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A Discussion on Silver Bullets and Werewolves
Uncle Red
I mean, uh, what the heck you gonna shoot a .44 bullet at anyway... made out of silver?
Marty Coslaw
How about a werewolf?
Nightmare Begins with the Full Moon
Older Jane
The last full moon of that Spring came a little more than a month before school let out for Summer vacation. Our town's long nightmare began that night.
[narrating]
Sibling Dynamics and Parental Expectations
Older Jane
I was nearly 15 years old, and my brother, Marty, was 11. Marty was the cross I had to bear. He wasn't so bad, actually. He was just constantly thrown in my face by my parents.
[narrating]
Aging Perspective on Youthful Adventures
Uncle Red
I'm a little too old to be playing "Hardy Boys meet Reverend Werewolf"!
[after Jane and Marty tell him about the werewolf]
Tension Between Uncle and Nephew
Uncle Red
You wanna know what I think?
Marty Coslaw
No, we just called you out here to admire your pretty little face.
Uncle Red
You better watch your mouth, right now. You're on thin ice with me, son.
Confronting the Dangers of Private Justice
Sheriff Joe Haller
The law has a name for what you people are planning. It's called "private justice". And private justice is about a step and a half away from lynch mobs and hang ropes. Now I may be no J. Edgar Hoover, but I am the law in Tarker's Mills. I want all you people to go home.
[to the mob, lead by Andy Fairton]
Andy Fairton
Don't let this guy scare you! What's he done since this whole thing started but hang his face out? He ain't got so much as a fingerprint!
Owen Knopfler
Shut up, Andy.
Andy Fairton
No, don't tell me to shut up.
Herb Kincaid
Yes... Shut up. I just came from my boy's funeral.
Sheriff Joe Haller
Herb. Herb, I know how upset... how grief-stricken you must be.
Herb Kincaid
He was torn apart.
Sheriff Joe Haller
I know that. I...
Herb Kincaid
Upset? Grief-stricken? You don't know what those words mean. My son was torn to pieces. Pieces! MY SON WAS TORN TO PIECES! You come in here and talk to these men about private justice? You dare to do that? Why don't you go out to Harmony Hill, Sheriff Haller, and dig up what's left of my boy Brady... and explain to him about private justice? Would you want to do that? As for me, I'm gonna go out and hunt up a little private justice.
[shouts]
Andy Fairton
You heard him. Let's go!
[to the mob]
The Return of the Full Moon Creature
Taglines
It started in May in a small town and every month after that whenever the moon is full... It came back.
The Unseen Consequences of Alcoholism
Arnie Westrum
My beer is Rheingold, the dry beer.Think of Rheingold whenever you buy beer.It's not bitter, not sweet, it's a real frosty treat.Won't you buy, won't you buy Rheingold Beer?Won't you try, won't you buy? Jesus, Arnie. What're you, are you afraid of the Boogeyman? Heh-heh. God. Come on out of there, buster, and give me a hand. All right, what is it that you want, Arnie? I want some Rheingold... As soon as I get that dirt out of there.
[drunkenly singing; hears the rustle of leaves]
Older Jane
The killing had begun, but at first, no one knew it. You see, Arnie Westrum was a chronic drunk. And what happened seemed like an accident. The county coroner concluded Arnie had passed out on the tracks. There wasn't enough evidence to conclude anything else.
[narrating]
Exploring the Nature of the Werewolf Myth
Jane Coslaw
In the made-up stories, the guy who's the werewolf only changes when the moon is full, but maybe he's like this almost all the time, only as the moon gets fuller...
Marty Coslaw
...the guy gets wolfier.
Nostalgia for a Caring Community in Tarker's Mills
Older Jane
This is Tarker's Mills, where I grew up. And this is how it looked that Spring, a town where people cared about each other as much as they cared about themselves.
[narrating]
Family Dynamics and Teenage Rebellion
Uncle Red
Where's your Mom?
Marty Coslaw
She and Dad are out back lighting the barbecue, yeah, and Jane's walking around in all these new clothes showing off her tits, acting like no one ever had tits before her.
A Disagreement on Common Sense and Expectations
Uncle Red
Holy jumped-up baldheaded Jesus palomino!
Jane Coslaw
Uncle Red...
Uncle Red
From him I'd expect it. Sometimes I think your common sense got paralyzed along with your legs. But from you, Jane - you're Miss Polly Practical!
Jane Coslaw
You don't understand.
Uncle Red
I understand that my niece and my nephew are sending little love notes to the local minister suggesting he gargle with broken glass or eat a rat-poison omelette!
Conflict Over Family Loyalty and Frustration
Jane Coslaw
You always take his side cause he's crippled. Well, it's not my fault he's crippled!
Nan Coslaw
You just wanna be quiet or I'm gonna smack you! Now, I mean it!