♪ One day the devil came to him ♪ ♪ For he was a minor demon ♪ Asked him to torture some humans ♪ ♪ With his two friends in tow ♪ Mittens and El Sapo ♪ The Baron Mondo Von Doren ♪ On Nightmare Theatre - No listen to me, you're not listening.

This was way before “Lost ”.

You see, they were stuck on this island, seven castaways, all of them from different walks of life.

There was the captain and his first mate, a professor, a millionaire and his wife, a movie star and a country girl and they had a radio, that was all they had of modern technology.

They really built a whole new society for themselves based mostly on coconuts.

Every week they would almost get off of this island and then something would happen to ruin it.

Like once the Harlem Globetrotters even showed up.

I mean, yeah, I know, it does sound stupid, but that's the way TV was back then.

Good and stupid.

Speaking of which, oh nevermind.

Hello and welcome back to Nightmare Theatre.

I'm the Baron Mondo Von Doren and here with me is Mittens the Werewolf and we were discussing hackneyed plot devices as we await the biggest hack of them all, El Sapo de Tempesto, to arrive with tonight's movie.

Oh look, and here he is.

- Oh, sorry I'm late.

You see I was down at the bait shop checking out the clearance on expired shellfish.

Oh, by the way guys, we're having some seafood chowder for dinner tonight.

- No, no we're not.

I don't suppose you managed to find a film while you were down there?

Maybe "Jaws" or "Piranha" or heck even at this point I'd just take "Alligator".

- Not as such, but, but I popped open a giant clam and I found this stuck inside.

As luck would have it it's another chapter of "Radar Men from the Moon".

- Oh boy.

- Do you think you could show this while I climb down into the vault and fish us out a movie?

- Sure, I guess, we're in for a penny, in for a pound.

We're already committed to this Radar Men thing.

There's probably somebody out there who wants to see how it plays out, I suppose.

Well, while our own bullethead El Sapo goes down into the vault, why don't you folks watch this?

(dramatic music) - [Cody] There's a bunch of rocks ahead that will give us some shelter.

- [Ted] It's heading for some rocks, we'll have to stop it.

(booming) That's our feed pressure line, we're stuck.

- [Ted] I'll say we are.

- [Cody] Pressure's down to nothing.

- [Ted] I can fix this if I have time.

Fly out and try to stop them with your grenades.

- [Cody] Okay.

- [Moon Man] They stopped behind a rock, but I think I can blast them.

(blasting) (booming) (rattling) - What was that?

(air hissing) We're stuck!

- So is the other car.

- [Moon Man] Let's go after him with our ray pistols.

- [Cody] Feel better?

- [Ted] Yes.

Did you stop them?

- [Cody] For a little while, but I don't know for how long.

- [Ted] You better go out and see what's happening while I try to fix that feed pressure line.

- [Cody] Okay.

(dramatic music) (booming) (booming) - [Ted] Hey!

(rumbling) Get Hank and put this aboard.

Get set for a takeoff as fast as you can.

I'll ditch this car.

- [Cody] Right.

- [Hank] Okay we're ready.

- Right.

- [Moon Man] Aren't you going to let me go before you leave?

- No we're taking you with us and you better go back to your quarters until we get started.

Get going!

(roaring) Fire main jets.

(hissing) Well, we're on our way.

- And am I glad.

I'll go get us some coffee.

(thudding) (dramatic music) (grunting) (air hissing) (clattering) (banging) - What'll they do with him Hank?

- It's just like a burial at sea, Joan.

Only his body will float around in space forever.

- Everything okay, Hank?

- She's under control now.

- Good.

Make a 180 degree turn and head for home.

- Okay!

(dramatic music) (light music) - Retik calling Krog.

Retik calling Krog.

Retik calling Krog.

- This is Krog, Your Excellency.

- [Retik] The rocket ship from Earth has been here again and has escaped with a supply of lunarium.

- That's serious, now they can build their own ray guns and prevent your invasion from the moon.

- Of course.

So their ship must not be allowed to land.

Calculate the time of their arrival and have your ray gun set up ready to blast them.

This time you must not fail.

Your own life and the future of our people are at stake.

- I understand, Your Excellency.

You heard the orders, there must be no bumbling this time.

I will draw up a detailed plan of operations.

(dramatic music) - Wait'll it turns in for a landing.

Any time now.

(booming) - That was a ray gun blast.

Take her up again, quick!

- Quite too soon, it wasn't close enough.

- Keep going up, we've got to stay out of range.

- Okay, but then what?

We're almost out of fuel.

Gotta set her down sometime.

- It's probably Graber and Daly on a truck with a ray gun.

I'll try to stop them!

- Still climbing slow, but it's way out of range.

- Well, they'll have to come down some time.

- Yeah but we're gonna have trouble first.

Here comes Cody in his flying suit.

Get him in your sights and blast him when he gets close enough.

(dramatic music) - If I wait for him to get any closer, he'll be right over us.

- Then take a shot at him!

(booming) (dramatic music) - Well this is it, folks, we've gotta turn back and land before we're clear outta fuel.

- Rocket's coming in again.

Get set for it.

This time, wait'll it gets so close you can't miss.

(rustling) (suspenseful music) (banging) Throw the ray gun at him!

(booming) Forget him, get the rocket.

It's almost down.

- Now what?

- We gotta get Cody first, give it a blast.

- I can't get at him behind that rock.

- Then hit the cliff above him and bring it down on him.

(booming) (rumbling) (dramatic music) - Hello and welcome back.

Well, that was yet another chapter of "Radar Men from the Moon".

I really can offer nothing more to ya.

At this point it is what it is.

Let's all just sit here together in silence until El Sapo arrives with tonight's movie and think about how our lives could have possibly been different than where we are right now.

- Hey boss, hey Mittens, say hey, say hey fellas.

I think I found the movie that Mittens is really gonna enjoy tonight.

- Well that doesn't sound like good news.

What's it called?

- Oh check it out, boss, check it out.

(sighs heavily) - "Werewolf in a Girls Dormitory"?

- Boss, this simply has to be the wacky adventures of a plucky young werewolf who sneaks into a girls dorm for a bit of racy fun, hey what, doesn't it?

- This is what it is.

A very bad, poorly dubbed, Italian horror film by Paulo Heusch using the stage name Richard Benson.

It was made in 1961 and finally released on an unsuspecting public in 1963.

- Ya know, if there is one thing I've learned from working here, it is never a good sign when the director changes his name and they hold the film for a few years.

- Definitely not.

This movie stars a predominately Italian cast, however astute viewers might recognize Curt Lowens.

- [El Sapo] I won't.

- I said astute viewers, not obtuse viewers.

He was in many American TV shows like "Murder She Wrote", "Night Court", "The A Team" and "MacGyver".

It also stars the great character actor Maurice Marsac who, oddly enough, was also once a guest star on one of the pinnacles of American television broadcasting, "The A Team".

He also appeared in the Steve Martin comedy, "The Jerk".

On screen Marsac generally played French waiters or snooty maitre ds.

Other than those two the film is full of people in the no one knows where they are now file.

It is notable, however, that Barbara Lass, who appears in the movie as Priscilla, was the first wife of director Roman Polansky, who in no way worked, or even saw this disaster.

- But there has to be something good you can say about this, boss.

It has to be good on at least one level, right?

- No, no, it's the very antithesis of a good movie.

But, beggars can't be choosers.

I'm sorry, Mittens, I know the title sounds like this is gonna be a deliciously ribald rant romp for those of your kind, but in fact it's more of a plotting dud of cinema.

So sit back and relax as we bring you an Italian Sausage that has definitely turned.

"Werewolf in a Girls Dormitory" here on Nightmare Theatre.

♪ There was a ghoul in school ♪ Ghoul in school ♪ There was a ghoul in school (mysterious music) (dog barking) - [Instructor] Two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two-- - Yes, who are you?

What do you want?

- I'm Julian Olcott.

The director is expecting me.

- Enter, please.

- Thank you.

- [Instructor] One, two, three, four.

One, two, three.

(dog barking) - Be gone!

Wolf doesn't bother anyone.

I'm Walter, the caretaker.

- I'm pleased to meet you.

- The studio of the director is in front of that quarter there.

- Down there in front?

- At the left.

Give me your suitcase.

I'll take it.

- Thank you very much.

- One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two.

- It's a pleasure for you too, isn't it, teacher?

(girls laughing) (Mary moaning) (girls shrieking) - Oh my goodness!

- Did she faint?

- Oh, give her some air.

- Quickly!

Please take her to the infirmary.

And make room so that she can get some air.

- Look, she can't even look at a new man without fainting dead away!

(girls laughing) - I'm sure she's pretending.

- That one?

I've known that one for a long time, way before she faked this.

- Mary has a marvelous ability for always being in trouble.

- Love has never killed anyone.

She's just found a way to make it pay plenty for her.

Beautiful, huh?

- I don't think that's the reason she did it.

- Then what do you think it is?

Only a man can make Mary pass out.

She's bound to recover in the infirmary so she can go out tonight.

(mysterious music) - You are Julian Olcott, sir?

- Yes, I am.

- I am Leonor MacDonald.

- I'm very glad to know you.

- The director is expecting you.

- Thank you.

(mysterious music) - Julian Olcott, correct?

- Yes, that's right.

- How do you do?

- Pleasure.

Dr. Benson told me to see you, and here I am.

- Dr. Benson is an old friend.

He wrote to me.

I've been expecting you.

Sit down, please.

- Thank you.

There's, there's something I should tell you.

- Please sit down, Doctor.

Yes, Dr. Olcott, I know everything.

Vincent explained it to me and he also said you were acting in good faith.

- That's very kind of you.

You know the court of law has found me to be innocent.

- I know, so here you'll just be Professor Julian Olcott, and the past shall be of no importance.

- Thank you, that's very good of you.

- You don't have to thank me.

Thank our mutual friend, Dr. Benson.

I hope you'll be comfortable here.

Our institute is not a house of punishment.

The girls are given a chance here by the generosity of our benefactors.

Without this institute, the majority of them would be in some state reformatory.

We are trying to give them work and an education and put them back on the right road.

No one is ill treated here, but your job will not be an easy one.

- Very good.

I shall do my best because it's also important to me to find myself.

- Surely, the past can become a nightmare unless we can free ourselves of it.

- Sir, while I was coming here, I saw a girl who had just fainted.

- Oh, that.

That's Mary Smith.

Don't be concerned because she's just coming of age.

- (laughs) I hope the future will be better.

- Yes.

But you must remember that here you are not a doctor anymore but just a professor of science.

- Of course, I won't forget.

- If you come along, I'll show you your quarters.

- Ah, thank you very much.

- This way please, Professor.

(birds chirping) (eerie music) (wolves howling) - Sandy.

You hear the wolves?

The other day the farmers had to kill two of them.

The people are going mad with fear.

- If I were Mary, I would be frightened.

- Look there!

(suspenseful music) Mary!

- She brings trouble, so why bother?

It's better to forget her.

Let her go if she wants to.

- Look!

(insects chirping) It's Leonor.

She sees Mary, but why doesn't she try to stop her?

- She's the one who doesn't want to be seen.

Funny if she had a lover.

- A lover?

And who could it possibly be?

Maybe it's that new professor that just arrived here today.

- If it is, I can understand it.

He's pretty good looking.

- Any man looks good to you.

(wolves howling) (Mary grunts) (Mary gasps) - Told you you should never be here at night.

- Let me go, don't touch me, pig!

You've got your money.

Let me go or tomorrow I'll spill everything about you and about him.

Let me go!

- Go easy or you'll be sorry.

I want you in one piece.

- I came here only because of the promise you made.

(eerie music) (wolves howling) (branches snapping) Leave me alone.

I came here because I want something.

- What is it you want now?

But I've given you everything.

- And so who needs it if I have to stay walled in here.

Make your promise good to get me out.

You wanted a little love on the sly, then find me a way out of this pigpen.

Tomorrow night, do you hear?

Tomorrow night.

- No, Mary.

You know very well the court has sentenced you so only the court can possibly free you, Mary.

- My body for a middle-aged oversexed phony, eh?

Now you expect to get off the hook?

No, you don't.

- Aren't you forgetting, Mary, that you have the letters?

The letters.

When you give them to me, I'll free you.

- They're burned.

Remember they are important proof, very important, so careful.

- No, wait!

Something can be done, wait!

- You won't keep me waiting, or tomorrow you're finished at this school.

- Mary, wait, wait!

I'll think of something!

Ugh!

(eerie music) (wolves howling) (Mary gasps) (leaves rustling) (werewolf growling) (werewolf growling) (Mary screaming) (ominous music) (werewolf panting) (Mary screaming) (werewolf growling) (Mary whimpering) (water splashing) (clock chiming) Sheena?

Sheena!

Sheena.

(Alfred gasps) - You really are corrupt, Alfred.

- No, it's not about her again, not this time.

It's now something horrible, Sheena.

- I saw.

You're a beast, not a man, my dear, so go to the devil.

- I haven't done anything.

I haven't done anything!

I'm not with that girl anymore, it's true.

She's blackmailing me.

The letters.

The letters!

Yesterday I wrote a letter to her that can be a disgrace to me.

- You're not only thoroughly miserable, Alfred, you're without a doubt a pitiful imbecile.

- But I didn't sign them, never.

They can't possibly suspect they're mine.

- You fool!

How far do you think you would go if everyone knew what you really are, Sir Alfred Whiteman?

- I know it, Sheena.

You're right.

(somber music) - Ms. Schultz, is it all right, please, to go in there?

I want to see her.

- No, no it's not possible.

Take this.

(mysterious music) - In my report from the coroner, he said the girl was assaulted by wolves and she died as a result of the injuries inflicted.

- But she could have had a meeting with a man a little before her death.

I don't believe it could have been the wolves.

- Hm, a girl who wanders out at night into the forest, and Professor, she was alone, mind you.

Not to mention the probable rendezvous with someone could very easily have been attacked by wolves.

- Poor girl.

It's a terrible disgrace to be destroyed after years of work.

I fear that the good name of our institute will be compromised.

- We can't be concerned about the institute's good name in a case like this, sir.

- Here's Sir Alfred Whiteman.

- Sir Alfred, something horrible has happened.

- Sir Alfred, I believe you know this girl.

- Yes, yes, I believe I have seen her, of course, at some time.

May I leave now, please?

What has occurred has upset me very much.

Excuse me.

- Sir Alfred, will you join us sir for a minute or so?

For I have to complete my report.

Purely a formality, of course.

(mysterious music) Sir Alfred.

Sir Alfred!

- Hm?

- Sir Alfred, if you wanna go soon, we can finish in a few minutes.

I can sympathize with you, but I can't avoid the formalities.

- [Alfred] Of course.

(gentle instrumental music) (Priscilla gasps) - Priscilla, what are you doing here?

You'll be late to your next study hall.

You must go quickly.

Why are you waiting?

- I thought I'd forgotten my notebook, Professor.

Walter, is the director in his office?

I have to see him immediately.

- Why do you have to see him?

- It's personal.

It's none of your business.

- It would be profitable to get together with me just a little.

Give me a chance.

- I don't bargain with your kind.

- Well, now I'm finished.

We'll soften the news in all of the papers as you asked, sir.

- You're very generous, Inspector, and I should like to thank you in the name of the counselor of the institute.

- It's my pleasure, Sir Alfred.

- Mr.

Swift, excuse me.

- Yes?

- One of the girls would like to speak to you.

- Make her wait for me.

You shall have no reason to worry.

I'll increase the supervision over the girls.

- There's no need to change this institute into a prison or we might as well leave the girls in a state reformatory.

- Please don't worry, Sir Alfred.

I know well how far I can go.

(machine beeping) Yes?

What can I do for you?

- Mr.

Swift, I found something of Mary's.

- What's that?

Sit down.

Tell me everything.

- This morning by post, there arrived a letter for Mary.

- Yes?

- I opened it.

There were only a few words.

Mary is blackmailing someone and in this letter they're threatening her.

- From whom is this letter?

- There isn't any name.

- Mary and blackmail.

May I see the letter?

- No, I left it in the dresser in the dormitory.

- We shall have to call back the inspector.

(suspenseful music) Tommy, call the inspector and ask him to come over as soon as possible.

Perhaps the letter has no connection with the death of Mary.

However, we cannot ignore it.

- No, no, a blackmailer is not an assassin.

They tell me they've legally established that she was torn up by an animal, but we're not very certain you have told us the truth.

- The letters are here.

I only said that someone was blackmailing Mary.

- Let's see them.

Well, have they just vanished?

- But they were here.

I put them here a few minutes ago.

- What do you hope to gain with this bad hoax, girl?

Let's not waste energy by telling lies.

And by alarming us, I have fair grounds to arrest you.

Excuse me, Director.

- You must believe me, Mr.

Swift.

It was here.

Who could have taken it?

Whoever did must have known that I left the letters.

- Don't be malicious and accuse your companions just because you can't deliver this letter.

You are the only one who has seen this letter and we have to believe your word.

- And my report doesn't count at all for you?

- It's not for me.

It's the police who need the facts.

You better return now.

I understand that you're upset about the death of your friend, however I cannot excuse your conduct.

- Mary was just assassinated.

No one will convince me she was torn up by wolves.

- Welcome back, I'm pleased that some of you are sticking it out with us as this disaster piece continues to devolve into something less than watchable.

- You know what, boss?

I'm holding out hope, though.

It's getting better and it's gotta get even better.

This might turn out to be the single best film we have ever seen!

- Now don't get your hopes up because they're gonna be dashed upon the rocks like the Exxon Valdez, and no amount of dish soap is gonna clean this mess up.

- What's got into him?

What is it boy?

- What are you doing, Mittens?

- There's something about the title of this film.

He wants to know, wait yes, he wants to know if they really let werewolves into girls dormitories on college campuses.

- Willingly, I doubt it.

But stranger things have happened.

- He wants to know if he can go to college.

Oddly enough, in today's mail, there was an ad for the college right across town.

Well hold on, I guess you can go to college.

I'm not sure what you would study, though.

- You can't send Mittens to college!

- Sure I can, look, he's already been pre-approved for $100,000 for a student loan, according to this other letter.

Now he'll certainly be able to pay that off with his first paycheck, right?

At least, that's what the loan letter says.

- Really?

And what bank is offering the loan?

- Hold on, hold on, hold on.

It says the Bank of Von Doren.

- Well, that certainly seems legitimate.

Off to college with him!

- Good news, Mittens.

You can go as soon as we're done here.

Wait, you mean you want to go right now?

I guess that will be all right.

Boss, do you think we can get by without Mittens for a little bit?

- Somehow, we will survive.

- All right, you can go.

- There he goes, off to conquer the hallowed halls of higher learning.

- Mittens is gonna be a college man!

Man, boss, I wish I could have gone to college.

- Well you know, Sapo, it's never too late.

The Bank of Von Doren is offering student loans, however much you need, and those interest rates-- - Woo hoo hoo.

- While El Sapo fills out his paperwork, why don't you folks get back to "Werewolf in a Girls Dormitory" here on Nightmare Theatre.

Remember Sapo, the more you borrow the better job you'll get upon graduation.

- These globules, which are red, presented in the form of minuscule discs that are biconcave, and there are many of them.

There are around five million in each millimeter of blood.

They are very elastic, possessing the ability of varying their form.

Besides elongation, which we discussed earlier-- - You can't be certain about that.

What connection could he possibly have with the letter?

- He arrived only a few days ago.

Possibly he's been living at Brunsville for many months.

- Here's the chart representing the body and blood.

(bell ringing) Good.

We'll leave this lesson as it is for the day and pick it up on Tuesday.

Please go now.

- You are coming?

- No, I want to speak to the professor.

- Okay.

- Professor, excuse me.

- What do you want, Priscilla?

- I want to speak to you a moment.

- But of course.

Something you need to know?

- Have you seen Mary's body?

- Yes.

- Why didn't I and the other girls get a chance to see it before the burial?

- Maybe it's better that you remember her the way you last saw her.

- You know the story of the wolves?

- What do you mean?

- About those scratches, those wounds.

Were they made by a wolf?

- To my knowledge, this has not yet been confirmed and I don't have any actual reason to doubt it.

- Why did you come to instruct here?

You're not from Brunsville.

- No, from another town.

And I didn't choose it, this place.

It was my destiny, not my ambition to accept.

Wish something else right now?

- No, I felt you might know something about the death of Mary, but I see you won't tell me anything.

(suspenseful music) (Priscilla gasps) - Priscilla, what are you doing here?

- Shh, Sandy, help me!

I must open this dresser of Mary's.

- But why?

- Get a move on!

See if you can try to open it.

- One key's the same as another.

This one can make it.

- There, force it.

There they are.

Take it.

Mary, I need you and you can have anything you want, but I must see you.

And please reply very quickly in person.

I embrace you, my love.

Not even signed.

And also this one.

- Read it, read it.

- No, no, not yet.

No one must ever see this because I know which one murdered Mary.

I know the man.

- Yes.

(laughs) - It's very difficult to understand, but now that you've been with us here for a week, what's your impression?

- Well, I don't think these girls are any more difficult than others of their age.

- Perhaps you're right.

But these have found the bitterness of life much too early.

- Yes, I must agree with you, even without knowing them as well as you do.

Tell me, that one, for instance.

What's she done, why is she here?

- She was convicted of attempted homicide.

She was living with that poor Mary in town.

One night a sailor was trying to beat Mary, almost strangled her.

Then Priscilla, defending her friend, almost killed the sailor.

- Now I understand.

That's why the news of Mary's sudden death touched her so deeply.

- Yes, as the girls are alone here a friendship like this can sometimes be their only consolation.

- And where's the hard cash?

- He pay you after.

Maybe he give you more because he likes you.

- I?

- Yes, you.

I do believe that money makes a person do anything, don't you?

It's tough for a girl to resist the fancy notion of cash when she needs it, hm?

(wolves howling) (eerie music) (dog yelps) Good dog.

(knocking) (dog barking) Stop it!

Just a friend.

I was expecting you.

- Where do we have to go?

- You'll see.

Are you afraid of the wolves?

- No.

- Come on, let's go.

Watch the house well, Wolf.

(mysterious music) Quickly!

We can't afford to be seen by anybody.

Come on, we haven't far to go.

(insects chirping) (wolves howling) - The wolves!

- It's only the beasts fighting among themselves, Priscilla.

Come on.

(bird cawing) (leaves rustling) (Priscilla gasps) - Come on.

Is this where it was, Walter?

- What do you mean?

- [Priscilla] Is this where they found Mary?

- How would I know?

Come on!

He's expecting you.

Go.

Go on, girl, go on.

He's waiting for you.

(wolf howling) (Priscilla gasps) (dog barking) - Don't be afraid.

- You're Sheena Whiteman.

- You expected to find my husband, am I right?

(dog barking) Stop it!

Take this.

This is so you have a worthwhile reason for coming here.

To me, you're another common slut, just like all the others.

And as of now, it's finished between you and my husband.

- Whiteman.

It was your husband.

Now it's clear to me.

- What's clear to you, you little tart?

You're all alike.

You're all ready to sell yourselves.

- Yes, but, not to be killed.

Your husband has killed Mary Smith because she received this.

- No, my husband is perhaps a philanderer, but he is not an assassin.

- Then I'll explain all this to the police.

- I warn you, girl, you better not be foolish or I'll be forced to appeal to the dogs.

- That wouldn't help you at all.

All the other letters are securely hidden in case they find me like my friend, attacked by the wolves.

- Where are the other letters?

Do you have them?

- [Priscilla] Those letters will be delivered to the police.

I only want to know who's written them.

- [Sheena] So that's the reason you came here.

- [Priscilla] Yes, that's the reason, even if you don't believe me.

- Sit down.

I believe you, but also you must listen to me.

For a long time I've been watching my husband.

He's a strange man.

He's a sadist.

Everyone else believes he's a respectable person, but he's not even faithful.

It's true, it's true the other night he had an appointment with that Mary.

I followed him, intending to interrupt them and put an end to it once and for all.

They met each other and when Alfred left her, I know that girl was alive, still living.

But suddenly there occurred something horrible.

It wasn't my husband who killed your friend, and it was not the wolves.

There was a moon.

I saw that the assassin didn't run away immediately.

He remained in almost a contortion for some moments on the bridge before going, and it was then that I was able to recognize him.

(Priscilla gasps) - Who's there?

- Where?

- Over there.

There was someone at the window.

- Oh, it was that caretaker who brought you here.

- Who do you say is the murderer?

- I don't want to tell you.

Not now, anyway.

It's better that you keep your nose out of this filthy mess, the letters and all the rest.

Also that poor girl.

Her name would be covered with mud.

Let her rest in peace.

- But she was assassinated.

- Another dirty scandal would be the final ruin of us all, and certainly wouldn't bring back to life your Mary.

- Do you still love your husband?

- Yes.

- To the point of killing one of his lovers?

- (gasps) I?

Why, what sort of a person do you think I am?

(dogs panting) - The dogs, you didn't say anything to them.

If they find me killed by them, they'd believe it was the wolves.

- You are really stupid.

I've been foolish to confide in you.

(wolves howling) (gripping music) (Priscilla gasps) - Priscilla!

Come on, calm down.

What are you doing here at this hour?

- Maybe I should ask you the same thing.

- But I, I can respond to that.

I'm fixing traps to free the forest from the wolves.

- In a certain sense, we were doing the same thing.

- What do you have to tell?

- Oh, nothing.

Were you the one that was following me, Professor?

- No, absolutely.

Why?

- I don't know.

It seemed like someone was following me.

- Come on, I think I better go back with you to the institute.

- I'm certainly safer going with you than going alone.

- Priscilla, I'm sorry, but I have to make a report.

You were told not to come here.

- Make it.

You don't have to worry about me.

- You're a strange girl.

- Is that a compliment?

- Oh, perhaps.

(eerie music) (suspenseful music) (Sheena shrieking) (Sheena gasps) You're too pessimistic.

Even if life is hard, it's worthwhile living it.

You must believe in something.

(wolf yelping) Don't be afraid.

It's only a wolf.

It must have just fallen into one of my traps.

- You have to go?

- Yes.

Excuse me, it's really necessary.

You know, the wolves know how to free themselves and escape with a broken foot.

- Oh.

Don't be worried, I'm almost there already.

Professor?

- Yes?

- The report?

- Don't worry about it.

I won't say anything to anybody about it this time.

I won't even ask you what you were doing out at this hour.

You see?

I have faith in you.

- Thank you.

- Priscilla.

(gripping music) (creature howling) - Professor?

Is it you?

(werewolf growling) (Priscilla screaming) (dog barking) - Hello, and welcome back.

We hope that you're enjoying "Werewolf in a Girls Dormitory" we understand that there's very little to enjoy, but this is a judgment-free zone.

Whatever gets you through the night.

Now Mittens has gone off to college and El Sapo here is busy filling out his own application.

Don't forget that loan application, El Sapo!

If I recall correctly, section 12B has to be signed in blood.

- I'm on it boss, say boss?

Right here, where it says high school, I can leave that blank, right?

- Why would you leave it blank?

- Because I didn't go.

- You didn't graduate from high school?

- No, I didn't even go.

I didn't think I needed to because there ain't nothing in school they don't teach you on the street!

- Well just how far did you get in school?

- As far as I needed to to work here.

- Listen, between you and me, it seems unlikely that you're gonna get into college.

But I'd still fill out that loan application if I were you.

Bank of Von Doren's student loans can be used at trade schools, barber schools, clown colleges, bartending schools, swimming lessons, whatever you like.

Even if life is your college, we can provide the right loan for your needs.

- So college isn't for me?

- No, it's not.

Colleges are institutes of higher learning.

You'd better set your sights a little lower, like maybe you should focus on getting into a nice trade program like TV repairman or alligator wrestling.

Not that you would know, but there is honor and dignity in work.

- I don't know, but hey, check this out.

I got a letter from Mittens, he's in college.

Let me read this to you, let me read this to you, boss.

Guys, loving college so far, haven't made it to class yet or into a girls dorm, but I made the pep squad and I am vice-president of the Speech Club!

- The Speech Club?

That's weird, I didn't even think he could talk.

- Maybe the vice-president doesn't talk.

- Hmm, does he say anything else about college?

Has he picked a major, he didn't join the foreign film club, did he?

- I don't think so, but boss, what is a major?

- Well a major is what you plan to study in college.

Ideally the skills you learn in your degree program will help you get a good job.

- Ah ha, so if I had majored in philosophy I could most likely get me a job in philosophy.

What did you major in, boss?

- Evil studies.

I wrote my thesis on customer service call centers.

Some of my ideas were adopted by major companies.

See, before me, companies hired 10 workers for every five customers, that way customers never had to wait.

Preposterous!

Under my plan there is one worker for every 1,000 customers.

It saves both time and money and irritates the callers.

People hate it, it was a great success!

- I still wish I could have gone to college.

I mean, who knows where I would have ended up if I had gotten my degree in philosophy.

Just imagine the doors that degree would have opened.

- That degree certainly would have opened many doors.

The door to the supply cabinet, the door to the mop closet, the doors to the shed where your boss keeps all the lawn mowers and shovels, many, many doors, Sapo.

- Well, college is yet another in a long line of unfulfilled dreams, I guess, but I hope Mittens gets something out of it.

- I suppose that's a good way to look at it.

Why don't we get back to the movie, and while we're at it, why don't you finish that loan application?

Our income contingent repayment plans are irrational and unreasonable.

- Wait, wait, don't you mean rational and reasonable?

- Well, look at you, Mr. Funk & Wagnalls!

Just sign the form in triplicate and blood and we'll talk, Captain Sensible.

(bell tolling) (crowd murmuring) - Sheena was all to me.

A companion both good and kind, and devoted.

(mysterious music) - It seems she was attacked by a monster, one of the girls from the institute, and she was saved by a dog.

- One of the girls saw this.

She said his right arm was torn open by the dog.

- The police have to inspect each and every man.

- Absolutely.

(gentle instrumental music) (patrons murmuring) - The police are asleep here.

We'll have to try and find it ourselves.

Certainly, Brunsville will not lay down.

- We'll find him.

- Yes.

We'd better act before he strikes again.

We don't want him to get hold of one of our children.

- A sherry.

(glass clinking) Okay, talk.

- She's still in the infirmary.

The dresser, we didn't find anything.

- You must, you have to find them.

If I don't recover those letters, I cannot rest.

- Look at that man!

His right arm isn't functioning.

- He's the caretaker of the institute!

- Sir Alfred, the girl was attacked right in the vicinity of the guardhouse.

- Certainly it's him!

- Come on.

What are we waiting for?

- Careful, don't move!

(suspenseful music) - He mustn't get out of here.

He must account for what he has done.

(Walter groans) - Stop this!

You're all going mad!

Let go of that knife.

Walter, nobody's going to do you any harm.

Now let him pass through.

- The man's hand!

Look, men, look at his hand.

- This man has no scar on his hand.

His hand has been like this since he was born.

Now we're leaving, step aside.

Come on.

- Come on, go on and sit down.

Nothing is happening, get going, boys.

- What were you doing with Sir Alfred?

- Nothing, Director Swift.

Why?

- Return to the institute.

These people could do you great harm.

- Yes, sir.

(soft instrumental music) (Priscilla gasps) - Hello, Professor.

- But why are you crying, hm?

(chuckles) It's all in the past now.

Calm yourself.

Here you are protected.

- Yes, yes, but it isn't that.

- Then what is all this?

- Sheena Whiteman.

- Sheena?

Is this what's troubling you?

Tell me, why?

You must have faith in me, Priscilla.

- Mm-hm.

- Mm-hm.

You know that you can trust me.

- Finally, they wouldn't even let me in here.

They told me I mustn't stay long.

Oh, excuse me, I'm not disturbing you.

- No, I was just telling the professor how very pleased I am to see him.

- Priscilla.

- But at this point, it's better to say it all.

(laughs) Right, Professor?

- Ow!

(suspenseful music) - Sir Alfred, we've been risking our reputation for him.

Just what am I to do?

This whole story repulses me.

- In saving him, you saved the reputation of the institute.

- Ah!

(knocking) Come in.

Sandy, what is it?

- I must speak to you, it's something terrible.

- Well, what is it?

So speak!

- I know who the monster is.

- What's that?

- Julian Olcott, the professor of science.

He's a badly damaged arm.

- This is not enough proof to even mention.

- Mary was murdered the night of his arrival.

It's him, and he's in the infirmary with Priscilla talking to her-- - Go and call Professor Olcott now, and don't tell anyone what you've just said to me.

- But I-- - Listen.

If your suspicions are correct, I shall call the police.

Now go ahead.

Tommy, call Professor Olcott immediately.

- I cannot tell you too often, but I must have those letters.

- With pleasure, Sir Alfred.

If the letters are still here in the institute, I'll find them.

- Good.

- You wanted to see me, sir?

- Yes.

What, in your opinion, happened in the woods?

- Well, I believe it has to do with a lycanthropus.

- In other words, a sort of werewolf.

- Exactly.

- Please explain this to me further.

- What is this, an interrogation?

- Better to tell me than the police, don't you think?

- Yes, of course.

Well, you know of my career as a doctor was terminated by a tragic incident.

I was working for Dr. Benson at the mental hospital for the criminally insane.

There was a girl.

She was accused of homicide, but the poor girl could not absolutely recall killing anyone.

She seemed perfectly normal.

I must add, I was in love with her.

- Continue, please.

- In a full moon, she would behave in a very strange way.

She would lose complete control of herself and transform absolutely, and her face was like a beast's.

Professionally I wanted to try to help her, and after a certain time, I discovered a temporary antidote.

It's so difficult, actually, without my using the medical terms to explain this to you.

- I've always been interested in medicine and I think I could follow you.

- The pituitary gland controls the function of the hormones, influencing the sexual organs and the thyroid, and there's a direct reaction that can cause a psycho-physical transformation.

My colleagues refuted this theory of mine and I had proven it unequivocally.

For example, at every lunar cycle the pituitary gland acts strangely and becomes enlarged at the start of the transformation.

Our psycho controls upset the balance of the neuroglandular system causing incredible distortions in the skin, hair, and teeth.

In this state, the patient cannot be saved.

I was successful with the extract of the brain of a wolf while I was experimenting on her.

One night, she gave herself an overdose.

Perhaps I made it too strong.

And the police then accused me of killing her.

Do you want to know more?

- In observing the body of Mary, did you feel a crime was committed by a lycanthropus?

- Yes.

I'm almost sure about it.

I continued my studies in this matter.

- And this led you to other discoveries?

Is it possible to rid yourself completely?

- I don't know.

But that's not of importance anymore.

Since I've been here, I've been trying to capture a wolf to extract his glands.

- They're not rare in our forests.

But tell me, Professor, have you ever experimented on yourself?

- Once.

I had to find out what it would be like for a normal human being.

It was impossible to observe myself.

- Would you mind showing me your right arm?

- No, of course not.

Yes, it's hurt, but I did not attack Priscilla.

- A strange coincidence, don't you think?

Before you arrived, there never was any talk about monsters in this town.

- Then you think that I'm-- - Professor, you said yourself that a person can be completely out of control during a crisis.

How much does he remember afterwards?

- Nothing, absolutely nothing.

Not even one sign remains of it.

I assure you that this is what happens.

Anyway, I must assure you of one thing.

I hurt myself accidentally.

- Professor, I want to believe every word of it, though it may not appear that way.

But I advise you, however, to take great care.

Perhaps you had better discontinue your experiment.

- Absolutely not.

I can't.

The life of a human being may depend on it.

- And who might this be?

- I don't know.

You asked me to tell you about a lycanthropus.

His sickness must have satisfaction.

In the next transformation, he'll try again.

- And you believe that if you manage to find a definite antidote, you'll probably save the life of that person.

And you know who the attacker is?

- Well, if I should discover an antidote, I'm sure that this person would certainly want to be helped.

- Sick or not, Professor, he'll be obliged to give himself up.

- I'm a doctor.

It's not fair to treat a lycanthropus like a murderer.

If ever I'm successful in finding a cure, these poor victims could possibly begin to lead a normal life, like others.

- Perhaps you're right.

If you think murder won't bother his conscience.

- If you should ever find out that I am the monster, I should like to be treated the same as you would like to be.

- I understand you perfectly.

(dramatic music) - So see the force was this thing that ran through everything and then there were these guys, the Jedi Knights, and they worship the Force and then they went and ruined it with-- Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Oh my goodness gracious.

- It looks like El Sapo's prom date, maybe.

- It is!!

Welcome back to Nightmare Theatre, that was disturbing.

We're here once again in the sub, sub, sub sub basement of the television studio and once again the mysterious Curator is here with another piece from the Merrill Movie Museum.

- And her name is Dolores.

- I think El Sapo recognizes her.

So, Curator, where is this from?

- So this is from a movie called "Late Phases".

This was a werewolf movie that was done by the special effects artist Robert Kurtzman, he actually directed the film.

This is the female werewolf from that.

So she probably did date El Sapo.

- It's a good thing Mittens isn't here.

- That's right, exactly.

- Oh my.

- So this was done as a puppet, as you can see I'm kinda wearing it on my arm there and I'm able to do a little bit of, just a little bit of puppetry.

Her eyes do move a little bit.

And you can kinda move the head around a little bit, but the mouth does not move.

So this was not made to be seen for a long time on screen, but it was made to be seen close up on screen and kinda give you a good look at the werewolf.

And you can do a good little, a good little jump-- (shouts) - It's like in 3D.

So what kind of hair is this, do you suppose?

- Well, it really depends on the project.

I have seen things like yak hair used.

Sometimes it's synthetic fibers, it really just does depend on the project.

But you can see a lot of detail work would have gone into this and this is not something that would have just meant to be seen in the background, even if it wasn't seen for a long time it was meant to be seen up close.

- You mentioned Robert Kurtzman, Kurtzman's one of those guys who is very important in Hollywood special effects.

The K and B Effects was the company that he helped found-- - Right, he was the K in K & B.

- Yeah, with Greg Nicotero and Bergen and they formed that company.

What did that mean at that time?

Do you think that that changed the way effects were being done?

'Cause effects really started after... You know Rick Baker won the Oscar for "American Werewolf in London", speaking of werewolves, and that sort of changed the perception of special effects artists.

They kind of became, they started getting their own notoriety just for doing their effects, for doing this amazing part of the movie.

So do you think that allowed people like Kurtzman to go on and do their own thing?

- Yeah, it absolutely did.

They started out kind of teaming up together.

First they started out working with people like Rick Baker, then they would eventually go to form their own studios and groups and then sometimes the studios would break up and each form individual studios, which is what happened with K and B.

They were together as a group and then Robert broke off and did his own studio and this is something from later after he'd broken off with K and B.

Several of them, you've seen a lot of people like that that went on to be heads of studios.

Stan Winston is of course one of the big names that's known very well too.

But people like Greg Nicotero, people like-- - Rob Botine.

- Yeah.

- A lot of folks.

- Yeah, so they all kind of started out working together, a lot of them started off working, believe it or not, with Jim Henson too.

- And it's interesting because when we think about special effects and especially this kind of fabrication and prosthetics and puppets and things like that, we mostly think about horror movies, but it pops up in a lot of other stuff as well.

"Star Wars", for example, the original "Star Wars" trilogy had a lot of puppets in it, a lot of the effects were done that way.

Or Rick Baker also went on to do things like "Norbet" and "The Nutty Professor" and those kind of movies where all those heavy prosthetics and stuff.

So it's not just a horror movie thing, although I think a lot of people sort of think of it that way.

- Yeah, prosthetics are very common.

They're common in superhero movies, they're common in, even still today, they're used a lot, even in an age where we have a lot of computer art backs and things like motion capture and things like that.

Prosthetics are still very common.

Also in television, even in things like the series "Luke Cage" when Misty Knight loses her arm and gets a bionic arm, that's a prostetic piece that she's wearing.

- Wasn't a real bionic arm?

- In some of them, in some places she's wearing a green sleeve and they've motion captured an arm there but in some places they use a real prosthetic piece.

- So it's kind of a marriage between the two which is what's really come to be.

Years ago it seemed like CGI was gonna push everybody out of the business, but then I think a lot of people noticed on screen it didn't look nearly as good as a practical effect, often times.

So this has become sort of a... And look at this thing.

- It's just like 1986 all over again.

We were right there, "Enchantment Under the Sea" it was me and you, what happened to us?

- Oh my goodness, that's not even a story I want to go back to.

So let's just put this ugliness behind us of El Sapo and, what did you say her name was, Dolores?

- Dolores.

- Let's put that behind us and get back to the movie, "Werewolf in a Girls Dormitory" here on Nightmare Theatre.

- I rented a tuxedo for that.

(sighs) (wolves howling) (mysterious music) (Sandy gasps) (girls screaming) - Silence, girls!

(gripping music) - What was all the screaming about?

- I heard the screams, too.

- Frightened all of the girls and he sped up the tower stairs.

- What?

That's impossible!

(girls murmuring) Look there!

- Where?

- At the top of the stairs.

- Walter, stop or I'll shoot!

- [Leonor] Girls, go back in the dormitory.

This is nothing for you to see.

- I said stop, or I'll shoot!

(suspenseful music) - [Girl] What do you think he's doing?

- Watch out!

(Walter screaming) (Walter thudding) - [Girl] His neck!

(girls gasping) (somber music) - Well?

- There's nothing more to do.

- He was the monster.

He tried to kill Sandy!

- Enough of that.

Ms. Leonor, get them all inside.

- Go on, girls, enough now.

Go on inside.

- Was he the monster?

- Perhaps the monster never existed.

Walter smothered the girl.

Now please, go on, Tommy.

- I'm going to call the police.

- All right.

- Professor?

- Priscilla.

- What's happened?

- Priscilla, it's terrible.

Walter killed himself.

- No!

- It's true.

We caught him by surprise fleeing from the dormitory after he tried to kill one of the girls, Sandy.

- Sandy?

- Yes.

- So Walter was the monster.

- No.

He couldn't be the monster.

- But why not?

- Because Walter had a dog.

And dogs can't stand the odor of wolves.

- This is appalling, Sir Alfred.

- Yes.

It's like a compulsion I have here inside of me.

And why am I like this?

I don't know why, but I've never killed anybody.

I've always paid, I've always paid for everything.

- Those that seem the best sometimes commit the worst.

You know you've killed Walter.

- No, I only asked him to find the letters.

I didn't know he'd be foolish enough to risk his life.

You must help me.

- By helping you, Ms. Leonor and I were almost involved in this dirty scandal.

If Ms. Leonor and I had not discovered the letters, you would be in jail.

- I'm innocent!

If only Sheena were still alive.

- But why?

- Because Sheena, that night, when Mary was killed, she followed me.

She saw who it was.

- Don't invent these absurd stories.

There's no need for it.

I have no intention of denouncing you.

- I haven't had a moment of peace since Sheena died.

It's as if I had killed her with my own hands.

If only I had the courage to kill myself.

But Sheena knew, she knew.

- If she knew, why didn't she speak up?

- I don't know.

Maybe she kept silent to blackmail me.

She said that with one word she could send me to the gallows.

- Even the death of your own wife looks strange in the light of this story.

- Strange?

You think that I... - I'm not thinking anything.

What are you going to do?

- What will you do?

If you destroy me, you destroy yourself as well.

- Go, Sir Alfred.

- Eh... (mysterious music) (wolves howling) (insects chirping) - Why didn't you tell me about Sir Alfred?

- Because I was afraid.

I don't know much about you, Julian.

You continue to have secrets.

Julian, I know you're a medical doctor.

- Ah.

Well then, you must also know that I'm a failure.

- Julian, is one mistake really so bad?

- Oh no.

But it's a battle, Priscilla.

One cannot forget the past when it keeps following you.

All right, let's go.

There are more important things to be done now.

(doorbell buzzing) Excuse us, Sir Alfred, but it's very important that we see you.

- I'm sorry, but I don't have a lot of time to give you.

Please.

- Sir Alfred, I have a very delicate question to ask you.

Let me assure you, I will tell no one of this visit.

- But I don't understand, Professor Olcott.

I have nothing to hide.

- You're in bad trouble because of your relations with Mary Smith.

- How dare you, sir!

- The letters.

Sir Alfred, that is not the point.

I want to know exactly what happened that night you met with Mary in the woods.

- Professor, are you accusing me?

Do you have any proof?

- I didn't say that.

But I wondered if you'd come with me to the police.

- The police?

- Yes.

I don't doubt your innocence, but there are some facts that have to be cleared up.

- I don't have to defend myself.

You're crazy if you think that I-- - Please believe me, don't worry.

We don't want a scandal.

I know.

The facts are all against you right now.

But if you have nothing to hide, why are you afraid?

- All right.

Perhaps I was wrong.

So we had a relationship, but that's all there was to it.

There's no reason to believe that I would murder her.

Excuse me, will you, a moment please.

I'll go get the letters and you can see for yourself.

- Well, what about him?

- It's a possibility.

(gunshot firing) (somber music) - Welcome back, I hope you're enjoying this hunk of stinky Italian cheese they call a movie tonight.

El Sapo has filled out and submitted his loan application and it has been approved!

- Whoo hoo hoo, when do I get the money?

- Well, about that, there are a few small matters to attend to first.

There's the origination and destination fee, the processing fee, the nuisance fee, the collating fee and the insanity insurance.

Once those are paid, the money is yours.

- Jackpot.

Hey, wait wait wait, what about the repayment terms?

Ya know, I probably should have asked about that before taking out the loan-- - No, no, no don't you worry about that.

You have your whole life to worry about that.

And thanks to provision 48C a good portion of the afterlife.

You'll pay me, I mean the bank, gradually over the years and decades and centuries.

- That doesn't seem fair or right.

- No, no, trust me, that's the way it works.

This bank works directly with federal student loan experts so they know how to make borrowers suffer.

Anyway, I wonder how Mittens is doing in college.

- Well you don't have to wonder anymore because I got a letter, and this one has a bunch of pictures in it!

It says: Dear guys, having a great time, still haven't made it to class, see enclosed pics.

PS: please send me some money for books.

How much can books cost?

And test tubes and things.

- Books and test tubes?

- Well that's what he says, but hey hey hey, let's take a look at these pics.

He looks like he's having the time of his life right there, doesn't he?

- A little folk music going on.

- Yeah, he looks like he's having a great time.

Oh look a dorm.

- A dorm life, oh yeah.

- Look at the picture there.

Wow, he sure is, oh he made team.

- Sports.

- Sports, wow.

- That's kind of sportsball I think.

I'm not sure what that is.

- Looky there, looky there.

Our boy's all grown up, and I think there's one more.

- Wow.

- Wow.

He must be quite the little runner.

- He's probably gonna get a jacket or something.

- He does.

- Well, I mean I guess at least it looks like he's having a good time.

Those pics do strike me as odd though, it kind of looks like Mittens went to college in the early '50s.

- Maybe it's one of those fancy east coast colleges.

You know, old school, full of tradition maybe.

- I don't know, El Sapo, I'm starting to smell a rat here.

- That's me, I ran out of soap.

- El Sapo, I think you should call that school.

I'm starting to think Mittens is off goldbricking somewhere.

- Well, if he is I'll snatch him right out of that school and he can start paying back that loan pronto.

Not my fault if he doesn't have a job, he can still pay it back.

- Now you do realize you cosigned on that loan, right?

- Ooh, what does that mean?

- Well it means if he doesn't pay me, I mean the bank back, you're on the hook for it.

- Uh-oh.

- Uh-oh, indeed.

- I'm gonna call that school and I'm gonna call Mittens and I'm gonna tell him to come home right now.

Hey wait, do you think the school will refund his money if he didn't learn anything?

(laughs) - You didn't go to college, did ya?

Why don't you folks get back to the exciting conclusion of "Werewolf in a Girls Dormitory" here on Nightmare Theatre.

(wolves howling) (eerie music) (wolf growling) (werewolf growling) (Leonor grunts) (werewolf shrieking) - (whimpering) No, no!

(frightening music) (somber music) - Leonor!

Leonor, Leonor!

Leonor!

- [Leonor] Swift!

- My pretty Leonor.

- It's necessary to have a second injection.

- I know.

- Oh darling, please, let us finish the cure now.

- No.

Better that you leave me like this.

I wish that you hadn't been late that night.

- I arrived too late.

Probably at that moment, Mary was escaping in the woods and might well have seen me come here.

- Don't have remorse now.

- You don't know, what I've done-- - Leonor, you're thinking about Sheena Whiteman.

- How did you know that?

- Sir Alfred told me that Sheena knew who Mary's murderer was.

- I was so frightened.

Sheena and Priscilla saw each other in the forest.

I saw through the window.

Sheena must have seen you kill Mary that night.

You must know I was forced to do it.

- Then she recognized me.

- Yes.

- Oh, all the bad I've done.

- But we must fight back to save you, because without you, I don't exist.

- Leonor, the second injection.

You know I'm not a murderer.

(wolf growling) Watch out!

(Leonor screaming) Leonor!

Get away from her!

Get away from her!

(wolf growling) Leonor!

I can't help you, Leonor!

Get away from her you filthy beast!

Get away, get away from her!

Leonor, I can't help you!

Get away!

Leonor.

(somber music) Leonor!

My darling.

The key, Leonor.

(eerie music) (wolf growling) You, I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

Get away from me.

You've killed me before.

I'm going to beat your brains out.

I'll kill you, I'll kill you!

- You must have known it was Walter.

You were with him that night in the guardhouse.

- So what?

And now?

- Listen to that story.

Tell us, Pris, is it because you're making time with the Professor that you're being so very uppity about it?

(girls laughing) - Don't listen to her, please.

- Ms. Leonor will not be with you this morning.

She had to leave for reasons of her own.

You may stay in the park this morning, and tomorrow you'll attend the funeral of Walter.

(girls murmuring) Silence!

You have no right to judge others, much less when they are dead.

Judgment is for God alone.

(somber music) - [Inspector] Be calm.

After all, he got what he deserved.

- No.

(dog barking) - Wolf!

- Get him away.

Get away from here!

- Get back here!

Wolf!

- The death of his master might have affected him.

A beast sometimes is especially sensitive.

- It's true.

Perhaps he feels guilty of Walter's death.

I'm going now.

(mysterious music) (dog barking) - Wolf.

Wolf!

What are you doing?

Leave me alone.

Wolf, where are you taking me?

(dog barking) Wolf!

Wolf, what are you looking for?

(Priscilla gasps) (Priscilla screaming) (frightening music) - What are you doing here?

- There, over in the woods.

It's terrible, it's terrible!

- What's happened?

What have you seen?

- I've seen a corpse, it's Walter.

- What are you saying to me?

You're imagining things.

- No, I've seen it.

It's not my imagination.

The dog led me to it, Wolf.

- The dog.

- I followed him and he took me into the woods.

At a certain place it began to dig and uncovered something.

It was Walter.

- You're still in shock from that night.

Come inside, I'll get you something to drink.

All right, I'll go and phone the police.

But if we find nothing again this time... Come in.

- But if the body of Walter is buried in the woods, who could be buried in the cemetery?

(eerie music) Mr.

Swift?

Mr.

Swift, what are you doing?

Can't you hear me?

(werewolf growling) (Priscilla shrieks) (Priscilla whimpering) (door rattling) (werewolf growling) (Priscilla screams) (ominous music) (gunshot firing) (werewolf growling) (Priscilla screaming) (gunshot firing) (werewolf wheezing) (somber music) - Leonor.

Leonor!

I've killed again.

- You haven't killed Priscilla.

I shot you, I had to.

- It's better this way.

Without Leonor, I don't want to live.

She was with me always.

Tried her best.

But, it's no use now.

I murdered Mary Smith in the woods.

- Don't excite yourself.

- Went out and killed her.

I don't remember.

I hoped it could be cured.

I followed your research.

I begged Benson to send you.

Leonor.

Leonor is in Walter's grave.

It's she we buried in the cemetery.

May God forgive me.

- Well, now it's finished.

- The moon, it was a nightmare for me.

- I know.

Now the nightmare has passed.

(gentle instrumental music) - Hello and welcome back.

Well, that was certainly an exciting ending to the film, wasn't it?

I mean, at least it's over.

Sapo and I are waiting for Mittens to return.

Sapo called the school and apparently they had no record of a student named Mittens.

They did however report that there were many complaints about a werewolf hanging around the Rathskellar, guzzling beer, pitching woo at coeds, and getting into mischief.

- Well he oughta be here any minute now and I tell you what, I'm gonna tan his hide when he returns!

That bus was supposed to be here an hour ago.

- Well I think he's coming now.

- He's coming in right now.

Young man, you have got some explaining to do.

Where have you been, what is that?

Let me see that.

Let me see that.

(gasps) You graduated?

Why this is the best day of my life!

A degree in business administration.

I, no we are so proud of you.

- Sapo, you know that's most likely fake, right?

Students sometimes lie to their parents about how well things are going in school.

Let me see that diploma.

- Look at it, take a look at that.

- Hmm, this looks pretty good, however I'm a bit troubled by the fact that university spelled "diploma" wrong, and I'm pretty sure there's no "Z" in business administration.

- Well don't be suspicious, boss, our little boy has grown up and graduated from college!

- This is definitely a fake, but what's important is what you think, and you think he graduated?

- I certainly do!

- Fine, great, congrats, Mittens.

By the way, the terms of the student loan call for a first payment upon graduation, so pay up!

- Wait, wait, wait, what if he doesn't have a job and can't pay up?

- Tough, that's how student loans work.

Pay up!

- What if something happens and, God forbid, he drops dead and can't pay up?

- Ah, then the cosigner pays, and that's you, so pay up!

- Oh man, this is a racket, isn't it, boss?

- That it is, El Sapo, that it is.

But if he can't pay today, you can add 400% interest to the principal and pay tomorrow.

While you figure out which internal organs you'll be selling to meet your obligation to the bank, what do we have on tap for next week?

- We have this!

(dramatic music) - [Narrator] Through a forbidden jungle... To a forbidden village...

Breaking taboos that anger the gods... (rocks rumbling) (crashing) - Gapa, Gapa angry.

(egg craking) Gapa, Gapa angry, angry!

- [Narrator] The revenge of the monsters!

(dramatic music) (monsters squealing) The selfish whim of a magazine publisher... - In this park I will have strange tropical animals.

(laughs) - [Narrator] Results in horrible destruction!

(planes roaring) (missiles blasting) Nothing can stop them!

(people screaming) - The monsters can actually think, and in addition, they can communicate with others of their own species.

(missiles blasting) (monsters screaming) - [Narrator] World-wide terror!

(dramatic music) Coming soon!

Gapa, Gapa, Gapa.

- (sighs) As usual, that looks awful.

So, about that payment?

- I'm caught a little short, boss, I'm gonna need some time.

- No problem, we're not unreasonable.

You have 24 hours.

- (sighs) College is expensive!

I'll never be able to pay off these loans.

It's probably a good thing I didn't go to college, huh boss?

- For everyone, Sapo, for everyone.

Join us again next week, and may all your dreams be nightmares.

(dramatic music) (thunder rumbling)