Frankenstein's Bride

Hmm...

Finally.

I am so happy for you two.

Let's begin.

What is love?

Our poets have struggled for centuries.

As have our writers, our artists,

our theologians.

But our scientists wondered

if it was just an equation to be solved.

And it turns out that true love

begins and ends with the heart.

It is this connection that binds.

Here stands a man before me

who was robbed of love in his first life.

Who else to fill this role than the woman

who took her own when her true love,

this man, was robbed from her.

Now finally reunited for marriage today.

So these two once lifeless vessels

now standing before me full of life,

once again.

In hopes to go forth as the beloved

ushers of a brand new...

A more blasphemous act I've never laid my eyes upon.

John Clerval.

You and your brood have travelled quite some distance

for an event you were not invited.

So you recognize me?

You have the unmistakable impression of your cousin.

The late Dr. Henry Clerval.

A profound loss to us all.

And yet we expected you at his funeral.

He did not care about him.

He doesn't care about anyone.

State your business...

Or stay for the matrimony.

-To stay? -To this abomination.

Let's continue.

Your days of playing God are over, Dr. Frankenstein.

Wait.

I assure you that I am not playing God.

That was your cousin.

My partner that wanted that distinction.

If this is about money...

We know all about your infamous Dr. Frankenstein's castle.

You can have Dr. Clerval's share.

My days of reanimating anyone are over.

You fool, Frankenstein.

No!

Stay back!

Do not let their violence keep you from your love.

You fool, Victor!

This is about what is rightfully ours!

No!

What have you done?

Can we use them?

No, it's too risky.

So kill them.

But they're dead, right?

What about Dr. Frankenstein?

We need him.

-My love! -Chop the others up.

We'll use them for mincemeat.

Oh, meat pies for dinner!

Give me that.

Move.

Ooh!

John! The fire!

We must go!

Harris, grab the rest of him.

Louise, Mary, help me with Frankenstein.

Come on, hurry!

We shall take this monster to cousin Henry's manor.

You clean that blade more than you use it.

Be thankful, sister.

If not for this blade you wouldn't be cooking

your hardy rabbit stew.

Hardy? You killed the carrot stalks mostly.

Stop bickering.

Felix does a fine job at providing food.

And you, my dear Agatha,

an equally fine job of making it edible.

You know, you both do not need to stay

and watch over me any longer.

Please, Papa.

We will stay until they find Mama.

Unless the monster got her.

Stop it.

Even in the dark I can see you bickering.

Sorry, Papa.

There is no monster.

Papa, he stood a foot above the tallest of men

with a face that--

What do I care about his face? About how tall he was?

He was frightening.

Not to me.

You can't see.

Felix, the monster you are searching for

will never look like the ghouls you used to read about

in your picture books.

They are more insidious than that.

Their minds are corrupt.

All they know is lies and deceit.

You will not recognize them

because they look like you and me.

But this creature that came up to you...

Was seeking friendship. Is that so bad?

Felix tries his best at keeping friends away.

Not true. I'm a wonderful friend.

What is it, Father?

Smoke.

Looks like it's coming from the old church at the hill.

A bad omen.

I'll grab a bucket.

I'll fetch some water.

Whoa, children. Go to the town's elders.

-Enlist help from them. -There's no time!

People could be in danger.

Mama could be in that fire.

Tread carefully.

We'll be back soon.

Bad omen. Bad omen.

Someone's alive.

Felix.

No.

Are you okay?

It's okay. It's okay. We're here to help.

Agatha, I don't know about this.

She looks dangerous.

Put that blade down. Do it.

You look hurt.

Beloved.

Oh...

My beloved.

That's the monster!

Felix, shh. Quiet. Shh.

Agatha, no! Look at her!

She must be a monster, too.

No, no. Wait.

Is that?

Beloved.

I'll call the elders.

I'm Agatha.

And that imbecile's my brother Felix.

A... gatha.

Imbecile.

Can we leave?

We have to take her back to our home.

No, we don't. Why?

We've got medicine. I can patch her up there.

We have medicine at the infirmary.

Infirmary? Do you want what happened to Mother

to happen to her?

We don't know what happened to Mother.

Well, I'm not risking that fate.

Come with us.

We can help you.

Well, at least, put that thing in here.

Come on.

Okay, let's go. This way.

Be careful.

Stop staring, Felix.

I would stop staring,

but she's cradling a monster's head right in front of me.

Stop.

This poor creature has been through enough.

You need to show a bit of decency

whilst you're in my household.

My dear, I remember your betrothed.

He came here to my cottage.

He was very kind.

Others, I'm afraid, are very nervous around my affliction.

But he treated me with respect and decency.

I was not a helpless child, and he was not a ghoulish monster.

So we owe it to him to show this woman the same courtesy.

Did you love him?

Mm-hmm.

How could she know love?

-Get out! -Felix!

This isn't right.

This isn't normal.

And I suspect she has something

to do with Mother's disappearance.

Out!

Papa, please don't be hard on Felix.

Do you want to leave, too?

Now, why were you at the church?

Her gown. I think she was getting married.

Love finds a way.

Your gown is ruined.

It must have been so pretty.

Sorry. Sorry.

I didn't mean to. I made her jump.

Are you okay?

Agatha, fetch some water, please.

Clervals.