All language subtitles for She Wolf of London (1990) - S01E12 - She-Devil.eng

(DOORBELL RINGING)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

If there is a werewolf in my
building, I want to know about it.

I don't blame you.

What makes you think a
werewolf killed your tenant?

Lan.

And why not a zombie,
or a witch,

or a particularly
rude Martian.

Here, I didn't come
here to be ridiculed.

I mean, I thought your advertisement
was a genuine offer to help.

Not a way to make
people feel small.

I'm sorry, but I thought
you were being serious.

We are serious.

All Professor Matheson is
trying to say, in his own way,

is what makes you think there's
not a rational explanation?

The poor man was
ripped to shreds.

And I can't believe
the police explanation

that it was the sharp
claws of a wild dog.

Perhaps a
jilted manicurist.

Professor!

I'm simply trying to choose an
appropriate mask for Rag Week.

Rag Week?
Rag Week?

One week, every year, the university
lets its hair down for charity.

Charity? I don't want
your bleeding charity.

I mean, I operate a clean,
respectable building in the West End,

occupied by working
professionals of good standing.

There are no children, no
riffraff and no pets are allowed.

Really?

Kind of rules out the
wild dog theory, huh?

What kind of rent
are we talking about?

We are talking about
a vicious murder.

I'm talking
about a vacancy.

Ooh! Could one of my
tenants be a monster?

I'd like to
see the apartment.

Me, too.

Smashing idea.

Come on. We haven't
a second to waste.

Oh! With pleasure.
With pleasure, Professor.

Oh, yes. We can go right now, sir.

We really can.

Shall I wait in the...

Yes,
we'll be right with you.

(DOOR CLOSES)
All right.

What a stroke of luck. I can
probably get it for a pittance.

I mean, nobody wants to rent an
apartment where a murder took place.

I wonder if it has a view.

(SIGHING) You don't believe him?

I believe that if the price is
right, it's time for me to move.

I think
he's onto something.

I think he's a whacko.

A whacko I can bargain down to
a price a scholar could afford.

There could be a werewolf living
in that building, you know.

I'm used to that.

Did it ever occur to you the
culprit could be a wild dog?

Oh, yeah. Just like that
wild dog that bit me.

You were attacked
on a full moon.

There won't be a full moon
for another day.

Kind of rules out your
werewolf theory, huh?

(SCOFFS)

Oh, by the way, Mr. Nile,
are utilities included?

Do you know what a
professor of mythology makes?

Under ordinary circumstances, I certainly
couldn't afford to live in a building like this.

Well, why would you want to? The
place is crawling with wild dogs.

This is it. I haven't had
a chance to clean it up yet.

(WHISTLING)

What do you think, a French
poodle? Maybe an angry terrier?

He did leave a cleaning
deposit, didn't he?

This has always been such
a nice, quiet building.

Nothing like this
has happened before.

Yes, well, word will
get around, I'm afraid.

I hate to think how hard it
will be to find a new tenant.

Oh,
do you think so?

Oh, yes. You know, people can
be so cold, so unforgiving.

Tell me, is it a
month-to-month or a lease?

Look at this.

At least the killer tried
not to stain the carpet.

The new tenant
will appreciate that.

Oh!

Read the ad.

Randi, these are
the personals.

The pleadings of the
Ionely and the lovelorn.

I think I should move in
before I start entertaining.

(CLEARS THROAT)

"Lonely and lusty professional
woman seeks the comfort and warmth

"of a good man."

It's circled, and
there's a phone number.

I think we've found
ourselves a werewolf here.

Randi, I feel terrible about what
happened to the poor man who lived here,

but not every occurrence
that isn't readily explained

is the work of
supernatural entities.

I've got a feeling
about this.

So have I. But if I play my cards
right, this could be my new address.

Tell me, kind sir,
what is the rent?

L1,000.

Yes. This man wasn't murdered.

He just got his monthly bill. Oh.

Hello?
Hello, Kristen McCord.

Kristen, is it?
Just one moment, please.

Speak to Kristen.

(LAUGHS)

(WHISPERING)
And who is Kristen?

I don't... Just talk to her.

Hello, Kristen?

It can't be. Is that lan? Lan Matheson?

Yes. What a wonderful surprise!

Kristen, is that
really you?

Yes. How are you?

How good to hear your voice
again after all this time.

Oh,
we must get together.

Tell me, where are
you working these days?

I wonder if
she's changed.

I wonder
what she changes into.

Kristen McCord is a rational,
level-headed woman, not a savage killer.

Neither am I, except during a full moon.

But how do you know she doesn't
turn into a vicious animal, huh?

Actually, I know she does.
But I survived.

Well, Ed Decker
wasn't so lucky.

Do you have any idea
where we're going?

Oh, Dr. McCord.

Thanks.

She was pre-med, and I
was studying mythology.

(CHUCKLES) We shared
a lust for life.

For life. Right.

Oh, those glorious spring
afternoons we spent together,

studying under
the cherry blossoms.

I taught her the joys
of world mythology.

And she taught you the
joys of playing doctor?

It was a great year.

So what happened?

We were young,
we drifted apart.

It was nothing serious.

Well, this is.

Ed Decker was butchered by
your old girlfriend last night.

Look, she may have been
a hot-blooded pre-med,

but today she's
a cold-blooded killer.

Ed Decker was killed
by a wild dog.

You can't blame Kristen
for that.

Oh, God.

IAN: Kristen?

Lan? Lan? Lan!

Kristen!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Hey!

Oh, you look wonderful!

Oh, you look more
beautiful than ever.

(RANDI CLEARING THROAT)

Oh, sorry. This is
my student, Randi Wallace.

Randi, this is...

"A Ionely and lusty
professional,

"seeking the warmth and
comfort of a good man."

You know your classifieds.

Oh, only the
blood-soaked ones.

You must have a
wild social life.

Not nearly as wild as yours. My
dates usually survive the night.

KRISTEN:
Why would they want to?

Mmm.

Glad to see you haven't lost that
delightfully wicked sense of humor.

Run along, Randi. Don't
want to miss your bus.

Want a lift?

Not in your dreams,
darling.

Who is she?

Forgive her.

She took Ed's
death very hard.

They were friends?

Like brother and sister.

Mmm, I shouldn't have
been so hard on her.

(SIGHING)

Forgive me, Randi. I didn't
know how close you and Ed were.

We were close?

I know the word doesn't do
your relationship justice.

It's been a hard day, and I'm
afraid I took things out on you.

Let's start again.

Isn't she great?

Kristen McCord,
at your service.

And I will do
whatever I can...

Take over, Gene.

To help you find out
about your friend.

(CLEARING THROAT)
Wasn't he your friend?

Oh, don't take this the wrong
way, but he was hardly a friend.

An acquaintance?
A meal?

A guinea pig.

It's not as awful as it
sounds. I've been studying sex.

So lan told me.

Yes, well, this is a little
different to my previous research,

as in-depth as that was.

At first, we were just looking
to create a new fragrance.

Ah!

Oxypolymorphene 29.

Every living creature gives off
hormones when it's sexually excited.

(SNIFFING)

Mmm.

KRISTEN: Those hormones
attract the opposite sex.

I've developed a serum that
merely intensifies that effect.

An aphrodisiac?

Of a sort.

(CHUCKLES)
She is Ionely and lusty.

I've tested Oxypolymorphene
29 personally,

(GRUNTS)

To see if it has
any effect.

I've met with dozens of men for dinner,
anonymously, through the classifieds,

to see if the potion
made is more ardent.

Fat men, old men, ugly men.

Even a few handsome ones.

Did it work?

Oh, yes, it worked.

Often I had a hard time
keeping things just friendly.

But with Ed, it worked
better than I thought.

You connected on an intellectual
as well as a spiritual level?

(CLATTERING)
We had explosive sex.

(GLASS BREAKING)

So good, I blacked out.

All I can remember is waking up
in my apartment feeling great.

(RANDI EXCLAIMING) Sounds
rather far-fetched to me.

(RANDI MOANING)

Yes, well, I wouldn't
believe it either,

(RANDI MOANING) If I hadn't
experienced it for myself.

It's a very unorthodox way to
conduct your research, but then again,

(CLATTERING) You always
were rather unorthodox.

Isn't that what you
loved about me?

Look, I know
I went over the line,

but I just had to
know if it worked.

It sounds to me more like a psychological
reaction than a chemical one.

But enough of this talk
of your research.

(RANDI LAUGHING)

I want to catch up
on old times.

So do I. And I just happen
to be free for dinner tonight.

(RANDI EXCLAIMING)
What a coincidence.

So am I.

Do you have a
favorite restaurant?

(RANDI LAUGHING) My
place. I've just bought it.

I've hardly moved in.

You'll be my first guest.

And I'm just dying
to show it off.

What are we
waiting for, then?

Do you remember Oxford? That day on
the punt? I got stuck on the pole.

(LAUGHING)

(RANDI LAUGHING) Yoo-hoo,
honey. Time to go.

(RANDI SCREAMING)

Get off me! You...

Oh...

(SCREAMING)

RANDl: Help!

I'm going to have to take some of this
stuff home for the wife, eh, Peter?

(PETER GROANING)

MAN: Peter? Peter?
Peter, you don't look well.

(GROWLING)

Peter, what is it?

No!

What about your friend?

Friend? Oh, Randi.

RANDl: Oh, my God. Oh,
my God! Give me a moment.

You can't go with her!
Relax.

(MAN SCREAMING)

What was that?

You can't.

You drive.
I'll ride with her.

No, you can't go alone with
her. She'll eat you alive!

I'm counting on it.
You don't understand!

That serum is very... There's
something very wrong with it.

It brings out the
beast in people!

So does a glass of wine,
candles and some good music.

So I hope.

Lan!

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

You've come a long way from your
cramped, cluttered student dorm.

I always dreamed of
having a home like this.

Even back when
we were together.

But you...
You haven't changed at all.

Of course I have.

I'm not the gawky, awkward
student you remember.

No. You're still the
intensely curious,

serious lan Matheson
I remember.

Marveling at all the little
mysteries you found in the library.

Your single-minded enthusiasm was
so frustrating that it was sexy.

(GRUNTING)

I wanted so badly to
distract you, to break that...

That resolve.

As I recall, you succeeded
on more than one occasion.

As I recall, I succeeded
right on the librarian's desk.

And what did you become?

The kind of enthusiastic,
totally absorbed professor

impressionable young
school girls ache to distract?

(GLASS BREAKING)

Speaking of which...

Randi seems to have a keen
interest in you, and you in her.

We've been through
a lot together.

But not what
you might think.

She has a very serious problem
that I've been helping her with.

Solving it would mean a
great deal to both of us.

Maybe I could help.

Perhaps you could.

After all, you have become a
highly-paid corporate scientist.

And yet you're still trying to
bring out the beast in people.

Purely scientific curiosity.

You just like people
to pay attention to you.

What woman doesn't?

What is this?

Something sweet.

A dessert wine? A fruit
juice? A cognac? What?

A little after-dinner
aphrodisiac.

Still looking
for attention.

Always.

You don't need a glassful
of sugar water for that.

(KRISTEN LAUGHING)

(IAN LAUGHING)

(BOTH GROANING)

(KRISTEN GROANING)

(BOTH GROANING)

(BOTH GROWLING)

I've never
felt this great.

Me, too.

Except...

Except?

(GROANS)

Ooh!

(LAUGHING)

I hurt all over.

Me, too.

Ooh!

(GROANING)

I guess it was good
for you, then.

I guess it was.

I mean, I know it was.

Wasn't it?

Of course it was. It was
terrific for both of us.

Budge over.

Don't you think?

Oh, definitely.
It was great.

The best ever.
We were animals.

(CHUCKLING)

I'll never forget it.

Me, neither.

He's about 6 feet tall, blue
eyes, brownish mousy hair.

POLICEMAN: Yes?

Well, he's been missing
since about 8:00 last night.

Did you say missing? Yeah, but
he's been with his ex-girlfriend.

Last night? Yeah, she's
been doing these studies

with aphrodisiacs and...

(DIAL TONE DRONING)

Hello?

(SIGHING) Oh!

(IAN LAUGHING)

Lan. Oh, my God! Kristen
did this to you, didn't she?

Oh, yes.

Oh. I knew it. You're lucky to be alive.

Oh, you said it.

Oh, I knew it.

You know, she pretends
like she's this scientist,

and then under this cool facade,
she's actually a vicious animal.

Oh, that's her.

Oh, my God, we've got to
do something about this.

We have?

Yes.
We?

Yes! You don't think I'd let
you go see her alone, do you?

I certainly hope so.

What?
I...

I know Kristen's
a vicious animal,

but I don't think
she's that kinky.

(YAWNING) Although, it
wouldn't hurt to ask her.

Pig. To think
I worried about you.

You didn't try that
Oxy-poly stuff, did you?

Just a tiny taste.

Lan! That stuff makes you
do things you'd never do!

That stuff could
turn you into a killer.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

It's just a placebo.

(GROANING)

Just a harmless bit
of sugar water.

Although, I wouldn't mix it
with a Chardonnay again,

because I've got
a hell of a headache.

You let her try
experimental drugs on you?

What else did you
let her do?

(LAUGHING) Oh, oh, oh, oh.

To be honest, I'm a little bit
fuzzy about some of the details.

Which details?

All of them.

But I think my memory might be a bit
sharper after I've had a little sleep.

Oh, I'm dead beat.

(GROANING)

Oh, my God.

Oh, no.

KRISTEN: Oh!

Impossible!

(SOBBING)

Oh! Oh!

Be rational about this.

I did not turn into a
monster. Neither did he.

Oh, no!

Oh!

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

MAN: No, no! No!

(MAN SCREAMING)

(SIREN BLARING)

Another wild dog?

Anything is possible.

Follow me.

It doesn't mean
Kristen was involved.

What? There's a guy mauled
not 10 feet from Kristen's lab

and you still don't
see a connection?

I see a troubling
coincidence.

You're going to get us
lost again, you know.

Come on, this is the way.

I don't think we
should be in here.

There's no harm in
just looking around.

You know, I think that drug
brings out the monsters in people.

Oh, yes. That's a much
more believable explanation!

Why didn't I
think of it?

Would you
listen to me?

If she can bring out the beast in
people, maybe she can snub it out, too.

I mean, you reverse the effect of
that drug and you've got my cure.

Tonight's a full moon.

You're letting your need for a
cure and your dislike of Kristen

cloud your judgment.
Be logical about this.

I mean, if one of my students
died horribly tomorrow,

would that mean I was
a supernatural monster?

No, it would probably mean that you gave
another lecture on the interstitial matrices

of the psycho-socio myths.

Whatever the answer is, I'm sure
Kristen will offer a fresh perspective

on the problem.

Yeah, well...

She better or I'll wring it out of her.

Are you sure you know
where you're going?

Trust me.

Lan, no!

Oh! Ow!

(GASPING)

Another troubling coincidence?

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry, lan.

No need to apologize.

You were just
looking at the facts.

We've got to
find Kristen. Fast.

You're absolutely right.

She might need a comforting
shoulder to cry on.

You're too kind.

I don't want to get near
her, and I'm a werewolf.

What do you mean?

I mean that I would not want to
cuddle up to some vicious killer,

even if I was
in love with him.

You still think she's
responsible for this?

You don't?

This man is... This man
was a psychopathic killer,

who obviously died trying
to take another victim.

I mean, I guess he must have had a
pathological attraction to Kristen

and killed any man
that got close to her.

Which is why all the clues
pointed in this direction.

That man took Oxypolymorphene
29 and turned into a monster.

The same way
that Kristen did.

Don't be ridiculous. You're
letting your imagination run wild.

This aphrodisiac
is harmless.

It's nothing more
than sugar water.

Lan, don't. Don't!

Mmm. Mmm.

That hit the spot.

Now, tell me, do you
find me irresistible?

Hardly.
I'm getting out of here.

Oh, Randi. Randi. Randi!

Have I transformed
into a lusty beast?

Case closed.

So let's find Kristen and
help her through this tragedy.

I guess you're right.

Maybe my imagination
is going wild.

You know, I wasn't going to tell
you this, but last night in the lab,

me and one of the...

Oh, no.

(SNARLING)

This is Rag Week, right?

(GROWLING)

Get away from me, lan!
Stay away from me!

No, lan!

(RANDI SCREAMING)

(IAN GROWLING)

Oh, no.

Lan...

Ahhh!

(SNARLING)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Sorry about this, lan.

Oh, my God. Lan.

(ALL CHATTERING)

I'm sorry. I've just
got to get to the post.

Bye.

(GROANING)

Oh, my head.

Oh! My back.

Oh, my God!

Shh!

Randi! How good to see you.

You wouldn't happen to know why
I'm chained up here, would you?

You don't remember?
This afternoon?

You? Me? Us?

These?

How could we deny
our burning desire?

Yes, how could we?

(LAUGHING)

I mean, who would've dreamt our
passion could be so powerful?

Yes. Who could
have dreamt it?

I mean, it was...
It was marvelous.

It was fantastic.

It was...

It was unforgettable.

Don't you think so?

Frankly,
I've had better days.

(CHUCKLING) Relax.
We didn't do anything.

We didn't?
No.

Oh, thank God.

I mean, not that you
aren't desirable. You are.

You are deeply desirable.

You're one of the most
desirable...

(SHOUTING)
Why am I chained?

Shh!

The same reason
I will be tonight.

Only my transformations
are not chemically induced.

I changed?

Into a monster.

Fangs, eyes, claws, fur.
The whole nine yards.

Then, Kristen...

My God.

Oxypolymorphene
really packs a wallop.

I swiped this
from Kristen's lab.

Now, if we can analyze this
stuff, we can cure all of us.

I didn't...

I didn't hurt anyone,
did I?

Oh, don't worry. You took a cold
shower before you could do that.

(RANDI CLEARING THROAT)

But I have to find
Kristen and chain her up.

And then I have to chain myself
up before anyone else gets hurt.

Wait a minute! Aren't
you forgetting something?

Oh, yeah. Wouldn't do
much good without these.

Or me! You not intending
to leave me here, are you?

I think I'd prefer to keep
you tied up for a little while.

Well, don't be ridiculous!
Kristen could be dangerous.

So could you.

Look, we don't know what the
residual effects of this drug are.

You could change again.

I'm willing to
take that chance.

I'm not.

I know what it's like to
wake up from a transformation.

To wonder if I've hurt anyone,
or if I've killed anyone.

If I've killed you.

I don't want you to have
to go through that again.

I guess I'll hang
around here tonight.

Good idea.

(SIGHING) I guess I preferred
mythology when it wasn't real.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Kristen?

Hello, Kristen?
It's me, Randi.

Randi Wallace, lan's friend.

Hello?

IAN: Randi? Is that you?

Did you find her?

Lan?

Aunt Elsa!

That door is supposed to be locked.
What are you doing down here?

I'm looking for
my purple afghan.

What are you
doing down here?

Important research.

Oh. With Randi?

We're delving into the
mythology of captivity,

hoping to gain a better
knowledge of ancient legends.

Oh.

That's why she's gone
looking for another woman.

I don't have time to
explain all the details.

Oh, that's okay.

I'll watch, and I'll pick
them up as I go along.

(GLASS BREAKING)

Kristen?

Kristen?

Kristen?

Yoo-hoo.

It's Randi.

Kristen.

We have to talk.

You have a serious problem.

KRISTEN: Tell me about it.

Kristen?

I'm still picking the
repairman out of my teeth.

You killed Ed,
didn't you?

Probably.
I can't remember.

But this time I do.

Every detail.

After seven doses, the serum has
mutated every cell in my body.

I'm changing uncontrollably, and
there's nothing I can do about it.

Let me help you.

By chaining me up?

Believe me, I know what
happens to lab animals,

and I have no desire
to become one.

Look, you created this stuff.
Surely you can find a cure.

You're a scientist.

I was a scientist.

I'm something else now,
and I think I like it.

Listen, you can fight it.
I know you can.

You have to protect yourself and
everybody else from what you've become

and then find a way
to cure it.

Who says?

(RANDI SCREAMING)

Kristen?

Kristen?

You don't understand!

No, come back!
Kristen, please help me!

Randi?

Randi?

Hello?

Is anyone at home?

No!

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

(CLATTERING)

Randi?

Oh, Randi.

(SNARLING)

Lan.

Good God!

Kristen?

(RANDI GROWLING)

She sounds like a monster.

(CACKLING)

I like feisty women.

Forget her, lan.
We're good together.

We always were.

Yes, well, we've changed.
You certainly have.

Yes, I have.
And so can you!

(GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

Join me.

I can't.

I'll have you either way.

Listen, Kristen, wait. Wait! Look,
it's not too late to fight this thing.

(GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

There's only one thing
we're going to do together.

(SCREAMING)

No, stop!
Stop, you'll kill her!

(BOTH GROWLING)

Stop!

Kristen! Kristen!

(GASPING)

(SCREAMING)

(BOTH GROWLING)

Lan?

Lan.

Lan?

Lan?

Over here.

My God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, lan.

I thought you...
I thought you were...

I thought...

Oh, lan...
I thought you were...

I thought you were, too.

I'm not.

Neither am I.

And Kristen?

(SIGHING)

Did I...

She did it to herself.

This is what you go through
every time, isn't it?

(LAUGHING) Every full moon.

How do you bear it?

Without you, I couldn't.

I'll always be here.

So will I.

(COUGHING)

She's out there right now,
spending my pension.

I didn't spend my life
in the service of Her Majesty

so that your mother could
spend my money on luxuries.

What did you do it for?

A comfortable life.
A decent standard of living.

Well, don't luxuries
fit into that somewhere?

I mean, all she wants to do
is look beautiful for her man.

Now, isn't that
worth encouraging?

You've been watching too
many Alan Alda movies.

MRS. MATHESON:
We're home!

We're broke.

There's a wonderful sale
on at Copeland's.

A treasure trove of bargains
at the Petticoat Pantry.

All in all,
a shopper's dream.

And a husband's nightmare.

So, ladies,
show us your bounty.

I've got a wonderful
clutch purse.

MR. MATHESON:
You've got 50 purses!

But not a purple one.

I found a Scottish
wool sweater that's so cozy,

I just might fall
asleep in class.

As if you need help.

And I found
Burning Passion!

The butcher make
eyes at you again?

It's a new fragrance.

A fragrance?

From pure and
natural products.

MRS. MATHESON: A steal at only
L20 an ounce.

(IAN SNIFFING) Guaranteed to
bring out the beast in your men.

(BOTTLE BREAKING)
ALL: Oh!

It worked.

(GROWLING)