All language subtitles for The Beast Must Die .Amicus Productions.1974.23.976 fps.English SDH

(eerie and tense orchestral music)

- [Narrator] This film
is a detective story

in which you are the detective.

The question is not who is the murderer,

but who is the werewolf?

After all the clues have been shown,

you will get a chance to give your answer.

Watch for the werewolf break.

(rhythmic funk music with blaring horns)

(helicopter whirring
over rhythmic percussion)

(engine rumbling)

(helicopter whirring)

- [Pilot] Have visual contact.

(rhythmic and quietly tense funk music)

(engine rumbling)

(footsteps crunching over
quietly tense funk music)

(engine rumbling)

(rhythmic and quietly
tense funk rock music)

- Have scanner contact,
repeat, have scanner contact.

Go!

(helicopter whirring over
quietly tense funk rock music)

- [Pilot] Target in woods,
have lost visual contact.

(quietly tense funk rock music)

(jarring organ accent)

(quietly tense funk rock music)

- Target heading towards
map reference 263475,

repeat, map reference 263475, intercept.

(engine rumbling to a stop)

(engine rumbling away)

(quietly tense funk rock music)

(Tom gasping)

(quietly tense funk rock music)

(engine rumbling)

Target at exactly map
reference 261471, intercept!

(engine rumbles to a stop)

(engine rumbling over quietly
tense funk rock music)

(console clacking)

Target breaking right.

(footsteps crunching)

(Tom thuds to ground)

(alarm buzzing)

Target taking cover, not moving.

(heartbeat thumping)

I can hear his heartbeats.

You're about 10 yards away.
(leaves rustling)

Zero in, number one.

He's right by ground mic 87.

(Tom gasping over tense percussion)

He's yours.

(Tom gasping over tense funk rock music)

You will get another chance, let him go.

(footsteps crunching over
tense funk rock music)

(tense horn accent)

Target now heading 0262475.

262475.

(Tom gasping over tense funk rock music)

(footsteps crunching)

- Bang, you're dead!

- Not until you pull that trigger, boy!

(trigger clacking)

(Tom panting over crunching footsteps)

- Number three, 10 yards to your right.

(footsteps crunching)

(Tom gasping)

(Tom sighs)

Target breaking right, intercept and kill.

(tense funk rock music)

(birds chirping)

(Tom sighs)

(footsteps crunching)

(guns cocking)

(birds chirping)

(gunfire roaring)

(Davina screaming)

(Caroline gasping over pattering footsteps)

(Caroline gasps)

(footsteps clacking)

(birds chirping)

(Tom laughing)

They're blanks, of course, an
added personal touch of mine.

I thought maybe, uh,

it would give you an extra kick.

Well, you are satisfied with my efforts?

- But I spotted the television cameras

and the mics you had staked in the ground.

They could be destroyed!

- But what you haven't seen is this.

(switch clicks)

The underground grid pattern.

Now, each one of those red
lights represents a microphone

buried immediately under the surface,

and each one can detect a human footstep

up to the range of one mile.

- OK, so the whole area's covered.

Now, what if deer or some other animal

moves into your fancy grid system?

- This analyzes and rates every vibration,

computerized to identify
bird, beast, or man.

- Now, what about this house?

- Yes, the house.

Up to the range of 100 yards,

there is a pressure
strip under the ground.

Nothing can cross that
without activating the alarms.

Nothing can penetrate your estate

without you knowing about
it and identifying it.

- And being able to pinpoint it.

- As I've proved to you with
you, yourself, as the target!

- Good, you've earned your money, Pavel.

- And since it is a great
deal of money, thank you.

May I now ask a question?

- Ask away.

- All this expense, why?

Protection?

- Against whom?

I have enemies, what big man doesn't?

In this world, you're either
the hunter or the hunted.

- And you are the hunter?

- Always.

On safari or in the board
room, it's all the same.

I go after what I want.

With money, that is not very difficult.

Money buys things, men shape events.

Half the kids I grew
up with are right there

in the same stinking shantytowns,

still hustling spooked
tourists for a living.

- And how did you, uh, shape events?

- I told you, I was born a hunter.

I set my sights on the right tourists.

Tracked it, snared it,

and allowed her to take
me to Miami, Florida.

I was very determined.

- Oh, I'm, uh, I'm quite aware

of your, uh, reputation.

Still, my question stands, why all this?

- Hmm, because this is
going to help me hunt

the biggest game of all.

(machinery humming)

(birds chirping)

- Perhaps you can tell us why you arranged

to have yourself shot.

- Certainly, just checking
the system's effectiveness.

- System, what system?

Men popping up out of the bushes,

and then frightening us to death?

- Oh, just part of my grand design.

The same plan that got you
all here at the same time.

Why do you think I invited you?

Because every one of you
sitting here in this room

has one thing in common, death.

You, Bennington, once you
were a United Nations delegate

til two members of your grubby entourage

mysteriously disappeared.

- There was an inquiry and
I was completely exonerated.

- So completely that they threw you

out of the diplomatic core.

Now, you're a part-time
television personality,

which I suppose makes you
everybody's houseguest.

- I don't have to take
that kind of talk from you!

- You just did.

And how about our friend,
the Maestro, here?

International concert pianist,

plays all over the world, or used to.

Now, there are certain European capitals

where he is not welcomed anymore.

Seems there were nasty
killings in those cities

and always when you were playing there.

All the victims were found
with their throats torn out.

- Tom, if you're trying to
completely ruin our weekend--

- And if you're trying
to protect Davina, no go.

She wasn't invited
because she's your friend.

She's here on her own account,

because funny things happen
when Davina Gilmore's

in a house party, like
you end up a guest short.

Some poor man or woman

quite dead and half-eaten.

- Tom, stop it!

- But you asked me to explain,

and I haven't finished yet!

Mr. Foote knows all
about eating human flesh.

Isn't that right, Paul,

you went to prison for it
once, didn't you, Paul?

- Well, somebody's been
doing his homework.

Still, that's no secret.

I started out to be a doctor.

- Really?

- Yes, really, there were nine

of us medical students involved.

We each ate a piece of human flesh.

Anatomical specimen!

- I know all that.

What I don't know is why.

- Curiosity, bravado, I don't know.

- Maybe you couldn't help yourself,

but that's more Dr. Lundgren's subject.

- My subject is archeology.

- But not your passion.

Your overwhelming
interest is the loup-garou.

- Oh, yeah.

- The what?

- I prefer to call it Rolok.

- Call it what you like,
the result's the same.

Human flesh torn out and eaten,

as one of you knows only too well,

(birds chirping)

because one of you
sitting here in this room

is a werewolf.

(dramatic and tense orchestral music)

- If only I could believe it was a joke,

but you never joke, ever!

So, that leaves only
one other alternative.

You're out of your mind.

- I have never been
more serious in my life.

- [Caroline] Serious?

- One of our guests is
a werewolf, I know it.

- Then why invite them here?

Send them home, please.

- They're here and they're staying.

- Tom, I don't know what you're planning.

I don't care, but please,

for my sake.

- Things are easy to give up,

but a dream, a dream of hunting and facing

what no man has ever trapped before,

to give up that dream, no way.

(door rattling)

- Tom?

What if the werewolf turns out to be me?

- Pow!

(door rattling)

(birds chirping)

(keys rattling)

(footsteps clacking over chirping birds)

(engine rumbles to life)

(footsteps clacking over
engine rumbling away)

(engine rumbles to life)

(engines rumbling over
rhythmic, tense funk rock music)

(tires screeching)

(engines rumbling over
rhythmic, tense funk rock music)

(tires screeching)

(engines rumbling over
rhythmic, tense funk rock music)

(tires screeching)

(birds chirping)

Where were you going?

- I was going to the village!

- You were trying to escape!

(birds chirping)

- You don't really believe that one of us

is a, a werewolf?

- I certainly do.

- And you think it is me!

- It's a possibility.

- Look, I'll tell you what.

I'll stay here, you let the others go.

- Who are you trying to protect, Davina?

Is it Davina?

Let's go back, uh, this way, please.

(birds chirping)

(machinery whirring)

Before the night's over, I'll
know exactly which one it is.

- [Pavel] Your werewolf, hmm?

- Hmm, a man who, by the
light of the full moon,

turns into a savage and ravening beast.

I understood they were very
common in your country.

- That is one of the
reasons I left my country,

why I escaped to England.

Away from a mentality that
believes in such things.

- Well, in Poland they may rely on garlic

and wolf bane strung about the house.

I prefer to make use of science.

- [Pavel] Well, if he's your werewolf,

I admire his taste in flesh.

- She used to be Jan's pupil.

Had a great scene going
until he gave her the push.

- [Pavel] Hmm, well, they
seem close enough now.

- Now, yes, Jan hasn't
played in over a year.

He got sick with some sort of virus.

As soon as Davina heard,
she dropped her jet-setting

and came back to him,
and he took her back.

It could be either one of them.

- She looks like butter
wouldn't melt in her mouth.

- Maybe she prefers meat, raw.

- Talking of raw meat, I, uh,

heard what you said in the conservatory.

- Last year in San Trope, a
man was found partially eaten.

Paul Foote spent the
summer there painting.

One of the paintings he did,

a man being attacked by a devil.

The face of that man--

- Was the face of the victim.

- Right, he claims he copied it

from a newspaper photograph, he claims.

Well, maybe he's telling
the truth, just maybe.

One of my guests is certainly lying,

but which one?

(eerie orchestral accent)

(liquid bubbling)

Many books have been
written to show the werewolf

does not exist, but tonight,
I'm going to prove them wrong.

The conditions are ideal.
(liquid bubbling)

First, one must have a
full moon, oh, thank you.

- Oh, and I'm supposed to be
your favorite neighborhood nut!

- Well, let's ask the scientist.

Dr. Lundgren, do you believe
such creatures exist?

- Each man, each woman has a
mass of glands in the throat,

here, the lymphatic glands.

Once it served a purpose, to
secrete into the bloodstream

a hormone, a fluid called lymph.

Now, this gland is the vital element

in the condition that creates a werewolf.

The fluid it releases
is a colorless alkaline

resembling blood but
containing no red corpuscles.

Once conveyed into the bloodstream,

it causes the disease, for disease it is,

which produces the werewolf.

- You sound sorry for the beast.

- Well, of course, it has no choice.

- No choice?

- It is totally unable to deny the urge

to feed on human flesh.

The primary symptoms are the
growing of more body hair

and, oh, what is the word?

Iklienda, ah, yes, the
itchiness of the skin, so--

- [Tom] Tell us what the
secondary symptoms are, Lundgren.

- As the lymphatic hormone breaks down,

the molecular structure of
the blood through the victim,

and make no mistake, the
werewolf is a victim,

begins to change identity.

Now, first the eyes, red,
like those of a mad dog,

then, the body also.

Finally, when the
transmogrification is complete,

the urge to eat human
flesh is uncontrollable.

It's appetite must be assuaged.

- Guess what, I've just lost mine.

- Go on, Doctor.

- Well, I'm afraid there's worse to come.

The werewolf will eventually
die of its condition,

die one of the most painful
and pitiful deaths imaginable.

In the early stages of the
disease, the blood recovers,

and the werewolf can regain
human shape almost at will.

But at last, the blood becomes
more and more unstable.

The white corpuscles can no
longer combat any disease,

any virus known to mankind.

This is what kills the werewolf.

- Well, if anyone feels
like eating after that,

he's welcome.

- I find it fascinating,
Dr. Lundgren is an expert.

He's been looking for a
werewolf all his life,

isn't that right, Doctor?

- (chuckles) But never, I
regret, have I ever caught one.

- How would you go about
catching one, Doctor?

- I'll tell you how.

He'd gather together a
number of possible suspects,

isolate them miles from
anywhere, wait for a full moon--

- Like tonight,

and then when the man or woman

was compelled to turn into a werewolf

and ran loose on the estate,

every inch of which has
been electronically bugged,

he'd take his rifle,

track it,

corner it,

and kill it as I shall.

- You know, I think we
can settle this matter

once and for all.

Oh, I hate to deprive Tom of his sport,

but if somebody wanted to kill a werewolf,

I can think of a simpler way.

- [Tom] What's that?

- Please.

This is silver, isn't it?

- [Tom] Of course.

- Am I right, Doctor, silver's
supposed to be poisonous

to the werewolf, even the touch of silver?

- Death would be almost instantaneous.

Minute particles of silver
will be absorbed by the skin

and, together with the lymphatic hormone,

would combine to make a deadly poison.

- (blowing) Then why
don't we pass this around?

If one of us is a werewolf and drops dead,

we can get on with our meal in peace.

- Great, a kind of
classy Russian roulette!

Give it here, mwah!

- I've always loathed party games,

what am I supposed to do, hmm?

There.

Satisfied?
(candlestick thudding)

- How about our hostess?
(candlestick thudding)

- There!

And since you've completely
succeeded in wrecking dinner,

I think I'll have a stiff drink.

- I'll join you.

(footsteps clacking)

- Well, if that was dinner,
I can't wait for the cabaret!

(footsteps clacking)

- [Dr. Lundgren] Your husband knew

the experiment could not work.

- Why not?

- [Dr. Lundgren] An essential
element was missing.

Pollen has to be in the air,

pollen from the plant wolf bane.

- You sound so disappointed!

- Oh, no, not really, but
I have waited many years.

You understand, it is rare
for all the necessary elements

to assemble as one at the same time.

First, there must be a full moon.

This activates the gland in the same way

as the full moon influences the seas,

the tides, the winds.

- The moon might make
me feel a little odd,

but I (scoffs) can't see
myself turning into a werewolf.

- Then you do not mind?
(Jan chuckles)

For that to happen, the lymphatic hormone

would have to be released
into your bloodstream.

The wolf bane pollen acts as an irritant,

the trigger mechanism if you like.

- Moral, stay away from harvest festivals.

- (chuckles) No, all
of us are safe enough.

Wolf bane does not grow in Great Britain,

and in any case, it only
pollinates during the autumn.

(animals chattering over
eerie orchestral music)

(door rattling)

(eerie orchestral music)

(door snapping)

(distant footsteps clacking)

(door slams shut)

(tense and eerie orchestral music)

(bird fluttering)

(tense and eerie orchestral music)

(swell of menacing orchestral music)

(hatchet thwacking)

(tense and eerie orchestral music)

(brush rustling)

(footsteps crunching)

(brush rustling)

(hatchet thwacking through leaves)

(tense and eerie orchestral music)

(door thwacking)

(footsteps crunching)

(tense and eerie orchestral music)

(basket rattling)

(barrel thwacking)

(menacing orchestral accent)

(footsteps crunching)

(tense and eerie orchestral music)

(hatchet thwacking)

(tense and eerie orchestral music)

(hatchet thwacking)

(tense and eerie orchestral music)

(ominous orchestral accent)

(animal chattering)

- The full moon.

Shame nobody thought to order--

- Wolf bane?

(footsteps clacking)

Carefully nurtured in the hot house

and pollinating beautifully.

- We've played pass the candlestick,

and I think we've put our guests

through enough for one evening.

- But there was no pollen in the air then!

(Tom blowing)

There is now.
(glass thunking)

How long before any change takes place?

- I do not know for sure.

If the werewolf is young,

and the disease in its early stages,

then the willpower may hold
off the change for a few hours.

- But not until morning
when the moon goes down.

- Oh, no, not for so long.

- Good!

Then, we wait.

The full moon lasts at least three days.

Oh, by the way,

we'll be alone in the house from now on.

I've given the staff a rest.

I'm sure Caroline will look
after you all beautifully,

won't you, Caroline?

- [Caroline] Of course, Tom.

(Paul sighs)

- It's called Aggro Art.

You cover a canvas with paint,

express your creative
aggression by beating it

with different sizes of whip.

- (sighs) I'm a landscape man myself.

- [Pavel] You really expect
something to happen, don't you?

- Of course.

Damn it, two of them are missing!

(switches thwacking)

Go closer.

Give me sound!

- [Davina] I can't think
what's got into Tom,

perhaps he's drunk.

- [Jan] Well, you've known him
longer than I have, Davina.

What's he really like?

- Well, I don't know him all that well.

Caroline, yes, we shared a flat together

before she got married.

Tom's stinking rich, of course,
but then, we all know that,

and he hunts, anything.

If it exists, Tom Newcliffe shot it.

(dog howling)

- The dogs are restless.

Must be the full moon.

- Don't you start, we came out here

to get away from all that grisly chat.

You don't believe all that stuff?

Gothic tales of werewolves
are as fake as this house.

- But the house exists!

I'm a sort of agnostic, maybe
they exist, maybe they don't,

but Tom is a true believer.

- (sighs) Suddenly this place
is giving me the creeps.

I'm glad you're here with me.

(lips smacking)

- Let's go inside.

You know, if we don't reappear,

Tom will think we've turned
into a pair of werewolves

and come after us with a gun.

- Do you still believe it could
be one of those lovebirds?

- Don't lose them!

(piano rendition of
Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata")

- So your king is in check.

- Mm-hmm, but not mate.

The game has hardly begun yet.

I think I'll have a brandy!

(flowing and moody piano)

(liquid bubbling)

Extraordinary, even the backs

of your hands are covered in hair!

- Well, you know what they say.

- No, I don't, I have no idea
who they are or what they say.

- Caroline will tell you.

- Oh, you mean the masculinity bit.

Personally, I've never been crazy

about animated teddy bears.

- (chuckles) I don't
know about teddy bears.

Your husband's expecting one of us

to change into a werewolf!

Any signs yet, Doctor?

(flowing, moody piano)

- [Dr. Lundgren] No, not yet.

- Then I hope no one minds
if I don't stick around.

Caroline?

- Sure, go on up.

- Young man, a simple
precaution, lock your door.

- In case someone starts

to eat his way through the guest list?

- Perhaps not so flippant,
but something like that.

- Poor beast, he,II get food poisoning!

(flowing, moody piano)

Night, all.

- [Arthur] Good night.
- Go with him!

- [Caroline] Good night, Paul.

(flowing piano rendition of
"Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven)

(footsteps clacking)

(fabric rustling)

(flowing, moody piano)

(footsteps crunching)

(door rattling)

(eerie orchestral music)

- As tight as you can go!

(eerie and unsettling orchestral music)

- I, uh, didn't think
to bug the bathrooms.

(eerie and tense orchestral music)

(razor snaps)

(eerie and tense orchestral music)

A great many men have
hairs on their chest.

- And also on the back of their hands?

The hell of it is I can't remember

if his were always that way.

Better check on the others.

- [Caroline] I'm terribly sorry about Tom.

He certainly does know how to put

the kiss of death on a party.

- [Arthur] A rather unfortunate
turn of phrase, madam.

- [Jan] You know, maybe we're all

a little bit crazy for coming here.

- [Arthur] You know,
there's a very good man

on Harley Street.

I should get Tom to go
and see him if I were you,

'cause he's clearly off his head.

Good night, darling, good night, Davina.

- [Davina] Good night.

- Mm, eavesdroppers seldom hear

anything good about themselves, you know?

Oh, you want me to tune
in on your guests in bed?

- I'm no voyeur.

(door snapping)

I'm gonna get some rest while
you keep your eyes open.

I don't want you to miss a heartbeat.

Anything stirs, anything at all,

let me know immediately.

(switch snaps)

(dramatic, vaguely eerie orchestral music)

(alarm buzzing)

- Mr. Newcliffe, Newcliffe!

Activity on the estate.

(tense, quietly menacing orchestral music)

Target heading fast and
steady towards the river.

- Visual contact?
(rifle rattling)

- Not yet.

(tense, quietly menacing orchestral music)

But whatever it is, it's
keeping close to cover.

- I know what it is.

- Computer identifies target as large,

four-legged animal, weight 159 pounds.

- That's what I said, zero me in!

(dramatic orchestral accent)

(tense and eerie orchestral music)

- Control to hunter,
target static at river.

(footsteps crunching over tense
and eerie orchestral music)

Control to hunter, move
to your left, 45 degrees.

Target, uh, moving to the north.

Control to hunter, maintain
course to intercept.

Repeat, maintain course to intercept.

(tense and eerie orchestral music)

Control to hunter, target
making straight for you.

Target heading straight at you, hunter.

Range, range 200 yards and closing.

Target, 150 yards.
(computer beeping)

150 yards and closing.

To your north, Newcliffe, directly north.

Target 100 yards and closing.

Target slowing.
(computer beeping)

Target stopped, no,
target moving very slowly.

Target heading directly for you.

(tense and eerie orchestral music)

I have you in vision, hunter.
(computer beeping)

Target 80 yards away.

(computer beeping over tense,
eerie orchestral music)

Target edging south, following
the contours of the clearing.

Good, you're following his move.

Target coming, hunter.

(brush rustling over tense,
eerie orchestral music)

It's almost on you.

(brush rustling over tense,
eerie orchestral music)

(dramatic and ominous orchestral music)

(gunshot cracking)

(blaring horn accent)

(gunshots cracking)

(gun cocking)

(tense funk rock music)

Control to hunter, is that you moving

towards the house or the target?

- I'm not moving.

(tense funk rock music)

- Did you have visual contact?

- [Tom] Just the shape, and you?

- On the monitor, the same, just a shape.

- [Tom] Zero me in again, Pavel!

(computer beeping over tense funk music)

- Target heading straight for
the house, and closing fast.

(quietly eerie orchestral music)

- He's coming for you, Pavel!

To stop you guiding me!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Range 100 yards and closing,

and I don't believe in werewolves.

- I don't care what you believe in, Pavel,

but for God's sake, protect yourself, man!

Lock the door, find something silver!

(alarm beeping)

- Control to hunter, target
inside pressure strip

and out of external scanner range.

- Get something silver!

- Don't worry, hunter, I
can do better than that.

(dramatic and tense orchestral music)

(cartridge snapping)

(gun cocking)

(alarm buzzing over dramatic
and tense orchestral music)

(switches clicking over eerie
and tense orchestral music)

(alarm buzzing over eerie
and tense orchestral music)

(eerie orchestral music)

(gunshots cracking)

(tense and eerie orchestral music)

(Pavel gasps)

(werewolf growls)

(glass shattering)

(Pavel groans)

(muffled screaming over
dramatic orchestral music)

(rhythmic and tense funk rock music)

(door rattling)

(machinery clattering)

(electricity crackling)

(tense orchestral music)

- [Tom] Pavel, Pavel!

(dramatic orchestral
accent with clanging gong)

(machinery clattering)

(clock ticking)

- Didn't you hear shots?

- It was me, nothing to worry about.

(footsteps clacking)

I thought I saw a poacher.

- Did you get him?

- I'm sure I heard a scream.

- [Jan] Maybe it was a dog howling.

- Where is Paul Foote?

(footsteps thudding)

(door rattling)

(switch clicks)

Come on, no use playing possum!

- [Paul] What's the matter?

- Wake up, damn you!

- Huh?

- Sleeping pills.

(Paul groans)

- Thank God he's all right,

that we're all all right.

- And no one is missing?

- No,

no one is missing.

(helicopter whirring)

- [Pilot] Calling Mr. Newcliffe.

- Good morning.

Change of plan, I want you to install

the night eye camera
and the scanner screen.

- [Pilot] OK.

- Good, and to be on standby
at the house tonight,

I'll need you, over and out.

(helicopter whirring)

- [Arthur] Oh, come along,
Dr. Lundgren, your go.

- [Dr. Lundgren] You were going to show me

how to hold the mallet.

- [Arthur] How to hold the mallet?

Now, right hand down on the slip, you see?

Now--

- Can you tell Tom, he'll
take it better from you.

- Sure, I will.

Tom, Davina's worried, it seems poor Jan's

had some kind of setback,

and she's determined to
get him back to town.

She'd like to leave right away.

Tom!

Tom!

(birds chirping)

- [Dr. Lundgren] Oh, they
have spoiled her call.

- [Arthur] Oh, no, no, nevermind.

Very near, dear, bad luck,
though it isn't easy.

(parts snapping)

(birds chirping)

(bag rustling)

(hood crunches closed)

(footsteps pattering)

- Go back.

(footsteps pattering)

Go back.

(footsteps pattering)

(birds chirping)

(bow rattling)

(dog barking)

(footsteps crunching
over distant dog barking)

(arrow whooshing)

(arrow thwacking)

- Missed!

Want a drink?

- Why aren't you with the others?

- Been tracking you,
(laughs) hunting the hunter!

Smile, you're on Candid Camera,

or didn't you know you
have television cameras

growing on your trees.

- Sure, I know, they
took years to cultivate.

- What's that, picnic lunch?
(bag rustling)

(water bubbling)

- The rotary arms for every
automobile on the estate

are at the bottom of the river.

- [Arthur] What?

- Oh, don't worry, I'll
have them all replaced

at my expense before you leave.

- [Arthur] Well, thanks a lot!

- You knew damn well I wanted
to get Jan back to town.

- And I wanted you to stay, all of you.

Of course, if anyone cares to walk,

it's only 12 miles to the village.

- This whole business is preposterous!

I-I won't be kept here against my will!

I'll call the police if necessary!

- Unfortunately, the telephones

seem to be temporarily out of order.

- [Arthur] You know, you have taken

complete leave of your senses!

- For just one more night.

All the conditions are perfect.

So,
(metal tinging)

it won't be long now.

(Tom blowing)

Anyone care to play the candlestick game?

- [Paul] We went through
that circus last night.

- Scared?

- There, no fangs, now why don't you take

your solid silver werewolf
diviner and shove it!

- What about you, Bennington?

- You know, if I had my way,

we'd read about that
candlestick in tomorrow's press.

Millionaire hunter done to
death with a blunt instrument!

- All bluff and bluster, but...

And what about our little lady friend

who's so anxious to get out of here?

Maybe she has reasons we don't know about.

Care to show us, Davina?

- Leave her alone, Newcliffe!

- Careful, Jan, mustn't excite yourself.

All of you, sitting here
so innocent and so scared!

You think I've gone off my head?

Well, I've checked you
out, you're all suspects!

One of you is a werewolf, I know it!

- Enough!

(glass shattering)

I've had enough!

- Maybe I should've looked closer to home.

- Closer to home?

I don't recognize you anymore.

You have to win all the time!

I've watched you climb
to the top of the heap,

and I've gone along with you.

- Don't tell me you didn't enjoy the ride!

- But not anymore.

You've let your passion for
hunting turn into a blood lust,

and I'll have no part of it.
(tableware clanging)

This is what you wanted, blood? (scoffs)

- Leave her alone.

(footsteps clacking)

When the time comes, I'll be waiting.

(candlestick slams on counter)

(gun clacking over tense orchestral music)

(eerie and tense orchestral music)

(soldering iron hissing)

(distant howling)

(eerie and tense orchestral music)

(doors rattling over
tense orchestral music)

- Tom?

Tom, Tom,

Tom, for God's sakes!

- Shh,
(distant howling)

it's out there on the loose, listen!

(distant howling)

- [Caroline] But we're all here!

(doors rattling over
tense orchestral music)

- Paul Foote isn't!

(helicopter engine whirring to life)

Let's go!

(helicopter whirring)

- Are they silver?

- Right, for a very special guest.

(helicopter whirring)

Same grid run as before.

I want you to sweep in a box pattern.

- No instructions from the house?

- No, we're on our own tonight.

Infrared camera set up?

- [Pilot] Slung immediately below us.

- Good.

(helicopter whirring)

(tense orchestral music)

We've lost him!

(eerie and tense orchestral music)

We've passed him below us at 9 o'clock!

Turn around!

(eerie and tense orchestral music)

(helicopter whirring)

(eerie and tense orchestral music)

(machine gun fire rattling)

Swing 'round!

(eerie and tense orchestral music)

He's headed for the marsh!

(helicopter whirring over
frantic orchestral music)

(machine gun fire rattling)

(glass shattering)

Take me down!

- [Pilot] Right.
- I've got him!

(tense and dramatic orchestral music)

(machine gun fire rattling)

(glass shattering)

(gunfire rattling)

(pottery shattering)

(eerie orchestral music)

(werewolf panting)

(eerie orchestral music)

(switch clicking)

(eerie orchestral music)

(wood cracking and rumbling)

(dog barking)

Caroline, stay where you are!

He's in there somewhere.

(muffled rustling)

(werewolf growling over
tense orchestral music)

(dog barking over guttural growling)

(Caroline screams)

(barking and growling over
frantic orchestral music)

(Caroline shrieks)

(Caroline screams over
blaring horn accent)

(gunshots cracking)

(Pilot shrieks)

(wolf growling over dramatic
and tense orchestration)

(gunfire rattling)

(explosion rumbling)

(dramatic and tense orchestral music)

(wolf growling and groaning)

(gunfire rattling)

(flames crackling over
tense orchestral music)

(flames whooshing)

(flames crackling)

(Caroline sobbing)

- He's hurt badly!

(Caroline sobbing)

- Davina, please take
Caroline back to the house.

(Caroline sobbing and gasping)

Could you see that they get back safely?

- [Dr. Lundgren] Of course.

(flames crackling)

(gun cocking)

(gunshot cracking)

(flames whooshing and crackling)

(clock ticking)

(gunshot cracking)

(footsteps clacking)

- It's like living in a shooting gallery!

- Where were you?

- When? I've been lots of places.

- Earlier, when I checked your room

and the wolf was out there on the loose

and you were nowhere to be found!

- Oh, then, well, I
heard some howling, too,

so I thought I'd slip out
and take a look for myself.

There isn't a crime in that, is there?

- I went up in the helicopter to hunt it.

I saw the beast, all right,
but I didn't see you!

- Oh, I saw you, though, blasting
away from your whirlybird.

- Can't prove any of it,
though, can you, Foote?

And you, where were you?

- I-I went out, too, but
like Paul, I can't prove it.

- And when you came back?

- I got back into bed, I heard
somebody come in after me.

He fell on the stairs.

- That was me, (chuckles)
tripping over my own feet.

- Out there, a man lies dead.

My pilot had his throat
torn out by one of you!

Once you have tasted
human flesh, you can then

change back into your present shape,

but neither of you has escaped me yet!

- Bennington's not here.

- Stay where you are!

(eerie and tense orchestral music)

(door slams shut)

(switch clicks)

(eerie and tense orchestral music)

(jarring and dramatic orchestral accent)

(door slams shut)

(birds chirping)

But even if the phone was working,

can you imagine explaining
to some village cop

that Arthur Bennington
was killed by a werewolf?

And not only Bennington,
there's the pilot as well!

- But we should get
the police in any case!

- No.

- Tom, two men are dead, doesn't
that mean anything to you?

- Two killings in one night,

that means the disease
has gotten a firmer hold,

and your resistance, or
yours, is getting weaker.

Tonight is my last chance, the
last night of the full moon,

and I warn you both,

tonight the beast must die and will.

(birds chirping)

(footsteps crunching)

(Paul gasping over crunching footsteps)

(Paul groans)

(Paul gasps)

(animals chattering)

(Paul gasping)

(electricity crackling)

(Paul groans)

(electricity humming)

(Paul gasping)

(branch cracking)

(Paul groaning)

(gun cocking)

(dramatic orchestral accent)

(Paul gasping)

(eerie and tense orchestral music)

- [Narrator] This is the werewolf break.

Have you guessed who the werewolf is?

Is it Paul Foote,

Jan,

Davina,

Dr. Lundgren,

Caroline?

You have 30 seconds to give your answer.

(clock ticking)

Made up your mind?
(eerie orchestral music)

Let's see if you're right.

- It has to be you!

You knew you couldn't
hold out much longer,

so you tried to make a
run for it, didn't you?

- No, it's not that at all.

I am scared, and I have
every right to be scared.

Last night, two men had
their throats ripped out!

I don't want to be the third victim!

- You're scared all right,

scared about how many people

you know you'll have to kill tonight!

Isn't that more like the truth?

- It can't be me, (panting)
and I can prove it!

There.

I held it last night at dinner, remember?

- We all held the damn
thing last night at dinner,

and poor old Arthur Bennington still died!

- It has to be you.

You couldn't account for
your movements last night,

and today you tried to leave the estate.

It all fits!

But can you explain why
silver has no effect?

- If contact is made, silver must kill.

- But I'm alive!

- But in this day and age,
it would be simple enough

to protect the skin with a plastic coating

such as to be used on
cuts or nail varnish.

- There's nothing on my hand!

Look!
(candlestick clangs to floor)

- It was just a possible explanation.

- Every one of these is silver.

Nobody's going to varnish
the inside of his mouth.

Now you!

One for each of you, and enough to spare.

(gun cocking)

(eerie and tense orchestral music)

Mustn't play favorites.

- Time for my pill?

(Caroline gasps)

(eerie and tense orchestral accent)

(Davina screams)

(Werewolf growling)

(Werewolf whimpers)

(gunshots cracking)

- It couldn't be her,
it couldn't be Caroline!

(slap cracking)

- Jan, take her out of here.
(Davina whimpering)

(Davina shrieking)

- I killed her.

- Foote, see if you can help with Davina.

Go on, man, get out!

I'll take care of things here.

- All the time, it was Caroline,

and I killed her.

(liquid bubbling)

(bottle tinging)

She was with me in the barn last night

at the same time that
the werewolf was there.

I can believe my own eyes, can't I?

And she held the candlestick at dinner.

- If a human being is bitten
by a werewolf and lives,

he or she becomes a werewolf.

The fatal hormone is
transferred with the bite.

- But Carol wasn't bitten, her dog was!

- Caroline had an open wound on her hand

from the glass she broke at dinner.

The blood from her dog,
already infected by the beast,

made her a victim also.

- Then the original werewolf is--

(Davina screaming)

(tense and dramatic orchestral music)

(clanging gong)

(Davina sobbing)

- There, hush!

After this attack, it
may try for another kill.

- Then it's him and me.

Huh, one bullet left,
that's sporting enough.

Look after Davina.

- I will.

- And don't leave the house.

- Come.

(eerie and tense orchestral music)

(werewolf howling)

(footsteps pattering)

(eerie and tense orchestral rock music)

(distant footsteps pattering)

(eerie and tense orchestral rock music)

(werewolf howling)

(eerie and tense orchestral rock music)

(swell of rhythmic and tense percussion)

(werewolf growling over blaring horns)

(rhythmic and tense orchestral rock music)

(werewolf growling)

(Tom groans)

(tense orchestral rock music)

(Tom groans)

(werewolf barking)

(werewolf growling over
tense orchestral rock music)

(gunshot cracking)

(Tom sighs)

(swell of eerie and
unsettling orchestral music)

(ominous and dramatic orchestral music)

(footsteps pattering)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I'm sorry, Davina.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Dr. Lundgren] Are you hurt?

- Just bruised to hell.

(eerie and tense orchestral music)

(fabric ripping)

(dramatic orchestral accent)

It bit me.

The werewolf bit me! (chuckles)

(tense and dramatic orchestral music)

(unsettling orchestral accent)

(tense and dramatic orchestral music)

- There must be a cure, there must be!

- There is only one cure.

(door rattling)

(gun rattling and cocking)

(gun snapping)

(gunshot rumbling)

(rhythmic and dramatic funk rock music)