Dead Cheerleader Walking

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In Chapter 8 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, school bully Willis Grubb returns to his white trash home after his disastrous date with Shayla. Meanwhile, Frankie and Josh bring her dead body down into his basement lab for safekeeping ...


EXT. SHITTY, RUN-DOWN HOUSE - NIGHT
On the wrong side of the tracks.
If there WERE tracks.

The cheap seats. Threadbare lawn.
Grey picket fence. Sagging foundation.

A dim light flickers behind dirty windows.
Willis’ truck pulls into the driveway. Parks.

INT. WILLIS FAMILY HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Like the carpet and drapes,
it matches the outside.

Piles of pizza boxes, newspapers,
empty beer cans litter the joint.

Willis’ father BUCK (40’s),
fat and sloppy, sits on the shitty,
faded couch watching a ball game.

Wolfing down a TV dinner
with a bottle of cheap beer.
Willis walks in.

WILLIS
Hey, pop.

BUCK
(eyes on the screen)
Hey, kid.
You’re home kinda late --

WILLIS
I was hanging out with Shayla.

BUCK
Picked up some of those
Hungry Man dinners.
They’re in the freezer.
Help yourself.
Have two if you want.
They were on special --

WILLIS
Thanks.

He starts walking to the kitchen.

BUCK
Oh, and your mother called.
Said you could stay a few more days.
She’s gonna work in Vegas awhile longer.

WILLIS
(over his shoulder)
Cool.

INT. WILLIS FAMILY HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT
‘Bare bones’ would be a compliment.

Willis puts a TV dinner in the microwave.
Turns it on. Looks around guiltily.

WILLIS
(under his breath)
Fucking bitch --

INT. FRANKIE’S VOLKSWAGON - NIGHT
Frankie and Josh roll up Shayla
in a brightly-colored bed sheet.

Frankie looks at it.
Makes a face.

FRANKIE
Spiderman sheets?

JOSH
Shut up.
They’re from when I was a kid.

FRANKIE
I bet you still sleep on them.

JOSH
Fuck you. C’mon.
Let’s move it.
I don’t wanna get caught.

EXT. FRANKIE’S HOUSE - SIDE YARD - NIGHT
Frankie and Josh carry Shayla’s
wrapped-up body around the side of the house
toward the back door.

INT. FRANKIE’S HOUSE - BACK YARD - NIGHT
Frankie sets down his end.
Reaches for the back door knob.

FRANKIE
(looks around)
So far so good.
No one’s seen us --

JOSH
Thank god.
She’s fucking heavy.
Come on, hurry it up.

In the window,
a light TURNS ON
in the kitchen.

FRANKIE
Shit.
DUCK DOWN.

Josh DROPS Shayla.
Gets down.
She hits the grass with a THUD.

JULIE’S FACE
Appears in the window.
Looks around.
Shrugs. Disappears.

The lights SHUT OFF.

FRANKIE AND JOSH
Breath a sigh of relief.
Pick her back up.

JOSH
Jeez.
Now I know how Dexter feels.

FRANKIE
Enough wisecracks, Igor.
Let’s get her down to the dungeon.

INT. FRANKIE’S BASEMENT LAB - NIGHT
Shayla lies on a makeshift bed.

An inflatable mattress on top of
a piece of plywood on a couple of sawhorses
covered by the Spiderman sheet.

She looks like some kind of
ungodly doll.

The left side of her head looks fine.
Face still pretty.

But the right side has been
smashed in and flattened.

Skull exposed.
And she’s pretty much
COVERED in blood.

JOSH
She doesn’t look so good
anymore, Frankie.

FRANKIE
Nonsense.
We’ll get her cleaned up,
maybe put a nice scarf around her head.
Get one of my mom’s old dresses.
She’ll look great.

JOSH
It’s late.
I’m gonna split.

FRANKIE
(still staring at her)
Okay.
Thanks for all the help.

Josh nods.
Starts for the stairway.

JOSH
See you tomorrow in school.

But Frankie’s entranced.
Ignores him.

JOSH
Be sure to wear protection.
(off his silence)
Whatever.

He leaves.
Frankie leans down and
kisses Shayla on the cheek.

FRANKIE
You’re mine now.
All mine.
Forever and ever --