The Curse of the Werewolf
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Some 200 years ago...
a beggar came to the
little town of Santa Vera...
in search of charity.
Although a simple man...
he was not so simple
that he did not know...
when it was a weekday
and when it was Sunday.
was sounding...
and all the little shops
were closed...
and there was no one
in the square, he knew...
this was not a Sunday.
Seor.
Forgive a poor
ignorant beggar, seor...
but today is not Sunday.
They're ringing the bells
and...
there is no one
in the streets.
Can't you read?
No, seor.
Well?
Seor. Today is not Sunday.
I am aware of that.
There is no one
in the street.
I'm aware of that, too.
And the church bell
is ringing.
And you want to know why,
is that it?
Yes.
Well, I'll tell you why.
Today is a holiday.
A public holiday.
A day of rejoicing.
And we're all rejoicing today,
aren't we, seores?
Do you know why
we're rejoicing?
Because our beloved Marques
and we have to rejoice.
By order.
By order.
Landlord, get me a drink.
Isn't that
a good thing?
And who will have to
pay for this wedding?
We shall.
And who's paid for the bride,
poor child? We have.
Yeah.
Who's paying for that feast
that's going on...
at this very moment
up at the castle?
We are.
I haven't seen you here
before.
What are you, a beggar?
Yes, seor.
If, from the deep charity
of your good heart...
We've nothing to spare,
my friend.
That's where
all our charity has gone.
Yeah.
If you want some of it,
you'd better go there.
And God knows,
I wish you luck.
The beggar took the man
at his word...
and climbed the long road
to the castle...
where, as he had been told...
the Marques was celebrating
his wedding day with a feast.
Stop.
What's the matter, my dear?
It... it looks so...
Don't you like goose?
Why have you
prepared goose...
when the Marquesa
doesn't like goose?
My lord, I didn't know.
Oh, why didn't you know?
Why didn't you know?
Have mercy, my lord.
Pick it up.
Well?
If, from the deep charity of
your noble master's heart...
Go away, man,
before he sees you.
Who is it?
No one, my lord.
Just a beggar.
Well, bring him in.
Welcome.
I'm afraid you were so late
Noble lord.
If, from the deep charity
of your good heart...
If only you'd let us know.
If you could spare
a little bread...
A little earlier...
a whole goose
would have been yours.
But now, as you see,
everything's gone.
Not a crumb left.
Don't tease him.
Why not, my dear?
He's a man,
not an animal.
Oh, is he?
Yes, I suppose he is.
Would you like to have him,
my dear...
As a pet?
How much do you want
for yourself?
Two pesetas? Five? Ten?
Ten pesetas, my lord?
Done.
Now, he's yours, my dear,
your very own pet.
What would you
like him to do?
Give him some food
and wine.
Excellent.
Wine for our new guest.
And food.
Later.
Wine, wine.
More.
Not in that piddling cup.
Here, fill this.
Yeah. Go on, give him more.
Uh-uh.
Food. I must have food.
Oh!
You must sing for it first.
Yeah.
Come on, sing, sing.
I can't sing.
Dance, then.
I can't dance.
Anyone can dance. Music.
Dance.
Dance.
Please.
Give him something to eat.
Here, dog.
Here's your bone.
Come on, come and get it
like a good dog.
Time for us to retire,
my dear.
My bride and I
bid you goodnight.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Thank you, seor.
Have a good night.
You insolent...
Don't forget, he's mine.
A wedding gift
from my husband.
I don't want my gift
to be damaged.
You're quite right, my dear.
He must be looked after.
You, see he's looked after.
And so the beggar
was imprisoned...
in the castle dungeon.
Time passed.
And he was forgotten.
The only people
he ever saw...
were the jailor
and his little girl...
a serious child
who could not speak.
Here, you give it to him.
He's your friend.
The years passed.
And the beggar
remained a prisoner.
Now, completely forgotten
by the Marques.
The old jailor died.
His daughter grew up.
But still,
she could not speak.
The vile temper and foul
tongue of the Marques...
had sent his wife
to an early grave.
And lost him the few friends
he possessed.
Now he lives a recluse
in his own rooms.
And what's your name,
my dear?
Don't be frightened.
Just tell me your name.
Your name, my dear.
Your name. Your name.
Ah! No, you don't.
You are a lively one,
aren't you?
Why don't you show me
just how lively you can be?
You come here tonight
and show me, huh.
The little vixen.
I'll show her.
Who was that girl?
My lord?
The one that
just went out, idiot.
Just a servant, my lord.
Used to work below, my lord,
in the dungeons.
Used to work below, did she?
In the dungeons, huh?
You're to stay there until
you've learnt your manners.
And to be a bit friendlier.
Come to your senses,
have you?
Somehow,
I thought you would.
You know where you
got to go now, don't you?
Who is it?
My dear.
The girl hid in the forest
for some months...
where she lived
like an animal.
It was here that I found her.
There. That didn't take long,
did it, seor?
This will soon put
some color...
back into her cheeks,
poor mite.
Fancy you finding her
like that.
The angels were certainly
watching over her.
You should take some of this
before you catch a chill...
getting yourself
all wet like that.
Well,
I suppose if you hadn't...
lying there.
Instead of tucked up snug
in your spare bed.
I'll make some for you
when I come down.
Do you much more good
than that stuff.
It's a lucky thing
she didn't lose her baby.
Her baby?
Here you are, my little one.
Drink this.
It'll soon put you
to rights.
No. Now don't try to speak.
Just take a sip or two
of this.
And you can
go back to sleep again.
That's a good girl.
A little more.
Good.
There.
Now you go right back to sleep
and let my herbs...
soothe away
your aches and pains.
What did you say about...
Shh.
A baby?
In a few months there'll be
a little baby in the house...
if the good Lord
spares her.
What's your name,
my little one?
Oh, come now,
you needn't be shy with me.
You haven't spoken a word
since you've been here.
Nobody is going to hurt you.
Now tell me,
what's your name?
Oh, my poor child.
You poor little thing.
Teresa's new interest...
gave me the peace
I needed for my work.
At least, it did, at first.
Here's your nightcap,
seor.
Leave it there, Teresa.
Seor, I'm beginning
to be a bit worried.
What about?
Of course, you may think
me superstitious.
I think...
You may think me
superstitious, but...
I've seen a good deal more
of the world than you have.
The real world, not what you
read about in your old books.
You know,
it will soon be the 25th.
25th?
Of December.
You know what that means.
The 25th is always
on Christmas Day.
Well, then? Christmas Day
is always on the 25th.
Of course, if you're going
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