All language subtitles for Werewolf.of.London.1935

(TALKING IN TIBETAN)

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

What will you do
if they won't go?

Go on alone, of course.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

(BELL RINGING)

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

(MEN WHIMPERING)

Pax vobiscum, my sons.

Et cum spiritu tuo.

FATHER: You're both
English, are you not?

Yes, Father.

You're the first
white man we've seen
in three months.

You two are the first
I've seen in 40 years.

My name is Glendon.

This is my assistant,
Hugh Renwick.
We're botanists.

HUGH: He's a botanist.
I'm a nobody

he brought along
out of kindness.

I wanted to see
the last places
on earth.

Why are you here?

We're looking for
the Mariphasa lupina lumina.

A strange flower which
grows only in Tibet

and which, it is said,
takes its life
from the moon.

HUGH: Is there really
such a flower, Father?

There are some things
it is better not
to bother with.

Why do you
say that, Father?

You aren't afraid,
are you?

No.

But I respect some of
the superstitions of others.

Often they are
founded in fact.

HUGH: Our coolies
tell us, the valley
we want to visit

is filled with demons.

Yes, I'm afraid they thought
you were one of them.

That's why
they ran away.

I've never been
into that valley

and I've never known
a man to return from it.

Then we were right.
This is the place.

According to this map,
it's just beyond that ridge,

just off the trail.

Are you game?

Wish us luck,
Father.

Get the ponies.
Right.

You are foolish,

but without fools
there would be no wisdom.

Pax vobiscum.

Thank you, Father.

Think of all the trouble
we've been through

these past six months,

just for the sake
of a little flower.

Yes. But it's the
only one of its kind
in the whole world.

We're going
to go on climbing.
(BOTH PANTING)

I say, Glendon !
What?

I can't move!
Something's holding
my feet!

Nonsense.
Lift them.
Come on.

(WOLF HOWLING)

Are you all right now?

I seem to be.

What was the matter?

I don't know.

It's the strangest feeling.
The sort you have in a dream.

Your feet won't move.

Don't let it get you,
old boy.

Autosuggestion, self-hypnosis,
the basis of all superstition.

(WOLF CONTINUES HOWLING)

(GROANING IN PAIN)

What happened?

Something. . .
Something struck me.

(WEREWOLF GROANING)

(PANTING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(ALARM BUZZING)

(CRACKLING)

Wilfred !

Wilfred,
what are you doing?

Wilfred?

Sorry, dear.
I lost all track of time.

Everybody's asking
for you.

I, uh. . .
I've been working
on an experiment.

What's the matter?
Is something wrong?
I mean, am I all right?

Dear old bear.

Nothing interests you
anymore...

Except your moldy
old secrets in there.

Not even your wife.

I promise you,
my darling,

that as soon as
I've completed
that experiment,

I'll try to be more. . .
Well, more human.

It isn't in you.

Ever since you came
back from Tibet,

I've had a feeling you were
planning to divorce me
and marry a laboratory.

I'll, uh...

I'll not only divorce you,
but I'll beat you as well

if ever again
you get me mixed up
in a mess like this.

Don't blame me.
Blame the Botanical Society.

I know, but I...

Great Scott.
Here comes Aunt Ettie.
Let's get out,

or she'll be battering
down the doors.

I'll have no secrets
in the entire world.

Wilfred, how sweet of you
to let us all in on you
today this way.

Can you really make
artificial moonlight?

I can't wait until I see
your new laboratory.

Deadline,
Aunt Ettie.

He won't even
let me go in there.

Oh, Chanel. Sweet.

But you look a bit down.
What's the matter, Lisa?

My, uh. . . My dear wife has
just been scolding me.

Yes, how you manage
to keep your dear wife
is a mystery to me.

Skirmishing off
the way you do.

Leaving her alone,
months on end.

Anyhow, I knew
the risk I took
when I married

one of the black Glendons
of Malvern.

Marrying any man
is risky.

Marrying a famous man
is kissing catastrophe.

Come on, Wilfred.
See you later,
Aunt Ettie.

Good heavens!
What is that
wicked thing doing?

Howard, it trapped that
poor, dear little fly.

It's going
to eat that poor,
dear little fly.

Oh ! Oh.

Oh ! How revolting.

Er, I wonder where is
that horrible
Madagascar plant?

The one that eats
mice and men.

Mice and spiders,
Miss Ettie.

It's over there.
Shall we take a look?

They'll be
feeding it soon.

No. I'll have
my own tea first.

I may lose it after
I've seen the thing,

but I shall have it anyway.

Oh. Please don't yank me,
Paul. It irritates me
to be yanked.

I'm sorry, Granny.

But I've just seen someone
I want to speak to.
There she is.

ETTIE: Alice, darling.
Oh, my dear,
how are you?

Do you know
Mr. Renwick?
How do you do?

Ah, Mister. . .
How do you do, Ames?

How do you do?

I must have
my tea, quick.

My tongue
is hanging out.

You do pick up
the oddest phrases,
don't you, Ettie?

I got that one
from your delightful
grandson here.

You take Lady Forsythe.
I'll take Captain...

Ames.
Of course.

I never knew anyone

who could scuttle
about as quickly
as Ettie Coombes can.

ETTIE: Lisa. Lisa!

Here's a young man
who says he used
to be a beau of yours.

Paul ! I read you were
in England.

I wondered if...

Oh, Lisa,
how great to see
you again. How great!

I simply adore to travel.
Simply adore it.

He used to be
a beau of hers.

I say, you've got
a lovely garden here.

Haven't we?

I simply jitter
to go to Java.
Simply jitter.

(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY) Yes.

"Simply jitter
to go to Java.

"I simply jitter
to go to Java."

Wilfred, I want you
to meet a very dear
friend of mine, Paul Ames.

How do you do, sir?
How do you do,
Dr. Glendon?

Mrs. Glendon and I
used to throw jam

in each other's hair
when we were kids

and sail off
the stable roof on
improvised parachutes.

I've heard about your
more recent exploits,
as everyone has.

My wife never told me
that she knew you.

We've known one
another for ages.

Oh. Yes, quite a time.

Oh, yes.
He proposed to her once.

When I was six,
and he was 12.

That was ages ago.

Are you planning
on staying
in England long?

No. I return
to California
on the fourth.

I've made
my home there.

How does it feel
to have a flying school
of one's very own?

To be able to hop across
from San Francisco
to Tokyo

in the twinkling
of an eye?

(LAUGHS) At this moment,
I ask nothing more
of life.

Really?

A very enchanting
mood to be in.

To ask nothing more
of life.

Are you in
that mood, Lisa?

Anyway, I'm in that mood.
All these lovely
flowers about.

Oh. How true.
Only God can make
a daffodil.

The poet said,
"Only God can make
a tree," Aunt Ettie.

Isn't it just
as difficult to make
a daffodil, Wilfred?

Much more so.

Here's a nice, fat frog
for you, my dear Carnelia.
Here we are.

(GASPS) Ettie Coombes,
what's happened?

A plant just ate
a frog.

A what?

A what?
Frog.

(CHUCKLES)

Heretic! Bringing
a beastly thing

like that into
Christian England.

Nature is very
tolerant, sir.
She has no creeds.

Quite so.

May I congratulate you, sir,

on the amazing
collection of plants
you've assembled here.

Thank you.

Evolution was in
a strange mood

when that creation
came along.

Yes, yes.

It makes one wonder

just where the plant
world leaves off

and the animal
world begins.

WILFRED: Have I
met you before, sir?

In Tibet, once.
But only for a moment...

In the dark.
In the dark?

Let me introduce
myself again.

I am Dr. Yogami.
How do you do, sir?

Like yourself, a student,
a nurturist of plants.

Dr. Yogami.

Pardon?

Do I understand you
to say, that we met
in Tibet?

Yes.

And unless I'm mistaken,
we were both on
a similar mission.

Yes?

Would it be intrusive
if I should ask you,

if you were successful?

In what?

In obtaining a specimen

of the Mariphasa
lumina lupina.

The phosphorescent
wolf flower.

Well, you know,

it blooms only under
the rays of the moon.

My specimens died
on the journey back.

As a scientist, sir,
as a botanist,

you actually believe
that this flower

takes its life
from moonlight?
I do.

So far I've been
unsuccessful

in persuading mine to
bloom by moonlight,

or any other
kind of light.

Er, let me see them.

I'm very sorry.
I'll have to ask you
to excuse me.

Er, may I go
along with you?

Lee!

You'll pardon me?
Of course.

No one's called
me Lee for years.

So what's happened
to you?

You were the gayest,
happiest creature
in the world once.

What's happened
to you?

I have
a toothache today.

I never seem
to be able to rise
above a toothache.

It makes me
want to howl,
break things,

pull noses,
tweak ears, screech.

Yes, you were always
a good screecher
as a child.

But I'll say
this for you,
you were truthful.

I'd hate to see
you turn into a liar.

Liar?

Yes, it isn't a toothache
that's troubling you today.

Won't you tell
an old pal how to help?

Mmm-hmm.
How?

Shut up.

I see.

It's been great
seeing you.

Now I'd better go
and find Wilfred.

He's probably looking
everywhere for me.

Lee, I can't bear to see
you change like this.

You, who used to rear
at the drop of a hat.

A wild pair we were,
weren't we?

High-headed,
hard at the bit,
quick with the heels.

How we used to fight.
Remember?

Yes. Where's all
that lovely fight gone?

There's been no fight
in me since the night
we broke things off.

This flower
is an antidote
for what?

Werewolfery.

Lycanthrophobia is
the medical term

for the affliction
I speak of.

And do you expect
me to believe that
a man so affected

actually becomes a wolf

under the influence
of the full moon?

No.

The werewolf is
neither man nor wolf,

but a satanic creature,
with the worst
qualities of both.

(CHUCKLING)

I'm afraid, sir,
that I gave up my belief

in goblins, witches,

personal devils,
and werewolves

at the age of six.

But that does not
alter the fact

that in workaday,
modern London today,

at this very moment,

there are two cases
of werewolfery
known to me.

And, uh, how did these
unfortunate gentlemen

contract this, uh,
medieval unpleasantness?

From the bite of
another werewolf.

These men are doomed
but for this flower,

the Mariphasa.

LISA: There you are,
Wilfred.

Your wife?

Yes.

This is my wife.
Dr. Yogami.

How do you do?
How do you do?

May I visit your
conservatories again
one day?

Of course, yes.

Thank you.

(CLOCK BELL TOLLS)

What a strange man.

Yes.

See, man. See!
See that moon vine.

That only blooms
at night.

If I've deceived
that vine, surely I can
deceive Mariphasa!

I don't know, sir.

I got a feeling
that Mariphasa ain't
a human plant, sir.

Not like this vine.

Look.

Look, man !

What did I tell you?

And these two buds
should bloom
before tonight.

Hawkins,
go and get your dinner.

Dinner, sir?

Go. Get out.
You make me nervous.

Don't stand there
staring at me all
solemn and owl-eyed.

Yes, sir. Certainly.

Of course, Mr. Plympton,
you being a mere
indoor person

has no idea of
the mysteries
of nature.

Most interesting,
what you've been
telling me, Mr. Hawkins.

Most interesting.

And so them rings
make moonlight, do they?

You have the idea,
Mr. Plympton,
in a manner of speaking.

Not that it's easy
to grasp.

But there's
a very scary thought,
if you come to consider it.

Yes? And what
might that be?

It don't leave nothing
for heaven to do.

Quite so.

If you please,
not on the glass,
thank you.

Now, perhaps,
you'll be good enough
to go and tell Dr. Glendon

the missus is hoping
he'll come in for tea.

Not a chance,
I assure you,
of his coming.

Not a chance,
Mr. Hawkins?

Not a chance,
Mr. Plympton.

Upstart.

Did you speak,
Mr. Hawkins?

I did, Mr. Plympton,
but not to you.

LISA: More tea,
anyone?
No, thanks.

No, thank you.
No, dear.

I have to be getting
back to London before
the evening traffic starts.

I'll never forgive you,
Lisa, if you don't come
to my party tonight. Oh.

Everyone in the world
will be there.

Definitely everyone
in the world.

I'd love to come,

but it's impossible
to get Wilfred
to go anywhere.

Oh. Forget Wilfred.

Why don't you
invite Paul to stay
on for dinner?

And let him
drive you into
town afterwards.

Yes, why don't you?
I do.

I stay.

(CHUCKLING)

Ettie, dear,
how did you find
your new home?

I happened on it
district visiting.

Come, darling.

Queen Elizabeth
stayed there one night.

It's right on the river,
in the midst of
the sweetest slums.

So individual.
Murderer's dens on one side,
pubs on the other.

Is your party buffet
or sit-down?

Buffet. The house is
too small for sit-down.

How I loathe buffets.

Last week
at Eva Trippet's,

I sat on a plate of salad,
and no one told me.

(DOG BARKING)
What's the matter
with you? Stop it.

PLYMPTON:
Dr. Yogami.
(DOG BARKING)

How do you do?

Is Dr. Glendon at home?

My husband is working
on an experiment.
He can't see anyone.

Perhaps I can
see him later?

I'm afraid not.

Lisa, who is this
interesting-looking man?

Introduce him to me
at once.

Dr. Yogami, my aunt,
Miss Coombes.

How do you do,
Dr. Yogami?
I noticed you

at the botanical garden party
here last week and
wondered who you were.

You must come
to my party tonight.

Just a free and easy musical
at my little bandbox
in the slums.

Thank you,
but I'm far too busy
a man for pleasure.

Nonsense. Very busy men
come to my parties.

Positively the busiest.

Lady Forsythe is
bringing her son.

Could you find
a busier man
in all London

than the Chief
of Scotland Yard?

ALICE:
Time to scuttle,
Ettie.

I must go. I'll see you
tonight, Dr. Yokohama.

(CLOCK BELL TOLLING)

(ALARM BUZZING)

Dr. Yogami,

didn't they tell you
that I wasn't
seeing anyone today?

I thought, perhaps,
you might see me.

Come another day,
please.

Another day
would be too late.

What will happen
before morning,
I cannot say.

Tonight is the first
night of the full moon.

Still harping on that
old wives' tale of yours, eh?

Would it were
an old wives' tale.

Exactly what do
you want of me?

Two blossoms of
the Mariphasa flower
in there,

would save
two souls tonight.
Tonight?

But I thought you said
the Mariphasa was a cure.

No. An antidote.

Effective only
for a few hours.

Won't you let me see
the results of
your experiment?

Sorry. When my
experiments are completed,

I will show the results
to the entire world.

Not before.

Now, sir, I must
wish you good day.

Then there is nothing
more to be said?

Nothing.

Good day.

But remember this,
Dr. Glendon.

The werewolf instinctively
seeks to kill

the thing it loves best.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Come in.

We're leaving
now, Wilfred.
We?

Yes, I know it's
a little early,

but Paul wants to stop
at his flat and change.

Had you, uh...

Had you planned
on getting home?

Naturally, I shall
get Lee back.

Yes, of course.
Thank you.

Darling, won't you
change your mind
and come with us?

I. . . I listened to all
the childhood memories

I care to hear
for one night.
Wilfred...

Run along, dear.
Run along
and enjoy yourself.

I want you to see
what I've done

with that brocade
you brought me.

Put off those
beastly lights,
I tell you !

Wilfred,
what on earth's
the matter?

Sorry, darling. I. . .
I've been putting some
medicine in my eyes

and the lights
hurt them.

I just wanted you
to see my coat.

Some other time,
please.

Good night,
Wilfred.
Good night.

Good night,
Dr. Glendon.

Good night, sir.

Lisa.

Lisa.

Good night,
my darling.

(CLOCK BELL TOLLING)

(SNARLING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(GROWLING)

(SINGING) Scenes that
are brightest

May charm

Awhile

(SHUSHING)
Hearts which
are brightest

And eyes that smile

Lisa! Get off
my train !

I hate it when
I step on a train.
(SHUSHING)

I shall take you
home in a minute.

Ah ! Alice, my dear.

Oh, my dear.

How amazing of you
to succeed in
bringing your son.

She's singing Scenes
That Are Brightest.

She sings
Botticelli divinely.
(CHUCKLES)

One doesn't
sing Botticelli.
One paints him.

Oh, yes. I forgot
for the moment.

Oh ! Lisa, dear. Charming.
Paul, so good of you.

Ah !

You two deep men
should know each other.

Colonel Forsythe,
this is Dr. Yokohama.

We've met somewhere.

Yes.

Don't you just
love moonlight,
Dr. Yokohama?

Makes everything
so peaceful.

Isn't it romantic
to have the Thames

lapping at your
very threshold?

Sings me to sleep
every night, positively.

That's the worst
district in London
over there.

Knife you for
a shilling, positively.

But what difference?

I always say,
everything is fate.

Don't you agree
with me?

(WEREWOLF HOWLING)

What's that?

A lost soul perhaps.

(HOWLING CONTINUES)

(WHIMPERING)

Let's go in.

(ETTIE LAUGHING)

What is it, Hugh?

Just a dog,
out for a little
or no good.

It isn't a dog.
It's a lost soul.

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

I think we'd better
get her upstairs, don't you?

My aunt is feeling
a little ill, Dr. Yogami.

You know,
you're a naughty girl.

Ettie Coombes,
what's the matter with you?

One shouldn't drink
at one's own parties.

But I get so nervous,
I get so nervous,
I get so nervous.

Ettie Coombes, you should
go on the water wagon.

Now, you come
along to bed.

Don't worry.
You'll be perfectly
all right in the morning.

I'm so nervous.
I want to lie down.

(CHUCKLES)
There's nothing
to be nervous about.

LISA: Here we are.

Get to bed. You'll be
all right in the morning.

ETTIE: I've been
so frightened.

LISA: Open the window,
will you, Paul?

Yes, of course I will.
Air will do her good.

Do you know she's
nearly asleep now?

Come on. Let's go.

(HOWLING)

What's that horrible sound?
What is it?

Well, if I were back
on the ranch,

I'd say it was a coyote
with a bad dream.

But in London,
I don't know.

(HOWLING)

Can't tell me
that's a dog.

You are quite right.
It isn't a dog.

I say,
you're trembling.

(PANTING)

(SCREAMING)

PAUL: All right, I'll go.

Don't go up there,
Mrs. Glendon.

Don't let any of the women
come upstairs.

Now, please. Just a moment.
If you'll all stand back.

(ETTIE CONTINUES SCREAMING)

PAUL: What's the matter
in here?

What's wrong?
(SOBBING)

The devil's been here.
He had green eyes.

He clawed at me.
He was covered with hair.

There, there. You've had
a bad nightmare, that's all.

If anyone dares to tell me
I've been dreaming...

I shan't answer
for the consequences.

Nobody will.

Come along.

You'll be much better
if you sit down.

You sit down here.
You'll be all right.

(LISA SHUSHING)

My wicked worldliness
has caught up with me at last.

The Babu of Goroka
always said it would.

There. Never mind.

I'm not here in my
official capacity,

but I think I can
say with conviction

that no devil or
any man has come
through this window tonight.

Yes. I think our hostess
has been mixing her drinks.

(CHUCKLES) That's a very
excellent deduction.

A horrible feeling.
I've been like it myself.

We all do it at times.

It's getting quite late.
The party must be over.

Shall we just have one
before we go?
I'll have one.

Lee, I'll wait for you.
All right.

PAUL: Can I drop you anywhere?

(WEREWOLF GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

Anything else, sir?
Nothing.

This little flower looks
to have slipped off
and died on its own.

Whatever is it, sir?
I've never seen
nothing like it.

Let that flower alone!

Oh, I meant
no harm, sir.

It's only that I'm
so fond of flowers,

my fingers always
want to touch them.

I'm sorry, Millie.

Here. Take these
and buy yourself

a pot of primroses
or something.

Thank you, sir.

Go on, Jenkins.
You heard the cries

and you ran off
in the direction

from which they
appeared to come.

Yes, sir.
And bloodcurdling they was.

I took off as fast
as anybody could

that was suffering
from broken arches.

Broken arches acquired
in the line of duty, sir.

It was some minutes
before you located
the fatality?

Good morning.
I'm afraid I'm a little early.

Oh, no.
Have you seen the papers?
No, I haven't.

Just read this.

Go on, Jenkins.

At Goose Lane,
me arches crack,
and I come a cropper.

Go on, go on.
Then I see what I see.

My stomach takes such a turn,
my arches crack again.

Goose Lane.

This thing must have happened
near Miss Ettie's house.

FORSYTHE: Yes, quite near.

It seems there were wounds
on the girl's throat

a wild animal might have made.

Well,
if that wasn't a wolf I heard
baying last night, I'm crazy.

You know,
our dear Aunt Ettie

may not have mixed her drinks
as badly as we thought.

In view of this occurrence

I'm inclined to wonder myself
whether there's
any connection.

But whatever Miss Coombes saw,
it wasn't a wolf. (CHUCKLES)

No, no. Not in London.
You may be sure of that.

I see I can't help you.

But I've only one other
brilliant suggestion to make.

How about a werewolf then?

This is Scotland Yard, my boy,
not Grimm's Fairy Tales.

"There are more
things in heaven
and Earth, Horatio." You know.

It's a funny thing.
When I was flying
in Yucatán last year,

the authorities
went cuckoo over. . .
Who?

Huh? Oh, I beg
your pardon, sir.

I mean, the authorities
were gravely concerned. . .
Oh.

...with a series of murders,
not unlike this one

and they were always preceded
by the howling of a wolf.

And then one night,

they shot something
slinking through the hills

and the murders ceased.

They said
it was a werewolf.
Who were they?

All right, all right.

But if any more
of your citizens
are found stark and cold,

just remember,
nephew warned you.
(LAUGHS)

I think I might
be able to persuade
Wilfred to go, too. Yes.

Anyhow I'll expect you, Paul.

Dinner at 8:00. Goodbye.

Good morning,
Wilfred.
Good morning, dear.

LISA: I've just been
talking to Paul.

He suggests that we all go
for a moonlight ride tonight.

I'm sorry.
I can't go.

There's something
wrong, darling.
Very, very wrong.

Why do you say that?

Won't you tell me
what it is?

Nothing.
I shall be all right.

Oh, I wish we could burn
that wretched laboratory

and everything in it.

Darling, you're not happy.

I know when you used to work,

you were single-tracked
and absorbed.

But you were thrilled,
excited.

Now there's something
about you that frightens me.

Lisa,
you mustn't say such things.

You're
short-tempered with me now.
You never used to be.

You seem to have found
someone sufficiently pleasant

to make up for it.

You're being
utterly hateful, Wilfred

I'm sorry.

I...

Just bear with me
a little while longer.

You really want me
to go on that ride tonight?

If you only knew how much.

All right, then. I'll go.

I do love you, Lisa.
You know that, don't you?

Hawkins. Hawkins.

Yes, sir.
Coming, sir.

You, uh. . .
You called, sir?

Hawkins, I've got
to get away for tonight.

I want you
to watch over things
very carefully.

Yes, sir. I promise you,
no more flowers
will be stolen.

That I can and
will promise you, sir.

But this bud, sir.

The moon lamp, it don't seem
to bring it out, does it?

No.

Well, sir,
the real moon will be out
in a couple of hours.

Maybe that'll bring
it out all right, sir.

That'll be too late, Hawkins.

That'll be too late.

I want you to keep
the moon ray going.

HAWKINS: Yes, sir.
Certainly, sir.

Wilfred, we'll have to hurry

if we want to see the moon
rise over the Downs.

I can't go.

I've got to get down
to Leicestershire
for a few days to see Bransby.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

I've just had
a wire from him

about a shipment
of bulbs from Burma.

Can't you put it
off until tomorrow,
and ride tonight?

I can't. And you're
not to go riding, either.

What?

I forbid it,
do you hear?
Forbid it?

I can't have my wife
gallivanting around
the country

in the moonlight,
with a total stranger.

Hardly that, Dr. Glendon.

I planned to ride, Wilfred,
and I intend to ride.

Very well. If you must.

Then promise me
that you'll get back
before the moon rises.

Promise me that.

I'll promise you
nothing of the sort.

I shall ride tonight,
tomorrow night,
the next night...

In fact, every night
there's a moon. Come, Paul.

Lisa, don't go.
Of course I'm going.

(LIVELY TUNE PLAYING ON PIANO)

Here's to you,
Mrs. Moncaster.

And here's to you,
Mrs. Whack.

(SIGHS)

That's the first
I've had today.

How's your son, dearie?

Oh, he's doing splendid.

Did I tell you
he was a foreman
in a pants factory?

No.
Yes.

And the warden says
he's the best prisoner
he's ever had

in the penitentiary.

I always knew that boy
would amount to something.

Is your tripe tough,
Mrs. Moncaster?

Not at all.
Mine is.

It ain't tripe you're eating.
It's your veil.

Oh, Lord.

I want two gins
for two ladies.

Two ladies?
Two ladies.

Where's the other lady?

Man, what's the matter
with your sight? (LAUGHS)

I'm the both of them.
(LAUGHS)

I beg your pardon.

Could you tell me of anyone
in this neighborhood

with rooms to let?

Try Mrs. Moncaster in there,

the lady with the feathers,
eating the plate of tripe.

Thank you.

He seems to have
a secret sorrow. (LAUGHS)

Which one of you
ladies has rooms?

I have. And most reasonable.

Three shillings a week
for a gentleman.

And the rooms
is splendid.

Don't you pay any attention
to the lying old hypocrite,
sir.

Now, my rooms is...

That's my dearest friend,
Mrs. Whack.

But she don't understand
the ethics of business.

Now, are your intentions
by the night or by the week?

I'll take the room
by the week.

Oh, then this way, sir.

It's just across the court.
Right here. This way.

If you'll follow me, sir.

Oh, it's going to be
a fine night after all.

I do hate taking my plumes
out in the wet.

Are you a single
gentleman, sir?

Singularly single, madam.

More single
than I ever realized

is possible
for a human being to be.

You don't say.

What would you say,
if I were to tell you
that it was possible

for a man to turn
into a werewolf?

I'd say I was
Little Red Riding Hood.
(LAUGHS)

There's my gilt and
splendid parlor, sir.

You're single,
and I'm single.

Ain't that a coincidence?

Ten years I was married
to Moncaster.
Ain't seen him in 20.

He run away to Australia.

Oh, what a man he was.

Used to come home
from his work all portered up,

hit the baby with the plate,
throw the gravy in the grate,

spear the canary with a fork.

And then with his
heavy hobnail boots,

black-and-blue me
from head to foot

and all because I forgot
to have crackling on the pork.

Here's your room, sir.

Don't let this happen to me.

Father in Heaven,
don't let this happen
to me again.

If it must happen,
keep me here.

Keep me away from Lisa.

Keep me away from
the thing I love.

(WEREWOLF HOWLING)

(CRASHING)

Mrs. Moncaster.
(GASPS)

Oh, you poor dear.

Oh, I'm sorry I hit you,
Mrs. Whack.

Say no more about that,
Mrs. Moncaster.

What's going on here?

He grips me, swipes me,
swats me one
in the breadbasket

and slams the door in me face.
Do you call that a gentleman?

I thought perhaps
you might want some help.

That's why I come in.

Strange noises
have been coming
from his room, Mrs. Whack.

(SOBS) I don't know what
I've let myself in for.

I'd use me passkey
and have a look.

Take a peek through
the keyhole first.

(THUMPS)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(WOLF HOWLING)

Where have you been?

I've been waiting
more than quarter of an hour

for you to open the gate.

ALF: Them wolves have been
acting queerly all night.

Hear them?
Wolves is nothing to me.

Give me a nice kiss, Alf.

(GRUNTS)

I hadn't ought to do this.

Me with a wife and kids.

But you don't love your wife
and your kids. You love me.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(WOLF HOWLING)

Them blasted wolves.
What's the matter
with them tonight?

Oh, what a fool you are.

A young fellow like you,

tied to a white-faced,
whimpering, scarecrow
of a woman.

But you're going to leave her
and come with me, ain't you?

Maybe.

(WOLF HOWLS)

Wait a minute.
I've got to see
what's happening.

(GROWLING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Why, Mrs. Whack,
what keeps you up so late?

I felt I couldn't
go to bed, angel,

without coming back
to see how you was.

I ain't exactly bubbling.

Is he back?
Vanished as if
he was air.

(LAUGHS)

He must have been a hairy man.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I suppose you
don't happen to have
a nip about you anywhere.

No. Ain't it unfortunate?

(WEREWOLF HOWLING)

He's back.

How did he get in?
I been sitting here
all night.

Better go up and see
what he's about now.

Put your eye to the keyhole.

And you keep
off my jaw, Mrs. Whack.

Why, Mrs...

(SCREAMS)

Mrs. Whack.

MRS. WHACK: What is it?

Oh, come up here.

Look.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)
Oh !

Pull yourself together.
Come on.

Oh, I wonder if you
saw what I saw,

or if I saw
what you saw. Oh.

And I better run
for the police.

No. We've seen something
better left unsaid
to the police.

They might say
we've been drinking.

Oh, maybe we have.
Huh?

By any chance,
did you find a bottle?

No, my love.
Oh.

But if I saw what
I thought I saw,

I've had my last bottle.
Oh.

And it had better
be the same with you.
Oh.

Now, I'm speaking to you
as a sister to a sister.

That's right.
Now, that's. . .
(SOBBING)

(HOWLING)
(SCREAMING)

(GLASS BREAKS)
Oh, oh, oh.

(INDISTINCT)

Let's get inside.

Shut it out.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Oh, sorry, Tom.

Nice doings at the zoo.
What does The Herald say?

Usual thing,
"What's the matter
with Scotland Yard?"

What do
the papers think we are?
The eyes that see all?

Old Forsythe's
bobbing up and down

like a balloon
that can't land.

FORSYTHE: And, Evans.
Uh, yes, sir.

Remember, if I don't
get a definite report

on both these atrocities
by 6:00 tonight,

I promise you,
you'll all be seeking

new professions
by tomorrow morning.

Good day.
Good day, sir.

(INAUDIBLE CHUCKLE)

Uncle, this is Dr. Yogami
of the University
of Carpathia.

Yes. Won't you sit down?
Thank you.

Ever since the other night,
I've been wondering
where I met you.

I called on you
seven years ago

to enlist the resources
of Scotland Yard

for an unfortunate
mortal afflicted
with lycanthrophobia.

Oh, yes. I recall it.

You thought I was mad.

What can we
do for you now?

Your department is trying
to solve two murders.

There will be
other murders tonight,
and tomorrow night.

Also next month,
when the moon is full again.

Unless you realize, sir,
there is a werewolf
abroad in London.

Yes, my nephew
has similar ideas.

What do you want
us to do about it?

You must seize
the only specimen

of the Mariphasa
plant in England.

And where shall
I get this posy?

In the private laboratory
of Dr. Wilfred Glendon.

That flower is the only known
antidote for werewolfery.

Yes, a very
interesting folktale,

but of no value to the police.

I warn you, sir,

unless you secure this plant

and discover the secret
of nurturing it
in this country,

there'll be an epidemic

that will turn London
into a shambles.

We'll take precautions
for the protection of London.

There is a wolf
wandering about,
but not the supernatural one.

That, I think,
disposes of our murders.

But that wolf
escaped last night.

That wolf will be captured.

But the murder in Goose Lane
was two nights ago.

Do not worry about
the animal from the zoo.

Whether you catch it or not,
will not matter much...

Tonight.

Why, sir, you give
me quite a start, sir.

That one bud, sir,
it seems rather stubborn.

It doesn't seem
to want to come out,
does it, sir?

I'm afraid it's
no use, Hawkins.

It will only need
another night.

Another night?

Why, sir...

You look as if it was
a matter of life
and death, sir.

Perhaps we can
speed it up, sir.

At least we can try,
can't we?

You never fail me,
do you, Hawkins?
No, sir.

Listen. I haven't been here.

You haven't seen me.

Why, of course not, sir.

I've got to get away.
Immediately.

I can't stay here.

I can't stay here
with this stubborn Mariphasa.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CAR ENGINE REVVS)

Why, Mr. Glendon,
whatever brings you here?

I'm spending
the night here.
Oh, I am glad, sir.

And my wife will
be happy to cook
one more supper for you, sir.

I don't want anyone
to know that I'm here.

Not even Mrs. Timothy.

I want to be alone.
I want to get away
from Glendon Manor,

away from my work,
away from people.
I want to be alone and think.

You've often wanted
to be alone and think,

haven't you, Timothy?

Yes, sir,
but Mrs. Timothy will
be awful disappointed, sir.

You know, she's always talking
about the old days

when Miss Lisa's mother
and father was alive

and you would
come courting here.

(DOG BARKS)
Hello, old fellow.

You remember me,
don't you?

He seems glad
to see me, Timothy.

Yes. Beans remembers
the old days, too, sir.

Timothy, do you know
where I'm going
to spend the night?

I was thinking of airing out
the best room in
the west wing, sir.

No, don't do that.
I'm going to the Monk's Rest.

You can't do that, sir.
Why, it ain't been open
for years.

Nevertheless,
that's where I'm going
to spend the night.

You see, Miss Lisa and I,
we miss the old times, too.

Thank you, Timothy.

Why, there ain't even
a bed, sir.

I shan't need
a bed, Timothy.

You'll be cold,
I'm afraid, sir.

If I am,
I shall build a fire.

Here's the key, sir.

Lock me in, Timothy.
Pardon, sir?

Lock me in.
Don't open that door
before sunrise.

Even if I call,
pay no attention to it.

Keep that door
locked till dawn.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

There it is, Paul.
You can just see it
through the trees.

Dear old Falden.

I couldn't go back to America
without one look at it.

Let's get out
of the car here and walk.

All right.

Oh, Lee,
I can't tell you how strange
it seems coming back here

after all these years.

This is where we used to hunt
for birds' eggs. Remember?

And this is where
I proposed to you.
Do you remember that?

(LAUGHS)

And then
a bumblebee stung you.
Oh, how funny you looked.

Oh, my dear,
I can't tell you how good
it is to hear you laugh again.

Lee, I love you so much.

Always have, always will.

Don't say that, Paul.
You promised you wouldn't.

We've been through it
all before. It's no use.

PAUL: But you're horribly,
miserably unhappy.

Anyone can see that.

It's you who are making
me unhappy, Paul.

Lee...

Couldn't you care
for me again?

Couldn't you?

I wouldn't tell you
if I could.

I don't know why, Lee,

but I'm frightened for you.
Terribly frightened.

Don't be silly.

I can still beat you
to the Monk's Tower.

It's on. I'll give you
a 10-yard start. Off you go.

Six, seven,
eight, nine, 10.

(PANTING)

LISA: I've won !

(SCREAMING)

(PAUL SHOUTS)

(WEREWOLF GROWLING)

So you've seen
this monster before?

Yes. There was something
grotesquely familiar about it.

Then it suddenly struck me.
It was Wilfred Glendon.

Paul, pull yourself together.

Do you realize
what you're accusing
Glendon of?

A man I've known
all his life.

I repeat, sir. I fought
with Wilfred Glendon,
a werewolf.

Where is Mrs. Glendon now?

At home,
her doors and windows locked.
Miss Coombes is with her.

They promised me
they wouldn't leave
that room until I got back.

Very well.
I'll go to Glendon Manor
in my official capacity.

Good.
But I'm going to form
my own conclusions

from what I see
and hear.
All right, sir.

We've just
found another victim
of this monstrous murderer,

a chambermaid at
the Bedlington Hotel

killed some time
last night.
Very well. I'll be over.

There you are.
There's your werewolf for you.

Unless it had
seven-league boots,

it couldn't get
to the Bedlington Hotel

150 miles from Falden Abbey.

I'll tell you what.
We'll go to the hotel

and after that, if necessary,
we'll go to Glendon Manor.

I think it'll be necessary.

Usual thing.
The place smelled
like a kennel when we came in.

(SNIFFING)
You can still notice it.

Who occupied the room?

The guest's name
was a Dr. Yogami, sir.

Oh.

Ah, he same kind
of lacerations, huh?
DETECTIVE: Exactly, sir.

Mmm-hmm. Yeah.

Look, sir. I just found these
in the wastepaper basket.

I've never seen
a flower like it before,
have you?

No.

Yogami spoke
of some rare plant
that Glendon had.

This must be it.

Buck up, my boy.
You're not such a fool.

We'll drive down
to Glendon Manor at once.

Right. I'll get my hat.

Dr. Glendon is not
at home, sir.

Was he here last night?
I think not, sir.

Have you heard
from Dr. Glendon?

No, we haven't heard
a word from Dr. Glendon.

Has Hawkins seen him?

No. He is not
in the laboratory.

Are you all right, Lisa?

Yes. I'm all right, Paul.
Don't worry.

Keep your door locked.

No report from
the East End, sir.

No report from
Yogami's apartment, sir.

We've heard nothing
of Dr. Yogami.

Three men at Glendon's. Yes.

No, we're not afraid.

Glendon has not passed
through Richmond.

Glendon has not passed
through Richmond.

Headquarters.

No station reports
any trace of Dr. Glendon.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(PANTING)

Dr. Glendon !
Quiet. Help me up.

The police have been searching
everywhere for you.

I know. The Mariphasa,
has it bloomed yet?

No, but I think it's going
to bloom.

That'll be all, Hawkins.
You needn't mention
you've seen me.

No, sir.
Of course not.

(GASPS)

Yogami ! You brought this on me

that night in Tibet.

I'm sorry I can't share
this with you.

(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(GRUNTING)

Relax, Lisa. Relax.

(GRUNTING CONTINUES)

(WEREWOLF HOWLING)

(GASPS)

Quick. Colonel Forsythe.

Colonel Forsythe has left
for Glendon Manor, madam.

(SIRENS BLARING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PANTING)

(GLASS BREAKS)

(CAR HORN HONKS)

(GRUNTS)

(DOOR RATTLING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(WINDOW PANE SHATTERING)

It's Lisa. Don't you know me?

Wilfred !

(GUNSHOT)

(THUDS)

Thanks...

Thanks for the bullet.

It was the only way.

In a few moments now,

I shall know why all
of this had to be.

Lisa, goodbye.

Goodbye, Lisa.

I'm sorry...

I couldn't have
made you happier.

(GASPS)

In my report,
I shall say

that I shot him by accident

while he was trying
to protect his wife.