An American Werewolf in London

Blue Moon

You saw me standing alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own

Blue moon

You knew just what I was there for

You heard me saying a prayer for

Someone I really could care for

And then there suddenly appeared before me

The only one my arms will ever hold

I heard somebody whisper Please adore me

And when I looked the moon had turned to gold

Blue moon

Now I'm no longer alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own

And then there suddenly appeared before me

The only one my arms will ever hold

I heard somebody whisper Please adore me

And when I looked the moon had turned to gold

Blue moon

Blue moon

Now I'm no longer alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own

Blue moon

That's East Proctor, and all about here are the moors.

I go this way.

Thanks for the ride, sir. You have lovely sheep.

Boys, keep off the moors. Stick to the roads, and the best of luck.

Thanks again. I'm gonna miss you.

Bye, girls.

- You cold? - Yeah.

- Good. - Jack!

- David. - You're not having a good time, are you?

Oh, I don't know. I mean, look around.

Isn't this a fun place?

- Well, I like it here. - Right.

- Northern England first, Italy later. - Right.

- I mean, we've got three months. - Right.

Those sheep shit on my pack.

You think she'll meet me in Rome?

I think Debbie Klein's a mediocre person with a good body.

There's nothing mediocre about Debbie Klein's body.

She's a jerk.

You're talking about the woman I love.

I'm talking about a girl you wanna fuck. So give me a break.

All right. Well, I have to make love to her.

It's really very simple. She has no choice.

It just fascinates me how much energy you spend on somebody so dull.

There's nothing dull about that body.

We've known Debbie, what, since the eighth grade?

How many years of foreplay is that?

She says she likes me too much.

What are you worried about Debbie Klein for, anyway?

There are gonna be plenty of girls on this trip.

We're off to a great start.

- Say, "Knock, knock." - Knock, knock.

- Who's there? - Who?

- Don't you get it? - What?

You don't get that joke? All right, I'll try another.

- Say, "Knock, knock." - What?

- Say, "Knock, knock." - Who's there?

- No. No, no, no. You say, "Knock, knock." - Knock, knock.

- Who's there? - Who?

No. You don't...

You're right. It is a pub.

Okay, what do you say, we go in for a little food, drink, rest?

"The Slaughtered Lamb"?

That's kind of strange.

- Where's the lamb? - It's probably inside getting cold. Come on.

No, really. What kind of ad is that for a pub?

I don't know. Would you rather the Hilton?

All right, but whatever happens,

- It's your fault. - It's my fault.

- Right. - All right. Come on.

Hello.

Hi. Nice to see you.

It's very cold outside. May we come in?

- Yes. Do you have any hot soup? - No.

- Do you have any coffee, then? - No.

Do you have any hot chocolate?

We have spirits and beers. If it's something hot that you want, you can have tea.

- Then you have tea? - No.

- Oh. - But I can make some for you, if you like.

- Oh, yes, please. - Oh, yes, please.

- Nice-looking group. - Hey, listen, at least it's warm in here.

Look at that.

- Yeah, what about it? - It's a five-pointed star.

Maybe the owners are from Texas.

- Remember the Alamo. - I beg your pardon?

- Oh, he was just joking. - Joking?

I remember The Alamo. I saw it once in London, in Leicester Square.

She means in the cinema, that film with John Wayne.

Oh, yeah, of course.

Checkmate.

Right. With Laurence Harvey. Everybody dies in it. Very bloody.

Bloody awful, if you ask me.

Here, Gladys, Tom. Did you hear the one about that rushing...

Let me speak!

- Ask him what the candles are for. - You ask him.

All right, then. I shan't tell it. No, no, you've had your chance.

It's a pentangle, a five-pointed star.

It's used in witchcraft.

Lon Chaney, Jr., in Universal Studios, maintained that's the mark of the Wolf Man.

I see. You want me to ask them if they're burning candles to ward off monsters.

- Right. - Wrong.

All right, then! There was this airplane

over the Atlantic on its way to New York,

and it was full of men from the United Nations.

- Go on, ask him. - You ask him.

So halfway over the ocean the engines run low on petrol.

So, they have to lighten the plane.

So they heave out all the baggage, but it's still too heavy.

So they chuck out all the seats, but it's still too heavy.

Finally, this Frog, he steps up, shouts, "Vive la France," and leaps out.

- Then an Englishman, he steps up, shouts... - Hear, hear.

..."God save the Queen," and he leaps out.

But the plane is still too heavy.

So the Yank delegate from Texas, he steps up, shouts,

"Remember the Alamo," and chucks out the Mexican!

Remember the Alamo.

Excuse me. What's that star on the wall for?

You made me miss.

I'm sorry.

I've never missed that board before.

Jack, we'd better go.

Are you kidding? I'm starved.

There's no food here.

- Shall we go, Jack? - Apparently so.

- You can't let them go. - How much do we owe you?

Nothing, lads. Go. God be with you.

- Thank you. - Wait!

You just can't let them go.

Go. Stay on the road.

Keep clear of the moors.

- Thank you. - Beware the moon, lads.

Yeah.

- What the hell was that all about? - I don't know.

Let's go up the road and see if there's an inn or something.

"Beware the moon"?

Yeah, I know, Jack, but come on. I'm freezing.

Where the hell are we going?

Anywhere. I just want to get away from The Slaughtered Lamb.

Where to now, Kessler? The Duck's Breath?

Okay, look, I'm sorry. I'm sure we'll find something else.

- Weird fucking place. - It was, man.

But, boy, they could play darts.

You can't let them go.

Should the world know our business?

- It's murder, then! - Then murder it is.

It's in God's hands now.

- What do you think was wrong? - I have no idea.

Maybe that pentangle was for something supernatural.

Oh, I see.

And they were too embarrassed to talk about it because they just felt so silly.

- They were ashamed. - Yeah.

Oh, please, don't rain!

Oh! Of course.

- Oh, David. - Yes, I'm well aware

of how pleasant the weather is in Rome at the present time, thank you.

Santa Lucia

- Santa Lucia - Santa Lucia

- Santa Lucia - Santa Lucia

- Santa Lucia - Santa Lucia

It's-a-cold and-a-wet out here!

Perhaps they'll be safe in the rain.

No one brought them here. No one wanted them here.

- You could have told them. - Are you daft?

And what do you think they'd say?

They'd think us mad.

Listen.

Do you hear it?

We must go to them.

I heard nothing.

Nor I.

Did you hear that?

- I heard that. - What was it?

Could be a lot of things.

Yeah?

- A coyote. - There aren't any coyotes in England.

- The hound of the Baskervilles? - Pecos Bill?

- Heathcliff. - Heathcliff didn't howl.

No, but he was on the moors.

It's a full moon.

- "Beware the moon." - "Beware the moon."

"And stick to the road." Oops.

I vote we go back to The Slaughtered Lamb.

Yeah.

Hey, wait a minute. We're lost.

Shit, David. What is that?

- I don't know. Come on. - "Come on" where?

Anywhere. I think we should just keep moving.

It's moving.

It's circling us.

Oh, fuck.

- What's the plan? - Plan?

Let's just keep walking.

That's right. A lovely stroll on the moors.

Tra-la-la-la. Isn't this fun?