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Hey, shooter.

Tell him we're okay already.

How was

it, Morgan?

Like a Rembrandt.

Okay, wrap it up. Let's go back to the castle.

Home, Himmler.

I don't need him anymore, shooter.

Help her, Mike.

Hey, we know the... How long that run?

Forever.

Jealousy, jealousy lover.

Don't blame me because you're no longer an ingenue. You know, that's not exactly

what she said when you married me.

Well, I keep you on the payroll. You'll have to admit I'm loyal. Oh, yes, you're

loyal. To wives number one through four inclusive.

Would you care to try your luck for five?

If you don't spill my name right, when you wire out your next story, you're on

my hate list, friend.

I don't know.

I may not be able to afford the alimony.

I may have to sleep on it. Oh, well. I'll just bet you will.

How I suffer for Douglas Roe, Madison Avenue, and all those lovely sponsors.

Scout by Indians, one show to recreate a covered wagon massacre.

Boyle and Eaton, the show before on the Downer Party expedition.

And now, nearly drowned to celebrate the 230th anniversary of Frankenstein.

And for this, we've got to travel 3 ,000 miles to his ancestor's castle in

Germany?

Oh, well.

Arcturne and high residuals.

How could you inflict these people on me, Gottfried?

I have no privacy. I cannot think. I cannot work.

I'm completely overrun. My castle, my grounds.

You're a true Frankenstein, Victor. Always complaining.

But you forget, it's you who forced us into this.

Let them use my castle, you said.

Anything, just so you could get this atomic reactor you need so badly.

And have no funds to purchase.

Ah, well, these days it is difficult to live on the sale of the acquisitions of

one's ancestors.

I've been wanting to talk to you about this, Victor.

You have been spending money and money. You're buying equipment as though you

were a government.

But where it goes and what you do with it... Is my business?

No. It's my business, too.

How can I handle your affairs if there are no affairs to handle?

If there is mistrust, as it is...

I have sold practically every one of your art treasures. There's nothing

He?

My fish?

They are hungry beasts today.

The struggle for existence is just as fierce and ruthless in their world as it

is in ours.

Not so, Godfrey?

To think that man could torture fellow men as they once tortured you.

They believed in one thing, I believed in another, but they were running the

country. That was my misfortune. But you won, and they didn't.

I won?

You're thinking only of my surgeon's hands.

They were too clever to do anything to them.

They needed them for the unholy operations they forced me to perform for

What they did to the rest of me, my body.

But you didn't give them what they wanted.

You didn't go over to their side.

They couldn't take your mind, Victor.

My mind?

Would anyone ever believe that you and I are the same age?

That I'm even still a man?

Victor, why don't you accept the government's offer of a scientific post?

wait for politicians to make up their minds?

I am the last of the House of Frankenstein, it is true, but how much

think that I have left?

Every hour is a day out of my life. Every day a month, every month a year.

A month can see the end of my life.

Victor, why?

Why what?

Why the strange secrecy behind your wanting all this equipment?

Why, for days at a time do you disappear without anybody knowing what you're up

to?

And now, this great urgency for an atomic -powered unit, exacting promises

you must have it at once.

Victor, tell me.

Tell me before I'm forced to think what... what I dread to be the truth.

Gottfried, remind me to tell you sometime the story of the inquisitive

commandant who...

What did you expect?

Oh, hi, Baron.

I got word they're shipping out that power unit or whatever it is you ordered

from Berlin. It should be here in the next two or three days.

Gottfried, I was going to call you. These are the TV release forms from

Continental Broadcasting for the Baron who used to sign off.

The sooner the better, Mr. Rowe, then I can get on with my work.

Glad you brought that up, Baron. I'm going to rewrite the whole script and

up the show with you.

Shooter, fix me a drink while you're at it, will you?

Scotch.

That's a nice boy you got there, Baron.

Real -time casting.

Now, I got the whole thing figured out.

And you down in the vaults giving us the lowdown on your great -great

-grandfather. The first Frankenstein. The one who created the monster.

It ties in with the film portion of the show we shot today.

But we'll do the clip live with you.

And don't you let horrible Herman leave town.

I want him back to play the thing.

Hold it for a second, will you, Doug?

As soon as I get finished, we'll go over the whole script together.

We'll give it a dry run so you'll get a good idea of the reading of it, you see?

Then we'll start rehearsals. You say the unit will be here in a few days, Mr.

Rowe? Okay, Doc.

Hey, Morgan, check the vaults for lighting and camera angles. You may need

special lenses.

Will do.

That's right, Baron. In two or three days.

But you know, after you finish this show, you're not going to want to be

around with atomic gizmos.

You're going to be a television star with 60 million ecstatic fans screaming

more. Give a few, take a few.

What with the commercial.

The Baron may even get his own sponsor.

Well, you think a series right here from the castle is such a bad idea?

That would be my pleasure.

With you as my leading lady, Miss Hayes.

Mr. Rowe, I'm becoming reconciled to your presence here.

Your coming here may be the solution to all my problems

What

I say

of Frankenstein began my work in the year 1740 A .D.

with all good intentions and humane thoughts to the high purpose of

probing the secrets of life itself with but one end, the betterment

of mankind.

So wrote my celebrated ancestor.

But first he had to learn how flesh was made.

He had to discover the art of transplanting vital organs

from human beings into his creature and knitting them together

until they had all the attributes of God -inspired

birth.

Of course,

Must admit that perhaps he was not too scrupulous about

where he got his raw material.

But after 17 years, his labors were at last rewarded.

He created a living man.

But to his horror,

What did he discover?

That his creation was a monster, hideous, foul, its evil brain

with but one thought, that of survival.

And in order to survive, it killed and killed and killed again,

until it became the very image of the devil in Christ.

And he realized that what he had created he must kill.

But because he was the creator, he could not bring himself to

destroy it.

In this stone

sarcophagus, deep in the bowels of the earth,

he buried his creature.

His creation in a passage in an ancient

vault of the family burial place.

He sealed it away for all time without vital organs or soul

so that never more could it bring terror to mortal man or

challenge God.

The only true creator for whose merciful forgiveness he prays.

I'm sorry.

I think I got carried away.

Well, Uncle Douglas will just have to comfort you tonight, dear. His favorite

indoor occupation.

Stick to the script, Judy.

you were great. Just a rip.

Wasn't he, Mike?

Yeah. A real gasser.

What's the matter with him?

He says he's finished. He doesn't want to come back anymore.

He says all this here makes him so nervous.

He cannot sleep nights.

He can't sleep nights?

Put this under your pillow, Himmler.

This will make you sleep like a baby.

Maybe you'll have a couple of real nice dreams, shall we?

Well,

wrap it up.

Tomorrow's another day.

Baron, you pick up plans pretty fast.

Well, good night, Baron.

Good night.

John, that dialogue, it wasn't what you wrote in the script.

That's right, it wasn't.

But between you and me, it was great.

Yeah, yeah, right.

We're flying them in from all over. Europe, the United States.

Got a big thing going with the National Magazine.

Yeah, they're going to cover the Frankenstein party here at the castle

after the show.

Yeah, got a whole thing going. Goblins all over the place.

Running wild.

Yeah, goblins.

Goblins, that's right. We ran an international horror contest. Most

goblin from each country.

Yeah, you're not just whistling Octoliver Augustine. We got some goblins

kill you, man.

Anything else?

Okay, thanks.

Ja, Fraulein. It is here, Elvis.

Now we try the London Times?

Maybe, maybe?

Four hours delay?

Cancel it, Brunhilde. I'll try it again tomorrow.

Fraulein, a little bit more coffee? Oh, no, thank you.

Oh, shooter.

I was in town today, and... Well, I thought you might like this.

No, Fraulein, it's... Oh, it's nothing, really.

But a man your age, out in all this dampness and fall.

Make believe it's your birthday.

Oh, no, but... Oh, it'll help keep you warm when you're working around the

castle. Yeah.

I don't know what to say to that.

Thank you.

Shelter. You are richly endowed to have one as lovely as Miss Hayes bestow gifts

upon.

Revised script.

Didn't wait till morning to be typed. Well, Baron, it won't be long now.

As you say, Mr. O, it won't be long now.

Hey, Doug.

We're sure gonna have to spot some arcs out there if we expect to cut through

that fog for the night stuff.

Let's not cut through it. The more atmosphere, the better.

Okay, it's your baby.

But I still say it's going to fog up the whole night.

I'd like to go over that new scene with you.

If you're not too tired.

No, I'm not tired.

Think of your career, darling.

Judy.

Let's us take a walk. I'd like to take a walk right out of here.

Oh, Mike, I'm sorry I didn't mean to take it out on you.

Torch, scorch, un -forch.

Okay, Judy, forget it.

Gottfried, something is on your mind. Say it. It is difficult.

It has never been difficult for you to speak in the past?

This is different.

Something has happened.

Something is changing.

It is you, Victor.

I've been very concerned with you these past days, Victor.

What kind of dealings do you have with the director of the morgue? Are you

interested in corpses?

I shall really have to tell you the story of the inquisitive commandant. The

at Belsam, remember?

Victor, I watched you tonight at the organ.

That was no music you ever played before.

Not the way you played it.

I never felt it that way before.

Victor, they might believe that you want that atomic element to supply electric

power, but I...

Victor, you and I have always shared the truth.

I know the history of your family. I know you are the last of your line.

are no others to follow you.

What are you trying to say?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Tuesday, 2018 o 'clock.

Resuming work.

As a result of stripping skin off the skull, keeping clean and keeping at the

required temperature, the bones have become crystalline.

I may now begin reconstruction of the physiognomy.

Note on hands.

Both real and synthetic skin transplantation fused.

Paws open and normal, texture and tone of tissue firm, showing no

deterioration.

Attachment of hand to wrist stable.

Contemplating further plastic surgery to remove old scar tissue.

Subject has maintained perfect state of preservation.

Now ready for final surgical step of transplanting living vital organs. Now

needed to complete the last act before use of atomic reactor to

reproduce.

Reba.

Hilda! Hilda!

Hilda!

Poor shooter.

Why did it have to be you?

I do not understand what is happening here.

A miracle shooter.

Come here.

You have opened its grave.

You have brought the thing back.

We'll bring it back, Shooter.

You cannot

do that.

You leave me no choice.

Okay.

You will live again, Shooter.

You will live again.

You will hear me.

And your brain will obey.

Think.

Think, Shooter.

What glory it will bring to the name of the House of Frankenstein.

No more suffering.

I'm doing you a favor, shooter.

I'm saving you the pain and misery and discomfort.

Holy.

Do you understand what I am saying?

Now tying off the aorta and superior and inferior

vena cava.

Automatic transfusion system continuing to supply fresh blood.

Both bodies are receiving oxygen.

Freshly transplanted organs remain alive and healthy.

Heart is freed.

It is receiving.

Constant massage.

I'm now placing the heart in the left side of the chest.

Futuring, I overturn to cave to the heart.

proceeding with uninterrupted massage during surgery.

Continuing artificial pulse and circulation of blood at normal

speed.

Good morning.

You know, if you're fixing breakfast for Douglas, don't bother.

All he ever takes is orange juice.

I was fixing this for all of us.

Shooter isn't around this morning.

I put the toast in the oven.

Didn't that take an awful lot of courage, darling?

After all, you never know who you'll find dead in an oven.

Shooter!

Now, where do you suppose he is?

Maybe it's his day off.

Since when does the old family retainer operate on a 40 -hour week?

Shooter! I'm afraid he won't be able to hear you.

Why not?

Well, it may surprise you, but even Shooter has relatives of his own.

He's going to stay with them at Mertonburg, perhaps for some time.

In the meantime, this young man will take care of your needs.

Yes, we've met.

I'm sorry you were inconvenienced, but I didn't expect you up so soon.

It wasn't your fault.

And then with your equipment for the lab workers.

Here? Arrived?

Yes, about an hour ago.

Shooter's brain restored. All membranes intact.

Continuity between the medulla and spinal cord restored.

Cerebrum enclosed with tantalum prepared in accordance with Glock's standard

trephining technique.

You seem rather disturbed, my dear.

Oh, it must be the organ.

Somehow, organ music always makes me think of death.

Where did you get that?

Oh, I found it down in the vaults.

I was saving it for Shooter when he comes back.

Maybe sometime.

Where is he, Victor?

Where is Schroeder?

Before you tell me that he's gone to see his relatives, remember that I'm aware

he has no relatives anywhere.

Yet this morning I looked into Schroeder's room.

All his clothes are still there.

Gottfried, dear old friend.

Remember the story I was going to tell you, the story about the inquisitive

commander? the one who was at Belsen.

He, too, was always asking questions, prying, seeking to learn

what went on in other men's minds.

And you know what it's like, Godfrey.

To hear the same voice over and over, always, always, the same words eating

you every day, day after day.

No, of course you don't. You weren't there.

One bright, lovely day, they found the poor fellow.

He had no tongue.

Imagine the irony of it, Godspeed.

Oh, I know, I was called in to examine the poor wretch.

A beautiful piece of surgery, if I do say so myself.

Beautiful.

Time, 21 .37.

Temperature of atomic capsule, 7 degrees centigrade.

Radiation, nil.

I am now starting up the atomic steam generator.

That's not the type.

Temperature, 52 degrees.

Like the Buller at 3 .66.

Experiment proceeding is bad.

Time, 2203.

All radiation off.

Zero on Geiger -Muller dial.

Me? Who do you think?

It's rather late.

I know, and I'm standing in a draft, honey. Come on, open up.

You'd better go.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Carolyn.

Please go.

Shooter.

Shooter.

Shooter, can you hear me?

Shooter.

Shooter.

I'm talking to you. I'm speaking to you. Shooter.

Shooter.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

You understand me?

I see you do.

Shooter, raise your left arm.

Now your right arm, shooter.

You understand me, don't you, shooter?

Good, good.

Yours is not the brain that I would have chosen, but at least you are obedient.

Now, we must get eyes for you, mustn't we, Shooter?

I have none to give you, but we will get you some.

You understand me, do you?

Me? Do I get to come in?

Are you all alone?

Not quite.

What are you writing?

Just some revisions for the boss.

I press your lips to mine and suddenly it's a summer night.

What chance do I have while you're working for him?

You know, to me that is strictly dialogue.

I wish I believed that.

I wish I did, too.

Do you think maybe you could go for me if you ever doused that torch you're

carrying for Roe?

I guess so.

Sure, why not?

I press your lips to mine and suddenly it's toothpaste.

You just can't forget them for a minute, can you?

Oh, I'm crazy about you, Judy. Look, we tried all this before and it didn't

work, remember?

It takes practice.

Well, it's getting late, and I would like to practice my shutout. You aren't

going to kick me out, are you? I don't kick. I try to be a lady.

If I ever get Roe out of my hair, I'll let you know.

I'll let everybody know.

Oh, let's talk this over.

Not now. On your way. One more thing.

Save it.

Oh, Judy.

Let me stay. Cross the hall. Your room.

Please. Now, please, be a good little boy and run off to bed.

Shh, don't make so much noise. You want to wake everybody up?

Don't be mad at me.

We forgot something.

Good night, Mike.

Oh, please, Judy, open the door. If you don't shut up and go to bed, I'm going

to be very angry and I'll never let you in my room.

Oh, Judy.

shooter. I sent you for Roe.

Now you have no eyes. This poor girl is dead.

We are both in great danger.

This is my alimony check, sent on by her New York attorneys.

It's got to be mighty serious for her to go off and leave this.

All right, I did go to her room last night. I tried to talk her out of

that torch for you.

I tried to talk her into giving me some time.

Maybe I talked too much. Maybe that torch got too hot to hold.

Or maybe she took off to get away from both of us. How do I know?

Either way, I feel awful.

You feel awful.

I'm trying to find my ex -wife, Baron. Do you know anything about her?

Oh, the four -eyed Judy?

Well, I know that she is beautiful and charming. What else does one need to

about any woman?

Seriously, no, I have not seen her since last night.

Perhaps I should ask Hans if he can tell us anything.

Skip it, Baron.

Cheer up, Mike. Take it from a man who knows. After she's parted long enough,

she'll be back.

The worst thing you could possibly do is go chasing after her.

Morgan's been lining up shots for tomorrow. He said I'd photograph

in that old apple tree up on the hill.

I'm sure you would look charming anywhere, my dear. But I feel that I

warn you. They say the tree has a curse on it.

And anyone who sits in it will hang from it by nightfall.

I don't think I'd care for that.

Never mind the apple tree. What I need for a background is something bright,

shiny, modern.

Something new for a change.

That atomic reactor of yours, how's it working?

I should say an unqualified success.

Where do you keep it?

It is installed in my laboratory.

That's it. A modern laboratory.

We'll do the prologue there, then we'll go in for the rest of the picture in

retrospect. Let's go. I want to see it.

Gottfried, is the laboratory included in the contract with Mr. Rowe? It is not.

Then you cannot use it.

Whatever the difference, Baron, I'll be glad to pay it. You do not understand.

My laboratory is filled with the latest scientific equipment of my own

invention. I would not dream of exposing it to television until I have it

patented. You don't need to worry about that. Morgan will take care of your

little secrets, won't you, Morgan?

Yeah, sure. I'll shoot around him.

Again, you do not understand. The answer was no.

I have no intention of reconsidering.

You and Carol go down and check the vaults.

Come upstairs.

I got a new fish I want to cry on.

I'll bring it up a little, huh?

A little higher.

Yeah, that's okay.

Okay. According to my Hooper rating, it's perfect.

Yeah, sure.

Come on, let's try one more shot. You back up in there.

Look, back up there.

I want you to get back there. That's it. Turn around.

Keep backing up.

Backing up. Right. Keep going.

Easy there, will you?

Back up. Go ahead. Go all the way around now.

Outside. I want you to make a clean entrance. All the way out.

It's dark in here.

Doll, it's the idea.

I want you to come into the light from the dark.

Back up.

Get your hand out of there.

Okay, now make it clean in.

Uh -huh. Now walk towards me.

Like this?

Yeah, that's real crease.

Uh -huh, fine. Okay, stop there.

That's fine, doll. Let's try it once more and stay a little more to camera

huh? Okay, back up now.

That's it. Keep back. Watch out for that step. That's it.

Now, go, doll. You know where you are. Go always back.

That's right.

Out, out, outside.

Get your hand out. Get your shot out there.

Fine. Okay, now. Fine.

That's... Uh -huh.

That's slow.

That's slow. Ah, that's it.

Perfect. Oh.

Thanks, darling.

You coming?

No, I think I'll stick around here.

Line up. Give me my shots. Okay.

Huh? Huh?

One of those relatively rare persons with A -type blood.

Under the circumstances, any attempt at transplantation is out of the question.

And you say, Mr. Rowe, your cameraman has been missing since yesterday and

secretary since the day before.

You wish the police to find him. That is so, is it not? That's right.

Are you sure they had no reason for leaving?

Well, the Fraulein Judy was married to Mr. Rowe at one time.

One might say that she was emotionally disturbed.

Yes, of course, and the cameraman?

Well, he said something to me about going into Frankfurt for a special lens

he needed.

Thank you, Herr Bjorn. Now you see how simple it is.

No, I don't see how simple it is.

Two people are missing, and I want to know why they haven't come back.

Mr. Rowe, I imagine, would have a suspect foul play.

How do you know he isn't right?

I left Morgan downstairs in the vaults, and I never saw him come up again.

Perhaps the Fraulein would feel better if I took a look down there. The Herr

Baron permits.

Let me show you the way.

There you are, Inspector.

Search to your heart's content.

see the meaning of the search. It is irreverent, disturbing the sleep of the

dead. I'm sorry, Herr Bauer. My dear inspector, you must make allowances for

these show people. They live in a world of fanciful dreams.

Hidden doors, sliding panels, even sudden disappearances.

The nonsense of things that don't exist.

A world of make -believe.

Exactly what I said to myself, Herr Bauer. They will stop at nothing at all

get their names in the newspapers.

They might even go so far as to disappear.

Eh? Now, get this straight. This is no publicity gag.

I've been reading stories about Baron Frankenstein's monster coming to life

carrying people off.

Well, they didn't get them from me, did they, Mike?

No, Chief. It came from me.

Ah. So it was you and your people who set these stories afoot.

Gottfried, come with me. I wish to prefer legal charges against this man.

Baron Frankenstein is not one to forgive a thing like that. Nor is the law.

I shall make careful inquiries, Mr. Rowe. If it turns out you have made

statements, you will find the penalties quite severe.

It's so nice to have a policeman along in this dark old place.

Permit me to offer you my arm, Fraulein. Oh, thank you.

Another disappearance, Victor.

Too bad.

First shooter?

Then to Freulein.

And now this cameraman.

As you say, it is too bad.

Dear old friend.

Are you implying that I have done something to harm them?

That's the trouble with an old friend.

He can always tell when you're lying.

What a wonderful commandant you would have made.

Always suspecting people, prying, asking questions.

You really want to know what became of Shooter? And the other two.

What can I do?

You force me to satisfy this inordinate curiosity of yours.

It would be a welcome change.

I really wish to know where my scientific aspirations have led me.

Yes, I have a great expectation.

God, please.

I will satisfy your desires.

Someone to confide in.

I will share my secret with you.

It may take great courage to face it, my friend.

I have a stout heart.

Victor, I'm puzzled.

Can I trust you, I wonder?

You have trusted me this far.

So I have.

All right, then.

Stay where you are.

There's got to be something down here.

I told you we'd find something if we looked long enough.

Come on. I'm going to take this to Inspector Red. You stick around and take

of Carol.

Good evening.

Good evening, Frodo.

Good evening, Baron.

Excuse me, I was just on my way up to bed.

Where is Mr. Rowe?

Upstairs. He's working. He'll work himself to death one of these days.

He ain't been bothered, Baron.

Oh, then I won't disturb... Oh, I see you're interested in rare old books.

Let me show you a real gem.

A very old edition.

The subject is anatomy. Look at that binding.

Must be worth a fortune.

You realize that?

Then you're just the man to appreciate my collection of rare old coins. Let me

show them to you.

Ah, yes, there.

You see that coin?

That is insured for $10 ,000.

See how it seems to gather the light and draw the eye?

Yeah.

great repose from these things of age and beauty.

They soothe one and seem to induce sleep.

Sleep.

Close your eyes, my friend.

Where is Roe?

He went to the police.

Now listen carefully.

When the clock strikes the quarter, you will knock on the Fraulein Caroline's

door and tell her that Roe has returned and is waiting for her downstairs here.

You understand?

He's waiting here.

Good.

Now I will count three.

At the count of three, you will wake up and remember nothing.

One, two, three.

Ten thousand dollars.

What do you know? Yes, beautiful, isn't it?

Ah, this castle is filled with rare old treasures. Feel free to browse, my

friend. Thank you very much.

A pleasant good evening to you.

Good night.

I tell you, Inspector, this is not all.

You, August, tell the Inspector what you told me. You got the only taxi cab in

town, is that right?

Yeah. Did you ever take this lady from the castle to the station?

No, man, hell. How about this man?

No, man, hell. And you, you hang around the station all the time.

You see everybody that comes to and from town, is that right?

Did you ever see those two people before?

Only when they first came here.

If they haven't left town, it stands to reason they're still in the castle,

doesn't it?

Yes, that's a logical assumption.

Well, Frankenstein says they're not.

I'll ask the Baron for an explanation tomorrow.

Inspector, do me a favor. Ask him tonight, will you please?

Who is it?

Mike.

Isn't Ro back yet?

He's downstairs.

So glad.

He's waiting for you.

All right, shooter.

Bring her down here.

Shoot her.

Do as I tell you. Bring her down here.

Shoot her.

Upstairs, shoot her.

Shoot her. Down here, shoot her. Bring her down here. Upstairs, shoot her.

Kill her.

Up there, Mike.

Down here, shoot her. Bring her down here.

I'm sorry.

Back, I say, back!

Shoot him! No!

I made you in my image so the name of Frankenstein could survive.

I gave you eyes, ears, a heart, a brain.