Monday, March 21, 2016
Dead To Rights
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In Chapter 21 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, science genius nerd Frankie Stein is confronted by his childhood flame Vita Heck after she sees him romancing reanimated cheerleader Shayla Petrie in his tree house ...
INT. HIGH SCHOOL CORRIDOR - DAY
The joint is clogged with kids.
Frankie stands at his locker
working the combination.
Vita comes up behind him.
Frankie, we need to talk.
Hey, Vita. Sorry, can’t talk now,
don’t wanna be late for class.
He turns to leave.
I saw you with Shayla last night.
That’s crazy. She’s -- dead. Missing.
No, she’s not. She’s in your tree house.
I, I can explain --
You fucking BETTER --
(grabs his hand)
Come with me.
She drags him into --
INT. GIRLS’ ROOM - DAY
Empty except for a YOUNG GIRL WITH BRACES
drying her hands with a paper towel.
She sees Frankie and BOLTS for the door.
What the FUCK, Frankie.
Did you bring her back to life?
Yeah, but wait, I can explain --
A cop and woman from the CDC
were at my house this morning
asking my mother about the DEAD RAT
that was running around
like crazy in my basement.
Did you do that, too?
I was doing a dead-cell reanimation
experiment -- and it worked.
And then when Shayla got hit by a car --
He trails off. Gestures helplessly.
I can’t fucking BELIEVE it.
Do you realize how much
trouble you’re in?
My mother told them about
your basement lab.
(realizes, freaks out)
Did you tell them you saw --
No, no, no. I’d never do that.
I want to help you.
You w-want to help me? Why?
Don’t you remember the ceremony?
We were TEN, Vita.
That was kid’s stuff.
It doesn’t have to be --
I never stopped loving you.
Frankie stares. Be careful here.
You need her help.
He takes her hands in his.
Can we -- talk about that later?
I’m kinda -- freaked out right now.
Of course, of course.
Here’s what you do.
Go to the nurse, say you’re sick,
then go home and hide anything
in your lab that can
be used as evidence.
Oh, shit. Wait.
The cop and the CDC lady
are probably there right now --
No, it’s okay.
My mom’s still at work.
She doesn’t get home until ten.
She did a double shift last night.
Yeah. Okay --
Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out.
I don’t know what to say.
She puts her hands on his hips.
Draws him close --
Thank you would be nice --
And grinds into his crotch.
Kisses him deeply. She pulls back.
Frankie looks at her. Aroused. Confused.
Play your cards right, and
there’s more where that comes from.
I’d -- like that.
We can make up for lost time.
(off his stare)
She’s no good for you, Frankie.
She’s dead. I’m alive --
Now go, scoot --
go see the nurse. Hurry.
He stares at her a long beat.
Nods. Then hurries out.
(watches him go)
You’re mine now, Frankie Stein.