When a pianist has his hands crushed in a train accident, the surgeon (who loves the man's wife) grafts the hands of a murderous knife-thrower in place of those of the pianist.
The second adaptation of the "Hands of Orlac" story has a lousy title; it sounds like a musical comedy. It does, however, have an excellent performance from Peter Lorre and good ones from Colin Clive and Ted Healy. I really like Freund's direction here; it's a shame it was his last movie in that capacity. I also really like the script, especially the way it sets up Orlac's discovery of whose hands he possesses. ("This happens to be my pen, gentlemen.") I'm afraid I don't care for the hysterical performance of Frances Drake, but the movie also features Billy Gilbert (as the guy who tries to get Rollo's autograph), a wonderful scene in which the murderer spends his last few moments pondering Hoover Dam (the movie has a few scenes like this), and a reference to THE MUMMY ("It went out for a little walk."). I like this movie more each time I see it.