Medium Raw: Night of the Wolf Page #6

You gave me this, remember?

Yeah, and I gave you that.

But we're not even close to being even.

It's okay.

I just want to talk.

And since you can't talk,

this is gonna be a little one-sided.

Do you remember her?

You killed my sister,

you son of a b*tch.

Not so tough

without your costume, are you?

Attention all staff,

Dr. Morgan, please report

to Harold Grierson's cell immediately.

Dr. Jamie Morgan

to cell 22A immediately.

Thank you.

We've got to get out of here.

Johnny, you heard the--

What the hell are you doing?

Mind your business, Pete.

Johnny, you said you wanted some time

to make him sing.

He's not singing.

Sure he is. He just don't know the tune.

I'm sorry, but I can't let you do this.

Yes, you can.

Let me do this.

Johnny.

You know why we came, Pete.

You can pretend like you don't,

but you do.

Let me do this, Pete.

I figured if I was gonna do

something crazy,

this would be the place.

What are you gonna do?

Access granted.

God damn it.

Johnny?

What the hell are you guys doing here?

Surprise.

Back to your corner, Harold, now.

Come on, we're gonna get you

out of here before D--

Dr. Parker.

I'm surprised to see you here, Johnny.

Well, I was just in the neighborhood

and I decided to drop by personally

and thank you

for all your tremendous

insight at the trial.

You don't think a man who dresses

as a wolf has psychological problems?

Not my call to make.

No, it's not.

I can appreciate

your emotional predicament.

Johnny Morgan, age five,

witnesses the death of his sister

at the hands of a costumed killer;

age six through 16-- a problem child,

moves from school to school;

age 18, he finds a purpose,

find Jesus, studies to be a cop;

age 25, he's top of the class,

becomes a detective,

hoping to make a difference.

Shortly thereafter

his sister's killer reappears

and kills his partner.

How am I doing?

You flatter me.

Let's just say I could write a book

about a boy who has the opportunity

to kill his childhood demon and fails.

Of course it would be

a very short book, but nevertheless...

The night's still young, Bob.

Listen to me, son.

I let you play your little game

in there, but your fun's over.

The only reason I'm not having you

hauled out of here in handcuffs

is because it would be

an embarrassment to this institution

and damage its reputation,

not to mention the reputation

of its lead doctor.

I assume you still care

what happens to her.

I mean, someone has to,

what with you obsessing

about the past and all.

I assume I can count on you

to make sure he doesn't cause

any more trouble.

Yes.

Hey Jamie.

Pete.

Jesus, Johnny, he could have

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