A Bucket of Blood Page #11

Synopsis: Nerdy Walter Paisley (Dick Miller), a maladroit busboy at a beatnik café who doesn't fit in with the cool scene around him, attempts to woo his beautiful co-worker, Carla (Barboura Morris), by making a bust of her. When his klutziness results in the death of his landlady's cat, he panics and hides its body under a layer of plaster. But when Carla and her friends enthuse over the resulting artwork, Walter decides to create some bigger and more elaborate pieces using the same artistic process.
Genre: Comedy, Crime, Horror
Production: American Pop
 
IMDB:
6.8
Rotten Tomatoes:
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Year:
1959
66 min
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Walter turns the corner -

WALTER:

Tell us what you're gonna do

next Walter...

Walter bounces against a wall -

WALTER:

(loud)

I'm gonna make big statues and

little statues, movie stars and

poets, and people who sell things

on television, and the mayor, and

some rock singers...

Walter stops walking and leans his hand against the wall -

WALTER:

(Beat)

What are you gonna do next, Walter?

Walter all of a sudden gets a sad look on his face -

WALTER:

What am I gonna do next...

what am I gonna do next...

Walter looks like he's about to cry -

WALTER:

I gotta do something before they

forget me...I know what it's like

to be ignored...

Walter thinks, then heads off, down the alley -

EXT LUMBER YARD - NIGHT

CLOSE on a table saw - a CARPENTER pulls the saw over a piece of

wood, then turns it off -

He picks up the wood and inspects the cut - he then turns around,

only to be startled by Walter -

CARPENTER:

Who are you? Whaddya want?

WALTER:

(slurred)

Life is nothing but a homeless

guy on th' bus of art...

CARPENTER:

Huh?

Walter gets RIGHT in the carpenter's face -

WALTER:

(slurred)

What is not creation is rice

cakes...let them all crumble

to feed the creator...

The carpenter stares at him for a beat, trying to avoid Walter's

boozy breath -

CARPENTER:

Beat it, ya drunk, or I'll call

the cops!

The carpenter turns the saw back on -

Walter SPINS the man around by his shoulder -

WALTER:

(loud, slurred)

All else is rice cakes!

The carpenter SHOVES Walter hard - he lands on his ass -

CARPENTER:

Get out of here, you god - damn

freak or I'll split your head

with a two-by-four!

Walter staggers to his feet and takes a few steps back - the

carpenter gives him a wary look for a beat and then continues sawing

-

Walter then POUNCES on the man, choking him -

The carpenter tries to fight back but Walter is possessed with a

psychotic strength -

Walter begins to gain the upper hand forcing the man's neck closer

and closer to the sawblade -

The carpenter sees the blade, and struggles with all his might to

get free -

CARPENTER:

No...no!

Walter forces the man's face down on the metal -

CARPENTER:

Stop...no...NOOOOOO!

The saw makes a CUTTING noise -

CARPENTER:

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

EXT JABBERJAW - DAY

Leonard gets a PAPER out of a VENDING MACHINE -

He reads the headline - "HEADLESS MAN FOUND IN LUMBERYARD"

Leonard reads it for a beat -

Walter then approaches, carrying a box -

WALTER:

Hello Leonard! Beautiful morning,

isn't it?

LEONARD:

It was.

Leonard lowers the paper - his face drops -

LEONARD:

What do you have in the box?

WALTER:

Just wait till you see this!

Walter opens the box and removes the contents -

It is the HEAD of the carpenter - Walter shoves the sculpture in

Leonard's face -

Leonard drops the paper and staggers back -

WALTER:

Whatsamatter Leonard?

LEONARD:

(Beat)

You made...a bust...

WALTER:

(gleefully)

Yeah isn't it wonderful?

Leonard takes a few steps back -

WALTER:

Whatsamatter Leonard?

LEONARD:

Put it down, Walter.

Walter's smile fades, and he puts the head down - Leonard addresses

him -

LEONARD:

Walter...Walter listen carefully.

(Beat)

I don't want you to make any

more statues. Do you understand?

No more statues.

WALTER:

(hurt)

Well Why not? I gotta make statues

Leonard. You heard Maxwell, they

want me to make them.

(Beat)

I can't go back to being a busboy!

LEONARD:

Maxwell! He's behind all this with

all his stupid blowhard poetry!

(Beat)

Listen, you've got to stop right

away! I'm beginning to feel

responsible!

WALTER:

Well, w-what did you do?

LEONARD:

Never mind...

Leonard puts his arm around Walter -

LEONARD:

Walter...I decided to have that

show for you, right away.

Walter walks with Leonard -

LEONARD:

When Carla comes by I'll talk to

her. She'll make up some nice

invitations. We'll have them

printed up.

WALTER:

Yeah?

LEONARD:

Well invite the critics, and the

art collectors...we'll tell them...

DISSOLVE TO:

INT CARLA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

INSERT INVITATION - a fancy invitation to the Jabberjaw to showcase

the work of Walter Paisley -

Mayolia fixes up the back of Carla's dress - Cuff and Link slouch in

chairs, and Maxwell fumbles with his tie, dressed formally -

MAYOLIA:

Well I don't see why we can't

go!

MAXWELL:

Mister Leonard De Santis is afraid

to have you come. You who buy

his coffee, his potables, his food.

You are the heart and soul and meat

of the Jabberjaw.

(Beat)

And he slighted you!

CUFF:

Did you get an invitation?

MAXWELL:

I did not! But I'm going anyway.

Not to drink his champagne but

to see Walter's triumph.

Just then Walter walks through the front door, dressed to the nines

-

MAXWELL:

After that we go no more!

WALTER:

Hiya Maxwell.

Maxwell pats Walter's arm -

MAXWELL:

I won't say good luck, Walter.

WALTER:

Why not?

MAXWELL:

It would imply you could not

succeed on your ability alone!

Maxwell dramatically exits -

Walter watches him, then heads over to Carla, and smiles -

CARLA:

You look so handsome.

Walter looks down at his outfit -

WALTER:

I do?

Walter then looks at Carla -

WALTER:

So do you.

Cuff and Link crack up at his comment -

WALTER:

I mean, you look so pretty.

CARLA:

Thank you.

WALTER:

Are you ready?

CARLA:

Ready? We've got plenty of time.

WALTER:

I know. But I wanted to talk to

you.

Carla looks at Walter for a beat -

CARLA:

Ok...

Carla grabs her coat and bag -

CARLA:

We can go now if you like.

Walter and carla head out -

CARLA:

(to the others)

Goodbye.

WALTER:

Bye!

LINK:

(dryly)

Break a leg.

Walter and Carla head out, closing the door behind them -

CUFF:

Man, why do you suppose Walter

wants to get her alone?

(Beat)

You suppose he could be physically

attracted to her?

LINK:

No man, he ain't the type. He

don't get enough vitamin E.

CUFF:

Maxwell gave him a bottle of

wheat germ oil. Maybe he started

taking it.

EXT STREET - NIGHT

Walter and Carla walk down the street - Walter says

nothing -

CARLA:

Nice night out...

WALTER:

Hm...

The two say nothing for a beat -

CARLA:

Well...what did you want to

talk to me about?

WALTER:

Well...w-what kind of people do

you like, Carla?

CARLA:

Oh, I don't know. Smart people.

Creative people I guess.

WALTER:

You think I'm creative?

CARLA:

Of course I do!

WALTER:

That means you like me!

Carla looks at Walter -

CARLA:

I like you very much, Walter.

WALTER:

I thought you did on account of

you kissed me the other night!

Carla sees where this is going and doesn't like it - the two stop

walking -

CARLA:

Well that was for your sculpture

of the girl. Your nude in the

chair.

WALTER:

Carla -

Walter tries to arrange his thoughts -

WALTER:

I, uh, I've been alone for a

long time, and I know you've

been alone because you never

seem to go out with anybody -

Walter looks nervously at his hands -

WALTER:

- even though Leonard's always

asking you to go out with him and

I - just -

CARLA:

What are you trying to say?

Walter gestures for Carla to sit down at a nearby bench -they sit

down -

Walter swallows appearing very nervous -

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Charles B. Griffith

Charles Byron Griffith (September 23, 1930 – September 28, 2007) was a Chicago-born screenwriter, actor and film director, son of Donna Dameral, radio star of Myrt and Marge. along with Charles' grandmother, Myrtle Vail, and was best known for writing Roger Corman productions such as A Bucket of Blood (1959), The Little Shop of Horrors (1960), and Death Race 2000 (1975). more…

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