Frankenstein Created Woman

What's that?

Come on now, come on!

Come with me, horsey.

Come along.

Quiet, quiet, quiet!

Well, what are we waiting for?

The priest, you fool!

- (scoffs) - He won't do much good.

Not where I'm going.

You're late, Father!

You nearly missed the show.

I'm sorry.

I didn't hear the cock crow.

Think nothing of it, my dear sir.

Well, gentlemen, shall we?

At once, Your Holiness.

And I trust you'll accept my apologies

for bringing you out on so raw a morning.

Come on!

Pardon me, Your Holiness,

but if that's for my benefit, could you speak up a bit?

That's better!

Not that I can understand a word of it.

Never was much of a scholar.

I never had time for it.

Nearly had me.

That would never have done, would it?

That would have spoilt your day for ya.

Hans?

Hans!

Get him away from here!

Get him away, do you hear?

You get that boy away from here!

Get him away!

I think it would be best, Father!

Away!

Away, Hans!

Here, boy!

Do it now.

Come on, it's my head.

You're going to have it off anyway.

Papa!

Hans?

Hans!

Get him away from here!

Get him away, do you hear?

You get that boy away from here!

Get him away!

Away, Hans!

Hans, is that you?

Yes, Dr. Hertz.

Well, come quickly, I need you.

16, 17.

Sorry I'm late, Doctor.

Quite alright.

21, 22.

Is he in?

23, 24.

Your gloves, boy.

A drink, in Heaven's name.

32, 33, 34, 35.

Oh, I needed that.

47.

49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56,

57, 58, 59.

Now!

How long this time?

One hour, one whole hour to the second.

Come on, come on!

No, don't touch it, it'll freeze your fingers off!

Open it.

Close the doors.

The room is not warm enough.

Stoke up the stove.

Stand by the switch.

Now.

Again, again.

Again, again, again, again!

Yes.

Yes.

He lives.

The brandy?

The smelling salts over there.

Take that foul smelling stuff away, please.

He lives.

See Hans?

He's alive.

Of course I'm alive.

Didn't I tell you I would be?

Oh, yes, but.

Hertz, I am constantly surprised

at your lack of faith in my work.

But you were dead, was he not, Hans?

Technically, yes.

But my soul had not left my body.

For one whole hour, I was dead.

It was an hour wasn't it?

Exactly an hour?

Oh, to the second, eh, Hans?

Good.

For one hour my body had died,

and yet my soul remained.

Now, why?

Where was it?

Was it,

was it trapped within me?

Could it be trapped forever?

Could I, could I trap it myself?

Oh, this is all too much for me.

All I know is that you're here

and that you're well.

You are well, aren't you?

You're well?

Hmm?

You're well?

I've never felt better, thank you.

That's wonderful.

He's well.

Well, in that case, we must have a party and celebrate.

That's very flattering.

To celebrate the success of my experiment?

Oh, experiment nothing.

I want to celebrate your safe return.

Hans?

The brandy.

Oh, no thank you, no.

I know your brandy,

but a glass of champagne would be very welcome.

Champagne?

Do you think I'd drink that stuff

if I could afford champagne?

Hans, does the local cafe have champagne?

I'm sure they would, Baron.

Run down and get a bottle.

There's a good fellow.

Run along, boy.

Off you go, boy.

He'll want paying, sir.

Well, give him some money.

Me?

I haven't got anything.

Everything I had was spent on all this.

Tell him I'll pay later.

Well, I'll try.

Boy!

Do you have an overcoat?

No, I've never had one.

Well, it's stormy outside.

You'd better have mine.

I rarely go out.

One hour.

Dead for one hour.

Yet my soul did not leave my body.

Now, why?

Hello, Christina.

Hans!

Where's Father?

He's out.

He'll be back in a minute,

and if he catches you here...

So?

I'm here on business.

Oh, yes?

It's true.

What business?

Wine buying.

The doctor sent me for some champagne.

Honestly!

And how is he going to pay for it?

Or are you treating him?

The Baron says he'll pay.

What's the matter, Christina?

The Baron.

I wish you didn't have to work for him, Hans.

I have to earn some money somehow, Christina.

I know.

But?

You know what they say about him.

No.

What do they say about him behind his back?

You know.

I don't know.

But I can guess.

That he's some sort of monster

in league with the devil himself.

That he practices witchcraft and performs the Black Mass.

Is that what they say?

Something like that.

Have they told you he eats little babies,

or can turn himself into a toad?

I'll tell you something, Christina.

If it's a choice between him and they,

I'll choose him every time.

There's no cause for you to get upset with me, Hans.

Who are you talking to?

In God's name, haven't I told you to keep away from here?

I'm here as a customer, sir.