Mary Shelley Page #7
- PG-13
- Year:
- 2017
- 120 min
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But the good doctor,
oh yes, he's more to your
liking, isn't he?
Where were you all night?
I do not have to justify
myself to you or to anyone!
- You have no idea the responsibilities I bear.
- What responsibilities?
She drowned herself, Mary.
Threw herself in the filthy
water at Battersea.
Who?
Harriet.
My wife.
It's time that we
left this place.
Claire?
He doesn't want me.
He said...
he said that he will provide
for the baby but that is all.
[crying]
It's been such a mistake.
Mary.
A mistake.
I wanted to say goodbye
to thank you
for your hospitality.
I know what you
must think of me
but I have never considered
myself one for fatherhood.
your situation.
Claire, unfortunately...
I never loved her.
Nor did I pretend
to love her.
Nor do I believe
she loved me.
But a man is a man,
and a girl is a girl.
And when a young girl comes prancing
to an old man at all hours...
...there is but one way.
And when we make such choices,
there are inevitably consequences.
Always see.
Safe travels, Mary.
I look forward to reading
your work some day.
[Godwin, voiceover] Rid yourself of the
thoughts and words of other people, Mary.
Find your own voice.
[Mary, voiceover] It was a
dreary night of November and...
It was a dreary night
of November
that I beheld the
accomplishment of my toils.
[dramatic music rising ]
Remember that
I am thy creature.
I ought to be thy Adam but I
whom thou drivest from joy
for no misdeed.
Everywhere I see bliss...
...from which...
[match strike]
...from which, from which I
alone am irrevocably excluded.
I was benevolent and good
Misery made me a fiend
Make me happy.
And I shall again
be virtuous.
"But soon", he cried
"I shall die
and what I now feel be no
longer felt.
Soon...
these burning miseries will
be extinct.
pyre triumphantly
torturing flames.
or if it thinks
it will not surely
think thus.
Farewell."
The End.
[Shelley, whispering]
Mary. Mary.
It is magnificent.
It exceeds even what I
believed you capable of.
It has so much potential.
I just have one question.
The doctor, he gets all
these body parts
and he sews them together in order
to make the most perfect creature
But when he brings it to life, essentially
what he has created is a kind of monster.
Yes.
Well couldn't it be something
more- something more hopeful?
Imagine if he could create the
perfect being. Um, an angel.
An angel?!
Yes, and in doing so he could
show what Man can be.
He creates a version of ourselves
that shines with goodness
and thus, thus delivers
a message for mankind.
It is a message for mankind.
Well I, I mean a message of
hope and of perfection.
know of hope and perfection?
Look around you.
Look at the mess we've made.
Look at me.
It makes sense this way.
- I'll take it to my publisher and convince...
- No. I will go alone.
[door closes]
[Publisher]
You are how old, Miss Godwin?
I am 18.
[Publisher]
If I'm old enough to bear children,
I'm old enough to put pen to paper.
young lady, wouldn't you say?
And when that young lady just
happens to be the wife, uh...
companion of Mr. Shelley...
Are you suggesting the work
belongs to Mr. Shelley?
Well, perhaps there are some other writings
of yours that I could compare it to?
It is my story.
Did you ask this of Mr. Shelley when
he first presented his work to you?
Or do you save this insult
for young women?
And you dare to question a woman's
ability to experience loss, death...
...betrayal.
All of which is present in this story.
In my story.
Which you would have realized if you'd
employed the time judging the work
instead of judging me.
[chatter]
[carriage passing]
[door closes]
Did you finish it?
Yes.
It chilled me to the bone.
It's good to enjoy a ghost
story now and then.
We both know this is
no ghost story.
I've never read such a perfect encapsulation
of what it feels to be abandoned.
I seethed with your
monster's rage.
I lusted for his revenge.
Because it was my own.
[gentle, dramatic music ]
I wonder...
...how many souls will sympathize
with your creature's torments?
More than should, I expect.
It is time I moved home.
You must get your story
published, Mary.
[echoing voices] Dear Madam, thank
you for sending us your manuscript,
'Frankenstein or
A Modern Prometheus'.
Unfortunately, this is not a
piece that interests us.
inform you that we shall not
be publishing your manuscript.
our taste in
judgement alike revolts
This subject is not to the taste of
our readers from a female author.
In fact, it strikes us as hardly an
appropriate subject for a young lady
We do not deny that the work has merit
but we are cautious in proceeding.
The truth is you have nowhere
else to go with your story.
The Lackington Group will publish it.
500 copies will be printed.
It will be published anonymously,
provided you write the introduction.
Well of course.
I'd be delighted.
So everyone will think
you wrote it.
Provided it's published,
what does it matter?
What does it matter?
How is it possible that you
still don't understand?!
You want me to abandon my claim because
my gender might spoil its success.
- I never said that.
- You don't have to.
Not once do you ever think about
the consequences of your actions!
You bear just as much
responsibility for our life as I.
I, I'm not the, some grand
architect of our misery, Mary.
You bear the responsibility.
I bear the responsibility
of ever believing in you!
[banging]
[melancholy music ]
[thumping outside]
[Polidori]
...thank you.
John!
- You look...
- Like I've seen better days?
Mr. Godwin said the same.
You saw my father?
Yes.
His shop is stocking my work.
You finished it.
Not quite.
Lord Byron!
I'd all but forgotten
about it until
Byron's publisher somehow got a
hold of it and printed it as his.
as the true author
but in response I've only
been called a plagiarist.
I will write to Byron and appeal
to him to tell the truth.
He has already tried.
He despises the story.
The public just has no
interest in the truth.
What about your
mysterious masterpiece?
The absence of your
name was notable.
It is ironic, isn't it?
I write a story lampooning Byron,
the blood-sucking devourer of souls
and he gets all the credit.
While you wrote about a desperately
lonely and abandoned creature.
Abandoned by an irresponsible
narcissist and She-
Shelley gets all the credit.
Nonetheless, congratulations.
Shelley must be pleased.
I haven't seen
Shelley in months.
It's for you.
We have created monsters,
Mary.
But let's not let them
devour us.
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