I, Frankenstein Page #6

what would it take to kill it?

Look at its eyes.

The way they hold you.

It suggests a certain

level of intelligence.

Maybe Victor Frankenstein

just drew it that way.

I want to re-examine our

cellular reproduction formula.

I think we've missed something.

(GASPS)

(ALARM BLARING)

(GASPS)

(DOOR OPENS)

WESSEX:
Leave him be!

My apologies for the zealous

nature of our security.

Perhaps if you'd simply

knocked on the front door,

this unfortunate awkwardness

might have been avoided.

Who are you?

Charles Wessex.

And you must be Frankenstein.

My name is Adam.

WESSEX:
We are all the sons

of our fathers, are we not?

Denying who we are only

means that we are lost.

I am a journeyman,

a partisan of progress.

Like your father, I too seek

to unravel the mortal

coils of life.

This is Dr. Wade.

She's one of the world's most

respected electrophysiologists.

Hello.

I have been trying to replicate

Victor Frankenstein's

stunning triumph

for quite some time.

(STAMMERS) What I've read of the journal

has already been extremely helpful.

Be reasonable, Adam.

You are a living miracle.

You contain the

answers so many seek.

I seek my own answers.

Of course you do.

Stay with us.

Help us understand

your father's work,

and, together, we can unlock

those answers and more.

WESSEX:
Yes...

Victor Frankenstein gave you life,

but he could not restore your soul.

Could he?

(SNARLS)

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

(PEOPLE CHATTING INAUDIBLY)

There's no sign of the creature.

He could be anywhere by now.

He will find a safe place

where he can study the journal,

then it will come back here.

Come back?

I've been pursuing the creature

for the better part of 200 years.

- It will come back.

- For what?

Mr. Wessex.

Answers.

How can I help you, Doctor?

Well, you can start by please

explaining to me what is going on.

We had a break-in.

It's a simple security matter.

With all due respect, sir,

but Frankenstein's

creature is alive.

- Why don't you go home and get some rest?

- Look, just who are you?

This gentleman works for me.

A sort of extra layer of

security, if you will.

Well, your extra layer of security

just blew any hopes

I might have had

of analyzing that creature.

Didn't you hear what it said?

It wants answers!

And I am the one who might've

been able to provide them!

The only one!

You may be right.

You look tired, Doctor.

It's late.

You really ought to get some rest.

Rest? Mr. Wessex...

We've lost both the creature

and the journal, Doctor.

- What more can you do tonight?

- But, Mr...

I will notify you should

we recover the one

- or the other.

- (HUFFS ANGRILY)

Go home, Doctor!

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