Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Room With A View
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In Chapter 12 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, the local news reports on dead cheerleader Shayla Petrie's disappearance. Meanwhile, as science genius nerd Frankie Stein prepares to move Shayla to his tree house, he discovers to his horror that she's starting to remember things ...
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 WE MISS YOU, 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.
News Four AT YOUR DOOR.
With Candy Sprinkle --
Candy looks up.
Gives a slight nod.
And Kip Cartwheel --
Kip nods. Smiles briefly.
Cocks an eyebrow.
CAMERA ZOOMS IN on Candy.
Eyes bright with emotion.
Welcome to News Four At Your Door.
Our top story tonight,
little Shayla Petrie,
a senior at Venison High,
was reported missing last night --
She stops. Tries to continue,
chokes back a muffled sob.
Kip sees this, nods,
looks into the camera.
Police have started a
county-wide search for the missing teen,
who was captain of the cheerleading squad,
and who was crowned 'Miss Pumpkin'
at last year’s Harvest Festival --
Candy shakes her head.
Recovers her composure.
Law enforcement officials
won’t divulge any details
about their investigation,
and are still combing
the scene of her abduction for clues --
We take you now to investigate reporter
Del Dunn, at the crime scene.
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.
So, Del. What’s the skinny?
Have you rooted out
any intel for us yet?
Although Venison’s finest
haven’t given me squat,
this investigative reporter
has been sniffing out clues
like Andy Dick at a pharmacy --
That’s quite the colorful metaphor, Del.
So spill it. What did you find out?
(looks back and forth, then --)
Well, it seems that impressions
of two pairs of sneakers
were taken at the scene,
one of which has a unique marking
on the sole that should be easy to track -
INT. FRANKIE’S HOUSE - BASEMENT LAB - AT THAT MOMENT
Frankie sits at his workbench
eating a sandwich watching the news.
His ears perk up. Looks scared.
Takes off a sneaker. Looks at the sole.
Has the initials ‘FS’ carved in the bottom.
Eyes go wide.
Shayla lies on her ‘bed’
leafing through a fashion magazine.
She looks up, quizzical.
Did you -- say something?
(eyes on the TV)
-- and that they believe
the culprits are,
believe it or not --
a pair of teenage kids --
Frankie turns it off. Exhales.
Looks at Shayla. Scared.
What’s -- wrong?
Nothing. Nothing --
(trying for normal)
So you ready for the big move?
Can’t -- wait.
Room with -- a view.
Great. You’re gonna love it.
Shayla cocks her head. Thinking.
I’m starting to -- remember stuff.
Oh? Like -- what?
I -- used to be -- cheerleader.
And -- something else --
Oh? Wh-what’s that?
Boyfriend. But it’s -- not you.
PUSH IN ON Frankie’s face.
Freaking out. He swallows.