Army of Darkness Page #6

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He beholds...

264EXT. ABANDONED MILL264

An empty place of stone and wood. Driven by the wind, the

Mill's giant grinding wheel slowly turns with a squeak.

265INT. MILL265

ASH:

enters the Mill.

ASH:

Anybody here?!

The place is quiet. Ash slumps down against a wall to catch his

breath.

ASH:

This place'll do for the night.

Get the book in the morning.

266INT. MILL - THREE SHOTS - INTERVOLOMETER 266

Shadows lengthen on the floor and stretch across the walls.

267ASH 267

peers through the window.

268EXT. MILL - LONG SHOT THE SUN - DAY 268

a gigantic ball of fire as it sets behind the Mill. The wind

kicks up.

269INT. MILL269

ASH:

listens as the cabin CREAKS like an old ship beneath the force

of the gale.

270THE WOODEN SHUTTERS270

on the window quietly KNOCK. Ash shivers and rubs his arms for

warmth.

ASH:

Damn this cold.

271ASH 271

looks about the Mill and spots an iron stove.

272GASOLINE 272

pours out of Ash's chainsaw over some logs in the stove's belly.

273ASH 273

lights the fire with his Zippo lighter and huddles near the

flame for warmth.

ASH:

'least I won't freeze to death.

He turns to a tiny sound.

274WIDE SHOT - ASH 274

behind him, through the window, a large gnarled hand sweeps

past.

275ASH 275

spins, raises his shotgun and fires.

BLAMITY-BLAM!

The window is ripped away in a shower of glass.

276ASH'S P.O.V. - THROUGH THE BROKEN WINDOW 276

Only the night woods. The "gnarled hand" comes back, sweeping

down in front of the broken window, but it's revealed to be just

a tree branch swaying in the wind.

277ASH 277

reloads. He moves to the front door and peers out through a

crack.

278ASH'S EYEBALL 278

through the crack in the door.

279ASH'S P.O.V. - THE WOODS BEYOND 279

CAMERA pushes through the crack to the woods beyond. There is

movement.

280LONG SHOT - EXT. MILL 280

The tiny figure of Ash steps from the Mill.

281CLOSE UP - ASH281

He sweeps the barrel of the shotgun toward the sound of sticks

breaking.

282ASH'S TERRIFIED HORSE 282

It rears up on it's hind legs. It's front hoofs come down toward

Ash.

283A STARTLED ASH283

leaps aside just in time.

284ASH 284

snags the horse's reigns.

ASH:

Easy, boy.

The horse calms. Ash ties it to a tree, patting it's head. A

shadow passes behind him. He turns toward the Mill.

285ASH'S P.O.V. THROUGH THE MILL'S OPEN DOOR 285

He sees am image of himself inside the Mill. Peering out.

286EXT. MILL286

ASH:

stares in disbelief, then the wind slams the front door of the

Mill, halting Ash's view. Ash races for the Mill.

287INT. MILL287

ASH:

races through the door and toward CAMERA when...SMASH...Ash's

reflection shatters. He's run into a mirror. Shivering, he picks

himself up from the pile of broken glass. He moves to the

fireplace and hunches before the flames, CAMERA PANS TO....

288THE SHATTERED MIRROR PIECES 288

Each piece of mirror reflects an image of Ash. From the eight

pieces of mirror spring...

289EIGHT TINY ASHES 289

Two inch high versions of himself. They leap from the mirror

fragments and land on the floor.

290ASH 290

is unaware of them as he kneels close to the fire.

291TINY ASH #1, #2, AND #3 291

grab a discarded dinner fork. Like men on a battering ram, they

race forward to jam it into Ash's buttocks.

292ASH 292

SCREAMS in agony and jerks forward, banging his head into the

stove pipe.

293TINY ASH #4, #5, AND #6 293

lift the barrel of the shotgun in Ash's direction. Another

leaps upon the shotgun's trigger. BOOM!

294ASH 294

barely dives away from the blast the would have taken his head

off.

295THE TINY ASHES295

SHRIEK with uncontrollable laughter. They jump away from the

shotgun and scurry off across the floor.

296ASH 296

pulls the fork from his buttocks and heaves it.

297TINY ASH #1 297

is running for his life, as fast as his tiny legs will carry

him.

298TRACKING SHOT - THE FORK298

a giant projectile as it ROARS AT CAMERA. PAN with it as it

WHOOSHES past.

FA-THONG!

299THE FORK 299

skewers tiny Ash #1 to the wooden wall of the mill.

300ASH 300

stumbles over a broom handle that has been thrust out in front

of him by other tiny ASHES. His head slams into a stove pipe.

He crumples. He lands with his cheek pressed against the hot

stove. SSSSSSssss. He pries his face loose with a spatula.

301A BUCKET OF GREASE 301

is pushed off a high shelf.

CLANG!

302IT LANDS ON ASH'S HEAD 302

and spills slippery grease about the floor.

303ASH 303

with an upside-down bucket on his head, slips and falls, back

and forth on the grease. He stands and tries to dislodge the

bucket. He trips over the broom handle, again thrust in his

path. He falls backward, onto a crochet basket with knitting

needles jutting from it.

304BUCKET-HEADED ASH 304

SCREAMS and jerks upward, slamming his bucket head into the

stove pipe. CLANG! Ash rips the bucket from his head then yanks

the needles from his buttocks. He looks about for the little

imps.

305TINY ASH #2 305

crouching behind a log attempting to hide. BUT...

306ASH 306

has seen him. He "accidentally" elbows the log and Tiny Ash

#2 into the stove's fire.

ASH:

Ooops.

307TINY ASH #2 307

is burned alive.

308ASH 308

glances downward at the pitter patter sound of tiny feet.

309TINY ASH #3 309

is dashing across the open expanse of floor. Ash's gigantic

foot comes down to crush the little man. Tiny Ash #3 raises

a rusty nail into the path of the descending foot.

RIP!!

310THE NAIL RIPS 310

through Ash's shoe.

311ASH 311

jerks his leg upward in pain. Ash dances about the place

hopping on one foot, HOWLING. He strays into the greasy area

of the floor and stumbles over the broomstick again thrust in

his path, swung there by Tiny ASHES #6, #7 and #8. He almost

regains his balance when he strays into the oil patch, falls,

and hits his head on the stone floor. BLACKNESS.

312ASH 312

awakens on the floor of the Mill, like Gulliver he is bound with

tiny ropes. Directly above him, on the edge of a table...

313TINY ASHES #4 AND #5 313

suspend Tiny Ash #6 by his legs.

314TINY ASH #7 AND #8 314

stand atop Ash's face. They push from either side of his

nostrils, plugging his nose. Ash's mouth opens as he gasps for

air. As he inhales...

315SUSPENDED TINY ASH #6 315

is released.

316TINY ASH #6 - SLOW MOTION - WIND FAN 316

He free falls for a moment, then the tiny body arcing to form

a perfect swam dive, plunges down into Ash's opened throat.

317ASH 317

inhales the living beast whole. He chokes violently. He breaks

his bonds an he hacks for breath. He puts his finger down his

throat, trying to make himself vomit up the little man, to no

avail.

He looks about to crush some of the little ASHES but they are

gone. He places his hand on his stomach and dizzily stumbles

to a chair. He goes pale.

ASH:

Nasty little thing's inside me.

He stands indignant but double over in sudden pain.

Well let's see how you like a

little hot water!

He grabs the hot kettle from the stove and pours the scalding

contents painfully down his throat. He sets down the kettle

and waits for a moment. A tiny SCREAM emits from Ash's stomach

ASH:

emits a bark of LAUGHTER. He clutches as his chest. Then his

arm. He rips back his shirt sleeve.

318CLOSE ON ASH'S ARM - STOP MOTION ANIMATION 318

We can see the outline of Tiny Ash #6's body squirming down

Ash's arm, just beneath the skin.

319ASH 319

watches in horror as...

320THE TINY FIGURE 320

squirms down his wrist and disappears into his iron hand. The

Iron hand snaps open and closes uncontrollably. The possessed

iron hand swings at him.

321THE IRON HAND 321

connects with an uppercut that knocks Ash out of frame.

322ASH 322

lands next to an iron vice. He reaches for the EVIL HAND. But

the hand has grabbed a mallet that BONK-BONKS him on the head.

Ash is groggy as he is grabbed by the hair and yanked down into

the opened vice.

323THE EVIL IRON HAND 323

cranks the vice's handle.

324THE VICE 324

tightens around Ash's head. Trapped, he looks to...

325THE EVIL HAND 325

rummaging through a wooden toolbox. It comes upon a crude wooden

punch.

326ANGLE - THE EVIL HAND - UNDERCRANKED 326

stabs rapidly at Ash's good hand. But Ash expertly dodges each

stab with an opening of the fingers or a closing of the thumb

is super fast motion.

327ASH 327

with is head still wedged in the vice.

ASH:

Why you dirty little...AHHHHHH!!

328A PAIR OF IRON PLIERS 328

has entered frame and clamps down upon Ash's nose. He emits

a nasal SCREAM and shakes the pliers loose.

ASH:

Soon as I get out of this thing

I... YIEEEE!!

THE PAIR OF IRON PLIERS

dip into Ash's mouth and clamps down upon a back molar.

ASH:

No! Not the teeth!

YANK!

329THE EVIL HAND 329

jerks his rear MOLAR from his head and holds up the tooth for

his inspection. It sets the tooth down nearly in front of him.

The Evil hand forms a fist and crushes the tooth to dust. It

scurries from view.

330ASH'S HEAD 330

struggling in the grip of the vice.

ASH:

Where the hell are ya!?

331THE EVIL HAND 331

grabs a red hot fireplace poker from the fire.

ASH:

I can't see ya!!

HIS EVIL HAND:

raises a red hot fireplace poker and presses it against the

right half of his body.

ASH:

No, no--not the poke--

SSSSsssssssss!

332ASH 332

jerks his head free from the vice with a SCREAM. He holds up

his iron hand. It's back to normal. Again under his control.

ASH:

Okay then.

But he halts abruptly as he feels a strange sensation: His

shoulder itches. He scratches it. The Itch grows. It itches

madly. He rips back his shirt. Upon his shoulder... THERE

BLINKS A THIRD EYEBALL!!!

333THE CAMERA RACES INTO THIS HIDEOUS SIGHT 333

It is the eyeball of EVIL ASH. Beneath it, a mouth and nose

begin to take shape on the surface of Ash's back.

334ASH 334

SHRIEKS and SHRIEKS and races out of the mill. The CAMERA

follows him in docu-horror style as he flees into the dark

woods.

335EXT. WOODS - 12MM LENSE - NIGHT 335

ASH:

staggers about in a frenzy, stumbling over logs and through the

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