Young Frankenstein Page #10

IGOR:

(to the Monster)

Care for a jujubee?

The Monster lowers one hand -- holding Freddy up with the

other -- and takes the box of jujubees. He sniffs them.

FREDDY:

Clever ploy!

The Monster drains the box of jujubees in one gulp, then

hands the empty box back to Igor.

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IGOR:

(looking at the

empty box)

NO movies together for us --

that's for sure.

Igor MOVES OFF in search of the MUSIC. The Monster --

deeply affected by the LULLABY -- slowly sets Freddy

down.

INGA:

It's almost as if he were

afraid. he loves that music.

The Monster begins to hug Freddy and snuggle him. he

behaves like a frightened, loving child, as he holds his

arms out to Freddy.

INGA:

I think he wants you to carry

him, Doctor.

Freddy nods agreement.

INGA:

What are you going to do?

FREDDY:

I think I'll...carry him.

Freddy prepares to lift the Monster. Suddenly: THE

MUSIC STOPS! The Monster's eyeballs float menacingly

towards Freddy.

MONSTER:

MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

INGA:

Doctor! The music has stopped.

The Monster's hands creep around Freddy's neck.

FREDDY:

Do you think you can sing it?

INGA:

Me? Sing?

FREDDY:

Yes -- quickly, dear!

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The Monster is really choking Freddy now.

INGA:

I'd be so nervous.

FREDDY:

This is not the finals -- just

sing!

INGA:

(singing)

It's some-thing dar-ing,

'The Con-ti-nen-tal,'

A way of danc-ing

that's real-ly ul-tra new;

It's ver-y sub-tle,

'The Con-ti-nen-tal.'

The Monster is temporarily distracted. then he gives

Inga an angry look. The is not the music that he wants.

INGA:

(singing)

Be-cause it does what

you want it to do.

MONSTER:

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

The Monster's hands tighten around Freddy's neck.

INGA:

(singing)

It has a pas-sion,

'The Con-ti nen-tal...'

FREDDY:

Stop -- singing!!!

Igor WALKS IN, holding a violin and bow. He sees the

Monster choking Freddy.

IGOR:

How's it going?

FREDDY:

What did you find out?

IGOR:

Someone was playing this in

the music room.

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FREDDY:

Where is he?

IGOR:

How do you know it was a 'he'?

FREDDY:

All right -- where is she?

IGOR:

How do you know it was a 'she'?

FREDDY:

(gasping his

last breath)

Bring -- me -- the -- violin!

IGOR:

Can you play it?

FREDDY:

Maybe...if you get here on time.

Igor goes to Freddy and hands him the violin and bow.

Freddy plays the TRANSYLVANIA LULLABY to the best of

his ability. The Monster's hands begin to loosen.

INGA:

It's working! Oh, Doctor --

you play beautifully.

IGOR:

Do you know the theme from

'Doctor Zhivago'?

FREDDY:

Get the sedative ready!

MONSTER:

(soft and loving)

MMmmm! MMmmm!

The Monster hugs Freddy's face. Freddy, still playing

the violin, pats the operating table for the Monster to

"lie down." He does -- holding onto Freddy's face.

INGA:

I think he wants to be tucked in.

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FREDDY:

Get a blanket from under that

shelf!

Inga gets the blanket. The Monster holds Freddy's head

onto his chest, as Freddy continues playing. Inga and

Igor spread the blanket over the operating table, then

gently tuck the Monster in "bed." The Monster pulls

Freddy into bed with him and snuggles against Freddy's

shoulder. Freddy continues playing the violin under the

covers.

FREDDY:

(to Inga)

All right -- give it to him!

INGA:

Are you serious??

FREDDY:

Give him the sedative!

INGA:

Oh! Yes, Doctor.

She prepares the hypodermic, then lifts up a small section

of the blanket -- AWAY FROM OUR VIEW -- and pulls down the

Monster's pants a short way.

IGOR:

He's got quite a tush.

She puts the needle in.

FREDDY:

Did you do it?

INGA:

I think so.

FREDDY:

Good! It shouldn't take more

than a few seconds.

Freddy gradually stops playing.

MONSTER:

(quietly, angry)

MMMMmmmmmmmm!

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Freddy starts playing. The Monster kisses him.

INGA:

I'm getting tired.

IGOR:

Why don't we all turn in? It's

been a long day.

FREDDY:

Wait -- I'm sure he's out by now.

That shot was strong enough to stop a horse.

Freddy gradually stops playing. One of the Monster's

hands sleepily closes around Freddy's throat.

IGOR:

See you at breakfast, then!

Freddy continues playing.

INGA:

Good night, Doctor.

FREDDY:

(afraid to dis-

turb the Monster)

Good night!

Igor and Inga LEAVE

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Freddy is left alone with the Monster, still playing the

violin.

FREDDY:

(sarcastically)

Thanks...for all your help.

IGOR:

(o.s., from

behind a wall)

That's what we're paid for.

Freddy looks at the Monster -- whose contented face

nestles against Freddy's chin.

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FREDDY:

(as he plays

the violin)

This song. This haunting melody.

This ancient, quaintly atonal

folk tune...is driving -- me --

crackers! I can't go on -- do

you understand?? Can NOT go on

playing this pathogenically rotten

song. If you're not asleep yet,

then kill me if you have to, but

at the count of three...I stop!

One!................ Incidentally,

I was thinking of making a big

breakfast tomorrow -- blueberry

waffles and crisp bacon. Two!...

...................... By the

way, I'm sorry I yelled at you

before -- I must have been over-

tired. Anyway, I meant to apologize

and just forgot. Two!...............

Maybe tomorrow would be a good day

just to relax -- go for a swim,

maybe do a little water skiing.

Well...we'll see after we finish

a nice breakfast. Three!

Freddy stops playing. the monster is sound asleep.

Freddy puts the violin down, throws off the blanket,

then ties the straps that bind the Monster to the

operating table.

FREDDY:

(when the Monster

is firmly tied)

Spoiled Sissy!

Freddy picks up the violin again and stares at it.

FREDDY:

The song is over!

He looks at the sleeping Monster.

FREDDY:

Das lied ist aus!

He breaks the violin in half. Immediately, he feels a

sense of relief and lightheadedness.

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FREDDY:

Oh! Oh my! What a strange

feeling that was. My head --

I felt such a pressure, splitting

my head apart. I feel so relieved

and lightheaded. That horrible

pressure...like voices...all calling

to me, imploring me...swearing at me.

Well, it's over now, thank goodness.

(he turns to

the Monster)

Oh...my poor Doctor Delbruck.

(he strokes the

Monster's head)

Doctor, Doctor...what have I done

to you? Was habe ich von Dir

gamacht? Your magnificent brain,

locked in this...pile of... Forgive

me, Doctor. I thought -- for science

only. I couldn't stand the thought

to mankind. I was a fool! How

dangerous is the acquirement of

knowledge, and how much happier

is that man who believes his native

town to be the world, than he who

aspires to become greater than his

nature will allow. Con you ever

forgive me?

He puts his head down in silent prayer. MUSIC: ANOTHER

VIOLIN PLAYS:
THE EERIE TRANSYLVANIAN LULLABY. Freddy's

body tenses. We cannot see his face, but his fingers go

to his temples. He slowly raises his head.

FREDDY:

That's a knockout tune! That tune

is a winner. You can't call it

'wishy-washy' ... like some people

I know. That song is going places.

(he looks at

the Monster)

And so are we -- Blubber Boy. With

your body, and the brain of that

kraut -- we'll be 'Number One' in

no time.

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