The Howling: Reborn

Hey hey. Hey, look.

I need you to be strong and stay with me

because you're the one

who's gonna have to kill me.

Woman: Hey, honey. I hate how we left things this morning.

Maybe I'm just nervous about my new show.

I don't know.

I know. My work is so much darker than what I usually do

and I don't know what people are gonna think of it.

It's just ever since I've been pregnant

I have this feeling like I'm being watched or followed.

Yeah, I know what the books say.

I don't know what it means.

Maybe I'm just not ready to be a mom.

No, Jack, it's not the hormones either.

It feels different. Real.

Like something's happening.

Look, I'm going to the gallery to work on something I've been thinking about.

It's something I need to get out of me.

No, not the baby.

I'll see you later. Bye.

- (metal scrapes) - (gasps)

Jack?

Is that you?

Hello?

Who's there?

Man: Hello, Kathryn.

No. It's you.

- Man: Yes. - But...

I've come for you and what's inside of you.

Kathryn: Oh my God

Man: The real evolution is coming.

No, not my baby. Not my baby.

- (growls) - Baby.

And now,

18 years after the day I was born,

I'm here to convince you that the monsters are real,

that they live among us,

within us.

And hopefully one day you'll know who I was

and what I tried to do.

But for now...

Boy's voice: Who am l?

I guess I don't really have a good answer to that question.

Man: Don't forget to take your pills.

Boy's voice: I guess you already know my mom died when I was born,

but it never seemed like the end of the world or anything.

Is that weird? Maybe.

But how can you miss something you never had, right?

I know how to take an exam, I know the periodic elements,

I know how to do school.

Do I have any idea how to survive the real world?

My whole life I never really felt like I fit in.

I just watched people

who looked like they were actually enjoying their lives.

Your final grades will be posted tomorrow night

outside the administration office after graduation.

Good luck. Your parents' fading hopes and dreams

are hanging on the outcome.

Boy's voice: And now graduation is almost here

and I'm a little scared

that everything is gonna change.

Or even worse,

that nothing's gonna change.

I just thought you should know that

before you waste any more of your time on me.

When I asked who you were, I was looking for a name.

Oh.

Sorry. Will Kidman.

How is it possible that in four years

we haven't met until your exit interview?

Well, that's a good thing, right?

That's one way to look at it.

Oh, you were a part of the debate team

that brought home the silver this year.

A little disappointing, isn't it?

You're obviously pretty bright

and you appear perfectly adequate on paper.

It's just that there's nothing special here.

Four years, each day more impossibly monotonous than the last.

But after today, we'll never have to walk down this awful hallway ever again.

That's true, but soon we'll have a whole lifetime

of even longer and even more depressing hallways after that.

So how many video yearbooks have you sold so far?

Two.

I'm getting the impression that nobody wants to relive high school

in this sort of actual detail.

But on a lighter note,

I was finally able to hack into the city's broadcast master control.

What?

I've got a computer loaded and ready to go

in the chapel under construction upstairs.

- Come here. - Well...

- What do you mean? - It means that tomorrow,

after my diploma is safely is hand,

a backup generator will kick in

and the regularly scheduled programming of the greater metropolitan area

will be preempted by the world premiere

of "Untitled Sachin Horror Project."

How do you even walk with a pair that big?

Like this.

High school girls are like history class--

completely fascinating and utterly boring at the same time.

Oh.

Will: I mean, who even enrolls their kids into a new school

a month before graduation?

Their parole officers.

It's been four years, man. It means your last chance.

He who hesitates...

Too much trouble.

Yeah, Roland is kind of intimidating.

But purely in a physical way.

Will: Not him. Her.

Besides, I've got to worry about getting into a good college.

No time for distractions, right?

Uh, l-- I've-- I should go.

Talk to you tomorrow!

How many times do I have to tell you?

Elliana only dates within her species. Understood?

Will: Understood.

Please.

If you get suspended before the last day of school,

who's gonna be my date to the grad party?

Go wait with the rest of the pack. I'll be right there.

You live for now.

No, l...

I had him right where I wanted him, but thanks.

I'm Elliana.

- You're Will. - Yeah yeah, I am.

So what do we have here? May l?

Why are they all of me?

I guess there's nothing much else interesting to draw around here.

And I am?

Sign it?

Uh...

There are two types of people in the world:

Those who take what they want,

and those who get taken.

Which are you, Will?

Will's voice: Fun science fact--

what really separates humans from other animals?

2% of our DNA. That's it.

You okay? You're bleeding.

Oh yeah. I'm fine, thanks.

Hi, I'm Kay.

Let me guess,

your first fight.

Yeah, but you should see the other guy.

He's perfectly fine.

Don't worry.

You'll have your revenge in the real world.

Guys like you eat guys like him for lunch.

I've got to go. That one's mine.

- Okay. - Hang in there.

Life gets better after high school.

I promise.

Thanks.

Looking back, it's funny how days just kind of blend together.

One little unexpected moment

can pretty much change everything.

Jack: What a shame.

We didn't have to lock everything down like that back in my day.

Jack: Happy birthday, Will.

This used to be my favorite room in the world.

When your mom was pregnant with you

she'd come through that door,

walk straight over here and join me on this couch.

She'd lay down,

put her head on my lap

and just talk,

you know, about what you might turn out like.

Would you laugh like your mom

or sigh like your old man?

Or be some strange new combination of the both of us?

Used to be my favorite room in the world.

Now it's just a room.

Your mom spent all the money she had at the time to buy me this.

A silver wedding band.

I can't believe you finally took it off.

Will's voice: I think it all comes down to this:

The things we suppress

very deep down in places nobody can find them,

they come back and get us in the end...

with a vengeance.

It's funny, we take for granted that we have free will,

but we have so many rules and expectations to live by.

And if we didn't, we would all probably just blindly follow

our strongest desires, good or bad, right?

So where exactly is the free will?