Thursday, March 3, 2016
Happy Thursday, 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 9 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, Willis returns back to his shitty home on the wrong side of the tracks feeling guilty about his big fight with Shayla. Meanwhile, Frankie and Josh transport Shayla's dead body into Frankie's secret basement lab ...
EXT. SHITTY, RUN-DOWN HOUSE - NIGHT
On the wrong side of the tracks.
If there WERE tracks. The cheap seats.
Threadbare lawn. Grey picket fence.
A dim light flickers behind dirty windows.
Willis’ truck pulls into the driveway. Parks.
INT. WILLIS FAMILY HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Like the carpet and drapes,
it matches the outside.
Piles of pizza boxes, newspapers,
empty beer cans litter the joint.
Willis’ father BUCK (40’s),
fat and sloppy, sits on the shitty,
faded couch watching a ball game.
Wolfing down a TV dinner
with a bottle of cheap beer.
Willis walks in.
(eyes on the screen)
Hey, kid. You’re home kinda late --
I was hanging out with Shayla.
Picked up some of those
Hungry Man dinners.
They’re in the freezer.
Have two if you want.
They were on special --
He starts walking to the kitchen.
Oh, and your mother called.
Said you could stay a few more days.
She’s gonna work in Vegas awhile longer.
(over his shoulder)
INT. WILLIS FAMILY HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT
‘Bare bones’ would be a compliment.
Willis puts a TV dinner in the microwave.
Turns it on. Looks around guiltily.
(under his breath)
Fucking bitch --
INT. FRANKIE’S VOLKSWAGON - NIGHT
Frankie and Josh roll up Shayla
in a brightly-colored bed sheet.
Frankie looks at it. Makes a face.
Shut up. They’re from when I was a kid.
I bet you still sleep on them.
Fuck you. C’mon. Let’s move it.
I don’t wanna get caught.
EXT. FRANKIE’S HOUSE - SIDE YARD - NIGHT
Frankie and Josh carry Shayla’s
wrapped-up body around the
side of the house toward the back door.
INT. FRANKIE’S HOUSE - BACK YARD - NIGHT
Frankie sets down his end.
Reaches for the back door knob.
So far so good. No one’s seen us --
Thank god. She’s fucking heavy.
Come on, hurry it up.
In the window, a light
TURNS ON in the kitchen.
Shit. DUCK DOWN.
Josh DROPS Shayla. Gets down.
She hits the grass with a THUD.
Appears in the window. Looks around.
Shrugs. Disappears. The lights SHUT OFF.
FRANKIE AND JOSH
Breath a sigh of relief. Pick her back up.
Jeez. Now I know how Dexter feels.
Enough wisecracks, Igor.
Let’s get her down to the dungeon.
INT. FRANKIE’S BASEMENT LAB - NIGHT
Shayla lies on a makeshift bed.
An inflatable mattress on top of a
piece of plywood on a couple of sawhorses
covered by the Spiderman sheet.
She looks like some kind of ungodly doll.
The left side of her head looks fine.
Face still pretty.
But the right side has been
smashed in and flattened.
And she’s pretty much COVERED in blood.
She doesn’t look so good anymore, Frankie.
Nonsense. We’ll get her cleaned up,
maybe put a nice scarf around her head.
Get one of my mom’s old dresses.
She’ll look great.
It’s late. I’m gonna split.
(still staring at her)
Okay. Thanks for all the help.
Josh nods. Starts for the stairway.
See you tomorrow in school.
But Frankie’s entranced. Ignores him.
Be sure to wear protection.
(off his silence)
He leaves. Frankie leans down
and kisses Shayla on the cheek.
You’re mine now. All mine.
Forever and ever --