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FRENETIC

Written by John Carrillo

FADE: INT. HANSON RESIDENCE - EVENING FRANK HANSON (28) Winsome. Tidy appearance. Suite. Tie. Swiftly moves in the dining room. Sets a lavishing meal. IGNITES two candles... Plays a vinyl record - Whatll I Do? by Frank Sinatra INT. DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS Frank sits at the table, encircled by the enticing food. Waits and waits. TIME PASSES... Frank checks his watch. An hour has passed. Grabs an old automotive goes through each page. Peruses the grandeur of Smiles. Then, gradually magazine from his collection. Briskly Halts on the Ford Mustang section. a 1968 Sapphire Convertible Mustang. turns the page....

Persistently, Frank glances at the door. The candles begin to heavily dilute. Frank fiddles with his food. Glances at the door one last time before resting his eyes. MORE TIME PASSES... Three hours go by. The candles reach their culmination. The smoke feebly disperses into the darkness. Frank sleeps. Front the door opens. A figure appears. The lights come on. Reveal: ALLISON (27) A natural beauty. Dazzling eyes. Easy to fall for. Frank? INT. DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS Allison sets her belongings. Admires the elegant meal. Becomes downcast by her tardiness. ALLISON Sweetheart, Im terribly sorry. ALLISON

2. She caresses Franks hair. He awakens. ALLISON (CONTD) We should go to bed. FRANK Hey... did something happen? ALLISON No. Just got caught up at work. Frank looks at his watch: 12:04 AM. FRANK Jeez, its twelve already. Why would they keep you this late? ALLISON Things got a little crazy. FRANK You couldnt at least call? ALLISON Things got crazy-FRANK Not even a message? ALLISON Frank, I told you, things got crazy. Frank fights for a better excuse. FRANK I just dont understand? Out of all the days from the year, you decide to come home late today? - I just thought for once, I would be able to surprise you. ALLISON Its not that bad. At least Ill have more money for-FRANK Really, Ally? Today is a special occasion and youre choosing money over this? ALLISON Thats not what I said.

3. An awkward beat. Silence. FRANK Maybe next time. Frank hands her a gorgeous bouquet of roses. ALLISON Theyre beautiful. Thank you. FRANK Happy Anniversary. ALLISON Happy Anniversary. I love you. FRANK Are you at least hungry? Made your favorite, chicken cordon bleu. ALLISON Maybe tomorrow. I just want to go bed, and so should you. She leaves the room. Frank takes out a tiny black case. Opens it: A keen cut diamond. Admires it. Then, despondently shuts the box. CUT TO: INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) Frank sets the bed. Ready for a terrible night to end. BUZZING resonates from Allisons night stand. Its her phone. Frank looks at it, baffled. A phone call at this hour? Waits for Allisons awareness. Shes in the bathroom... Curious, Frank grabs the phone. Eager to see the caller. Before catching sight of the caller, Allison snatches the phone away-I got it. She turns. Answers: ALLISON (CONTD) (on phone) Sorry, this isnt Jena. You must have the wrong number. ALLISON

4. Hangs up. ALLISON (CONTD) (to Frank) Wrong number. Goes back to the bathroom like nothing happened. Strange? Frank stands there... Skeptic. Muddled. Pestered. CUT TO: INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) Frank lays wide awake. Waits for Allison to fall asleep. She snores. Nows his chace... Grabs her phone. Surfs her call history. The last call displays: Jim - 12:47 AM. Allison turns. Murmurs. Frank ducks under the bed. She lets out gentle snores. Close call. Goes back to the phone. Continues to search. Sees a call directly for Jim at: 9:05 PM. After that, no calls. A three hour gap. She lied... She wasnt at work. His heart sinks. He sits there. Dejected. Empty. Whos Jim? Rifles through her purse. Finds a business card: Jims 24/7 Body Shop. Attached to it, an automotive booklet. Hes utterly lost... CUT TO: INT. HANSON RESIDENCE/KITCHEN - MORNING Frank sits at the table. Tries to eat. He cant. His mind, occupied with infinite scenarios. Allison walks in... ALLISON Morning, Sunshine. Frank stays quiet. She hugs him. Gives him a soft kiss. ALLISON (CONTD) (yawning) Youre up early? Did you sleep well? FRANK (pause) Yeah... Allison looks at him evident that he didnt.

5. ALLISON You sure? Positive. She stores Franks leftover food. Hums Whatll I Do by Frank Sinatra. ALLISON By the way, I might be late again. I gotta cover Candices shift. Frank walks to the sink. ALLISON (CONTD) Hope thats okay with-Before Frank can set his plate, Allison turns-- CRASHES into him. The plate plummets the floor. Obliterates into pieces. Franks anniversary dinner splatters all over his shirt. ALLISON (CONTD) Oh, my God! Im so sorry. I got it. Allison tries to clear the food off of his shirt. ALLISON Im sorry. Ill wash the stain-FRANK Allison, I said I got it! She stops in fright... Frank rips off the shirt. Shoves it in the trash. FRANK (CONTD) There. Problem fixed. Shes speechless. He grabs his briefcase. Exits. ALLISON Frank, wait. The door slams. Hes gone... FRANK FRANK

6. Allison takes out a miniature 1968 Sapphire Convertible Mustang toy from her robe pocket. Sets it on the table. MILES (V.O.) No way? Youre kidding me, right? CUT TO: EXT. CAFE/RESTAURANT - AFTERNOON MILES (Late 20s) Average Joe. Frizzy hair. Sits with Frank. Chows his meatball sandwich. FRANK Im not, Miles. I dont know what to do? MILES Confront her, perhaps? FRANK So she can deny it? I dont think so... MILES You gotta be certain first, Franky. This is a serious thing - But you also cant go thinking the worse either. Maybe her car is having problems? FRANK I checked it last week. MILES Your automotive skills arent exactly superb either, my friend. What you need is proof - By the way, did you propose? FRANK --Wait, I know... What if you follow her? What? FRANK I want you to follow Ally tonight. I need to know whats going on with her. MILES Are you crazy? No! MILES

7. FRANK Miles, please. You have no idea how I feel right now. I need-MILES Look, if you want proof, look for it yourself. Im not getting in the middle of this. FRANK --What about the time when I helped you with your gambling problem, huh?! MILES Dont go there, Frank! You know how you are - Remember how jealous you got when Allison had dinner with her ex-boyfriend from college? FRANK That was years ago. Who cares, Miles?! Frank grabs Miles by his collar. Pulls him close. FRANK (CONTD) Are you gonna help me? Yes, or no? MILES Ally is a good girl. Even you know that, Frank. Youre just paranoid. People at the cafe stare at them. The last comment hits Frank. Hard. FRANK Maybe I am. I just thought my bestfriend would help me. Frank storms off. Frank... Continues walking. MILES (CONTD) Frank!... Damn it. CUT TO: MILES

8. INT. HANSON RESIDENCE - DAWN Frank enters the house. Hes drenched from the rain. Goes into the kitchen. Sees the miniature car toy on the table. Curiously, he scrutinizes it... Whats this? The glaring red light from the answering machine catches his eye. Clicks to listen to the message: JIM (V.O.) Hey Allison, its Jim. I know you said not to call your house phone, but I called your cell various times, and it went straight to voice-mail. I was just wondering if you could meet me around seven, instead of eight tonight?... Frank intensifies. Dashes out of the house before hearing the rest of the message. JIM (V.O.) ...I have good news. CUT TO: INT. PACIFY MENTAL INSTITUTION - NIGHT Frank scurries towards the reception desk-- GLORIA (20s) A librarian look to her. Greets Frank. FRANK Gloria, wheres Allison? GLORIA Frank, hey? - She just left actually, is everything alright? Frank rushes out. CUT TO: EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT Franks runs around the parking lot. Searches for Allisons car. Stumbles upon PEDESTRIANS passing by. Bumps into them. Doesnt apologize. Keeps running.

9. A car pulls out. Frank sees a breast cancer pink ribbon on the back window. He knows its Allison... CUT TO: EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT Frank gets inside his car. Starts the engine. Speeds out to catch up to her. Before he exits, he slams on the brakes. Almost hits an ELDERLY WOMAN in a wheelchair. She curses at him. Frank takes off... CUT TO: EXT. STREETS - NIGHT Frank cuts through traffic. Heedless of the light changes. Spots Allison. Follows her. Hes two cars behind her. She turns right. Loses her for a second... Speeds into a gasoline station. Cuts through it to avoid traffic. Scrapes two parked cars. Keeps driving. Sees her again. Hes close. A DRIVER cuts him off. Loses her again. FRANK Thanks a lot, Jackass! Frank BEEPS his horn. The lights turn red. Hes six to seven cars behind her. She turns... Skillfully, Frank cuts the other Drivers. BEEP! BEEP! Barely misses oncoming traffic. Races out of the intersection-Allisons car pulls into a driveway. Frank follows. Parks his car far back. Keeps a safe distance. She goes inside a four car garage-shop: Jims 24/7 Body Shop. DRIVEWAY - ALLEY Frank follows her. Gets close to the garage. Hears chatter. Laughter. Peeks through the window. Sees Allison with a tall-goodlooking Man in blue uniform. Frank cant contain himself. Walks inside.

10. INT. JIMS 24/7 BODY SHOP - CONTINUOUS Frank creeps behind them. Her hand rests on the Mans shoulder. Their laughter grows. Frank grabs a large pipe from a toolbox. Hes ready to release his rage... FRANK So, am I late for dinner? Allison squeals. Jumps back. Frank? FRANK This must be Jim? It is... JIM remains calm. ALLISON What are you doing here? This isnt what you think... JIM (to Frank) Hey buddy, relax. FRANK Shut up! You think you can just steal my girl? You sick son of a-With the pipe, Frank jabs Jim in the stomach. Jim staggers down. ALLISON Frank, stop it! You dont know whats going on! Allison holds Frank back. Get off! Pushes Allison away. She stumbles under a car hoist... Jim grabs a hammer. Swings it at Frank. The Men go at it. Allison recovers from the hit. Jim jumps on Frank. Frank shakes him off. Shoves Jim on top of the car hoist controller. FRANK ALLISON

11. The controller malfunctions. The car hoist RELEASES the car on top-Frank! The car descends. Pins Allison. Her scream ceases. Jim stares in incredulity. Ally?! Frank cant believe it. Hes in shock. FRANK (CONTD) No, no, no... Oh God, no! He tries to lift the car. Its useless. Not a single budge. FRANK (CONTD) Ally! (to Jim) Help me! Frank fiddles with the hoist controller. Gradually realizes the fate of the situation... FRANK (CONTD) (to Jim) COME ON!! HELP ME!! Jim looks at Frank. Nods his head. Theres nothing they can do... Frank weeps. Reality drowns him. Its over. FRANK (CONTD) No, no, no... Allison... Im sorry. Hes utterly torn. Shes gone. Frank sees a torrent of blood spurt from the bottom of the car. The cars glossy color reflects on the blood. It looks familiar... He removes the rest of the cover. Franks face goes pale. Eyes widen. A flashback runs through his mind of the miniature toy car. Frank Sinatra rings in his ears. In his eyes, the reflection of a 1968 Sapphire Convertible Mustang. CUT TO BLACK. FRANK ALLISON

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