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of the source of life.

Here, he planned a miracle...

and saw it come to pass.

A miracle that the good people

of Frankenstein called a monster.

They call it a lot worse than that, sir.

Such stories as I've never heard.

- Would you like a brandy, sir?

- Yes, thank you, Benson.

"My son.

"Herein you will find my faiths,

my beliefs, and my unfoldments.

"A complete diary of my experiments,

charts, and secret formulas.

"In short, the sum total

of my knowledge, such as it is.

"Perhaps you will regard my work

with ridicule or even with distaste.

"If so, destroy these records.

"But if you, like me,

burn with the irresistible desire...

"to penetrate the unknown, carry on.

"Even though the path

is cruel and torturous, carry on.

"Like every seeker after truth...

"you will be hated, blasphemed,

and condemned.

"But mayhap where I have failed,

you will succeed.

"You have inherited the fortune

of the Frankensteins.

"I trust you will not

inherit their fate."

To you, sir.

Our Father...

help me be a good little boy,

and bless Mummy and Daddy. Amen.

Good night, my darling.

I'll close the curtains, madam,

so the lightning won't bother him.

Please don't close them,

'cause I like lightning.

He isn't afraid

of anything, is he, madam?

His father has taught him

never to be afraid, and he isn't.

Do you think he'll be all right here?

Yes, madam. Nothing can happen to him.

I'll leave my door open.

Please do.

Why do you suppose they ever built in

these beds in this strange position?

An old superstition.

"If the house is filled with dread,

place the beds at head-to-head."

Come on, gentlemen, see!

More bags for Frankenstein.

- Good evening, Inspector.

- Good evening.

- The Baron is in, I know.

- Yes, but...

A policeman.

- Herr Baron Frankenstein?

- Yes.

I am Inspector Krogh

of the district police.

I am glad to see you, Inspector.

Benson, take the Inspector's cape.

Yes, sir.

- Won't you come in?

- Thank you.

- Come over and dry out by the fire.

- Thank you.

I've been studying

some old papers of my father's.

- Care for a brandy?

- Thank you, no.

I have come here, Herr Baron,

to assure you of protection.

- Protection? From whom?

- From a virulent and fatal poison.

Am I to be poisoned, then?

You are poisoned already by your name.

To the best of my knowledge, it has served

my family faithfully for over 700 years.

You recommend that I change it to,

say, Smith?

I'm afraid that wouldn't help.

You might change your name, but you can't

erase the brand. That's indelible.

As long as you continue to live

in this place, you're in danger.

You're speaking in riddles, Herr Inspector.

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