Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Addicted To Love
Hey there, crime kids. Happy 4/20. 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 43 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, the shit hits the fan when Frankie continues to chase Shayla on foot through the woods and the cops arrive at their motel room, only to find them gone ... but the heat really gets turned up when Vita arrives on the scene, transformed into a smokin' hot vixen with plans for Frankie ...
EXT. CAMELOT MOTEL - ROOM FIVE - NIGHT
Chet and Beck stand in
front of the motel room door.
Four DEPUTIES stand between them
and the angry mob,
pointing shotguns at them.
Brub shakes his fist.
I wanna see my DAUGHTER.
Stay right where you are.
Any of you make a move, and we’ll shoot.
EXT. STATE PARK - WOODS - NIGHT
Shayla continues RUNNING
down the jogging path.
One of her high heels HITS a rock.
She TRIPS, FLIES up in the air.
Lands on her ass, THWUMP.
She takes them off. Gets up.
Frankie comes TEARING ASS toward her.
She sees him. SHOUTS.
Go AWAY, leave me ALONE --
She veers off the path and
TAKES OFF again into the woods --
just as Frankie catches up.
He stops. Catches his breath.
Shayla, STOP -- I just wanna TALK --
And he PLUNGES into the foliage after her.
IN FRONT OF THE MOTEL ROOM
Chet and Beck stand in front of the door.
Chet pulls out his revolver.
Clicks the safety. BANGS on the door.
Frankie Stein, this is the POLICE.
Open the door, NOW.
This is your LAST WARNING.
Open the door NOW, or we’re COMING IN.
They listen. No sound. He raises his gun.
Works a passkey into the door. Opens it.
They slowly go inside.
Walks over to the deputies. Faces the crowd.
If ya’ll don’t put down your weapons,
I’m gonna arrest the whole lot of you.
And if you don’t move your FAT ASS --
Chet and Beck come back outside.
What the FUCK?
They went out through the bathroom window.
Suddenly an old Dodge Dart Swinger
ROARS into the parking lot,
SCREECHES to a stop.
The door opens.
Out steps Vita. Transformed.
Made-up. No glasses.
Hair out of a Robert Palmer video.
Smokin’ hot in the black dress and fuck-me pumps.
She puts her hands on her hips.
I need to have a word with FRANKIE.