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AARON MAHNKE: On a cold night
in the late fifth century,

a man named Patricius

walked down a lonely
road in Ireland.

Patricius was on a mission...

to spread the Gospel.

But the road he walked
was never easy.

Fifth Century pagans

weren't always receptive
to the teachings of Christ,

especially in
the village of Ossory.

-[animal growling]
-[chains clanking]

That's because

the people of Ossory
already had a god.

They worshiped the wolf.

[gasp]

PATRICIUS: I come

in the name of Jesus Christ.

[howling]

Patricius' message
held no power

for the people of Ossory.

And their leader had no
use for his salvation.

[roaring]

[grunting]

It seemed like the end
of the road for Patricius.

And then...

[shouting]

something strange
began to happen

to one of the villagers--

[growling]

...an ungodly transformation
from man to beast.

[snarling]

Villager by villager,

this unnatural
metamorphosis continued...

until they became
a savage pack.

But it wasn't Patricius
they wanted.

Patricius' success
at spreading the word

would eventually
make him a legend.

Today we refer to him
as Saint Patrick.

But on that day,

his mission was overwhelmed
by the spirit of the wolf.

[wolf howling]

I'm Aaron Mahnke,
and this is Lore.

To most of us now,

werewolves
are movie monsters.

[screaming]

Whoever is bitten
by a werewolf and lives

becomes
a werewolf himself.

Aw, don't hand me that.

Hollywood has made
some 100 werewolf films

since the first in 1913.

I could have sworn
I hit him dead on.

-And I, too.
-Have you forgotten

it takes a silver bullet
for a werewolf?

But there was a time
when the werewolf

was believed
to be all too real.

In the 15th
and 16th centuries,

Europe was on fire

with fears of the werewolf.

Tens of thousands were
accused of being wolf-men.

The people
of Bedburg believed

they were being hunted
by one of those werewolves.

It had evaded
capture for years.

Townspeople vanished,
never to be seen again.

The people here coped
as best as they could,

never knowing when
the creature would strike.

[howling]

[panting]

MAN: Greta.

I was worried.
It's getting late.

[sigh]

Father, you scared me.

You look so much like
your mother right now.

And you work as hard
as she did.

A child your age.
It's unfair.

Did you hear

about Herr Stubbe's cow
being killed?

Anna Christian has invited me
to Mass this evening.

The moon, it will be
turning full tonight.

Tonight.

I cannot lose you, Greta.

[snarling]

It may sound strange
that they really thought

a werewolf was stalking them.

But we do know that
wolf-like humans exist.

A condition known
as hypertrichosis--

it causes excessive
hair growth.

But the only thing
out of control

about the people afflicted

is their body hair,
not their behavior.

There is, however,
a rare psychiatric condition

called clinical lycanthropy

that causes people to believe

they've turned into animals.

This delusion
can manifest itself

through animal-like behavior

such as howling and clawing.

In Northern Europe

around the time
of the events in Bedburg,

rumors began
circulating of men

who did more
than behave like wolves,

they became wolves.

These wolf-men were said

to attack
unsuspecting victims

as they walked
alone in the woods.

They'd mount their backs,

lick their mouths and faces,

and then devour them.

According to legend,

one thing always
gave a werewolf away:

werewolves didn't have tails

because they were
just men, cursed men.

One of the oldest
werewolf legends

can be traced back
to its first telling,

2,000 years ago,

somewhere between Europe
and the Middle East.

It's a story told to children

about a creature
that devours a family--

a grandmother...

and a little girl
in a red hood.

In some versions,

the wolf tricks the girl
into eating a meal

made of her
grandmother's corpse

before seducing
and devouring her.

[munching]

There the story ends

with the monster satisfied

and ready to hunt
for its next victim.

[howling]

MAN: The moon--

it will be turning
full tonight.

I cannot lose you, Greta.

[growling in distance]

[rustling]

[snarling]

Papa?

Who is there?

-[growling]
-[gasp]

[snarling]

[screaming]

Ten years after Greta
was attacked,

the people of Bedburg
still lived

in fear of the
mysterious beast.

Peter Stubbe, a town leader,

could only offer
grim words of caution.

You know the evil
that preys on us.

The wolf that mutilates
our cattle

and attacked
Greta Helfelderz

is no creation of God.

The animal we hunt

is a creation and servant
of the devil.

[crowd murmuring]

If you value your life,

you will stay inside
with your doors barricaded.

For Greta's friend Celeste,

Stubbe's advice
was an unwelcome warning

because that night, for her,

there was one emotion
more potent than fear.

-Wah-wah!
-Aah!

[laughing]

[chuckle]

Nils.

[kiss]

I was afraid you wouldn't come.

I snuck out of the house.

We're leaving in
the morning for Bergheim.

There's no work
for my father in Bedburg.

All the townspeople are
afraid to do business here.

People are afraid to stay.

I want you
to leave with us.

My mother needs me.

You must stay
for your mother.

I must go for my father.

MAN: Help me.

Please help.

That's not a wolf.

It's human.

Somebody, anybody,
hurry.

They need help.

No.

Wait here.

MAN: Help me.

Help me.
Please, help.

Nils?

Nils?

Help.
Please come quickly.

Nils?

Help me! Please!

Nils?

Did you find him?

MAN: Help, please!

[trickling]

[gasp, shuddering]

[snarling]

[snarling]

Aah!

I heard a scream.

Stay in the house.
Barricade the door.

Do it.

[howling]

It's Nils.

Look.

[mutters]

[panting]

It spoke.

She said...

the wolf...spoke.

AARON MAHNKE:
In the remote French
province of Gevaudan,

people were absolutely sure
of what was hunting them.

Between 1764 and 1767,

there were killings that
could only be explained

by a creature
not of this world,

a beast that was hunting
women and children,

crushing their heads
and decapitating them

and drinking their blood.

Many claimed to have
seen the creature.

Their descriptions
varied wildly--

a wolf as large as a horse,

a dog-dragon hybrid,

a loup garou: a wolf-man.

The Bishop of Mende expressed

what most of the people here

already knew
in their hearts--

the ferocious beast
was a monster

sent to punish the sinful.

The Bishop decreed

that only penance would
placate God's wrath.

But after a month
of religious rites,

the beast continued to kill--

as many as 100
in just three years.

Finally, the King ordered
his royal gun bearer

François Antoine to put
an end to the carnage.

[dogs barking]

After a pursuit
that lasted for months...

[barking continues]

Antoine claimed
to have shot the beast.

[gunshot]

[animal moaning]

He sent the carcass to be
displayed at Versailles.

There it was met
with great disenchantment.

This wasn't a beast crafted
from God's own anger.

People had envisioned
a monster.

But what they got

was just... nature.

Christ, our Lord, save us.

Expurg our people.

Two more of our
children are dead.

There will not be another.

Salvation belongs
to the Lord. Amen.

We'll bring you back
the beast's head.

Bring back your own.

You need to be here
for your Greta.

Knowing the beast is dead
will be enough for me.

Jens, pardon my intrusion,

but you must be concerned
about leaving Greta all alone.

Very much, Herr Stubbe.

If you feel comfortable,

let her stay with me until
you've killed the wolf.

My home is hers.

I'm afraid.

I am, too.

I feel better knowing
you're not alone.

I don't care
how fierce this wolf is.

It has never faced
20 men from Bedburg.

Let's go inside.

[growling]

[snarling]

[screaming]

You look unwell, Greta.

-I haven't been sleeping.
-Hmm.

Every time
I close my eyes I--

You see the night
ten years ago?

The dreams
have increased lately.

I don't know why.

They even...
come to me when I'm awake.

[growling]

[growling]

[panting]

[snarling]

Oh, Greta.

I've waited ten years
for this moment.

To have you all to myself...

again.

Again?

JENS: Check its paw.

This is not the creature.

It would have a scar...

a mark where Greta stabbed it.

[panting]

[screaming]

You have no idea of
the trouble you caused me.

I had to leave Bedburg
for months

while my hand healed.

I knew that wearing gloves
at all times might be noticed.

But, if an accident
also rendered me a cripple,

no one could imagine

that bent, broke Peter Stubbe
could also be the wolf.

Oh, Greta,

you were the one
that got away.

[whimpering]

But wolves are patient.

They are opportunists,

tracking their prey,

waiting until the moment
is just right.

And that's...

when they attack.

My father knows I'm here.

Your father
knows you were here.

[panting]

-No.
-Aah!

No.

[gibbering]

Aah!

Listen, I think
I'll keep this one.

It seems only fair.

Aah-- Oh!

Father!

Aah! No!

Greta!

It was you.

[panting]

You're the wolf.

You have to be careful.

You have to watch
where you go now, you know,

how late you stay out,
and it scares you.

An animal like this
has to be caught.

AARON MAHNKE:
In the summer of 1977,

New York City
was gripped by fear.

A killer was stalking
and murdering New Yorkers.

This is a police sketch
of the suspect

in one of the nastiest
murder cases

New York Police
have had come their way

in a long time.

TOM BROKAW:
The past year, the killer,

believed to be a young man,

has killed five people
and wounded four,

his victims mostly young women

with shoulder-length
dark hair,

usually shot
at very close range

while sitting
in parked cars at night.

He calls himself
the Son of Sam,

and he is known as
the .44 Caliber Killer

because he has always
used that kind of handgun.

NEWS REPORTER: Many
young brown-haired women

are worried
about their safety

because of
the .44 Caliber Killer.

It's one of those crimes

that's been visited upon man
throughout the ages--

a demented killer.

They don't know
how to stop him.

He sent mocking
letters to the police

threatening
even more murders.

Despite the largest manhunt
in New York history,

the Son of Sam evaded
capture for months.

New Yorkers felt as though

they were being
stalked by a monster.

NEWS REPORTER: Aided
by light from a full moon,

three or four
eyewitnesses said

they got a look at the killer.

I'm very pleased to announce

that the people
of the City of New York

can rest easy this morning

because of the fact that the
police have captured a man

whom they believe
to be the Son of Sam.

[shouting]

When the man was questioned,

he claimed to be following
the orders of a demon

in the form of a dog

that belonged
to his neighbor Sam.

[shouting]

His real name
was David Berkowitz.

[shouting]

When the public finally
got a look at him,

there was astonishment.

This was the monster?

A postal worker
from the Bronx?

He was just a man.

He could have been
one of their neighbors.

An average guy,
just like them.

If Son of Sam
is convicted,

what do you think
should happen to him?

I think he should be killed.

I'd like to see him killed.

Dead. Period.

Confess your sins.

[gagging]

[coughing]

[gasping, wheezing]

[coughing]

When I was 12 years old...

the devil came to me.

He loved me.

In exchange for my soul,

he offered me anything
I desired in this life.

I was transformed

into a greedy, strong,
and fierce wolf.

For years,
I fed on the blood

of cattle, sheep, goats,

and the flesh of men--

[onlookers gasp, murmur]

...of my own son.

I would approach women

as a kind man,
as a father,

and kill them

and eat their flesh...

as a wolf.

CROWD: Ohh!

[Stubbe chuckles]

[laughing]

[laughter grows louder]

With the citizens
of Bedburg as witnesses,

Peter Stubbe was
sentenced to death.

He was tied to a large wheel.

Large patches of his skin
were peeled off

with red-hot pincers.

After that, his arms
and legs were broken

with the blunt end of an ax.

Only then,

with his skin removed
and his bones broken,

did they turn the ax around

and cut off his head.

But we can't just dismiss

the desire to witness
Stubbe's execution

as a relic of history.

Paris, 1937.

Eugene Weidmann, a German
citizen living in France,

was arrested for murder,

beginning with
the botched kidnapping

of an American tourist.

Weidmann was accused

of a murder spree
that took six lives.

The German murderer
became front-page news.

His trial was a sensation.

Weidmann was found guilty

and sentenced
to die by guillotine.

And the execution would
take place in public.

Going back to a tradition
from the Roman Empire,

The French believed
public executions

served as a deterrent
to future criminals.

They were a moral lesson
for the larger community.

On the morning
of June 17, 1939,

hundreds of people gathered

in front of
the St. Pierre Prison.

The crowd, as a Life
Magazine reporter wrote,

was eager to experience
the exquisite excitement

of seeing a man
have his head cut off.

The crowd surged
toward the body.

There were reports that women

dipped their handkerchiefs
in his blood

as mementos.

The execution had transformed

into a macabre entertainment.

Word of the crowd's behavior
circulated around the world,

much to the horror
of the French authorities.

One would write,

"Far from serving
as a deterrent,

"the public
execution promoted

baser instincts
of human nature."

Weidmann
would be the last man

the French would publicly
execute by guillotine.

Executions by guillotine
would continue until 1977,

but only behind prison walls,

hidden from view.

In spite of this change,

French authorities
can't stop people

from wanting
to witness the spectacle

of Weidmann's death.

In the last ten years alone,

his execution has been viewed

over a million times
on the internet.

The people of Bedburg
mounted Peter Stubbe's head

on a pole for all to see.

Below the head they carved
the figure of a wolf.

It's not so difficult
to understand

why they would
want him destroyed.

They believed a werewolf
had been preying on them.

In a final act,

they burned his body to ash

so he couldn't rise again.

It wasn't just revenge
they were after.

They believed they
could vanquish evil.

But wasn't that
just an illusion?

No matter what we do,

the evil in men
always seems to return.

Perhaps that evil would
be easier to accept

if we could blame it
on werewolves

because the beast,
you see, is no superstition.

It's always existed

and always will,
inside of us.