The Mad Scientist's Ball...love bites a script by Donna Waylene Moore ©1999with apologies to Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, James Whale, Tchaikovsky, Bob Dylan and Ian Anderson. |
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Act II Scene: The bedroom of
the Frankenstein’s. Mrs. Frankenstein is sitting at her vanity brushing her hair and the doctor enters tiredly…
Mrs. Frankenstein: Is he gone? Frankenstein: Yes, he is gone. Hopefully, never to return. Mrs. Frankenstein: [after an uncomfortable silence] Why did he come here, darling? What does he want? Dr. Frankenstein walks to the bed and sits on the edge. Mrs. Frankenstein: Has he convinced you to continue your experiments? Frankenstein: No, no. I have no intention of
continuing… I have begun a new life. The old one is behind me… Mrs. Frankenstein: This is what you want, isn’t it my darling? For us to go to Saskatchewan, and to start an new life and a family? Frankenstein: Of course it is. Mrs. Frankenstein: You won’t miss your life here? The experiments and the excitement of… discovery? You would be happy as a mere doctor? Simply curing the sick? Can you be… an ordinary man Frankenstein: I shall be more than happy to be an ordinary man, and to live without… discovery… Mrs. Frankenstein: You have never told me that
much about your work, darling. What is it … exactly… that
you have been doing here? All those nights alone in your lab, never
answering my calls. Frankenstein: I try not to listen to what the
villagers have been saying—it depresses me too much for them to
think I had anything to do with that “creature,” that “monster…” It is simply that they do not understand the work of a scientist—it is mysterious to them—my nights… alone… Mrs. Frankenstein: Then you were alone?
There was no one with you? Once, when I came, and Igor let me in, I stood at the door of your lab, and I thought I heard… another voice—a woman’s voice… Frankenstein: You are… jealous? Mrs. Frankenstein: I am… concerned… that you will miss the life you were so intent on living… perhaps I am a little jealous of the fascination you had—with that life… Frankenstein: The fascination I had has been fulfilled. There is nothing left to discover in that life, and I look forward to another life—with you… Mrs. Frankenstein: O.. my darling… Frankenstein: I feel so… old. Mrs. Frankenstein: Saskatchewan will change that, sweetheart. Sleep. You have had an exhausting night with that terrible man’s visit… Frankenstein: Yes. I shall sleep… Mrs. Frankenstein: Yes, my darling… Frankenstein falls back into the bed, exhausted. Mrs. Frankenstein tucks him in tenderly then sadly returns to her mirror and to brushing her hair. |