Lawrence.
Lawrence!
Wake up.
Lawrence.
Terrible things, Lawrence.
You've done terrible things.
Hold your fire! We want him alive!
Get down! On your knees!
Tis as you said, Inspector.
It is as you said.
I'm sorry, Sir John.
Be strong, Lawrence.
Be strong.
Where is my father?
I am sorry to see you back here with us, Lawrence.
You disappoint me.
But we have made enormous strides
in the treatment of delusions such as yours.
Where is my father?
Bracing, is it, guv'ner?
Where's my father?
I said if you don't kill my father, he will kill again and again
and again and again.
"Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
"Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' the earth?
"And smelt so? And smelt so?"
I hope this won't impede your return to the stage.
Alas, poor Yorick!
Lawrence, wake up.
I heard something.
Terrible things, Lawrence.
Terrible things.
Father!
Look into my eyes, Lawrence. You see, I'm quite dead.
It's all right, Lawrence.
Everything's all right. I'm going to take you home.
Come with me.
It's all right. Come on.
It's all right.
Hold me.
Just hold me.
It's not real.
Lycanthropy.
Yeah, lycanthropy.
I contracted the disease, if that's what it is, in India in the Hindu Kush.
The natives directed me to a cave high up in the mountains,
where, according to legend, lived a strange creature. A very strange creature.
And after a great many days of climbing and searching,
finally, I came upon it. I found it.
I found the cave, and the strange creature that lived there.
It was a little boy,
a little wild feral boy, powerfully strong,
who suddenly attacked me and bit me.
So I returned to my hunting companions in the valley below
thinking I'd been made the butt of a joke.
I soon discovered otherwise.
You killed my mother.
Yeah, I suppose I did.
You should kill yourself.
I cannot tell you how often I've considered that.
But life is far too glorious, Lawrence,
especially to the cursed and the damned
like myself.
Yeah.
Every night of the full moon,
for many years, I've been locked away in that crypt
by Singh, my faithful servant.
25 years.
Then she came, didn't she? Hot and burning like the face of the moon.
Gwen?
Yeah, she would have taken your brother away from me,
and they would have both vanished into the night forever.
And although I was resigned to it, the beast in me was not.
And, Ben, you understand, had come to tell me
that he was quite resolute in his decision to leave Talbot Hall for good
and to take Gwen away from me.
I became drunk and violent, and extremely violent.
And I struck out at Singh, who was trying to restrain me,
and I knocked him out cold.
Poor... Poor old Singh.
Yeah.
You know, I never told you this, Lawrence,
but I used to be a bare-knuckle prize fighter
when I was a young man in the ports of Boston,
San Francisco, New York.
Back in the good old days, before you were born.
Long time ago.
Bam!
Yeah.
Anyway, as a consequence, I was unable to lock myself in the crypt that night.
And I found your brother's body in a ditch
not far from the house.
He'd been torn to pieces.
I know now it was a mistake to lock up the beast.
Don't you think so, Lawrence?
I should have let it run free.
Kill or be killed.
I'll kill you!
You have a long way to go yet, my young pup.
I'll kill you.
Your chance is coming
soon enough.
She'll be full tonight,
the moon.
I have a small gift for you, Lawrence,
in the event you don't find life
as glorious as I find it to be.
Or not to be.
I'm deeply sorry about this, Lawrence. I do love you, dear boy.
You may find that hard to believe,
in the light of what has happened.
I'll kill you.
Sleep now. I'll kill you.
Rest.
Guard? I'll kill you!
I attempted to remove these mental fabrications,
but now, 25 years later, I find that young Lawrence's harmless hallucinations
have manifested themselves into delusions of a horrific nature.
Mr. Talbot.
We are here tonight to illustrate conclusively
that Mr. Talbot's fears are quite irrational.
So we will remain in this room together,
and once Mr. Talbot has witnessed
that the full moon holds no sway over him,
that he remains a perfectly ordinary human being,
he will have taken his first small step
down the long road to mental recovery.
Now, we are all aware that Mr. Talbot
has suffered quite traumatic personal experiences.
He witnessed his mother's self-mutilations.
His young mind, unable to accept it, created a fantastical truth,
that his father is to blame.
That his father is literally
a monster.
But your father is not a werewolf.
You were not bitten by a werewolf.
You will not become a werewolf
any more than I will sprout wings and fly out of that window.
Please, please, help me.
I think that Mr. Talbot has something to say to us.
Stop it.
Speak up, Mr. Talbot.
Forgive me, but we can't hear you.
You moron.
Tonight, I will kill all of you!
I will kill all of you!
Yes, well, as you can see, lycanthropy
Please do something about it! is a disease of the mind
existing somewhere in the deep recesses Kill me.
Kill me! of Mr. Talbot's thoughts.
To him, it seems very real.
The subject before you has, for the past month,
undergone both pharmaceutical and physical desensitizing
in order to reduce the nervous exaggerations.
Dr. Hoenegger? This malady derives from...
Doctor!
Let me pass!
For God's sake, hurry up!
Open... Open this door!
It seems to be locked, sir.
Idiot! Open it!
Smash open this door!
Help me!
Davis? Yes, sir?
Are you armed? Yes, sir.
Give me your revolver! Quickly!
Pardon me. Excuse me.
As you were.
Carter! Sir.
Have you got a pistol? Yes, sir.
Follow me.
Telegraph the Yard. Issue weapons.
All right, sir. Now!
Right away, sir!
I don't suppose we have any silver bullets.
What?
Clear the street!
My God!
You two, with me.
Steady.
God help us.
Up ahead!
Start checking the docks!
Who's there?
Lawrence?
What are you doing here?
What have they done to you?
I am what they say I am.
I'm a monster.
And so is my father.
He killed Ben.
And my mother, too.
I can help you.
There's no help for me.
If such things exist,
if they are possible,
then everything is.
Magic.
And God.
I can find a way to stop it.
I must confess,
I envy my brother for the days he had with you.
What joy he must have felt.
I would have given anything I own
to have known you in another life.
I must get back to Talbot Hall and end this.
Lawrence.
Please let me help you.
You already have.
Lawrence, don't. Just stay here with me.
Stay here with me!
Miss Conliffe, good morning.
Inspector.
May I impose?
I must ask you directly, have you seen Lawrence Talbot?
I'm sure by now you've heard of his escape.
Yes, I've heard. And, no, I haven't seen him.
Miss Conliffe, I cannot stress to you enough the mortal peril you're in
should you find yourself in his presence.
Thank you. I'll be careful.
Miss Conliffe, I admire your noble intentions.
You think you can save him, but you can't.
I must insist you come with me.
Insist? He's not... Carter!
He's not here, Inspector!
Take your hand off me.
Come on! Take your hand off me!
Come on now, woman!
Talbot?
Raise your arms and step out where I can see you.
Talbot?
No! Come now! Come along!
Now there's some bad luck for you.
Globe! Globe! Lawrence Talbot is still missing!
Police scour London!
Globe! Globe!
Lawrence Talbot is still missing!
Police scour London!
Lawrence Talbot is still missing!
Police scour London!
I'm looking for a woman called Maleva. Do you know her?
Thank you.
What is it you want from me?
Lawrence Talbot.
You know what happened to him. You understand it.
Listen to me.
I need you to help me.
Leave him to his fate.
I have to save him.
Do you love him?
Just tell me what to do.
Will you condemn him?
Or will you
set him free?
Do you know what that means?
Yes.
But I can't. I can't do that. He's still there.
I know he is. I know I can save him.
I'm begging you, tell me what to do.
There is no cure.
You are risking your life.
May the saints protect you and give you strength to do what you must.
There!
You're sure he'll come?
Yeah, quite sure.
Right.
Take the priory road.
Railway station.
South garden to the river.
Tell Sir John we're here,
and then stay close to the estate,
but not too close.
If you see Talbot,
don't get caught in a conversation.
Shoot him
and kill him.
On sight!
Carter hasn't reported.
He's not at his post in front of the house.
Miss Conliffe?
Wait!
Get the others.
Samson.
"I will arise and go to my father,
"and I will say unto him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and before thee.
"'I am no more worthy to be called thy son."'
And lo and behold, there he stands. The prodigal son.
For he is returned.
Shall I have my own robe brought to be placed upon your shoulders?
Rings for your fingers? Shoes for your feet?
What you should do is pray,
but we both know it wouldn't do any good.
Are those Singh's silver bullets in my gun?
I'm sorry.
You have me at a disadvantage.
It makes me happy.
What does?
Seeing you here like this.
My son returned.
It is glorious, isn't it?
No. It's hell.
Hell?
No. The beast is the beast.
Let it run free.
Poor little Lawrence.
You were the fragile one.
I removed the powder from those shells many, many years ago.
But I confess,
I was quite overwhelmed by your enormous courage.
Finally, you're the man I always wanted you to be.
Lawrence! My boy.
Here.
Do you see her, Lawrence?
Do you feel her presence? Her power?
She'll be here soon.
Coming from darkness into light.
You're heir to my kingdom, Lawrence.
You've always been heir to my kingdom.
No!
Run! Run!
Are you sure you're all right, sir?
Go on.
Look at me, Lawrence. You know me.
You know who I am.
Don't.
You know who I am!
Lawrence! Don't.
Look at me.
Lawrence, you know me.
You know me, remember me, look at me.
It's Gwen.
Lawrence, it's Gwen. Please.
No!
Gwen...
I'm sorry.
It had to be this way.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Subtitles: Arigon
It is said there is no sin in killing a beast,
only in killing a man.
But where does one begin and the other end?