The Wolf Man Page #5

Well, you'll be declaring

me a mental case next.

Oh, no.

I wouldn't dare.

Thank you.

In return, I won't question your

patient again, until you think fit.

Thank you.

It's the Gypsy

fortune-teller.

And the man

that killed him.

But, my dear woman, we can't

bury this man without prayer.

There is nothing

to pray for, sir.

Bela has entered a much

better world than this.

At least, so you ministers

always say, sir.

And so it is. But that's no reason

to hold a pagan celebration.

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.

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