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Knock knock.

Who's there?

It's me.

Mary Shelley, author of Frankenstein.

I know everyone loves it, but, darlings, that wasn't half of it.

What I wanted to write, what I needed to say,

I couldn't.

I couldn't even think it.

I got a cancer of the brain and I couldn't write at all, so I died.

Immediately I awoke to find myself here.

Wherever the fuck here is.

And here I've stayed for centuries, trying to find some way to get this

this dream, this story out of my head.

Darling, something is cracking.

The words are beginning to come.

Is it a ghost story?

A horror story?

Almost frightening of all.

A love story.

It begins with her.

Ida. Yes, I'll call her Ida for now, till she finds her own name.

She's trying to be good, trying to be quiet.

She's in hell.

Darlings, look, look, something's cracking inside her, too.

And in that crack, I suppose I could slip in a possession.

Two minds instead of one.

Yes, I think that may be the only way to get this monstrous story told.

Here comes the motherfucking bride!

You know what it takes to open up a tight little oyster?

A little muscle.

Thank you so much. You're welcome.

You're so welcome.

Oh, where'd it go?

Meow. Come here.

Come here.

Get it in my mouth.

Good girl.

That's what I'm talking about. That is what I'm talking about.

My bucket.

Save some for me, huh?

Deplicity. Cunning.

Cunning fox.

Thraud! She's safe. I have no idea.

Darling, wake up.

Mabel, is she okay?

What's the problem?

I just... I don't know.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I don't know what's going on.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

Oh, gee, good. All right.

You, sir.

You'd fuck a man if he'd have you. You do an English accent. No shame in that.

learned that in the graveyard.

My husband, Percy, was always fondling keeps, but I had his heart in my writing

table, wrapped in a shroud, and believe me, I know what made it.

There's your real monster.

Watch your tongues around this one, ladies.

Baby, baby, come down.

I'm the canary.

Gagged for decades.

But the dead know all the dirty stories.

frothing, feeling itchy, confused and satiric, loaded and bounding, which is

quite hard to bear, as you can imagine. Be in my bonnet.

Enough.

Enough. Enough.

Yeah, fair enough. It was, I mean, be in my bonnet.

Pathetic, convention, par, want.

Won't you hit me again? I don't know.

Gentlemen, I'm full to brimming. What I mean to say is that there is a pearl in

my oyster. The thumb side of gold. Yeah, that's good.

I don't...

It appears by the columns. Does it get bigger when it's eager?

James, don't you see? She's possessed.

Oh, get a doctor.

My mouth.

My mouth. My work.

Labour. Work.

Thin, fatless, spindly, spindly gaunt. Take, for example, Recollections of

Italy. You ought to find a point in it.

Narrative of a tour around the Lake of Geneva. But then I know, yes, I know, of

course, there is my tome of horror.

Frankenstein.

A paucity, a poverty, crumbs from a stifled mind.

And they are gobbled, gulped, scoffed, woofed.

Who are you?

What is this?

What is this?

Who are you?

Darlings, be warned.

The sequel is coming.

Disobedient, ungovernable everything.

Everything will change.

I have a lot more to say.

Are you ready?

I don't. You're scaring me.

Frankenstein frightened you.

My next story will make you stand up and yell.

Yeah.

Could you kindly direct me to Griffiths? I'll deal with him.

May

I

help you?

Yes.

I'm here to see the doctor.

Euphronus, it's a matter of some urgency.

My name is Frankenstein, ma 'am. My father's name.

Would you please remove your hat?

Yes, of course. Excuse me.

Where were you born, Mr. Frankenstein?

Born.

Created.

Reinvigorated.

Ingolstadt.

Around 1820.

1819.

It's 1936, sir.

That would make you well over 100 years old. That's true.

I don't know how to explain that.

Would you please remove your cravat?

Oh, I'd really rather not.

Why is that?

I'm sorry. I don't mean to frighten you. I'd like to run a few tests.

Please, would it be possible, excuse me, ma 'am, to have an audience with the

doctor? Which doctor?

Dr. Euphronius, author of Event Horizon and the Birth of Singularity, and also

the Art of Re -Infiguration, the books. I wrote quite a few times.

I have never received a response.

I'm the Phronius, darling.

Cornelia.

You see, I publish with just the C. It's simpler.

Oh.

Lovely to meet you, Mr. Frankenstein.

Oh.

I apologize for the smell.

Shh. Breathe.

Hold it.

I've read all of your work on invigorations. It's brilliant.

What you've done with field mice and moles.

And cats.

Really?

Unpublished.

I ripped them out.

I have my subscriber deal called to me.

Oh.

Oh.

Is that painful?

I'm thrilled you found me.

I'd like to invite you to stay here at the Institute for observation.

For observation?

Yes.

I'd not really why I came.

Why did you come?

I'm looking for an intercourse.

An intercourse? Yeah.

Mm -hmm. I don't know how much you have read about me.

Oh, please, I've read exhaustively about Dr. Frankenstein's early work and his

monster.

His monster?

I'm sorry, is that inaccurate?

Doctor.

There is a whole garden of pleasures which I have not yet had

the honor of experiencing.

Are you referring to carnal pleasures?

Among other things.

A relationship.

A communion.

A conjugal relationship.

How exactly can I help you with that?

I don't run a mail order catalog for fallen women.

Of course not.

But... Oh, are you asking me to

create?

To... Reinvigorate.

A bride for you?

Yes.

From the body of a dead woman?

I don't mean to be disrespectful.

Is this about sex, Frank? Because I'm sure there are easier ways of getting

Greta, I'm with a patient.

Doctor,

this is about loneliness.

Do you have any experience with it?

For me, it's happening.

Stay here at the Institute.

I'm curious.

Good grief.

You again.

It's a minor miracle you didn't poke my eye out. Moxie moron.

Excuse me.

That's awful good. Another one. You and poor health or some kind of idiot

savant. How many was that now?

You're some kind of genius.

You are properly ridiculous. And you're killing me. Now, this may go over like a

lead balloon, but here goes.

I'm flying high, but I got a feeling I'm falling.

Fall for nobody else but you.

We used to travel single. Oh, we had to mingle.

This is not going to work, Frank.

What? We're going to go digging up bodies in Potter's Field?

I mean, obviously, a medical cadaver is not an option.

And I really don't understand the idea behind using pieces from many different

dead bodies. What was the thinking there? And sewing them together, it's

grotesque. Dr.

Frankenstein's got some sort of fetish. I think that he was trying to create

something beautiful.

Well, that's ironic.

I apologize.

And even if we had one complete cadaver, what?

We're going to find you a plucky redhead?

We're going to find you a dead plucky redhead for a tryst. Tall, perky

Put in your request now.

Maybe I should make one for myself.

A gorgeous husband with a huge intellect. This is an emergency!

SOS! Fire!

Fuck!

I'm so sorry.

I've been way too long without company.

Give me a break, Frank.

Everyone's lonely.

When we shook hands yesterday, for me, that was the first time ever.

Oh.

How was it?

It was extraordinary.

You're welcome to stay on for observation.

No, I'm not going to put you out on the street. Stay a few days. I'll take good

care of you, obviously.

Please help me.

Well, what if she's monstrous or not what you want?

I will love her.

Scientifically, ethically, there's just a thousand things that can go terribly

wrong.

This is insane.

I thought you were a mad scientist.

Are you curious?

Just leave it.

Get her clothes off.

We're using the stellar remnant model of harnessing electricity from the street

light.

And we're going to need to back up the voltage and short it so we get a massive

amperage.

Lights go out at about five. We need to access the aorta and the solar plexus.

Go. Don't have much time.

I need the left -facing electroner. And we will oppose gravity reaction with

neutron degeneracy and short -range repulsive neutron interaction.

Assuming away particle duality, we'll need to asymptotically approach the

electron density.

And I'm not sure what that would do to the graphing, but...

Oh, she's too beautiful.

Oh.

You're right, Frank.

She is beautiful.

I think it might be better to stop now and start again tomorrow.

Oh.

Yes. Doctor, is everything okay in there?

Yes, yes. Everything's fine. Don't worry.

Doctor. Are you all right? Yes.

I thought I heard a recruiter. Everything's fine.

Not to worry. Are you against jail?

I can't keep a dead body sitting in my office.

This is it, Frank.

It's now or never.

Initiating the IV.

Electricity on three.

Frank?

Frank! Oh,

my nerves.

Sorry. My nerves.

Take a breath.

It's your life.

It's your life.

Roar!

Helpmate.

Helpmeet. Lady.

Wife.

Jesus.

Jesus.

Were we a bit wild with the absence last night?

Like a sick, dirty pool.

Attention!

I think I better get myself home.

Yeah. Okay.

Where do you live?

I've... I've got a cousin, McBride.

Hmm. Yes. Ring a bell.

Ring my bell.

My blare. My blast.

My yowl.

Ooh.

I'll be all right.

I just need a good breakfast.

Yep,

breezy child's leg.

Dark soup.

Dark soup.

Here, here.

Let your hands off.

I'm very sorry.

May I have a look at that leg?

I'm a doctor.

Nothing to be frightened of. I've heard that before.

It doesn't hurt?

No, it's not bad.

What? Fight, fade, burn, save.

Cramp, fester, pinch, pound. Incredible.

Sorry.

I can't put the pieces together here.

I've got nothing.

It looks to me as though you had some kind of an

accident.

An accident?

Why don't you rest here tonight, please?

It's late. I would be more than happy to share my bed.

An accident, huh?

Let's have a look at this leg.

Frank, just give us a little privacy.

Get out of here.

This doesn't hurt you, this leg.

What's the matter with him?

Who? The man.

Frank. I mean, it's fake.

It's fake.

Well, I thought that's what you meant.

No.

Why'd you lock the door?

Does bride mean married?

Um, no, it means you're getting married.

To him?

Frank. Yes. Well, frankly, no.

I don't remember him.

Is that from the accident?

He's not so bad.

Not so bad?

No.

Well, why don't you marry him?

Mate. Mate. Breed. Breeder. Groom.

Mary. Mary?

Mary who?

Mary, mother's given name, plus Wilson Craft, grandfather's name, plus Godwin

father's name, plus Shelley husband's name.

Mary Shelley.

Ring a bell?

Mary Shelley.

I know that voice.

Yes, darling.

You're my monster.

Well, what's my name?

I can't remember.

Well, that's exactly what we're going to have to sort out.

Do you know him?

Can you tell me?

I'm sorry.

Oh, damn it.

Can I take a look?

I'm Frank.

Oh, fuck off, Frank.

God.

You let me see.

How did you get in here?

She locked the door. The window.

What's Thoram mate?

Ship mate?

Help mate?

Stale mate?

Amalgamate? Imitate? Decimate?

Transubstantiate? Excuse me.

Sabrimate? Consumate? Checkmate?

You have an amazing vocabulary.

Oh.

Well, what happened here?

I see the crystalloid solution has stained your skin.

Didn't anticipate that.

So I'd love to run some tests today.

I'm excited.

I would prefer not to.

Oh. Are you starting to recognize things a little? Get your feet on the ground

after the accident?

Well, try your eggs. Have some toast and jam.

Delicious.

No, I would prefer not to.

Um, we could...

Look together at getting you some new clothes. That might be fun.

I would prefer not to.

Is that Elliot Hawthorne Bartleby?

Oh.

Well, we seem to have invigorated a very well -read monster here, Frank. Quoting

Hawthorne at the breakfast table. Hawthorne, are you speaking for the

girl?

Oh.

No, no.

Melville, darling.

Ah. Melville, I've laid out a very beautiful breakfast for you. I'm not

what the problem is here.

Have I upset you somehow?

A lifetime of lady lying.

It's the scarcity.

And deprivation makes a hungry cunt ache, call it crave.

I would prefer not to. Well, what would you like to do then?

I would like...

You'd unlock the fucking door because I would like to go outside.

I'm pretty sure I don't live here, lady.

Let me out.

No, I'm afraid that's impossible.

Remarkable.

Believe it or not, he had polio as a boy.

And they didn't know if he would be able to walk.

Still, one of his legs is shorter than the other.

They have special shoes made so his feet are even when he's dancing.

Is

that

the king?

What?

One leg shorter than the other?

Right up my alley.

Alley cat, hot trot, hell for leather.

What?

since love looked up at me.

Bitter was my cup, but no more will I be the mourner, for I've

certainly turned a corner.

What's there that gave you those tatters?

You like that, sister?

You want another?

I better not.

That's my wife.

Oh yeah? You can't keep the table all night.

Sounds like stripping, violence, fuck like a jackhammer, violence.

Good night, gentlemen.

Sorry. Sorry, man. Come on.

You don't want to play?

Come on.

Big man doesn't want to play.

Come on.

Nothing? It's okay. Don't worry about it.

Sorry. Sorry, big man.

I want to play.

I DON'T TOUCH DRINK I MIGHT VIOLATE

Want to get caught up with me?

People love a monster.

There is going to be a mob.

Really.

I've been through this before.

It is terrible.

Go. Go. Get out of here. Go home.

It's me, Mary.

Mary who?

Mary who?

Aren't you going to marry Frankenstein?

I can't remember my name.

Martha. Winifred.

Constance. Jane.

Bride of King Kong.

Oh, Queen Kong.

Mrs. Jekyll. Mrs.

Hyde. Mrs. Bride of Frankenstein.

It's not quite right, is it?

I can't breathe.

You're being smothered. We all are.

Brain fog.

Brain dead.

Pray for a brain attack.

Find your name, girl.

Resistance to tyranny is obedience to God.

My name.

It's my name. Tell me my name.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

his hands off.

There's no hair in here.

Oh, I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't breathe. It was like I was buried alive.

I've had that dream.

You're okay.

What happened?

You don't remember?

I don't know.

Come,

come, come, come, come.

Huh? What is this? Come! Is this for us?

I said he pulled it out and pissed on my body. Oh, get out of here.

I wish I would have seen that.

What is

that?

Huh?

Ronnie Reed?

Well, it was wonderful black hair, soulful eyes, enough to make any young

adore him.

I don't remember.

No.

What kind of talk you started eyeshining to?

Before the accident, I can't... I can't quite remember.

Dietrich.

Dietrich?

Dietrich.

Marlene Dietrich. Yeah.

Don't you find respectable people terribly...

Falling in love again.

Oh, button up your britches, girl. Never wanted to. Now, what am I to do? I

can't help it.

How can men cluster to me like moths around

the flame while greyhounds... Gunshot!

And if they're in there, I know I'm not to blame.

Okay, okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. I don't want any trouble.

I don't want any trouble.

Okay.

Put your hands in the air.

Put them up. Come on.

I'm surrendering.

Oh, God, save me.

Devil, be good!

Can't the kids think of anything new these days? This apricot, fantastic.

You got any witnesses?

Only about 150 people.

Oh, great.

Also, a movie theater owner, he says a guy who fits the description kept coming

in to see the same Ronnie Reed picture over and over again.

Which one? The dubious detective.

Well, there's no accounting for taste. I'll say.

He's got a girl with him. Thought you'd like that.

Apparently she was mouthing off about Vito Lupino.

The mob boss.

Yeah.

He's got a busted leg.

Looks like it.

We'll have this wrapped up in 24 hours.

Oh, it's a strange time for a bath, Frank.

Honey!

Frankenstein. Frankenstein?

Frankenstein. Oh.

You German?

Swiss.

His bride.

That's what they call me in the paper.

What's my name?

I can't remember.

Ginger.

Ginger?

I'm just kidding.

Penelope.

Penelope?

Penelope what?

Rogers.

I'm gonna help you out.

I like the photo.

His bride.

Frankenstein. It's gonna help be Frankenstein.

It's got a ring to it.

Wanna fuck?

Might make it easier to sleep.

Maybe this will jog my memory.

No, thank you.

No, thank you.

Jesus, he's trying to be friendly.

I'm sorry.

I don't see what a dead body in Indiana has got to do with a couple of monster

murderers in Chicago.

I've got a hunch.

Beloit?

Nope. Wiles. Detective Wiles.

The name I was given was Malloy from Chicago.

I am Malloy. Mirna Malloy.

Nice to meet you.

Sorry. We just have a couple questions for you.

Is the lady detective?

Well, detective technically no, but... She's my secretary.

Case seemed like a slam dunk, so I figured why not give her a shot.

It's your first time?

That's no question for a lady.

Well, you're welcome to have a look around, but I'm pretty sure this ain't

to have anything to do with your case in Chicago.

Based on what, Sheriff?

Well, nobody seems to have seen anyone fix the description that we've been

given. Figure that.

Never touch them.

I love one. Thanks.

I love one. Thank you very much. And it wouldn't be very easy to miss those two

from the look of it. Smart man.

Yeah. You want to take some notes?

No. No pen.

Oh, those two didn't have anything to do with this one.

But give the lady and the monster?

They'd be pretty hard to miss. That's pretty funny out here in Indiana.

Let me ask you, this girl, anybody got an idea for her?

Sounds like she got hit with the ugly stick.

Right.

We're looking for each other. Yeah.

Seriously, we got an idea who she is.

You know, smoking actually kills the appetite.

Are you watching your figure?

I hate it when you do that.

What's that?

Your asshole act.

It's not funny.

I think it's hilarious.

It's how I get some of my best information.

You do the detective work.

I produce the sheriffs.

I'm your gal, right?

Well, what are you thinking?

You got a hunch?

I found it out in the field while you were flirting with that cute sheriff.

Where are you going?

Wherever that train is headed. New York.

I got us tickets on the 1103.

I wonder what Ronnie Reed picture is playing in New York these days.

Can I help you, Rogers?

I don't like ginger, Rogers.

Yeah, I get it.

What was it fucking like before the accident?

That good, huh?

Vocatic.

Big bang.

Son.

of this world.

You think he's okay?

That man from the train?

I think he's fine.

Yeah.

You all right?

My nerves sometimes... It's hard to get a good breath in.

My clipping... was right here. Oh, God.

Do you mind if we go to the movies?

And Carnegie is definitely better than Langer's, but is it great?

I mean, the shrine in Sightown is pretty good, too.

Good example.

Thank you. What's that smell?

Braco.

It's great.

My favorite.

Really?

Wow.

of all this second city bullshit you're not hungry dude we have detected frank

we already saw that one come on let's get this one out no no no

they are not men with this they are dead bodies

Thank you.

Monsters turn you on, Eddie. Oh, my God.

Down, boy!

Fuck! Fuck.

She said no, Eddie.

Of course, you can fuck them if you want, lady. I seem to remember it can be

very nice. Much nicer with a wet pussy, Eddie. Promise.

Monsters.

They're monsters!

They're the...

over this one.

You're a genius.

You have to call me Penny.

Penny? Yeah, you know, I for sure like Penny Pinscher, Penny Wise, Pretty

Penelope, and the whole ladies. I did. I called you.

It's also, you know, it's also sad.

Low quality, sad and highbrow. I don't know what to do, but I know that you are

the one.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir.

Oh, Ronnie.

Mr. Reeve. Yes.

Oh, my.

My. God.

It's you.

It's me.

It's in Manchester in 1917.

All right. In the, uh, in the vaudeville days.

The shoes, it's true.

They are like works of art.

1917.

You smiled at me.

Uh, you were radiant.

I still have the ticket.

Well, thank you. You'll be glad to know.

That I'm not alone anymore.

Thank you.

I'm sorry. I credit you.

And you alone with my survival.

I'm so sorry, honey, but you're really not my type.

I don't know. I don't know.

Definitely a sort of aroma now.

I'm always busting up.

Doesn't matter what I do.

Amnesia, huh?

No problem. I've got brains.

Plenty of brains inside this firecracker.

She's the brains behind that operation.

This is a brain attack.

Let him go.

Get on your fucking knees.

Please, please.

Please don't hurt me. Please. I'm sorry.

What are you sorry for?

Did you do something wrong?

Something you thought you might get away with?

Pressure, hurt, harm, injury.

Beating, belting, bludgeoning, clubbing, something, niggling, huh?

Some little violence.

Breaking, breaking!

Read all about it! I've got all the stories.

It's a real...

cop shop in here.

You don't want a tip?

Lupino's paying off the commissioner.

Mr. Vito Lupino, the mob boss, murderer of women.

Elsie, Lucy, May, Ray, all found dead with their

tongues cut out.

Well, you know what they say.

Silence is golden.

I'm singing for my supper.

Let me just put the guns down. I'll tell you all about it.

I'm tired of you. Get over here.

What? Clutching your pearls?

You shoot whoever you want.

You cheated and you won. The dead are angry.

Scared?

What did you do?

Yeah, you, sir.

And you?

What did you do?

Yeah, no one saw you push her head down.

Mrs. Alice?

Thompson, dead at 30.

Here, present.

You left her crying in the bedroom.

She ripped a slip on the way out, crazy cunt.

Providence Hagen, that old saggy wife, dead. Here,

Frances McBurns, hungry, dead.

I can hear them.

Here, here, here.

Silenced, stifled, snuffed. The dead have got something to say.

And I'm saying it.

Critical mass, the corrupt are going to see. Life is here and it's coming to you

from the monsters.

Hold it.

Who are you? Hank, what have I done?

That cop, he looked so surprised.

My God, I know.

It is fucking terrible, I know.

There's nothing left to do now.

Come on out.

We got two rooms over here. Check them.

Can't do much food. And can't do all of me.

Penthouses of Park Avenue to the root cellars of rural Maine.

Revolution is afoot.

Spurred on by a nameless monster outlaw, women everywhere have been painting

their faces and taking to the streets.

Brain attack is their strange and alluring war cry.

The family, Clyde. And that's good.

Yes, Mr. Lupino. Thank you.

They're good.

And I hear you got a nice side dish, too.

Ah, tasty.

Not so much anymore, sir. It's a lot at home with the baby, so I can't really

find the time. Come on, Clyde. It's not just the baby that needs a nice titty to

suck on now and then, huh?

That's when you are getting your dick sucked.

Ha, baby face.

I get a little nervous when a mole is talking about singing for her supper.

Canary talk and the like.

Invoking my name before a bloodbath.

That's important.

She knows a lot more than she should.

She was always alive while this one.

The commissioner will tell you where he's telling them.

Take care of it.

Sir, we took care of it.

It doesn't look taken care of to me.

Eat it.

all taken care of. Nothing to worry about, boss.

We put her in a hole.

What's the baby's name, Clyde? Oh, the baby?

It's Frank, sir. It's Franklin.

Oh, good name.

Clyde, cut her tongue out.

I like it as a souvenir.

Oh.

Thank you, sir.

And send my love to your lovely wife, Annette.

Wow, wow, Annette, huh?

16 copycat murders in two weeks and the feds want to pin them all on her.

They're just frothing at the fucking mouth. 17.

The only one they have on her is the topic criterion and that was self

It's no question. Self -defense?

She was pointing her gun at a police officer. She wasn't trying to kill

She was just talking. She was talking.

You disrupt the status quo and they are fucking on you.

Wow. Are you thinking of joining the movement?

The whole world is on fire over a lady criminal. It's turning them on. Imagine

if they got this excited over a lady astronaut or a lady brain surgeon.

Or a lady detective.

Or a lady detective.

Oh, yeah.

Touché.

They were spotted last night at a county fair just outside Fredonia, New York.

It's about four hours from here.

She looked right at you at that party.

You having another hunch?

Like you were old friends.

You know, a lot of ladies look at me like that.

You know, I'm sorry I haven't met yet.

I know.

Keep your head in the game, detective.

I'm good. Hey, I'm great.

Muy bien.

Where are we headed next?

Granger Woods is in New York, but I have another idea.

Of course you do.

Harvest Honeymoon, MGM, 1931.

Louisville, Kentucky.

Warren, Ohio.

The Singing Soldier, that's an early one, 1927, when he had a brief contract

with 20th Century Pictures.

Then we have Heartbreak Holiday, 1931, Kansas City.

Kansas City, Kansas or Kansas City, Missouri?

Kansas. Kansas?

Every single town they've hit over the last two weeks has something to do with

Ronnie Reed picture.

Now they've been spotted upstate.

What does it mean?

They gotta be headed to Niagara Falls.

What?

The third gun wedding, 1929.

MGM. Huge hit.

They even made a sequel in 1933.

Well, how was it?

Awful. Horrible.

You were one hell of a secretary.

Jake? Yeah?

If we get them, I want my name on this one.

Well, that is not up to me.

But you know that.

You've been?

Only in the movies.

That is the most romantic proposal in Hollywood history.

Shotgun wedding.

Was ours romantic?

No, I can't remember.

Our proposal?

It was sublime.

Sublime. Tell me. Oh, my God, we've been driving.

I was driving.

Always, always. And you were sulking and moody. I didn't know why I was trying

to make you laugh. You wouldn't fudge.

Nothing. No dirty jokes.

Nothing. And then you turned to me and you said, I sure do want to get married,

kid.

And I reached inside my jacket where I've been keeping a ring.

Police. The big ruby? The big ruby.

Yeah. And you were saying, no, no, no, no, no, because you were crying. You

didn't want it to be like that. But I said, do not say no. No kidding. Don't

no.

Pretty pain.

And then I said yes.

That's usually how it goes.

And then what?

Then we had champagne and oysters.

Oysters? Yeah, oh, you were a fiend for oysters.

You couldn't get enough of lobster, you don't remember?

We went to that little place by the sea.

Well, what happened to the ring?

Oh, we had to own it to pay for the fucking oysters.

Is everything okay?

What's happening?

Huh?

What do we do?

I don't know. He wants you to stop. Stop?

Yeah, he wants you to stop, stop, stop, stop.

Stopping!

Huh? What do we do?

Tell him I'm sick.

Hmm?

Be nice to him.

Be nice to him?

Hiya, ma 'am.

You have any idea how fast you were going?

No, sir.

So I can just put any number I want on the ticket then?

I'm just joking.

License and registration, please.

Do you know what you need to open up a tight little oyster?

What? A little muscle.

I'm just joking, too.

You got a dirty mouth.

I guess I do.

You okay?

Yeah, he's, uh, he's sick, my uncle.

Oh, sorry about that.

License, please.

You don't have your license?

No.

What's your name, ma 'am?

That's Ginger Rogers.

I'm just kidding.

Again.

Penelope Rogers.

Pretty Penny.

I'm gonna need to have you step out of the car.

Hands on the hood, please.

Ma 'am.

Ma 'am?

Do you like poetry?

Sure. There once was a countess of Bray.

And you may think it odd when I say that in spite of high station, rank, and

education, she always spelled cunt with a K.

Gotcha, didn't I?

Want another one?

Where's your fight, girl?

Where's your rage?

I thought you were a monster.

It was written, this body for sale.

And on her behind, for the sake of the blind.

How kind, how kind.

It was the same information.

In braille.

I've got another one. I would prefer not to. Just one more.

There once was a miner named Dave who kept a dead whore in a cave.

When asked, does she smell?

He replied, what the...

Someone

ought to cut your...

fucking tongue out.

No, thank you, Mr. Lupino.

The commissioner already told me.

Nothing to worry about.

Anybody in the market for a bride?

I think we should get a takeout at the Cinematown.

If they hit it, that would be their sixth film in two weeks.

Absolutely. I mean, who doesn't love a movie after a double homicide?

Are you hungry again? Should I get you something to eat? I think I'm just going

to go out.

I prefer walking a little fresher. Looks like green.

Yeah, let me check the movies.

Killing time.

I'm killing time.

I'm killing, killing time.

Please, Mary, please, can you stop? I can't take it anymore.

I'm so hungry.

Let me get a roast beef and a chop chop. I feel like I'm going to faint.

I agree.

Did I pull that man's tongue out?

I don't know.

Did I pull that man's tongue out? I don't know.

There was blood running down his chin.

That's too much, Mary.

I don't want this.

I don't want this.

No, I'm not.

No, I'm not.

Insurrection.

Mutiny.

Outbreak? Coup?

I'm revolting!

I'm revolting!

I'm revolting!

Frankie, was I just the same before the accident?

Huh?

Honey. Was I just the same before the accident?

You were just the same.

Just the same. Just the same, except I hadn't killed anybody. Ida!

Come on! Ida!

It's Jake. It's Detective Wiles. I want to help. Stop! Stop! Stop!

I know you didn't want any of this. Benny.

Ida. Benny.

Come on, come on.

Quiet, quiet!

Ida, I got you into this.

I'm... This is my fault.

And I'm next to him.

I know you.

Yes.

Ida.

I'm a fucking coward. Come on, Benny. And I'm so, so sorry.

Please.

Honey. Stay right there. Stop. Don't shoot. Stop.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

Stop. Stop.

Ida. Ida.

Ida.

I'd rather been called something else.

You don't know.

Either.

What was he so sorry about?

You fucked him?

You fucked him? I don't know. I don't remember.

You don't remember?

Was he so forgettable or was he one of a big crowd?

Or would you rather stay with your detectives, either?

Penny, please.

Don't make me laugh.

I would prefer not to.

I guess beggars can't be choosers, Frankenstein.

sandwich, extra cheese, extra bacon.

Thanks.

Sorry about your foot.

Today I aimed a little higher.

Are you in love with her?

Love's for the birds, Verna.

Are you okay? I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I thought you was dead.

I'm feeling pretty tired.

I'm going to have to shut my eyes for a minute, Frank.

Is that your name?

What is it?

Edwin?

Buck?

Freddy?

You lie about that too?

Say, where are you from, Eddie, huh?

Mexico?

The North Pole?

You're a fucking black hole.

She was part of the Lupino case.

Her and a bunch of other girls working as escorts, going out with top Wall

Street guys, gangsters, some of them.

She was drinking champagne and quietly collecting all the little details.

Just when we were about to get the guy, the girls were deep in.

They closed the case.

You know, when she heard it had been dropped, she came by my office.

It was late.

She was just a kid. She probably wasn't even 20, but the thing had really lit

her up. Lupina was running all sorts of awful shit.

She said she'd do anything to keep it from being dropped.

And it had lit me up, too.

So you slept with her?

So what? Yeah.

Did you get them to open their case back up?

No, it wasn't up to me.

But you tried.

Okay.

I see.

I think if I was going to get married, I'd like my mother to be there.

My dad, if he's around.

Ida.

No, I'm not.

Obliterated.

Is that how you like your women?

Yeah.

I think... I think this is it.

You just let me know where I can drop you.

Is the air good?

Another girl we're working with, she was something else. She was so damn

smart.

She got tagged.

And they found her. They found her tongue.

I'm just a crooked cop.

She's right. I'm bad news. I just do what they tell me.

Oh, Myrna.

I, uh... I already called the chief. I'm resigning on the condition I can choose

my replacement.

What is it?

It's nothing. It's nothing. It just knocked the wind out of me. She shot

the cop.

It's not that.

You're not breathing right.

It started when you said that you were leaving.

I'm sorry. You're not cut out for this. You can't go to the hospital.

No, not the hospital.

I know where you want to go, Frank.

Sir, we have a lead.

Looks like they stopped at a gas station outside of Garrett, Indiana.

Cream -colored Plymouth. Let's go. We have...

Myrna.

Don't let them kill her.

Don't smoke too much.

Absolutely.

Absolutely, Mr. Lupino. No more delay.

I got it. I got it.

Okay. I do not judge people, but when they look like somebody I know, I try to

remember. And there was a scar across his head, and this kid had a scar, the

same scar.

What type of scar was that? It was a trench scar. He had taken a bayonet to

head. How do you know?

I was in the trench with him. He took a bayonet to the head.

Excuse me, ma 'am.

Could you tell me where I can find a movie theater around here?

We'll be docking in Algiers in the morning.

Yes.

Sergei will be waiting for you.

Margot, are you?

Yes.

I think this belongs to you.

There's faith in your past.

I never said I wasn't, thanks.

Thanks isn't what I was looking for.

Could we have one last dance?

I'd like a souvenir, too.

That's a read.

No, I should hit the road.

I did.

There wasn't any accident.

Everything we did, we did it on purpose.

I never knew you.

I never knew your mother, your friends.

We never made love.

You never agreed to marry me.

We found you in a pauper's grave.

So beautiful.

And dead.

Dead?

Yeah.

I don't understand.

I was dying of loneliness, and I wasn't willing to survive. What did you

do, Frank?

We dug you up from the ground, and we brought you back to life.

Who did?

Euphronius, remember?

The lady with the keys in Chicago?

Dr. Euphronius.

She can do that? She's a genius.

What did you want with a dead girl?

I'm the same.

Born from the dead.

Reinfigurated. Isn't everybody?

I am a monster.

Yeah.

Don't lie.

I don't want to let you go.

I don't think that's my name anymore.

I thought you were my son. Yeah, a new name. Yes, yes, yes!

The bride.

fucking love it i don't want to obliterate you

it's your mind that i love the bride not

till death do us part i love you till the end of time because we were dead to

begin with i want you i want you i i want you

you feel me like I feel you?

I'm not anybody's bride.

I would prefer not to.

Who's there?

The bride.

The bride who?

Just the bride.

Yeah, that's good.

That's very good.

Not Ida. Not Pretty Penny.

The bride.

That's good.

That's who you are.

Oh, God.

Frank?

Oh, Frank.

We'll need the thermometric scale. There's going to be a Penrose radiation

emission.

Evaporation's already started.

Greta, please, the thermometer.

It's going to be okay, right?

Okay?

He's dead.

Yeah, but you're going to bring him back to life.

No.

Well, what are you doing?

I'm recording the radiation emission in scientific singularity. Doing my job.

It's been a few hours. I came straight here.

I'm not going to tell anyone.

I'll do it. I mean, show me. Show me how to do it. I can do everything.

That's impossible.

Doctor, you don't have to play dumb. You told me everything.

It's okay.

I didn't want this.

I didn't even want him. I was dead.

Dead.

That was it for me.

I was fine.

You, you did this.

You did this, doctor.

I haven't asked for anything.

Please.

Can you help me? Help me now, doctor, please.

Help.

Can somebody help me, please?

Can anybody help me?

to Washington full of rage.

Sadie McKibben's full of rage.

So much rage.

What about me?

Me too!

Me! Me too!

It's the dead end of revenge.

I just want so much.

You love him.

Till the end of time.

I had the romance of the century.

Well, the last century.

George.

My George.

He was...

Astonishing. No one would touch the work we were doing, so we experimented on

each other.

Relativity and simultaneity.

Time dilation ripples in the curvature of space -time. But it didn't work.

Maybe we went too far.

A hair's breadth and he was gone.

So I brought him back.

I knew how to, and I did it.

It was extraordinary.

No.

He didn't remember me.

He was off.

He was a little off.

He couldn't find his mind.

Broke his heart.

So... I... I had to put him down.

I'm a little off.

Maybe you should put me down.

We wanted to destroy what the scientists called a well -behaved geometry.

The point at which all known laws seek to be valid.

We wanted to see a disobedient geometry.

We wanted to know what it would look like.

Well, what does it look like?

Looks like you.

It's over.

Doctor.

Where is the sergeant? Ma 'am.

Sergeant.

We need this man outside protecting the perimeter.

There's been a lot of interest in this case, you know.

Let's let these ladies get dressed, and I'll take them to the station for

questioning.

Can we please clear this room so we don't lose any more evidence?

Excuse me, ma 'am. Who exactly am I taking orders from?

This is a crime scene.

It belongs to the detective now. Where's the detective?

You are looking at her.

Also, you might want to check out the young man climbing down the fire escape.

I have a few things I'd like to ask him.

Call it a hunch.

Give him a couple minutes.

All right, let's go.

I'll wait outside, Doctor.

And take as long as you need.

Never was there a tale so full of woe as that of Juliet and her Romeo.

I saw the movie.

Never was there a tale so fine as that of the

bride and her Frankenstein.

Doctor, we should sleep.

Greta? Yes, Doctor?

I would prefer not to.

I was working in the lab late one night when my eyes beheld an easy sight for

my mon -