Motel Hell

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In Chapter 4 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, science genius nerd Frankie Stein and his friend Josh have followed his dream girl Shayla and her abusive boyfriend Willis to a sex motel to try and rescue her, but when she flees the scene after a big fight, things soon turn horrifically wrong ...


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

Frankie’s VW bus is parked at
the opposite side of the gravel parking lot.

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

FRANKIE
You can go if you want to.

JOSH
I’m not gonna fucking WALK home.
It’s too fucking FAR.

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

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

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

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

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

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

IN FRANKIE’S VAN
Frankie starts the engine.

FRANKIE
Okay, here we go --

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

SHAYLA
Stop the car.
I’m gonna get --

And she PROJECTILE VOMITS
all over the dashboard.

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

SHAYLA
But, but --

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

IN THE VAN
Frankie and Josh see Shayla hit the pavement.
And Willis’ truck ROAR away.

Shayla stands up.
Shakes a fist. SCREAMS.

SHAYLA
You fucking ASSHOLE.

ON THE STREET
A DRUNK DRIVER comes
CAREENING around a corner.

Now that it’s getting darker,
he doesn’t see Shayla --
and CLIPS her with his front fender.

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

FRANKIE’S VW BUS
SCREECHES to a halt
beside her motionless body.

Frankie and Josh jump out.
Walk over.

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

FRANKIE
She’s -- dead.

JOSH
Shit.
(beat)
We better call the cops --

FRANKIE
The COPS?
Are you fucking KIDDING me?

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

FRANKIE
Way. It worked on the rat.
Now I want to try it on a human.

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

FRANKIE
Then we don’t get caught.
Now help me put her
in the back of the van.
(off his silence)
C’mon, don’t you want me
to go down in medical history?

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