Original subtitles

OK, Cut!

Achtung.

Kaput!

Hey, Schuter, tell him OK, already.

How was it, Morgan?

Like a Rembrandt.

OK, wrap it up.

Let's go back to the castle.

Halt, Himmler.

I don't need him anymore, Schuter.

Help her, Mike.

Hey, Rinaldi, can it and airmail it to Leo.

How long that run?

Forever.

Jealousy, jealousy, lover.

Don't blame me because you're no longer an ingenue.

That's not exactly what you said when you married me.

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 spell my name right

when you wire out your next story,

you're on my hate list.

I don't know.

I may not be able to afford the alimony.

I may have to sleep on it.

Oh, I just bet you will.

How I suffer for Douglas Roe,

Madison Avenue, and all those lovely sponsors.

Scalped by Indians one show

to recreate a covered wagon massacre,

boiled and eaten the show before

on the Donner 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 ancestors' castle in Germany?

Oh, well.

Achtung and heil residuals.

How could you inflict these people on me, Godfried?

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.

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 is nothing left.

See...

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, Godfried?

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 them.

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. Ha.

Would anyone ever believe

that you and I are the same age,

that I am even still a man?

Victor, why don't you accept

the government's offer of a scientific post?

And wait for politicians to make up their minds?

I am the last of the house of Frankenstein,

but how much time to you 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 this strange secrecy behind your wanting all this equipment?

Why for days at a time do you disappear

without anybody knowing what you are up to?

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

exacting promises that you must have it at once.

Victor, tell me...

Tell me before I am forced to think what...

What I dread to be the truth.

Godfried,

remind me to tell you sometime

the story of the inquisitive commandant who...

It wasn't good. It was great.

What did you expect?

Oh, hi, Baron.

Got word they're shipping out that power unit

or whatever it is you wanted from Berlin.

Should be here in the next few days.

Godfried, I was going to call you.

These are the TV release forms

for continental broadcasting

for the Baron and you to sign off.

The sooner the better, Mr. Roe.

Then I can get on with my work.

Glad you brought that up, Baron.

I'm going to rewrite the whole script

and open up the show with you.

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

Scotch.

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

Real type-casting.

I got the whole thing figured out.

Coffins, epitaphs,

lightning, thunder,

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.

Uh, 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?

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,

then we'll start rehearsals.

You say the unit will be here in a few days, Mr. Roe?

OK, Doug.

Hey, Morgan, check the vaults

for lighting and camera angles.

You may need some 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 fooling around with atomic gizmos.

You're going to be a television star

with 60 million ecstatic fans

screaming for more of you.

Give a few, take a few,

what with the commercials.

The Baron may even get his own sponsor.

Well, you think a series right here from the castle

is such a bad idea?

That could be my pleasure...

With you as my leading lady, Miss Hayes.

Mr. Roe,

I'm becoming reconciled to your presence here.

Your coming here may be the solution to all my problems.

What'd I say?

"I, 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."

Huh.

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, I 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 rewarding.

He created...

A living man.

But, to his horror,

what did he discover

but 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 incarnate.

Then he realized...

What he had created, he must kill.

But because he was the creator,

he could not bring himself to destroy it... utterly.

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 nevermore could it bring terror to mortal man

or challenge God,

the only true creator for whose merciful forgiveness

he prays.

I'm sorry. I...

I guess I got carried away.

Well, Uncle Douglas will just have to

comfort you tonight, dear.

His favorite indoor occupation.

Stick to the script, Judy.

Baron, you were great. Just terrific!

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'll make you sleep like a baby.

Maybe you'll have a couple of real nice dreams.

Ja wohl? Auf weidersehen?

Well, wrap it up.

Tomorrow's another day.

Baron, you pick up lines pretty fast.

Well, good night, Baron.

Good night, Mr. Roe.

Ahem.

Come on, Judy.

Doug, 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 a national magazine.

Yeah. They're going to cover the Frankenstein party

here at the castle right after the show.

Got a whole thing going.

Goblins all over the place, running wild.

Yeah, goblins.

Goblins. That's right.

We're running a national horror contest.

The most beautiful goblin from each country.

Yeah, you're not just whistling actoo lieber augustine.

We got some goblins that'll kill you, man.

Anything else?

OK, Thanks.

Yeah, frauline.

This here Elvis.

And now we try the London times maybe, baby?

Four hour delay? Cancel it, Brunhilde.

I'll try it again tomorrow.

Frauline?

A little bit more coffee?

Oh, no, thank you.

Oh, Schuter, I was in town today,

and, well, I thought you might like this.

No. Frauline...

Oh, it's nothing, really.

A man your age out in all this dampness and fog.

Make believe that it's your birthday.

No.

It'll help keep you warm when you're working around the castle.

I don't know what to say to that.

Thank you.

Schuter!

Ja wohl. Ja.

You are richly endowed

to have one as lovely as Miss Hayes bestow gifts upon you.

Ja wohl, Herr Baron.

Revised script.

It can wait till morning to be typed.

Baron, it won't be long now.

As you say, Mr. Roe,

it won't be long now.

Hey, Doug, we'll have to spark some arcs out there

if you expect to cut through that fog for the night stuff.

Let's not cut through it.

The more atmosphere, the better.

OK, It's your baby.

But I still say it's gonna fog up the whole night scene.

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, huh?

Right out of here.

Oh, Mike, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to take it out on you.

Torch, scorch, on the porch.

OK, Judy, forget it.

Godfried, 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?

Herr Godfried.

I shall really have to tell you the story

of the inquisitive commandant.

The one at Belsom, 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 will always share the truth.

I know the history of your family.

I know you are the last of your line.

There are no others to follow you.

What are you trying to say?

I don't know.

I wish I knew.

Tuesday, 20:18 o'clock...

Resuming work.

As a result of stripping the 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.

Pores 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 rebirth.

Schuter!

H-Herr Baron.

Ah, my poor Schuter.

Why did it have to be you?

H-Herr Baron, I... I do not understand

what is happening here.

A miracle, Schuter.

Come here.

Ja wohl, Herr Baron.

No!

Herr Baron, you have opened its grave.

You have... Brought the thing back.

Will bring it back, Schuter.

No, Herr Baron.

You...

No, you can't do that. You...

You...

You cannot kill me.

Come closer, Schuter.

Come closer.

But, you... you cannot k-kill me.

You can...

I must, Schuter.

Please, Herr Baron.

You leave me no choice.

Herr Baron...

You will live again, Schuter.

You will live again.

No.

You will hear me

and your brain will obey.

No, Herr B...

Think.

Think, Schuter.

What glory it'll bring to the name

of the house of Frankenstein.

No more pain,

no more suffering.

I'm doing you a favor, Schuter.

Ja... ja wohl,

Herr Baron. Ja wo...

I'm saving you the pain and misery

and discomfort... of old age.

Ja wohl.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Ja wohl, Herr B... Herr B-Baron.

You'll sleep, Schuter.

You'll sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Peaceful sleep.

Sleep.

Now tying off the aorta,

and superior and imperior

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.

Suturing aorta and two cavae 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.

Schuter 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'll never know

who you'll find dead in an oven.

Schuter!

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?

Schuter!

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

Why not?

Well, it may surprise you,

but even Schuter has relatives of his own.

He's gone to stay with them at Vertenburg,

eh, 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.

Oh, it wasn't your fault.

The men with your equipment for the lab woke us.

It's here? It arrived?

Yes, about an hour ago.

Splendid, splendid.

Schuter's brain restored,

all membranes intact.

Continuity between the medulla

and spinal cord restored.

Cerebrum enclosed with tantalum prepared

in accordance with glux standard

trephining technique.

You seem rather disturbed, my dear.

Oh, it...

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 Schuter when he...

Comes back.

That may be some time.

I'll send it to him.

Yes.

Where is he, Victor?

Where is Schuter?

Before you tell me that he's gone

to see his relatives,

remember that I am aware

he has no relatives anywhere.

Yet this morning I looked into Schuter's room.

All his clothes are still there.

Godfried's dear old friend.

Remember the story I was going to tell you?

The story about the inquisitive commandant?

The one who was at Belsom?

He, too, was always asking questions,

prying, seeking to learn

what went on in other men's minds.

Do you know what it's like, Godfried,

to hear the same voice over and over?

Always, always the same words

eating into you every day,

day after day.

No, of course you don't.

You weren't there.

But I was.

I had to listen.

And then one bright, lovely day,

they found the poor fellow.

He had no tongue.

Imagine the irony of it, Godfried.

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 capsules...

7 degrees centigrade.

Radiation nil.

I am now starting up

the atomic steam generator.

I'm now starting the timer.

Temperature, 52 degrees.

Geiger-Muller at 3.66.

Experiment proceeding as planned.

Time, 22:03.

All radiation off.

Zero on Geiger-Muller dial.

Who is it?

Me, who do you think?

It's rather late.

I know, and I'm standing in a draft, honey.

Come on, open up.

You better go.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Caroline.

Please go.

Schuter...

Schuter!

Schuter, can you hear me?

Schuter...

Schuter...

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

Schuter.

Schuter!

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Ah.

Can you understand me?

I see you do.

Schuter, raise your left arm.

Ah...

Now your right arm, Schuter.

You understand me, don't you, Schuter?

Good.

Ah, Schuter, 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, Schuter?

I have none to give you,

but we will get you some.

You understand me, do you?

Good.

Who's there?

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."

Ah, 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.

You think that 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 him 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 shuteye.

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.

Aw, let's talk this over.

Not now. On your way.

One more thing...

Save it.

Aw, Judy, let me stay.

Across the hall... your room.

Judy.

Now what?

Don't be like that.

Sorry, pal.

Let me in. 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.

You know what we forgot?

You forgot to kiss me good night.

Good night, Mike.

Aw, please, Judy, open the door.

I'm going to be very angry,

and I'll never let you in my room.

Aw, Judy.

Mike, if...

You fool, Schuter.

I sent you for Roe.

Now you have no eyes,

this poor girl is dead...

We're both in great danger.

Look,

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 carrying that torch for you.

I tried to talk her into giving me some time.

Oh, maybe I talk too much.

Or 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 frauline Judy?

Well...

I know that she is beautiful and charming.

What else does one need to know about any woman?

Seriously, though, I've 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 pouted 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 wonderfully

in that old apple tree up on the hill.

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

But I feel that I should warn you.

They say the tree has a curse on it

and anyone who sits in it

will hang from it by nightfall.

Oh, I... 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,

and we'll go in for the rest

of the picture in retrospect.

Let's go. I want to see it.

Godfried, is the laboratory

included in the contract with Mr. Roe?

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 em.

Again you do not understand.

The answer was no.

I have no intention of reconsidering.

Hmmph.

You and Carol,

go down and check the vaults.

Mike,

come upstairs.

I got a new fiche I want to try.

I, uh, doll, uh... Bring it up a little, huh?

Mm-hmm, a little higher.

Yeah, uh-huh. That's OK.

OK?

According to my Hooper rating, it's perfect.

Yeah, sure.

Uh, come on, let's try one more shot, huh?

You, uh, back up in there, huh?

Uh, look, um, uh, back up there, huh?

I want you to get back there.

That's it. Now turn around.

Yeah. Keep backing up.

Backing up. Right, keep going.

Hup, easy there, will ya?

Back up. Go ahead. Good.

Go all the ways around now.

Outside. I want you

to make a clean entrance.

All the ways out.

It's dark in here.

Doll, that's the idea.

I want you to come into the light

from the dark.

Back up.

Get your hand out of it.

OK, now make a clean entrance.

Uh-huh, now, uh, walk towards me.

Like this?

Yeah, that's real crazy.

Uh-huh, fine. OK, stop there.

That's fine, doll.

Let's try it once more,

and stay a little more to camera left, huh?

OK, back up now.

That's it, keep backing...

Watch out for that step.

That's it. Now... go on, doll.

You know where you are.

Go all the ways back.

All right. Now on the other side.

Get your shadow up there.

Fine, OK, now come on in.

That's... uh-huh, come on.

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

Perfect.

Oh, thanks, doll. That'll do it.

You coming?

Uh, nah, I think I'll stick around here

and line up a few of my shots.

OK.

Help.

Please!

Don't do it!

Please, don't!

Hmmph.

One of those relatively rare

persons with a-type blood.

Under the circumstances, any attempt

at transplantation is out of the question.

And you're saying, Mr. Roe,

your cameraman has been missing since yesterday

and your secretary since the day before?

You wish the police to find them.

That is so, is it not?

That's right.

Are you sure they had no reason for leaving?

Well, the frauline Judy was married

to Mr. Roe 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 that he needed.

Thank you, Herr Baron.

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. Roe, I imagine,

would have us 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 frauline 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.

Mr. Roe, I fail to see

the meaning of this search.

It is irreverent

disturbing the sleep of the dead.

I'm sorry, Herr Baron.

My dear inspector,

you must make allowances

for these showpeople.

They live in a world

of fanciful dreams.

Hidden doors,

sliding panels,

even sudden disappearances...

The nonsense of things that don't exist.

World of make-believe.

Exactly what I said to myself, Herr Baron.

They will stop at nothing at all

to 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

and 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.

Godfried, come with me.

I wish to proffer 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. Roe.

If it turns out you have made false statements,

you will find the penalties quite severe.

It's so nice to have a policeman along

in this dark, old place.

Well, permit me to offer you my arm, frauline.

Oh, thank you.

Another disappearance, Victor?

Too bad.

First Schuter, then the frauline,

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 are lying.

What a wonderful commandant you would have made.

Always suspecting people,

prying, asking questions.

You really want to know what became of Schuter?

And the other two.

What can I do?

You forced me to satisfy this...

Inordinate curiosity of yours.

It would be a welcome change.

You really wish to know...

Where my scientific aspirations have led me?

Yes.

I have a greatest impatience.

Godfried...

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.

You will need it.

Victor...

I'm puzzled.

Can I trust you, I wonder.

You've trusted me this far.

So I have.

All right.

Stay where you are.

Godfried.

Godfried.

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 Ed.

You stick around and take care of Carol.

Good evening.

Good evening, frauline.

Good evening, Baron.

Excuse me, I was...

Just on my way up to bed.

Where is Mr. Roe?

Uh, upstairs.

Uh, he... he's working.

Uh, he'll work himself to death one of these days.

Ah.

Uh, he hates being 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.

It 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 you.

Ah, yes, there.

See that coin?

It is insured for $10,000.

See how it...

It seems to gather the light and...

Draw the eye.

Yeah.

I get great repose from these...

Things of age and beauty.

They soothe one.

Seem to induce sleep.

Sleep.

Close your eyes, my friend.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Where is Roe?

He went to the police.

Now listen carefully.

When the clock strikes the quarter,

you will knock on the frauline 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.

$10,000? 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.

Pleasant good evening to you.

Good night.

I tell you, inspector, this is not all.

You, Horst, tell the inspector what you told me.

You got the only taxicab in town, is that right?

Ja.

Did you ever take this lady

from the castle to the station?

No, mein Herr.

How about this man?

No, mein Herr.

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 Roe back yet?

He's downstairs.

I'm so glad.

He's waiting for you.

Roe?

Roe?

All right, Schuter,

bring her down here.

Baron!

Baron!

Baron!

Schuter, Schuter, down here.

Baron Frankenstein.

No!

Carol.

Schuter, do as I tell you.

Bring her down here.

Schuter.

Upstairs, Schuter.

Schuter.

Down here, Schuter, bring her down here.

Upstairs, Schuter.

Caroline!

Up here. Come on.

Caroline!

Down here, Schuter. Bring her down here.

Caroline!

Schuter, no.

No.

Schuter, upstairs.

Upstairs, Schuter.

Upstairs.

Caroline!

Upstairs.

Carol!

Roe, Roe, down here in the vaults!

Roe, Roe, down here!

Down here in the vaults!

Roe!

Schuter, Schuter, go back.

Go back, I tell you,

or you'll be destroyed.

Schuter.

The radiation will kill you.

Go back, I say, back.

Schuter, no.

No, no.

Back, no.

Go back.

It's all right to enter, mein Herr.

I made you in my image

so the name of Frankenstein could survive.

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