Let There Be Life

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In Chapter 7 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, police officer Chet Ordesky interviews Brub and Adelle Petrie about their missing cheerleader daughter Shayla. Meanwhile, science genius nerd Frankie Stein is bringing Shayla back to life in his secret basement lab ...


INT. PETRIE HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Brub and Adelle sit on the couch.
Chet Ordesky sits across from them
on a big, overstuffed chair.
Jots down notes.

CHET
And you say she’s never late for dinner?

BRUB
NEVER. Our daughter is a model citizen.
She was PROM QUEEN --

ADELLE
(dabs her eyes with a tissue)
And the head cheerleader --
(sniffles)
We’re so WORRIED about her.

She HONKS on her tissue.

CHET
Oh, I know. I haven’t missed a game.
She’s -- lovely.
(beat)
My son’s the mascot --

BRUB
(stifles a laugh)
Your son is 'Chubby the Chicken?'
(serious)
You need to FIND her, officer, NOW.
Something TERRIBLE could have happened to her.

CHET
Well, we can’t file a missing persons report
until twenty-four hours have passed --

BRUB
But we can’t WAIT twenty-four hours --

CHET
Not to worry, Mr. Petrie.
I can still do a little
unofficial snooping around on my own.

ADELLE
Oh, THANK GOD. Thank you, officer.

CHET
(smiles grimly)
Please. Call me Chet.
(off her weak smile)
Is Shayla dating anybody right now?
That might be a good avenue to explore --

BRUB
Yes, she is. Willis Grubb, that low-life.
Crazy girl broke up with Dart Brock,
the football captain --

ADELLE
AND prom king --

BRUB
To go out with HIM.

CHET
I see.
(stands up)
Well, thank you for letting us know.
I’ll go check on Willis, and tomorrow
we’ll start our investigation.
Don’t worry, we’ll find your daughter,
dead or alive --

ADELLE
(BURSTS into tears)
DEAD or alive?

Brub GLARES at him.
CLENCHES his fists.

BRUB
GET OUT. Get out RIGHT NOW.
You’re upsetting my WIFE.

CHET
Ohmigosh, I’m so sorry.
I, I -- didn’t mean --
(beat)
I’m gonna go now.

He nods. Hurries out the door.
Brub rushes over to Adelle.
Tries to comfort her.

BRUB
Don’t worry, my little flower.
They’ll find her.

PUSH IN ON Adelle’s face. Now livid.

ADELLE
They fucking BETTER.
Hell hath no fury like a woman FUCKED.

INT. FRANKIE’S BASEMENT LAB - NIGHT
Shayla lies on a sleeping bag on the workbench.
All the blood has been cleaned off her.

She looks almost peaceful.
A scarf now drapes where
the side of her head was smashed in.

Wires have been attached
to various points on her body.

He attaches one on her right temple,
then her left. Done.

FRANKIE
Now it’s time to find out
if we have 'chemistry.'

He giggles. Goes to his laptop.
Starts PUNCHING commands on the keyboard.
Humming softly.

THE MONITOR
Shows the familiar graphs that read
HEART, LUNG and BRAIN.
Each read zero percent.

Frankie reaches over,
picks up GIANT syringe.

Much bigger than the one
he used on the rat.
He SQUIRTS it --

FRANKIE
Sorry. This is gonna hurt --

And INJECTS IT into her neck.
Pushes the plunger all the way DOWN,
then quickly PULLS IT OUT.

He turns to the transformer.
Starts FLIPPING the series of switches.

It starts to HUM.
Frankie watches her intently.

A NEEDLE
On the transformer starts SLOWLY
moving from left to right.

FRANKIE
Watches it. Shakes his head.

FRANKIE
C’mon, c’mon --
(beat)
Fucking Radio Shack --

He TAPS the side of it.
The needle JUMPS into the red.

FRANKIE
We have LIFT-OFF.

Frankie FLIPS down the metal bar, and --

Shayla
Gets ZAPPED with electricity.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

THE GRAPHS
Jump to ONE HUNDRED PERCENT.

FRANKIE
PUMPS a fist.

FRANKIE
Let there be LIFE.

Shayla’s body starts SHAKING.
Her body starts SMOKING.

She begins to VIBRATE.
Frankie watches, bug-eyed.

FRANKIE
C’mon, baby -- you can DO IT.

Shayla’s eyes OPEN.
She BOLTS UPRIGHT. Blinks.

Looks at Frankie quizzically.
Opens her mouth to speak.

FRANKIE
Shayla. You’re BACK.

SHAYLA
(slowly, with difficulty)
Who’s -- Shayla?

FRANKIE
YOU’RE Shayla.

SHAYLA
Don’t -- know --
(beat)
Shayla.

FRANKIE
You mean you don’t
remember who you are?

She stares at him.
Confused. Shakes her head.

FRANKIE
Do you remember anything?

SHAYLA
No. Who -- are you?

Frankie stares. Holy shit.

FRANKIE
I’m Frankie. Your boyfriend.

Shayla nods her head slowly.
Looks around the lab.

SHAYLA
Where -- am I?

FRANKIE
You’re back home.
This is where we live.

SHAYLA
(feels her head)
What -- happened to me?

FRANKIE
You were in an accident.
But now you’re okay.
You’re home now.

She nods slowly.
Looks like she’s about to cry.

Frankie starts taking the wires off her. S
he watches. Confused.

SHAYLA
Would you -- hold me?

Frankie gulps. Holy shit.
Takes her in his arms.

FRANKIE
Uh, yeah.
(under his breath)
Thought you’d never ask --