Son of Frankenstein Page #3

Danger from whom?

The Burgomaster

and his inhospitable villagers?

I think I can guarantee to control

their animosity, but not their fears.

What are they afraid of, ghosts?

Perhaps.

I'm afraid I don't believe

in them. Do you?

When they commit murder, yes.

- You're referring to the monster.

- Perhaps.

My dear Inspector,

he was destroyed years ago.

Perhaps.

Can we stick to facts, Inspector?

That my father instilled life

into a dead man is perfectly true.

But I'm also convinced

that stories of this creature...

have been so greatly exaggerated

in the telling and the retelling...

that the simple folk of this neighbourhood

now believe him to have been...

the most fiendish monster

that ever walked this earth.

Do you honestly know of one criminal act

that this poor creature committed?

Did you ever even see him?

The most vivid recollection of my life.

I was but a child at the time,

about the age of your own son.

The monster had escaped

and was ravaging the countryside...

killing, maiming, terrorising.

One night, he burst into our house.

My father took a gun and fired at him...

but the savage brute

sent him crashing to a corner.

Then he grabbed me by the arm.

One doesn't easily forget, Herr Baron,

an arm torn out by the roots.

No, I...

My lifelong ambition

was to have been a soldier.

But for this...

I, who command seven gendarmes

in a little mountain village...

might have been a general.

I wish I could do something to...

- Won't you change your mind for brandy?

- Thank you, Baron.

I apologise if I've aroused

your sympathy...

but I have found

that by explaining my affliction...

it ceases to be quite such a curiosity.

You said there have been other murders

committed since the destruction of the...

- Of my father's work.

- Yes.

- How do you account for it?

- Well, I can't.

Neither can the special agents imported

for the purpose from Scotland Yard...

and the Suret Francaise.

There have been six, all unsolved...

and all men of some prominence

in the village.

In each case, the autopsy disclosed that

death was caused by a violent concussion.

There were no marks on the bodies...

except a slight discoloration or bruise

at the base of the brain.

But the hearts of all the victims

were ruptured.

In fact, they had burst.

Hence the local superstition

of the murdering ghost.

Need I add that it is always

alluded to as Frankenstein?

Now it's rumoured that you,

like your father, are a scientist.

The villagers have seen

the strange instruments that preceded you.

That's why I've come to warn you.

Inspector Krogh,

I should indeed seem ungrateful...

if I were not to thank you

for your interest in my welfare.

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