The Rats Are Coming! The Werewolves Are Here!

Malcolm, that no—good bastard!

It serves Malcolm right!

He was told not to wander off!

You get back there, get back!

What are you yelling at me for,

it's not my fault he got out.

Monica, you go wake up pa and tell him

I'll be with him in a minute.

He's already been awake for about an hour now.

Don't just stand there, right this minute,

go and tell him I'll be with him as soon

as I put something on Malcolm's burns.

Stop that!

See that?

That girl's completely out of control,

you'd better do something with her.

Why didn't you, I don't need to do everything myself.

Put something on Malcolm's

poor burns and then I'll come in later and give him a shot

of some of papa's morphine.

I've got to see papa.

Oh and put his leg irons on so that he won't get out again.

I bet Monica let him out of his chains,

what makes you say that?

Well, she was in here not half an hour ago.

We'll just have to keep her away from Malcolm.

I don't know why she hates him so much.

Monica hates everything and everybody,

she's just one big hate.

And it's all pa's fault.

It's not all pa's fault.

It's all our fault, we've all spoiled her

since the day she was born.

Pa thinks the sun rises and sets on her.

Maybe he does, but don't blame it all on him.

Pa?

Pa, are you here?

Over here, sweetie, I'm over here.

Now what are you doing up?

Didn't I tell you not to get

out of bed 'til after sundown?

How could I rest with all that uproar in the house?

What happened to Malcolm?

He got out of his chains and those boys

got after him again.

How could he get out of his chains?

Mortimer thinks Monica let him out.

Now why should she do a thing like that?

She's always picking on him.

Every time something happens to Malcolm,

Monica gets the blame, now why is that?

Well, she usually is to blame.

I'm sick and tired of hearing Monica

blamed for everything.

Well, I'm sick and tired of hearing you defending

everything she does.

She's always been your favorite, ever since mama died.

Monica's my baby, she's always been my baby.

If you don't like it then get out of the house.

Pa! (Dramatic music)

Monica!

Monica!

Well, don't just stand there, come and help me with pa!

All you do is fight with him again.

He wouldn't have these attacks if you wouldn't

fight with him all the time.

If it weren't for you, there wouldn't be fighting

half the time.

Yeah that's right, blame it on me,

you always have to blame it on me.

You let Malcolm out of his cage.

Who said I did?

It was Mortimer, wasn't it?

Tell the truth, it was you, wasn't it?

Let go of me!

It was you, wasn't it?

I don't have to tell you anything!

You'll be back below, you hear me?

You go to hell!

Don't you dare speak to me like that again.

I'll tell papa on you.

And you just wait and see if I don't!

You alright, papa?

Going to be alright, just keep quiet.

Here, Malcolm, drink this.

How bad is it?

He'll be alright in a few days.

Did you talk to papa? — yes.

Well, what did he say?

Well, what do you think he said?

He said the same old things he always says.

Did you get the morphine for Malcolm?

No, I forgot.

But I will after lunch.

Papa had another of his attacks.

Well, how did that happen?

Well, I started shouting at him about Monica

and then he got angry with me

and then he had one of his attacks.

Well, what did you have to make him angry for?

Can't you talk to him without making him angry?

Now I know it's all my fault—...

I mean you know the condition his heart is in.

I mean what the hell did you have to make him angry for?

Well, now don't you start.

Had a bad enough day without you picking on me.

Try to do the best I can for

this family and all but...

Now don't, Phoebe, don't don't, it's alright, stop it.

I'm sorry.

I'll brighten up.

I must have been building up to that cry for days.

It's alright.

Lunch will be ready in a few minutes.

Oh, where do you think we ought to put Diana

when she arrives?

We'll put her in the old master bedroom,

that should be alright.

I hope she's not too upset at Monica taking her old room.

Well, if she is, it's just too bad.

We can't be quibbling about things like that

when we've got more important things to worry about.

I wonder what he's like.

Who? — her husband.

Well, I'd forgotten all about him.

I wonder if papa will ever come 'round about him.

I'll make a bet with you on that.

What's that? — you wash the dishes

three weeks if I'm right.

I don't know, depends what it is.

I bet they'll take no more than two days here

and then find somewhere else to live.

It's a deal.

Did papa finish all his food?

No, he didn't eat very much.

You know why, don't you?

You mean Diana.

Well, if she were coming home alone,

it would be alright.

She had no right to go and get married like that

without telling us beforehand.

Well, it's done and there's nothing we can do about it.

She promised papa she'd come back and take care of him.

The only reason he let her go to that medical school

in Scotland so she'd come back

and take care of him properly.

She's a liar and a cheat.

I hate her.

Now I don't want any more out of you.

Another word and you'll go to your room.

What time are they coming?

Well, the letter said today or tomorrow

by the afternoon train but, I know it's going to be today.

You know how I'm always right when I get a feeling

about something like that.

Well, you weren't right about pa letting her

go off and get married like that.

I said I didn't want any more from you.

Now I'm warning you, Monica.

He's a painter, you know, he paints pictures.

Is he any good at them?

According to Diana he is.

Hasn't sold anything.

You didn't have to tell her she could

bring him here to live.

She'll be here about an hour, she'll want her old room back.

Go to your room.

Now what should I do?

I said go to your room.

You're always picking on me.

I mean it's alright for you to say something,

but as soon as I—...

Monica, they won't be gone if you don't stop.

Well, alright.

It's not going to be very pleasant around here

for a while, you know that, don't you?

Has it ever been so long as you can remember?

Come to think of it, no.

Damn it, she let him out again.

If she doesn't stop torturing him,

we'll have to start locking her in her room like Malcolm.

Oh I've missed you all terribly.

Where's papa, is everything alright?

Well, aren't you going to introduce us?

Oh, dreadfully sorry, I forgot.

Mortimer, Phoebe, this is my husband, Gerald.

Where's Monica?

She's somewhere around.

She's still mad at me then?

Have you ever known her when she wasn't mad at something?

I thought maybe these few years of not seeing each other

she would have grown up.

Oh as long as papa keeps letting her have her own way

she's never going to grow up.

Has papa really been alright?

More or less.

But he needs more of his shots now than he used to.

Well, how was medical school?

Did you like everything in Scotland?

Wait a minute, one question at a time, please.