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In Chapter 1 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, science genius nerd Frankie Stein brings a dead rat back to life in his secret basement lab ...
INT. SUBURBAN HOME - BASEMENT - NIGHT
Some cheesy 80’s hair metal ballad
plays on an I-pod stereo.
If I Close My Eyes Forever, indeed.
Your classic wood-panelled rec room.
Now a science lab STUFFED
with a maze of equipment.
Seated at a workbench is FRANKIE STEIN (17).
‘Nerd’ would be compliment.
Think Michael Cera
divided by Jessie Eisenberg.
He’s wearing thick gloves,
sleeves and a big apron.
Frankie looks at a dead RAT
lying on the table, recent roadkill.
Thinking. He nods.
Leans over, starts attaching a series
of electrical cables connected to
suction cups on the rat’s head,
chest, arms and legs. Nods.
Turns to a laptop.
Starts PUNCHING in data.
THE MONITOR
Shows a series of graphs that read
HEART, LUNG and BRAIN.
Each reads zero percent below them.
FRANKIE
Smiles grimly.
FRANKIE
Rat-tastic.
He picks up a syringe.
SQUIRTS it. Looks at the rat.
FRANKIE
You’re going to feel a small pinch.
And INJECTS it.
Frankie then turns to a TRANSFORMER
that the cables are attached to.
He starts flipping a series of switches.
We hear a HUMMING sound.
A NEEDLE
On the transformer starts
moving from left to right.
It approaches the red zone --
FRANKIE
FLIPS DOWN a metal bar, and --
THE RAT
Gets ZAPPED with electricity. BUZZZ.
THE GRAPHS
All JUMP to ONE HUNDRED PERCENT.
THE RAT
BOLTS UP in the air.
LEAPS onto the floor.
Starts DARTING around the room,
looking for an escape.
Frankie watches him.
Then realizes.
FRANKIE
I didn’t close the DOOR.
It goes to the stairs,
starts FLYING up to the first floor.
He CHASES after it.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Total suburbia brought to you
by the color beige, dimly lit
by the light coming from
the various appliances.
The rat RACES through the kitchen,
ollowed by Frankie.
It gets to a dog door flap
in the back door.
PUSHES through it.
FRANKIE
Shit.
He reaches for the doorknob.
FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)
Frankie, is that you?
The lights FLIP ON.
Frankie’s mother JULIE (40’s)
stands there in her bathrobe.
Once a great beauty, now
a bit washed-out-looking.
But still appealing,
even fresh-scrubbed.
Frankie lets go of the knob.
JULIE
Everything okay?
I heard you running.
FRANKIE
Yeah. I was just coming
up from the lab.
JULIE
Why are you up so late?
It’s after midnight.
FRANKIE
Uh -- I was --
JULIE
Never mind.
One of your experiments, right?
FRANKIE
Uh, yeah -- actually.
JULIE
Have a seat, boy genius.
I’ll fix you a glass of warm milk.
FRANKIE
Could I, uh -- get a beer?
JULIE
Silly boy.
She throws a hand towel at him.
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