Howling VI: The Freaks

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(HEAVY BREATHING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(SQUEAKING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOGS BARKING)

(SIGHS)

(BELL TINKLING)

All around town is

all right, Mayor,

but not having my picture

up in my own place,

gonna make people think I don't

care about this election.

Well, you don't, do you, Hank?

Well, no, but don't

you think it'd be a

good idea if people

knew I was running?

You can't tell the

voters everything, Hank.

Let 'em dig for a few small facts,

that way they feel as

if they're making an

intelligent decision

come election day.

Another candidate ain't

no small fact, Roger.

So what if he's running just

'cause he lost the bet? (LAUGHS)

Ain't no joke. My brother

could win, you know.

Oh, yeah. (LAUGHS)

This could be the first time I

don't get a landslide, huh, Hank?

Don't worry, Roger,

you've got my vote.

If the weather don't turn,

you'll be the only one voting.

Three more families

pulled out this morning.

This town isn't even

close to giving up.

There's too much sweat and

blood in those orchards

for... for the real farmers to...

to walk away because of a drought.

Blood and sweat is all they got.

I suppose the first

of the month you're

gonna accept that as

the mortgage payment?

(SCOFFS)

(DOOR OPENS)

FULLER:
Don't believe we've met.

I'm Fuller. Sheriff Fuller.

You got a name?

Yes, Ian Richards.

Where you from?

Oh, all over, really.

What kinda accent you got?

It's British.

-British!

(CHUCKLES) You mean like

they got there in England?

Yes, that's right.

Canton Bluff's quite

a ways from England.

You got some

identification in there?

No, just papers.

Money kind of papers?

Yeah, about $15 I think.

Hotel will cost you 17.50.

Well, I was... I was hoping to

find some daywork, actually.

Daywork, were you now?

Well, you see, we have a

problem, Mr. Ian Richards.

'Cause there just

ain't no daywork...

Ever worked with wood?

Yes, I have.

-DEWEY:
Fine, you're hired.

Can't pay in money, but

I've got a bed in the

attic and my Elizabeth

makes a fine meal.

Well, that's generous

of you, Dewey.

Right generous of you.

- I just don't see why...

- DEWEY:
I know you don't.

Follow me.

This town don't need no

long-term visitors.

Do I make myself clear?

This is it.

You a religious man, Ian?

No.

I don't know if I am anymore.

Are you restoring this church?

Oh, I'd like to.

It's my home, I'm its preacher.

Dad, I was won...

-Good timing.

I want you to fix up the

room in the attic.

Um, this is my daughter, Elizabeth.

Lizzie.

-And this is Ian Richards,

he's going to help

me fix up the place.

Find some of my old

clothes for him, will you?

Um, come on in, I'll

show you upstairs.

That would be great.

Well?

"Well", what?

You said you work with wood.

What do we do first?

You don't know a hammer from

a hacksaw, do you?

No.

Bloody great.

(INAUDIBLE)

Hey, you guys, break time!

You shouldn't be working

so hard in this heat.

It's not a contest.

I'm not tired, are you, Ian?

-Yes.

Well, if you get a heat stroke,

just don't come running to me.

Try acting your age, Elizabeth.

It's really fun.

(SCOFFS)

Thanks for the drink.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

I... I haven't seen

him smile in months.

Actually, he said the

same thing about you.

DEWEY:
Well, this

should finish it off.

(CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE)

Mighty fine work.

I'll be honest, I

didn't think you'd

get that much

done in a year.

(WHISTLES)

Hmm, not bad, is it?

I didn't think

I'd get that much

done in a lifetime.

At this pace, we're gonna

be finished in a week.

You got yourself a real

skill there, Mr. Richards.

Sorta like an artist, if

you know what I mean.

Well, thank you, Sheriff.

Say, I thought I'd buy everybody

a beer down at Hank's.

I'll spring for another one

if you wanna come along.

By any chance you registered

yet to vote, Mr. Richards?

No, I'm sorry.

The man can buy his own beer then.

I'm a bit tired, actually.

I think I'll pass.

Maybe some other time.

Let's get that cold one.

Ian, why don't you come?

I mean, you're the most exciting

thing that's happened around here

since I don't know when.

Come on down to Hank's and

tell us about yourself.

There's nothing to tell.

Everyone has something to say.

Where they've been, what they want,

what they're looking for.

You're a nice man,

Dewey, but please,

don't try and play

preacher man with me.

Goodnight.

Live, dead, or whatever.

"Bring it back," that's

what you told us.

Nothing else, except,

"Bring it back."

HARKER:
This is far from your

first job, Mr. Bellamey.

Or yours, Mr. Toones.

What do you have to

say for yourself?

Hmm? Mr. Carl?

Damn thing made me mad.

Just kept staring like...

Just kept staring.

So I had some fun.

You're an incredible specimen.

It's all right, my boy.

You're safe now.

I never wanted to hurt you.

I want to leave here.

You talk.

That's good.

I want to leave.

Why?

Everywhere you go it's the same.

Children laugh, and

old people scream.

They point their fingers

and yell, "Freak!"

Am I right?

No more.

The world will look

at you with awe.

As long as you're with me, they'll

never again call you, "Freak."

I promise.

Who are you?

My name is Harker.

I'm Winston.

Welcome to sanctuary, Winston.

Come on, you... You pitiful...

(LAUGHING)

Hey, stop it!

Come on, you ain't

gonna see the circus?

Welcome to the circus.

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