Saturday, September 28, 2013
Night Of The Living Babe
Happy Saturday, crime slicksters. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.
In Chapter 28 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, the shit hits the fan when science genius nerd Frankie Stein chases his dead, reanimated 'girlfriend' Shayla Petrie through the park, with the cops, the media, his former flame Vita Heck and a lynch mob hot on their trail ...
EXT. CAMELOT MOTEL - NIGHT
Del Dunn sits in her news van.
Talking on her cell phone.
Frankie and Shayla are holed up
in a room at the Camelot Motel.
The vigilantes outnumber the cops --
INT. VITA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Vita stares at her laptop,
tears in her eyes.
Listening to her I-pod.
A TV is on with the sound off
in the background.
ON THE LAPTOP
We see a picture of her and Frankie
at age ten at the ‘marriage ceremony’
we saw in the opening flashback.
A CHAT WINDOW
The message reads 'OMG.
Turn on the news.
They’re talking about Frankie.'
Looks at the TV.
Frankie’s face fills the screen.
WHIPS off her headphones.
PUNCHES the remote.
KIP CARTWHEEL (O.C.)
-- at the Camelot Motel,
where police officers
and an angry mob have assembled.
We take you now to Del Dunn, at the scene.
EXT. CAMELOT MOTEL - PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Del Dunn stands away from the mob
holding a microphone.
She looks into the camera.
Cocks her head with importance.
I’m here in the parking lot of the Camelot Motel,
where Frankie Stein is holed up
with his hostage, Shayla Petrie.
It’s become quite the scene,
what with both local law enforcement
and a mob of angry townspeople
vying for control of the situation --
INT. VITA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Vita PUNCHES off the TV.
She RACES to her closet.
YANKS OUT the special dress.
GRABS the shoes.
Her makeup bag. RUNS into --
INT. VITA’S BATHROOM - NIGHT
She looks in the mirror.
Starts applying blood-red lipstick.
Okay, Frankie Stein --
it’s time to fight fire with glamor.
INT. STATE PARK - WOODS - NIGHT
Shayla RUNS through the dense foliage
like a madwoman on fire, WHACKING
leaves and tree limbs in her way,
leaving an easy-to-follow trail behind her.
RUNS through the forest chasing her.
He’s about a hundred feet behind,
following the trail she’s left,
but still getting SLAPPED on the face
by leaves and branches.
Gets to a jogging trail.
Turns onto it.
Now runs FASTER without any obstacles in her way.
She passes a JOGGER going the other way.
He smiles at her, then sees her smashed-in skull.
He realizes who she is.
Freaks out. STOPS.
Pulls out his cell phone.
PUNCHES a number. Listens.
I just saw Shayla Petrie on THE JOGGING TRAIL --
Frankie comes RUNNING PAST HIM.
He watches him go by.
Yeah, he’s following her.
Going north, toward the old mill --
EXT. CAMELOT MOTEL - ROOM FIVE - NIGHT
Chet and Beck stand in
front of the motel room door.
Four DEPUTIES stand between them
and the angry mob,
pointing shotguns at them.
Brub shakes his fist.
I wanna see my DAUGHTER.
Stay right where you are.
Any of you make a move, and we’ll shoot.
EXT. STATE PARK - WOODS - NIGHT
Shayla continues RUNNING down the jogging path.
One of her high heels HITS a rock.
She TRIPS, FLIES up in the air.
Lands on her ass, THWUMP.
She takes them off. Gets up.
Frankie comes TEARING ASS toward her.
She sees him. SHOUTS.
Go AWAY, leave me ALONE --
She veers off the path and
TAKES OFF again into the woods --
just as Frankie catches up.
Catches his breath.
Shayla, STOP -- I just wanna TALK --
And he PLUNGES
into the foliage after her.
IN FRONT OF THE MOTEL ROOM
Chet and Beck stand in front of the door.
Chet pulls out his revolver.
Clicks the safety.
BANGS on the door.
Frankie Stein, this is the POLICE.
Open the door, NOW.
This is your LAST WARNING.
Open the door NOW, or we’re COMING IN.
They listen. No sound.
He raises his gun.
Works a passkey into the door.
Opens it. They slowly go inside.
Walks over to the deputies.
Faces the crowd.
If ya’ll don’t put down your weapons,
I’m gonna arrest the whole lot of you.
And if you don’t move your FAT ASS --
Chet and Beck come back outside.
What the FUCK?
They went out through the bathroom window.
Suddenly an old Dodge Dart Swinger
ROARS into the parking lot, CRUNCHING gravel.
SCREECHES to a stop.
The door opens.
Out steps Vita. Transformed.
Made-up. No glasses.
Hair out of a Robert Palmer video.
Smokin’ hot in the black dress
and fuck-me pumps.
She puts her hands on her hips.
I need to have a word with FRANKIE.
Vita, it’s not safe for you to --
His radio SQUAWKS on his belt.
FEMALE DISPATCHER (O.C.)
Attention, all units.
Frankie Stein and Shayla Petrie
have just been seen in the state park,
heading north toward the old mill.
(into the radio)
Copy that, OVER.
We’re on our way.
Come ON, everybody.
To THE OLD MILL.
I know a SHORTCUT.
The vigilantes RACE OVER
to their vehicles.
STOP. Stay right WHERE YOU ARE.
(jumps in his car)
Fuck YOU, old man.
I’m gonna get my DAUGHTER.
If you don’t stop, we’ll SHOOT.
You wouldn’t DARE.
He REVS his engine.
The deputies look at each other.
Watch Brub and the gang TAKE OFF,
Wind WHIRLS AROUND, red-faced.
Why didn’t you SHOOT?
Aw, c’mon, chief.
I bowl with Brub --
I thought we were just bluffin’ --
Don’t you think we should FOLLOW THEM?
God-DAMMIT. Let’s GO --
He waddles over to his car.
The deputies race over to theirs.
Chet and Beck start for Chet’s.
Beck looks at Vita.
Go home, Vita.
It’s too dangerous.
But they’re gonna hurt my FRANKIE.
Beck and Chet exchange glances.
She did help us out.
Get in the back.
You can ride with us --