Frankenstein Page #4
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- 1931
- 70 min
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YOUNG SAILOR:
It's the demon! Shoot while you've a chance!
The Pilot lights the kerosene wick of a reflector box"
spotlight and swings it around. The beam seeks out the
specter and pins it in a dim circle of light ... revealing a
man collapsed on a dog sled, lashed to tiller upright
stanchions with frozen leather straps, Dead dogs lie in icy
heaps around him.
EXT - NEVSKY - NIGHT
The men venture onto the shifting ice with lanterns raised.
Grappling lines are unslung and thrown, the ice floe
snagged. Gaffs reach out, drawing it closer. Men clasp arms,
forming a human chain. Grigori is the first to reach the
motionless figure on the dog sled.
WALTON:
Dead?
Grigori cautiously eases his hand into the darkness of the
furred hood to search the neck for a pulse ...
... and the figure scares the s-hit out of him. With a
convulsive shudder and a gasping intake of breath, the hood
rises up, revealing a haggard face tortured white with
frost, beard frozen solid, eyes blazingly intelligent and
aware. Walton finds himself in an extended beat of eye
contact with VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN.
EXT - NEVSKY - ON DECK - NIGHT
A HOWLING WIND has kicked up, pelting the huddled sentries
with sleet. CAMERA TRACKS past, moving steadily toward the
dimly-glowing window of Walton's cabin ...
(CONTINUED)
8
INT - WALTON'S CABIN - NIGHT
... where we find Walton and Grigori in tense discussion:
GRIGORI:
Captain, I implore you. The men are frightened
and angry. They want your assurance.
WALTON:
They knew the risks when they signed on. I've
come too far to turn back now.
GRIGORI:
Then you run the danger of pushing them to
mutiny.
Walton pulls a pistol from his drawer and slams it flat on
WALTON:
(low, tight)
Let them try.
Grigori is taken aback. He hears a shifting of blankets and
glances to the captain's bed. Walton follows his look.
Frankenstein has awakened and is watching them.
Grigori exits, uneasy under Frankenstein's gaze. Walton
rises, retrieves a pot from the stove.
WALTON:
You're awake. I've prepared some broth. It'll
help restore you.
VICTOR:
(hoarse, faltering)
I'm ... dying.
Victor draws a hand from under the blanket and holds it
before his face. Fingers skeletal and black.
VICTOR:
Frostbite. Gangrene. A simple diagnosis.
WALTON:
Are you a physician?
VICTOR:
(faint smile)
How is it you come to be here?
(CONTINUED)
9
WALTON:
There's a startling question, coming from you.
(beat)
I'm captain of this ship. We sailed from
Archangel a month ago, seeking a passage to the
North Pole.
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