All language subtitles for 03bride of Frankenstein 1935

(THUNDER CRACKLING)

(WIND WHISTLING)

How beautifully dramatic.

The crudest
savage exhibition of nature
at her worst without...

And we three,

we elegant three within.

I 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 I 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.

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

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.

I, Lord Byron?

Frightened of thunder,
fearful of the dark,

and yet you have
written a tale

that sent my blood
into icy creeps.

(GIGGLING)
Look at her, Shelley.

Can you believe that
bland and lovely brow
conceived of Frankenstein,

a monster
created from cadavers
out of rifled graves?

Isn't it astonishing?

I 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
I write of monsters?

No wonder Murray
has refused
to publish the book.

He says his reading public
would be too shocked.

It will be published,
I 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,

I take great relish
in savoring each
separate horror.

I 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...
(GROWLS)

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.

It's bleeding.

There, there.

I 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?

I feel like telling it.

It's the perfect night
for mystery and horror.

The air itself
is filled with monsters.

I'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.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(CACKLING)

Well, I must say,
that's the best fire
I ever saw in all me life!

(SNIFFLING)

What are you crying for?

It's terrible.

I know it's terrible,
but after all them murders,

and poor Mr. Henry
being brought home to die,

I'm glad to see the monster
roasted to death
before my very eyes.

It's too good for him.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

It's all the Devil's work,

and you better
cross yourself quick, Marta,
before he gets you.

Come along, come along.
It's all over.

Get back to your homes.
Go to sleep.

Whoo!

There it goes again!
It ain't burned out at all.
There's more yet.

Isn't the monster dead yet?

It's high time
every decent man
and wife was in bed.

That's his insides,
caught at last.

Insides 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. (SPITTING)

Thinks he's everybody,
just because he's
the burgomaster. (SCOFFING)

(WOMAN SOBBING)
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.

(SOBBING) 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?

I 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.

If I can see
his blackened bones,

I can sleep at night.

Come back, Hans!

You will be
burned yourself!

Maria drowned to death
and you burned up.

What should I do then?

No!

(SNARLING)
Ah!

(SCREAMING)

Hans! Hans, where are you?

Hans! Are you all right?

I hear you. Here.

Give me your hand, Hans.

Here.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

(SHRIEKING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(BELL RINGING)

Oh, heaven,
what is this?

Henry.

Tell me.

Oh, milady,
how can we tell you?

Bring him in.

(SCREAMING)

(WHIMPERING)

Albert!

What do you want?

It's alive!
The monster...
It's alive!

(SHUDDERING)

Oh, shut up,
you old fool.

I saw it.

It ain't turned
to no skeleton at all.

It lived right
through the fire.

Go bite your tongue off.
We don't believe in ghosts.

Nobody'll believe me.

All right.
I wash my hands of it.

Let 'em all be
murdered in their beds,
for all of me. Hmph!

(ELIZABETH SOBBING)

Speak to me, Henry.

Oh, milady,
he'll never speak again.

I was foretold of this.

I was told
beware my wedding night.

(ALL WEEPING)

Ahhh!

Oh! Look! Milady!
He's alive!

Henry, darling!

(SOBBING)

Elizabeth.

Oh, what a terrible
wedding night!
(WEEPING)

(CLOCK CHIMING)

You can go
to bed now, Mary.

You'll soon
be better, Henry.

I feel almost myself again.

As soon as
you're strong enough,
we'll go away

and forget all this
horrible experience.

Forget?

If only I could forget,
but it's never
out of my mind.

I've been cursed
for delving into
the mysteries of life.

Perhaps death is sacred,
and I've profaned it.

For what a wonderful
vision it was!

I 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 I did. I did it!
I created a man.
And who knows?

In time I could
have trained him
to do my will.

I could have bred a race.

I might even have found
the secret of eternal life.

Henry, don't
say those things.
Don't think them.

It's blasphemous
and wicked.

We are not meant
to know those things.

It may be that
I'm intended to know
the secret of life.

It may be part
of the divine plan.

No. No! It's the Devil
that prompts you.

It'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,

I 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.

It comes,
a figure like death,

and each time it comes
more clearly, nearer.

It seems to be
reaching out for you

as if it would
take you away from me!

There it is!
Look! There!

I see nothing, Elizabeth.
Where?

There's nothing there.

There! There!
It's coming for you!
Nearer! Henry!

Henry! Henry! Henry!

(LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY)

(POUNDING AT DOOR)

Albert!

Drat the man.
He's never here
when he's wanted.

What's the good of
stuffed footmen, anyway?
(BELL RINGING)

All right. All right!

Don't knock the castle over.
We're not all dead yet.

(WIND HOWLING)

There's nobody at home.

Let me in,
my good woman.

I 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?

(MUTTERING)

What was the...
What was the name?

Dr. Pretorius.

Ain't no such name.

Now you stay there.

Who's there?

It's Minnie, milady.

Oh, come in.

It'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, I believe.

Won't you come in, Doctor?

I trust you will
pardon this intrusion
at so late an hour.

I would not have
ventured to come

had I not
a communication to make,

which I 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.

I am also
a doctor, Baroness.

Why have you
come here tonight?

My business with you,
Baron, is private.

Elizabeth, please.

I do hope
he won't upset Henry.

What do you want?

We must work together.

Never. This is outrageous.

I'm through with it.
I'll have no more
of this hell's spawn.

As soon as I'm well,
I'm to be married,
and I'm going away.

I 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.

I have ventured to hope
that you and I 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.

I can't make
any further experiments.
I've had a terrible lesson.

That is sad, very sad.

But you and I
have gone too far to stop.

Nor can it be
stopped so easily.

I also have continued
with my experiments.

That is why
I am here tonight.

You must see my creation.

Have you also
succeeded in bringing
life to the dead?

If you, Herr Baron,
will do me the honor
of visiting my humble abode,

I think
you will be interested
in what I have to show you.

After 20 years
of secret scientific research
and countless failures,

I also have created
life, as we say,
in God's own image.

I must know.
When can I see it?

I thought you might
change your mind.

Why not tonight?
It is not very late.

Is it far?

No, but you will
need a coat.

I think your coachman
had better wait here.

Won't you sit down,
Herr Baron?

Before I show you
the results of my
trifling experiments,

I would like to drink
to our partnership.

Do you like gin?
It is my only weakness.

To a new world
of gods and monsters!

(CHUCKLING)

The creation of
life is enthralling.

Distinctly enthralling,
is it not?

I cannot account precisely
for all that I 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.

(TRUMPET BLOWING)

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.

(HIGH-PITCHED SQUEAKING)

Now, now.

I 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.
I must wake him up.

(SQUEAKING)

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 I flatter myself?

I took a great deal
of pains with him.

Sometimes I 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.

(BOTH SQUEAKING)

Even royal amours
are a nuisance.

(SQUEAKING)

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,
I'm afraid,

but you can never tell
how these things
will turn out.

It was
an experiment
with seaweed.

Normal size has
been my difficulty.

You did achieve size.

I need to work
that out with you.

But this isn't science.

It's more like black magic.

You think I'm mad.
Perhaps I am.

But listen,
Henry Frankenstein.

While you were
digging in your graves,

piecing together
dead tissues,

I, my dear pupil,
went for my materials
to the source of life.

I grew my creatures,
like cultures,

grew them as
nature does, from seed.

But still,
you did achieve results
that I have missed.

Now think,
what a world-astounding
collaboration we should be,

you and I, 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?

I daren't! I 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.

(GRUNTING)

(ROARING)

(SHEEP BLEATING)

(SCREAMING)

No.

(BLEATING)

(SCREAMING)

Don't touch me!

(GRUNTING)

There she is! Quick!

There he is! Shoot!

Run to the village, quick!
It's the monster.
Tell the burgomaster.

He's in the woods!

(ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

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.

(ALL CLAMORING)

Now then!
Monster, indeed.

I'll show him.
Follow me.

(ALL SHOUTING)

(DOGS BARKING)

(ROARING)

(SNARLING)

Where is he?

Bind him securely.
I don't want
anything slipshod.

Tie his feet first.

His feet first!

I get no cooperation,
none at all!

Have you got him?
That's what
I 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?
I'll bind him!

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

Now, take him down
to the old dungeon.
Put him in chains.

(MONSTER GROANING)

(ROARING)

There you are.
Quite simple.

Now, take him out.

Come on, men.
Get back to your work.

(GROANING)

Keep still.

(CRYING OUT IN PAIN)

Now, that'll do.
That's quite enough.

Now come down
and lock your door.

We can't take
all day over this.

I'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 I can get back to
more important duties.

And leave us to ours.

What?
Good night, sir.

Monster, indeed.
Tush, tush.

(GRUNTS)

(MONSTER SNARLING)

He's loose!

Shoot him!

(ROARING)

Help! He's loose!

Go to your homes.
Just an escaped lunatic.

Merely wanted
someone to handle it,
that's all.

Quite harmless.

(ALL SCREAMING)

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!

(ALL SHRIEKING)

Freida!

Oh, what have they
done to you?

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Mrs. Neumann!
(BELLS CHIMING)

Oh! Come on!

Mrs. Neumann!

(MAN GROANS)

Poor old Neumann.

Where's his wife,
Frau Neumann?

Frau Neumann!

MAN: Frau Neumann!
Frau Neumann!

(WOMAN MOANING)

There's another one,
in there.

Frau Neumann!
(ALL GASPING)

Ramona, you stay
close to me.

We'd better get away
from these parts.
It isn't safe.

Why?

I'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.
I'll get it. Don't worry.

You shall have your meat.
Ah!

(SNIFFING)

(GRUNTS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

Get away from there!

(CRYING OUT IN PAIN)

(GROWLING)

(GROANING)

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

(MOANS SOFTLY)

Who's there?

(CONTINUES PLAYING)

(GROWLING)

Who is it?

You're welcome,
my friend,
whoever you are.

(GRUNTING SOFTLY)

Who are you?

I think you're
a stranger to me.

I cannot see you.

I cannot see anything.

You must please
excuse me,
but I'm blind.

(MOANING SOFTLY)

Come in, my poor friend.
No one will hurt you here.

If you're in trouble,
perhaps I can help you,

but you need not
tell me about it
if you don't want to.

What's the matter?
(GROWLING)

You're hurt,
my poor friend. Come.

Sit down.

Now tell me,
who are you?

(MOANING SOFTLY)

I don't understand.

Can you not speak?

It's strange.

Perhaps... Perhaps you're
afflicted, too.

I cannot see,
and you cannot speak.

Is that it?
(MURMURS IN AGREEMENT)

If you understand
what I'm saying,
put your hand on my shoulder.

That is good.

No.

You stay here.

I'll get you some food.

(GASPING)

We shall be friends.

I have prayed many times

for God to send me a friend.

It's very lonely here,

and it's been a long time
since any human being
came into this hut.

I shall look after you,

and you will comfort me.

And now you must
lie down and go to sleep.

(MOANING SOFTLY)

Yes, yes.

Now you must sleep.

Our Father, I 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.

(SOBBING)

And now, for our lesson.

Remember?
This is bread. Bread.

(GUTTURAL VOICE) Bread.

And this is wine to drink.

Drink.
Drink.

Good.

We are friends, you and I.

Friends.

Friends.
(LAUGHING)

Good.

And now, for a smoke.

(GROWLING)

(LAUGHING)

(GROWLING)

No, no, this is good.
Smoke. You try.

Smoke.

Mmm! Mmm!

Good. Good.

Good.

Before you came,
I was all alone.

It is bad to be alone.

Alone, bad.

Friend, good.

Friend, good!
(LAUGHING)

And now, come here.

And what is this?

(GRUNTING)

This is wood
for the fire.

Wood.

(CHUCKLING)

And this is fire.
(GROWLING)

No, no. Fire is good.

Fire, no good.

There is good,
and there is bad.

Good. Bad.

Good!

Music?
A-ha!

(CHUCKLING)

(PLAYING LIVELY TUNE)

Can you tell us how to
get out of this wood?
We've lost our way.

Come in, friends,
and rest awhile.

Look.

It's the monster!

(GROWLING SOFTLY)

(GROWLING)

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!

(GROWLING)

My friend.
My poor friend.
Why do you do this?

(SCREAMING)

Friend.

Look.

(SCREAMING)

(GROWLING)

(ROARING)

(ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: Which way did he go?

This way! He's gone
this way! Over the hill.

(PEOPLE YELLING)

(MOANING SOFTLY)

Friend.

(RATTLING)

I can smell
the ghosts already.

I never could
stand graves.

Shut up and follow me.

Read the inscription.

What does it say?

"Died 1899.
Madeline Ernestine,
beloved daughter of..."

Oh, never mind that.
How old was she?

"Age 19 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.

(EXHALING)

Pretty little thing
in her way, wasn't she?

I hope her bones are firm.

It heaves lighter now.

Yes.

Well, Doctor, I guess
that's all for tonight.

Can we go home now?

Yes. I shall wait
here for a bit.
I 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!

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

If 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.

(LAUGHING)

I give you
the monster.

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

(GRUNTS)

Oh. I thought
I was alone.

Good evening.

Smoke.

Friend.

Yes, I hope so.

Have a cigar.
They are my only weakness.

Good, good.

Drink, good.

Good.

(CHUCKLING)

You make man like me?

No. Woman.

Friend for you.

Woman. Friend.

Yes.

I want friend like me.

I 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, I know.

Made me from dead.

I love dead.

Hate living.

You're wise
in your generation.

We must have a long talk,

and then, I have
an important call
to make.

Woman.

Friend.

Wife.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

That Dr. Pretorius
is here again, sir.

There. I knew it.

Send him away.
I won't see him.

I certainly will.

Good evening, Henry.

Baroness, I've not
yet had the opportunity

of offering you
my congratulations
on your marriage.

Pray accept them now.

Dr. Pretorius,

I don't know
what your business
is with my husband,

but whatever it may be,
I tell you frankly

that I 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, I heard
the carriage drive up.

I'll see that
the baggage is put in.

Then we're leaving.

I think you know
why I am here, Henry.

All the necessary
preparations are made.

My part in the experiment
is complete.

I 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.
I don't want to hear!

I've changed my mind.

I won't do it.

I expected this.

I 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.

I'll have no hand
in such a monstrous thing.

Yes. Must.

Get him out.

I won't even discuss it
until he's gone.

Go now.

Go!

Must do it.

Never.

Nothing can
make me go on with it.

(GROWLING)

Now.

Put the bags in the carriage,
and I'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 I don't like
leaving you alone.

Oh, nonsense, Minnie.
I shall be all right.

I hope so, milady.

(DOORKNOB CLICKS)

Is that you, Henry?

(SCREAMING)

(GROWLING)

Henry! Henry, help!

Henry!

Milady!

(MINNIE SCREAMING)

Elizabeth!

The mistress!

(SCREAMING)

What is it?
What's the matter?

Oh, sir! She's gone!

The monster!
He's got her!
I saw it!

The Baroness is gone!

This is Pretorius' doing.

Quick, search parties!
There's not a moment to lose.

(GLASS BREAKING)

I charge you, as you value
your mistress' life,

to do nothing
and say nothing
of this episode.

I assure you that
the Baroness will be
safely returned,

if you will leave
everything to me.

Nothing, that is,
except what he demands.

(SOBBING)

(GROWLING)

I can find no trace
of Elizabeth.

Oh, I admit I'm beaten.

But if you can
bring her back, I'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.

I'm ready.

Ah.

Mind the steps.
They're a bit slimy,
I expect.

I think it's
a charming touch.

It 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.

I think the heart
is beating.

(BEATING)

Look. It's beating,
but the rhythm of
the beat is uneven.

Increase the
saline solution.

Is 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.

It's stopped.

Shall I increase
the current?

This heart is useless.

I 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?

It will be well worth it,
and the Baron will pay.

Yes, yes.
Go and get it.

I'll try.

There are always
accidental deaths occurring.

Always.

I'll get your heart.
I'll go into that room.

I'll go into that room,
and I'll take my knife out
and I'll get it.

I'll hold her down,
and there'll she be.

Where, I ask you.
Where will she be?

A thousand crowns.

It's beating perfectly,

just as in life!

Oh, if only I can
keep it going until...

It was a very fresh one.

Where did you get it?

I gave the gendarme
50 crowns.

What gendarme?

It was a...

Police case.

Yes, very sad,
only we can't bother
about that now.

Can I do anything?

No, no, no!

I can work better alone.

(ELECTRICAL CURRENT SIZZLING)

(GROWLING)

Work.

Where's Elizabeth?
Have you brought her?

She wait. I wait.

I'm exhausted.
I must get sleep.
(GROWLING)

Work. Finish. Then sleep.

I can't work like this!

He must go away.
Send him away.

I'll settle him
for a little while.

Drink.

Good.

(GLASS CLATTERING)

(GRUNTING)

(LAUGHING)

That'll keep you quiet.

Elizabeth. She's dead.

Elizabeth is alive,
and she is well.

I don't believe you!

I have proof.

Proof?

In 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, I'm safe.
But, Henry, how long?

Come for me.
I'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.

(BEATING)

The heart is beating
more regularly now.

Yes. It'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!

It's beating
quite normally now.

Bring it over.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

The storm is rising.

All right.

The air is heavy
with electricity.

It's going to be
a terrific storm.

We shall be ready.

Isn'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.

(THUNDER CRACKLING)

Look.

The storm is coming up
over the mountains.

It 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!

(THUNDER CRACKLING)

Stand back.

(WIND HOWLING)

Stand by the roof!

Cosmic diffuser!

Wires! Send down
your wires!

All right,
stop your windlass.
I'm coming up.

(CRACKLING)

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!

(CRACKLING)

(HUMMING)

It's coming up!

Go back. Go back down!
(GROWLING)

Go down!

No, don't!
No! Get away!
Frankenstein!

Get away! Get away!

No, don't.

(SCREAMING)

No. Don't come near me!
(GROWLING)

Get away! Don't! No!

No! Get back!

Don't! Don't! Don't!

(SCREAMING)

Raise the cosmic diffuser.

Remove the diffuser bands.

(MOANING SOFTLY)

She's alive! Alive!

The bride of Frankenstein.

(GROWLING SOFTLY)

MONSTER: Friend?

(EXCLAIMS)

Friend?

(SCREAMING)

Stand back. Stand back!
(GROWLING)

(MOANING SOFTLY)

(SCREAMS)

She hate me.

Like others.

(GROWLS)

Look out! The lever!

PRETORIUS: Get away
from that lever!

You'll blow us all
to atoms.

Henry!

Undo the door! Henry!

Get back! Get back!

I won't unless you come!

But I can't leave them!
I can't!

Yes. Go.

You live!

Go.

You stay.

We belong dead.

(GROWLING)

(GROWLS)

(GASPING)

Darling. Darling.