The Werewolf of Washington (1973) - full transcript

- [Jack] That it could happen in America.

That it could happen now.

That it could ever happen to me.

(suspenseful music)

Jack Whittier Whittier is my name.

Maybe you remember my byline.

I was the youngest member of
the Washington Press Corps.

It's fastest rising star.

One of the best and
brightest as we used to say.

Before so much blood passed

under those pretty Potomac bridges.



I was having an affair with
the president's daughter

and I wanted out, without
hurting her feelings

or frankly, my career.

So I had my paper reassign
me to our bureau in Budapest.

Somehow the President heard I was banished

for been too pro administration

and he offered me a job,
which I couldn't refuse.

Which is where the terrible events

that were to destroy my
career and my life begin.

- [Giselle] I bought it, it's silhouette.

I found it in a little shop.

I didn't think there were such thing left.

- What's it for?

- [Giselle] You mean, you don't know?



(birds singing)

- [Jack] Honest to God, Giselle,

I'll have you leave
Washington within six weeks.

I'll get you a visa.

I'll get you a job.

- [Giselle] I don't want a job.

A job with who.

The FBI?

- [Jack] Stop it, Giselle,
now will you come on?

(car engine humming)

(car horn hooting)

(tires screeching)

(crickets chirping)

Hey, fella, what do
you think you're doing?

You trying to get somebody killed?

You rammed me right into the tree.

What are you doing, standing here,

right in the middle of the road?

What are you psyched or something?

What's the matter,
can't you speak English?

Giselle, will you get back in the car,

I gotta make it to the airport.

(car door slamming)

(car engine sputtering)

(car door slamming)

I'm sorry, sir.

I just, I lost my temper.

But my car won't start and
I have to catch a plane.

That's very important.

Do you know, is there a gas station around

or someone that could help me?

(bike bashing)

Hey...

It won't start.

Hey, mister!

I really need help!

How do you say...

(speaking in foreign language)

Come on.

(speaking in foreign language)

Now please, the only I'm asking you

is because my car crashed because of him.

Now could you just give
me a little help, please?

(speaking in foreign language)

I'm dying to hear this one.

- She said, if we want
to leave, then leave.

- Then leave, we can't leave!

Goddammit!

I told him my car is stuck.

(speaking in foreign language)

It's over there by the--
(yelling in foreign language)

Listen, it's because of
him, its all his fault.

He ran me off the road.
(car door slamming)

- [Giselle] Come on.

- [Jack] What are you afraid of,

we don't have to go anywhere.

It cost me 15 hundred million dollar

for the man of the year.
(car engine roaring)

What are you looking at?

Were you looking at Giselle?

Not you.

(Jack yelling)

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Hey, come on and check it, will ya?

(crickets chirping)

There's gotta be a house down that road

where I can get a phone.

Just wait for me here, Giselle.

Leave the headlights on, okay.

- [Giselle] Okay.

(car door slamming)

(wolf howling)

(suspenseful music)

- [Man] There, there.

- Over there?
- Yes.

- All right, fine.

Is it far?

- Yes.
- Long distance?

It's far?
- Yes, yes, it is far.

- How far?

- Not too much.
- Oh, good, I can walk.

- No, not tonight, come in.
- Do you know what time?

The departure schedule of the train?

- The moon, moon.

Come in.
- What the?

- Not tonight, please.
- No, thank you,

I'm in a hurry.
- Come in, come in.

- What are you afraid of?

(door banging)

Giselle?

Giselle?

(wolf howling)
(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(crickets chirping)

Giselle?

(wolf howling)

(dramatic music)

(wolf growling)

(wolf yelping)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- And so, it must have been a wolf.

We could find no corpse.

- Oh, come on.

I killed a man and I
killed him with this thing.

- You said it was an accident, my boy.

- I was an accident.

But are you gonna take my word for it?

Aren't you going to detain me?

- The Inspector has already
looked, his car and his driver.

- What's going on here?

This country is crawling with bureaucrats.

Where are they?

Why aren't the here questioning us?

- [Giselle] Jack, they
are willing to let go us.

Let's go.

- What are you trying to cover up?

Is the White House behind this?

- The what house?

- The White House.

- It isn't him, don't even
know what are you saying.

(train whistle blowing)

(speaking in foreign language)

- What'd she say?

- [Giselle] She says, you are feverish.

It was after one.

- I'm afraid I must ask you
to leave the area at once.

I tell you again, no one
has been reported missing.

No corpse has been found.

If you continue to make
a nuisance of yourself,

I shall have you locked up.

- How come you speak English?

Huh?

(car engine chugging)

(crickets chirping)

That was your son that
I killed, wasn't it?

(speaking in foreign language)

- Yes, that was her son.

- And you don't even
care that I killed him?

(speaking in foreign language)

- She says, you didn't kill him.

You released him.

He needed to die.

He longed to rest.

- Because of the communist?

Secret police?

(speaking in foreign language)

- The pentagram.

- Because of the sign
of the the pentagram.

- Ah, the Pentagon is behind all of this.

- The pentagram.

The mark of the beast.

This.

- Oh, that's just a bunch of insanity.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Whoever is bitten by
a werewolf and live,

becomes a werewolf himself.

- Oh, bull.

Find out who she's working for.

(speaking in foreign language)

- The wolf bit you, didn't he?

- Yes, dammit.

(speaking in foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

- [Jack] Wear this charm
over your heart always.

And remember, a werewolf
can only be killed

with a silver bullet or a
stick with a silver handle.

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Jack] Heaven help you, my son.

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

(toilet flushing)

(door knocking)

- [Woman] Jack?

The President wants to see you.

He's in my bedroom.

(guests chattering)

- We worked for everything we had.

And you know, we had a deed
from the King of England

for our property in Maryland.

And now Larnies kids want to
come and they wanna give it

to the communist, just give it.

Isn't the right, Maurice?

I mean, you agree with
me, don't you, honey?

Well, Vaughn, aren't you going
to do something about it?

- We're gonna change the constitution.

- Oh, thank heaven.

Well, I meant to say,
you should rewrite it.

And I think I have a few points...

(door knocking)

- Jack, come in, come in.

Good to see you, Jack.

- Mr. President.

- Yeah, you're looking fine, just fine.

Ur, settle it any way you want to.

Just make sure it doesn't
fall back on my lap

or the Attorney Generals.

How was your flight, Jack?

- I mean, I think Washington is going

to be quite a come-down in many ways.

I'm gonna have to sell my stock.

- Even though you're my Press Aid,

your job will deal mainly
with the Justice Department.

The Attorney General is just
too honest for his own good.

Need to help restore his
image with the press.

And also deal with the Captree nomination.

Especially the Captree nomination.

Have you met Mrs. Captree?

- It doesn't matter, if
Elliot looses the nomination,

we'll just be mighty happy
to stay home and make money,

won't we?
(group laughing)

- [Jack] No, sir.

- She's gonna be a problem.

How do you tell a man to dump his wife

for the good of his country?

(President chuckling)

Well, anyway.

I want to restore some
balance in the court.

With a Southerner, we
could give them a sense

of belonging down there.

Goddammit, you know what that means, Jack?

- I think I do, sir, yes.

- Now, that's all the
speech I have for now.

But we'll talk some more later.

Have you seen Marion yet?

I don't understand you young people.

She's seeing a nice young man nowadays.

You should get to know him.

He's a psychiatrist.

A Naval psychiatrist.

I think you'd like him.

- And Senator Bod,

does not represent the people of Maryland.

(gasps) Hello there, Mr. President.

You know, I was just telling
the Attorney General here

that Senator Bob, oh, he makes me so sick.

I just can't stand it.

- Mrs. Captree, I'm sure your husband

doesn't even feel that strongly about it.

- [Mr. Captree] Why,
thank you, Mr. President.

- Jack, you see the kind
of problems we have here.

Judge, I want you to meet Jack Whittier

the new Assistant Press Secretary.

- [Mr. Captree] How do you do?

- And Mrs. Captree.

- Oh, is he the Jewish young man

that you hired to muzzle me?

(Mrs. Captree laughing)

- No, I'm afraid.

- Oh, well, you look smart.

- [President] I'm going
to excuse myself now.

- You sleep tight now, Mr. President.

- [President] Oh, Marion.

- Hello, Jack.

- My, that Marion's such a lovely girl.

Did the Washington Times
really send you to Siberia,

socking the truth to them, Mr. Whittier?

- It was Hungary.

- What?

- Hung--
- Come on, Margie.

I think it's time we left for home too.

- Oh, no, Eliot honey.

Well, why don't you run
along like you always do.

I'm sure this nice young
man will see me home.

Won't you, honey?

- Certainly, Ma'am.

(suspenseful music)

(gentle music)

I think your father's a cross

between Abraham Lincoln and Jesus Christ.

- I'm engaged to be married, Jack.

- Already?

To that psychiatrist guy?

(suspenseful music)

(gentle music)

Mrs. Captree, are you ready--

- Oh, I'm just having one for the road.

Oh.

You know, anytime you have
people marching in the streets,

you're just catering to a revolution.

You know what my husband says?

Well, my husband said many times

that he actually prefers some
of the Russian communist.

The liberal communists in this country.

What's the matter with my hand?

- Huh?

Oh, nothing.

(gentle music)

- Goodness, my, Jack.

You're just a devil, aren't ya?

(suspenseful music)

- [Salmon] Hi, good evening, hiya.

I thought I'd come over and
say good evening to you.

- Well, hi.

- Commander Salmon.

Why don't you come in and
talk to me sometime, Jack?

We'll have a talk.

- All right, sure.

- Now, where were we?

Where were we?

We were saying something about...

(suspenseful music)

(Mrs. Captree humming)

(animal growling)

(Mrs. Captree humming)

(animal growling)

(Mrs. Captree screaming)

- I watched the damn thing myself,

they didn't have a, they didn't
even have a station break.

And this prejudice hostile critic

as the commentator they put on,

right after the President's
address about Captree.

Well, I have the networks work,

they're gonna bury this guy someplace.

- [Jack] What do you mean?

- Give him the ax, drop it.

- [Jack] You're kidding?

- No, the President is fed up

with this guy's facial
expressions and gestures.

We've got some friends there.

It's the other networks I'm worried about.

Here, take a look at the speech

the Vice President is
gonna read tomorrow night.

(woman screaming)

(hand slapping)

We are going to war
against the networks, Jack.

We're going to win back the minds

and hearts of the American people.

And we have got to have
Captree on that court

to win the fight or we're in trouble.

Hell, you understand that.

Hey, look, Jack, there's a line in there,

we had trouble with,
something about the views

of a small group, the small,
how does small strike you?

That's a little soft.

What would you call your
compatriots at the press

if you wanted to be,
you know, more flashy?

- Ur...

Let's see.

Well at their worst coterie
of impudent snobs (laughs).

Or nobody really--
- That's good.

No, that's great.

We'll use it.

- [Jack] You're kidding?

- No, it's just what we want.

Look, the man told me to give
you a draft of the speech

and listen to your suggestions on it.

Now I know why.

I want you to spice it up a bit, huh?

- Well, I don't know.

I mean, I wouldn't use
that line I just suggested.

- Why not?

That is exactly what we want.

(telephone ringing)

Not now!

Yeah.

My God.

What's this country coming to?

Mrs. Captree was just found dead.

Guts ripped open.

(woman screaming)

(gentle music)

- How have you been?

I guess I asked that last night.

- Yeah, I guess you did.

Gee, I hadn't been in the
White House in a long time.

- Well, not everyone get to see all

of the White House, Jack.

- Well, I'm supposed to
meet with your father.

- It's really awful about
Mrs. Captree, isn't it?

And those shoes they found, that's weird.

- Shoes?

Giselle, um, Marion...

The President's waiting for me.

I better not keep him.

- Hasn't Judge Captree asked

that his nomination be withdrawn

because of this horrible tragedy?

- I've asked him not to make that request.

Frankly, I don't want his name withdrawn.

The current permissive trends
continue in this country.

I'm worried about national anarchy.

Andrea, you and I, we don't see eye

to eye about most things.

Never asked me to support

and I've never received it.

(suspenseful music)

But if your paper could
change its position,

it would swing the nomination for him.

- I'll think about it, Mr. President.

- Good.

I'm sorry to have kept you here so late.

Oh, by the way, I have asked
the FCC to act as quickly

as possible to file that application.

No matter what position you take.

After all I do owe you a favor.

If you hadn't banished
Jack here to Budapest,

well, I wouldn't have a new
Assistant Press Secretary.

Oh, evening, darling.

- Mr. President, we didn't banish Jack,

I begged him to stay here.

Didn't I, Jack?

He requested the transfer
for personal reasons

and he's welcome to come back anytime.

- Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

- Jack?
- Huh?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I have to go, Mr. President,
I'll see you tomorrow.

- I'll leave with Jack.
- No!

- Jack, um--
- No,

I mean I'll stay here
with you, Mr. President.

- I'll help you get over, Mr. President.

I may surprise you.

- Oh, thank you, Andrea.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Jack.

Goodnight, Marion.

- Jack, Jack?

Jack, I think I could be a friend, Jack.

If you could just accept that.

I'd like to be.

You don't look well, Jack.

(door slamming)

Jack?

- [Jack] Don't wait for me there, Marion.

Wait for me in your room.

Go away, now!

(wolf howling)

(door rattling)
- Jack?

(door rattling)
Jack?

(car engine humming)

- [Andrea] Hello?

Hello?

(werewolf growling)

(werewolf panting)

(werewolf growling)

(woman screaming)

(dramatic music)

(tires screeching)

- Says it's a werewolf.

- A weird wolf?

- A werewolf.

Werewolf.

Can you imagine what happened

if the press gets a hold of that?

I think the kid did themself.

- He looks like he could sever a jugular.

- Well, I don't think the kid did it.

- Now, maybe he did do it.

His obvious hatred of
female authority figures.

The expression he keeps using, mother.

Now it fits the pattern of the crimes.

Prominent middle aged women
found near National Monuments.

- [Jack] Well, I don't
think the kid did it.

- You're the whiz kid.

You keep it from the press.

- Hi, how are ya?

Could you just tell me
exactly what you saw?

- Look with just all
this figure running away.

- A figure running away?

Was it a man or a woman,
was it light or dark.

Well, was it light or dark?

- It was too dark to tell.

- The figure was dark, wasn't it?

This figure was dark?
- All right,

it was dark, it was very dark.

- Debbie, Debbie, just be cool.

- A black man?

- No, it was a werewolf, you racist pig.

- Oh, just one minute--
- Now,

don't point your finger at me.

- Who you talking to?
- I'm not lying.

- Take it easy, take it easy.

- Look, we didn't do anything.
- Take it easy.

Now, could you kids tell
me something more detail

about this running figure?

- It was hairy.

It walked funny.

- Uh-huh?

- The Panthers.

- [Jack] How do you
know it's the Panthers?

- I know it!

Book 'em.
- Book 'em?

Wait a minute, what for?

- Narcotics.
- Oh no.

Now wait a minute, now listen.

(Jack whispering)

Where you kids staying?

- At the Chevrolet Hilton.

- The what?

(woman laughing)

- Big bus on the mall.

- I'm just trying to help you.

We're going to assign an FBI agent

to keep you under surveillance

or else we're gonna have to lock you up.

- Oh, wow, man.

- Thank you.

- [Jack] Huh?

- You stay with 'em.

- Well, sir, do you have any leads,

I mean, this is the second murder

of a national known figure in two days.

Are you sure you have enough
manpower to trap the killer?

I mean, your boys seem to
be busy with the networks.

- Let me tell you something.

None of this would've happened

if you people didn't
support the very elements

in our society that did this.

- Easy, easy, don't let them get to you.

- How do you know that
we support the elements

when you don't have one single lead?

- We do have a suspect.

And an indictment is imminent.

- Sir, I must insist that you
stop talking to these people.

- Does imminent mean today,
tomorrow or indefinitely, sir?

- Imminent means tomorrow
morning, nine o'clock.

- I'm sorry, sir--

- And won't you bleeding
hearts be surprised?

- He doesn't have one indictment.

He's too busy investigating us.

- You see, see!

Jack?

Jack?

(suspenseful music)

- [President] This is
another one of our washrooms.

I don't suppose you asked about anything

this convenient on this level.

- No, sir.
(man laughing)

- I guess not.

I understand that the three
of you are cooped up on one

of these for how long is that?

- It's about two weeks all together, sir.

- Two weeks.

- Sir, you mind if I?

- Oh, no, no, you go right ahead.

- Oh, this thing doesn't work.

- Huh?

Oh, let me give you a hand.

(door rattling)

Oh, that's strange.

- That's all right,
sir, I'll use this one.

- No, no, no, that's not the point.

(door banging)

That's odd?

(door banging)

Nobody in there.

(door banging)

I'll just reach down under it

and get the latch for you.

- Sir, I'll do in just a second.

- No, no, no, no.

(anxious music)

(door banging)

You just go about your business.

(door banging)

I'll get the janitor to look at that.

(toilet flushing)

You know, it's odd, we had one
of you fellas up on the moon,

but when it comes to fix
an old latch like that,

we're just all thumbs.

Oh, good, there's a Remington
I wanna show you out here,

that Blackwoods gave
to me a few years back.

(door thumping)

(door clicking)

Oh, just hold it there.

Don't wanna forget this.

Two weeks.

The three.

- [Astronaut] Two weeks.

(door thumping)

(dramatic music)

- [Jack] God.

- I can only give you a minute,

but I'd like you to stay
and see the Senator.

- Mr. President, I'm
not feeling very well.

Do you think you might want

to find someone to replace me.

- You mean, right now?

Well, sure, go ahead, take a nap, Jack.

- No, I mean, generally, sir.

- Come on, Jack, you're doing a fine job.

You're indispensable to me.

I need you to now more than ever.

- It's about those shoes, sir.

- Shoes?
- Yeah.

- What shoes?

Jack, would you please stop scratching

the palms of your hands?

It's just not manly.

- It's about the murders, sir.

I don't believe that
the Panthers did them.

- Oh, there hasn't been a murder

since we put a guard of that black boy.

- But the moon has arisen yet.

Put a guard on me.

(radio commentator speaking)

- Damn that mob out there.

(hand banging)

Now look, Jack.

What is the meaning of this?

That speech you wrote
last night was just great.

The networks, they don't
know what hit them.

And it's all because of you.

I wanna assign you full-time
to writing speeches

for the Vice President.

- Mr. President...

I think I'm...

I think I'm a...

(door clicking)

I think I'm a werewolf.

- The Senator, Mr. President.

- What?

- The Senator.

- Speak up, goddammit, I can't hear you.

- The Senator, Mr. President.

- Oh, send her in.

- [Commentator] Throw it up for grabs,

as he threw it up, that...
(T.V. clicking)

- Now, Jack, we all get
disturbed at some time or another

over some damn little thing.

But I won't hear of you leaving the team

till you've had a chat
with Commander Salmon.

All right?
- Mr. President?

Hello?

- Oh, Joan, it's good to see you.

Come in, come in.

- I'm a murderer.

(suspenseful music)

I killed someone last night.

Dr. Salmon, do you believe that a man

can change into an animal?

- An animal?

- Have you ever heard of
the mark of the beast?

- What?

- There's a curse on me.

I was bitten by a wolf.

Only it wasn't a wolf.

- Only, it wasn't a wolf.

- It was a werewolf.

And now, when the full moon rises,

I change into an animal
with only one desire.

The desire to kill.

- [Dr. Salmon] Oh, Jack, really, werewolf.

Thank you.

- Well, what about my blackouts?

And my scar, and my finger?

And what about those shoes?

- I think you're in trouble, Jack,

but not the kind of trouble
you're think you're in.

- What about my seeing
the sign of a pentagram?

- Well, sometimes we see our conflicts

in terms of political symbols.

- Well, what's politics
gotta do with this.

- Well, what does the
Pentagon have to do with it?

- The pentagram.
- Gentlemen,

- The five-pointed star.

- [Waiter] Are you ready
to order dinner now?

- Doctor, would you come
to the bathroom with me?

- [Waiter] Later, sir.

- Please.

Come with me to the bathroom.

- [Dr. Salmon] Later.

- Would you, please?

- What for?

- I must show you something.

- Show me here.

- It's on my chest.

- All right.

Jack, I don't wanna talk
about your symptoms now

but they're not very hard to explain.

Now you feel guilty because you were

with both of these women
when they were killed.

- You know think that
in itself is strange?

- And you have the feeling

that you could've done
something to stop it.

Coupled with guilt feelings
for having murderous--

- [Jack] Well, look at this.

- Guilt feelings for
having murderous wishes

towards these women over evil reasons

for both of which you want to be punished.

- Will you look at this.

- So?

- I saw this in the palm
of each of my victims.

- Jack, I want to help you.

- Well then, lock me up.

- Come over to the hospital tomorrow

and we'll talk it over.

- But someone's gonna die tonight!

- [Man] Will you two faggots, shut up!

- Now, Jack, I cannot help you

unless you really want me to help you.

Now remember what I told you.

- Jack Whittier on the
line for Cliff Napes.

Cliff?

Jack, fine.

A little favor.

Now looked, who would I talk to over there

to find out if someone from
Budapest is a red dart?

Maybe Chinese.

G-I-S-E-L-L-E, Frennik, F-R-E-N-N-I-K.

French Romanian, about 30.

Correspondent for the
Budapest House Oregon.

(telephone ringing)

Jack Whittier?

Hi, angel.

Dr. Salmon?

Yes I did.

(Jack sighing)

But now he has me thinking

that whatever was bothering
me was all in my mind.

(suspenseful music)

No, no.

Oh, no, that's just
between me and my analyst.

(dramatic music)

Yeah, I'm fitting all the pieces together.

I'm beginning to think that
while I was in Budapest,

I was brainwashed or something.

Yeah, to cover up so
political activities here.

(suspenseful music)

It's some issues.

No.

What?

You want to come over here?

Tonight?

(Jack chuckling)

I just hope your secret service
man never publishes a book.

Why, sure, sure, come over.

I don't know, maybe you'd better not.

(Jack sobbing)

Oh, god, please, don't let
me go through this again.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(werewolf growling)

(werewolf panting)

(glass shattering)

- [Woman] Hey, we're going for a walk.

- Good idea, let's go.

- Oh, man, without you,
you know, we wanna make it.

You know what I mean, don't you, make it?

Do it.

- We got small steps.

- No, man, we wanna take a walk.

Could you stay behind you,
you know like 100 paces?

- No, seriously, I wanna make
a phone call, mister, ur...

- Murphy, Randy Murphy.

- I'm gonna go call Sally, okay?

- Yeah, man.

(coin jingling)

- Information?

Yeah.

Randy Murphy, he's somewhere
in Georgetown, I think.

Yeah.

Right.

Thank you.

(coin jingling)

(telephone dialing)

Hello, Mrs. Murphy?

This the werewolf of Washington.

(woman growling)

I know just what you want.

(woman growling)

- Are they in or?
- No, no.

I left a message, they'll be back later.

(suspenseful music)

- [Man] Well, are you ready to go?

Look, come on, let's...

(werewolf growling)

(woman screaming)

- [Woman] Why are you taking pictures?

(werewolf growling)
(woman screaming)

Please!

(werewolf growling)
(woman screaming)

(werewolf growling)

(werewolf growling)
(woman screaming)

(woman sobbing)

(dramatic music)

(woman screaming)

(werewolf growling)

(woman screaming)

(werewolf growling)

(gun firing)

(werewolf growling)

(gun firing)

(woman sobbing)

- Mr. President?
- Mr. President?

- Ladies and gentlemen,
before I answer your questions

I would like to make a brief announcement.

I have called this conference

because of the mass hysteria

and now tragedy surrounding a case

that we're all very much aware of.

Aware of.

Today, I'm pleased to
announce the indictment of...

(President coughing)

Secondly, the anarchist must be punished.

And thirdly--

- [Reporter] I think he's messing it up.

- We must have Captree
on the Supreme Court.

If he so threatens of people,
they will stop at nothing.

(President coughing)

Questions?

- [Reporters] Mr. President?

- Mr. President?
- Yes?

- Sir, is it true that the same black man

you are holding for murder,

was himself brutally attacked last night?

- No, I didn't point at you.

I was pointing at her.

Her.

- Mr. President?

The Vice President made
a speech last night,

I was wondering if he would comment on it.

- Yes, I'm glad you asked that question.

I would like to make one
thing perfectly clear.

(chair thumping)

The Vice President does not
clear his speeches with me.

(President laughing)

- [Reporters] Mr. President?

- Is the conference over?

- No.

I just had to leave.

- You know, I tried calling you last night

after you hung up.

Where were you?

(suspenseful music)

- [Jack] Did you?

Where was I?

I don't know.

- I'm sorry to interrupt,
but the colored...

The black kid died.

- I don't care what it is
your going through, son.

Commander Salmon assures
me that you're problems

will not interfere with your job,

and that's good enough for me.

- But I don't think Dr. Salmon--

- Wait, wait.

Wait, Jack, wait.

(bowling ball rumbling)

(President laughing)

Ah, look at that.

Now, Jack.
- Sir.

- I don't care what this
gypsy lady told you.

Commander Salmon tells
me that in your case,

or let me say that in this case,

the existence of a werewolf
has not been verified.

So how could you be a werewolf?

- Well, sir--

- Where's the ball?

Where's the damn ball?

- Sir?

- Take off your shoes, or get in gutter.

- [Jack] I've gotta let
you know a little secret.

- You know this is not,
but I get frightened too.

(President groaning)

I like you, Jack.

I really do.

Here, like the son I never had.

I see a lot of myself in you.

I see you going places, Jack
and I'd like to be part of it.

There it is, coming up down there.

- [Jack] Mr. President,
tonight when the moon is full--

- Tonight when the moon is full.

Got a hold of yourself, boy.

(President muttering)

You're just going through a crisis.

I know about crisis.

You run from this one,
you run into the next one.

Jack, where did you go to school?

- University of Chicago, sir.

- You play any ball there?

- Just four-ball handball, sir.

They didn't have varsity sports.

- I swear, there's nothing
wrong with four-ball handball.

Here, here, listen,

I want you to take a ball.

I want you to bowl a few balls with me.

Go on, take a ball and go over
to that alleyway, over there.

Just pick it up and step
over there, that's it.

Jack, I want you to watch this.

Watch me, Jack.
- Yes.

- Watch me.

Here we go.

(bowling ball rumbling)

(pins crashing)

(President laughing)

Look at that shot.

Go ahead, you take a
shot, go ahead, go ahead.

(suspenseful music)

Go ahead, come on, take a shot.

This morning vote for Senate,

let me have the man I
want in the Supreme Court.

You think I don't care about that, huh?

Do you?

Take your position, come on.

Get up the line there, that's it.

(Jack sighing)

Now, I can show you how
to have a good time.

Time for testing and soul searching.

I'll strike out at my
enemy, swiftly and boldly.

Maybe even tonight.

Play, boy.

Jack?
- Yes.

- Throw the ball.
- I'm sorry.

- No, not like that.

Here, look, get down.

On your knees.

On your knees, on your knees.

Bend your knees.
- Yes, sir.

- Ah, that's it.

Now we have the ball back

and we're just gonna let
it rip down the ally.

Right, that's it, get
the ball, right there.

Get your hands down there.
- Yes.

- And when you get the ball like this,

let it whiz, let it go.

You think I'll run from a battle?

Jack, will you throw the ball,
throw the ball down there.

- Yes, sir.

- I went to, shoot now.

(drowned out by sighing)
miss the target completely.

Oh, son, only a few of
us left in the boat now.

Got to stick together
and play for one another.

I believe in you, Jack.

I want you to believe in me.

I promise to stand by
you in this crisis, Jack,

if you'll promise me that
you'll stand by yourself.

Jack, throw the ball, for Christ sake.

- I can't, sir.

- Why, sure you can, just throw it.

- No, I can't, I've
been trying to tell you.

- Jack, what kind of
a man are you, anyway?

- I've been trying to tell you, sir.

The first thing happens,

my fingers start to swell
before the moon rises.

And now my fingers are stuck in the ball,

I can't get it off.

- Okay, Jack.

I have a meeting in the War Room, please.

- I can't go.

- Jack, look, Commander
Salmon will be there,

everybody will be fine.

- I'm stuck in the ball!

- Give me that goddam ball.

Pull!

(men grunting)

Nothing wrong with that ball.

Nothing at all.

- [Military Man] You see, these
pilots load up their planes

with bombs flying 'em
anywhere that you want,

drop 'em anywhere they want,
without any authorization.

They're so damn incorrigible.

And then it drops in our lap.

And we don't hear about it,
till we read it in the papers.

Well, I'm fed up with been
a nice entire country.

- The entire country is
talking about sex, murders

and wash and weird-wolf.

This is just what the papers
have been waiting for.

Did you see this article
this morning Times?

Articles like that are
appearing in every newspaper

in every city, in the country.

- [Military Man] I think
we oughta crucify 'em.

- [Attorney General] The
networks, they can't even control

their own people anymore.

That circus of hippies
outside the White House

is getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

(Military Men chattering)

- Congress is threatening you
with impeachment proceedings.

I am afraid of complete civil disorder.

My recommendation is that
we declare martial law.

(camera snapping)

Put a curfew on the whole city.

(camera snapping)

And bring the army in on this.

(camera snapping)

- [Military Man] The army?

- I think we should hold off on that.

Gentlemen?

Gentlemen, I'd like to
come directly to the point.

I would like to be able
to announce the withdrawal

of all troops totally and
immediately in Southeast Asia

but frankly, I'm afraid of the reaction

from the lunatic right.

General Dorocha, excuse
me, General, Admiral.

Admiral Dorocha, you are a
politically astute tactician,

well aware of the tensions
on the home front.

What could I do to keep
those casualties here

and abroad while I speed up
truth, ur, troop withdrawals.

- Sir, if we can make
this one last quick thrust

into his sanctuaries covered by reactive,

protracted reconnaissance.

An active radiative--
- Radiation.

- [Admiral] Reconnaissance.

- [Harry] What did I miss?

- [President] Try to stay
awake over there, Harry.

- [Harry] Yes, sir.

- A protective reactive reconnaissance

an active--
- Okay, let's do it.

- But, sir?
- Huh?

- [Attorney General] Don't you think

we should notify Congress?

- What about Congress?

What do you think, Jack?

Jack?
(suspenseful music)

Now, goddammit, let's, well
let's just ignore them.

Gentlemen, our credit is at stake.

(dramatic music)
Throughout the world.

No, I will not be found
wanting in this nuclear age.

(men applauding)

Just one more thing, gentlemen.

About our plan to recognize red China.

(men laughing)
- Oh, Mr. President.

- [Military Man] He's
very cuter, isn't he?

(President chuckling)

(suspenseful music)

(President muttering)

Jack, what the hell time is it?

Jack?

Jack?

Jack?

Gentlemen, would you
please excuse the boy.

He hasn't been feeling too well recently.

(motors humming)

He's probably gone to the dispensary.

(President laughing)

(motors humming)

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(werewolf sniffing)

- Wait, wait.

(werewolf sniffing)

Wait!

Wait!

What is your name?

What?

What is your name?

You have a name.

What is your name?

Tell me your name?

What is your name?

(werewolf snorting)

(doctor chuckling)

Are you real?

Are you really real?

(birds singing)

(anxious music)

- [Jack] My name is Whittier.

I called earlier about
some silver bullets.

No, I want them with powder and tonight.

All right, $500, I don't care.

No, they don't have to
be ballistically perfect.

Well can you make one by tonight?

All right, then send you one.

(camera reel clicking)

(projector clicking)

- [President] Well if
bullets won't stop it,

maybe we can get it with
the tank or a flame-thrower.

- I don't want him destroyed
under any circumstances.

Don't you realize how important
it is to our programs?

You must issue the order
that he be taken alive.

- It's interesting, Dr.
Kiss about the programs.

Just what the hell are
our scientific programs?

- [Dr. Kiss] I haven't
any more time for this.

I have my own work to tend to.

- [President] Well, it's
pretty much the law.

Word leaks out that there was
a werewolf running around,

I mean, we can't kill it.

- [Dr. Kiss] Well,
then, just don't let it.

Only you and I have seen this.

Let's keep all the people
off the streets tonight

and we'll handle it.

- [President] I don't know about that,

I'm up to my neck in
this Asian policy stuff.

And then the two students out in Ohio.

- [Dr. Kiss] I respectfully submit, sir,

that is your problem.

- Oh, Dr. Kiss?

(door knocking)

Dr. Kiss?

Dr. Kiss, what do you think
of my Southeast Asian policy?

Dr. Kiss?

Oh.

- Okay, Mrs. Captree.

The publisher, the black kid,

the guard at the Pentagon last night

and this is the same shape
as a scar on my shoulder.

But just one night,

could fill in the shape
of the five pointed star.

Another murder tonight at
Watergate, my apartment.

- And there's no doubt about it,

the shoes we found at
the Pentagon are his.

- [Jack] And the shirt.

- And the shirt.

- If I can just catch a plane tomorrow,

I'll have the full month to
find that old gypsy woman

before the full moon rises again.

And Doctor, I know you...

You can find a way to tell the president

so that there won't be
this search for me tonight

or an investigation.

(anxious music)

But you have to lock me up tonight.

- All right, I'm convinced.

We'll lock you up.

We can't let the press know about this.

We can't let anybody know about it.

- Yeah.

There's no doubt the press would seize

on your personal tragedy
to discredit the President.

- Well, frankly I don't
even want him to know.

He's got enough on his mind already.

- Jack, I'm sorry about this.

- Could you tell...

- Marion?

All right, I'll tell her.

- I even think I'm might be
able to get some rest tonight,

knowing I'm chained up.

Let's go.

What's that?

- It's a time lapse camera, Jack.

Presumably it'll go on
during the transformation.

If you are what you say you are,

we owe it to science
to make a record of it.

Oh and the president wants
a copy for his new library.

- Oh, Captain Salmon, would you
turn on a television for me?

I'd like to watch the
President's addressed tonight.

- [Announcer] Still angry over the--

- I have to leave soon, Jack,

but I'll be back after
the addresses is over.

- I can't believe I have to go

through another night of this agony.

Captain Salmon, you see that cane?

The cane right by the television set.

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

And hit me with it.

Hit me with it on the head.

Kill me.

I'm just a violent beast
and I'm better off dead.

I'm better off dead.

- Jack?
- I'm better off dead.

Kill me, will ya?

- Pull yourself together, Jack.

Now there's nothing to whimper about.

I guess this station will do,

he's gonna be on all the stations.

All right, Jack, I'll be
back after the address.

(anxious music)

(clock ticking)

(clock clicking)

- Oh my god.

- Marion?

- Who did this to you, Jack?

- No one did anything to me, Marion.

Will you get outta here?

- Are you insane?

Who did this to you?

- Marion, will you leave my chains alone?

- Did you do this to yourself?

- No, just leave 'em alone, Marion.

Goddammit.

Will you get outta here.

Out, out!

- Will you please stop barking at me.

(Jack sobbing)

Now, please stop that nonsense.

- It's not nonsense, Marion.

Please, will you leave before
anything happens to you?

- No, I'm not going to
leave, of course not.

In fact, I'm spending the night here.

- What!

- [Marion] So that you can
see, this is all in your mind.

- Oh, Marion, get the hell outta here!

- [Marion] Don't worry,
I'll leave your chain on.

What's that?

- Marion, just next to the
T.V., there's a gun here,

you see it?

All right, it's loaded.

Now if anything happens to me.

If I change, that's the only thing

that can keep me from
killing someone else.

- Oh, Jack, stop it.

- Marion, if you insist on staying here,

you could at least do that for me.

Keep it with you at all times.

Now you can do that for
me, can't you, Marion?

You can at least do that?

(Jack sighing)

(gentle music)

(telephone ringing)

Oh, don't answer it.

- Hello.

It's daddy.

- Mr. President?

- [President] Hi, Jack, I know
I gave you a few days off,

but it's just that the
Press Secretary is ill,

and I need you there.

Well, I guess it's my most
important address ever.

I'm announcing a arms limitation agreement

with the Chinese foreign minister.

And I just don't want the public to think

that it's a cover for
the curfew I'm imposing

upon Washington tonight.

I don't wanna sound like a
little boy who cried wolf.

You know what I mean, Jack?

What?

Jack, I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to insist.

Yep, well, I've already
sent a chopper over there

to pick you up.

Chopper.

Yeah, heli-chopper, you know.

(helicopter blades thumping)

- [Jack] Mr. President, isn't

that your helicopter over there?

- [President] They're
all by helicopters, Jack.

- [Jack] Oh.

(Mr. President laughing)

- Hi, Solly, how you doing?

Sit over there.

Jack, sit over there.

Well, this is a special
occasion, Mister Prime Minister.

It's the first time we've ever interrupted

our nations television broadcasting

for an unannounced press conference.

Isn't that right, Jack?

- [Prime Minister] I understand it comes

at a very good time.

Is it true that everybody in Washington

is afraid of a werewolf?

- Werewolf?

(President laughing)

No, no, I haven't heard that story.

- [Prime Minister] Oh, is that so?

(engine revving)

I read a report of it
in one of Hanoi papers.

It sounded like a case of mass hysteria.

(men laughing)

- It sounds like an amusing
report, Mr. Prime Minister.

Jack, would you look into that?

Jack?

A werewolf (chuckles).

(helicopter blades thumping)

Jack?

I haven't read any of
those kind of papers.

A werewolf.

Now, Mr. Foreign Prime Minister, sir.

We will introduce you to the nation

and then I will come on next with--

- Hey.

(speaking in foreign language)

- No, Mr. Prime Minister, we are going

to introduce you first to the nation.

Oh, let's...

(speaking in foreign language)

Let's see, how do you say that in Chinese.

Oh.

(speaking in foreign language)

You'll be the grabber, see.

You'll get the people and then, then

that'll raise a certain
amount of speculation,

Mr. Prime Minister and then I'll come on

and that'll give the people
what they've been waiting for.

Do you understand?

I come on.

I come on.

Mr. Prime minister, you're not listening.

Mr. Prime Minister?

(speaking in foreign language)

Do you understand, Mr. Prime Minister?

- [Prime Minister] I
don't understand at all.

- Then I come on and I--
- I'm not talking about this.

Hey, this is not the thing I want.

I don't want him here.

- What?

Just leave Jack out of this,

you just talk to me for a moment.

What I'm talking about,
Mr. Prime Minister--

- [Prime Minister] Let's
talk about this first,

I don't wanna see him here.

- Mr. Prime Minister,
please pay attention here

for just a moment.

Jack, Jack, will you pay attention too?

Goddammit.

(speaking in foreign language)

- You think it joke?

Or is it war?

- Oh, no, no.

(speaking in foreign language)

- It's no joke, Mr. Prime Minister.

No war, of course.

(yelling in foreign language)

- Hey, Jack, please just help
me out a little bit, will ya?

(speaking in foreign language)

You know?

(speaking in foreign language)

- What, I don't understand what you said.

- Jack, Jack.
- But,

I do know what you're talking about.

- Jack, Jack, would you
pay just a little attention

over here, Jack.

- No, Jack.

This is hi-jack!

Hi-jack!
- No, no.

- Hi-jack!
- No, no,

there's no hijack, Mr. Prime Minister.

No, no, hijack.

(speaking in foreign language)

You go before the nation--
- No more.

No more (speaking in foreign language).

I go!

(speaking in foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

I go, I go.

- No, no, don't get off here.

No, no, don't get off here.

We have to land, sir.

Land, land.

Now, Jack, how do you say land?

Oh, Jack, will you please try

to pay some attention over here.

Mr. Prime Minister,
after we announce you...

(werewolf growling)

(anxious music)

Jack, you were right.

It is you!

(Prime Minister yelling)

- Jack!

Down, boy.
(werewolf growling)

Down, Jack.

No, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot.

Don't, don't harm the dog.

Jack, down, Jack.
(dramatic music)

(werewolf growling)

Listen to your president talking here.

Now, sit, boy, sit!

Heel, Jack.

Heel.

(werewolf growling)

Solly, Solly!

Solly, get this plane outta the sky.

Ah, Solly!

(President yelling)

(werewolf growling)

(dramatic music)

(men yelling)

- Don't shoot, don't shoot.

Get him, get him.

(werewolf growling)

(gun firing)

I said, don't shoot!

Medic, get a doctor over here, quick.

All right, all right, keep back.

He may be the President, but
he's still a human being.

- It was Jack Whittier.

- My god.

Marion.

(President panting)

- I just wanted to make
one thing perfectly clear.

Just, just...

I said, so sorry.

(werewolf howling)

- Jack?

Jack, is that you?

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(Marion screaming)

(werewolf growling)

(crockery shattering)

(Marion sobbing)

(Marion screaming)

(werewolf growling)

(werewolf howling)

(gun firing)

(werewolf groaning)

(dramatic music)

(Marion sobbing)

(Marion screaming)

- [Attorney General] Marion?

(sorrowful music)

(Marion sobbing)

- [Salmon] It's all right, it's all right.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, good god.

It was Whittier.

- Oh, Jack!

- Al?
- Jack, I didn't know.

- Get Marion outta here.
- Jack!

- [Attorney General] I don't
want press to know she's here.

(Marion sobbing)

- [Marion] Jack!

Jack, Jack!

Jack!

- Now if this gets out.

- What gets out, General?

He's changed back.

Who's to say any of us saw what we saw.

- An autopsy, we'll have an autopsy.

No, no, no, my mind, it's
playing tricks on me.

Listen, we'll give him a hero's burial.

He became...

He came between a sniper's bullet

and the President's daughter.
- Yeah.

- You trace this gun,
find out who the owner is.

No, no bury it, bury it, bury
it with last year's nerve gas.

- The President's going to be all right.

He just has a little bite on the neck.

- Thank God.

Al?

Tell Marion her father is gonna be...

Oh, nevermind.

Well, you guys won't have Jack Whittier

to kick around anymore.

(werewolves howling)

(anxious music)

- [President] My fellow Americans.

This is your President speaking
to you from the White House.

First, I want to thank
you for your letters

and telegrams offering me your best wishes

during my recent illness.

Secondly, I know I can
count on your support

as I lash out against
the enemies of America,

both in the press, as well as the Senate,

Republicans as well as Democrats,
white as well as black,

who have circulated the
vicious rumors holding members

of my administration
responsible for the recent

and tragic deaths of just a
few of my political opponents.

At night, I roam the
silent empty corridors

of this great house,
wrestling with my conscience.

And I've come to this conclusion.

If I'm to prevent our enemies
from destroying not me

but the very office of the presidency,

I must have your support.

And so...

And so...

And so...

(werewolf growling)

And so...

(werewolf growling)

(werewolf howling)

(suspenseful music)

- [Jack] That it could happen in America.

That it could happen now.

That it could ever happen to me.

Jack Whittier Whittier is my name.

Maybe you remember my byline.

I was the youngest member of
the Washington Press Corps.

It's fastest rising star.

One of the best and
brightest as we used to say.

Before so much blood passed

under those pretty Potomac bridges.

I was having an affair with
the president's daughter

and I wanted out, without
hurting her feelings

or frankly, my career.

So I had my paper reassign
me to our bureau in Budapest.

Somehow the President heard I was banished

for been too pro administration

and he offered me a job,
which I couldn't refuse.

Which is where the terrible events

that were to destroy my
career and my life begin.

- [Giselle] I bought it, it's silhouette.

I found it in a little shop.

I didn't think there were such thing left.

- What's it for?

- [Giselle] You mean, you don't know?

(birds singing)

- [Jack] Honest to God, Giselle,

I'll have you leave
Washington within six weeks.

I'll get you a visa.

I'll get you a job.

- [Giselle] I don't want a job.

A job with who.

The FBI?

- [Jack] Stop it, Giselle,
now will you come on?

(car engine humming)

(car horn hooting)

(tires screeching)

(crickets chirping)

Hey, fella, what do
you think you're doing?

You trying to get somebody killed?

You rammed me right into the tree.

What are you doing, standing here,

right in the middle of the road?

What are you psyched or something?

What's the matter,
can't you speak English?

Giselle, will you get back in the car,

I gotta make it to the airport.

(car door slamming)

(car engine sputtering)

(car door slamming)

I'm sorry, sir.

I just, I lost my temper.

But my car won't start and
I have to catch a plane.

That's very important.

Do you know, is there a gas station around

or someone that could help me?

(bike bashing)

Hey...

It won't start.

Hey, mister!

I really need help!

How do you say...

(speaking in foreign language)

Come on.

(speaking in foreign language)

Now please, the only I'm asking you

is because my car crashed because of him.

Now could you just give
me a little help, please?

(speaking in foreign language)

I'm dying to hear this one.

- She said, if we want
to leave, then leave.

- Then leave, we can't leave!

Goddammit!

I told him my car is stuck.

(speaking in foreign language)

It's over there by the--
(yelling in foreign language)

Listen, it's because of
him, its all his fault.

He ran me off the road.
(car door slamming)

- [Giselle] Come on.

- [Jack] What are you afraid of,

we don't have to go anywhere.

It cost me 15 hundred million dollar

for the man of the year.
(car engine roaring)

What are you looking at?

Were you looking at Giselle?

Not you.

(Jack yelling)

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Hey, come on and check it, will ya?

(crickets chirping)

There's gotta be a house down that road

where I can get a phone.

Just wait for me here, Giselle.

Leave the headlights on, okay.

- [Giselle] Okay.

(car door slamming)

(wolf howling)

(suspenseful music)

- [Man] There, there.

- Over there?
- Yes.

- All right, fine.

Is it far?

- Yes.
- Long distance?

It's far?
- Yes, yes, it is far.

- How far?

- Not too much.
- Oh, good, I can walk.

- No, not tonight, come in.
- Do you know what time?

The departure schedule of the train?

- The moon, moon.

Come in.
- What the?

- Not tonight, please.
- No, thank you,

I'm in a hurry.
- Come in, come in.

- What are you afraid of?

(door banging)

Giselle?

Giselle?

(wolf howling)
(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(crickets chirping)

Giselle?

(wolf howling)

(dramatic music)

(wolf growling)

(wolf yelping)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- And so, it must have been a wolf.

We could find no corpse.

- Oh, come on.

I killed a man and I
killed him with this thing.

- You said it was an accident, my boy.

- I was an accident.

But are you gonna take my word for it?

Aren't you going to detain me?

- The Inspector has already
looked, his car and his driver.

- What's going on here?

This country is crawling with bureaucrats.

Where are they?

Why aren't the here questioning us?

- [Giselle] Jack, they
are willing to let go us.

Let's go.

- What are you trying to cover up?

Is the White House behind this?

- The what house?

- The White House.

- It isn't him, don't even
know what are you saying.

(train whistle blowing)

(speaking in foreign language)

- What'd she say?

- [Giselle] She says, you are feverish.

It was after one.

- I'm afraid I must ask you
to leave the area at once.

I tell you again, no one
has been reported missing.

No corpse has been found.

If you continue to make
a nuisance of yourself,

I shall have you locked up.

- How come you speak English?

Huh?

(car engine chugging)

(crickets chirping)

That was your son that
I killed, wasn't it?

(speaking in foreign language)

- Yes, that was her son.

- And you don't even
care that I killed him?

(speaking in foreign language)

- She says, you didn't kill him.

You released him.

He needed to die.

He longed to rest.

- Because of the communist?

Secret police?

(speaking in foreign language)

- The pentagram.

- Because of the sign
of the the pentagram.

- Ah, the Pentagon is behind all of this.

- The pentagram.

The mark of the beast.

This.

- Oh, that's just a bunch of insanity.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Whoever is bitten by
a werewolf and live,

becomes a werewolf himself.

- Oh, bull.

Find out who she's working for.

(speaking in foreign language)

- The wolf bit you, didn't he?

- Yes, dammit.

(speaking in foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

- [Jack] Wear this charm
over your heart always.

And remember, a werewolf
can only be killed

with a silver bullet or a
stick with a silver handle.

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Jack] Heaven help you, my son.

(gentle music)

(toilet flushing)

(door knocking)

- [Woman] Jack?

The President wants to see you.

He's in my bedroom.

(guests chattering)

- We worked for everything we had.

And you know, we had a deed
from the King of England

for our property in Maryland.

And now Larnies kids want to
come and they wanna give it

to the communist, just give it.

Isn't the right, Maurice?

I mean, you agree with
me, don't you, honey?

Well, Vaughn, aren't you going
to do something about it?

- We're gonna change the constitution.

- Oh, thank heaven.

Well, I meant to say,
you should rewrite it.

And I think I have a few points...

(door knocking)

- Jack, come in, come in.

Good to see you, Jack.

- Mr. President.

- Yeah, you're looking fine, just fine.

Ur, settle it any way you want to.

Just make sure it doesn't
fall back on my lap

or the Attorney Generals.

How was your flight, Jack?

- I mean, I think Washington is going

to be quite a come-down in many ways.

I'm gonna have to sell my stock.

- Even though you're my Press Aid,

your job will deal mainly
with the Justice Department.

The Attorney General is just
too honest for his own good.

Need to help restore his
image with the press.

And also deal with the Captree nomination.

Especially the Captree nomination.

Have you met Mrs. Captree?

- It doesn't matter, if
Elliot looses the nomination,

we'll just be mighty happy
to stay home and make money,

won't we?
(group laughing)

- [Jack] No, sir.

- She's gonna be a problem.

How do you tell a man to dump his wife

for the good of his country?

(President chuckling)

Well, anyway.

I want to restore some
balance in the court.

With a Southerner, we
could give them a sense

of belonging down there.

Goddammit, you know what that means, Jack?

- I think I do, sir, yes.

- Now, that's all the
speech I have for now.

But we'll talk some more later.

Have you seen Marion yet?

I don't understand you young people.

She's seeing a nice young man nowadays.

You should get to know him.

He's a phychiatrist.

A Naval psychiatrist.

I think you'd like him.

- And Senator Bod,

does not represent the people of Maryland.

(gasps) Hello there, Mr. President.

You know, I was just telling
the Attorney General here

that Senator Bob, oh, he makes me so sick.

I just can't stand it.

- Mrs. Captree, I'm sure your husband

doesn't even feel that strongly about it.

- [Mr. Captree] Why,
thank you, Mr. President.

- Jack, you see the kind
of problems we have here.

Judge, I want you to meet Jack Whittier

the new Assistant Press Secretary.

- [Mr. Captree] How do you do?

- And Mrs. Captree.

- Oh, is he the Jewish young man

that you hired to muzzle me?

(Mrs. Captree laughing)

- No, I'm afraid.

- Oh, well, you look smart.

- [President] I'm going
to excuse myself now.

- You sleep tight now, Mr. President.

- [President] Oh, Marion.

- Hello, Jack.

- My, that Marion's such a lovely girl.

Did the Washington Times
really send you to Siberia,

socking the truth to them, Mr. Whittier?

- It was Hungary.

- What?

- Hung--
- Come on, Margie.

I think it's time we left for home too.

- Oh, no, Eliot honey.

Well, why don't you run
along like you always do.

I'm sure this nice young
man will see me home.

Won't you, honey?

- Certainly, Ma'am.

(suspenseful music)

(gentle music)

I think your father's a cross

between Abraham Lincoln and Jesus Christ.

- I'm engaged to be married, Jack.

- Already?

To that psychiatrist guy?

(suspenseful music)

(gentle music)

Mrs. Captree, are you ready--

- Oh, I'm just having one for the road.

Oh.

You know, anytime you have
people marching in the streets,

you're just catering to a revolution.

You know what my husband says?

Well, my husband said many times

that he actually prefers some
of the Russian communist.

The liberal communists in this country.

What's the matter with my hand?

- Huh?

Oh, nothing.

(gentle music)

- Goodness, my, Jack.

You're just a devil, aren't ya?

(suspenseful music)

- [Salmon] Hi, good evening, hiya.

I thought I'd come over and
say good evening to you.

- Well, hi.

- Commander Salmon.

Why don't you come in and
talk to me sometime, Jack?

We'll have a talk.

- All right, sure.

- Now, where were we?

Where were we?

We were saying something about...

(suspenseful music)

(Mrs. Captree humming)

(animal growling)

(Mrs. Captree humming)

(animal growling)

(Mrs. Captree screaming)

- I watched the damn thing myself,

they didn't have a, they didn't
even have a station break.

And this prejudice hostile critic

as the commentator they put on,

right after the President's
address about Captree.

Well, I have the networks work,

they're gonna bury this guy someplace.

- [Jack] What do you mean?

- Give him the ax, drop it.

- [Jack] You're kidding?

- No, the President is fed up

with this guy's facial
expressions and gestures.

We've got some friends there.

It's the other networks I'm worried about.

Here, take a look at the speech

the Vice President is
gonna read tomorrow night.

(woman screaming)

(hand slapping)

We are going to war
against the networks, Jack.

We're going to win back the minds

and hearts of the American people.

And we have got to have
Captree on that court

to win the fight or we're in trouble.

Hell, you understand that.

Hey, look, Jack, there's a line in there,

we had trouble with,
something about the views

of a small group, the small,
how does small strike you?

That's a little soft.

What would you call your
compatriots at the press

if you wanted to be,
you know, more flashy?

- Ur...

Let's see.

Well at their worst coterie
of impudent snobs (laughs).

Or nobody really--
- That's good.

No, that's great.

We'll use it.

- [Jack] You're kidding?

- No, it's just what we want.

Look, the man told me to give
you a draft of the speech

and listen to your suggestions on it.

Now I know why.

I want you to spice it up a bit, huh?

- Well, I don't know.

I mean, I wouldn't use
that line I just suggested.

- Why not?

That is exactly what we want.

(telephone ringing)

Not now!

Yeah.

My God.

What's this country coming to?

Mrs. Captree was just found dead.

Guts ripped open.

(woman screaming)

(gentle music)

- How have you been?

I guess I asked that last night.

- Yeah, I guess you did.

Gee, I hadn't been in the
White House in a long time.

- Well, not everyone get to see all

of the White House, Jack.

- Well, I'm supposed to
meet with your father.

- It's really awful about
Mrs. Captree, isn't it?

And those shoes they found, that's weird.

- Shoes?

Giselle, um, Marion...

The President's waiting for me.

I better not keep him.

- Hasn't Judge Captree asked

that his nomination be withdrawn

because of this horrible tragedy?

- I've asked him not to make that request.

Frankly, I don't want his name withdrawn.

The current permissive trends
continue in this country.

I'm worried about national anarchy.

Andrea, you and I, we don't see eye

to eye about most things.

Never asked me to support

and I've never received it.

(suspenseful music)

But if your paper could
change its position,

it would swing the nomination for him.

- I'll think about it, Mr. President.

- Good.

I'm sorry to have kept you here so late.

Oh, by the way, I have asked
the FCC to act as quickly

as possible to file that application.

No matter what position you take.

After all I do owe you a favor.

If you hadn't banished
Jack here to Budapest,

well, I wouldn't have a new
Assistant Press Secretary.

Oh, evening, darling.

- Mr. President, we didn't banish Jack,

I begged him to stay here.

Didn't I, Jack?

He requested the transfer
for personal reasons

and he's welcome to come back anytime.

- Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

- Jack?
- Huh?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I have to go, Mr. President,
I'll see you tomorrow.

- I'll leave with Jack.
- No!

- Jack, um--
- No,

I mean I'll stay here
with you, Mr. President.

- I'll help you get over, Mr. President.

I may surprise you.

- Oh, thank you, Andrea.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Jack.

Goodnight, Marion.

- Jack, Jack?

Jack, I think I could be a friend, Jack.

If you could just accept that.

I'd like to be.

You don't look well, Jack.

(door slamming)

Jack?

- [Jack] Don't wait for me there, Marion.

Wait for me in your room.

Go away, now!

(wolf howling)

(door rattling)
- Jack?

(door rattling)
Jack?

(car engine humming)

- [Andrea] Hello?

Hello?

(werewolf growling)

(werewolf panting)

(werewolf growling)

(woman screaming)

(dramatic music)

(tires screeching)

- Says it's a werewolf.

- A weird wolf?

- A werewolf.

Werewolf.

Can you imagine what happened

if the press gets a hold of that?

I think the kid did themself.

- He looks like he could sever a jugular.

- Well, I don't think the kid did it.

- Now, maybe he did do it.

His obvious hatred of
female authority figures.

The expression he keeps using, mother.

Now it fits the pattern of the crimes.

Prominent middle aged women
found near National Monuments.

- [Jack] Well, I don't
think the kid did it.

- You're the whiz kid.

You keep it from the press.

- Hi, how are ya?

Could you just tell me
exactly what you saw?

- Look with just all
this figure running away.

- A figure running away?

Was it a man or a woman,
was it light or dark.

Well, was it light or dark?

- It was too dark to tell.

- The figure was dark, wasn't it?

This figure was dark?
- All right,

it was dark, it was very dark.

- Debbie, Debbie, just be cool.

- A black man?

- No, it was a werewolf, you racist pig.

- Oh, just one minute--
- Now,

don't point your finger at me.

- Who you talking to?
- I'm not lying.

- Take it easy, take it easy.

- Look, we didn't do anything.
- Take it easy.

Now, could you kids tell
me something more detail

about this running figure?

- It was hairy.

It walked funny.

- Uh-huh?

- The Panthers.

- [Jack] How do you
know it's the Panthers?

- I know it!

Book 'em.
- Book 'em?

Wait a minute, what for?

- Narcotics.
- Oh no.

Now wait a minute, now listen.

(Jack whispering)

Where you kids staying?

- At the Chevrolet Hilton.

- The what?

(woman laughing)

- Big bus on the mall.

- I'm just trying to help you.

We're going to assign an FBI agent

to keep you under surveillance

or else we're gonna have to lock you up.

- Oh, wow, man.

- Thank you.

- [Jack] Huh?

- You stay with 'em.

- Well, sir, do you have any leads,

I mean, this is the second murder

of a national known figure in two days.

Are you sure you have enough
manpower to trap the killer?

I mean, your boys seem to
be busy with the networks.

- Let me tell you something.

None of this would've happened

if you people didn't
support the very elements

in our society that did this.

- Easy, easy, don't let them get to you.

- How do you know that
we support the elements

when you don't have one single lead?

- We do have a suspect.

And an indictment is imminent.

- Sir, I must insist that you
stop talking to these people.

- Does imminent mean today,
tomorrow or indefinitely, sir?

- Imminent means tomorrow
morning, nine o'clock.

- I'm sorry, sir--

- And won't you bleeding
hearts be surprised?

- He doesn't have one indictment.

He's too busy investigating us.

- You see, see!

Jack?

Jack?

(suspenseful music)

- [President] This is
another one of our washrooms.

I don't suppose you asked about anything

this convenient on this level.

- No, sir.
(man laughing)

- I guess not.

I understand that the three
of you are cooped up on one

of these for how long is that?

- It's about two weeks all together, sir.

- Two weeks.

- Sir, you mind if I?

- Oh, no, no, you go right ahead.

- Oh, this thing doesn't work.

- Huh?

Oh, let me give you a hand.

(door rattling)

Oh, that's strange.

- That's all right,
sir, I'll use this one.

- No, no, no, that's not the point.

(door banging)

That's odd?

(door banging)

Nobody in there.

(door banging)

I'll just reach down under it

and get the latch for you.

- Sir, I'll do in just a second.

- No, no, no, no.

(anxious music)

(door banging)

You just go about your business.

(door banging)

I'll get the janitor to look at that.

(toilet flushing)

You know, it's odd, we had one
of you fellas up on the moon,

but when it comes to fix
an old latch like that,

we're just all thumbs.

Oh, good, there's a Remington
I wanna show you out here,

that Blackwoods gave
to me a few years back.

(door thumping)

(door clicking)

Oh, just hold it there.

Don't wanna forget this.

Two weeks.

The three.

- [Astronaut] Two weeks.

(door thumping)

(dramatic music)

- [Jack] God.

- I can only give you a minute,

but I'd like you to stay
and see the Senator.

- Mr. President, I'm
not feeling very well.

Do you think you might want

to find someone to replace me.

- You mean, right now?

Well, sure, go ahead, take a nap, Jack.

- No, I mean, generally, sir.

- Come on, Jack, you're doing a fine job.

You're indispensable to me.

I need you to now more than ever.

- It's about those shoes, sir.

- Shoes?
- Yeah.

- What shoes?

Jack, would you please stop scratching

the palms of your hands?

It's just not manly.

- It's about the murders, sir.

I don't believe that
the Panthers did them.

- Oh, there hasn't been a murder

since we put a guard of that black boy.

- But the moon has arisen yet.

Put a guard on me.

(radio commentator speaking)

- Damn that mob out there.

(hand banging)

Now look, Jack.

What is the meaning of this?

That speech you wrote
last night was just great.

The networks, they don't
know what hit them.

And it's all because of you.

I wanna assign you full-time
to writing speeches

for the Vice President.

- Mr. President...

I think I'm...

I think I'm a...

(door clicking)

I think I'm a werewolf.

- The Senator, Mr. President.

- What?

- The Senator.

- Speak up, goddammit, I can't hear you.

- The Senator, Mr. President.

- Oh, send her in.

- [Commentator] Throw it up for grabs,

as he threw it up, that...
(T.V. clicking)

- Now, Jack, we all get
disturbed at some time or another

over some damn little thing.

But I won't hear of you leaving the team

till you've had a chat
with Commander Salmon.

All right?
- Mr. President?

Hello?

- Oh, Joan, it's good to see you.

Come in, come in.

- I'm a murderer.

(suspenseful music)

I killed someone last night.

Dr. Salmon, do you believe that a man

can change into an animal?

- An animal?

- Have you ever heard of
the mark of the beast?

- What?

- There's a curse on me.

I was bitten by a wolf.

Only it wasn't a wolf.

- Only, it wasn't a wolf.

- It was a werewolf.

And now, when the full moon rises,

I change into an animal
with only one desire.

The desire to kill.

- [Dr. Salmon] Oh, Jack, really, werewolf.

Thank you.

- Well, what about my blackouts?

And my scar, and my finger?

And what about those shoes?

- I think you're in trouble, Jack,

but not the kind of trouble
you're think you're in.

- What about my seeing
the sign of a pentagram?

- Well, sometimes we see our conflicts

in terms of political symbols.

- Well, what's politics
gotta do with this.

- Well, what does the
Pentagon have to do with it?

- The pentagram.
- Gentlemen.

- The five-pointed star.

- [Waiter] Are you ready
to order dinner now?

- Doctor, would you come
to the bathroom with me?

- [Waiter] Later, sir.

- Please.

Come with me to the bathroom.

- [Dr. Salmon] Later.

- Would you, please?

- What for?

- I must show you something.

- Show me here.

- It's on my chest.

- All right.

Jack, I don't wanna talk
about your symptoms now

but they're not very hard to explain.

Now you feel guilty because you were

with both of these women
when they were killed.

- You know think that
in itself is strange?

- And you have the feeling

that you could've done
something to stop it.

Coupled with guilt feelings
for having murderous--

- [Jack] Well, look at this.

- Guilt feelings for
having murderous wishes

towards these women over evil reasons

for both of which you want to be punished.

- Will you look at this.

- So?

- I saw this in the palm
of each of my victims.

- Jack, I want to help you.

- Well then, lock me up.

- Come over to the hospital tomorrow

and we'll talk it over.

- But someone's gonna die tonight!

- [Man] Will you two faggots, shut up!

- Now, Jack, I cannot help you

unless you really want me to help you.

Now remember what I told you.

- Jack Whittier on the
line for Cliff Napes.

Cliff?

Jack, fine.

A little favor.

Now looked, who would I talk to over there

to find out if someone from
Budapest is a red dart?

Maybe Chinese.

G-I-S-E-L-L-E, Frennik, F-R-E-N-N-I-K.

French Romanian, about 30.

Correspondent for the
Budapest House Oregon.

(telephone ringing)

Jack Whittier?

Hi, angel.

Dr. Salmon?

Yes I did.

(Jack sighing)

But now he has me thinking

that whatever was bothering
me was all in my mind.

(suspenseful music)

No, no.

Oh, no, that's just
between me and my analyst.

(dramatic music)

Yeah, I'm fitting all the pieces together.

I'm beginning to think that
while I was in Budapest,

I was brainwashed or something.

Yeah, to cover up so
political activities here.

(suspenseful music)

It's some issues.

No.

What?

You want to come over here?

Tonight?

(Jack chuckling)

I just hope your secret service
man never publishes a book.

Why, sure, sure, come over.

I don't know, maybe you'd better not.

(Jack sobbing)

Oh, god, please, don't let
me go through this again.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(werewolf growling)

(werewolf panting)

(glass shattering)

- [Woman] Hey, we're going for a walk.

- Good idea, let's go.

- Oh, man, without you,
you know, we wanna make it.

You know what I mean, don't you, make it?

Do it.

- We got small steps.

- No, man, we wanna take a walk.

Could you stay behind you,
you know like 100 paces?

- No, seriously, I wanna make
a phone call, mister, ur...

- Murphy, Randy Murphy.

- I'm gonna go call Sally, okay?

- Yeah, man.

(coin jingling)

- Information?

Yeah.

Randy Murphy, he's somewhere
in Georgetown, I think.

Yeah.

Right.

Thank you.

(coin jingling)

(telephone dialing)

Hello, Mrs. Murphy?

This the werewolf of Washington.

(woman growling)

I know just what you want.

(woman growling)

- Are they in or?
- No, no.

I left a message, they'll be back later.

(suspenseful music)

- [Man] Well, are you ready to go?

Look, come on, let's...

(werewolf growling)

(woman screaming)

- [Woman] Why are you taking pictures?

(werewolf growling)
(woman screaming)

Please!

(werewolf growling)
(woman screaming)

(werewolf growling)

(werewolf growling)
(woman screaming)

(woman screaming)

(werewolf growling)

(woman screaming)

(werewolf growling)

(gun firing)

(werewolf growling)

(gun firing)

(woman sobbing)

- Mr. President?
- Mr. President?

- Ladies and gentlemen,
before I answer your questions

I would like to make a brief announcement.

I have called this conference

because of the mass hysteria

and now tragedy surrounding a case

that we're all very much aware of.

Aware of.

Today, I'm pleased to
announce the indictment of...

(President coughing)

Secondly, the anarchist must be punished.

And thirdly--

- [Reporter] I think he's messing it up.

- We must have Captree
on the Supreme Court.

If he so threatens of people,
they will stop at nothing.

(President coughing)

Questions?

- [Reporters] Mr. President?

- Mr. President?
- Yes?

- Sir, is it true that the same black man

you are holding for murder,

was himself brutally attacked last night?

- No, I didn't point at you.

I was pointing at her.

Her.

- Mr. President?

The Vice President made
a speech last night,

I was wondering if he would comment on it.

- Yes, I'm glad you asked that question.

I would like to make one
thing perfectly clear.

(chair thumping)

The Vice President does not
clear his speeches with me.

(President laughing)

- [Reporters] Mr. President?

- Is the conference over?

- No.

I just had to leave.

- You know, I tried calling you last night

after you hung up.

Where were you?

(suspenseful music)

- [Jack] Did you?

Where was I?

I don't know.

- I'm sorry to interrupt,
but the colored...

The black kid died.

- I don't care what it is
your going through, son.

Commander Salmon assures
me that you're problems

will not interfere with your job,

and that's good enough for me.

- But I don't think Dr. Salmon--

- Wait, wait.

Wait, Jack, wait.

(bowling ball rumbling)

(President laughing)

Ah, look at that.

Now, Jack.
- Sir.

- I don't care what this
gypsy lady told you.

Commander Salmon tells
me that in your case,

or let me say that in this case,

the existence of a werewolf
has not been verified.

So how could you be a werewolf?

- Well, sir--

- Where's the ball?

Where's the damn ball?

- Sir?

- Take off your shoes, or get in gutter.

- [Jack] I've gotta let
you know a little secret.

- You know this is not,
but I get frightened too.

(President groaning)

I like you, Jack.

I really do.

Here, like the son I never had.

I see a lot of myself in you.

I see you going places, Jack
and I'd like to be part of it.

There it is, coming up down there.

- [Jack] Mr. President,
tonight when the moon is full--

- Tonight when the moon is full.

Got a hold of yourself, boy.

(President muttering)

You're just going through a crisis.

I know about crisis.

You run from this one,
you run into the next one.

Jack, where did you go to school?

- University of Chicago, sir.

- You play any ball there?

- Just four-ball handball, sir.

They didn't have varsity sports.

- I swear, there's nothing
wrong with four-ball handball.

Here, here, listen,

I want you to take a ball.

I want you to bowl a few balls with me.

Go on, take a ball and go over
to that alleyway, over there.

Just pick it up and step
over there, that's it.

Jack, I want you to watch this.

Watch me, Jack.
- Yes.

- Watch me.

Here we go.

(bowling ball rumbling)

(pins crashing)

(President laughing)

Look at that shot.

Go ahead, you take a
shot, go ahead, go ahead.

(suspenseful music)

Go ahead, come on, take a shot.

This morning vote for Senate,

let me have the man I
want in the Supreme Court.

You think I don't care about that, huh?

Do you?

Take your position, come on.

Get up the line there, that's it.

(Jack sighing)

Now, I can show you how
to have a good time.

Time for testing and soul searching.

I'll strike out at my
enemy, swiftly and boldly.

Maybe even tonight.

Play, boy.

Jack?
- Yes.

- Throw the ball.
- I'm sorry.

- No, not like that.

Here, look, get down.

On your knees.

On your knees, on your knees.

Bend your knees.
- Yes, sir.

- Ah, that's it.

Now we have the ball back

and we're just gonna let
it rip down the ally.

Right, that's it, get
the ball, right there.

Get your hands down there.
- Yes.

- And when you get the ball like this,

let it whiz, let it go.

You think I'll run from a battle?

Jack, will you throw the ball,
throw the ball down there.

- Yes, sir.

- I went to, shoot now.

(drowned out by sighing)
miss the target completely.

Oh, son, only a few of
us left in the boat now.

Got to stick together
and play for one another.

I believe in you, Jack.

I want you to believe in me.

I promise to stand by
you in this crisis, Jack,

if you'll promise me that
you'll stand by yourself.

Jack, throw the ball, for Christ sake.

- I can't, sir.

- Why, sure you can, just throw it.

- No, I can't, I've
been trying to tell you.

- Jack, what kind of
a man are you, anyway?

- I've been trying to tell you, sir.

The first thing happens,

my fingers start to swell
before the moon rises.

And now my fingers are stuck in the ball,

I can't get it off.

- Okay, Jack.

I have a meeting in the War Room, please.

- I can't go.

- Jack, look, Commander
Salmon will be there,

everybody will be fine.

- I'm stuck in the ball!

- Give me that goddam ball.

Pull!

(men grunting)

Nothing wrong with that ball.

Nothing at all.

- [Military Man] You see, these
pilots load up their planes

with bombs flying 'em
anywhere that you want,

drop 'em anywhere they want,
without any authorization.

They're so damn incorrigible.

And then it drops in our lap.

And we don't hear about it,
till we read it in the papers.

Well, I'm fed up with been
a nice entire country.

- The entire country is
talking about sex, murders

and wash and weird-wolf.

This is just what the papers
have been waiting for.

Did you see this article
this morning Times?

Articles like that are
appearing in every newspaper

in every city, in the country.

- [Military Man] I think
we oughta crucify 'em.

- [Attorney General] The
networks, they can't even control

their own people anymore.

That circus of hippies
outside the White House

is getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

(Military Men chattering)

- Congress is threatening you
with impeachment proceedings.

I am afraid of complete civil disorder.

My recommendation is that
we declare martial law.

(camera snapping)

Put a curfew on the whole city.

(camera snapping)

And bring the army in on this.

(camera snapping)

- [Military Man] The army?

- I think we should hold off on that.

Gentlemen?

Gentlemen, I'd like to
come directly to the point.

I would like to be able
to announce the withdrawal

of all troops totally and
immediately in Southeast Asia

but frankly, I'm afraid of the reaction

from the lunatic right.

General Dorocha, excuse
me, General, Admiral.

Admiral Dorocha, you are a
politically astute tactician,

well aware of the tensions
on the home front.

What could I do to keep
those casualties here

and abroad while I speed up
truth, ur, troop withdrawals.

- Sir, if we can make
this one last quick thrust

into his sanctuaries covered by reactive,

protracted reconnaissance.

An active radiative--
- Radiation.

- [Admiral] Reconnaissance.

- [Harry] What did I miss?

- [President] Try to stay
awake over there, Harry.

- [Harry] Yes, sir.

- A protective reactive reconnaissance

an active--
- Okay, let's do it.

- But, sir?
- Huh?

- [Attorney General] Don't you think

we should notify Congress?

- What about Congress?

What do you think, Jack?

Jack?
(suspenseful music)

Now, goddammit, let's, well
let's just ignore them.

Gentlemen, our credit is at stake.

(dramatic music)
Throughout the world.

No, I will not be found
wanting in this nuclear age.

(men applauding)

Just one more thing, gentlemen.

About our plan to recognize red China.

(men laughing)
- Oh, Mr. President.

- [Military Man] He's
very cuter, isn't he?

(President chuckling)

(suspenseful music)

(President muttering)

Jack, what the hell time is it?

Jack?

Jack?

Jack?

Gentlemen, would you
please excuse the boy.

He hasn't been feeling too well recently.

(motors humming)

He's probably gone to the dispensary.

(President laughing)

(motors humming)

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(werewolf sniffing)

- Wait, wait.

(werewolf sniffing)

Wait!

Wait!

What is your name?

What?

What is your name?

You have a name.

What is your name?

Tell me your name?

What is your name?

(werewolf snorting)

(doctor chuckling)

Are you real?

Are you really real?

(birds singing)

(anxious music)

- [Jack] My name is Whittier.

I called earlier about
some silver bullets.

No, I want them with powder and tonight.

All right, $500, I don't care.

No, they don't have to
be ballistically perfect.

Well can you make one by tonight?

All right, then send you one.

(camera reel clicking)

(projector clicking)

- [President] Well if
bullets won't stop it,

maybe we can get it with
the tank or a flame-thrower.

- I don't want him destroyed
under any circumstances.

Don't you realize how important
it is to our programs?

You must issue the order
that he be taken alive.

- It's interesting, Dr.
Kiss about the programs.

Just what the hell are
our scientific programs?

- [Dr. Kiss] I haven't
any more time for this.

I have my own work to tend to.

- [President] Well, it's
pretty much the law.

Word leaks out that there was
a werewolf running around,

I mean, we can't kill it.

- [Dr. Kiss] Well,
then, just don't let it.

Only you and I have seen this.

Let's keep all the people
off the streets tonight

and we'll handle it.

- [President] I don't know about that,

I'm up to my neck in
this Asian policy stuff.

And then the two students out in Ohio.

- [Dr. Kiss] I respectfully submit, sir,

that is your problem.

- Oh, Dr. Kiss?

(door knocking)

Dr. Kiss?

Dr. Kiss, what do you think
of my Southeast Asian policy?

Dr. Kiss?

Oh.

- Okay, Mrs. Captree.

The publisher, the black kid,

the guard at the Pentagon last night

and this is the same shape
as a scar on my shoulder.

But just one night,

could fill in the shape
of the five pointed star.

Another murder tonight at
Watergate, my apartment.

- And there's no doubt about it,

the shoes we found at
the Pentagon are his.

- [Jack] And the shirt.

- And the shirt.

- If I can just catch a plane tomorrow,

I'll have the full month to
find that old gypsy woman

before the full moon rises again.

And Doctor, I know you...

You can find a way to tell the president

so that there won't be
this search for me tonight

or an investigation.

(anxious music)

But you have to lock me up tonight.

- All right, I'm convinced.

We'll lock you up.

We can't let the press know about this.

We can't let anybody know about it.

- Yeah.

There's no doubt the press would seize

on your personal tragedy
to discredit the President.

- Well, frankly I don't
even want him to know.

He's got enough on his mind already.

- Jack, I'm sorry about this.

- Could you tell...

- Marion?

All right, I'll tell her.

- I even think I'm might be
able to get some rest tonight,

knowing I'm chained up.

Let's go.

What's that?

- It's a time lapse camera, Jack.

Presumably it'll go on
during the transformation.

If you are what you say you are,

we owe it to science
to make a record of it.

Oh and the president wants
a copy for his new library.

- Oh, Captain Salmon, would you
turn on a television for me?

I'd like to watch the
President's addressed tonight.

- [Announcer] Still angry over the--

- I have to leave soon, Jack,

but I'll be back after
the addresses is over.

- I can't believe I have to go

through another night of this agony.

Captain Salmon, you see that cane?

The cane right by the television set.

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

And hit me with it.

Hit me with it on the head.

Kill me.

I'm just a violent beast
and I'm better off dead.

I'm better off dead.

- Jack?
- I'm better off dead.

Kill me, will ya?

- Pull yourself together, Jack.

Now there's nothing to whimper about.

I guess this station will do,

he's gonna be on all the stations.

All right, Jack, I'll be
back after the address.

(anxious music)

(clock ticking)

(clock clicking)

- Oh my god.

- Marion?

- Who did this to you, Jack?

- No one did anything to me, Marion.

Will you get outta here?

- Are you insane?

Who did this to you?

- Marion, will you leave my chains alone?

- Did you do this to yourself?

- No, just leave 'em alone, Marion.

Goddammit.

Will you get outta here.

Out, out!

- Will you please stop barking at me.

(Jack sobbing)

Now, please stop that nonsense.

- It's not nonsense, Marion.

Please, will you leave before
anything happens to you?

- No, I'm not going to
leave, of course not.

In fact, I'm spending the night here.

- What!

- [Marion] So that you can
see, this is all in your mind.

- Oh, Marion, get the hell outta here!

- [Marion] Don't worry,
I'll leave your chain on.

What's that?

- Marion, just next to the
T.V., there's a gun here,

you see it?

All right, it's loaded.

Now if anything happens to me.

If I change, that's the only thing

that can keep me from
killing someone else.

- Oh, Jack, stop it.

- Marion, if you insist on staying here,

you could at least do that for me.

Keep it with you at all times.

Now you can do that for
me, can't you, Marion?

You can at least do that?

(Jack sighing)

(gentle music)

(telephone ringing)

Oh, don't answer it.

- Hello.

It's daddy.

- Mr. President?

- [President] Hi, Jack, I know
I gave you a few days off,

but it's just that the
Press Secretary is ill,

and I need you there.

Well, I guess it's my most
important address ever.

I'm announcing a arms limitation agreement

with the Chinese foreign minister.

And I just don't want the public to think

that it's a cover for
the curfew I'm imposing

upon Washington tonight.

I don't wanna sound like a
little boy who cried wolf.

You know what I mean, Jack?

What?

Jack, I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to insist.

Yep, well, I've already
sent a chopper over there

to pick you up.

Chopper.

Yeah, heli-chopper, you know.

(helicopter blades thumping)

- [Jack] Mr. President, isn't

that your helicopter over there?

- [President] They're
all by helicopters, Jack.

- [Jack] Oh.

(Mr. President laughing)

- Hi, Solly, how you doing?

Sit over there.

Jack, sit over there.

Well, this is a special
occasion, Mister Prime Minister.

It's the first time we've ever interrupted

our nations television broadcasting

for an unannounced press conference.

Isn't that right, Jack?

- [Prime Minister] I understand it comes

at a very good time.

Is it true that everybody in Washington

is afraid of a werewolf?

- Werewolf?

(President laughing)

No, no, I haven't heard that story.

- [Prime Minister] Oh, is that so?

(engine revving)

I read a report of it
in one of Hanoi papers.

It sounded like a case of mass hysteria.

(men laughing)

- It sounds like an amusing
report, Mr. Prime Minister.

Jack, would you look into that?

Jack?

A werewolf (chuckles).

(helicopter blades thumping)

Jack?

I haven't read any of
those kind of papers.

A werewolf.

Now, Mr. Foreign Prime Minister, sir.

We will introduce you to the nation

and then I will come on next with--

- Hey.

(speaking in foreign language)

- No, Mr. Prime Minister, we are going

to introduce you first to the nation.

Oh, let's...

(speaking in foreign language)

Let's see, how do you say that in Chinese.

Oh.

(speaking in foreign language)

You'll be the grabber, see.

You'll get the people and then, then

that'll raise a certain
amount of speculation,

Mr. Prime Minister and then I'll come on

and that'll give the people
what they've been waiting for.

Do you understand?

I come on.

I come on.

Mr. Prime minister, you're not listening.

Mr. Prime Minister?

(speaking in foreign language)

Do you understand, Mr. Prime Minister?

- [Prime Minister] I
don't understand at all.

- Then I come on and I--
- I'm not talking about this.

Hey, this is not the thing I want.

I don't want him here.

- What?

Just leave Jack out of this,

you just talk to me for a moment.

What I'm talking about,
Mr. Prime Minister--

- [Prime Minister] Let's
talk about this first,

I don't wanna see him here.

- Mr. Prime Minister,
please pay attention here

for just a moment.

Jack, Jack, will you pay attention too?

Goddammit.

(speaking in foreign language)

- You think it joke?

Or is it war?

- Oh, no, no.

(speaking in foreign language)

- It's no joke, Mr. Prime Minister.

No war, of course.

(yelling in foreign language)

- Hey, Jack, please just help
me out a little bit, will ya?

(speaking in foreign language)

You know?

(speaking in foreign language)

- What, I don't understand what you said.

- Jack, Jack.
- But,

I do know what you're talking about.

- Jack, Jack, would you
pay just a little attention

over here, Jack.

- No, Jack.

This is hi-jack!

Hi-jack!
- No, no.

- Hi-jack!
- No, no,

there's no hijack, Mr. Prime Minister.

No, no, hijack.

(speaking in foreign language)

You go before the nation--
- No more.

No more (speaking in foreign language).

I go!

(speaking in foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

I go, I go.

- No, no, don't get off here.

No, no, don't get off here.

We have to land, sir.

Land, land.

Now, Jack, how do you say land?

Oh, Jack, will you please try

to pay some attention over here.

Mr. Prime Minister,
after we announce you...

(werewolf growling)

(anxious music)

Jack, you were right.

It is you!

(Prime Minister yelling)

- Jack!

Down, boy.
(werewolf growling)

Down, Jack.

No, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot.

Don't, don't harm the dog.

Jack, down, Jack.
(dramatic music)

(werewolf growling)

Listen to your president talking here.

Now, sit, boy, sit!

Heel, Jack.

Heel.

(werewolf growling)

Solly, Solly!

Solly, get this plane outta the sky.

Ah, Solly!

(President yelling)

(werewolf growling)

(dramatic music)

(men yelling)

- Don't shoot, don't shoot.

Get him, get him.

(werewolf growling)

(gun firing)

I said, don't shoot!

Medic, get a doctor over here, quick.

All right, all right, keep back.

He may be the President, but
he's still a human being.

- It was Jack Whittier.

- My god.

Marion.

(President panting)

- I just wanted to make
one thing perfectly clear.

Just, just...

I said, so sorry.

(werewolf howling)

- Jack?

Jack, is that you?

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(Marion screaming)

(werewolf growling)

(crockery shattering)

(Marion sobbing)

(Marion screaming)

(werewolf growling)

(werewolf howling)

(gun firing)

(werewolf groaning)

(dramatic music)

(Marion sobbing)

(Marion screaming)

- [Attorney General] Marion?

(sorrowful music)

(Marion sobbing)

- [Salmon] It's all right, it's all right.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, good god.

It was Whittier.

- Oh, Jack!

- Al?
- Jack, I didn't know.

- Get Marion outta here.
- Jack!

- [Attorney General] I don't
want press to know she's here.

(Marion sobbing)

- [Marion] Jack!

Jack, Jack!

Jack!

- Now if this gets out.

- What gets out, General?

He's changed back.

Who's to say any of us saw what we saw.

- An autopsy, we'll have an autopsy.

No, no, no, my mind, it's
playing tricks on me.

Listen, we'll give him a hero's burial.

He became...

He came between a sniper's bullet

and the President's daughter.
- Yeah.

- You trace this gun,
find out who the owner is.

No, no bury it, bury it, bury
it with last year's nerve gas.

- The President's going to be all right.

He just has a little bite on the neck.

- Thank God.

Al?

Tell Marion her father is gonna be...

Oh, nevermind.

Well, you guys won't have Jack Whittier

to kick around anymore.

(werewolves howling)

(anxious music)

- [President] My fellow Americans.

This is your President speaking
to you from the White House.

First, I want to thank
you for your letters

and telegrams offering me your best wishes

during my recent illness.

Secondly, I know I can
count on your support

as I lash out against
the enemies of America,

both in the press, as well as the Senate,

Republicans as well as Democrats,
white as well as black,

who have circulated the
vicious rumors holding members

of my administration
responsible for the recent

and tragic deaths of just a
few of my political opponents.

At night, I roam the
silent empty corridors

of this great house,
wrestling with my conscience.

And I've come to this conclusion.

If I'm to prevent our enemies
from destroying not me

but the very office of the presidency,

I must have your support.

And so...

And so...

And so...

(werewolf growling)

And so...

(werewolf growling)

(werewolf howling)