Thursday, March 17, 2016
The Jig's Up
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In Chapter 19 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, science genius nerd Frankie Stein moves his dead girlfreind Shayla Petrie to his backyard treehouse in the middle of the night, but gets spotted by his next door neighbor/childhood flame Vita Heck ...
EXT. FRANKIE’S BACKYARD - NIGHT
Dark and deserted at this late hour.
Frankie stands near the back door with Shayla,
who wears a hoodie over her dress,
the hood pulled up and tied almost completely shut.
Hard to -- see.
Don’t worry. It’s just for a couple minutes.
Josh appears from around the corner of the house.
Coast is clear.
Great. You stay here, keep an eye out.
Who’s -- that?
A friend. He’s helping me move you.
Keep an eye on the windows next door,
and if you see anyone, give the signal.
Okay. Just hurry it up, okay?
I don’t wanna get busted.
C’mon, let’s go.
He takes her by the arm, and they walk
toward the back of the yard.
Shayla shuffles slowly, stiffly, zombie-like.
They approach a big, old oak tree in a far corner.
It’s -- beautiful.
ANGLE ON --
A TREE HOUSE nestled fifty feet up
in the big, thick branches.
Quite large, and beautifully made.
It’s been there for awhile,
almost completely hidden by leaves.
It’s something, huh? Me and my dad built it
when I was a little kid. I designed it.
I -- LOVE IT.
Shhh. We don’t want to wake the neighbors.
INT. VITA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Vita lies in bed studying. She hears something.
Cocks her head. Goes to the window.
Looks out. Eyes grow wide.
Frankie? And who’s that with him?
EXT. TREE HOUSE - NIGHT
We see a circular staircase
winding around the tree trunk.
Frankie guides Shayla
over to the first step.
Okay, here we go --
Shayla grabs the handrail. Lifts her foot.
Tries to take a step, but her muscle control is off.
Can’t -- DO IT.
Frankie squeezes around in front of her.
Offers his hand.
Here. I’ll help you.
(takes his hand)
He pulls her up.
They start slowly climbing the stairs.
Watches from her window.
Leans out to get a better view.
What the hell?
Sees Vita. Starts freaking out.
Puts his hands together to make a bird call.
Blows into them.
Coo, coo, coo --
Hears it. Looks around. Doesn’t see anyone.
His cell phone VIBRATES in his pocket.
He stops. Takes it out. Whispers.
Looks up at Vita’s window.
It’s Vita. She was hanging out
her window watching you. The jig’s up.
Go talk to her. Distract her.
Shit. Too late.
What do you mean 'too late?'
She just came outside.
SHIT. Then go head her off --
C’mon, let’s go --
What’s -- wrong?
Hurry up. C’mon --
He starts pulling her up the stairs.
Her feet find a rhythm, and they start moving faster.
Stands in her back yard, watching them climb.
Who’s that WITH him?
Josh walks over to the hedge at the edge of her yard.
Hey, Vita. What are you doing out so late?
(turns and looks)
Josh? I could ask you the same question.
Uh, Frankie’s on a date. I was the -- designated driver.
A DATE? Who with?
New girl. Uh -- foreign exchange student.
So, uh -- it’s late. I gotta go. Have a good night.
Yeah. You too --
PUSH IN ON Shayla’s face.
Staring at the tree house.