Son of Frankenstein Page #3

Yes, but I can't mend a broken neck.

Nobody can mend Ygor's neck.

It's all right.

So you doctor?

Yes, I'm a doctor, amongst other things.

You come with me.

My grandfather.

My father.

Is this what you wanted to show me?

He's alive!

- How long has he been here?

- Long time.

He is my friend.

He does things for me.

- Has he always been here?

- Nearly always.

This is place of the dead.

We're all dead here.

- But he's not dead.

- No, not dead.

Asleep.

Sick.

He has been so many months.

What happened?

- Did you...

- Oh, no.

It happened one night

when he was outside.

Outside?

Yes. He was...

hunting.

There was a great storm.

He was standing under tree...

when lightning strike.

- How did he get in here?

- I find him and bring him home.

But he walks no more.

Evidence of trauma...

exactly the same as a human being.

- He was supposed to be destroyed.

- No.

He cannot be destroyed.

Cannot die.

Your father made him live for always.

Now he is sick.

Make him well, Frankenstein.

- I don't know whether I...

- Your father made him.

And Heinrich Frankenstein

was your father, too.

Do you mean to imply then that...

that is my brother?

But his mother was lightning.

Electricity. We'll see.

I'll get my instruments from the castle.

We'll take him up there.

No!

You cannot take him away.

Just up there in the old laboratory...

where I have light and room.

Please. You understand.

No one must see him, Frankenstein.

But does anyone know that he's here?

Good.

And no one will know that he is here...

until your creation, Father,

walks again.

What's going on at Castle Frankenstein?

The whole village is alarmed

with anxiety.

- Our men report nothing but quiet.

- Quiet?

There's nothing so ominous as quiet.

Besides, it isn't quiet.

From the cemetery on Crag Hill...

Hans Stenble can see Castle Frankenstein

with his field glasses.

The servants have been moving large

crates and boxes into the old laboratory.

They even have old Ygor helping them.

We Frankensteinians

are as nervous as cats.

We grovel at the howl of a wolf.

When the wind slams

the door or a shutter...

we tremble in our shoes

and hide ourselves like frightened rabbits.

And always will

with a Frankenstein in our midst.

What's he doing?

That's all we want to know.

Yes, we want to know.

Let's get Ygor here

and make him tell us.

Yes!

All right, Ygor, make it fast.

Ready?

Ready!

No!

What's the matter with you?

What are you doing?

He cannot come in here. No one.

You want me to make him well?

Very well, then. I'll need some help.

This man is not just my servant.

He's been with me for years,

helping me with my experiments.

I need him now to make notes.

All right, I'll not make him well.

But if he tells...

All right, come along, Benson.

Get your notes, Benson.

Iris contracted.

Marked sclerectasia.

Mental abnormality.

Considerable osteodermia

in the frontal region.

Apparently these

are the exterior electrodes.

The means by which my father

inducted the vital energy into the body.

Systolic pressure, over 300.

Diastolic, over 220. Three times normal.

Definite hyperpituitary. Minus 65.

That accounts for his great size.

No human heart

could possibly function like that...

especially in his condition.

It's beating at over 250 to the minute.

He's completely superhuman.

Get your notes, Benson.

Left ventricular preponderance.

And look at this, Benson.

- Do you know what those are?

- No.

Bullets. Two bullets in his heart.

But he still lives.

I've never seen blood like that before.

Polymorphocellular.

Extreme hemachrosis.

The alpha leukocytes

apparently do not dissolve.

The structure of the blood is quite

different from that of a normal human being.

The cells seem

to be battling one another...

as if they had a conscious life

of their own.

- What was in those boxes?

- All kinds of things. Machines.

- What kind of machines?

- All kinds.

Wheels turn around,

electric lightnings come out.

Bottles, big ones, little ones.

Medicine. All kinds.

He doctor.

I don't understand his business.

I am blacksmith.

Body snatcher, you mean?

Yes.

Has he asked you to rob any graves?

- To get him a body?

- No!

Tell us the truth, or we'll hang you again

and make a better job of it next time.

No, you no can hang me again. Can they?

No, that's been settled.

You were hanged and pronounced dead.

But he was not dead.

He was pronounced dead by Dr. Burgher.

And all the others Burgher's

pronounced dead for the last 30 years...

have been dead, haven't they?

If Ygor came to life again,

it's the devil's work, not the court's.

You mean that if he commits another crime,

he can't be hanged again?

- Yes, but...

- I do nothing.

I help Frankenstein.

He good man. He pay me money.

Well, you watch him.

And if he starts to do anything

like his father and you don't tell us...

I'll see that you hang again.

You? Alone?

It took eight men before

to say I was to be hanged.

The same eight will find you

guilty again.

So?

- The same eight aren't here, Weber.

- No?

Well, I'm one of the eight,

and I'll be one again with pleasure.

You, Neumller.

You were one.

And I, too.

Yes. You, too, Lang.

That's right. I remember.

That's all here now?

Yes.

The other six are all dead.

They die. Dead.

I die. Live.

Quiet! That'll be all, Ygor.

Go back to Castle Frankenstein

and be careful.

- You spit on me!

- I am sorry. I cough.

You see, bone get stuck in my throat.

The results of my extensive examinations

establish beyond doubt...

that the creature

was brought to life originally...

by an electrical impulse

of terrifying potency.

It appears that my father thought

that he could extract from lightning...

some super-violet ray

of life-giving properties.

From a careful analysis

of his electrical hookup...

I've learned that he actually

attracted cosmic rays...

which neither he, nor anyone else

in the world of science at that time...

even knew existed.

Of course, since then,

many of our most profound scientists...

have come to believe that these rays

are actually the very source of life itself.

This creature is indeed a monster.

There is not one part of his physical being

that's like that of human beings.

From his warped brain...

down to the tiniest argumentative cell

of his huge carcass...

he's unearthly.

Every fantastic story told of him

by the people of Frankenstein...

I now believe to be absolutely true.

I, as a man...

should destroy him.

But as a scientist...

I should do everything in my power

to bring him back to conscious life...

so that the world can study

his abnormal functions.

That would vindicate my father...

and his name would be enshrined

among the immortals.

Benson, turn on the generator.

- Stop!

- Quiet, you fool!

It's no good, Ygor.

I've done everything I can.

I'm afraid we'll never get him

out of this coma.

Come on, Benson.

Take off these electrodes.

I'm not going to work

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