Monday, August 12, 2019
Happy Monday, 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 12 of Frankenstein In Love, agent Beck Driver from the CDC goes to the city morgue to examine the dead rat that Frankie brought back to life. Meanwhile, down in his basement lab, Frankie has his first 'date' with his crush Shayla, the dead cheerleader he brought back to life ...
INT. MORGUE - DAY
Cold, sterile. Right out of Quincy.
Chet and Beck stand next to the
MEDICAL EXAMINER (50’s),
a tall, bird-like chap.
Wisps of white hair fleck a bald head.
Piercing eyes like steel.
We don’t usually handle animals.
He goes to a steel drawer.
They follow him.
He slides it open to reveal --
a tangled mess of blood, bones and
fur in a glass case marked ‘biohazard.’
Jesus. What HAPPENED to it?
I shot it, but it kept coming at me.
I finally got the little fucker by
smashing his skull in with my nightstick.
I’ve never seen anything
like it in my entire career.
It was dead -- but still moving around.
And you know that from
examining a tissue sample?
Indeed. It died twelve hours
before the nightstick incident.
(looks at Beck)
What do you think?
How could this have happened?
It would seem that someone --
brought it back to life.
Brought it back --
Yeah. I need to take it back to
Washington and run some tests on it.
This used to be such a sleepy little town.
Now all this crazy shit’s going on.
What else is going on?
The head cheerleader was killed
in a hit and run. And then abducted.
She was abducted AFTER she was killed?
Yeah. What? You look -- strange.
If this means what I think it means --
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
INT. FRANKIE’S BASEMENT LAB - NIGHT
The sickly-sweet shag carpet
‘soft rock’ sound of Bread’s
I WANT TO MAKE IT WITH YOU over --
Frankie and Shayla, sitting at a
small card table having a candlelit dinner
of fish sticks and sparkling cider.
He wears a sport coat. Shayla, one
of Frankie’s mother’s old dresses.
And tons of garish make-up, poorly applied.
She turns her head to look at something,
and the scarf that hides her
smashed-in skull slips off.
Frankie barely notices.
So I said to Josh,
‘I said nitrate, NOT titrate.’
He chuckles, pleased with his joke.
Shayla cocks her head.
Pokes at her food with her fork.
Don’t -- understand.
Silly me. I’m sorry.
Let’s talk about something else.
The song ends. The mix segues
into The Carpenter’s CLOSE TO YOU.
Shayla recognizes it.
JUMPS UP from her chair.
I love -- this song.
She starts awkwardly moving to the music.
Gives Frankie her best ‘come hither’ look.
Just like me, they want to be -- close to you --
Come -- dance with me.
Frankie gets up. Goes to her.
They start slow dancing.
You know the kind.
That classic high school dance,
rocking back and forth, holding
onto each other for dear life.
(touches his hair)
You saved me.
Oooh. Looks like -- somebody’s
getting -- excited.
It’s -- okay. It means --
Frankie’s body JERKS.
I think I’m used to it.
I’m really sorry, Shayla.
You’re so beautiful, I --
ANGLE ON --
A long extension cord on the floor,
plugged into another one.
We see the wires near one of
the plugs is frayed.
She steps on it, and --
Gets ZAPPED with electricity. ZZZZZZZZ.
PULLS BACK from Frankie,
in shock. Literally.
Omigod, I’m so sorry.
I meant to fix that.
Are you okay?
I feel fucking FANTASTIC.
But you just got shocked --
Hell, yeah. I’m on FIRE, baby.
I haven’t felt this good since --
She looks around the room.
There’s no windows.
Well, yeah. It’s a basement.
I want a view.
Yeah. It’s claustrophobic.
Well, we can’t have that.
He stares off into space, thinking. Then --
I’ve GOT IT.
It’ll be PERFECT.
The TREE HOUSE.
Can you say ‘love nest?’