All language subtitles for Frankenstein Unbound 1990

After the first atomic bomb,
Einstein said...

"If I had known where this would lead,
I'd have been a watchmaker. "

So, here I am...

...either at the end
of a world...

...or the beginning of one.

A record must be kept...

...for the sanity
of all concerned.

I'll start from when the time slips
werejust beginning.

Power, gentlemen.
Power enough...

...to run the world
or destroy it.

Most of all,
you've got to control it.

That's where I come in.
Status?

D.D.Q. On 12. All systems go.

Ladies and gentlemen...

I give you the atom-
new and improved.

Power level- 75. Climbing.

Eighty-four, 89, 93, 96...

96.5, 97.7...

98. 1, 98.5, 98.9-

It worked!

A weapon.
A weapon beyond...

...your wildest imagination,
General.

A particle beam that simply
makes the enemy disappear.

Project Safe World can give your
armed forces the power of a black hole.

What the hell was that?

Some negligible
atmospheric vibration, huh?

- Barely measurable.
- Will they fund the next step?

Time out, Doc. In the three months
since you've been testing this thing...

...we've had freak weather,
people disappearing and these time slips.

I'm sorry, but we have
a very public crisis brewing here.

All right, so we have
a side effect to contend with.

It's not the end of the world.

The president is getting a sore throat from
denying any knowledge of this program.

Joe, I've gotta
tell him something.

Yes, well, tell him
when we implode an object...

...it slips out of time.

And right now, when it goes,
it sort of leaves a door open.

What you're trying to say
is that you seriously screwed up.

He wanted a weapon.
He's got a weapon.

We got work to do.

Well?

He didn't go for it.

Joe, it's not over.

- There's still time.
- The cloud's building again, Joe.

I wanted to create a weapon
that wouldn't destroy the world.

And look what I did.

Is it reversible?

Oh, my God,
I hope so.

It needs more work.

I'll need the prototype
laser tonight.

Good afternoon, Dr. Buchanan.

Would you like me to drive?

No. I'm feeling energetic.
I'll drive.

Death and damage
attributed to this phenomenon.

There is still no statement
from the Pentagon.

And today, White House
spokesperson Mary Ann Sutter...

...again denied any connection between
these severe stratospheric disturbances-

...apparent slips in time-

...and recent weapons testing
at the Hawkings Institute in California.

In other news, a tribute
will be held tomorrow...

...for the last remaining part
of the Brazilian rain forest.

I am tracking intruders
on your property.

Shall I call security?

Don't worry, baby.
It's just neighborhood children.

Very good.

What goes around comes around.

- **
- What have we here?

- Is it dead?
- It died this morning.

- How do you know it's dead?
- She got a new one.

Ah! Progress.

Secular seculorum.

- "Finiculi, Finicula. "
- "Que Sera, Sera. "

Farewell, old bike.

There's a storm coming, kids.
Let's get inside.

I said, come on!

Kids, come on!

- Come on! Leave the bike!
- No!

Come on here.

Zero pollution.
Maximum ozone shield.

Something tells me we're not
in New Los Angeles anymore.

Access mainframe.

I am sorry, Dr. Buchanan.

The central computer at
Hawkings Institute does not respond.

Access mainframe through
uplink Tyco orbiter.

The Tyco orbiter
is not in position.

Uplink any
available satellite.

Tracking.
There are no satellites.

Access television.

Not even any radio?

We are alone, Doctor.

Jesus H. Christ!
Where am I?

No record of a middle initial
for a Jesus Christ, Dr. Buchanan.

Very funny.
Come on. In.

Scientifically speaking,
we are out in the sticks.

**

- What place is this?
- The Inn at Secheron.

- How may I help you?
- Well, I would like to eat.

I can give you venison
at two francs...

...or trout
at three and five.

Ah.

Tell me...

...what would you give me...
for this?

Fifty francs, Swiss.

Fifty, plus the trout.

Done.

Take a seat.

Mind if I join you?

Can't stop you
from sitting down.

Tell me, is your attire
the result of Napoleon's defeat...

...or have you been
abandoned by a circus?

Where I come from, this is considered
an appropriate fashion.

I'm from America.

Ah, yes. America.

Dr. Joseph Buchanan.

I am also a doctor.

But why do you come
to Secheron...

...and deny yourself
the culture of Geneva?

Well, I enjoy the distractions
of country life.

I scorn distraction.

There's too much work to be done.

- Is that a timepiece?
- Yes.

May I see it?

No hands.
The digits change shape.

Are they filled with mercury?

How do you wind it?

I don't.
It runs on electricity.

Electricity?
But it's so small.

I just want you
to know, sir...

...that we're all praying
for you and your family.

- Thank you.
- You brother was such a sweet boy.

May the witch who killed him
burn in hell.

Yes, yes.

I must go.

Perhaps we can discuss
electricity another time.

- I would like that.
- Oh, yes.

I would like that too,
Doctor-

Frankenstein.

Are you not well, sir?

Yes, I've-
I've heard of your work.

You're mistaken, sir.
My work is quite unknown.

Marie, get the doctor's bag.

Thank you.

- Drive.
- Come on! Come on!

Driver, stop ahead!

Give me what I want!

No! Go!

Come no more,
you damn beast!

Who is responsible
for this?

Who do you think?

Go! Get out!

Get out!
Get out!

- Good morning, Dr. Buchanan.
- Power on. Manual drive.

Manual drive
is commencing now.

Supposition. One:
We've suffered a time slip.

Two: The time slip phenomenon's
related to implosion experiments.

What is the probability of reversing
time slip using prototype laser projector?

That is
an interesting question.

Without access to the mainframe,
I will need approximately 96 hours.

- Go to work.
- Yes, Dr. Buchanan.

My sensors indicate
we are near an urban center.

Any instructions?

- Be a good girl.
- My options are limited.

- Fill it all the way to the top.
- Yes, sir.

Order. Order, please!

The overwhelming evidence
presented today...

...will prove thatJustine Moritz did
brazenly commit this most vile crime...

...this unforgivable act against
the people of Geneva...

...and, my friends,
against all mankind.

Excuse me, Reverend.
Are the seats next to...

...the young lady over there
open to the public?

Obviously, good sir,
you are a stranger here.

Sorry. I don't understand.

That is Lord Byron's mistress.

The Lord Byron
lives here in Geneva?

Across the lake in sin...

...with the poet Shelley
and Mary Godwin.

- You mean Mary Shelley.
- They are not married.

Perhaps not.
But she's a great writer. Excuse me.

A giant, you say?

Well, the tallest man
I ever seen, sir.

And yet, you saw him
only at night?

Yes, sir.

But his footprints went
all over my field come morning.

- I dug one up to show you, sir.
- Here's your box, sir.

Raise it.
Show the court.

Your Honor, that was the footprint
of the beast what killed my sheep.

I swear it!
I've seen it with my own eyes!

Now, what if it was the same brute
what killed the little boy?

Well, how do you suppose
I lost the sheep? Huh?

How do you suppose I got
this gash on my forehead?

Spirits.

Next witness.

Your Honor, Justine Moritz
is an innocent child.

- Sir, you've had your say.
- She's innocent as the blessed virgin.

Forgive me, Miss Godwin. The young
girl over there, is she the one on trial?

Yes. She's accused of killing
William Frankenstein, who was six.

She lacks the physical strength necessary
to commit the crime as described...

...so, of course,
she's accused of witchcraft.

It is a travesty.

Yes, but excellent material
for a book, I suppose.

- What do you mean, sir?
- My name is Joseph Buchanan.

I'm a great admirer
of your work, Miss Godwin.

You must be confusing me
with someone else, Mr. Buchanan.

I've never been published.

Can you identify this?

It's the locket...
that belonged to William.

Can you explain how this charm
came to be amongst your belongings?

When I awoke...

I found it.

The truth is...

...you took it after killing
William Frankenstein...

...after breaking his neck
and wrenching his arm from his body!

Come, girl! Admit it, and allow yourself
the mercy of God's forgiveness.

No! No!
L- I didn't do it!

Excuse me.

Now, as to the charge
of witchcraft-

Your Honor, we find
Justine Moritz guilty...

...of the murder
of William Frankenstein.

Justine Moritz,
you have heard the verdict.

You are hereby sentenced
to hang by the neck till dead.

Execution is scheduled
for tomorrow at noon.

Poor kid.

Victor, I beg you
not to go.

Where are you?

I know you have returned.
Reveal yourself.

Who are you?

Give me what you promised,
or I will break him, Victor!

I will crush everyone
around you!

Then I will crush you.

You made me.
Now you would destroy me. Why?

- You murdered my brother.
- Mur-dered?

You stopped his life!

He was easily crushed.

You should have made him
strong, Victor, like me.

I did not make William.

No?

Then... who did?

He was born of woman,
you monstrous wretch.

I did not ask
to be made monstrous!

I am alone and miserable.

Make me a mate
as you promised.

Make me a mate,
and you will never see me again.

I will never make
another like you.

Make me a mate...

...or I will...

...murder Elizabeth.

Victor!

Why are you following me?
Are you from the court?

I told you, I am a doctor.
I know of your discovery.

I know that you put life into that
creature, and I know that he is killing.

I wanted to give man
the power to create life...

...to free him from
a cruel and fictitious god.

What man ever achieved that?

Scientists...

...have made far greater monsters
than yours, Victor.

Tell the truth. Show the world
what you have created.

Impossible.
I've created an abomination.

What aboutJustine?
Who will free her from the mob?

You cannot let her
pay for your sins.

What sins?
I'm a scientist.

I cannot sin. She must die.
The truth is too unbearable.

If you want to ease your conscience
about William, then help the girl.

If they kill her, how will you live
with yourself after that?

I don't know.

Help the girl, Victor.

Continuous fow of ink
contained in barrel. Remarkable.

Did you make it clear
that the girl is innocent?

- And you simply lick this?
- Yes. It tastes like-

Peppermint.

Victor, the girl.

Yes, certainly.
The girl is innocent.

Good. Then I shall take
this letter in the morning...

...and deliver it
to the judge in person.

No, not the judge. You must deliver it
to my fianc�e, Elizabeth.

She's of good family,
and thejudge will listen to her.

You are truly
a marvel, Buchanan.

This electric carriage-

You have mastered
thermodynamics...

...geomagnetism,
secrets of the universe.

Where do you come from?

The Moon?

Mount Olympus?

I live in the same world
you live in.

Yes, truly.

The world of science.

We are brothers, Doctor.

- Who made you?
- Who are you?

Who made you?
Did Victor make you?

Help! Help!

Back to the gate, boys!

Stop that!

Stop... That!

Stop that.

Frankenstein villa?

Is Elizabeth here?

If you mean Miss Levenza,
she does not live in this house.

Victor assures me
that she is here.

I have an urgent letter
for her. Ah, ah!

Victor asked me to deliver
it to her in person.

Thank you.

Stay. I will inform
Miss Levenza you are here.

God disapproves of
the eavesdropper, sir, as do I.

Won't you come in?

I cannot say that
I am grateful, sir...

...but I do thank you
for your trouble.

- Allow me to escort you to the judge.
- But what do you mean by that?

Well, they're going to hang
Justine Moritz at noon.

I'm afraid no one
could prove her innocence.

But the letter
explains her innocence.

There is nothing here
aboutJustine.

Victor warns me that I must leave
Geneva immediately for my safety.

Where has Victor gone?
You must tell me, orJustine will die.

Werner!

Listen to me.

Victor's brother
is already dead.

Others have been killed,
and more will follow unless we act.

- Victor is responsible, Elizabeth!
- Who are you?

Why would you turn me
against Victor?

- Werner.
- I want to help him, Eliza-

Elizabeth.

Reference Mary Shelley.

Born:
Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin.

Mary Shelley.
Born: 1797. Died: 1851.

Mistress to the poet Lord Byron,
and wife to the poet Percy Shelley.

She is chiefy remembered as the author
of the novel Frankenstein.

- Hard copy novel.
- Printing a hard copy.

The subject matter
is artificial intelligence.

Miss Shelley wrote the book when
she was only 19 years old...

...while living with Byron and Shelley
at the Villa Diodati...

...presently some 200 yards
north-northeast.

Be forewarned, Dr. Buchanan, probability
is high that they are late sleepers.

Maybe you could, uh,
point that thing another way?

Why so?
Tourist shooting season opened today.

I've bagged three already.

Yes, but I'd hate to be shot
without a proper introduction.

You must be Lord Byron.

I have no intention
of introducing myself...

...and I feel quite persecuted when British
trespassers loaf about my property.

No, I'm not a trespasser.

I'm an admirer.
Dr. Joe Buchanan.

You're not British, are you?

Well, I'm sort of, uh,
nouveau American.

- What about those?
- What?

Those contrivances.

Oh.

These are a gift...

...to one of the greatest
visionaries of the 19th century.

My God.

These lenses are exceptional.

Are you an inventor?

A scientist.

Really?

I thought all American scientists
were named Benjamin Franklin.

Ah. Let's see what
Mistress Mary's doing.

Damn.
Nothing scandalous.

Writing as usual.
What a waste of female talent.

Perhaps Miss Godwin
has literary talent as well.

- What do you want here, sir?
- I must see Mary. Miss Godwin.

A suitor?
Oh, no.

What will Shelley say?

We breakfast late, Buchanan.
Join us.

Prove yourself
an amusing guest.

We suffer from
too much peace here.

There is murder at hand in Geneva.

Well, now, what's this?

A bailiff, I hope,
or a poet.

Meet Percy Shelley,
my fellow reprobate in exile.

Ah, he's risen.

Joe Buchanan.

- An American scientist.
- Mmm.

And are those slippers
American too?

I've quizzed him
already, Percy.

They were made by a Mr. Florsheim
in a redundancy...

...called New York, New York.

What brings you all the way
to our little paradise, Doctor?

Just another moth
drawn to Mary's glib.

Listen, I'm here because of the imminent
execution ofJustine Moritz.

I believe he wants to take Mary
to the hanging.

- How romantic.
- You know how it is, Percy.

Sex and death.

Ah!
There she is.

My love.

Mary,
allow me to introduce...

Dr. Joseph Buchanan.

As it happens,
we've already met.

How do you do again,
Dr. Buchanan?

That is the most mysterious
cloud I've ever seen.

I see a remote
sunlight glean...

...as though t'were not
a cloud at all...

...but a gateway
to a distant world.

What did you want to see me about,
Dr. Buchanan?

Miss Godwin, I know that you've been
following the trial ofJustine Moritz.

You must help me try
and stop her from hanging.

- Why come to me?
- Because you know that the girl is innocent.

You know the truth.
Well, that's what your book is about.

What do you know
of my book?

I've only a few chapters
of the story.

Are you from a journal, sir?
Worse. Maybe a publisher.

Yes, I believe
the girl is innocent.

But I don't know anything
that would help her.

Forgive me. I thought
that you knew the truth.

I thought that
you could help me.

- Back off!
- Please, sir. I've made my peace with God.

The girl goes free!

Somebody help-

No!

We're going to make you better.

Shh.

The girl-
They killed the girl.

And they very nearly
killed you too.

I watched the whole
terrible incident with these.

Oh.

You were very brave...
and foolish.

- How did you get here?
- I sailed across the lake to rescue you.

- How did you know I was writing a book?
- It's a long story, Mary.

Well, it's usually better
to start at the beginning.

Suppose I show you instead?

Is this your carriage?

Yes. Yes, it is.

It's amazing.

Like to go for a ride?

I'd be delighted.

Good afternoon, Mary.
I am not a carriage, but a car.

Let's fy.

Are we fying?

No. It's just
a great suspension system.

I've never even imagined
anyone like you before.

Well, that's not surprising,
because I don't exist yet.

I'm from the future.

Well, that's absurd.

I know of your book
because I've read it.

But that's impossible.
I've only just started writing.

And you'll finish it
and you'll publish it...

...and you'll add a new word
to every language on Earth-

Frankenstein.

- This says Mary Shelley.
- Congratulations.

My book!

My book will be known
in the future.

How does it end?

How do I end? And Shelley-
Do we die young?

Do you really want
to know that?

Stop the car.

I'll have my own life.

Well, Joe from the future,
wherever did you come from?

There.

Percy's cloud.

He was right.

It is the gateway
to another world.

I made it,
came through it...

...fractured the core
of time and space.

I wanted to do
the world a favor.

But like Victor Frankenstein,
I created a monster.

Then it's true.

Dr. Frankenstein
has created a man.

I'm afraid it is.

It is an abomination
in the eyes of God.

You don't believe in God?

I don't know.

I see.
Science is your religion.

Well, I never thought
of it like that.

I've tried to imagine
what a man of science must live with.

I think he lives
with madness.

With madness?

The madness
of possibility.

I'm sorry if I've said
something to upset you, Joe.

Upset me?

Mary, you amaze me.
You live in the 19th century...

...and yet you understand the future
infinitely better than I do.

I wish I did.

Percy and Byron
preach free love.

I practice it.

You and I are under
an enchantment, Joe.

Will you fy to
some other place in time?

I wish it were that easy.

This place, this time-

I don't even understand
why I ended up here.

I'm afraid I have a theory.
Would you like to hear it?

Mm-hmm.

I think you're here
to stop Dr. Frankenstein.

- Werner?
- Mistress?

- Please prepare my carriage.
- Shall I drive you, Miss Levenza?

No, I must go alone...
to see Dr. Frankenstein.

As you wish.

Are you going
to kill it?

No, quite the opposite.

I must make him a mate.

You were a madman.

You heard him.
He threatened to kill Elizabeth.

Buchanan, please.

I have laid
all the groundwork...

...but I haven't been able
to store enough electricity.

I know you have abilities
beyond my own in such matters.

I think I should
show you something.

What is this?

Victor,
this is your future.

Who are you?
What are you?

Victor made me.

Victor?

But I am to be
Victor's wife.

- He would not want you to hurt me.
- I know.

A human being is no match
for my creature.

We are not very well made,
you know.

Our eyes are poor...

...our limbs use muscles
to the disadvantage ofboth.

I have made
wonderful improvements.

Wonderful improvements.

- Victor!
- There's something over here!

Mr. Victor!

- There he is.
- Hang on a second.

I didn't do this.

- Get the rope.
- Get him!

Get him up!

- String him up!
- Hang him!

Use the tree!

Here's a rope!

Let's get him!

Stop!

Be careful.
He can help us.

An abomination
in the eyes of God.

Are you alive?

Yes. I think so.

Good.

Ah, Buchanan, you're awake.
Bring him here.

I've been studying this pamphlet
that explains your carriage.

I presume it can store enormous
amounts of electrical power.

Yes, it can. But you have to supply
the superconductor...

...with tremendous power
to begin with.

- You'll get no help from me.
- Buchanan...

...it could take me a few days
to analyze this machine on my own.

Perhaps you would like
more time to think about it?

I could let him play with you
all night.

So, can you make it
work for me?

I must prepare.
Watch him.

Good evening, Dr. Buchanan.

My sensors indicate substantial damage
to my electrical system.

So forget that. Have you completed
the calculations I asked for?

Yes. All probabilities
indicate that...

...it is not possible
to reverse a time slip effect.

Not possible? Why not?

- Time space unbound.
- Come on. Explain yourself.

Time space unbound is the logical outcome
of your experiment, Doctor.

You have introduced a new condition
into the physical world.

- What is that?
- It's a machine that thinks...

...and talks.

What is the probability of surviving
a laser-generated implosion?

- Did you make it?
- Yes.

The probability is high
that you will be transported...

...to a new place and time.

Is it a man?

No, it is not a man.

Are you strong enough...

...to carry those cables...

...to the top of the bell tower?

Yes. Victor made me
very strong.

Good boy.

Victor did not make you,
did he?

No. Look!
Can you climb up...

...and connect the coil
to the bottom of the cross?

Who made you?

I don't know!
God, maybe!

Throw this over.

Now the other one.

Who is God Maybe?

I think you'd better ask
Victor about that.

Yes, I will.

- Load laser implosion program.
- Loading now.

When you get maximum power...

...then you just turn
my little baby on.

Good-bye, Dr. Buchanan.

Leave her!

My God, Victor.
What have you done?

I am reversing
a gross mistake of fate.

No. The pain and the guilt...

...have driven you insane.

Oh, have they now?
Well, I can live with pain...

...and I can live with guilt.

Subdue him.

It is Elizabeth
I cannot live without.

And she will have new life.

No one can create a soul.

The soul?

That's a crutch for weaker men
than you and I, Buchanan.

There now.

It begins.
Pull the first lever.

Power to implosion
is now 98.1% and rising.

Power, 96.5, holding.

The next two levers.

Now!

No. No!

We must have more power
or she will die!

There's nothing more that I can do!

Pull every remaining lever.

Maximum input.
Begin implosion sequence.

She lives.

She lives!

Activate laser.

What is happening?

Meet... My monster.

What have you done?

- Victor.
- Put it back the way it was.

I can't.

Put it back the way it was,
or I will kill you.

There's nothing I can do.

Then damn you.

Elizabeth?

Yes. It's Victor.

Step away now.

Come here.

Come to me.

No.

No!

Victor.

Kill him.

The rupture of space and time
is spreading in a chain reaction.

Who knows what exists
in this frozen tomorrow?

Apart from him, the only
signs oflife in this remote place...

...are remnants of
a future civilization.

Welcome, Dr. Buchanan.

This world you made
is better than Victor's.

It is barren
as I am barren...

...lonely as I am alone.

I didn't create this.

I don't even know where we are.

This is the brain
of the great city beyond.

The last refuge...

...of mankind.

What am I...

...that you must...

...destroy me?

An abomination
in the eyes of God.

So what are you?

I am Frankenstein.

Power on, Dr. Buchanan.

You don't understand!

You cannot...

...kill me!

You think you have killed me...

...but I am with you forever.

I am unbound.