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Admittedly, the story
you are about to read...

is bizarre, incredible.

Those of you who wish to
avoid being unsettled, who
wish to avoid thinking...

will label it insane.

And though you, the reader,
would find these facts...

almost impossible
to substantiate,

that does not change
their nature.

Facts they are.
I know. I saw them happen.

Yellowstone County,
Montana, December 11.

Horrified local authorities
investigated the gruesome
deaths...

of four area residents--

the Rockwell family--
mother, father
and two children.

All had been discovered
strewn around
their isolated farm...

their bodies mutilated.

An official coroner's
report stated they had
been dead three days.

Cause of death?
Attacked by wolves.

Fact: The last sighting
of a wolf in Yellowstone
County occurred in 1948.

Fact: In the entire history
of this continent,

there has never been
one documented case...

of attack by wolves
on a human being.

That year, Chicago was
having one of its worst
winters in history,

but Christmas was merry.

Our office
even had a party,

- The first since Lindbergh
soloed the Atlantic.
-

The festivities
were the idea
of Edith Cowles,

our office mother
and founder of my favorite
riddle column.

The Asian flu had decimated
our staff, but the party
had accomplished its end,

that of bidding
a fond adieu and bon voyage
to Tony Vincenzo,

- who was finally taking
a long-awaited vacation...
-

- aboard the cruise ship
Hanover.
-

He wasn't paying for
the cruise, of course.

He had wangled it
as his own feature story,

and the New York office
was picking up the tab.

No, no, no, that's in
the office next door.
Will you shut up a minute?

- Shh. Tony.
-

Hello, sir.
No, it's not him, sir.
One moment. I'll put him on.

- What is it?
- It's New York.
Will you get on the phone?

- Oh, oh.
- It's for you.
Hurry up!

Okay.

You got it, Tony? Okay.

- You gonna take it home?
-

Oh. Well, what time
are they gonna get here?
What day?

- A watch. A wristwatch.
-

- Oh, I don't think so.
-

Jingle bells

Oh, what fun--

- But I've had this planned
months ago.
-

Well, doesn't anybody
there consider the fact
that I haven't had--

What? You can't understand?
Wait a minute.

Doesn't anybody there
consider the fact...

that I haven't had
a vacation in five years?

- Shh.

They want me to pick them up
at the airport?

Boy, that's gall for you.
That was the same airport
I was gonna leave from.

- He certainly doesn't look
like Old Nick, does he?

Now look. Couldn't I have
the flu? Couldn't you
tell them that I'm sick?

Look, I need this vacation.
J-Just tell 'em I'm sick.

I'm already packed
and ready to go!

Uh-oh.

-
Kolchak!

- Yes, sir.
- How's that flu of yours?

- Bugs never get me, sir.
- Oh, I thought
I heard you mention...

something
about a temperature,
a queasy stomach...

- or something
the other day.
- Me?

- Yeah.
- No, no, no, never.

- How come you never
get sick, Kolchak?
- I must live right, sir.

Ron. Hey, you look
pretty good, Ron. How do
you feel? What's this?

My column.
I'd like you to look it over
so I can get outta here.

At 10:00 in the morning.
Where're you going?

The doctor,
if you don't mind.
I think I'm getting sick.

How about
all those megavitamins
you've been taking,

and the massive doses
of Vitamin "C"?

They're making me sick.

How would one-week,
all-paid-expense cruise on
the Hanovermake you feel?

Worse. I have a bad time
with seasickness.

Everything
makes you sick, doesn't it?
You're seasick. Airsick.

Don't drive your car
more than 30 miles an hour.

You know, a reporter
has to travel, Ron.

Please, I would like
to go to the doctor.

Go. Go.
Only don't let them
put you in a wheelchair.

You'll probably
start bleeding
from the ears.

Okay, okay, Kolchak.
You got it. You win.

Aw, Tony,
I'm sorry about that.

You had this vacation
all planned. It was gonna
be such a good time.

And here we bought you
this lovely plantation hat
for a Christmas present.

- Yeah, they're coming.
- I'm sorry. I didn't hear you.
What did you say?

They're coming.
That's what I said.

- The British?
- The accountants.

And some big macher
from New York.

Oh, no.
Oh, Tony, that's terrible.
Oh, that's awful.

The books are in shape
for an audit, aren't they?

- There's the plane tickets.
- Plane tickets.

Tickets for the boat.

- And expense money.
- Expense money?

Uh-- Uh--

Don't get the idea
you're going on a vacation.

I wanna see these stories.

I want them to be incisive,
thought-provoking.

This is billed as
a swinging singles cruise,

and I wanna see this trip
laid bare.

Their pretensions,
the expenses,
the heartbreak...

- and the joy
if there is any.
- Joy.

Then, of course,
there's, uh, the ship
itself, the Hanover.

Now, she's headed
for the scrap heap.
This is her last trip.

Why don't you do a couple
of pieces with a--

with a nostalgic flavor,
you know?

Why am I telling you
all this? You're supposed
to be a professional.

Now look,
don't go bananas, Kolchak.

Just some nice simple
stories about people
on a boat, huh?

Sure, Tony. Sure, sure.

Are we gonna get any riddles
today, Miss Cowles?

The Hanover had been built
in the early '30s.

A floating anachronism,
900 feet long,
she could sleep 2,000.

Considered by many to be
the grandest lady to have
ever sailed the seas...

she had outraced U-boats,
fought off dive-bombers...

and weathered
the wildest of parties.

But she had not weathered
the airlines.

The 747 had condemned her
to death.

- Mmm!
Hi, man, how are ya?
- Oh, I--

Hey, put 'er there.
Good to see ya.
Let me ask you something.

- Sure.
- What are you doing here?

- I guess I'm your roommate.
- Oh, hey, terrific.
Mel Tarter.

- Hi, Mel.
- Hi. Where's your name tag?
You gotta have a name tag.

No, no, no, I'm not
a regular passenger here.
I'm a reporter. See?

A reporter.
Oh, you mean like
the fifth column, huh?

Uh, no. The fifth column
was a Nazi spy ring.

Now, if you mean the press,
that's the Fourth Estate.

- Oh, yeah, right, right.
Have a hit.
- Uh, no, thanks.

No? Oh.
Mmm, all right.

Listen, I already made
the whole tour around
the ship and back again.

And it's the usual
breakdown. See,
you got 40% divorced--

- Uh-huh.
- you got 50% deceased, and
you got 10% delightful.

Now that's the 10%
we're interested in, right?

- Oh, right.
- Hey, I'm gonna go get
myself another one.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Full.

- Full.
-

Hi, I'm Wendy.
Is Mel Tarter here?

- Well, yeah.
- Hey, all right!

How you doing, babe?

Oh, pumpkin, you look good.
Will you look at
that swimsuit?

Huh? Look what's in it.
And look what's out of it.

Hey, you know why
they call it a bikini?

Because that's where they
set off the atomic bomb.

Because that's where
they set off the atom bomb.

- Oh, hey, that means food.
Uh, you coming up?

- Uh, no.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't catch your name.

- Carl Kolchak.
- Is that with a "C"
or a "K"?

Both. Uh, "C" for Carl,
"K" for Kolchak.

- That is cute, but where
is your name tag, Carl?
- Well--

Oh, see, he's a reporter.
Fifth column.

- Fourth Estate.
- Right. We're gonna go.
We'll see you later.

Paula Griffin.

Oh, you mean
the chick we met
up at the Grog Shop?

- Yeah, he's perfect.
- Oh, yeah.
Hey, listen, Carl.

Paula, you will love her,
man.

I mean, she's gonna really
turn your train around.

- Turn my train around?
- Yeah, yeah, right.

- You comin' up?
- Uh, no, thanks. I'll join
you in a little while.

I just got off the plane
from Chicago. I jumped in a
cab and raced down to the pier.

- I'd like to get a shower.
- Chicago? All right!

I gotta tell ya.
The last time I was
in the Loop--

- Oh, hey, listen. You know
what we're gonna do?

You and I will sit down
and have a long chat, okay?

- We'll rap about Chi.
- Absolutely.

- See ya later, buddy!
- Later. Bye.

Oh, he's perfect!

Oh, afternoon, sir.
You must be, uh,
Mr. Stieglitz.

I'm the assistant purser.
Anything you need,
I'm your man.

- Please call me George.
- What do you want?

Oh, just doing some
unofficial checking, sir.

There's a fella
down on "B" deck.

He was assigned a cabin
that he doesn't like
very much.

It's too small.
He'd be willing to pay well
for a larger place.

Would you be interested
in a deal like that, sir?

No. Because
I specifically asked
not to have a cabin mate.

Oh, that's okay,
Mr. Stieglitz.

Just remember,
anything you need,
I'm your man-- George.

Liquor, ladies,
late-night snacks.

Now please get out.

Say, I got a honey
of a telephoto lens
that will fit this camera.

The trouble is
somebody just scratched off
the serial numbers.

Now, Mr. Stieglitz,
if there's anything you need
at any time,

all you have to do is ring,

- and I'll be right here
at your service.
- Thank you.

10:18,
two events happened.

One, the moon
had just risen off
the starboard bow.

And two,
an angry Mrs. Lois Prysock
of Eugene, Oregon...

had just lost $50
in dimes to the ship's
slot machines.

- 10:20 p.m.,

- Mrs. Lois Prysock
had lost everything.

Hey. Hey, Cal.
Come on, hey.

I want you to meet Paula.
You remember Wendy,
don't you?

- Yeah, sure.
- Here, right over here.

Hey, Cal Kolchak,
fourth column, I want
you to meet Paula Griffin.

Your own little roundhouse.
You know what I mean?
Have fun, guys.

Oh, fourth column.

- Are you an accountant?
- Uh, no, no,
I'm a reporter.

Oh, a reporter.
Oh, that's terrific.

You get to go
all these marvelous places,

meet interesting people,
do exciting things.

I'm a nut about old movies.

Did you ever
see Too Hot to Handlewith
Clark Gable and Myrna Loy?

He was a reporter,
and she was an aviatrix.

They had
all kinds of adventures.
They fell in love.

They went up the Amazon
River where this
head-hunting tribe was.

It isn't anything
like that, is it?

Uh, the head-hunting is,
yes.

Listen, would you excuse
me? I gotta do a story.
Do you mind?

- Oh, certainly. About what?
- Well, it's about the trip.

My editor
wants to do a story
about the glamour...

and the excitement
and the fun of the trip.

Oh, they don't
write articles
like that anymore, Cal.

- Uh, Carl. Carl.
- Carl? Oh, excuse me.

- Everything today is either
an exposé or a polemic.
- Polemic?

Mm-hmm. It's an argument,
controversy.

It's a little
late at night for a
lifeboat drill, isn't it?

Maybe we've been torpedoed.

Did you ever see Lifeboat
with Walter Slezak
and Tallulah Bankhead?

Uh, no, I--
Excuse me. Do you mind--

- Paula.
- Paula.

Paula Griffin.
Do you do this every time
you hear a whistle blow?

Hey, what happened?

Nothing. He heard
the whistle blow,
and he split.

- Did you say
something to him?
- I said nothing.

- You must have bugged him,
Paula. Come on.
- I didn't bug him, Mel.

- I'm sorry, sir.

You're not allowed up there.
Captain Wells's orders.

Wells? Oh, I've already
spoken to Wellsie.

Why, we're old buddies
from the Yorktownin '44.

We were cohelmsmen together.
I just wanna take another
look at the bridge.

Oh. Did you say Yorktown?

- The Yorktown,yeah.
- Great ship.

- Great ship.
- But it went down in '42.

'42? I thought it was--

- Hey, Doc? Hey.
- Out.

- Sir?
- Down.

Down. Certainly.

-

-

Oh, you must be lost.
This area's off-limits
to all passengers.

- I heard shots up here.
- Oh, no, you didn't.

It was a high-pressure hose
busted.

Whipped around,
messed up a couple of boys,
that's all.

I wanna get into my cabin
downstairs. I'm afraid this
water will flood it all.

We're checking upon
all of the damage
right now, sir.

Give me your name
and cabin number.

My name is Carl K--
Carl K. Wells, Royal Suite.

Are you related
to the captain?

I certainly am. I'm his son.

We haven't seen
each other very much
in the past few years,

since my mother
and he were divorced.

I was young.
I'd like to get through
if you don't mind.

I'm sorry, sir, I'm sure
your father will be
reporting to you personally.

- What's your name?
- Gribbs, sir.

Gribbs.

Yes.

Carl Kolchak, I.N.S.

A very important
message to go to
the Chicago office, I.N.S.

- Top priority.
- No stories
going out tonight, sir.

Did you hear me, son?
I said top priority,
triple "A."

I'm sorry. We're having
a little trouble
with the equipment.

- When is it gonna be fixed?
- Soon.

Soon. What's that gun
doing there?

Uh, big swimming
regatta tomorrow.
I'm the starter.

- Yeah. No,
the pool's closed.
- We know that, sir.

I work out every day.
I love tennis and swimming.

Have you ever been
to Los Angeles?

Yes, once in a while.

- You know, you oughta
be in commercials.
- Excuse me, sir. Excuse me.

- Sis.
- Hey, what is this?

- Hi.
- Hey, I shell out
a buck 80 for a mai tai,

- and I don't even get
half a dance?
- Bert Efron, right?

- No, it's Bernie. Bernie.
- Bernie.
I must have heard wrong.

There's a cute
little redhead down
by the casino...

who's looking
all over the ship for you.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah. She said she met you
at last year's convention.

- What convention?
- I don't know.
Whichever one you were at.

- The mai tai.
- Oh, excuse me.

That was very cute. "Sis."

Are you that anxious
to get back to the story
of my life, an exposé?

Yes, but first I've gotta
ask a favor of you.

Oh, no, no, no, Carl.

I don't know
if I could do that.
I mean, the ship has rules.

Paula, you remember
Across the Pacific...

with Humphrey Bogart
and Mary Astor?

Yeah,
they were on a freighter.

Sydney Greenstreet
and Benson Fong played
the two Axis spies.

Exactly.
Now, do you remember
the scene...

in which Mary Astor
created a diversion...

so that Bogie could go
into Benson Fong's cabin
and steal the codes?

That never happened
in Across the Pacific.

Oh, sure it did.
It was one of
the most exciting parts.

Carl, I've seen it
at least eight times on TV.

Oh, well, they must have cut
that part on the television.

It never happened, Carl.

- It didn't?
- No.

Is this that important
to you?

Oh, very.

Okay. But next time,
don't try to con me.
Just lay it on me.

Oh, excuse me.

Uh, excuse me.

Uh, could you help me?
I, uh, lost one of
my contact lenses out there,

and, uh,
I can't see a thing.

Lady, I'm snowed under here.

Well, what if I fall
down the stairs
and break my neck?

Then you'll have
a lawsuit on your hands.
Please, help me.

- All right.
- Thank you.

All right, now which way
is this thing?

It was over
in this general direction.

Right here.
Right here.

- It's very tiny.
- This is ridiculous.
I can't see--

Did you look over there?

- It's too dark.
I can't see anything.
- Ah, I've got it!

- I've got it.
- I didn't see anything.
Where was it?

Well, your eyes
must be worse than mine.
Thanks.

The first-class pool--
it was no longer in service,

but two couples
from Wayne, Indiana,
after drinking too much,

decided they simply
had to swim there.

They should
have gone to bed.

-

"It'll take a minimum
of 36 hours to check
all passengers...

"for possible police
or psychiatric records.

Maintain
security in silence."

- Yeah, operator. Operator?
-

- Carl, did it work?
- They're thinking of...

turning the boat around
and going back to L.A.

- What? Oh, damn it!
- What?

My lens. I lost it.
I really lost it.

Every time I really open
my eyes, I lose it. Oh.

Oh, these carpet fibers.
If it gets buried in there,
we'll never find it.

- Why would they do that?
- Quiet, quiet.
Do what?

- The boat.
- Operator. May I help you?

Operator, I'd like
ship-to-shore, please.

Long distance to Chicago,
Illinois. Tony Vincenzo,
I.N.S. offices.

Area code 312-555-8842.

I'll try that for you, sir,
but it may take
a few minutes.

I'll hold. I'll hold.

- A pacific storm.
- What?

That's the only reason
they'd turn the boat around.

I had a friend once--
they took a cruise
to Acapulco.

There was
a hurricane up ahead,
and they returned to port.

They never got their money
back. They'll hear from me
if that happens to us.

We got a lot more to worry
about than getting our money
back. Aha! There it is.

- Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
- Yeah.

Carl.

Hello, operator.
What's going on?

- What's happening?
- Still trying, sir.

...better check out
down there.

Check the topside.

Come on.
Let's go. Come on.

Carl, I just got a marvel--
Oh.

Huh?

Get this man
in the infirmary.

Two months.
That's very odd.

Do you have a history
of coagulation problems?

No, no, it seems to
be healing, and then
it just breaks open again.

It has happened twice now.

And I have
this constant dizziness
and the blackout spells.

Odd.

Likely the abrupt change
from Greenland's
the cause for it.

As for the claustrophobia,
rabies, I think we can
safely rule that--

I know that.
I'm no fool.

I'm sorry.

It's quite natural
that you'd be
a little irritable.

Here.
You take two of these...

at bedtime tonight.

It'll help you sleep and
ease any discomfort. Hmm?

Don't you humor me
with pills.

They gave me pills
at the Billings Naval
Hospital in Montana.

They didn't do anything
to relieve my nightmares.

You've been experiencing
this much discomfort,

and they've discharged you
from NATO?

Why didn't you stay
in the naval hospital?

I'm still with NATO.
I'm merely on a rest leave,
Doctor.

- Mm-hmm.
- Please be careful.

You might think of seeking
neuropsychiatric help.

Now listen to me.
I don't want to look
at inkblots.

I don't want to discuss
my nightmares. I want
to stop them now, today!

Now please,
give me an injection
of a-- of a painkiller.

I can't
give you any narcotics.

Why can't you?

Well, there's procedure
with using narcotics.

You babbling fool.

Doctor?

- Who was that man?
- Good morning, Mr. Kolchak.

- Your dad would like
to see you.
- Dad? I don't have a dad.

- Right this way.
- Oh! Dad.

Well, congratulations,
Captain.
My compliments.

This is all
cleaned up spick-and-span.
Good as new, shipshape.

Nobody'd ever dream
there was a brouhaha here
last night.

Mr. Kolchak, you
are to understand
and comply...

with the following for
the duration of this voyage.

One, you are to cease
annoying crew members in the
performance of their duties.

Two, you are to desist
from fomenting trouble...

- among
your fellow passengers.
- But--

Three, you are
to stop representing
yourself as my son.

I thought I could get away
with a little of
a resemblance--

That's all. Dismissed.

Just-Just a minute.
Captain Wells,

I happen to be
a reporter for the
Independent News Service.

News, sir. That's the press.

You do know about
the First Amendment,
the freedom of the press?

I'm fully aware
of all the articles...

of the Constitution
of the United States,
Mr. Kolchak.

Splendid.

Are you fully
aware of the articles
of the Maritime Code?

Article 43: The captain
of the vessel shall have
full and sole authority...

over all passengers
and crew therein.

And shall, in the event
of a crisis, take any
means he deems necessary...

to ensure that everyone
aboard acts in compliance...

with the best interest
of the vessel.

Crisis.
You did say "crisis," sir.

That means you agree
there was something very
strange aboard this boat.

- Ship.
- Boat, ship, whatever.

I was down here last night,
and I saw something
absolutely incredible,

before, well, before
I was blacked out,
but I did see it.

There was a disturbance,
yes, but the matter
is now fully in hand.

Disturbance? Listen,
what I saw down here,

I saw your crew being
ripped apart by some thing,
some animal thing.

Torn into shreds
like they were rag dolls,
limb from limb.

Now, whatever it is
that's aboard this boat
is not well in hand.

If you wanna know
what I think it is--

Article 47,
revised Maritime Code:

Should any person or
persons fail to comply with
the captain's directives,

he or they shall be placed
under bodily restraint...

- for as long as
the captain sees fit.
- Bodily restraint?

It used to be called
"putting a man in irons,"
Mr. Kolchak.

Now, while we don't have
that outmoded means
of bodily restraint,

I'm sure the ship's engineer
could jury-rig
a suitable substitute.

Isn't that right,
Mr. Hallem?

Gribbs here could put
something together...

with some chains and
a couple of marlinespikes.

- Take about 15 minutes.
- Marlinespikes?

Oh, yeah, mean things.
Metal, looks like
a shark's tooth.

You mean you can
really do that?

Let's hope
you never have to
find out, Mr. Kolchak.

Now I suggest that you
just do what you came
on board to do, interview.

The schoolteachers,
the dentists,
the aging stewardesses.

Well, that's
all very simple, Captain,
but unfortunately,

your passengers
seem to be disappearing
into your deep freeze.

I think you'd better make up
a set of those irons,
Mr. Gribbs, just in case.

- Yes, sir.
- Carry on.

Now, Mr. Gribbs, that
won't be necessary, really.

I mean, that kind
of thing is really out
of the Dark Ages, isn't it?

- Are those them?
- Sir?

Are these those?

Mr. Kolchak
won't win any prizes
for his photography,

but his subject
is certainly startling.

Dr. Ross?

Operator, I want
ship-to-shore, please.

I'm sorry, Mr. Kolchak,
but all the lines are busy.
Please try later.

They've been busy
for the last two hours.

- How did you know my name?
-

Buongiorno, Carlo.
And what happened
to you last night?

I heard
a lot of men running by,
and then you were gone.

They jammed the
phone on me. Captain Bligh
has put me off-limits.

You know, everyone aboard
has the case of the crazies.

Something
is very wrong here.

And do you know,
they closed the Grog Shop
for the rest of the voyage?

And there's a whole long
section of carpeting been
taken out near the lobby.

They're wasting their time.
Blood stains cannot
be removed.

Well, I happened
to overhear a couple of
Italian stewards talking.

They thought
I couldn't speak Italian.

You know what
one guy was saying?

- No, no, I don't.
-

- You know what that means?
- No, no.

- Lupo?
- Lupo.Oh, wolf!

Exactly. Isn't that absurd?
I don't know what's gotten
into everybody.

Claws and fangs.
And it's not gonna
stop either.

You wouldn't happen to know
anything about legends,
would you?

- Legends?
- Yeah, you know,
uh, legends.

- Oh, you mean like Oedipus.
- No, like the werewolf
legends.

You're not going to take a
couple of Neapolitan sailors
seriously, are you?

Italians
always overdramatize.

What about movies?
I mean, you've seen 'em all.

Certainly someone involved
must have done
some research.

Oh! Well,
it's silver bullets,
I think.

- What?
- I forgot. Wait a minute.
It was John Wayne.

- You said something.
What was it?
- Silver bullets.

- Silver bullets.
- Charlie Chan?
I forgot. I didn't, uh--

Uh, ahem, steward.

- Oh, how you doing,
Mr. Kolchak?
- Fine, George.

Hope you changed your mind.
I'll go as high
as 18 bucks for this.

George, are you available
for an errand of sorts?

- Oh, I'm always at your
service, Mr. Kolchak.
- Really?

Oh, hey,
there's my main man.
How you doing, Carl?

And, uh, what are
you doing, Carl?

I know. You're fixing up
some kind of costume...

for the fantasy dress ball
tonight, right?

- Wrong.
- No, I mean,
that's a helmet, right?

I mean, you're into
some kind of Visigoth trip.

There will be
no fancy dress ball tonight.

Oh, yes, there will,
'cause they announced it
this morning.

Yeah, and I'm playing
Lady Godiva.

And I'm coming
as Peeping Tom. All right.

Mel, you've reconnoitered
this ship pretty good.
Is there a priest on board?

- Priest?
- A priest.

Hey, Carl, I mean listen.
Paula's cute, you know,

but you don't
have to sign up
for a life sentence.

I mean, getting spliced
is not the object
of this cruise.

Getting your chimes rung is.

This has nothing to do
with chimes ringing
or splicing at all.

Oh, good, man, because Wendy
and me made that marriage
scene for about 10 years,

and we're here to tell you
it is nowhere.

What?
Let me absorb this slowly.

- You and Wendy
were married?
- Yeah.

- I mean, to each other.
- Oh, right on. Yeah.

We got divorced about three
years ago, and we've been
having a ball ever since.

- Well, I wish you all
the luck in the world.
- Thank you.

In the meantime,
is there a priest on board?

Well, hey, what about
what's his name?

Who? Oh, yeah,
I know, yeah.

There was some cat that
told me he flunked out
of divinity school.

- Is that any help?
- Does he speak Latin?

Last night he was kind of
into Romance languages.

That's funny.
That's very funny.

Will you find him
and bring him back here
in about an hour?

Yeah, okay. And then
you wanna put on your
Lady Godiva outfit for me?

You know, Mel, you just
never had any respect
for our marriage.

- What are you talking about?
- You know what you really are?

- What'd you find out?
- We were right.

When I placed the call
from my cabin,
I got through fine.

- I talked to your editor,
Mr. Vincenzo.
- Yeah.

Oh, gee, does he sound
like he needs a vacation.

Anyway,
he seemed very upset...

when I mentioned
you wanted stuff
about mutilation murders.

- That follows.
- He sounded awful.

I mean,
coughing and sneezing.
Apparently he has the flu.

But he still has to come
into work because nobody
else is in the office.

- I don't get it.
- You wouldn't understand.

What did he say
about the animal attacks?

Well, last month,
in Yellowstone County,
Montana,

a family of five was killed.

The authorities there
believe that they were
attacked by--

Wolves.

And before that,
a six-man NATO radar team
in Greenland--

NATO? Tell me the date.

It was exactly one month
before the Yellowstone
County incident, right?

Yes, that's right.

Five were mutilated
beyond recognition,
but one survived.

- What was his name?
- It's not listed here.

There's no record of him?
Who he was? Where he went?
Where he came from?

No.

Listen, I gotta meet a guy.
You stay here, right here in
this room, and do not move.

No matter what happens,
do not leave this room.
Is that clear?

- Yes.
- I mean,
those are orders, right?

Lock the door behind me.
On second thought,
I'll lock it for you.

- Oh. Well, you got it?
- Yeah, where's the money?

Money, money, here. Here's
your money. $50. Could I
have a receipt for that?

We gotta find a better place
to make the pass.

The what?
Just give it to me, please.

I wanna make sure you're
satisfied. You got
the right material.

And besides, I wanna make
sure nobody's giving me
any phony money.

- What are you
talking about?
- Now, don't laugh.

I got a trunkful
of lira, marks and pounds
that ain't worth a dime.

But those
are American dollars.

So what? What do you think
it's gonna be worth
tomorrow?

Oh, good evening, ma'am.
Sir.

Besides, I'm getting
some pretty bad vibes here.

I don't like the smell
of this whole thing.

Let's go down
to my compartment.

- Who is it?

- Me.

- Paula Griffin,
this is George--
- Just first names, okay?

- Okay.
- Hey, that's nice stuff.

Genuine Vallarchon.
You wanna unload it?

- It's not ours.
- It doesn't make
any difference.

Wi-- Will you put it down,
please? Let's see what
you got. Come on. Come on.

That's silver plate.
That's not sterling silver.

Haven't you
got any real silver
aboard this ship?

- Sure.
- Well, get it.

- Uh-uh, not for any price.
- Why?

It's the buttons on
the captain's dress uniform.

Oh?

- What are you doing here?
How did you get in here?

If I told you, Captain,
you'd clap me in irons.

Clap you in irons.
I'll have you keelhauled
for this.

Well, Captain,
you seem to be fond
of living in the past,

so perhaps you'd be
interested in knowing...

that there is a werewolf
on board.

- Really?
- Really.

Article 22,
revised Maritime Code:

Should any passenger
or passengers exhibit,
in the captain's opinion,

an unbalanced state of mind,

- the captain may order that
such passenger be put--
- To sleep. Yes, I know.

I won't deny
we've had trouble.

My officers concur
with me that we've had
a psychotic killer on board.

A psychotic killer?
What about the drugs
missing from the infirmary?

The man may have had
a serious drug problem.

But since the attacks
have stopped,

obviously one of
three things has happened.

The man fell overboard,
the man committed suicide,

or the man suffered
serious injuries...

and crawled away
to the bowels of the ship
to die.

Or the thing is still alive
and waiting for the moon
to rise.

- The moon.
- The moon. The full moon.

Check your
nautical charts, Captain,
for the exact time.

Have Mr. Hallem
come up here with the
security party, please.

Listen, you've seen
the photographs
that I took.

Did you see
a psychotic killer in that?

All right,
I will address you in
terms you will understand.

You will understand
and comply with
the following orders.

All security personnel
are to be equipped
with silver bullets.

Those silver bullets
are to be blessed
by a priest,

not in English,
but in Latin.

Furthermore, sir,
before moonrise, all
passengers and personnel...

are to be restricted
to their cabins with
the doors bolted and locked.

- End of orders, sir.
- Yes, sir.

- Take him below.
- Take him below.

Now wait just one minute.

If you put me someplace
against my will and
something happens to me,

you're gonna have to
write a new chapter
in the Maritime Code,

or my editor's name
is not Antonio Vincenzo.

Your editor.
Release him.

- Not here, outside!
- Just a minute now.

Wait a minute, fellas.
Wait just one second.

- Mr. Hallem.
- Yes, sir?

Ask Royer
how much time we'd buy...

if we changed course now
and tried to outrun
the rising moon.

- Sir?
- Nothing!

- Hey, Paula.
- Hiya.

Here's your man,
Jay Remy.

Here it is in the pot.
It has to be blessed.

Hey, is this
gonna take long?

I've invested a lot
of time in a couple
of young ladies--

Just do it, will you?
I mean, just mumble
something in Latin.

It doesn't make a lot
of difference--

- Are you folks loaded?
What's going on?
- Nothing is going on.

I just need you to bless
this pot of melted silver,
that's all.

I mean,
we haven't got much time.
See, that's the problem.

So, if you know
anything in Latin,
a prayer, anything?

Well, I know
a nuptial prayer
pretty good.

Well, that doesn't sound
quite right to me.

- Mm, a prayer for the dead?
- Yeah, that sounds
more like it.

Now, if you ever need
any more blessings,
we'll talk about it.

You just come on down
to my cabin.

We'll have a little
drinky-winky or something,

but leave
Hi-Ho Silver here.

If I were you, I'd go
back to my cabin, lock
the doors, stay sober...

and remember
some more prayers.

10:21 p.m.,
Bernhardt Stieglitz,

ordinary career soldier,
answered
a primordial call...

and had a most
extraordinary dream.

A nightmare that no human
being could ever imagine
or begin to comprehend.

- Mr. Stieglitz?

Mr. Stieglitz. It's George.
Are you all right?

-

Get in your cabin,
you dum-dum.

-

The body was never
recovered.

When the old ship was
scrapped, all evidence was
scrapped along with her.

Of the 11 crewmen
and four passengers...

attacked by the beast,
it is not known
how many actually died.

The injured?
Well, they disappeared.

Rumor has it to Switzerland,
to undergo treatment
for a rare blood disease.

The shipping line would
only admit to having had a
psychotic stowaway on board.

The killer
had fallen overboard
after being cornered...

by ship's officers,
so they said.

All traces of
Bernard Stieglitz vanished.
His baggage was gone.

His name could not be found
in any passenger manifest.

NATO officials claim
no such man had ever existed
in their organization.

And any attempt to publish
a werewolf story
about such a man...

would be met
with the heaviest
legal artillery.

Vincenzo, always gun-shy,
conveyed that message to me
in no uncertain terms.

So, here the story sits,
for good, I guess.

No one but you and I
know the real truth.

The real story.

Cab!

Ah. That's it.

To the airport, huh?