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(shovel scraping)

(shoes crunching)

(shovel scraping)

(blowing)

(dramatic music)

(clattering)

(grunting)

(shouting)

(body thudding)

(suspenseful music)

(dog barking)

(bell jingling)

- [Body snatcher] I've got it, give us a hand.

(church bell ringing)

You know, you'll get caught one of these days.

And when you are, you'll be for it.

- The smell, is it him or you?

- Won't make a difference then who or what you are.

You'll be for it.

- Well, come on then, help me get him inside.

- Oh, no.

- What's the matter, man?

Afraid?

- I've been in there once.

- What are you afraid of, in God's name?

- What's in there?

Now, give me my money and I'll be off.

- And when you've drunk that, come back and see me.

I might have another job for you!

(instrument clangs)

(gentle music)

- Give me a schnapps, quick.

I've got the money.

Here.

(exhaling) Another.

- Evening, sergeant.

- [Sergeant] Evening.

- Listen, before you turn me in,

I've got something to tell ya.

(humming softly)

- Yes.

That should do it nicely.

(heels clacking distantly)

(dog barking)

(suspenseful music)

My god.

(heels clacking)

(latch rattling)

- Open up.

(knocking)

Open up!

Is there anybody in there?

(fist smashing)

(grunting) (crashing)

Anyone there?

(match striking)

(thrilling music)

(gasps)

It's truth.

(dramatic music)

(mutters)

- Give that to me. - Huh?

- Please give that to me.

- Oh no you don't!

- Careful!

(grunting)

(liquid splashing)

You bloody fool!

- [Sergeant] I don't who you are, sir.

- If you could only appreciate the difficulty

in finding specimens like these.

- I should like an explanation.

- Ruined, quite ruined.

- An explanation of all this.

- What?

- What were you intending to do

with all these bits and pieces, sir?

- If you must know, I'm going to stitch them together.

- Stitch?

- To create a new man, officer.

- Create?

- A new man.

- I arrest you, sir, for sorcery.

- For what?

- Sorcery, sir.

You admit to attempting to resurrect the dead, sir.

- Yes, but.

- Sorcery, sir!

Come with me, please.

You must come with me, sir.

- Simon Helder, you have been found guilty

of one of the vilest of crimes.

How a young man of your breeding and education

could fall so low as to contaminate himself

with this, this disgusting performance.

Skeletons?

Eyeballs?

- I am a doctor, you know.

- I don't know.

Where is your practice?

I see no record of it.

- I've been engaged in research.

(scoffing grunt)

For the good of mankind, but I am qualified.

- That makes your behavior even more despicable.

If we cannot trust even our so-called enlightened men

of science to behave in a manner proper

to a decent and god-fearing citizen

then who are we to trust?

- All I was--

- If you speak again, I shall increase your sentence.

Is that understood?

In fact, we have a precedent to your case.

I find that some years ago a certain baron

was sentenced by this court for a very similar offense.

- Baron?

Who?

- That is no concern of yours.

- Frankenstein.

- (chuckles) You appear to have heard of him.

I'm not surprised.

- I have all his books, his lectures to the academy.

- To return to your case, as I say,

I have decided to extend my leniency to its limits

by only sentencing you to be committed

to the state asylum for the criminally insane

for a period of five years.

After which you will be examined by a medical board

to report on your mental condition.

And if, and only if, that report is satisfactory

will you be released.

(suspenseful music)

(wheels clattering) (hooves pattering)

(chains rattling)

(bell ringing)

- Rather you than me, son.

- Well?

- I've got another one for you.

- What is it? - Young man.

- Violent?

- No, like a lamb.

- You said that about the last one.

- Yeah, yeah, well, I'm sorry about that.

He was quiet enough in there, but this one's all right.

Gentry, I wouldn't wonder.

- Often the worst.

- Yeah.

All right, son, this is it.

Home from home.

Come on.

- That won't be necessary.

- I say what's necessary here.

- Good luck, son.

- There's really no need.

- I say what the needs are here.

Get on.

- I wish to see the director.

- You what?

- I wish to see the director! - Keep your voice down.

Look, I don't know who you bloody think you are.

- And I'm not moving till I have.

(foot crashes)

- [Klauss] Come in, come in.

- I think you heard what he said.

(chuckling)

- Come here, my dear.

I have something to show you.

- Am I addressing the director?

- Who the devil are you?

- Dr. Helder.

- A doctor.

Oh, they didn't tell me they were sending a doctor.

- I see.

- It's really not at all convenient.

- I'm sorry, I really only want some information.

- Information?

Well, of course, I shall be only too happy

to supply you with any information you may require.

Only too happy, naturally.

My paperwork is a little behind with, uh.

I've been very busy you know.

Oh, very, very busy.

But I'm sure we'll be able to sort out anything you

may want to know between us, eh? (chuckles)

(clears throat)

Will you join me in a drink?

- That's most kind of you.

Thank you.

(chuckles)

The information I want is about Baron Frankenstein.

- (stammers) Frankenstein?

- Yes, I believe he was, shall we say,

resident here for some time.

- Oh, he was.

He was, but he's dead.

Died some time ago.

- I see.

- I have papers to prove it, death certificate.

And you could see the grave.

- No, I don't think that'll be necessary,

but thank you for your courtesy, most kind.

- Oh, not at all. (chuckles)

My dear fellow. (chuckles)

You.

You're one of them!

- If by one of them you mean a prisoner, then yes, I am.

- You, you!

How dare you come in here?

How!

Herr Ernst!

- Herr Director.

- What the devil do you think you're playing at

letting this in here?

- But you told him to come in, Herr Director.

- I didn't know he was an inmate then, you dolt!

- I'm sorry, Herr Director.

- Well, get him out, out, out!

- At once, Herr Director.

- I am surrounded by fools.

- I did tell you there's no need--

- Quiet!

I think this young man needs a lesson taught him.

Eh, Hans?

I think the initiation treatment, don't you?

- Is it compulsory?

- (laughs) Oh, yes.

First, we give you a bath.

Come along, my pretties.

I have a nice little treat for you.

Something you'll enjoy.

Make you laugh!

Come along my lovely, here you come!

There we are.

Oh, be a girl now.

Lovely.

Come on, come on, my lovelies.

In you come, come, move along there.

Come.

(inmates chattering)

Come along, in you come.

Oh, you're going to enjoy yourselves, my pretties.

Come on, Angel, you too.

Move aside, give the angel a good view.

Now, be patient, my pretties.

I won't be long.

(inmates chattering)

- [Woman] I'm so glad you liked it.

I always rather fancied myself in blue.

- You did order a bath, sir, didn't you?

(inmates shouting)

Hans, give the gentleman his bath!

(inmates cooing)

(water splashing)

(inmates shouting) (inmates laughing)

(water splashing)

Enjoying that are you, my lovelies?

Told you you would, didn't I?

(water splashing)

- My mother used to say that cleanliness

is next to godliness.

(inmates chattering) (water splashing)

- Go on, Hans, give 'em a bit of a show.

(water splashing)

(inmates laughing)

(groaning)

(water splashing) (inmates chattering)

- Oh, that's nice.

He's going to be nice and clean.

Nice and clean like we all like to be nice and clean.

It's quite right he should have a part.

Oh, that's lovely, yes.

Well, it's a bit rough sometimes, but it can't be helped.

It's all in the.

(water splashing)

- Doctor.

(dramatic music)

- Go back to your rooms now.

There's nothing more for you to see.

It's all over.

Quietly, don't rush.

Sarah.

Sarah, take him to my surgery, please.

See that he dries himself.

Put some salve on those abrasions.

You will follow me.

Wait.

(cane tapping)

(woman whimpering)

- [Klauss] What the devil?

(woman whimpering)

- You may find it impossible to restrain yourself,

but you will not behave like an animal towards my patients.

- [Klauss] How dare you!

- [Victor] I dare because they are my patients.

Mine, not yours.

I have accepted full responsibility for them.

If you want that responsibility returned to you,

then just carry on behaving as you are.

- [Klauss] My dear doctor.

- [Victor] Come along, Gerda.

You can go now.

All right.

It's all right.

Hans, take this young lady to her room.

- Yes, Herr Doctor.

Not you.

Stay here.

If that happens again, I shall leave this place.

- But how can you leave?

- Quite simply, by walking out of the door.

The baron is dead, remember?

We killed him.

As resident doctor, I can leave here whenever I choose.

- Oh my dear Victor, I.

Doctor Victor, it won't happen again.

I can assure you, absolutely.

I mean, the girl came in here asking me for my help

and before I knew what was happening she was--

- I don't want to hear your excuses.

- Excuses?

- Even if I were to believe them.

I came to see you about another matter.

Two of your thugs have been maltreating our new arrival.

- Who?

The young man? - Yes!

I have warned you about it before.

As director of this asylum,

you are responsible for the conduct of your staff.

Is that not so?

- Well, yes, I.

- In here.

- The Herr Doctor tells me that you've been

maltreating one of the patients.

- We just gave him a bath, Herr Director.

- With the fire hose?

You're fined a week's pay and lose your privileges.

- But it was Hans that did it.

- Then you're both fined, out!

(Director chuckles)

It's just a matter of showing them who's master.

(clears throat) Well, will you join me in a brandy?

You're looking a little tired.

I hadn't expected you back so soon.

- Neither had they, apparently.

- Quite. (brandy splashing)

- I came back early because I was unable

to collect the medical supplies I'd ordered in Carlsbad.

They refused to let me take them

because the last consignment has not yet been paid for.

- You must admit that some of the items

were unusual, doctor.

You see, the allowance that our very generous state

gives us is for the usual medical supplies.

Ointments, lotions, bandages, that sort of thing,

but not some of the things listed here.

- The state also makes an allowance for library books,

books for the patients,

not collector's items such as you have here, like this.

- You've made your point.

The account will be settled.

- When?

- Tomorrow.

- At what time?

- Before noon.

Will that satisfy you?

You really are looking very tired.

Overwork, that's what that is.

You need an assistant.

Would you like me to advertise for one for you?

- No, thank you.

- Well, as you will.

Now I'll have that brandy.

Oh, you'll join me then, good.

- No, I won't join you.

I'll take it with me, I have work to do.

- Who taught you to do this, hm?

Sarah?

How do you come to be here?

Won't you speak to me?

Can you speak?

- No, she cannot speak.

She's known as The Angel.

- Very apt.

- That is very good, Sarah.

(liquor splashing)

Drink this.

- Brandy. - The best.

Don't talk.

Now just sit in that chair, cross your legs, and relax.

- I'm perfectly sane.

- I'll be the judge of that.

Now, just face the light please.

Keep your eyes open.

Now, I want you to look at the point of my finger

and follow it with your eyes.

Why are you here?

- Isn't that obvious?

- Just answer my question, please.

- For the same reason as Baron Frankenstein.

- Kindly explain yourself.

- I was sentenced by the same court for the same crime.

Sorcery.

You are Baron Frankenstein, aren't you?

- Yes, I am.

- I've studied all your published works.

I've even performed some of your experiments,

without much success, I'm afraid.

I always wanted to meet you.

- Before we continue this discussion,

there are two points I should explain.

First, Baron Frankenstein is dead.

He is buried in the courtyard out there.

Is that clear?

- Perfectly. - Good.

- Who else knows about you?

- The director, a few of the staff.

- Doesn't that make you feel a little insecure?

- Before he passed on, Baron Frankenstein

recorded a few notes on the way in which the director

and his cronies run this institution.

The baron's secret is quite safe.

Do you understand that too?

- I do.

What am I to call you then, baron?

- By my name.

Victor, Dr. Carl Victor.

- I see.

And the second point, Dr. Victor?

- If you are to assist me in my work,

you must do so with diligence and devotion.

- Assist you?

- From what you told me, am I correct in assuming

that you have studied medicine?

- Yes, in fact--

- You have passed your third year?

- With honors.

- Congratulations.

Then you are a doctor in your own right, good.

You can help me with my practice here.

- Oh, practice.

- I am resident medical practitioner for this establishment.

How I came to hold that position is a long story,

which I may tell you one day, but know that I do.

If I find you reliable, I shall hand over the practice

to you completely.

What is your name by the way?

- Helder.

Simon Helder.

- That will enable me to devote more time to other work.

- What work is that, baron?

Dr. Victor?

- My own private work.

(suspenseful music)

(chuckling)

(door closes)

- Ah.

(stammers) I'm just off to a little musical evening.

- I've found an assistant.

- You found one, where?

- Here, a Doctor Helder.

- Helder.

That, but he's.

- An inmate, yes.

You will sign this, if you please,

accepting his appointment.

- But if he's mad.

- No more than you or I.

I'm putting him in a room close to my surgery.

- You can't!

- He will start first thing tomorrow.

Dr. Helder!

Good morning.

- Good morning, sir.

- Let her carry it.

I shall take you round to see everything once.

After that, you'll be on your own.

- I see.

Shall I have Sarah to help me?

- When she's not assisting me, yes.

- You'll learn, I had to.

(inmates shouting)

Although they're sent here as criminal lunatics,

I often find their crimes are far less obvious

than their sicknesses.

Now this case, for instance.

Herr Muller, he thinks himself to God.

He's not the first man to hold that opinion,

and I don't expect he'll be the last.

(inmates shouting)

- I created Man in my own image.

- Good morning, how is God today?

- God is always in perfect health.

- Of course.

And how is Herr Muller?

- Herr Muller's arm is still very sore.

Very painful, it is.

- Let's see what can be done to relieve it, shall we?

Awful waste.

(inmate screaming distantly)

No, no, no.

(spitting)

Perhaps I should have warned you

about that nasty little habit.

You better let Sarah give it to her.

Well, you certainly know what you're doing.

That corridor houses my own special patients.

I shall continue to treat them myself.

- Specially in what way, sir?

- In that they interest me.

- I see.

Shall I be allowed to see them?

- Why not?

Herr Schneider.

The red disk indicates that the patient is dangerous.

You would still like to see him?

- Certainly, shouldn't we?

- Don't worry.

(crow cawing)

He's gone.

- Escaped?

- He tried to.

He fell 30 feet onto the stone yard below.

- Killed instantly, I suppose.

- He ought to have been.

His whole body was just a broken mess,

but he refused to die.

He clung on to life for many days

although he was in agony.

It's fascinating, I'd never seen such strength.

- Prodigious.

And his mind?

- His mind?

(laughs) No, his mind was useless.

No, just sheer, animal strength, that's what kept him going.

The instinct of self-preservation.

And the strange thing was, he didn't want to live.

He was a throwback, he was more animal than human.

Neolithic.

- Why was he here?

- Homicidal tendencies.

He was fascinated by broken glass.

He liked stabbing people in the face with it.

- Is he buried in the courtyard?

- Mm-hm.

- An exhumation might prove valuable.

- Let him rest in peace.

(gentle violin music)

Professor Durendel.

- He must be a professional.

- A hobby.

- For an amateur, it's brilliant.

- No doubt.

Unfortunately, being tone deaf

I am unable to appreciate it.

(gentle violin music)

Professor, this is Dr. Helder.

- Oh, please don't stop.

- You like music?

You like my playing? - Very much.

But I'm afraid I don't recognize the melody.

- Well, of course, you don't.

I call it The Angel, after this one here.

- You wrote it?

- Mm-hm.

- Professor.

- Yes, Dr. Victor.

- I am pressed for time.

- As usual, you should rest more.

- On the contrary, it is you who should rest.

You overtax your brain.

- I?

- Just look at all this.

- Beautiful, isn't it?

Do you appreciate pure mathematics?

- Me?

No, not at all I'm afraid.

- Pity, pity, more beautiful even than music

and nearly as beautiful as my little angel here.

- Is there anything you want?

The usual.

- Only my freedom.

- We'll see what can be done about that.

Swallow these.

- Pills.

What for this time?

- To help you relax.

- I don't want to.

- Take them, now.

That's an old trick, Professor, open.

Swallow. (Durendel groans)

Open.

Thank you.

- You play beautifully, professor.

- Thank you, thank you.

Pity you don't understand all this.

Pure poetry, I assure you.

- Baron.

Dr. Victor, surely that man shouldn't be in there.

- Hm?

- The professor, the man is perfectly sane.

- Next time you see the director,

ask him what happened when the professor attacked him.

And why.

- That harmless little man?

- When roused, that harmless little man

is as savage as a wild cat.

It's doubtful he'll ever leave her alive.

- Never?

There must be some way, surely.

- There is a way, possibly.

Herr Tarmut.

- Also dangerous, I see.

- He was, not anymore.

(gentle violin music)

Herr Tarmut?

Sarah.

See those hands?

Would you have thought it possible

for hands like that to do this kind of work?

- No, quite frankly I wouldn't.

- Less than three months ago,

he was still carving these exquisite things.

- What happened?

- His brain atrophied rapidly.

It'll never regenerate.

(coughing)

(muttering)

- Pardon me.

(lock clicking)

- I must leave you now.

Complete these forms

then make up the prescriptions.

- She will help you.

Tomorrow, you'll be working on your own.

Sarah, I shall need you in about half an hour.

(woman singing operatically)

(heels clacking)

(suspenseful music)

(bell tolling)

(chanting in foreign language)

(groaning loudly)

- Oh you beastly, Twitch!

You beastly, Twitch!

(dramatic music)

- [Victor] See those hands?

Would you have thought it possible

for hands like that to do this kind of work?

(gentle violin music)

(inmates screaming)

(man screaming)

(man muttering unintelligibly)

(maniacal giggling)

- And there shall be wailing

and gnashing of teeth.

(distant grunting)

(distant grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(door rumbles)

- Don't do that, Sarah.

It's all right, Sarah.

I just want to know what's in there.

(blinds grating)

So this is where he sleeps, eh, Sarah?

(grunting)

(suspenseful music)

- What do you think you are doing?

Answer me, boy.

What are you doing in here?

- I heard cries, like an animal.

- Well?

- It wasn't her fault.

I surprised her, I'm sorry.

I knew you must have a workshop somewhere.

I knew you couldn't give up your work completely.

And you haven't, have you?

- No, I haven't given up.

I never shall.

(blinds grating)

(dramatic music)

(soft grunting)

- My god.

- Does that satisfy your curiosity?

- Surely this was the neolithic man you spoke of yesterday,

the one who tried to escape.

- Herr Schneider, yes.

- Wasn't he killed humping from his cell?

- He was.

- But how did he survive, what did you do?

- He existed for 10 days in tremendous pain, I sedated him.

A massive overdose, which would have killed any normal man.

Then I pronounced him dead, and I had him buried.

- And you dug him up again.

- I dug him up again.

- And when the sedative wore off?

- Before that happened, I removed a section

of the sensory area of his brain.

That made him unaware of his agony

or lessened it at any rate.

It was a crude effort, but it was effective, just.

- But the cries, the terrible cries I heard.

- Oh, they mean nothing, merely that he's hungry.

(soft grunting)

- If he was capable of ripping the bars from his cell,

why doesn't he do the same to this cage?

- It is reinforced to the necessary specifications.

Even Schneider's strength couldn't

make any impression there.

- Those are Herr Tarmut's hands.

- Why should you imagine that?

- I was awake early, I saw his burial.

- You're very observant.

- Incredible. - Quite.

Nevertheless, an accomplished fact which you are witnessing,

something I hope you appreciate.

- Oh yes, I do.

- [Victor] Good.

Well?

Have you nothing more to say?

- The eyes.

- There are spiked iron railings

immediately below his window.

He fell on them.

The hands and various other parts of his anatomy

also suffered, as you can see.

I teared out what was left of the eyes.

I intend to replace them, eventually.

- Incredible.

- Is that all you can say?

Have you no constructive observation to make?

- Well.

- Yes?

- I had heard.

- What, what had you heard?

- That you were a brilliant surgeon.

But I'm afraid those post-operational scars deny this.

- I was, I still am, in here.

These, do you see?

They're useless for intricate surgery.

I've lost all sensitivity.

- How did that happen?

- They were burnt, in the interest of science.

- But who operated on him?

Sarah?

- Mm-hm, under my instructions.

She did her best.

It was very amateur, I'm afraid.

He'll gradually disintegrate.

- Couldn't I?

I mean, I'm trained.

- You told me you were a doctor.

- Of surgery, I'm really a surgeon!

(thrilling music)

- No!

Never use a dirty instrument!

- Unless I'm mistaken.

- What? - The peripheral artery.

- You're not mistaken.

It's what I feared, the connection was severed.

You must restitch it.

- I'll do my best.

- You will do it correctly!

Now, come on now!

You see, it can be done.

(suspenseful music)

(rumbling)

Good morning, Simon!

Do you think that color would suit our friend?

Hm.

(thrilling music)

(instruments clanging)

(instruments clanging)

Excellent, excellent.

I couldn't have done better myself.

Pop it in.

(soft grumbling)

Now, in approximately one hour, when the narcosis wears off,

we shall see.

- Let's hope it's he who sees.

- He who sees?

- Sorry.

(laughing)

He who see? (laughs)

Oh, I like that. (laughs)

- I didn't think it was that funny, I must say.

(laughing)

(thrilling music)

- Don't get too near this.

One whiff and you'll sleep for a fortnight.

(dramatic music)

(growling)

No, Simon!

(growling)

(glass shatters)

(coughing)

(breathing heavily)

(coughing)

(snoring softly)

He saw me.

He can see!

- But he attacked you, why?

- Because he fears me.

- Why should he?

- I kept him alive when he wished to die.

That is why, Simon.

Sarah.

Clean gloves and my cloak, please.

Now, all he needs is another brain.

Preferably the brain of a genius.

- Well, you won't find one here.

Except, of course, the professor's.

But he seems perfectly fit.

He could live for another 10 years, more.

- He could indeed.

- You wouldn't kill him?

- You think I would do that?

- No.

But you're so dedicated.

I don't know what to think.

- I'm not a murderer, Simon.

- All right, professor.

Time for your su...

You can't.

(dramatic music)

You have, haven't you?

- It's the professor.

- What of him?

- He's hanged himself with the strings of his violin.

- Then the question of the brain has been settled for us.

We must work fast.

(suspenseful music)

(device clicking)

Ready.

Well, go on, make the incision.

What are you waiting for?

(saw scratching)

(soft growling)

(saw scratching)

(growling)

Now, first,

we lift the frontal lobe and you cut the optic nerves.

There are six of them.

Leave the ligaments as long as possible for the transplant.

Good.

Good.

Now, the left cerebral hemisphere

and cut the cranial nerves.

There are six of them too.

Well done, you are doing well.

Now the right cerebral hemisphere.

Splendid.

Now, you'll need the scissors.

And we ease out the entire brain,

and you can get through to the spinal cord.

A nice, clean cut.

(snipping)

Excellent.

Right.

Excellent.

Excellent.

(liquid bubbling)

(machine humming)

(violin riff)

No damage, no damage at all.

The small tube, huh, we can get rid of that.

- Did you leave this for the professor to see?

- It's perfect.

You did an excellent job, Simon, I congratulate you.

- Never mind that.

This form, the professor's medical record,

did you leave it for him to see?

You've written incurable

and deliberately left it for him to see!

- Calm down, boy, and listen.

Professor Durendel was sent to this place

because of a simple nervous disorder.

Then something happened here,

and he made a homicidal attack on the director.

- But incurable.

- I was unable to cure him.

Could you?

Could you have cured him or any of the others that you see?

If so, then please tell me how, I should like to know.

- Of course, I couldn't.

- Then he was incurable.

- Yes, but to let him find out like that.

(heels clacking)

- Let us eat.

And then we'll transplant the brain.

- That'll take hours.

- Have you somewhere to go?

Ah. (sniffs)

Goodness!

Ah, delicious!

(suspenseful music)

- Optic nerves. - Yes, good.

- Right cranial nerves.

- You're becoming quite an expert.

- Left cranial nerves.

- Good.

- Surrounding artery.

- Now, sever the spinal cord.

(snipping)

That's got it.

(plopping)

Sarah, use your swab there, please.

Oh! (mutters)

Now.

The reverse procedure.

(liquid splashing)

Connect with the spinal cord first.

(soft snoring)

(suspenseful music)

- How long?

- Long?

- Before we know.

- 10 days.

10 days from now then we shall now for certain.

- It will take that long to get my strength back.

- You get some sleep, you've earned it.

- If I can reach my bed without falling flat on my face.

- Simon.

Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

10 days.

If I've succeeded this time

then every sacrifice will have been worthwhile.

(snoring)

(timid vocalizing)

(gentle violin music)

(whimpering)

(objects crashing)

- Help me.

(feet pattering)

(soft whimpering)

- Professor?

Professor?

Look at me!

Who am I, professor?

Who am I?

- Doctor Victor.

- You've done it.

- And this young man?

- Doctor Helder.

- And who is this?

- The Angel.

The Angel.

- What is your name?

- I'm Durendel.

- Yes.

- You committed suicide, Professor Durendel.

I saved your brain and I've given you a new body.

- You've done it, you've made it work, you've done it.

- We did it, the three of us.

- No, you did, Baron Frankenstein.

No one else!

No one has ever done this before, no one in this world!

- [Victor] Now perhaps they'll accept

and understand what I'm trying to achieve?

- Of course they will!

Let's drink to that!

(soft vocalizing)

(gentle violin music)

- Why?

Why?

- To Baron Frankenstein, creator of Man.

- Creator? - What else?

That man in there didn't exist till you created him.

One man's body, another man's mind.

- Creator of Man.

(somber music)

(smashing)

(dramatic music)

(whimpering)

You must start exercising your brain, professor.

Keep it alert.

Now, these problems are far

beyond my command of mathematics,

but no doubt they'll be child's play to you.

Simon, chalk.

(breathing heavily)

- Oh, these hands.

- You must learn to use them.

- Can't, I can't.

- You must!

You will learn to use them!

You possess the brain of a genius

and now the hands of a craftsman.

It's a wonderful combination.

You must practice coordination.

A little every day.

Now, you try again.

What are you doing?

Why are you writing like that?

What is the matter with you, professor?

- Hungry.

- You will eat later.

Now do what I tell you and practice.

(smashing)

Sarah, bring him his food.

- Dr. Victor?

Are you feeling unwell, sir.

- We failed, Simon.

- How do you mean?

- Well, at least I have failed.

The body hasn't accepted the new brain.

It's trying to reject it.

In a few days, it'll succeed.

Then the brain will begin to deteriorate, decay,

and finally rot to nothing.

The man will become a cabbage.

Then he will die.

Another failure.

- You can't be sure.

Personally, I don't think that is what's happening.

- It could be the brain just needs more time

to adjust itself.

You must have patience.

- Oh, patience!

- Yes, patience.

You're badly over-tired.

Lie down, I'll do the rounds

then come back and keep an eye on you.

No arguments!

- Perhaps a little.

- Sarah.

Sarah?

(suspenseful music)

Sarah.

I'm sorry.

I'm staying here, Sarah.

You get some rest, use my room.

(crashing)

(breathing heavily)

(dramatic music)

(grunting) (clanging)

- Professor!

(glass shattering)

(shards rattling)

(grunting)

(coughing)

(snoring)

(gentle violin music)

Let's get him into the cage. (coughs)

We were both right, Simon, and we were both wrong.

I thought his body was rejecting the brain.

It isn't, it's taking over the brain.

I told you how Schneider used to kill.

Remember, with broken glass?

The sight of that glass triggered off another step

in the reaction. - So we have failed.

- Oh no, we haven't, and we won't.

There is still a way to succeed.

Even at this stage, his brain is functioning.

- Yes. - And his body is strong

beyond belief, every muscle perfectly tuned.

- Yes.

- If we could just capture the essence of the man,

now, before it's too late.

- The essence?

- If everything could be reborn, unblemished.

If a new version of his self could be created.

- How?

- In the normal way, by mating.

- You can't mean it.

- What alternative would you suggest?

- But who with?

- Sarah.

- Sarah?

- She is not subnormal either physically or mentally

Her lack of speech is not organic.

It was caused by a traumatic shock, that's all.

It robbed her of the power to speak.

- What shock?

- Her father tried to rape her.

- You knew about this all along and did nothing about it?

- Another shock could bring it back at any time,

but now her real function as a woman could be fulfilled.

Now what do you say?

- I think you're mad.

- Oh, possibly.

I must admit I've never felt to elated in my life,

not since I first, ah, that was a long time ago.

Are you going somewhere?

- To Sarah.

- Why?

- As a doctor, I can appreciate your motives,

but you cannot divorce science from humanity

to that extent.

I'm taking her to the director for protection.

- Herr Klauss? - Yes.

- Oh, my dear boy, he's her father.

- Her father?

- That is why Professor Durendel attacked him.

He found out what he had done to Sarah.

It's also why I am able to do what I please here.

Because I know too.

Of course, you didn't realize that.

- No, I didn't.

- It makes a difference, doesn't it?

- Yes, it does make a difference.

- I'm glad you agree with me.

Well now, do you foresee any problems?

- The professor, he wouldn't touch her.

- Maybe not under normal conditions,

but with the aid of certain drugs.

I have to go into town.

Don't do anything stupid, will you?

(tapping)

I'm sure you won't.

(somber music)

- Professor.

Professor Durendel.

Can you understand me?

Dr. Victor has a plan involving you and Sarah.

You can't understand what I'm saying, can you?

Oh, dear god.

- [Professor] Hungry.

- What?

- Hungry.

- All right, I'll feed you.

(grunting)

(gagging) (pot rattling)

(dramatic music)

(choking)

(grunting)

(clicking)

(screaming)

- Let him go!

(banging) (grunting)

- You spoke.

- Simon, get help.

- Sarah, you spoke.

- Now, Simon, now.

(grunting)

(thunder cracking) (grunting loudly)

- He's angry, he's angry now.

He wants revenge.

You shall have it, you shall have it, my beauty!

(laughing maniacally)

(growling)

- All the days the plague shall be in him.

He is defiled, he is unclean.

He shall dwell alone.

(growling)

(suspenseful music)

(thunder cracking)

(growling)

- Of course! - Everyone out!

- [Ernst] Get out of the way.

Get them back!

There's a monster at large!

(inmates shouting)

- That means a little. (laughs)

Well, now, you'll take a little glass of something, my dear.

Eh, a cognac, champagne?

- You said you were gonna take me to see--

- The lunatics, and so I shall.

Some of their antics are very droll, believe me.

But first I think a little drinky, eh? (laughs)

- Aren't you frightened, I mean, with them all around you?

- Oh not at all, not at all.

(growling loudly)

What the devil is that?

What in God's name is that? - A monster, sir.

- What? - In the grounds.

Tearing up the graves.

- What?

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(growling)

(thunder cracking)

God in Heaven!

(dramatic music)

(electricity crackling)

(growling)

I, uh.

- Look, I'm frightened.

- My carriage, outside, put her in it, send her home.

You and the others, collect arms.

Arm yourself and go out there and destroy that thing.

Well, what are you waiting for?

- Key to the armory, sir.

- Oh, yes.

Now don't come back until it is destroyed, whatever it is.

(suspenseful music)

(inmates chattering)

- Listen here.

We're to get the guns.

Destroy the thing!

- Better use them on this lot, before they destroy us.

(growling)

(glass shattering)

- [Klauss] Get out!

(groaning worriedly)

- You and the Angel.

You and the Angel.

(dramatic music)

(growling)

(inmates chattering)

(woman screaming)

(suspenseful music)

(growling) (gate rattling)

(inmates chattering)

(thunder cracking)

- [Woman] What it is, I don't know what it is.

(inmates chattering)

(thunder cracking)

- Back.

(guns blasting)

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

- Sa, Sa...

- [Man] He's gonna kill her!

(inmates shouting)

(Creature screaming)

(inmates shouting)

- Silence!

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder cracking)

Go back to your rooms.

There's nothing more for you to see.

It's all over now.

All over.

Now you can use your homes.

Make this place clean.

(thunder cracking)

Ah, Simon, good.

Lend me a hand, will you?

We've a lot of work ahead of us.

I've been thinking about what went wrong.

Too much reliance on surgery and too little on biochemistry.

Now, Rhinehauser is very interesting on that point.

Where are we?

Right, here we are.

You can read what he says.

- The creature's dead, destroyed.

- Hm?

Well, it's of no importance.

Best thing that could have happened to him.

He was of no use to us or to himself.

But

next time.

- Next time?

- Of course.

We'll discuss the details later.

For the moment, we must get this place tidied up

so that we can start afresh.

Now we shall need new material naturally.

Herr Adleri mono-six perhaps.

No?

Oh, well, no matter, there's plenty of time to decide that.

(glass breaking)

Plenty of time.

(thrilling music)