A Taste For Blood

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In Chapter 24 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, the plot thickens when the cops discover Josh's dead body in Frankie's car, and then have to deal with a group of vigilantes who are out for blood ....


EXT. CAMELOT MOTEL - NIGHT
Willis walks down the
row of doors, SHOUTING.

WILLIS
FRANKIE STEIN.
Get your fucking ass OUT HERE,
right NOW.

Chet Ordesky’s patrol car
FLIES into the parking lot.

SCREECHES to a halt in a CRUNCH of gravel.
Two other patrol cars ROAR into the lot.
Cherry lights FLASHING.

Chet and Beck JUMP out of the car.
Willis RUNS over to them.

WILLIS
Officer Ordesky,
I’m glad you’re here.
Frankie Stein’s here --
(points)
That’s his car.

Chet and Beck look at each other.
Her eyes flash a question. He nods.

She walks over to the van.
Turns on a flashlight.

CHET
Why are you here?

WILLIS
This is where Shayla and I --
(embarrassed)
You know.

BECK
(flashes light in the window)
Holy SHIT.
(to Chet)
The best friend is in the back, dead.

CHET
(to Willis)
Wait right here.

He walks over to the car.
Shines a light in the window.

BECK
Looks like someone’s developed
a taste for blood.

CHET
Not to mention human flesh --

BECK
Do you realize what this means?
This is the scientific discovery
of the century.

Obese Mexican Clerk
waddles over to them.

OBESE MEXICAN CLERK
What’s the problem, officer?

CHET
I need to know what room
Frankie Stein is in.

OBESE MEXICAN CLERK
Number five.
It’s the only room that’s taken.
What did he do?

BECK
Are you fucking KIDDING me?
Don’t you watch the news?

OBESE MEXICAN CLERK
Nah. Ees too depressing.

Just then a CONVOY of CARS, TRUCKS
and MOTORCYCLES roars into to lot.

The VIGILANTES start piling out.
They carry shotguns and torches.
A few have BIG, NASTY DOGS with them.

Brub Petrie and the group
MARCHES over to where Chet and Beck
are standing with Obese.

BRUB
Get out of the way, Chet.
We’ll take it from here.

CHET
Stand down, Brub.
We don’t cotton to no
mob scene vigilantes on my watch.

Brub raises his shotgun.
Takes aim at Brub.

BRUB
I’ve come to get my daughter,
and there’s NOTHING
you can do about it.

Chet WHIPS OUT
his service revolver.
Aims it at Brub.

CHET
Put the gun down, Brub.
You’re not acting rationally.

A PAIR OF OFFICERS
approach the group, guns drawn.

SKINNY COP
You heard the officer.
Put the gun down, NOW.

OLDER COP
We WILL shoot.

The Vigilantes raise
their weapons. Take aim.

BRUB
I’m afraid we’ve got you
outnumbered, Barney Fife.

BECK
Listen to me.
You can’t just
go in there shooting.
Shayla’s not dead.

BRUB
Who the fuck are YOU?

BECK
I’m a government agent
with the CDC.
I out-rank the fucking
COPS, asshole.

BRUB
What do you mean
'she’s not dead?'

BECK
Frankie Stein
brought her back to life.

BRUB
Yeah, right.
And I’m Wes Craven --