Runaway Bride

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In Chapter 25 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, the story goes into overdrive when Vita sees on the news what's going on with Frankie and Shayla at the sex motel. Meanwhile, at the motel, the cops try to calm down the vigilantes ... while Frankie chases Shayla through the forest ...


ON THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT
Del Dunn sits in her car.
Talking on her cell phone.

DEL
That’s right.
They’ve got Frankie Stein
and Shayla Petrie
holed up in a room
at the Camelot Motel
on Old Country Road.
(listens)
No SHIT, Sherlock.
I need a camera crew, NOW.
(listens)
I dunno. The vigilantes
far outnumber the cops.
I’ll keep you posted --

INT. VITA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Vita stares at her laptop,
tears in her eyes.

Listening to her I-pod.
A TV is on with the sound off.

ON THE SCREEN
We see a picture of her
and Frankie at age ten.
Beyond adorable.

Wearing their Sunday best.
Another kid is performing
a marriage ceremony. Heartbreaking.

A CHAT WINDOW
Pops up.

The message reads OMG.
Turn on the news.
They’re talking about Frankie.

VITA
Looks at the TV.
Frankie’s face fills the screen.

She GASPS.
WHIPS off her headphones.
PUNCHES the remote.

KIP CARTWHEEL (O.C.)
-- at the Camelot Motel
on Old Country Road,
where police officers
and an angry mob have assembled.
We take you now to Del Dunn,
at the scene.

EXT. CAMELOT MOTEL - PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Del Dunn stands away from the mob
holding a microphone.

She looks into the camera.
Cocks her head with importance.

DEL
Thanks, Kip. As you can see,
I’m standing here in the
parking lot of the Camelot Motel,
where Frankie Stein is holed up
with his hostage, Shayla Petrie.
It’s become quite the mob scene,
what with both the police
and angry townspeople on the scene --

INT. VITA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Vita PUNCHES off the TV.

VITA
Holy SHIT.

She RACES to her closet.
PULLS OUT a black cocktail dress.
GRABS a makeup bag. RUNS into --

INT. VITA’S BATHROOM - NIGHT
She looks in the mirror.
Starts applying blood-red lipstick.

VITA
Okay, Frankie Stein.
If that’s the way you want it.
(blots her lips)
It’s time to fight fire with glamor --

INT. STATE PARK - WOODS - NIGHT
Shayla RUNS through the dense foliage
like a madwoman on fire,
WHACKING leaves and tree limbs in her way,
leaving an easy-to-follow trail behind her.

FRANKIE
RUNS through the forest chasing her.
He’s about a hundred feet behind her,
following the trail she’s left,
but still getting SLAPPED
on the face by leaves and branches.

SHAYLA
Gets to a jogging trail.
Turns onto it.
Now runs FASTER without
any obstacles in her way.

She passes a JOGGER
going the other way.

He smiles at her,
then sees her smashed-in skull.

He realizes who she is.
Freaks out. STOPS.

Pulls out his cell phone.
PUNCHES a number. Listens.

EXCITED JOGGER
Hello, nine-one-one?
I just saw Shayla Petrie
on THE JOGGING TRAIL --

Frankie comes RUNNING PAST HIM.
He watches him go by.

EXCITED JOGGER
Yeah, he’s following her.
(listens)
Going north, toward the old mill --

EXT. CAMELOT MOTEL - ROOM FIVE - NIGHT
Chet and Beck stand in front
of the motel room door.

Four DEPUTIES stand between them
and the angry mob,
pointing shotguns at them.

Brub shakes his fist.

BRUB
You can’t fucking GET AWAY with this.
I want to see my DAUGHTER.

CHET
Stay right where you are.
Any of you make a move,
and we’ll shoot.
You’re interfering with THE LAW.

CHIEF WIND
Sits in his patrol car
watching the action,
on the radio.

CHIEF WIND
Hello, State Police?
This is Chief Wind in Venison.
We’ve got ourselves
a little situation here --
(listens)
We got an angry mob
about to get out of control --
(listens)
Yeah. Frankie Stein.
How did you hear about it?
(listens)
All over the internet -- ?
(listens)
Yes, sir. As many units
as you can spare.
Could turn into quite a bloodbath --

EXT. STATE PARK - WOODS - NIGHT
Shayla continues RUNNING
down the jogging path.

One of her high heels TRIPS on a rock.
She FLIES up in the air.

Lands on her ass, THWUMP.
She takes them off. Gets up.

Frankie comes TEARING ASS toward her.
She sees him. SHOUTS.

SHAYLA
Stay AWAY from me --

She goes off the path
and TAKES OFF again into the woods --
just as Frankie catches up.
He stops. Catches his breath.

FRANKIE
I’ve heard of Runaway Bride,
but this is ridiculous --

And he PLUNGES into the foliage after her.