A Bucket of Blood Page #9

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
Website
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CARLA:

Well, it all depends, Leonard...

Walter sees this and is FLUSHED WITH JEALOUSY -

CUFF:

Man if you want to be a legit

artist you have to do nudes,

nudes, nudes...

LINK:

Right. Ain't no body of

work complete without some...

nudes -

This is about all Maxwell can take - Cuff cackles like a buffoon -

MAXWELL:

Get these Philistines out of here!

ALICE:

Oh let's change the subject I'm

sick of hearing about sculpture!

No one knows how to do that anymore,

especially the bus boy from the

Jabberjaw...

WALTER:

Who do you think you're talking

about!!

Alice laughs condescendingly -

ALICE:

Look at you! Who do think you

are. You're just a poser trying,

and failing, to fit into the scene!

MAXWELL:

Strong words...

(under his breath)

...for such a simple mind.

ALICE:

I think this bit about him being

this discovered sculptor is a

bunch of baloney and a cry for

help.

WALTER:

That's not true I am a sculptor!

ALICE:

Oh yeah?

Alice picks up a piece of CAKE -

ALICE:

Prove it! Make something out

of this!

Walter SMUSHES the cake onto Alice's palm -

WALTER:

There! Flat Cake!

Maxwell BELLOWS with laughter - Alice wipes off her hand -

ALICE:

If you were an artist you could

have created something!

WALTER:

I'm going home!

Walter gets up and leaves -

Carla turns and raises her glass to Alice, smiling -

CARLA:

Alice?

(smile fades)

You're a b*tch.

Dejected, Walter makes his way out of the club, storming past

Mayolia -

Mayolia watches Walter leave -

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT JABBERJAW - NIGHT

Alice makes her way out the door - heads down the steps and walks

off -

Then out of the shadows we see Walter, who has been waiting for her

to leave -

When the coast is clear, he begins to follow her...

EXT BUNGALOW - NIGHT

Alice enters the courtyard - she walks over to the front door of her

bungalow, enters, and closes the door behind

her -

Just then Walter stealthily enters the courtyard -

He approaches Alice's door, waits a beat, then gently

knocks -

Alice opens the door and looks at Walter -

ALICE:

What are you doing here?

WALTER:

I wanted to apologize for

being nasty to you this evening.

Alice is unimpressed -

ALICE:

So you apologized! Good night!

Alice SLAMS the door right in Walter's face -

Walter takes a few steps back - he clenches his jaw then BANGS on

the door -

Alice RIPS the door open -

ALICE:

Listen schmuck, why don't you

get out of here and let me go

to bed!

WALTER:

I didn't finish talking to you!

ALICE:

Well I'm done talking to you, what

do I have to do, draw you a diagram!

WALTER:

I decided to make a female figure

after all!

(Beat)

I want you to pose for it.

Alice looks him up and down for a beat, changing her tone -

ALICE:

(sarcastic)

Well I'm touched.

(beat)

You're serious, aren't you?

WALTER:

Yes. Fifty dollars an hour, right?

ALICE:

Yeah.

Alice laughs, and stares at Walter for a beat -

ALICE:

Well, if you've got the money, I

don't mind posing.

(Beat)

When do you want to start work?

Walter looks up at her sheepishly -

WALTER:

Tonight.

ALICE:

What, right now?

WALTER:

Uh-huh.

Alice looks him up and down again -

ALICE:

Hold on...I'll get my coat.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT COURTYARD - NIGHT

Walter and Alice head over to his front door -

ALICE:

It's kind of dark -

WALTER:

Shh!

Alice shuts up and the two of them quietly head into him room,

closing the door -

Just then Mrs. Swicker opens her door down the hall, poking her head

out -

INT WALTER'S ROOM - NIGHT

Alice begins to undress -

ALICE:

You could use a little more

heat in this place -

Walter drags a big bag of PLASTER out of a closet - he drags it to a

new addition in the room, a large TROUGH -

WALTER:

It's bad for the clay. You'll

get used to it...

Walter then props up a chair -

ALICE:

I'm almost ready -

WALTER:

Sit in this chair, and I'll pose

you.

Walter heads over to the lump of clay on the table -

Alice sits down, back to camera, totally nude -

ALICE:

Do you like what you see?

Walter does a double take, and swallows hard at the voluptuous

figure before him -

WALTER:

Yes.

(Beat)

Just stay like that.

Walter nervously kneads the clay -

ALICE:

That doesn't look like very

much clay.

WALTER:

Oh it's enough...

ALICE:

Are you nervous, Walter?

WALTER:

N-no...

Alice sexily shifts in her seat -

ALICE:

Not even a little bit?

WALTER:

I already told you I'm not.

ALICE:

When's the last time you had a

totally nude girl in your room...

WALTER:

(swallows)

Um...

ALICE:

Without a stitch of clothing on,

sitting and facing you...

Walter fumbles with the clay -

ALICE:

A girl with a body like mine?

WALTER:

You're breaking my concentration!

Alice laughs -

ALICE:

Walter can I ask you something?

WALTER:

What!

ALICE:

Are you a virgin?

Walter stands up -

WALTER:

For cryin' out loud what does

that have to do with anything!

ALICE:

It's just an innocent question.

(Beat)

Besides I just wanted to clarify

your intentions.

WALTER:

Whaddya mean?

ALICE:

Well I just wanted to make sure

you know, fully and completely,

that you're never gonna get any

from me, at least in this lifetime.

This comment stings Walter - he clenches his jaw, and gets up -

WALTER:

Look -

(Beat)

This pose is all wrong!

ALICE:

I'll pose any way you want.

Walter then grabs up a SCARF, and approaches Alice -

Walter then hands the scarf to Alice -

WALTER:

I want you to put this around

your neck...

Alice takes the scarf and places it around her neck -

WALTER:

Just like that...that's right.

Walter then steps behind Alice, grabbing the ends of the scarf

gently -

Then suddenly Walter PULLS the ends hard, choking Alice -

Alice clutches the scarf and struggles, panicking and gasping for

air -

Walter tugs at the scarf with all his might -

Alice kicks and tries to free herself, to no avail -

Walter continues to strangle her, clenching his jaws -

INT CARLA'S APARTMENT - DAY

Carla, Maxwell, Cuff, Link, and another girl sit around the living

room - Carla hands Maxwell a plate -

Maxwell inspects the plate -

CARLA:

Here you go, enjoy.

MAXWELL:

I hope this was made with egg

whites!

CARLA:

It was.

MAXWELL:

What's this sauce! I'm lactose

intolerant.

CARLA:

Don't worry it's a non-dairy

sauce made from soy milk.

MAXWELL:

Hm.

Maxwell takes a bite - someone knocks at the door and Cuff goes to

answer it -

Cuff answers the door -

CUFF:

Hey it's mister perjury!

In walks Walter, who notices everyone there -

WALTER:

Hi.

MAXWELL:

Good morning Walter!

Walter approaches Carla, a little dejected he wasn't

invited -

WALTER:

Hi Carla.

(Beat)

What's going on?

CARLA:

These guys came by to help me

try out some of my new organic

recipes.

WALTER:

Oh...

MAXWELL:

Wheat germ omelette, guava nectar

and garbanzo sprinkled with smoked

yeast. Join us?

WALTER:

No thanks. Sounds good though.

MAXWELL:

Suit yourself.

CARLA:

What's up, Walter?

WALTER:

I came over to see you.

(Beat)

I brought something...I

wanted to show you.

CARLA:

Oh yeah?

WALTER:

Yeah. Can some of you guys help me?

Maxwell puts down his plate -

CARLA:

Is it murdered man?

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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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