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Keep her steady, Willie!

Bastard's driving like a bloody madman.

Beast of a storm brewin' up out there.

Perhaps a sign of God's distaste at the injustice

being served here.

An innocent man shouldn't be subjected to this cruelty.

If I hear one more word about you

being a so-called innocent man, young Mr. Whittock,

I'll shove this pipe so far up your back crack

you'll burn your bastard tongue chewing me 'baccie.

Innocent?

How do you figure that?

You admit to murdering the bugger.

They caught you in the act, Mr. Whittock.

I never said I killed a man.

I said I killed a monster.

That transformed into a man after he was deceased.

Yes.

Yes, yes, very convenient.

This monster of yours appeared as a man to everybody else.

Just in time for the lord and lady to discover

you'd decapitated their youngest and most beloved nephew.

The thing was gonna tear me limb from limb.

I had no choice.

That boy was a bloody pansy.

But he wasn't a boy when I killed him.

I don't know how to explain it, but I know what I saw.

What, what else do you suggest gifted me this vile injury?

Rambunctious lover no doubt.

A woman did this to me?

I've had far worse done to me in the throes of passion.

Almost lost me left bollock during a vigorous affair

with Drusilla Douglas, God rest her soul.

Went blind with syphilis a month later

and fell down a wishing well.

She'd have to have been pretty giant,

with the claws of a lioness to do this.

Well you're an ugly git Whittock,

and no doubt she was a bit of a gargoyle.

We'll see what the judge has to say.

Judge Thaddeus is a cruel and impatient man.

He shan't be doing with your whingeing lies.

I have all the papers signed by all the witnesses.

Tomorrow morning you'll hang,

and I'll be glad of the peace and quiet.

Me too, from this wicked world.

Why the devil have we stopped?

Willie!

The horses are spooked, Councilor.

They won't go on.

Well, whip the bastards until they're un-spooked,

or I'll be forced to come up there

and give you a whipping myself!

I got a court appearance to attend tomorrow.

The storm is getting worse, sir.

We must seek shelter for the night.

Let's continue at dawn when it's safer.

There's nowhere to stay, Willie.

I know these woods, sir.

There's an old inn not far.

We turn off here.

Better to get there before dark, sir.

Folks have been known to go missing, whole groups of 'em.

Oh, very well.

Onwards!

No funny business from you, you understand?

Thank you.

Best kept in a safe place, don't you think?

Jesus, you're a welcoming fella.

My name is Parish Councilor Horrace Raycraft.

This here is my coachman Willie Ryder,

and this sniveling delinquent is a criminal I'm escorting

for his court trial.

Storm's preventing us traveling any further tonight

so we was hoping you could give us accommodation.

Three rooms, is it?

Just the two.

This one stays with me.

I can't sleep chained to you, you smelly old bastard-

Please stop doing that.

What's his crime?

Murder.

Self defense.

Tomorrow he'll be executed.

Until then, he's my responsibility.

I suppose you want to come into the warm?

Wipe your boots on the way in.

Jesus, Willie, look at this wallpaper.

I've left patterns in me chamber pot

less grotesque than this.

Open a window every once in a while do you ol' chap?

Let the odor escape.

Aha, unexpected guests.

I'm Martha Hogwood.

Welcome to the Three Claws.

Horrace Raycraft, and this here is my coachman,

Willie Ryder.

Willie Ryder?

Why yes, he's the finest in the county.

Pleasure gentlemen.

Now, don't let brother scare you off, will you?

He's a little mentally-impaired.

It hadn't gone unnoticed.

Vincent and I manage the inn together.

It's been our family business for generations.

And a very fine establishment it is, too, Miss Warthog.

Hogwood.

Precisely.

Well, I'll show you up to our guest rooms,

if you'd care to follow.

Oh, Vincent, you'll take care of their horses, won't you?

Their horses?

Yes.

Put them in the stable out back.

I can do that, madam.

No, no, it's no trouble.

Vincent can manage.

Vincent can manage.

Come on up.

You haven't seen a young lady on your travels,

have you anywhere, gentlemen?

One of our guests left this morning

without settling her debt.

Haven't passed a soul, I'm afraid, madam.

I'm afraid we're almost full tonight, but you're in luck.

Just the two rooms for us.

This murdering scoundrel stays with me.

Murdering?

It's incredibly brave of you to keep yourself attached

to a potentially violent criminal, Mr. Raycraft.

Call me Horrace, please.

One must be very courageous in this profession.

Protecting vulnerable ladies such as yourself

from the many vulgar miscreants of society.

I'd be worried he'd sever my arm from my body and escape.

What's that?

Wouldn't be difficult.

Dislocate the hand from the wrist in the night

while you were sleeping.

Here, perfect lodgings for your coachman.

I'm afraid the bed's a tad lumpy since our last guest,

Lady Stillinfleet, died in her sleep of a perforated bowel.

Thank you, madam.

We have the Reverend Pankhurst of Hilperton

staying just across the hall.

Oh yes, we're very particular about our guests

here at The Three Claws.

Oh, Minnie!

All done here, Miss Hogwood.

Shut the pissin' door ya daft wench!

Oh, Jesus Christ, you got mess all over the bed sheets.

Minnie is our resident lady of the evening,

available to our guests at just two pounds a night.

Minnie this is Mister Raycraft.

Uh, Parish Councilor Raycraft.

You like what you see, Councilor?

I'll admit I've got more than a slight tingle

in me nether-giblets.

Maybe Minnie can give you some relief later tonight, no?

Please don't.

I'm sure that can be arranged.

This is your room at the end of the hall.

Here, take this.

Hide it with the rest.

Victoria hasn't returned?

She's not coming back.

Something must have happened.

God help us.

She'll never make it back now.

There are bad things in the woods, Jane.

We should have gone with them.

So what am I to do?

I can't go out there.

You promised to leave before the blood moon.

It's almost dark!

I can't, Minnie.

The Three Claws will not be safe tonight.

They've planned to have them filled with guests

on the night of the blood moon

as if their lives dependent on it.

Whatever they are up to, I know it can't be good.

The new guests, they brought transportation.

You could help me steal it.

He's the parish councilor.

You will be arrested for thievery.

If I'm to believe what you say,

perhaps I've no other choice.

Believe me, Jane, for his sake.

Have been dealt with?

Under shelter for now.

He's the parish councilor, Martha.

They're expecting him in court tomorrow.

He's not some lowlife that people will easily forget.

What do you suggest we do then, brother?

We cannot break our pact.

They'll come looking for him.

The inn must be full.

These fools are a gift from the storm.

Wheel their carriage into a ditch and burn it.

Make it look like they've steered off the road.

Nobody will suspect us.

And the horses?

Perhaps they'll serve as an appetizer.

Jane, quickly!

Bring in the girls!

What madness is this?

Get outta my face, you filthy, drunken pig!

You grumpy git, you!

Cheer up, have a drink, get settled in for the storm.

Aye, she's a brutal bitch.

And a blood moon to go with her.

All the devilish ingredients for an evenin' of sinister

and supernatural happenin's.

Pour yourselves summat strong, boys,

and pray we make it through till morning.

I'll be surprised if he makes it

through the next 10 minutes.

So wrinkles, you got a name?

Horrace.

Horrace the hideous.

I'm Bernard Bagley,

and this is the Reverend Gilbert Pankhurst.

Aye! Of Hilperton!

What about your attachment?

Archibald Whittock, charged with murder.

Tomorrow he'll be sentenced to death.

Then you should drink, boy.

Celebrate your last night of livin'.

Do you always get this drunk, Mr. Bagley?

I have to on a night like this, son.

Calms me nerves.

Frightened of a little storm, are you?

It's not the storm that frightens me.

It's what's out there in them woods.

You don't know where you are, do you, lad?

This is Grittleton Marsh,

and there are legends of Grittleton Marsh.

Its ancient woodlands which spread for miles,

and the wicked beasts who dwell within.

See one, I did, when I was just a short lad.

And for me left eye, it was the last thing it ever saw.

They're out there, wolves like you ain't never seen.

Tall as men, and strong as giants.

Wolves, you say?

Not just any wolves, foul beasts crawled up from the

gizzards of hell.

What a load of superstitious codswallop!

I said I seen them, sir!

Through the bottom of a bottle.

There may well be wolves in these parts,

but not as you describe them.

The only thing dangerous within 50 miles

is this murdering ratbag.

And I've got him under my guardianship.

Then here's to you, brave sir.

Sleep tight, Councilor.

Sweet dreams, Councilor.

Sleep tight, Councilor.

Sleep tight, Councilor.

The councilor wants to see you in his room tonight.

I've already taken payment.

Ah ah, you'll get your half tomorrow.

Now make sure you wear him out.

I need every man in this inn sleeping like the dead.

But it's so late, Miss Hogwood.

Maybe I'm worn out.

Don't forget who's keepin' a roof above your head,

you ungrateful gutter whore.

Now do as you're told!

The only reason why men come to this pigpen

is to spend a night with me.

So perhaps it is I keeping a roof over your head.

You know tonight's a special night, Minnie.

We pay you well to draw 'em in, do we not?

Was that not the arrangement?

Everything must go according to plan,

otherwise you will not like the repercussions.

You don't scare me.

It's not me you need to be afraid of.

Go on lovely, like you mean it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's the spot, darling.

That's it!

Jesus, oh,

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Oh God, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes, oh.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Stop your moaning and go to sleep.

You're rusting me saw.

It's hardly getting through the bone.

You gotta put your back into it.

I am, woman.

I am.

Pass me the head.

Don't let it drip everywhere,

you're gonna stain the furniture.

What's that noise?

Somebody's there!

Lord, look upon me with eyes of mercy.

May your mighty power w into every inch of my body

and into the depths of my soul.

Guide me and give me strength

to make it through this dark night.

Somebody's awake.

Did they see us?

Oh, Miss Hogsbottom, absorb me in your pillowy bosom.

Mr. Raycraft.

Mr. Raycraft, wake up!

Oh, snuck in for a ride on old horny Horrace have ya,

you saucy minx?

Jesus wept!

Your breath stinks like piss!

Please Mister Ray craft, listen!

It's the innkeepers.

They've killed Willie, butchered him!

Butchered?

They intend to murder us all, I heard it.

They're chopping the guests into pieces.

What the bloody hell?

Why you little rascal, you're trying to escape!

No!

I mean, yes, I was, but-

Right, that does it.

Oh, you dirty little bastard.

It wasn't altogether pleasant for either of us.

I warned you.

Now shut up, old man, and listen.

Calm down.

I saw with my own eyes those incubus

dismembering your coachman,

and plotting aloud to do the same to us.

Poppycock!

Go and see for yourself.

I'm not lying, sir.

Dismembered you say?

And you came back to warn me, did ye?

It's an unlikely story.

Just because it's an unlikely story

doesn't mean it isn't the truth.

Promise to believe me,

or I'll go ahead and prevent your suffering.

It is the merciful thing to do-

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

hold your giblets.

Just pass me the gun, lad.

We'll go and see if Willie really has been murdered.

Fine, but I'm keeping the gun.

Oh, you bugger.

Vincent, what are you doing with the head?

I thought you had it.

I told you to chuck it in after the legs.

Shh!

Did you hear something, brother?

Upstairs.

Was there something you needed, Mr. Raycraft?

Miss Hogwood,

I'm placing you and your brother under arrest for,

for murder, and I must insist that you come peacefully

with me to the magistrates' court immediately

or I'll have no choice but to use deadly force.

And how do you plan to take us away, Mr. Raycraft?

We've butchered your horses, murdered your coachman,

and there's no getting away from the Three Claws tonight

nor any night!

My gun, Archie!

Quickly lad!

Jesus woman, you could have

had my bloody head off with this.

Get off me you fucking mad bitch!

Jesus!

Shoot her, Archie!

Get this made bitch off me!

No, her!

Sorry!

Come here sweetness, we're dismembering the guests.

What's all this bastardin' racket?!

I'm totally shagged and barely had an hour

of me beauty sleep!

Fine!

Be as loud as you want,

but I'm leaving this stank hole first thing in the morning!

Archie!

Archie, where's me pistol?

Help me untie these knots!

Sorry, lad.

Thank you.

I'm sure you'll think of some way you can repay me.

Actually, I've got something specific in mind

which involves all three of us,

and they ropes may come in useful.

Get out of the way!

Horrace!

Hurry up, man!

You're stressing me out!

Martha!

My Martha, no!

Vincent Hogwood, I'm placing you under arrest.

Archie, tie him up!

What did I miss?

These two scoundrels thought they could get away with

murdering every last one of us in our sleep.

What reason, exactly,

I only shudder to imagine.

Luckily, I saw through their dastardly scheme

almost the minute I stepped through the doors

of this unholy hovel.

All evening I lay in wait to outsmart this foolish pair.

And when heard a disturbance in the night,

I did what I had to, and I saved every single one of us

from certain death.

You didn't save your coachman, though.

You let them chop him up into pieces.

Aye, chopped to pieces!

Well yes, I had to confirm me theory was correct.

But now you've got no coachman-

All right, Windy Wallace, let's not interrupt.

You owe me your lives, that's what matters.

You're all gonna die, Councilor,

a far more grizzly and petrifying death

than what my sister and I would have granted you.

You don't know what you've done.

You do not frighten us, Mr. Hogface.

It's not me you need to fear.

All our lives, my sister and I have kept an agreement,

an agreement with the vicious beasties of these woods.

Unlike any creature you've ever seen or heard of, Councilor.

Half man, half wolf, all bloodthirsty rage.

For generations we've kept a pact that's protected us.

A truce between man and monster.

What sort of pact?

Every blood moon, when the inn is full,

we make an offering.

All the guests of the Three Claws,

all the lowlifes and drunkards,

hiding from their damnable pasts.

They all die at our hands.

'Til the next blood moon, the beasts leave us in peace.

Well, how often's a blood moon?

- Every three, four years. - Six, seven months.

It's a small price to pay for a life free of fear,

or dread of being disemboweled by their claws,

or devoured by their teeth.

Well, we have Willie, and we have your sister.

There's an offering.

It's not enough.

Six bodies for three beasts, that's the deal.

There's three of these savages?

And you'd better not let them go hungry.

Well, there's you.

That takes it up to three.

They'll come here with a vengeance.

Well, perhaps it's all just deluded superstition,

Mr. Hogwood.

You and your sister are a truly demented duo.

Perhaps there's no other explanation for your blood lust.

What if he's telling the truth, Horrace?

What if they are out there?

I've seen 'em.

They exist.

Then we send an offering, like he says,

and pray it will suffice.

Fine.

You can chop her into bits

and we'll make the bloody offering.

Do it, man!

Not me own sister, Councilor, please.

Do as he says, Vincent.

I'm sorry, Martha.

Eww.

Ooh.

Thank God you found us.

We couldn't have left the rest of you.

Here.

This might sting.

Sorry.

Sorry.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Thank you for taking care of me.

It's the least I could do, sir.

Archie.

Whittock.

Jane.

It's a pleasure.

What are they going to do to him down there?

I'm not sure.

Arrest him.

They should kill him.

Like he killed those horses.

What?

There's no way of escaping here.

We will have to wait until morning and head out on foot.

Where are you heading off to?

She's on the run.

From whom, if you don't mind my asking?

My parents.

Those who know me back home.

Archie, if I show you something,

do you promise to keep it a secret?

Jane, no.

I can trust him, Minnie.

Perhaps he can help us.

You have my word.

My God.

It's yours.

He is.

His name's Edgar.

What's he doing in the bloody wardrobe?

Hiding.

No inn would have me.

Not with Edgar.

And I can't risk anyone finding us or following us.

Where's his father?

There's no father.

Just a cruel man from a cruel night.

Men.

I never asked for this child, Archie.

Now that I have him, nobody's gonna come between us.

He's all I have.

Shh, it's all right.

It's all right, Mommy's here.

Please forgive me, oh mighty beast,

for this is all I could bring, oh ancient one.

The inn is full as you commanded,

but these guests are not so easy to kill.

I am old, master, and we have served you for many years.

But I can't deliver on our promise.

Go, feast on them.

Take our inn for yourselves, but I beg of you, spare me!

Please, spare me!

Have mercy, master!

Have mercy, God!

I don't think he's coming back.

Is that you, Mr. Hogwood?

Did they accept me offering?

That'll be a no, I reckon!

Run, men!

We meet again, bastard hound of Satan!

Oh, bugger that!

There's more of 'em!

No!

It's not gonna hold!

Take cover, lads!

What was that?

Stay here.

I go and look.

No, I'll go.

Hide the baby.

I think I just shat me pants.

Minnie?

Don't make a sound.

Hide.

What is it, Minnie?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Shoot him, Horrace!

Get away from me you ugly son of a bitch!

Oh no!

Not my eye!

Oh God no, my eye!

My eye!

Bernard!

Oh, Bernard!

It's too late.

He's gone.

Help me!

I'm still alive!

Well, there's nothing we can do for him now.

Aye.

God rest his soul.

Someone come and shoot the bloody thing!

Don't!

It'll be suicide.

Eat me!

Come and eat me!

It's all right.

We're safe in here.

Archie no!

No!

Archie!

Now we're safe.

What happened to you?

Don't ask.

What devilry is this?

Seems Bernard's tall tales were true after all.

These were once men.

There's two dead, one still out there.

No doubt he'll be back to finish the job.

And we'll be ready.

Aye.

Barricade all the doors and windows.

If we can make it just one more hour 'til sunrise,

'til the blood moon sets, then we may survive.

Minnie?

Oh God!

She's gone.

You did what you could, lad.

Jane.

Oh my God, Jane!

Jane.

It's all right.

We're all right.

Thank God.

Where's Minnie?

It got her.

What the hell is that?

You can't bring a baby into a place like this.

Are you mad, woman?

I didn't know it would be set upon

by flesh-hungry wolf monsters.

Werewolves is what they are.

Men who turn to beasts under the spell of the moon.

That is exactly what I killed back in Eddington.

Now do you believe me?

We need your help, lad.

We need to barricade the place.

They'll be back for us.

Will you be all right?

Yes.

Go.

Shout if you need me.

Thank you, Archie.

Gilbert Pankhurst.

Help me.

No.

Let me in.

No, don't listen, man.

Let me in.

It's just the walls talking again.

Let me in.

Bernard?

Horrace!

It's Bernard!

He's alive!

He can't be.

What's happening to him?

Oh, God!

He's turning!

He's become one of them.

Minnie.

Oh no!

Jane's alone up there!

Reverend, guard the entrance!

Bernard it's me, Gilbert!

You can't even remember Gilbert?

Have you come back for your rum?

You drank it all ya daft bastard!

No, no!

Minnie?

How is she?

Incredibly hairy.

Oh, that don't seem like Minnie.

Run!

Over here!

In here!

You can hide.

He can't reach you in there; it's too small for him.

Archie!

I don't see what choice we have.

Hurry!

Oh my God!

Don't come out 'til both beasts are dead.

Go, lad!

No, no, no, no, no!

If you're looking for your arm, you just missed it.

What's that?

I'm not sure.

A mouse?

It's a big mouse, Archie.

A rat, then?

It's not a bloody rat.

That'll learn ya.

Bitch, go on, die!

And to think I fucked you!

You're still a filthy, drunken pig.

Oi!

It's all right, sweetheart.

Mother will be back soon.

Archie!

Thanks.

No, no!

Archie!

Don't you even think about it, you big, hairy bitch!

Archie.

Archie, wake up.

Wake up!

We did it!

We got the last one.

It bit me, Jane.

No, no, no, no, no, you'll be e.

I'll clean you up.

I can feel it, the bite, the hunger, controlling me.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

"I will strengthen you and help you.

"I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."

Archie!

Archie!

Get back, it's begun!

I'm sorry, lad.

No, don't!

Look at him; he's been bitten!

He's gonna turn into one of them beasts.

We done what we could.

Step away from him, Councilor.

It happened to Bernard, it happened to Minnie.

You're going to slaughter us all.

I swear I'm gonna blow your head off if you shoot him!

You'll damn us all!

No, he's right.

It's all right, Jane.

I'm turning.

I won't be able to stop myself from killing.

And when the sun comes up soon what then?

You'll change back, you'll be Archie again.

I have no idea.

But I have to find out.

I realize we haven't known each other long,

but I'm not ready to say goodbye.

Nor I, Jane.

Oh Christ.

It's happening; go!

Don't hurt him!

Just run, Jane!

We've gotta leave this inn.

Damn ye lad!

Damn ye!

Reverend, we need to leave!

Help me move this furniture.

Quick!

No, Archie.

It's us.

It's me, Jane.

I know you're in there, somewhere.

Fight it, Archie.

Remember who you are.

That's right, Archie.

It's me.

Spirit of Jesus come upon us!

Fill us with holy anger!

Wrench us from all desires that breed violence!

Compel us with the fury of your love!

O Lamb of God, grant us peace!

Jane.

Promise you'll write to me, lad,

let me know how the two of you are getting on, will you>

The three of us.

Of course we will.

Anything you want, just ask old Horrace.

And on the next blood moon-

You'll lock me in the county jail.

Just for the night, lad.

That should give those scallywags a bit of a fright.

Oh, and before I forget, the witness reports

and warrant for your arrest.

No hard feelings.