Quickly, the werewolf savagely attacks and kills his victim. In town, the empty streets echo with the howling of the Wolf Man. Mr. Twiddle comes running down the street. A man from a window hollers at him . . .
Man 1: Did you hear that, Mr. Twiddle?
Twiddle: Of course I did. Otherwise, I'd be all snuggled in bed.
Man 1: Sounded like a wild animal.
Others appear and join in . . .
Man 2: Might be some beast the Gypsies left behind.
Woman: Seemed to come from the churchyard.
Montford (charges in): Don't stand there talking. Let's go and see.
Twiddle: Very well, let us go and have a look.
They are now at the dug up grave in the churchyard.
Lloyd: Good morning, gentlemen.
Man: Good morning.
Lloyd: Morning, Captain.
Montford: It could be a better one, Doctor.
Lloyd: Good morning, Twiddle.
Twiddle: Good morning, Doctor.
Lloyd: Richardson, eh?
Lloyd: Severed jugular.
Montford: Is that the way Jenny Williams was killed?
Lloyd: Yes. . . Find something?
Montford: Animal tracks. . . . A wolf.
The next morning, we see animal mud tracks on the window sill of Larry's bedroom. The muddy tracks continue through his room up to his bed where Larry is lying. Larry wakes up and checks his skin, seeing that he is human again, not sure if it was a dream. He opens his shirt to discover a pentagram mark on his chest. He then sees the muddy tracks and begins wiping them away. Larry notices Montford just outside who has followed the tracks leading to Larry's bedroom. Moments later, Larry appears in the living room.
Sir John: Good morning, Larry. You're up early.
Larry: Yes. I heard people in the corridor. Is there anything wrong?
Sir John: Richardson was killed last night The gravedigger. The tracks lead up to this house.
Sir John: No, animal tracks. A wolf.
Larry: A wolf? Where do you suppose a wolf came from?
Sir John: He might have escaped from the circus or a zoo.
Larry: What is this story about a man turning into a wolf?
Sir John: You mean the werewolf?
Larry: Yes, sir.
Sir John: Well, it's an old legend. You'll find something like it in the folklore of nearly every nation. The scientific name is lycanthropia. It's a variety of schizophrenia.
Larry: That's all Greek to me.
Sir John: Well, it is Greek. It's a technical expression for something very simple. The good and evil in every man's soul. In this case, evil takes the shape of an animal.
Larry: I can figure out most anything if you give me electric current and tubes and wires, something I can do with my hands. But these things, you can't even touch . . .
Sir John: What's the matter with you, Larry?
Larry: Oh, nothing sir. . . But do you believe in these yarns?
Sir John: Larry, to some people, life is very simple. They decide that this is good, this is bad, this is wrong, that's right. There's no right and wrong, no good and bad. No shadings and grays, all black and whites.
Larry: That'd be Paul Montford.
Sir John: Exactly. Now, others of us find that good, bad, right, wrong are many-sided complex things. We try to see every side. But the more we see, the less sure we are. Now, you ask me if I believe a man can become a wolf. Well, if you mean, can he take on the physical characteristics of an animal? No. It's fantastic. However, I do believe most anything can happen to a man in his own mind.
The hear a church bell ringing.
Sir John: Time for church. . . You know, Larry, belief in the hereafter is a very healthy counterbalance to all the conflicting doubts man is plagued with these days. Come on.
At the church, townfolk are buzzing about the murders.
Man 1: Last night, it caught up with Richardson.
Man 2: Many's the grave he dug for others. Now they're digging one for him.
Woman: I don't dare open my door anymore, for fear of that beast.
Mrs. Williams: That beast. Has anybody seen it? I don't think it even exists. Very strange there were no murders here before Larry Talbot arrived. I think . . .
Man 3: Hold your tongue, Mrs. Williams. Do you know that's slander?
Mrs. Williams: I know what I know. You should have seen the way he looked at me in Conliffe's shop. Like a wild animal with murder in his eyes.
Man 1 (shushing): Here he comes.
Larry and Sir John arrive at the church and enter. Gwen and Charles arrive at the same time.
Sir John: Good morning.
Charles: Pleasure to see you, Sir John.
Gwen: How are you, Larry?
Larry (distant, cold): Fine, thank you.
Charles: Come, my dear.
The organ plays as they enter the church. All find a seat, except Larry. He stands back, feeling the eyes of everyone on him. Larry pivots and exits the church.
Later at the Talbot estate, Montford is holding a cast of the wolf track print. Also present besides Sir John, are Dr. Lloyd and Frank.
Montford: I think I'll send this cast of the animal's tracks to the expert at Scotland Yard.
Sir John: Why? They'll laugh at you. There's no question about it. It's a wolf.
Frank: Probably hiding in the woods somewhere. What about traps?
Lloyd: We go to do something before the town becomes completely hysterical.
Montford: Yes, this muttering of werewolves.
Larry enters the living room.
Sir John: Come along, Larry. We're discussing this wolf that seems to be roaming the countryside.
Frank: Yes, you saw him. What's he like? Is he a big fellow?
Larry: It isn't a wolf.
Frank: What do you mean?
Larry: It's a werewolf.
Montford: Maybe he's right. Let's have a hunt and drive it out. That'd be a valuable addition to anybody's collection of animals. Just imagine having a stuffed werewolf staring at you from the wall.
Larry is glaring at Montford, inching forward, then pauses when Lloyd chimes in.
Lloyd: I wouldn't joke about it, Paul.