On a distant, rainy hill, the old Frankenstein castle, as we knew and loved it, is illuminated by ANOTHER BOLT OF LIGHTNING.
MUSIC: AN EERIE TRANSYLVANIAN LULLABY begins to PLAY in the background.
ANOTHER ANGLE
As we MOVE SLOWLY CLOSER to the castle. It is completely dark, except for one room - a study in the corner of the castle - which is only lit by candles.
Now we are just outside a rain-spla
SPIRALING STAIRS, up up up in what we now see
is a medieval cathedral. And as we continue MOVING UP
something TRICKLES DOWN INTO FRAME - BLOOD. Running thin,
then thicker, as we CONTINUE TO MOVE UP the stairs and find -
A BODY, sprawled awkwardly across the stones, arms and legs
akimbo, not so much Christ-like as victim-like. In one hand
the Body holds a GUN he never had a chance to use. In the
o
scurries off, avoiding any more questions.
Pamela heads back to the house.
INT. HOUSE
Pamela enters the house, LOCKS AND BOLTS the front door
behind her. She breathes a heavy sigh of relief, back
against the door... she flicks on a light switch... NOTHING.
PAMELA
Christ, Jimmy... didnt you try
the goddamn lights?!
Pamela moves down the hallway to the laundry room... she
opens the
bolts out of his room and into the adjacent
bedroom down the hall. He barges through the door.
INT. DEREKS BEDROOM - A NAZI IRON EAGLE BATTLE FLAG
It hangs above a serious computer and next to a giant,
tome-filled bookshelf. The moans, meanwhile, approach
orgasm.
TIGHT ON DEREK VINYARD. The young man has a shaved head,
a thick goatee, and a well-crafted SWASTIKA on his left
tit. On top of Derek i