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(screaming)

(dramatic music)

(growling)

(panting)

(panting)

(growling)

(dramatic music)

(howling)

- She couldn't pinpoint exactly when she started doing it.

It was just something she did every day, like a hobby.

Some girls like makeup, others play sports,

Alice was into something a little different.

(upbeat music)

- Burying roadkill wasn't a choice for Alice.

It was an addiction, a moral compulsion.

All God's creatures deserved a respectful memorial.

And she was called to preside over their little funerals.

Now Alice was used to seeing mangled piles of limbs

and blood soaked fur,

but she had never seen anything like this before.

(upbeat music)

But Alice didn't discriminate.

She buried anything and everything,

no matter how strange.

We all look weird when we're dead.

An eerie feeling washed over Alice

as she walked away from the fresh grave.

But that emotion quickly evaporated

when she stumbled upon something else in the cemetery,

a ticket to the movies,

"Werewolf Wednesday" at the Brazos Cinema.

Some cinematic escapism was just what Alice needed.

She wasn't feeling quite herself lately.

The solitude of the cool dark theater

would alleviate the discomfort.

(dramatic music)

It was getting late.

Alice was expected home by now.

Just stick to the road she told herself.

She soon realized that would be impossible.

Alice always wondered what the old hotel looked like inside.

It was gutted and slowly rotting.

She feared she might suffer the same fate.

Growing up, she heard the ghost stories

surrounding the hotel.

But those spirits were no match for what was following her.

Alice knew her fate was inevitable.

She carved her own cross with her addiction.

She didn't give that strange creature peace

when she buried it in the cemetery.

She pissed it off, or so she thought.

Alice never left the theater that afternoon.

The monster was a hallucination,

a figment of her imagination.

Probably an effect of the rabies she contracted

weeks ago from one of her animals.

Let this be a cautionary tale.

Good intentions pave the way to hell.

- Leave him alone, he's just a boy.

- Boy.

- We were all just boys once.

(crying)

No, please.

Please don't...

Arno!

- Who's there?

- Arno!

- Love me! Kill me!

Love me! Kill me!

Love me! Kill me!

Love me! Kill...

- When I was a boy, I walked into the darkness,

into the forest after dusk, looking for my father.

What I learned was that I did not walk

into the darkness at all,

but I walked into the gates of hell instead.

My father had warned me

of a man that walked the wilderness,

that prayed in the night on those that wandered,

a cannibal in the trees.

The morning I found my father,

I learned that it was not a man,

not a man at all.

No man was capable of what they did to my father.

This was not a man.

This was something else entirely.

(screaming)

(screaming)

- Do you like it? - I do.

- When I was a boy, the beast killed my father.

As a man, it took away my wife and son.

It took from me all that has ever mattered

and all that mattered most.

It left me with only one option,

to kill it once and for all.

This abomination has an insatiable craving for flesh.

It thirsts for blood, so blood is what I shall give it.

I will feed its wants and I will feed its needs

and bring it to my door.

And once it's there, I will take my blade

and carve a hole in its chest

and I will feed it its own fucking heart.

Welcome to hell.

- Father.

- Oh God, no.

No, no!

No!

- You killed me!

You killed my mother!

- No, didn't I try?

- I tried.

- No.

- You didn't even bother to try to save us!

- Let this man die! - I tried to sa...

This isn't real.

- Look at you. - No, you're not my boy!

- No, you're not my boy!

No, no!

- You're my boy!

You're not my boy!

You're not my son!

Arno!

Arno!

- Come on, you son of a bitch.

- Warning!

This film is not for the faint of heart

or the faint of heart.

If you want zombies, vampires, or good taste,

then you're shit out of luck and leave now.

Are you brave enough to endure the cinematic depravity?

Shock, awe, gratuitous violence awaits.

And if you're here with a child,

what the fuck is wrong with you?

I give you Wolf Gee.

Gee, Wolf Gee, a scary movie.

(evil laughter)

(screaming)

- You're so weird. - Answer the question.

Who is sexier? The prince or the beast?

- They're the same person. - Stop avoiding the question.

The beast.

What? He just looks better hairy.

- You're a fool. - You're insecure.

You're a nut really. - A little bit.

I had a really nice time tonight.

You know what! It was fun.

Hm... Do you wanna? - Yeah!

Is that thing silver? - Oh, this?

No, it's from palma...

Take it off.

I mean I can take it home. But... you know what I mean.

No, James. This is important.

My flatmate. - Hm, hm.

- My flatmate is a werewolf. - Yeah, I'm quite alright.

Take it off.

No, no. Wrong door.

Oh, the belly of the beast. - Shut up! This way.

Sorry, I keep forgetting to charge this stupid thing.

Yeah, that's alright.

No one's going to disturb us.

- Where is loo? - Through the kitchen.

Right.

- Where's the kitchen?

- Next to the bishop, my granddad.

Your granddad?

Your granddad was Stalin?

- No, that's my granddad. - No, he isn't.

I need the loo.

Did you go to the loo?

Yeah.

What's wrong?

I thought we locked the door, right?

I didn't think it was a werewolf.

I know.

Okay, there's a UV light in the hallway.

I need to just go and get it.

What are you gonna do?

Follow the plan.

We need to get him back to his room.

Maybe he'll just go away.

He's still out there.

I've got an idea.

But I paid for dinner.

He paid for drinks.

Yeah, paid for the drinks.

Paid for your drinks.

And they were delicious.

Okay, find the UV light.

It should scare him away without hurting him too much.

Ready?

Can I get a kiss for good luck?

I think he's gone.

Is there a UV thing in your pocket

or are you just pleased to see me?

Both.

Excellent.

Is that supposed to be this house?

Yeah.

Right.

What is that? - Picture room with my granddad.

Stalin.

Forget it. Did you sign it?

This is what we're gonna do.

Where did he go?

What did you do to him?

I didn't do anything.

Maybe just choked on some feathers or something.

Gary. - Gary.

Shut up.

Gary, we talked about this.

You can't be in the flat when you change.

Your room or outside only.

Jess. - No, no, no.

Don't you charge anything?

You're not helping.

Jess.

It's the necklace. It's silver.

I told you to take that off.

I don't care. Just get him off me.

What are you doing? - Just trust me.

Turn it back on.

I can't. It's dead.

You don't say.

Grab the light.

I think you're right.

Hi. Hi. Gary, by the way.

How are you both?

I'm fine, obviously.

It was great meeting you.

We should do that again sometime or...

Yeah, I'll clean this up.

Would you like to go out again?

Okay.