The Wolf Man Page #3

I hear your people

are coming to town,

dancing and singing

and making merry.

For a thousand years, we Gypsies

have buried our dead like that.

I couldn't break the custom

even if I wanted to.

Fighting against

superstition is as hard

as fighting

against Satan himself.

The way you walked was thorny,

through no fault of your own.

But as the rain

enters the soil,

the river enters the sea,

so tears run to

a predestined end.

Your suffering is over,

Bela, my son.

Now you will find peace.

But, my dear, there's nothing

they can accuse you of.

Now, here, why don't you go

up to your room and lie down?

I don't want to

be alone, Father.

As soon as I close

my eyes, I see Jenny.

I'd rather stay here.

Why, of course, my dear.

Of course.

Well, ladies. What

can I do for you...

Where is she?

Why, what do you

want to know from her?

I want to know why she left my little

Jenny all alone with the Gypsy.

Well, I suppose she

didn't want to be there

while the fortune

was being told.

Oh, what a lie!

You know she just wanted to

walk out in the dark with...

Now! You mustn't speak

of my Gwen like that.

Listen to him!

There's a fine father for you.

How dare you permit her

to walk out with other men

when she's engaged

to Frank Andrews.

She didn't

do anything wrong.

"Anything wrong"?

It's because of her that my

little Jenny was killed.

Now, that's enough!

She's to blame. I always knew that

innocent little face was just...

Now come on, outside!

Outside, all of you.

You'll not get rid of me

before I know the truth.

I want to know

what she was doing

while my little

Jenny was being murdered.

I'll tell you

what she was doing.

All right, tell me.

Come on. Come on.

Speak up. What was it?

Don't you dare touch me.

You and your fine daughter.

You've not heard

the last of this.

What's gotten into them?

Well, I...

I really don't know.

I'm sorry, sir, about getting

Gwen into this mess.

But there really

wasn't anything wrong.

I trust

my daughter, sir.

I hope that she didn't

hear all this row.

Tell me, is she in?

Yes, she's

in the parlor.

May I see her, please?

Why, of course.

Thank you.

Larry!

Oh, you...

You heard them.

Yes.

I suppose you can't

blame them too much.

Kind of a mess, isn't it?

I came over to tell you

how sorry I am about Jenny.

Tell me, just exactly

what did happen?

Well...

I saw a wolf attacking her,

and I killed it.

In the fight, it bit me.

This morning,

there's no sign of the wound.

Now they're trying

to make me believe

that I killed Bela,

the fortune-teller.

Well, maybe there wasn't a wolf.

It was dark and foggy,

and, well, perhaps

the story I told you

about the werewolf

confused you.

Why does everyone insist

that I'm confused?

Hello, Frank.

Hello, Mr. Conliffe.

Is Gwen in?

Yes, but she

has a visitor.

Larry Talbot?

Yes.

Well, that's all right.

I want to see him, too.

Larry, this is

Frank Andrews.

Quiet.

You'd better take

him outside, Frank.

All right.

Come on, come on.

So that's him, huh?

Yes. We grew up

together.

He looks like

a nice enough chap.

What does he do?

He's the gamekeeper for

your father's estate.

Oh.

Glad to know you,

Andrews.

I just came over to see

that Gwen was all right.

I guess I'd

better be going now.

Goodbye, Gwen.

Goodbye.

Frank, why were

you so rude?

Well, I'm sorry,

but...

I couldn't take my eyes off

that walking stick of his.

Gwen, be careful,

will you?

Careful?

Yes. He's been away

for 18 years, I know,

but he's still the son

of Sir John Talbot.

I see. And I'm

the daughter of Conliffe,

who owns the antique

shop, is that it?

Yes, that and, well, there's something

very tragic about that man,

and I'm sure that nothing but harm

will come to you through him.

Now aren't you

glad I brought you?

There's Larry Talbot.

Let's go and

say hello, eh?

I just wanted to show you

that I'm not jealous.

Larry Talbot!

Saw you walking

along by yourself,

thought you might

like to join us.

Well, thanks. I was

just on my way home.

Don't say that.

Come on. We'll have

some fun together.

Please do,

Larry.

Two guns,

please.

Yes, sir.

See what you can do.

All right.

He seems to be able

to handle a rifle.

Go ahead and shoot,

before he bites you.

Bad luck.

See? Nothing to it.

Care to try another one?

No, thanks.

You win.

He's unstrung.

Long trip-

That unfortunate accident

the other night.

You have been

a long while coming.

I'm not buying anything.

And I am not

selling anything.

I expected you sooner.

I remember you.

That night,

and in the crypt.

Go inside.

You killed the wolf.

Well, there's no

crime in that, is there?

The wolf was Bela.

You think I don't know the

difference between a wolf and a man?

Bela became a wolf,

and you killed him.

A werewolf can be killed

only with a silver bullet,

or a silver knife or a stick

with a silver handle.

You're insane. I tell

you, I killed a wolf!

A plain, ordinary wolf!

Take this charm.

The pentagram,

the sign of the wolf.

It can break

the evil spell.

Evil spell,

pentagram, wolfsbane.

I'm sick of the whole thing!

I'm gonna get out of here.

Whoever is bitten by

a werewolf and lives

becomes a werewolf himself.

Quit handing

me that.

You're just

wasting your time.

The wolf bit you,

didn't he?

Yeah. Yeah,

he did.

Wear this charm

over your heart always.

All right,

I'll take it.

What's it worth to you?

I'll give you...

Do you dare to

show me the wound?

What?

Do you dare to

show me the wound?

Go now,

and Heaven help you!

Larry!

Gwen!

Gosh, I'm glad

to see you.

I thought you

left with Frank.

We had a quarrel,

and then I...

Well, I'll take

you home, then.

We better go this way.

Quite a hectic night,

wasn't it?

Yes.

What's that?

That?

That's a charm. I just

saw the old Gypsy woman.

They give you quite

a sales talk, don't they?

Let me see.

The pentagram.

Yes. She said that

I was a werewolf.

But surely you...

Well, you don't

believe that...

Gwen, I won't

need this.

I want you to have it.

It'll protect you.

Protect me? From whom?

Me. Just in case.

I never accept a present without

giving something in return.

Here's a penny.

That isn't enough.

Why, the Gypsies

are all leaving.

I must go, too.

But, Gwen...

Hey, hey, hey! What's

all the excitement?

There's a werewolf

in camp.

Did you hear that,

Mr. Twiddle?

Of course I did. Otherwise,

I'd be snuggled all in bed.

Sounded like

a wild animal.

Might be some beast

the Gypsies left behind.

Seemed to come

from the churchyard.

Don't stand there talking.

Let's go and see.

Very well, let us

go and have a look.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Good morning.

Morning,

Captain.

It could be

a better one, Doctor.

Good morning, Twiddle.

Good morning, Doctor.

Richardson, eh?

Yes.

Severed jugular.

Is that the way Jenny

Williams was killed?

Yes.

Find something?

Animal tracks.

A Wolf.

Morning, Larry.

You're up early.

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