Later, the hermit teaches the Monster a rudimentary vocabulary of simple words while introducing the creature to simple pleasures
Hermit: And now for our lesson. Remember, this is bread. Bread.
Monster: Bread.
Hermit: And this is wine... to drink. Drink.
Monster: Drink.
Hermit: Good.
Monster: Good.
Hermit: We are friends, you and I. Friends.
Monster: Friends.
Hermit: Good.
Monster: Good!
Hermit: And now for a smoke.
The Monster is fearful of the fiery match used to light the cigar
Hermit: No, no. This is good. Smoke. You try.
Monster: Smoke.
With child-like pleasure, he puffs away.
Monster: Good, good.
Hermit: Before you came, I was all alone. It is bad to be alone.
Monster: Alone. . .Bad. . . . Friend. Good. Friend. Good.
The hermit leads the Monster over to the fireplace.
Hermit: Now, come here. And what is this? This is wood for the fire.
Monster: Wood.
Hermit: And this is fire.
At the site of fire, the Monster becomes agitated.
Hermit: No, no. Fire is good.
Monster: Fire - No Good.
Hermit: There is good and there is bad.
Monster: Good. Bad.
The hermit is encouraged to play his violin by the music-loving Monster.
Monster: Good.
Hermit: Music?
The two quickly forget their loneliness in their little Utopia. The Monster sits at his teacher's feet, smoking and listening to the violin music.
The same two hunters who shot at the Monster earlier lose their way in the forest - they intrude upon their safe and peaceful world and knock at the door.
Hunter: Can you tell us how to get out of this wood? We've lost our way.
Hermit: Come in, friends, and rest a while.
The hunters see the Monster. Panicked, they gasp . . .
Hunter: Look, it's the Monster!
Abruptly, the Monster rises ominously and growls, his face growing cold and menacing.
He throws down one of the threatening hunters as the hermit defends his Monster friend.
Hermit: What are you doing? This is my friend!
Hunter: Friend?! This is the fiend that's been murdering half the countryside. Good heavens, man, can't you see?...Oh, he's blind. He isn't human. Frankenstein made him out of dead bodies.
In a struggle, the hut is accidentally set on fire and while the Monster cowers inside as the flames expand, the bewildered, protesting hermit is removed and led away from the hut by the hunters. The Monster eventually stumbles through the smoke to the door, holds out his hands and pleadingly cries . . .
Monster: Friend?
But there is no answer. Miserable and on the run again, the Monster enters a surrealistic graveyard - a return to his origins among the dead - and another crucifix figure.
He pushes over a dead tree trunk and angrily desecrates a religious statue of a Catholic bishop by knocking it over. In front of another large, stark crucifix, he steps down into an underground crypt to hide from torch-carrying villagers. As he turns and descends into the entrance of the tomb, his image and form resemble the crucifix behind him.
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