16 hours post-bite
The clock is ticking for Mauricio. In exactly 32 hours,
it'll be too late. I've gotta get to him with this:
Your basic werewolf intervention kit. Sydney: What's that? Louis: You wouldn't understand.
Why? Because it's an anti-lycanthropy first aid intervention kit.
That's why. Really? I love those!
Right. No, really.
See? Half-vamp. Yep.
Very anti-lychan. Let's see what you got.
Don't, don't touch.
??? silver, good.
Silver thread, good. Sterile bandages.
Wait, where's the wolfsbane?
That's just a myth. No, it's not. It's a very well known lycanthropy inhibitor.
Everyone knows that. Are you making fun of me?
No.
Well, not yet. Louis: Look, I don't have time for this, alright.
Mauricio, open up, I can see you.
Sydney: May I? Louis: What are you gonna do about it.
Sydney: Trust me. One,
two, three, four.
Sydney: That should do it. Louis: Do what? Sydney: Just wait.
What do you want?
Louis: See that? that's a werewolf. Mauricio, you need help. Mauricio: No, you need help, Louis.
Mauricio: Can I have my phone back?
Louis: No, not until you let me treat that bite. Mauricio: What bite? I told you, there is no bite. Look at my hand, see?
Note, subject's hand is super healed due to stage one lycanthropic mutagens received
directly to- Mauricio: Louis
Stop messing around, and give me my phone. Louis: I can't do that, you're in grave danger.
You have 31 hours. Mauricio: Louis, give me my phone.
Go home, Louis. I'm done playing your dumb game.
You see that? Were-rage. Sydney: Definitely.