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You're attacking our friends and turning them into monsters!

This is what I am.

Everyone tells me you're on the wagon.

I wouldn't expect you to understand.

And one night I decided to go for a walk.

(SHRIEKS)

GEORGE: I was only scratched. I survived.

-(SCREAMING) -MITCHELL: There's no escape from it.

GEORGE: Then why are we even trying?

(SCREAMING)

GEORGE: We have to protect the household.

ANNIE: You have just smashed up the household.

-But... You're a ghost! -Yeah, okay.

MAN: She can't be seen by humans.

Bad dog.

HERRICK: This is nature. This is tectonic plates shifting.

-What did you do to her? -You just need to let her drink from you.

-Do something. -Not another one, I can't.

And the only thing you and me get to choose,

is which side we're on when it happens.

MITCHELL: He should be dead within 30 seconds.

(PIERCING SCREAM)

The werewolf heart is about two-thirds the size of a human's.

But in order to shrink, first it has to stop.

-In other words, he has a heart attack. -(SCREAMING)

All the internal organs are smaller, so while he's having his heart attack,

he's having liver and kidney failure, too.

And if he stops screaming, it's not because the pain has dulled.

His throat, gullet and vocal chords are tearing and reforming.

He literally can't make a sound.

By now the pituitary gland should be working overtime,

flooding his body with endorphins to ease some of the pain,

but that, too, has shut down.

Anyone else would have died of shock long ago, but it won't let him.

And that's the thing I find most remarkable.

It drags him through the fire and keeps him alive and

even conscious to endure every second.

Nothing like this could just evolve. This is the fingerprint of God,

an impossible lethal curse, spread by tooth and claw,

victim begets victim, begets victim.

It's so cruel, it's... Perfect.

(HOWLING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

How the hell do you get home?

You've got no clothes, no transport.

I guess you ring someone.

Though God only knows where you keep the change for the phone.

(GASPS IN FEAR)

George, come back.

(GASPING)

George. I know what you are.

What?

-What? -I know what you are.

And what... What's that?

-A werewolf. -Ha.

That's...

Why, why would you say something like that?

Because I'm one, too.

Wait a second, George. I just want to talk.

Look. You gonna walk home like that?

I brought spare clothes, at least take them. You'll be arrested.

Where did you get them?

-What? -The clothes.

You say you transformed last night as well, but you're dressed.

You've got these, how do I know you even are one of them?

One of "them"?

This soon after your transformation, your senses are still in overdrive.

Sight, smell, hearing, all off the scale. And every one of them

is talking to you, screaming at you,

that this is true.

Look. I've been doing this for years

and there's loads of things that I've discovered. Not just the clothes.

Tricks of the trade, things that'll make it just a little bit easier.

I don't want to make it easier.

I don't want it to be something I accept and allow into my life.

Oh, no, sure, you're a single hospital porter.

I bet your week's a round of ambassador's receptions.

I have a life. I have friends. I live with some friends, I do.

-A ghost and a vampire, actually. -(THUNDER RUMBLING)

-A vampire? -Oh, yes. They exist, too, you know?

Yeah, I know they exist.

I keep getting beaten up by the bastards.

Who are you, anyway?

-People call me Tully. -Well, how did you find me?

You're a werewolf living in Bristol.

-It kind of narrows the field. -Why?

-Why did you find me? -Because...

Safety in numbers.

I hear stuff.

-(THUNDER RUMBLING) -Something's about to happen.

I figure that me and... We should stick together.

-What's about to happen? -Ask your friend.

Well, anyway...

Thank you for the clothes.

But this, uh... Uh-uh.

Don't try to follow me.

We're done here.

MITCHELL: George. Excellent.

-Let me introduce you to everyone. -What?

Everyone, this is George.

-ALL: Hello. -He doesn't bite.

Well, only at a full moon. (CHUCKLES)

This is Carol, from number 12. Carol is a keen gardener

and a former Miss Isle of Wight.

This is Lee, from number 10.

Lee's been "working away" for the last 18 months

and knows pretty much all there is to know about Vin Diesel.

For instance, did you know

that before his big break in Pitch Black, Vin Diesel wrote

two short films that were entered in the Cannes and Sundance Film Festivals?

-I did not know that. -Over here, we have Alfred and Joyce.

Rory, Imran and Cassie. And they're doing... Media studies?

At the college, and, uh... Oh, get this, right?

Cassie only has one kidney.

She was born that way. Nobody knows why.

Anyway, the rest you'll have to meet for yourself.

What are all these people doing in our house?

I've been thinking. This whole thing, getting the house?

It was to participate, to join humanity.

And what have we done? A few trips down to the pub. It's pathetic.

This is what being human is about. This is what I chose.

-You chose? -We chose. We all chose.

We can't just dip our toe,

we need to... Dive into the churn of humanity.

-Laugh with them, listen to their stories. -About Vin Diesel.

-A remarkable man, I'm starting to realise. -It's a bit risky, isn't it?

What's more suspicious?

Three shadowy, secretive people who never come out,

never talk to anyone?

Or three friendly, welcoming guys,

always nice and chatty, their door's always open?

I don't mean just risky for us.

We should hide in plain sight.

Stop being ashamed.

Invite the world in.

Oh.

-Hi. -Hi. What the hell has brought this on?

Since Becca died, he's barely left his room, barely said a word.

And now... Now this?

-Maybe he's had a blow to the head. -I'm sorry?

Happened to my nan.

She got hit in the head by a radio-controlled plane at a county fair.

From that moment, obsessed with pygmy goats.

There wasn't a single bit of that sentence I understood.

-Can they even see you? -Just you and Mitchell.

Supernaturals, not humans. Since I saw Owen, I'm...

I'm not here.

I'm past tense.

We have to put a stop to this.

Doesn't he understand, these people are British?

You're not allowed to talk to your neighbours until you've nodded at them for 15 years.

Just look at them. This must be absolutely terrifying.

...the screenplay for Pitch Black, and in contrasting...

Oh, my bloody God.

Yeah, he's a genius...

-Excuse me, sorry. -Fascinating. I'll be right back.

Go on, go on. Move, move, move.

I told you not to follow me.

I didn't need to. I've known where you've lived for weeks.

I was thinking about your friends. You know, I wanted to meet them.

(STAMMERING) You are not meeting my friends.

-I am house-trained, you know? -I'm going to make this very simple.

(STAMMERING)

Piss off.

Why? Answer me that, George.

Why are you being like this?

God.

I like to keep things separate.

The house is the house, and the thing that happens to me

every month, that's something else.

Look, I transformed here last month

and it... It does not belong here, do you understand?

-What's your greatest fear? -What, what do you think?

That I'll bite someone.

-That I'll kill someone. -Then let me teach you how to manage the condition.

I can make it safer for you.

Not just for you, for everyone.

What is there to object to about that? Mmm?

Everything all right, George?

TULLY: I've been hitching around the south for a while, sleeping rough,

transforming in the countryside.

Anyway, couple of months ago,

I find these clothes in the forest,

all folded neatly, and I think, "That's odd."

And it was the day after a full moon,

so my senses were still pretty sharp.

And there's no mistaking that scent.

So I spent the next couple of weeks in the library,

looking over the local newspaper websites.

-What were you looking for? -Animal attacks. Wolf attacks. Anything like that.

And I'm about to give up, when there it is. Scotland.

Stirling Gazette. 2007.

"Tourists Attacked By Wolf."

So now I've got a name. I had a pretty good sense of

the place he was using to transform, and it was just a case of biding my time.

-Oh, so you've been sleeping rough? -Well, uh,

now and again someone will offer me a bed.

Though that usually means sharing.

(GIGGLES)

The earth my pillow, my canopy the stars.

Oh, I'd like to see George living like that.

He had a panic attack in the Eden Project.

(TULLY AND ANNIE LAUGH)

Yeah, the freedom's addictive. Though it can be hard sometimes, you know?

You know, what you've got here, yeah? This... This sanctuary...

I don't know. Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy.

Tully is as Tully does.

(GIGGLING)

Oh, God.

-Why are you laughing? -I have no idea.

I don't mean to stare, but,

I've seen people like you before, people who've passed over.

But never so solid, so vibrant.

You're not like a ghost.

-You're more like... -A zombie? (CHUCKLES)

I was gonna say an angel.

(GIGGLING)

-Can I ask you a question? -Please.

There's not many vampires that would break bread with a werewolf.

-I'm lapsed. -Oh.

"A mirror reflects a man's face,

"but what he's really like is shown by the kind of friends he chooses."

Proverbs, 27:19. Or something like that.

Lapsed Catholic.

Where are you sleeping tonight?

In the arms of Mother Nature, as always.

-Is just saying "outside" really that hard? -Why don't you stay with us?

-What? -What?

Just for a couple of days. The sofa is the best we can offer,

but it's warm and there's tea and a telly. What do you think, Annie?

Mmm-hmm.

I wouldn't wanna impose.

-Oh, fair enough. -Oh, but you wouldn't be.

He wouldn't be. You wouldn't be. (GIGGLES)

-Well, I am fighting a cold... -Well, fresh air's the best cure.

MITCHELL: Then it's settled. Who wants another beer?

ANNIE: So, how long have you been a werewolf, then?

What the hell are you doing?

I've told you. We need to embrace humanity. Let the world in.

-Yeah, but he isn't human. -Well, in that case, neither are you.

It's Annie I'm thinking of. She's very low at the moment.

Very, very, very vulnerable.

Having Tully here is putting her under a lot of strain already,

you can see it.

(LAUGHING DELIGHTEDLY)

This whole...

No, (STAMMERS) I've changed my mind.

-(STAMMERING) The deal's off. -What deal?

He said he can show me ways to manage the condition.

-And in return I said I'd let him meet you two. -But that's great.

It's not great, because now it's here.

Isn't it bad enough this thing happens to me once a month?

Can't I have somewhere I can hide from it?

You get to hide for 27 days out of 28.

-That's pretty good going from where I'm standing. -You know what this is?

You've forgotten what it's like to see your own reflection.

To be faced with yourself, what you are, every day.

Mitchell, the house is my way of coping.

I want to close that door.

I'm allowed to close that door and forget.

I can't even believe we're having this conversation.

If someone could teach me ways to control what I am...

Jesus Christ, I'd jump at the chance.

-(TULLY TALKING INDISTINCTLY) -(ANNIE LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

(RADIO PLAYING)

Um... What's this?

Hey. Morning.

Boys have gone to work. Thought I'd make you some breakfast.

Don't know whose eggs they are, though.

I used to live with some boys, and the flaming rows we had about

-who ate whose food. -Oh, I can't eat.

-What? -I can't eat. Or drink.

It's just, I'm... Dead. (CHUCKLES)

Oh, my God.

Oh, no. Don't worry. Oh, no, it's okay, it's fine.

Well, it's bonkers, really.

So, uh, how did you sleep?

Yeah, like a baby.

Do you... Can I ask? Do you sleep?

Um, Mitchell says I should try. Even if it's just a doze.

He says it would do me good. But I don't know.

Don't think I want to.

-Why? -Well, I might dream.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Seems a shame to waste it. Do you mind if I get stuck in?

Can I watch you?

Watch me eat?

It's... When I was with Owen, sometimes I'd wake up

really early, come down, have my tea and my cereal,

and then I'd make his breakfast.

He'd come down and sit with me and we'd talk

while he ate the breakfast that I made for him.

The boys... I don't know,

I've never asked, but that would be weird.

But with you, I...

Um...

Oh, God, I'm sorry. This is so silly. I'm really sorry. Sorry.

Please, please. I'd like that.

I'd like that.

Okay.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

NINA: And you can stop right there.

-Who's this? -Um, Mrs James.

Mmm-hmm. And she is on my ward because?

Dr Newell in AandE said it was all arranged.

Hi, Mrs James? Mrs James, I'm Nina. I'm the acting Ward Sister.

Look, um, I'm gonna get Sasha here to make you a nice cup of tea,

just while I sort all this out. All right? Thank you.

Here's the thing. Dr Newell is a cock.

This has been proven by scientists. Look, we haven't got any beds, okay?

He knows this because he called me and I told him we haven't got any beds.

But you see, what he's done is he's gone ahead and discharged her from AandE

and sent her here anyway. By now somebody else will be in Mrs James' bed,

-leaving her, as they say, "without portfolio". -So where do I take her?

-What's your place like? -What?

I don't know, it could be the start of something. She has a twinkle.

Yeah, I... I can't take her home.

Tip for the future, right?

If you ever think a doctor is lying, check if their lips are moving.

Look, just turn around. Walk away. I will sort this.

-(PHONE RINGS) -(STUTTERING) Look, I'm sorry if...

How long have you worked here?

-About a year. -Oh, then you should know better.

GEORGE: Okay, let's get this over with.

Lesson one, preparation. For a safe, stress-free transformation,

-it's all about the preparation. -Is this going to take long?

What we need first, spare set of clothes, wet wipes...

-Uh, wet wipes? -To clean yourself up in the morning.

Bananas, in case you haven't eaten during the night. Oh.

-Has your stomach adjusted yet? -How do you mean?

The wolf stomach can digest raw meat in a way the human stomach can't.

First few months, when I transformed back,

I'd throw up all these animals I'd killed. Ugh.

-There's a lovely thought. -What?

Well, even after I've changed back, I'm still changed.

There's nothing I can do about it.

Water for rehydration. Emergency pound for the phone.

Mitchell must have suggested some of this?

No, it's not really his thing.

-What's the other bag for? -Double-bagging.

You always double-bag, George.

GEORGE: Oh, where the hell are we going?

Is this going to take long? Ow.

Couldn't I just transform in here?

Too risky. Perfect place to leave your wet wipes and clothes,

-but you can't stay here. -Why not?

Buy some padlocks for the door, it's ideal.

What if someone hears you? Rings the police,

"There's some kind of animal locked in a shed."

The police turn up, guns, tranquilizers, you're trapped.

No. You're safer outside, where you can make a quick getaway.

What about everyone else?

It's not safer for them with me running all over the countryside.

You won't be. Check this out.

-What's that? -It's a chicken on a piece of string.

And that helps us how, exactly?

We take it for a walk.

Okay.

Using the shed as a centre point, we walk in a circle,

a mile or so in diameter, dragging this behind us.

Once you've transformed you'll skulk around a bit,

till eventually you'll pick up the scent of the chicken.

If you follow it, it'll just take you in a wide circle and you won't stray beyond.

You're safe. Everyone's safe.

Admit it. You're impressed.

TULLY: Right, check list...

wanting you forever

another century

about the weather

inside of me

of me

strangled on the moor

now I'm gone

TULLY: Come on, slow coach, hurry up.

Come and see. Look, look, over there, yeah...

(CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

(LAUGHING) That's mad.

-That is so funny. -Mmm?

(ANNIE LAUGHS)

I wouldn't go in there for a while. (BELCHES)

Oh.

Ugh.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Morning.

Are you gonna let me in?

You have to invite me across the threshold.

-That is such a mental rule. Who made that up? -You...

-You are not coming in here. -Yeah, I think I am, because I don't

think you want this conversation happening on your doorstep.

-Hiya, how's it going? -Hello, dear.

Oh, for Christ's sake, come in.

Ooh, this is nice.

-I like the open-plan thing, very '70s. -When will you leave me alone?

Mitchell...

Jesus, I can't breathe.

Ah, you're killing me.

-Oh, no wait, you already did that. -(SIGHS)

I know what this is about. You're pissed off with me for killing your friend.

-She was 20 years old. -So was I.

Are you planning on letting me go?

-Only, this is quite expensive... -What are you doing here?

Herrick's already cut me off from the rest of the vampires.

If he thinks sending you here...

Why does this always have to be about Herrick? What is it with you two?

You're obsessed with each other. It's totally gay.

So what do you want?

I miss you.

I've been thinking about the night you took me.

How we barely made it to my bed.

-And how, at first... -(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

It hurt,

and I was frightened.

But then afterwards, everything,

all the world, as sharp as a pin.

And the blood, Mitchell. Can you remember the taste?

So rich and warm.

You can have it again. As much as you want.

(STAMMERS) I... I can't.

-The cost is too high. -Please.

(SIGHS) Who are you saving, really? Have you seen Britain's Got Talent?

Besides,

we don't need to feed, we can just play.

I'm not very good at keeping them separate.

So you're a monk now as well?

Oh, this isn't something you...

You don't come to a compromise about this. I chose humanity.

Yeah, I want to believe you, I really do. It's just when you look at me,

-you're hungry. -Oh, get out.

-Just let it take you, Mitchell. Give in to it. -I said, get out.

(DOOR SLAMS)

LAUREN: You don't get it, do you? It's like Hotel California.

-You can check out, but you can never leave. -(SIGHS)

Ooh, I like stars.

-When was the last time you got it wet? -Got what wet?

Oh, my God, that's disgusting.

I don't know. A couple of years? Not since I, you know,

-got the thing. -A couple of years? Jesus.

-We need to get you out there, boy. -Mmm.

I've never been very confident with all of that.

Let me tell you something. This whole thing,

that women like men who can talk about their feelings and kittens...

-That's bullshit. -Really?

Yeah. They want something naughty. A bit savage. A bit rufty-tufty.

Guys like me and you? Christ, talk about having an advantage.

Three weeks ago you were quoting the Bible and doing origami.

Yeah, well, that's charm. There's a difference. Here, check this out.

-What time do you close? -3:00, maybe 4:00.

-Yeah? You could take me out for a drink this evening. -(SCOFFS)

-I could take you for a drink? -Yeah. But I'm gonna need your phone number.

And I guess you got an early start,

so we'd better have you in bed by what, 9:00?

Shut up.

I'm serious.

"Maggie." I like that.

-She can smell a wolf. -She's helpless. It's primeval.

It's about the confidence, yeah?

It's about being a predator. That's the secret, George.

Mitchell's the same. You must have had this conversation.

-Not really. -No?

That surprises me.

The man's clearly a poon hound. I wonder why he hasn't helped you?

I guess it's the competition.

This has to stop. I cannot do another conversation about Vin Diesel.

-You just need to get him onto another subject. -I've tried.

Leonard Cohen, Darcey Bussell... It's like he isn't interested.

It's good we're doing this.

Especially now. Throwing the doors open like this, it sends a message.

What do you mean, "Especially now"?

-Nothing. It, uh, came out wrong. -And sends a message to who?

There's something you're not telling us.

Like what?

-What? -A few weeks ago,

Tully was in London and got attacked by some vampires.

Vampires are arseholes. This is hardly news.

Yes, but Tully says it's happening more and more.

Like suddenly they've stopped hiding.

But it's the things they're saying now. About time.

How their time is coming.

Vampires have been saying "their time is coming" since the Crusades.

Every now and then, someone comes along to get everyone all excited.

-It never comes to anything. -What? So something has been happening?

It's nothing. Can we...

It's nothing. I promise you.

I need a wee.

(SIGHS)

Well. I feel totally reassured.

-Oh, hello. -Hello.

-Who are you? -Hannah.

I'm, uh, with Suzie.

-Who's Suzie? -She lives at number eight.

You knocked on her door, said you were having people over.

Right. Only,

-everyone's gone. -Has Suzie gone?

They've all gone. How long have you been up here?

Okay, so what happened was, I cut my finger and the guy you live with,

(VOICE BECOMES DISTANT) the one who was running round putting coasters

under everything, told me there was plasters here.

And then I felt a bit woozy so...

(VOICE NORMAL) Are you okay?

Is it the... Oh, is it the blood?

Oh, well, what did you do?

I volunteered to cut some cake. Which was, in hindsight, an error.

Oh, it's right on the foldy bit. It's taking forever to heal.

There's, uh, there's blood on my T-shirt.

Do you think I should run it under the tap?

Why don't we get you downstairs and find you a plaster or something?

Oh, George, you know the isolation room you were using to transform in?

Yeah, they're using is as the site office for the building work.

Health and Safety said it's unsuitable. It's too remote and there's no windows.

The site officer kept bursting into tears every time he went down there.

-So? -So, after next week,

-you can start using it again, to transform in. -Oh, I don't know.

I think I'm better off curled up in the lap of Mother Nature.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, right.

-What? -But I thought you said that changing out in the open

-is dangerous. -Look. Don't try to understand George.

-George? George who? -Me.

So, Carol from number 12 is gonna lend us Casablanca.

-Why? -I'm only in it.

-Get out. -Yeah. I'm just an extra.

In the bar. And you can't actually see me, obviously.

But I do knock over a chair at one point and you can see that.

You were in Casablanca? How did you swing that?

I know people. I move and shake.

I can think of better ways to spend an evening than to watch how you

knocked a chair over 60 years ago. (LAUGHS)

Oh, you've changed your tune. You love old movies.

Hey. George is as George does.

Did you really just say that?

Did you actually say those words?

Oh, my God. You're Tully's Mini-Me.

(LAUGHING) Yes.

MITCHELL: Yes.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

-Why a hospital? -Sorry?

Well, you know, I was just wondering. You've got a brain the size of a planet.

Why would you wanna be a porter in a shitty hospital?

It was Mitchell's idea. He's not great with the sunlight, obviously,

and a hospital, well,

you can walk for miles without coming across any natural daylight.

Also, a porter, a cleaner,

they're both very low-profile jobs.

-It's easier to hide this way. -Hide from what?

-Everything. -(CLOSING LOCKER)

-What? -Ah, just strikes me he's got a bit of an investment in

-keeping you like this. -Keeping me like what?

NINA: Hey. Jesus, there you are.

-God, I've been looking for you for days now. -You have?

Yeah, but I didn't know your name. So I'm like, "He's a porter,

"brown hair, about this tall". Actually, I realise I was making you too tall.

Anyway, look, I just wanted to say... The other day...

(SIGHS) I was being a wanker.

You know, a doctor tells you to do something, you've gotta do it.

And, uh, I appreciate that. So, I'm sorry. (SIGHS)

That's fine. Really. Thank you.

Okay.

(WHISPERING) Mate, you... Oh...

Nina, wasn't it? I like that.

Sorry?

What was that?

Did you say something?

So...

-What time do you finish? -Uh, 9:00-ish. Why?

You can take me for a drink.

Why would I do that?

(STAMMERING) Yes. Good question. Um, I'll... I'll be needing your number.

And I... I assume you have an early start so we

should have you in bed by 11:00.

Oh, my God, are you...

(CHUCKLES) Is this you asking me out? Is that what's happening here?

You can show me just how sorry you are.

-Okay. -(STAMMERS) What?

I said okay.

But this week's no good, you know, because, um...

Well, it's my dirty lady time.

But, you know, next week, next week should be perfect.

-Tremendous. -Mmm, besides, I've always wanted to do it with a porter.

-Are you serious? -(BOTH LAUGHING)

-(BOTH LAUGHING) -Am I serious? Does a chicken have teeth?

I don't know if it's the polyester jacket,

or the whole... Minimum wage thing.

But to meet one that not only hates women,

but attempts to humiliate them in front of his friend as well?

(LAUGHING SARCASTICALLY) Oh, man...

So you know what I'm gonna do? (CLICKS TONGUE)

I'm going to tell all my friends about you. Mmm.

So don't be surprised if you start getting a lot of attention

from the nurses now.

Mate.

-You were amazing. -Really?

-Because it just felt like it went really badly. -Are you crazy?

-You're a teen wolf. -Does a chicken have teeth?

It kind of has ridges.

They're like teeth.

(CLEARS THROAT) Trust me, my friend,

you're gonna be holding her off with a taser.

Blimey. (LAUGHS)

(ANNIE HUMMING)

Oh, gosh. You made me jump.

I never see you out of those clothes.

Oh, um...

They're what I was wearing the night I...

-Oh. -It's just as well I wasn't in a Star Trek costume,

or, you know, dressed as a

squirrel.

Ooh, you're all squishy.

You're cold. You're like snow.

That, that actually hurts.

-How can it hurt? -Owen.

-What? -Uh, Tully.

Please. That, that hurts.

I'm just messing with you, kid.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Uh, so, what do you want?

Company. A kind word. Respect.

Oh. You have those things.

Uh-uh, what I have is a lumpy sofa,

balls like concrete and a corpse giving me mixed signals.

(CHUCKLES) Your face.

I told you, I'm just messing with you.

Though you have got Tully's imagination working overtime.

I'm wondering what else you could feel.

Oh, um, well, no, actually, it didn't hurt.

It's more like I saw you holding my arm and it felt like it should hurt.

So, uh, could you...

Would it be possible if you just moved back, just a little bit?

-Could you feel a kiss? -Oh, I don't know, um...

-Could you feel a fuck? -Oh, gosh.

This is making me feel very uncomfortable now.

Then I think it's about time we went upstairs.

Shit.

(SHUDDERING)

(WHIMPERING)

Excuse me, I need to get to the hospital, I need to see my friend.

Excuse me, I need to get to the hospital, I need to see my friend.

(GASPING)

(SIREN BLARES)

(LAUGHING)

You have to get away from here.

(LAUGHS)

(LAUREN LAUGHING) That was... That was really good.

Listen, we have ways of doing this, and...

LAUREN: He made this sound. It was so cute.

Listen.

There are things I need to do and you are just about to (YELLS) fuck it up!

(CHUCKLES EVILLY)

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Sir?

I should go.

It's been lovely.

See ya.

What were you doing with Mrs James? Have you been bothering her?

I was just talking to her.

-About what? -New Zealand, if you must know.

Why?

-Her son lives there. -I mean, why were you talking to her?

The other day, I took her to physio,

she said she wasn't getting any visitors, so I said I'd visit her.

Ha. Yeah, well, uh, I suppose

that's easier than actual work.

It's my day off.

Oh.

Right. Well, uh...

That's, um... That's good?

Mmm. Can I go now?

Yep.

Mitchell. (SOBBING)

Annie?

-What are you doing out here? -(CRYING)

Annie, tell me what's happened.

-Time to go. -I thought my ears were burning.

-Well, what if I don't wanna go? -I wasn't offering a choice.

-George got a say in this? -I'll talk to him.

(DOOR OPENS)

Do.

-What's going on? -Tully's leaving.

What?

-Why? -I wish I could tell you, mate.

Okay, I know it was my suggestion but it was only gonna be for a day or so,

-and instead it's been weeks, so I think now's the time... -He's creepy.

-And he frightened me. -Yeah. I... I was building to that.

Creepy? You're dead.

Look. He stinks out the bathroom, he eats all the food.

Oh, that's nice. That's generosity.

He's upset Annie! He's pissing off the neighbours, he's...

-He's a twat! -Well, he's my twat.

-I expect that sounded better in your head. -I mean...

-He's my friend. -So what the hell are we?

I don't know, Mitchell. I really don't.

Look, I don't want to cause any trouble, maybe I should...

Stay where you are.

Why haven't you helped me?

Why is it Tully who's showing me how to manage my condition?

You can barely admit you have a condition.

(SHOUTS) Why is it Tully who's showing me how to talk to women?

Showing you how talk to women?

-What are you, 12? -Do you know the difference between you and him?

Mmm, I don't know, I don't have to shave my palms?

(EXHALES) Ooh.

I, I think that's actually racist.

-Oh, shut up. -He wants me to be myself.

He wants me to be strong. And independent.

Turning you into his clone doesn't make you strong and independent.

Well, I suppose you know all about turning people into monsters.

Oh, for Christ's sake, George. He pretty much assaulted Annie!

And I bet she loved it!

(SCOFFS)

What's happened to you?

He stays.

My choice.

Come on.

I think I'm gonna like it here.

(WHOOSHING)

(SIGHS)

Feels like we're losing him.

Everything's just

-falling apart. -Nah.

Things move and shift and settle again.

It's like those...

What are those snowstorms things called?

-Snowstorms. -Yeah.

-About so big. Glass. -No, they're called snowstorms.

Right. Well, them.

You shake them and it's all mad and then it settles again.

That's what time is like.

Nothing fazes you, does it?

-Just never get scared. -I wish that was true.

Look, I want you to be honest with me.

Um...

Is this it?

If nothing changes...

Will I just stay like this...

Here, but

not here,

forever?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Oh.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

-Oh, sorry, I, I was, um... -Easy?

I was going for your cheek.

I felt that.

-What did you feel? -Well, it was a bit cold,

a bit tingly. It was like, uh...

It was like kissing somebody who'd just come in from outside.

But it was nice.

-Did you feel anything? -Yeah.

Yeah, I felt something.

(CHUCKLES)

Another trick,

depending on your surroundings, is to choose somewhere

bound on one or more sides by water.

You can't cross water when you're in wolf state.

Mmm.

This, now...

This is my favourite time.

The eve.

You can feel the transformation brewing.

It's like nature has folded you into something

hard and powerful.

I feel like I'm a fist.

Come here.

Come here.

Oh, I'm so proud of you.

In just, what, three weeks? Four?

You're like a different person.

Those things I said to them...

Needed to be said.

This is how it happens.

It's all slotting into place. Click.

Click. Click. You can feel it, too, can't you?

Huh?

The fire in your gut. The expectation.

The hunger.

-It frightens me... -Give in to it.

Drown in it.

Let him in, the big, bad wolf.

-Oh, my friends... -Will never

understand you.

But you do?

Better than you think.

And you won't go?

How could I, George?

It's taken me two years to find you.

Two, two years? What do you mean?

I'm the one who attacked you.

I'm the one who gave you this gift.

What?

I don't remember what happened that night,

but then I saw it in the paper

that someone had died

and that, that the other person had survived.

And I knew...

I knew. And then it gave me the idea,

and, and the thought of you... And every time I closed my eyes...

That's... No, that's...

That's not true.

Oh, George, I was gonna tell you straightaway. I almost did.

Why didn't you?

It's, it's a complex thing, it's a glorious thing.

This isn't a glorious thing. It's a curse!

This isn't a gift, it's God stamping on us with his boot!

Okay. Let's... Let's, let's go...

-Shall we go for a drink? -(SHOUTING) Why didn't you tell me?

Because I needed you to need me first.

I saw what you had.

And, and I wanted that, too.

(SOBBING) Everything you said, this whole time,

has been a lie.

I lost everything. I had a wife and a son and I lost them.

I, I just needed to find the last human that I had a connection with.

(CRYING) I had a son.

I had a son.

(GEORGE WAILS)

(SOBS)

George! Don't leave me, George!

I can't be alone any longer!

Please, George.

Where's Tully?

Gone.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

So sorry.

I don't know what's happening to me.

(EXHALING) This is becoming a habit.

I come in here, look at the wreckage and I say sorry.

(CHUCKLES)

-What's that you got there? -Huh? Oh, I don't know.

It was on the floor as I came in.

I assume it's Mitchell knocking over a chair in Casablanca.

Ooh, cool. I'm gonna pop it on.

My name's George,

and I'm a werewolf.

Hello, George.

Just to warn you, if you go in for a hug, Mitchell will try to kiss you.

My God, I leave you alone for five minutes...

It was like being attacked by an ironing board.

If I had intended to kiss you, I'd have put on some ChapStick first.

What the hell is this?

He's not Humphrey Bogart.

Who's he talking to?

Is he a mental?

Brown duvet. It's a cry for help.

He's talking to a vampire.

Their image can't be captured on camera.

(GASPS)

Oh, my God! Are we... Are we watching someone have sex?

Uh... Turn it off.

Annie...

Turn it off.

(DISTANT SCREAM)

GEORGE: Someone has issues.

Is he all right?

-He's dead. -What?

No, no, no, look, he is moving.

She's feeding from him.

Who would send you such a thing?

-It's from Lauren. -You're kidding.

What, that... That was her in the film?

I've seen these before. It's a kill.

Vampires film themselves making a kill and then they pass it on.

So what, it's like porn?

-In a way. -Why do they do it?

-Same reason anyone does porn. -You mean that's supposed to be sexy?

For some.

But this is different, this is... Personal.

It's to remind me of what I did to her.

It's to show you what you're missing, Mitchell.

It's to bring you back.

I knew you would come back.

(GASPS)

(CHOKING)

(PANTING)

(GASPING)

(COUGHING)

I'm not gonna let you go.

-Get off. Get off me. Get off me! -I can't do this any more.

(SCREAMING) We're about to transform. You know we'll tear each other apart!

Get off!

Argh!

No. No.

(GROWLING)

(ROARS)

(ROARS)

-(YELLS) -(GRUNTS)

(SNARLS)

(GRUNTING)

(CRYING OUT IN PAIN)

(BOTH ROAR)

(HOWLS)

(EXHALES)

(GROANS)

The first time we met, you didn't know what you were doing.

I understand that.

The second time...

There won't be a third.

This is you now.

There's no cure, there's no way out.

It's in every cell.

The only thing left is your conscience.

But there'll come a time when you'll surrender that, too.

When you use what you are.

You're wrong.

for too long

for too long

for too long

for too long

to unfold

to unfold

self-destruction

self-destruction

You can check out, but you can never leave.

Did you really throw up at the DVD?

Only the first dozen or so times.

So, I'm contemplating resolving my death

so that I can move on to the next dimension

and you're worrying about getting your leg over.

Oh, God, oh, God.

What? What?

I just can't.

You mean, you've got a problem?