4x-xx-xx ep33The Cask of Amontillado

In this cave with restless sea, we are meant to call from out of the past stories strange and weird. Bellkeeper told the bell so that all may know we are gathered again in the weird circle.

To the past, bantoms of a world gone by speak again the immortal tale. The cast of a monthillado.

Jestas bells. For forty years I've lived with the sound of those bells. Fools bells. Jestas bells. They call me rich old Angela Montresor. Ending me my palazzo and my well-stocked wine cellars. My vast estates and honored reputation.

Little do they know that all I possess is dust and ashes. For I am a man who longs for death. But years ago, in this same lovely Italian town, I was the young Angelo, filled with dreams of the future, happy in the company of my good friend, Fortunato.

We were walking together one spring evening in the Piazza Santa Anne. Come Angelo, here's the cafe. They say, Pepo keeps your old wines. I should like to sample some. I know you fancy yourself a great connoisseur, vintageist for to not to me, but I shall not join you now, for I am meeting Lucia.

You and your Lucia. Let's have a glass or two. Keep awaiting. That's good for any girl. Lucia isn't any girl. She's the bright star of my life. I love her very dearly. Love. You may love her, but what makes you think you can win her?

What have you to offer to son-in-law, a likely face and figure, granted? But well, I'm my uncle's heir. Baldumantresau's a long-lived. Have you business sense brains? Ambition? My ambition is to have Lucia for my wife, a small car.