Monday, March 14, 2016
Hey there, crime kids. Happy Monday. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where your most violent fantasies become sins of the flesh, right here, where the hardboiled action is non-stop, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.
In Chapter 16 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, Vita tries on the outfit she bought to try and seduce Frankie, but doesn't feel comfortable in it. Meanwhile, Frankie convinces Josh to help move Shayla from his secret basement lab up into his treehouse because she feels 'trapped,' and wants 'a view' ...
INT. VITA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Lit by a trio of candles on the dresser.
Some haunting new wave-goth classic
plays on the stereo.
We hear a rustling in the closet.
The door opens, and out steps --
VITA. Wearing the dress. And the shoes.
Looks scared. Uncomfortable.
She tentatively CLOMP-CLOMPS
over to the mirror.
Looks at herself. Sighs.
I look like a drag queen.
She plops down on the bed.
Puts her head in her hands.
I can’t DO IT.
What was I thinking?
INT. HIGH SCHOOL LUNCHROOM - DAY
The joint is packed with
LOUD STUDENTS eating lunch.
Gossiping, laughing, each clique
hanging out at their own table.
Frankie and Josh sit alone
in a far corner.
So how was your first date?
No, wait. Don’t answer that.
I don’t want to throw
up my Salisbury steak.
It was so romantic --
I think I’m in love.
In love? With a dead girl?
She’s NOT dead. She’s -- different.
Oh, she’s different, all right.
There’s just one small problem --
A problem? Like what? She’s COLD?
You have to keep her HIDDEN
because everybody’s LOOKING FOR HER?
No, no, no.
She told me last night she wants
-- a view.
(off his look)
You know, a window.
She says the basement
makes her feel -- confined.
C’mon, I’m serious.
I need you to help me move her up
into the tree house.
No way. Sorry. I’m done playing Igor --
Aw, c’mon -- please? I just need you
to help me do this one last thing,
and then I’ll never bring her up again.
Well, that is unless she gets buried --
You’re my best friend in the world.
You’re the only one I can turn to
in this dark hour of need.
You know I’m not very strong --
All I need you to do is be my look-out.
No heavy lifting. Just watch my back.
What’s in it for me?
My undying friendship?
And -- ?
I’ll give you my mint, still-in-the-box,
original Spock action figure.
Lame. NEXT --
What about my first edition Superman comic --
How about -- my Xbox?
Hey. What about your
Jenna Jameson fleshlight?
C’mon. Cough it up.
You don’t need it anymore.
What makes you think I have --
You showed it to me on New Year’s Eve
when we got drunk on apricot schnapps.
Oh, yeah --
Just make sure it’s CLEAN, okay?