Thursday, April 14, 2016

This Bud's For You


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 39 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, Shayla berates Frankie for bringing her back to life and lying to her about being her boyfriend. Meanwhile, her real boyfriend Willis shows up at the sex motel they're holed up in, ready to get revenge ...


EXT. CAMELOT MOTEL - NIGHT
Willis’ truck pulls into
the parking lot. Parks.

INT. WILLIS’ TRUCK - NIGHT
Some corny power ballad
plays on the car stereo.

In a perfect world, Cinderella’s
DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’VE GOT TIL IT’S GONE.

Willis looks at the motel longingly.
Finishes a can of beer.

SMASHES it against his forehead.
Reaches over, pulls another one
off a six pack. CRACKS it open.
Raises it. Toasts.

WILLIS
This Bud’s for you, Shayla --

The song ends. An ANNOUNCER’S
voice comes on the radio.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
We interrupt our current programming
with this late-breaking bulletin.
Venison police are currently searching
high school student Frankie Stein,
who is wanted in connection with
abducting the body of Shayla Petrie,
who was killed in a hit-and-run accident --

WILLIS
What THE FUCK?

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
If you see him, please contact
the authorities immediately.
And be careful.
He’s considered extremely dangerous.

WILLIS
Frankie STEIN?
That fucking NERD?
With my SHAYLA?

IN THE MOTEL ROOM
Shayla shakes her fist at Frankie.
Beyond livid.

SHAYLA
So what the FUCK
am I supposed to do NOW, HUH?
can’t go home looking like THIS.
I was the MOST POPULAR GIRL IN SCHOOL --
and now I look like SHIT.
(eyes fill with tears)
Why didn’t you just let me DIE?

FRANKIE
I told you -- I love you.
(beat)
I think you’re still beautiful --

SHAYLA
Beautiful? I look like
THE BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN --
(gasps)
How DARE YOU lie to me
about being my boyfriend. AS IF.
You’re a pathetic little creep
who can only get a girl
by fucking a DEAD BODY.

PUSH IN ON Frankie’s face.
Beyond upset. About to cry.

FRANKIE
Does that mean --
we’re breaking up?

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