[Thundering]
[Clock gongs]
[Gong]
If we look at the base of a brain...
which has just been removed from a skull...
there's very little midbrain that we can actually see.
Yet, as I demonstrated in my lecture last week...
if the under aspects of the temporal lobes...
are gently pulled apart...
the upper portion of the stem of the brain can be seen.
The so-called brainstem consists of the midbrain...
a rounded protrusion called the pons...
and a stalk tapering downwards called the medulla oblongata...
which passes out of the skull through the foramen magnum...
and becomes, of course...
the spinal cord.
Are there any questions before we proceed?
I have one question, Dr. Frankenstein.
That's Fronkensteen.
I beg your pardon?
My name... it's pronounced Fronkensteen.
Aren't you the grandson...
of the famous Dr. Victor Frankenstein...
who went into graveyards, dug up freshly buried corpses...
and transformed dead components...
Yes! Yes!
Yes.
We all know what he did.
But I'd rather be remembered...
for my own small contributions to science...
and not because of my accidental relationship...
to a famous...
cuckoo.
[Laughter]
You mind telling me your question?
STUDENT: Sir, I'm not sure I understand the distinction...
between reflexive and voluntary nerve impulses.
Very good.
Since our lab today demonstrates just that distinction...
why don't we proceed?
[Gong]
Mr. Hilltop here, with whom I have never worked...
nor given any prior instructions to...
has graciously offered his services...
for this afternoon's demonstration.
Mr. Hilltop, would you hop up on your feet...
and stand beside this table?
Nice hopping.
Mr. Hilltop...
would you raise...
your left knee, please?
You have just witnessed a voluntary nerve impulse.
It begins as a stimulus from the cerebral cortex...
passes through the brainstem and to the various muscles involved.
Mr. Hilltop, you may lower your knee.
Reflex movements...
are those which are made independently of the will...
but are carried out along pathways...
which pass between the peripheral nervous system...
and the central nervous system.
You filthy, rotten, yellow son of a bitch!
[Students gasp]
We are not aware of these impulses.
Neither do we intend them...
to carry out our contraction of muscles.
Yet, as you can see, they work by themselves.
But what if we blocked the nerve impulse...
by simply applying local pressure...
which can be done with any ordinary metal clamp...
just at the swelling...
on the posterior nerve roots...
for, oh, say...
five or six seconds?
Why, you mother-grabbing bastard!
As you can see, all communication is shut off.
[Mr. Hilltop moans]
[Students gasp]
In spite of our mechanical magnificence...
if it were not for this continuous stream...
of motor impulses...
we would collapse...
like a bunch of... broccoli!
Aieeeaah!
In conclusion, it should be noted...
Give him an extra dollar.
ATTENDANT: Extra dollar. Yes, sir.
FRANKENSTEIN: That any more than common injury...
to the nerve root is always serious...
because once a nerve fiber is severed...
there is no way in heaven or on earth...
to regenerate life back into it.
Are there any last questions before we leave?
Uh, Dr. Frank...
- Fronkensteen. - Yes?
Isn't it true...
that Darwin preserved a piece of vermicelli...
in a glass case...
until, by some extraordinary means...
it actually began to move with a voluntary motion?
Are you speaking of the worm or the spaghetti?
Why, the worm, sir.
FRANKENSTEIN: Yes. I did read something of that incident...
when I was a student...
but you have to remember that a worm...
with very few exceptions...
is not a human being.
[Students laughing]
But wasn't that the whole basis of your grandfather's work...
the reanimation of dead tissue?
My grandfather was a very sick man.
STUDENT: But as a Fronkensteen...
aren't you the least bit curious about it?
Doesn't the bringing back to life what was once dead...
hold any intrigue for you?
You're are talking about the nonsensical ravings...
of a lunatic mind.
Dead is dead!
STUDENT: But look what's been done with hearts and kidneys.
Hearts and kidneys are tinker toys!
I'm talking about the central nervous system!
But, sir...
I am a scientist, not a philosopher!
You have more chance of reanimating this scalpel...
than you have of mending a broken nervous system!
But what about your grandfather's work, sir?
FRANKENSTEIN: My grandfather's work was doo-doo!
I am not interested in death!
The only thing that concerns me...
is the preservation of life!
Class...
is...
dismissed.
[Applause]
FALKSTEIN: Dr. Frankenstein.
FRANKENSTEIN: That's Fronkensteen.
My name is Gerhardt Falkstein.
I've traveled 5,000 miles...
to bring you the will of your great-grandfather...
Baron Bofort...
von Frankenstein.
ELIZABETH: Oh, my sweet darling.
Oh, my dearest love.
I'll count the hours that you're away.
FRANKENSTEIN: Oh, darling, so will I.
Not on the lips.
What?
I'm going to that party at Nana and Nicky's later.
I don't want to smear my lipstick.
- You understand. - Of course.
CONDUCTOR: All aboard!
Oh, dear!
FRANKENSTEIN: Well, I guess this is it.
Freddy, darling...
how can I say in a few minutes...
what has taken me a lifetime to understand?
Won't you try?
All right.
You've got it, mister.
My sweet love...
The hair! The hair! Just been set.
Sorry. Sorry.
I hope you like old-fashioned weddings.
I prefer old-fashioned wedding nights.
Oh! You're incorrigible!
Does that mean...
you love me?
You bet your boots it does.
Oh, my only love...
Taffeta, darling.
Taffeta, sweetheart.
No, the dress is taffeta.
- It wrinkles so easily. - Oh.
All aboard!
There's that horrid man again.
Oh, hurry now, before I make a fool of myself.
Aah! The nails!
Sorry.
[Conductor closes door]
Good-bye, darling.
Good-bye, Freddy.
Darling!
[Coughing]
WOMAN: Harry, he was at it again.
HARRY: What do you want me to do?
WOMAN: Every day!
HARRY: Let him! Let him!
CONDUCTOR: New York next!
Everybody out for New York!
WOMAN: Hans, er nacht un schoen weider.
HANS: Was lichsten sie mich tun?
WOMAN: Jeden tag!
HANS: Lasse sei ihn. Lasse sei ihn!
CONDUCTOR: Transylvania nachst!
Nenne aufsteigen fur Transylvania!
Transylvania nachst!
Nenne aufsteigen fur Transylvania!
Pardon me, boy.
Is this the Transylvania station?
Ja! Ja! Track 29!
Oh, can I give you a shine?
Uh...
No, thanks.
[Train pulling away]
[Whooooooosh-thump]
Dr. Frankenstein?
[Thunder]
Fronkensteen.
You're putting me on.
FRANKENSTEIN: No. It's pronounced Fronkensteen.
Do you also say Froderick?
No. Frederick.
Why isn't it Froderick Fronkensteen?
It isn't. It's Frederick Fronkensteen.
I see.
You must be lgor.
No, it's pronounced l-gor.
But they told me it was lgor.
They were wrong then, weren't they?
Uh... you were sent by Herr Falkstein, weren't you?
Yes.
My grandfather used to work for your grandfather.
How nice.
Of course, the rates have gone up.
Of course. Of course.
I'm sure we'll get along splendidly.
Oh!
Sorry... l...
uh...
I don't mean to embarrass you...
but I'm a rather brilliant surgeon.
Perhaps I could help you with that hump.
What hump?
Let's go.
Allow me, master.
FRANKENSTEIN: Oh, thanks very much.
Walk this way.
This way.
[Thunder]
IGOR: I think you'll be more comfortable in the rear.
FRANKENSTEIN: Oh.
- Oof! - What was that?
Oh, that would be Inga.
Herr Falkstein thought you might need...
a laboratory assistant temporarily.
Oh.
Whew!
Hello.
Would you like a roll in ze hay?
It's fun.
[Singing] Roll, roll.
Roll in ze hay. Roll, roll.
FRANKENSTEIN: Waaah!
[Lnga singing] Roll in ze hay.
[Thunder]
INGA: Ohh.
I sometimes am afraid of ze lightning.
FRANKENSTEIN: Just an atmospheric discharge.
- Oh. - Nothing to be afraid of.
ANIMAL: Ooowwwwoooooeeeee!
INGA: Werewolf!
FRANKENSTEIN: Werewolf?
There.
FRANKENSTEIN: What?
There wolf.
There castle.
Why are you talking that way?
I thought you wanted to.
No. I don't want to.
Suit yourself. I'm easy.
[Thunder]
Well...
there it is.
IGOR: Home.
[Thunder]
[Loud boom]
FRANKENSTEIN: What knockers!
INGA: Ohh...
thank you, Doctor.
FRANKENSTEIN: Oh. That's all right.
I am Frau Blucher.
[Thunder]
[Whinnying]
IGOR: Steady!
How do you do? I am Dr. Frankenstein.
This is my assistant.
Inga, may I present Frau Blucher?
[Horses whinny]
FRANKENSTEIN: What's got into them?
Your rooms have been prepared, Herr Doktor.
If you will follow me...
FRANKENSTEIN: Lgor...
would you bring the bags when you're finished?
IGOR: Yes, master.
After you, Frau Blucher.
[Horses whinny]
Blucher!
[Horses whinny]
BLUCHER: Follow me, please.
Stay close to the candles.
The staircase can be treacherous.
BLUCHER: Und this is your room.
It was your grandfather Victor's room.
FRANKENSTEIN: I see.
Well... seem to be quite a few books.
BLUCHER: This was Victor's...
the baron's medical library.
And where is my grandfather's private library?
BLUCHER: What do you mean?
Well, these books are all very general.
Any doctor might have them around.
BLUCHER: This is the only library I know of...
Dr. Frankenstone.
Fronkensteen.
Well, we'll see.
Good night.
Would the doctor care for a brandy before retiring?
No.
Thank you.
Some warm milk...
perhaps?
No.
Thank you very much.
No, thanks.
Ovaltine?
Nothing!
Thank you.
I'm a little tired.
Then I will say good night.
Good night!
BLUCHER: Good night, darling.
Good night, Herr Doktor.
Good night, Frau Blucher.
[Horses whinny]
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm not a Frankenstein.
I am not a Frankenstein!
I'm a Fronkensteen!
Don't give me that!
I don't believe in fate!
And I won't say it.
All right. You win.
You win. I give.
I'll say it. I'll say it.
I'll say it.
Destiny! Destiny!
No escaping that for me!
Destiny! Destiny!
No escaping that for me!
Destiny... destiny...
No escaping...
Dr. Frankenstein, wake up.
What is it?
You were having a nachtmare.
What's that strange music?
INGA: I have no idea.
It seems to be coming...
from behind ze bookcase.
Behind ze bookcase.
Hand me that robe, would you, dear?
[Distant violin music]
You were right.
It's coming from behind this wall.
Where is it?
INGA: What?
There's always a device.
If I can just spot the triggering mechanism...
Hello.
It seems louder over here.
Hand me that candle, will you?
FRANKENSTEIN: Put... the candle... back!
FRANKENSTEIN: All right.
I think I have it figured out now.
Take out the candle...
and I'll block the bookcase with my body.
[Crash]
[High-pitched voice] Listen to me very carefully.
Don't put the candle back.
With all of your might...
shove against the other side of the bookcase.
Is that perfectly clear?
I think so.
Good girl.
INGA: Put ze candle back!
Oh, look, Doctor. A passageway!
That music's coming from down there.
I'd better take a look.
Let me come with you.
I don't want to stay alone.
Close your robe and follow me.
Oh, Doctor. The candle.
Good thinking.
Let's try this one.
Stand back!
[Violin music playing]
[Thunder]
INGA: Ohhh!
[Screeching]
FRANKENSTEIN: Don't be frightened.
It's just a rat.
A filthy, slimy rat!
FRANKENSTEIN: Good Lord!
INGA: Ohhh!
[Singing] I...
ain't got no body.
And nobody cares for me.
Yakka tak ta yakka tak ta ha.
- Igor! - Froderick!
How did you get here?
Through the dumbwaiter.
I heard the strangest music.
I just followed it down.
Call it... a hunch.
Badoom-chi!
INGA: Someone else must have been here.
FRANKENSTEIN: It would seem that way.
There's the only other door.
IGOR: Wait, master.
It might be dangerous.
You go first.
FRANKENSTEIN: Aren't there any lights in this place?
IGOR: Two nasty-looking switches here.
I'm not going to be first.
FRANKENSTEIN: Ohh.
Damn your eyes!
Too late.
INGA: Ohhh.
FRANKENSTEIN: So this is where it all happened.
VICTOR: Just think.
A dead brain...
ready to live again in a new body.
Look. No blood. No decomposition.
Just a few sutures.
Throw the main switch!
ASSISTANT: Yes, master.
FRANKENSTEIN: What a filthy mess!
IGOR: A little paint, a few flowers...
couple of throw pillows...
FRANKENSTEIN: It seems our mysterious violinist has disa...
INGA: Disa what?
IGOR: Ppeared.
FRANKENSTEIN: There's a light coming from behind that door.
Follow me.
INGA: Doctor, look!
FRANKENSTEIN: Well...
this explains the music.
IGOR: It's still warm.
FRANKENSTEIN: Hmmm.
INGA: Who was playing it?
FRANKENSTEIN: Whoever it was...
barely finished putting out his cigar.
Such strange goings on.
What is this place?
IGOR: Music room?
INGA: There's nothing here but books and papers!
FRANKENSTEIN: Books and papers!
This is my grandfather's private library!
I feel it!
Look! Look at this!
[Grunting]
FRANKENSTEIN: "Until, from this darkness...
"a sudden light broke in upon me.
"A light so brilliant and wondrous...
"and yet so simple...
"change the poles from plus to minus...
"and from minus to plus."
[Panting]
"I alone succeeded in discovering...
"the secret of bestowing life.
"Nay, even more...
"I myself...
"became capable of bestowing animation...
"upon lifeless matter!"
It could work!
FRANKENSTEIN: Kipper?
INGA: Thank you, Doctor.
"The minuteness of the parts formed a hindrance to my speed.
"I resolved, therefore, to make the creature...
"of a gigantic stature."
Of course!
That would simplify everything.
His veins, feet, hands, organs...
would all have to be increased in size.
Exactly.
He would have an enormous schwanstugel.
That goes without saying.
Woof!
He'll be very popular.
What we're aiming for...
is a being approximately seven feet in height...
with all features either congenitally...
or artificially proportionate in size.
Something like...
this?
FRANKENSTEIN: Hello!
You've caught something there.
Crude, yes. Primitive, yes. Perhaps even grotesque.
Yet, something inexplicable tells me...
that this might be our man.
All right.
That's good enough for the likes of him.
FRANKENSTEIN: Get down.
Now.
FRANKENSTEIN: What a filthy job!
IGOR: Could be worse.
How?
Could be raining.
[Footsteps]
FRANKENSTEIN: Quick!
CONSTABLE: Need a hand?
FRANKENSTEIN: Uh, no, thanks.
Have one. Thanks very much.
CONSTABLE: Just a moment!
I know everyone in this neighborhood.
I've never seen your face before.
I am Dr. Frederick Frankenstein...
newly arrived from America.
I was told you were here.
I'm Constable Henry. Pleased to meet you.
How very nice to meet you.
CONSTABLE: You're chilled to the bone!
A warm fire's just the thing.
A nip from the bottle wouldn't be too bad.
That's the ticket!
If you have everything in hand, I'll say good night.
Thank you, Constable.
At your service, sir, always.
Good night, Constable.
Good night.
FRANKENSTEIN: Oh, what an awesome sight.
What a profound and reverent night is this.
With such a specimen for a body...
all we need now is an equally magnificent brain.
You know what to do?
IGOR: I have a pretty good idea.
FRANKENSTEIN: Good man.
Wasn't that on the other side?
IGOR: What?
FRANKENSTEIN: Your, uh...
Oh, never mind.
FRANKENSTEIN: Do you have that name?
IGOR: I have it.
IGOR: H. Delbruck.
FRANKENSTEIN: Hans Delbruck.
[Thunder]
Ahh!
Ahhh!
INGA: He's hideous!
FRANKENSTEIN: He's beautiful.
And he is mine.
[Thunder]
FRANKENSTEIN: We're fighting time and the elements.
Are you ready?
IGOR: Are you sure this is how?
Yes! It's all written in the notes!
Tie the kites and hurry down!
What's the hurry?
There's a possibility of electrocution!
Do you understand?
I say, there's a possibility of electrocution!
Do you understand?
IGOR: I understand. Why are you shouting?
FRANKENSTEIN: Did you...
Did you tie the kites?
IGOR: Of course.
FRANKENSTEIN: Oh.
All right. Good.
Check the generator.
IGOR: Yes, master.
FRANKENSTEIN: Lgor...
release the safety valve on the main wheel.
IGOR: Yes, master.
Can you imagine Hans Delbruck's brain in this body?
INGA: Oh, Frederick.
This is the moment.
Well, dear, are you ready?
Yes, Doctor.
Elevate me.
Now? Right here?
Yes, yes. Raise the platform.
Oh, the platform.
Oh, that! Ja!
From that fateful day...
when stinking bits of slime first crawled from the sea...
and shouted to the cold stars...
"I am man..."
our greatest dread has always been the knowledge...
of our own mortality.
But tonight...
we shall have hurled the gauntlet of science...
into the frightful face of death itself!
Tonight...
we shall ascend into the heavens.
[Thunder]
We shall mock the earthquake.
We shall command the thunders!
And penetrate into the very womb...
of impervious nature...
herself!
[Thunder]
When I say, throw the first switch.
You've got it, master.
Get ready...
get set...
go!
Throw the second switch!
Throw the third switch!
Not the third switch.
Throw it, I say!
Life!
Life! Do you hear me?
Give my creation...
life!
Turn everything off! Bring me down!
FRANKENSTEIN: Nothing.
INGA: Doctor, I'm sorry.
FRANKENSTEIN: No, no.
Be of good cheer.
If science teaches us anything...
it teaches us to accept our failures...
as well as our successes...
with quiet dignity and grace.
Son of a bitch bastard, I'll get you for this!
What did you do to me?
INGA: Stop it!
You'll kill him!
INGA: Ah!
FRANKENSTEIN: I don't want to live!
I do not want to live...
Quiet dignity and grace.
FRANKENSTEIN: Ohhh, Mama!
ELDER: This man is different.
You can see that after you've talked to him for five minutes.
SECOND ELDER: Yes?
He's a Frankenstein!
They're all alike!
CROWD: Yeah!
It's in their blood. They can't help it.
All them scientists are alike.
They say they're working for us.
What they really want is to rule the world.
[Pounding]
SECOND ELDER: Settle down.
That's enough now!
I won't have this meeting become a free-for-all.
These are very serious charges you're making...
and all the more painful to us, your elders...
because we still have nightmares from five times before.
We haven't heard from the man...
most qualified to judge the situation fairly.
Inspector Kemp.
Will you talk to us, please?
A riot is an ugly thing...
und once you get one started...
there is little chance of stopping it...
short of bloodshed.
I think...
before we go around killing people...
we had better make damn sure...
of our evidence.
Und...
we had better confirm the fact...
that young Frankenstein is indeed...
following in his grandfather's footschtops!
CROWD: What?
Following in his grandfather's footschtops, footschtops!
CROWD: Oh!
I think...
what is in order...
is for me to pay a little visit...
on the good doctor...
und to have a nice, quiet chat.
FRANKENSTEIN: Reputation...
reputation...
INGA: Oh, Doctor, you mustn't do this to yourself.
You've got to stop thinking about it.
You haven't even touched your food.
FRANKENSTEIN: There!
I've touched it. Happy?
I'll never forget my old dad.
When these things happened to him...
the things he'd say.
What did he say?
"What the hell are you doing in the bathroom?
"Give someone else a chance!"
Maybe it's better this way.
The poor, lifeless hulk.
Maybe it is better off dead.
MONSTER: Mmmmm!
IGOR: What is this?
FRANKENSTEIN: Swartzwalter.
MONSTER: Mmmmm!
FRANKENSTEIN: Oh, you like it?
I'm not partial to deserts myself, but this is excellent.
IGOR: Who are you talking to?
FRANKENSTEIN: To you.
You just made a yummy sound.
IGOR: I didn't make a yummy sound.
FRANKENSTEIN: I just heard it.
IGOR: It wasn't me.
INGA: It wasn't me.
FRANKENSTEIN: If it wasn't you and it wasn't you...
MONSTER: Mmmmm!
MONSTER: Mmmmm.
FRANKENSTEIN: Mmmmm.
Alive!
It's alive!
Stand back.
Hello there.
FRANKENSTEIN: I'll set you free.
MONSTER: Mmmmm.
Is the sedative ready?
INGA: Yes, Doctor.
MONSTER: Mmmmm.
FRANKENSTEIN: I want you...
to sit up.
Mmmmm.
Stand...
on your feet.
Mmmmm. Mmmmm.
You can do it.
Mmmmm.
FRANKENSTEIN: Now...
walk.
INGA: Doctor, I'm frightened.
FRANKENSTEIN: Don't worry.
Good.
Good!
MONSTER: Agggh!
FRANKENSTEIN: What is it? What's the matter?
Quick, give him the...
IGOR: Give him the what?
Three syllables.
First syllable.
Sounds like...
INGA: Head! Sounds like head.
Bed...
Uh, sed...
- Sed! - Sed!
Sed...
Second syllable.
Little word. This, that, the...
IGOR: A...
INGA: Oh!
IGOR: Sed-a...
INGA: Sed-a...
IGOR: Dirty word! He said a dirty word!
BOTH: Sounds like...
INGA: Uh... give!
IGOR: Sed-a-give!
Give him a sed-a-give!
INGA: Tive! Sedative!
IGOR: On the nosey!
MONSTER: Agggh!
Agggh!
FRANKENSTEIN: Sed-a-give?
INGA: Frederick, are you all right?
FRANKENSTEIN: Yes.
Would you excuse me, dear?
INGA: Oh, of course, Doctor.
FRANKENSTEIN: Lgor.
May I speak to you?
IGOR: Of course.
Sit down.
Thank you.
No, up here.
Thank you.
Now, that brain that you gave me...
was it Hans Delbruck's?
- No. - Ah!
Good.
Uh... would you mind telling me...
whose brain...
I did put in?
You won't be angry?
I will not be angry.
Abby someone.
Abby who?
Abby Normal.
I'm almost sure that was the name.
Are you saying that I put an abnormal brain...
into a seven and a half foot long...
fifty-four inch wide...
gorilla?
Is that what you're telling me?
IGOR: Quick, give him the...
INGA: What?
Three syllables? Yes...
[Pounding on door]
FRANKENSTEIN: Who could that be?
FRANKENSTEIN: Inga, quick!
See who that is.
You...
put that thing...
back on the operating table...
and strap him down tightly!
- Where are you going? - To wash up.
I've got to look normal. All of us must behave normally.
FRANKENSTEIN: Ha! Monsters!
KEMP: Excellent shot.
FRANKENSTEIN: This is the 20th century.
Monsters are passe, like goblins.
KEMP: Not to the good people of this village...
Herr Doktor.
To them, he is a very real thing.
Especially when there is a Frankenstein...
residing in this house.
[Thunk-thunk thunk-thunk-thunk]
Nice grouping.
Thank you.
I wouldn't think an intelligent fellow like you...
would fall for this superstitious rot.
It is not superstition that worries me...
but genes and... chromosomes!
Rubbish!
You might say, but this is... Transylvania!
Und you are a... Frankenstein!
You, uh...
seem unusually upset by this discussion.
Not in the least.
CAT: Meoww!
I find it amusing.
[Crash]
Well, this was fun.
If you don't mind, I'm tired.
Then I may give the villagers your complete assurance...
that you have no interest whatsoever...
in carrying on your grandfather's work?
MONSTER: Mmmmm!
KEMP: May I take that for a yes?
FRANKENSTEIN: Mmmmm.
KEMP: Very well.
FRANKENSTEIN: Can you find your way out?
KEMP: Of course.
Until we meet again...
uh, Baron.
Drop by any time.
We're always open.
[Muttering]
BLUCHER: Oh, Victor.
Victor!
We have done it!
BLUCHER: I'm going to set you free.
Would you like that, eine schatze kopf?
MONSTER: Mmmmm.
They wanted to hurt you.
But I'm going to help you.
FRANKENSTEIN: Thank heavens that's over with.
Frau Blucher!
[Horses whinny]
BLUCHER: Stop!
Don't come closer!
FRANKENSTEIN: What are you doing?
I'm setting him free!
INGA: No! No, you mustn't!
BLUCHER: Yes!
FRANKENSTEIN: Are you insane?
He'll kill you!
BLUCHER: No, he won't.
He is as gentle as a lamb.
FRANKENSTEIN: Stand back, for the love of God!
He has a rotten brain!
BLUCHER: It's a good brain!
FRANKENSTEIN: It's rotten! Rotten!
IGOR: Lx-nay on the otten-ray.
I am not afraid.
I know what he likes.
Agggh!
FRANKENSTEIN: That music!
BLUCHER: Yes, it's in your blood.
It's in the blood of all Frankensteins.
It reaches the soul when words are useless.
Your grandfather used to play it to his creature.
FRANKENSTEIN: It was you!
Yes!
- You played music that night! - Yes!
To get us here!
Yes!
That was your smoldering cigar!
Yes!
You left my grandfather's book out for me!
Yes!
- So that I would... - Yes!
You and Victor were...
Yes! Yes! Say it!
He was my boyfriend!
MONSTER: Owwww!
Owwww1
Agggh! Agggh!
BLUCHER: You'll never catch him now!
He's free!
Do you hear?
Free!
Agggh!
FRANKENSTEIN: Gone.
Gone!
We've got to find him!
We've got to find him before he kills someone.
What have I done?
Oh, God in heaven...
what have I done?
[Singing] Oh, I love...
my pretty little flower.
Oh, I love...
my pretty little flower.
Oh, I love my flower.
MONSTER: Mmmmm.
That monster is loose.
Boards must be tight.
There.
Thank God you put Helga to bed.
With all this monster business, I take no chances.
MAMA: But, Papa, I told you I was turning the rostbraten.
I asked you to put Helga to...
HELGA: Now throw a kiss and say bye-bye.
MONSTER: Mmm-mmm.
Oh, dear. Nothing left.
What shall we throw in now?
PAPA: Maybe she was in the bathroom.
MAMA: I didn't look upstairs.
I thought you did.
You didn't look upstairs?
HELGA: Sit down.
Sit down!
BOTH: Ahhh!
[Peaceful music playing]
A visitor's all I ask...
a temporary companion to help pass a few hours.
Agggh!
Thank you, Lord!
Thank you!
MONSTER: Mmmmm.
BLINDMAN: No, no. Don't speak.
Don't say a word.
My joy and my prize from heaven.
You must've been the tallest in your class.
My name's Harold. I live alone.
- What's your name? - Mmmmm.
What?
- Mmmmm. - Mmmmm. Nope.
Forgive me.
I didn't realize you were mute.
You see how heaven plans?
Me, a poor blind man, and you, a mute.
An incredibly big mute.
Your hand is frozen, my child.
How does soup sound?
Mmmmm.
I know what it means to be cold and hungry...
to have some kindness from a stranger.
Ready for soup?
Mmmmm.
Hold out your bowl, then.
My friend, you don't know what your visit means to me...
how long I've waited for another human being.
Owwww!
We tend to forget the simple pleasures...
Owwww!
The basis for true happiness.
Yes, yes, yes. Oh...
A little wine with your soup?
Mmmmm.
Good. Good.
Mmmmm.
Mmmmm. Mmmmm.
BLINDMAN: Uh-huh.
MONSTER: Mm-mmm, mm-mmm, mm-mmm.
Good. Good. Yes, sir.
Wait!
A toast. A toast to...
Yes! To long friendship.
How hungry you must have been.
Now for a little surprise.
For a special occasion, I've been saving...
cigars.
MONSTER: Mmmmm?
BLINDMAN: Take one.
Mmmmm!
What?
No, no. Fire is good.
Mmmmm!
Fire is good... yes.
Fire is our friend.
I'll show you.
Mmmmm mmmmm.
Mmmmm...
You see? You see?
Do you have your cigar?
Let me see.
All right.
Now... now... now.
Just hold it right there.
Don't inhale until the tip glows.
Owwww!
Mmmmm!
Agggh!
Wait!
Where are you going?
I was going to make espresso.
Agggh!
[Violin playing]
Now!
Agggh!
FRANKENSTEIN: Hurry! Bring the sedative!
MONSTER: Agggh! Agggh!
Agggh!
Owwww!
Agggh!
Agggh...
Aggghmmmm...
FRANKENSTEIN: He's out!
IGOR: I know.
FRANKENSTEIN: I'm going in.
Bring me that candle.
- No! - Yes!
Love is the only thing...
that can save this poor creature.
And I will convince him that he is loved...
even at the cost of my own life.
No matter what you hear...
no matter how cruelly I beg you...
no matter how terribly I may scream...
do not open this door...
or you will undo everything I've worked for.
Do not open this door!
INGA: Yes, Doctor.
IGOR: Nice working with you.
MONSTER: Mmmmm...
Agggh!
Mmmmm.
Get me the hell out of here.
What's wrong with you? I was joking!
Don't you know a joke when you hear one?
FRANKENSTEIN: Jesus Christ, get me out of here!
Open this door! I'll kick your rotten heads in!
Mommy!
BLUCHER: Nein!
Agggh!
[Mutters]
Hello, handsome!
You're a good-looking fellow.
People laugh at you. People hate you.
Why do they hate you?
Because they are jealous!
MONSTER: Mmmmm.
Look at that boyish face...
that sweet smile.
You want to talk about physical strength?
You want to talk about sheer muscle?
You want to talk about the Olympian ideal?
You are a God!
Listen to me.
You are not evil.
You are good!
This is a nice boy.
This is a good boy.
This is a mother's angel.
And I want the world to know...
once and for all and without any shame...
that we love him!
Oh...
I'm going to teach you how to walk...
how to speak, how to move, how to think.
Together...
you and I, are going to make...
the greatest single contribution to science...
since the creation of fire!
INGA: Dr. Fronkensteen, are you all right?
My name...
is Frankenstein!
Distinguished colleagues, ladies and gentlemen...
it is my great privilege of introducing to you...
a man whose family name was once both famous...
and infamous.
And now, may I present...
Dr. Baron Frederick von Frankenstein.
My fellow scien...
PERSON: Sssssssss!
FRANKENSTEIN: Tists...
and neurosurgeons...
ladies and gentlemen.
A few short weeks ago, coming from a background...
traditionally grounded in scientific fact...
I began an experiment in...
incredulous as it may sound...
the reanimation of dead tissue.
What I have to offer you might possibly be...
the gateway to immortality.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present...
for your intellectual and philosophical pleasure...
the creature!
Please!
Remain in your seats.
We are not children.
We are scientists.
I assure you there's nothing to fear.
First, may I offer for your consideration...
a neurological demonstration...
of the primary cerebellar functions...
balance...
and coordination.
Walk heel-to-toe.
Backwards!
You've seen the creature perform...
simple mechanics of motor activity.
For what you're about to see...
we must enter into the realm of genius.
Ladies and gentlemen...
mesdames and messieurs...
damen und herren...
from what was an inarticulate mass...
of lifeless tissues...
may I now present a cultured...
sophisticated...
man about town.
Hit it!
[Singing] If you're blue...
and you don't know where to go to...
why don't you go where fashion sits?
Mmmmin' mm mmm ritz.
[Singing] Different types who wear a day coat...
pants with stripes or cutaway coat...
perfect fits.
Mmmmin' mm mmm ritz.
[Singing] Dressed up like a million dollar trouper.
Tryin' mighty hard to look like Gary Cooper...
Ooper dooper.
[Singing] Come let's mix where Rockefellers...
walk with sticks or umbrellers...
in their mitts.
Mmmmin' mm mmm ritz.
MONSTER: Agggh!
FRANKENSTEIN: It's nothing.
Five, six, seven, eight.
You want me to look foolish?
Please, I beg you!
For safety's sake, don't humiliate him!
Come back!
I won't let you destroy my work.
I command you to come back.
Agggh!
FRANKENSTEIN: Chained like a beast in a cage.
INGA: Oh, Doctor, I feel so terrible.
FRANKENSTEIN: There's only one answer.
If I could equalize the imbalance...
in his cerebral spinal fluid...
he'd be as right as rain.
But how?
How? Before it's too late.
INGA: Oh, Frederick...
if only there was some way I could...
FRANKENSTEIN: Mmm.
INGA: Relieve your torture.
FRANKENSTEIN: Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
INGA: I wish there was some way I could...
FRANKENSTEIN: Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
INGA: Relieve the tension.
If I could give you a little peace.
Doctor, I have...
Doctor?
FRANKENSTEIN: What is it?
Doctor? Where are you?
BLUCHER: Doctor, this cable came while you were gone.
FRANKENSTEIN: I thought I told you...
never to interrupt me while I'm working!
BLUCHER: I'm sorry, Doctor.
I thought this was an emergency.
Your fiancee will be arriving any second.
FRANKENSTEIN: What? Elizabeth? Here tonight?
BLUCHER: Yes. I will go prepare her room at once.
I suggest you put on a tie.
Darling!
FRANKENSTEIN: Darling!
- Surprised? - Surprised.
- Love me? - Love you.
FRANKENSTEIN: Well...
Let's turn in.
ELIZABETH: Darling!
FRANKENSTEIN: I'm sure you're tired.
I'll pay the driver.
IGOR: Darling!
ELIZABETH: What?
- Surprised? - I, uh... yes.
- Love me? - Well...
IGOR: Well, let's turn in.
FRANKENSTEIN: Darling!
IGOR: Say nothing. Act casual.
FRANKENSTEIN: Ready?
ELIZABETH: I think.
Yes.
I am a bit tired after all.
FRANKENSTEIN: My assistants, Inga and lgor.
ELIZABETH: How do you do?
How do you do?
FRANKENSTEIN: This is my financier Elizabeth.
INGA: I'm happy to meet you.
FRANKENSTEIN: Financee.
ELIZABETH: Excuse me, darling.
What is it exactly that you do do?
INGA: Uh...
I assist Dr. Frankenstein in the laboratory.
We have intellectual discussions.
We were having one as you were driving up.
FRANKENSTEIN: Nein!
Lgor, help me with the bags.
IGOR: Soitainly.
You take the blonde. I'll take the one in the toiban.
Ggggrrrrr!
FRANKENSTEIN: Stop that.
The luggage.
IGOR: Yes, master.
FRANKENSTEIN: Ladies, this way.
IGOR: If you need help with the girls...
Agggh!
JAILOR: Ha ha ha!
You settle down now.
'Cause we're gonna be pals.
Right?
MONSTER: Agggh!
JAILOR: Nice and cozy.
Just like old friends.
MONSTER: Mmmmm.
Mmmmm.
JAILOR: What's the matter?
You're afraid of this fire?
This can't hurt you.
- See? - Mmmmm!
Some monster you are.
Mama was right.
Little boys ain't supposed to play with fire.
MONSTER: Mmmmm!
Is they? 'Cause they might get hurt!
MONSTER: Agggh!
KEMP: Silence!
Up.
A riot is an ugly thing.
I think it is just about time we had one!
CROWD: Yeah!
Kill the monster!
He will curse the day...
[Garbled] That he was born a Frankenstein!
CROWD: What?
KEMP: He will curse the day that he was born a Frankenstein.
CROWD: Yeah!
FRANKENSTEIN: Loose!
He's broken loose!
Do you know what that means?
ELIZABETH: Darling, you mustn't worry so.
FRANKENSTEIN: I suppose you're right.
Of course I am.
Now come along.
What would I do without you?
Is your room down the hall if I get the frights?
Yes. But I thought tonight, under the circumstances...
I might stay here with you.
Would you want me now, so soon before our wedding...
so near we could almost touch it?
FRANKENSTEIN: Yes!
ELIZABETH: Whoa, boy!
Or...
to wait just a little while longer...
when I can give myself without hesitation...
when I can be totally, unashamedly...
and legally yours?
That's a tough choice.
You're a tough guy.
[Smack]
I suppose you're right.
Of course I am. I always am.
Kiss me and say good night.
No tongues.
Good night, darling.
Good night, sweetheart.
- I love you. - I love you, too.
- You love me? - Mm-hmm.
- I love you, honey. - Ha ha ha.
Sweet dreams, darling.
Good night. Don't let the bedbugs bite.
MONSTER: Mmmmm...
Agggh!
[Singing] He has loosed the fateful lightning...
of his terrible swift sword.
His truth is marching on.
Da-aaa da da da da da.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Glory, glory, hallelujah...
ELIZABETH: Aaaahhhhh!
[Dogs barking]
MONSTER: Mmmmm...
Where am I?
Aahhh!
Who are you? What are you?
What do you want?
Mmmmm.
Calm down.
I'm not afraid of you.
How much do you want? My father's very rich.
You would have the entire world.
I must be back by 11:30.
I'm expecting a very important call.
MONSTER: Mmmmm...
Speak! Why don't you speak?
What are you doing?
Oh, you can't be serious.
Mmmmm...
I'm...
Oh, my God. Woof!
Aaarrr...
Uuuuhhhh...
I'm engaged.
And, and...
It was never...
Ah! Ooh! Ah!
Aah!
[Singing] Oh...
sweet mystery of life...
at last I've found you!
- [Grunting] - [Singing] Oh!
At last I know...
the secret of your arms!
Sshhh!
Penny for your thoughts.
Mmmmm!
You're incorrigible!
Aren't you?
You little zipper neck.
Mmmmm!
All right. Seven has always been my lucky number.
Come here, you hot monster!
[Violin playing]
What is it?
What's the matter?
Is it that music?
It's probably from some nearby cottage.
Nothing to worry about.
Where are you going?
You men are all alike.
Seven or eight quick ones, and you're off with the boys...
to boast and brag.
You better keep your mouth shut!
Oh, I think I love him.
[Violin playing]
INGA: Oh, look! He's coming back!
Oh, look!
Keep playing! It's the music that's bringing him back!
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
You can do it!
Come on! You can do it!
MONSTER: Agggh!
FRANKENSTEIN: Don't touch him!
He wants to do it himself!
You can do it!
Please! My creation!
MONSTER: Agggggh!
FRANKENSTEIN: Quick! Catch him!
Have the preparations been made for the transference?
INGA: Yes.
IGOR: You sure you want to go through with this?
FRANKENSTEIN: It's the only thing that can save him.
IGOR: You realize you're risking both your lives?
[Sour note]
FRANKENSTEIN: Yes.
IGOR: I'll switch it off!
INGA: How will I know when they are done?
IGOR: The doctor said to allow 15 minutes...
not one second more or less.
INGA: How long now?
IGOR: Two more minutes.
KEMP: Ein, zwei, drei!
Ein, zwei, drei!
INGA: What's that noise?
IGOR: I don't know.
INGA: What's the time?
IGOR: Almost time.
INGA: It's the villagers!
INGA: No! No!
Please!
Just another seven seconds!
INGA: No! No!
INGA: No! No! No!
MONSTER: Put that man down!
VILLAGER: It's the monster!
SECOND VILLAGER: Nah!
I said put that man down!
KEMP: Und who are you that you order these people about?
MONSTER: I am the monster!
KEMP: I see that you are the monster.
As long as I can remember...
people have hated me.
They looked at my face and body...
and ran away in horror.
I decided if I could not inspire love...
which was my deepest hope...
I would instead cause fear!
I live...
because this poor half-crazed genius...
has given me life.
He alone held an image of me as something beautiful.
Then, when it would have been easy...
to stay out of danger...
he used his body as a guinea pig...
to give me a calmer brain...
and a somewhat more sophisticated way...
of expressing myself.
KEMP: This is, of course, an entirely different situation.
As leader of this community...
may I be the first to offer you my hand in friendship.
MONSTER: Thank you.
KEMP: You are entirely welcome.
Now let us go to my house for some sponge cake and wine.
[Pop]
Oh, shit!
To the lumberyard!
[Frankenstein singing] Da dum da-dum.
Dee dum da-dum.
Dee dum da da dum...
Hello...
Mrs. Frankenstein.
INGA: Mrs. Frankenstein.
What a beautiful name!
Oh, darling.
Hold on to your hat.
What?
I'll be right back.
W-w-w-wow!
W-w-w-w-wow!
Oh, ho, ho!
[Singing] Dee dum da-dum.
Dee dum da-da...
I'm holding on to it, darling.
INGA: Just a few more seconds!
[Humming "The Wedding March"]
[Lnga singing] La dee da dum...
La dee da da...
La la la da...
La dum...
La dee da dum...
Da dee da da...
La dee da da...
La la...
[Elizabeth humming "Battle Hymn of the Republic"]
ELIZABETH: Honey, I hope Daddy's party didn't bore you.
He did it just for you.
Say you liked it.
MONSTER: Mm-hmm.
ELIZABETH: Honey, did you see?
Here's a hamper just for your shirts.
The other one is just for socks and poo-poo undies.
Here I come.
Hhhhh!
[Snorts]
[Singing] Tchi-tchi tchi-tchi-tchi.
Tchi-tchi-tchi tchi tchi tchi.
Doo doo-doo doo-doo doo doo.
Da-da da da da-da da.
Tsssssst!
Mmmmmmmm...
FRANKENSTEIN: Mmmmm...
Mmmmm!
INGA: Mmmmm!
The feeling is mutual.
It's a puzzlement.
There's something I've always wanted to ask...
about that operation.
In the transference part...
the monster got part of your wonderful brain.
What did you get from him?
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!
INGA: No! Oh!
I don't believe... Oh!
Ow! Oh, oh!
[Singing] Oh...
sweet mystery of life...
at last I've found you!