- Klaus? Where are you? - Over here.
Come and get warm!
I will.
- What's in the pot? - What's left of the rabbit.
- Where'd you get to? - Ingolstadt.
- Any luck? - No.
They're jittery as hell.
The women and children are locked indoors,
the men go armed with cudgels, what's going on?
Scared of their own shadows they are in Ingolstadt.
Tomorrow we'll move on.
- Try and beg some bread. - This is all right, though.
Nice bit of rabbit.
A man needs bread.
I met a woman in Augsburg once, her husband was a baker.
I hung around Augsburg for a very long time.
- Nice place, Augsburg. - Very nice place. Welcoming.
What's that?
- What is it? - I don't know.
Piss off!
Bugger off!
Watch out!
Run, quick!
- But the food... - Leave it, Gustav!
- Look at the state of it! - A monster!
- Piss off! Bugger off! - Run!
- There he is. - Get him!
- I'll teach you to scare us! - Eat our supper!
Now piss off, you ugly bastard!
And don't come back!
I'm leaving your food on the table,
and there's some milk.
Thank you, my dear.
- You treat me well. - We're off to work now, Father.
Should be back by nightfall.
And you behave yourself while we're gone.
I'll try.
Have you managed to clear the top field?
No. Slow progress.
Harder than we thought but we'll win in the end.
We have to grow something or we'll starve!
We'll get faster when we know what we're doing!
In a year or two we'll be fine.
We'll be farmers.
I never thought I'd be a farmer.
You ready?
For the cold and the mud? Can't wait!
- Bye, old man. - Bye, Father!
Goodbye, Felix.
- You married a lovely girl. - I know.
Bye!
How do you manage to stay so cheerful?
What choice is there?
This is where we've ended up, and this is what we have to do.
- Come on! - Wait, Agatha.
Do you know how beautiful you are?
- I swear I will love you forever. - You'd better!
When will you give me a son?
- Beautiful wife? - Come!
We've work to do.
Take the food, if you want it.
There's nothing else worth taking.
There are books, I suppose.
At least they have left me my books.
You've no reason to harm me.
I won't hurt you.
I can't see you!
I don't fight on any side.
Go on, citizen...
Take the food.
Can't you talk?
Maybe you can't, it's nothing to be ashamed of.
Look at me! I'm blind!
There was a cannonball, and I...
I went blind.
Now my son looks after me.
You look after them when they're little, they look after you when you're old.
That's the way it is.
But we fell on hard times when the soldiers came through.
When people are not oppressed they're full of brotherly love.
But when times are hard,
then you find out who your friends are, don't you?
Piss off! Bugger off!
- I beg your pardon? - Piss off, bugger off!
You want some music?
You want some more music?
Music. It's a gift from God.
Go on, say it.
Mu-sic.
You see?
You pluck the strings, like this...
Look at the stones, the field's full of them!
So sorry, Agatha, it has to be cleared.
Can't plough until it's done.
Oh, well.
The sooner we start...
P...
A...
R...
A...
D...
I...
S...
E...
Para...
dise.
- Paradise. - Paradise.
- Write it out. - Paradise.
I like, nice word.
Don't be afraid. This is how I see.
Please.
My...
You have been in the wars.
What happened to you?
Where are you from?
Where are your mother and father?
Paradise.
Felix...
Felix!
- Felix! - What is it?
- Look! - What?
- Just look! - What is...
- But that's... - Incredible!
It's a miracle! Every stone is gone, every one!
- We can till the soil. - We can sow!
Help me fetch up the plough. Quickly!
White! What? White what?
- Where? - In the air!
That's snow. It's nothing interesting.
A natural phenomenon, no more.
Now please, stop beating about, we need to concentrate.
Sit, boy!
We've work to do.
Thank you.
Today: original sin.
Original sin.
There are two schools of thought.
One says that we are all made imperfect,
and require the assistance of a higher authority,
a deity, to overcome the sin of being born.
The other school of thought, to which I subscribe,
insists that when we leave the womb,
we are pure.
That a babe in arms is untainted by sin,
that evil is the product of social forces,
and that God has nothing to do with how a man turns out,
be it good or be it bad.
My not do bad things.
I know you do not do bad things.
You have a good heart. I know that.
- Why my hungry? - Eh?
Why my hungry? Why no food for me?
- I give you half of my food. - Still hungry.
It is the condition of men to be hungry.
Not kings, not emperors.
You're learning fast.
- Why my not a king? - I don't know.
- Perhaps you are. - Yes, King. Is my name?
- I don't know! - King what?
You've never told me your name.
Not know, never had.
- You're a poor, lost thing. - Lost thing.
But I have taught you how to speak,
how to read... there is hope!
Who knows what you may accomplish?
Hate me.
- Who does? - Men. Women. Childs. Dogs.
- No, they don't! - Throw stones, beat me everywhere!
Peasants are ignorant people.
They do not read like you and I.
It's an instinct to protect their home, their family.
Perhaps they are frightened of you.
My look bad.
Not like Agatha.
- Agatha? - Beautiful wife.
Well, Agatha is beautiful, certainly. And Felix is kind.
- Let me introduce you to them! - No.
- Why not? - Hate me.
No, they don't. They've never met you.
Stay and greet them when they come home!
Snow, snow, snow!
- Snow! - Agatha!
- Agatha, look what I found! - And me, look what I found!
Look, it's all chopped, ready for the fire,
it was lying there at the top of the field.
These were left on the stove, the hare's already gutted,
not a mark on the birds.
- How were they caught, then? - It's a msytery.
Who's doing this, Felix?
- Well, someone wants to help us... - But who?
Who would do that? We're strangers here.
Fairy-folk.
Fairy-folk?
Little people.
You know, elves and sprite.
Come here.
Hello.
You there?
Is anybody watching?
Come out, if you are.
We'd...
We'd like to thank you.
Please?
Please come out.
- They won't come out. - There's nobody there, you fool!
It's just us.
You see, we stick together through thick and thin,
and never stop loving each other...
...and magical things happen.
Father! Father!
The evenings grow warmer. Soon it will be spring.
- There's a cheery thought. - Why?
Well, spring, you know...
Spring makes you happy? Why?
Well, we're still alive.
Why, how long are we meant to be alive for?
Let's turn for home now, it's getting dark.
How can you tell? You have no eyes!
Hear that bird?
It's a nightingale.
That means it's getting dark.
The bird makes the dark? That is impossible.
No, my friend, no!
Don't you remember your Milton?
- "The wakeful nightingale..." - "The wakeful nightingale"
"she all night long her amorous descant sung;"
"silence was pleas'd: then glow'd the firmament"
"with living sapphires: Hesperus that led the starrie host,"
"rode brightest, till the moon..."
"...rising in clouded majesty, at length apparent queen"
"unvaild her peerless light, and o're the dark her silver mantle threw."
It is night in the Garden of Eden.
- Do you see the moon? - Yes, I see it.
Describe it to me.
- Solitary. - That's a good word, good.
Sad like me.
- Why is it sad? - Because it is solitary.
Why are you sad?
Because with all that I read, all that I learn,
I discover how much I do not know.
Ideas batter me like hailstones,
questions but no answers,
who am I, where am I from, do I have a family?
You have us!
My son will not turn you away, I promise you.
Come along and say hello to him.
- No, no. - Why not? It's a simple request.
Do not request it again!
I have been reading Plutarch: Lives of the Emperors.
Oh, yes. The founders of ancient Rome.
Men who showed that the world could be improved!
Why do men live in herds in cities?
I cannot imagine Rome, I cannot imagine a city,
their numbers are too great.
We band together to help one another and do good.
But then you massacre each other!
Yes, it is inconsistent.
I do not like inconsistent. Why must it be so?
I don't know, that's the way it is.
How do I find out the way that it is?
- I don't know... - Oh, De Lacey, all the time
you say you do not know but you do.
Why do you grasp everything and I nothing?
Why must I learn it all when it flies to you on the wind?
I am the one who stands outside the door,
I see inside but I daren't go in.
What is it exactly that frightens you?
Everything, everything.
Why do you live in a hut in the woods, why not a great city?
- Because I am poor. - Why?
Because an army came by and ransacked my university.
We were driven from the town.
- Am I poor? - Yes.
One day though you'll find someone who'll make you
the wealthiest man in creation.
- Will I? - Yes.
A good man deserves it. You are a good man.
Someone will love you, whoever you are.
What is love?
"Awake..."
"My fairest, my espoused, my latest found,"
"Heaven's last best gift, my ever new delight!"
"Awake."
I ran from a building, it was dark, I was frightened.
Is that all you can remember?
I do not know how to remember.
But you have a memory, you have remembrance.
How is it done? What is the process?
- I don't know how it is done. - Then how am I doing it?
I do not know.
You ran from a building and this was in Ingolstadt,
but the author of this journal says he's from...
Geneva. Citizen of Geneva, Victor Frankenstein.
- Citizen of Geneva. - Frankenstein...
Where is Geneva?
To the south and west, many days' ride. Read on.
"Preparing a frame for the experiment"
"with all its... intricacies"
"of fibers, muscles and veins is a work of great difficulty."
"Should I attempt the creation of a being like myself"
"or one of simpler organisation?"
A being like myself?
Meaning what? A man or a woman?
De Lacey, I see things in my sleep.
They're called dreams.
- What did you see? - Someone.
Her arms were... and her eyes...
It was a good dream?
It was pleasing. Is that good?
A good dream doesn't mean it was morally good,
it only means it wasn't a bad dream.
There are bad dreams?
- Hello! - It's Felix and Agatha!
- Stay and meet them. - No, I cannot.
These are good people, they're not like the others.
I don't know what you look like my friend,
but I know there is room in the world for fellowship.
Room in the world for love.
Prejudice can be overcome!
Stay, I will speak for you.
- We're finished for the day! - I am here!
- Hold my hand. - No, no, I must run...
Stay. Trust me, trust me.
Stay there, stay.
- But they will hate me! - No!
- I promise you, no. - Father...
This is my friend, he...
Good day, sir.
- What is it? - Get away from him, you!
Get away! Let him go, you devil!
Leave my father alone!
No, there's nothing wrong!
Get out! You get out!
Thrush it! Crush it, kill it!
You promised!
Awful, awful beast!
- Are you hurt? - It's all right, you're safe.
- We won't leave you again. - He was hungry!
He did me no harm. Have you no compassion?
- It was a monster! - No man is a monster!
- It wasn't a man! - What have I done?
Dear God, what have I done?
What do they do when they feel like this?
Heroes, Romans, emperors... What do they do?
I know.
They plot... they revenge.
I sweep to my revenge!