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That it could happen in America.

That it could happen now.

That could it ever happen to me.

Jack Whittier is my name.

Maybe you remember my byline.

I was the youngest member of the Washington Press Corps,

its fastest-rising star.

One of the best and brightest, as we used to say.

Before so much blood

passed under those pretty Potomac bridges.

I was having an affair with the president's daughter,

and I wanted out...

...without hurting her feelings or, frankly, my career.

So I had my paper reassign me to our bureau in Budapest.

Somehow, the president heard I was banished

for being too pro-administration,

and he offered me a job which I couldn't refuse...

...which is where the terrible events

that were to destroy my career and my life begin.

I bought it, it's silver.

I found it in a little shop.

I didn't think there were such things left.

What's it for?

You mean you don't know?

Hey, fella!

What do you think you're doing?

You trying to get somebody killed?

You ran me right into the tree!

What are you doing just standing here

right in the middle of the road?

Will you say something, what's the matter?

Can't you speak English?

Giselle, will you get back in the car?

I gotta make it to the airport.

I'm sorry, sir, I just-I lost my temper.

But my car won't start and I have to catch a plane.

It's Very important.

Do you know is there a gas station around

or someone that could help me?

Hey, mister!

I really need help!

How do you say-

- Segitség. - Segitség!

Come on.

Segitség!

Now, please, the only reason I'm asking you

is because my car crashed because of him.

Now, could you just give me a little help, please?

I'm dying to hear this one.

She says if we want to leave, then we leave.

We can't leave, goddamnit.

I told you my car is stuck!

It's stuck over there by the-

Listen!

It's because of him, it's all his fault!

Oh, God, I wish I was religious,

I'd say a prayer right now.

Just wait for me here, Giselle.

Leave the headlights on, okay?

Okay.

Don't hide the moon!

- The moon, come in! - What's the-

- Not tonight, come in. - Thank you very-

- I'm in a hurry, just- - Come in, come in.

What are you afraid of?

Giselle!

Giselle!

Giselle!

And so it must have been a wolf.

I killed a man and I killed him with this thing.

You said it was an accident, my boy.

It was an accident!

But are you gonna just take my word for it?

Aren't you gonna detain me?

The inspector has offered us-

I'm afraid I must ask you to leave the area at once.

I tell you again, no one has been reported missing.

No corpse has been found.

If you continue to make a nuisance of yourself,

I shall have you locked up.

How come you speak English?

Huh?

That was your son that I killed, wasn't it?

Yes, that was her son.

And you don't even care that I killed him.

She says you didn't kill him, you released him.

He needed to die.

He longed to rest.

Because of the communists?

Secret police?

Because of the sign on the pentagram.

Ah, the Pentagon is behind all of this.

The pentagram.

The mark of the beast.

This.

Oh, that's just a bunch of insanity.

Whoever is bitten by a werewolf and lives,

becomes a werewolf himself.

Oh, bull.

The wolf bit you, didn't he?

Yes, damn it.

Wear this charm over your heart always

and remember, a werewolf can only be killed

with a silver bullet

or a stick with a silver handle.

Heaven help you, my son.

Jack.

The President wants to see you.

He's in my bedroom.

- It's good to see you, Jack. - Mr. President.

You're looking fine, just fine.

Settle it any way you want,

but just make sure it doesn't fall back in my lap

or the Attorney General's.

Have you seen Marion yet?

I don't understand you young people.

She, uh,

she's seeing a nice young man nowadays.

He's a psychiatrist, naval psychiatrist.

I think you'd like him.

Hello there, Mr. President.

Now, Judge, I want you to meet Jack Whittier,

the new Assistant Press Secretary.

- How do you do? - Mrs. Captree.

Oh! Is he the Jewish young man that you hired to muzzle me?

Uh, no, I'm afraid they couldn't find him.

Oh, well, you look smart.

I'm going to excuse myself now.

You sleep tight now, Mr. President.

Oh, Marion.

Hello, Jack.

Hello, Marion.

My, that Marion's such a lovely girl.

Did the Washington Times really send you to Siberia

for socking the truth to 'em, Mr. Whittier?

- It was Hungary. - What?

- Hungary. - Come on, Margie.

I think it's time we left for home too.

Oh, no, Elliot, honey.

Well, why don't you run along like you always do.

I'm sure this nice young man will see me home,

won't you, honey?

Certainly, ma'am.

I think your father's a cross between

Abraham Lincoln and Jesus Christ.

I'm engaged to be married, Jack.

Already?

To that psychiatrist guy?

You know what my husband said?

Well, my husband's said many times

that he actually prefers some of the Russian communists-

The liberal columnists in this country.

What's the matter with my hand?

Huh?

Oh, nothing.

My goodness, my lad, Jack.

You're just some terrible wolf, aren't ya?

Marion and I are leaving.

I, uh,

I thought I'd come over and say good evening to you, Jack.

Oh yeah.

Commander Salmon.

Why don't you come in and talk to me sometime, Jack?

We'll have a talk, huh?

All right, sure.

Now...

Now, where were we?

I watched the damn thing myself.

It didn't have a-it didn't even have a station break.

And this prejudiced, hostile critic

is the commentator they put on right after

the president's address about Captree.

We'll have the network's word.

They're gonna bury this guy someplace.

- What do you mean? - Give him the axe.

Drop him.

- You're kidding. - No!

The president is fed up

with this guy's facial expressions and gestures.

We got some friends there.

It's the other networks I'm worried about.

Here.

Take a look at the speech

the Vice President's gonna read tomorrow night.

We are going to war against the networks, Jack.

We're going to win back the minds and hearts

of the American people.

And we have got to have Captree on that court

to win the fight or we're in trouble.

Hell, you understand.

Hey, look, Jack, there's a-

There's a line in there I have trouble with.

Something about the views of a small group.

Does small- how does small strike you?

That's a little soft.

What would you call your compatriots at the press

if you wanted to be, you know, more flashy?

Uh, let's see.

Well, "at their worst, a coterie of impudence."

No...

Or-no, I mean, really, I could find-

That's good, no, that's great.

- We'll use it. - You're kidding.

No, it's just what we want.

Look, the man told me to give you a draft of the speech

and listen to your suggestions on it.

Now I know why.

I want you to spice it up a bit, huh?

Well, I don't know.

I mean, I wouldn't use that line that I just suggested.

Why not?

That is exactly what we want.

Not now.

Yeah.

My God.

What's this country coming to?

Mrs. Captree was...

just found dead.

Guts ripped open.

How have you been?

I guess I asked that last night.

Yeah, I guess you did.

Gee, I haven't been in the White House in a long time.

Well, not everyone gets to see all of the White House, Jack.

Uh, I'm supposed to meet with your father.

It's really awful about Mrs. Captree, isn't it?

And those shoes they found, that's weird.

Shoes.

Uh, Giselle-Marion,

the president's waiting for me.

I-I better not keep him.

Andrea, you and I,

we don't see eye to eye about most things.

I've never asked for your support

and I've never received it.

But if your paper could change its position,

it would swing the nomination for him.

I'll think about it, Mr. President.

Good.

Well, I'm sorry to have kept you here so late.

Oh, by the way, I've asked the FCC

to act as quickly as possible upon that application,

no matter what position you take.

After all, I do owe you a favor.

If you hadn't banished Jack here to Budapest,

well, I wouldn't have a new Assistant Press Secretary.

Oh, evening, darling.

Mr. President, we didn't banish Jack.

I begged him to stay here, didn't I, Jack?

He requested the transfer for personal reasons

and he's welcome to come back any time.

Thank you.

- Jack. - Hm?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, I have to go, Mr. President.

Uh, I'll see you tomorrow.

- I'll leave with Jack. - No!

Uh, I mean, I'll stay here with you, Mr. President.

Oh.

I'll think it over, Mr. President.

I may surprise you.

Well, thank you, Andrea.

- Good night. - Good night.

Good night, Jack.

- Good night. - Good night.

Jack, Jack!

Jack.

I think I could be your friend, Jack.

If you could just accept that.

I'd like to be.

You don't look well, Jack.

Jack.

Don't wait for me there, Marion.

Wait for me in your room.

Go away now!

Jack.

Jack!

Hello?

Hello?

Says it's a werewolf.

A weird wolf?

A werewolf, werewolf.

Can you imagine what'd happen

if the press gets a hold of that?

I think the kid did it himself.

He looks like he could sever a jugular.

Oh, I don't think the kid did it.

No, maybe he did do it.

His obvious hatred of female authority figures,

the expression he keeps using.

"Mother!"

It fits the pattern of the crimes.

Prominent middle-aged women found near national monuments.

Well, I don't think the kid did it.

You're the whiz kid, you keep it from the press.

Hi, how are ya?

Could you just tell me exactly what you saw?

Look, we just saw this figure running away.

A figure running away.

Was it a man or a woman

or was it light or dark?

Was it light or dark?

It was too dark to tell.

The figure was dark, wasn't it?

- This figure was dark. - All right, it was dark.

- It was very dark. - Debbie, Debbie, just be cool.

- A Black man. - No.

It was a werewolf, you racist pig.

- Now just one minute! - Don't point your finger at me!

- Who you talking to? - I'm talking to you!

Lon, take it easy, take it easy.

- Look, we didn't do anything. - Take it easy.

Now, could you- could you kids tell me

something more detailed about this running figure?

Uh, it was hairy, it walked funny.

- Uh-huh. - The Panthers.

How do you know it's the Panthers?

- I know it, book 'em! - Book 'em?

- Wait a minute, what for? - Narcotics.

No, Lon, wait a minute, listen.

All right?

Uh, where are you kids staying?

At the Chevrolet Hilton.

The what?

Big bus on the Mall.

I'm just trying to help you now.

We're gonna assign an FBI agent to keep you under surveillance

or else we're gonna have to lock you up.

Oh, wow, man.

Thank you.

Hm.

- Uh- - You stay with them.

Well, sir, do you have any leads?

I mean, this is the second murder

of a national figure in two days.

Are you sure you have enough manpower to trap the killer?

I mean, your boys seem to be busy with the networks.

Let me tell you something.

None of this would've happened if you people didn't support

the very elements in our society that did this.

Easy, Lon, easy, don't let them get to you.

How do you know that we support the elements

when you don't have one single lead?

We do have a suspect and an indictment is imminent.

Sir, I must insist that you stop talking to these people.

Does imminent mean today, tomorrow,

or indefinitely, sir?

Imminent means tomorrow morning, nine o'clock!

I'm sorry, sir!

And won't you bleeding hearts be surprised!

He doesn't have one indictment.

He's too busy investigating us.

You see? See?

Jack!

Jack!

Now this is-this is another one of our washrooms.

I don't suppose you astronauts

have anything this convenient on the LEM.

- No, sir. - Right.

I guess not.

I understand that the three of you are cooped up

on one of these for- how long is that?

It's about two weeks all together.

Two weeks, ooh.

Sir, do you mind if I...

No, no, no, you go right ahead.

Oh, this one doesn't seem to work.

Huh? Oh, yeah, let me give you a hand.

Oh, that's strange.

That's all right, sir, I'll use this one.

No, no, no, that isn't the point.

That's odd, there's...

nobody in there.

I'll just reach down under and get the latch for you.

Sir, I'll do it, just a second.

No, no, no, no, no.

You just go about your business.

I'll get the janitor to look at it.

You know, it's odd, we can put you fellas up on the moon,

but when it comes to fixing a little latch like that,

we're just all thumbs.

Good, there's a Remington I wanna show you out here.

The Blackwoods gave it to me

A few years back.

There it is.

Just hold it there.

Don't wanna forget this.

Two weeks.

That three or two weeks you were in that?

Two weeks.

Mr. President, I'm not feeling very well.

Do you think you might wanna find someone to replace me?

You mean right now?

Sure, go ahead, take a nap, Jack.

No, I mean generally, sir.

Oh, come on, Jack, you're doing a fine job.

You're indispensable to me.

I need you now more than ever.

It's about those shoes, sir.

- Shoes? - Yeah.

What shoes?

Jack, would you please stop scratching

the palms of your hand?

It's just not manly.

Now it's fourth down.

It's about the murders, sir.

I don't believe that the Panthers did them.

Well, there hasn't been a murder

since we put a guard on that Black boy.

But the moon hasn't risen yet.

Put a guard on me.

Damn that linebacker.

Now, look, Jack, what is the meaning of this?

That speech you wrote last night was just great.

The networks, they don't know what hit them

and it's all because of you.

I want to assign you full time

to writing speeches for the vice president.

Mr. President,

I think...

I'm...

I think I'm a...

I think I'm a werewolf.

The Senator, Mr. President.

- What? - The Senator.

Speak up, goddamnit, I can't hear you!

The Senator, Mr. President.

Oh, send her in.

Threw it up for grabs.

It was deflected as he threw it up.

Look, Jack,

we all get disturbed at some time or another

over some damn little thing,

but I won't hear of you leaving the team

until you've had a chat with Commander Salmon.

- All right. - Mr. President, hello.

Oh, Joan, good to see you.

Come in, come in.

I'm a murderer.

I killed someone last night.

Dr. Salmon, do you believe that a man

can change into an animal?

An animal?

Have you ever heard of the mark of the beast?

- What? - There's a curse on me.

I was bitten by a wolf.

Only it wasn't a wolf.

It was a werewolf,

and now when the full moon rises,

I change into an animal

with only one desire,

the desire to kill.

Oh, Jack, really, a werewolf.

Thank you.

Well, what about my blackouts and my scar on my finger,

and what about those shoes?

I think you're in trouble, Jack,

but not the kind of trouble you think you're in.

What about my seeing the sign of the pentagram?

Well, sometimes we see our conflicts

in terms of political symbols.

What's politics got to do with this?

What does the Pentagon have to do with it?

- The pentagram! - Gentlemen.

- The five-pointed star. -...order dinner now.

Doctor, would you come to the bathroom with me?

- Later, sir? - Please.

Come with me to the bathroom.

- Later. - Doctor, please.

Yes, please.

- What for? - I want to show you something.

- Can't you show me here? - It's on my chest!

All right.

Jack.

Let's talk about your symptoms now

but they're not very hard to explain.

Now, you feel guilty because you were

with both of these women when they were killed.

You don't think that in itself is strange?

And you have the feeling that

you could've done something to stop it

coupled with guilt feelings for having murderous...

Well, look at this.

...guilt feelings for having murderous wishes

towards these women for evil reasons

for both of which you want to be punished.

Will you look at this?

So?

I saw this in the palm of each of my victims.

Jack, I want to help you.

Well, then lock me up.

Come over the hospital tomorrow and we'll talk about it.

But someone's gonna die tonight!

Will you two faggots shut up?

Jack, I cannot help you unless you really want me to help you.

Now, remember what I told you.

Jack Whittier on the line for Cliff Mapes.

Cliff?

Jack, fine.

Little favor.

Look, who would I talk to over there

to find out if someone from Budapest is a red dart?

G, I, S, E, double I, E,

Frennik, F, R, E, double N, I, K.

French-Romanian, about 30.

Um, correspondent for the Budapest House Organ...

Jack Whittier.

Hi, angel.

Dr. Salmon?

Yes, I did.

Now he has me thinking that, uh,

whatever was bothering me was all in my mind.

No, no.

Oh no, that's just between me and my analyst.

Yeah, I'm fitting all the pieces together now.

I'm beginning to think that while I was in Budapest...

...uh, I was brainwashed or something.

Yeah, to cover up some political activities here.

Assassinations, you know.

What?

You want to come over here?

Tonight?

Sure.

I just hope your Secret Service man

never publishes a book.

Well, sure, sure.

Come over.

No, no, maybe you better not.

Oh, God.

Please.

Don't let me go through this again.

Hey, we're going for a walk.

Good idea. Let's go.

Oh no, man, without you, you know?

We want to, uh, make it.

You know what I mean, don't you?

Make it? Do it?

The Capitol steps.

No, man, we really want to take a walk.

Now... could you, uh, stay behind, you know,

like, um, a hundred paces?

No, seriously.

I want to make a phone call, Mr., uh...

Murphy. Randy Murphy.

I'm gonna go call Sally, okay?

Yeah, baby.

Information, yeah.

Randy Murphy.

He's somewhere in Georgetown, I think.

Yeah. Right. Thank you.

Hello, Mrs. Murphy?

This is the werewolf of Washington.

I know just what you want.

Are they in, Debbie?

No, no; I left a message, they'll be back later.

I said that we called.

Yeah, well, you ready to go?

Look, come on, let's-

What are you taking-

Help, please!

- Mr. President! - Mr. President...

Ladies and gentlemen,

before I answer your questions,

I would like to make a brief announcement.

I have called this conference

because of the mass hysteria

and now tragedy

surrounding a case that we're all very much a-were of...

...aware of, aware of.

Uh, questions.

Mr. President!

- Mr. President. - Yes.

Sir, is it true that the same Black man

you're holding for murder

was himself brutally attacked last night?

I-I didn't point at you, I was pointing at her.

Her.

Mr. President, the Vice President

made a speech last night.

I was wondering if you would comment on it.

Yes, I'm-I'm glad you asked that question.

I would like to make one thing perfectly clear.

The...

The Vice President...

...does not clear his speeches with me.

- Mr. President! - Mr. President...

Is the conference over?

Uh... no.

I just had to leave.

You know, I tried calling you last night,

after you hung up.

Where were you?

Did you?

Where was I?

I don't know.

I don't care what it is you're going through, son.

Commander Salmon assures me that your problems

will not interfere with your job,

and that's good enough for me.

But I don't think Dr. Salmon told you-

Wait, wait, wait- wait, Jack, wait.

Ah, look at that!

- Now, Jack. - Sir...

I... I don't care what this gypsy lady told you.

Commander Salmon tells me

that in your case,

or let's say that in this case,

the existence of a werewolf has not been verified.

So how could you be a werewolf, hm?

- Well, sir... - Where's the ball?

Where's the damn ball?

Sir, uh...

Take off your shoes or get in the gutter.

I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.

Whether you know this or not, but I get frightened too.

I like you, Jack, I really do.

You're like the son I never had.

I see a lot of myself in you.

I tell you,

you're going places, Jack, and I-

I like to be part of it.

There it is. Just be coming up and down there.

Mr. President, tonight, when the moon is full...

Aww, Jack.

Tonight, when the moon is full...

Get a hold of yourself, boy!

Tonight, when the moon is full...

You're just going through a crisis.

And I know about crisis.

Keep running from this one,

you'll be running the rest of your life.

Jack, uh... where'd you go to school?

University of Chicago, sir.

You play any ball there?

Oh, just four-wall handball, sir,

they didn't have varsity sports.

Well, that's all right, there's nothing wrong

with four-wall handball.

Here, listen, why don't you take a ball,

why don't you bowl a few frames with me?

Go on, take a ball and get over in that alley over there.

Just pick it up and step over there, that's it.

All right, Jack, I want you to watch this.

- Watch me, Jack. - Yes.

Watch now.

Here we go.

Ahh! Look at that shot!

All right, Jack, you take a shot.

Go ahead, go ahead.

Your turn, buddy.

Take a shot.

This morning's vote in the Senate

let me have the man I want on the Supreme Court.

Do you really think I don't care about that, hm?

Do you?

Take your position, press secretary,

go on, get up to the line there, that's it.

Now, I can assure you that after the proper amount

of time for testing and soul-searching,

I'll strike out at my enemy

swiftly and boldly.

Maybe even tonight.

Play, boy.

- Jack. - Yes.

Throw the ball, throw the ball.

No, no, not like that, here.

Look. Get down.

Bend your knees.

Bend your knees, bend your knees.

- Bend your knees! - Yes.

That's it. Now, bring the ball back and when you get ready,

just let it zip down the alley, right?

That's it, get the ball back there.

Get your knees down there.

Now, when you get the ball back there,

just let it whoosh, let it go, okay?

Do you think I run from the battle?

Do you think I shirk from it?

Jack, will you throw the ball?

Throw the ball down the alley.

Yes, sir.

If I were to shoot now,

I'd be aiming out of sheer recklessness,

I'd miss the target completely.

Now, son, there are only a few of us left in the boat now.

Got to stick together and have faith in one another.

I believe in you, Jack.

I want you to believe in me.

I promise to stand by you in this crisis, Jack,

if you promise me that you'll stand by yourself.

Jack, will you throw the ball, for Christ's sake?

I can't, sir!

Well, sure you can, Jack, just throw it!

No, I can't, I've been trying to tell you.

Jack, what kind of a man are you, anyway?

I've been trying to tell you, sir.

The first thing happens,

my fingers start to swell before the moon rises.

And now my fingers are stuck in the ball,

I can't get it off!

Oh, Jack, look, I have a meeting in the War Room.

- Jack, please. - I can't go.

Jack, look, Commander Salmon will be there.

Everything will be fine.

I'm stuck in the ball!

Drop that ball.

Pull!

Beat it-we got it.

Get outta here.

Nothin' wrong with that ball.

Nothing at all.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen...

I'd like to come directly to the point.

I would like to be able to announce

the withdrawal of all troops

totally and immediately in Southeast Asia,

but frankly,

I'm afraid of the reaction from the lunatic right.

General Durocher- oh, excuse me, General-

Admiral, Admiral Durocher,

you are a politically astute tactician

well aware of the tensions on the home front.

What can I do to keep down casualties

here and abroad

while I speed up truth- troop withdrawals?

- Oh, sir. - Hm?

Don't you think we should notify Congress?

Notify Congress?

What do you think, Jack?

Jack?

Uh... oh, goddammit, let's-let's just ignore them.

Gentlemen, our credibility is at stake

throughout the world.

No, I will not be found wanting

in this nuclear age.

Uh, just one more thing, gentlemen,

about our plan to recognize Red China.

Mr. President!

He's a great kidder, isn't he?

Jack, what time is it now?

Jack, what time is it?

Jack?

Jack, what the hell time is it?

Jack!

Hey, just wait-Jack!

Jack!

Gentlemen, will you, uh, please excuse the boy?

He hasn't been feeling too well.

Wait, wait.

What does-wait!

Wait.

What is your name?

What-what is your name?

You have a name!

What is your name?

Tell me your name!

What... is your name?

Are you real?

Are you really real?

My name is Whittier.

I called earlier about some silver bullets?

No-no, I want them.

With powder, and tonight.

All right, $500, I don't care.

No, they don't have to be ballistically perfect.

Well, can you make one by tonight?

All right, then send me one.

Well, if bullets won't stop it,

maybe we can get it with a tank or a flamethrower.

I don't want him destroyed under any circumstances.

Don't you realize how important it is to our programs?

You must issue the order that he be taken alive.

It's damn interesting, Dr. Kiss,

about the programs.

Just-just what the hell are our scientific programs?

I haven't any more time for this.

I have my own work to tend to.

Although the city is pretty much alarmed

if word leaks out that there's a werewolf running around

and we can't kill it.

Well, just don't let it.

Only you and I have seen this.

Just keep all the people off the streets tonight

- and we'll handle it. - I don't know about that.

I mean, I'm up to my neck in this Asian policy stuff,

and then, those two students out in Ohio.

I respectfully submit, sir,

that that is your problem.

Yes.

Oh, uh...

Dr. Kiss?

Dr. Kiss?

Dr. Kiss, what do you think

of my Southeast... Asian policy?

Dr. Kiss?

Oh.

Okay.

Mrs. Captree,

the publisher,

the Black kid,

the guard in the Pentagon last night,

and this is the same shape as the scar on my shoulder,

with just one night

to fill in the shape of the five-pointed star.

Another murder tonight,

at Watergate.

My apartment.

And there's no doubt about it,

the shoes we found at the Pentagon are his.

And the shirt...

And the shirt.

If I could just catch a plane tomorrow,

I'll have a full month to find that old gypsy woman

before the full moon rises again.

And Doctor, I know you- you could find a way

to tell the President so that there won't be

a search for me tonight, or an investigation.

Sure.

But you have to lock me up tonight.

All right, I'm convinced.

We'll lock you up.

We can't let the press know about this.

We can't let anybody know about it.

Yeah.

There's no doubt the press would seize

on your personal tragedy

to discredit the President.

Oh, frankly, I don't even want him to know.

He's got enough on his mind already.

Jack...

I'm sorry about this.

Could you tell...

Marion?

All right, I'll- I'll tell her.

I even think I might be able to get some rest tonight,

knowing I'm chained up.

Let's go.

What's that?

It's a time-lapse camera, Jack.

Presumably, it'll go on during the transformation.

If you are what you say you are,

we owe it to science to make a record of it.

Oh, and the President wants a copy for his new library.

Oh, Captain Salmon,

would you turn on the television for me?

I'd like to watch the President's address tonight.

Still angry over the-

I have to leave soon, Jack,

but I'll be back after the address is over.

Nominee to Congress.

I can't believe I have to go through

another night of this agony.

Captain Salmon.

You see that cane?

The cane right by the television set?

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

Now hit me with it.

Hit me with it! On the head!

Kill me!

I'm just a violent beast and I'm better off dead!

I'm better off dead!

- Jack! - I'm better off dead,

so kill me, will ya?

Pull yourself together, Jack.

Now, there's nothing to whimper about.

I guess this station will do.

He's gonna be on all the stations.

All right, Jack, I'll-I'll be back after the address.

Oh my God!

Marion.

Who did this to you, Jack?

No one did anything to me, Marion.

Now, will you get out of here?

Are you insane? Who did this to you?

Marion, will you leave my chains alone?

Did you do this to yourself?

No, just leave them alone, Marion.

Goddammit! Will you get outta here?

Out! Out!

Will you please stop barking at me?

Now, please stop that nonsense.

It's not nonsense, Marion.

Please. Will you leave before anything happens to you?

No, I'm not going to leave, of course not.

In fact, I'm spending the night here.

- What? - So that you can see

this is all in your mind.

Oh, Marion, get the hell out of here!

Don't worry, I'll leave your chains on.

What's that?

Marion, just next to the TV, there's a gun there.

You see it?

All right. It's loaded.

Now, if anything happens to me,

if I... change,

that's the only thing that can keep me

from killing someone else.

Oh, Jack, stop it!

Marion, if you insist on staying here,

you can at least do that for me.

Keep it with you at all times!

Now, you can do that for me, can't you, Marion?

You can at least do that?

No, don't answer it!

Hello?

It's Daddy.

Mr. President?

Uh, Jack, I know I gave you a few days off,

but it's just that the press secretary is ill

and I need you there.

I guess it's my most important address ever.

I'm announcing an arms limitation agreement

with the Chinese foreign minister, and I-

Well, I just don't want the public to think

that it's a cover for the curfew I'm imposing

upon Washington tonight.

I just don't want to sound like the little boy

who cried wolf.

You know what I mean, Jack?

What?

Jack, I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to insist.

Yeah.

Well, I've already sent a chopper over there

to pick you up.

Chopper-helichopter, you know...

Mr. President, isn't that your helicopter over there?

They're all my helicopters, Jack.

Oh.

Hiya, Sally.

How are you doing?

- Sit down over there. - Thank you.

Get comfortable.

Jack, sit over there.

Well!

It's a special occasion, Mr. Prime Minister.

It's the first time we've ever interrupted

our nation's television broadcasting

for an unannounced press conference.

Isn't that right, Jack?

I understand it comes at a very good time.

Is it true that everybody in Washington

is afraid of a werewolf?

A werewolf?

No, no, I haven't heard that story.

Oh, is that so?

I read a report of it in one of the Hanoi papers.

It sounded like a case of mass hysteria.

Well, it sounds like an amusing report,

Mr. Prime Minister.

Jack, would you look into that?

Jack?

We will introduce you to the nation,

and then I will come on next with a-

Mr. Prime Minister,

we are going to introduce you first

to the nation.

Mr. Prime Minister, you're not listening.

Mr. Prime Minister.

Do you understand, Mr. Prime Minister?

I don't understand at all.

Then I come on and then I'll announce-

I'm not talking about this,

I'm talking about this!

This is not the thing I want.

- I don't want him here! - What?

Just leave Jack out of this.

Now, will you just talk to me for a moment?

What I'm talking about, Mr. Prime Minister-

Let's talk about this first.

I don't want to see him here!

Mr. Prime Minister,

would you please pay attention here

just a moment?

Now, Jack.

Jack, will you pay attention too?

Goddammit! Uh-

Is this a joke?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

It's no joke, Mr. Prime Minister.

No war, of course.

Jack, please just help me out here a little bit, will ya?

Um...

What? I don't understand what you said.

Jack, Jack...

But I don't know what you're talking about.

I'll get it-Jack.

Jack, would you just pay a little attention

over here, Jack?

No, Jack; this is hijack! Hijack!

No, no, there's no hijack, Mr. Prime Minister.

No, no hijack.

You'll go before the nation-

No more, no more.

I go!

I go, I go!

No, no, no, don't get off here!

No, no, don't get off here.

We have to land, sir. Land, land.

Jack, how do you say land?

Jack, will you please try to pay some attention over here?

Mr. Prime Minister, after we announce you-

Jack, you were right.

It is you!

Jack... down, boy.

Down, Jack!

No, don't shoot, don't shoot!

Don't shoot.

Don't harm him at all.

Jack, down, Jack!

Jack, this is your president talking to you.

Now, sit, boy! Sit!

Heel, Jack!

Heel, heel!

Sally!

Sally-ohh!

Sally, get this plane outta the sky!

Don't let 'em shoot! Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

For Christ's sake, don't shoot!

Hey! Get a doctor over here, quick!

All right, all right, keep back!

He might be the president, but he's still a human being.

It was Jack Whittier.

My God. Marion.

I-I...

I-I-I just-

I just want to make one thing perfectly clear.

Jack?

Jack, is that you?

Marion!

It's all right, dear, it's all right.

Oh, Jack.

Oh, good God.

It was Whittier.

Oh, Jack!

Now-

Jack, I didn't know!

Get Marion out of here.

Jack!

I don't want the press to know she's here.

Jack! Jack!

Jack!

Jack...

Now, if this gets out...

What gets out, General?

He's changed back.

Who's to say...

...any of us saw what we saw?

An autopsy. We'll have an autopsy.

No, no, no, no, my mind, it's playing tricks on me.

Listen, we'll- we'll give him a, uh,

a hero's burial.

He became-

He came between

a sniper's bullet

and the President's daughter.

Yeah, right.

Will you trace this gun,

find out who the owner is?

No, no, bury it, bury it,

bury it with last year's nerve gas.

The President's gonna be all right.

He just has a little bite on the neck.

Thank God.

Hal!

Tell Marion, uh, her father's gonna be all-

Never mind.

Well.

You guys won't have Jack Whittier

to kick around anymore.

My fellow Americans.

This is your president speaking to you

from the White House.

First, I want to thank you

for your letters and telegrams

offering me your best wishes

during my recent illness.

Secondly, I know I can count on your support

as I lash out against the enemies of America,

both in the press as well as the Senate,

Republicans as well as Democrats,

white as well as Black,

who have circulated the vicious rumors

holding members of my administration

responsible for the recent and tragic deaths

of just a few of my political opponents.

At night,

I roam the silent, empty corridors

of this great house,

wrestling with my conscience,

and I've come to this conclusion:

If I'm to prevent our enemies from destroying not me

but the very office of the presidency,

I must have your support.

And so...

and-and so...

And so...

And so...