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And you, Sir Robert. You're a traitor to the Crown.
I have my credentials, if I may?
Not remotely amused.
One, two, three, pull!
Guard it with your life.
Would you like my wife while you're at it?
They said if we scream or shout, then he will slaughter us.
- Let me see. -It is nothing.
- Werewolf. -I know!
- Not on me, no. -There we are, then. We run.
Besides, we're all waiting on Sir Robert. Come, sir.
The Queen, the crown, the throne, you name it.
it would be an abuse of my privilege as a traveller in time.
I've got no time to start old arguments.
I said I'll find you time, sir. Now, get inside.
He'll shelter us for tonight, then we can reach Balmoral tomorrow.
- But it's perfect. -My late husband never thought so.
Your companion begs an apology, Doctor. Her clothing has somewhat delayed her.
It was a splinter of wood when the door came apart. It's nothing.
I wonder.
And that's the charm of a ghost story, isn't it?
Well, they were bald, athletic.
We'd better get moving. It's almost nightfall.
Now, stop this talk. There can't be an actual wolf.
A werewolf?
1979! Hell of a year!
Powerful stuff, mistletoe, bursting with lectins and viscotoxins.