Night of the Werewolves (2025) Movie Script
- She couldn't pinpoint exactly
when she started doing it.
It was just something she
did every day, like a hobby.
Some girls like makeup,
others play sports,
Alice was into
something a little different.
(upbeat music)
- Burying roadkill
wasn't a choice for Alice.
It was an addiction,
a moral compulsion.
All God's creatures deserved
a respectful memorial.
And she was called to preside
over their little funerals.
Now Alice was used to
seeing mangled piles of limbs
and blood soaked fur,
but she had never seen
anything like this before.
(upbeat music)
But Alice didn't discriminate.
She buried anything
and everything,
no matter how strange.
We all look weird
when we're dead.
An eerie feeling
washed over Alice
as she walked away
from the fresh grave.
But that emotion
quickly evaporated
when she stumbled upon
something else in the cemetery,
a ticket to the movies,
"Werewolf Wednesday"
at the Brazos Cinema.
Some cinematic escapism
was just what Alice needed.
She wasn't feeling
quite herself lately.
The solitude of the
cool dark theater
would alleviate the discomfort.
(dramatic music)
It was getting late.
Alice was expected home by now.
Just stick to the
road she told herself.
She soon realized that
would be impossible.
Alice always wondered what the
old hotel looked like inside.
It was gutted
and slowly rotting.
She feared she might
suffer the same fate.
Growing up, she
heard the ghost stories
surrounding the hotel.
But those spirits were no match
for what was following her.
Alice knew her
fate was inevitable.
She carved her own
cross with her addiction.
She didn't give that
strange creature peace
when she buried
it in the cemetery.
She pissed it off,
or so she thought.
Alice never left the
theater that afternoon.
The monster was a hallucination,
a figment of her imagination.
Probably an effect of
the rabies she contracted
weeks ago from
one of her animals.
Let this be a cautionary tale.
Good intentions
pave the way to hell.
- Leave him alone,
he's just a boy.
- Boy.
- We were all just boys once.
(crying)
No, please.
Please don't...
Arno!
- Who's there?
- Arno!
- Love me! Kill me!
Love me! Kill me!
Love me! Kill me!
Love me! Kill...
- When I was a boy, I
walked into the darkness,
into the forest after
dusk, looking for my father.
What I learned was
that I did not walk
into the darkness at all,
but I walked into the
gates of hell instead.
My father had warned me
of a man that walked
the wilderness,
that prayed in the night
on those that wandered,
a cannibal in the trees.
The morning I found my father,
I learned that it was not a man,
not a man at all.
No man was capable of
what they did to my father.
This was not a man.
This was something
else entirely.
(screaming)
(screaming)
- Do you like it?
- I do.
- When I was a boy,
the beast killed my father.
As a man, it took
away my wife and son.
It took from me all
that has ever mattered
and all that mattered most.
It left me with only one option,
to kill it once and for all.
This abomination has an
insatiable craving for flesh.
It thirsts for blood, so
blood is what I shall give it.
I will feed its wants
and I will feed its needs
and bring it to my door.
And once it's there,
I will take my blade
and carve a hole in its chest
and I will feed it its
own fucking heart.
Welcome to hell.
- Father.
- Oh God, no.
No, no!
No!
- You killed me!
You killed my mother!
- No, didn't I try?
- I tried.
- No.
- You didn't even
bother to try to save us!
- Let this man die!
- I tried to sa...
This isn't real.
- Look at you.
- No, you're not my boy!
- No, you're not my boy!
No, no!
- You're my boy!
You're not my boy!
You're not my son!
Arno!
Arno!
- Come on, you son of a bitch.
- Warning!
This film is not for
the faint of heart
or the faint of heart.
If you want zombies,
vampires, or good taste,
then you're shit out
of luck and leave now.
Are you brave enough to
endure the cinematic depravity?
Shock, awe, gratuitous
violence awaits.
And if you're here with a child,
what the fuck is wrong with you?
I give you Wolf Gee.
Gee, Wolf Gee, a scary movie.
(evil laughter)
(screaming)
- You're so weird.
- Answer the question.
Who is sexier?
The prince or the beast?
- They're the same person.
- Stop avoiding the question.
The beast.
What? He just
looks better hairy.
- You're a fool.
- You're insecure.
You're a nut really.
- A little bit.
I had a really
nice time tonight.
You know what! It was fun.
Hm... Do you wanna?
- Yeah!
Is that thing silver?
- Oh, this?
No, it's from palma...
Take it off.
I mean I can take it home.
But... you know what I mean.
No, James. This is important.
My flatmate.
- Hm, hm.
- My flatmate is a werewolf.
- Yeah, I'm quite alright.
Take it off.
No, no. Wrong door.
Oh, the belly of the beast.
- Shut up! This way.
Sorry, I keep forgetting
to charge this stupid thing.
Yeah, that's alright.
No one's going to disturb us.
- Where is loo?
- Through the kitchen.
Right.
- Where's the kitchen?
- Next to the
bishop, my granddad.
Your granddad?
Your granddad was Stalin?
- No, that's my granddad.
- No, he isn't.
I need the loo.
Did you go to the loo?
Yeah.
What's wrong?
I thought we locked
the door, right?
I didn't think it
was a werewolf.
I know.
Okay, there's a
UV light in the hallway.
I need to just go and get it.
What are you gonna do?
Follow the plan.
We need to get
him back to his room.
Maybe he'll just go away.
He's still out there.
I've got an idea.
But I paid for dinner.
He paid for drinks.
Yeah, paid for the drinks.
Paid for your drinks.
And they were delicious.
Okay, find the UV light.
It should scare him away
without hurting him too much.
Ready?
Can I get a kiss for good luck?
I think he's gone.
Is there a UV
thing in your pocket
or are you just
pleased to see me?
Both.
Excellent.
Is that supposed
to be this house?
Yeah.
Right.
What is that?
- Picture room with my granddad.
Stalin.
Forget it.
Did you sign it?
This is what we're gonna do.
Where did he go?
What did you do to him?
I didn't do anything.
Maybe just choked on
some feathers or something.
Gary.
- Gary.
Shut up.
Gary, we talked about this.
You can't be in the
flat when you change.
Your room or outside only.
Jess.
- No, no, no.
Don't you charge anything?
You're not helping.
Jess.
It's the necklace.
It's silver.
I told you to take that off.
I don't care.
Just get him off me.
What are you doing?
- Just trust me.
Turn it back on.
I can't.
It's dead.
You don't say.
Grab the light.
I think you're right.
Hi. Hi. Gary, by the way.
How are you both?
I'm fine, obviously.
It was great meeting you.
We should do that
again sometime or...
Yeah, I'll clean this up.
Would you like to go out again?
Okay.
when she started doing it.
It was just something she
did every day, like a hobby.
Some girls like makeup,
others play sports,
Alice was into
something a little different.
(upbeat music)
- Burying roadkill
wasn't a choice for Alice.
It was an addiction,
a moral compulsion.
All God's creatures deserved
a respectful memorial.
And she was called to preside
over their little funerals.
Now Alice was used to
seeing mangled piles of limbs
and blood soaked fur,
but she had never seen
anything like this before.
(upbeat music)
But Alice didn't discriminate.
She buried anything
and everything,
no matter how strange.
We all look weird
when we're dead.
An eerie feeling
washed over Alice
as she walked away
from the fresh grave.
But that emotion
quickly evaporated
when she stumbled upon
something else in the cemetery,
a ticket to the movies,
"Werewolf Wednesday"
at the Brazos Cinema.
Some cinematic escapism
was just what Alice needed.
She wasn't feeling
quite herself lately.
The solitude of the
cool dark theater
would alleviate the discomfort.
(dramatic music)
It was getting late.
Alice was expected home by now.
Just stick to the
road she told herself.
She soon realized that
would be impossible.
Alice always wondered what the
old hotel looked like inside.
It was gutted
and slowly rotting.
She feared she might
suffer the same fate.
Growing up, she
heard the ghost stories
surrounding the hotel.
But those spirits were no match
for what was following her.
Alice knew her
fate was inevitable.
She carved her own
cross with her addiction.
She didn't give that
strange creature peace
when she buried
it in the cemetery.
She pissed it off,
or so she thought.
Alice never left the
theater that afternoon.
The monster was a hallucination,
a figment of her imagination.
Probably an effect of
the rabies she contracted
weeks ago from
one of her animals.
Let this be a cautionary tale.
Good intentions
pave the way to hell.
- Leave him alone,
he's just a boy.
- Boy.
- We were all just boys once.
(crying)
No, please.
Please don't...
Arno!
- Who's there?
- Arno!
- Love me! Kill me!
Love me! Kill me!
Love me! Kill me!
Love me! Kill...
- When I was a boy, I
walked into the darkness,
into the forest after
dusk, looking for my father.
What I learned was
that I did not walk
into the darkness at all,
but I walked into the
gates of hell instead.
My father had warned me
of a man that walked
the wilderness,
that prayed in the night
on those that wandered,
a cannibal in the trees.
The morning I found my father,
I learned that it was not a man,
not a man at all.
No man was capable of
what they did to my father.
This was not a man.
This was something
else entirely.
(screaming)
(screaming)
- Do you like it?
- I do.
- When I was a boy,
the beast killed my father.
As a man, it took
away my wife and son.
It took from me all
that has ever mattered
and all that mattered most.
It left me with only one option,
to kill it once and for all.
This abomination has an
insatiable craving for flesh.
It thirsts for blood, so
blood is what I shall give it.
I will feed its wants
and I will feed its needs
and bring it to my door.
And once it's there,
I will take my blade
and carve a hole in its chest
and I will feed it its
own fucking heart.
Welcome to hell.
- Father.
- Oh God, no.
No, no!
No!
- You killed me!
You killed my mother!
- No, didn't I try?
- I tried.
- No.
- You didn't even
bother to try to save us!
- Let this man die!
- I tried to sa...
This isn't real.
- Look at you.
- No, you're not my boy!
- No, you're not my boy!
No, no!
- You're my boy!
You're not my boy!
You're not my son!
Arno!
Arno!
- Come on, you son of a bitch.
- Warning!
This film is not for
the faint of heart
or the faint of heart.
If you want zombies,
vampires, or good taste,
then you're shit out
of luck and leave now.
Are you brave enough to
endure the cinematic depravity?
Shock, awe, gratuitous
violence awaits.
And if you're here with a child,
what the fuck is wrong with you?
I give you Wolf Gee.
Gee, Wolf Gee, a scary movie.
(evil laughter)
(screaming)
- You're so weird.
- Answer the question.
Who is sexier?
The prince or the beast?
- They're the same person.
- Stop avoiding the question.
The beast.
What? He just
looks better hairy.
- You're a fool.
- You're insecure.
You're a nut really.
- A little bit.
I had a really
nice time tonight.
You know what! It was fun.
Hm... Do you wanna?
- Yeah!
Is that thing silver?
- Oh, this?
No, it's from palma...
Take it off.
I mean I can take it home.
But... you know what I mean.
No, James. This is important.
My flatmate.
- Hm, hm.
- My flatmate is a werewolf.
- Yeah, I'm quite alright.
Take it off.
No, no. Wrong door.
Oh, the belly of the beast.
- Shut up! This way.
Sorry, I keep forgetting
to charge this stupid thing.
Yeah, that's alright.
No one's going to disturb us.
- Where is loo?
- Through the kitchen.
Right.
- Where's the kitchen?
- Next to the
bishop, my granddad.
Your granddad?
Your granddad was Stalin?
- No, that's my granddad.
- No, he isn't.
I need the loo.
Did you go to the loo?
Yeah.
What's wrong?
I thought we locked
the door, right?
I didn't think it
was a werewolf.
I know.
Okay, there's a
UV light in the hallway.
I need to just go and get it.
What are you gonna do?
Follow the plan.
We need to get
him back to his room.
Maybe he'll just go away.
He's still out there.
I've got an idea.
But I paid for dinner.
He paid for drinks.
Yeah, paid for the drinks.
Paid for your drinks.
And they were delicious.
Okay, find the UV light.
It should scare him away
without hurting him too much.
Ready?
Can I get a kiss for good luck?
I think he's gone.
Is there a UV
thing in your pocket
or are you just
pleased to see me?
Both.
Excellent.
Is that supposed
to be this house?
Yeah.
Right.
What is that?
- Picture room with my granddad.
Stalin.
Forget it.
Did you sign it?
This is what we're gonna do.
Where did he go?
What did you do to him?
I didn't do anything.
Maybe just choked on
some feathers or something.
Gary.
- Gary.
Shut up.
Gary, we talked about this.
You can't be in the
flat when you change.
Your room or outside only.
Jess.
- No, no, no.
Don't you charge anything?
You're not helping.
Jess.
It's the necklace.
It's silver.
I told you to take that off.
I don't care.
Just get him off me.
What are you doing?
- Just trust me.
Turn it back on.
I can't.
It's dead.
You don't say.
Grab the light.
I think you're right.
Hi. Hi. Gary, by the way.
How are you both?
I'm fine, obviously.
It was great meeting you.
We should do that
again sometime or...
Yeah, I'll clean this up.
Would you like to go out again?
Okay.