Frankenstein Created Woman Page #2

They're going to get

what they deserve!

I'll kill you for that!

Then you'll go the same way

as your father!

You want to prefer charges?

No.

- How about all this mess?

- I know him...

he'll come back in the morning

and clear it all up.

I want him charged with assault!

Three healthy young men

against one...

that won't sound so good

in court, will it sir?

Oh... never mind.

Oh, leave that, Christina.

You go on home.

You have to be up

early in the morning.

Well?

I'm sorry, Father.

It's not your fault.

Come on.

Off to bed.

And don't worry.

- Good night, Father.

- Good night, my dear.

Mine, I think, landlord.

Thank you. And where is

our young friend?

You may well ask.

Oh, I see.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Been having a party?

What have you done here?

- You should have that attended to.

- I'll be alright!

On the contrary,

without immediate attention

it could develop into something

quite unpleasant.

- What do you think, Doctor?

- Very nasty.

I'm sure Doctor Hertz will render

first aid, for a small charge.

- Well, how much?

- His normal fee would be 10 crowns,

but since this is an emergency, and

he has a charitable disposition...

perhaps I could persuade him

to do it for five?

- Payable in advance.

- Good!

Landlord?

My friend and I will dine.

Your menu, please.

And will you be so kind as to

put this on ice for us? Thank You.

- Hello.

- Are you hurt?

Only my pride.

I lost my temper.

- I know.

- I shouldn't have, I suppose.

Thank you for trying to help.

That temper of mine is

always getting me into trouble.

- Get me hanged one day.

- You mustn't say that.

Why?

Because of what they did

to my father?

You know what they say:

"Like father, like son".

- Never say that!

- I sometimes think I'm like him.

Oh, you're not like him.

He was a drunkard!

Who stole, and killed a man!

I know.

But I don't remember him

like that at all.

I only remember him as a jolly old

man who used to make me laugh.

You know... he was

always telling stories.

He'd take me for long walks

in the country and tell me

all sorts of wonderful things

about what we saw.

And I believed him, every word.

I'm sure he made them all up.

Did your father take you

for walks when you were a kid?

He never took me anywhere.

He didn't like to be

seen with me.

I see. Oh, sorry. I didn't mean...

But he's been very kind

in other ways.

Every penny he gets

he spends on doctors for me.

He thinks they might

be able to help.

And don't you?

We're going to see another one

tomorrow in Innesbad.

It won't be any use.

- Do you care?

- Yes, I care!

Terribly! I think of nothing else!

It eats me up!

Just to look ordinary,

not beautiful.

Just ordinary, so I could

walk about the streets

without hiding my face in shame.

You don't have to hide

from me, Christina.

- You know that, don't you?

- Please don't make it worse.

I love you, Christina.

Please. Please.

And I believe you love me.

Ah! Excellent.

Come along, Hertz,

we've work to do tonight.

- More?

- Well, certainly.

You don't think my experiments

end there, do you?

Haven't you grasped anything I've

been doing for these last 6 months?

I confess...

very little.

As I feared.

- An excellent meal, landlord.

- Have you finished?

- I suppose I have.

- Good.

Then settle the bill, will you?

Keep the change.

Gentlemen.

Look after that head.

Oh, landlord, eh...

I find myself

temporarily embarassed, eh...

- ... financially, I mean.

- I see.

And my companions likewise.

Do you think you could

see your way clear to...

Only until tomorrow.

May I remind you gentlemen that I

was told the same story last week,

and I'm still waiting

for my money?

Oh, well!

If that is to be your attitude, we shall

have to take our custom elsewhere.

Do that gentlemen.

It will cost me less.

Christina!

Christina!

Throw open thy window that

I may gaze upon thy beauty!

No, Hans. Leave them.

Don't go away.

Sweet Christina, fair of face,

Blessed with beauty,

filled with grace,

Lonely on your virgin bed,

you'll stay a virgin

'till you're dead!

No, Hans, no!

In your dreams a handsome lad,

Comes creeping to your virgin bed,

Hide your face. Don't let him see,

One look at it, and he will flee.

- I could kill them!

- No!

Sweet Christina, don't you cry.

It won't be long before you die.

Then from the heavens

a star will fall,

for the ugliest angel of them all.

For the ugliest angel of them all!

Forget them, Hans.

Love me.

Love me.

This has given me a thirst...

a lovely thirst

that needs quenching.

Will you gentlemen

assist me quench it?

Open the doors.

Hurry.

I can't wind this.

You see?!

The energy!

The force trapped in the

rock itself is being released.

Oh, it's magic!

Anything we don't understand

is magic, until we understand it.

To me, it's magic... all of this.

Until we understand it

and master it.

Help me, man! Hurry!

Switch that anti-clockwise!

Mind your hand.

Good.

Good?

He's just leaving.

This is our night.

- You first.

- No, you.

What is it to be, gentlemen?

Drinks on the house.

Come on out.

I know you're there.

Get him!

That's enough!

That's enough!

Now watch!

You see?

Indestructible!

A shield of indestructible matter!

We have succeeded, Hertz.

We have?

A frame of force so strong

that nothing can enter it...

and nothing can escape.

Baron...

one question, please.

What is it for?

What is it for?

To give life after death, my friend.

That's what it's for.

Life after death.

We have conquered death.

Herr Kleve!

I should have thought the

whole thing was perfectly clear

even to someone as

muddle-headed as you are, Hertz.

However, if you wish, I will

explain it to you step by step.

Yes. Yes, please explain.

Now, first of all, I have

established beyond doubt

that the soul does not leave

the body at the instant of death.

- Now, you understand that?

- Yes, yes.

And you agree?

- Yes.

- Good!

The second thing...

I have succeeded in creating

a frame of force so strong

that nothing can penetrate it.

Now, if nothing can penetrate it,

than nothing can leave it, agreed?

I suppose so.

No supposition about it.

It is a fact. You saw for yourself.

- Yes, yes, alright.

- Well... there you are, then.

Where am I? What has all this

to do with conquering death?

- Do I have to spell it for you?

- Yes, you do.

I am a muddle-head.

I'm a broken down,

drunken old muddle-head,

and you have to explain it for me.

One dies because

the body dies, not the soul.

Death is a physical thing,

not spiritual.

The body deteriorates, or just

decays, but the soul remains alive.

Now, if I can transfer

the soul to my apparatus,

repair the damaged body,

and then return the soul,

I have conquered death.

Is that not so?

If you say so.

I do.

I do say so.

Then it must be so.

Oh, look! It's almost daylight.

Would you like me to

make you a nice cup of coffee?

Alright, driver.

What's happened?

What are you all staring at?

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