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[Water lapping]

[Breathing shakily]

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[Woodpecker pecking]

[Breathing heavily]

Percy: Oh.

[Laughs]

Here I am, writing you a beautiful sonnet,

in peace, finally leagues away from our families,

and I get attacked.

Show me.

"An Ode to Intellectual Beauty."

My love, it's beautiful.

Shouldn't we have gotten a carriage to Byron's?

Mary: It's only a 15-minute walk from our cottage.

Besides, I'm fine. Don't worry.

Let's enjoy our beautiful new start.

If you're happy.

Claire: Sister! Sister!

Mary! Mary!Claire.

Do you think Byron will help me? Wouldn't that be marvelous?

Help you?

My acting, of course.

I can see it already.

The Western stage.

Ophelia.

No, Desdemona.

And Juliet.

A lovesick teenager destined for a tragic and violent death.

Now that you mention it, moppet...

You'll see, Percy.

You'll see.

Do be careful with him, sister.

Don't forget...

♪♪

She's a haughty young thing.

Claire, don't run, sister.

She's excited.

Byron does throw the best parties.

Oh, we still need to unpack.

Please enjoy yourself tonight.

I want you to like my friends.

You found me!

-Byron. -Percy!

[Percy Laughs]

Byron: Mwah!

Miss Godwin.

[Smooches] [Chuckles]

What do you think of my not-so-humble abode?

Ooh! Isn't she glorious?

Oh, hello.

Oh, yes. Yes, you'll do.

Percy: Byron.

In. In. Tonight, it rains.

Cocktails are inside.

Quickly, before John drinks them all.

[Laughs]

♪♪

Percy: "One white skull and seven dry bones,

on the margin of the stones, where --"

Claire: "Where a few gray rushes stand,

boundaries of the water and land."

John: Ah.

Bravo. Bravo.

Bored! I'm bored!

Why must it rain incessantly?

It's just a first draft.

We need excitement.

Terror!

Quick, someone tell me a ghost story.

No more ghost stories.

Feel my fingers.

I'm already chilled to the bone.

[Giggles]

I've often thought how strange it would be

to write something as dark as a ghost story.

Percy: You'd need to enter the deepest and...

darkest corners of your imagination.

I've got it.

A competition.

You may bore me now, my friends, especially Polidori.

-Doctor -- -But in my benevolence,

I give you the opportunity to sound your voices.

Lend me your words, and I'll lend you mine.

But don't be angry when I leave you...

quivering with fear.

You'd need to awaken your own nightmares.

-Mm. -Byron, you're drunk.

Byron: Oh, shut up. Look, friends!

Right after night.

What do you see in the darkness?

Percy: The waves are dead.

The tides are in their grave.

Darkness doesn't need our help, only our scrivener.

Come, now, Mary.

Let's get you home.

[Birds chirping]

[Exhales deeply]

[Gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

[Inhales sharply]

[Breathing shakily]

[Groans]

[Breathing shakily]

[Gasps]

No. No. No.

[Inhales sharply]

[Breathing shakily]

Percy.

Percy!

[Body thuds]

[Distant shouting]

Oh!

[Inhales sharply]

[Breathing heavily]

[Breathing heavily]

[Wind whistling]

I've got you, my love.

[Exhales deeply]

I've got you.

She left me.

She's gone.

I know.

[Laughing]

John: Percy --

Byron: Percy, in your expert opinion, is that a goose, or --

Percy: Hey! Hey! I can't swim! I can't swim!

-Sink or swim, sport. -Idiots.

Percy: It's not funny.

♪♪

Percy: Hey.

Mary.

Hey.

[Inhales shakily]

[Sniffles]

It's alright.

[Inhales shakily]

Look at this.

It's beautiful.

You're beautiful.

Claire: Mary.

Come sit with me.

♪♪

Byron: Oh. Water me.

I'm parched.

[Claire giggles]

Thank you.

You know, my darling,

I think it's time we get to know each other better.

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Percy: Mary.

Mary.

She's a sharp girl, this new one, eh, Percy?

Though, I must admit, she's prettier than your wife.

What? Some sort of wild secret?

Mary, in case you've missed it, you're the other woman.

The mistress.

You're not quite Mrs. Shelley.

I am aware.

Thank you.

[Growls]

[Clears throat] So...

Mary: I'll be at Byron's.

Percy: Byron, I asked you to be nice.

[Door opens]

[Indistinct talking]

[Indistinct talking]

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[Man laughs]

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Mary.

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Mary.

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"Come...

to me...

in dreams...

my love."

[Mumbles indistinctly]

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[Indistinct talking]

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[Laughs]

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"...with...thy kiss."

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[Gasps][Music stops]

[Distant crying]

[Baby crying]

Percy: Was it the dream about the door again?

Just before.

But this time, it finally opened.

Come back to bed, love. Tell me all about it.

This...

feeling...

I feel like it's a story.

My story.

[Exhales sharply]

I feel like...

like Michelangelo.

Like Michelangelo?

Chipping away at a block of marble,

revealing the life inside.

It's already there.

Mm.

I must simply unleash it.

[Laughs]

God, I sound mad, don't I?

No. No.

Mary: What?

Come here.

♪♪

What?

There are times, my love, when I feel that

I'll never feel as powerfully as you do.

♪♪

[Mary exhales sharply]

♪♪

Mary: Be gentle with me.

Percy: Always.

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[Piano music playing]

[John clears his throat]

Everyone, John needs attention.

I have decided to call it "Vampyre",

a novel by the great Dr. John Polidori.

I quiver at the thought.

I have no doubt you will, George.

Because after all, he's not a man -- not a man.

Instead, a creature who consumes the blood of humans.

An autobiography, then?

It does sound remarkably awful, doctor.

Well, tell us how yours is so much better, then.

Do you even have one yet?

Well, of course I do.

Go on, Percy.

Scare us.

I wish to tremble.

[Chuckles]

Well...

there were...

three lobsters.

[Laughter]

Ridiculous.

I have nothing. Um...

But -- But prepare yourselves, gentlemen,

because it will not be I who terrorizes your dreams tonight.

Byron: Well, Mary...

what have you got?

Were you competing, too, then?

Tell them about your dream, about Michelangelo.

It's too early to speak of.

Oh, come now.

There's a hallway, and a door.

Inside, the feeling of something...

dead...

yet also alive.

It's the tale of a monster, a creature who craves love,

but only knows pain and terror.

Doesn't sound very scary yet.

It is.

Anyway, it will be...

...assuming I write it properly.

Now, tell us, Byron,

what have you managed to create between cocktails?

Byron: Well, it seems you've already won.

[Footsteps approaching]

Mary: Percy?

"Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought."

Oh, my love, it's heartbreaking.

I didn't mean to, um...

Percy, what's wrong?

Is this from your father?

Percy: Mary, stop.

[Giggles] Make me.

Stop.

Percy.

Percy, what does it say?

It's my wife.

Your wife?

Mm.

What has happened?

[Sniffling]

She's dead.

While she was pregnant.

She walked into the water.

She drowned them both.

I wished her gone for so long...

...but not like this.

Pregnant?

With your child?

Mary: When you went home for Christmas?

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Woman: Percy.

Percy!

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Percy: It's my wife.

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[Baby crying]

She drowned them both.

[Water running]

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[Laughter]

[Inhales sharply]

[Indistinct talking]

[Exhales deeply]

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[Inhales shakily]

The body.

♪♪

Then, the doctor...

would be...

here.

"It was this dreary night in November

where I beheld the accomplishment of all my work."

[Leaves crunching]

Mary: No one would sell to me at market.

Mary: Your father has stopped his payments.

Percy: Yes.

How are we to eat?

I'm a poet. I'm write for our supper.

But why has your father stopped payment at all?

He no longer supports our lifestyle...

unless we get married.

That's it? Surely, the solut--

No.

I won't marry again.

I won't.

So, I'm to be your mistress forever?

Abandoned whenever your mind changes?

[Slams table]

You are my partner for life, not my mistress.

If you do not trust that, then seek a better match.

And don't blame me for something I've never promised you.

[Birds chirping]

[Thunder crashes]

[Wind blowing]

[Door opens]

[Footsteps approaching]

[Smooches]

[Percy moans]

[Grunts]

Percy.

[Percy moans]

Percy.

You're drunk.

[Percy chuckles]

[Sighs]

Percy, stop it.

Percy: I love you.

[Belt unbuckles]

Percy, stop it.

[Moans]

[Sobbing]

[Inhales shakily]

[Sobbing]

♪♪

[Exhales deeply]

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♪♪

[Sobs]

[Inhales shakily]

[Inhales shakily]

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[Breathing heavily]

[Breathing shakily]

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"To examine the causes of life,

we must first have recourse to death."

Percy: Mary.

Mary?

Mary?

Percy: Mary. Mary.

Mary, I've edited your pages.

They're very good. Truly.

Truly, I never knew you had such darkness in you.

Mary, Mary, y-you're angry.

Our fight last night.

I'm so sorry, my love.

I've been so caught up in my writing, my wife, and...

Percy: Well, you're right.

Then, I go off drinking with my friends, and...

I should have stayed here, and apologized to you.

I'm a cad -- a real cad, you know?

I don't mean to continually disappoint.

I will be better.

Give me love.

♪♪

Hey.

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Mary: "It was this dreary night in November..."

Man [voiceover]: "...when I beheld the accomplishment of all my work."

♪♪

[Thunder crashes]

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Dr. Frankenstein.

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[Thunder crashes]

Now this is [???]

Mary.

Claire: Mary.

I said you'd better shut that window.

Snow is coming.

[Owl hooting]

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[Indistinct talking]

♪♪

[Baby crying]

[Crying continues]

[Crying continues]

[Crying continues]

[Crying continues]

[Crying continues]

[Crying continues]

[Crying continues]

[Crying continues]

[Exhales sharply]

[Sniffles]

[Gasps]

Percy!

Percy: Mary?

[Whimpers]

[Percy clears throat]

Doctor: Oh, you're awake.

Claire: What's wrong with her?

Is it serious?

You're pregnant again, Mary.

No. I can't be.

No, I can't.

Not like this.

It's alright.

You must be much more careful with this one.

Bed rest, no work.

We don't want another accident, do we?

And my writing?

Take my advice or not.

It's your life.

I'm merely a doctor.

Perhaps I could talk to Percy --

No.

Mary: I'll speak with him.

Percy: A baby?

What di the doctor -- Is it..

Is it safe?

Percy: Mary?

What are we going to do?

We'll be more careful this time.

We'll keep you calm --

I mean...

about the baby.

Well, raise it, of course, just like we planned to before.

Be serious, Percy.

We can't afford our own costs,

and we're to add another hungry mouth?

We'll make it work.

No, we won't.

What happened to the girl I ran away with?

What happened to "Forget the world"

and "It's worth it for our love"?

She woke up.

We can figure it out.

What matters is that we are together,

and I'll take care of you.

Mary: For how long?

I left my family for you.

I have been mocked and ridiculed for you.

I have watched you with other women,

and forgiven you for...

for...

And all I ask for in return...

is for security --

for money enough to eat,

for you to love me as I love you.

Is that really so evil?

Percy: Please don't do this.

I cannot lose another love, another child.

If marriage is the only solution, then so be it.

Mary: Don't say it like that.

Doesn't matter how I say it.

What's done is done.

[Henry Purcell's "Dido's Lament" plays]

♪ When I am laid ♪

♪ Am laid in earth ♪

♪ May my wrongs create ♪

♪ No trouble ♪

♪ No trouble in thy breast ♪

♪ Remember me ♪

♪ Remember me ♪

♪ But o-o-o-oh ♪

♪ Forget my fate ♪

♪ Remember me ♪

♪ But o-o-o-oh ♪

♪ Forget my fate ♪

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Mary: Claire?

Claire?

♪♪

Claire, sister, is that you?

♪♪

[Gasps]Victor.

Elizabeth.

Oh, Elizabeth.

♪♪

"The saintly soul of Elizabeth

shone like the street glance of her celestial eyes.

She was the living spirit of love and femininity,

and Victor loved her."

[Victor speaking indistinctly]

♪♪

Don't leave us now, Mary.

The story's just beginning.

"She weeps continually,

and accuses herself unjustly

as the cause of William's death."

Percy? -I'm shaking.

Percy. -Night is coming.

[Gasps]

You hear me?

Come on.

Let's get inside, yeah?

I thought of a new sequence.

That's good. Very good.

Percy: But darling, could you not pause the writing for a bit?

Claire says you need bed rest until the birth.

Mary: Until the birth?

Why, that's absurd. What on Earth would I do?

Well, it's only a few months.

Don't forget, I've done something for you,

and you must take care, for me.

You're both going to hold this over my head forever, then.

Aren't you?

Mary.

I-I want to make this work.

Please.

♪♪

♪♪

[Liquid pours]

♪♪

♪♪

Can you stop?

Please?

♪♪

♪♪

Go home to Mary.

I would if I could.

Percy: Mary, stop it.

Mary. Mary.

Mary: Don't talk.

Just touch me.

♪♪

[Mary moaning]

I'm alright. -I hurt you?

Mary: I'm alright.

Percy: Go to bed, Mary.

Go back to bed.

♪♪

♪♪

Mary.

♪♪

[Gasps]

Percy: Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

Wake up. Wake up.

Percy: I'm sorry.

-Percy. -Percy!

Claire: Mary.

Mary.

Are you alright? Are you alright?

Shh.

[Sobbing]

[Bell rings]

[Footsteps approaching]

Where is he?

Tell him to come here.

He's not here.

What do you mean, he's not here?

Where else would he be?

Is he at Byron's?

He hates this, too.

He asks me to stay.

I stay.

He asks me to lay in this bloody bed,

and I lay.

He even asks me to stop writing, and I stop.

What else does he need?

♪♪

[Screams]

Claire: You must push, Mary.

[Breathing heavily]

Where is he?

Where is the doctor?

Coming. They come.

Now, push, Mary.

Push.

[Screams]

I can't.

I can't.

Where is Percy?

Bring him to me, please.

Mary, listen to me.

If you do not push,

you will kill this child, and likely yourself.

Now, get ahold of yourself.

[Grunts]

Push.

[Breathing heavily]

[Gasps]

[Groans]

Percy.

Victor: It is me, if you wish it.

No, not you.

Please, God, not you.

I've missed you.

No. No. No. I want my husband.

I'm what you've got.

I want Percy.

I want...

[Groans]

Do you want to die?

Then, push.

I'm here, and I will never leave you again -- not like him.

♪♪

[Groaning]

[Inhales sharply]

[Screams]

[Squelching]

[Gasping]

♪♪

He's beautiful, Mary.

[Gasps]

Claire.

Wait -- Wait.

Victor.

Victor.

[Baby crying in distance]

♪♪

♪♪

It lives.

He's hungry.

Mary: Not now.

Claire: Mary...

[Baby fussing]

Take him away.

Take him away.

Take him.

[Inhales shakily]

That's not my baby.

Of course he is.

And he's hungry, longing for you.

Take him away, Claire.

Wait.

What of Percy?

Bring him home to me, Claire.

Tell him...

Tell him he has a son who's in need of a name.

I can't go back there.

Lord Byron...

he ended it.

[Gasps]

[Inhales shakily]

I thought you left me.

[Inhales sharply, exhales sharply]

[Inhales sharply, exhales shakily]

I have lost him, Victor.

I have lost it all.

Mary: "We continued to search for him until night fell,

when Elizabeth conjectured

that he might have returned to the house.

We went into the house with torches

for I could not rest when I thought that my sweet boy

had lost himself, and was exposed

to all the damps and dews of the night.

About 5:00 in the morning I discovered my lovely boy,

whom weeks before I had seen blooming and active in health,

stretched on the floor, livid and motionless.

the print of the murder's finger was on his neck."

Mary. Is she alright?

She's alright.

And you have a baby boy.

"Never will I give up my search for this horrible creature,

not until he or I perish."

Byron: "Fare thee well.

And if forever, then still forever, fare thee well."

Percy: Stop it. Get off of her, you savage.

Mary: "Then, with ecstasy, will I join my Elizabeth,

who even now prepares me for the reward of my tedious toil

and horrible pilgrimage."

[Door closes]

Percy!

[Baby crying]

You're here.

Claire: Can't you hear him crying?

He's only just started.

Percy: I have a baby.

Oh.

He has your eyes.

We should name him "William," after your father.

Give him here.

Oh, my. He's sick.

Mary: Where have you been?

Percy: I lost track of time.

For three weeks?

Forgive me.

You won't leave me again, will you?

I'll die.

I know it. I'll die.

Percy: Have you been writing?

I waited, just as I said I would.

[Birds chirping]

Claire: Be gentle with William.

You know he's not feeling well.

[William crying]

Mary, do you know what you're doing?

Of course I do. I'm his mother.

Shh.

Percy, look how sweet he is in my arms.

Our little boy.

[Sighs]

Mary, give him here.Damn it, Claire!

[Crying]

Give him to Claire.

Please.

[Coughs]

[Crying stops]

Claire: Mary.

Mary: Make love to me.

Percy: I'm tired.

I'm tired.

Go to sleep.

[Sighs]

[Exhales deeply]

Victor: Lonely, lonely Mary.

You can't be here.

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I can't want you.

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[Gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

[Moans]

[Breathing heavily]

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"The blood flowed freely in my veins,

but a weight of despair and remorse

pressed upon my heart which nothing could remove."

"I wandered like an evil spirit,

for I had committed deeds of mischief beyond description --

horrible.

And more -- much more -- was yet ahead."

♪♪

Dear God.

Percy: Mary?

Mary, what's happened?

[Birds chirping]

"I feared the vengeance of the disappointed fiend,

yet I was unable to overcome my repugnance

to the task which was enjoined me."

Mary.

I think it's time for you to take a break.

It would do you good to get away from this cottage.

Or would it do you good to have William all to yourself?

Mary, please.

Let's go to Byron's, just for the weekend, yeah?

I'm almost done.

The final chapter.

You can stop now, Mary.

All the bills are paid, food is on the table.

There's no need for more pages.

Leave me be.

Mary.

Mary, we beg you.

"I took refuge in most perfect solitude,

whole days on the lake alone,

listening to the rippling of the waves, silent and listless."

Do you hear yourself? You're sounding mad.

And your jealousy is sounding childish.

Jealousy?

You wish to stop these words.

Why? Because I challenge you?

Because the great Percy Shelley

may have finally found some competition?

Sure. Fine.

You want to be alone? So be it.

What do you mean?

Percy!

Claire: Let me.

[Indistinct shouting in distance]

[William crying]

Mary: Percy, wait!

I'll stop.

I can. I will.

[William crying in distance]

♪♪

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[Floor creaking]

♪♪

[Gasps]

♪♪

Victor, make this end. I must stop.

Victor: I have worked hard for years for the sole purpose

of infusing life into an inanimate body.

And here it is before me...

my creature.

♪♪

My creature -- she lives!

Percy: I can't leave her.

You have to do something.

How have you grown years in just months, moppet?

I love this family.

I can't watch it burn.

Please, Percy, we must take William to a safer home.

[Footsteps approaching]

Mary?

He sleeps.

He was crying, but now he sleeps.

No.

No.

[William crying]

Mary, what's happened?

I found him.

He was...so still.

Give him back to me! He cries for his mother.

-What did you do? -She's killed him.

What are you talking about?

Listen to his cries.

-The child is -- -...dead, Mary.

He's not dead.

Mary, he's gone.

Mary: Cry for them.

Cry louder so that they will hear you.

[Crying stops]

[Gasps]

Victor, what's happened?

Restore his life.

Do for him what you did for your creature.

Percy: Mary, stop.

My dear, I can't.

♪♪

Mary, stop.

Please, sister.

Let me hold him.

Let me hold my baby.

Aah!

No.

No.

No.

[Sobbing]

No, not again.

Not again.

Mary, close your eyes, Mary.

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[Sobbing]

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Victor: Lock yourself in.

Open it for no one but me.

What's going on?

I have a growing feeling that it is not safe.

My creature is trying to kill me.

Now, hurry. Go.

Woman: Remember.

I yet have power.

Yes.

I can make you so retched

that the light of day will be hateful to you.

What are you doing here?!

You are my creator, but I am your master.

Now it is the innocent who will suffer.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

How could you?

Lifeless and inanimate.

Bye-bye, Beth.

Claire: Mary.

Elizabeth.

I'm not Elizabeth.

See me, sister.

You've been very ill, Mary.

We thought it was just the waiting, but it's much more.

It's time for you to see a doctor.

My child is dead.

I need rest.

You need much more than that.

♪♪

Stop.

This is what you've wanted, isn't it?

With me out of the way,

you'd finally have a family all to yourself.

Mary, listen to yourself.

You've been ever so patient, sister.

Come now. Get up.

If this house burdens you so much,

if my sadness is more than your feeble mind can understand,

then it is you who need to leave.

Do not forget, Percy's my husband,

and you are a guest.

You are a guest in our house.

I can't possibly try to understand

the pain you're in...

but you can't blame me.

Mary: Do not!

[Breathing shakily]

Get out of my house.

Claire: Mary, please --

I won't hear your voice anymore.

Where will I go?

I don't care.

You are not my sister.

♪♪

I never --

Get out!

-I'm so sorry. -Get out.

[Sobbing]

Claire.

[Door closes]

[Footsteps approaching]

Mary: Percy?

Mary: I want to fix us.

Shh, shh, shh.

[Moans]

[Breathing heavily]

[Incoherent muttering]

[Speaks indistinctly]

That's what we need.

Another child.

We'll be together.

[Birds chirping]

[Exhales deeply]

Percy?

What are you doing, my love?

Percy?

Mary.

Is it you?

[Gasps]

Victor.

Geez, Mary. You and your fits.

You...

You...

Always you.

[Breathing heavily]

Jesus, Mary.

[Exhales shakily]

[Victor laughing]

Stop.

Stop.

[Breathing heavily]

I thought this might help.

What have you done? What have you done?!

I was just trying to help.

I was just trying to help.

You spiteful, jealous man.

How could you?

My novel!

That was my world!

I was your world.

But you left me.

I left you?

Ileft you?

You're right.

I drove you to this madness --

just like I did before, with her.

I am not mad.

I choose this.

You can't leave me. You can't leave me.

You wouldn't. -Stop.

I love you.Then let me go.

Percy, stop!

Percy, please.

Percy, wait.

Percy.

♪♪

We can fix this.

There's nothing left to fix.

Only fragments of the woman I loved remain in you.

You're a monster, Mary.

[Victor laughing]

♪♪

♪♪

No!

♪♪

[Victor laughing]

We were born for this.

We were made to withstand this pain and torment --

for each other.

[Gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

Oh, God.

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Percy.

Percy.

[Breathing heavily]

Percy!

[Breathing heavily]

Percy!

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[Sobbing]

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Victor.

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[Sobbing]

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Mary: "Beware.

For I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

For if I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear."

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Percy?

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Yes.

Shh.

There you are, my sweet boy.

[Chuckles]

"Frankenstein" is selling well.

Just as you said.

I told you the pages weren't necessary.

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We make a beautiful family.

Don't we?

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[Baby crying]

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