Death Of A Cheerleader

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In Chapter 5 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, scientist Beck Driver at the Center For Disease Control gets a call about the dead rat Frankie reanimated. Meanwhile, head cheerleader Shayla Petrie gets killed in a hit and run accident, and Frankie decides to continue his 'experiment' ... and bring her back to life.


INT. CENTER FOR DISEASE CONTROL - OFFICE - DAY
A cluttered office filled with
book shelves and filing cabinets.
Paperwork EVERYWHERE.

A tall, intense-looking SCIENTIST (30’s)
talks on the phone.

Meet REBECCA ‘BECK’ DRIVER.
No-nonsense. Great-looking.

Even with the glasses,
hair pulled back.

Smokin’ hot bod
hidden behind Armani.

Has that Sarah Palin thing going on.
But whip-smart.

BECK
Don’t get me wrong,
I love Dustin Hoffman,
but OUTBREAK was ridiculous.
The virus was --
(sees something)
My other line.
Hold on a sec --
(PUNCHES a button)
This is Beck --
(listens)
REALLY?
How long had it been dead?
(listens)
I’ll be there
as fast as I can.
(listens)
Of course.
Do you realize
what this could MEAN?
(listens)
Got it. Bye.
(PUNCHES another button)
I’m back.
You’ll never believe
what was just found
in Venison, Ohio --
(listens)
A dead rat on the loose.
(listens)
Yeah.
It was brought back to life.
(listens)
OF COURSE I’ve see RE-ANIMATOR.

EXT. THE CAMELOT MOTEL - DUSK
A seedy, shitty adult motel
on the outskirts of town near a park.

Frankie’s VW bus is parked
at the opposite side
of the gravel parking lot
far away from Willis’ truck.

JOSH
I’m cold, I’m hungry,
and I gotta take a piss.

FRANKIE
You can go if you want to.

JOSH
I’m not gonna WALK home.
It’s too FAR.

FRANKIE
Relax.
They’re not gonna
be much longer.
They both have to
go home for dinner.

On cue, a motel door OPENS.
Shayla and Willis walk out.

Dishevelled, with that
‘just had sex’ look.
And a bit tipsy.

They look around,
make sure they’re not being seen.

Willis holds a bottle
of Jack Daniels.
Takes a long swallow.

They both get in the truck.
It starts driving away.

IN FRANKIE’S VAN
He starts the engine.

FRANKIE
Okay, here we go --

IN WILLIS’ TRUCK
Shayla grips her stomach.
Turns green --

SHAYLA
Stop the car.
I’m gonna get --

And PROJECTILE VOMITS
all over the dashboard.

WILLIS
Fucking BITCH.
Look what you did to my TRUCK.
(reaches over, YANKS her door open)
Get OUT.

SHAYLA
But, but --

Willis SHOVES her out of the seat.
She FLIES OUT the door.

IN THE VAN
Frankie and Josh see
Shayla HIT the pavement.

And Willis’ truck ROAR away.
Shayla stands up.
Shakes a fist. SCREAMS.

SHAYLA
You fucking ASSHOLE.

ON THE STREET
A DRUNK DRIVER comes
CAREENING around a corner.

Now that it’s getting darker,
he doesn’t see Shayla --
and CLIPS her with his front fender.

She FLIES into the air
like a rag doll --

And HITS the pavement, THWUMP.

FRANKIE’S VW BUS
SCREECHES to a halt
beside her motionless body.

Frankie and Josh jump out.
Walk over.

Frankie gets down on his knees.
Takes her pulse.
Shakes his head sadly.

FRANKIE
She’s -- dead.

JOSH
Shit.
We better call the cops --

FRANKIE
The COPS?
Are you fucking KIDDING me?

JOSH
What else could we --
(realizes)
Oh, no. No WAY.

FRANKIE
Way.
It worked on the rat.
Now I want to try it on her.

JOSH
This is SICK, Frankie.
You just want to be with her.
No WAY am I getting involved in this.
We could go to jail for a LONG time.

FRANKIE
So we don’t get caught.
Now help me put her
in the back of the van.
(off his silence)
C’mon, don’t you want me
to go down in medical history?

JOSH
(sighs)
I’ll take the feet.
You grab her arms --