The Ghost of Frankenstein

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There's a curse upon this village...

the curse of Frankenstein.

Aye.

Aye, it is true.

The whole countryside shuns the village.

Our fields are barren, the inn is empty.

My little ones cry in their sleep.

They are hungry. There is no bread.

It's the curse, the curse of Frankenstein.

This is nonsense, folks.

You talk as though

these were the Dark Ages.

You know as well as I do...

that the monster died in the sulphur pit

under Frankenstein's tower...

and that Ygor, his familiar...

was riddled with bullets

from the gun of Baron Frankenstein himself.

But Ygor does not die that easily.

They hanged him and broke his neck,

but he lives.

Haven't I seen him,

sitting beside the hardened sulphur pit...

playing his weird horn,

as if to lure the monster...

back from death to do his evil bidding.

You talk like frightened children.

Well, if something isn't done...

there'll be a new mayor

after the fall election.

Aye!

- What do you want me to do?

- Destroy the castle.

Wipe the last traces of these

accursed Frankensteins from our land.

- The people are right, Your Honour.

- I agree, Your Honour.

I don't believe that these dead wretches

can affect the prosperity of this village.

But do as you will with the castle. It's yours.

We'll blow it up!

Look! Old Ygor!

I told you he was alive.

All the more reason to blow up the castle.

Die, you fiend! You swine!

My friend!

They didn't kill you!

You lived through the pit,

the sulphur pit!

Sulphur was good for you, wasn't it?

It preserved you.

We have to hurry. Hurry.

Come. I help you, my friend.

Come, my friend.

Now you live forever.

They can't destroy you.

Come. We go away.

We have to hurry.

They dynamite the castle.

They're too late. We fooled them.

Come. We go to the country.

A better country than this.

No!

Come back!

No!

The lightning.

It is good for you.

Your father was Frankenstein.

But your mother was the lightning.

She has come down to you again.

We will go to Ludwig,

the second son of Frankenstein.

He has all the secrets of his father,

who created you.

We will force him

to harness the lightning for you.

It will give you strength,

strength of a hundred men.

Come.

We are going to find Dr. Frankenstein.

There you are, gentlemen.

The usual post-surgical treatment.

Think of it.

The first time the human brain

has been removed from the skull...

subjected to surgery, and then replaced.

With success, we hope.

After all, Dr. Frankenstein,

we have to remember...

the patient was violently dementia praecox.

Medical science has advanced a great deal...

since you made your experiment,

Dr. Bohmer.

It's unfortunate

that it had such tragic consequences.

But you blazed the trail.

It was you who pointed the way.

If you should want me, gentlemen,

I shall be in my library completing my notes.

- How's the patient, Dr. Kettering?

- All indications excellent.

Respiration, pulse, everything.

- Wonderful, wasn't it?

- Yes.

Wonderful.

A bit belated, perhaps,

but wonderful nevertheless.

Why live always in the past,

Dr. Bohmer?

You've allowed that one mistake of yours

to embitter your whole life.

Mistake? No.

Just a slight miscalculation, that's all.

But my experiment was a success.

In those days...

I was the master.

Frankenstein was just the pupil.

But I made a slight miscalculation.

Please, what is the name of this village?

- Vasaria.

- Pretty place.

Is there a doctor named Frankenstein...

Ludwig Frankenstein in the village?

You mean the one who heals those

who are sick in mind?

Yes. That's the one I mean.

- Do you know the doctor?

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