All language subtitles for Kolchak s01e05 The Werewolf.eng

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 ofbidding 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.

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 now, 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?

- Oh, 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.

Well, 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 Hanover make you feel?

Worse. I have a bad time
with seasickness.

Everything makes you sick, doesn't it?
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.

Mm. Hi, man, how are ya? Oh, I-

Hey, put 'er there. Good to see
ya. Hey, 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. Hey, 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.
Mm, all right.

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

Yeah? 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.

Chimes]
- 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.
- Yeah, 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-

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

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

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 hadjust risen off the starboard bow.

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

hadjust 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 Handle with 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
expose 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 Wells.

See, why, we're old buddies
from the Yorktown in '44.

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

Oh. Did you say Yorktown?

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 divorced.

I was very young. But 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, sir.

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 eighty for a mai tai,

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

No, 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 expose?

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 Bogey 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? 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,
Carl? 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.

Well, 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, Captain, 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. lo
capisco tutti. You know what one guy was saying?

- No, no, I don't.
- Che cosa di animale? Che cosa "lupo e mano. '"

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?

Oh, 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?
- Well, 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.

You mean 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?

You stay
- 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?

Well, 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.

Oh, yeah. 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?

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