(panting)

(screams)

Louis: Alright Loretta.

Mom: Ha, mom. I'm not doing this unless
you call me mom.

Louis: Alright then, mom. I've been grounded
for like a week now, so how long am I going

to remain grounded?

Mom: Until you come to your senses.

Louis: What do you mean by that?

Mom: You know what I mean. I mean this
isn't funny any more. I'm worried about

you. Your skipping school, staying out 
all night.

Louis: What do you expect from a werewolf?

Mom: It's time to grow up Louis. These actions
have consequences. Bad ones that will affect

the rest of your life.

Mom: Louis, stop trying to be like your father.
If your father were here he would tell you the

same thing.

Louis: But he's not.

Mom: No, he's not. And he probably never
will be. And I'm sorry about that. Louis you

need to know that it has nothing to do with
you. It's not your fault-

Louis: I know! I know, it's his condition.

Mom: Well, in a way yes.

Louis: Lycanthropy.

Mom: No, Louis, stop. This isn't funny or 
cute any more.

Louis: He didn't want to hurt me, so he left.

Mom: Louis your dad is not a werewolf,
would you get that out of your head?

Louis: Yes he is, alright? You said so yourself.
You said he was afraid of hurting me, so he went away.

Mom: Yes, I did say that but-

Louis: So explain to me why a human dad would
be so afraid of hurting his own son that he

would want to leave forever.

(swallows hard)

Mom: I can't explain that.

Louis: Exactly. And explain this: the moon
was full that night.

Mom: What night?

Louis: The night he probably left. Look, 
I calculated it.

Mom: Louis, the moon is full every 28 days.

Louis: Alright, but then how do you explain
his hair? I mean, look at him.

Mom: Louis, I know what your father looks
like.

Louis: Then you know about his hair. What else
would explain that?

Mom: Louis. Listen to yourself. It's just a
story. I don't know if he told you, or if you

made it up to make yourself feel better when
you were little, but it's just a story. You need

to let it go. You hear me?

Mom: OK. I didn't want to do this but,
if you really want to be like your father,

fine. It's time.

Louis: Time for what?

Mom: To meet your uncle Lincoln. Remember
your dad's twin brother?

(numbers dialing)

Louis: No.

Mom: Well, it's probably because he's been
in a psychiatric prison for most of your life.

Hopefully he's out on parole.

Lincoln? It's Loretta. I need your help.
I need you to come over here and talk

to Louis Jr.