[ Man Narrating ]
AFTER THE FIRST ATOMIC BOMB,
EINSTEIN SAID,
"IF I HAD KNOWN
WHERE THIS WOULD LEAD,
I'D HAVE BEEN A WATCHMAKER."
SO, HERE I AM...
EITHER AT THE END
OF A WORLD...
OR THE BEGINNING OF ONE.
A RECORD MUST BE KEPT...
FOR THE SANITY
OF ALL CONCERNED.
I'LL START FROM WHEN
THE TIME SLIPS
WERE JUST BEGINNING.
[ Man ]
POWER, GENTLEMEN.
POWER ENOUGH...
TO RUN THE WORLD
OR DESTROY IT.
MOST OF ALL,
YOU'VE GOT TO CONTROL IT.
THAT'S WHERE I COME IN.
STATUS?
[ Man #2 ]
D.D.Q. ON 12.
ALL SYSTEMS GO.
[ Alarm Sounding ]
[ Man #1 ]
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
I GIVE YOU THE ATOM--
NEW AND IMPROVED.
[ Man #2 On P.A. ]
POWER LEVEL-- 75.
CLIMBING.
EIGHTY-FOUR, 89, 93, 96,
96.5, 97.7,
98.1, 98.5, 98.9--
[ Man ]
IT WORKED!
A WEAPON.
A WEAPON BEYOND...
YOUR WILDEST IMAGINATION,
GENERAL.
A PARTICLE BEAM THAT SIMPLY
MAKES THE ENEMY DISAPPEAR.
PROJECT SAFE WORLD
CAN GIVE YOUR ARMED FORCES
THE POWER OF A BLACK HOLE.
- [ Loud Warbling ]
- [ General ]
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?
SOME NEGLIGIBLE
ATMOSPHERIC VIBRATION, HUH?
- BARELY MEASURABLE.
- WILL THEY FUND THE NEXT STEP?
TIME OUT, DOC.
IN THE THREE MONTHS SINCE
YOU'VE BEEN TESTING THIS THING,
WE'VE HAD FREAK WEATHER,
PEOPLE DISAPPEARING
AND THESE TIME SLIPS.
I'M SORRY, BUT WE HAVE
A VERY PUBLIC
CRISIS BREWING HERE.
ALL RIGHT, SO WE HAVE
A SIDE EFFECT TO CONTEND WITH.
IT'S NOT THE END OF THE WORLD.
THE PRESIDENT IS GETTING
A SORE THROAT FROM DENYING
ANY KNOWLEDGE OF THIS PROGRAM.
JOE, I'VE GOTTA
TELL HIM SOMETHING.
YES, WELL, TELL HIM
WHEN WE IMPLODE AN OBJECT,
IT SLIPS OUT OF TIME.
AND RIGHT NOW, WHEN IT GOES,
IT SORT OF LEAVES A DOOR OPEN.
WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO SAY
IS THAT YOU SERIOUSLY
SCREWED UP.
HE WANTED A WEAPON.
HE'S GOT A WEAPON.
WE GOT WORK TO DO.
WELL?
HE DIDN'T GO FOR IT.
JOE, IT'S NOT OVER.
THERE'S STILL TIME.
[ Man ] THE CLOUD'S
BUILDING AGAIN, JOE.
I WANTED TO CREATE A WEAPON
THAT WOULDN'T DESTROY THE WORLD.
AND LOOK WHAT I DID.
[ Man ]
IS IT REVERSIBLE?
OH, MY GOD,
I HOPE SO.
IT NEEDS MORE WORK.
I'LL NEED THE PROTOTYPE
LASER TONIGHT.
[ Female Computerized Voice ]
GOOD AFTERNOON, DR. BUCHANAN.
WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO DRIVE?
NO. I'M FEELING ENERGETIC.
I'LL DRIVE.
[ Female Newscaster ]
DEATH AND DAMAGE ATTRIBUTED
TO THIS PHENOMENON.
THERE IS STILL NO STATEMEN FROM THE PENTAGON.
AND TODAY,
WHITE HOUSE SPOKESPERSON
MARY ANN SUTTER...
AGAIN DENIED ANY CONNECTION
BETWEEN THESE SEVERE
STRATOSPHERIC DISTURBANCES--
APPARENT SLIPS IN TIME--
AND RECENT WEAPONS TESTING
AT THE HAWKINGS INSTITUTE
IN CALIFORNIA.
IN OTHER NEWS, A TRIBUTE
WILL BE HELD TOMORROW...
FOR THE LAST REMAINING PAR OF THE BRAZILIAN RAIN FOREST.
[ Computer ]
I AM TRACKING INTRUDERS
ON YOUR PROPERTY.
SHALL I CALL SECURITY?
DON'T WORRY, BABY.
IT'S JUST NEIGHBORHOOD CHILDREN.
[ Computer ]
VERY GOOD.
[ Girl Speaking, Indistinct ]
WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND.
[ Continues, Indistinct ]
[ Humming ]
WHAT HAVE WE HERE?
IS IT DEAD?
IT DIED THIS MORNING.
- HOW DO YOU KNOW IT'S DEAD?
- SHE GOT A NEW ONE.
AH! PROGRESS.
SECULAR SECULORUM.
- "FINICULI, FINICULA."
- "QUE SERA, SERA."
FAREWELL, OLD BIKE.
[ Wind Howling ]
THERE'S A STORM COMING, KIDS.
LET'S GET INSIDE.
I SAID, COME ON!
KIDS, COME ON!
COME ON! LEAVE THE BIKE!
NO!
[ Yelling ]
[ Whinnies ]
[ Boy Yelling ]
[ Whinnies ]
[ Whinnies ]
[ Beeping ]
COME ON HERE.
[ Computer ]
ZERO POLLUTION.
MAXIMUM OZONE SHIELD.
SOMETHING TELLS ME WE'RE NO IN NEW LOS ANGELES ANYMORE.
ACCESS MAINFRAME.
[ Computer ]
I AM SORRY, DR. BUCHANAN.
THE CENTRAL COMPUTER
AT HAWKINGS INSTITUTE
DOES NOT RESPOND.
ACCESS MAINFRAME THROUGH
UPLINK TYCO ORBITER.
THE TYCO ORBITER
IS NOT IN POSITION.
UPLINK ANY
AVAILABLE SATELLITE.
TRACKING.
THERE ARE NO SATELLITES.
ACCESS TELEVISION.
NOT EVEN ANY RADIO?
WE ARE ALONE, DOCTOR.
JESUS H. CHRIST!
WHERE AM I?
NO RECORD OF A MIDDLE INITIAL
FOR A JESUS CHRIST,
DR. BUCHANAN.
VERY FUNNY.
COME ON. IN.
SCIENTIFICALLY SPEAKING,
WE ARE OUT IN THE STICKS.
[ Owl Hooting ]
- [ Screeches ]
- [ Gasps ]
[ Bell Tolling ]
[ Harpsichord ]
[ Chattering ]
- WHAT PLACE IS THIS?
- THE INN AT SECHERON.
- HOW MAY I HELP YOU?
- WELL, I WOULD LIKE TO EAT.
I CAN GIVE YOU VENISON
AT TWO FRANCS,
OR TROU AT THREE AND FIVE.
AH.
[ Chuckles ]
TELL ME,
WHAT WOULD YOU GIVE ME...
FOR THIS?
FIFTY FRANCS, SWISS.
FIFTY, PLUS THE TROUT.
DONE.
TAKE A SEAT.
MIND IF I JOIN YOU?
CAN'T STOP YOU
FROM SITTING DOWN.
TELL ME, IS YOUR ATTIRE
THE RESULT OF NAPOLEON'S DEFEAT,
OR HAVE YOU BEEN
ABANDONED BY A CIRCUS?
WHERE I COME FROM,
THIS IS CONSIDERED
AN APPROPRIATE FASHION.
I'M FROM AMERICA.
AH, YES. AMERICA.
DR. JOSEPH BUCHANAN.
I AM ALSO A DOCTOR.
BUT WHY DO YOU COME
TO SECHERON...
AND DENY YOURSELF
THE CULTURE OF GENEVA?
WELL, I ENJOY THE DISTRACTIONS
OF COUNTRY LIFE.
I SCORN DISTRACTION.
THERE'S TOO MUCH WORK
TO BE DONE.
[ Beeping ]
- IS THAT A TIMEPIECE?
- YES.
MAY I SEE IT?
NO HANDS.
THE DIGITS CHANGE SHAPE.
ARE THEY FILLED WITH MERCURY?
HOW DO YOU WIND IT?
I DON'T.
IT RUNS ON ELECTRICITY.
ELECTRICITY?
BUT IT'S SO SMALL.
I JUST WANT YOU
TO KNOW, SIR,
THAT WE'RE ALL PRAYING
FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY.
- THANK YOU.
- YOU BROTHER WAS
SUCH A SWEET BOY.
MAY THE WITCH WHO KILLED HIM
BURN IN HELL.
YES, YES.
I MUST GO.
PERHAPS WE CAN DISCUSS
ELECTRICITY ANOTHER TIME.
I WOULD LIKE THAT.
OH, YES.
I WOULD LIKE THAT TOO,
DOCTOR--
FRANKENSTEIN.
ARE YOU NOT WELL, SIR?
YES, I'VE--
I'VE HEARD OF YOUR WORK.
YOU'RE MISTAKEN, SIR.
MY WORK IS QUITE UNKNOWN.
[ Man ]
MARIE, GET THE DOCTOR'S BAG.
[ Frankenstein ]
THANK YOU.
DRIVE.
COME ON! COME ON!
[ Thunderclaps ]
DRIVER, STOP AHEAD!
[ Chattering, Indistinct ]
GIVE ME WHAT I WANT!
NO! GO!
[ Yelling ]
COME NO MORE,
YOU DAMN BEAST!
WHO IS RESPONSIBLE
FOR THIS?
WHO DO YOU THINK?
[ Sinister Laughter ]
[ Barking ]
GO! GET OUT!
[ Yelling ]
GET OUT!
GET OUT!
[ Yells ]
[ Yelping, Barking ]
[ Beeping, Whirring ]
GOOD MORNING, DR. BUCHANAN.
POWER ON.
MANUAL DRIVE.
MANUAL DRIVE
IS COMMENCING NOW.
SUPPOSITION. ONE:
WE'VE SUFFERED A TIME SLIP.
TWO: THE TIME SLIP
PHENOMENON'S RELATED TO
IMPLOSION EXPERIMENTS.
WHAT IS THE PROBABILITY
OF REVERSING TIME SLIP
USING PROTOTYPE LASER PROJECTOR?
THAT IS
AN INTERESTING QUESTION.
WITHOUT ACCESS TO
THE MAINFRAME, I WILL NEED
APPROXIMATELY 96 HOURS.
- GO TO WORK.
- YES, DR. BUCHANAN.
MY SENSORS INDICATE
WE ARE NEAR AN URBAN CENTER.
ANY INSTRUCTIONS?
BE A GOOD GIRL.
MY OPTIONS ARE LIMITED.
FILL IT ALL THE WAY
TO THE TOP.
YES, SIR.
[ Man ]
ORDER. ORDER, PLEASE!
[ Raps Gavel ]
THE OVERWHELMING EVIDENCE
PRESENTED TODAY...
WILL PROVE THAT JUSTINE MORITZ
DID BRAZENLY COMMI THIS MOST VILE CRIME,
THIS UNFORGIVABLE ACT AGAINS THE PEOPLE OF GENEVA...
AND, MY FRIENDS,
AGAINST ALL MANKIND.
EXCUSE ME, REVEREND.
ARE THE SEATS NEXT TO...
THE YOUNG LADY OVER THERE
OPEN TO THE PUBLIC?
OBVIOUSLY, GOOD SIR,
YOU ARE A STRANGER HERE.
SORRY. I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
[ Reverend ]
THAT IS LORD BYRON'S MISTRESS.
THE LORD BYRON
LIVES HERE IN GENEVA?
ACROSS THE LAKE IN SIN...
WITH THE POET SHELLEY
AND MARY GODWIN.
[ Buchanan ]
YOU MEAN MARY SHELLEY.
THEY ARE NOT MARRIED.
PERHAPS NOT.
BUT SHE'S A GREAT WRITER.
EXCUSE ME.
A GIANT, YOU SAY?
WELL, THE TALLEST MAN
I EVER SEEN, SIR.
AND YET, YOU SAW HIM
ONLY AT NIGHT?
YES, SIR.
BUT HIS FOOTPRINTS
WENT ALL OVER MY FIELD
COME MORNING.
I DUG ONE UP
TO SHOW YOU, SIR.
HERE'S YOUR BOX, SIR.
RAISE IT.
SHOW THE COURT.
[ Laughter ]
YOUR HONOR, THAT WAS
THE FOOTPRINT OF THE BEAS WHAT KILLED MY SHEEP.
I SWEAR IT!
I'VE SEEN IT WITH MY OWN EYES!
NOW, WHAT IF
IT WAS THE SAME BRUTE
WHAT KILLED THE LITTLE BOY?
[ Laughter ]
WELL, HOW DO YOU SUPPOSE
I LOST THE SHEEP? HUH?
HOW DO YOU SUPPOSE I GO THIS GASH ON MY FOREHEAD?
- SPIRITS.
- [ Laughter ]
NEXT WITNESS.
YOUR HONOR, JUSTINE MORITZ
IS AN INNOCENT CHILD.
- SIR, YOU'VE HAD YOUR SAY.
- SHE'S INNOCEN AS THE BLESSED VIRGIN.
FORGIVE ME, MISS GODWIN.
THE YOUNG GIRL OVER THERE,
IS SHE THE ONE ON TRIAL?
YES. SHE'S ACCUSED OF KILLING
WILLIAM FRANKENSTEIN,
WHO WAS SIX.
SHE LACKS THE PHYSICAL STRENGTH
NECESSARY TO COMMI THE CRIME AS DESCRIBED,
SO, OF COURSE,
SHE'S ACCUSED OF WITCHCRAFT.
IT IS A TRAVESTY.
YES, BUT EXCELLENT MATERIAL
FOR A BOOK, I SUPPOSE.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN, SIR?
- MY NAME IS JOSEPH BUCHANAN.
I'M A GREAT ADMIRER
OF YOUR WORK, MISS GODWIN.
YOU MUST BE CONFUSING ME
WITH SOMEONE ELSE,
MR. BUCHANAN.
I'VE NEVER BEEN PUBLISHED.
CAN YOU IDENTIFY THIS?
IT'S THE LOCKET...
THAT BELONGED TO WILLIAM.
CAN YOU EXPLAIN HOW THIS CHARM
CAME TO BE AMONGS YOUR BELONGINGS?
WHEN I AWOKE,
I FOUND IT.
THE TRUTH IS,
YOU TOOK IT AFTER KILLING
WILLIAM FRANKENSTEIN,
AFTER BREAKING HIS NECK
AND WRENCHING HIS ARM
FROM HIS BODY!
COME, GIRL! ADMIT IT,
AND ALLOW YOURSELF THE MERCY
OF GOD'S FORGIVENESS.
NO! NO!
I-I DIDN'T DO IT!
EXCUSE ME.
NOW, AS TO THE CHARGE
OF WITCHCRAFT--
YOUR HONOR, WE FIND
JUSTINE MORITZ GUILTY...
OF THE MURDER
OF WILLIAM FRANKENSTEIN.
JUSTINE MORITZ,
YOU HAVE HEARD THE VERDICT.
YOU ARE HEREBY SENTENCED
TO HANG BY THE NECK TILL DEAD.
EXECUTION IS SCHEDULED
FOR TOMORROW AT NOON.
POOR KID.
VICTOR, I BEG YOU
NOT TO GO.
WHERE ARE YOU?
I KNOW YOU HAVE RETURNED.
REVEAL YOURSELF.
- [ Growls ]
- [ Gasps ]
WHO ARE YOU?
GIVE ME WHAT YOU PROMISED,
OR I WILL BREAK HIM, VICTOR!
I WILL CRUSH EVERYONE
AROUND YOU!
THEN I WILL CRUSH YOU.
[ Whimpering ]
YOU MADE ME.
NOW YOU WOULD DESTROY ME.
WHY?
- YOU MURDERED MY BROTHER.
- MUR-DERED?
YOU STOPPED HIS LIFE!
HE WAS EASILY CRUSHED.
YOU SHOULD HAVE MADE HIM
STRONG, VICTOR, LIKE ME.
I DID NOT MAKE WILLIAM.
NO?
THEN... WHO DID?
HE WAS BORN OF WOMAN,
YOU MONSTROUS WRETCH.
I DID NOT ASK
TO BE MADE MONSTROUS!
I AM ALONE AND MISERABLE.
MAKE ME A MATE
AS YOU PROMISED.
MAKE ME A MATE,
AND YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN.
I WILL NEVER MAKE
ANOTHER LIKE YOU.
MAKE ME A MATE,
OR I WILL...
MURDER ELIZABETH.
VICTOR!
WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?
ARE YOU FROM THE COURT?
I TOLD YOU, I AM A DOCTOR.
I KNOW OF YOUR DISCOVERY.
I KNOW THAT YOU PUT LIFE
INTO THAT CREATURE,
AND I KNOW THAT HE IS KILLING.
I WANTED TO GIVE MAN
THE POWER TO CREATE LIFE,
TO FREE HIM FROM
A CRUEL AND FICTITIOUS GOD.
WHAT MAN EVER ACHIEVED THAT?
SCIENTISTS...
HAVE MADE FAR GREATER MONSTERS
THAN YOURS, VICTOR.
TELL THE TRUTH.
SHOW THE WORLD
WHAT YOU HAVE CREATED.
IMPOSSIBLE.
I'VE CREATED AN ABOMINATION.
WHAT ABOUT JUSTINE?
WHO WILL FREE HER FROM THE MOB?
YOU CANNOT LET HER
PAY FOR YOUR SINS.
WHAT SINS?
I'M A SCIENTIST.
I CANNOT SIN. SHE MUST DIE.
THE TRUTH IS TOO UNBEARABLE.
IF YOU WANT TO EASE
YOUR CONSCIENCE ABOUT WILLIAM,
THEN HELP THE GIRL.
IF THEY KILL HER,
HOW WILL YOU LIVE
WITH YOURSELF AFTER THAT?
I DON'T KNOW.
HELP THE GIRL, VICTOR.
CONTINUOUS FLOW OF INK
CONTAINED IN BARREL.
REMARKABLE.
DID YOU MAKE IT CLEAR
THAT THE GIRL IS INNOCENT?
AND YOU SIMPLY LICK THIS?
YES. IT TASTES LIKE--
PEPPERMINT.
[ Laughing ]
VICTOR, THE GIRL.
YES, CERTAINLY.
THE GIRL IS INNOCENT.
GOOD. THEN I SHALL TAKE
THIS LETTER IN THE MORNING...
AND DELIVER I TO THE JUDGE IN PERSON.
NO, NOT THE JUDGE.
YOU MUST DELIVER I TO MY FIANCE, ELIZABETH.
SHE'S OF GOOD FAMILY,
AND THE JUDGE
WILL LISTEN TO HER.
YOU ARE TRULY
A MARVEL, BUCHANAN.
THIS ELECTRIC CARRIAGE--
YOU HAVE MASTERED
THERMODYNAMICS,
GEOMAGNETISM,
SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE.
WHERE DO YOU COME FROM?
THE MOON?
MOUNT OLYMPUS?
I LIVE IN THE SAME WORLD
YOU LIVE IN.
YES, TRULY.
THE WORLD OF SCIENCE.
WE ARE BROTHERS, DOCTOR.
[ Spectators Gasping,
Cheering ]
[ Both Giggling ]
- [ Growls ]
- [ Both Scream ]
- WHO MADE YOU?
- WHO ARE YOU?
WHO MADE YOU?
DID VICTOR MAKE YOU?
[ Together ]
HELP! HELP!
BACK TO THE GATE, BOYS!
- [ Growls ]
- [ High-pitched Whistle ]
[ Grunting ]
STOP THAT!
STOP... THAT!
- [ Gasping ]
- STOP THAT.
[ Groaning ]
FRANKENSTEIN VILLA?
IS ELIZABETH HERE?
IF YOU MEAN MISS LEVENZA,
SHE DOES NOT LIVE IN THIS HOUSE.
VICTOR ASSURES ME
THAT SHE IS HERE.
I HAVE AN URGENT LETTER
FOR HER. AH, AH!
VICTOR ASKED ME TO DELIVER
IT TO HER IN PERSON.
THANK YOU.
STAY. I WILL INFORM
MISS LEVENZA YOU ARE HERE.
[ Chattering, Indistinct ]
GOD DISAPPROVES OF
THE EAVESDROPPER, SIR,
AS DO I.
WON'T YOU COME IN?
I CANNOT SAY THA I AM GRATEFUL, SIR,
BUT I DO THANK YOU
FOR YOUR TROUBLE.
- ALLOW ME TO ESCORT YOU
TO THE JUDGE.
- BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?
WELL, THEY'RE GOING TO HANG
JUSTINE MORITZ AT NOON.
I'M AFRAID NO ONE
COULD PROVE HER INNOCENCE.
BUT THE LETTER
EXPLAINS HER INNOCENCE.
THERE IS NOTHING HERE
ABOUT JUSTINE.
VICTOR WARNS ME THA I MUST LEAVE GENEVA IMMEDIATELY
FOR MY SAFETY.
WHERE HAS VICTOR GONE?
YOU MUST TELL ME,
OR JUSTINE WILL DIE.
WERNER!
LISTEN TO ME.
VICTOR'S BROTHER
IS ALREADY DEAD.
OTHERS HAVE BEEN KILLED,
AND MORE WILL FOLLOW
UNLESS WE ACT.
- VICTOR IS RESPONSIBLE,
ELIZABETH!
- WHO ARE YOU?
WHY WOULD YOU TURN ME
AGAINST VICTOR?
- WERNER.
- I WANT TO HELP HIM, ELIZA--
ELIZABETH.
REFERENCE MARY SHELLEY.
BORN:
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT GODWIN.
MARY SHELLEY.
BORN: 1797. DIED: 1851.
MISTRESS TO THE POE LORD BYRON, AND WIFE
TO THE POET PERCY SHELLEY.
SHE IS CHIEFLY REMEMBERED
AS THE AUTHOR
OF THE NOVEL FRANKENSTEIN.
HARD COPY NOVEL.
PRINTING A HARD COPY.
THE SUBJECT MATTER
IS ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE.
MISS SHELLEY WROTE THE BOOK WHEN
SHE WAS ONLY 19 YEARS OLD...
WHILE LIVING
WITH BYRON AND SHELLEY
AT THE VILLA DIODATI,
PRESENTLY SOME 200 YARDS
NORTH-NORTHEAST.
BE FOREWARNED, DR. BUCHANAN,
PROBABILITY IS HIGH THA THEY ARE LATE SLEEPERS.
[ Thunderclap ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Chuckles ]
MAYBE YOU COULD, UH,
POINT THAT THING ANOTHER WAY?
WHY SO?
TOURIST SHOOTING SEASON
OPENED TODAY.
I'VE BAGGED THREE ALREADY.
YES, BUT I'D HATE TO BE SHO WITHOUT A PROPER INTRODUCTION.
YOU MUST BE LORD BYRON.
I HAVE NO INTENTION
OF INTRODUCING MYSELF,
AND I FEEL QUITE PERSECUTED
WHEN BRITISH TRESPASSERS
LOAF ABOUT MY PROPERTY.
NO, I'M NOT A TRESPASSER.
I'M AN ADMIRER.
DR. JOE BUCHANAN.
YOU'RE NOT BRITISH, ARE YOU?
WELL, I'M SORT OF, UH,
NOUVEAU AMERICAN.
- WHAT ABOUT THOSE?
- WHAT?
THOSE CONTRIVANCES.
OH.
THESE ARE A GIFT...
TO ONE OF THE GREATES VISIONARIES OF THE 19th CENTURY.
MY GOD.
THESE LENSES ARE EXCEPTIONAL.
ARE YOU AN INVENTOR?
A SCIENTIST.
REALLY?
I THOUGH ALL AMERICAN SCIENTISTS
WERE NAMED BENJAMIN FRANKLIN.
AH. LET'S SEE WHA MISTRESS MARY'S DOING.
DAMN.
NOTHING SCANDALOUS.
WRITING AS USUAL.
WHAT A WASTE OF FEMALE TALENT.
PERHAPS MISS GODWIN
HAS LITERARY TALENT AS WELL.
WHAT DO YOU WANT HERE, SIR?
I MUST SEE MARY.
MISS GODWIN.
A SUITOR?
OH, NO.
WHAT WILL SHELLEY SAY?
WE BREAKFAST LATE, BUCHANAN.
JOIN US.
PROVE YOURSELF
AN AMUSING GUEST.
WE SUFFER FROM
TOO MUCH PEACE HERE.
[ Buchanan ]
THERE IS MURDER AT HAND
IN GENEVA.
WELL, NOW, WHAT'S THIS?
A BAILIFF, I HOPE,
OR A POET.
MEET PERCY SHELLEY,
MY FELLOW REPROBATE
IN EXILE.
AH, HE'S RISEN.
JOE BUCHANAN.
AN AMERICAN SCIENTIST.
MMM.
AND ARE THOSE SLIPPERS
AMERICAN TOO?
I'VE QUIZZED HIM
ALREADY, PERCY.
THEY WERE MADE
BY A MR. FLORSHEIM
IN A REDUNDANCY...
CALLED NEW YORK, NEW YORK.
WHAT BRINGS YOU
ALL THE WAY TO
OUR LITTLE PARADISE, DOCTOR?
JUST ANOTHER MOTH
DRAWN TO MARY'S GLIB.
LISTEN, I'M HERE
BECAUSE OF THE IMMINEN EXECUTION OF JUSTINE MORITZ.
I BELIEVE
HE WANTS TO TAKE MARY
TO THE HANGING.
HOW ROMANTIC.
YOU KNOW HOW IT IS,
PERCY.
SEX AND DEATH.
[ Chuckles ]
AH!
THERE SHE IS.
MY LOVE.
MARY,
ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE...
DR. JOSEPH BUCHANAN.
AS IT HAPPENS,
WE'VE ALREADY MET.
HOW DO YOU DO AGAIN,
DR. BUCHANAN?
[ Thunder Rumbling ]
THAT IS THE MOST MYSTERIOUS
CLOUD I'VE EVER SEEN.
I SEE A REMOTE
SUNLIGHT GLEAN...
AS THOUGH T'WERE NO A CLOUD AT ALL,
BUT A GATEWAY
TO A DISTANT WORLD.
WHAT DID YOU WAN TO SEE ME ABOUT,
DR. BUCHANAN?
MISS GODWIN, I KNOW
THAT YOU'VE BEEN FOLLOWING
THE TRIAL OF JUSTINE MORITZ.
YOU MUST HELP ME TRY
AND STOP HER FROM HANGING.
- WHY COME TO ME?
- BECAUSE YOU KNOW THA THE GIRL IS INNOCENT.
YOU KNOW THE TRUTH.
WELL, THAT'S WHA YOUR BOOK IS ABOUT.
WHAT DO YOU KNOW
OF MY BOOK?
I'VE ONLY A FEW CHAPTERS
OF THE STORY.
ARE YOU FROM A JOURNAL, SIR?
WORSE. MAYBE A PUBLISHER.
YES, I BELIEVE
THE GIRL IS INNOCENT.
BUT I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING
THAT WOULD HELP HER.
FORGIVE ME. I THOUGH THAT YOU KNEW THE TRUTH.
I THOUGHT THA YOU COULD HELP ME.
[ Jeering, Shouting ]
BACK OFF!
PLEASE, SIR. I'VE MADE
MY PEACE WITH GOD.
THE GIRL GOES FREE!
[ Protesting, Shouting ]
SOMEBODY HELP--
[ Laughter ]
NO!
[ Men Shouting ]
[ Yelling ]
[ Groaning ]
WE'RE GOING TO MAKE YOU BETTER.
SHH.
THE GIRL--
THEY KILLED THE GIRL.
AND THEY VERY NEARLY
KILLED YOU TOO.
I WATCHED THE WHOLE
TERRIBLE INCIDENT WITH THESE.
OH.
YOU WERE VERY BRAVE...
AND FOOLISH.
HOW DID YOU GET HERE?
I SAILED ACROSS THE LAKE
TO RESCUE YOU.
HOW DID YOU KNOW
I WAS WRITING A BOOK?
IT'S A LONG STORY, MARY.
WELL, IT'S USUALLY BETTER
TO START AT THE BEGINNING.
SUPPOSE I SHOW YOU INSTEAD?
IS THIS YOUR CARRIAGE?
YES. YES, IT IS.
IT'S AMAZING.
LIKE TO GO FOR A RIDE?
I'D BE DELIGHTED.
GOOD AFTERNOON, MARY.
I AM NOT A CARRIAGE, BUT A CAR.
LET'S FLY.
ARE WE FLYING?
NO. IT'S JUS A GREAT SUSPENSION SYSTEM.
[ Horse Whinnies ]
I'VE NEVER EVEN IMAGINED
ANYONE LIKE YOU BEFORE.
WELL, THAT'S NOT SURPRISING,
BECAUSE I DON'T EXIST YET.
I'M FROM THE FUTURE.
[ Chuckles ]
WELL, THAT'S ABSURD.
I KNOW OF YOUR BOOK
BECAUSE I'VE READ IT.
BUT THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
I'VE ONLY JUST STARTED WRITING.
AND YOU'LL FINISH I AND YOU'LL PUBLISH IT...
AND YOU'LL ADD A NEW WORD
TO EVERY LANGUAGE ON EARTH--
FRANKENSTEIN.
- THIS SAYS MARY SHELLEY.
- CONGRATULATIONS.
MY BOOK!
MY BOOK WILL BE KNOWN
IN THE FUTURE.
HOW DOES IT END?
HOW DO I END? AND SHELLEY--
DO WE DIE YOUNG?
DO YOU REALLY WAN TO KNOW THAT?
STOP THE CAR.
I'LL HAVE MY OWN LIFE.
WELL, JOE FROM THE FUTURE,
WHEREVER DID YOU COME FROM?
[ Buchanan ]
THERE.
PERCY'S CLOUD.
HE WAS RIGHT.
IT IS THE GATEWAY
TO ANOTHER WORLD.
I MADE IT,
CAME THROUGH IT,
FRACTURED THE CORE
OF TIME AND SPACE.
I WANTED TO DO
THE WORLD A FAVOR.
BUT LIKE VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN,
I CREATED A MONSTER.
THEN IT'S TRUE.
DR. FRANKENSTEIN
HAS CREATED A MAN.
I'M AFRAID IT IS.
IT IS AN ABOMINATION
IN THE EYES OF GOD.
YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN GOD?
I DON'T KNOW.
I SEE.
SCIENCE IS YOUR RELIGION.
WELL, I NEVER THOUGH OF IT LIKE THAT.
I'VE TRIED TO IMAGINE
WHAT A MAN OF SCIENCE
MUST LIVE WITH.
I THINK HE LIVES
WITH MADNESS.
WITH MADNESS?
THE MADNESS
OF POSSIBILITY.
I'M SORRY IF I'VE SAID
SOMETHING TO UPSET YOU, JOE.
UPSET ME?
MARY, YOU AMAZE ME.
YOU LIVE IN THE 19th CENTURY,
AND YET YOU UNDERSTAND
THE FUTURE
INFINITELY BETTER THAN I DO.
I WISH I DID.
[ Laughing ]
PERCY AND BYRON
PREACH FREE LOVE.
I PRACTICE IT.
YOU AND I ARE UNDER
AN ENCHANTMENT, JOE.
WILL YOU FLY TO
SOME OTHER PLACE IN TIME?
I WISH IT WERE THAT EASY.
THIS PLACE, THIS TIME--
I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND
WHY I ENDED UP HERE.
I'M AFRAID I HAVE A THEORY.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR IT?
MM-HMM.
I THINK YOU'RE HERE
TO STOP DR. FRANKENSTEIN.
- WERNER?
- MISTRESS?
- PLEASE PREPARE MY CARRIAGE.
- SHALL I DRIVE YOU,
MISS LEVENZA?
NO, I MUST GO ALONE...
TO SEE DR. FRANKENSTEIN.
AS YOU WISH.
ARE YOU GOING
TO KILL IT?
NO, QUITE THE OPPOSITE.
I MUST MAKE HIM A MATE.
YOU WERE A MADMAN.
YOU HEARD HIM.
HE THREATENED
TO KILL ELIZABETH.
BUCHANAN, PLEASE.
I HAVE LAID
ALL THE GROUNDWORK,
BUT I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE
TO STORE ENOUGH ELECTRICITY.
I KNOW YOU HAVE ABILITIES
BEYOND MY OWN IN SUCH MATTERS.
I THINK I SHOULD
SHOW YOU SOMETHING.
[ Grunting ]
- [ Whimpering ]
- [ Horse Whinnies ]
[ Frankenstein ]
WHAT IS THIS?
VICTOR,
THIS IS YOUR FUTURE.
[ Elizabeth Screaming ]
[ Growling ]
[ Screaming ]
[ Whinnies ]
WHO ARE YOU?
WHAT ARE YOU?
VICTOR MADE ME.
VICTOR?
BUT I AM TO BE
VICTOR'S WIFE.
- HE WOULD NOT WANT YOU
TO HURT ME.
- I KNOW.
[ Whimpering ]
[ Screaming ]
[ Whinnies ]
A HUMAN BEING IS NO MATCH
FOR MY CREATURE.
WE ARE NOT VERY WELL MADE,
YOU KNOW.
OUR EYES ARE POOR,
OUR LIMBS USE MUSCLES
TO THE DISADVANTAGE OF BOTH.
I HAVE MADE
WONDERFUL IMPROVEMENTS.
WONDERFUL IMPROVEMENTS.
[ Men Shouting ]
VICTOR!
THERE'S SOMETHING OVER HERE!
MR. VICTOR!
THERE HE IS.
HANG ON A SECOND.
I DIDN'T DO THIS.
- GET THE ROPE.
- [ Man ] GET HIM!
GET HIM UP!
[ Grunts ]
STRING HIM UP!
HANG HIM!
USE THE TREE!
[ Grunting ]
HERE'S A ROPE!
[ Breathing Heavily ]
[ Man Yells ]
[ Gasping ]
LET'S GET HIM!
[ Bones Cracking ]
[ Man Yelling ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Groans ]
[ Growling ]
STOP!
[ Yells ]
[ Growling Continues ]
[ Bones Cracking ]
[ Groaning ]
[ Gasping ]
BE CAREFUL.
HE CAN HELP US.
[ Groaning ]
AN ABOMINATION
IN THE EYES OF GOD.
ARE YOU ALIVE?
YES. I THINK SO.
GOOD.
[ Buchanan Grunts ]
[ Thunder Rumbling ]
AH, BUCHANAN, YOU'RE AWAKE.
BRING HIM HERE.
I'VE BEEN STUDYING THIS PAMPHLE THAT EXPLAINS YOUR CARRIAGE.
I PRESUME IT CAN STORE ENORMOUS
AMOUNTS OF ELECTRICAL POWER.
YES, IT CAN.
BUT YOU HAVE TO SUPPLY
THE SUPERCONDUCTOR...
WITH TREMENDOUS POWER
TO BEGIN WITH.
[ Thunder Rumbling ]
[ Thunderclap ]
YOU'LL GET NO HELP FROM ME.
[ Frankenstein ]
BUCHANAN,
IT COULD TAKE ME A FEW DAYS
TO ANALYZE THIS MACHINE
ON MY OWN.
[ Gasping ]
PERHAPS YOU WOULD LIKE
MORE TIME TO THINK ABOUT IT?
I COULD LET HIM PLAY WITH YOU
ALL NIGHT.
[ Gasping Continues ]
[ Coughing ]
SO, CAN YOU MAKE I WORK FOR ME?
[ Thunder Rumbling ]
I MUST PREPARE.
WATCH HIM.
[ Computer ]
GOOD EVENING, DR. BUCHANAN.
MY SENSORS INDICATE
SUBSTANTIAL DAMAGE
TO MY ELECTRICAL SYSTEM.
SO FORGET THAT.
HAVE YOU COMPLETED
THE CALCULATIONS I ASKED FOR?
YES. ALL PROBABILITIES
INDICATE THAT...
IT IS NOT POSSIBLE
TO REVERSE A TIME SLIP EFFECT.
NOT POSSIBLE? WHY NOT?
- TIME SPACE UNBOUND.
- COME ON. EXPLAIN YOURSELF.
TIME SPACE UNBOUND
IS THE LOGICAL OUTCOME
OF YOUR EXPERIMENT, DOCTOR.
YOU HAVE INTRODUCED
A NEW CONDITION
INTO THE PHYSICAL WORLD.
- WHAT IS THAT?
- IT'S A MACHINE THAT THINKS...
AND TALKS.
WHAT IS THE PROBABILITY
OF SURVIVING
A LASER-GENERATED IMPLOSION?
- DID YOU MAKE IT?
- YES.
THE PROBABILITY IS HIGH
THAT YOU WILL BE TRANSPORTED...
TO A NEW PLACE AND TIME.
IS IT A MAN?
NO, IT IS NOT A MAN.
[ Thunderclap ]
ARE YOU STRONG ENOUGH...
TO CARRY THOSE CABLES...
TO THE TOP OF THE BELL TOWER?
YES. VICTOR MADE ME
VERY STRONG.
GOOD BOY.
[ Thunderclap ]
VICTOR DID NOT MAKE YOU,
DID HE?
NO. LOOK!
CAN YOU CLIMB UP...
AND CONNECT THE COIL
TO THE BOTTOM OF THE CROSS?
[ Thunderclap ]
[ Thunderclap ]
WHO MADE YOU?
I DON'T KNOW!
GOD, MAYBE!
[ Thunderclap ]
THROW THIS OVER.
NOW THE OTHER ONE.
[ Chuckling ]
WHO IS GOD MAYBE?
I THINK YOU'D BETTER ASK
VICTOR ABOUT THAT.
YES, I WILL.
[ Thunderclap ]
[ Thunderclap ]
- LOAD LASER IMPLOSION PROGRAM.
- LOADING NOW.
WHEN YOU GET MAXIMUM POWER,
THEN YOU JUST TURN
MY LITTLE BABY ON.
GOOD-BYE, DR. BUCHANAN.
[ Water Bubbling ]
[ Thunderclap ]
[ Thunderclap ]
[ Gasps ]
LEAVE HER!
[ Thunderclap ]
[ Thunderclap ]
MY GOD, VICTOR.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
I AM REVERSING
A GROSS MISTAKE OF FATE.
NO. THE PAIN AND THE GUILT...
HAVE DRIVEN YOU INSANE.
OH, HAVE THEY NOW?
WELL, I CAN LIVE WITH PAIN,
AND I CAN LIVE WITH GUILT.
SUBDUE HIM.
[ Grunts ]
[ Yells ]
IT IS ELIZABETH
I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT.
AND SHE WILL HAVE NEW LIFE.
NO ONE CAN CREATE A SOUL.
[ Laughing ]
THE SOUL?
THAT'S A CRUTCH FOR WEAKER MEN
THAN YOU AND I, BUCHANAN.
[ Thunderclap ]
THERE NOW.
IT BEGINS.
PULL THE FIRST LEVER.
- [ Machinery Whirring ]
- [ Car Computer Beeps ]
POWER TO IMPLOSION
IS NOW 98.1% AND RISING.
[ Thunder Rumbling ]
POWER, 96.5, HOLDING.
- THE NEXT TWO LEVERS.
- [ Thunderclap ]
NOW!
[ Whirring Intensifies ]
[ Whirring Stops ]
NO. NO!
WE MUST HAVE MORE POWER
OR SHE WILL DIE!
- THERE'S NOTHING MORE
THAT I CAN DO!
- [ Thunderclap ]
PULL EVERY REMAINING LEVER.
[ Thunderclap ]
[ Gasping ]
[ Whirring Intensifies ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Thunderclap ]
[ Thunderclap ]
[ Elizabeth Gasping ]
MAXIMUM INPUT.
BEGIN IMPLOSION SEQUENCE.
[ Electricity Arcing ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Thunderclap ]
[ Grunting ]
SHE LIVES.
[ Thunderclap ]
SHE LIVES!
[ Grunting Continues ]
[ Beeping ]
ACTIVATE LASER.
[ Loud Whirring ]
[ Thunder Rumbling ]
[ Whirring Intensifies ]
WHAT IS HAPPENING?
MEET... MY MONSTER.
[ Explosion ]
[ Wind Howling ]
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
- VICTOR.
- PUT IT BACK THE WAY IT WAS.
I CAN'T.
PUT IT BACK THE WAY IT WAS,
OR I WILL KILL YOU.
THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO.
THEN DAMN YOU.
[ Elizabeth Gasping ]
[ Groans ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Gasps ]
ELIZABETH?
YES. IT'S VICTOR.
STEP AWAY NOW.
COME HERE.
COME TO ME.
[ Crying ]
NO.
[ Yells ]
[ Sobs ]
NO!
[ Grunting ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Grunting, Yelling ]
[ Bones Cracking ]
[ Yells ]
[ Sobs ]
VICTOR.
KILL HIM.
[ Exhales ]
[ Buchanan's Voice ]
THE RUPTURE OF SPACE AND TIME IS
SPREADING IN A CHAIN REACTION.
WHO KNOWS WHAT EXISTS
IN THIS FROZEN TOMORROW?
APART FROM HIM,
THE ONLY SIGNS OF LIFE
IN THIS REMOTE PLACE...
ARE REMNANTS OF
A FUTURE CIVILIZATION.
[ Machinery Beeping, Faint ]
[ Beeping Continues ]
[ Machinery Whirring ]
[ Male Computerized Voice ]
WELCOME, DR. BUCHANAN.
[ Whirring Continues ]
[ Whirring Intensifies ]
[ Thud ]
[ Whirring Stops ]
[ Gasps ]
THIS WORLD YOU MADE
IS BETTER THAN VICTOR'S.
IT IS BARREN
AS I AM BARREN,
LONELY AS I AM ALONE.
I DIDN'T CREATE THIS.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE WE ARE.
THIS IS THE BRAIN
OF THE GREAT CITY BEYOND.
THE LAST REFUGE...
OF MANKIND.
[ Machinery Whirring ]
[ Whirring Stops ]
[ Whirring Resumes ]
[ Growling ]
WHAT AM I...
THAT YOU MUST...
DESTROY ME?
AN ABOMINATION
IN THE EYES OF GOD.
SO WHAT ARE YOU?
I AM FRANKENSTEIN.
[ Groans ]
[ Yells ]
[ Growling ]
[ Groaning ]
[ Yelling ]
[ Gasping ]
[ Yells ]
[ Growling ]
[ Growling Continues ]
[ Male Computer Voice ]
POWER ON, DR. BUCHANAN.
[ Machinery Whirring ]
[ Whirring Intensifies ]
[ Whirring Stops ]
[ Footsteps ]
[ Breathing Heavily ]
[ Machinery Whirring ]
[ Gagging ]
[ Whirring Intensifies ]
[ Grunting ]
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!
[ Groaning ]
YOU CANNOT...
KILL ME!
[ Gagging ]
[ Machine Beeping ]
[ Machinery Whirring ]
[ Monster's Voice ]
YOU THINK YOU HAVE KILLED ME,
BUT I AM WITH YOU FOREVER.
I AM UNBOUND.