I want you to meet some people. David Kessler, this is Gerald Bringsly.
Hello.
Gerald is the man you murdered in the subway. We thought it best you didn't see him as he's a fresh kill and still pretty messy.
[in shadow]
Yes, I do look most unpleasant.
Why are you doing this to me, Jack?
This isn't Mr. Goodman's idea. He is your good friend, whereas I am a victim of your carnivorous lunar activities.
Mr. Bringsly, I'm sorry. I have absolutely no idea what to say to you.
You've left my wife a widow and my children fatherless. And I understand that I am to walk the earth one of the living dead until the wolf's bloodline is severed and the curse lifted. You must die, David Kessler.
David, this is Harry Berman and his fiancee Judith Browns. And these gentlemen are Alf, Ted, and Joseph.
Can't say we're pleased to meet you, Mr. Kessler.
What shall I do?
Suicide.
You must take your own life!
That's easy for you to say - you're already dead.
No, David. Harry and I and everyone you murder are not dead. The undead.
Why are you doing this to me?
Because this must be stopped.
How shall I do it?
Sleeping pills?
Not sure enough.
I could hang myself.
If you did it wrong, it would be painful. You'd choke to death.
So what? Let `im choke.
Do you mind? The man's a friend of mine.
Well he ain't no friend of mine.
Gentlemen, please.
A gun.
I know where he can get a gun.
Don't I need a silver bullet or something?
Be serious, would you?
Madness. I've gone totally mad.
A gun is good.
You just put the gun to your forehead and pull the trigger.
If you put it in your mouth, then you'd be sure not to miss.
Thank you, you're all so thoughtful.
