The showdown between Wolfman Lawrence and Wolfman Sir John.
The transformation sequences look amazing.
The London rampage deserves special mention. It may be a little narmy, but the Wolfman perched atop a gargoyle, as he looks out over the city of London, before letting loose a monstrous howl, is pretty damn cool.
As is the sequence that precedes it, when Lawrence transforms right before an audience of doctors and newsmen who think he's crazy. Granted, most of those guys probably didn't deserve to die, but Dr. Hoenneger and the orderlies were so cruel it's pretty satisfying to see the terror on their faces when they realize Lawrence really is a werewolf and he's about to eat them.
Even better, he actually ignores most of the doctors there, and only kills two or three of the people who'd specifically mistreated him during his incarceration.
While the asylum orderly is a sadist and a creep, he nonetheless charges the fully-transformed Lawrence with a syringe and attempts to sedate him, though he only succeeds in drawing Lawrence's attention to him.
When the transformed Sir John is attacking the gypsy camp, Lawrence doesn't run and hide like so many others, but draws his gun, tackles a mother out of the creature's way, and when he sees the werewolf chasing after a young boy who'd fled the camp, immediately races after them to help, though this turns into a No Good Deed Goes Unpunished when Lawrence is bitten and turned into a werewolf himself.
McQueen's speech as he listens to the village bigwigs speculating about what's behind the recent deaths. Unfortunately, it is promptly dismissed by his listeners, but after the deaths during the next full moon, they take it a little more seriously.
McQueen: Got nothing to do with the gypsies. Twenty-five years ago now, me Pa found Quinn Noddy and all his flock. Brains and guts and God-knows-what lying all over the moor for a quarter mile. And Quinn, the look on his face. Like he'd been eaten alive. Whatever did it was big, had claws, and didn't mind a load of buckshot. After that, me Pa went home and melted down me Ma's wedding spoons and cast silver bullets on 'em. Wouldn't leave the house on a full moon from then on.
The hunters' attempt to trap the werewolf is mostly a farce, with one of them accidentally falling into the pit they'd just trapped him in, two more being killed by friendly fire, and most of them fleeing in terror without putting up much of a fight, but Squire Strickland deserves a little credit for standing his ground and attempting to fight Lawrence with just the butt of his empty rifle (although it's lessened by how he's killed in an Offhand Backhand manner).
Even before this, she tries to help Lawrence in what seems to be a month of no sleep, without taking care of herself, and even finds the only person that knows everything about lycanthropy, Maleva.
