The Curse of the Werewolf Page #3

Now...

little Leon has

no real father or mother.

And yet he needs

their love and care

far more than

any normal child.

I understand, Father.

And I shall do my best

to replace that love.

I know you will, my son.

But is there no cure?

Only love.

When he is older...

he may meet

a young girl...

whom he will love

very deeply.

But what is more important...

she should love him

very deeply.

Then he may be saved.

It was no ordinary wolf...

gentlemen.

No ordinary wolf...

would tear out the throat...

and drain blood.

Drain blood?

Every last drop.

Well, if it wasn't a wolf,

what was it?

Last night...

was the night

of the full moon.

And do you know

what that means?

What?

Here.

Who's going to pay

for all these drinks?

Give it to him.

It means that...

things are abroad.

Things?

What sort of things?

Strange things...

that should not be

spoken of.

Good day, seor, seora.

Well,

whatever it is out there...

my husband

will get rid of it.

Won't you, my dear?

Just gonna give this

a clean.

Ah.

That should keep

your nightmares away.

Yes, Uncle.

I'll have a wolf steak

and potato.

Now, listen all of you.

I've had just about

enough of this.

If any one of you makes

another insulting remark...

about my good husband...

he goes out of that door.

I hit that animal,

fair and square.

Must be dead. I...

Pepe,

you might have lent me a hand.

Oh, what's happened

to my crucifix?

I had to do it.

It was the only way.

But that crucifix was blessed

by the Archbishop himself.

So much the better,

my dear.

Leon.

Leon.

So it was you all the time.

Leon grew into a fine lad...

and the care and affection

that Teresa and I gave him...

seemed to cure him completely

of his terrible sickness.

Now, if you

don't like the place,

you come straight back.

Promise?

I promise.

Why you can't stay here and work

with your father, I don't know.

Now, Teresa, it's only natural

he should want to make

his own way in the world.

I admire him for it.

Thank you, Father.

Oh, but working

in the vineyard...

Oh, Teresa.

Goodbye, Father.

Goodbye, my boy.

Oh, your money,

have you got

your money safe?

It's here, Aunt Teresa.

Well, Teresa?

We must thank God, seor.

He has given

Leon back to us.

Who are you?

Oh, I'm Leon Carido.

Seor.

Seor.

Are you strong?

Oh, yes.

You look strong.

Do you like work?

Yes.

When I'm paid for it, seor.

You better come in.

This is where

you'll work.

The hours are 7:
00 to 10:00,

with a half hour for lunch.

And the pay's

six pesetas.

You sleep in there.

Jose here will tell you

what to do.

My name's Leon.

You heard mine all ready.

Jose. Welcome.

He, uh, said you'd tell me

what I had to do.

Oh, it's easy.

There's the wine, you see?

Red in there,

white in there.

There's the bottles...

and there's the labels.

You put the wine inside.

You put the labels outside.

Who's that?

Well, uh,

The old misery is

Don Fernando,

but you know that

already, don't you?

Uh, the young misery

is young Gomez...

his father owns this place.

And, uh,

the pretty one...

the one you really

want to know about.

That's Fernando's daughter.

And to start you asking your

next question, they're engaged.

That makes Daddy Fernando

very happy.

Does it make her happy?

Well, what do you think?

I mean, just look at him.

Drive on.

Wave, child, wave.

Really, Cristina, I think you

might try and be more gracious

to your future husband.

She's coming this way.

Well,

it's not to see you.

So don't get yourself

excited.

I've, um, come to apologize,

seor.

Apologize?

It was you we splashed,

wasn't it?

With the carriage?

There's no need for you

to apologize, seorita.

If I don't,

I'm sure no one else will.

My name is Cristina Fernando.

Seorita.

And you?

Leon.

Leon Carido. I've, uh,

just started work here.

I know. I, um,

hope you'll be happy here.

Thank you. I'm sure I shall.

Yes,

I'm sure you will, too.

It's very unfair.

This is the third evening

running you've had a headache...

and we've had to

come home early.

I can't help

having headaches, Rico.

No, but it's beastly

inconvenient, all the same.

And I was winning, too.

100 pesetas,

I stood to win...

If it's the money...

No, it's not the money.

What is it, then?

Well, it-it's very unfair,

that's what it is.

Hey.

Look.

Oh, well.

Wish you were real,

darling.

In the absence of

anything better to do...

I'm for bed.

Don't wear your eyes out. And

don't use up all that candle.

I've got better things

to spend my money on.

Hey, talking about money,

you know what tomorrow is,

don't you?

It's Saturday.

We must celebrate.

Celebrate?

It's payday.

Music and dancing.

Don't forget that candle.

Good night, Rico.

Thank you.

Good night.

Is that you, Cristina?

Yes, Papa.

You're back early.

Enjoy yourself?

Yes, Papa.

Good. Straight to bed, now.

Yes, Papa.

Oh, I thought you were

never coming.

I thought I'd

never get here.

This is just a dream.

No, no,

this is real, Cristina.

What if my father

finds out?

Come away with me, Cristina.

If it were only

as simple as that.

I love you.

I know.

I want you to marry me.

I can't, I can't,

you know that.

It's all been arranged for me.

I'm to marry Rico Gomez.

Marry me, Cristina.

Oh, my father

would never let me.

I'll speak to him.

Let me speak to your father.

Oh, you mustn't.

Promise me you won't?

He'd send you away.

We'd never see

each other again.

He'd see to that...

Anybody there?

He must have heard us.

Tomorrow?

I can't tomorrow.

Sunday, then?

Sunday.

I've never heard anything so

ridiculous in my whole life.

Staying in on your own

on Saturday night.

Pay night.

It's unthinkable.

In fact, come to think of it,

it's downright immoral.

All right. I give in.

Now, that's better.

Where do we go?

Oh, do you like

good food, wine...

fine music,

wonderful dancing, and...

beautiful girls?

There's this place I know,

just outside town.

It's quiet, mind,

very respectable.

You all right?

What's the matter, dear?

You are not feeling

very well.

Why don't you get some

fresh air? Come on.

Go out on the terrace.

Wishing on the moon?

Did I make you jump? Sorry.

Anyway, it's a new moon

you wish on, isn't it?

What?

You are slow, aren't you?

Don't you feel very well?

No.

No, I don't.

What you need

is a little lie down.

You can come up to my room,

if you like.

Oh, don't worry about her

in there.

We can slip up the back way.

Your friend wasn't feeling

very well.

He's gone for some

fresh air.

Oh, doesn't he look pretty?

Charming.

Waiter, more wine.

You don't care

what you spend, do you?

Money is no object,

my dear.

Bravo.

This will make you

feel better.

Not very talkative

are you, dear?

Still...

I like a man

who doesn't chatter.

I get enough of that

from the other girls.

Here...

why don't I make you

more comfortable?

There.

That's better, isn't it?

What's the matter, dear?

Worrying about

your girlfriend downstairs?

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