How beautifully dramatic.
The crudest savage exhibition of nature at her worst without. . .
And we three,
we elegant three within.
l should like to think that an irate Jehovah
was pointing those arrows of lightning directly at my head,
the unbowed head of George Gordon Lord Byron,
England's greatest sinner.
But l cannot flatter myself to that extent.
Possibly those thunders are for our dear Shelley,
heaven's applause for England's greatest poet.
What of my Mary?
BYRON: She is an angel.
You think so.
You hear?
Come, Mary. Come and watch the storm.
You know how lightning alarms me.
Shelley, darling, will you please light these candles for me?
(LAUGHS) Oh, Mary, darling.
Astonishing creature.
l, Lord Byron?
Frightened of thunder, fearful of the dark,
and yet you have written a tale
that sent my blood into icy creeps.
Look at her, Shelley.
Can you believe that bland and lovely brow conceived of Frankenstein,
a monster created from cadavers out of rifled graves?
lsn't it astonishing?
l don't know why you should think so.
What do you expect?
Such an audience needs something stronger
than a pretty little love story.
So, why shouldn't l write of monsters?
No wonder Murray has refused to publish the book.
He says his reading public would be too shocked.
lt will be published, l think.
Then, darling, you will have much to answer for.
The publishers did not see that my purpose was to write a moral lesson
of the punishment that befell a mortal man who dared to emulate God.
Well, whatever your purpose may have been, my dear,
l take great relish in savoring each separate horror.
l roll them over on my tongue.
Don't, Lord Byron. Don't remind me of it tonight.
What a setting in that churchyard, to begin with.
The sobbing women, the first clod of earth on the coffin.
That was a pretty chill.
Frankenstein and the dwarf
stealing the body out of its new-made grave,
cutting the hanged man down from the gallows,
where he swung creaking in the wind.
The cunning of Frankenstein in his mountain laboratory,
taking dead men apart and building up a human monster,
so fearful and so horrible,
that only a half-crazed brain could have devised.
And then the murders...
The little child drowned.
Henry Frankenstein himself
thrown from the top of the burning mill
by the very monster he had created.
And it was these fragile white fingers that penned the nightmare.
Oh ! You've made me prick myself, Byron.
lt's bleeding.
There, there.
l do think it a shame, Mary, to end your story quite so suddenly.
That wasn't the end at all.
Would you like to hear what happened after that?
l feel like telling it.
lt's the perfect night for mystery and horror.
The air itself is filled with monsters.
l'm all ears.
While heaven blasts the night without, open up your pits of hell.
Well, then, imagine yourself standing by the wreckage of the mill.
The fire is dying down.
Soon the bare skeleton of the building will be visible,
the gaunt rafters against the sky.
Well, l must say, that's the best fire l ever saw in all me life!
What are you crying for?
lt's terrible.
l know it's terrible, but after all them murders,
and poor Mr. Henry being brought home to die,
l'm glad to see the monster roasted to death before my very eyes.
lt's too good for him.
lt's all the Devil's work,
and you better cross yourself quick, Marta, before he gets you.
Come along, come along. lt's all over.
Get back to your homes. Go to sleep.
Whoo!
There it goes again ! lt ain't burned out at all. There's more yet.
lsn't the monster dead yet?
lt's high time every decent man and wife was in bed.
That's his insides, caught at last.
lnsides is always the last to be consumed.
Move on. You've had enough excitement for one night.
This strange man you call a monster is dead.
"Monster," indeed.
You may thank your lucky stars
they sent for me to safeguard life and property.
Why didn't you safeguard those what lies drowned and murdered?
Come now. We want no rioting. No riots.
Who's rioting?
Move on, move on.
Good night, all, and pleasant dreams.
Ah, pleasant dreams, yourself.
Thinks he's everybody, just because he's the burgomaster. (SCOFFlNG)
(WOMAN SOBBlNG) Poor Mr. Henry.
He was to have been married today
to that lovely girl, Elizabeth.
Cover him up.
Someone must break the news to the poor girl.
Ride as fast as you can to the castle
and tell the old Baron Frankenstein we are bringing his son home.
Oh, dear.
Oh, shut up.
Come home, Hans. The monster is dead now.
Nothing could be left alive in that furnace.
Why do you stay here?
l want to see with me own eyes.
Oh, Hans, he must be dead.
And dead or alive, nothing can bring our little Maria back to us.
lf l can see his blackened bones,
l can sleep at night.
Come back, Hans!
You will be burned yourself!
Maria drowned to death and you burned up.
What should l do then?
No!
Ah !
Hans! Hans, where are you?
Hans! Are you all right?
l hear you. Here.
Give me your hand, Hans.
Here.
Oh, heaven, what is this?
Henry.
Tell me.
Oh, milady, how can we tell you?
Bring him in.
Albert!
What do you want?
lt's alive! The monster. . . lt's alive!
Oh, shut up, you old fool.
l saw it.
lt ain't turned to no skeleton at all.
lt lived right through the fire.
Go bite your tongue off. We don't believe in ghosts.
Nobody'll believe me.
All right. l wash my hands of it.
Let 'em all be murdered in their beds, for all of me. Hmph !
Speak to me, Henry.
Oh, milady, he'll never speak again.
l was foretold of this.
l was told beware my wedding night.
(ALL WEEPlNG)
Ahhh !
Oh ! Look! Milady! He's alive!
Henry, darling !
Elizabeth.
Oh, what a terrible wedding night!
You can go to bed now, Mary.
You'll soon be better, Henry.
l feel almost myself again.
As soon as you're strong enough, we'll go away
and forget all this horrible experience.
Forget?
lf only l could forget, but it's never out of my mind.
l've been cursed for delving into the mysteries of life.
Perhaps death is sacred, and l've profaned it.
For what a wonderful vision it was!
l dreamed of being the first to give to the world
the secret that God is so jealous of.
The formula for life.
Think of the power to create a man.
And l did. l did it! l created a man. And who knows?
ln time l could have trained him to do my will.
l could have bred a race.
l might even have found the secret of eternal life.
Henry, don't say those things. Don't think them.
lt's blasphemous and wicked.
We are not meant to know those things.
lt may be that l'm intended to know the secret of life.
lt may be part of the divine plan.
No. No! lt's the Devil that prompts you.
lt's death, not life, that is in it all and at the end of it all.
Listen, Henry.
While you have been lying here, tossing in your delirium,
l couldn't sleep.
And when you raved of your insane desire
to create living men from the dust of the dead,
a strange apparition has seemed to appear in the room.
lt comes, a figure like death,
and each time it comes more clearly, nearer.
lt seems to be reaching out for you
as if it would take you away from me!
There it is! Look! There!
l see nothing, Elizabeth. Where?
There's nothing there.
There! There! lt's coming for you ! Nearer! Henry!
Henry! Henry! Henry!
Albert!
Drat the man. He's never here when he's wanted.
What's the good of stuffed footmen, anyway?
All right. All right!
Don't knock the castle over. We're not all dead yet.
There's nobody at home.
Let me in, my good woman.
l know the young Baron Frankenstein is at home.
He's sick.
He's in his bed, where all decent folk
should be at this time of night.
Tell him that Dr. Pretorius is here
on a secret matter of grave importance
and must see him alone, tonight.
Dr. Pretorius?
Pretorius?
(MUTTERlNG)
What was the. . . What was the name?
Dr. Pretorius.
Ain't no such name.
Now you stay there.
Who's there?
lt's Minnie, milady.
Oh, come in.
lt's Dr. Pretorius.
He says he wants to see the master. Most insistent.
Pretorius?
He's a very queer-looking old gentleman, sir,
and must see you on a secret grave matter, he said.
Tonight, alone.
Bring him in.
Henry, who is this man?
Dr. Pretorius.
Baron Frankenstein, now, l believe.
Won't you come in, Doctor?
l trust you will pardon this intrusion at so late an hour.
l would not have ventured to come
had l not a communication to make,
which l suspect may be of the utmost importance to yourself.
This is Professor Pretorius.
He used to be Doctor of Philosophy at the university, but. . .
But was booted out.
"Booted," my dear Baron, is the word for knowing too much.
Henry's been very ill, Professor. He shouldn't be disturbed.
l am also a doctor, Baroness.
Why have you come here tonight?
My business with you, Baron, is private.
Elizabeth, please.
l do hope he won't upset Henry.
What do you want?
We must work together.
Never. This is outrageous.
l'm through with it. l'll have no more of this hell's spawn.
As soon as l'm well, l'm to be married, and l'm going away.
l must beg you to reconsider.
You know, do you not, that it is you, really,
who are responsible for all those murders?
There are penalties to pay for killing people,
and with your creature still at large in the countryside. . .
Are you threatening me?
Don't put it so crudely.
l have ventured to hope that you and l together,
no longer as master and pupil, but as fellow scientists,
might probe the mysteries of life and death. . .
Never. No further.
. . .and reach a goal undreamed of by science.
l can't make any further experiments. l've had a terrible lesson.
That is sad, very sad.
But you and l have gone too far to stop.
Nor can it be stopped so easily.
l also have continued with my experiments.
That is why l am here tonight.
You must see my creation.
Have you also succeeded in bringing life to the dead?
lf you, Herr Baron, will do me the honor of visiting my humble abode,
l think you will be interested in what l have to show you.
After 20 years of secret scientific research and countless failures,
l also have created life, as we say, in God's own image.
l must know. When can l see it?
l thought you might change your mind.
Why not tonight? lt is not very late.
ls it far?
No, but you will need a coat.
l think your coachman had better wait here.
Won't you sit down, Herr Baron?
Before l show you the results of my trifling experiments,
l would like to drink to our partnership.
Do you like gin? lt is my only weakness.
To a new world of gods and monsters!
The creation of life is enthralling.
Distinctly enthralling, is it not?
l cannot account precisely for all that l am going to show you,
but perhaps now that you are my partner, you can.
My experiments did not turn out quite like yours, Henry,
but science, like love, has her little surprises, as you shall see.
Good heavens, Doctor. What are these?
There is a pleasing variety about my exhibits.
My first experiment was so lovely that we made her a queen.
Charming, don't you think?
Then, of course, we had to have a king.
Now he's so madly in love with her that we have to segregate them.
Now, now.
l have to be very careful with the king.
Now, behave.
My next production looked so disapprovingly at the other two
that they made him an archbishop.
He seems to be asleep. l must wake him up.
The next one is the very Devil.
Very bizarre, this little chap.
There's a certain resemblance to me, don't you think?
Or do l flatter myself?
l took a great deal of pains with him.
Sometimes l have wondered
whether life wouldn't be much more amusing
if we were all devils, and no nonsense about angels and being good.
Oh ! There's the king out again.
Even royal amours are a nuisance.
Poor archbishop. He has his hands full.
There. That will keep you quiet.
My little ballerina is charming, but such a bore.
She won't dance to anything but Mendelssohn's Spring Song,
and it gets so monotonous.
My next is very conventional, l'm afraid,
but you can never tell how these things will turn out.
lt was an experiment with seaweed.
Normal size has been my difficulty.
You did achieve size.
l need to work that out with you.
But this isn't science.
lt's more like black magic.
You think l'm mad. Perhaps l am.
But listen, Henry Frankenstein.
While you were digging in your graves,
piecing together dead tissues,
l, my dear pupil, went for my materials to the source of life.
l grew my creatures, like cultures,
grew them as nature does, from seed.
But still, you did achieve results that l have missed.
Now think, what a world-astounding collaboration we should be,
you and l, together.
No. No, no, no.
Leave the charnel house and follow the lead of nature,
or of God, if you like your Bible stories.
"Male and female created He them."
"Be fruitful and multiply."
Create a race, a man-made race, upon the face of the earth.
Why not?
l daren't! l daren't even think of such a thing.
Our mad dream is only half realized.
Alone, you have created a man.
Now, together, we will create his mate.
You mean. . .
Yes. A woman.
That should be really interesting.
No.
Don't touch me!
There she is! Quick!
There he is! Shoot!
Run to the village, quick! lt's the monster. Tell the burgomaster.
He's in the woods!
What is it now?
The monster, he's in the woods.
Get out the bloodhounds. Raise all the men you can.
Lock the women indoors, and wait for me.
Now then ! Monster, indeed.
l'll show him. Follow me.
Where is he?
Bind him securely. l don't want anything slipshod.
Tie his feet first.
His feet first!
l get no cooperation, none at all !
Have you got him? That's what l want to know.
Have you got him?
Of course we've got him, my good woman.
And a good job, too. Mind he don't get loose again.
He might do some damage and hurt somebody.
Bring him down when you've bound him.
You want any help there? l'll bind him !
Now, take him down to the old dungeon. Put him in chains.
There you are. Quite simple.
Now, take him out.
Come on, men. Get back to your work.
Keep still.
Now, that'll do. That's quite enough.
Now come down and lock your door.
We can't take all day over this.
l'd hate to find him under my bed at night.
He's a nightmare in the daylight, he is.
Get away there! Clear that window!
You mind your own business, and see he doesn't get out of here.
He's dangerous.
Now l can get back to more important duties.
And leave us to ours.
What? Good night, sir.
Monster, indeed. Tush, tush.
He's loose!
Shoot him !
Help! He's loose!
Go to your homes. Just an escaped lunatic.
Merely wanted someone to handle it, that's all.
Quite harmless.
Look here. Why don't you shoot him?
Oh, he's coming !
Where's Freida?
She's gone.
Freida! Freida!
Freida! Where is Freida?
She just left.
Oh, look!
Freida!
Oh, what have they done to you?
Mrs. Neumann !
Oh ! Come on !
Mrs. Neumann !
Poor old Neumann.
Where's his wife, Frau Neumann?
Frau Neumann !
MAN: Frau Neumann ! Frau Neumann !
There's another one, in there.
Frau Neumann !
Ramona, you stay close to me.
We'd better get away from these parts. lt isn't safe.
Why?
l'm frightened. The monster.
Ah ! There's no danger. He's safe in jail, and they'll keep him there.
Where's the pepper and salt? We've got no pepper and salt.
All right, Mother. l'll get it. Don't worry.
You shall have your meat. Ah !
Get away from there!
Who's there?
Who is it?
You're welcome, my friend, whoever you are.
Who are you?
l think you're a stranger to me.
l cannot see you.
l cannot see anything.
You must please excuse me, but l'm blind.
Come in, my poor friend. No one will hurt you here.
lf you're in trouble, perhaps l can help you,
but you need not tell me about it if you don't want to.
What's the matter?
You're hurt, my poor friend. Come.
Sit down.
Now tell me, who are you?
l don't understand.
Can you not speak?
lt's strange.
Perhaps. . . Perhaps you're afflicted, too.
l cannot see, and you cannot speak.
ls that it?
lf you understand what l'm saying, put your hand on my shoulder.
That is good.
No.
You stay here.
l'll get you some food.
We shall be friends.
l have prayed many times
for God to send me a friend.
lt's very lonely here,
and it's been a long time since any human being came into this hut.
l shall look after you,
and you will comfort me.
And now you must lie down and go to sleep.
Yes, yes.
Now you must sleep.
Our Father, l thank Thee,
that in Thy great mercy,
Thou hast taken pity on my great loneliness,
and now, out of the silence of the night,
hast brought two of Thy lonely children together,
and sent me a friend
to be a light to mine eyes
and a comfort in time of trouble.
Amen.
And now, for our lesson.
Remember? This is bread. Bread.
Bread.
And this is wine to drink.
Drink. Drink.
Good.
We are friends, you and l.
Friends.
Good.
And now, for a smoke.
No, no, this is good. Smoke. You try.
Smoke.
Mmm ! Mmm !
Good. Good.
Good.
Before you came, l was all alone.
lt is bad to be alone.
Alone, bad.
Friend, good.
Friend, good !
And now, come here.
And what is this?
This is wood for the fire.
Wood.
And this is fire.
No, no. Fire is good.
Fire, no good.
There is good, and there is bad.
Good. Bad.
Good !
Music? A-ha!
Can you tell us how to get out of this wood? We've lost our way.
Come in, friends, and rest awhile.
Look.
lt's the monster!
What are you doing? This is my friend.
Friend? This is the fiend that's been murdering half the countryside.
Good heavens, man. Can't you see?
Oh ! He's blind !
He isn't human !
Frankenstein made him out of dead bodies!
My friend. My poor friend. Why do you do this?
Friend.
Look.
MAN: Which way did he go?
This way! He's gone this way! Over the hill.
Friend.
l can smell the ghosts already.
l never could stand graves.
Shut up and follow me.
Read the inscription.
What does it say?
"Died 1 899. Madeline Ernestine, beloved daughter of. . ."
Oh, never mind that. How old was she?
"Age 1 9 years, three months."
Well, that's the one. Get to work.
What are you waiting for?
Mercy on us.
You want me to send you to the gallows where you belong?
Could be no worse than this.
Well, are you ready?
Yes.
Well, here goes.
Pretty little thing in her way, wasn't she?
l hope her bones are firm.
lt heaves lighter now.
Yes.
Well, Doctor, l guess that's all for tonight.
Can we go home now?
Yes. l shall wait here for a bit. l rather like this place.
Be careful nobody sees you leave.
All right. We know.
And leave me that lantern down there.
All right, all right!
lf there's much more like this, what do you say, pal?
We give ourselves up and let 'em hang us.
That goes for me, too.
This is no life for murderers.
l give you the monster.
Oh. l thought l was alone.
Good evening.
Smoke.
Friend.
Yes, l hope so.
Have a cigar. They are my only weakness.
Good, good.
Drink, good.
Good.
You make man like me?
No. Woman.
Friend for you.
Woman. Friend.
Yes.
l want friend like me.
l think you can be very useful,
and you will add a little force to the argument, if necessary.
Do you know who Henry Frankenstein is and who you are?
Yes, l know.
Made me from dead.
l love dead.
Hate living.
You're wise in your generation.
We must have a long talk,
and then, l have an important call to make.
Woman.
Friend.
Wife.
That Dr. Pretorius is here again, sir.
There. l knew it.
Send him away. l won't see him.
l certainly will.
Good evening, Henry.
Baroness, l've not yet had the opportunity
of offering you my congratulations on your marriage.
Pray accept them now.
Dr. Pretorius,
l don't know what your business is with my husband,
but whatever it may be, l tell you frankly
that l am not frightened of it or of you.
Henry's been very ill. He's in no state to be alarmed or annoyed.
Your visit now is most unwelcome.
Henry, l heard the carriage drive up.
l'll see that the baggage is put in.
Then we're leaving.
l think you know why l am here, Henry.
All the necessary preparations are made.
My part in the experiment is complete.
l have created by my method a perfect human brain,
already living but dormant.
Everything is now ready for you and me
to begin our supreme collaboration.
No, no. Don't tell me of it. l don't want to hear!
l've changed my mind.
l won't do it.
l expected this.
l thought we might need another assistant.
Perhaps he can persuade you.
Nothing can persuade me.
We shall see.
No! Not that!
Oh, he's quite harmless,
except when crossed.
Frankenstein.
Yes. There have been developments since he came to me.
Sit down.
What do you want?
You know.
This is your work.
Yes.
l'll have no hand in such a monstrous thing.
Yes. Must.
Get him out.
l won't even discuss it until he's gone.
Go now.
Go!
Must do it.
Never.
Nothing can make me go on with it.
Now.
Put the bags in the carriage, and l'll be out in a moment.
Go and tell the master to hurry, Minnie, or we shall lose the train.
Excuse me for being so nervous, milady,
but l don't like leaving you alone.
Oh, nonsense, Minnie. l shall be all right.
l hope so, milady.
ls that you, Henry?
Henry! Henry, help!
Henry!
Milady!
Elizabeth !
The mistress!
What is it? What's the matter?
Oh, sir! She's gone!
The monster! He's got her! l saw it!
The Baroness is gone!
This is Pretorius' doing.
Quick, search parties! There's not a moment to lose.
l charge you, as you value your mistress' life,
to do nothing and say nothing of this episode.
l assure you that the Baroness will be safely returned,
if you will leave everything to me.
Nothing, that is, except what he demands.
l can find no trace of Elizabeth.
Oh, l admit l'm beaten.
But if you can bring her back, l'll do anything that you want.
Are you ready to complete with me this final experiment?
What about Elizabeth?
She is well and will be safely returned if you will proceed.
l'm ready.
Ah.
Mind the steps. They're a bit slimy, l expect.
l think it's a charming touch.
lt is interesting to think, Henry, that once upon a time,
we should have been burned at the stake
as wizards for this experiment.
HENRY: Doctor.
l think the heart is beating.
Look. lt's beating, but the rhythm of the beat is uneven.
lncrease the saline solution.
ls there any life yet?
No. Not life itself yet.
This is only the simulacrum of life.
This action only responds when the current is applied.
We must be patient.
The human heart is more complex
than any other part of the body.
Look. The beat is increasing.
Yes.
lt's stopped.
Shall l increase the current?
This heart is useless.
l must have another,
and it must be sound and young.
Karl.
You must go to your friend at the accident hospital.
What we need is a female victim of sudden death.
Can you do it?
You promise me 1 ,000 crowns?
lt will be well worth it, and the Baron will pay.
Yes, yes. Go and get it.
l'll try.
There are always accidental deaths occurring.
Always.
l'll get your heart. l'll go into that room.
l'll go into that room, and l'll take my knife out and l'll get it.
l'll hold her down, and there'll she be.
Where, l ask you. Where will she be?
A thousand crowns.
lt's beating perfectly,
just as in life!
Oh, if only l can keep it going until. . .
lt was a very fresh one.
Where did you get it?
l gave the gendarme 50 crowns.
What gendarme?
lt was a. . .
Police case.
Yes, very sad, only we can't bother about that now.
Can l do anything?
No, no, no!
l can work better alone.
Work.
Where's Elizabeth? Have you brought her?
She wait. l wait.
l'm exhausted. l must get sleep.
Work. Finish. Then sleep.
l can't work like this!
He must go away. Send him away.
l'll settle him for a little while.
Drink.
Good.
That'll keep you quiet.
Elizabeth. She's dead.
Elizabeth is alive, and she is well.
l don't believe you !
l have proof.
Proof?
ln a few moments from now,
she will speak to you from where she is
through this electrical machine.
Where is she?
Not far from here.
Speak, and she will hear you and answer.
Yes? Yes, this is Henry.
Henry, yes, l'm safe. But, Henry, how long?
Come for me. l'm in a cave. . .
Elizabeth? Elizabeth ! She's gone.
That is all now, but you heard her.
Yes. She's alive.
As soon as our work is completed,
she will be returned to you.
The heart is beating more regularly now.
Yes. lt's been beating for nine hours.
Not yet, but soon.
And the brain?
Perfect and already in position.
Then we are almost ready.
Almost.
Shall we put the heart in now?
Yes.
Ludwig !
lt's beating quite normally now.
Bring it over.
(THUNDER RUMBLlNG)
The storm is rising.
All right.
The air is heavy with electricity.
lt's going to be a terrific storm.
We shall be ready.
lsn't it amazing, Henry, that lying here, within this skull,
is an artificially developed human brain,
each cell, each convolution, ready, waiting for life to come.
Look.
The storm is coming up over the mountains.
lt will be here soon.
The kites! Are the kites ready?
Yes!
Then send them up as soon as the wind rises.
Hurry, hurry.
The kites! The kites! Get 'em ready!
KARL: Ludwig !
Seems that he wants the kites!
Stand back.
Stand by the roof!
Cosmic diffuser!
Wires! Send down your wires!
All right, stop your windlass. l'm coming up.
Now, up with the kites.
You take number two, Ludwig.
You've checked your connections?
Yes.
Stand by!
Let go number one.
Let it go, Karl !
(HUMMlNG)
lt's coming up!
Go back. Go back down !
Go down !
No, don't! No! Get away! Frankenstein !
Get away! Get away!
No, don't.
No. Don't come near me!
Get away! Don't! No!
No! Get back!
Don't! Don't! Don't!
Raise the cosmic diffuser.
Remove the diffuser bands.
She's alive! Alive!
The bride of Frankenstein.
MONSTER: Friend?
Friend?
Stand back. Stand back!
She hate me.
Like others.
Look out! The lever!
PRETORlUS: Get away from that lever!
You'll blow us all to atoms.
Henry!
Undo the door! Henry!
Get back! Get back!
l won't unless you come!
But l can't leave them ! l can't!
Yes. Go.
You live!
Go.
You stay.
We belong dead.
Darling. Darling.