All language subtitles for MONMOV 3

Hey, shooter.

Tell him we're okay already.

How was

it, Morgan?

Like a Rembrandt.

Okay, wrap it up. Let's go back to the
castle.

Home, Himmler.

I don't need him anymore, shooter.

Help her, Mike.

Hey, we know the... How long that run?

Forever.

Jealousy, jealousy lover.

Don't blame me because you're no longer
an ingenue. You know, that's not exactly

what she said when you married me.

Well, I keep you on the payroll. You'll
have to admit I'm loyal. Oh, yes, you're

loyal. To wives number one through four
inclusive.

Would you care to try your luck for
five?

If you don't spill my name right, when
you wire out your next story, you're on

my hate list, friend.

I don't know.

I may not be able to afford the alimony.

I may have to sleep on it. Oh, well.
I'll just bet you will.

How I suffer for Douglas Roe, Madison
Avenue, and all those lovely sponsors.

Scout by Indians, one show to recreate a
covered wagon massacre.

Boyle and Eaton, the show before on the
Downer Party expedition.

And now, nearly drowned to celebrate the
230th anniversary of Frankenstein.

And for this, we've got to travel 3 ,000
miles to his ancestor's castle in

Germany?

Oh, well.

Arcturne and high residuals.

How could you inflict these people on
me, Gottfried?

I have no privacy. I cannot think. I
cannot work.

I'm completely overrun. My castle, my
grounds.

You're a true Frankenstein, Victor.
Always complaining.

But you forget, it's you who forced us
into this.

Let them use my castle, you said.

Anything, just so you could get this
atomic reactor you need so badly.

And have no funds to purchase.

Ah, well, these days it is difficult to
live on the sale of the acquisitions of

one's ancestors.

I've been wanting to talk to you about
this, Victor.

You have been spending money and money.
You're buying equipment as though you

were a government.

But where it goes and what you do with
it... Is my business?

No. It's my business, too.

How can I handle your affairs if there
are no affairs to handle?

If there is mistrust, as it is...

I have sold practically every one of
your art treasures. There's nothing

He?

My fish?

They are hungry beasts today.

The struggle for existence is just as
fierce and ruthless in their world as it

is in ours.

Not so, Godfrey?

To think that man could torture fellow
men as they once tortured you.

They believed in one thing, I believed
in another, but they were running the

country. That was my misfortune. But you
won, and they didn't.

I won?

You're thinking only of my surgeon's
hands.

They were too clever to do anything to
them.

They needed them for the unholy
operations they forced me to perform for

What they did to the rest of me, my
body.

But you didn't give them what they
wanted.

You didn't go over to their side.

They couldn't take your mind, Victor.

My mind?

Would anyone ever believe that you and I
are the same age?

That I'm even still a man?

Victor, why don't you accept the
government's offer of a scientific post?

wait for politicians to make up their
minds?

I am the last of the House of
Frankenstein, it is true, but how much

think that I have left?

Every hour is a day out of my life.
Every day a month, every month a year.

A month can see the end of my life.

Victor, why?

Why what?

Why the strange secrecy behind your
wanting all this equipment?

Why, for days at a time do you disappear
without anybody knowing what you're up

to?

And now, this great urgency for an
atomic -powered unit, exacting promises

you must have it at once.

Victor, tell me.

Tell me before I'm forced to think
what... what I dread to be the truth.

Gottfried, remind me to tell you
sometime the story of the inquisitive

commandant who...

What did you expect?

Oh, hi, Baron.

I got word they're shipping out that
power unit or whatever it is you ordered

from Berlin. It should be here in the
next two or three days.

Gottfried, I was going to call you.
These are the TV release forms from

Continental Broadcasting for the Baron
who used to sign off.

The sooner the better, Mr. Rowe, then I
can get on with my work.

Glad you brought that up, Baron. I'm
going to rewrite the whole script and

up the show with you.

Shooter, fix me a drink while you're at
it, will you?

Scotch.

That's a nice boy you got there, Baron.

Real -time casting.

Now, I got the whole thing figured out.

And you down in the vaults giving us the
lowdown on your great -great

-grandfather. The first Frankenstein.
The one who created the monster.

It ties in with the film portion of the
show we shot today.

But we'll do the clip live with you.

And don't you let horrible Herman leave
town.

I want him back to play the thing.

Hold it for a second, will you, Doug?

As soon as I get finished, we'll go over
the whole script together.

We'll give it a dry run so you'll get a
good idea of the reading of it, you see?

Then we'll start rehearsals. You say the
unit will be here in a few days, Mr.

Rowe? Okay, Doc.

Hey, Morgan, check the vaults for
lighting and camera angles. You may need

special lenses.

Will do.

That's right, Baron. In two or three
days.

But you know, after you finish this
show, you're not going to want to be

around with atomic gizmos.

You're going to be a television star
with 60 million ecstatic fans screaming

more. Give a few, take a few.

What with the commercial.

The Baron may even get his own sponsor.

Well, you think a series right here from
the castle is such a bad idea?

That would be my pleasure.

With you as my leading lady, Miss Hayes.

Mr. Rowe, I'm becoming reconciled to
your presence here.

Your coming here may be the solution to
all my problems

What

I say

of Frankenstein began my work in the
year 1740 A .D.

with all good intentions and humane
thoughts to the high purpose of

probing the secrets of life itself with
but one end, the betterment

of mankind.

So wrote my celebrated ancestor.

But first he had to learn how flesh was
made.

He had to discover the art of
transplanting vital organs

from human beings into his creature and
knitting them together

until they had all the attributes of God
-inspired

birth.

Of course,

Must admit that perhaps he was not too
scrupulous about

where he got his raw material.

But after 17 years, his labors were at
last rewarded.

He created a living man.

But to his horror,

What did he discover?

That his creation was a monster,
hideous, foul, its evil brain

with but one thought, that of survival.

And in order to survive, it killed and
killed and killed again,

until it became the very image of the
devil in Christ.

And he realized that what he had created
he must kill.

But because he was the creator, he could
not bring himself to

destroy it.

In this stone

sarcophagus, deep in the bowels of the
earth,

he buried his creature.

His creation in a passage in an ancient

vault of the family burial place.

He sealed it away for all time without
vital organs or soul

so that never more could it bring terror
to mortal man or

challenge God.

The only true creator for whose merciful
forgiveness he prays.

I'm sorry.

I think I got carried away.

Well, Uncle Douglas will just have to
comfort you tonight, dear. His favorite

indoor occupation.

Stick to the script, Judy.

you were great. Just a rip.

Wasn't he, Mike?

Yeah. A real gasser.

What's the matter with him?

He says he's finished. He doesn't want
to come back anymore.

He says all this here makes him so
nervous.

He cannot sleep nights.

He can't sleep nights?

Put this under your pillow, Himmler.

This will make you sleep like a baby.

Maybe you'll have a couple of real nice
dreams, shall we?

Well,

wrap it up.

Tomorrow's another day.

Baron, you pick up plans pretty fast.

Well, good night, Baron.

Good night.

John, that dialogue, it wasn't what you
wrote in the script.

That's right, it wasn't.

But between you and me, it was great.

Yeah, yeah, right.

We're flying them in from all over.
Europe, the United States.

Got a big thing going with the National
Magazine.

Yeah, they're going to cover the
Frankenstein party here at the castle

after the show.

Yeah, got a whole thing going. Goblins
all over the place.

Running wild.

Yeah, goblins.

Goblins, that's right. We ran an
international horror contest. Most

goblin from each country.

Yeah, you're not just whistling
Octoliver Augustine. We got some goblins

kill you, man.

Anything else?

Okay, thanks.

Ja, Fraulein. It is here, Elvis.

Now we try the London Times?

Maybe, maybe?

Four hours delay?

Cancel it, Brunhilde. I'll try it again
tomorrow.

Fraulein, a little bit more coffee? Oh,
no, thank you.

Oh, shooter.

I was in town today, and... Well, I
thought you might like this.

No, Fraulein, it's... Oh, it's nothing,
really.

But a man your age, out in all this
dampness and fall.

Make believe it's your birthday.

Oh, no, but... Oh, it'll help keep you
warm when you're working around the

castle. Yeah.

I don't know what to say to that.

Thank you.

Shelter. You are richly endowed to have
one as lovely as Miss Hayes bestow gifts

upon.

Revised script.

Didn't wait till morning to be typed.
Well, Baron, it won't be long now.

As you say, Mr. O, it won't be long now.

Hey, Doug.

We're sure gonna have to spot some arcs
out there if we expect to cut through

that fog for the night stuff.

Let's not cut through it. The more
atmosphere, the better.

Okay, it's your baby.

But I still say it's going to fog up the
whole night.

I'd like to go over that new scene with
you.

If you're not too tired.

No, I'm not tired.

Think of your career, darling.

Judy.

Let's us take a walk. I'd like to take a
walk right out of here.

Oh, Mike, I'm sorry I didn't mean to
take it out on you.

Torch, scorch, un -forch.

Okay, Judy, forget it.

Gottfried, something is on your mind.
Say it. It is difficult.

It has never been difficult for you to
speak in the past?

This is different.

Something has happened.

Something is changing.

It is you, Victor.

I've been very concerned with you these
past days, Victor.

What kind of dealings do you have with
the director of the morgue? Are you

interested in corpses?

I shall really have to tell you the
story of the inquisitive commandant. The

at Belsam, remember?

Victor, I watched you tonight at the
organ.

That was no music you ever played
before.

Not the way you played it.

I never felt it that way before.

Victor, they might believe that you want
that atomic element to supply electric

power, but I...

Victor, you and I have always shared the
truth.

I know the history of your family. I
know you are the last of your line.

are no others to follow you.

What are you trying to say?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Tuesday, 2018 o 'clock.

Resuming work.

As a result of stripping skin off the
skull, keeping clean and keeping at the

required temperature, the bones have
become crystalline.

I may now begin reconstruction of the
physiognomy.

Note on hands.

Both real and synthetic skin
transplantation fused.

Paws open and normal, texture and tone
of tissue firm, showing no

deterioration.

Attachment of hand to wrist stable.

Contemplating further plastic surgery to
remove old scar tissue.

Subject has maintained perfect state of
preservation.

Now ready for final surgical step of
transplanting living vital organs. Now

needed to complete the last act before
use of atomic reactor to

reproduce.

Reba.

Hilda! Hilda!

Hilda!

Poor shooter.

Why did it have to be you?

I do not understand what is happening
here.

A miracle shooter.

Come here.

You have opened its grave.

You have brought the thing back.

We'll bring it back, Shooter.

You cannot

do that.

You leave me no choice.

Okay.

You will live again, Shooter.

You will live again.

You will hear me.

And your brain will obey.

Think.

Think, Shooter.

What glory it will bring to the name of
the House of Frankenstein.

No more suffering.

I'm doing you a favor, shooter.

I'm saving you the pain and misery and
discomfort.

Holy.

Do you understand what I am saying?

Now tying off the aorta and superior and
inferior

vena cava.

Automatic transfusion system continuing
to supply fresh blood.

Both bodies are receiving oxygen.

Freshly transplanted organs remain alive
and healthy.

Heart is freed.

It is receiving.

Constant massage.

I'm now placing the heart in the left
side of the chest.

Futuring, I overturn to cave to the
heart.

proceeding with uninterrupted massage
during surgery.

Continuing artificial pulse and
circulation of blood at normal

speed.

Good morning.

You know, if you're fixing breakfast for
Douglas, don't bother.

All he ever takes is orange juice.

I was fixing this for all of us.

Shooter isn't around this morning.

I put the toast in the oven.

Didn't that take an awful lot of
courage, darling?

After all, you never know who you'll
find dead in an oven.

Shooter!

Now, where do you suppose he is?

Maybe it's his day off.

Since when does the old family retainer
operate on a 40 -hour week?

Shooter! I'm afraid he won't be able to
hear you.

Why not?

Well, it may surprise you, but even
Shooter has relatives of his own.

He's going to stay with them at
Mertonburg, perhaps for some time.

In the meantime, this young man will
take care of your needs.

Yes, we've met.

I'm sorry you were inconvenienced, but I
didn't expect you up so soon.

It wasn't your fault.

And then with your equipment for the lab
workers.

Here? Arrived?

Yes, about an hour ago.

Shooter's brain restored. All membranes
intact.

Continuity between the medulla and
spinal cord restored.

Cerebrum enclosed with tantalum prepared
in accordance with Glock's standard

trephining technique.

You seem rather disturbed, my dear.

Oh, it must be the organ.

Somehow, organ music always makes me
think of death.

Where did you get that?

Oh, I found it down in the vaults.

I was saving it for Shooter when he
comes back.

Maybe sometime.

Where is he, Victor?

Where is Schroeder?

Before you tell me that he's gone to see
his relatives, remember that I'm aware

he has no relatives anywhere.

Yet this morning I looked into
Schroeder's room.

All his clothes are still there.

Gottfried, dear old friend.

Remember the story I was going to tell
you, the story about the inquisitive

commander? the one who was at Belsen.

He, too, was always asking questions,
prying, seeking to learn

what went on in other men's minds.

And you know what it's like, Godfrey.

To hear the same voice over and over,
always, always, the same words eating

you every day, day after day.

No, of course you don't. You weren't
there.

One bright, lovely day, they found the
poor fellow.

He had no tongue.

Imagine the irony of it, Godspeed.

Oh, I know, I was called in to examine
the poor wretch.

A beautiful piece of surgery, if I do
say so myself.

Beautiful.

Time, 21 .37.

Temperature of atomic capsule, 7 degrees
centigrade.

Radiation, nil.

I am now starting up the atomic steam
generator.

That's not the type.

Temperature, 52 degrees.

Like the Buller at 3 .66.

Experiment proceeding is bad.

Time, 2203.

All radiation off.

Zero on Geiger -Muller dial.

Me? Who do you think?

It's rather late.

I know, and I'm standing in a draft,
honey. Come on, open up.

You'd better go.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Carolyn.

Please go.

Shooter.

Shooter.

Shooter, can you hear me?

Shooter.

Shooter.

I'm talking to you. I'm speaking to you.
Shooter.

Shooter.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

You understand me?

I see you do.

Shooter, raise your left arm.

Now your right arm, shooter.

You understand me, don't you, shooter?

Good, good.

Yours is not the brain that I would have
chosen, but at least you are obedient.

Now, we must get eyes for you, mustn't
we, Shooter?

I have none to give you, but we will get
you some.

You understand me, do you?

Me? Do I get to come in?

Are you all alone?

Not quite.

What are you writing?

Just some revisions for the boss.

I press your lips to mine and suddenly
it's a summer night.

What chance do I have while you're
working for him?

You know, to me that is strictly
dialogue.

I wish I believed that.

I wish I did, too.

Do you think maybe you could go for me
if you ever doused that torch you're

carrying for Roe?

I guess so.

Sure, why not?

I press your lips to mine and suddenly
it's toothpaste.

You just can't forget them for a minute,
can you?

Oh, I'm crazy about you, Judy. Look, we
tried all this before and it didn't

work, remember?

It takes practice.

Well, it's getting late, and I would
like to practice my shutout. You aren't

going to kick me out, are you? I don't
kick. I try to be a lady.

If I ever get Roe out of my hair, I'll
let you know.

I'll let everybody know.

Oh, let's talk this over.

Not now. On your way. One more thing.

Save it.

Oh, Judy.

Let me stay. Cross the hall. Your room.

Please. Now, please, be a good little
boy and run off to bed.

Shh, don't make so much noise. You want
to wake everybody up?

Don't be mad at me.

We forgot something.

Good night, Mike.

Oh, please, Judy, open the door. If you
don't shut up and go to bed, I'm going

to be very angry and I'll never let you
in my room.

Oh, Judy.

shooter. I sent you for Roe.

Now you have no eyes. This poor girl is
dead.

We are both in great danger.

This is my alimony check, sent on by her
New York attorneys.

It's got to be mighty serious for her to
go off and leave this.

All right, I did go to her room last
night. I tried to talk her out of

that torch for you.

I tried to talk her into giving me some
time.

Maybe I talked too much. Maybe that
torch got too hot to hold.

Or maybe she took off to get away from
both of us. How do I know?

Either way, I feel awful.

You feel awful.

I'm trying to find my ex -wife, Baron.
Do you know anything about her?

Oh, the four -eyed Judy?

Well, I know that she is beautiful and
charming. What else does one need to

about any woman?

Seriously, no, I have not seen her since
last night.

Perhaps I should ask Hans if he can tell
us anything.

Skip it, Baron.

Cheer up, Mike. Take it from a man who
knows. After she's parted long enough,

she'll be back.

The worst thing you could possibly do is
go chasing after her.

Morgan's been lining up shots for
tomorrow. He said I'd photograph

in that old apple tree up on the hill.

I'm sure you would look charming
anywhere, my dear. But I feel that I

warn you. They say the tree has a curse
on it.

And anyone who sits in it will hang from
it by nightfall.

I don't think I'd care for that.

Never mind the apple tree. What I need
for a background is something bright,

shiny, modern.

Something new for a change.

That atomic reactor of yours, how's it
working?

I should say an unqualified success.

Where do you keep it?

It is installed in my laboratory.

That's it. A modern laboratory.

We'll do the prologue there, then we'll
go in for the rest of the picture in

retrospect. Let's go. I want to see it.

Gottfried, is the laboratory included in
the contract with Mr. Rowe? It is not.

Then you cannot use it.

Whatever the difference, Baron, I'll be
glad to pay it. You do not understand.

My laboratory is filled with the latest
scientific equipment of my own

invention. I would not dream of exposing
it to television until I have it

patented. You don't need to worry about
that. Morgan will take care of your

little secrets, won't you, Morgan?

Yeah, sure. I'll shoot around him.

Again, you do not understand. The answer
was no.

I have no intention of reconsidering.

You and Carol go down and check the
vaults.

Come upstairs.

I got a new fish I want to cry on.

I'll bring it up a little, huh?

A little higher.

Yeah, that's okay.

Okay. According to my Hooper rating,
it's perfect.

Yeah, sure.

Come on, let's try one more shot. You
back up in there.

Look, back up there.

I want you to get back there. That's it.
Turn around.

Keep backing up.

Backing up. Right. Keep going.

Easy there, will you?

Back up. Go ahead. Go all the way around
now.

Outside. I want you to make a clean
entrance. All the way out.

It's dark in here.

Doll, it's the idea.

I want you to come into the light from
the dark.

Back up.

Get your hand out of there.

Okay, now make it clean in.

Uh -huh. Now walk towards me.

Like this?

Yeah, that's real crease.

Uh -huh, fine. Okay, stop there.

That's fine, doll. Let's try it once
more and stay a little more to camera

huh? Okay, back up now.

That's it. Keep back. Watch out for that
step. That's it.

Now, go, doll. You know where you are.
Go always back.

That's right.

Out, out, outside.

Get your hand out. Get your shot out
there.

Fine. Okay, now. Fine.

That's... Uh -huh.

That's slow.

That's slow. Ah, that's it.

Perfect. Oh.

Thanks, darling.

You coming?

No, I think I'll stick around here.

Line up. Give me my shots. Okay.

Huh? Huh?

One of those relatively rare persons
with A -type blood.

Under the circumstances, any attempt at
transplantation is out of the question.

And you say, Mr. Rowe, your cameraman
has been missing since yesterday and

secretary since the day before.

You wish the police to find him. That is
so, is it not? That's right.

Are you sure they had no reason for
leaving?

Well, the Fraulein Judy was married to
Mr. Rowe at one time.

One might say that she was emotionally
disturbed.

Yes, of course, and the cameraman?

Well, he said something to me about
going into Frankfurt for a special lens

he needed.

Thank you, Herr Bjorn. Now you see how
simple it is.

No, I don't see how simple it is.

Two people are missing, and I want to
know why they haven't come back.

Mr. Rowe, I imagine, would have a
suspect foul play.

How do you know he isn't right?

I left Morgan downstairs in the vaults,
and I never saw him come up again.

Perhaps the Fraulein would feel better
if I took a look down there. The Herr

Baron permits.

Let me show you the way.

There you are, Inspector.

Search to your heart's content.

see the meaning of the search. It is
irreverent, disturbing the sleep of the

dead. I'm sorry, Herr Bauer. My dear
inspector, you must make allowances for

these show people. They live in a world
of fanciful dreams.

Hidden doors, sliding panels, even
sudden disappearances.

The nonsense of things that don't exist.

A world of make -believe.

Exactly what I said to myself, Herr
Bauer. They will stop at nothing at all

get their names in the newspapers.

They might even go so far as to
disappear.

Eh? Now, get this straight. This is no
publicity gag.

I've been reading stories about Baron
Frankenstein's monster coming to life

carrying people off.

Well, they didn't get them from me, did
they, Mike?

No, Chief. It came from me.

Ah. So it was you and your people who
set these stories afoot.

Gottfried, come with me. I wish to
prefer legal charges against this man.

Baron Frankenstein is not one to forgive
a thing like that. Nor is the law.

I shall make careful inquiries, Mr.
Rowe. If it turns out you have made

statements, you will find the penalties
quite severe.

It's so nice to have a policeman along
in this dark old place.

Permit me to offer you my arm, Fraulein.
Oh, thank you.

Another disappearance, Victor.

Too bad.

First shooter?

Then to Freulein.

And now this cameraman.

As you say, it is too bad.

Dear old friend.

Are you implying that I have done
something to harm them?

That's the trouble with an old friend.

He can always tell when you're lying.

What a wonderful commandant you would
have made.

Always suspecting people, prying, asking
questions.

You really want to know what became of
Shooter? And the other two.

What can I do?

You force me to satisfy this inordinate
curiosity of yours.

It would be a welcome change.

I really wish to know where my
scientific aspirations have led me.

Yes, I have a great expectation.

God, please.

I will satisfy your desires.

Someone to confide in.

I will share my secret with you.

It may take great courage to face it, my
friend.

I have a stout heart.

Victor, I'm puzzled.

Can I trust you, I wonder?

You have trusted me this far.

So I have.

All right, then.

Stay where you are.

There's got to be something down here.

I told you we'd find something if we
looked long enough.

Come on. I'm going to take this to
Inspector Red. You stick around and take

of Carol.

Good evening.

Good evening, Frodo.

Good evening, Baron.

Excuse me, I was just on my way up to
bed.

Where is Mr. Rowe?

Upstairs. He's working. He'll work
himself to death one of these days.

He ain't been bothered, Baron.

Oh, then I won't disturb... Oh, I see
you're interested in rare old books.

Let me show you a real gem.

A very old edition.

The subject is anatomy. Look at that
binding.

Must be worth a fortune.

You realize that?

Then you're just the man to appreciate
my collection of rare old coins. Let me

show them to you.

Ah, yes, there.

You see that coin?

That is insured for $10 ,000.

See how it seems to gather the light and
draw the eye?

Yeah.

great repose from these things of age
and beauty.

They soothe one and seem to induce
sleep.

Sleep.

Close your eyes, my friend.

Where is Roe?

He went to the police.

Now listen carefully.

When the clock strikes the quarter, you
will knock on the Fraulein Caroline's

door and tell her that Roe has returned
and is waiting for her downstairs here.

You understand?

He's waiting here.

Good.

Now I will count three.

At the count of three, you will wake up
and remember nothing.

One, two, three.

Ten thousand dollars.

What do you know? Yes, beautiful, isn't
it?

Ah, this castle is filled with rare old
treasures. Feel free to browse, my

friend. Thank you very much.

A pleasant good evening to you.

Good night.

I tell you, Inspector, this is not all.

You, August, tell the Inspector what you
told me. You got the only taxi cab in

town, is that right?

Yeah. Did you ever take this lady from
the castle to the station?

No, man, hell. How about this man?

No, man, hell. And you, you hang around
the station all the time.

You see everybody that comes to and from
town, is that right?

Did you ever see those two people
before?

Only when they first came here.

If they haven't left town, it stands to
reason they're still in the castle,

doesn't it?

Yes, that's a logical assumption.

Well, Frankenstein says they're not.

I'll ask the Baron for an explanation
tomorrow.

Inspector, do me a favor. Ask him
tonight, will you please?

Who is it?

Mike.

Isn't Ro back yet?

He's downstairs.

So glad.

He's waiting for you.

All right, shooter.

Bring her down here.

Shoot her.

Do as I tell you. Bring her down here.

Shoot her.

Upstairs, shoot her.

Shoot her. Down here, shoot her. Bring
her down here. Upstairs, shoot her.

Kill her.

Up there, Mike.

Down here, shoot her. Bring her down
here.

I'm sorry.

Back, I say, back!

Shoot him! No!

I made you in my image so the name of
Frankenstein could survive.

I gave you eyes, ears, a heart, a brain.