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YOU ARE A STRANGER HERE.

SORRY. I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

[ Reverend ]

THAT IS LORD BYRON'S MISTRESS.

THE LORD BYRON:

LIVES HERE IN GENEVA?

ACROSS THE LAKE IN SIN...

WITH THE POET SHELLEY

AND MARY GODWIN.

[ Buchanan ]

YOU MEAN MARY SHELLEY.

THEY ARE NOT MARRIED.

PERHAPS NOT.

BUT SHE'S A GREAT WRITER.

EXCUSE ME.

A GIANT, YOU SAY?

WELL, THE TALLEST MAN

I EVER SEEN, SIR.

AND YET, YOU SAW HIM

ONLY AT NIGHT?

YES, SIR.

BUT HIS FOOTPRINTS

WENT ALL OVER MY FIELD

COME MORNING.

I DUG ONE UP:

TO SHOW YOU, SIR.

HERE'S YOUR BOX, SIR.

RAISE IT.

SHOW THE COURT.

[ Laughter ]

YOUR HONOR, THAT WAS

THE FOOTPRINT OF THE BEAS WHAT KILLED MY SHEEP.

I SWEAR IT!

I'VE SEEN IT WITH MY OWN EYES!

NOW, WHAT IF

IT WAS THE SAME BRUTE

WHAT KILLED THE LITTLE BOY?

[ Laughter ]

WELL, HOW DO YOU SUPPOSE

I LOST THE SHEEP? HUH?

HOW DO YOU SUPPOSE I GO THIS GASH ON MY FOREHEAD?

- SPIRITS.

- [ Laughter ]

NEXT WITNESS.

YOUR HONOR, JUSTINE MORITZ

IS AN INNOCENT CHILD.

- SIR, YOU'VE HAD YOUR SAY.

- SHE'S INNOCEN AS THE BLESSED VIRGIN.

FORGIVE ME, MISS GODWIN.

THE YOUNG GIRL OVER THERE,

IS SHE THE ONE ON TRIAL?

YES. SHE'S ACCUSED OF KILLING

WILLIAM FRANKENSTEIN,

WHO WAS SIX.

SHE LACKS THE PHYSICAL STRENGTH

NECESSARY TO COMMI THE CRIME AS DESCRIBED,

SO, OF COURSE,

SHE'S ACCUSED OF WITCHCRAFT.

IT IS A TRAVESTY.

YES, BUT EXCELLENT MATERIAL

FOR A BOOK, I SUPPOSE.

- WHAT DO YOU MEAN, SIR?

- MY NAME IS JOSEPH BUCHANAN.

I'M A GREAT ADMIRER

OF YOUR WORK, MISS GODWIN.

YOU MUST BE CONFUSING ME

WITH SOMEONE ELSE,

MR. BUCHANAN.

I'VE NEVER BEEN PUBLISHED.

CAN YOU IDENTIFY THIS?

IT'S THE LOCKET...

THAT BELONGED TO WILLIAM.

CAN YOU EXPLAIN HOW THIS CHARM

CAME TO BE AMONGS YOUR BELONGINGS?

WHEN I AWOKE,

I FOUND IT.

THE TRUTH IS,

YOU TOOK IT AFTER KILLING

WILLIAM FRANKENSTEIN,

AFTER BREAKING HIS NECK

AND WRENCHING HIS ARM

FROM HIS BODY!

COME, GIRL! ADMIT IT,

AND ALLOW YOURSELF THE MERCY

OF GOD'S FORGIVENESS.

NO! NO!

I-I DIDN'T DO IT!

EXCUSE ME.

NOW, AS TO THE CHARGE

OF WITCHCRAFT--

YOUR HONOR, WE FIND

JUSTINE MORITZ GUILTY...

OF THE MURDER:

OF WILLIAM FRANKENSTEIN.

JUSTINE MORITZ,

YOU HAVE HEARD THE VERDICT.

YOU ARE HEREBY SENTENCED

TO HANG BY THE NECK TILL DEAD.

EXECUTION IS SCHEDULED

FOR TOMORROW AT NOON.

POOR KID.

VICTOR, I BEG YOU

NOT TO GO.

WHERE ARE YOU?

I KNOW YOU HAVE RETURNED.

REVEAL YOURSELF.

- [ Growls ]

- [ Gasps ]

WHO ARE YOU?

GIVE ME WHAT YOU PROMISED,

OR I WILL BREAK HIM, VICTOR!

I WILL CRUSH EVERYONE

AROUND YOU!

THEN I WILL CRUSH YOU.

[ Whimpering ]

YOU MADE ME.

NOW YOU WOULD DESTROY ME.

WHY?

- YOU MURDERED MY BROTHER.

- MUR-DERED?

YOU STOPPED HIS LIFE!

HE WAS EASILY CRUSHED.

YOU SHOULD HAVE MADE HIM

STRONG, VICTOR, LIKE ME.

I DID NOT MAKE WILLIAM.

NO?

THEN... WHO DID?

HE WAS BORN OF WOMAN,

YOU MONSTROUS WRETCH.

I DID NOT ASK:

TO BE MADE MONSTROUS!

I AM ALONE AND MISERABLE.

MAKE ME A MATE:

AS YOU PROMISED.

MAKE ME A MATE,

AND YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN.

I WILL NEVER MAKE

ANOTHER LIKE YOU.

MAKE ME A MATE,

OR I WILL...

MURDER ELIZABETH.

VICTOR!

WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?

ARE YOU FROM THE COURT?

I TOLD YOU, I AM A DOCTOR.

I KNOW OF YOUR DISCOVERY.

I KNOW THAT YOU PUT LIFE

INTO THAT CREATURE,

AND I KNOW THAT HE IS KILLING.

I WANTED TO GIVE MAN

THE POWER TO CREATE LIFE,

TO FREE HIM FROM

A CRUEL AND FICTITIOUS GOD.

WHAT MAN EVER ACHIEVED THAT?

SCIENTISTS...

HAVE MADE FAR GREATER MONSTERS

THAN YOURS, VICTOR.

TELL THE TRUTH.

SHOW THE WORLD:

WHAT YOU HAVE CREATED.

IMPOSSIBLE.

I'VE CREATED AN ABOMINATION.

WHAT ABOUT JUSTINE?

WHO WILL FREE HER FROM THE MOB?

YOU CANNOT LET HER

PAY FOR YOUR SINS.

WHAT SINS?

I'M A SCIENTIST.

I CANNOT SIN. SHE MUST DIE.

THE TRUTH IS TOO UNBEARABLE.

IF YOU WANT TO EASE

YOUR CONSCIENCE ABOUT WILLIAM,

THEN HELP THE GIRL.

IF THEY KILL HER,

HOW WILL YOU LIVE

WITH YOURSELF AFTER THAT?

I DON'T KNOW.

HELP THE GIRL, VICTOR.

CONTINUOUS FLOW OF INK

CONTAINED IN BARREL.

REMARKABLE.

DID YOU MAKE IT CLEAR

THAT THE GIRL IS INNOCENT?

AND YOU SIMPLY LICK THIS?

YES. IT TASTES LIKE--

PEPPERMINT.

[ Laughing ]

VICTOR, THE GIRL.

YES, CERTAINLY.

THE GIRL IS INNOCENT.

GOOD. THEN I SHALL TAKE

THIS LETTER IN THE MORNING...

AND DELIVER I TO THE JUDGE IN PERSON.

NO, NOT THE JUDGE.

YOU MUST DELIVER I TO MY FIANCE, ELIZABETH.

SHE'S OF GOOD FAMILY,

AND THE JUDGE:

WILL LISTEN TO HER.

YOU ARE TRULY:

A MARVEL, BUCHANAN.

THIS ELECTRIC CARRIAGE--

YOU HAVE MASTERED

THERMODYNAMICS,

GEOMAGNETISM,

SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE.

WHERE DO YOU COME FROM?

THE MOON?

MOUNT OLYMPUS?

I LIVE IN THE SAME WORLD

YOU LIVE IN.

YES, TRULY.

THE WORLD OF SCIENCE.

WE ARE BROTHERS, DOCTOR.

[ Spectators Gasping,

Cheering ]

[ Both Giggling ]

- [ Growls ]

- [ Both Scream ]

- WHO MADE YOU?

- WHO ARE YOU?

WHO MADE YOU?

DID VICTOR MAKE YOU?

[ Together ]

HELP! HELP!

BACK TO THE GATE, BOYS!

- [ Growls ]

- [ High-pitched Whistle ]

[ Grunting ]

STOP THAT!

STOP... THAT!

- [ Gasping ]

- STOP THAT.

[ Groaning ]

FRANKENSTEIN VILLA?

IS ELIZABETH HERE?

IF YOU MEAN MISS LEVENZA,

SHE DOES NOT LIVE IN THIS HOUSE.

VICTOR ASSURES ME

THAT SHE IS HERE.

I HAVE AN URGENT LETTER

FOR HER. AH, AH!

VICTOR ASKED ME TO DELIVER

IT TO HER IN PERSON.

THANK YOU.

STAY. I WILL INFORM

MISS LEVENZA YOU ARE HERE.

[ Chattering, Indistinct ]

GOD DISAPPROVES OF

THE EAVESDROPPER, SIR,

AS DO I.

WON'T YOU COME IN?

I CANNOT SAY THA I AM GRATEFUL, SIR,

BUT I DO THANK YOU

FOR YOUR TROUBLE.

- ALLOW ME TO ESCORT YOU

TO THE JUDGE.

- BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?

WELL, THEY'RE GOING TO HANG

JUSTINE MORITZ AT NOON.

I'M AFRAID NO ONE

COULD PROVE HER INNOCENCE.

BUT THE LETTER:

EXPLAINS HER INNOCENCE.

THERE IS NOTHING HERE

ABOUT JUSTINE.

VICTOR WARNS ME THA I MUST LEAVE GENEVA IMMEDIATELY

FOR MY SAFETY.

WHERE HAS VICTOR GONE?

YOU MUST TELL ME,

OR JUSTINE WILL DIE.

WERNER!

LISTEN TO ME.

VICTOR'S BROTHER

IS ALREADY DEAD.

OTHERS HAVE BEEN KILLED,

AND MORE WILL FOLLOW

UNLESS WE ACT.

- VICTOR IS RESPONSIBLE,

ELIZABETH!

- WHO ARE YOU?

WHY WOULD YOU TURN ME

AGAINST VICTOR?

- WERNER.

- I WANT TO HELP HIM, ELIZA--

ELIZABETH.

REFERENCE MARY SHELLEY.

BORN:

MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT GODWIN.

MARY SHELLEY.

BORN:
1797. DIED: 1851.

MISTRESS TO THE POE LORD BYRON, AND WIFE

TO THE POET PERCY SHELLEY.

SHE IS CHIEFLY REMEMBERED

AS THE AUTHOR:

OF THE NOVEL FRANKENSTEIN.

HARD COPY NOVEL.

PRINTING A HARD COPY.

THE SUBJECT MATTER

IS ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE.

MISS SHELLEY WROTE THE BOOK WHEN

SHE WAS ONLY 19 YEARS OLD...

WHILE LIVING:

WITH BYRON AND SHELLEY

AT THE VILLA DIODATI,

PRESENTLY SOME 200 YARDS

NORTH-NORTHEAST.

BE FOREWARNED, DR. BUCHANAN,

PROBABILITY IS HIGH THA THEY ARE LATE SLEEPERS.

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Chuckles ]

MAYBE YOU COULD, UH,

POINT THAT THING ANOTHER WAY?

WHY SO?

TOURIST SHOOTING SEASON

OPENED TODAY.

I'VE BAGGED THREE ALREADY.

YES, BUT I'D HATE TO BE SHO WITHOUT A PROPER INTRODUCTION.

YOU MUST BE LORD BYRON.

I HAVE NO INTENTION

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