EXT. THE CINDERS BY THE TRACK, ARNIE'S POV NIGHT
We can see the hole where ARNIE put his beer, but it is of
course empty. Beside it are two huge prints in the cinders,
half wolf, half human.
EXT. ARNIE NIGHT
He's beginning to be afraid. Beginning to look around to see
what might be out here with him. Beginning to realize he is
in extremely deep shit.
A SHATTERING, SNARLING ROAR
EXT. THE WEREWOLF NIGHT
It rises up on its hind legs, eyes glaring an ugly yellow
green. Its snout wrinkles back, revealing those teeth.
EXT. ARNIE NIGHT
He's craning back to look at the thing, his face a grue of
A huge clawed hand/paw comes sweeping down. ARNIE's head is
granted an immediate Reno-style divorce from the rest of his
EXT. THE RAIL-RIDER NIGHT
SOUND of the beast approaching. A hairy arm and taloned hand
reaches into the toolbox bolted to the back and rummages.
The hand is dripping blood.
It comes up with a bottle of Rheingold.
The WEREWOLF begins to sing. It is a bizarre funny-horrible
grunting, the words hellishly recognizable.
WEREWOLF (gutteral; subhuman)
My beer is Rheingold the dry beer...
No bottle opener for this thing; it brings the neck of the
bottle down sharply on the edge of the toolbox. Beer foams
EXT. THE WEREWOLF'S FACE, IN DEEP SHADOW NIGHT
He/It rams the jagged neck of the bottle deep into its mouth
and drinks. Foam drizzles down its pelt. It's grinning.
WEREWOLF (snarling voice)
Think of Rheingold whenever you buy beer...
EXT. THE WEREWOLF, CU NIGHT
The bottle is empty. There are CRUNCHING SOUNDS as it begins
to eat the bottle.
Blood begins to run out of its mouth; its face wrinkles in
pain and fury. It spits out broken, bloody jags of glass.