Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man

Lawrence Stewart Talbot,

who died at the youthful age of 31.

R.I.P.

That's it.

Give me the chisel.

Suppose they didn't bury him with the money on him.

Everybody in the village knows about it...

his gold watch and ring and money in his pockets.

It's a sin to bury good money when it could help people.

This gives me the creeps.

What do you think it will look like after so many years?

Just bones and an empty skull.

Watch the lamp.

Get me the light.

Wolfbane.

Wolfbane?

Yes.

Even a man who is pure at heart...

and says his prayers by night...

may become a wolf...

when the wolfbane blooms...

and the moon is full and bright.

It looks like he's asleep.

Let's get on with it. First the ring.

We won't have to worry for a long time. I thought the dead was stiff.

Shut up.

Gold.

It's holding me.

Help me. Help me.

Alive.

Help, help!

Don't leave me!

Here, now. Come up.

Come on. Wake up and get along with you.

You've got a home, haven't you?

Or do you want me to take you to the station?

Good heavens!

How is the patient, Nurse? He's conscious, Dr. Mannering.

And talked. He insists upon sitting up.

Conscious? Talked?

But that's impossible so soon after a critical operation.

The nurse tells me you're well enough to talk.

Why, yes.

Pulse, 72, no fever.

There's no pain?

No.

Where am I? Queen's Hospital.

Queens? Yes, Queen's Hospital in Cardiff.

Wh... How did I get here?

You were found in the street more dead than alive with a head injury.

How did you get that skull fracture?

I... don't remember.

This is Inspector Owen. I'm Dr. Mannering.

What's your name?

Lawrence Talbot.

Lawrence Talbot.

Where did you come from?

Llanwelly Village.

But... how did I get to Cardiff?

That's enough for now. You must rest.

You'll be fit again very soon.

If there's any change, call me immediately.

Yes, Doctor.

Hello? Put me through to the police station at Llanwelly.

Just a routine checkup, Doctor. Then we can close the case.

Llanwelly Police Station.

This is Inspector Owen speaking, from Cardiff.

Have you got anything in your file on a man named...

Lawrence Talbot?

Why, of course. He lived here.

Good. That's all right, then. We've got him up here in our hospital.

Huh. I wouldn't want him in our hospital.

He died four years ago.

Why, of course I'm sure, Inspector.

I was present at his funeral.

That'll be all, Inspector. Good-bye.

Lawrence Talbot died four years ago. Your man's an impostor.

That's a harsh word, Inspector. Poor devil of unsound mind.

I'll wager he's sound enough to remember his own name.

I'm gonna have another talk with him.

Inspector. Yeah?

That man is my patient, not your prisoner.

I'll decide when he can be questioned again.

Very well. It's in your hands.

I found this bandage here when I came in this morning.

I didn't open the window. The patient must've done it himself.

You'd better cover him up.

You're all right. Nothing has happened.

Better get some more bandages. We'll renew the compress.

Now, don't excite yourself. Please be calm.

Doctor... something terrible has happened.

You must've had a nightmare. It's evident you were walking in your sleep.

Call the police.

The police? Yes, you'd better call them.

I'm a...

I'm a murderer.

Yes, of course. Anything you say.

Ask Inspector Owen to come here at once. Yes, Doctor.

What is all this about wanting the police?

Last night, l... I killed someone.

But you were in this room all night.

I tell you, I did it. I killed someone.

But you couldn't have.

You must've heard the nurses discussing it.

Mr. Talbot, you're suffering from a delusion.

It's true someone was killed last night, but it happened many streets from here.

Moreover, he was attacked by some sort of wild animal.

That's just it. I turn into an animal.

Well, Mr. Talbot.

Decided to remember your real name?

Mr. Talbot seems to have heard about the unfortunate constable last night.

It's disturbing him. But he doesn't understand.

There's a curse upon me. I change into a wolf.

It's a bit difficult to believe, my good man.

See that scar?

That's where I was bitten by a wolf.

Only it wasn't a real wolf. It was a man.

A werewolf. I killed him.

Now I change into a wolf at night when the moon is full.

Hmph.

It's the truth.

Ask Maleva, the old Gypsy woman. She knows.

Maleva? Gypsy? Hmph.

Mr. Talbot, you must get back into bed.

Oh, are you blind? Won't you believe me? Help me.

Just tell us your real name. Let us do the worrying.

I told you. Lawrence Talbot.

Lawrence Talbot! Why can't you understand?

Lawrence Talbot died four years ago.

Died?

Four years?

Well, I did...

Ohh. I can't die.

Mr. Talbot, if you want us to help you, you must do as we say.

Now, please lie down. You think I'm insane.

You think I don't know what I'm talking about.

Well, you just look inside that grave where Lawrence Talbot is supposed to be buried,

and see if you find a body in it.

Please get back into bed. Get on with it.

You're treating me like a lunatic. Well, you're as stupid as all the rest.

Come along, Inspector.

[Struggling Sounds Continue]

You mean to say that Talbot actually experienced that murder last night?

I'm afraid so.

People with brain injuries sometimes develop supernormal mental powers...

that are quite extraordinary.

Certainly he got up and opened the window.

The borderline between delusion and reality is very narrow.

Sometimes a patient may unknowingly overstep that line.

Then that man's dangerous. He ought to be behind bars.

He's a lycanthrope.

A what? Lycanthrope.

Oh. What's that?

A man who imagines himself to be a wolf.

Oh.

Poor devil.

We should try to do something to help him.

Well, Doctor, I think I'll run up to Llanwelly and find out...

You know, Inspector, I had the very same idea.

To be able to cure this man, I have to know who he is.

Right. We'll go up together.

Somebody's broken into this vault.

How long since you were here last, Sergeant?

Not for months. Nobody's died in Llanwelly lately,

and nobody comes here if he doesn't have to.

Hmm.

The door...

What about it? It's broken from inside.

Here, give me that.

Someone must've taken the body out of the tomb.

That's not Lawrence Talbot. Not Talbot?

Do you know who this is here? Yes. That's FreddyJolly.

Who's he? Been up for vagrancy.

Hmm.

What would you say he died of, Doctor?

Severed jugular. This man bled to death.

Same as the constable in Cardiff.

Looks rather like the bite of an animal. Aye, that animal.

We remember it well hereabouts.

And it must've carried away the corpse of poor Sir Lawrence.

What animal? Why, didn't you know, sir?

There was a wild animal around here a few years ago.

It killed people. Bit through their throats, drained their blood.

Did they kill it? SirJohn Talbot thought he did, sir.

He attacked it in the dark one night, or so he thought.

But it was his son he killed. Poor Mr. Larry.

Where is SirJohn Talbot now?

Over there, sir. Died of grief shortly after.

Let's get out of here. But the body, sir.

Mustn't touch that. That's evidence. Yes, sir.

Sergeant, if it's convenient, I'd like to see a photograph of Lawrence Talbot.

There's one up in my office, sir. Good.

Here's Mr. Larry's photograph, sir.

Take a look at this face, Doctor. Isn't that our man in Cardiff?

Yes. There is a similarity. But I wouldn't swear it's the same man.

Of course it's not the same man.

If it were, I'd be off me top.

I think the sergeant here better come back to Cardiff with us...

and see if he can positively identify this man.

That's the thing to do. Do you mind if I use your telephone?