Video: True Blood’s Top Five Death Scenes

July 1, 2011

When True Blood Gets Bloody:

Russell Edgington with Talbot in a jarTrue Blood = vampires. And vampires equal two things: blood and death. HBO certainly delivers on both counts, that’s for sure! Fear Net have compiled a list of their favorite deaths in the TV series. How many of them are your faves too?

Franklin

You actually have two fairly awesome deaths to pick from here. The first involving a medieval mace and Tara going equally medieval on his head, the second is actually his ‘true’ death though. This one involves Jason shooting him with a wooden bullet. Maybe not as visually gory, but certainly more effective in the long run.

Lorena

Let’s face it, we were all hoping for Lorena to finally kick the bucket. This must have put some amount of pressure on Alan Ball to make sure her death was worthy of our hate for the character. I think it certainly matched up. Watching Sookie having to restrain herself so that she only staked Lorena, and not her boyfriend too, was certainly something special.

News Broadcaster

Was this not the best way to end an episode ever? We never even saw it coming. Sure, we knew Russell was a little bit crazy, but never in our wildest dreams did we see this curve ball. Russell then proceeded to use the presenter’s innards as a prop for his speech.

Talbot

Talbot could possibly be the sexiest death ever, since he was involved in an intimate moment with Eric Northman at the time. His is an interesting case though, if you follow the logic from Franklin’s deaths. Technically speaking, you could say Talbot was killed three times over. Once by Eric, then Russell reenacted this staking with a Talbot look-alike, and finally, when Sookie put him (with maniacal glee, I might add) into the garbage disposal.

The Magister

This was another death we were glad to see. Except we almost didn’t get it. Just when we thought he was safe, though, Russell lopped off his head! Yet another episode cliffhanger involving Russell killing someone.

Now if you can’t remember all the characters who we have lost during all the seasons of True Blood, here is a memoriam video put together by HBO, to refresh your memory.

Source: Fear Net – True Death: Top Five ‘True Blood’ Deaths

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Happy Birthday James Frain!

March 14, 2011

Happy Birthday James Frain!

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Today, March 14, 2011 is James Frain’s birthday. The actor played the unforgettable role of the vampire Franklin Mott in the course of True Blood’s third season. We here at TBN would like to wish James a very happy birthday and hope that he has a wonderful day!

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James Frain Wants Vampire Tips from Robert Pattinson

February 16, 2011

Two British Vampires in the Circus

True Blood's James Frain (Franklin Mott)British actor James Frain, who played off-his-rocker Franklin Mott on HBO‘s True Blood, is in the upcoming film Water for Elephants alongside a fellow Brit, the swoon-worthy Robert Pattinson.  Based on Sara Gruen‘s popular novel of the same name, the film is set in the Great Depression, and revolves around a second rate circus run by husband & wife team August and Marlena Rosenbluth (played by Reese Witherspoon and Christophe Waltz).  Pattinson plays the circus vet, while Frain plays Rosie the elephant’s caretaker.

In an ironic twist, both British vampires had scenes together, but somehow managed to not broach the subject.  Frain regrets this, saying:

“I did have scenes with Robert in Water for Elephants but I’m sorry to say we didn’t swap vampire stories. I wish we had, people can’t believe there’s going to be a scene in the movie with a Twilight vampire talking to a True Blood vampire and that we didn’t spend our time chatting about that.  I wish I’d got vampire tips from him, I wish I’d gone, ‘Oi, Bob mate, any tips?’”

Acknowledging that many of his characters have been villains, he’s completely fine with it.  Like he says, “Bad guys are fun.”  This was especially true for Frain on True Blood, as that role afforded him his first chance to film a sex scene.  He’s thankful the show “made that dream come true.”  The darkness, craziness, and sex aren’t all that he found appealing about playing Franklin, however — he’s glad there was a lighter side to the vampire.  He elaborates:

“One of my favourite scenes involved Franklin at his most jovial. He’s quite a jokey dude. You know vampires have superpower speed? Well, Franklin uses this to text on a cellphone, showing off to Tara how quickly he can text. It’s like watching a kid with a video game, but at this point, he’s kidnapped Tara and has her chained to a bed, so she’s failing to be entertained.”

There’s no doubt fans remember this scene… it was hilarious!  It’s great that Frain has been enjoying his work, and that he’s had nothing but good experiences with fan encounters.  Hollywood’s been good to him, and we hope he sticks around.  Did you enjoy his portrayal of Franklin?  Do share your thoughts!

Source: coventrytelegraph.net/thegeekfiles– True Blood’s James Frain Wants to Swap Vampire Tips with Robert Pattinson

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True Blood’s James Frain Hides His Identity

January 16, 2011

His Kids Don’t Know His Alter Egos:

True Bloods Franklin MottTrue Blood‘s James Frain, who plays the lovably despicable Franklin Mott, doesn’t tell his kids what he does at night. The British star, who has two children with actress Marta Cunningham, won’t allow his children to see his movies.  Frain has not even admitted to them he is an actor, noting that he wants to “preserve their innocence” and doesn’t want them to learn about Hollywood life before they need to.

Frain also commented on his kids, saying,

They’re still too young to know what it is that I do for a living. My three-year-old daughter still thinks people on the TV can see you…Besides, they haven’t seen anything I’ve done because it’s all been so inappropriate

I’d say for sure that Franklin Mott is not how I’d want to introduce my young kids to a job! I can think of few characters – vampire or human, less likely to be a good role model. Or more likely to give a kid nightmares.

Source:  Toronto Sun – ‘True Blood Star Hides Career From Kids

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True Blood’s King of the Villains

January 15, 2011

The Vampire King Reigns Supreme:

True Bloods Russell Edgington RecliningTrue Blood’s own Russell Edgington (played by Denis O’Hare), the Vampire King of Mississippi, was recently voted the reader’s choice best TV villain of 2010 in BuzzFocus.com’s “Best of 2010” poll. He beat out Agent June Stahl (Sons of Anarchy), Alice Morgan (Luther), Anna (V), and Jimmy O’Phelan (Sons of Anarchy). The King of Mississippi overwhelmingly claimed his throne, with 56% of the reader’s votes. And let’s face it – Russell stole every scene he was in. It was almost impossible not to love him – what a spectacular villain he was.

Other Nominations:

Tara Thornton (Rutina Wesley) and Franklin Mott (James Frain) were nominated in the category of “Most Awkward Couple/Most Sexual Tension”. Shockingly, they placed third out of five possible couples! I’ve never seen a dysfunctional couple like those two before.

True Blood itself placed  third itself, behind Vampire Diaries and Supernatural, for “Best Undead Series”. That’s another category that is hard to believe. Not to knock Vampire Diaries (which I’ve never seen) or Supernatural (which I love), but really? True Blood delivers the real action, romance, and drama every week.

Those were the only other categories True Blood was nominated in.

Source: BuzzFocus.com

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James Frain Had Fun Playing Franklin Mott

January 15, 2011

Franklin Mott’s Journey

James Frain as Franklin Mott The third season of True Bloodmay just be a memory for truebies here in the US but across the pond in the UK, the latest season will premiere on January 14th. In honor of the new season, Digital Spy published an interview from the Daily Record with the brilliantly funny James Frain discussing his role as the hilariously disturbing vampire Franklin Mott.

We first met Mr. Mott when he broke into Bill’s (Stephen Moyer) house searching for information on Sookie (Anna Paquin) and her origins. At first he seems like a well put together and mysterious vampire, especially to Tara (Rutina Wesley) when they meet at Merlotte’s. But unfortunately he doesn’t remain that way. Not only does he have a bad habit of gambling and killing. But he also has a poor track record with women making him both dangerous and emotionally unstable. Of Franklin’s progression Frain says:

“The journey he goes on is very dark but is also hilariously funny. Every week when I got the script I would be just laughing at the lines and enjoyed how much fun they had writing him and how they managed to take it really out-there without ever being totally absurd. He has some really great comedy scenes and some choice lines.”

Choice lines indeed! Who could forget the scene with Franklin texting on Tara’s cell phone?

James Frain on Playing Villains

Despite Franklin’s humor, playing a villain can be difficult. But James says that he actually likes playing a bad guy:

“I do enjoy playing villains, and while I have never thought of Franklin as a bad guy, he is a bad guy,” he said. “He’s got it all wrong and is working for the wrong people and thinks he is a good guy but is not. It’s good playing the bad guy but more than anything it was fun.”

It’s nice to hear that James had fun while shooting for True Blood! Although many might not agree with Franklin’s actions, the humor that came with the character brought a much welcomed lightness to the show in a very bloody fashion.

Franklin Mott may be gone but he will always be remembered as one of the best characters of season three.

Source: Digital Spy– “James Frain Loved True Blood Role”

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The Franklin Files — Happy New Year

January 7, 2011

The Franklin Files” – Happy New Year

“Here drink this.” Jesus handed Lafayette a Bloody Mary. “Trust me, you two will feel a whole lot better and I’m a nurse. And I added a little secret magic to it, too.” He handed one to Tara who was laying head to toe with Lafayette on the couch and looked like she could be a vampire. She was the absolute color of death.

“Please tell me I’m not going to see no visions. I swear if I see visions as soon as I can lift myself off this couch I’ll kick your sorry ass from here to Tijuana.”

“No worries, sweetheart, it’s all spices from your local grocery store. My, my, you two are wee bit touchy this morning.”

“Sorry, babe, as much as I love them, I don’t do Champagne and Courvoisier together real well. But I sure seemed to like it last night – a lot.” Lafayette lifted the damp cloth from his face and attempted to smile.

“You sure did. You liked a lot of other things, too…”

“Oh, really…honestly, I don’t remember a whole lot of what happened after I stopped cooking the last couple of specials Sam had going last night. I can’t believe people really ponied up $13.95 for some cocktail shrimp and 6 oz sizzler. Hard to believe that’s the fanciest “Turf and Surf” they’ve ever seen in Merlotte’s, let alone Bon Temps. But I guess with a complimentary glass of champagne, noise maker and a party hat, it was a pretty nice event at the bar.”

“Well, I can tell you, everyone had a really nice time, especially you,” Jesus started to laugh, looking at Tara, “and Sookie. When you two started doing the can-can on top of the bar, I gained a whole new respect for you. Doing ‘The Bump?’ I didn’t know anyone still knew that old dance existed anymore. And when you closed it all out with ‘The Macarena’! It was absolutely classic!”

Tara groaned, and somehow managed to hit him dead on in the face with pillow, “You can shut the hell up any old time now.”

“My, my, my, okay, I can see my attempts at a lighthearted banter is getting me nowhere with the two of you.  How about I read you a little story. Have you checked in with Franklin lately? Do you know how his New Year’s began? Lafayette told me that his mother is missing and you think she’s been turned to the ‘dark side’ but have you read anymore?”

Tara answered, rather peevishly, “I really was starting to feel sort of sorry for Franklin which really pissed me off so I didn’t want to read anymore but what the hell I already feel like crap. Let’s go ahead and see what’s happened to his mommy dearest. The book is in the back closet under some blankets.” She threw her elbow over her forehead as if she were a movie star having a fainting spell on a chaise lounge in some long ago Bette Davis black and white movie.

Soon, Jesus returned the old battered journal. “I swear I don’t know how this thing holds together. And how many more are there?”

“Enough to keep us reading for a very long time. So start reading already.”

“Obviously, you need to drink more of my special Bloody Mary, Tara.” She gave Jesus the evil eye. “Whoa, girl, I know you don’t want to go toe-to-toe, evil eye-to-evil eye with me, girl. You have no idea who I am. But for the sake of your cousin, I’ll shut up and start reading.”

“Pleeeeease. Y’all need to stop. I’m in pain, and I love you both, but if you don’t start reading in ten, you will find both your butts on the porch.” Lafayette was coming to life, but quickly laid his head back down with a hand to the forehead and an, “Ouch.”

“Alright, ‘ladies,’ settle down, I’m reading.”

Tuesday, January 1, 1856

I am defeated – and not just a little bit drunk. If I could I would drink every alcoholic spirit available in England and under the authority of the English Crown and on the Continent – and it would still not be enough to erase the terrors. Last night was the most glorious night of my life and this morning the most terrifying and terrible.

Gwendolyn’s family invited me to their home to celebrate the welcoming of the New Year. It was a beautiful dinner with many friends and family and altogether helped to take my mind off the tragedy of these last few days. Lost in the presence of Gwen’s beauty and grace, I have to admit that there were a few moments when I even forgot that mother was missing at all. Gwendolyn’s parents were most solicitous and her sweet mother took me aside in the salon and most kindly offered that even though she knew she were a poor substitute, when Gwendolyn and I were married she would do her best to be a mother to me if my own were not to be found. She begged my pardon if it were too soon to say such a thing, and I assured her that, indeed, it was not. I really do love her, she is kind and warmhearted and, is in so many ways, the sort of mother I’ve always dreamed that I might possess.

After some dessert, drinks, singing, and parlor games, Gwendolyn’s parents allowed that since the night was not so chilly, I might wrap Gwendolyn up and we might walk along the terrace for a moment of privacy. I was astounded! But we are engaged to be married and had over the evening discussed a wedding date in mid-June, after the Sunday of the Trinity, it seemed a walk alone was not inappropriate. My heart was soaring! I thought it the most glorious evening of my life. And then Gwendolyn made it even better. She grew quite affectionate with me, more than she ever had, reaching inside my heavy coat, daring to touch me in places I didn’t even know she knew existed. Her touch was tentative at first, but she grew ever more daring and I was shocked at her courage.

“Gwendolyn, I think you must stop. While I am delight to find you so enthusiastic, I am afraid I am overcome with passion for you right now and in my emotional state right now, I don’t know that I can stop myself if I should return your affection.”

“My sweet, sweet, dark haired boy. I don’t want you to stop. I’ve been talking to Mrs. General and I am sure you believe her a just an old prude, but you’d be surprised to find her otherwise. We’ve talked about the torture you must be under, and how I might alleviate your suffering, not to mention my own grief at feeling so helpless to see your deepening sadness. I want to help you, to comfort you, and we’ve agreed this is the best possible thing I could do for you right now.”

I opened my mouth to protest but she put her gloved hand to my mouth to silence me. “Meet Mrs. General in three-quarters of an hour at the kitchen entrance. She is going to bring you to me. And before you say that you won’t come, if you don’t then I am prepared to run away to the vicarage and say that you kidnapped me.”

“Well, what choice do I have then? I think this idea unwise, but I will come, if only to prevent you running away in the middle of the night. We will talk some more and then I will leave. But I promise you, I will do nothing to besmirch your honor, Gwendolyn. I would rather die first.”

“Franklin, I am to be your wife in just a few months. Just come to me.” And then she took me back inside and she bid goodnight to the group. I, too, said my farewells and went outside to ride my horse a ways off and then came round to the back of their stables where I tied him in the back of the stable yard. I made my way to the kitchen while guests were saying their goodbyes at the front door and the main lights of the kitchen had gone out. Mrs. General took me up a back stairway and I quickly found myself alone with the most ravishing creature I had ever seen in my life.

Gwendolyn was dressed in the most beautiful white linen nightgown and her golden hair was down. I could hardly speak or move for fear that I might break the  vision that stood before me. But I didn’t have to move for she came to me. And with a boldness that I hardly knew she had, she began to undress me. I would have spoken up to resist – if I could have remembered how to speak at all. She kissed my throat, my chest, and ran her hands along my spine, and when she started to reach for my trousers, I finally got a hold of myself.

“Gwendolyn, no! This is not needed. You must not. You cannot. Your honor is too important to me, my lady. I will not spoil you in this way, my dear, sweet, love of my life.”

“Franklin, darling, you know that I love you?”

“Yes, my love.”

“And we will spend eternity together as man and wife?”

“Yes, my love.”

“Then, my love, Mrs. General says this is all perfectly all right, and so I am going to help you forget your misery and you will put me out of mine.” And then she took me by the hand and led me to her bed. I dare say that Mrs. General did more than just convince her that this was a good idea, for she seemed quite knowledgeable about what to do. But how can I even think about that now? My God, what sort of monster am I?

After the sweetest few hours of my life, making love to her by the light of the sliver of the quarter moon, and taking sweet slumber in each other’s arms off and on I could see that the future could indeed be bright. Mother or not, I would be happy in my marriage to the wondrous, marvelous creature. I stole myself away while it was still dark, not wanting to risk being caught by anyone stirring in the house. As I was riding away I couldn’t resist going back to take one last look at that beloved window wherein my lay my beloved. When I drew close to the house I saw two dark figures climbing out that very same window. I let out a shout and I swear they took to the air!

I drove the horse to the house and mounted the back stairs to her bedroom to find Gwendolyn her beautiful night gown shredded to pieces and she was covered in blood with not only the deep fang marks of before but actual gashes as if she, herself, had been torn apart. I took her in my arms and tried to rouse her, but there was no life in her. I let out a yell that brought the whole house to her room. I told them that I could not sleep and so I went out for a ride and saw the two figures coming out of her window. I left out the part about them flying for fear they’d think I’d gone absolutely mad, but I know that is the truth of it and I will not rest until I discover who they are.

As the chaos ensued and we waited for the doctor’s arrival, I went to the window to see if I could learn anything about these horrible murderers. As I looked down at the exterior window casing, I saw something caught there between it and the roof. It was a gold bracelet with small rubies that belongs to Mother. I grabbed the bracelet and put it in my pocket. I’m not telling the constable, at least not yet.

Because I am the source of all this death and suffering. Obviously, the same people who did this to Gwendolyn are the same people that have taken Mother, and the only conclusion I can make is that it is someone out to hurt me. The only connection between the two of them is that I love them with my whole heart, so that must be why Gwendolyn was killed tonight. It is my fault.  I feel such terrible guilt that I’d gladly give my own life for hers. I’d gladly take my own life except for one thing – I will have my vengeance upon the killers…I have one clue to follow, there was the note upon my pillow when I returned home, “Never forget, I am always and forever watching you.” It must be linked to the killers.

“Well, I think we are beginning to know when psycho Franklin began to appear,” Lafayette took a long drink from his Bloody Mary. The room was silent for a while.

“How are you two feeling now? Any better? Can I get you a refill?” Jesus closed the book and got up to take their glasses. “By the way, I love these old Flintstone glasses, very classy.”

“You better step off my Betty and Wilma’s. I’ll have you know it took a lot flea market shopping to put that collection together.” Lafayette feigned being indignant.

“Well, yabba-dabba-doo. Hand me your glass so I can fill up good old Betty for you and Tara, let me catch your little old Pebbles.” Jesus reached for her class.

“After, that journal entry, you better make me a Pebbles and Bam-Bam.”

Disclaimer: The Franklin Files are provided for entertainment purposes only and is a parody of the fantasy series, True Blood, and as such, is presented here for your amusement. “Franklin Files” and the various writers who contribute to it, have no relationship/affiliation to HBO, True Blood, or any of the cast or crew of said program nor any relation to Charlaine Harris, or the Sookie Stackhouse novels.

Written By: Sarahfina

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The Franklin Files — The Gifts

December 23, 2010


“You know our mamas would be ticked if they knew we were getting them the same thing.”

“Girlfriend, who the hell taught you to wrap a present? Don’t you know you line up the box along the top of the edge of the wrapping paper so you get a nice even line so it all wraps up nice and even?” Lafayette snatched the large box away from Tara. “Just let me wrap the damn presents. They’ll probably be pissed to know I wrapped them both, too, but damn, I can’t stand a bad wrapping job.”

“There is soooo much I could be saying right now, but since it’s Christmas Eve I think I’ll just leave it alone right now. I can’t wait to get up in the morning and visit our moms.”

“Correction. I’ll be visiting my mom and then we’ll be visiting Lettie Mae together. You know how Ruby Jean can get. And on a Messianic holiday?! Oh, Lordy! She oughtta’ be in fine form tomorrow!”

“Well, thanks for taking away my Christmas morning entertainment…”

“Well, that’s not how we used to remember Christmas.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Lafayette, do you remember when I got the beautiful Black Malibu Barbie and you got that set of Power Rangers? And I have to tell you, whatever you put in this eggnog is damn good.”

“Why thank you, Miss Merlotte’s Bartender. It’s a little nutmeg, rum, brandy and crème de cacao. Guess they should have me doing everything up in that place, huh? But, anyway, yes, I think the now famous Power Rangers/Malibu Barbie Christmas may be what sent our mothers over the edge.”

Tara threw a pillow at him. “Boy, trust me. Our mothers were far gone before that. I’m surprised they had their shit together enough to even get us those presents. I wouldn’t be surprised if Sookie’s grandmother bought them for us.”

“Yeah, she probably did. Which makes it even sadder that they threw them out.”

“Boy, don’t look so morose. Now it seems all kind of funny. The disco music was blaring from the radio, and you made that runway on my bed. And I hooked up that fly-line from my closet so that Malibu Barbie could come in and blow the whole thing up. It was awesome! But seeing it from their perspective, you can see why they freaked a little!”

“Yeah, they walked in just in time to see the red power ranger in a tutu get blown right off the bed!”

“It was awesome! But I did look like a psychopath!”

“And I looked like…me!”

“You’re crazy! And in spite of everything, I do love you. Here, open your present.” Tara handed him what was possibly the worst wrapped present in the history of Christmas.

“Well, I see you wrapped it yourself.”

“Bitch. Just open it.”

Lafayette opened the box and inside was a crystal etched frame containing a smiling picture of him and Tara in close-up, all the love and all the history coming through. Tara said, “Sookie took it at Merlotte’s sometime this past year.”

Lafayette started to tear up. “Tara I love it. And despite all the stuff I say, I love you more than anything, more than anyone on the face of this earth, baby girl.”

“I know.”

“Here’s your present.” He handed her a jewelry box with a bow on it. She opened it up to find a beautiful solid round gold bracelet. “It’s engraved on the inside, it says ‘Mi Corazón’ which means ‘My Heart’ in Spanish. With all the attention on ‘beating’ and ‘unbeating’ hearts going on around here, I wanted you to know that your heart means the world to me, always and forever.”

Tara was speechless. With tears in her eyes she gave her cousin a hug and then the two of them melted into the couch and for a long time sat watching the video of the yuletide log they had playing on the TV. Suddenly, Tara jumped up. “With everything being so busy, we never did find out who was missing in Franklin’s Journal!”

“Damn, you’re right! That will be our final Christmas gift to each other! To at least find that out!”

Sunday, December 23, 1855

So, I am bereft this Christmastide. I have Gwendolyn but my parents are gone. My father is nothing but a blithering idiot. I have a parish but no heart to lead it. I pray for help…

These last two weeks have been a blur and I can’t begin to recount what I haven’t written. Suffice it to say, Mother is still missing. It’s as if she as fallen off the face of the earth although she has visited me in my dreams, but I will write more of that in a moment.

Gwendolyn has recovered, most thankfully. But I do not know how I can move forward with marriage at this time without my dear mother here to witness it. What will my marital home mean without my darling mother there to give advice? What will grandchildren mean without mother there to play and dote upon them? What will my life as a clergyman mean without mother there to see my success? It seems my life has lost all meaning…

Father’s life most certainly has. I have had to take up all preaching, such as it is. I can barely put two words together, but it is more than Father can do. A terrible secret has been revealed to me. As soon as mother disappeared, Father relinquished all parish duties to me. I thought it was out of grief, but after a few days of it, I confronted him in his bed, and told him to get up and get to doing something that he’d be the better man for it, the parish needed him, and so on and so forth. He completely broke down and confessed that he has done none of the parish work for years except for the visiting and the “showy” things, that mother does all the administrative work, and even writes his sermons for him! She always has, he says! He’s completely incapable of it. So, I’ve been left to do it all. He’s become nothing but a driveling mess, and I’d be angry if he weren’t so utterly pathetic. And to be honest, I’m too exhausted.

I haven’t been able to sleep well, after a horrible nightmare about mother about a week ago. Each night I both fear it will recur and hope that it will happen again so I may see her and have a clue as to where she is. I dreamed that I was awakened to find her and Mr. Flintwich, Mr. Edgington and Mr. Tobin all standing around my bed. She was holding my hand with hands as cold as ice, and then began to sniff at me as if she were taking in my scent. At this point Mr. Edgington and Mr. Tobin pulled her away from me, whispering that it was unwise for her to get too close.

In case it was really her, I tried to draw her in, by telling her that I had purchased that beautiful burgundy dress from the dress shop to give her as a gift for Christmas. I knew it would be like catnip for her and it she were truly alive she couldn’t resist. “Oh, Franklin, you bought the dress for me? You’re such a loving son.” But again, Mr. Edgington yanked on her arms, and said, something about being a maker or something. I couldn’t quite understand it.

Again, I brought up the dress, and her beautiful hair, trying to draw her out. But then Edgington got really angry and said they had to leave. She began to cry but her tears were like the blood of our Savior as you see in some paintings. Tobin approached me directly and said some words about forgetting they were there, but I started praying for my mother and her soul, the image of her tears being so horrific.

Mother must be dead, if not, why would she not return to me? The dream was just a nightmare and it is all jumbled and foggy in my brain. But I went to Mrs. Meagles to try to talk to Flintwich, Edgington, and Tobin, but only Flintwich and Waters remain. Edgington and Tobin have sailed for the States, which seems odd given the time of year. I know it is not Christian, but I would not mind they meet a winter storm and perish. Forgive me! There is something not right about those men. As to Flintwich and Waters, Mrs. Meagles said they are never available during the day, and that she would ask that they stop by the rectory without delay.

“Damn! I hate how this boy continues to make me feel bad for him! No wonder I was drawn to him. We’re both from the F’d Up Mother’s Club!” Tara threw a pillow into the chair next to her.

“Girl, it’s time we head over to Merlotte’s to work. There’s going to be a big time Christmas partying going on. Then we got some serious bejeweled robes and slippers to deliver. They are going to love them. My mom is going to have the finest robe in the nursing home and she looks so fine in jewel tone purple. Maybe if the dollar store is open, we can stop and get her a crown, she’d love that.”

“Yeah, if Franklin thinks his mama is a princess, he hasn’t met Ruby Jean. Now that woman thinks she’s a queen!”

Lafayette sighed, “Girl, sometimes, I think she really is.”


Disclaimer: The Franklin Files are provided for entertainment purposes only and is a parody of the fantasy series, True Blood, and as such, is presented here for your amusement. “Franklin Files” and the various writers who contribute to it, have no relationship/affiliation to HBO, True Blood, or any of the cast or crew of said program nor any relation to Charlaine Harris, or the Sookie Stackhouse novels.

Written By: Sarahfina

Photo & Graphics By: Sarahfina

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James Frain of True Blood Chats About Tron: Legacy

December 3, 2010

We’ve seen vampires come out of the coffin in True Blood. But have you ever wondered what it would be like if technology became the center of daily life? James Frain (Franklin Mott) recently had the opportunity to find out first hand, playing the character of Jarvis, in his new movie Tron: Legacy.

The actor recently sat down with the Canadian magazine Tribute to discuss the film along with his co-stars Michael Sheen, Beau Garrett, and Bruce Boxleitner.

All About Jarvis

James Frain as Jarvis in Tron

Jarvis is the head of the secret police in the Tron world and is charged with keeping other programs in line as well as obtaining information about those programs that do step out of line. Unfortunately for Jarvis, he doesn’t do this very well and has a hard time getting things accomplished.

It sounds like Frain can relate to Jarvis’ predicament however. When asked if he felt guilty about spending too much time using today’s technology, he says:

“I’m cursed with wanting to get every new gadget that’s out there. I’m drawn like a moth to the flame, and yet totally inept at using them. It makes no sense to me whatsoever. I don’t know if anybody else is like this, but I refuse to read any operating manuals.”

The Human Side of Technology

Though the movie has a heavy technological theme, Frain insists that at the heart of the film it’s all about the relationships between the flawed human characters. Flawed or not, the Tron idea of human certainly is different from what we’re used to seeing, at least from James Frain. Our dear former vampire sports a shaved and white painted head in a truly incredible transformation for the film.

Acting in a World That Doesn’t Exist…Yet.

Speaking of transformations how does one act in a technological world that doesn’t exist except on the silver screen?  Frain describes a scene where he has to give a theatrical speech to thousands of “programs” in an arena with a lot of people in it and things flying around. But in actuality he only had himself, a camera, a blue screen and some crew members with him. He describes the experience quite aptly by saying:

“It was a bit like doing off-Broadway theatre, where you just imagine what you’re doing; you just put it out there and hope for the best.”

If James’ performance on True Blood is any indication, we’re quite sure that he’ll be fantastic in Tron: Legacy.

The film will be hitting theaters here in the United States on December 17.

Source: Tribute.ca — Exclusive Interview with Tron: Legacy stars Michael Sheen, James Frain, Beau Garrett and Bruce Boxleitner

Photo credit: Tribute Magazine

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The Franklin Files — The Disappearance

December 2, 2010

“Hey, Sook, how’s it shakin?” Lafayette asked as he walked through the backdoor into the kitchen of Sookie Stackhouse.

“Lafayette, what are you doing all the way out here? If you’re looking for Tara, she drove into town”

“Well, can’t I come visit you?”

“Well, you can, but since it’s never happened before, except when Tara was in serious trouble and I don’t see her being in trouble in her life or in your mind…oh, you’re here because of Jesús! Of course, you can hide his present here!”

“Sook, I hate it when you do that. Can’t you just pretend you don’t know? Just play dumb and LET. ME. TELL. YOU. STUFF. OKAY?”

“Okay, I’m sorry, Lafayette, Honestly. You know I try but I’m just so happy for you. The two of you are just so cute together.”

“Cute? We’re cute? We may be gay, but don’t be calling us ‘cute’. Damn, girl, don’t you know nothing?” Lafayette was really getting uptight.

“A little touchy are we?”

“YES! This is the first time I ever had to buy a Christmas present that I didn’t just go and pick up from Wal-mart at the last minute.”

“I will really cherish the cardigan you gave me last year, Lafayette.” Sookie said in mocked pain. “You remember, the one you told me you spent hours to find so that it would set off the highlights in my hair? Remember that one?”

“C’mon Sook, you know what I mean. Buying a gift for someone you think you love, especially the first Christmas gift is a big deal.”

“I know,” Sookie sighed and her eyes started to well up.

“Now what?”

“I really thought I’d be celebrating Christmas with Bill this year. I had found pictures of all his family members who’d been born since he’d died, or didn’t die, you know what I mean, in the library and I was going to get them framed for his Christmas present. But now I can’t.” Sookie started crying harder.

Lafayette went and put his arm around her. “Sookie, I’m sure he’s probably seen all those people anyway.”

“I’m not crying because he won’t see the pictures! I’m crying because I won’t be spending Christmas with him!” She punched him in the arm. “Lafayette just go! Go hide your present in Tara’s room!”

“Sookie, I was JOKING! I knew what you meant. I’m just trying to get you to smile a little. But I’ll head up to Tara’s room with this. And to save you the trouble of reading my mind, I got him a bracelet with a little engraving on it, and I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you know what it says, etc., etc., etc., etc, etc…” and he continued this all the way into Tara’s room.

“Okay, where am I going to put this, so my girl don’t get all up in my business?” He opened up the closet and saw the clothes and shoes piled in the corner and thought that this has got to be the spot. Lafayette started to dig through the mound of stuff until he came to something hard and substantial. He pulled it out and was surprised to find a very large, very old leather briefcase. He opened it up to find a similar looking journal, with the name Franklin Mott on the cover. There was a red ribbon attached to it, to be used as a place keeper. “What is Tara doing with this? Why is she hiding it?” He opened it where the ribbon held the place and began to read:

Tuesday, 10 December, 1855

She is still missing. The men of the parish have set the hounds upon the woods and have been riding all day looking for her to no avail. It’s been horrible. What is to be done? I don’t know if I can go on like this much longer. I haven’t slept now for what? Let’s see, I discovered her disappearance after Sunday evening services. And I was up most of Saturday eve preparing my sermon so it’s been three days now. I can’t focus, I can’t think. I keep going through the details in my head wondering if I may have seen a clue or overlooked a detail in my worry and haste when I discovered she was missing.

Sunday afternoon, I reluctantly left her bedside for evening services, she had looked so wan and pale. In the last week, just like in the case of Mr. Meagles, she seemed to get no better and the bite marks would not heal. In the beginning, both Mother and Gwendolyn, suffered these strange symptoms but she only she continued to decline. I rushed back to her bedside from services, asked after her from the nurse who said she’d been sleeping peacefully and she’d heard nothing from her in the last hour since the nurse had gone in to wipe her brow and clean her up a little in my absence. I went up to the door and knocked and getting no response I went downstairs and waited half an hour, dozing off myself. I felt a shiver run through me when I swore I was awakened by the howl of a wolf. I bolted upstairs and opened the door. And nothing! She was gone! I called for the nurse and the maid and everyone in the house and no one had seen her. It was horrible. We ran outside but there were no signs of anyone, no sounds of wolves, nothing. The nurse and the maid swear that they never were out of listening range and would have heard her try to leave by the front door and the cook was in the kitchen preparing for tomorrow so the back door was also an impossibility.

I must confess I don’t understand it. How does one vanish into thin air? I saw no obvious signs of anything out of place except for her. Oh, how can my heart go on? What about the life of happiness I planned? If she’s dead none of it will come to pass for it will mean nothing to me. Marital bliss, fatherhood, a lifetime of happiness will not be open to me if she does not live to see it. She has got to be found and found alive….


“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Tara stood in the doorway of her bedroom.
“I think I should be asking you that question. Why are you reading this crazy ass vampire’s journal?” Lafayette was trying to come up with something to take the sting out of being caught.

“Kind of interesting, ain’t it?”

“Girl, yes. Who is she?”

“She who?”

“The ‘She’ that’s missing. Aren’t you reading this thing? Right here where the ribbon is.”

Tara took the journal, “Don’t say another word. I always put the ribbon where I’m going to read next. It just happened to go on a new page, so I don’t know what you’re talking about. Don’t wreck it for me.”

“Well, read it so you can tell me who it is.”

“Lafayette, I’m glad you found the journal, I’ve been dying to talk to someone about it. But I don’t think we should tell anyone else about it. I don’t know if word got out that I had this, let alone that I was reading it, that the vampires would be very happy about it.”

“Damn, girl, just what I needed. One more reason for vampires not to like me. I’m already their ‘favorite’ black, gay, short order cooking, drug dealing, fine-ass looking, now add vampire journal reading, man in Louisiana. Thanks a lot.”

“Are you finished?” Tara blew out an exasperated sigh. “Just keep it quiet. And keep your mind on something else when you’re with Sookie so she doesn’t know it’s here.” Tara started to put the book away.

“And I do that how?”

“Think good things about Jesús”

“Oh, yeah. That’ll work.”

The two of them started down the stairs when Tara asked, “Just what were you doing in my room?”

“Doesn’t’ matter.”

When they got to the kitchen Sookie was still cleaning in the kitchen. Tara told her they both needed to get off to work.

“Okay, my shift starts in two hours, so I’ll see you there.”

Lafayette gave her a big hug and handed her the box for Jesús, “Sookie will you keep this for me until Christmas?”

“What were you doing in Tara’s room all this time?”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. See you on the flip side.” Lafayette practically ran out of the kitchen.

Sookie thought to herself, “Normally, when people tell me it doesn’t matter, it usually does…




Disclaimer: The Franklin Files are provided for entertainment purposes only and is a parody of the fantasy series, True Blood, and as such, is presented here for your amusement. “Franklin Files” and the various writers that contribute to it, have no relationship/affiliation to HBO, True Blood, or any of the cast or crew of said program nor any relation to Charlaine Harris, or the Sookie Stackhouse novels.

Written By: Sarahfina

Photo & Graphics By: Sarahfina

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