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It's not much, I know, but there was nothing better.

People never die when you need them, right doctor?

— It's an honour, Baron. — There's no need to count it, it's 50.

Yes, of course. When's the next one?

Lynch, I'll need you next week for something special.

Sounds good to me, that means lots of money.

I need a corpse no more than six hours old.

- 200. - 500.

— 300. — Fine.

I don't mind doing my bit for science.

— But I can't promise. — Results Lynch, not promises.

I don't understand why you trust him so much.

Money, Charles. It's a wonderful drug for people like Lynch.

Perhaps it's nothing more than a splendid dream.

Or perhaps, just an insane nightmare.

— Does it matter? — No, not if I give him life.

It's worth every risk. Any risk...

— Even your life? — Yes, of course.

The creation of life is the greatest achievement.

To hesitate or have doubts...

to be scared now...

would mean all my work up to now has been pointless.

This... is my life.

But creating life, isn't that God's task alone?

Here on earth, man is God.

Go to bed, Charles.

Tanya arrives tomorrow, get some rest.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

What will you tell her?

Nothing.

But we must finish our work immediately, don't you agree?

Yes, it's true.

Charles!

You're not saying hello? I think I at least deserve that.

Forgive me, Tanya.

Forgive me, I'm confused.

Your father and I are happy to have you with us.

— Come. — Thank you.

Thomas.

Come here, Thomas.

Come, Thomas.

Take the lady's luggage and bring it to her room.

From the carriage you'll take it to her room.

Is that understood? Go.

Poor Thomas, he's a good lad. Except for his brain, he's quite normal.

It must have been a childhood illness.

— What a pity, such a handsome boy. — Your father's getting dressed.

— He worked until late last night. — As usual.

Is he still working on his animal transplant experiments?

You know what he's like, he's been working on them for twenty years...

and he'll work on them for another twenty, and he'll continue.

Tell me about university.

Except for my studies, it was rather boring...

but I didn't go there for the social life.

Aren't you happy?

I'm like my father, stubborn. When I want something, I get it.

And that's what happened, top of the class, and now I'm a surgery graduate.

My compliments, doctor.

Daddy!

— My girl. — It's great to see you again.

That's enough, is this the way a surgery graduate behaves?

Yes, it is.

Yes, Jack Morgan. Poor son of a bitch, they'll hang him.

They'll break his neck today.

Are you and Harry with me?

Poor son of a bitch that Jack Morgan, I never liked him.

— Or you, right? — Yes, sure, but I'm waiting.

— We can't do it any earlier. — And Harry?

— He goes where I go. — Perfect, to Jack Morgan.

To his death.

And when professor Muller wanted to object to my theory...

I stood there like Sir Galahad in front of the dragon.

Professor Muller was very much the dragon, I assure you.

My colleagues retired to their places thinking who knows what?

And I told that dumb intellectual how narrow—minded his views were.

Professor, it's men like you, with the imagination of an ostrich...

that bury their heads under the sand of superstition.

Whenever someone comes along with a new idea, they keep it under lock and key.

It's medicine and science in the laboratory of the archivist.

Then I said, I won't set foot in your class until you apologise...

for your entirely subjective and insulting criticisms.

Good day, Professor. And I left.

I know, you've heard it a million times.

It doesn't matter.

It's a fascinating story.

You know, the Frankenstein name still echoes around the university.

I'm not surprised, I haven't cared about what those idiots think about me...

or my theories since I left them.

— Sit down Charles, your leg must be tired. — No, thank you, I'm fine.

Thank you.

Did you have any problems at university because you were my daughter?

Sometimes.

But mainly because I was a woman.

Sadly, the professors still have their prejudices about a woman's role.

— You'll be an excellent surgeon. — Thank you, Charles.

But I don't just want to be an excellent surgeon.

What do you want to do?

Assist you father, in your work.

Since I was a child, I've always been interested in your experiments.

Every summer when I came here...

I went into your laboratory.

It was always locked.

Of course, but I found a way in.

A tunnel, in the wall in your room.

I wonder how you managed to find it.

I was very curious.

Now as well, I'm curious to know what progress you've made.

I hope you won't keep any secrets from me now.

I'll be very glad to discuss it, doctor to doctor.

Good.

But I must confess that my ideas are radical.

Much more than yours, father.

Really?

Of course, I'm my father's daughter.

You're talking about the transplant experiments on animals?

On men.

Thomas.

Easy, eaSY!

You frightened me, Thomas.

It doesn't matter.

Does it have a name?

— What do you call it? — No name, no.

Do you like my father?

My father, the Baron, do you like him?

Even when he takes your animals away? Even then?

Your animals, do you feel very sad when the Baron uses them?

— No, not you. — No, not me! The Baron.

Does it upset you when he takes your lambs?

No, he doesn't take them!

What is it?

Why are you scared of him?

Is he bad?

Bad.

— Did he do something to you? — Bad.

— Why another £300? — This is a delicate matter.

There are people who must be paid in advance.

— Which people? — Listen, Baron.

I can't say.

Professional ethics.

Don't talk about ethics.

I can get one but it will cost you another £300.

The way things stand, you don't have any other choice.

— I'll try to find it. — Take your time, and don't worry...

I won't sit down, I wouldn't want to ruin your lovely furniture.

Excuse me.

I was looking for my father.

— Would that be Doctor Marshall? — No, the Baron.

I never thought the Baron had it in him.

And Doctor Marshall does?

No, he'd have no hope!

— Something to drink? — No, it's too early.

It's never too early, for anything.

What are you doing here?

You're a detestable man, extremely vulgar...

and I'm sure whatever you're thinking is pure fantasy.

I'd say you spend too much time alone.

Be careful, that will rot your brain faster than whiskey.

How could a person like you think like a witch?

It depends on the company I find myself in.

Excuse me, father.

I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were there.

Mr Lynch.

Come, I'll show you out.

It was a real pleasure speaking to you. Good day.

Father.

— I said I'm sorry. — I heard you.

£200 now, another 200 on delivery.

— When will it be? — Very soon.

— When? — When they hang Jack Morgan.

— The day after tomorrow. — And then?

Then he's all yours.

Murderer!

Murderer! You'll pay for your sins!

"I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him."

Murderer!

You'll rot in Hell!

Murderer!

Murderer!

I'm guessing you're not going to miss Jack Morgan.

Just like I won't miss you, Captain.

I find that most depressing, Lynch.

Because one day you'll find yourself shaking Morgan's hand in Hell.

You mean I'll keep the other hand for you?

Your days are numbered.

You'll slip up soon, and that will be the clay I pay my debt.

No, not prison my friend, you're too smart for that.

It's the noose for you.

And I'll make sure you get it, it's the least I can do.

You might, you might not.

I'll make sure.

I'll make sure, Lynch.

What are you doing here?

I was heading for the city when I saw the crowd.

— What's going on? — Something I'd rather you didn't see.

A hanging-

— I've never seen a hanging. — Nor will you see this one.

Come on, I may be a woman but above all I'm a doctor.

— Death is normal to me. — This isn't death.

This is Iegalised murder.

Perhaps she should stay to see the difference.

Yes, you're right Charles.

— Thank you, Charles. — Don't thank him yet.

— Who is that? — I don't know, I could find out.

It isn't necessary.

Are you ready? It's easy now, just a few steps.

"And Jesus of Nazareth spoke..."

"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."

"And they cast lots to divide his garments."

It's time, Morgan.

Proceed.

One... two.. three...

They're coming.

— Tanya knows about the animals. — But how?

I don't know, she asked me why you still keep them.

Tanya must not find out about the experiments.

Not now, Charles.

Very good, Lynch. Excellent.

Thank you. Charles...

Come on Turner, earn your money.

Was it difficult?

As difficult as opening a bottle of whiskey.

Do you trust him?

I don't trust anyone.

Especially a man who drinks. Don't worry Baron...

No one's going to shed a tear over Jack Morgan's empty grave.

He killed the only person who would have said a prayer for him.

And next week, another special commission?

I don't know. I may not need you anymore.

I'm sad to hear that. I like your money.

— What will I do without it? — You'll think of something.

I'm not so sure.

— How much blood? — Two pints this time.

Good, we're ready.

I'm sorry, but I couldn't...

I really hoped you wouldn't come.

That's why you don't use animals anymore.

Human transplants.

Tanya, please go.

— I can help you. — You wouldn't understand.

Yes, father.

YES.

What are you going to do with the brain?

Tanya, please.

Will you stop treating me like a child?

I'm a doctor, a surgeon.

Don't you understand, I'm just like you?

No.

That's impossible.

— Charles? — It isn't impossible, Tanya.

But his heart and brain? You have to keep them alive.

Of course, we've done it before.

Inside another human body?

We don't need a body.

You're about to put Morgan's brain and heart in that creature.

Tanya, no more questions.

No, I don't want you involved in this experiment.

If anything were to happen, you'd be as guilty as me in the eyes of the law...

and I couldn't have that.

Soon I'll tell you everything. Just have a little patience.

I'll try.

Good luck.

— Everything ready? — Ready.

Pliers.

Pliers.

Start the timer, hurry.

We can begin.

It's moving.

I hope Morgan's brain works just as well.

Let's hope so, Charles.

And so, for almost twenty years my animal transplant experiments...

have been leading up to this moment.

All the humiliations I received from my colleagues.

The accusations against my mental faculties, all the insults...

will be thrown right back at their idiotic faces.

— Looking for something? — Yes, clouds.

I need a storm for the final phase, a magnetic storm.

Only lightning can give life to the creature.

That's why I still haven't transplanted the heart or the brain.

I can keep them alive indefinitely, but once they're transplanted...

they won't last more than a few hours if they're not activated by lightning.

— I want to see how you keep them alive. — You will.

— You'll do it. — I won't fail Tanya, I promise.

You should be proud of me, we'll have the medical world at our feet.

I want this so much for you, to see you realise your dream.

Something nobody can ever take away from you.

There won't be any need, I'll be glad to share it.

It's time.

Charles! Charles!

The brain, Charles.

Doctor, quick.

Below the cortex.

— In the white matter? — No, lower, in the grey matter.

Look. A lesion on the hypothalamus.

It's no good, we can't use it.

It won't work. We need to find another one.

— There's no time. — We must find the time.

We can't use a Iesioned brain.

But the lesion might be insignificant.

And if it isn't?

The hypothalamus controls the central nervous system.

It could paralyse an organ, and then what benefit would there be?

To give him life and then leave him paralysed like a corpse.

— It's a risk we must face. — What about anger and pleasure?

The two emotions connected to the Iesioned part of the brain.

Two vital emotions.

One of the two in excess would be disastrous.

— We must find another brain! — I don't have time.

Every minute shortens the life of that heart.

I can't throw away twenty years of work in a few minutes.

— I'm begging you, think! — Think?

No, it's instinct that changes the world, not thoughts...

and my instinct is telling me to transplant this brain immediately!

And I'll do it alone.

— I'm with you. — Thank you, Charles.

The skylight.

Raise the platform.

We'll wait for the storm to get stronger, Charles.

Man's will is done.

He's electrified.

Curses!

Charles, close the skylight.

Close it!

Nothing.

— We must wait. — His face?

To hell with it, I don't care what he looks like as long as he lives.

I messed up, Charles. You were right.

I should have repaired the lesion on the brain.

It probably wouldn't have changed anything.

The effects of the lesion would only have been noticeable...

if the brain had been reactivated.

We'll never know, and not knowing is more disappointing than failure.

Have a long rest, then we can start again.

No Charles, it's too late.

It's too late for me.

Perhaps Tanya will take my place.

— Will you help her? — Of course.

But let's see how you feel in a couple of months.

— You might change your mind. — I doubt that very much.

I'm not even sure I want Tanya to attempt the experiment.

— A moment ago you asked me to help her. — Yes, a moment ago I wanted you to.

— It was a selfish impulse. — You mustn't say that.

You see Charles, perhaps there are some things man should leave to God.

I'd never have thought...

He's alive!

Yes, he's alive.

It's beating.

It's beating.

It's beating.

Stand back, Charles.

Now we'll find out if this is all just a figment of our imagination.

Get up.

Come on, get UP!

Come down.

Come down!

We've done it, Charles. We've done it!

Go on, Charles.

Call Tanya, I want her to share this moment with us.

Come forward.

Take three steps.

Stop there.

Lower your arms. I order you to lower...

Tanya.

Tanya.

He did it.

He's alive!

— He's alive. — Oh, Charles!

How marvellous!

— Who is that in the hallway? — Please, just keep calm.

My father!

What happened to my father?

Dad!

Tanya.

What do we do now, Charles?

We must call the police.

No!

— Not yet. — We must.

Do you want to destroy my father's reputation?

Of course not, but we can't hide this from the police.

I said no.

—You don't understand. —Tanya...

Listen to me, what will happen if he kills again, and again?

No, Tanya. We must tell Harris.

Yes, tell him.

— But tell him it was a thief. — What about Morgan's body?

What did you do with the other cadavers?

The acid tank. It's in the other room.

Let's put Morgan in it.

Please Charles, we must hurry.

I don't know.

What do you hope to gain?

Time.

Time to find a way to save my father's name.

Charles, didn't you love him?

Of course.

Do it for him.

And for me, Charles.

Just for me.

Please.

— Is this where you found him? — Yes, exactly where you are now.

I see.

Very interesting.

Animal organs, I presume?

Of course, my father dedicated himself to animal organ transplants.

Yes, very interesting. And you saw the thief.

A giant, you said.

He must have been a real giant. Strong enough to...

— What did he steal? — Nothing, as far as I know.

— I haven't checked everything. — My father must have surprised him.

I'd say it was your father who was surprised.

But why would a thief enter a laboratory?

Perhaps he didn't know it was a laboratory.

He must have seen the light on and came in to look around.

Perhaps.

A very tall man, you said.

— How tall? — I don't know, I was asleep.

At least a foot taller than you, Captain.

Really? That would make him around seven foot.

Are you sure, Doctor Marshall?

A bit more, a bit less, I was trying to get away when I saw him.

You said you saw him with the Baron.

Yes, but all I remember is that giant crushing the Baron.

I'd left him about an hour earlier.

I was exhausted and I couldn't sleep, then I heard footsteps outside the door.

It could have been the Baron or Tanya.

No, they came from the stairs that lead to the laboratory.

The Baron was in the laboratory and Tanya would never have disturbed him.

So it must have been somebody who was a stranger to the house.

Then you came down just moments after this thief had killed the Baron?

I tried to stop him but he threw me to the ground and...

— Nonetheless, you saw him escape. — Yes.

— Were you injured? — Stunned.

How lucky! I won't keep you any longer.

I'm sure it's been quite an ordeal for you.

— By the way, that young man... — Thomas?

— Thomas... where was he? — He doesn't live here.

— He comes early in the morning. — Very good.

— He didn't believe us. — Yes, he did.

He was just trying to frighten us.

You're marvellous, Charles. Thank you.

— And now? — Now we wait.

It isn't going well today.

Look!

Poor girl, she's dead. Find a doctor.

Curses!

Who is it?

What do you want?

Nice place you've found, Lynch. It's the height of fashion.

Reminds me of an asylum. Yes, you know your stuff.

The taste of a man who truly knows what is obscene and vulgar...

erotic or simply grotesque.

It's very smart the way it all blends together.

The way in which everything seems to match.

There isn't an object out of place, not a centimetre wasted.

It's quite remarkable. I'm impressed.

Lynch.

You're a foul individual.

Something wrong? Are the prisons empty this morning?

Not at all, quite the opposite.

Some of your friends were kind enough to spend the night with me.

— I don't have any friends. — Yes, you do.

Simon Burke and Harry Morse.

Not to mention Jim Turner, and that other one, the hunchback.

— Were they drunk? — Very.

They made quite a racket in the tavern near the sawmill, do you know the place?

Yes, but what do four drunks have to do with me?

The fight was over which one of them had to pay the bill...

which was quite substantial. Your friends drink, as you know.

You haven't answered my question.

Really? I have one for you.

Where did four men like that find enough money...

to spend the entire night partying?

— Work? — Perhaps.

But what kind of work? Simon and Harry can't earn much.

After all, how many hangings do we have?

— Not enough for you. — You disappoint me.

I don't dish out sentences, I limit myself to arresting people.

— Were you drinking alone, Lynch? — No, not alone!

Are you in the mood, Captain?

Two of those men work for you.

I can't see you paying anyone enough to afford a night on the tiles.

You're right, I wouldn't.

Perhaps they found something else that undoubtedly pays a lot.

I'm not joking, Lynch.

Tell me what kind of work they do for you...

given that you don't concern yourself with legitimate business.

I know you're very resourceful.

I hear you're a loan—shark now but your helpers, what...

They're debt collectors. They collect for me.

Yes, it couldn't be anything else.

I'll leave you to what a man like you would call...

Exactly what a man like you would call it.

Lynch, one day you'll say the wrong thing at the right moment.

Captain!

— What is it, Peter? — Sarah Welles and Fred Benson are dead.

John Masters was with Sarah, he saw the killer.

— He says it was a monster. — What?

A monster, a huge being, ugly, with one eye.

Question him, he'll confirm it.

I can't figure out where this being came from.

You must intervene, I can't control the crowd, they're very excited.

We need to calm them down, but also put them on guard...

inviting them to work with us on this unusual case.

I'll do my best.

Calm down, we're working on a plan to catch this maniac.

Locked up in your office? You've got your eyes closed!

We admit we were taken by surprise.

We're going to need your help before reinforcements arrive.

— He thinks we're lying! — We'll deal with him once and for all!

If we've got to move, let's do it. Me first!

— Are you with me? — Yes!

Go home and don't do anything foolish.

Let us do our work. We'll call you if we need you.

Don't take matters into your own hands, it might cost you dearly.

If you see him, tell us, but don't confront him, you could get killed.

I must warn you, don't wander from your homes, especially at night.

Now clear out.

Come in.

It's pointless.

You won't find the answer in there.

There is no answer anymore.

I know the answer.

I'm just looking for a way to put it into practice.

Will you help me?

I don't know.

You'll help me.

I don't know, I can't commit myself...

until I know what you think the answer is?

Another creature.

Tanya, it took me and your father three years to build the first one.

— Less than three weeks for mine. — Even three hours, it's still too late.

— Then there's been another murder. — Two!

I didn't want to tell you. I went into town today.

Everyone's talking about that creature, they call it the monster.

That's what they call your father's lifetime's work, a monster!

— And they're right! — They're not!

My father was a genius.

— His creature exists. — All it does is kill.

You don't understand, even without the lesion on the brain...

that creature has the mind of a killer, it kills for the pleasure of killing.

It must be destroyed. Harris will destroy it.

How can a man destroy it?

Charles, there's only one solution.

Create another creature.

— You'll create another monster. — No, an executioner!

Our creature will kill my father's murderer.

It's impossible, even if you found the right brain...

Your creature, despite the superhuman powers the lightning will give it...

will need a body physically strong enough to handle it.

Where will you find a man like that?

If I find him, will you help me?

That's my offer.

£500 if you get me the right man.

What makes you think that?

My father told me. It's all in his diary.

All of his business dealings with you.

— I don't want money from you. — I understand.

I knew it.

Just for one night, then you'll have your man.

He won't cost you a penny.

It will.

Your price is too high.

I don't care what you think of me, I don't want your sympathy.

— You disgust me. — Then spend your money elsewhere.

Captain Harris might find my father's diary very interesting.

That I sell corpses wouldn't surprise anyone...

but your father buying them would certainly raise an eyebrow...

and you wouldn't want that, right?

Think about it. No one else can help you.

No one. Besides, I'm not asking much.

One night won't kill you.

Have a nice bath and everything will be just like before.

I'll kill him.

I'll kill him!

You need a drink, Charles.

I don't understand why you're so upset.

You can't take a man like Lynch seriously.

I still want to kill him! How could he have thought...

Thank you, Charles.

I had no idea you were so interested in my reputation.

I'm sorry, of course.

You're a gentleman.

And you think of me as someone who's untouchable.

You're wrong.

Really? Have you ever thought about touching me?

Tanya, please.

Does it upset you that much knowing a man like Lynch wants me?

No, it's just that it was most vulgar of him to say it.

You want me, Charles. It's the only reason you stayed.

— And if it were true? — Then why not tell me?

Because you were scared.

You've always been scared, of everything.

Even now you're scared.

We don't need Lynch anymore.

I've found him... Thomas!

— Thomas? — Yes, Thomas.

Physically he's perfect, and you know what his body's like.

He's strong, handsome, he can handle it.

— What does that have to do with... — Everything, because you love me.

You love me, but you've never done anything about it.

Instead of letting your love for me give you strength...

— Stop it. — You've become a spineless old man.

You're so weak, all you can do is undress me with those perverted eyes.

The eyes of an old man incapable of even thinking that I could love him.

You could...

Could you love me?

Yes. If you were like Thomas.

Then you love Thomas!

I can't love Thomas, he doesn't have your mind.

Think about it. Think of me.

Think about loving me.

I know you want me.

You want to make love to me.

YES.

Yes! Yes!

You can, Charles. I'll make it possible.

My brain and my heart, in Thomas' body.

His heart is as kind as yours.

Thomas with your brain. There's a man I could love.

No.

I won't kill Thomas for you. I'm not a murderer.

— You were ready to kill Lynch. — That was different.

One's the same as the other.

I'll help you, Charles, and I'll give you everything.

I'll be your wife, when you want.

— Tell Tanya Lynch is here. — No, no, no!

— Go and tell her... — Go away!

Very well, I'll come back tomorrow.

They're not at home, or you don't know where they've gone?

You're completely crazy!

Go!

Do you like it?

— Yes, a lot. — I've had that ring for a long time.

I never thought I'd see it shine on your finger.

Good morning, Charles.

Stop thinking about Thomas.

Think about him later.

Come. Over there.

Lynch, you fooled me.

Daddy, the monster!

Damn you!

Jack!

Jack!

John Lynch is dead?

Last night, killed by the same man who murdered his father.

Nothing was stolen there either, Lady Frankenstein.

Lady Marshall now, Captain.

Congratulations.

This man, did anyone see him who's still alive?

Yes, the young man who was with Sarah Welles, John Masters.

My husband told me everybody thinks it's a monster.

They can think what they like.

John Masters insists it wasn't a man, but he was too scared to be believed.

— Do you believe him? — No, I didn't say that.

The Atkins boy watched the murderer kill his mother but he's in shock...

and I don't know when I'll be able to talk to him.

Poor boy.

— Thank you for the tea. — I'll accompany you.

I was wondering why you visited Lynch at his home at night?

The Baron owed him money. My wife went to pay him.

— Why didn't you ask him to come here? — But how, Captain?

— A man like Lynch, here? — No, of course.

— Then why didn't Doctor Marshall go? — It my was father's debt, that's why.

— Is there a problem? — Right.

But I don't understand why your father had a debt with Lynch.

Captain, I find you impertinent!

I always am. Thanks again, and excuse me.

One last thing, Mrs.

You don't believe in monsters, do you?

— Of course not. — I do.

Have you finished yet?

You're worse than Lynch.

Are you sure Doctor Marshall will want it?

Of course I'm sure.

Whatever the Baron did with the corpses, Doctor Marshall was helping him.

I'm sure he's doing what the Baron did with them, and he'll be most grateful.

To hell with his gratitude.

As long as he pays us well.

This is no life, I want women and good whiskey!

— I don't work for you. — Quiet! I hear someone.

Who could it be?

This is how I found them, Captain.

I got here early, like I always do.

I like things tidy. Every morning...

Yes, thank you, Mr Stone. That's all for now.

I keep a clean ship Captain, and quiet as well.

Grave robbers? It doesn't make sense.

Actually, it's starting to make a lot of sense, grab those shovels.

Dig here, then dig up all the graves from the last two months.

What do you hope to find?

Not a damned thing.

Thank you, you can put them down.

No Thomas, I wasn't laughing at you.

— Don't be afraid of me. — No, lady.

No, I'm not afraid.

Come on, let's put these away.

— There. — One...

Go.

That's better, isn't it?

Sit down, Thomas.

Sit down.

Haven't you made love before? Don't you want me?

Do you want me?

You're handsome.

Tommy! Tommy!

Are you looking for someone?

Yes, I'm looking for...

— I'm looking for my brother. — Your brother? You must be mistaken.

Tommy. Thomas Stark.

He isn't here. Have you tried his house?

I've just come from there.

He hasn't been here for a few days.

Where could he have gone? He's never left the county.

Who knows? Perhaps it has something to do with the death of my father.

— I'm sorry, I didn't know. — Thomas was very close to my father.

His death must have upset him greatly.

I imagine so.

I'm sorry you came all this way, but I'm sure Thomas isn't far.

— Are you staying in the village? — Yes, of course.

Then I'll tell him. He'll be glad to see you.

Thank you. Thank you, lady...

— Lady Marshall. — Sorry if I disturbed you, Lady Marshall.

We're all very close to your brother.

I'm sure you are. Good day.

Julia, I've got enough to worry about with this killer on the loose...

and now with Thomas' disappearance.

— Find Tom. — I promise.

That Lady Marshall, I don't like her. I know what those women are like.

She could destroy a man and then...

— Julia, everything's fine, trust me. — I'm trying as hard as I can.

Please, Julia.

She seems like a nice person.

She's nothing like Lady Marshall. She makes me nervous.

Her and her father's experiments, animal transplants...

That's what she said, and Doctor Marshall didn't deny it.

— Why would he? — Why did they need cadavers?

What do you do with a cadaver, Peter?

Let's go.

You'll need two pints of my blood in order to fill this sack.

The blood is pumped from the sack using these two batteries.

Very good.

With compliments from Count Alessandro Volta.

Don't be surprised Charles, I read my father's medical diary.

But I've known about Volta for a number of years.

And Luigi Galvani and his experiments to produce electricity...

with methods employing electrochemistry.

Very simple but efficient.

The copper pipes carry a magnetic pulse to the sack...

causing it to expand and contract like bellows.

Then the blood is pumped from the sack and comes down this tube...

and enters the brain.

Providing a continuous flow of blood from the sack to the brain...

and vice versa.

— What about the oxygen for the brain? — It's liquid.

First, fill the container with this.

Then connect the two tubes to the brain.

Then put the brain in the glass container and preserve it.

— Can it stay like that indefinitely? — Indefinitely.

In his diary, my father wrote that he tried to help Thomas.

What went wrong?

Nothing, it's just that Galvani's theory...

would have turned Thomas into a vegetable.

How much current did you give him?

Enough to help him, but not enough to hurt him.

Tonight, you and I will help Thomas become a real human being.

And my father...

will live again.

But with the fame he deserved.

Charles.

I love you, Tanya.

Really.

Think of tonight, Charles.

Just tonight.

Zack, you damned fool, I should lock you up and throw away the key!

— Someone had to do something. — Yes, but you haven't done a thing.

Someone could have died, including you.

But I was right, that's no human being.

We must have shot it twenty times but it just kept coming!

Twenty times, Zack?

At least ten, well maybe not ten, but four or five, yes.

— Four or five, then? — It's true, Captain.

Men lose blood but that monster, nothing, it didn't lose a drop!

Very well, Zack. Go home, but if I hear that you...

You've got to kill it, I don't how, but you've got to!

But you must hurry!

You wouldn't happen to be threatening me?

It isn't a threat, it's a fact. People talk.

They're saying it's Baron Frankenstein's fault.

— That thing killed him, don't forget. — But it didn't kill his daughter.

What does she have to do with it?

You know what people are like, especially when they're scared.

And right now they're so scared they're capable of anything.

Something crazy, even.

For them, the name Frankenstein is synonymous with the Devil.

Under any guise.

Let's go.

What is it? Something's wrong.

It's late, Tanya. I killed Thomas.

You must make sure the ends justify the means, for me.

What if it doesn't work? Charles, I...

Tanya, I'd rather give my life to you than the hangman.

Is everything ready?

No questions?

No, no questions.

Tanya, remember that I love you.

I'll remember.

Now smile.

It's the last thing I want to see.

Thank you.

Now begin.

I don't like your sudden visits.

I'm trying to find your father's killer, I don't see why it should upset you.

You're right. Forgive me.

But I've been by my husband's side all night.

— Then he's seriously ill. — It's possible.

He's resting now, and after breakfast so shall I.

— Is your investigation progressing? — Not really, but the killer is.

Another two men have been killed, Jim Turner and Bill Jessop.

They worked for Lynch.

You wouldn't know them, they weren't the type you'd invite home for tea.

Why did you ask about Thomas earlier?

Only because a dear friend asked me to say hello to him.

You mean his sister asked you to look for him.

I thought I was quite clear yesterday.

— She obviously didn't believe me. — Only she could tell you.

— Do you believe me? — Why would you lie?

— Women never lie to you? — Always, Lady Marshall.

Charles!

I can't wait for the storm. It may not come in time.

I need to generate enough electricity to reactivate your brain and Thomas' heart.

I can't wait for lightning.

I can create the same type of energy artificially.

You and my father had experimented on Thomas.

Only you were afraid you'd kill him if the current was too strong.

Everything's ready, my dear.

Don't be afraid.

They laughed at my father, Charles.

But they won't laugh at me.

Thank you, dear.

Have faith.

It's working.

Now let's see how much current we need.

Get ready, Charles.

We've almost done it this time, Charles.

Just a little longer, clear.

A little longer.

You're alive, dear.

You're alive.

You're alive.

— Tanya. — I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm cold.

I'm cold.

Dear!

You don't expect me to believe that?

It's true Julia, I saw it.

You think Tommy has something to do with this monster?

Not of his own volition, he may have been coerced into it.

Tommy doesn't shine with intelligence.

Then Lady Marshall's mixed up in this as well?

You don't like her, do you?

I'm sure she lied to me when I asked her about Tommy.

Paul, I'm scared, help me. I'm scared they'll kill him.

— Now don't exaggerate. — I'm scared I won't see him again.

The monster!

Shoot!

Again!

Let's get out of here!

Follow me, but be careful. Don't take any unnecessary risks.

When I remove the stitches no one will notice the difference, I'm sure of it.

Okay, let's see what you can do.

Come on, Thomas. Get ready with your hands.

When I drop the paper, try to catch it as soon as it falls.

Look at me. Are you ready?

YES.

Good, Thomas!

Your reflexes are perfect, your pulse is normal...

How could I have known the storm would come in time?

You couldn't have.

There's one more thing.

Try lifting that desk.

— That one? — Go on.

Go on Thomas, lift it.

— I'd never have thought I could do it. — Now you can, Thomas. You're young again.

A handsome, strong, intelligent young man.

Lady Marshall!

Lady Marshall!

What is it?

It's Captain Harris, he insists on seeing you, he won't leave.

Tanya, you must see him immediately. Don't be afraid.

Everything's going to be fine. Go, hurry!

— I must see Doctor Marshall. — Impossible, he's very sick.

— I'm not asking your permission! — This is unlawful entry!

— Yes, you're quite right. — I'll report you to your superiors.

— Go ahead. — I will.

— Where's his room? — Please leave this house!

Not until I've seen your husband.

Sorry, but my illness is very contagious, don't come too close.

I need to speak to you alone.

Whatever you have to tell me, I want my wife to hear it.

I came to warn you about the monster you created with Baron Frankenstein.

I hold you responsible for the deaths of eight people, including the Baron.

— Can you prove it? — I'd be here to arrest you if I could.

I know you're responsible. I want you to stay alive.

Why would someone want to kill my husband?

Not someone, the monster he helped create...

which has already killed the four people responsible for giving it life...

and you, doctor, are the fifth and last.

You're out of your mind. How could they...

Supplying your father and your husband with cadavers.

I don't need to tell you how they were used.

We have no idea what you're talking about.

Those vases in the laboratory.

It wouldn't be hard to prove that they contain human organs.

No, you never thought that your monster may not appreciate your miracle.

That's why it killed the Baron and the other three men.

That's why it will kill you as well.

Why didn't it kill my husband after it killed my father?

Perhaps your husband wasn't in the laboratory.

It's the most ridiculous story I've ever heard.

You have quite an imagination. It was a thief that killed the Baron.

As for Lynch and those other two champions of honesty...

anyone would have had sufficient reason to kill them.

Perhaps it's your incompetence that's allowing your imagination to run riot.

— I recommend a long rest. — Excellent.

But please don't forget that I warned you in time.

Your concern comforts me greatly. Goodnight, Captain.

Whatever you've done to Thomas, there isn't a hiding place that I won't find.

— My best wishes to the doctor. — Thank you.

— We must leave tonight, Thomas. — No, Tanya.

Harris and his men will find the monster and they'll destroy it.

They don't know how.

I do.

All available men, the place has to be completely surrounded.

Make sure they don't tell anyone. Hurry!

Let's go!

— Do you know where to find him? — He'll find me, tonight.

He'll come here tonight.

Oh, Thomas.

Monster!

Look out, Thomas!

Thomas, wait.

You don't have to kill it because it doesn't need to kill anymore.

Now we can keep it at bay and show the world my father hadn't failed.

That he wasn't a lunatic.

Think of us, Thomas. The fame, the money!

No, I must kill it!

You're right, kill it.

Why did you change your mind, Tanya? Why?

Because you only need one of us to live, then you'll have what you want.

— That's it! — No!

— It's the Captain! — Is he dead?

— No, he's just passed out. — Let him sleep, we can handle this.

This is unwise. Be careful, Julia.

You, follow me!

Paul!

— Peter, why did you bring her here? — Captain, I...

— The monster's inside the house! — Zack's men are burning everything!

That lunatic! Julia, wait here.

No!

Spare me!

You love me!

You love me!

You love me!

I belong to you.

Yes, Thomas, kiss me!

Spread out!

Over here!

Everything! Burn everything!

Who authorised you to do this?

Arrest him! Take him away!

— Julia! — Tommy!

— He's here! — No, you can't!

My god!

THE END

Subtitles © 2018 Nucleus Films Ltd Translated by Anthony Baggaley.