Friday, September 20, 2019

The Jig's Up


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In Chapter 19 of Frankenstein In Love, Frankie and Josh move dead cheerleader brought back to life Shayla up into Frankie's tree house so she can 'have a view,' they get busted by Frankie's next door neighbor Vita, who still has the hots for him ...


EXT. FRANKIE’S BACKYARD - NIGHT
Dark and deserted at this late hour.
Frankie stands near the back door with Shayla,
who wears a hoodie over her dress,
the hood pulled up and tied
almost completely shut.

SHAYLA
Hard to -- see.

FRANKIE
Don’t worry. It’s just for a couple minutes.

Josh appears from around the corner of the house.

JOSH
Coast is clear.

FRANKIE
Great. You stay here, keep an eye out.

SHAYLA
Who’s -- that?

FRANKIE
A friend. He’s helping me move you.
(to Josh)
Keep an eye on the windows next door,
and if you see anyone, give the signal.

JOSH
Okay. Just hurry it up, okay?
I don’t wanna get busted.

FRANKIE
(to Shayla)
C’mon, let’s go.

He takes her by the arm, and they walk
toward the back of the yard.

Shayla shuffles slowly, stiffly, zombie-like.
They approach a big, old oak tree in a far corner.

SHAYLA
(looks up)
It’s -- beautiful.

ANGLE ON --

A TREE HOUSE nestled fifty feet up
in the big, thick branches.
Quite large, and beautifully made.

It’s been there for awhile,
almost completely hidden by leaves,
with a circular staircase
wrapped around the trunk.

FRANKIE
Gestures proudly.

FRANKIE
It’s something, huh?
Me and my dad built it when
I was a little kid. I designed it.

SHAYLA
I LOVE IT.

FRANKIE
Shhh. We don’t want to wake the neighbors.

INT. VITA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Vita lies in bed studying. Cocks her head.
Goes to the window. Looks out. Eyes grow wide.

VITA
Frankie? And who’s that with him?

EXT. TREE HOUSE - NIGHT
We see a circular staircase winding around the tree trunk.
Frankie guides Shayla over to the first step.

FRANKIE
Okay, here we go.

Shayla grabs the handrail. Lifts her foot.
Tries to take a step, but she suddenly can barely move.

SHAYLA
Can’t -- do it. Need more -- power.

FRANKIE
Oh, shit. Okay.
(thinks, then realizes)
My cell phone charger --

He pulls a small, black charger
out of his back pocket.
Hands it to her. Smiles.

FRANKIE
Never leave home without it.

SHAYLA
(takes it)
Thanks.

Shoves it in her mouth. Turns it on.
Starts SUCKING on it. Gets ZAPPED again.
Hops from foot to foot. Takes it out.

FRANKIE
Feel better?

SHAYLA
Hell, ya. That’s a powerful little fucker.
I feel reborn.

FRANKIE
Hold onto it. You’ll probably need it again.

She nods. They start going up the stairs.

VITA
Watches from her window. Leans out to get a better view.

VITA
What the hell?

JOSH
Sees Vita. Starts freaking out. Puts his hands
together to make a bird call. Blows into them.

JOSH
Coo, coo, coo.

FRANKIE
Hears it. Looks around. Doesn’t see anyone.
His cell phone VIBRATES in his pocket.
He stops. Takes it out. Whispers.

FRANKIE
What’s wrong?

JOSH
Looks up at Vita’s window.

JOSH
It’s Vita. She was hanging out her
window watching you. The jig’s up.

FRANKIE
Go talk to her. Distract her.

JOSH
(sees something)
Shit. Too late.

FRANKIE
What do you mean too late?

JOSH
She just came outside.

FRANKIE
SHIT. Then go head her off.
(to Shayla)
C’mon, let’s go.

SHAYLA
What’s wrong?

FRANKIE
Somebody could see us. C’mon.

He starts pulling her up the stairs.
Her feet find a rhythm, and they start moving faster.

VITA
Stands in her back yard, watching them climb.

VITA
Who’s that WITH him?

Josh walks over to the hedge at the edge of her yard.

JOSH
Hey, Vita. What are you doing out so late?

VITA
(turns and looks)
Josh? I could ask you the same question.

JOSH
Uh, Frankie’s on a date. I was the -- designated driver.

VITA
A DATE? Who with?

JOSH
New girl. Uh -- foreign exchange student.

VITA
Oh.

JOSH
So, uh -- it’s late. I gotta go. Have a good night.

VITA
Yeah. You too.

PUSH IN ON Vita’s face. Staring at the tree house.

Friday, September 13, 2019

Skull Fuckers


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In Chapter 18 of Frankenstein In Love, when Frankie's mom calls to let him know she's working late, she overhears recently brought back from the dead Shayla in the background. Meanwhile, Frankie's childhood crush Vita plans on winning back his heart ... with a little witchcraft ...



INT. HOSPITAL - NURSE’S STATION - NIGHT
Very quiet at this late hour.
Julie Stein wears a nurse’s uniform,
sits at her desk at the
corner of two corridors.

A PLEASANT-FACED LARGE NURSE (40’s)
walks up to her.

PLEASANT-FACED LARGE NURSE
I’m going down to the cafeteria
to get coffee. Can I get you anything?

JULIE
I’d LOVE a coffee.
These double-shifts are KILLING me. Thanks.

Pleasant-Faced nods. Walks off.
Julie picks up the phone.
Dials a number. Listens.

JULIE
Hello, Frankie.

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. FRANKIE’S BASEMENT LAB - CONTINUOUS
Frankie’s on the phone.
Shayla watches TV in the background.

FRANKIE
Hey, mom. What’s up?

JULIE
I’m so sorry, but Tammy called in sick.
I have to do a double-shift again tonight.

FRANKIE
That’s okay, mom.
I’ll just nuke a couple of Hot Pockets.

JULIE
Great. How was school today?

FRANKIE
Uh -- fine. School was -- great.

JULIE
Are you okay? Is something wrong?
You sound funny.

FRANKIE
(looks at Shayla)
No. Everything’s -- fine.
Just -- tired, that’s all.

Shayla raises her arms in the air. SHOUTS.

SHAYLA
KILL, KILL!

JULIE
What was that?

FRANKIE
Something on TV.
(gestures to Shayla to shush)
Sorry you have to work late again.

JULIE
(sighs)
Yeah, me too.
At least I get overtime.
See you in the morning, honey.

FRANKIE
Bye, mom. Good night.

JULIE
Love you.

FRANKIE
Love you. Bye.

He hangs up. Looks at Shayla.

FRANKIE
I’m sorry, my love -- but you need
to be quiet when I’m on the phone, okay?

SHAYLA
Sorry.

FRANKIE
What are you watching?

PUSH IN ON Shayla’s face. Smiling sweetly.

SHAYLA
Real Housewives.

INT. VITA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
An altar has been set up on her dresser.
A few candles, a CD cover, a wine glass
and a kitchen knife have been
carefully laid out.

Vita regards her handiwork, pleased.
Looks at a scrap of paper in her hand.

VITA
I’ve got candles --
a wine glass will be my chalice,
which represents the woman --
and a knife -- which represents the man.
I found a pentagram on my Skull Fuckers CD --
and now I need something of Frankie’s,
like a lock of hair or a scrap of clothing --
(beat)
And then I can cast a LOVE SPELL on him.


Monday, September 9, 2019

Suspect


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In Chapter 16 of Frankenstein In Love, now that Frankie has brought dead cheerleader Shayla Petrie back to life so he can 'date' her, all is going well ... until she starts remembering her past life ...

INT. FRANKIE’S HOUSE - BASEMENT LAB - NIGHT
Frankie sits at his workbench
eating a sandwich watching the news.
He smiles. Softly SLAPS the table.

FRANKIE
Willis is a suspect? NICE.

Shayla lies on her ‘bed’ leafing
through a fashion magazine.
She looks up, quizzical.

SHAYLA
What?

FRANKIE
Nothing, nothing.
(beat)
So you ready for the big move?

SHAYLA
(yawns)
Room with -- a view.

FRANKIE
Great. You’re gonna love it.
(notices)
Are you tired?

SHAYLA
Tired. Need more -- juice.

FRANKIE
Juice?
(realizes)
Oh. The electrical shock.
(thinks)
THAT’S why you got more energy.

SHAYLA
More energy, please.

Frankie goes to the frayed lamp cord.
Picks it up. Brings it over to her.
She takes the frayed part in her hands --

And GETS SHOCKED again.
ZZZZZZZ. A POOF of smoke.

SHAYLA
SWEET JESUS MOTHER OF GOD.

FRANKIE
Are you okay?

SHAYLA
Fuck, yeah. I feel like I just
mainlined a gallon of coffee.

Shayla cocks her head. Thinks.

SHAYLA
I’m starting to remember some things --

FRANKIE
(scared)
Oh? Like what?

SHAYLA
I used to be cheerleader.

FRANKIE
R-really?

SHAYLA
Something else --

FRANKIE
Wh-what’s that?

SHAYLA
My old boyfriend. Funny, huh?

PUSH IN ON Frankie’s face.
Freaking out. He swallows.

FRANKIE
Hilarious --

Monday, September 2, 2019

Scene Of The Crime


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In Chapter 15 of Frankenstein In Love, the local news reports on the sudden, horrifying death of head cheerleader and Pumpkin Queen Shayla Petrie ...


INT. HIGH SCHOOL CORRIDOR - DAY
CAMERA pans across a row of lockers.
Stops at one. Candles, flowers and
pictures of Shayla surround it.

A banner reads REST IN PEACE,
SHAYLA above a teddy bear.

A delicate, feminine hand
adds a BOUQUET OF ROSES.

INT. NEWS STUDIO - DAY
GRAPHICS FLY across the screen:
NEWS FOUR AT YOUR DOOR.

We see a PERT, FADED BLONDE ANCHORWOMAN
and a CHIPPER, DULL-LOOKING BLACK ANCHORMAN
seated at the news desk fake-chatting
with each other. Shuffling papers.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
News Four AT YOUR DOOR.
(beat)
With Candy Sprinkle --

Candy looks up. Gives a slight nod.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
And Kip Cartwheel.

Kip nods. Smiles briefly.
Cocks an eyebrow.

CAMERA ZOOMS IN on Candy.
Eyes bright with emotion.

CANDY
Welcome to News Four At Your Door.

Our top story tonight,
little Shayla Petrie,
a senior at Venison High,
who was killed in a
hit and run accident last night.

She stops. Tries to continue,
chokes back a muffled sob.

Kip sees this, nods,
looks into the camera.

KIP
Police have started a county-wide search
for the body of the missing teen,
who was captain of the cheerleading squad,
and was crowned Miss Pumpkin at
last year’s Harvest Festival.

Candy shakes her head.
Recovers her composure.

CANDY
Law enforcement officials won’t divulge
any details about their investigation,
and are still combing the
scene of the crime for clues.

KIP
We take you now to investigate
reporter Del Dunn, at the crime scene.

INTERCUT WITH:

EXT. OLD COUNTRY ROAD - CRIME SCENE - DAY
DEL DUNN (30’s), tall, thin, striking
with a brunette bob stands by the
side of the road in a short,
tight suit holding a mike.

She looks into the camera.
Eyes flashing. Nods.

KIP
So, Del. What’s the skinny?
Have you rooted out any intel for us yet?

DEL
Indeed, Kip. Although Venison’s finest
haven’t given me squat, this investigative
reporter has been sniffing out clues
like Andy Dick at a pharmacy.

KIP
That’s quite the colorful metaphor, Del.
So spill it. What did you find out?

DEL
Well, this hasn’t been confirmed yet,
but police haven’t ruled out her
boyfriend Willis Grub as a suspect.

KIP
Willis Grubb? That ne'er do well?
I thought she was dating
the football captain, Brent Brock.

DEL
Sometimes the heart wants
what the heart wants, Kip.
And even if you’re popular,
it can take you to a dark place.
(beat)
This is Del Dunn, coming to you
live at Old Country Road
on the outskirts of Venison, Ohio
in the heart of small town America.

CANDY
Thanks, Del. Quaint much?
(beat)
Next up, Delores DeVore has some
zesty recipes that’ll be sure to
spice up your next tailgate party --

Monday, August 26, 2019

The Big Jack-Off Theory


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In Chapter 14 of Frankenstein In Love, not happy with her Kardashian-inspired 'seductress' outfit, Vita decides to become a witch in order to seduce Frankie. Meanwhile, Frankie gets Josh to help him move recently reanimated dead cheerleader Shayla to his tree house ...


INT. VITA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Very dark. Lit by a trio
of candles on the dresser.

Some dark, Lana Del Rey-ish
song plays on the stereo.

We hear a rustling in the closet.
The door opens, and out steps --

VITA. Wearing the pants,
crop top and boots.
Looks really uncomfortable.

She tentatively CLOMP-CLOMPS
over to the mirror.
Looks at herself. Sighs.

VITA
I look like Kanye’s whore.

She lies down on the bed.
Distraught. Looks around the room.

CLOSE ON --

A poster on the wall of the movie THE CRAFT.
Four cute, goth teenage witches, then --

Another poster. Willow the witch
from BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER,
casting a spell, then --

AMERICAN HORROR STORY: COVEN.

VITA
BOLTS UPRIGHT in bed. Eyes full of fire.

VITA
My mother is a witch,
so I’m gonna be a witch, TOO --
(beat)
And cast a love spell on FRANKIE.

She grabs her tablet computer.
Boots up the Internet.
Types in a search --

ON THE SCREEN
We see a list of results for
HOW TO BECOME A WITCH.

INT. HIGH SCHOOL LUNCHROOM - DAY
The joint is packed with
LOUD STUDENTS eating lunch.

Gossiping, laughing, each clique
hanging out at their own table.

Frankie and Josh sit
alone in a far corner.

JOSH
So how was your first date?
(beat)
No, wait. Don’t answer that.
I don’t want to throw up
my Salisbury steak.

FRANKIE
It was so romantic.
(sighs)
I think I’m in love.

JOSH
In love? With a dead girl?

FRANKIE
She’s NOT dead. She’s -- different.

JOSH
Oh, she’s different, all right.

FRANKIE
There’s just one small problem.

JOSH
A problem? Like what? She’s COLD?
You have to keep her HIDDEN
because everybody’s LOOKING FOR HER?

FRANKIE
No, no, no. She told me
last night she wants -- a view.
(off his look)
You know, a window.
She says the basement
makes her feel -- confined.

JOSH
No SHIT.

FRANKIE
C’mon, I’m serious.
I need you to help me move her
up into the tree house.

JOSH
No way. Sorry. I’m done playing Igor.

FRANKIE
Aw, c’mon -- please?
I just need you to help me
do this one last thing,
and then I’ll never bring her up again.

JOSH
Well, that’s unless she gets buried.

FRANKIE
Please, Josh.
You’re my best friend in the world.
You’re the only one I can turn to
in this dark hour of need.

JOSH
(sighs)
You know I’m not very strong.

FRANKIE
All I need you to do is be my look-out.
No heavy lifting. Just watch my back.

JOSH
What’s in it for me?

FRANKIE
My undying friendship?

JOSH
And -- ?

FRANKIE
My Hit Girl, Harley Quinn and
Silk Spectre action figures,
still in the box, mint condition.

JOSH
Lame. NEXT.

FRANKIE
How about my signed Faster,
Pussycat, Kill, Kill movie poster.

JOSH
Signed by Russ Meyer?

FRANKIE
Uh, no. Sue Bernard.

JOSH
Who the fuck is Sue Bernard?

FRANKIE
She played the girl the go-go dancers abduct.
(beat)
Miss December, 1966, the first Jewish Playmate.

JOSH
Dude. You gotta get out more often.
(realizes)
Hey. What about your Kaley Cuoco fleshlight?

FRANKIE
My WHAT?

JOSH
C’mon. Cough it up.
You don’t need it anymore.

FRANKIE
What makes you think I have --

JOSH
You showed it to me on New Year’s Eve
when we got drunk on apricot schnapps.
Said you proved the big jack-off theory.

Pause.

FRANKIE
Oh, yeah.

JOSH
Just make sure it’s CLEAN, okay?

Monday, August 19, 2019

A Little Local Color


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In Chapter 13 of Frankenstein In Love, Vita gets her new 'sexy' outfit in the mail, and gets humiliated by her mother who realizes she wants wear it to try and seduce Frankie. Meanwhile, local small-town deputy Chet Beverage convinces big-city CDC agent Beck Driver to help on her investigation into the dead rat that Frankie brought back to life ...


INT. VITA’S HOUSE - FOYER - NIGHT
Vita comes in the front door.
Closes it. Looks tired. Beat.

PEGGY (O.C.)
Is that you, honey?

VITA
Hi, Mom.

Peggy appears. Holding a pop tart.
She takes a bite.

PEGGY
(mouth full of food)
How was Math Club?

VITA
A fraction of what it used to be.

PEGGY
(SPRAYS out food)
Oh, that’s FUNNY.
(wipes mouth with the back of her hand)
Your FedEx package arrived.

VITA
Oh, wow. Where did --

PEGGY
(takes another bite)
I put it on your bed. What did you get?
(beat)
If you don’t mind my asking.

VITA
Just some -- stuff.

PEGGY
(chewing)
Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.

VITA
(sighs)
Some -- pants -- and a top. And some boots.

PEGGY
(SPRAYS food out her mouth)
You bought an OUTFIT?
Looks like my little tomboy is g
etting in touch with her feminine side --
(off her stare, excited)
It’s Frankie Stein, isn’t it.
He finally asked you out.
(off her stare)
Oh, I’m sorry.
I’m butting in again.
You go on upstairs.
Dinner’ll be ready in
about half-an-hour. Okay?

She takes another big bite of pop tart.
Talks, mouth full.

PUSH IN ON Vita’s face.
Beyond humiliated.

VITA
Sure thing, mom. Can’t wait.

EXT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Beck walks briskly to her rental car.
Presses the key chain auto-lock, THWIP.
Chet appears out of nowhere.

CHET
Ms. Driver -- ?

BECK
Jesus fucking CHRIST.
You scared the shit out of me.

CHET
Sorry about that.

BECK
What do you want?
I’m tired and I just want to go
back to my bland, suburban hotel room,
get drunk and watch some porn.

Chet stares. Wow.
A real ‘big city’ girl.

CHET
I just wanted to -- offer my services.

BECK
Sorry, doll -- hate to burst
your drool-bubble,
but you’re not my type.

CHET
Gosh, no -- I didn’t mean THAT.
I meant with the investigation.

BECK
Thanks, but no thanks. I work alone.
(off his look)
No hard feelings, okay, champ?
I’m sure you need to go patrol the diner,
the pool hall -- maybe check on the sock hop.

CHET
Listen, lady -- I don’t know what’s
got your dander up, but I was
just trying to be helpful.
(beat)
Small town folks won’t take too kindly
to a big-city government agent
snooping around askin’ a lot questions.
(off her look)
Unless they have a little local color with ‘em.

Pause.

BECK
Okay. Tell you what.
Meet me here tomorrow morning at nine-sharp.
But let ME do all the talking, capiche?

CHET
(beaming)
Sure thing. Thanks. You won’t regret it.
You’ll see. We’ll make a great team.

BECK
(rolls her eyes)
I have no doubt about that.

CHET
You got it. My pleasure.

BECK
Oh. One more thing.

CHET
Sure.

BECK
What the fuck’s a ‘dander?’

Monday, August 12, 2019

Love Nest


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In Chapter 12 of Frankenstein In Love, agent Beck Driver from the CDC goes to the city morgue to examine the dead rat that Frankie brought back to life. Meanwhile, down in his basement lab, Frankie has his first 'date' with his crush Shayla, the dead cheerleader he brought back to life ...


INT. MORGUE - DAY
Cold, sterile. Right out of Quincy.
Chet and Beck stand next to the
MEDICAL EXAMINER (50’s),
a tall, bird-like chap.

Wisps of white hair fleck a bald head.
Piercing eyes like steel.

MEDICAL EXAMINER
Most unusual.
We don’t usually handle animals.

He goes to a steel drawer.
They follow him.

He slides it open to reveal --
a tangled mess of blood, bones and
fur in a glass case marked ‘biohazard.’

BECK
Jesus. What HAPPENED to it?

CHET
I shot it, but it kept coming at me.
I finally got the little fucker by
smashing his skull in with my nightstick.

MEDICAL EXAMINER
I’ve never seen anything
like it in my entire career.
It was dead -- but still moving around.

BECK
And you know that from
examining a tissue sample?

MEDICAL EXAMINER
Indeed. It died twelve hours
before the nightstick incident.

CHET
(looks at Beck)
What do you think?
How could this have happened?

BECK
It would seem that someone --
brought it back to life.

CHET
Brought it back --

MEDICAL EXAMINER
To LIFE?

BECK
Yeah. I need to take it back to
Washington and run some tests on it.

CHET
This used to be such a sleepy little town.
Now all this crazy shit’s going on.

BECK
What else is going on?

CHET
The head cheerleader was killed
in a hit and run. And then abducted.

BECK
She was abducted AFTER she was killed?

CHET
Yeah. What? You look -- strange.

BECK
If this means what I think it means --

MEDICAL EXAMINER
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

INT. FRANKIE’S BASEMENT LAB - NIGHT
The sickly-sweet shag carpet
‘soft rock’ sound of Bread’s
I WANT TO MAKE IT WITH YOU over --

Frankie and Shayla, sitting at a
small card table having a candlelit dinner
of fish sticks and sparkling cider.

He wears a sport coat. Shayla, one
of Frankie’s mother’s old dresses.
And tons of garish make-up, poorly applied.

She turns her head to look at something,
and the scarf that hides her
smashed-in skull slips off.

Frankie barely notices.

FRANKIE
So I said to Josh,
‘I said nitrate, NOT titrate.’

He chuckles, pleased with his joke.
Shayla cocks her head.
Pokes at her food with her fork.

SHAYLA
Don’t -- understand.

FRANKIE
Silly me. I’m sorry.
Let’s talk about something else.

The song ends. The mix segues
into The Carpenter’s CLOSE TO YOU.

Shayla recognizes it.
JUMPS UP from her chair.

SHAYLA
I love -- this song.

She starts awkwardly moving to the music.
Gives Frankie her best ‘come hither’ look.

SHAYLA
(sings along)
Just like me, they want to be -- close to you --
(to Frankie)
Come -- dance with me.

Frankie gets up. Goes to her.
They start slow dancing.

You know the kind.
That classic high school dance,
rocking back and forth, holding
onto each other for dear life.

SHAYLA
(touches his hair)
You saved me.
(looks down)
Oooh. Looks like -- somebody’s
getting -- excited.

FRANKIE
Sorry --

SHAYLA
It’s -- okay. It means --

Frankie’s body JERKS.

FRANKIE
Oh, man.
(beat)
I’m sorry.

SHAYLA
It’s okay.
(beat)
I think I’m used to it.

FRANKIE
I’m really sorry, Shayla.
You’re so beautiful, I --

ANGLE ON --

A long extension cord on the floor,
plugged into another one.

We see the wires near one of
the plugs is frayed.
She steps on it, and --

SHAYLA
Gets ZAPPED with electricity. ZZZZZZZZ.

She JUMPS.
PULLS BACK from Frankie,
in shock. Literally.

SHAYLA
YOW.

FRANKIE
(looks down)
Omigod, I’m so sorry.
I meant to fix that.
Are you okay?

SHAYLA
Okay?
(eyes glowing)
I feel fucking FANTASTIC.

FRANKIE
But you just got shocked --

SHAYLA
Hell, yeah. I’m on FIRE, baby.
I haven’t felt this good since --

She looks around the room.

SHAYLA
There’s no windows.

FRANKIE
Well, yeah. It’s a basement.

SHAYLA
(pouts)
I want a view.

FRANKIE
A view.

SHAYLA
Yeah. It’s claustrophobic.

FRANKIE
Well, we can’t have that.

He stares off into space, thinking. Then --

FRANKIE
I’ve GOT IT.
It’ll be PERFECT.
The TREE HOUSE.

SHAYLA
Tree house?

FRANKIE
Yeah.
(beat)
Can you say ‘love nest?’