Tuesday, March 1, 2016
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In Chapter 7 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, we meet head cheerleader Shayla Petrie's parents Adelle and Brub, who are waiting for her to come home from school at dinner time. Meanwhile, science genius nerd Frankie Stein and his BFF Josh transport Shayla's body to Frankie's secret basement lair ...
INT. SUBURBAN HOME - KITCHEN - DAY
Suzy Homemaker’s dream come true.
riot of stainless steel and off-white
in the heart of suburbia.
Top Chef, ahoy.
A WOMAN (40’s), pert, smiling, very attractive
is studiously cooking at the stove.
She tastes the sauce with a wooden spoon.
Mmm. Delicious. Got Milf?
Meet ADELLE PETRIE, Shayla’s mom.
The perfect wife, mother, bookkeeper,
You know the drill.
(calls into the next room)
Dinner’s almost ready, honey.
Did Shayla get home yet?
I didn’t hear her come in --
MALE VOICE (O.C.)
You want me to call her on her cell?
BRUB PETRIE (40’s), Shayla’s father walks in.
Tall and fit, with rugged good-looks.
Right out of a Sears catalogue.
I mean, could this family be more
picture-perfect or what?
I’m sure she’ll be along in a sec.
She’s NEVER late for dinner --
That’s smells terrific.
Is that a new recipe?
How’d you guess?
When it comes to your cooking,
I’ve got a nose for adventure.
Oh, YOU. Do me a favor
and set the table for dinner?
Of course, my love.
Anything for you.
They gaze at each other
with undying love.
Brub suddenly SHITS HIS PANTS
with a ROAR OF FLATULENCE.
(waves her hand in the air)
Jesus fucking Christ, Brub.
Get the fuck out of here,
you’re shitting up the KITCHEN.
Don’t use that tone
with me, BETTY CROCKER.
You want the belt again?
Oh, go ahead, Mr. Macho.
Why don’t you just fucking HIT me?
I told you to wear fucking Depends,
but NO -- Mr. Irritable Bowel Syndrome
just HAS to ruin his new Dockers.
Storms over to the doorway.
Over his shoulder.
I’m going to take a shower,
and when I come back, dinner
BETTER be served. Capiche?
Cocks her head.
Sure thing, honey-bun.
Comin’ up in jiffy.
INT. FRANKIE’S VOLKSWAGON - NIGHT
Frankie drives. Mind reeling.
Deep in thought.
Josh stares out the window.
So where are you going to put her?
In my basement lab, of course.
Are you fucking KIDDING me?
Your mom will find her.
No, she won’t.
She’s forbidden to go down there.
It’s my domain. It’s not just my lab,
it’s also my room, where I sleep.
You’re going to sleep in the
same room as a DEAD BODY?
She’s not going to be dead
very long, Josh.
Yeah. That’s what I’m AFRAID of --