All language subtitles for The.Wolfman.2010.hoetinkhof79

Even a man who is pure of heart...

and says his prayers
by night...

may become a wolf
when the wolfsbane blooms...

and the autumn moon is bright.

Show yourself!

I know
you're out there.

Help! Help me!

Somebody! Help me!

Help!

Hah!

Dear Mr. Talbot,

I believe your brother
has mentioned me to you in his correspondence.

I'm Gwen Conliffe,
Ben's fiancée.

I'm writing to inform you
of your brother's disappearance.

He has been missing now
for several weeks, and we fear the worst.

It has come to my attention...

that you are
currently here in England with your theater company,

but that you return
to America soon.

I understand that you have
not spoken to your family in many years.

But I implore you
to help us find Ben.

Please come home
to Talbot Hall.

Hello?

- Heel! Heel!

- Samson! Heel!

Lawrence?

Hello, Father.

Ah.

Lo and behold,
the prodigal son returns.

I hope you're not expecting
the fatted calf.

- Stay!

- We don't have many visitors.
- You seem well.

I've often wondered
what you looked like.

You've come about
your brother, have you?

Stay.
Yes.

Miss Conliffe learned that I was in London--

Samson.

and sent me a letter saying
that Ben has disappeared.

Thought I'd offer my help
in any which way I can.

Yes, a splendid idea.
Lawrence, a splendid idea.

But too late,
I'm afraid.

Unfortunately,
your brother's body...

was found in a ditch
by the priory road, uh, yesterday morning.

I assume you have something
to wear for the funeral.

- Sir John.
- You remember my son Lawrence?

Singh, my servant.

Master Lawrence.

It's nice to see you,
Lawrence.

It's good
that you're here.

Has Miss Conliffe
been notified? Mm-hmm.

She's upstairs
in her bedroom asleep.

Where are they keeping
Ben's body?

Uh, your father
instructed me...

to bury your brother's
effects with him.

Seems a shame.

Thank you.

I wouldn't.
It's, uh--

I missed his whole life.

What if it wasn't a beast at all,

but a cunning murderer,

someone who bore a grudge
against one of these men?

To misdirect
the authorities, he kills the men,

and then he tears up
the bodies...

to make it look
like a wild beast was responsible.

Ridiculous! Who would
go to such lengths?

What about that
Gypsy dancing bear? It could've done it.

That mangy thing?

Kill three men?
I doubt it.

I saw the bodies
with my own eyes.

Unnatural wounds.
Most unnatural.

Made by a fell creature,
I say.

Damn Gypsies wandering
the countryside,

bringin' their woe
and deviltry with 'em.

They show up and,
two weeks later, this happens.

My guess is Ben Talbot
went to their camp...

to have it off
with a Gypsy whore.

The bear gets hold of him,
and they dump what's left of him in the ditch!

Got nothin' to do
with the Gypsies.

Twenty-five years ago now,
me pa found him--

Quinn Noddy
and all his flock.

Brains and guts
and God-knows-what...

lyin' all over the moor
for a quarter mile.

And Quinn,
the look on his face--

like he'd been eaten alive.

Whatever did it was big,

had claws...

and didn't mind
a load of buckshot.

After that,

me pa went home...

and melted down
me ma's wedding spoons...

and cast silver bullets
on 'em.

Wouldn't leave the house
on a full moon...

from then on.

I still say
that bear's to blame.

Oh. Can I
help you, sir?

I was hoping to have a word
with Miss Conliffe.

Just a moment, sir.

Miss Conliffe.

I am Lawrence.
I know who you are.

I'm sorry
we're meeting like this.

These were Ben's.

He'd want you
to have them.

If there's anything you need,
anything at all,

please let me know.

I want to know
what happened to him.

I'll do everything I can.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

I saw Ben's body today.

What kind of animal
could've done such a thing?

I've seen the work
of a Kodiak bear and a Bengal tiger--

nature at its most vicious--
but, um, I must say,

I've never seen
anything like this.

People in town
say it was a man.

Uh-huh.

You mean a raving lunatic
at loose on the moor?

Yes, it's possible,

but I think I would have
run him down with my dogs.

On the other hand, uh,

the wounds are so terrible
that only something human...

would seem capable of such
wanton malevolence.

I found a strange medallion
among Ben's belongings.

Yes, St. Columbanus.
He was a-- an Eastern saint.

He was also a Gypsy.

So did Ben have dealings
with the Gypsies?

Yes, he was, um--

He was our negotiator.

The local gentry
would pay a fee,

and the Gypsies would keep
their criminal activities to a minimum...

and, uh, they would move on
once they'd sold the local lads...

all the wine
and dark-haired ladies they could stand.

"That orbed maiden
with white fire laden...

whom mortals call the Moon,

glides glimmering o'er
my fleece-like floor"--

"By the midnight
breezes strewn."

She exerts enormous power, doesn't she?

I wish things
were different.

Never look back,
Lawrence.

Never look back.

The past is a wilderness
of horrors.

Lawrence,

I'm glad you're home.

Mother!

Mother!

Lawrence.

Lawrence.

Lawrence, wake up.

I heard something.

Lawrence.

Lawrence, I'm scared.

Go back to bed.

Mother?

Mother!

Hello.
Hello.

Ben said that you
played here as children.

It was our refuge.

From what?

You mean from whom.

Your father.

He has a way
with being distant.

Ben told me it was because
I reminded him of your mother.

He said you did as well.

Which is why he
put me in an asylum for a whole year,

then shipped me off
to my aunt in America.

You sure you won't stay one more night?

My father has lodgings
at the inn,

and that's more convenient
for the train so--

When do you return
to London?

Not till I find out
what happened to my brother.

- Lawrence.
- Hmm?

That's all well and good,
but I think your inquiry could wait until tomorrow.

The moon is full
tonight, and, uh,

I'd prefer that you
stay inside...

in the event that
your "raving lunatic" theory is correct.

I don't want
to lose you too.

Take your horse, sir.

Good evening.

He says you must
stay in the camp. The woods are not safe.

Ask him if he knows
anyone who sells these.

You want to talk to Maleva.

To who?
Maleva.

It was found
on my brother's body.

Your caravan shows up,
three men are killed.

I don't think
it's a coincidence.

There is no coincidence.
Only fate.

But she plays a hidden hand.

Tell me about my brother.

Go round the back!

Spread out!

Go round the back!

Come on and join us!

Give us the bloody bear,
you old snake handler.

We know what's
been going on. Nonsense.

He dances.
That's all.

- Call off dog! What's goin' on here?

We've come
for the bear, Nye. It done all the killin'.

For goodness sake! He's harmless.

What happened?
It's the devil! The devil!

Help me! Help me!

Mama!

Mama!
Maria!

Maria!
Where are you, Maria?

Maria!

Maria!

Where are you?

Over there! Maria!

Maria!

- Mama! Mama!
- Maria!

Take the girl.
Stay in the camp.

Boy!

Boy.

Go fetch the boy!

- Too far to follow!

Go back! Get help!

Get Maleva.

Lay still.
Help's on its way.

Once he is bitten by the beast, there is no cure.

You should let him die.

You would make me
a sinner?

There is no sin in killing a beast.

Is there not?

Sometimes the way of fate
is a cruel one.

He can only be released
by someone who loves him.

Hello!

Lawrence.

Holy Mother of God.

Help me with him,
Singh.

"Do thou but thine;
and be not diffident of Wisdom;

she deserts thee not
if thou dismiss not her."

Lawrence?

Get Dr. Lloyd.

Are you all right?
Yes.

I feel better.

I thought
you were leaving.

Well--

This place
is impossible to escape.

Besides,
it's the least I could do.

What did
the Gypsies say?

Some nonsense about the devil being at Blackmoor.

It's remarkable.

A week ago, I would have said
you'd never use that arm again. And now?

It seems to have healed itself.

I'll be back to check on you
at the end of the week.

Thank you,
Doctor.

Miss Conliffe.
Yes?

I want to thank you.
For?

For prolonging your stay
here at Blackmoor with us...

during this difficult time.

Had there been some sense
of filial obedience,

well, you would not have
been inconvenienced.

Well, Lawrence
was trying to find out what happened to Ben.

And now we know
it's still out there.

Nevertheless,
I thank you.

Not at all.

You should be asleep,
Lawrence.

So should you.

Is there anything
I can get for you?

Are you expecting
a war?

A Sikh
is a warrior of God.

He must always arm himself
against evil.

Do you believe in curses?

This house has seen more
than its share of suffering.

Your mother.
Your brother.

Yes, I believe in curses.

How could you stand it here
all these years?

You didn't have to stay.

Silver.

I didn't know
you hunted monsters.

Sometimes monsters hunt you.

Good day, sir.

Yes, he's been quite
seriously injured, Inspector,

and he's suffering
from a loss of memory.

I don't think he could be
of any use to you now.

I think at some point
he is going to want to talk about--

No.
I do understand.

And if I could have just
a few words with him. No.

Completely
unofficial interview. No, that's--

Even the briefest exchange
could be infinitely helpful to me.

Francis Aberline,
Scotland Yard.

Honored to meet you,
Mr. Talbot.

I'm a huge admirer.

I'm sorry to hear
of your troubles.

I do hope they won't impede
your return to the stage.

Thank you.

Shall we?
Please.

I understood your injury
was quite savage.

Yes.

I hope you don't
find this prurient,

but would it be possible for me
to arrange for a specialist to examine you?

It's amazing what we can
discern by scientific means these days.

And at your convenience,
of course.

Of course.

You know,
a great mystery it is,

given that there are
no natural predators left in England...

capable of inflicting such...
horrific injury.

The savagery of the attack
would suggest the action of an animal.

Or a lunatic perhaps.

Someone with a history
of mental disturbance...

who's spent time
inside an asylum...

and who may have
suffered injuries...

at the hands of his victims.

I get your implication
and resent it.

Oh.

You're clearly aware
of my personal history,

as I believe
I am aware of yours.

Weren't you in charge
of the Ripper case a couple years back?

Well, you're a direct man,

so I'll be
equally direct with you.

I'm not your enemy,
Mr. Talbot.

But you've been seen as Hamlet,
Macbeth, Richard III--

all with that same face.

Now, a prudent man would ask
who else might be living inside that head of yours.

Good day, Inspector.

So you won't mind
if I establish your whereabouts...

on the nights
in question?

Feel free.

Good day, Mr. Talbot.

I'll be sending
my specialists to examine you.

At your convenience,
of course.

Lawrence?

Yeah?
You all right?

Yes.
What did the inspector say?

Well, he asked
a lot of questions.

I'm sorry.

I feel so responsible
for what's happened to you.

If I hadn't sent that letter,
you'd be back in New York and-- No. No.

It was right
that I came back.

You mustn't
feel like that.

No.

Try it.

Well, I can't
make it skip like you.

You have to flick it.

May I?
Yes.

When you throw it,
turn your wrist up...

and whip it.

Wrist up and whip it.

And make sure
you swing your hips.

Ohh!

What's it like in New York?

- Did you hear that?
- What?

Horses.

Hello, Doctor.

I thought our appointment
wasn't till Friday.

- Come with us.
- It's nearly the full moon.

You were bitten
by the beast. You bear his mark now.

Mr. Talbot, there are
many of us here...

who are looking for
a natural explanation.

- Help us.
- Come on, Talbot. Show us your wound.

- We are told it heals
in an unnatural way. -

- Get your hands off of me!
- Will you let him murder your wives and children?

My eye!

Damn you, Talbot!

Sorry, Colonel.
I meant to shoot you.

Sadly, I'm not
the marksman I used to be. I must be getting old.

He is cursed.
God has forsaken him.

Let us deal with him.

You're trespassing on my land,
and I could shoot you on the spot right now.

My Sikh manservant,
he's on the roof,

and he happens
to be a crack shot with a repeating rifle.

And, uh, he will kill you.

He'll kill the next eight of you
before he has to reload,

so please take yourself
off my land.

And if I see any of you
trespassing this way again,

I won't be so civil,
if you take my meaning.

Good day to you, Colonel.

Lawrence.

You're bleeding.

How could they
possibly think he's a threat to them?

Well, he's a stranger here
in Blackmoor, Miss Conliffe,

and that makes him
very dangerous.

Thank you.

Yes, you can also
thank Singh...

when he returns
from the village.

You're not the only one
in the family who can act.

- Samson!

Let's get something
to clean that.

Did they hurt
your shoulder?

No.

On the contrary, it feels, uh,
much stronger than before.

That's good.

I was able to hold 'em--
all three of them back.

You know, you mustn't
listen to them-- the villagers.

They're backward
and foolish,

everything I hate
about this place.

This might sting a bit.

Lawrence?

Excuse me.

What's happened?
You have to leave.

Please pack your things.

Did I do something?

It's not safe here.

You must return
to London tonight. I'll be out here waiting.

Lawrence, wait.

What are you afraid of?

If anything
ever happened to you,

I'd never forgive myself.

Hah! Go on!

There are those...

who doubt the power of Satan--

the power of Satan...

to change men into beasts!

But the ancient pagans
did not doubt.

Nor did the prophets.

Did not Daniel warn
Nebuchadnezzar?

But the proud king
did not heed Daniel.

Come inside!

And so, as the Bible says,

he was made as unto a wolf
and cast out from men.

A beast has come among us!

But God will defend
his faithful.

With his right hand,
he will smite the foul demon.

I say to you,
the enemy's ploy is a devious one.

Twisting the accursed
into beasts,

he seeks to bring us low,

make us as animals,
teach us self-loathing...

so we forget that
we are made in the image of Almighty God himself!

- Samson.

Why does our Lord tolerate this mockery?

Pride goeth
before destruction,

a haughty spirit
before the fall.

I say it is because
we have sinned against him,

because our crimes
reek to heaven...

and they demand
vengeance!

Pint of bitter, please.

Mrs. Kirk.

Why aren't you
out with MacQueen,

trying to catch that thing
what killed my husband?

As I don't know where
the lunatic will strike,

it seems the practical
thing to do...

is to stay as near as possible
to the potential victims.

And, uh, seeing that 214
of the 309 residents...

of Blackmoor
and its environs...

live within, what,
500 yards of this tavern,

I was planning
to spend the evening here.

Not Talbot Hall?

Why would you say that?

They're cursed.
All of 'em!

Unfortunately, "cursed"
does not give me a warrant...

to wander about
Sir John's estate at night.

Rules, Mrs. Kirk.

They're all that keep us from
a dog-eat-dog world, you know.

Pint of bitter, please.

Hmph.

'Tis a shrine
to your beloved mother.

She was a truly
beautiful woman.

I know that, uh,

losing her
wounded you deeply.

And it is monstrous, a young boy
seeing his mother like that.

And I would have given
my life, Lawrence,

that you hadn't
found us that night.

You must believe me
when I tell you this, Lawrence.

You do believe me,
don't you?

I loved your mother
with a passion like the burning of the sun.

Her death finished me.
I was devastated.

I still prowl the house
at night...

searching for her.

But I'm dead
all the same.

Look into my eyes,
Lawrence.

You see, I am quite dead.

My dear fellow, I wish
I could tell you...

that the tragedy that has
beset your life was over.

But I'm afraid...

the darkest hours of hell
lie before you.

I don't think they'll
kill you, Lawrence,

but they will blame you.

The beast
will have its day.

The beast will out.

We've got him, men!
We've got him!

- Mind the pit, Johnny!

Johnny!

MacQueen!

No!

Aah! No!

Lawrence?

Lawrence.

Lawrence!

Wake up.

Lawrence.

Terrible things,
Lawrence.

You've done terrible things.

Up ahead!

Hold your fire!
We want him alive!

Get down!
On your knees!

Ah, 'tis as you said,
Inspector.

- It is as you said.
- I'm sorry, Sir John.

Be strong, Lawrence.

Be strong.

Where is my father?

I am sorry
to see you back here with us, Lawrence.

You disappoint me.

But we have made
enormous strides...

in the treatment
of delusions such as yours.

Where is my father?

Bracing, is it, guv'ner?

Where's my father?

Where's my father?
Where is my father?

If you don't
kill my father,

he will kill again and again
and again and again.

Prithee, Horatio,
tell me one thing.

Dost thou think Alexander
looked o' this fashion i' the earth?

And smelt so?
And smelt so?

I hope this won't impede
your return to the stage.

Alas, poor Yorick.

Lawrence, wake up.

I heard something.

Terrible things, Lawrence.

Terrible things.

Father!

Look into my eyes, Lawrence.
You see I'm quite dead.

It's all right, Lawrence.
Everything's all right.

I'm going to take you home.

Come with me.
It's all right.

Come on.

It's all right.

Hold me.

Just hold me.

Shh.

It's not real.

It's not real.

Lycanthropy.

Yeah. Lycanthropy.

I contracted the disease,
if that's what it is,

in India
in the Hindu Kush.

The natives
directed me to a cave high up in the mountains,

where, according to legend,
lived a strange creature, a very strange creature.

And after a great many days
of climbing and searching,

finally I came upon it.

I found it.

I found the cave...

and the strange creature
that lived there.

Yeah.

It was a little boy--

a little, wild feral boy,
powerfully strong--

Who suddenly attacked me
and bit me.

So I-- I returned to my hunting
companions in the valley below,

thinking I'd been made
the butt of a joke.

I soon discovered otherwise.

You killed my mother.

Yes, I suppose I did.

You should kill yourself.

Oh, I cannot tell you
how often I've considered that.

But life is far
too glorious, Lawrence,

especially to the cursed
and the damned like myself.

Yeah.

Every night of the full moon,
for many years,

I've been locked away
in that crypt...

by Singh,
my faithful servant.

Twenty-five years.

Then she came, didn't she?
Hot and burning, like the face of the moon.

Gwen.

Yes, she would have taken
your brother away from me,

and they would
have both vanished into the night forever.

And although
I was resigned to it, the beast in me was not,

and, um, Ben,
you understand, had come to tell me...

that he was quite resolute
in his decision to leave Talbot Hall for good...

and to take Gwen
away from me.

I became drunk
and violent and-- uh, extremely violent--

and I-- I struck out at Singh,
who was trying to restrain me--

and I knocked him out cold.

Poor--
Poor old Singh.

Pow! Yeah.

Anyway, as--
as a consequence,

I was unable to lock myself
in the crypt that night,

and, uh, I found
your brother's body in a ditch not far from the house.

He'd been torn to pieces.

I know now it was a mistake
to lock up the beast.

Don't you think so, Lawrence?

I should have let it run free.

Kill or be killed.

I'll kill you!

Ah, you have a long way
to go yet, my young pup.

I'll kill you.

But your chance
is coming soon enough.

She'll be full tonight--
the moon.

I have a small gift for you,
Lawrence, in the event you don't find life...

as glorious
as I find it to be...

or not to be.

I'm deeply sorry
about this, Lawrence. I do love you, dear boy.

You may find that hard
to believe in the light of what has happened.

I'll kill you. Sleep now.

I'll kill you.
Rest.

Guard?
I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

Come on!
Come on!

Come on.

...but now, 25 years later,

I find that young Lawrence's
harmless hallucinations...

have manifested themselves
into delusions...

of a horrific nature.

Ah.

Mr. Talbot.

We are here tonight
to illustrate conclusively that Mr. Talbot's fears...

are quite irrational.

So, we will remain
in this room together,

and once Mr. Talbot
has witnessed...

that the full moon
holds no sway over him,

that he remains a perfectly
ordinary human being,

he will have taken
his first small step...

down the long road
to mental recovery.

Quite so.

Now, we are all aware
that Mr. Talbot has suffered...

quite traumatic
personal experiences.

He witnessed his mother's
self-mutilations.

His young mind,
unable to accept it,

created
a fantastical truth...

that his father is to blame,

that his father
is literally...

a monster.

But... your father
is not a werewolf.

You were not bitten
by a werewolf.

You will not
become a werewolf,

any more than I
will sprout wings...

and fly out of that window.

Please. Please. Help me.

Oh, I think
that, uh, Mr. Talbot...

has something to say to us.

Stop it.

- Stop it.
- Speak up, Mr. Talbot.

Forgive me,
but we can't hear you.

You moron.

Tonight I will kill
all of you!

- I will kill all of you!

Yes, well, as you can see,
lycanthropy--

Please do something
about it!

is a disease of the mind,
existing--

Kill me.
somewhere in the deep--

Kill me!
recesses of Mr. Talbot's thoughts.

To him it seems very real.

The subject before you...

has undergone...

both pharmaceutical
and physical desensitizing--

The left controls--

- Dr. Hoenneger?
- That this particular malady derives...

from a manic state,
an overstimulation of the senses, more--

- Doctor! Doctor!

Get out of the way!

For God's sake!

Um, open-- open this door!

Uh, it seems
to be locked, sir.

Idiot! Open it!

Open the door!

Open this door!

Help me!

Davis.
Yes, sir?

Are you armed?
Yes, sir.

Give me your revolver,
quickly!

- Pardon me.

- Excuse me.

As you were.

Carter!
Sir.

Have you got a pistol?
Yes, sir.

Follow me.
Telegraph the Yard. Issue weapons.

All right, sir.
Now!

Right away, sir!

I don't suppose we have
any silver bullets. What?

- Clear the streets!

You two, with me.

Steady.

God help us.

Up ahead!

Start checking the docks!

Who's there?

Lawrence?

What are you doing here?

Oh, what have they
done to you?

I am what they say I am.

I'm a monster.

And so is my father.

- He killed Ben.

And my mother too.

I can help you.

There's no help for me.

If such things exist,

if they are possible,

then everything is.

Magic...

and God.

I can find a way
to stop it.

I must confess...

I envy my brother...

for the days
he had with you.

What joy
he must have felt.

I would have given
anything I own...

to have known you
in another life.

I must get back
to Talbot Hall and end this.

Lawrence.

Please, let me help you.

You already have.

Lawrence, don't.
Just st-stay here with me.

Stay here with me.

Miss Conliffe,
good morning.

Inspector.

May I impose?

I must ask you directly.
Have you seen Lawrence Talbot?

I'm sure by now you've
heard of his escape.

Yes, I've heard,
and, no, I haven't seen him.

Miss Conliffe,

I cannot stress to you enough
the mortal peril you're in...

should you find yourself
in his presence.

Thank you.
I'll be careful.

Miss Conliffe, I admire
your noble intentions.

You think
you can save him, but you can't.

I must insist
you come with me. Insist? He's not--

Carter!
He's not here, Inspector!

Take your hand off me.

Come on!
Take your hands off me!

- Come on now, woman!

Talbot?

Raise your arms and step out
where I can see you.

Talbot!

No!
Come on, come on!

Now there's
some bad luck for you.

- I'm looking for a woman called Maleva.

- Do you know her?

Whoa!

Thank you.

Psst!

What is it
you want from me?

Lawrence Talbot.

You know
what happened to him. You understand it.

Listen to me.
I need you to help me.

Leave him to his fate.

I have to save him.

Do you love him?

Just tell me what to do.

Will you condemn him,

or will you...

set him free?

Do you know
what that means?

Yes.

But I can't.
I can't do that.

He's still there.
I know he is. I know I can save him.

I'm begging you.
Tell me what to do.

There is no cure.

You are risking your life.

May the saints protect you
and give you strength to do what you must.

Whoa! Whoa there.

You're sure he'll come?

Yeah, quite sure.

Right.

Take the priory road.

Railway station.

South garden
to the river.

Tell Sir John
we're here.

And then just stay
close to the estate, but not too close.

If you see Talbot,

don't get caught
in a conversation.

Shoot him and kill him.

On sight!

Carter hasn't reported.

He's not at his post
in front of the house.

Miss Conliffe?

Wait!

Get the others.

I will arise
and go to my father...

and I will say unto him,
"Father, I have sinned against heaven and before thee.

I am no more worthy
to be called thy son."

And lo and behold,
there he stands--

the prodigal son,
for he is returned.

Shall I have my own robe
brought to be placed upon your shoulders?

Rings for your fingers?
Shoes for your feet?

What you should do
is pray,

but we both know
it wouldn't do any good.

Finita la commedia.

Are those Singh's
silver bullets in my gun? I'm sorry.

You have me at a disadvantage.

- It makes me happy.
- What does?

Well, seeing you here
like this.

My son returned.

It is glorious, isn't it?

No. It's hell.

Hell?

No. The beast is the beast.

Let it run free.

Poor little Lawrence.

You were the fragile one.

I removed the powder
from those shells many, many years ago.

But, uh, I confess...

I was quite overwhelmed
by your enormous courage.

Finally, you're the man
I always wanted you to be.

Lawrence! My boy.

Here.

Do you see her, Lawrence?

Do you feel her presence,
her power?

It'll be here soon,

coming from darkness
into light.

You're heir to my kingdom,
Lawrence.

You've always been heir
to my kingdom.

Lawrence?

No. Lawrence.

Lawrence?

No!

Run! Run!

Are you sure
you're all right, sir?

Go on.

Look at me, Lawrence.
You know me.

You know who I am.

Don't.
You know who I am!

Lawrence! Don't.

Look at me.

Lawrence, you know me.
You know me.

Remember me. Look at me.

It's Gwen.

Lawrence, it's Gwen.

Please.

Gwen.

Gwen.

No!

Gwen.

I'm sorry.

It had to be this way.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

It is said there is no sin in killing a beast,

only in killing a man.

But where does one begin
and the other end?