Frankenstein script
Frankenstein (1931)
Synopsis: This iconic horror film follows the obsessed scientist Dr. Henry Frankenstein (Colin Clive) as he attempts to create life by assembling a creature from body parts of the deceased. Aided by his loyal misshapen assistant, Fritz (Dwight Frye), Frankenstein succeeds in animating his monster (Boris Karloff), but, confused and traumatized, it escapes into the countryside and begins to wreak havoc. Frankenstein searches for the elusive being, and eventually must confront his tormented creation.

EXT - BARENTS SEA - NIGHT

... a storm of inconceivable force and violence. Merciless

arctic winds whip the sea in a frenzy of thirty-foot swells.

This is the last place in God's creation that any human

being should be. And yet ...

...the prow of a three-masted ship rises massively before

us, looming from the darkness and chaos. it crashes upward

through a swell and slams back down again, plunging nose-

first into the trough. The sails on the forward mast are

still deployed. It's insane; in this weather they should be

stowed (as is already the case with masts 2 and 3).

Hurtling toward us. Rising and falling. Thundering through

the swells. And as she sweeps past CAMERA within a seeming

hairbreadth, we PAN with the ship and find ourselves ...

EXT - SHIP - NIGHT

... aboard the "Alexander Nevsky," along for the ride whether

we like it or not. There are men all around us, dark

screaming FIGURES glimpsed and half-glimpsed, heavy oilskin

clothes flapping in the gale. A GROUP OF MEN are in a life-

or-death tug of war

WALTON:

PULL, YOU BASTARDS! PULL!

Riiiiippp! All eyes turn skyward as the uppermost sail tears

loose, the heavy canvas shredding away in huge billowing

tatters. The jib-arm wrenches free and plummets toward us,

trailing rope and fabric. The men dive aside as the jib

smashes into the deck like an exploding bomb. Splintered

shards of wood cartwheel through the air like shrapnel.

Walton catches a glancing blow to the head and slams face-

down on the pitching deck.

GRIGORI, the first mate, scrambles to Walton's aid. Walton

shoves him off, pushes painfully to his knees. LIGHTNING

throws his face into a stark relief map of pain and fury:

blood is streaming from his hairline, freezing in his eyes,

staining his teeth. He gazes up at the mainsail, still

intact and straining against the wind. We hear a huge CRACK!

The base of the mast is starting to give.

(CONTINUED)

2

WALTON:

Cut the damn rigging free before we lose the

mast!

Long-handled axes are grabbed from their mounts. Frantic men

begin hacking at the ropes. Walton snatches an axe from a

passing crewman and elbows his way to the front. He attacks

a guy-rope with primal fury, CAMERA rising and falling with

the motion of his axe. Suddenly, a chilling cry from high

above:

LOOKOUT (O.S.)

IIIICEBEEEEERG!

THE CROW'S NEST (MAST #2)

The LOOKOUT is lashed to the mast by means of a safety rope

knotted at the chest. He points ahead.

WALTON and the others spin to look as A PANORAMIC SHOT OF

THE BARENTS SEA reveals a magnificent vista of storming

fury. The ship is heading into an enormous field of icebergs

dotting the ocean like boulders in a quarry, The Nevsky is

plying these waters like a man running pell-mell through a

mine field.

An iceberg passes massively and unexpectedly in the

foreground, rumbling within yards of the camera, wiping us

into darkness ...

EXT - NEVSKY - NIGHT

... and we wipe from darkness as a flapping piece of canvas

billows away to reveal 'Walton and the crew, gazing in

breathless horror as an iceberg looms from the gale before

them like a ghostly white mountain. Walton finds his voice:

WALTON:

HARD TO PORT!

THE PILOT fights to turn the wheel. Men rush to his aid,

throw their backs into it, straining to the limit. The wheel

is grudging, fighting them every inch of the way.

PUSH IN on Walton and the crew:

GRIGORI:

It's going to ram us.

WALTON:

It wouldn't dare.

(CONTINUED)

3

THE CROW'S NEST (MAST #2)

The lookout fumbles under his coat, grabs the rosary around

his neck, clutches the crucifix tightly in both hands. Face

white with terror. Breath coming in ragged gasps.

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Peggy Webling

Peggy Webling was a British playwright, novelist and poet. Her 1927 play version of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein is notable for naming the creature "Frankenstein" after its creator, and for being the ... more…

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