Friday, March 4, 2016
Dead Or Alive
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In Chapter 10 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, police officer Chet Beverage interviews Adelle and Brub Petrie about their missing daughter Shayla. Meanhwile, down in his basement lab, Frankie prepares to bring Shayla back to life ...
INT. PETRIE HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Brub and Adelle sit on the couch.
Chet Beverage sits across from them
on a big, overstuffed chair.
Jots down notes.
And you say she’s never late for dinner?
NEVER. Our daughter is a model citizen.
She was PUMPKIN QUEEN --
(dabs her eyes with a tissue)
And the head cheerleader --
We’re so WORRIED about her.
She HONKS on her tissue.
Oh, I know. I haven’t missed a game.
She’s -- lovely.
You need to FIND her, officer, NOW.
Something TERRIBLE could have happened to her.
Well, we can’t file a missing persons report
until twenty-four hours have passed --
But we can’t WAIT twenty-four hours --
Not to worry, Mr. Petrie. I can still do
little unofficial snooping around on my own.
Oh, THANK GOD. Thank you, officer Beverage.
Please. Call me Chet.
(off her weak smile)
Is Shayla dating anybody right now?
That might be a good avenue to explore --
Yes, she is. Willis Grubb, that low-life.
Crazy girl broke up with Brent Brock,
the football captain --
AND prom king --
To go out with HIM.
Well, thank you for letting us know.
I’ll go check on Willis, and tomorrow
we’ll start our investigation.
Don’t worry, we’ll find your daughter,
dead or alive --
(BURSTS into tears)
DEAD or alive?
Brub GLARES at him. CLENCHES his fists.
GET OUT. Get out RIGHT NOW.
You’re upsetting my WIFE.
Ohmigosh, I’m so sorry. I, I -- didn’t mean --
I’m gonna go now.
He nods. Hurries out the door.
Brub rushes over to Adelle.
Tries to comfort her.
Don’t worry, my little flower.
They’ll find her.
PUSH IN ON Adelle’s face. Now livid.
They fucking BETTER.
INT. FRANKIE’S BASEMENT LAB - NIGHT
Shayla lies on the workbench.
All the blood has been cleaned off.
She looks almost peaceful.
A scarf now drapes where the
side of her head was smashed in.
Wires have been attached to
various points on her body.
He attaches one on her right temple,
then her left. Done.
Now it’s time to find out
if we have chemistry --