You know the Old Ones, they kill at will. But they don't recruit lightly. In fact, most of them only do it once. They choose a protège. It's an eternal bond.
George? My god. I don't, I can't— I don't dare believe it. My god, George. I thought you were dead. I thought I'd never see you again. I hoped...I prayed. I dreamt, but I never actually— Here you are. You've come back. You've come back to me. Say something to your old man.
Don't worry. This isn't how you're going to die. I just needed to make you a little more receptive. See I'm going to give you a gift. You've been head-hunted, Nancy, for an exciting new opportunity. Think of it as evolutionary promotion.
See the thing is, your boyfriend tore me—literally—limb from limb. Now, aside from anything else, have you ever heard of anything so...undignified? [Chuckles, then puts his hand over Nina's mouth before she can shout for help] But the pain...was incredible. And I remember every moment. And so now, not unreasonably I think you'll agree, I want him to suffer. But not for moments. For days, weeks...months. And the best way of doing that, um, is to kill you. Here's my dilemma. You were kind to me. Everyone else in the house wanted me dead. Except for you...It's a knotty one, isn't it?
You're right. My quarrel is not with you. [He leaves. Nina gasps in relief and turns away to lean on the sink for support...and then Herrick quickly returns]. But then people would say I was going soft. [stabs Nina in the kidney]
Well, I wanted to drive a wedge between him and George and Nina. But instead of getting suspicious of them he got all worked up about the other two. Tom and...what was it? McIntyre? Macintosh? Well. Whatever. Oh Annie, you didn't really believe it, did you? I can't control people. I can't see the future. You've been watching too much TV.
Well what you really need to worry about is the self-fulfilling prophecy, Annie. He made it come true. There really is a wolf-shaped bullet. That he carved his name on.
He killed my Nina. And you killed all those people. You don't say my name now. You don't even look at me now. You are not my friend. You better go. Your boss is waiting.
This wasn't a game! This is revenge! He killed me. Let me tell you something about revenge. It isn't petulant or being a sore loser. It's righteous. A game ? Fuck you. This is what needs to happen. Revenge is about setting the world straight again.
