Son of Frankenstein Page #6
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- Yes.
- Has the giant paid you any more visits?
- Yes.
- He's a great big fellow, I imagine.
- Yes.
So big, possibly,
he can hardly get through that door?
No, he doesn't come through the door.
No? Where does he come in?
Through the window? The fireplace?
- Through the wall.
- Through the wall?
- Where?
- Over there.
That's very interesting.
You're not afraid of him at all,
are you, Peter?
No, he's a nice giant.
He gave me a watch.
- A watch?
- Yes.
- Would you like to see it?
- Very much.
Thank you.
Yes, it's a very nice watch. A very...
nice watch.
Peter, shall we go downstairs
and have some nice hot chocolate?
Yes.
- If the General will come with me.
- I'll be very pleased, sir.
Here we go.
- Hurry up.
- All right, I'm coming.
Superstitious, blundering idiot!
Prying, insinuating, accusing.
I'll kick him out of the house!
I'll not be heckled by a stupid,
intolerable policeman.
Wolf, the way you're carrying on...
if I were a policeman,
I'd be suspicious myself.
- You would?
- Yes, I would.
Mysterious things have happened.
A murder in the village.
Our own dear Benson
disappears for no reason.
They probably think you, like your father,
have created another monster or...
He's got even you, my own wife,
believing that I...
I believe nothing.
I don't care about Krogh.
But I'm afraid for you, for Peter.
And only you, Wolf,
can restore my confidence.
Please, darling, Elsa,
please have faith in me!
I'm sorry that I lost control of myself.
I've no reason for being nervous like this.
But I've been working too hard.
A terrific experiment,
one that I wanted to surprise you with...
and my work. My work...
as something outstanding
in the world of science.
But believe me, darling,
there's nothing to be afraid of.
I wouldn't be afraid if I hadn't,
for the first time, sensed you were afraid.
Me? Oh, silly.
Everything's under control.
I'll not lose my temper again. You'll see.
Inspector.
Sorry, young man. I shan't be able
to take chocolate with you.
Tell your father and mother
I'll be back very soon.
- Goodbye, General.
- Krantz, remain here on guard.
Now I can go to the lab.
I mean, I must go to the lab.
Only for a minute, dear.
I won't be long, really.
No touch him, Frankenstein!
No touch him...
worse than dying.
- How long has he been here?
- All night.
You liar! He was in the village.
- You made him kill Herr Neumller.
- Yes, why not?
Neumller kills me.
Eight men say Ygor hang.
Now eight men dead.
- All dead!
- You crazy fool!
If Krogh finds him, he'll kill him.
Then he won't be any good to either of us.
You get out of here. If I find you
hanging around here again, I'll...
He's mine! He no belong to you!
You go away, not me!
Get back!
Where is everybody?
The Baron's in the library, sir.
The rest of the family are at dinner.
I've had to send to Bandleheim
for additional police.
Krantz, you report to Sgt. Schiller
at the lower gate.
- The crowd is becoming unmanageable.
- Herr Inspector.
Come in.
Good evening, Inspector.
I thought that I'd see you sooner.
Sorry. I've been busy.
Very busy indeed, for me.
My job is usually a rather sleepy one.
- Have a drink?
- Thank you, no.
all the wits I've got tonight.
I've never seen you
disturbed before, Inspector.
- You've even forgotten to take off your hat.
- Not forgotten, Herr Baron.
Merely a matter of form.
My business tonight
is official, not social.
Rather a crude custom, I agree...
but a custom.
Well, sir, what news from the front?
Another death. Another inquest.
When did it occur? This afternoon?
No. Sometime last night.
It was only discovered
late this morning.
Herr Lang, this time.
The village apothecary.
A very old and dear friend.
He'll be mourned.
- Too bad.
- Yes, isn't it?
Herr Lang? Never heard
of him before. Oh, well.
I suppose the villagers will say
I killed him, just the same.
No, not that you killed him,
but that you know who did.
Really? But of course I know who did.
Haven't you heard? The Monster!
Yes, that's what they think.
Is it the old legendary monster
of my father's time...
or am I supposed
to have whipped one up...
as a housewife whips up an omelette?
I've been here over a month, you know.
Your wife and child are in danger.
So? From what?
- You tried to send them away.
- I will tomorrow, in spite of you.
You forget I have my hat on.
Meaning that I'm under arrest?
Yes.
I promised your arrest to the villagers
to keep them quiet for the moment.
For the murder of Lang and Neumller?
No. For the murder of Benson.
A technical charge, for the time being.
Why don't you search the laboratory?
You have my permission.
I've searched it already
without your permission...
with two men the other night.
We found nothing incriminating
but a very large table...
fit for a giant.
Yes, it was my father's.
I reconstructed it out of curiosity.
Why don't you search it again?
By George...
I think I know who your monster may be.
Good. Who?
Old Ygor.
Of course. Why not?
Everybody wants
to hang old Ygor again...
yet he has a perfect alibi.
He was constantly under observation
when every murder was committed.
It's curious that the entire jury
that hanged him is dead.
But he was never seen
at the scene of the crime.
Yet it would be too simple
to hang old Ygor.
I don't trust him!
I'm gonna find him
and kick him off the estate...
with your permission.
Yes.
If you like.
Amelia, you can put Peter to bed
at once, but stay with him.
Yes, madam.
Inspector, I'm more terrified
every minute.
Madam, I personally guarantee to get you
and your son out of here in the morning.
And Wolf. He's a bundle
of uncontrollable nerves and...
Yes. I'm going in now to comfort him.
Thank you.
Come in.
- Did you find Ygor?
- Yes, I got rid of him. Have a drink?
How did you get rid of him?
I killed him! He tried to murder me
with his hammer, so I shot him.
- What are you gonna do about it?
- Compliment you.
For it is he who undoubtedly
killed Benson.
He's dead. Murdered.
I just found his body
in a secret passageway off the nursery.
Here's his watch.
It was in the possession of your son.
And here's a bit of chain
that was attached to Benson's vest.
But Ygor didn't do it, nor did you.
Nor was it done by any ghost.
There's a monster afoot and you know it.
He's in your control.
By heaven, I think you're a worse fiend
than your father.
Where is this monster? Where is he?
I'll stay by your side
until you confess.
And if you don't,
I'll feed you to the villagers...
like the Romans fed Christians
to the lions.
I wouldn't put it past you.
In the meantime, will you have a drink?
Or would you like to play darts?
Amelia!
Where is Peter, Amelia? Where is he?
He's gone!
Peter!
- What is it?
- Peter's gone!
I'm going to the laboratory!
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