Yippee Kai-Yay, Motherfucker

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In Chapter 28 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, we arrive at the final stand-off at the Old Mill between Frankie, dead cheerleader Shayla Petrie, the cops and the vigilantes. Don't miss the exciting conclusion TOMORROW ...


EXT. THE OLD MILL - NIGHT
Everyone stares at the mill.
The news van ROARS down the drive.

Stops at the cluster of vehicles.
Del and a LARGE CAMERAMAN (20’s)
jump out of the car.
Starts setting up.

ON THE ROOF
Shayla comes out onto the roof.
Then Frankie.

DOWN BELOW
Chet looks up.
Sees them. Points.

CHET
There they are. Up THERE.

VITA
FRANKIE --

BRUB
C’mon, boys.
There he is.
Let’s go GET ‘EM.

BECK
(points the Uzi at him)
I meant what I said, Billy Bob.
Any of you fucking rednecks
so much as MOVE,
and I’ll get all
Bruce Willis on your asses.

BRUB
(under his breath)
Bitch --

Del stands in front
of the camera.
The red light goes ON.

DEL
This is Del Dunn,
coming to you live
at The Old Mill,
where pint-sized
evil scientist Frankie Stein
is having a final showdown
with his ungodly creation,
prom queen Shayla Petrie,
back from the dead --
(beat)
And I must say,
despite the fact that
half her skull
has been caved in,
she still looks quite fetching.

ON THE ROOF
Shayla moves away from Frankie,
arms outstretched.

FRANKIE
Shayla, PLEASE.
Let me EXPLAIN --

SHAYLA
There’s no fucking EXPLANATION.

FRANKIE
Yes, there IS. There is --
(gasps)
I saw Willis hit you --
and I followed you
to the motel to SAVE you.
And then, and then --
when you got hit by the car --

SHAYLA
You brought me BACK TO LIFE.
For WHAT? So you could finally
get what WASN’T YOURS?

FRANKIE
What?

SHAYLA
Don’t you fucking GET IT?
You’re a WIMP. A LOSER.
A JOKE. I’d NEVER be with YOU --
(under her breath)
And to think I fucking
SLEPT with you.

FRANKIE
It’s not supposed to
be like this, Shayla.
We’re supposed to live
happily ever after.
Forever and ever.

SHAYLA
'Forever and ever?'
You sound like a
fucking Drew Barrymore movie --

FRANKIE
(starts walking toward her)
Shayla, please. I need you.
I -- love you.

SHAYLA
But I DON’T love YOU --

FRANKIE
(gets closer)
But what about
all the fun we had?
The tree house,
our first date?

SHAYLA
FIRST DATE?
You can’t go on a date
with someone who’s DEAD.

FRANKIE
(gets closer)
But Shayla --

SHAYLA
Get AWAY FROM ME --
(low, menacing)
Step one foot closer,
and you’ll regret it.

DOWN BELOW
Everybody watches them
argue up on the roof.

CHET
Boy, she’s PISSED.

BECK
Hell hath no fury
like a woman
brought back to life --

Brub moves off to the side.
Slowly starts aiming
his weapon at Frankie.

Vita sees this.
RUSHES over to him.

VITA
NO --

She GRABS Brub from behind.
They both struggle for
control of the gun.

Chet and Beck whip their heads
in their direction.

CHET
I said NO SHOOTING.

The gun FIRES.
A glass window
in the mill SHATTERS.

Beck aims her Uzi,
SQUEEZES the trigger--

and SHOOTS a SPRAY OF GUNFIRE
at Brub’s head,
which EXPLODES IN A RED MIST --

SPRAYING Vita with blood,
brains and skull fragments.

VITA
What THE FUCK?

BECK
(softly)
Yippee-kai-yay, motherfucker.