Wednesday, February 23, 2011
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In Chapter 13 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, the plot thickens when science genius nerd Frankie Stein moves his dead girlfriend Shayla Petrie into a tree house in his backyard. But when his next door neighbor Vita Heck sees what's going on out her window, she makes a horrifying discovery ...
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?
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.
Hello, Frankie --
INT. FRANKIE’S BASEMENT LAB - CONTINUOUS
Frankie’s on the phone.
Shayla watches TV in the background.
Hey, mom. What’s up?
I’m so sorry, but Tami called in sick.
I have to do a double-shift again tonight.
That’s okay, mom.
I’ll just nuke the leftovers from last night.
Great. How was school today?
Uh -- fine. School was -- great.
Are you okay? Is something wrong?
You sound funny.
(looks at Shayla)
No. Everything’s -- fine.
Just -- tired, that’s all.
Shayla raises her arms in the air. SHOUTS.
KILL ‘EM --
What was that?
Something on TV --
(gestures to Shayla to shush)
Sorry you have to work late again.
Yeah, me too. At least I get overtime.
See you in the morning, honey.
Bye, mom. Good night.
Love you. Bye.
He hangs up. Looks at Shayla.
I’m sorry, baby -- but you need to be quiet
when I’m on the phone, okay?
Okay. I’m -- sorry.
What are you watching?
History -- Channel.
That Hitler was -- BAD-ASS.
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 dress,
the hood pulled up over her head
and tied almost completely shut.
I can’t -- see anything --
Don’t worry. It’s just for a couple minutes.
Josh appears from around the corner of the house.
Coast is clear --
Great. You stay here, keep an eye out.
Who’s -- that?
A friend. He’s helping me -- move you.
Hi -- friend.
Keep an eye on the windows next door,
and if you see anyone, give the signal.
Okay. Just hurry it up, okay?
I don’t wanna get busted --
(nods, then, to Shayla)
C’mon, let’s go.
He takes her by the arm,
and they walk toward the rear of the back yard.
Shayla moves slowly, stiffly, zombie-like.
They approach a big, old oak tree in a far corner.
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,
because it’s almost completely hidden.
It’s something, huh?
Me and my dad built it
when I was a little kid.
I designed it --
I -- LOVE IT.
Shhh. We don’t want to wake the neighbors --
INT. VITA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Plain, simple. Surprisingly girlie.
And right now, dark.
Vita BOLTS UPRIGHT in her bed,
awakened by the noise.
She goes to the window.
Looks out. Sees Frankie and Shayla.
Frankie? Who’s that with him?
EXT. TREE HOUSE - NIGHT
We see a circular staircase next to the tree trunk.
Frankie guides Shayla over to the first step.
Okay, here we go --
Shayla grabs the handrail.
Lifts her foot.
Tries to take a step,
but her muscle control is off.
Can’t -- DO IT.
Franke squeezes around in front of her.
Offers his hand.
Here. I’ll help you.
(takes his hand)
He pulls her up.
They start slowly climbing the stairs.
Watches from her window.
Leans out to get a better view.
What the hell?
Sees Vita. Starts freaking out.
Puts his hands together to make a bird call.
Blows into them.
Coo, coo, coo --
Hears it. Looks around.
Doesn’t see anyone.
His cell phone VIBRATES in his pocket.
He stops. Takes it out. Whispers.
Hold on a sec.
Looks up at Vita’s window.
It’s Vita. She’s hanging out
her window watching you. The jig’s up.
I can’t see her from here.
What should we do?
Hell if I know --
Go talk to her. Distract her.
I don’t know what to SAY --
You’re smart. You’ll think of something.
What do you mean too late?
She just came out the back door of her house --
C’mon, let’s go --
What’s -- wrong?
No time. C’mon --
He starts pulling her up the stairs.
Her feet find a rhythm,
and they start moving faster.
Stands in her back yard,
watching them climb.
Who’s that WITH him
Josh walks over to the hedge
at the edge of her yard.
What are you doing out here so late?
(turns and looks)
Josh? I could ask you the same question.
Josh’s eyes grow wide. Wheels turning.
Uh, Frankie’s on a date.
I was the designated driver.
A DATE? Who with?
New girl. Uh -- foreign exchange student.
(looks at the tree house sadly)
So, uh -- it’s late.
I gotta go. Have a good night.
Yeah. See you in school.
Josh nods quickly.
Then marches away. Freaked.
INT. TREE HOUSE - NIGHT
A surprisingly large room. Carpeted.
A futon in one corner.
A table and two chairs in another.
A small boombox.
A small love seat in front of a portable TV.
The door OPENS.
In walks Frankie and Shayla.
She pulls down her hoodie.
Looks around. Squeals with joy.
LOVE it. So -- CUTE.
I thought you might like it.
(phone VIBRATES in pocket)
Hold on a sec --
(pulls it out, answers)
See you tomorrow. Bye.
He CLICKS it shut.
Gestures to the couch.
Have a seat. Take a load off.
Shayla smiles. Goes to the couch.
Sits demurely. Pats the cushion
next to her invitingly.
He grins. Sits down.
She take his hands in hers.
Leans in for a kiss.
Love -- nest.
And they kiss.
IN THE WINDOW we see Vita’s face.
Vita pulls away from the window.
Shayla? But she’s DEAD --