Reanimator

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In Chapter 5 of Frankenstein In Love, CDC scientist/agent Beck Driver is alerted about the dead rat come back to life in Venison, Ohio. Meanwhile, Frankie spies on his cheerleader dream girl Shayla on a sex motel 'date' with her Jack Daniels-swilling abusive boyfriend, who shoves her out of his truck after she pukes all over the dashboard -- but when she gets moved over in a freak hit and run, Frankie takes her dead body back to his lab to bring her back to life ...


INT. CENTER FOR DISEASE CONTROL - OFFICE - DAY
A cluttered office filled with
book shelves and filing cabinets.

Paperwork EVERYWHERE. A tall,
intense-looking SCIENTIST (30’s)
talks on the phone.

Meet REBECCA ‘BECK’ DRIVER.
Great-looking.

Even with glasses
and hair in a ponytail.

BECK
Don’t get me wrong,
I love Dustin Hoffman,
but OUTBREAK was ridiculous.
The virus was --
(sees something)
My other line. Hold on a sec.
(PUNCHES a button)
This is Beck.
(listens)
REALLY? How long had it been dead?
(listens)
I’ll be there as fast as I can.
(listens)
Got it. Bye.
(PUNCHES another button)
I’m back. You’ll never believe what
was just found in Venison, Ohio.
(listens)
A dead rat brought back to life.
(listens)
Of course I’ve see RE-ANIMATOR --

EXT. VENISON - THE CAMELOT MOTEL - DUSK
A seedy, shitty adult motel
on the outskirts of town near a park.

Frankie’s VW bus sits at the
opposite side of the gravel
parking lot far away from Willis’ truck.

JOSH
I’m cold, I’m hungry,
and I gotta take a piss.

FRANKIE
You can go if you want to.

JOSH
I’m not gonna walk home.
It’s too far.

FRANKIE
Relax.
They’re not gonna be much longer.
They both have to go home for dinner.

On cue, a motel door OPENS.
Shayla and Willis walk out.

Dishevelled, with that
‘just had sex’ look.
And a bit tipsy.

They look around, make
sure they’re not being seen.

Willis holds a bottle
of Jack Daniels.
Takes a long swallow.

They both get in the truck.
It starts driving away.

IN FRANKIE’S VAN

He starts the engine.

FRANKIE
Okay, here we go.

IN WILLIS’ TRUCK
Shayla grips her stomach.
Turns green.

SHAYLA
Stop the car.
I’m gonna get --

And PROJECTILE VOMITS
all over the dashboard.

WILLIS
Fucking BITCH. Look
what you did to my TRUCK.
(reaches over,
YANKS her door open)
Get OUT.

SHAYLA
But, but --

Willis SHOVES her out of the seat.
She FLIES OUT the door.

IN THE VAN

Frankie and Josh see
Shayla HIT the pavement.
And Willis’ truck ROAR away.

Shayla stands up.
Shakes a fist. SCREAMS.

SHAYLA
You fucking ASSHOLE.

ON THE STREET

A CAR comes CAREENING
around a corner.

IN THE CAR

The DRIVER (20’), drunk, dishevelled,
takes a swig from a pint bottle of booze.

ON THE STREET
The car heads right toward Shayla --
and CLIPS her with the front fender.

She FLIES into the air like a rag doll --
and HITS the pavement, THWUMP.

FRANKIE’S VW BUS

SCREECHES to a halt beside
Shayla's motionless body.

Frankie and Josh jump out.
Walk over.

Frankie gets down on his knees.
Takes her pulse.
Shakes his head sadly.

FRANKIE
No, no, no, NO --

JOSH
She’s dead.
We gotta call the cops.

FRANKIE
The COPS?
Are you fucking KIDDING me?

JOSH
What else could we --
(realizes)
Oh, no. No WAY.

FRANKIE
Yes fucking way.
It worked on the rat.
And now it’s gonna work on her.

JOSH
This is SICK, Frankie.
You just want to be with her.
No WAY am I getting involved in this.
We could go to jail for a LONG time.

FRANKIE
So we don’t get caught.
We have to save her.
Now help me put her
in the back of the van.
(off his silence)
C’mon, don’t you want us to
go down in medical history
and be rich and famous?

JOSH
I’ll take the feet.
You grab her arms --