Fucking With A Dead Body

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In Chapter 23 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, the shit hits the fan when dead cheerleader Shayla Petrie's ex-boyfriend Willis shows up at the sex motel where she and Frankie Stein are hiding. Shayla freaks out, reads Frankie the riot act, and runs away ...


EXT. CAMELOT MOTEL - NIGHT
Willis’ truck pulls
into the parking lot. Parks.

INT. WILLIS’ TRUCK - NIGHT
Some corny power ballad
plays on the car stereo.

Willis looks at the motel longingly.
Finishes a can of beer.

SMASHES it against his forehead.
Reaches over, pulls another one off a six pack.
CRACKS it open. Raises it. Toasts.

WILLIS
I sure miss you, Shayla --

The song ends.
An ANNOUNCER’S voice comes on the radio.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
We interrupt our current programming
with this late-breaking bulletin.
Venison police are currently searching
for high school student Frankie Stein,
who is wanted in connection with
abducting the body of head cheerleader
and prom queen Shayla Petrie,
who was believed to have been killed
in a hit-and-run accident --

WILLIS
What THE FUCK?

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
If you see him, please contact
the authorities immediately.
And be careful.
He’s considered extremely dangerous.

WILLIS
Frankie STEIN? That fucking NERD?
With my SHAYLA?

IN THE MOTEL ROOM
Shayla shakes her fist at Frankie.
Beyond livid.

SHAYLA
So what the FUCK
am I supposed to do NOW, HUH?
I can’t go home,
I can’t go back to school
looking like THIS.
I was the MOST POPULAR GIRL IN SCHOOL --
and now I look like SHIT.
(eyes fill with tears)
Why didn’t you just let me DIE?

FRANKIE
I told you -- I love you.
(beat)
I think you’re still beautiful --

SHAYLA
BEAUTIFUL?
I look like something
out of a HORROR MOVIE --
(gasps)
How DARE YOU lie to me
about being my boyfriend. AS IF.
You’re a pathetic little creep
who can only get a girl
by fucking around with a DEAD BODY.

FRANKIE
Does that mean we’re -- breaking up?

INT. WILLIS’ TRUCK - NIGHT
Willis shuts off the radio.
In shock. Shakes his head.

WILLIS
That little FREAK --

He looks out the window.
Deep in thought.

WILLIS
Just wait until I
get my hands on him --

Then he sees it.
Parked down at the end.
Frankie’s VW bus.

WILLIS
What the FUCK. He’s HERE?

He GRABS the door handle.
JUMPS out of the car.

EXT. CAMELOT MOTEL - NIGHT
Willis STORMS across the parking lot,
shaking his fist.

WILLIS
FRANKIE STEIN.
I know you’re IN THERE --
with MY SHAYLA.
Get your ass OUT HERE right NOW,
or I’m coming AFTER YOU.

INT. CAMELOT MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Frankie and Shayla hear Willis.
Look at the door. Freaked.

FRANKIE
Willis --

SHAYLA
What the fuck is HE doing here?

FRANKIE
I dunno.

SHAYLA
Well, I’m not sticking around
to FIND OUT.
No WAY is that fat fuck
getting his hands on me AGAIN.

She RACES into the bathroom.
Frankie follows her.

INT. MOTEL BATHROOM - NIGHT
Shayla stands on the toilet.
Opens the window.

She starts climbing out.
Frankie races in.

FRANKIE
I’m coming with you.

SHAYLA
(turns, looks)
Stay the FUCK AWAY from me, pervert.
I’m OUTTA HERE --

She climbs out.

EXT. CAMELOT MOTEL - REAR - NIGHT
Shayla hits the ground with soft THUD.
RUNS away.

Frankie starts climbing out.
Loses his grip, HITS the ground.

FRANKIE
OW --

He gets up.
Starts CHASING after her --