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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 the 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.

Here I've stayed for centuries, trying to find

some way to get this tumour, 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.

But 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.

Ida and Mabel, give us a kiss.

Do it, do it, come on.

Show us how to do it, sweetheart.

I'm just trying to get my money's worth.

I just can't stand to see a woman

do a man's job.

You know what it takes to open up

a tight little oyster?

A little muscle.

Show them your boots.

These are my new boots.

Brand new.

That's what you get for being such a

good girl.

Come here, red boots.

Have an oyster, unnamed.

No, this thing's nothing for me.

I've got my own pussycat.

Oh, you can never have too many pussycats.

Come on.

Excuse me, can I get a yes, please?

I don't think Ida likes oysters.

Can I get a yes, please?

Yes, please.

Thank you so much.

Oh, you're welcome.

You're so welcome.

Oh, where'd it go?

Come here, come here.

It's only in my mouth.

Good girl.

That's what I'm talking about.

That is what I'm talking about.

Oh, my bucket.

Saves them for me, huh?

Duplicity.

Cunning.

Cunning foxiness.

Fraud.

What'd she say?

I have no idea.

Die.

Wake up.

Nate, was she okay?

What's the problem?

All right, I just...

Ida, are you okay?

Yeah, it was fine.

Oyster.

Stop sick in the ground with a mouth

full of dirt.

You've got to sit side saddle to avoid

ruining your prospects.

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.

I learned that in the graveyard.

My husband, Percy, was always fondly cute, but

I had his heart in my writing table,

wrapped in a shroud, and believe me, I

know what made it hot.

Oh, yes.

Daughter of a hot shot.

Bull tilt.

Cow for leather.

Oh, God, what's happening?

What the fuck are you doing, hand-jobbing

me with a tail?

You know, you could always say, I would

prefer not to.

Melville.

Brilliant.

Fucking brilliant.

Lupino, get right there.

Mr. Lupino.

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.

Anyone up for a song?

What, are you going to cut my tongue

out, too?

Are you the commissioner called Cry of the

Dead?

What the hell was that?

What, you just got some kind of death

wish, Ida?

Walking like that in front of Lupino?

I don't know what's happening.

What the fuck is going on?

Gentlemen, I have an unpleasant tingling sensation, frothing,

feeling itchy, confusing, satiric, loaded, abounding, which is

quite hard to bear, as you can imagine.

Be in my bonnet.

Enough.

Enough.

Yeah, fair enough.

It was, I mean, be in my bonnet.

Pathetic, convention, par, want.

Won't you hit me again with that one?

I didn't say that.

Gentlemen, I'm fall to brimming.

What I mean to say is that there

is a pearl in my oyster.

There's some kind of ghost.

Yeah, that's good.

Ida, step out of it.

Enough.

Wow.

My eyes are overawed.

Wow, you've got the kind of cock, looks

like a belly button, absolutely disappears behind the

collars, doesn't get bigger when it's eager.

James, don't you see?

She's possessed.

Go, get a doctor.

My mouth, my mouth.

My work, labor, work.

Thin, fatless, spindly, spindly, gaunt.

Take, for example, Recollections of Italy, ought to

define a point on 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, poverty, crumbs from a stifled mind,

and they are gobbled, gulped, scoffed, wolfed things.

Be warned, the sequel is coming.

Disobedient, ungovernable.

Everything will change.

I have a lot more to say.

Are you ready?

Ida, you're scaring me.

Oh, my darlings, a revolution is coming.

If Frankenstein frightened you, my next story will

make you stand up and yell, Help!

All right, sir.

Could you kindly direct me to Griffiths?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Stay away from me.

May I help you?

Yes.

I'm here to see Dr. Euphronis.

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, Bavaria.

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

Reinfiguration, the books.

I wrote quite a few times.

I have never received a response.

I'm Euphronius, darling.

Cornelia.

You see, I publish with just the C.

It's simpler.

Lovely to meet you, Mr. Frankenstein.

Oh.

I apologize for the smell.

Shh, breathe.

Hold it.

I'm afraid you're welcome.

Reinfiguration's brilliant, what you've done with field mice

and moles.

And cats.

Really?

Unpublished.

I've written them out.

I have my subscriber deal called to me.

Oh.

Oh.

Is that painful?

I don't know.

I'm used to it.

Oh.

I'm thrilled you found me.

Oh.

I'd like to invite you to stay here

at the Institute for observation.

Observation?

Yes.

That's not really why I came.

Aha.

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, sit down.

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.

Oh.

A communion.

Aha, a conjugal relationship.

Yes.

A bride.

Yes.

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?

Yes.

Jesus.

I don't mean to be disrespectful.

Oh, good.

Is this about sex, Frank?

Because I'm sure there are easier ways of

getting sex.

Ah!

Greta, I'm with a patient.

Excuse me, please.

Oh!

Mm.

Doctor, this is about loneliness.

Mm.

Do you have any experience with it?

For me, it's hackening.

I...

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 awfully good.

Another one.

You're in poor health.

Or some kind of idiot savant.

How many was that now?

You're some kind of genius.

You are properly ridiculous.

You're killing me.

Now, this may go over.

I'd like to let them over.

But here goes.

I'm flying high But I got a feeling

I'm falling Should you please keep it down?

Falling for nobody else but you Show

me the ring and I'll jump right through

I used to travel single Oh, what a

chance to mingle Oh, now I'm a-tickle

over you Save Mr. Morrison's dead body 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.

It's 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 titties.

Put in your requests 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...

This is...

This is insane.

I thought you were a mad scientist.

Aren't you curious?

Sorry.

Just leave it.

Get her clothes off.

We're using the stellar remnant model.

I've harnessed electricity from the streetlight, and we're

going to need to back up the voltage

and, ah, short it, so we get a

massive amperage, and the 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 electro-nodes, and

we will oppose gravity reaction with neutron-degeneracy

pressure and short-range repulsive neutron-luton interactions.

Assuming wave-particle duality, we'll need to asymptotically

approach the energy values of density.

And I'm not sure what that would mean

to the graphing, Oh, she's too beautiful.

Oh.

You're right, Frank.

She is beautiful.

Well, I think it might be better to

stop now, start again tomorrow.

Oh.

Ah, 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 an intruder.

Everything's fine.

Not to worry.

I heard people going upstairs.

Are you against your will?

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.

Ready?

Frank?

Frank!

Okay.

Oh.

Oh, my nerves.

Sorry.

My nerves.

Take a breath.

To life.

To life.

Go!

What the hell?

Oh!

Oh.

Your bride.

Frank.

Frank.

Bride.

Helpmate.

Helpmeat.

Lady.

Wife.

Jesus.

Did we get a bit wild with the

absence last night?

Like a sick, dirty pool.

Attention!

On point!

I think I better get myself home.

Yes.

Okay.

Where do you live?

I've...

I've got a cousin, McBride.

Oh, yes.

Ringing a bell.

I'll ring my bell.

My blare.

My blast.

My yowl.

No, I'll be all right.

I just need a good breakfast, that's all.

Yeah, what do you eat, Charles Blake?

Duck soup!

Duck soup.

Oh.

Here, here.

Get 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.

What?

This, it doesn't hurt?

No, it's not bad.

What?

Bite, bleed, burn, shave.

Cramp, fester, pinch, pound.

Incredible.

Sorry.

I've gotten 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, let's have a look at this leg,

hm?

Frank, just give us a little privacy.

Get out, or this, this doesn't hurt you,

this leg.

What's the matter with him?

Who?

The man.

Frank?

Mm-hmm.

His face.

His face?

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.

Who?

Is that from the accident?

He's not so bad.

He's not so bad?

No.

Well, why don't you marry him?

Mate.

Mate.

Breed.

Breeder.

Groom.

Who is it?

Who's there?

Mary.

Mary?

Mary who?

Mary, mother's given name, plus Wilsoncraft, 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 would prefer not to.

Fuck it!

Fuck it!

Fuck it!

Come on!

Come on!

Fuck my life!

Fuck!

Fuck!

I'm sorry!

Oh, how are you?

Oh, it's you.

Hi.

Oh, damn it!

Can I...

Fuck.

Can I take a look?

Uh-oh.

No.

I'm Frank.

Oh, fuck off, Frank.

God!

What do

you got in my suit?

How did you get in here?

She locked the door.

The window.

What's the order, mate?

Shipmate.

Helpmate.

Stalemate.

Amalgamate.

Imitate.

Decimate.

Transubstantiate.

Excuse me.

Sublimate.

Consumate.

Checkmate.

Hi, mate.

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.

It's 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, courting Hawthorne at

the breakfast table.

Hawthorne?

Are you speaking for naughty girls?

Oh.

No, no.

Melville, darling.

Ah, Melville.

Come here.

I've laid out a very beautiful breakfast for

you.

I'm not sure 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 craving.

No, stop, stop, stop that immediately.

I would prefer not to.

Well, what would you like to do then?

I would like for you to unlock the

fucking door, because I would like to go

outside.

Blastrigusty al fresco.

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

Let me out.

No, I'm afraid that's impossible.

Remarkable.

Hey, fuck!

Talk!

Fuck off!

Life has been so nice and chummy Right

from the start When I won her tummy

Believe it or not, he had polio as

a boy And they didn't know if he

would be able to walk Only a twin

reed Still, one of his legs is shorter

than the other They have special shoes made

So his feet are even when he's dancing

Making her breakfast She'll be taking her Shaving

her shower My happy hour Is that your

kink?

What?

One leg shorter than the other?

What's this then?

Isn't it freaky?

Yeah, this place looks right up my alley.

Alley cat!

Come on!

Dance?

I don't dance.

Yeah, you do.

And it seems I've become the happiest man

alive Things are looking up I've been

looking the landscape over And it's covered with

four-leaf clover Oh, things are looking up

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 Oh, things are looking up Since love

looked up at me What's

the deal?

I gave you those tattoos.

Amazing.

Hey.

You like

that, sister?

You want another?

Better not.

That's my wife.

Oh yeah?

You can't keep the table all night.

Violence down the dark strip street.

Violence.

Fuck off, you jackhammer.

Violence.

Hate your own mother.

Violence!

Gangsters.

Lupinos gangsters.

You can tell them to beat a Lupina.

I don't fuck Batman unless I want to.

Violence.

Violence.

Night violence.

Violence!

Violence!

It's like an apple.

It's like an apple.

Thank you.

Good night, gentlemen.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Hey, baby.

Sorry.

Sorry, man.

Come on.

You don't want to play?

Come on.

I don't make it out of the dumpster

for a white knuckle sack.

Oh, big man doesn't want to fight!

Come on.

Nothing?

It's okay, don't worry about it.

Come on, pussycat.

Sorry.

Sorry, big man.

Frankie!

Fuck!

You like that, or you like to play

rough?

Help me, help me!

Take that!

Oh, that's all right.

I got you, big big guy.

All right!

I want to fight!

I want to fight!

Go!

Oh, fuck!

Get her legs!

Get her legs!

No!

Get out of here!

That isn't me.

I don't touch drink.

I play violin.

Oh, God.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, no.

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

I don't want to get you into any

more trouble, girl.

Go!

Oh, God.

You'll be okay.

Go!

Go!

Get out of here!

Go!

What are you doing?

Go home!

You do not 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.

I don't know where I live.

Who's there?

It's me, Mary.

Mary who?

Mary who?

Aren't you going to marry Frankenstein?

Okay.

I can't remember.

I can't remember my name.

Martha?

Winifred?

Constance.

Jane.

Bride of King Kong.

Queen Kong.

Mrs. Jackal.

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.

Tell me my name.

What's my name?

Tell me my name!

I can't get my hands off.

There's no air in here.

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 remember.

Come, come, come, come, come, come.

Huh?

What is it?

Come!

Is this for us?

There's nothing to do with it.

I wish I would have seen that.

What is that?

Ronnie Reed?

Well, he was wonderful.

Black hair, soulful eyes.

Enough to make any young girl adore him.

You remember.

No.

What kind of talk you started I shined

to?

Hmm?

Before the accident.

I can't...

I can't quite remember.

Dietrich.

Dietrich?

Hmm.

Dietrich.

Hmm.

Marlene Dietrich.

Hmm.

Yeah.

Don't you find the respectable people terribly...

...dial. Falling in love again.

Oh, button up your breeches, girl.

Never wanted to.

Now, what am I to do?

I can't help it.

I...

I can't help it.

Men cluster to me like...

...mots around the flame.

While greyhounds...

Gunshot!

And if there's...

Who's in there?

I know I'm not to blame.

Falling in love...

Hey.

Okay.

I see you.

Okay.

I don't want any trouble.

I don't want any trouble.

I'm gonna ask you again.

Okay.

Come on.

Put your hands in the air.

I said, put them up!

Come on!

I...

I'm surrendering.

Oh, God, save me.

Devil, be good!

Frankenstein.

Can't the kids think of anything new these

days?

Is this...

...apricot? Mm-hmm.

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.

Frankens.

Frankenstein.

Frankenstein?

Frankenstein.

Oh.

You German?

Swiss.

His bribe.

That's what they call me in the paper.

What's my name?

I can't remember.

Hello?

Ginger.

Ginger?

I'm just kidding.

Penelope.

Penelope?

Penelope what?

Rogers.

Penelope Rogers.

I like the photo.

His bribe.

Frankenstein.

Miss Penelope Frankenstein.

It's got a ring to it.

Wanna fuck?

Might make it easier to sleep.

Maybe this will jog my memory.

Sorry.

No, no.

No, no, thank you.

Jesus, he's trying to be friendly.

I'm sorry.

I don't see what a dead body in

Indiana's got to do with a couple of

monster murderers in Chicago.

I've got a hunch.

Beloy?

Nope.

Wiles.

Detective Wiles.

The name I was given was Beloy from

Chicago.

I am Maloy.

Myrna Maloy.

Nice to meet you.

Sorry.

We just have a couple questions for you.

Is the lady a detective?

Well, detective, technically no, but...

She's my secretary.

Kate 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 going to

have anything to do with your case in

Chicago.

Based on what, Sheriff?

Well, nobody seems to have seen anyone fits

the description that we've been given.

Figure that?

Never touch them.

I love one, thanks.

And...

I love one, thank you very much.

And it wouldn't be very easy to miss

those two for 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 a gifty lady and a monster?

They'd be pretty hard to miss.

You guys are pretty funny out here in

Indiana.

Let me ask you about this girl.

Anybody got an idea for her?

Sounds like she got hit with the ugly

stick.

Right.

We're lucky to have found each other.

Yeah.

Seriously, we got any 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 seduce the sheriffs.

I'm your gal Friday.

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.

Now it'll be Rogers.

More like Ginger Rogers.

Yeah.

I get it.

What was it fucking like before the accident?

That good, huh?

Volcanic.

Big bang.

Sun shower.

Sweet night.

It's out of this world.

You think he's okay?

That man from the train?

I think he's...

fine.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You all right?

My nerves sometimes...

It's hard to get a good breath in.

Look.

My clipping...

was right here.

Oh, God.

Do you mind if we go to the

movies?

It's good, it is.

And Carnegie has done them better than Langer's,

but is it great?

I mean, the Strideman in Chi-Town is

pretty good, too.

What is that?

Frank, what's that smell?

Pretzels.

It's your favorite.

My favorite?

Really?

Wow.

Oh, my God.

Who's tired of all this Second City bullshit?

You're not hungry?

Dude, we have to talk to Frank.

We already saw that one.

Come on, let's check this one out.

No, no, no.

Those men you fought...

They are not men, my dear.

They are dead bodies.

Dead?

Yes.

Zombies.

Excuse me.

The living dead.

The corpses taken from their graves...

I don't think so.

...were made to work.

Oh, no.

Come on, Eddie.

Eddie, no.

Eddie.

Okay.

All right, all right.

I'm stopped.

Eddie, no.

Eddie, no.

I mean it.

I can't.

No.

No.

No, no.

Oh, God.

Do monsters turn you on, Eddie?

My God.

Oh, cowboy!

Fuck!

Oh, fuck.

She said no, Eddie.

Of course, you can fuck them if you

want to, 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 killer monsters!

She fucking touched me!

Jesus.

Monsters!

Killer monsters!

Mona, I'm thinking we go this way.

You're a genius.

You also call me Penny.

Penny?

Yeah, you know, like for sure, like Penny

Pincher, Pennywise.

Pretty Penny.

Penelope is an old lady's name.

I did, I told you.

Stop them!

Freeze!

Don't move!

Logan, lock the door.

Excuse me.

Could I tempt you to a little tart?

No?

It's highbrow, it's also, you know, it's also

sad.

Low quality.

Low quality, sad and highbrow.

Highbrow, yeah.

Low quality.

I don't know what it is, but I

know that you are L1.

Excuse me.

L1.

Excuse me, sir.

Oh, Ronnie.

Mr. Reeve.

Yes.

Oh, my.

My God.

It's you.

It's me.

Oh, Ronnie.

It's been 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?

You were radiant.

I still have the ticket.

Well, thank you.

You, 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, Ronnie, 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 in little scenes.

Doesn't matter what I do.

Jesus Christ.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

What are you doing here?

Oh my God.

Ah.

Put it on the ridge!

Hold it!

Hold!

Hold!

Hold!

Freeze!

Stand up!

Step in!

Take him!

I'll shoot you off!

Freeze!

Drop the gun!

Ma'am, put the gun down!

Drop it!

Let him go.

Let him go!

Move.

Move!

Mr. Ronnie Reed, everybody.

No force amnesia, huh?

No problem.

I've got brains.

Plenty of brains inside this firecracker.

Which is the brains behind that operation.

This is a brain attack.

Let him go.

Easy, boys.

Get on your fucking knees.

Please, please.

Please don't hurt me.

Please.

I'm sorry.

What are you sorry for?

Hmm?

Did you do something wrong?

Something you thought you might get away with?

Pressure, hurt, harm, injury.

Beating.

Belting, bludgeoning, clubbing.

Doing something, niggling, huh?

Some little violence, huh?

Breaking.

Break!

Read all about it.

I've got all the stories.

It's a real cop shop in here.

You gentlemen 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.

You just put the guns down, I'll tell

you all about it.

I'm talking to you!

Get over!

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.

Yeah, present.

You left her crying in the bedroom.

She ripped her slip on the way out,

crazy cunt.

Providence Hagen.

Sad old saggy wife, dead.

Here.

Frances McBurns, hungry, dead.

I can hear them.

Here.

Here.

Here.

Here.

They're all 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.

Hold.

Hold.

You were incredible!

You're mine!

You're mine!

My God!

Who are you?

Hank!

What have I done?

That cop, he looked so surprised.

My darling, I know.

It is fucking terrible, I know.

There's nothing left to do now.

I live.

Stop right there!

Police!

Show up.

Police!

Hands up!

Show yourselves!

Come on out!

We got two of you, don't be a

tickle.

My God!

Cancel it.

Cancel what?

Cancel all for me.

From the 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.

Watch it!

Attack!

Look what I found.

Oh.

That's not a man.

How's the family, Clyde?

Annette's good?

Yes, Mr. Lupino, thank you.

They're good.

And I hear you got a nice side

dish, too.

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.

Yeah, but you'll lose lip when you're 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 in poor taste.

Ida Polinsky.

She knows a lot more than she should.

She was always a live wire, 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.

It is.

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 Franklin.

Sir, it's Franklin.

Oh, good name.

Clyde, cut her tongue out.

I like it as a souvenir.

Thank you, sir.

And send my love to your lovely wife,

Annette.

Wow, wow, Annette, huh?

Sixteen copycat murders in two weeks, and the

feds want to pin them all on her.

They're just frothing at the fucking mouth.

Seventeen.

The only one they have on her is

the copic criterion, and that was self-defense.

It's no question.

Self-defense?

She was pointing her gun at a police

officer.

She wasn't trying to kill anyone.

She was just talking.

She was talking.

You know, 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.

Touch .

They were spotted last night at a county

fair just outside Fredonia, New York.

It's about four hours from here.

Fuck.

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're the ones 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 wants us 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 a

Ronnie Reed picture.

Now they've been spotted upstate.

What does it mean?

They gotta be headed to Niagara Falls.

What?

The Shotgun Wedding, 1929.

MGM, huge hit.

They even made a sequel in 1933.

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.

Niagara Falls!

Niagara Falls, baby!

Yeah!

The wonder of the world, Niagara Falls!

They call it.

It is incredible!

Have you been?

Only in the movies.

But it's the most romantic proposal in Hollywood

history.

Shotgun Wedding.

Was ours romantic?

No, I can't remember.

Our proposal?

Sublime.

Sublime.

Tell me!

Oh, my God, we'd be 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 budge, nothing.

No dirty jokes, nothing.

And then you turned to me and you

said, Don't you ever want to get married,

Frankie?

And I said, Oh!

I sure do want to get married, kid.

And I reached inside my jacket, where I've

been keeping a ring for weeks.

The big ruby?

The big ruby, yeah.

And you were saying, no, no, no, no,

no, because you were crying and you wanted

it to be like that.

But I said, do not say no.

No, kid.

Don't say no, pretty thing.

And then I said, yes.

Yes!

Yes, you did!

Oh, my God, yes!

I said, just yes!

Yes!

Yes!

That's usually how it goes.

And then what?

And 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.

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!

Hey, I'm fucking stopping!

Huh?

What do we do?

Tell him I'm sick.

Hmm?

Tell him I'm sick.

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.

Are you okay?

Yeah, 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.

You, uh, come here.

Mary, do you like poetry?

Sure.

There once was a countess, 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?

Knock, knock.

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, did she smell, he replied, what

the...

Someone ought to cut your fucking tongue out.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Anybody in the market for a bride?

I think we should get a stakeout at

the cinema town.

If they hit it, that would be their

sixth film in two weeks.

Mm-hmm.

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

before I walk in a little fresher.

Looks like rain.

Yeah, let me check the movies.

Killing time, I'm killing time.

I'm killing, killing time!

Oh, God!

Please, Mary, please, can you stop?

I can't take it anymore.

I'm so hungry.

Let me get a roast beef or a

chop chop, so we enjoy them.

I feel like I'm gonna faint.

I'm hungry.

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 love Walter.

No, I'm not.

No, no, no.

Insurrection.

Mutiny.

Outbreak.

Coup.

Mary, Mary.

I'm revolting.

I'm revolting.

Mary, Mary.

I'm revolting.

Bend head to tail, off the rails.

I don't want any of this.

Okay.

What do you want?

You want to go to one of those

wedding chapels?

Yeah.

Middle Island?

Yes.

To have some oysters after, my favorite.

Oysters?

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.

Ivy!

Come on!

Ida!

It's Jake.

It's Detective Wiles.

I want to help.

Stop walking!

Come on!

Stop walking!

Okay.

They're coming for you.

Let me help.

Let me help you.

I know you didn't want any of this.

Vanny.

Ida.

Vanny.

Ida.

Come on, come on.

Who is this?

Quiet!

Quiet!

Ida, I got you into this.

I'm...

This is my fault, and I'm sick from

it.

I know you.

Yes.

Ida.

I'm a fucking coward.

Come on, Vanny.

And I'm so, so sorry.

Please.

Vanny.

Stay right there!

Stop!

Don't shoot!

Stop!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Stop!

Stop!

Ida!

Ida.

Ida.

Ida.

Ida rather been called something else.

Crooked cop!

Gumshoe flapper!

Come on!

Don't fuck your witnesses, Detective!

Rookie mistake!

Come on!

Who was that?

I don't know.

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.

Why was he so forgettable?

Or was he one of a big crowd?

Fuck!

Huh?

You're all locked.

I would rather stay with your detective, either.

Penny, please.

Don't make me laugh.

I would prefer not to.

I guess beggars can't be choosers, Frankenstein.

Egg sandwich, extra cheese, extra bacon.

Thanks.

Sorry about your foot.

Should've 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.

What are you saying?

I'm sorry.

I thought she was dead.

I'm feeling pretty tired.

I might 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.

Just drinking champagne and quietly collecting all the

little details.

And 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.

Lupino 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?

Yes.

So what?

Yeah.

Did you get them to open the case

back up?

No, it wasn't up to me.

But you tried.

Okay.

Ah, 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, Ida, Ida.

Ida.

Now I'm nothing.

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.

Yeah.

Is Ida good?

Another girl we're working with, she was something

else.

She was so...

damn smart.

She got tagged, and they found her.

Without a tongue.

I'm just a crooked cop.

I'm bad news.

I just do what they tell me.

Oh, Murd.

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 you, the cop.

No, 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.

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, sir?

It was a trench scar.

He had taken a bayonet to the head.

How do you know?

I was in the trench with him.

He took a bayonet to the head.

I remember the doctor sewed him up.

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.

Margo for you?

Yes.

I think this belongs to you.

Fifth ace in your pack.

I never said I was a saint.

A saint isn't what I was looking for.

Could we have one last dance?

I'd like a souvenir, too.

Mr. Reid, I'm...

I'll break all of them.

No, I should hit the road.

Ida, 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?

Go to 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?

You're right.

I am a black hole.

You didn't know me.

You didn't.

No.

You know what's funny?

I feel like I'm always near you.

Ida.

Ida.

Ida!

I am a monster.

Yeah.

So am I.

Ida.

I don't want to let you go.

Ida.

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

Let's find a new one.

Let's start over.

Yeah, a new name.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes!

The Bride.

Oh, I love it.

Oh, I fucking love it.

So do I.

The Bride.

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.

The Bride.

Will you marry me?

Oh, Frank.

Can't you feel me like I feel you?

I'm not anybody's bride.

I would prefer not to.

No!

Gun down!

Gun down!

Give it!

Ma'am, please, freeze!

Don't!

Hold your fire!

What do you have to do that for?

Drop the gun!

Wait!

Who's there?

The Bride.

The Bride who?

Just the Bride.

Yeah, that's good.

That's very good.

Not Ida.

Not Pretty Penny.

Not the Bride of Frankenstein.

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.

He's gonna be okay, right?

Okay?

He's dead.

Yeah, but you're gonna bring him back to

life.

No.

Well, what are you doing?

I'm recording the radiation emission.

He's a scientific singularity.

I'm doing my job.

It's been a few hours.

I came straight here.

I'm not gonna tell anyone.

I'll do it.

I mean, show me.

Show me how to do it.

I can do everything.

That's impossible.

Nothing.

You don't have to.

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 didn't do anything.

Please.

Can you help me?

Help me now, Doctor, please.

Help.

Can this, any, can somebody help me, please?

Can anybody help me?

Mary?

It's, it has the Washington full of rage.

Sadie McKibbin's full of rage.

So much rage.

What about me?

Me, too!

Me!

Me, too!

It's the dead end of revenge.

I, I just want so much.

It's terrifying.

You love him.

Till the end of time.

I had the romance of the century, though.

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.

Well, 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 cease

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.

I'm sorry.

Hey!

Aah!

Aah!

Gun, gun!

Open fire!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Stop shooting!

They're dead!

They're dead, dead!

Don't you see?

They're dead!

It's over!

Where is the sergeant?

Ma'am.

Sergeant.

We need these men outside protecting the perimeter.

There's been a lot of interest in these

cases, 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 detectives 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.

Jesus.

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.

What

the...?