Victor Frankenstein Page #2

...for the circus

is against them.

They flee.

A chase.

A man dies.

Manslaughter in self-defense

at most, I would say.

"Wanted for murder."

Have it copied.

I thought you said it wasn't...

I did.

Something tells me

our circus freak...

may be only the beginning.

Good morning!

Igor:

At school till six.

Clothes in the wardrobe.

Money and key

in the tin by the door.

Be home for dinner. F.

Chiswick Hospital.

Doctor?

This way, gentlemen.

We have amputation to perform.

You.

What, me?

Yeah.

She needs camphor inhalations

twice a day,

uh, extract of allium...

...a quarter ounce of arsenic

and three of Filcher's Oil,

but more if you can get it.

I can't do that.

You can.

And then

when she wakes, tell her...

...a friend will be back.

Six months ago,

a man tried to buy parts of

recently deceased animals...

...at the London

Zoological Gardens.

He was turned away.

Two weeks later,

there was a forced entry.

Animal limbs amputated

and stolen.

A month later,

a similar pattern of events

at the Veterinary Academy.

Sounds gruesome,

but what...

I confiscated that from

the crime scene at the circus.

Open it.

Sir...

...this is disgusting.

It belonged to a lioness

recently deceased.

But it was found near our

murder victim at the circus...

...and it didn't walk there

of its own accord.

You think

there's a connection?

I think our other man

at the circus

fits the same description

as this...

...animal thief.

But who would do that?

Huh?

What motive?

Something reeks here.

It reeks of an evil,

sinful mischief.

And now that man walks

the streets of this city.

Back in the mud so soon?

Yes, I see.

Absolutely savage depiction

of me, I'm afraid.

Got the hair

all wrong, and the nose, too.

I'm new to this criminal life,

but I never thought the authorities

would attack my vanity.

They think I'm a murderer!

I've been called

much worse things in my time.

Besides... they're not

looking for you...

...are they?

They're looking for a piteous,

nameless hunchback.

And Igor, I would like you

to look at yourself.

Igor, that creature

no longer exists.

Dinner.

This is excellent.

So... what brought you to

the circus in the first place?

Cutlery.

What?

Use it.

Oh. Sorry.

Wipe your hands.

Animals.

Parts.

I am a student at

the Royal College of Medicine.

The curriculum

is straightforward,

the exams easy,

the professors...

Oh! The professors are

men of limited ability

and even more limited horizon.

Why did you rescue me?

You, my friend,

were an unexpected gift.

It's not every day

I come across a man,

albeit one suffering from

such grotesque deformity...

...who is so clearly talented,

observant, and resourceful...

...and in possession of the most

gifted pair of hands I have ever seen.

My interest in you

does not stem from charity.

Follow me.

Before I met you,

I was to approach Mr. Barnaby

about acquiring some of

your deceased animals.

To what end? Study?

No, not as you would

think of it.

I am of the strong belief

that death

can be made

a temporary condition.

That's impossible.

Improbable, yes.

Impossible, no.

Life is temporary.

Why should death

be any different?

I have absolutely

no time for false modesty.

So it is without pride

or shame

that I declare my discovery

an act of...

...genius.

Those eyes...

...they're over

three months old.

And the liquid is an

electrically conductive jelly

of my own device.

Serves a double function:

To preserve and to...

Well, just wait and see.

It's all a matter

of conversion, you see?

The conversion

of pure electrical energy

into the biological variety...

...that flows

through the human body.

Hence, the construction

of this device:

The Lazarus Fork.

I have found that by passing

that current through a...

...specially blended variety

of sulfates and metals...

You've mastered

the conversion?

Yes.

Well, show me.

Ready?

There. Do you see?

They live.

What do you think?

It is impressive.

But you have

made a mess of the nerves.

I beg your pardon?

The oculomotor nerves.

You haven't

connected them properly.

That's why

they don't move evenly.

You.

There he is!

That's the man.

That's the man I'm after.

Thank you for asking.

You're welcome.

Now, I shall bring you

your assignments piecemeal.

You will complete them

in a timely fashion,

whereon I shall apply them

to a larger...

...whole of my own device.

Questions?

Uh, this larger whole...

...is not of your concern.

Well, but if I...

Igor, I...

All this is now yours.

Every book. Every piece

of reference material.

Apparatus. Desk.

Room. Your laboratory,

if you like.

As my assistant, you shall be

at the very heart...

...of a scientific enterprise

that will change the world.

Now, will you help me?

Yeah. Fix that.

Ah. Thank you.

Mmm-hmm.

Keep working on it.

The hospital made

arrangements for Lorelei.

She now had a benefactor.

I was pleased

she had recovered

and had someone

to look after her, but...

...as the weeks went by,

I missed her.

And I wondered if her life

had changed as much as mine.

Uh...

Victor?

Mmm-hmm?

This letter

for Master Straussman.

We are going out on the town.

Oh!

Here we are.

I have a tenured membership

at the club,

thanks to my father's...

...status as a charter member.

Bought the velvet

for the seats.

Your father...

Is what they call

a great man.

Esteemed doctor,

member of the Royal College

of Physicians, and...

...pioneer in the field

of cardio-physiology.

I should be honored

to meet him someday.

Uh, perhaps not.

Look, here's the club!

Master Victor, I'm not sure

I'm suited for this.

Pish!

Just keep your back straight,

your words clean,

and do your damnedest

not to embarrass me.

Babies grown in vats!

Victor, do you think this is

really the appropriate place

to talk about this?

Help me!

I am just trying to inform

these two wonderful

young ladies that...

...fertilization needn't take

place inside the female body.

Sperm! Sperms!

Can sperm move?

They can.

Thank you.

Why can't

it move independently

towards the egg in, say, a...

...bucket?

Where does the mother fit in?

Exactly!

You're off educating yourself!

By the time we need you,

we're...

...sucking the fertilized egg

up into a funnel

and then we shuck it

up your...

Igor?

Excuse me?

Sorry, I thought

I recognized you.

Well, you might do.

I don't remember your name.

Well, I never had one.

It's you.

It's me.

Well, yeah, a bit different.

You saved my life.

My life.

Boring!

Friend of yours?

That's Baron Bomine.

He recruited me

to be in his cabaret...

...and his consort in public.

Right.

He, uh... prefers

the company of men.

Oh.

I have a name now.

I am Igor.

What?

It's perfect.

This woman

seems to think

that the human brain is pink.

In fact, it is grey.

That's Victor Frankenstein.

- Grey like this oyster.

- I'm done.

He's the man who rescued me.

And he helped save you.

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