Monday, August 19, 2019
A Little Local Color
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In Chapter 13 of Frankenstein In Love, Vita gets her new 'sexy' outfit in the mail, and gets humiliated by her mother who realizes she wants wear it to try and seduce Frankie. Meanwhile, local small-town deputy Chet Beverage convinces big-city CDC agent Beck Driver to help on her investigation into the dead rat that Frankie brought back to life ...
INT. VITA’S HOUSE - FOYER - NIGHT
Vita comes in the front door.
Closes it. Looks tired. Beat.
Is that you, honey?
Peggy appears. Holding a pop tart.
She takes a bite.
(mouth full of food)
How was Math Club?
A fraction of what it used to be.
(SPRAYS out food)
Oh, that’s FUNNY.
(wipes mouth with the back of her hand)
Your FedEx package arrived.
Oh, wow. Where did --
(takes another bite)
I put it on your bed. What did you get?
If you don’t mind my asking.
Just some -- stuff.
Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.
Some -- pants -- and a top. And some boots.
(SPRAYS food out her mouth)
You bought an OUTFIT?
Looks like my little tomboy is g
etting in touch with her feminine side --
(off her stare, excited)
It’s Frankie Stein, isn’t it.
He finally asked you out.
(off her stare)
Oh, I’m sorry.
I’m butting in again.
You go on upstairs.
Dinner’ll be ready in
about half-an-hour. Okay?
She takes another big bite of pop tart.
Talks, mouth full.
PUSH IN ON Vita’s face.
Sure thing, mom. Can’t wait.
EXT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Beck walks briskly to her rental car.
Presses the key chain auto-lock, THWIP.
Chet appears out of nowhere.
Ms. Driver -- ?
Jesus fucking CHRIST.
You scared the shit out of me.
Sorry about that.
What do you want?
I’m tired and I just want to go
back to my bland, suburban hotel room,
get drunk and watch some porn.
Chet stares. Wow.
A real ‘big city’ girl.
I just wanted to -- offer my services.
Sorry, doll -- hate to burst
but you’re not my type.
Gosh, no -- I didn’t mean THAT.
I meant with the investigation.
Thanks, but no thanks. I work alone.
(off his look)
No hard feelings, okay, champ?
I’m sure you need to go patrol the diner,
the pool hall -- maybe check on the sock hop.
Listen, lady -- I don’t know what’s
got your dander up, but I was
just trying to be helpful.
Small town folks won’t take too kindly
to a big-city government agent
snooping around askin’ a lot questions.
(off her look)
Unless they have a little local color with ‘em.
Okay. Tell you what.
Meet me here tomorrow morning at nine-sharp.
But let ME do all the talking, capiche?
Sure thing. Thanks. You won’t regret it.
You’ll see. We’ll make a great team.
(rolls her eyes)
I have no doubt about that.
You got it. My pleasure.
Oh. One more thing.
What the fuck’s a ‘dander?’