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[retro musical flourish]

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[dramatic music]

[carriage rumbling]

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.

[Archie grunting]

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.

[horse whinnying]

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.

[crow cawing]

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.

[Willie] Onwards!

[whip cracking]

[hooves clopping]

[wolves howling]

[chains jangling]

No funny business from you, you understand?

Thank you.

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

[knocking at door]

Jesus, you're a welcoming fella.

[man growling]

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-

[blow landing] [Archie grunting]

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.

[door creaking heavily]

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.

[stairs creaking]

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.

[Horrace] 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.

[chuckling] 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.

[door creaking]

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.

[Martha] 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.

[laughing] 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?

[chuckling] 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.

[punch landing]

I'm sure that can be arranged.

This is your room at the end of the hall.

[door closing]

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.

[thunder rumbling]

[floor creaking]

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.

[both laughing evilly]

Jane, quickly!

[rain pattering]

[hooves clopping]

[horse whinnying] [man laughing cruelly]

[gun firing]

[man cackling and wheezing]

[men singing drunkenly in distance]

♪ So we'll roll the old chariot along ♪

♪ And we'll roll the golden chariot along ♪

♪ So we'll roll the old chariot along ♪

♪ An' we'll all hang on behind ♪

♪ Oh, a night with the girls wouldn't do us any harm ♪

♪ Oh, a night with the girls wouldn't do us any harm ♪

[Rev. Pankhurst] Bring in the girls!

♪ Oh, a night with the girls wouldn't do us any harm ♪

♪ An' we'll all hang on behind ♪

[glass breaking]

♪ So we'll roll the old chariot along ♪

♪ An' we'll all hang on behind ♪

What madness is this?

Get outta my face, you filthy, drunken pig!

You grumpy git, you! [belching]

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.

[laughing loudly] 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.

[thunder crashing]

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.

[Bernard belching]

Sleep tight, Councilor.

Sweet dreams, Councilor.

Sleep tight, Councilor.

Sleep tight, Councilor.

[Vincent laughing menacingly]

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.

[wolf howling in distance]

[Bernard snoring]

[bed thumping]

[thunder rumbling]

Go on lovely, like you mean it.

[Minnie moaning]

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

That's it!

Jesus, oh, [moaning]

[Horrace chuckling]

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Oh God, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes, oh.

[Horrace shouting and moaning]

[bed creaking]

[Horrace screaming]

[wolf howling]

[urine splashing]

Oh, Jesus Christ!

[Archie sputtering]

Stop your moaning and go to sleep.

[thunder rolling]

[suspenseful music]

[Archie sighing]

[thunder cracking]

[handcuffs clicking]

[floor creaking]

[Horrace snoring]

[door squeaking]

[floor creaking]

[crunching noises]

[man laughing]

[Vincent] You're rusting me saw.

It's hardly getting through the bone.

You gotta put your back into it.

[Vincent] I am, woman.

I am.

[bone crunching]

[Vincent laughing]

[Martha] Pass me the head.

Don't let it drip everywhere,

you're gonna stain the furniture.

[Vincent] What's that noise?

Somebody's there!

[Archie panting]

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.

[doorknob rattling]

[dramatic music]

[Martha] Somebody's awake.

Did they see us?

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

[Horrace chuckling lustily]

Mr. Raycraft.

Mr. Raycraft, wake up!

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

you saucy minx?

[urine splashing]

Jesus wept!

Your breath stinks like piss!

Please Mister Raycraft, 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.

[gun cocking]

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.

[door creaking]

[liquid splashing]

[grunting]

Vincent, what are you doing with the head?

[Vincent] [grunting] I thought you had it.

[Martha] I told you to chuck it in after the legs.

[Vincent and Martha grunting]

[dramatic musical sting]

[Horrace screaming]

[Archie] Shh!

[door slamming]

Did you hear something, brother?

[Vincent] 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! [cackling wildly]

My gun, Archie!

Quickly lad!

[gun clattering]

[men screaming]

[Martha laughing]

[objects clattering]

[ax landing]

[Martha screaming]

[Archie screaming]

[Horrace screaming]

[gun cocking]

[glass breaking]

[gun firing]

Jesus woman, you could have

had my bloody head off with this.

[Martha screaming]

[Martha laughing]

Get off me you fucking mad bitch!

Jesus!

[handle striking]

[Horrace screaming]

Shoot her, Archie!

Get this made bitch off me!

[gun firing]

No, her!

Sorry!

[Vincent laughing]

[chamber pot thudding]

[Martha groaning]

[knives scraping]

[gun firing]

[gun clicks]

Come here sweetness, we're dismembering the guests.

[knife hitting flesh]

[Archie screaming]

[Vincent cackling]

What's all this bastardin' racket?!

I'm totally shagged and barely had an hour

of me beauty sleep!

[knife clanging]

Fine!

Be as loud as you want,

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

[women's muffled screams]

[Horrace groaning]

[blow landing]

[Martha screaming]

[Vincent laughing]

[Horrace screaming]

[Horrace] Archie!

Archie, where's me pistol?

[all groaning]

Help me untie these knots!

[Archie screaming]

Sorry, lad.

[Vincent growling]

[chair striking]

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.

[Martha] Get out of the way!

[ax crunching]

[Martha laughing]

[all screaming]

Horrace!

Hurry up, man!

You're stressing me out!

[gun firing]

[body thudding]

[all panting]

Martha!

My Martha, no!

Vincent Hogwood, I'm placing you under arrest.

Archie, tie him up!

[running footsteps]

What did I miss?

[wind howling]

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.

[thunder rumbling]

You can chop her into bits

and we'll make the bloody offering.

[body thudding]

[gun cocking]

Do it, man!

Not me own sister, Councilor, please.

Do as he says, Vincent.

I'm sorry, Martha.

[thunder cracking]

[saw grating]

[body squelching]

Eww.

Ooh.

[men retching]

Thank God you found us.

We couldn't have left the rest of you.

Here.

This might sting.

[Archie crying out]

Sorry.

Sorry.

It's all right.

It's all right.

[Archie gasping]

[emotional music]

Thank you for taking care of me.

It's the least I could do, sir.

Archie.

Whittock.

Jane.

It's a pleasure. [wincing]

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.

[thunder rumbling]

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.

[baby cooing]

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. [spitting]

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.

[baby fussing and crying]

[wind moaning]

[leaves rustling]

[ominous music]

[bell dinging]

[wolves howling]

[terrifying music]

[werewolves growling]

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!

[werewolf growling and stomping]

Have mercy, master!

[Vincent screaming]

Have mercy, God!

[werewolf roaring]

I don't think he's coming back.

[blows landing on door]

Is that you, Mr. Hogwood?

[glass shattering]

Did they accept me offering?

[door crashing]

That'll be a no, I reckon!

Run, men!

[men screaming]

We meet again, bastard hound of Satan!

[gun firing]

[Bernard laughing triumphantly]

Oh, bugger that!

[intense choral music]

There's more of 'em!

[werewolves growling and stomping]

No!

[furniture breaking and tumbling]

It's not gonna hold!

Take cover, lads!

[Horrace screaming]

[werewolf pounding on doors]

[gun firing]

What was that?

Stay here.

I go and look.

No, I'll go. [exclaiming in pain]

Hide the baby.

[intense music]

[gun firing] [werewolf roaring]

[dramatic musical sting]

[Minnie gasping]

I think I just shat me pants.

[werewolf screaming]

[gun cocking]

[werewolf farting]

[Rev. Pankhurst crying out]

[werewolf farting]

[Rev. Pankhurst sobbing]

[werewolf growling]

[gun firing]

[gun firing]

[Minnie breathing heavily]

Minnie?

Don't make a sound.

Hide.

What is it, Minnie?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

[Minnie screaming]

[frenetic music]

[Rev. Pankhurst screaming]

[werewolf roaring]

[fabric ripping]

[paper tearing]

[gun cocking]

[flesh tearing]

Shoot him, Horrace!

[paper ripping]

[gun firing]

[Bernard laughing]

[kick landing]

Get away from me you ugly son of a bitch!

[book thumping]

Oh no!

Not my eye!

Oh God no, my eye!

My eye!

[eye squirting]

[Bernard screaming]

[Minnie screaming]

[blows landing]

Bernard!

[werewolf roaring]

[dramatic musical crescendo]

[intense choral music]

[gun firing]

[flesh tearing]

[gun firing]

[head thumping]

[men breathing heavily]

[werewolf growling] [man screaming]

Oh, Bernard!

It's too late.

He's gone.

[Bernard] Help me!

I'm still alive!

[flesh crunching]

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

Aye.

God rest his soul.

[Bernard] Someone come and shoot the bloody thing!

Don't!

It'll be suicide.

[intense music]

[baby crying]

[werewolf growling and stomping]

[baby screaming]

[Archie screaming]

[Jane and baby screaming]

[Archie shouting]

[Jane screaming]

Eat me!

Come and eat me!

[Minnie groaning]

[thumping at door]

It's all right.

We're safe in here.

[Archie strangling]

Archie no!

No!

[Minnie roaring]

Archie!

Now we're safe.

[door crashing]

[gun firing]

What happened to you?

Don't ask.

[flesh squelching]

[man coughing]

[man grunting]

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.

[gun cocking]

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!

[Archie panting]

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?

[sighing] 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.

♪ As I was a-walking one morning in May ♪

♪ To hear the sweet birds sing aloud from the square ♪

♪ I espied a young damsel, so sweetly sang she ♪

♪ Down by the green bushes she chanced to meet me ♪

♪ I stepped up to her and thus I did say ♪

♪ Why wait you my fair one so long by that way ♪

♪ I'll buy you fine beavers and a fine silken gown ♪

♪ I will buy you fine petticoats ♪

♪ With the unce to the ground ♪

♪ If you prove loyal and constant to me ♪

♪ And forsake your one true love, I'll be married to thee ♪

[glass cracking]

[wind blowing]

[Bernard] Gilbert Pankhurst.

Help me. [groaning]

No.

Let me in.

No, don't listen, man.

Let me in.

It's just the walls talking again.

[Bernard] Let me in.

[Werewolf Bernard groaning and screaming]

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!

[dramatic music]

Reverend, guard the entrance!

[Werewolf Minnie growling]

Bernard it's me, Gilbert!

You can't even remember Gilbert?

Have you come back for your rum?

[furniture breaking]

You drank it all ya daft bastard!

[door creaking and crashing]

[Werewolf Bernard roaring] [Rev. Pankhurst screaming]

[gun firing]

No, no!

Minnie?

[Werewolf Minnie roaring]

How is she?

Incredibly hairy.

Oh, that don't seem like Minnie.

[wood cracking]

[Archie screaming]

[gun firing]

Run!

[baby crying]

Over here!

[Werewolf Bernard roaring]

[Rev. Pankhurst screaming]

[claws ripping]

[Horrace] 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.

[Horrace] Hurry!

Oh my God!

[spine snapping]

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

Go, lad!

[Jane panting]

[Horrace screaming]

[blood squirting]

[hand scuttling]

[ax chopping]

[whimsical music]

[Horrace shouting]

No, no, no, no, no!

[Werewolf Minnie growling]

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

[Horrace screaming]

What's that?

I'm not sure.

A mouse?

It's a big mouse, Archie.

A rat, then?

It's not a bloody rat.

[Horrace screaming]

[gun firing]

[body thudding]

That'll learn ya.

Bitch, go on, die!

And to think I fucked you!

[Archie screaming]

[frenetic music]

[Werewolf Bernard growling]

[dramatic music]

You're still a filthy, drunken pig.

[gun firing]

[body thudding]

[Archie screaming]

[slapping]

Oi!

[high-pitched screaming]

It's all right, sweetheart.

Mother will be back soon.

[Archie screaming and whimpering]

Archie!

[fire crackling]

Thanks.

[werewolf roaring]

[Archie screaming]

No, no!

Archie!

[flesh tearing]

[music slows dramatically]

[werewolf roaring]

[baby crying]

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

[Jane gasping]

[blow landing]

[skull cracking]

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.

[Archie coughing]

No, no, no, no, no.

No, don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

[wind rustling]

[somber music]

"I will strengthen you and help you.

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

[baby crying]

Archie!

Archie!

Get back, it's begun!

[flesh squelching]

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. [groaning]

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.

[Archie screaming]

It's happening; go!

Don't hurt him!

Just run, Jane!

We've gotta leave this inn.

[Archie groaning and growling]

Damn ye lad!

Damn ye!

Reverend, we need to leave!

Help me move this furniture.

Quick!

[door crashing]

[Horrace screaming]

[baby crying]

[Jane gasping]

[dramatic musical crescendo]

[Werewolf Archie roaring]

[Werewolf Archie howling]

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.

[Werewolf Archie roaring]

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!

[gun firing]

[flesh crackling]

[emotional music]

[Archie gasping]

Jane.

[music climaxes]

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.

[Horrace laughing]

Oh, and before I forget, the witness reports

and warrant for your arrest.

[paper tearing]

No hard feelings.

[birds singing]

[werewolf growling]

[sinister music]

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