Nosferatu's Werewolf -- Act II
ACT II
Discovering the body of Professor Bulwer, and that Annie is missing, the next morning, the Kommissar and an angry and grieving Hutter and Harding fight with the Inquisitor to destroy Orlok’s estate. Knowing he can’t stop them, the Inquisitor convinces them to allow him to first sanctify the property. But they will have to do so before they lose the light.
Hutter knows that, aside from Harding, he can’t convince the others to wait to destroy the property after they have found Annie. He sets out ahead of them, knowing he will find her, alive or dead, at Orlok’s.
With the sun quickly setting, Hutter fights with the guards. But the Inquisitor arrives, alone, and dismisses the guards. He wants to know why the Inquisitor is alone but he’s too concerned about Annie. They enter into the foreboding darkness together, and find Annie’s body near the open crates of dirt, but nothing else. Hutter gathers her into his arms and weeps. And then the Inquisitor tells him why he has come to Wisborg – he has come to avenge Nosferatu!
Hutter looks up to watch as the Inquisitor’s face becomes the face of Jäger. The Inquisitor and Jäger are ONE AND THE SAME! He attacks Hutter and bars the doors.
Outside, the Kammissar and the townsfolk have arrived, banging on the doors, and the moon has risen.
Inside, Hutter struggles with Jäger, but someone is there to help. HARDING strikes Jäger with an iron rod and steps out of the shadows, explaining how he knew Hutter would come here and witnessed the Inquisitor take on the form of this devil. Jäger recovers and tells Harding he is no devil. He is the devil’s hound. He screams out in agony as his transformation begins.
Outside, the Kammissar orders his men to crash through the windows to get inside. They do so, but the windows are barred from the inside. It will be a fight to get in.
Inside, the werewolf has taken shape and swipes at Hutter and Harding. It growls at them as they turn to flee. But a FORM rises out of the darkness. All we see in that darkness is its eyes, glowing like an animal’s. Slowly it moves forward, and then BLINK! The form is suddenly there before them: Nosferatu – Count Orlok.
Harding falls away from the wide-eyed form and is gripped by the back of the neck like a pup by the werewolf, suspended. Hutter tries to run, but he is locked in place by an invisible force while Orlok stretches his talon-like hand toward him. Hutter reaches for his neck, remembering that the ancient vampire imprisoned his mind when he fed on his blood more than a year ago.
Orlok’s voice is soft and harsh, but he speaks forcefully. “You have cost me a great deal, Mr. Hutter. Better for you had you remained where I could return to deal with you at leisure.”
Orlok twists his hand and SNAP!
Dead, Thomas Hutter falls to the floor.
Harding screams for his friend and CRASH! The townsfolk have made their way inside, some with lamps. The werewolf bites down on Harding and then tosses him away before leaping at the crowd, biting off limbs, blood spattering. Harding crumbles near his friend, gasping for life as blood flows out of his wound.
A crowd attempts to grab Orlok but with one swipe of his talon-hand BLOOD SPURTS and many fall over, gripping their throats.
A fight for life and death ensues. When a few of the lamps are knocked over a fire spreads, making it possible for Orlok and the werewolf to escape with the apparent dead body of Annie. But he is cut off from his earth now, unable to restore his strength, and thereby vulnerable.
A few townsfolk survive, escaping the fire. With help, the Kammissar carries Harding to safety.
Pulling out, we see that the fire spreads from building to building, consuming much of the town.
NEXT: Act III
