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Captain! Can we take it together?

We have to break through the ice.

The men are hungry and exhausted.

We can't work this fast or it will have consequences.

Are you ready?

As long as we're out here, we're working!

It doesn't fit the ice for you.

Keep it going.

Put the microphone away.

Thank you. I need to get out of here.

Really? Yes.

And we're going to meet St. Petersburg as soon as they free the ice.

They think they can cycle out much longer. They need to know they can come

Shut up!

It's either up to you, or the commander here, to mean anything.

We have taken our oath, and we will fulfill it.

We have to get to the North Pole!

Is that understood?

Yes sir!

I don't think we can do it.

Where's all the blood coming from?

There's a wounded man!

He's lost a lot of blood!

He's wounded in the shoulder!

He's broken his leg!

Do something!

I don't think I can do anything.

Thank you. Help me with the boots.

I've been commanding.

You're on the right thing to ship, Horizon.

Captain Anderson, this is Dr. Woodson. How many of your men did it kill?

Six. It will come back and kill many more.

All of you.

If necessary, I must you deliver me to him.

It's gone.

It sank in the freezing waters. It's dead. No, it is not!

Believe me or not, it will come back for me.

And when it does, they will put me out on the ice and let it take

me.

What manner of creature is that?

that the memory of my evils should die with me.

But some of what I will tell you is fact.

Some is not.

But it is all true.

My name is Victor.

Victor Frankenstein.

It was my father who gave me that name.

Do you know what it means?

I believe I do.

Conqueror.

One that wins it all.

My father was a baron and a pre -eminent surgeon.

He had married my mother largely out of convenience, as her dowry was

considerable and a lineage noble.

It furnished my father with the means to preserve his rank, family estate.

Absent from our lives, but when he came home, the entire household bent to his

will. Claire, dear.

The rest of the time.

Victor?

Father. The rest of the time, Mother was fine.

Now, bring that here.

The salts in the meat will enrich your blood as well as the baby's.

You eat for two, remember?

Well, it's nutritious.

Guardian angel.

Sweet companion.

Stand by my side and do not leave me.

Under your mantle, shelter me.

I would hear them from the wall, arguing incessantly, yelling at each other

about wealth, estate, and me.

Their voices filled me with fear.

Mama?

Mama?

despised us both. Our raven black hair, our deep dark eyes, even our

quiet, at times nervous, disposition seemed to exasperate him to no end.

List as accurately as you can the ancient classification of the humors in

human body.

Blood, black bile, yellow bile, and flesh.

Average male heart.

Weight?

9 to 11 ounces, Father.

Average female heart weight?

8 to 10 ounces.

Why do you suppose that is?

Difference in mass in female hearts?

Depth of emotion?

Tensity to the melancholic?

Mass.

Volume of blood, Father. Muscular irrigation.

Quite. There is no spiritual content in tissue and no emotion in the muscle.

Now, describe the main function of the tricuspid valve, please.

I cannot recall, Father, but I'm sure I will remember.

Yeah, I'm sure you will.

Ivory does not bleed, Victor. Flesh does.

By the time you remember a fact, your patient could be dead.

You understand?

The main function of the tricuspid valve...

is to prevent the reflex of blood into the vena cava.

No, not your hands. Not any more.

They are now the instruments of your craft and will.

And we must care for them.

Your face, however, is vanity.

You bear my name, Victor.

and with it my reputation.

I pray you remember that.

Mother?

Father?

Father! Father, save my mother!

Mother! Mother, please don't!

Mother! Mother!

No Victor!

Victor!

my mother whom i had come to consider a part of my very self he

who i thought would never leave see who was life was not death

her eyes extinguished the smile feeding

the cold earth

All of you, leave!

A part of the universe had been hollowed out.

And the firmament was now permanently dark.

Now, cover your eyes.

Don't look until I tell you to.

Now.

and grew full of sunshine and smiles. He was at a calm, tender disposition,

clearly favored by my father.

He was the breeze. I was the

storm cloud.

He was all laughter. I was all frowns.

There was something more.

Or rather, something was missing.

My mother had died at the hands of the most distinguished doctor of his day, my

father.

An idea took shape in my mind.

Inevitable.

Unavoidable.

Father?

You let her die, did you not?

I did everything in my power to save her. You must know that.

So you failed.

No one can conquer death.

I will.

I will conquer it.

Everything you know, I will know. And more.

I think we've done quite enough for today.

I was bold and new that night.

I had a vision.

I saw, for the first time, the dark.

would have command over the forces of life and death.

I would become every ounce the surgeon my father was. I would surpass him in

ambition and in reach.

The vision was so clear, clearer than anything I'd ever seen in my waking

or dreams.

My downfall was swift.

Two revolts and a fire on my mother's plantations dwindled the family fortune.

We kept the estate but lost everything else.

William...

went to one side of the family in vienna and i to london then edinburgh and

there for decades i tried to expand

the narrow limits of academia life

this is life gentlemen

we are born

And no sooner do we rise, we fall.

Death.

And in the space between that rise and fall, our humble little birth.

Now, birth is not in our hands.

Is it?

Conception, that spark, the animation of thought and soul, that is in God's

hands.

God.

but death.

Now there lies the challenge.

That should be our concern.

It should be.

Who are we to do so? We are not gods, are we?

But if we are to behave as modestly as gods, we must, at the very least,

miracles. Wouldn't you say?

Ignite a divine spark in these young students' minds.

Teach them defiance!

Rather than obedience, show that man may pursue nature to her hiding places and

stop death. Not slow it down, but stop it entirely.

Silence! Silence!

How exactly do you propose to teach what is impossible?

Composite subject to the body. That of a shopkeeper. Delivered me moments after

expiration. Brain made bare but functional.

Spinal branches and vagal nerves intact.

You may observe the hair -thin scars.

No coarse stitching needed by my own technique.

The arm, you see, comes from another specimen. That of a carpenter. The

ligaments, nerves, all connected now.

Now, the resplendent movement of the body caused by the electric current,

is not new.

It's not new. However, the flow of energy through the body follows a

notion in time.

An Eastern notion called chi.

Now, it considers the vital flow of energy both within and without. I'm

utilizing needles in six... Quiet!

Sit down!

This is a hearing doctor, not a carnival act!

You're not helping your cause, Victor!

This galvanic trickery was simply not true. Trickery?

Trickery?

Are you sure?

That is not trickery. That is a decision.

Motor coordination between the eye of one dead man and the arm of another.

Infused with a new will and the rudiments of understanding.

brain that already died.

Release now.

Please.

Please always have it.

Turn that off at once. At once. Charlotte. This is the future. This is

Why not study it? Why not quantify it? This is unholy. An abomination.

An obscenity.

God gives life.

And God takes it. Victor. Perhaps God is enough.

Jesus must amend his mistakes.

Do not let these old fools extinguish your voice.

The answer has only come when coxed by disobedience, free of fear and cowardly

dogma.

My name is Heinrich Palman and I carry with me a letter of introduction from

your brother William.

My brother?

I asked for the privilege of your company.

Very well.

So William is coming to see me, is that it?

Yeah, in a matter of days.

He wants to introduce you to his fiancée, my niece, as it happens.

Elizabeth Hollander, a very nice young lady, fresh from common life.

The photographs are mine.

William has become quite successful in the world of finance. He's making a name

for himself.

A name for himself?

Well, I'm afraid we both share that name, whether we like it or not.

I've read your article in the Lancet. You really believe you can do it?

Assemble a man, full new body, and give it life?

You saw it today, didn't you? What I saw was a crucifixion, really. You were

done for before you uttered a word.

I still showed them.

What? The truth.

They will forget by suppertime.

Yes, yes, yes. But what did you think?

I thought it was brilliant.

It was, I know. But you were like a child, so excited, clutching your new

tightly that you're strangling it.

That is why I worry about you.

Can you contain your fire, Prometheus?

Or are you going to burn your hands before delivering it?

Quite.

Please do not think me rude.

But my day has proven long enough, and I believe myself totally unfit for the

company of strangers.

So there's nothing more, but there is much more.

I've... quarters in Edinburgh.

Three days from now we are to meet with William Elizabeth and that evening I

will change your destiny.

I will show you something extraordinary.

Turn the peach.

Turn it.

You bit it again.

You're eating the peaches.

This is a memento mori.

The peach.

Symbol of life and youth. And you bite into it.

I was hungry, Kiki.

Byron Victor Frankenstein, sir.

You can leave.

Forgive me.

Welcome. And a young art photography.

Goodbye. Already a passion of mine.

Did you bring the papers?

Oh, thank you.

You're extraordinary.

Thank you.

You're using the nervous system to deliver the surge of energy.

Are you not?

Correct.

Thus, the sustainability of the life force you command is very brief.

Wayne, evaporate.

How so?

At the lecture, you ended the demonstration.

I understand.

But really, because the galvanic life force was already fading, was it not?

Are you yourself a surgeon, sir?

Yeah, once upon a time. An army surgeon.

Not a particularly skilled one, either.

But it allowed me to secure the rudiments of my fortune. I own a few

factories. An arms merchant?

A realist.

Are you familiar with the Evelyn tables?

Of course.

Acquired by Sir John Evelyn, there are four planks, meticulous dissection, some

of the oldest in Europe, presenting the nerves, veins, and arteries of catarrhs.

Well, yeah, but there's a fifth one.

The most compelling one.

Exquisite.

Is it not?

Flesh rendered onto wood.

The cadaver lies on the plank, is peeled away layer by layer, and the remaining

tissue is lacquered with resin onto the wood. It showcases the lymphatic system.

Muslim medics call it the secret circulatory system.

It moves maybe three liters of fluid, but it's a vast network.

Oh, it's remarkable.

Yes.

Now for us, for you, the important variation is here.

The ninth configuration, very delicate, all the serial structures surrounding

the heart. It can distribute, but also store energy.

Yes, if you can access that without destroying the surrounding tissue.

Not the front, not the front.

The back.

Spinal cord.

Thoracic curvature.

Of course.

Flow of energy.

Scarring and regeneration beyond anyone's imagination.

Life eternal.

I will endow your pursuit with unlimited resources.

And in exchange.

No need to become indelicate.

We're searchers for truth and transcendence, kindred spirits.

I may in time ask you for a favor in return, but it's mostly the privilege to

record your process for posterity. I work alone.

Oh, very quiet.

William Frankenstein and Eunice de Hollander.

We'll consider it.

I'll consider it.

reasonable now. It would be such a shame.

Victor. William.

Victor. Look at you.

Why, you've grown.

It's from a marriage of my own.

May I introduce the woman I'm to marry, Lady Elizabeth Hansa.

Absolutely delighted.

Can't say I was shocked when you were expelled, but the manner and virulence

your expulsion are uncalled for, I'm sure.

No, it was called for. I earned it.

I made it a point to earn it, wouldn't you say, Herr Arlenep? It was quite an

exit, I assure you.

Why provoke them? Why not just carry on without calling attention to yourself in

such a manner?

How safe.

Even by your standards, William.

You almost sound like father.

He was a most tactful man, our father.

Precise, discreet, measured.

I, on the other hand, fail to see why modesty is considered a virtue at all.

Victor's always been one to harvest attention.

Even as children, I mitigate his voice by saying silence.

Perhaps too much and far too many times, wouldn't you say, Victor?

If life can be regenerated.

Not as an affirmation, but as a divine act by physical, chemical means. Why

whisper it?

You laugh.

You're amused. I must be, yes.

Are my ideas not clear? You certainly expressed them loudly enough.

Are they not worthwhile?

Ideas are not worthwhile by themselves, I don't believe.

Enlighten me, please.

Take the war, for example.

William!

Cigar and brandy in my study?

Surely you've heard my niece expand on the matter before.

You'll excuse us.

All right, carry on.

Ideas. Well, honor, country,

valor.

These surely are worthwhile, elevated ideas by themselves, wouldn't you agree?

Mm -hmm.

And nevertheless, men are dying for them.

In a decidedly unelevated way.

Face down in the mud.

Choking on blood. Screaming in pain.

Men that were fathers, brothers or sons to someone out there.

Men that were fed, cleaned and nursed and schooled into this world by their

mothers. Only to fall on a battlefield far away, far from those that provoke

these tragedies.

Those men remain at home.

Untouched by blood or bayonet.

Their skin unpierced, their blankets warm and clean.

That is what happens when ideas are construed by fools.

And you think me a fool?

Hmm?

Run to your brandy and cigars.

The boys are waiting.

How often a man...

Well, he's met an angel or a devil, only to find it is all an illusion.

The game of chess we play, we play only against ourselves.

He's under my protection!

He's under protection from the crown!

A few weeks later, I rode with William and Harlander to a lake near Fadoots,

across the channel.

The tower still is an old construction site, very confused.

Public work, though. Construction was abandoned at the start of the war.

You know, not this one, though. The one before.

Or the one before that. I cannot quite remember.

The moment I laid eyes on it, the tower.

I could feel death.

The structure's basically intact.

And there's a chute going from top right to the bottom.

I can arrange for your belongings.

We'll bring them for madam.

Anything you need or want shall be granted.

Anything? Anything.

I have secured William's service for the duration of the project.

I'll need a holding cell and an ice chamber close to the lab. William, there

two pump reservoirs at the base of the tower.

We'll repurpose those.

We shall need to recondition the steam engines and we'll need enough fuel to

make sure they run.

There and there, four high -capacity batteries,

positive and negative polarity, and a lightning rod system of pure silver

telescoping down into the lab. Yes.

My contractors can manufacture any and all equipment you may require.

I take it then that we have an understanding?

everywhere.

You, you're lucky to be hanged. You would have died within the year.

Herr Harland had promised me access to optimal specimens.

And he may have you launched him, as you well know.

One doesn't pay and it's the poor story of what we have here. They're wretches,

every one of them. I'm sorry about that.

It's a strong back. This one will do.

Such a delicate, pious creature I have to confess to.

How long has it been since your last confession, my daughter?

Barely a week, father. I was in a convent.

A week?

Have you so hatefully committed sin?

I have.

Sin of intent, not deed.

A man, is it? Yes.

My fiancé's brother.

Lust?

Hatred. Hate?

Hate. A man is appalling.

Grotesque.

Harsh words.

Rather untenable, isn't it?

Respectfully, Father, you do not know this man.

He tries to control and manipulate everything and everyone around him.

Like every time, he delights in playing the victim.

His only advantage, I would say, is he's far cruder than he believes himself to

be.

Cruder?

Thanks for explaining yourself.

For one, he's easy to spot.

You can see him.

Even on a busy street on Market Day.

Tell me, how soon did you spot me? I saw you well before you saw me, to say that

much. Have you had supper? I'm not that hungry.

Well, I for one am famished.

Thank you.

What book did you buy?

Man?

Yes.

Yes? I'd rather you did. Very well.

A romance.

drenched in Mediterranean suns and scomises of love. Insulting.

But I'm surprising.

Really?

Insects.

My interest in science leads to all the smallest things.

Moving with nature.

That's the rhythms of God.

I've always searched for something more pure.

Marvelous. Is that what you were thinking in the convent?

In a way.

Was it worth it?

Anything?

Very well

It

was

the very first time I became more interested in life and somewhat less

interested in Death.

The main broad has a fast bolting system.

Who do you use in alloy?

Copper and zinc.

It simply will not do. Start over.

Your silver is the perfect conductor.

William, you must stay behind.

Please. I trust you above anyone else.

Only for a few more days.

You're not going to catch her.

To the family.

Now we have something in common.

The prisoner.

As promised, William took a dutiful charge of the laboratory build and

Can you fix another van, please?

No, up.

He followed my instructions.

and action point responding to the lymphatic system which was quite

Thank you. I hope we're not distracting you from your research.

To tend to me and Elizabeth?

Not at all. She's young.

She can count on us to guard her.

French porcelain.

Chimes to a man's dream.

I am very near a solution.

An access point to the lymphatic system.

I am that.

It's been so long.

The war is waning.

And my funding will end with it.

You said your funds were unlimited. My patience is not.

I have it on good authority that a battle is to take place within a week.

The tide of war will deliver its bounty to our shore.

A battlefield.

The bodies will be mangled.

One week.

One week. After that, history will pass us by.

What's that for me? Williams?

Barron?

A week to determine how to deliver the current. Impossible.

What would I do? I was close. I could feel it.

And then...

Life got in the way.

Oh.

I believe she missed you.

I must warn you, Elizabeth, I've been working on a dissection.

It's beautiful.

Does it shock you?

It reminds me of Marsden's paintings.

Pain is gone.

Do you see God's design and symmetry and shapes?

Elizabeth, I must confess something to you.

I have a belief in the marvellous son to you.

There is a bond between us, can you feel it? An almost physical one. I truly

believe it to be something else.

Remit. Entirely bewitching, but so odd.

Once.

Multiple eyes.

White blood.

And a fascinating lack of choice.

I don't understand.

Choice is the seat of the soul.

The one gift God granted us.

Placing the battery above the lid, I have found nothing could stop me now.

Nothing.

No! Do not take any bodies from the top or the bottom of the pile unless I mark

them. I shall rot may have destroyed the tissues.

Look only in the middle.

Abundance can be disorienting, unless one holds one's aim.

And favoring tall specimens, long limbs, scale will make the work easier.

I like that.

Perfection.

And why not be barren?

Indeed, why not?

Look for a head that's intact.

Get that one in the car.

Set that one over there.

Bring me others.

Hey, Hollander!

A storm is coming!

My cane!

My cane!

My cane in the handle!

Mercury, are you there? Thank you.

syphilis you know dying one night with venus a lifetime

with mercury isn't that the phrase what stage secondary we both know the precise

schedule that starts to eat away my bones orbital cheek teeth jaw skull

exposing my brain tumors madness excruciating pain

One fine morning, I will start to scream, and I will never stop.

Which brings me to my one condition. I would deal, as agreed, in

exchange for my generous intervention on your behalf.

And as we give life to our new Adam, we want to be placed in this noble chapel.

No.

No. Not now.

We talk about this after, not now.

There is no after!

I give you everything you ask for.

Damn it, it's yours.

Even Elizabeth.

Please.

Please hold me down.

The disease has spread all inside of you. It's systemic and you know it.

Every organ in you is polluted. Your brain, your blood, it's all polluted. My

money is not, is that it? It's impossible.

You need to tell us one single word.

Yes. No more and no less. No.

Do you want to shut down?

What are you doing?

Stop.

Stop. If we lose that, we have nothing.

We both lose. I will be the eagle that feasts on your liver. Please.

Sun. Light.

Face it.

Sunlight. Sun is... Sun is light.

Of course you are.

Of course.

The mail, sir.

This is from the old estate.

Geneva.

Is there anything for my uncle?

Perhaps we should pay them a visit.

Water.

Water.

Water.

Water.

That's water. Come here.

All right, good. Take a big step.

Can you do it again?

Ready? This way, like this.

No, no, no.

Hot. Hot.

No, don't touch. Don't touch that. It's hot.

Very good. Very good. Very good.

You're very strong.

Nice.

You want another?

Yes, this one goes right here.

You stay.

You stay here.

No, no, no.

All right.

I'll come back.

Everything

was new

to him.

Warm, cold, light, darkness.

And I was there to mold him.

I never considered what would come after creation.

And having reached the edge of the earth, there was no horizon left.

The achievement felt unnatural.

We were setting sails forwards, no matter the cost. You share my madness.

Perhaps there is a finer point in me telling you my story.

Whether there is, or is it, Baron?

I'd like to hear it.

Weeks passed, and as his strength increased rapidly, mine waned.

Alas, no further language or development occurred.

No, no, no, no, no.

Down, down, down, down.

Yes, there we are.

There we are. Stay there. Stay there.

Yes, that's you.

That's you.

All right?

Oh, yes, this is killing rather nicely.

I'm tired.

I haven't got sleep.

Tending to you.

Saving you.

No, no, stop, stop.

Let go. No, no, no, no, no, no. Open.

Open your hand. Open.

Open it.

What are you doing?

Look. Look what you've done.

You have to listen to me. You have to listen. I said drop it.

Stupidity. No.

Stop.

Come here.

Don't touch me!

Don't ever touch me!

there, Singer.

I know you have thoughts. I know.

I know you do.

Somewhere in there, somewhere in there you have thoughts.

Don't you?

Something you might want to say?

However jumbled, however confused?

Something?

Am I presuming too much?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

This much we have established. That is my name. My name is Victor. Is there

anything else that you can say? Anything at all?

Anything, anything.

Sun.

Cold. Rain.

Blood. Anything.

Boots. Can you say boots?

Victor.

No, yes, no, yes.

How about, how about hand? Can you say hand?

Hand, hand.

Oh, oh, oh. You are afraid of me?

Why? Why would you be afraid of me?

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm not going to hurt you. I made you.

I'm your maker! Stop it!

I've so much to show you, Elizabeth.

You won't believe it. It's absolutely marvelous. Come, come. I'll show you my

nose, Beth.

Is my uncle here?

What?

My uncle, is he here? No, no.

Oh, I'm alone.

He's not here. He'll be back in a few days. You don't look very well, Victor.

Oh, I've never felt better. I've never had a clearer mind. Come, come.

Are you running a fever?

I am just very excited to see you.

I've exhausted the spirits of these people.

Who hurt you?

I have to show you this, William.

At the organized point.

And I have something to show it to you.

I've spoken to the Royal Magical Society.

They're interested in seeing you. No, no, no, not yet.

I'm not quite ready yet.

I thought that's what you always wanted.

The man.

The man don't stay. You saw him?

Victor?

His wounds.

He wounded him like that. No, no, no. It was the world that hurt him. I gave him

life.

I gave him life.

What's going on?

He's dead.

He's forgetting his friends.

all its systems are fun all healing the healing is erratic

yes but exceptional

why

is he chained here for his own safety and for mine it's easy to clean and

maintain it And then he doesn't know any better.

I can't fathom how exactly you did what you did, but its dimension does not

escape me.

Victor, did you ever ask yourself, of all the parts that make that man,

which one holds the soul?

Something, someone's whining about that creature down there.

Askew like a figure peeking around a funhouse mirror.

But animated.

Animated by what?

A leaf?

For me?

Thank you.

Is it beautiful?

Is this for me?

And I'm Elizabeth.

Say Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

I'm thrilled.

Now, Elizabeth.

Let go now.

You should not go near it.

intelligence that I had intended.

Perhaps not if you understand it. Something went wrong. A blockage. It's a

suture. A connection.

You, the great Victor Franks, and you made a mistake.

One word. One word. One word.

One word.

One word means everything to him.

What is in being in you the spirit that animates him is simpler, purer, purer

than that of the common man.

What if, unrestrained by sin, our creator's breath came into its wounded

directly? Good God, Elizabeth.

If I could force myself to believe it, it would be my inclination to see the

attraction in you for that same understanding.

In those eyes I saw pain, and what is pain if not evidence of intelligence?

What about my men?

What about what you have denied me?

What my heart wants?

Your heart?

For the human anatomy, that is the organ's purpose from your understanding.

Only monsters play God's barrel.

Purer than the common man.

And I somehow the villain.

Your heart is pure.

I show you it isn't.

I didn't know. I couldn't bear.

Up.

Now give me your leg.

Leg.

Give me your leg.

Pain is evidence of intelligence, is it not?

Well, let's test the theory.

Give me your legs!

I made a mistake.

No, you didn't say. I thought you made a mistake. I did. The creature is

extremely dangerous.

Victor,

let's wait for Harlan and discuss together, will you?

There is something you should know.

Something I have to show you.

How's Harlan?

In a fit of rage, he killed him.

I was hesitant to share this with you.

Apparently not with Elizabeth.

So what's to be done now?

What? What's to be done is to be done. You must take a little bit back to

Vienna. Tell her something urgent came up and you have to leave immediately.

Keep her in the dark.

For her own safety.

You have to do as I say.

We'll be back in no time. But from now on, this is for the better.

It's the last man you think.

Brief.

Terrible feeling.

What is it?

Turn the carriage around.

You go to Vienna.

Turn the carriage around or I will jump. He's going to kill him.

Say one word.

One word more. Anything.

Made beside you.

That was not the end of it.

In seeking life, I created death.

You will see my need, sir, to have my man again.

Don't worry.

They'll listen to me.

Do not harm him. I'm here.

Take me.

Go on, beast.

Kill his buff.

Confirm your maker's tale.

My maker told his tale.

Then I...

I called your name and understood I was alone.

What is that? Shoot him! Shoot him!

My wounds had healed.

Hmm.

What was it?

Was it a bear?

It wasn't a bear. Or a human.

I've never seen anything like it. Is it a ghost thing?

There was no ghost. We drew blood. It was flesh and bone. Come, come. Over

Tell me more about what you saw.

Anna Maria, take your grandfather over by the fireplace. Make sure he's

comfortable.

Thank you, grandfather.

These unseeing eyes were full of wisdom.

These people possessed a sound, used it to tell each other about feelings

and ideas.

They called them words.

Pay attention.

What is this?

A boy.

And again?

A boy.

Very good, my child.

And this?

An eye.

And again?

An eye.

Good. Well done. Well done, my child.

And this one?

Very good.

Give us a hand.

To be part of this family.

We'll need more kindling before the winter. To be their benefactor.

What could I possibly do for them?

the forest we said thank you thank you say

thank you spirits of the forest from

then

on i became their invisible

You extended a small kindness towards me, close, brave.

And for a moment, a brief, brief moment, the

world and I were at peace.

Spirits of the forest, eh?

beautiful way, right, our conscious one.

The seat will be sold by the end of the month, Father.

Then I'll take you, Alma, and Anna Maria into town.

We'll go into the mountains, hunt the wolves, and be back at the end of

I pray here alone every winter, and this year will be no different. Please,

Father, listen to reason.

You do what you must, and so will I.

This is still an old doubt.

It's just you and I now, Spirit.

Just you and I.

And I have form in my imagination.

In many ways, I would present myself to the old man.

Would he fear me?

Welcome me?

Hold up, Sam.

With a single step,

I entered a different world, one I had only seen from afar.

Please, who is it?

Answer me.

Tell me, why are you here?

Traveler. Welcome, dear traveler.

Do not think me ungrateful for the company if I ask you to procure a chair.

I find it difficult to give him a good hope.

My sights have failed me.

But there is bread and brandy on the table. Pray help yourself.

Brandy.

Your language.

You'll have a hard time speaking it. Are you not?

From these bars?

Are you afraid?

Don't need to speak.

What are you afraid of?

Everything.

And you are wearing a uniform.

Were you injured in battle?

You were hiding in the middle gears, were you not?

The spirit of the forest.

I cannot judge of your countenance, but there is something in your

voice that would replace me with your goodwill.

and kindness.

Stay with me.

Share my food and fire.

I will be delighted to share what little I have with you and would be greatly

helped by your companionship.

You could read to me.

Read?

Make this your home.

And I, your friend.

Friend.

And it was then that I read my first story.

And it was... The first story.

I read about a man named Adam and a woman named Eve.

About their time in the first garden.

I read about the rise of rival cities and the collapse of a tower and the

wrath of a god.

And I've read about men that fought dragons and men who lost.

Everything and time passed and fell away with the leaves of

autumn.

Have you never seen the snow, my dear friend?

Makes the world clean.

You.

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings.

Look on my works, ye mighty, in despair.

No thing beside remains round the decay of that colossal wreck.

Boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away.

books they miss in the world.

A few more, I'm sure.

Not here.

Last book on the left. Take it. We haven't gotten to it.

Paradise Lost.

Milton. Man has questions for God.

Even God has questions.

I think he wanted answers, and that is why he sent us his son.

Death probably intrigued him.

Suffering.

I want to know who I am.

Where do I come from?

God took your memory just as I wish he would take mine away.

Many years ago, I took a man's life.

A good man.

And I have been atoning for it since.

Forget.

Forget. The true measure of wisdom.

To know you have been harmed, by whom you have been harmed, and choose to let

it all fade.

I cannot forget what I cannot remember.

You recall nothing?

single word.

What is it?

Understood that I was nothing.

A wretch.

A blot.

Not even the same nature as man.

This hurt clung to my mind.

It never left me.

I saw it.

Your name.

Victor Frankenstein. And where to find me?

Yes!

Yes!

Hi there.

What have you done to him?

Don't move.

Oh.

How long did I die for?

I do not know.

But I saw my injuries healed.

The cold winter air stung in my lungs.

I felt lonelier than ever.

Because for every man there was but one remedy for all.

You too have denied me.

And they rose within me and decided to demand a single grace from you.

I'll start soon and I want you by my side.

It's hard to believe.

If not for your kind nature.

I spoke to a few guests about the inquest.

About the explosion.

The majority...

accepted for what they were.

And what was it, William?

The past, Victor.

A terrible accident.

I intend to sell the estate.

All we have is each other.

I want you to throw the cups everywhere.

Throw them everywhere.

Doug says to do some more of that.

I know it is bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony.

Only for the groom.

Yes, that's right. Not for me.

I've rarely felt remorse before, and now I feel little else. A fever gripped me

for so long, but it has passed, and I see you now as I should.

For whatever it's worth, I wish you and my little brother, who I love more than

life, the very best.

You may like to believe you do.

And I dread to even hear it.

On my wedding day, I ask you but for a single grace.

No more lies.

I want to tell you... Leave my chambers now.

Leave!

Come out of the shadows.

Are you here

to

thank me?

You survived and are intelligent enough to have found me.

Another monster.

Yes.

We can be monsters together.

I have found sanity at such a cost.

And you here are madness calling me back. I cannot die.

And I cannot live.

In you, I have created something truly horrible.

Not something.

Someone.

You made someone.

Me.

Whatever puzzle I am, creator, I think, I feel.

I have the soul to make.

And then what?

Procreation.

Reproduction.

A home.

A grave.

Thus, begetting death, begetting death, a race of devils propagated upon the

earth, obscenity perpetuating itself.

I am obscene to you, but to myself I simply am.

Begone!

Never again will I make something like you witted and deformed.

Stepson.

Look at this. Move away from it.

It's a tractor.

It's a tractor!

Every answer had its own destruction.

The very configuration that devoured everything.

It all came from here.

You are the monster.

and longed for something I could not quite name.

But he knew and found it.

To be lost and to be found.

That is the lifespan of love.

And in its brevity, it's a tragedy.

You gave me life I wanted.

I give that back to you.

You thought me a monster.

Now I return the favor.

Kill me. Kill me now. Do it.

I will make you bleed.

If you humble, you may be my creator.

But on this day forward, I will be your master.

the mountains past frozen horizons until there

was nothing left just you

I need ammunition.

Drop in this.

Three cans of condensed milk and firewood.

And six sticks of dynamite. Six?

What are you hunting?

This. You put your faith in this.

You think this will make me.

Write it then and hope it does.

But if it does not...

Come for you again.

Flesh regrowing, rattling of my bones, resetting

the murmur of my blood, pumping through my

incessant heart, and once more finding no mercy.

consumes me.

And I never regard my life for what it was.

is here now comes to take you away.

It meant nothing.

Now I ask you to give it back to me.

One last time.

The way you said it at the beg -

That's not how we rent!

I'm sorry.

What did I say?

Sit tight.

Get up.

You didn't mean it.