The Monster is taken into an old underground dungeon, and painfully chained (around the neck) and shackled into a stone throne-chair.
The Monster is jeered at through a window by the townspeople, and Minnie gawks at the imprisoned creature.
Minnie: I'd hate to find him under my bed at night. He's a nightmare in the daylight, he is.
With his brute, superhuman strength, the Monster quickly breaks from his chains, kills one of the guards and escapes into the street. As the burgomaster calmly assures the townsfolk that the Monster is quite harmless, the murderous creature appears, causing a hysterical panic. Before running, cowardly Minnie intimidates one of the men . . .
Minnie: Why don't you shoot him?
The man gets his head bashed into the ground. A virginal young girl in a white outfit is killed in the murder spree. Minnie discovers other Monster victims - the Neumanns.
The Monster returns to the woods that evening, where he hungrily smells a chicken roasting above a gypsy campfire. He assaults the terrorized family around the fire and burns his hand reaching to snatch the food.
Wandering and blundering around some more, he finally seeks idyllic refuge at the cabin of an old blind hermit (O. P. Heggie), when he is attracted to the sad violin strains of the man's instrument playing Ave Maria. Approaching with a smile and a friendly demeanor, the mute Monster stumbles into the blind man's home.
Hermit: Who's there? Who is it? You're welcome, my friend, whoever you are. Who are you? I think you're a stranger to me. I cannot see you. I cannot see anything. You must please excuse me, but I am blind.
Hospitable to his stray-dog visitor, the pure-of-heart blind hermit befriends the disturbed creature, becoming his first supportive friend.
Hermit: Come in, my poor friend. No one will hurt you here. If you're in trouble, perhaps I can help you. But you need not tell me about it if you don't want to. What's the matter?
The blind man feels and discovers the Monster's wounded hand.
Hermit: You're hurt, my poor friend. Come. Sit down. . . . . Now tell me, who are you? . . . I don't understand. Can you not speak? It's strange. Perhaps you're afflicted too. I cannot see and you cannot speak. Is that it? If you understand what I'm saying, put your hand on my shoulder.
The Monster gestures affirmatively.
Hermit: That is good. No, you stay here. I'll get you some food. We shall be friends.
Hermit: I have prayed many times for God to send me a friend. It's very lonely here. And it's been a long time since any human being came into this hut. I shall look after you and you will comfort me. Now you must lie down and go to sleep. Yes, yes. Now you must sleep.
He takes the Monster's hand.
Hermit: Our Father I thank thee that in thy great mercy, thou hast taken pity on my great loneliness and now out of the silence of the night has brought two of thy lonely children together, and sent me a friend to be a light to mine eyes and a comfort in time of trouble. Amen.
The Monster sees the hermit break down and cry at the end of the prayer. The child-like Monster sheds a tear and compassionately reaches out to comfort the crying man with a consoling pat on the back. They both share a need for human compassion. A Christian crucifix prominently hangs on the wall above the Monster.
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