Young Frankenstein Page #7

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FREDDY'S VOICE

(o.s.)

'Until, from the midst of this

darkness, a sudden light broke

in upon me -- a light so brilliant

and wondrous, and yet so simple!'

The CAMERA has reached Freddy. His eyes are burning; he

reads almost feverishly. Inga and Igor are half asleep.

FREDDY:

(reading)

'Change the poles from plus to

minus and from minus to plus!'

Freddy howls insanely.

FREDDY:

(reading)

'I alone succeeded in discovering

the cause of generation of life.'

He doubles over in laughter.

FREDDY:

'Nay, even more -- I, myself

became capable of bestowing

animation upon lifeless matter.'

He laughs, he laughs, he laughs... then SMASHES his tea

glass against a wall.

FREDDY:

It could work!!

A TUMULTUOUS CLAP OF THUNDER.

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56IGOR'S FACE56

Illuminated by a CRACK OF LIGHTNING. He has a quizzical

smile.

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57INGA'S FACE57

Illuminated by a CRACK OF LIGHTNING. Frightened, yet

in awe.

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58FRAU BLUCHER'S FACE - IN A ROOM58

Illuminated by a CRACK OF LIGHTNING. She is SMOKING A

CIGAR.

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59BEAUFORT FRANKENSTEIN'S COFFIN59

Illuminated be a CRACK OF LIGHTNING. THE LID SLAMS OPEN

AND SHUT, OPEN AND SHUT.

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60FREDDY'S FACE60

Illuminated by a CRACK OF LIGHTNING. The dark circles

under his eyes suggest that he is IRREVERSIBLY INSANE.

61LEGEND61

It reads:
"IRREVERSIBLY COMMITTED TO THE DARK

DESTINY OF ALL THOSE WHO BEAR THE

NAME OF 'FRANKENST'

NAME OF 'FRANKENSTEIN'

'FRONKONSTEEN.'"

FADE OUT:

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FADE IN:

62INT. LABORATORY - MORNING62

A work space has been hastily prepared. Freddy, dressed

quite properly in riding boots and tweed jacket, is

reading from "the great book".

Inga, dressed in her Lab gown, is taking notes. Igor is

drawing on a large pad.

FREDDY:

'As the minuteness of the parts

formed a great hindrance to my

speed, I resolved to make the

Creature of a gigantic stature.'

Of course! That would simplify

everything.

INGA:

(pointing to another

paragraph)

And look at this, Doctor!

FREDDY:

(reading)

'Dilation of his sacral

parasympathetic impulses would

cause an increase in flow of

blood and the erection to

approximately nineteen inches

of his apparatus genitals.'

IGOR:

His what??

INGA:

His schwanzstucker.

IGOR:

Whew! A nineteen-inch drill.

FREDDY:

Now then! What we're aiming

for, is a being about eight

feet in height, and all features

proportionably large.

Igor shows his drawing.

IGOR:

Something like this?

They all look at the drawing.

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They, and we, SEE a crude but impressive sketch of THE

MONSTER, and as we look at the drawing:

FREDDY'S VOICE

(o.s.)

You've caught something there.

Yes! As a matter of fact --

I think -- that this -- might --

be -- our -- man!

As our eyes travel from the top of the drawing to the feet:

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63A PAIR OF VERY LARGE, REAL FEET63

Now the CAMERA MOVES from the feet, BACK UP.

64EXT. GIBBET - DAY64

A gigantic BODY is standing on a scaffold. when we reach

the head, it is somehow incongruous: A sweet, boyish face

-- with a rope around its neck.

The "Body" is about to be hanged. next to it stands an

EXECUTIONER.

EXECUTIONER:

Have anything to say?

THE BODY:

(in quiet anger)

MMmmmgrrrrrrrrr!

EXECUTIONER:

Anything else?

The "Body" thinks. Then:

THE BODY:

Go shove it up your --

The Executioner throws the lever and THE TRAP DOOR FALLS

OPEN.

The "Body" hangs, lifeless.

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65EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT65

LEAVES BLOW ACROSS A COLD CEMETERY.

A coffin is carried by FOUR PALLBEARERS to a deep grave.

RELATIVES are waiting by the grave site.

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Through an iron gate surrounding the cemetery, TWO DARK

FIGURES peek through the rails and observe the funeral.

(One of them has a hunched back)

SOFT MOANING is HEARD from one of the Relatives. A MINISTER

mumbles Latin under his breath.

The Pallbearers set the coffin down on ropes placed over

the gravesite. A short distance away are a FATHER and a

MOTHER, standing next to a weeping DAUGHTER.

FATHER:

He was a good man.

MOTHER:

He was an angel.

FATHER:

He was a saint!

A pause.

MOTHER:

She had to marry this rotten

pig instead.

FATHER:

Hanging was too good -- they

should have soaked him in lye.

The minister nods and TWO GRAVE DIGGERS lower the coffin.

The Daughter throws a bouquet of flowers onto the descending

coffin. The Minister throws a handful on dirt on top of

the coffin -- representing "Ashes to Ashes."

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66INSIDE COFFIN66

We SEE the FROZEN FACE of "The Body," and HEAR the sprinkled

dirt as it HITS the coffin lid.

A little dirt seeps in through the lid and lands on the

lips of the frozen face.

Ever so subtly, the lips make a spitting motion to clear

the dirt away.

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67EXT. GRAVEYARD67

The Grave Diggers are shoveling dirt into the grave. The

Relatives and Minister are leaving.

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FIRST GRAVE DIGGER

What a filthy job!

SECOND GRAVE DIGGER

Could be worse!

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68FREDDY AND IGOR68

Knee-deep in the grave, shoveling the dirt out.

FREDDY:

What a filthy job!

IGOR:

Could be worse!

FREDDY:

How?

IGOR:

Could be raining!

A CRACK OF THUNDER.

Freddy stares at Igor.

DISSOLVE TO:

69EXT. A STREET69

Freddy and Igor carry the coffin down a street in the

POURING RAIN.

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70INT. LABORATORY70

Freddy and Igor are just setting the heavy coffin down

on an operating table. they take the lid off the hinges

and set it aside.

FREDDY:

Wait! Let's tip the coffin

over, then just lift it off.

It'll be much easier.

They tip the coffin over, upside down, like a cake pan.

FREDDY:

Now...

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They lift the coffin up... but the operating table remains

empty.

FREDDY:

Set it down!

They set it down on the table again. Freddy gives the

bottom of the coffin (which is now on top), a big WHACK!

They lift the coffin up again and there is the "Body."

It had been struck.

FREDDY:

(looking at the

"Body")

Magnificent!

He checks its nails.

FREDDY:

Very little decay. With this

magnificent specimen for a

body, all we need now is an

equally magnificent brain.

(he looks

at Igor)

You know what to do!

IGOR:

I have a pretty good idea.

Igor glances at the movie audience for a moment.

FREDDY:

Do you have the name I wrote

down?

IGOR:

(looking at

his sleeve)

Yes. Dr. H. Delbruck.

FREDDY:

I want that brain.

IGOR:

Was he any good?

FREDDY:

Was he any good??? He was the

finest natural philosopher,

internal medicine diagnostician

and chemical therapist of this

century.

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IGOR:

Hmm!

FREDDY:

And he wrote seventeen cookbooks.

IGOR:

That's not bad.

FREDDY:

Can you imagine that brain in

this body?

IGOR:

I'm getting excited just thinking

about it. What if he's not there?

FREDDY:

He only died two weeks ago --

I'm sure they'll still have him.

Hurry now. I'll prepare the

body.

IGOR:

(starting to leave)

Oh! May I call you 'Master'?

FREDDY:

Why?

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