狼人就在你身邊

Whittington: Don't do that kind of shit, man. Dewey Wilson: So you ghouls do get the creeps down here. Dewey Wilson: What's he have to say? Whittington: No, it's what Ferguson will say. He's on his way down. These Bronx parts are mighty interestin'. They come from eight different men and women and one of them, now stand by, every fucking piece is diseased. Cirrhotic liver, cancerous lung. Diseased heart.. Dewey Wilson: Hospital garbage. Whittington: Hey. A heart, a liver, you can't live without them. Why take 'em out? Dewey Wilson: So mutilation, some... Whittington: Well, that's what I'm thinking, too until Sayad here shows me his card. Look at this. Those faint striation patterns on his throat and on his wrists and on those parts they're all identical, they're all alike. Not cuts. Tears. Dewey Wilson: You mean, like teeth? Whittington: Very sharp teeth. Something out there might be eatin' people. Dewey Wilson: But not eatin' those. Whittington: Right, right. Right, they're not eating these. And how do they know they're diseased? It took me 24 hours with all this shit I got to work with you to find that out. Must be smart. Dewey Wilson: Damn smart. Ferguson: A predator. One with two feet and a warped brain. Homo sapiens. The worst in the lot. Whittington: Cannibalism? People eatin' people? Come on, Fergie, those aren't human teeth marks. Fergie, come on around here, man and look at these striations in the scope. Now, that's off his wrist. That's from the throat. Dewey Wilson: Is it an animal? Ferguson: Maybe. Whittington: Well, it ain't human. Dewey Wilson: Shape-shiftin'. Ferguson: This, the body's just a physical expression of the soul. The soul can shift the body into any, any shape it wants. Kind of survival of the shiftiest. Whittington: What is that shit? Ferguson: Well, reality is just a state of mind. See, you change the mind, you can change... Whittington: Fergie, Fergie, please! The striations, man, in the scope. Huh? Ferguson: I just got here. Give me time. Whittington: What, are you double parked or something? Ferguson: What else you got? Whittington: Well, I got my Bronx liver. Ferguson: You done a phosphorescence on this? Whittington: Yeah. Ferguson: You know I -l missed dinner for this. Whittington: You wanna order a pizza? Ferguson: No, man. I feel like some ribs.