All language subtitles for She Wolf of London (1990) - S01E17 - Bride of the Wolfman.eng

IAN: Tonight,
on Love and Curses.

One last matinee,
what a great surprise.

RANDl: But he looks so pale. So do you.

IAN: Well, what do you expect?
We're in black-and-white.

Lan, what happened?
Where are we?

I think you just
became a star.

You mean, you honestly think we've
been sucked into a monster movie?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)
I hope it's a good one.

I hope we're
not the victims.

Clearly we are actual
characters in this movie.

But are we
acting out parts

or are we behaving
of our own free will?

(MONSTER GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(DOOR OPENING)

(EXHALES)

Santa Monica Beach to
Topanga Canyon and back.

Uh-huh.

I can see you're impressed.
I'd like to see you run

11 miles in
under 50 minutes.

Uh-huh. Listen, can
you hand me the salt?

Actually, I'd just like to
see you get off that couch.

Can't today.
It's the marathon.

Funny, I thought the LA
Marathon involved some movement.

Not the LA Marathon.
The monster marathon.

Channel 13 is running all
my favorite monster movies.

Frankenstein. House of
Frankenstein. Son of Frankenstein.

Wife of Frankenstein.
Bride of Frankenstein.

What? No vampires?

Oh, yeah. There's
Dracula. Son of Dracula.

I get the picture.

I just can't understand how you can
stay inside on such a beautiful day.

I know. It's tough. Listen, can you
melt me some butter while you're up?

Hey! I was watching that!

I know you were,
for the past six hours.

I think it's time
for a change.

What kind of a change?

We're going
sightseeing.

Sightseeing? Listen,
I'm seeing plenty of sights.

I'm seeing Carpathia,
Transylvania, Potsylvania...

And we're going as soon
as I've had a shower.

Oh, joy, sightseeing.
No thanks.

RANDl: When you said we were going
sightseeing, this isn't exactly what I expected.

Disappointed?

No, I'm thrilled.

Breaking and entering are
two of my favorite things.

After you.

Next time
we'll knock over a bank.

Nah, the Granada's perfect.

You know, I don't know
if I ever mentioned it,

but I practically
grew up in this old theater.

Every Saturday afternoon, until I hit
puberty and then it was every Friday night.

This is where you had your first kiss?
Where you threw up your first beer?

Where you sat through 15
screenings of the Blue Lagoon,

and you cried every time.

Yes, well,
maybe I did mention it.

I thought you just wanted to
see the Granada, one last time.

Before it became
another mini-mall.

You were right.

I just can't believe they're gonna
tear down this beautiful theater

for another Burger Pan.

There are some gentlemen outside with
dynamite who'll be glad to convince you.

In another hour, the Granada Theater
will be just another fond memory.

Goodbye, Granada.

(CURTAINS DRAWING)

You didn't.

No, I didn't.

One last matinee,
what a great surprise.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Yes, what a surprise.
Let's go.

What do you mean? The movie's just
starting. It's the Bride of the Wolfman.

What's wrong?

I didn't hire
a projectionist.

Anybody there?

Anybody in there?

Damn kids.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Lan, what happened?
Where are we?

I think you just
became a star.

You mean we're in the Bride of
the Wolfman? That's impossible!

Since you became a werewolf,
and we began looking for a cure,

I've realized
nothing is impossible.

You mean, you honestly think we've
been sucked into a monster movie?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)
I hope it's a good one.

I hope we're
not the victims.

Good evening, Doctor.
We've been expecting you.

Do come in.

That is Neville Gleason, he's
been in a hundred of these movies!

Lucky Neville.

Last time I saw him, he
was in Love, American Style.

It was called "Love and the Ugly
Servant Who Drags His Club Foot."

Clearly a man
of many talents.

But he looks so pale.
So do you.

Well, what do you expect?
We're in black-and-white.

(DOOR CREAKING)

I trust your trip was
pleasant, Dr. Hapgood.

The name is Matheson.
Lan Matheson.

Whatever you wish,
Dr. Hapgood.

May I take your coat,
Mrs. Hapgood?

They're not staying, Boris. Go
now, this is no place for you to be.

She's absolutely right.
Which way to the theater?

But Dr. Pretorius
was very explicit.

Dr. Pretorius can
get along without them.

You are in terrible danger.
Leave now, while you still can.

Dr. Hapgood. I'm so
very glad to see you.

Welcome.
I am Dr. Pretorius.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Oops, wrong house. We're
looking for Dr. Seuss.

I'm so sorry to have troubled you
all. Come on, let's get out of here.

I have waited a long time
for this moment.

(CHUCKLES) Oh.

Come, join us for a glass
of our finest brandy.

Good idea.

Are you crazy?
That is Lucas Nigel.

He only plays psychopathic
killers and mad scientists!

Maybe he's been
cast against type.

I'm so glad you consented to come all
this way to assist me in my experiments.

Perhaps I was wrong.

What do you want
with us?

From you, dear lady,
only your charm and beauty.

But from you, Doctor,
I expect so much more.

Actually,
I don't know anything.

Don't be modest. Your pioneering
work into the electrical nature

of the human nervous system will prove
invaluable to my continuing research.

You must be tired,
it's getting near nightfall.

I'll have Boris secure
your rooms in town.

Nonsense.
They will stay here.

I'm sure Dr. Hapgood is
anxious to begin his work.

Actually, the doctor is rather
anxious for another cognac.

What he's saying is that he
wouldn't dream of imposing.

You see,
we have a plane to catch.

A what?

They could come back in the morning
when they are fresh and rested.

They have come
a long way to be here.

Clearly Mrs. Hapgood
is weary from her travels.

Come this way, Doctor. There's
so much I want to show you.

(WHISPERING)
She's absolutely right.

We can't stay here,
it's not safe.

We have to get out of here
before the mad scientist kills us,

or some monster
eats us and...

I agree. And I have a plan.
If I humor the good doctor,

he will no doubt tell me his evil
plot and, perhaps, reveal a way out.

In the meantime, it's not often
you get the chance to sample

a 1893 VSOP cognac.

May I show you
to your chambers?

If you need anything,
just ring.

(PEOPLE WHISPERING)

Have they gone? Oh, Lord,
tell me they've gone.

They have not.
They will not.

Then they will die.

Die?

You mustn't talk like that.

Don't you realize the
danger they are in?

Why didn't you warn them?
I told you to warn them!

I tried.
They wouldn't listen.

Then they've already fallen
under his spell. Just as we did.

It seems so long ago.

Do you remember how it
was between us, Lizzie?

Do you remember the tender
days, the quiet nights,

the soft, gentle rains?

Do you remember the joy
we felt just to be...

(COUGHING)

Alive?

Who writes this stuff?

We'll have those days again.
I promise.

Promises!
Like his promises?

He promised I would
never kill again!

How many have died since
he made that promise?

How many will die tonight
because of Dr. Pretorius?

It was just the wind.

(COUGHING)

Forgive Elizabeth,
she's a bit overwrought.

It's going around
these days.

She's very protective of her
fiancé, Thomas. He is a poet.

And I'm his patron. They're staying
here while he completes his work.

Poor man, he's something
of a tortured soul.

In a sense,
we're kindred spirits.

How strange.

You'd think the festive atmosphere
around here would brighten his mood.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Lan?

Lan?

(GASPS)

This wing is
forbidden to guests.

Please return
to your quarters.

I was just looking
for some popcorn.

Can't enjoy a good movie
without popcorn, I always say.

Why don't I just
try the lobby?

Say, you don't know where the
lobby is, by any chance, do you?

This wing is
forbidden to guests.

Please return
to your quarters.

Right. Why don't I just head
back to my quarters for a while?

Sorry.

My laboratory.

(ELECTRICITY HUMMING)

This is absolutely
fascinating.

Tell me, Dr. Pretorius.

What exactly is it
you do here?

What all scientists do,
Doctor.

Explore beyond the
boundaries of knowledge.

Here, we shall probe the
mysteries of life and afterlife.

With your help, I shall make the distinction
between life and death meaningless.

What fun.
Where do we start?

What is life?

Indeed.

Merely body and soul.

The flesh, I have.

Give me 50,000 volts, and I will
have a soul. I will have created life.

(WORKERS CHATTERING)

That the last charge?

Great. Wire those suckers
up and let's get out of here.

Wait a minute.

Are you sure there's
nobody else in that theater?

Look, even the cockroaches
have left, okay?

All right, nail it up.

Okay, boys.
Clear the area.

This dump is coming
down in 30 minutes.

(WIND GUSTING)

What is life without
consciousness, without intelligence?

Network television?

What is the body, if not a
vessel to serve the brain?

Selecting the brain
was my most arduous task.

Do I choose a brain that can grasp
the complexities of existence,

appreciate the pleasures
of literature?

Express the nuances
of human emotion?

Or do I choose
single-minded obedience?

My guess is he'll fetch.

(LAUGHING)

Very good, Doctor.
You're a strange man,

yet you are as intuitive and
wise as your reputation suggests.

I look forward to seeing how
you will achieve compatibility

between the brain and the body by
calibrating the electrical impulses

of the human nervous system.

So do I.

Get rested. In a few hours
we embark on a great journey.

I can't wait to go.

Come along, Master Thomas.
The hour grows late.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

It's time for you
to write.

Woe is the night, black.

Woe is the soul, black.

Woe is me.

What a lovely thought.

Well?

Dr. Pretorius is
a mad scientist.

Really? And he
hides it so well.

What are you doing?

Seeing what
Dr. Hapgood packs.

What? No change of clothes?

Lan, we're in a movie.
That's a prop suitcase.

How disillusioning.

Clearly we are actual
characters in this movie.

But are we
acting out parts

or are we behaving
of our own free will?

And why are we
here at all?

I don't care. I just
wanna get out of here.

Have you ever
heard of this movie?

No. But that woman,
Elizabeth, looks very familiar.

You see, it would help if we knew
what was going to happen next.

We're in a monster movie. So
the odds are we get killed.

Then we'd better find a
way out before that happens.

And before this theater
is demolished.

Oh, God!
I forgot about that.

Do you think this
leads to the lobby?

There's one way
to find out.

You know, I've never
seen this film before,

I'm sure of it, but it
does seem very familiar.

Having lived it for a few reels, I
don't think you've missed anything.

(DOOR OPENING)

(WHISPERING) I wonder
what's behind that door.

Maybe it leads
to the way out.

Or it could be a hole
that leads right into

the open, slobbering
jaws of a giant tarantula

that's been mutated
by gamma radiation.

I think you've been
watching too many movies.

Let's try this.

There we go.

Oh, excuse us. We thought
this was the bathroom.

Nothing like a good brush and
floss before going to sleep.

It's you.

How's the poetry going?

(GROANING)

Gimme a break.

(GROANS)

Have you ever seen
such a phony wolfman?

It feels very
realistic to me.

Oh, my gosh!

Where are the keys?

The keys?

He is not a convincing
werewolf. He ought to see me.

I hope he doesn't
get the opportunity.

Maybe he will.
It's a full moon.

It's a fake.

Oh.

Well, if it's a fake moon, maybe
it's a fake fall off a fake cliff.

It better be.

(GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

(GRUNTING)

So what did you think
of the Bride of the Wolfman?

Painful.
Oh, my gosh!

Come on, let's go.

Help!

There's people in here,
let us out!

Hey, pal, get those
charges wired.

I wanna get home in time for the
game. It starts in 20 minutes.

No problem.
You'll be home in 10.

Music to my ears.

The boss is
gonna love this.

I got a feeling this baby's gonna
fall down and go boom real good.

Hello! Help! Please don't blow us up!

You know, I think it's time
we complained to the manager.

Can I help you?

(SIGHING) Thank God.
A real live person.

Hi.

Hey, it's you!

(CHUCKLES)
Well, hello there.

I'm a big fan of yours.

(LAUGHS) We can sign autographs
later. How do we get out of here?

I'm Oscar.

And I'm afraid there's no
way out of this theater.

(CHUCKLES)

Wasn't there just
a guy standing there?

He disappeared into oblivion.

And in few minutes,
when the dynamite goes off,

I think we're gonna
be joining him.

Want some
popcorn kernels?

They're old,
but they're good.

If you'll just show us to
the exit, we'll be on our way.

You're leaving so soon?

The movie isn't over yet.

Well, it is for us.

You're kidding.

You'll miss the best part.

Oh? What happens next?

Beats me. But I can't wait to find out.

What do you two
have in mind?

I'm confused.

It's a good thing you
aren't hungry. Well, come on.

If you're not going to eat,
we'll start that movie again.

Oh, say!

I gotta tell you.
You guys are terrific.

Yeah, well, we're very fond of you, too,

but what we wanna do
is get out of here.

No, I really mean it.

You should see yourselves up
there in that silver screen.

Magic!

You make a great team,
and I've seen them all.

Tracy and Hepburn,
Gable and Lombard.

Of course,
there were the others.

Astaire, Rodgers?

Abbott and Costello?

Oh, no, no. Folks.
Folks like you.

Where do you think
Dr. Pretorius got all those

human body parts
for his monsters?

Come on.

(SIGHING)

Why are you
keeping us here?

I'm not keeping you here.
I'm just haunting the place.

It's them. The characters in the movie?

They're the ones
that are stuck.

Trapped in limbo
on the silver screen.

You see, Bride of the
Wolfman screened only once,

in this theater,
at its gala premiere.

It was so bad that it
got booed off the screen.

I can't imagine why.

Oh, I don't know. I've
seen a lot worse since.

Say, did you ever see a
film called The Blue Lagoon?

(LAUGHS)

Get to the point.

Oh, yes.

The actor playing Thomas, he
wrote and financed the entire film.

He thought it was
gonna make his career.

While everyone was
laughing, me included,

he went up to the projection
booth and set fire to the place.

The last two reels
went up in flames.

And so were you.

Yeah, but that's
not the bad part.

Can you imagine having to spend an
eternity watching Bride of the Wolfman?

Better than living it.

(CHUCKLES)
You should be so lucky.

You see, those characters became
alive on the silver screen,

only to be trapped
in limbo for 47 years.

Never got to
finish their story,

never got to fulfill
their destinies.

That's where you come in.

You expect us
to complete the film?

I don't, they do.

Say, uh, I wouldn't mind
a nude scene or two, though.

I mean, 47 years alone
at a dusty theater,

I mean, makes a guy little strange.

That does it!

There is no way I'm going
back into that stupid movie.

Fine by me. I could use the company.

Either of you two
got a set of earplugs?

Because it's going to get
pretty noisy around here

when that dynamite
starts going up.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

If we don't find an
ending for this movie fast,

we're in big trouble.

Things could be worse.
How?

We could have been sucked
into Bonfire of the Vanities.

There you are!
Where have you been?

Out and about.

Here and there.

Nothing like a brisk walk.

In a raging storm?

A very brisk walk.

Dr. Pretorius is most
anxious to see you.

Most anxious.

(GASPING) Oh, my God,
what happened to you?

I ran into
a thorny situation.

Wrong shoulder.

Bad continuity. Sloppy moviemaking.
I see it happen all the time.

Doctor! Time is ticking
relentlessly forward.

You're absolutely right.
There's not a second to waste.

To the laboratory.

(WOLF HOWLING)

Boris,
look after the hound.

I guess he doesn't
like to walk the dog, huh?

Why did you come back?
You're in terrible danger.

Could you be
more specific?

Tonight, we challenge
the principles of science,

the basic assumptions
of life itself.

Together, we stand
on the precipice of history.

Don't you think we should
stop standing and start moving?

Moving into the unknown.

Destiny waits for no man.

So true, Doctor, so true.

We shall capture
the fury of the skies.

The power of the cosmos, surging
through that lightning bolt

and into the creature.
We shall give it life.

It would be an honor
if you would assist me.

I need you to modulate the electricity
from the skies and into the flesh.

You're familiar with the
Electridyne Modulator, I assume.

Intimately.

That is the ventilator.

(CHUCKLES) Right. Doesn't it
feel a bit stuffy to you in here?

There, better.

But first, we must
implant the brain.

First things first.

Let the experiment begin.

Quickly.

Elizabeth.
Elizabeth, wait.

Go away. Leave us while you still can.

I wish I could.

But, you see, we're trapped
here, just like you are.

What do you know
about being trapped?

About being a prisoner
of your own tortured soul?

Listen, if you're talking
about being a werewolf...

I know a lot.

You know about Thomas?

You know our
terrible secret?

Yes. Come on.

Dr. Pretorius promised us an
end to this horrible nightmare.

But it goes on and on.

How many more nights must
my beloved endure this curse?

How many more
people must die?

Dr. Pretorius has a cure,
doesn't he?

What's wrong?

The days have stretched
into weeks, the weeks...

Into months, months into
years, I know. I know.

So is there a cure?

The doctor is very close.
Let it be tonight, let it be.

Well, we're not going to
stick around here to find out.

A secret passageway?

To Thomas' hideaway. And
God knows what else. Come on.

Looks clear to me.
Okay.

Area 2?
MAN 1 ON RADIO: Secure.

Area 3?

MAN 2 ON RADIO: Secure.

Let's do it.

Let's make this
a very pretty picture.

Action.

Wait!

There's a damn
pussy cat out there.

So?
So?

You want the
animal rights people

crawling down your neck?

If it's not one thing,
it's another.

(GROWLING)

Back!

Back, you beast!
Back!

Back!

Back!

Back! Back!

Back! Back! Back!

What a monstrous little man? How
would he like the sting of the whip?

By the looks of him, I think
he's been through a lot worse.

Come on.

Back! Back, you beast. Back!

The doctor has plans for you!

(GROWLING)

It's about time.
We've been waiting for you.

Don't be concerned, Doctor.

This is a patient
under my care.

He has a most
heinous affliction.

Clearly. What's the cure?

You're about to see.
It's rather simple, actually.

Back! Back, you beast!
Back! Back, I say!

(GROANING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

You see, I haven't been
entirely candid with you, Doctor.

There is more to this experiment than
merely infusing a corpse with life.

Shall we try splitting
the atom? Unraveling DNA?

Making Folgers crystals?

Nothing so mundane.

The corpse provides the flesh.
The electricity provides the soul.

All we need is a mind.

That's where poor
troubled Thomas comes in.

We shall transfer
his mind into the cadaver.

IAN: And that's a cure?

Once Thomas' mind, his soul is freed
from his body and put into another,

perhaps the curse will be
lost in the transference.

And if not?
Does it matter?

The body is but a shell.

One way or another, he will
be freed from his curse.

I've had about
all of this I can take.

Mrs. Hapgood.
Randi.

Thomas trusted you.

He came to you for help.
And this is how you help him?

You're evil!

There is no good or evil in
science. There is only knowledge.

Come on. Underneath this crummy
werewolf make-up is a man.

And I think you owe him
something a little bit better than

transferring his mind
into some corpse.

Yeah, well said.
Thank you.

I have never thought
of that before.

Thomas does deserve better
than having his mind

transferred into
a hideous corpse.

So I shall transfer him
into your body instead.

Why do I keep
doing this to myself?

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

FOREMAN: All clear. We're all clear.

Let's get this over with.

(CAT MEOWS)

(CRASHING)

Steven Spielberg,
eat your heart out.

(WHIRRING)

(CRYING)
Oh, Thomas. Thomas.

Weep for him no longer, my precious.
Soon, he will be free from his curse.

Of course, he will be trapped
inside the body of a woman.

(CRYING)

I'm sure you'll be able to work out those
little problems in your relationship.

As long as his soul
is free from the curse...

Well, I guess we could
make it work.

Don't even think about it.

The moment has come.
Boris!

Wait!

Why?

Why? You ask why?

Yes, why?

Because...

Because, why,
because... lan?

Because this experiment
won't prove anything.

Exactly!

It will prove I can transfer the
mind from one body to another.

How can that compare
to your original goal?

The creation of life?

It can't.

Which is why once
this experiment is done,

I shall use your mind
to bring the cadaver to life.

Ah!

In that case,
carry on.

Lan!

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(GASPS)

(MUMBLING)

I am alive!

He lives!

(WHISPERING) Get him.

I am alive!

But what is life, anyway?

Can any of us truly
be said to be alive?

Does the simple act
of being,

empirically presuppose
the existence of humanity?

(LAUGHING)

Now you see why I chose a
dog's brain, Dr. Hapgood.

Stupidity in an assistant
is a virtue.

Witness history
before you die.

Boris.

It is done.

I've done it.

I've kept my promise to you,
my dear. Look at your beloved.

Thomas!

I promised you I would
end his curse and I have.

By killing him!

That's one heck of a cure,
you got there, Doc.

I've transferred his mind
into another body.

Lizzie!

And it worked.

I'm freed.

Oh, my God.
He's hideous.

An unfortunate side effect.
And there's another.

Now, you must all die.

There are some things
man was not meant to know.

Some things man
was not meant to do.

Looks like an ending to me.

Stop. I command you.

(GUN FIRES)

DR. PRETORIUS: Stop, I say!

Stop!

(GUN FIRES)

Stop, I say!

Stop! Stop!

(GUN FIRES)

(GASPING)

(SIGHING) It must be love.
Come on, let's go.

(WORKERS CHATTERING)

Action!

Good, God. No!

That's what I call
an explosive ending.

So, how did it feel
being a movie star?

Well, suddenly the term "It's only
a movie" has a whole new meaning.

Randi,
you should be thrilled.

About what? We were sucked into a movie
and nearly killed by a mad scientist.

Yes, but think
what we learned.

To stay out of
condemned theaters.

We finally found a cure.

Get serious.

It's ingenious.
And it's so simple.

All we have to do is find
another body, perhaps a blonde.

Shut up. Shut up.

(RANDI MOANING)

That was an amazing dinner.

What? This little thing?

Just a simple
truites au Saint-Amour.

Trout, onion, thyme,

and a charming,
yet impudent little wine.

Well, anything not in a Swanson's
box is something special to me.

But the night is young.
So how shall we top it off?

Oh, I have lots of ideas. But, unfortunately,
you have a curse that prevents me

from putting any of them
into action.

Well, I have an idea.

I bet it's not
as good as mine.

Let's see a movie.

Randi!
Come on.

The Blue Lagoon is playing at the
Revival Theater in Santa Monica.

I've had enough of movies for
one day. Perhaps a lifetime.

Why don't we spend a nice,
quiet evening at home?

We could perhaps
watch some television.

I'm sure there's something
rather good on.

MAN: You know too much,
Cypher. You must be eliminated.

C YPHER: You can silence me,
but you can't silence the truth.

What inane,
macho garbage.

I mean, what kind of
people watch this stuff?

It has a certain
aesthetic quality.

Lan...

ANNOUNCER: Please stand by.

(STATIC BUZZING)

There is a God.

We are experiencing
technical difficulties.

The final minutes
of Pete Cypher, P.I.

Have been lost due to
a mechanical error.

Please stay tuned for
He's the Maid at 8:00 p.m.

They lost the ending?

RANDl: Lan?

C YPHER: Say, did you lose a button on
your blouse, or are you just glad to see me?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)

C YPHER: You're going to the
big house, pal. Murder One.

That'll teach you to mess
with Pete Cypher, P.I.

MAN: If it weren't for the
ditsy couple, you'd be roadkill.

Next time, you're mine.

You don't think...

No.
Couldn't be.

Impossible.
It must have been the fish.

What do you say
we forget the television?

Yeah.

I suppose books are
a bad idea, too.

Checkers?
Checkers!

Yes, a rousing, entertaining
game of checkers.

What could be better?
Right!

I mean, how dangerous
could a game of checkers be?

Bedtime.