PLAYHOUSE OF THE DAMNED
"Frankenstein"
by Richard Nathan
The spotlight is up on our host, GUS THE GHOUL, while
the set for the next story is prepared. This
is the story of Victor Frankenstein, and it takes place in his laboratory.
There should be a table with several beakers full of chemical
solutions. There should also be a bed or a slab upon which the Monster
will lie. The story takes place
in the early Eighteenth Century, and the set and costumes should suggest that
era.
GUS
You
all have probably heard of the old plantation master.
Here's the story of the old transplantation master; that
famous doctor who had not patients, so he built himself one.
Yes, he built a man from scratch. And you know what
you get when you build a man from scratch,
don't you?
You get a son of an
itch. So let's join our hero in
his
laboratory. Let's join Dr.
Frankenstein.
Gus
exits. The spotlight goes out,
and during the blackout, DR. FRANKENSTEIN and the MONSTER take their places on
the set. The Monster lies on the
bed, completely covered by a sheet. As
the lights come up, Dr. Frankenstein is checking his beakers.
After a moment, there is a loud, insistent knocking on the door.
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
Is
that you, Wolfgang?
ELIZABETH
(off-stage)
Victor?
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
Damn!
ELIZABETH
(off-stage)
Victor, it's me, Elizabeth!
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
Would
you mind coming back tomorrow? I'm
very busy.
ELIZABETH
(off-stage)
Victor,
I must see you!
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
I
don't have time now!
ELIZABETH
(off-stage)
But
I'm your fiancee! I haven't seen
you for weeks!
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
I
promise we'll be together soon. My
experiment is almost
finished.
ELIZABETH
I
will not leave this door until I see you!!!
Dr.
Frankenstein angrily inspect to lab to make sure the Monster is well-covered,
then he strides to the door and flings it open. ELIZABETH, his beautiful young fiancee, enters.
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
You've
just torn me away from the most important
experiment in the history of
mankind. Does that
make you
happy?
ELIZABETH
Ecstatically!
She
kisses him on the cheek, but he refuses to respond.
ELIZABETH
Oh
Victor! What has come over you?
You've broken
your poor father's heart.
Where were you yesterday?
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
Here
in my laboratory, of course.
ELIZABETH
Why
weren't you at your mother's funeral?
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
I
don't like funerals.
ELIZABETH
Victor!
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
All
those weeping old women and their ceremonies
of submission to death!
ELIZABETH
What
are you talking about?
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
My
work does more to honor my mother than all
of the funerals in history!
ELIZABETH
How
can working on the day of your mother's
funeral honor her death?
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
No
her death! I will never honor
death! I honor life!!!
He
is raving like a madman, scaring Elizabeth.
ELIZABETH
Victor,
you've changed.
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
Yes!
I am about to accomplish a miracle!
Soon my
name shall be celebrated throughout Europe:
Victor
Frankenstein, the man who defeated death!
ELIZABETH
But
death is part of God's plan.
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
Then
it is time God was taught a new plan.
ELIZABETH
This
is blasphemy! You work has
corrupted you!
It has made you
evil! I'm going to tell your
father
that I am breaking off our engagement!
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
Good!
Go ahead! You do not have
the courage
to be a Frankenstein!
Elizabeth
runs out in tears. Dr.
Frankenstein goes back to his chemicals.
A few seconds later, his assistant WOLFGANG comes through the door.
Wolfgang carries a large jar which contains a human brain.
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
Wolfgang!
I see you have purchased the brain!
WOLFGANG
Yes.
The graverobber says I am his very best
customer.
He asked me if I wanted to buy any
other organs, but I told him,
"Not today."
Dr.
Frankenstein takes the jar and examines the brain.
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
It
looks fresh enough. I think we
are ready for
the final stages of our experiment.
Dr.
Frankenstein goes over to the Monster. He
lifts the upstage part of the sheet, so that the Monster remains hidden from
the audience. Wolfgang brings
over the necessary chemicals, as Dr. Frankenstein begins to operate behind the
sheet..
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
First
we slip the brain into the cranial cavity.
There!
WOLFGANG
Will
he live now, Doctor?
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
No,
not yet. First we must pour on my
serum which
heals the deceased brain, which was badly damaged
due to the lack
of fresh blood and oxygen. Death
is
a very unhealthy state for the brain.
See how the serum
heals all the damage death has done!
Look! The brain
is
attaching itself to the spinal cord!
WOLFGANG
Doctor,
it is spectacular!
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
Now
I put back the top of the skull... fasten
it down
right here... push back
the flap of the scalp like this...
sew it together... and
we are done!
WOLFGANG
But
Doctor, he's still dead!
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
That's
why we need the second serum, to start the
heart! Let me pour it down his throat...
Behind
the sheet, Dr. Frankenstein pours the second serum down the Monster's throat.
The Monster groans.
WOLFGANG
Doctor!
Did you hear that?
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
He's
alive! I have defeated death!
I am the greatest
doctor of all time!
The
Monster sits up. He is a huge,
horrible, ugly brute.
MONSTER
A
great doctor you may be, but as a housekeeper
you've got a lot to learn.
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
What?
MONSTER
Look
at this dust! Is this how you
keep your room clean?
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
Wolfgang!
Where did that brain come from?
WOLFGANG
From
the graverobber! I didn't ask him
where he got it!
MONSTER
So,
Victor, this is where you spend so much of your time,
you can't ever see your
family? You should get out more.
Get some sun!
Dr.
Frankenstein is enraged! He's
ready to kill Wolfgang!
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
Do
you realize what you've done?
The
Monster looks down and notices its huge ugly body for the first time.
MONSTER
Wait
a minute! Is this me?
I could use some sun myself!
Maybe
lately I haven't been feeling so good, but this
bad I never felt!
Victor, have you been up to your
old tricks again?
DR.
FRANKENSTEIN
I'm
sorry! I didn't know!
It was only an experiment!
MONSTER
Some
experiment! My son, the doctor!!!
Blackout!
The cast exits in the darkness. GUS
THE GHOUL enters, and a spotlight picks him up.
GUS
I've
often heard of inheriting your parent's brains, but
I think Dr. Frankenstein
could have at least waited for
the reading of the will.
Perhaps a better title for this
story would have been "Son of
Frankenstein."
THE
END
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