Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf
when the wolf's bane blooms, and the autumn moon is bright..
Show yourself!
I know you're out there.
Help!
Help me!
Somebody! Help me!
The Wolfman
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Dear Mr. Talbot
I believe your brother mentioned me in his correspondence.
I’m Gwen Conliffe, Ben's fianc?
I am writing to inform you of your brothers disappearance.
He's been missing now for several weeks and we fear the worst.
It has come to my attention that you are currently here in England
with your theater company, but that you will return to America soon.
I understand that you have not spoken to your family in many years.
But I implore you to help us find Ben.
Please come home to Talbot Hall.
Hello?
Sampson!
Lawrence.
Hello father.
Lo and behold...
The Prodigal son returns.
Hope you're not expecting the fattened calf.
Stay.
- We don't have many visitors. - You seem well.
I've often wondered what you'd look like.
You've come about your brother?
Stay.
Yes.
Miss Conliffe learned that I was in London.
- Sampson. - And sent me a letter...
saying that Ben had disappeared.
Thought I'd offer my help.
Yes, yes. Splendid idea.
Lawrence, a splendid idea.
But too late, I'm afraid.
Unfortunately your brothers body was found in a ditch
by the Priori road.
Yesterday morning.
I assume you have something to wear for the funeral.
Sir John!
Do you remember my son...
Lawrence.
Singh, my servant.
Master Lawrence.
It's nice to see you, Lawrence.
It's good that you're here.
Has Miss Conliffe been notified?
She's upstairs in her bedroom, asleep.
Where are they keeping Ben's body?
Your father instructed me to bury your brothers affects with him.
Seems as shame.
Thank you.
I wouldn’t, Sir...
I missed his whole life...
What if that wasn't a beast at all,
but a cunning murderer?
Someone who bore a grudge against one of these men.
To misdirect authorities he kills the men...
and then he tears up the bodies to make it look like
a wild beast was responsible.
Ridiculous! Who would go to such lengths.
What about that gypsie's dancing bear. He could've done it.
That mangy thing?
Kill three men? I doubt it.
I saw the bodies with my own eyes.
Unnatural wounds.
Most unnatural.
Made by a foul creature I'd say.
Damn gypsies wandering the countryside bringing deviltry.
They show up and two weeks later this happens.
My guess is Ben Talbot went to their camp...
to whack it off with a gypsy whore.
The bear gets hold of him, and they dump what's left of him in the ditch.
It's got nothing to do with the gypsies.
Twenty-five years ago now...
my Pa found him.
Quinn Notty and all his folk.
Brains and guts and God knows what,
lying all over the moor for a quarter mile.
And Quinn, the look on his face.
Like he'd been eaten alive.
Whatever did it...
was big, had claws...
and didn't mind a lot of buckshot.
After that, my Pa went home,
and melted down my Ma's wedding spoons.
And cast silver bullets from them.
Wouldn't leave the house on a full moon from then on.
I still say that bear's to blame.
Can I help you, Sir?
I was hoping to have a word with Miss Conliffe.
Just a moment, Sir.
Miss Conliffe...
I am Lawrence.
I know who you are.
I'm sorry we're meeting like this.
These were Ben's.
He would want you to have them.
If there's anything you need. Anything at all.
Please let me know.
I want to know what happened to him.
I'll do everything I can.
Thank you.
Thank you for coming.
I saw Ben's body today.
What kind of animal could have done such a thing?
I've seen the work of a Bengal Tiger.
Nature at its most vicious, but...
I must say I've never seen anything like this.
People in town say it was a man.
You mean a raving lunatic at lose in the moor
Possible, but I think I'd have run him down with my dogs.
On the other hand...
the wounds are so terrible it's only...
something a human being seems capable of. Such malevolence.
I found a strange medallion among Ben's belongings.
Yeah, He was an eastern saint.
He was also a gypsy.
So did Ben have dealings with the gypsies?
Yes, he was...
He was our negotiator.
The local gentry would pay a fee, and the gypsies would keep their
criminal activities to a minimum.
They'd move on once they'd sold the local lads all the
wine and dark-haired ladies they could stand.
"That orbed maiden with white fire laden, whom mortals call the Moon
Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn."
She exerts enormous power, doesn't she?
I wish things were different.
Never look back, Lawrence. Never look back.
The past is a wilderness of horrors.
Lawrence...
I'm glad you're home.
Mother!
Lawrence..
Lawrence.
Lawrence, wake up.
I heard something.
Lawrence.
Lawrence, I'm scared.
Go back to bed.
Mother?
Mother!
- Hello. - Hello.
Ben said that you played here as children.
It was our refuge.
From what?
You mean from whom?
Your father. He has a way of being distant.
Ben told me it was because I reminded him of your mother.
He said you did as well.
Which is why he put me in an asylum for a whole year.
He shipped me off to my aunt in America.
You sure you won't stay one more night?
My father has lodge ins at the Inn, that's...
more convenient for the trains.
When do you return to London?
Not until I found out what happened to my brother.
Lawrence.
That's all well and good but...
I think your inquiry can wait until tomorrow
The moon is full tonight and I prefer that you stay inside
in the event that your raving lunatic theory is correct.
Don't want to lose you too.
Take your horse, Sir?
Good evening.
He says you must stay in the camp.
The woods are not safe.
Ask him if he knows anyone who sells these.
You want to talk to Maleva.
- To who? - Maleva.
It was found on my brothers body.
Your caravan shows up...
Three men are killed.
I don't think it's a coincidence.
There is no coincidence.
Only faith.
But she plays a hidden hand.
Tell me about my brother.
Give us that bloody bear you old snake handler.
We know what's been going on.
Dances.
He dances. That's all.
- What's going on here? - We've come for the bear.
It's doing all the killing.
For goodness sake. He's harmless.
What happened?
It's the devil. The devil!
Mother!
Maria?
Where are you Maria?
Mother!
Maria!
Over there!
Maria!
Mother!
Boy!
Boy.
Go back, get help!
Get Maleva!
Once he is bitten by the beast the is no cure.
You should let him die.
You would make me a sinner?
There is no sin in killing a beast.
Is there not?
Sometimes the way of faith is a cruel one.
He can only be released by someone who loves him.
Hello?
Lawrence.
Holy mother of God.
Help me with him, Singh.
Lawrence.
Get Dr Lloyd.
Are you alright?
Yes, I feel better.
I thought you were leaving.
No...
This place is impossible to escape.
Besides, it's the least I can do.
What did the gypsy say?
Some nonsense about the devil being in Blackmoor.
Remarkable.
A week ago I would have said you'd never use that arm again.
And now?
It seems to have healed itself.
I'll be back to check on you at the end of the week.
Thank you, Doctor.
- Miss Conliffe? - Yes?
- I want to thank you. - For...?
For prolonging your stay here at Blackmoor with us,
during this difficult time.
Had there been some sense of ***
you would not have been inconvenienced.
Well, Lawrence was trying to find out what happened to Ben.
And now we know it's still out there.
Nevertheless...
I thank you.
Not at all.
You should be asleep, Lawrence.
So should you.
Is there anything I can do for you?
Are you expecting a war?
A Sikh is a warrior of God,
he must always arm himself against evil.
Do you believe in curses?
This house has seen more than its share of suffering.
Your mother, your brother. Yes, I believe in curses.
How could you stand it here all these years?
You didn't have to stay.
Silver.
I didn't know you hunted monsters.
Sometimes monsters hunt you.
Yes, he's been quite seriously injured, inspector, and...
he's suffering from memory loss, he won’t be any use to you now.
I think at some point he is going to want to talk about...
I know. I do understand.
If I could have just a few words with him,
completely unofficial interview, only the briefest exchange...
could be infinitely helpful to me.
Francis Aberline, Scotland Yard.
Honored to meet you, Mr. Talbot. Huge admirer.
Sorry to hear of your troubles.
Do hope they won’t impede your return to the stage.
Thank you.
- Shall we? - Please.
I understood your injury was quite savage.
Yes.
I hope you don't find this prurient, but....
would you let me arrange for a specialist to examine you?
It's amazing what we can discern by scientific means, these days.
At your convenience, of course.
Of course.
What a great mystery it is
given there are no natural predators left in England
capable of inflicting such horrific injury.
The savagery of the attack would suggest the action of an animal.
Or a lunatic, perhaps.
Someone with a history of...
mental disturbance who had spent time inside an asylum,
who may have suffered injuries at the hands of his victims.
I get your implication, and resent it.
You are clearly aware of my personal history,
as I believe I am aware of yours.
Weren't you in charge of the Ripper case a couple of years back?
You're a direct man, so I'll be equally direct with you.
I'm not your enemy, Mr. Talbot.
You've been seen as Hamlet...
Macbeth, Richard III, all with that same face.
A prudent man would ask who else might be living inside that
head of yours.
Good day, Inspector.
So you won't mind if I...
establish your whereabouts on the night in question?
Feel free.
Okay, Mr. Talbot.
I'll be sending my specialists to examine you,
at your convenience, of course.
Lawrence.
Yeah?
You alright?
- Yes. - What did the inspector say?
He asked a lot of questions.
I'm sorry. I feel so responsible for what's happened to you.
If I hadn't sent that letter you would be back in New York.
It was right that I came back.
You mustn't feel like that.
No.
What?
Well, I can't make it skip like you.
You have to flick it.
- May I? - Yes.
When you throw it, turn your wrist up...
and whip it.
Wrist up, whip it.
Make sure you swing your hips.
What's it like in New York?
Do you hear that?
What?
Horses.
Hello Doctor.
I thought our appointment wasn't until Friday.
Come with us.
It's nearly the full moon.
You were bitten by the Beast. You bear his mark now.
Mr. Talbot.
There are many of us here...
who are looking for a natural explanation.
- Help us. - Come on, Talbot.
Show us your wounds.
We're told it heals in an unnatural way.
Will you let him murder your wife and children?
Damn you, Talbot!
Sorry Colonel...
I meant to shoot you.
Sadly I'm not the marksman I used to be.
- I must be getting old. - He's cursed.
God has forsaken him.
Let us deal with him.
You're trespassing on my land. I could shoot you on the spot.
My Sikh manservant, he is on the roof,
and he happens to be a crack shot with a repeating rifle.
And, he will kill you.
He'll kill the next eight of you before he has to reload, so...
please take yourselves off my land.
And if I see any of you trespassing this way again,
I won't be so civil, if you take my meaning.
Good day to you, Colonel.
Lawrence.
You're bleeding.
How could they possibly think he's a threat to them?
Well, he's a stranger here at Blackmoor, Miss Conliffe,
and that makes him very dangerous.
- Thank you. - You can also thank Singh.
When he returns from the village.
You're not the only one in the family who can act.
Sampson.
Let's get some more to clean that.
Did they hurt your shoulder?
No.
On the contrary...
It's feels much stronger than before.
That's good.
I was able to hold all three of them back.
You mustn't listen to them.
The villagers, they are backwards and foolish.
Everything I hate about this place.
This might sting a bit.
Lawrence.
Excuse me.
- What happened? - You have to leave.
Please pack your things.
Did I do something?
It's not safe here.
You must return to London tonight.
I'll be out of your way.
Lawrence!
Wait!
What are you afraid of?
If anything ever happened to you...
I'd never forgive myself.
There are those who doubt the power of Satan.
The power of Satan can change men into beasts.
But the ancient pagans did not doubt.
Nor did the Prophets...
Did not Daniel, or Nebuchadnezzar.
But the proud king begot he Daniel...
And so as the Bible says, he was made as unto a wolf
and cast out from ***. A Beast has come amongst us.
But God will defend his faithful.
With His right hand He will smite the foul daemon.
I say to you, The enemies ploy is a devious one.
Twisting the accursed into beasts he seeks to bring us low.
Make us as animals.
Teach us self-loathing so we forget that we are
made in the image of Almighty God himself.
Sampson...
Why does our Lord tolerate this mockery?
Pride goeth before destruction.
The haughty spirit before the fall.
I say it is because we have sinned against him.
Because or crimes reek to heaven,
and they demand vengeance!
Pint of bitter, please.
Mrs. Kirk.
Why aren't you out with McQueen?
Trying to catch that thing that killed my husband.
As I don’t know where the lunatic will strike it seems
the practical thing to do is to stay as near as possible
to the potential victims.
And seeing that 214 out of 309 residents of Blackmoor
live within 500 yards of this tavern...
I was planning to spend the evening here.
Not Talbot Hall?
Why would you say that?
They are cursed. All of them.
Unfortunately cursed does not give me a warrant
to wander about Sir John's estate at night.
Rules, Mrs. Kirk.
They're all that keep us from a dog-eat-dog world, you know?
A pint of bitter, please.
It is a shrine to your beloved mother.
A truly beautiful woman.
I know that losing her wounded you deeply.
It is monstrous, for a young boy to see his mother like that.
And I would have given my life, Lawrence, that you hadn't
found us that night.
You must believe me when I tell you this, Lawrence,
you do believe me, don't you?
I loved your mother with a passion like the burning of the sun.
Her death finished me, I was devastated.
I still prowl the house at night.
Searching for her.
But I'm dead all the same.
Look into my eyes, Lawrence.
You see, I am quite dead.
Dear fellow I wish I could tell you that
the tragedy that has beset your life is over.
But I'm afraid...
the darkest hours of hell lay before you
I don't think they'll kill you, Lawrence.
But they will blame you.
The Beast will have its day.
The Beast will out.
We've got him, men! We got him!
Find a pick, Charlie.
Charlie?
Lawrence.
Wake up.
Lawrence.
Terrible things, Lawrence.
You've done terrible things.
It is as you said, Inspector.
It is as you said.
I’m sorry, Sir John.
Be strong, Lawrence.
Be strong.
LAMBETH ASYLUM, LONDON
Where if my father?
I am sorry to see you back here with us, Lawrence.
You disappoint me.
But we have made enormous strides in the treatment of
delusions such as yours?
Where is my father?
Where is my father!?
If you don’t kill my father, he will kill again, and again.
I hope this won't impede your return to the stage.
I'll ask poor Yurick.
Lawrence, wake up.
I heard something.
Terrible things, Lawrence.
Terrible things.
Father!
Look into my eyes, Lawrence. You see, I'm quite dead.
It's alright, Lawrence.
Everything is alright.
I'm going to take you home.
Come with me.
It's alright. Come.
It's alright.
Hold me.
Just hold me.
It's not real.
Lycanthropy.
I contracted the disease, if that's what it is
in India, in the Hindukusch.
The natives directed me to a cave high up in the mountains,
where according to legend lived a strange creature, very strange.
And after a great many days of climbing and searching,
finally I came upon it, I found it. I found the cave.
And the strange creature that lived there.
It was a little boy.
A little wild feral boy.
Powerfully strong.
He suddenly attacked me and bit me.
So, I returned to my hunting companions in the valley below
thinking I'd been made the butt of a joke.
I soon discovered otherwise.
You killed my mother.
Yes, I suppose I did.
You should kill yourself.
Oh, I cannot tell you how often I've considered that.
But life is far too glorious, Lawrence,
Especially to the cursed and the damned.
Like myself.
Yeah.
Every night of the full moon,
for many years I've been locked away in that crypt.
By Singh, my faithful servant.
25 years.
Then she came, didn't she?
Heart burning like the face of the moon.
Gwen...
She would've taken your brother away from me
and they would have both vanished into the night, forever.
And although I was resigned to it, the Beast in me was not.
Ben, you understand, had come to tell me he was quite
quite sure of his decision to leave Talbot Hall for good
and to take Gwen away from me.
I became drunk and violent, extremely violent,
I struck out at Singh who was trying to restrain me
I knocked him out cold.
Poor old Singh.
Pow.
Yeah.
I was unable to lock myself in the crypt that night.
They found your brothers body in a ditch not far from the house.
He had been torn to pieces.
I know now it's a mistake to lock up the Beast,
Don't you think so, Lawrence?
We should have let him run free.
Kill or be killed.
I'll kill you.
You have a long way to go yet, my young pup.
Your chance is coming.
Soon enough.
She'll be full tonight.
The moon.
I have a small gift, Lawrence, if you don't find life...
as glorious as I found it to be.
Or not to be.
I'm deeply sorry about this, I do love you, dear boy.
You may find that hard to believe.
Hard to accept.
- I'll kill you. - Sleep now.
- I'll kill you. - Rest. Prepare.
I'll kill you!
Have manifested themselves into delusions of a horrific nature.
Mr. Talbot.
We are here tonight to illustrate conclusively
that Mr. Talbot's fears are quite irrational.
So, we will remain in this room together
and once Mr. Talbot has witnessed that
the full moon holds no sway over him,
that he remains a perfectly ordinary human being,
he will have taken his first small step down the long road
to mental recovery.
We are aware that Mr. Talbot has suffered traumatic experiences.
He witnessed his mothers self-mutilations.
His young mind, unable to accept it,
created a fantastical truth,
That his father is to blame.
That his father is literally a monster.
But...
your father is not a werewolf.
You were not bitten by a werewolf.
You will not become a werewolf.
Any more than I will sprout wings and fly out of that window.
I think that Mr. Talbot has something to say to us.
Stop it.
Speak up, Mr. Talbot.
Forgive me, but we can't hear you.
You moron.
Tonight I will kill all of you!
I will kill all of you!
Yes, well, as you can see...
Lycanthropy is a disease of the mind.
Kill me.
Kill me!
...for them it seems very real.
Dr. Hoenneger.
Doctor!
Open. Open this door!
It seems to be locked, Sir.
Open this door!
- Davis? - Yes, Sir?
- Are you armed? - Yes, Sir.
Give me your revolver. Quickly!
As you were.
- Carter! - Sir?
- Do you have a pistol? - Yes, Sir.
Follow me.
Telegraph the Yard: "Issue weapons."
- Now! - Right away, Sir.
I don't suppose you have any silver bullets?
Any what?
You two with me.
Steady.
God help us.
Who's there?
Lawrence!
What are you doing here?
What have they done to you?
I am what they say I am.
I'm a monster.
And so is my father.
He killed Ben.
And my mother too.
I can help you.
There is no help for me.
If such things exist...
If they are possible, then everything is.
Magic.
God.
I can find a way to stop it.
I must confess...
I envy my brother for the days he had with you.
What joy he must have felt.
I would have given anything I own,
to have known you in another life.
I must get back to Talbot Hall and end this.
Lawrence.
Please let me help you.
You already have.
Lawrence, don’t, just stay here with me.
Stay here with me.
Miss Conliffe, good morning.
Inspector.
May I impose?
I must ask you directly: Have you seen Lawrence Talbot?
I'm sure by now you've heard of his escape.
Yes, I've heard, and no, I haven't seen him.
Miss Conliffe...
I cannot stress to you enough the mortal peril you are in,
should you find yourself in his presence.
Thank you, I'll be careful.
Miss Conliffe...
I admire your noble intentions, you think you can save him.
But you can't.
I must insist you come with me.
Insist?
He's not here, Inspector! Take your hand off me.
Take your hand off me!
Hold that woman!
Talbot.
Raise your arms and step out where I can see you.
Talbot!
No!
Now, there's some bad luck for you.
Stop.
I'm looking for a woman called Maleva. Do you know her?
No.
Thank you.
What is it you want from me?
Lawrence Talbot.
You know what happened to him.
You understand it. Listen to me.
I need you to help me.
Leave him to his faith.
I have to save him.
Do you love him?
Just tell me what to do.
Will you condemn him?
Or will you...
set him free?
Do you know what that means?
Yes.
But I can’t.
I can't do that, he's still there.
I know he is, I know I can save him.
I'm begging you, tell me what to do.
There is no cure.
You are risking your life.
May the saints protect you
and give you strength to do what you must.
Are you sure he'll come?
Yeah, quite sure.
Alright.
Take the priori road.
Railway station.
South garden to the river.
Tell Sir John we're here.
Stay close to the estate but not too close.
If you see Talbot...
Don't get caught in a conversation.
Shoot him and kill him.
On site!
McArthur hasn't reported.
He's not at his post in front of the house.
Miss Conliffe. Wait!
Get the others.
"I will arise and go to my father. And I will say unto him:
Father, I have sinned against heaven and before thee:
I am no more worthy to be called thy son."
And lo and behold, there he stand.
The Prodigal Son.
For he has returned.
Should I have my own robe brought to be placed upon your shoulders?
Rings on your fingers?
Shoes for your feet?
You should pray. But we both know it wouldn't do any good.
Are those things silver bullets in my gun?
I'm sorry.
You have me at a disadvantage.
Makes me happy.
What does?
Seeing you here like this.
My son who returned.
It is glorious, isn't it?
No. It's hell.
No?
Released, is the Beast.
Let it run free.
Poor little Lawrence.
You were the fragile one.
I removed the powder from those shells many years ago.
But, I confess...
I was quite overwhelmed by your enormous courage.
Finally, the man I always wanted you to be.
Shut up, Lawrence! My boy.
Here.
You see her, Lawrence? Feel her presence and power?
It'll be here soon.
Coming from darkness to light.
You're heir to my kingdom, Lawrence.
You've always been the heir to my kingdom.
Lawrence!
No!
Run!
- Are you sure you're alright, Sir? - Go on.
Look at me, Lawrence, you know me.
You know who I am.
Stop it. You know who I am.
Lawrence! Don't.
Lawrence, you know me.
You know me. Remember me. Look at me.
It's Gwen.
Lawrence, it's Gwen.
Gwen.
I'm sorry.
It had to end this way.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
It is said there is no sin in killing a Beast.
Only in killing a man.
But where does one begin, and the other end?