Beetlejuice Page #31
- PG
- Year:
- 1988
- 92 min
- 10,409 Views
INT:
CATHY'S ROOM -- NIGHTCATHY lies on the floor, torn and bloody, as if attacked by an
animal several times her own size. The wooden box that held the
Squirrel lies in splinters around her. DELIA kneels at CATHY's
side, applying first aid. LYDIA runs in with more bandages.
CHARLES:
Cathy! Cathy! Wake up.
Speak to us. Tell us what
happened.
DELIA:
We know what happened.
It was the ghosts.
CATHY opens her eyes a little. She makes a feeble motion of
shaking her head no.
Unnoticed by anyone in the room, the bedroom door is pushed open.
CATHY:
They're here.
DELIA:
We know they're here,
darling. And don't worry.
Otho's going to tell us
how to get rid of them
for good.
INT:
ATTIC -- NIGHTDark and quiet. The door is pushed slowly open, and OTHO's round
fat fearful face appears.
OTHO:
Yoo-hoo.
Getting no response, OTHO enters the room. He's brought along a
bottle of wine for courage.
He sees the model town in the moonlight, and his curiosity is
peaked for a moment.
OTHO:
How quaint. An exact
replica of the dullest
town on earth.
He continues his search of the room. Circling the model, he
trips on something, leans down, and retrieves the HANDBOOK FOR
THE RECENTLY DECEASED.
OTHO:
Well, this is interesting.
I wish there were moon light
in here.
As if in answer to his wish, the whorehouse in the model town
bursts into lurid flame. OTHO stares at it a moment, and then
douses the flames with the wine.
INT:
CATHY'S BEDROOM -- NIGHTCATHY has been moved to the bed, and looks a little stronger,
ADAM and BARBARA stand on the opposite side of the bed from the
DEETZs. (In this scene the DEETZs cannot see or hear ADAM and
BARBARA.)
BARBARA:
You know we'd never do anything
that would hurt you.
CATHY:
I know.
CHARLES:
What, honey?
CATHY:
I know it wasn't Barbara and
Adam. It was an evil spirit.
ADAM:
His name is Beetle Juice.
CATHY:
His name is Beetle Juice.
And he's here.
The clock on her mantle begins to chime midnight.
DELIA'S water clock continues to chime the hour.
GUEST #4
Thank God it's midnight.
Now we can go.
GUEST #5
head, she'll stay upstairs.
GUEST #6
It'll be a cold day in hell
before I come back to
Connecticut.
The first guests start for the door. At this moment, the clock
stops chiming. BEETLE JUICE slides down the banister. He's
wearing a magician's top hat and tails, looking like he last
worked the Catskills.
BEETLE JUICE:
Pick a card.
He fans the TAROT DECK. No one takes the bait. He turns over
the deck. Every one of the cards is DEATH.
The GUESTS nearest the door turn away in disgust.
GUEST #7
Christ, this is what we've
been waiting for?
GUEST #7 pulls open the front door.
BEETLE JUICE --
points at the door. It slams shut. GUEST #7, with his hand
still on the knob, is hurtled against the door, and slumps
unconscious to the floor.
BEETLE JUICE smiles at the crowd.
BEETLE JUICE:
Show time.
The wind is picking up, blowing the trees, pulling the tent pegs
from the ground. The tent whips high into the air. The barn
door is slammed shut by the force of the gale.
INT:
BARN -- NIGHTTRIXIE and ART CRITIC #2 are making out in the shadow of one of
DELIA's monumental sculptures in steel and feathers. The whole
barn structure creaks with the force of the wind.
TRIXIE:
Hey, it's midnight. I
want to see Lydia's ghosts.
Let's go inside.
CRITIC #2
Oh, let's stay out here.
Delia probably just hired
some third-rate magician
who's going to --
AN UNNATURAL GROANING OF METAL --
interrupts the critic. He and TRIXIE look around the dimly-
lighted barn.
TRIXIE:
What was that?
CRITIC #2
The wind.
crosses the faces of TRIXIE and CRITIC #2.
They stare at SOMETHING in disbelief.
TRIXIE:
Have you got a car? A
fast car?
EXT:
BARN -- NIGHTTRIXIE and CRITIC #2 bolt from the barn door. The wind outside
is even higher than before, nearly knocking them off their feet.
We hear that OMINOUS METALLIC CREAK again. Then --
ONE OF DELIA'S STEEL AND FEATHER SCULPTURES
crashes through the barn door, lumbering forward on its sawhorse-
like legs.
Another SCULPTURE follows immediately in its wake.
The crowd is warily watching as BEETLE JUICE performs a series of
cheap MAGICIAN's tricks. He produces a bunch of garishly-colored
paper flowers from his sleeve, and then pulls a SMALL SINGING
CANARY out of his mouth.
The WELL-DRESSED MATRON (from earlier) is manifestly anxious to
leave.
MATRON:
I really do have to leave.
BEETLE JUICE smiles at her. The CANARY perched on his finger is
suddenly transformed into a small, flying dragon.
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