The Wolf Man | 1941

Hello, Doctor. I thought our appointment wasn't till Friday.

Come with us. It's nearly the full moon. You were bitten by the beast.

You bear his mark now.

Mr. Talbot.

There are many of us here who are looking for a natural explanation.

Help us.

Come on, Talbot. Show us your wound.

We are told it heals in an unnatural way.

Get your hands off of me.

Will you let him murder your wives and children?

My eyes! Damn you, Talbot!

Sorry, Colonel. I meant to shoot you.

Sadly, I'm not the marksman I used to be. I must be getting old.

He's cursed. God has forsaken him.

Let us deal with him.

You know you're trespassing on my land,

and I could shoot you on the spot right now.

My Sikh manservant, he's on the roof,

and he happens to be a crack shot with a repeating rifle.

And he will kill you.

He'll kill the next eight of you before he has to reload,

so please take yourself off my land.

And if I see any of you trespassing this way again,

I won't be so civil, if you take my meaning.

Good day to you, Colonel.

Lawrence.

You're bleeding.