tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442607772946839652024-03-13T08:26:25.203-07:00That Killing Feelingcaroleparkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884570418275436327noreply@blogger.comBlogger2164125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744260777294683965.post-73262394993064418192019-10-18T11:48:00.000-07:002019-10-18T11:48:26.452-07:00Blood of Life<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9-_dqcGv9o/XaoFctwaUuI/AAAAAAAAOcU/WVDye76ZogM6MSivt33wOvST-z_FoZA4ACNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9-_dqcGv9o/XaoFctwaUuI/AAAAAAAAOcU/WVDye76ZogM6MSivt33wOvST-z_FoZA4ACNcBGAsYHQ/s320/bw.jpg" width="320" height="213" data-original-width="800" data-original-height="533" /></a><br />
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In Chapter 22 of Frankenstein In Love, brought-back-from-the-dead cheerleader Shayla tells science genius nerd Frankie she's tired of hiding out in his tree house, and that she wants to go out on a date. Meanwhile, Frankie's next door neighbor Vita, still in love with him since they were kids, tries her hand at conjuring a 'love spell' ...<br />
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<br />
INT. FRANKIE’S BASEMENT LAB - DAY<br />
The electronic equipment near <br />
the workbench is gone. <br />
<br />
In it’s place is a gerbil in a cage. <br />
A child’s chemistry set. Microscope. <br />
An X-box and a stack of video games. <br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
My god, how dull.<br />
(sighs)<br />
Should work.<br />
<br />
He SNAPS a padlock shut on a big cabinet. <br />
Shuts off the lights. Goes to the stairs.<br />
<br />
INT. FRANKIE’S KITCHEN - DAY<br />
Frankie opens up the fridge. <br />
Starts searching for a snack. <br />
Then hears a car door SLAM outside.<br />
<br />
He hurries out the back door. <br />
Julie walks into the kitchen. <br />
Puts down her bag. Sighs.<br />
<br />
INT. TREE HOUSE - DAY<br />
Shayla lays on the futon watching TV. <br />
Eyes glued. Entranced.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Tell him you’re pregnant.<br />
<br />
The door opens. Frankie walks in. Closes it.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
You’re home early.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Had an emergency I had to take care of.<br />
What are you watching?<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Days Of Our World.<br />
(looks at him)<br />
I wanna go on a date.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
A date?<br />
<br />
SHAYLA <br />
(points at the TV)<br />
Like them. <br />
(beat)<br />
Go outside. Feel cooped up.<br />
<br />
She smiles. Sucks on the charger. <br />
JUMPS as she gets shocked.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Okay. We’ll go on a date. <br />
Where do you wanna --<br />
<br />
Frankie’s cell phone RINGS. <br />
He answers it.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE <br />
Hello?<br />
<br />
INTERCUT WITH:<br />
<br />
INT. HIGH SCHOOL CORRIDOR - DAY<br />
Josh weaves through the throng of kids <br />
on their way to class talking <br />
on his smart-phone.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Where are you? You weren’t in chem lab.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
I had a -- emergency.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.<br />
(beat)<br />
I can’t take it anymore, Frankie. <br />
I’m gonna turn myself in.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Please. Don’t do that.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
I can’t eat, I can’t sleep -- <br />
I can’t take it anymore, Frankie.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Something’s come up. <br />
I need to see you. It’s urgent.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
I don’t see the point in --<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
PLEASE, Josh. <br />
I can’t talk about it on the phone. <br />
Meet me at Ohio Burger Kitchen <br />
in half an hour, okay? <br />
I need to talk to you. <br />
It’s IMPORTANT.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
I dunno.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Josh, we’ve been friends since we were SIX. <br />
I gave you your first copy of PLAYBOY.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Okay, okay. I’ll meet you there.<br />
<br />
They both hang up. <br />
PUSH IN ON Josh’s face. Exasperated.<br />
<br />
INT. VITA’S BEDROOM - DAY<br />
Curtains are closed. Lights are out. <br />
The room is lit by the trio <br />
of candles on her altar. <br />
<br />
She places the lock of <br />
Frankie’s hair on the pentagram.<br />
<br />
Vita looks at a piece of paper. Memorizing. <br />
Mumbling to herself. She puts it away. <br />
Closes her eyes. Concentrating.<br />
<br />
Opens them. Reaches over. Grabs a needle. <br />
Holds it next to her finger.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Goddess of Love -- may the power <br />
of the symbolic love of Adam and Eve <br />
make me strong, attractive, and desirable <br />
so that I may enjoy your acts of love and kindness, <br />
and make your joyful powers of love everlasting.<br />
<br />
She PUNCTURES her fingertip.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
OW.<br />
(beat)<br />
May the blood of life <br />
seal our bond in eternity.<br />
<br />
Puts it in her mouth. <br />
Sucks on it. Looks at her watch.<br />
<br />
VITA <br />
Time for lunch. Better get back to school, <br />
hunt down Frankie and see if it worked --<br />
<br />
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In Chapter 21 of Frankenstein In Love, CDC agent Beck Driver and local sheriff's deputy Chet Beverage prepare to grill Frankie Stein about the dead cheerleader he brought back to life ... <br />
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<br />
EXT. FRANKIE’S HOUSE - FRONT DOOR - DAY<br />
Chet and Beck stand on the front stoop. <br />
Chet RINGS the bell.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Nobody’s home. <br />
Let’s come back later.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Hold on a sec. <br />
Maybe she’s moving her bowels.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
That’s disgusting.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Haven’t you ever been uncoiling <br />
a sidewinder and the doorbell rang?<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
First of all, I’m a petite flower. <br />
I don’t ‘uncoil side-winders.’<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Well, excuse me, big-city gal. <br />
I guess your shit doesn’t stink.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
You got THAT right.<br />
<br />
He RINGS the bell again. <br />
Looks at her. Pained.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
I’m sorry. <br />
I’ve got a splitting headache.<br />
(off her look)<br />
This is my first murder --<br />
(goes off someplace, then)<br />
She was a cheerleader.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Can you keep a secret?<br />
(off his nod)<br />
It’s mine, too.<br />
(off his look)<br />
I’m a scientist, not a cop.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Oh. I thought you were some <br />
kind of government agent.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
I like people to think that. <br />
Easier to get what I want. <br />
Nobody ever said, ‘run, <br />
the scientists are coming.’<br />
(beat)<br />
I’ve got some Advil. <br />
You want a couple?<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Yeah, thanks.<br />
<br />
Beck digs around in her purse. <br />
Pulls out a blister pack of two pills. <br />
Hands it to him.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Whattaya say we get some coffee <br />
and come back later. My treat.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
That would -- be nice.<br />
<br />
They start walking to the car. <br />
Chet opens the pack. <br />
<br />
CHET<br />
(swallows them)<br />
You’re not such a tough nut after all.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Tell anyone, and I’ll fucking kill you.caroleparkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884570418275436327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744260777294683965.post-52573774575325500792019-09-27T11:49:00.000-07:002019-09-27T11:49:30.012-07:00A Room With A Womb<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxvQ-CRiCN8/XY5W5C1e6OI/AAAAAAAAOaY/vaYBoaKMZFE595jxoVgSCXMX0E_9EIedACNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/brunette%2Bbest%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxvQ-CRiCN8/XY5W5C1e6OI/AAAAAAAAOaY/vaYBoaKMZFE595jxoVgSCXMX0E_9EIedACNcBGAsYHQ/s400/brunette%2Bbest%2B2.jpg" width="300" height="400" data-original-width="480" data-original-height="640" /></a></div><br />
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In Chapter 20 of Frankenstein In Love, after Vita sees Frankie secretly bringing Shayla, the dead cheerleader he brought back to life, up into his tree house to hide her, she comes up with a plan to win back his heart. Meanwhile, local deputy Chet Beverage and CDC agent Beck Driver interview Vita's mother about the dead rat Frankie brought back to life ...<br />
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<br />
INT. TREE HOUSE - NIGHT<br />
A surprisingly large room. Carpeted. <br />
A futon in one corner. <br />
<br />
Table and two chairs in another. <br />
A small boombox. <br />
<br />
Small love seat in front of a portable TV. <br />
Half-size refrigerator.<br />
<br />
The door OPENS. <br />
In walks Frankie and Shayla. <br />
She pulls down her hoodie. <br />
Looks around. SQUEALS with joy.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
So CUTE.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
I thought you might like it.<br />
(phone VIBRATES in pocket)<br />
Hold on a sec.<br />
(pulls it out, answers)<br />
What’s up?<br />
(listens)<br />
Brilliant. Thanks. See you tomorrow. Bye.<br />
<br />
He CLICKS it shut. Gestures to the couch.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE <br />
Have a seat. Take a load off.<br />
<br />
Shayla smiles. Goes to the couch. Sits demurely. <br />
Pats the cushion next to her invitingly. <br />
He sits down. She takes his hands in hers. Leans in.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Love nest.<br />
<br />
And they kiss.<br />
<br />
IN THE WINDOW <br />
We see Vita’s face. HORRIFIED.<br />
<br />
OUTSIDE<br />
Vita pulls away from the window.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
(whispers)<br />
What the fuck? <br />
<br />
EXT. VITA’S HOUSE - DAY<br />
A bright, sunny day. Birds are chirping. <br />
The wind whistles through the trees. <br />
All that’s missing is ‘The Beaver.’<br />
<br />
Chet and Beck stand at the <br />
front door, side by side. <br />
<br />
He takes off his shades. <br />
Slips them in his shirt pocket. <br />
RINGS the doorbell.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Remember, let me do the talking.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
(bristling)<br />
Of course.<br />
<br />
PEGGY (O.C.)<br />
(faint)<br />
Just a minute.<br />
<br />
The door OPENS. Peggy’s smile fades. Disappointed.<br />
<br />
PEGGY <br />
Officer Beverage. Nice to see you again.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
(tips his hat)<br />
Mrs. Heck.<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
Please. Peggy.<br />
(beat)<br />
Are you here about the rat again?<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Yes, Ma’am. <br />
(gestures to Beck)<br />
This is Beck Driver, from <br />
the Center For Disease Control.<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
Oh, dear.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Nothing to be alarmed about. <br />
We’re just trying to --<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
This is going to sound strange, <br />
but do you know of anyone doing any <br />
medical experiments in the neighborhood?<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
Medical experiments?<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Yeah. Believe it or not, the rat <br />
was brought back from the dead -- <br />
and we’re looking for the person who did it.<br />
(conspiratorial)<br />
It’s a major medical breakthrough.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
You’d be doing your duty for <br />
your country, Mrs. -- Peggy.<br />
<br />
Peggy blinks. Looks at them.<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
Well, there’s young Frankie Stein next door. <br />
They say he’s a genius. Has a laboratory <br />
in his basement and everything.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
A -- basement lab?<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
Oh, yes. <br />
His mother Julie isn’t allowed inside, <br />
but she’s told me he does all kinds of <br />
top secret things down there.<br />
(brightly)<br />
Is that helpful?<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
That’s VERY helpful. Thank you.<br />
<br />
INSIDE THE HOUSE<br />
Standing in the doorway <br />
to the kitchen is Vita. <br />
Listening. She grabs her backpack <br />
and heads toward the door.<br />
<br />
INT. HIGH SCHOOL CORRIDOR - DAY<br />
The joint is clogged with kids. <br />
Frankie stands at his locker <br />
working the combination. <br />
Vita comes up behind him. <br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Frankie, we need to talk.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
(turns, looks)<br />
Hey, Vita. Sorry, can’t talk now, <br />
don’t wanna be late for class.<br />
<br />
He turns to leave. <br />
<br />
VITA<br />
I saw you with Shayla last night.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
(stops, stares)<br />
That’s crazy. She’s dead. Missing.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
No, she’s not. She’s in your tree house.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
I, I can explain.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
You fucking BETTER.<br />
(grabs his hand)<br />
Come with me.<br />
<br />
She drags him into --<br />
<br />
INT. GIRLS’ ROOM - DAY<br />
Empty except for a YOUNG GIRL WITH BRACES <br />
drying her hands with a paper towel. <br />
She sees Frankie and BOLTS for the door.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
What the FUCK, Frankie. <br />
Did you bring her back to life?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Yeah, but wait, I can explain.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
A cop and woman from the CDC were at my <br />
house this morning asking my mother about <br />
the DEAD RAT that was running around <br />
like crazy in my basement. <br />
Did you do that, too?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
(sighs)<br />
I was doing a dead-cell poly-zygote <br />
electro-rejuvination experiment -- <br />
and it worked -- and then when <br />
Shayla got hit by a car, I just --<br />
<br />
He trails off. Gestures helplessly.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
I can’t fucking BELIEVE it. <br />
Do you realize how much trouble you’re in? <br />
My mother told them about your basement lab.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Oh, SHIT.<br />
(realizes, freaks out)<br />
Did you tell them you saw --<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
No, no, no. I’d never do that. <br />
I want to help you.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
You w-want to help me? Why?<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Don’t you remember the ceremony?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
We were TEN, Vita. That was kid’s stuff.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
It doesn’t have to be.<br />
<br />
Frankie stares. Be careful here. <br />
You need her help.<br />
He takes her hands in his.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Can we -- talk about that later? <br />
I’m kinda -- freaked out right now.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Of course, of course.<br />
(thinks)<br />
Here’s what you do. <br />
Go to the nurse, say you’re sick, <br />
then go home and hide anything <br />
in your lab that can be used as evidence.<br />
(realizes)<br />
Oh, shit. Wait. The cop and the CDC lady <br />
are probably there right now.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
No, it’s okay. My mom’s still at work. <br />
She doesn’t get home until ten. <br />
She did a double shift last night.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Perfect.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Yeah. Okay.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out. <br />
<br />
They hug. She secretly pulls out <br />
a tiny pair of scissors. <br />
<br />
Then, as they pull apart, <br />
she deftly CLIPS a lock of his hair. <br />
Shoves it in her pocket.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Now go, scoot -- go see the nurse. Hurry.<br />
<br />
He nods. Then hurries out.<br />
<br />
VITA <br />
(watches him go)<br />
You’re mine now, Frankie Stein. All mine.<br />
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In Chapter 19 of Frankenstein In Love, Frankie and Josh move dead cheerleader brought back to life Shayla up into Frankie's tree house so she can 'have a view,' they get busted by Frankie's next door neighbor Vita, who still has the hots for him ...<br />
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<br />
EXT. FRANKIE’S BACKYARD - NIGHT<br />
Dark and deserted at this late hour. <br />
Frankie stands near the back door with Shayla, <br />
who wears a hoodie over her dress, <br />
the hood pulled up and tied <br />
almost completely shut.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Hard to -- see.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Don’t worry. It’s just for a couple minutes.<br />
<br />
Josh appears from around the corner of the house.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Coast is clear.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Great. You stay here, keep an eye out.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Who’s -- that?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
A friend. He’s helping me move you.<br />
(to Josh)<br />
Keep an eye on the windows next door, <br />
and if you see anyone, give the signal.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Okay. Just hurry it up, okay? <br />
I don’t wanna get busted.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
(to Shayla)<br />
C’mon, let’s go.<br />
<br />
He takes her by the arm, and they walk <br />
toward the back of the yard. <br />
<br />
Shayla shuffles slowly, stiffly, zombie-like. <br />
They approach a big, old oak tree in a far corner.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
(looks up)<br />
It’s -- beautiful.<br />
<br />
ANGLE ON --<br />
<br />
A TREE HOUSE nestled fifty feet up <br />
in the big, thick branches. <br />
Quite large, and beautifully made. <br />
<br />
It’s been there for awhile, <br />
almost completely hidden by leaves, <br />
with a circular staircase <br />
wrapped around the trunk.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Gestures proudly.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
It’s something, huh? <br />
Me and my dad built it when <br />
I was a little kid. I designed it.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
I LOVE IT.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Shhh. We don’t want to wake the neighbors.<br />
<br />
INT. VITA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT<br />
Vita lies in bed studying. Cocks her head. <br />
Goes to the window. Looks out. Eyes grow wide.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Frankie? And who’s that with him?<br />
<br />
EXT. TREE HOUSE - NIGHT<br />
We see a circular staircase winding around the tree trunk. <br />
Frankie guides Shayla over to the first step.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Okay, here we go.<br />
<br />
Shayla grabs the handrail. Lifts her foot. <br />
Tries to take a step, but she suddenly can barely move.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Can’t -- do it. Need more -- power.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Oh, shit. Okay.<br />
(thinks, then realizes)<br />
My cell phone charger --<br />
<br />
He pulls a small, black charger <br />
out of his back pocket. <br />
Hands it to her. Smiles.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE <br />
Never leave home without it.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
(takes it)<br />
Thanks.<br />
<br />
Shoves it in her mouth. Turns it on. <br />
Starts SUCKING on it. Gets ZAPPED again. <br />
Hops from foot to foot. Takes it out.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Feel better?<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Hell, ya. That’s a powerful little fucker. <br />
I feel reborn.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE <br />
Hold onto it. You’ll probably need it again. <br />
<br />
She nods. They start going up the stairs.<br />
<br />
VITA <br />
Watches from her window. Leans out to get a better view.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
What the hell?<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Sees Vita. Starts freaking out. Puts his hands <br />
together to make a bird call. Blows into them.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Coo, coo, coo.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Hears it. Looks around. Doesn’t see anyone. <br />
His cell phone VIBRATES in his pocket. <br />
He stops. Takes it out. Whispers.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
What’s wrong?<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Looks up at Vita’s window.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
It’s Vita. She was hanging out her <br />
window watching you. The jig’s up.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Go talk to her. Distract her.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
(sees something)<br />
Shit. Too late. <br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
What do you mean too late?<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
She just came outside.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
SHIT. Then go head her off.<br />
(to Shayla)<br />
C’mon, let’s go.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
What’s wrong?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Somebody could see us. C’mon.<br />
<br />
He starts pulling her up the stairs. <br />
Her feet find a rhythm, and they start moving faster. <br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Stands in her back yard, watching them climb.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Who’s that WITH him?<br />
<br />
Josh walks over to the hedge at the edge of her yard.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Hey, Vita. What are you doing out so late?<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
(turns and looks)<br />
Josh? I could ask you the same question.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Uh, Frankie’s on a date. I was the -- designated driver.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
A DATE? Who with?<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
New girl. Uh -- foreign exchange student.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Oh.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
So, uh -- it’s late. I gotta go. Have a good night.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Yeah. You too.<br />
<br />
PUSH IN ON Vita’s face. Staring at the tree house.<br />
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In Chapter 18 of Frankenstein In Love, when Frankie's mom calls to let him know she's working late, she overhears recently brought back from the dead Shayla in the background. Meanwhile, Frankie's childhood crush Vita plans on winning back his heart ... with a little witchcraft ... <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
INT. HOSPITAL - NURSE’S STATION - NIGHT<br />
Very quiet at this late hour. <br />
Julie Stein wears a nurse’s uniform, <br />
sits at her desk at the <br />
corner of two corridors. <br />
<br />
A PLEASANT-FACED LARGE NURSE (40’s) <br />
walks up to her.<br />
<br />
PLEASANT-FACED LARGE NURSE<br />
I’m going down to the cafeteria <br />
to get coffee. Can I get you anything?<br />
<br />
JULIE<br />
I’d LOVE a coffee. <br />
These double-shifts are KILLING me. Thanks.<br />
<br />
Pleasant-Faced nods. Walks off. <br />
Julie picks up the phone. <br />
Dials a number. Listens.<br />
<br />
JULIE <br />
Hello, Frankie.<br />
<br />
INTERCUT WITH:<br />
<br />
INT. FRANKIE’S BASEMENT LAB - CONTINUOUS<br />
Frankie’s on the phone. <br />
Shayla watches TV in the background.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Hey, mom. What’s up?<br />
<br />
JULIE<br />
I’m so sorry, but Tammy called in sick. <br />
I have to do a double-shift again tonight.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
That’s okay, mom. <br />
I’ll just nuke a couple of Hot Pockets.<br />
<br />
JULIE<br />
Great. How was school today?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Uh -- fine. School was -- great.<br />
<br />
JULIE<br />
Are you okay? Is something wrong? <br />
You sound funny.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
(looks at Shayla)<br />
No. Everything’s -- fine. <br />
Just -- tired, that’s all.<br />
<br />
Shayla raises her arms in the air. SHOUTS.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
KILL, KILL!<br />
<br />
JULIE<br />
What was that?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Something on TV.<br />
(gestures to Shayla to shush)<br />
Sorry you have to work late again.<br />
<br />
JULIE<br />
(sighs)<br />
Yeah, me too. <br />
At least I get overtime. <br />
See you in the morning, honey.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Bye, mom. Good night.<br />
<br />
JULIE<br />
Love you.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Love you. Bye.<br />
<br />
He hangs up. Looks at Shayla.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE <br />
I’m sorry, my love -- but you need <br />
to be quiet when I’m on the phone, okay?<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Sorry.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
What are you watching?<br />
<br />
PUSH IN ON Shayla’s face. Smiling sweetly.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Real Housewives.<br />
<br />
INT. VITA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT<br />
An altar has been set up on her dresser. <br />
A few candles, a CD cover, a wine glass <br />
and a kitchen knife have been <br />
carefully laid out. <br />
<br />
Vita regards her handiwork, pleased. <br />
Looks at a scrap of paper in her hand.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
I’ve got candles -- <br />
a wine glass will be my chalice, <br />
which represents the woman -- <br />
and a knife -- which represents the man. <br />
I found a pentagram on my Skull Fuckers CD -- <br />
and now I need something of Frankie’s, <br />
like a lock of hair or a scrap of clothing --<br />
(beat)<br />
And then I can cast a LOVE SPELL on him.<br />
<br />
<br />
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In Chapter 16 of Frankenstein In Love, now that Frankie has brought dead cheerleader Shayla Petrie back to life so he can 'date' her, all is going well ... until she starts remembering her past life ... <br />
<br />
INT. FRANKIE’S HOUSE - BASEMENT LAB - NIGHT<br />
Frankie sits at his workbench <br />
eating a sandwich watching the news. <br />
He smiles. Softly SLAPS the table.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Willis is a suspect? NICE.<br />
<br />
Shayla lies on her ‘bed’ leafing <br />
through a fashion magazine. <br />
She looks up, quizzical.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
What?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Nothing, nothing.<br />
(beat)<br />
So you ready for the big move?<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
(yawns)<br />
Room with -- a view.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Great. You’re gonna love it.<br />
(notices)<br />
Are you tired?<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Tired. Need more -- juice.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Juice?<br />
(realizes)<br />
Oh. The electrical shock.<br />
(thinks)<br />
THAT’S why you got more energy.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
More energy, please.<br />
<br />
Frankie goes to the frayed lamp cord. <br />
Picks it up. Brings it over to her. <br />
She takes the frayed part in her hands -- <br />
<br />
And GETS SHOCKED again. <br />
ZZZZZZZ. A POOF of smoke. <br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
SWEET JESUS MOTHER OF GOD.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Are you okay?<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Fuck, yeah. I feel like I just <br />
mainlined a gallon of coffee.<br />
<br />
Shayla cocks her head. Thinks.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA <br />
I’m starting to remember some things --<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
(scared)<br />
Oh? Like what?<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
I used to be cheerleader.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
R-really?<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Something else --<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Wh-what’s that?<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
My old boyfriend. Funny, huh? <br />
<br />
PUSH IN ON Frankie’s face. <br />
Freaking out. He swallows.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Hilarious --<br />
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<br />
In Chapter 15 of Frankenstein In Love, the local news reports on the sudden, horrifying death of head cheerleader and Pumpkin Queen Shayla Petrie ... <br />
<br />
<br />
INT. HIGH SCHOOL CORRIDOR - DAY<br />
CAMERA pans across a row of lockers. <br />
Stops at one. Candles, flowers and <br />
pictures of Shayla surround it. <br />
<br />
A banner reads REST IN PEACE, <br />
SHAYLA above a teddy bear. <br />
<br />
A delicate, feminine hand <br />
adds a BOUQUET OF ROSES.<br />
<br />
INT. NEWS STUDIO - DAY<br />
GRAPHICS FLY across the screen: <br />
NEWS FOUR AT YOUR DOOR.<br />
<br />
We see a PERT, FADED BLONDE ANCHORWOMAN <br />
and a CHIPPER, DULL-LOOKING BLACK ANCHORMAN <br />
seated at the news desk fake-chatting <br />
with each other. Shuffling papers.<br />
<br />
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)<br />
News Four AT YOUR DOOR.<br />
(beat)<br />
With Candy Sprinkle --<br />
<br />
Candy looks up. Gives a slight nod.<br />
<br />
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)<br />
And Kip Cartwheel.<br />
<br />
Kip nods. Smiles briefly. <br />
Cocks an eyebrow.<br />
<br />
CAMERA ZOOMS IN on Candy. <br />
Eyes bright with emotion.<br />
<br />
CANDY<br />
Welcome to News Four At Your Door.<br />
<br />
Our top story tonight, <br />
little Shayla Petrie, <br />
a senior at Venison High, <br />
who was killed in a <br />
hit and run accident last night.<br />
<br />
She stops. Tries to continue, <br />
chokes back a muffled sob. <br />
<br />
Kip sees this, nods, <br />
looks into the camera.<br />
<br />
KIP<br />
Police have started a county-wide search <br />
for the body of the missing teen, <br />
who was captain of the cheerleading squad, <br />
and was crowned Miss Pumpkin at <br />
last year’s Harvest Festival.<br />
<br />
Candy shakes her head. <br />
Recovers her composure.<br />
<br />
CANDY<br />
Law enforcement officials won’t divulge <br />
any details about their investigation, <br />
and are still combing the <br />
scene of the crime for clues.<br />
<br />
KIP<br />
We take you now to investigate <br />
reporter Del Dunn, at the crime scene.<br />
<br />
INTERCUT WITH:<br />
<br />
EXT. OLD COUNTRY ROAD - CRIME SCENE - DAY<br />
DEL DUNN (30’s), tall, thin, striking <br />
with a brunette bob stands by the <br />
side of the road in a short, <br />
tight suit holding a mike. <br />
<br />
She looks into the camera. <br />
Eyes flashing. Nods.<br />
<br />
KIP<br />
So, Del. What’s the skinny? <br />
Have you rooted out any intel for us yet?<br />
<br />
DEL<br />
Indeed, Kip. Although Venison’s finest<br />
haven’t given me squat, this investigative <br />
reporter has been sniffing out clues <br />
like Andy Dick at a pharmacy.<br />
<br />
KIP<br />
That’s quite the colorful metaphor, Del. <br />
So spill it. What did you find out?<br />
<br />
DEL<br />
Well, this hasn’t been confirmed yet, <br />
but police haven’t ruled out her <br />
boyfriend Willis Grub as a suspect.<br />
<br />
KIP<br />
Willis Grubb? That ne'er do well? <br />
I thought she was dating <br />
the football captain, Brent Brock.<br />
<br />
DEL<br />
Sometimes the heart wants <br />
what the heart wants, Kip. <br />
And even if you’re popular, <br />
it can take you to a dark place.<br />
(beat)<br />
This is Del Dunn, coming to you <br />
live at Old Country Road <br />
on the outskirts of Venison, Ohio <br />
in the heart of small town America.<br />
<br />
CANDY<br />
Thanks, Del. Quaint much?<br />
(beat)<br />
Next up, Delores DeVore has some <br />
zesty recipes that’ll be sure to <br />
spice up your next tailgate party --<br />
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In Chapter 14 of Frankenstein In Love, not happy with her Kardashian-inspired 'seductress' outfit, Vita decides to become a witch in order to seduce Frankie. Meanwhile, Frankie gets Josh to help him move recently reanimated dead cheerleader Shayla to his tree house ... <br />
<br />
<br />
INT. VITA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT <br />
Very dark. Lit by a trio <br />
of candles on the dresser. <br />
<br />
Some dark, Lana Del Rey-ish <br />
song plays on the stereo. <br />
<br />
We hear a rustling in the closet. <br />
The door opens, and out steps --<br />
<br />
VITA. Wearing the pants, <br />
crop top and boots. <br />
Looks really uncomfortable. <br />
<br />
She tentatively CLOMP-CLOMPS <br />
over to the mirror. <br />
Looks at herself. Sighs.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
I look like Kanye’s whore.<br />
<br />
She lies down on the bed. <br />
Distraught. Looks around the room. <br />
<br />
CLOSE ON --<br />
<br />
A poster on the wall of the movie THE CRAFT. <br />
Four cute, goth teenage witches, then --<br />
<br />
Another poster. Willow the witch <br />
from BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER, <br />
casting a spell, then --<br />
<br />
AMERICAN HORROR STORY: COVEN.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
BOLTS UPRIGHT in bed. Eyes full of fire.<br />
<br />
VITA <br />
My mother is a witch, <br />
so I’m gonna be a witch, TOO --<br />
(beat)<br />
And cast a love spell on FRANKIE.<br />
<br />
She grabs her tablet computer. <br />
Boots up the Internet. <br />
Types in a search --<br />
<br />
ON THE SCREEN<br />
We see a list of results for <br />
HOW TO BECOME A WITCH.<br />
<br />
INT. HIGH SCHOOL LUNCHROOM - DAY<br />
The joint is packed with <br />
LOUD STUDENTS eating lunch. <br />
<br />
Gossiping, laughing, each clique <br />
hanging out at their own table. <br />
<br />
Frankie and Josh sit <br />
alone in a far corner.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
So how was your first date?<br />
(beat)<br />
No, wait. Don’t answer that. <br />
I don’t want to throw up <br />
my Salisbury steak.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
It was so romantic.<br />
(sighs)<br />
I think I’m in love.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
In love? With a dead girl?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
She’s NOT dead. She’s -- different.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Oh, she’s different, all right.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
There’s just one small problem.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
A problem? Like what? She’s COLD? <br />
You have to keep her HIDDEN <br />
because everybody’s LOOKING FOR HER?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
No, no, no. She told me <br />
last night she wants -- a view.<br />
(off his look)<br />
You know, a window. <br />
She says the basement <br />
makes her feel -- confined.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
No SHIT. <br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
C’mon, I’m serious. <br />
I need you to help me move her <br />
up into the tree house.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
No way. Sorry. I’m done playing Igor.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Aw, c’mon -- please? <br />
I just need you to help me <br />
do this one last thing, <br />
and then I’ll never bring her up again.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Well, that’s unless she gets buried.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Please, Josh. <br />
You’re my best friend in the world. <br />
You’re the only one I can turn to <br />
in this dark hour of need. <br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
(sighs)<br />
You know I’m not very strong.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
All I need you to do is be my look-out. <br />
No heavy lifting. Just watch my back.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
What’s in it for me?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
My undying friendship?<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
And -- ?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
My Hit Girl, Harley Quinn and <br />
Silk Spectre action figures, <br />
still in the box, mint condition.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Lame. NEXT.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
How about my signed Faster, <br />
Pussycat, Kill, Kill movie poster.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Signed by Russ Meyer?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Uh, no. Sue Bernard.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Who the fuck is Sue Bernard?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
She played the girl the go-go dancers abduct.<br />
(beat)<br />
Miss December, 1966, the first Jewish Playmate.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Dude. You gotta get out more often.<br />
(realizes)<br />
Hey. What about your Kaley Cuoco fleshlight?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
My WHAT?<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
C’mon. Cough it up. <br />
You don’t need it anymore.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
What makes you think I have --<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
You showed it to me on New Year’s Eve <br />
when we got drunk on apricot schnapps. <br />
Said you proved the big jack-off theory.<br />
<br />
Pause.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Oh, yeah.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Just make sure it’s CLEAN, okay?<br />
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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 ...<br />
<br />
<br />
INT. VITA’S HOUSE - FOYER - NIGHT <br />
Vita comes in the front door. <br />
Closes it. Looks tired. Beat.<br />
<br />
PEGGY (O.C.)<br />
Is that you, honey?<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Hi, Mom.<br />
<br />
Peggy appears. Holding a pop tart. <br />
She takes a bite.<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
(mouth full of food)<br />
How was Math Club?<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
A fraction of what it used to be.<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
(SPRAYS out food)<br />
Oh, that’s FUNNY.<br />
(wipes mouth with the back of her hand)<br />
Your FedEx package arrived. <br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Oh, wow. Where did --<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
(takes another bite)<br />
I put it on your bed. What did you get?<br />
(beat)<br />
If you don’t mind my asking.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Just some -- stuff.<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
(chewing)<br />
Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
(sighs)<br />
Some -- pants -- and a top. And some boots.<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
(SPRAYS food out her mouth)<br />
You bought an OUTFIT? <br />
Looks like my little tomboy is g<br />
etting in touch with her feminine side --<br />
(off her stare, excited)<br />
It’s Frankie Stein, isn’t it. <br />
He finally asked you out.<br />
(off her stare)<br />
Oh, I’m sorry. <br />
I’m butting in again. <br />
You go on upstairs. <br />
Dinner’ll be ready in <br />
about half-an-hour. Okay?<br />
<br />
She takes another big bite of pop tart. <br />
Talks, mouth full.<br />
<br />
PUSH IN ON Vita’s face. <br />
Beyond humiliated.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Sure thing, mom. Can’t wait.<br />
<br />
EXT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - PARKING LOT - NIGHT<br />
Beck walks briskly to her rental car. <br />
Presses the key chain auto-lock, THWIP. <br />
Chet appears out of nowhere.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Ms. Driver -- ?<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Jesus fucking CHRIST. <br />
You scared the shit out of me.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Sorry about that.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
What do you want? <br />
I’m tired and I just want to go <br />
back to my bland, suburban hotel room, <br />
get drunk and watch some porn.<br />
<br />
Chet stares. Wow. <br />
A real ‘big city’ girl.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
I just wanted to -- offer my services.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Sorry, doll -- hate to burst <br />
your drool-bubble, <br />
but you’re not my type.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Gosh, no -- I didn’t mean THAT. <br />
I meant with the investigation.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Thanks, but no thanks. I work alone.<br />
(off his look)<br />
No hard feelings, okay, champ? <br />
I’m sure you need to go patrol the diner, <br />
the pool hall -- maybe check on the sock hop.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Listen, lady -- I don’t know what’s <br />
got your dander up, but I was <br />
just trying to be helpful.<br />
(beat)<br />
Small town folks won’t take too kindly <br />
to a big-city government agent <br />
snooping around askin’ a lot questions.<br />
(off her look)<br />
Unless they have a little local color with ‘em.<br />
<br />
Pause.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Okay. Tell you what. <br />
Meet me here tomorrow morning at nine-sharp. <br />
But let ME do all the talking, capiche?<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
(beaming)<br />
Sure thing. Thanks. You won’t regret it. <br />
You’ll see. We’ll make a great team.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
(rolls her eyes)<br />
I have no doubt about that.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
You got it. My pleasure.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Oh. One more thing.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Sure.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
What the fuck’s a ‘dander?’<br />
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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 ... <br />
<br />
<br />
INT. MORGUE - DAY<br />
Cold, sterile. Right out of Quincy. <br />
Chet and Beck stand next to the <br />
MEDICAL EXAMINER (50’s), <br />
a tall, bird-like chap. <br />
<br />
Wisps of white hair fleck a bald head. <br />
Piercing eyes like steel.<br />
<br />
MEDICAL EXAMINER<br />
Most unusual. <br />
We don’t usually handle animals.<br />
<br />
He goes to a steel drawer. <br />
They follow him. <br />
<br />
He slides it open to reveal -- <br />
a tangled mess of blood, bones and <br />
fur in a glass case marked ‘biohazard.’<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Jesus. What HAPPENED to it?<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
I shot it, but it kept coming at me. <br />
I finally got the little fucker by <br />
smashing his skull in with my nightstick.<br />
<br />
MEDICAL EXAMINER<br />
I’ve never seen anything <br />
like it in my entire career. <br />
It was dead -- but still moving around.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
And you know that from <br />
examining a tissue sample?<br />
<br />
MEDICAL EXAMINER<br />
Indeed. It died twelve hours <br />
before the nightstick incident.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
(looks at Beck)<br />
What do you think? <br />
How could this have happened?<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
It would seem that someone -- <br />
brought it back to life.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Brought it back --<br />
<br />
MEDICAL EXAMINER<br />
To LIFE?<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Yeah. I need to take it back to <br />
Washington and run some tests on it.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
This used to be such a sleepy little town. <br />
Now all this crazy shit’s going on.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
What else is going on?<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
The head cheerleader was killed <br />
in a hit and run. And then abducted.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
She was abducted AFTER she was killed?<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Yeah. What? You look -- strange.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
If this means what I think it means --<br />
<br />
MEDICAL EXAMINER<br />
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?<br />
<br />
INT. FRANKIE’S BASEMENT LAB - NIGHT <br />
The sickly-sweet shag carpet <br />
‘soft rock’ sound of Bread’s <br />
I WANT TO MAKE IT WITH YOU over --<br />
<br />
Frankie and Shayla, sitting at a <br />
small card table having a candlelit dinner <br />
of fish sticks and sparkling cider. <br />
<br />
He wears a sport coat. Shayla, one <br />
of Frankie’s mother’s old dresses. <br />
And tons of garish make-up, poorly applied. <br />
<br />
She turns her head to look at something, <br />
and the scarf that hides her <br />
smashed-in skull slips off. <br />
<br />
Frankie barely notices.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
So I said to Josh, <br />
‘I said nitrate, NOT titrate.’<br />
<br />
He chuckles, pleased with his joke. <br />
Shayla cocks her head. <br />
Pokes at her food with her fork.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Don’t -- understand.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Silly me. I’m sorry. <br />
Let’s talk about something else.<br />
<br />
The song ends. The mix segues <br />
into The Carpenter’s CLOSE TO YOU. <br />
<br />
Shayla recognizes it. <br />
JUMPS UP from her chair.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
I love -- this song.<br />
<br />
She starts awkwardly moving to the music. <br />
Gives Frankie her best ‘come hither’ look.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA <br />
(sings along)<br />
Just like me, they want to be -- close to you --<br />
(to Frankie)<br />
Come -- dance with me.<br />
<br />
Frankie gets up. Goes to her. <br />
They start slow dancing. <br />
<br />
You know the kind. <br />
That classic high school dance, <br />
rocking back and forth, holding <br />
onto each other for dear life.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA <br />
(touches his hair)<br />
You saved me.<br />
(looks down)<br />
Oooh. Looks like -- somebody’s <br />
getting -- excited.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Sorry --<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
It’s -- okay. It means --<br />
<br />
Frankie’s body JERKS.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Oh, man. <br />
(beat)<br />
I’m sorry.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
It’s okay.<br />
(beat)<br />
I think I’m used to it.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
I’m really sorry, Shayla. <br />
You’re so beautiful, I --<br />
<br />
ANGLE ON --<br />
<br />
A long extension cord on the floor, <br />
plugged into another one. <br />
<br />
We see the wires near one of <br />
the plugs is frayed. <br />
She steps on it, and --<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Gets ZAPPED with electricity. ZZZZZZZZ.<br />
<br />
She JUMPS. <br />
PULLS BACK from Frankie, <br />
in shock. Literally.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
YOW.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
(looks down)<br />
Omigod, I’m so sorry. <br />
I meant to fix that. <br />
Are you okay?<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Okay?<br />
(eyes glowing)<br />
I feel fucking FANTASTIC.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
But you just got shocked --<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Hell, yeah. I’m on FIRE, baby. <br />
I haven’t felt this good since --<br />
<br />
She looks around the room.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA <br />
There’s no windows.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Well, yeah. It’s a basement.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
(pouts)<br />
I want a view.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
A view.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Yeah. It’s claustrophobic.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Well, we can’t have that.<br />
<br />
He stares off into space, thinking. Then --<br />
<br />
FRANKIE <br />
I’ve GOT IT. <br />
It’ll be PERFECT. <br />
The TREE HOUSE.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Tree house?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Yeah.<br />
(beat)<br />
Can you say ‘love nest?’<br />
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In Chapter 11 of Frankenstein In Love, the cops comb every inch of the crime scene where head cheerleader Shayla Petrie was killed in a hit and run accident. Meanwhile, Center For Disease Control agent Beck Driver arrives on the scene to investigate the dead rat that science genius nerd Frankie Stein brought back to life ... <br />
<br />
<br />
EXT. OLD COUNTRY ROAD - DAY<br />
We recognize the spot where Willis <br />
kicked Shayla out of the car. <br />
<br />
And the curve in the road <br />
where she was plowed over <br />
by the hit and run driver.<br />
<br />
But instead of being isolated, <br />
it’s now a CRIME SCENE. <br />
<br />
A gaggle of CRIME TECHS <br />
search the area for clues. <br />
<br />
In the background is <br />
the same media circus, <br />
now behind barricades, <br />
kept back by a handful <br />
of UNIFORMED OFFICERS.<br />
<br />
<br />
Chet talks to the CHIEF OF POLICE, <br />
a pasty-fasted big fella squeezed <br />
like a sausage into a cheap suit. <br />
<br />
Meet CAPPY WIND (50’s), Venison’s <br />
low-rent version of the high command.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
He’s kind of a fuck-up, chief. <br />
But I don’t think he had anything <br />
to do with her disappearance. <br />
He was genuinely surprised to <br />
find out she didn’t come home.<br />
<br />
CHIEF WIND<br />
But you said he acted kinda guilty.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Yeah, but not because of any foul play. <br />
He wouldn’t admit that they’d been drinking, <br />
but he told me she threw up all over <br />
the inside of his vehicle.<br />
(beat)<br />
You know teenagers.<br />
<br />
CHIEF WIND<br />
Too well. <br />
But we got an anonymous tip <br />
from someone who said he liked to hit her. <br />
As of now, he’s our chief suspect.<br />
<br />
An INTENSE-LOOKING TECH <br />
looks up from his work<br />
<br />
INTENSE-LOOKING TECH<br />
We got bits of skull and brains here, chief.<br />
<br />
CHIEF WIND<br />
So she was definitely killed.<br />
<br />
He nods. Points at a spot <br />
on the side of the road.<br />
<br />
INTENSE-LOOKING TECH<br />
And we’ve got tire tracks that show <br />
a vehicle screeched to a stop here.<br />
(points)<br />
And there’s traces of blood here.<br />
(points)<br />
And these marks suggest that <br />
a large object was dragged --<br />
(points)<br />
Over here. <br />
And see here where they stopped? <br />
The body was moved.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
What do you think happened?<br />
<br />
INTENSE-LOOKING TECH<br />
If you ask me, she was hit by a car, <br />
then dragged off into another car <br />
and taken away.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Jesus CHRIST. <br />
Who the hell would do THAT?<br />
<br />
CHIEF WIND<br />
That’s what we’re gonna find out, son. <br />
NOBODY steals the dead body of <br />
the head cheerleader in MY TOWN.<br />
(mutters to himself)<br />
That nubile, young flesh.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Of course not, sir.<br />
(thinks)<br />
Actually, uh -- I think they did. Sir.<br />
<br />
CHIEF WIND<br />
Shut up, Beverage. <br />
You know what I meant. <br />
We’re gonna find the culprit, GOT IT?<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Got it. Sir.<br />
<br />
CHIEF WIND<br />
And I’m putting YOU in charge of the case.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Sir?<br />
<br />
CHIEF WIND<br />
I want you to comb EVERY INCH <br />
of this bucolic, lower-middle-class <br />
paradise and FIND this monster.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Yes, SIR.<br />
<br />
CHIEF WIND<br />
I want the good people of Venison <br />
to know that we will HUNT DOWN <br />
and BRING TO JUSTICE anyone who <br />
DARES to abduct our objects of desire.<br />
<br />
INT. VENISON POLICE HEADQUARTERS - DAY<br />
The usual drab, puke-colored institutional joint. <br />
Strange details scream out ‘built in the 70’s.’<br />
<br />
A LARGE COP sits at the front desk <br />
working a crossword puzzle. <br />
<br />
Beck Driver MARCHES up to him briskly. <br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Excuse me.<br />
<br />
LARGE COP<br />
(eyes on the paper)<br />
Gimme one sec.<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Beck Driver, CDC, here to <br />
see Officer Chet Beverage.<br />
<br />
LARGE COP<br />
(looks at her)<br />
What’s a five-letter word for fat?<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Obese.<br />
<br />
LARGE COP<br />
That’s IT.<br />
(writes it down, looks up)<br />
How may I help you?<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Beck Driver, CDC, here to <br />
see Officer Chet Beverage.<br />
<br />
LARGE COP<br />
Beck? Like the musician?<br />
<br />
BECK<br />
It’s short for Rebecca.<br />
(low)<br />
I’m here about the rat.<br />
<br />
LARGE COP<br />
Oh. That. <br />
You need to go to the morgue. Downstairs. <br />
I’ll have him meet you down there.<br />
<br />
Beck nods. Marches off. <br />
Large picks up the phone. <br />
Watches her.<br />
<br />
LARGE COP <br />
Nice rack --<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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In Chapter 10 of Frankenstein In Love, after bringing Shayla's dead body back to life, Frankie goes to school the next day, only to discover that the whole town, and the media, are freaking out over her disappearance ... <br />
<br />
<br />
INT. SUBURBAN HIGH SCHOOL - CORRIDOR - DAY<br />
Students stream down the hallway carrying books. <br />
Most of them looks sad, in shock, lost.<br />
<br />
A pair of STONERS stand in <br />
front of the water fountain. <br />
<br />
They sport the standard ripped jeans <br />
and Metallica T-shirt uniform. <br />
You can practically smell them on the page.<br />
<br />
ACNE-SCARRED STONER<br />
Dude. It’s The case of the missing snatch. <br />
What do you think happened to her?<br />
<br />
FRIZZY-HAIRED STONER<br />
I dunno. It’s a loss to humanity, bro. <br />
That was some righteous pink taco.<br />
<br />
ACNE-SCARRED STONER<br />
(nods solemnly)<br />
In blonde we trust.<br />
<br />
CAMERA finds a group of NERDS <br />
huddling around a locker.<br />
<br />
BIG GLASSES NERD<br />
She was swallowed into a <br />
space-time continuum, I tell you.<br />
<br />
AFRICAN-AMERICAN NERD<br />
God, you’re such a fucking nerd. <br />
She probably just ran away from home.<br />
<br />
BALD NERD<br />
Maybe she got KIDNAPPED <br />
and sold into white slavery.<br />
<br />
BIG GLASSES NERD<br />
Maybe she got sucked into a black hole.<br />
<br />
AFRICAN-AMERICAN NERD<br />
Hey. Who you calling a BLACK HOLE?<br />
<br />
CAMERA WHOOSHES OVER to a pair of jocks <br />
walking down the hallway. Heads hung low. <br />
Trying to process the information.<br />
<br />
RED-FACED JOCK<br />
So is it still okay to jerk off to her?<br />
<br />
TALL JOCK<br />
I dunno. <br />
(low, to himself)<br />
What a waste of major boobage.<br />
<br />
RED-FACED JOCK<br />
Maybe I can dry-hump Misty -- <br />
and think about her?<br />
<br />
TALL JOCK<br />
NICE.<br />
<br />
They SLAP PALMS.<br />
<br />
RED-FACED JOCK<br />
Gone, but still jizzed-on.<br />
<br />
CAMERA glides away. Finds Shayla’s cheerleader friends <br />
AURA and AMBER. Teary-eyed, they hustle down the hall.<br />
<br />
AMBER<br />
I don’t understand. Where did she GO?<br />
<br />
AURA<br />
I feel -- empty, like when I got kicked off Facebook --<br />
<br />
AMBER<br />
Yeah. It’s like you texted someone, <br />
and they didn’t text you back.<br />
<br />
They look at each other. SHRIEK. <br />
RUN into the girls’ room.<br />
<br />
CAMERA finds Frankie and Josh, <br />
walking toward the exit.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
I dunno, Frankie. <br />
Maybe we should confess. <br />
It doesn’t feel right.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Yeah, sure. What are we supposed to say?<br />
She’s dead, but I brought her back to <br />
life and she’s down in my basement?<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
I had bad dreams last night, Frankie. <br />
I’m not sure if I can handle this.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
HANDLE this? You HAVE to handle this. <br />
She’s mine now, and I’m not <br />
going to let her go.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
But she’s DEAD, Frankie. She’s DEAD. <br />
What good is she to you like that?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
GOOD to me? Tonight’s our first date.<br />
(beat)<br />
And she’s not dead anymore --<br />
<br />
They reach the front entrance. Walk outside.<br />
<br />
EXT. SUBURBAN HIGH SCHOOL - FRONT LAWN - DAY<br />
A horde of NEWS VANS are parked outside. <br />
A few REPORTERS with CAMERA CREWS <br />
are interviewing students.<br />
<br />
A FAKE-SAD SHELLACKED HOTTIE REPORTER <br />
thrusts a microphone into a fat girl’s <br />
tear-streaked face.<br />
<br />
FAKE-SAD SHELLACKED HOTTIE REPORTER<br />
Did you know Shayla well?<br />
<br />
FAT GIRL<br />
No. But we all looked up to her. <br />
She was so -- perfect.<br />
<br />
FAKE-SAD SHELLACKED HOTTIE REPORTER<br />
(nods, looks into the camera)<br />
It’s been one day -- and we still don’t know <br />
what happened to little Shayla Petrie. <br />
Perhaps it was an unhealthy desire <br />
for perfection that drew her to the dark side.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE AND JOSH<br />
Watch the hubbub from the front steps.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Geez. They’re like vultures circling a fresh kill.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
That may be. But I’VE got the body, not them. <br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
‘The body?’ Don’t say that. It sounds -- creepy. <br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Chill, bro. It’s an expression. <br />
I’m not gonna go full Harvey Weinstein on her. <br />
I’m a lover, not a producer --<br />
<br />
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In Chapter 9 of Frankenstein In Love, suburban drones Adelle and Brub Petrie report their missing cheerleader daughter Shayla to the police. Meanwhile, science genius nerd Frankie Stein has secretly brought Shayla's dead body down to his underground lab so he can bring her back to life ... and 'date' her ... <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
INT. PETRIE HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT<br />
Brub and Adelle sit on the couch. <br />
Chet sits across from them on a big, <br />
overstuffed chair. Jots down notes.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
And you say she’s never late for dinner?<br />
BRUB<br />
NEVER. Our daughter is a model citizen. <br />
She was PUMPKIN QUEEN.<br />
<br />
ADELLE<br />
(dabs her eyes with a tissue)<br />
She’s the head cheerleader.<br />
(sniffles)<br />
What are they gonna do without her?<br />
<br />
She HONKS on her tissue.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Oh, I know. I haven’t missed a game. <br />
She’s -- lovely.<br />
<br />
BRUB<br />
You need to FIND her, officer, NOW. <br />
Something TERRIBLE could have happened to her.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Well, we can’t file a missing persons report <br />
until twenty-four hours have passed.<br />
<br />
BRUB<br />
But we can’t WAIT twenty-four hours.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Not to worry, Mr. Petrie. I can still do <br />
little unofficial snooping around on my own.<br />
<br />
ADELLE<br />
Oh, THANK GOD. Thank you, officer Beverage.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Please. Call me Chet.<br />
(off her weak smile)<br />
Is Shayla dating anybody right now? <br />
That might be a good avenue to explore.<br />
<br />
BRUB<br />
Yes, she is. Willis Grubb, that low-life. <br />
Crazy girl broke up with Brent Brock, <br />
the football captain.<br />
<br />
ADELLE<br />
AND prom king.<br />
<br />
BRUB<br />
To go out with HIM.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
I see.<br />
(stands up)<br />
Well, thank you for letting us know. <br />
I’ll go check on Willis, and tomorrow <br />
we’ll start our investigation. <br />
Don’t worry, we’ll find your daughter, <br />
dead or alive.<br />
<br />
ADELLE<br />
(BURSTS into tears)<br />
DEAD or alive?<br />
<br />
Brub GLARES at him. CLENCHES his fists.<br />
<br />
BRUB<br />
GET OUT. Get out RIGHT NOW. <br />
You’re upsetting my WIFE.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Ohmigosh, I’m so sorry. <br />
I, I -- didn’t mean --<br />
(beat)<br />
I’m gonna go now.<br />
<br />
He nods. Hurries out the door. <br />
Brub rushes over to Adelle. <br />
Tries to comfort her.<br />
<br />
BRUB<br />
Don’t worry, my little flower. <br />
They’ll find her.<br />
<br />
PUSH IN ON Adelle’s face. Now livid.<br />
<br />
ADELLE<br />
They fucking BETTER. <br />
<br />
INT. FRANKIE’S BASEMENT LAB - NIGHT<br />
Shayla lies on the workbench. <br />
All the blood has been cleaned off. <br />
She looks almost peaceful. <br />
<br />
A scarf now drapes where the <br />
side of her head was smashed in.<br />
<br />
Wires have been attached to <br />
various points on her body. <br />
<br />
He attaches one on her right <br />
temple, then her left. Done.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Now it’s time to find out <br />
if we have chemistry.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE rubs his hands together. Excited.<br />
Goes to his laptop. Starts PUNCHING <br />
commands on the keyboard. Humming softly.<br />
<br />
THE MONITOR<br />
Shows the now-familiar graphs that <br />
read HEART, LUNG and BRAIN. <br />
Each reads zero percent.<br />
<br />
Frankie reaches over, picks up a GIANT syringe. <br />
Much bigger than the one he used on the rat. <br />
He SQUIRTS it.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE <br />
This is gonna hurt me alot more than it hurts you.<br />
<br />
And INJECTS IT into her neck. <br />
Pushes the plunger all the way DOWN, <br />
then quickly PULLS IT OUT.<br />
<br />
He turns to the transformer. <br />
Starts FLIPPING the series of switches. <br />
It starts to HUM. Frankie watches her intently.<br />
<br />
A NEEDLE<br />
On the transformer starts SLOWLY <br />
moving from left to right.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Watches it. Shakes his head.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE <br />
C’mon, c’mon. <br />
(beat)<br />
Fucking Radio Shack.<br />
<br />
He TAPS the side of it. <br />
The needle JUMPS into the red.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
We have LIFT-OFF.<br />
<br />
Frankie FLIPS down the metal bar, and --<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Gets ZAPPED with electricity. BUZZZ.<br />
<br />
THE GRAPHS<br />
Jump to ONE HUNDRED PERCENT.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
PUMPS a fist.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE <br />
Let there be LIFE.<br />
<br />
Shayla’s body starts SHAKING. <br />
Begins to VIBRATE. <br />
<br />
Tendrils of SMOKE fly off her. <br />
Frankie watches, bug-eyed.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE <br />
C’mon, baby -- you can DO IT.<br />
<br />
Her eyes OPEN. She BOLTS UPRIGHT. <br />
Blinks. Looks at Frankie quizzically. <br />
Opens her mouth to speak.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE <br />
Shayla. You’re BACK.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
(slowly, with difficulty)<br />
Who’s -- Shayla?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
You’re Shayla.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Don’t -- know --<br />
(beat)<br />
Shayla.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
You don’t remember who you are?<br />
<br />
She looks at him. Confused. Shakes her head.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE <br />
Do you remember anything?<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
No. Who -- are you?<br />
<br />
Frankie stares at her. Holy shit. <br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
I’m Frankie. <br />
(beat)<br />
Your boyfriend.<br />
<br />
Shayla nods her head slowly. <br />
Looks around the lab.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Where -- am I?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
You’re home. This is where we live.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
(feels her head)<br />
What -- happened to me?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
You were in an accident. <br />
But now you’re okay. <br />
You’re home now.<br />
<br />
She nods slowly. <br />
Looks like she’s about to cry. <br />
<br />
Frankie starts taking the wires off her. <br />
She watches. Confused.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Would you -- hold me?<br />
<br />
Frankie gulps. Takes her in his arms.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
(under his breath)<br />
Thought you’d never ask --<br />
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In Chapter 8 of Frankenstein In Love, dead cheerleader Shayla Petrie's ex-boyfriend comes home after school feeling guilty about what he did to her. Meanwhile, science genius nerd Frankie Stein and his pal Josh bring Shayla's dead body downstairs to his basement lab ...<br />
<br />
<br />
EXT. SHITTY, RUN-DOWN HOUSE - NIGHT<br />
On the wrong side of the tracks. <br />
If there WERE tracks. <br />
<br />
The cheap seats. Threadbare lawn. <br />
Grey picket fence. Sagging foundation. <br />
A dim light flickers behind dirty windows.<br />
<br />
Willis’ truck pulls into the driveway. Parks.<br />
<br />
INT. WILLIS FAMILY HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT<br />
Like the carpet and drapes, <br />
it matches the outside. <br />
<br />
Piles of pizza boxes, newspapers, <br />
empty beer cans litter the joint.<br />
<br />
Willis’ father BUCK (40’s), fat <br />
and sloppy, sits on the shitty, <br />
faded couch watching a ball game. <br />
<br />
Wolfing down a TV dinner and <br />
chugging a bottle of cheap beer. <br />
Willis walks in. <br />
<br />
WILLIS<br />
Hey, pop.<br />
<br />
BUCK<br />
(eyes on the screen)<br />
Hey, kid. You’re home kinda late.<br />
<br />
WILLIS<br />
I was hanging out with Shayla.<br />
<br />
BUCK<br />
Picked up some of those <br />
Hungry Man dinners. <br />
They’re in the freezer. <br />
Help yourself. <br />
Have two if you want. <br />
They were on special.<br />
<br />
WILLIS<br />
Thanks.<br />
<br />
He starts walking to the kitchen.<br />
<br />
BUCK<br />
Oh, and your mother called. <br />
Said you could stay a few more days. <br />
She’s gonna work in Vegas awhile longer.<br />
<br />
WILLIS<br />
(over his shoulder)<br />
Cool.<br />
<br />
INT. WILLIS FAMILY HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT<br />
‘Bare bones’ would be a compliment. <br />
Willis puts a TV dinner in the microwave. <br />
Turns it on. Looks around guiltily.<br />
<br />
WILLIS<br />
(under his breath)<br />
Fucking bitch.<br />
<br />
INT. FRANKIE'S VOLKSWAGON BUS - NIGHT<br />
Frankie and Josh roll up Shayla <br />
in a brightly-colored bed sheet. <br />
<br />
Frankie looks at it. Makes a face.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Spiderman sheets?<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Shut up. They’re from when I was a kid.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
I bet you still sleep on them.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Fuck you. C’mon. Let’s move it. <br />
I don’t wanna get caught.<br />
<br />
EXT. FRANKIE’S HOUSE - SIDE YARD - NIGHT<br />
Frankie and Josh carry Shayla’s <br />
wrapped-up body around the side <br />
of the house toward the back door.<br />
<br />
INT. FRANKIE’S HOUSE - BACK YARD - NIGHT<br />
Frankie sets down his end. <br />
Reaches for the back door knob.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
(looks around)<br />
So far so good. No one’s seen us.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Thank god. She’s fucking heavy. <br />
Come on, hurry it up.<br />
<br />
In the window, a light <br />
TURNS ON in the kitchen.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Shit. DUCK DOWN.<br />
<br />
Josh DROPS Shayla. Gets down. <br />
She hits the grass with a THUD.<br />
<br />
JULIE’S FACE<br />
Appears in the window. <br />
<br />
Looks around. Shrugs. Disappears. <br />
The lights SHUT OFF.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE AND JOSH<br />
Breath a sigh of relief. <br />
Pick her back up.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Jeez. Now I know how Dexter feels.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Enough wisecracks, Igor. <br />
Let’s get her down to the dungeon.<br />
<br />
INT. FRANKIE’S BASEMENT LAB - NIGHT<br />
Shayla lies on a makeshift bed. <br />
An inflatable mattress on top of <br />
a piece of plywood on a couple of sawhorses <br />
covered by the Spiderman sheet. <br />
<br />
She looks like some kind of ungodly doll.<br />
The left side of her head looks fine. <br />
<br />
Face still pretty. But the right side <br />
has been smashed in and flattened. <br />
<br />
Skull exposed. And she’s <br />
pretty much COVERED in blood.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
She doesn’t look so good, Frankie.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Nonsense. We’ll get her cleaned up, <br />
maybe put a nice scarf around her head. <br />
Get one of my mom’s old dresses. <br />
She’ll look great.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
It’s late. I’m gonna split.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
(still staring at her)<br />
Okay. Thanks for all the help.<br />
<br />
Josh nods. Starts for the stairway.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
See you tomorrow in school.<br />
<br />
But Frankie’s entranced. Ignores him.<br />
<br />
JOSH <br />
Be sure to wear protection.<br />
(off his silence)<br />
Whatever.<br />
<br />
He leaves. Frankie leans down. <br />
Pushes her hair behind her ear. <br />
Strokes her cheek.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Everything’s gonna be okay. <br />
(beat)<br />
I’m gonna save you.<br />
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In Chapter 7 of Frankenstein In Love, science genius nerd Frankie Stein and his friend Josh transport cheerleader Shayla's Petrie's dead body to his underground lab for 'rejuvenation.' Meanwhile, his lovesick neighbor Vita Heck shops online for an ensemble that will help her seduce him ... <br />
<br />
<br />
INT. FRANKIE'S VOLKSWAGON BUS - NIGHT<br />
Frankie drives. Mind reeling. <br />
Deep in thought. <br />
<br />
Josh stares out the window. <br />
Miserable.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
So where are you going to put her?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
In my basement lab, of course.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Are you fucking KIDDING me? <br />
That’s crazy. Your mom will find her.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
No, she won’t. <br />
She’s forbidden to go down there. <br />
It’s my domain. It’s not just my lab, <br />
it’s also my bedroom, where I sleep.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
You’re going to sleep in the same room <br />
as a DEAD BODY?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
She’s not going to be dead very long, Josh.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Yeah. That’s what I’m AFRAID of.<br />
<br />
EXT. STEIN RESIDENCE - NIGHT<br />
Frankie’s car pulls into the driveway. <br />
<br />
INT. FRANKIE'S VOLKSWAGON BUS - NIGHT<br />
Frankie parks. Shuts off the ignition.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
We can’t move her now. <br />
We have to wait until my mom is asleep. <br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
WE?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
C’mon. I need your help. <br />
We’re in this together.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
We ARE?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
You just helped me remove a dead body <br />
from the scene of an accident. <br />
If that’s not ‘in this together,’ <br />
I don’t know what is.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
(sighs)<br />
What time should I be here?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Midnight.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Should I bring anything?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
If you find your balls, <br />
that might help.<br />
<br />
Josh rolls his eyes. <br />
Opens the car door.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Very funny.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Hey, come on. <br />
I’m just messing with you. <br />
Thanks for helping me out. <br />
I owe you one. <br />
You’re my best friend.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Are you TRYING to scare me?<br />
<br />
INT. VITA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT<br />
The Cure’s queasy, plaintive, <br />
over-the-top romantic dirge <br />
PICTURES OF YOU plays on the stereo.<br />
<br />
Dark, like a cave. Candles burning. <br />
Horror movie and goth rock band <br />
posters dot the walls. <br />
<br />
Vita sits at her desk, <br />
cruising the web. <br />
<br />
She picks up her cell. <br />
Punches a number.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Imogene -- ?<br />
(listens)<br />
Yeah, It’s me. <br />
We’re not playing tonight.<br />
(listens)<br />
I’ve got this gnarly cold. <br />
I’ve been coughing up chunks.<br />
(listens)<br />
Yeah. I’ve called the others.<br />
(listens)<br />
Yep. We’re on for next week.<br />
(listens)<br />
Beware The Phantom Brigade.<br />
<br />
She CLICKS the phone shut. <br />
Shakes her head. <br />
<br />
Starts working the <br />
mouse and keyboard. <br />
<br />
ON THE SCREEN<br />
We see the ZARA website. <br />
Vita clicks on APPAREL. <br />
<br />
We see a series of ‘young, hip’ <br />
fashions: pants, tops and shoes.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Scrunches up her face. <br />
Moves the mouse. <br />
Examines the choices. <br />
<br />
VITA <br />
Okay. Time to keep up <br />
with the cunt-dashians.<br />
(beat)<br />
I’ll take ‘fucking with the dark side’ <br />
for fifty, Alex --<br />
(beat)<br />
How about a pair of black skin-tight <br />
low rider bell-bottoms -- <br />
even though I don’t have a huge ass --<br />
<br />
ON THE SCREEN<br />
She adds it to her shopping cart.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Looks at the screen. <br />
Moves the mouse.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
And how about a saucy little <br />
midriff-baring top? <br />
For that ‘hard to please’ <br />
flat chested gal.’ <br />
Eat your heart out <br />
Taylor not-too-swift. <br />
(beat)<br />
Now for some shoes --<br />
<br />
She clicks the mouse again.<br />
<br />
ON THE SCREEN<br />
A page of shoes appears. <br />
Flats. High heels. Boots.<br />
<br />
VITA (O.C.) <br />
Black fabric ankle boots? <br />
Bella Legosi’s alive after all --<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Smiles. Fingers CLACK-CLACK <br />
across the keyboard.<br />
<br />
VITA <br />
Because when the going gets tough -- <br />
the tough buy shit online.<br />
<br />
She CLICKS the mouse. <br />
PUNCHES ‘send.’ <br />
<br />
She gets up from the desk. <br />
Goes to the window. <br />
Looks out at Frankie’s house.<br />
<br />
VITA <br />
Watch out, Frankie Stein.<br />
There’s a new archetype in town --<br />
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In Chapter 6 of Frankenstein In Love, we meet bland suburban couple Brub and Adelle Petrie, who are waiting for their teenage cheerleader daughter Shayla to come home for dinner after school, but what they don't know yet is that poor little Shayla was just killed in a hit-and-run accident, and is now in science genius nerd Frankie Stein's basement lab, about to be brought back to life ...<br />
<br />
<br />
INT. SUBURBAN HOME - KITCHEN<br />
Suzy Homemaker’s dream come true. <br />
A riot of stainless steel and <br />
off-white in the heart of suburbia. <br />
Top Chef, ahoy.<br />
<br />
A WOMAN (40’s), pert, smiling, <br />
very attractive is studiously <br />
cooking at the stove. <br />
<br />
She tastes the sauce <br />
with a wooden spoon. <br />
Mmm. Delicious. Got Milf?<br />
<br />
Meet ADELLE PETRIE, Shayla’s mom. <br />
The perfect wife, mother, bookkeeper, <br />
maid, chauffeur. You know the drill.<br />
<br />
ADELLE<br />
(calls into the next room)<br />
Dinner’s almost ready, honey. <br />
Did Shayla get home yet? <br />
I didn’t hear her come in.<br />
<br />
MALE VOICE (O.C.)<br />
Not yet. You want me to <br />
call her on her cell?<br />
<br />
BRUB PETRIE (40’s), <br />
Shayla’s father walks in. <br />
<br />
Tall and fit, with rugged good-looks. <br />
Right out of a Sears catalogue. <br />
<br />
I mean, could this family be <br />
more picture-perfect or what?<br />
<br />
ADELLE<br />
I’m sure she’ll be along in a sec. <br />
She’s NEVER late for dinner.<br />
<br />
BRUB<br />
Gosh, honey. <br />
That’s smells terrific. <br />
Is that a new recipe?<br />
<br />
ADELLE<br />
How’d you guess?<br />
<br />
BRUB<br />
When it comes to your cooking, <br />
I’ve got a nose for adventure.<br />
<br />
ADELLE<br />
Oh, YOU. <br />
Do me a favor and set <br />
the table for dinner?<br />
<br />
BRUB<br />
Of course, my love. <br />
Anything for you.<br />
<br />
They gaze at each other <br />
with undying love. <br />
<br />
Brub suddenly SHITS HIS PANTS <br />
with a ROAR OF FLATULENCE.<br />
<br />
ADELLE<br />
(waves her hand in the air)<br />
Jesus fucking Christ, Brub. <br />
Get the fuck out of here, <br />
you’re shitting up the KITCHEN.<br />
<br />
BRUB<br />
Don’t use that tone <br />
with me, BETTY CROCKER. <br />
You want the belt again?<br />
<br />
ADELLE<br />
Oh, go ahead, Mr. Macho. <br />
Why don’t you just fucking HIT me? <br />
I told you to wear fucking Depends, <br />
but NO. Mr. Irritable Bowel Syndrome <br />
just HAS to ruin his new Dockers.<br />
<br />
Brub glowers. <br />
Storms over to the doorway. <br />
Over his shoulder.<br />
<br />
BRUB<br />
I’m going to take a shower, <br />
and when I come back, dinner <br />
BETTER be served. Capiche?<br />
<br />
Adelle blinks. <br />
Cocks her head. <br />
Smiles brightly.<br />
<br />
ADELLE<br />
Sure thing, honey-bun. <br />
Comin’ up in jiffy.<br />
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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 ... <br />
<br />
<br />
INT. CENTER FOR DISEASE CONTROL - OFFICE - DAY<br />
A cluttered office filled with <br />
book shelves and filing cabinets. <br />
<br />
Paperwork EVERYWHERE. A tall, <br />
intense-looking SCIENTIST (30’s) <br />
talks on the phone.<br />
<br />
Meet REBECCA ‘BECK’ DRIVER. <br />
Great-looking. <br />
<br />
Even with glasses <br />
and hair in a ponytail. <br />
<br />
BECK<br />
Don’t get me wrong, <br />
I love Dustin Hoffman, <br />
but OUTBREAK was ridiculous. <br />
The virus was --<br />
(sees something)<br />
My other line. Hold on a sec.<br />
(PUNCHES a button)<br />
This is Beck.<br />
(listens)<br />
REALLY? How long had it been dead?<br />
(listens)<br />
I’ll be there as fast as I can.<br />
(listens)<br />
Got it. Bye.<br />
(PUNCHES another button)<br />
I’m back. You’ll never believe what <br />
was just found in Venison, Ohio.<br />
(listens)<br />
A dead rat brought back to life.<br />
(listens)<br />
Of course I’ve see RE-ANIMATOR --<br />
<br />
EXT. VENISON - THE CAMELOT MOTEL - DUSK<br />
A seedy, shitty adult motel <br />
on the outskirts of town near a park. <br />
<br />
Frankie’s VW bus sits at the <br />
opposite side of the gravel <br />
parking lot far away from Willis’ truck.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
I’m cold, I’m hungry, <br />
and I gotta take a piss.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
You can go if you want to.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
I’m not gonna walk home. <br />
It’s too far.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Relax. <br />
They’re not gonna be much longer. <br />
They both have to go home for dinner.<br />
<br />
On cue, a motel door OPENS. <br />
Shayla and Willis walk out. <br />
<br />
Dishevelled, with that <br />
‘just had sex’ look. <br />
And a bit tipsy. <br />
<br />
They look around, make <br />
sure they’re not being seen. <br />
<br />
Willis holds a bottle <br />
of Jack Daniels. <br />
Takes a long swallow. <br />
<br />
They both get in the truck. <br />
It starts driving away.<br />
<br />
IN FRANKIE’S VAN<br />
<br />
He starts the engine.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE <br />
Okay, here we go.<br />
<br />
IN WILLIS’ TRUCK<br />
Shayla grips her stomach. <br />
Turns green.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
Stop the car. <br />
I’m gonna get --<br />
<br />
And PROJECTILE VOMITS <br />
all over the dashboard.<br />
<br />
WILLIS<br />
Fucking BITCH. Look <br />
what you did to my TRUCK.<br />
(reaches over, <br />
YANKS her door open)<br />
Get OUT.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
But, but --<br />
<br />
Willis SHOVES her out of the seat. <br />
She FLIES OUT the door.<br />
<br />
IN THE VAN<br />
<br />
Frankie and Josh see <br />
Shayla HIT the pavement. <br />
And Willis’ truck ROAR away. <br />
<br />
Shayla stands up. <br />
Shakes a fist. SCREAMS.<br />
<br />
SHAYLA<br />
You fucking ASSHOLE.<br />
<br />
ON THE STREET <br />
<br />
A CAR comes CAREENING <br />
around a corner. <br />
<br />
IN THE CAR<br />
<br />
The DRIVER (20’), drunk, dishevelled, <br />
takes a swig from a pint bottle of booze.<br />
<br />
ON THE STREET<br />
The car heads right toward Shayla -- <br />
and CLIPS her with the front fender. <br />
<br />
She FLIES into the air like a rag doll -- <br />
and HITS the pavement, THWUMP.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE’S VW BUS<br />
<br />
SCREECHES to a halt beside <br />
Shayla's motionless body. <br />
<br />
Frankie and Josh jump out. <br />
Walk over. <br />
<br />
Frankie gets down on his knees. <br />
Takes her pulse. <br />
Shakes his head sadly.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
No, no, no, NO --<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
She’s dead. <br />
We gotta call the cops.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
The COPS? <br />
Are you fucking KIDDING me?<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
What else could we --<br />
(realizes)<br />
Oh, no. No WAY.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Yes fucking way. <br />
It worked on the rat. <br />
And now it’s gonna work on her.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
This is SICK, Frankie. <br />
You just want to be with her. <br />
No WAY am I getting involved in this. <br />
We could go to jail for a LONG time.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
So we don’t get caught. <br />
We have to save her. <br />
Now help me put her <br />
in the back of the van.<br />
(off his silence)<br />
C’mon, don’t you want us to <br />
go down in medical history <br />
and be rich and famous?<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
I’ll take the feet. <br />
You grab her arms --<br />
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In Chapter 4 of Frankenstein In Love, science genius nerd Frankie Stein fights back against a pair of bullies, then discovers that his dream girl is being physically abused by her boyfriend, so he follows them with a view to rescuing her ... <br />
<br />
<br />
EXT. ROGER CORMAN HIGH - DAY<br />
School’s out. Students leave the <br />
building like a stream of ants. <br />
Laughing and shouting as they walk.<br />
<br />
EXT. SCHOOL PARKING LOT - DAY<br />
Frankie and Josh walk <br />
towards Frankie’s car. <br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
But that’s CRAZY. <br />
You can’t do that. <br />
I’ve seen the movie. <br />
It DOESN’T end well.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Well, I read the book <br />
and seen the movie -- <br />
and that’s because he <br />
used body parts <br />
from several people -- <br />
but what about reanimating <br />
a whole person? <br />
<br />
MALE VOICE (O.C.)<br />
Hey, LOOK. THERE they are. <br />
Don’t ask, don’t SMELL.<br />
<br />
Reveal WILLIS GRUBB (18), <br />
big and massive -- <br />
and Shayla’s boyfriend, <br />
with his cohort KIRK KIRK, JR. (18), <br />
even bigger. <br />
<br />
Jocks Gone Wild. <br />
Staring at them. <br />
Fists clenched.<br />
<br />
KIRK<br />
And where are you <br />
two love birds off to? <br />
<br />
WILLIS<br />
Wait -- don’t tell me. <br />
They’re gonna Eat, Pray, Fuck.<br />
<br />
They both BURST into laughter. <br />
High-five each other.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
I don’t know what the hell <br />
Shayla sees in you, <br />
you swollen steroid. <br />
You don’t DESERVE her.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
(whispers)<br />
Frankie.<br />
<br />
Willis’ face turns red.<br />
<br />
WILLIS<br />
I’m gonna fucking KILL you.<br />
<br />
Frankie KICKS him in the balls. <br />
Willis keels over in pain.<br />
<br />
WILLIS <br />
OW!<br />
<br />
KIRK<br />
You little SHIT.<br />
<br />
Josh WHIPS OUT pepper spray <br />
and SHOOTS it in Kirk’s eyes.<br />
<br />
KIRK (CONT'D)<br />
(wiping them)<br />
My EYES, my EYES.<br />
<br />
And they take TAKE OFF.<br />
<br />
EXT. FRANKIE’S VOLKSWAGON BUS - CONTINUOUS<br />
Frankie and Josh pile <br />
into Frankie’s van. <br />
SLAM the doors.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
I can’t believe you fucking DID that!<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Neither can I!<br />
<br />
INT. FRANKIE’S VOLKSWAGON BUS - CONTINUOUS<br />
Frankie JAMS the car into gear. <br />
Josh turns around and looks <br />
out the back window. <br />
Sees something.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Wait. Don’t go. Hold on a sec.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Are you fucking crazy?<br />
<br />
He starts pulling out of his parking space.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
WAIT. It’s Shayla.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
What?<br />
<br />
Frankie turns around. Looks.<br />
<br />
EXT. SCHOOL PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS<br />
Willis SLAPS Shayla. GRABS her. <br />
SHOVES her into his pickup truck. <br />
<br />
SLAMS the door. PEELS RUBBER <br />
out of the parking lot.<br />
<br />
IN FRANKIE’S CAR<br />
He looks at Josh. Open-mouthed.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
The rumors are TRUE. <br />
He DOES hit her.<br />
<br />
Frankie HITS THE GAS <br />
and drives toward the exit.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
What are you DOING?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
What does it look like? <br />
I’m gonna FOLLOW them.<br />
<br />
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - DAY<br />
Frankie’s car follows Willis’ <br />
truck down the street.<br />
<br />
INT. FRANKIE’S VOLKSWAGON BUS - CONTINUOUS<br />
Josh looks at Frankie.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
You’re fucking crazy. <br />
What are you gonna do when <br />
you catch up with them?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
(grinning maniacally)<br />
Rescue her.<br />
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In Chapter 3 of Frankenstein In Love, suburban homemaker Peggy Heck greets uniformed officer Chet Beverage at the door, responding to her 911 call about a rat that's invaded her house. There's also another problem. It's dead, and has been brought back to life ...<br />
<br />
<br />
INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY<br />
Plain and ordinary, but comfy. Homey. <br />
We hear SQUEALING and BANGING <br />
from behind a closed door. <br />
<br />
Vita’s mother PEGGY (40) <br />
morbidly obese, <br />
talks on the phone, <br />
chain-eating cookies.<br />
<br />
On the counter we see <br />
a book with the title: <br />
<br />
THE GOOD WITCH: <br />
SPELLS FOR HOME AND HEALTH.<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
Nobody’s come yet. <br />
Can they hurry it up? <br />
It’s making such an awful racket.<br />
<br />
DISPATCHER (O.C.)<br />
(electronic)<br />
You don’t need to call <br />
nine-one-one more than once, Ma’am. <br />
An officer should be there any minute.<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
Okeydokey. Sorry to bother you.<br />
<br />
The doorbell RINGS.<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
That must be them. Thanks, bye.<br />
<br />
She hangs up, waddles out of the room.<br />
<br />
AT THE FRONT DOOR<br />
Peggy opens it. <br />
<br />
A UNIFORMED OFFICER walks in. <br />
Young. Decent-looking. <br />
Trying very hard not to smile.<br />
<br />
UNIFORMED OFFICER<br />
Mrs. Heck?<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
Please. Call me Peggy.<br />
<br />
UNIFORMED OFFICER<br />
Peggy.<br />
(nods)<br />
Officer Beverage. <br />
You reported a wild rat invasion?<br />
<br />
Meet CHET BEVERAGE (30’s), <br />
small town peace officer. <br />
<br />
A bit paunchy from living the good life. <br />
Great with getting cats out of trees. <br />
<br />
Never fired his weapon. <br />
On purpose, that is.<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
Yes, I did. Thank god you’re here. <br />
Come with me. I’ll show you.<br />
<br />
INT. SUBURBAN HOME - KITCHEN - DAY<br />
Peggy and Chet stand in front <br />
of the door to the basement. <br />
<br />
Frankie’s reanimated rat SQUEALS <br />
and BANGS against the door.<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
I opened the back door <br />
to take out the garbage, <br />
and it ran in here <br />
like a little devil. <br />
It shot right down to the basement.<br />
<br />
CHET<br />
Why didn’t you call an exterminator?<br />
<br />
PEGGY<br />
Because it’s, uh -- <br />
(eyes wide)<br />
Already dead.<br />
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In Chapter 2 of Frankenstein In Love, teenage science nerd Frankie is accosted by his lovelorn next-door-neighbor Vita about playing Dungeons and Dragons later that night. In a hurry to go to school, he blows her off. Later at school, he sees his dream girl, head cheerleader Shayla ... who laughs in his face.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
EXT. FRANKIE’S HOUSE - DAY<br />
A small, plain four-bedroom colonial job <br />
just like all the others on the street.<br />
<br />
Frankie walks out the front door. <br />
Starts walking over to his car, <br />
a decrepit, old Volkswagon bus. <br />
Fumbles with his keys.<br />
<br />
FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)<br />
Hey, Frankie.<br />
<br />
He turns and look, sees --<br />
<br />
VITA HECK (17), his next-door neighbor. <br />
Dressed in black. Rail-thin. <br />
<br />
Pale skin. Dark makeup. Wild hair. <br />
Siouxsie Sioux has nothing on her.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Hey, Vita. What’s up?<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
Finally fixed the motherboard. <br />
Got two-hundred screaming gigs of power.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
(distracted)<br />
That’s -- great.<br />
<br />
He opens the car door. <br />
Gets in. Starts the engine. <br />
Vita walks over to the car.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
A bunch of us are gonna play <br />
Dungeons and Dragons tonight. <br />
Can I pencil you in as the wizard?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
I haven’t played that <br />
since we were kids.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
I know, but hope springs eternal. <br />
Play your cards right, and I’ll <br />
let you loot and pillage.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
I’m sorry, Vita. I gotta go. <br />
Don’t wanna be late for school. Sorry.<br />
<br />
He drives away. <br />
She SHOUTS after him.<br />
<br />
VITA<br />
I’ll let you be dungeon master --<br />
<br />
EXT. SUBURBAN HIGH SCHOOL - DAY<br />
Out of a John Hughes movie. <br />
Old and stately. Manicured lawn. <br />
Manicured kids from good homes. <br />
<br />
The joint’s abuzz with dozens of <br />
STUDENTS on their way to class.<br />
<br />
Frankie walks with his friend <br />
JOSH BOHNER (17), small and intense. <br />
Makes Christopher Mintz-Platz look macho.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
You mean it WORKED?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Yeah. I tweaked the enzyme, <br />
stripped the double helix, <br />
swapped out the nucleiods, <br />
then zapped it with ten thousand watts. <br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
That’s amazing. <br />
Do you realize what this MEANS?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
That I’m a genius?<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Yeah. You’re gonna be rich and famous.<br />
(sees something)<br />
Uh-oh. Here come the archetypes.<br />
<br />
A trio of CHEERLEADERS <br />
glide by the boys. <br />
<br />
Three scoops of blonde <br />
bathed in golden sunlight. <br />
<br />
Frankie sighs. Stares at --<br />
<br />
SHAYLA PETRIE (17), <br />
the head cheerleader. <br />
<br />
She sees Frankie staring. <br />
Whispers to her friends. <br />
They ERUPT in laughter. <br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
(whispers)<br />
Shayla Petrie.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
I can’t believe you <br />
have the hots for her. <br />
She just laughed in your face. <br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
I don’t care. She’s perfect.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Hello? Reality check? <br />
She’s WAY out of your league.<br />
(tugs on his sleeve)<br />
C’mon, we’re gonna be late for chem lab. <br />
<br />
They start walking inside.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
I would KILL to be with her.<br />
<br />
JOSH<br />
Careful what you wish for.<br />
<br />
SITTING UNDER A NEARBY TREE <br />
We see Vita, watching them. <br />
Writing something in a notebook.<br />
<br />
CLOSE ON --<br />
<br />
The book. <br />
<br />
We see a drawing of <br />
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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 ... <br />
<br />
<br />
INT. SUBURBAN HOME - BASEMENT - NIGHT<br />
Some cheesy 80’s hair metal ballad <br />
plays on an I-pod stereo. <br />
If I Close My Eyes Forever, indeed.<br />
<br />
Your classic wood-panelled rec room. <br />
Now a science lab STUFFED <br />
with a maze of equipment.<br />
<br />
Seated at a workbench is FRANKIE STEIN (17). <br />
‘Nerd’ would be compliment. <br />
<br />
Think Michael Cera <br />
divided by Jessie Eisenberg. <br />
<br />
He’s wearing thick gloves, <br />
sleeves and a big apron.<br />
<br />
Frankie looks at a dead RAT <br />
lying on the table, recent roadkill. <br />
Thinking. He nods. <br />
<br />
Leans over, starts attaching a series <br />
of electrical cables connected to <br />
suction cups on the rat’s head, <br />
chest, arms and legs. Nods. <br />
<br />
Turns to a laptop. <br />
Starts PUNCHING in data.<br />
<br />
THE MONITOR <br />
Shows a series of graphs that read <br />
HEART, LUNG and BRAIN. <br />
Each reads zero percent below them.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Smiles grimly.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Rat-tastic.<br />
<br />
He picks up a syringe. <br />
SQUIRTS it. Looks at the rat.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE <br />
You’re going to feel a small pinch.<br />
<br />
And INJECTS it. <br />
Frankie then turns to a TRANSFORMER <br />
that the cables are attached to. <br />
<br />
He starts flipping a series of switches. <br />
We hear a HUMMING sound.<br />
<br />
A NEEDLE <br />
On the transformer starts <br />
moving from left to right. <br />
It approaches the red zone --<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
FLIPS DOWN a metal bar, and --<br />
<br />
THE RAT<br />
Gets ZAPPED with electricity. BUZZZ. <br />
<br />
THE GRAPHS<br />
All JUMP to ONE HUNDRED PERCENT.<br />
<br />
THE RAT<br />
BOLTS UP in the air. <br />
LEAPS onto the floor. <br />
<br />
Starts DARTING around the room, <br />
looking for an escape. <br />
<br />
Frankie watches him. <br />
Then realizes. <br />
<br />
FRANKIE <br />
I didn’t close the DOOR.<br />
<br />
It goes to the stairs, <br />
starts FLYING up to the first floor. <br />
He CHASES after it.<br />
<br />
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT <br />
Total suburbia brought to you <br />
by the color beige, dimly lit <br />
by the light coming from <br />
the various appliances. <br />
<br />
The rat RACES through the kitchen, <br />
ollowed by Frankie. <br />
<br />
It gets to a dog door flap <br />
in the back door. <br />
PUSHES through it.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Shit.<br />
<br />
He reaches for the doorknob. <br />
<br />
FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)<br />
Frankie, is that you?<br />
<br />
The lights FLIP ON. <br />
Frankie’s mother JULIE (40’s) <br />
stands there in her bathrobe. <br />
<br />
Once a great beauty, now <br />
a bit washed-out-looking. <br />
<br />
But still appealing, <br />
even fresh-scrubbed. <br />
Frankie lets go of the knob.<br />
<br />
JULIE<br />
Everything okay? <br />
I heard you running.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Yeah. I was just coming <br />
up from the lab.<br />
<br />
JULIE<br />
Why are you up so late? <br />
It’s after midnight.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Uh -- I was --<br />
<br />
JULIE<br />
Never mind. <br />
One of your experiments, right?<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Uh, yeah -- actually.<br />
<br />
JULIE<br />
Have a seat, boy genius. <br />
I’ll fix you a glass of warm milk.<br />
<br />
FRANKIE<br />
Could I, uh -- get a beer?<br />
<br />
JULIE<br />
Silly boy.<br />
<br />
She throws a hand towel at him.<br />
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In the final chapter of Ridgeway, Cate escapes from the law by running up a gravel road that -- in a stroke of blind luck -- leads up the mountain right to her house -- where she collapses, then finds a 'special treat' courtesy of Dixie Mafia chief Big Boy ...<br />
<br />
<br />
EXT. MOUNTAIN RIDGE ROAD - NIGHT<br />
The cops get out. SLAM the doors. <br />
witch on HIGH-BEAM FLASHLIGHTS. <br />
<br />
Start heading down the steep canyon, <br />
sweeping big, bright beams of light <br />
through the woods.<br />
<br />
AT THE BOTTOM<br />
Cate stares at the dead bear. <br />
In shock. Soaked to the bone. <br />
<br />
The rain starts letting up. <br />
Sees the lights approaching. <br />
<br />
Starts high-tailing it up the <br />
hill in the opposite direction.<br />
<br />
THE COPS<br />
Start racing down the hill, <br />
flashlights bobbing.<br />
<br />
GRAB<br />
Somebody’s down there.<br />
<br />
RADY<br />
STOP, POLICE.<br />
<br />
They get to the bottom. <br />
See the dead bear. Stop. <br />
<br />
RADY <br />
Holy shit.<br />
<br />
GRAB<br />
Go get ‘em. <br />
I’ll call it in. <br />
Catch up with ya later. <br />
<br />
Rady nods. <br />
Starts heading up the hill.<br />
<br />
CATE<br />
Huffs and puffs. <br />
Makes it to the top. <br />
<br />
Out of breath. Turns around. Looks down. <br />
Sees Rady’s light heading her way.<br />
<br />
CATE<br />
Shit.<br />
<br />
Pushes through the foliage. <br />
Arrives at a two-lane paved road <br />
that snakes around in a tight U, <br />
then heads up the hill. <br />
<br />
An ancient Parks and Recreation <br />
building sits at the turn, lit by <br />
a lone, Victorian-era street lamp.<br />
<br />
She looks up the long road <br />
that snakes up the mountain.<br />
<br />
CATE <br />
Fuck that.<br />
<br />
RACES toward the building, <br />
just as Rady appears on the road. <br />
<br />
Sees her go behind the building. <br />
Pulls out his gun.<br />
<br />
RADY<br />
STOP, POLICE.<br />
<br />
GRABS his radio -- <br />
as he RUNS after her.<br />
<br />
RADY <br />
Got ‘em cornered. <br />
Call for backup. <br />
I’m at the bottom of Ellis Grade, <br />
in front of the parks and <br />
recreation building.<br />
<br />
He approaches the side <br />
of the building. Stops. <br />
<br />
RADY <br />
I know you’re back there. <br />
If you come out nice and easy, <br />
you won’t get hurt.<br />
(listens)<br />
Back-up’s on the way. <br />
Might as well give yourself up.<br />
<br />
Cate comes RACING around the corner. <br />
CRACKS Ray on the head with <br />
the flat side of a shovel. <br />
He goes down, THWUMP. <br />
<br />
RUNS toward the tiny <br />
parking lot in back.<br />
<br />
EXT. PARKS AND RECREATION BUILDING - PARKING LOT - NIGHT<br />
A small affair with a gravel road <br />
heading up the mountain behind it. <br />
<br />
Cate runs over. <br />
Looks at the sign.<br />
<br />
CATE<br />
I don’t fucking believe it.<br />
<br />
EXT. FULLER STREET - NIGHT<br />
Spooky in the dim light coming <br />
from houses at the top of <br />
a ridge on either side. <br />
A siren WHOOPS. <br />
<br />
Cate JUMPS off the road, <br />
tumbles down into a gully, <br />
just as another POLICE SUV comes <br />
ROARING by in a CRUNCH of gravel.<br />
<br />
She climbs back up. <br />
Sees it’s gone. <br />
Then starts RUNNING.<br />
<br />
EXT. FULLER STREET - MOUNTAIN TOP - NIGHT<br />
Cate makes it to the top, exhausted. <br />
Sees her house on the corner. <br />
Starts trudging toward it.<br />
<br />
INT. KAYLA’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - NIGHT<br />
Cate lurches to the sink. <br />
Splashes cold water on her face. <br />
<br />
Leans against the counter. <br />
Every muscle in her body on fire.<br />
<br />
Gingerly walks over <br />
to the bedroom doorway. <br />
<br />
Sees the lights are out. <br />
And Kayla, sound asleep.<br />
<br />
Goes back to the kitchen counter. <br />
Grabs a bottle of whiskey. <br />
<br />
Pours a shot. <br />
Downs it. Pours another. <br />
Does a third for good measure. <br />
Wipes her mouth.<br />
<br />
Grabs the bong. <br />
FIRES it up. <br />
<br />
Sucks down a big hit. <br />
Holds it in a long beat. <br />
<br />
Then BLOWS out the smoke. Sighs. <br />
Grabs the bong. The bottle. <br />
Shot glass. Pads into --<br />
<br />
INT. KAYLA’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS<br />
Plops down on the couch. <br />
Pulls out the wad of bills. <br />
Starts counting it. <br />
<br />
A small glassine envelope <br />
filled with white powder falls out. <br />
Hits the table with soft thwap. <br />
<br />
CATE<br />
Holy shit.<br />
<br />
She dumps it onto the coffee table. <br />
Cuts a big, fat line. <br />
<br />
Leans over. SNORTS it. <br />
Her eyes grow wide. Then glassy. <br />
<br />
CATE <br />
That’s not coke --<br />
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In the next-to-last chapter of RIDGEWAY, after shooting Dixie Mafia chief Big Boy's former employee in the head, Cate hears sirens approaching and must escape down the mountain during a sudden, violent thunderstorm ... <br />
<br />
<br />
EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - NIGHT <br />
Cate walks down the hill, <br />
boots CRUNCHING on the gravel road. <br />
<br />
Hears a siren WHOOP-WHOOP. <br />
Then sees red lights FLASHING.<br />
<br />
Starts trying to RUN back up, <br />
but quickly gets winded from <br />
years of too many cigarettes. <br />
<br />
She turns, RUNS into the woods -- <br />
just as a COP CAR comes <br />
RACING up the road.<br />
<br />
EXT. MOUNTAIN SLOPE - NIGHT <br />
Cate DASHES across the steep hillside <br />
through the underbrush and trees. Stops. <br />
<br />
Catches her breath. Looks around. <br />
Listens to the crickets CHIRPING. <br />
<br />
She hears a twig SNAP. <br />
WHIRLS AROUND. <br />
Sees a FAMILY OF DEER. <br />
<br />
Momma, Poppa and two young ones. <br />
Staring at her.<br />
<br />
CATE<br />
(whispers)<br />
Wow.<br />
<br />
They DASH OFF into the darkness.<br />
<br />
EXT. MOUNTAIN GORGE - NIGHT <br />
Cate stands at the top of a gorge. <br />
Looks down at the valley far below. <br />
<br />
A woodpecker TAP-TAP-TAP-TAPS <br />
like a machine gun. <br />
<br />
CATE <br />
SHIT.<br />
<br />
She JUMPS, then TUMBLES <br />
down the steep hill -- <br />
<br />
and CRACKS into a tree at the bottom. <br />
Gets up. Brushes herself off. <br />
<br />
Hears a low GROWL. <br />
A GIANT BLACK BEAR <br />
emerges from the foliage. <br />
<br />
Flashes HUGE WHITE TEETH. <br />
She stiffens. Shaking with fear. <br />
This ain’t Gentle Ben. <br />
<br />
They stare at each other a long beat. <br />
The beast suddenly REARS UP <br />
on its hind legs, ROARS -- <br />
and starts CHASING her. <br />
<br />
She SCREAMS. Starts climbing <br />
the tree like she’s on fire.<br />
<br />
GRABS at a branch above her, <br />
but it SNAPS off. <br />
<br />
The beast SWIPES at her <br />
with a meaty paw. <br />
<br />
She tries to WHACK it with the branch, <br />
but it GRABS it away from her. GROWLS.<br />
<br />
She GRABS another branch. <br />
Pulls herself up -- just as the bear <br />
SINKS IT TEETH into her boot. <br />
Cate CRIES OUT.<br />
<br />
Thunder BOOMS. Lightning CRACKS. <br />
It starts POURING RAIN. <br />
<br />
Lightning CRACKS again, illuminating <br />
the bear’s giant teeth and wild, red eyes. <br />
<br />
Cate KICKS his head with her other foot, <br />
causing him to ROAR and let go for a moment.<br />
<br />
She reaches around. <br />
Pulls the gun from her waistband. <br />
<br />
SHOOTS him in the head. <br />
<br />
BANG. BANG. BANG. <br />
He SHRIEKS in pain. <br />
Hits the ground with a sickening THUMP.<br />
<br />
EXT. MOUNTAIN RIDGE ROAD - NIGHT<br />
A POLICE SUV slowly comes down <br />
the gravel road, search light <br />
sweeping through the woods. <br />
Pulls to a stop.<br />
<br />
IN THE CAR<br />
A pair of local COPS exchange glances.<br />
<br />
OLDER, FAT COP<br />
Gunshots.<br />
<br />
YOUNGER, BEARDED COP<br />
(points)<br />
Came from down there.<br />
<br />
OLDER, FAT COP<br />
Fuck it, Rady. <br />
We’re gonna get all wet.<br />
<br />
RADY<br />
Gotta dead body back there, Grab.<br />
<br />
EXT. MOUNTAIN RIDGE ROAD - NIGHT<br />
The cops get out. SLAM the doors. <br />
Switch on HIGH-BEAM FLASHLIGHTS. <br />
<br />
Start heading down the steep canyon, <br />
sweeping big, bright beams of light <br />
through the woods.<br />
<br />
caroleparkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884570418275436327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744260777294683965.post-8706142525584460432019-05-03T10:17:00.002-07:002019-05-03T10:17:52.717-07:00The Dixie Mafia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_SgVWOWRgiQ/XMx2HRfwhHI/AAAAAAAAOL0/raDC2hFc6S0OqY88cWohvBWn5QKZmDlHgCLcBGAs/s1600/GeraldSchumacher5439490530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_SgVWOWRgiQ/XMx2HRfwhHI/AAAAAAAAOL0/raDC2hFc6S0OqY88cWohvBWn5QKZmDlHgCLcBGAs/s400/GeraldSchumacher5439490530.jpg" width="400" height="400" data-original-width="320" data-original-height="320" /></a></div><br />
Hey there, crime kids. Happy Friday. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where your most violent fantasies become sins of the flesh, right here, where the hardboiled action is non-stop, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling. <br />
<br />
In Chapter 24 of Ridgeway, local redneck mob boss Big Boy takes Cate to a remote cabin high atop the mountain, where he makes her a deal she can't refuse ... <br />
<br />
<br />
EXT. OZARK MOUNTAINS - GRAVEL ROAD - DUSK <br />
A brand-new red double-dually PICKUP TRUCK <br />
comes BARRELING up the road <br />
in a CRUNCH of gravel. <br />
<br />
An ARMADILLO lazily <br />
skitters across the gravel. <br />
<br />
The truck ROARS by and SQUISHES it, <br />
CRACKING its shell with a CRUNCH. <br />
<br />
EXT. MOUNTAIN CABIN - DUSK <br />
A shack that looks like it’d <br />
fall over if you sneezed on it. <br />
<br />
The gravel road runs by it, <br />
then disappears into a tunnel <br />
of trees across the mountain ridge.<br />
<br />
Dim light spills out <br />
from behind dingy curtains. <br />
<br />
The truck’s doors OPEN. <br />
Out steps Big Boy and Cate.<br />
<br />
INT. MOUNTAIN CABIN - NIGHT <br />
Dimly lit by a kerosene lantern. <br />
We see Hoyt, Jib -- <br />
and the Kid tied to a chair. <br />
<br />
Badly beaten. Covered in blood. <br />
Mouth a ruined mess. <br />
<br />
Teeth litter the floor. <br />
Softly whimpering. <br />
<br />
Big Boy and Cate walk in. <br />
Jib looks at Big Boy. Grins. <br />
<br />
JIB<br />
Finally told us.<br />
<br />
Hoyt stares at Cate. <br />
Smacks his lips.<br />
<br />
HOYT<br />
Who’s the cunt.<br />
<br />
BIG BOY<br />
New business associate.<br />
<br />
Big Boy pulls a thick, banded <br />
wad of bills from his pocket. <br />
Holds it in front of Cate’s face.<br />
<br />
BIG BOY <br />
Five grand. <br />
Like I promised.<br />
<br />
Her eyes light up. <br />
She reaches for it -- <br />
but he SNATCHES it away. <br />
<br />
Pulls out a GUN. <br />
Offers it to her.<br />
<br />
BIG BOY <br />
First you gotta shoot this <br />
piece of shit in the head.<br />
<br />
CATE<br />
But what about --<br />
<br />
BIG BOY<br />
This man stole from me. <br />
Now he needs to pay the piper. <br />
Do you want the fucking money or not?<br />
(off her look)<br />
You want to write my movie, <br />
you gotta be IN my movie.<br />
(holds up the cash)<br />
Go a long way round here --<br />
<br />
She looks at the Kid. <br />
Then at Jib and Hoyt. <br />
<br />
Then the money. <br />
Takes the gun in trembling hands.<br />
<br />
BIG BOY <br />
Atta girl.<br />
<br />
Walks over to the Kid. <br />
Slowly raises it. Pauses. <br />
<br />
Looks at Big Boy. He nods. <br />
She takes a deep breath --<br />
<br />
Takes aim -- and BANG, <br />
SHOOTS him in the head. <br />
<br />
Brains, skull and blood SPRAY the wall. <br />
Big Boy TOSSES her the cash.<br />
<br />
BIG BOY <br />
She shoots, she scores.<br />
(off her look)<br />
Londell sent you to <br />
get the dirt on me. <br />
Now the dirt’s on you.<br />
(big grin)<br />
You just did a hit <br />
for the Dixie mob.<br />
<br />
A SIREN starts WAILING in the distance.<br />
<br />
BIG BOY <br />
Whoops. Gotta go. <br />
(winks)<br />
Don’t spend it all <br />
in once place now, ya hear?<br />
caroleparkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884570418275436327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744260777294683965.post-21782335502951296382019-04-26T08:24:00.000-07:002019-04-26T08:24:33.583-07:00White Trash<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDl6jMKd0lk/XMMgnx6seBI/AAAAAAAAOLM/v9Zvf4fXxecXS0mIeFcOOHYb8kBelgq5gCLcBGAs/s1600/hot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDl6jMKd0lk/XMMgnx6seBI/AAAAAAAAOLM/v9Zvf4fXxecXS0mIeFcOOHYb8kBelgq5gCLcBGAs/s400/hot.jpg" width="267" height="400" data-original-width="533" data-original-height="800" /></a></div><br />
Happy Friday, 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. <br />
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In Chapter 23 of Ridgeway, Cate takes Halene's trans male son Les to lunch to offer support, but things turn nasty when a gaggle of redneck jocks start making fun of him ...<br />
<br />
<br />
EXT. SPARKY’S ROADHOUSE - NIGHT<br />
A big, rambling joint that <br />
would make Patrick Swayze proud. <br />
<br />
Neon beer signs. A line of <br />
pickup trucks parked in front, <br />
Cate’s red convertible <br />
the fly in the ointment.<br />
<br />
INT. SPARKY’S ROADHOUSE - NIGHT<br />
38 Special on the juke. <br />
Picnic tables and booths abound. <br />
<br />
Families, couples, old folks. <br />
More than a few cowboy hats.<br />
<br />
Cate and Kayla sit in a booth with Les. <br />
A CHUBBY WAITRESS (30’s) with <br />
teased hair takes their order.<br />
<br />
CHUBBY WAITRESS<br />
(to Les)<br />
And what would you like to drink?<br />
<br />
LES<br />
Can I, uh -- get a beer?<br />
<br />
Chubby raises her eyebrows. <br />
Shoots Kayla and Cate a look.<br />
<br />
HALENE<br />
How about a Coke?<br />
<br />
LES<br />
Okay --<br />
<br />
CHUBBY WAITRESS<br />
Be back with your drinks in a sec.<br />
<br />
She waddles off. <br />
Kayla looks around.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
Well, isn’t this fun. <br />
I haven’t been here in a long time.<br />
<br />
CATE<br />
(to Les)<br />
Check out the biker chick over there <br />
with the three-mile hair. <br />
Are those ugly tattoos or what.<br />
<br />
Les flashes a hint of a smile. Nods. <br />
<br />
A foursome of REDNECK JOCKS (17) <br />
sit down at the next table. <br />
<br />
Start fidgeting, chuckling, <br />
adolescent hormones running amok. <br />
<br />
BEEFY REDNECK JOCK<br />
Hey. There’s that man-girl.<br />
<br />
Les stiffens. Cate turns and looks. <br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
So, Les. How’s everything at school?<br />
<br />
LES<br />
Okay, I guess.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
I remember when I was sixteen, <br />
I was confused about -- who I was.<br />
<br />
LES<br />
(low, urgent)<br />
I’m not confused. I’m a boy, and <br />
it freaks my parents the fuck out. <br />
(off Kayla’s reaction)<br />
I know why we’re here tonight. <br />
I’m not stupid.<br />
<br />
COWBOY HAT REDNECK JOCK<br />
(loud)<br />
Think she’s gonna get <br />
herself a fake dick? <br />
<br />
PIMPLY-FACED REDNECK JOCK<br />
You mean like a strap-on?<br />
<br />
They burst into GALES OF LAUGHTER. <br />
Cate WHIRLS around.<br />
<br />
CATE<br />
Excuse me. What did you say?<br />
<br />
COWBOY HAT REDNECK JOCK<br />
Fuck off, lady. <br />
I ain’t talking to you.<br />
<br />
CATE<br />
You were making fun of our friend.<br />
<br />
BEEFY REDNECK JOCK<br />
Why don’t you go fuck yourself.<br />
<br />
Cate’s face turns red. She gets up. <br />
Grabs the bottle of ketchup. <br />
<br />
SMASHES it on the edge of the table. <br />
Jabs the blood-red, jagged, <br />
broken glass in his face.<br />
<br />
CATE<br />
What did you say?<br />
<br />
Everyone in the restaurant turns and looks.<br />
<br />
PIMPLY-FACED REDNECK JOCK<br />
(to Beefy)<br />
Fucking bitch is crazy.<br />
<br />
CATE<br />
Got that right, you fucking <br />
red state NRA-sucking, <br />
Hee Haw piece of white trash. <br />
Apologize to my friend -- <br />
before I clean the floor <br />
with your banjo neck.<br />
<br />
BEEFY REDNECK JOCK<br />
Fuck you, cunt.<br />
<br />
Cate HURLS the bottle across the room. <br />
It SMASHES into a window, SHATTERING it. <br />
<br />
GRABS the edge of their table. <br />
FLIPS it over, sending everything <br />
CRASHING to the floor. <br />
<br />
The jocks JUMP to their feet, <br />
ready to fight. <br />
<br />
Cate LEAPS UP on her table. <br />
Starts BEATING her chest. Then HOWLS.<br />
<br />
CATE<br />
AHHH-OOO, AHHH-OOO, AHHH-OOO, AHHH-OOO, --<br />
<br />
They stare, wide-eyed. <br />
She smiles, evil. <br />
<br />
Puts her hands in front of her <br />
like a dog. Starts BARKING.<br />
<br />
CATE <br />
ROOF, ROOF, ROOF, ROOF, ROOF --<br />
(growls)<br />
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR --<br />
<br />
They exchange looks, freaked out. <br />
Get the hell outta there. <br />
<br />
The other patrons stare at Cate, <br />
open-mouthed.<br />
<br />
CATE <br />
The fuck you looking at?<br />
<br />
INT. CATE’S CONVERTIBLE - NIGHT<br />
Cate starts the engine. <br />
Kayla sits in the passenger <br />
seat, still in shock. <br />
<br />
Les sits in the back. <br />
Flashes a big grin.<br />
<br />
LES<br />
That was fucking COOL.<br />
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