Frankenstein Created Woman Page #3

In here, you!

- What for?!

- Inside!

This is him, sir.

Show him the coat.

No use you denying it.

We have witnesses to prove that

you were wearing this coat.

I'm not denying anything.

So...

you admit that

this is your coat.

- Yes... or rather...

- Where were you last night?!

- I was here.

- I know that!

And after here, where?

Didn't you hear me?

- I heard you.

- Well?

- I don't want to tell you.

- No.

No.

And I'm not surprised!

- Take him away!

- Where to? Why?

- To be charged.

- Charged?

With what?

With murder, son.

I will prove, without

a shred of doubt,

that this man...

the son of a convicted murderer...

The story of a man's father

cannot be brought as evidence!

Indeed not.

As he was guillotined

in this very town,

within the living memory

of many of you,

for the same crime as has been

committed by his son!

"Like father, like son. "

I call my first witness.

- He said "I'll kill you for this".

- Those were his very words?

Yes, sir. That's exactly

what he said.

Do you recognize this coat?

Yes, it's mine.

Did you not give it somebody?

Somebody here,

in this very court?

Oh yes, of course I did...

to Hans.

He was so very cold,

weren't you, Son?

You are not allowed

to address the accused!

Accused? Accused of what?

- He wouldn't hurt...

- That will be all!

- You are Baron Victor Frankenstein?

- I am.

And what is your

occupation, Baron?

I am a busy man. Your Honor,

is this really necessary?

Please answer the question.

- Your occupation?

- I am a doctor.

- Of medicine?

- Of medicine, law, and physics.

And of witchcraft.

To the best of my knowledge, doctorates

are not awarded for witchcraft,

but in the event they are,

no doubt I shall qualify for one.

- You are a very clever man, Baron.

- Yes, I am.

- Too clever.

- Thank you.

Now, if you will kindly proceed,

I should like to get back to my work.

What kind of work, Baron?

- That is none of your business.

- Perhaps it is my business!

Your Honor, may I

state quite simply,

that I have known the accused

for several months,

and that I have always

found him to be trustworthy,

diligent, keen witted,

if not over intelligent,

concientious, abstemious,

and wholly reliable.

I know that he has been

accused of murder.

As a psychologist,

I can only say that I

consider it extremely unlikely

that he could commit

such a crime.

So...

you think you can tell a

murderer just by looking at him?

Yes.

I protest!

You say it is extremely unlikely

he could commit such a crime...

but not impossible.

No... not impossible.

And you say he had

a violent temper?

I certainly would.

And when he loses

this violent temper,

would you consider him

capable of murder?

Yes.

You must not put words

into the witness's mouth.

Then I shall re-phrase

the question.

What sort of a man

would you say that is?

A murderer.

Thank you. That is my case.

Do you still refuse to tell us

where you were at that time?

You realize you are leaving me

no alternative but to assume

that you were at

the scene of the crime!

Very well.

The jury will retire.

Guilty.

You will be guillotined

at dawn tomorrow.

Can't you get it into your head?

This is our chance!

We might have to wait years

for such an opportunity!

And here it is right

on our very doorstep!

- Why do you hesitate?!

- But is it right?

Right?! What has right

got to do with it?!

That boy is doomed! By this time

tomorrow he'll be dead!

Guillotined, and the pieces buried!

Oh, it will be so terrible...

What do we do?

Take his soul and preserve it...

up there... in my apparatus.

I want you to see

that his body is here

not later than one hour

after his execution.

One hour! You understand?

How do I get them

to give me his body?

You persuade one of his

jailors to lend it to you

for medical purposes.

- I can ask him.

- Ask him?!

Don't ask! Demand!

You've been the doctor here for

the last 30 years, haven't you?

You must know something

about everyone in the village.

Use that knowledge.

I'm sure they've all got

something they want to hide.

When you have his soul...

what then?

- I transfer it to another body.

- Body? Whose body?

Bodies are easy to come by.

Souls are not.

See you don't let me down.

- Aughtn't you to ask his permission?

- What on earth for?

He might not want

his soul up there.

He won't know anything

about it until it's too late.

Besides, he might refuse.

Coming!

Oh, it's you. Right.

I can't pay you.

They haven't paid me

for three months.

Don't know where

my next meal is coming from.

- You don't look as if you're starving.

- Wind.

All wind.

What do you want then, Doctor?

- I want you to do something for me.

- That makes a change, anyway.

What?

When they execute

that boy tomorrow,

I want his body.

Just for an hour. No more.

- What do you want his body for?

- Never you mind.

I want it.

Yeah... it's got something to do

with that Baron Frankenstein.

You're friendly with

him, aren't you!

Oh, no. I'm having nothing to do

with him and what he's up to. Oh, no.

Do you remember that

little girl in Innesbad?

- What little girl?

- The pretty one...

that started putting on weight,

all of a sudden.

And tried to pin it on to me!

But you fixed it alright,

didn't you, Doctor?

- Did you tell your wife about that?

- Are you mad?

And the time you

came back from Carlsbad,

covered in sores?

They was food

poisoning, they was!

That's what you told

your wife, wasn't it?

Hey, what are you getting at?

I want that body.

Look! It's an execution!

Driver, faster! We'll miss it!

Looks like a young man.

Driver, faster! Faster!

Hans!

Is there no one

who might be of help?

No one.

Very well.

Hans! Hans!

Hans!

Hans! Hans!

And there he is.

I'll pick him up again tonight

as soon as it's dark.

- You won't go spoiling him, will you?

- No, no. Please go. Please go.

- What's that noise?

- Nothing. Now, please go!

Baron!

Baron!

- Got him.

- Excellent.

Come on. Get him upstairs.

Just a minute. Right.

Ask who it is.

- Who is it?

- May we see you a moment, Doctor?

Hide this first.

Alright, answer it.

She drowned herself, Doctor.

Is there anything you can do?

Do?

Do what? A miracle?

No, I'm sorry.

There's nothing I can do.

Doctor Hertz and I

will do what we can.

Bring her in.

- But there is nothing I can do.

- Oh, yes there is!

Our young friend will live again

sooner than we thought.

In her body?

Why not?

No. She's twisted,

deformed and broken.

I'll have no part of it.

A blood clot somewhere

near the brain.

Nothing you can't put right.

I?

Yes.

Under my direction.

In six months time,

she'll be as good as new, Hertz.

Better.

Cut it.

- Keep still.

- It's alright, my dear. Alright.

There Doctor... your handiwork.

- You can be proud of it.

- My handiwork... but your brain.

Better get rid of that.

See... the hair has changed color.

Yes. Yes.

Well, the face is alright.

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