The Wolf Man - 1941 | Story and Screenshots

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Moments later, Sir John has joined Lloyd and Montford in the living room.

Montford: I'm not accusing him of foul play, Sir John, but, after all, two people are dead, and I am chief constable.

Lloyd: That's no reason to make a great mystery out of it. You talk like a detective in a novel.

Sir John: Now, please, gentlemen. There's a very simple explanation. A dog or a wolf attacked Jenny Williams, that's proven. When she cried for help, Larry and Bela went to her rescue. It was dark. Excitement and confusion. The Gypsy was killed.

Montford: What about Bela's bare feet?

Lloyd: He just didn't have time to put his shoes on.

Montford: What about this non-existent wound?

Sir John: Larry imagined he had been bitten. After all, the beast jumped at him and tore his coat to shreds.

Montford: Still, he insists he received a wound. You tell me his coat was bloody when the two women brought him in. Surely a wound can't heal overnight.

Lloyd: The patient is mentally disturbed. Perhaps the shock did it. I'd rather you didn't bother him with questions just now.

Sir John: You policemen are always in a hurry. As if dead men hadn't all eternity.

Montford: Well, you'll be declaring me a mental case next.

Lloyd (chuckles): Oh, no. I wouldn't dare.

Montford: Thank you. In return, I won't question your patient again, until you think fit.

Lloyd: Thank you.

Some time later, we see a horse-drawn cart with a coffin in the back. Across the street, Larry stands by a store smoking a cigarette as the cart comes to a halt. Two elderly women nearby are also watching both the coffin and Larry.

Old Woman 1: It's the Gypsy fortune-teller.

Old Woman 2: And the man that killed him.

The old women scurry off while Larry follows the two men carrying the coffin. They take the coffin inside a crypt. Larry ducks behind a corner to avoid being seen as the two men exit the room. Once he's alone, Larry approaches the coffin and begins to open the lid section, but he hears a voice nearby.

Rev. Norman: But, my dear woman, we can't bury this man without prayer.

Larry hides in a corner while Reverend Norman and Maleva enter the crypt.

Maleva: There is nothing to pray for, sir. Bela has entered a much better world than this. At least, so you ministers always say, sir.

Rev. Norman: 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.

Maleva: For a thousand years, we Gypsies have buried our dead like that. I couldn't break the custom even if I wanted to.

Rev. Norman: Fighting against superstition is as hard as fighting against Satan himself.

Norman leaves her to be alone with Bela, Larry continues to listen while hidden in the dark. She opens the coffin lid.

Maleva: 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.

She bows and leaves the crypt. Larry goes over to the coffin and breaks down in tears.

Later, Gwen is at home talking with her father, Charles, in the parlor.

Charles: 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?

Gwen: I don't want to be alone, Father. As soon as I close my eyes, I see Jenny. I'd rather stay here.

Charles: Why, of course, my dear. Of course.

Charles leaves the room and enters the store area just as five ladies enter. One of them is Jenny William's mother.

Charles: Well, ladies. What can I do for you . . .

Mrs. Williams: Where is she?

Charles: Why? What do you want to know from her?

Mrs. Williams: I want to know why she left my little Jenny all alone with the Gypsy.

Gwen listens from the parlor.

Charles: Well, I suppose she didn't want to be there while the fortune is being told.

Mrs. Williams: Oh, what a lie! You know she just wanted to walk out in the dark with . . .

Charles: Now! You mustn't speak of my Gwen like that.

Mrs. Williams (scoffing): Listen to him! There's a fine father for you.

Woman: How dare you permit her to walk out with other men when she's engaged to Frank Andrews.

Charles: She didn't do anything wrong

Gwen bows her head in sorrow as she listens in on the conversation.

Mrs. Williams: "Anything wrong"? It's because of her that my little Jenny was killed.

Charles: Now that's enough!

Mrs. Williams: She's to blame. I always knew that innocent little face was just . . .

Charles: Now come on, outside! Outside, all of you.

At that moment, Larry enters the store.

Mrs. Williams: 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 . . .

Larry: All right, tell me. (slams the door) Come on. Come on. Speak up. What was it?

The women pedal back and head for the door.

Mrs. Williams: Don't you dare touch me. (to Charles) You and your fine daughter. You've not heard the last of this.

She glares at Charles and then at Larry before they finally exit. Larry glares back, gripping his cane angrily.

Larry: What's gotten into them?

Charles: Well, I really don't know.

Larry: I'm sorry, sir, about getting Gwen into this mess. But there really wasn't anything wrong.

Charles: I trust my daughter, sir.

Larry: I hope she didn't hear all this row. Tell me, is she in?

Charles: Yes, she's in the parlor.

Larry: May I see her, please?

Charles: Why, of course.

Larry: Thank you.

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