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In Chapter 11`of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, the cops comb the scene of the crime where head cheerleader Shayla Petrike was run over and then abducted by Frankie and Josh. Meanwhile, Beck Driver of the CDC examines the dead rat Frankie reanimated, and figures out the score ...
EXT. OLD COUNTRY ROAD - DAY
We recognize the spot where
Willis kicked Shayla out of the car.
And the curve in the road
where she was plowed over
by the hit and run driver.
But instead of being isolated,
it’s now a CRIME SCENE.
A gaggle of CRIME TECHS
search the area for clues.
In the background
is the same media circus,
now behind barricades,
kept back by a handful of
UNIFORMED OFFICERS.
Chet talks to the CHIEF OF POLICE,
a pasty-fasted big fella
squeezed like a sausage
into a cheap suit.
Meet CAPPY WIND (50’s),
Venison’s low-rent version
of the high command.
CHET
He’s kind of a fuck-up, chief.
But I don’t think he had
anything to do with her disappearance.
He was genuinely surprised
to find out she didn’t come home.
CHIEF WIND
But you said he acted kinda guilty.
CHET
Yeah, but not because of any foul play.
He wouldn’t admit
that they’d been drinking,
but he told me she threw up
all over the inside of his vehicle.
(beat)
You know teenagers.
CHIEF WIND
Too well.
But we got an anonymous tip from someone
who said he liked to hit her.
As of now, he’s our chief suspect.
An INTENSE-LOOKING TECH
looks up from his work.
INTENSE-LOOKING TECH
We got bits of skull
and brains here, chief.
CHIEF WIND
So she was definitely killed.
He nods.
Points at a spot
on the side of the road.
INTENSE-LOOKING TECH
And we’ve got tire tracks that show
a vehicle screeched to a stop here --
(points)
And there’s traces of blood here --
(points)
And these marks suggest
that a large object was dragged --
(points)
Over here.
And see here where they stopped?
The body was moved.
CHET
What do you think happened?
INTENSE-LOOKING TECH
If you ask me, she was hit by a car,
then dragged off into another car
and taken away.
CHET
Jesus CHRIST.
Who the hell would do THAT?
CHIEF WIND
That’s what we’re gonna find out, son.
NOBODY steals the dead body
of the head cheerleader in MY TOWN.
(mutters to himself)
That nubile, young flesh --
CHET
Of course not, sir.
(thinks)
Actually, uh --
I think they did. Sir.
CHIEF WIND
Shut up, Beverage.
You know what I meant.
We’re gonna find the culprit,
GOT IT?
CHET
Got it. Sir.
CHIEF WIND
And I’m putting YOU
in charge of the case.
CHET
ME? Sir -- ?
CHIEF WIND
I want you to comb
EVERY INCH of this bucolic,
lower-middle-class paradise
and FIND this monster.
CHET
Yes, SIR.
CHIEF WIND
I want Mr. and Mrs. Venison to know
that we will HUNT DOWN
and BRING TO JUSTICE
anyone who DARES
to kill and abduct
OUR objects of desire.
INT. VENISON POLICE HEADQUARTERS - DAY
The usual drab, puke-colored institutional joint.
Strange details scream out ‘built in the 70’s.’
A LARGE COP sits at the front desk
working a crossword puzzle.
Beck Driver MARCHES
up to him briskly.
BECK
Excuse me --
LARGE COP
(eyes on the paper)
Gimme one sec --
BECK
Beck Driver, CDC,
here to see Officer Chet Beverage.
LARGE COP
(looks at her)
What’s a five-letter word for fat?
BECK
Obese.
LARGE COP
That’s IT.
(writes it down, looks up)
How may I help you?
BECK
Beck Driver, CDC, here to see
Officer Chet Beverage.
LARGE COP
Beck?
Like the musician?
BECK
It’s short for Rebecca.
(low)
I’m here about the rat --
LARGE COP
Oh. That.
You need to go to the morgue.
Downstairs. I’ll have him
meet you down there.
Beck nods. Marches off.
Fat picks up the phone. Watches her.
LARGE COP
Nice rack.
INT. MORGUE - DAY
Cold, sterile. Right out of Quincy.
Chet and Beck stand next to the
MEDICAL EXAMINER (50’s),
a tall, bird-like chap.
Wisps of white hair fleck a bald head.
Piercing eyes like steel.
MEDICAL EXAMINER
Most unusual.
We don’t usually handle animals.
He goes to a steel drawer.
They follow him.
He slides it open to reveal --
a tangled mess of blood, bones
and fur in a glass case
marked ‘biohazard.’
BECK
Jesus.
What HAPPENED to it?
CHET
I shot it, but it kept coming at me.
I finally got the little fucker
by smashing his skull
in with my nightstick.
MEDICAL EXAMINER
I’ve never seen anything like it
in my entire career.
It was dead --
but still moving around.
BECK
And you know that from
examining a tissue sample?
MEDICAL EXAMINER
Indeed.
It died twelve hours
before the incident.
CHET
(looks at Beck)
What do you think?
How could this have happened?
BECK
It would seem that someone --
brought it back to life.
CHET
Brought it back --
MEDICAL EXAMINER
To LIFE?
BECK
Yeah.
I need to take it back to Washington
and run some tests on it.
CHET
This used to be such a
sleepy little town.
Now all this crazy shit’s going on.
BECK
What else is going on?
CHET
The head cheerleader was killed
in a hit and run and then abducted.
BECK
She was abducted AFTER
she was killed?
CHET
Yeah.
What? You look -- strange.
BECK
If this means what I think it means --
MEDICAL EXAMINER
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
CHET
WHAT? Tell me.
PUSH IN ON Beck’s face.
Eyes blazing.
BECK
We just might have a
modern-day Frankenstein
on our hands --
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