It is said there is no sin in killing a beast, only in killing a man. But where does one begin and the other end?
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It is said there is no sin in killing a beast, only in killing a man. But where does one begin and the other end?
You've done terrible things... be strong.
Gwen Conliffe: It must be a wonderful luxury doing battle with imaginary demons, Mr. Talbot. Mine right now are very real.
Sir John Talbot: You're heir to my kingdom, Lawrence. You've always been heir to my kingdom.
I am what they say I am... I'm a monster.
Sir John Talbot: Terrible things Lawrence, you've done terrible things.
Det. Aberline: I don't suppose we have any silver bullets?
Sir John Talbot: I do have a small gift for you Lawrence in the event you don't find life as glorious as I find it to be... or not to be.
Sir John Talbot: Terrible things, Lawrence. You've done terrible things!
Sir John Talbot: You've done terrible things... be strong.
Det. Aberline: God help us.
Gwen Conliffe: It must be a wonderful luxury doing battle with imaginary demons, Mr. Talbot. Mine right now are very real.
Sir John Talbot: You're heir to my kingdom, Lawrence. You've always been heir to my kingdom.
Lawrence Talbot: I am what they say I am... I'm a monster.
Sir John Talbot: Terrible things Lawrence, you've done terrible things.
Det. Aberline: I don't suppose we have any silver bullets?
Sir John Talbot: I do have a small gift for you Lawrence in the event you don't find life as glorious as I find it to be... or not to be.
Lawrence Talbot: I'll kill you.
Sir John Talbot: Terrible things, Lawrence. You've done terrible things!
Gwen Conliffe: It is said there is no sin in killing a beast, only in killing a man. But where does one begin and the other end?
Sir John Talbot: She exerts enormous power, doesn't she? Lawrence Talbot: I wish things were different. Sir John Talbot: Never look back, Lawrence. Never look back. The past is a wilderness of horrors. Lawrence... I'm glad you're home.
Lawrence Talbot: Thank you father. Sir John Talbot: You can thank Singh. Whenever he gets back from the village. You're not the only one in this family who can act.
Colonel Montford: My eyes... Damn you, Talbot! Sir John Talbot: I'm sorry, Colonel. I meant to shoot you. Sadly, I'm not quite the marksman I used to be... I must be getting old.
Gwen Conliffe: What's happened? Lawrence Talbot: You have to leave. Please pack your things. Gwen Conliffe: Did I do something? Lawrence Talbot: It's not safe here. You must return to London tonight.
Gwen Conliffe: What are you afraid of? Lawrence Talbot: If anything ever happened to you I'd never forgive myself.
Sir John Talbot: I will arise and go to my father and I will say unto him, 'Father I have sinned against heaven and before thee. I am no more worthy to be called thy son'. Lawrence Talbot: Lo and behold there he stands, the prodical son, for he is returned. Sir John Talbot: Shall I have my own robe brought to be placed upon your shoulders? Rings for your fingers? Shoes for your feet? Lawrence Talbot: What you should do is pray. But we both know it wouldn't do any good. Sir John Talbot: Are those Singh's silver bullets in my gun? Lawrence Talbot: I'm sorry. Sir John Talbot: You have me at a disadvantage. It makes me happy. Lawrence Talbot: What does? Sir John Talbot: Well, seeing you here like this. My son returned. It is glorious, isn't it? Lawrence Talbot: No, it's hell Sir John Talbot: Hell? No. The beast is the beast. Let it run free.
Colonel Montford: What if it wasn't a beast at all, but a cunning murderer? Someone who bore a grudge against one of these men. To misdirect the authorities, he kills the men, and then he tears up the bodies to make it look like a wild beast was responsible? Constable Nye: Ridiculous! Who would go to such lengths? Kirk: What about that gypsy dancing bear? It could have done it. Colonel Montford: That mangy thing? Kill three men? I doubt it. Reverend Fisk: I saw the bodies with my own eyes. Unnatural wounds. Most unnatural. Made by a fell creature I'd say. Kirk: Damn gypsies wandering the countryside bringing their woe and deviltry with them. They show up and two weeks later *this* happens! My guess is Ben Talbot went to their camp to have it off with a gypsy whore. The bear gets hold of him, and they dump what's left of him in the ditch! MacQueen: Got nothing to do with the gypsies. MacQueen: Twenty-five years ago now, me Pa found. Quinn Noddy and all his flock. Brains and guts and God-knows-what lying all over the moor for a quarter mile. And, Quinn, the look on his face. Like he'd been eaten alive. Whatever did it was big, had claws, and didn't mind a load of buckshot. After that me Pa went home and melted down me Ma's wedding spoons and cast silver bullets on 'em. Wouldn't leave the house on a full moon from then on. Kirk: I still say that bear's to blame.
Lawrence Talbot: What happened? Sir John Talbot: Your brother's body was found in a ditch. He'd been torn to pieces.
Lawrence Talbot: Do you believe in curses? Singh: This house has seen it's fair share of tragedy. Your mother. Your brother. Yes, I believe in curses.
Lawrence Talbot: Miss Conliffe. I am Lawrence. Gwen Conliffe: I know who you are. Lawrence Talbot: I'm sorry we're meeting like this. These were Ben's. He'd want you to have them. Lawrence Talbot: If there is anything you need, anything at all, please let me know. Gwen Conliffe: I want to know what happened to him. Lawrence Talbot: I'll do everything I can. Gwen Conliffe: Thank you. Thank you for coming.
Young Gypsy Woman: Once he is bitten by the beast, there is no cure. You should let him die. Maleva: You would make me a sinner. Young Gypsy Woman: There is no sin in killing a beast. Maleva: Is there not? Maleva: What of killing a man? Where does one begin and the other end? Young Gypsy Woman: Many will suffer if we let him live. Maleva: Sometimes the way of fate is a cruel one.
Sir John Talbot: I will arise and go to my father and I will say unto him, 'Father I have sinned against heaven and before thee. I am no more worthy to be called thy son'. Lawrence Talbot: Ah. Lo and behold, the progical son returns. I hope you're not expecting a fatted calf. Sir John Talbot: Shall I have my own robe brought to be placed upon your shoulders? Rings for your fingers? Shoes for your feet? Lawrence Talbot: What you should do is pray. But we both know it wouldn't do any good. Sir John Talbot: Are those Singh's silver bullets in my gun? Lawrence Talbot: I'm sorry. Sir John Talbot: You have me at a disadvantage. It makes me happy. Lawrence Talbot: What does? Sir John Talbot: Well, seeing you here like this. My son returned. It is glorious, isn't it? Lawrence Talbot: No, it's hell Sir John Talbot: Hell? No. The beast is the beast. Let it run free.
