This Bud's For You

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In Chapter 27 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, Willis hears on the news that the manhunt is on for Frankie and his reanimated corpse 'girlfriend' at the sex motel, and sets off after him -- just as the cops arrive -- and the lynch mob.


EXT. CAMELOT MOTEL - NIGHT
Willis’ truck pulls into the parking lot. Parks.

INT. WILLIS’ TRUCK - NIGHT
Some corny power ballad plays on the car stereo.
In a perfect world, Cinderella’s
DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’VE GOT TIL IT’S GONE.

Willis looks at the motel longingly.
Finishes a can of beer.

SMASHES it against his forehead.
Reaches over, pulls another one off a six pack.
CRACKS it open. Raises it. Toasts.

WILLIS
This Bud’s for you, Shayla --

The song ends.
An ANNOUNCER’S voice comes on the radio.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
We interrupt our current programming
with this late-breaking bulletin.
Venison police are currently searching for
high school student Frankie Stein,
who is wanted in connection with
abducting the body of Shayla Petrie,
who was killed in a hit-and-run accident --

WILLIS
What THE FUCK?

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
If you see him, please contact
the authorities immediately.
And be careful.
He’s considered extremely dangerous.

WILLIS
Frankie STEIN?
That fucking NERD?
With my SHAYLA?

IN THE MOTEL ROOM
Shayla shakes her fist at Frankie.
Beyond livid.

SHAYLA
So what the FUCK am I supposed to do NOW, HUH?
I can’t go home looking like THIS.
I was the MOST POPULAR GIRL IN SCHOOL --
and now I look like SHIT.
(eyes fill with tears)
Why didn’t you just let me DIE?

FRANKIE
I told you -- I love you.
(beat)
I think you’re still beautiful --

SHAYLA
'Beautiful?'
I look like THE BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN --
(gasps)
How DARE YOU lie to me about being my boyfriend.
AS IF. You’re a pathetic little creep
who can only get a girl by fucking a DEAD BODY.

PUSH IN ON Frankie’s face.
Beyond upset. About to cry.

FRANKIE
Does that mean -- we’re breaking up?

INT. WILLIS’ TRUCK - NIGHT
Willis shuts off the radio.
In shock. Shakes his head.

WILLIS
That little FREAK.
Just wait until I get my hands on him --

Then he sees it.
Parked down at the end.
Frankie’s VW bus.

WILLIS
What the FUCK? He’s HERE?

He GRABS the door handle.
JUMPS out of the car.

EXT. CAMELOT MOTEL - NIGHT
Willis STORMS across the parking lot,
shaking his fist.

WILLIS
FRANKIE STEIN.
I know you’re in there with MY SHAYLA.
Get your ass OUT HERE RIGHT NOW,
or I’m COMING IN.

INT. CAMELOT MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Frankie and Shayla hear Willis.
Look at the door. Freaked.

FRANKIE
Willis --

SHAYLA
What the fuck is HE doing here?

FRANKIE
I dunno.

SHAYLA
Well, I’m not sticking around to FIND OUT.
No WAY is that fat fuck
getting his hands on me AGAIN.

She RACES into the bathroom.
Frankie follows her.

INT. MOTEL BATHROOM - NIGHT
Shayla stands on the toilet.
Opens the window.

Starts climbing out.
Frankie races in.

FRANKIE
Wait. I’m coming with you.

SHAYLA
(turns, looks)
Stay AWAY from me --

And she’s gone.

EXT. CAMELOT MOTEL - REAR - NIGHT
Shayla hits the ground with soft THUD.
RUNS away.

Frankie starts climbing out.
Loses his grip, HITS the ground.

FRANKIE
OW --

He gets up.
Starts CHASING after her.

EXT. CAMELOT MOTEL - NIGHT
Willis walks down the row of doors, SHOUTING.

WILLIS
FRANKIE STEIN.
Get your fucking ass OUT HERE, right NOW.

Chet’s patrol car FLIES into the parking lot.
SCREECHES to a halt in a CRUNCH of gravel.

Two other patrol cars ROAR into the lot.
Cherry lights FLASHING.

Chet and Beck JUMP out of the car.
Willis RUNS over to them.

WILLIS
Officer Beverage, I’m glad you’re here.
Frankie Stein’s here --
(points)
That’s his car.

Chet and Beck look at each other.
Her eyes flash a question. He nods.

She walks over to the van.
Turns on a flashlight.

CHET
What are you doing here?

WILLIS
This is where Shayla and I last --
(embarrassed)
You know.

BECK
(flashes light in the window)
Holy SHIT.
(to Chet)
Josh Bohner is in the back, dead.

CHET
(to Willis)
Wait right here.

He walks over to the car.
Shines a light in the window.

BECK
Looks like someone’s developed a taste for blood.

CHET
You mean -- like a vampire?

BECK
Sort of.
I’m guessing that whatever reanimated her
started to wear off, so she needed fresh blood.
So to speak --

Obese Mexican Clerk waddles over to them.

OBESE MEXICAN CLERK
What’s the problem, officer?

CHET
I need to know what room Frankie Stein is in.

OBESE MEXICAN CLERK
Number five.
It’s the only room that’s taken.
What did he do?

BECK
Are you fucking KIDDING me?
Don’t you watch the news?

OBESE MEXICAN CLERK
Nah. Ees too depressing.

Just then a CONVOY of CARS AND TRUCKS
roars into the lot.

The VIGILANTES start piling out.
They carry shotguns and torches.
March over to Chet, Beck and Obese.

BRUB
We’ll take it from here, Chet.

CHET
Stand down, Brub.
I don’t cotton to no mob scene
vigilantes on my watch.

Brub raises his shotgun.
Takes aim at Chet.

BRUB
I’ve come to get my daughter,
so get the FUCK outta my way.

Chet WHIPS OUT his service revolver.
Aims it at Brub.

CHET
Put the gun down, Brub.
You’re not acting rationally.

The Vigilantes raise their weapons.
Take aim.

BRUB
I’m afraid we’ve got you outnumbered,
Barney Fife.

BECK
Listen to me.
You can’t go in there shooting.
Shayla’s not dead --

BRUB
Who the fuck are YOU?

BECK
I’m a government agent with the CDC.

BRUB
What do you mean she’s not dead?

BECK
Frankie Stein brought her back to life.

BRUB
Yeah, right.
And I’m Freddy Krueger --