The Beast Must Die Page #2

because one of you

sitting here in this room

is a werewolf.

- If only I could believe it was a joke,

but you never joke, ever!

So, that leaves only

one other alternative.

You're out of your mind.

- I have never been

more serious in my life.

- Serious?

- One of our guests is

a werewolf, I know it.

- Then why invite them here?

Send them home, please.

- They're here and they're staying.

- Tom, I don't know what you're planning.

I don't care, but please,

for my sake.

- Things are easy to give up,

but a dream, a dream of hunting and facing

what no man has ever trapped before,

to give up that dream, no way.

- Tom?

What if the werewolf turns out to be me'?

" Pow!

Where were you going?

- I was going to the village!

- You were trying to escape!

- You don't really believe that one of us

is a, a werewolf?

- I certainly do.

- And you think it is me!

- It's a possibility.

- Look, I'll tell you what.

I'll stay here, you let the others go.

- Who are you trying to protect, Davina?

Is it Davina?

Let's go back, uh, this way, please.

Before the night's over, I'll

know exactly which one it is.

- Your werewolf, hmm?

- Hmm, a man who, by the

light of the full moon,

turns into a savage and ravening beast.

I understood they were very

common in your country.

- That is one of the

reasons I left my country,

why I escaped to england.

Away from a mentality that

believes in such things.

- Well, in Poland they may rely on garlic

and wolf bane strung about the house.

I prefer to make use of science.

- Well, if he's your werewolf,

I admire his taste in flesh.

- She used to be jan's pupil.

Had a great scene going

until he gave her the push.

- Hmm, well, they

seem close enough now.

- Now, yes, jan hasn't

played in over a year.

He got sick with some sort of virus.

As soon as Davina heard,

she dropped her jet-setting

and came back to him,

and he took her back.

It could be either one of them.

- She looks like butter

wouldn't melt in her mouth.

- Maybe she prefers meat, raw.

- Talking of raw meat, I, uh,

heard what you said in the conservatory.

- Last year in San trope, a

man was found partially eaten.

Paul foote spent the

summer there painting.

One of the paintings he did,

a man being attacked by a devil.

The face of that man--

- was the face of the victim.

- Right, he claims he copied it

from a newspaper photograph, he claims.

Well, maybe he's telling

the truth, just maybe.

One of my guests is certainly lying,

but which one?

Many books have been

written to show the werewolf

does not exist, but tonight,

I'm going to prove them wrong.

The conditions are ideal.

First, one must have a

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