She-wolf Of London Page #3
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1946
- 61 min
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I'll lock him in the garden.
I'm sorry I'm such
a coward, Barry.
I don't blame you for being
afraid, the way he was carrying on.
[Barking Continues]
[Dogs Barking]
[Dog Howling]
[Door Opening]
Oh! Oh, Aunt Martha!
You startled me.
I'm sorry, Phyllis.
I heard you
stirring about.
I thought I'd just look in
and say good night.
What in the world is
that? It's a lantern.
But why did you
hang it out there?
dogs from making such a racket.
They've been
at it all evening.
Come now, my dear. You can tell
me the truth. What do you mean?
I'm familiar with that
old Scottish superstition...
of hanging out a lighted lantern when
dogs howl, to drive away the evil spirits.
But you're far too intelligent
to believe in anything so silly.
Am I? I wonder.
Certainly you are.
Oh, leave it there!
But why? Why, because I want it there.
Isn't that reason enough?
Just as you say, dear.
Wait! Aunt Martha,
I'm sorry.
It's just that
I'm all on edge.
Those dogs and their constant
howling are driving me frantic.
And things that have been
happening in the park...
You poor child. You really
are upset, aren't you?
You mustn't let yourself
go to pieces like this.
Now, get into bed.
I'll fetch you some warm
milk from downstairs.
You'll sleep so soundly
you won't even hear the dogs.
Into bed with you.
I'll only be a minute.
[Martha]
Carol.!
Where are you going?
Answer my question.
I was going out for a breath of
air. It was stuffy in my room.
Why do you lie to me? You were
stealing out of the house...
to meet Dwight Severn.
Go to your room.
At once.
Here you are, darling.
Drink it.
And let's forget all about
Oh, thank you, Aunt Martha.
That's very sweet of you.
[Dogs Barking,
Howling]
Dismal sound,
ain't it, 'Erbert?
Like lost souls looking
for a place to rest.
Nothing quite as fancy,
Alfred, if you ask me.
More like lost wolves looking
for someone to tear to pieces.
Yes, 'orrible,
ain't it?
They do say the 'owling
of a dog means death.
In that case, half of London must
be at death's door at this minute.
[Screaming]
That's no dog.
Sounds like a child.
Here, come on!
[Exhales]
Blood.
[Sighs]
Good morning.
Why, Phyllis, what's the
matter? It's happened.
I knew it would happen.
What are you talking about? Look.
Your slippers are covered with mud! Yes.
And the hem of my robe... it's wet. As
though I'd been walking in wet grass.
But you couldn't have been
out! Blood on my hands.
Oh, Aunt Martha, what have I
done? Where did I go last night?
Stop it, Phyllis. You couldn't
have been out. It's impossible!
But my hands...
the robe...
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