A Bucket of Blood Page #5

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:
73%
APPROVED
Year:
1959
66 min
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INT WALTER'S ROOM - NIGHT

Walter notices the medallion has a clasp - he pops it open and

notices a twisted-off corner of a PLASTIC BAG containing a white

powder inside - he opens the bag and smells the powder, no knowing

what it is - he dabs his finger in it and puts it on his tongue,

GRIMACING at the taste of the substance - he puts the open medallion

down on the kitchen table -

EXT WALTER'S WINDOW - NIGHT

Lou heads off -

INT WALTER'S ROOM - NIGHT

Walter heads over to the dresser, looks at himself in the mirror-

WALTER:

Why yes, that is one of my pieces...

it's one, in a series...

Walter then picks up the picture of Carla, looks at it for a beat -

WALTER:

And I love you too Carla...

Walter sighs, then heads over to his cabinets, opens them

up -

A box of PANCAKE MIX is the only item -

Walter takes out the box and grabs a round, sharp-edged GRIDDLE out

of the lower cabinets -

Soon the door knocks - Walter walks over to the door carrying the

griddle -

He opens the door - Lou is standing there -

LOU:

Hello, Walter.

WALTER:

Hi. I know you! I've seen you

down at the Jabberjaw plenty.

LOU:

Yes, you have.

(Beat)

Can I come in?

WALTER:

Uh, sure.

Walter closes the door behind him -

WALTER:

I was going to make some pancakes,

you can have some if you like.

LOU:

Hm.

WALTER:

Did you see my cat?

LOU:

Yeah I did.

Lou heads over to the table, sees the medallion -

LOU:

I also saw the girl give you this.

WALTER:

Oh yeah that was Mayolia, she's

a nice girl.

(Beat)

She's kind of strange, though.

Walter watches Lou take a dab of the white powdery contents and put

it on his tongue -

LOU:

You like chasing the dragon, Walter?

WALTER:

Chasing the dragon? Whaddya mean?

(Beat)

You sure you don't want a pancake?

LOU:

You can cut the crap.

Lou WHIPS out his BADGE -

Walter looks at the badge, then at Lou -

LOU:

Police officer.

WALTER:

You're like an undercover guy!

LOU:

You're in some deep sh*t pal, whether

you know it or not.

WALTER:

Huh?!!!

LOU:

Possession of narcotics isn't something

we take lightly, you understand?

Lou takes a few steps closer and Walter takes a few steps back -

LOU:

But I got a feeling you're gonna

cooperate with me. Yessir, I

think you and me are gonna be real

good friends.

(Beat)

Why don't you tell me about your

connection.

WALTER:

C-connection?

LOU:

I'm not looking to pinch you! I

don't care about you, or the girl.

(Beat)

But you want to save your ass, you

better start telling me what I want

to hear. Now!

WALTER:

Telling you what?

LOU:

Who's the head honcho! Who's

providing the smack connection!

WALTER:

Smack?

LOU:

(rolls his eyes)

Goddammit, where are you from,

Mars?

WALTER:

Alaska! What the heck's wrong with

it!

LOU:

Haven't you ever heard of smack!

Horse! Junk! Heroin!

WALTER:

(enthusiastically)

Is that what that is? I never

seen any before. I always thought

that stuff was expensive!

LOU:

Oh, yeah. It can get real expensive.

WALTER:

Wasn't that nice of Mayolia to

give me some expensive smack.

Walter heads over to the stove - Lou stops him, turns him around -

LOU:

(angry)

Who do think you're dealing with,

huh? I'm willing to cut you a

break, chief!

WALTER:

(totally confused)

You are?

LOU:

Good ol' mild mannered Walter!

Give it up. It doesn't fly with

me.

Lou steps up to Walter who cringes behind his griddle -

WALTER:

I- don't know what you're talking

about!

LOU:

You're coming downtown with me,

Walter. You're gonna come clean

with me, you're gonna name names

or I swear to God I'll see to it

personally you rot in a cell upstate!

Are we understanding each other?

WALTER:

(panicked)

Wait a minute! What'd I do?

LOU:

I got you cold, pal. Make

it easy for yourself, use your

head.

WALTER:

I didn't do nothing wrong! That

was Mayolia's! I didn't ask her

for it. I don't know about any -

LOU:

Yeah yeah yeah - look! I've

heard this song and dance before,

save your breath, you're coming with

me!

Lou goes to turn Walter against the wall but Walter springs back -

WALTER:

Wait a minute - I told you I didn't

do nothing wrong!

LOU:

Don't give me a hard time Walter! You

don't want to get me mad! You're

coming with me!

WALTER:

I ain't going no place with you!

Lou then grabs his .45 from behind him and aims it at

Walter -

LOU:

Turn around!

Walter panics and begins to FREAK OUT-

WALTER:

You're gonna shoot me!

LOU:

Turn around!

Lou lunges for Walter's arm to turn him around but he staggers back

-

LOU:

What are ya, deaf? Turn around!

WALTER:

NO! NO DON'T SHOOT ME I DON'T

WANT TO GET SHOT!

LOU:

Relax!

WALTER:

YOU'RE GONNA SHOOT ME!

LOU:

Walter shut up and relax!

WALTER:

NO YOU'RE GONNA SHOOT ME DON'T

SHOOT -

Lou SPRINGS for Walter -

WHAMMM! Walter SINKS the griddle into Lou's skull - Lou grunts and

crashes to the floor -

Walter cringes back in terror - as he steps back we see the BLOODY

EDGE of the griddle -

Walter staggers back, witnessing what he has done -

Soon there is a KNOCKING on his door -

MRS. SWICKER(O.S.)

Walter!

At first Walter is too shocked to hear the knocking, but soon he

does, and a horrible realization forms in his mind -

EXT COURTYARD - NIGHT

Mrs. Swicker knocks on the door, listening intently -

MRS. SWICKER

Walter!

She knocks again -

MRS. SWICKER

Walter are you alright? I thought

I heard some shouting a minute ago!

Mrs. Swicker waits for a beat - soon she hears BANGING and CLANGING

through the door -

MRS. SWICKER

Walter!

The banging and clanging continues -

Mrs. Swicker knocks again - the banging reaches comical proportions

-

MRS. SWICKER

Walter open this door -

The clanging continues - Mrs. swicker jiggles the door handle - the

door opens -

INT WALTER'S ROOM - NIGHT

Mrs. Swicker walks in and Walter hides the bloody griddle in the

nick of time, staggering back -

MRS. SWICKER

What's all the noise in here!

WALTER:

Noise Mrs. Swicker? What noise?

Mrs. Swicker closes the door behind her -

MRS. SWICKER

Don't tell me I didn't hear a

racket! I'm an older woman and

I don't need to be upset and

disturbed in this manner!

WALTER:

I was just straightening up the

place.

MRS. SWICKER

Straightening up indeed! Are you

sure you're not alone?

WALTER:

I'm always alone, Mrs. Swicker,

you know that.

Mrs. Swicker begins to snoop around the place -

MRS. SWICKER

Walter have you been talking to

yourself again?

WALTER:

(wringing his hands)

Well yes I guess I have been Mrs.

Swicker. Somebody's got to.

Mrs. swicker continues to snoop around - she then turns and looks at

Walter -

MRS. SWICKER

(exasperated)

Walter, you know what you need is

a girl!

Mrs. Swicker continues to inspect the place, with Walter following

close behind her -

MRS. SWICKER

She doesn't have to be pretty...

just as long as she takes good care

of you...

WALTER:

Uh, I can take real good care of

myself, Mrs. Swicker!

Mrs. Swicker continues to look around the cluttered room -

MRS. SWICKER

Yeah I can see that! Look at

this place!

At that moment Lou's BLOODY ARM drops into view in the background,

having been stuffed in a crawl space above the sink -

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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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