House of 1000 Corpses Page #17

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JERRY:

Oh, don't worry she didn't get

offended by what I said. You two got

to lighten up... right, Bill?

BILL:

Whatever, at this point all I care

about is food. I'm starving and I

got a f***ing killer headache.

JERRY:

Hey, I asked you if you wanted some

chicken.

BILL:

Didn't look like chicken to me, more

like fried p*ssy cat.

JERRY:

(shrugs)

Tasted pretty good.

INT. FARMHOUSE - GRAMPA'S ROOM - NIGHT

In a cramped, darkened room we see the huge shape of Tiny

hovering over a BED containing the hunched, fragile old body

of GRAMPA.

Grampa struggles to sit, then slowly slides his legs over

the edge of the bed. Tiny helps him to stand.

GRAMPA:

God damn it, I can do it. I can do

it myself, ya big monkey. I ain't

dead yet... so don't you and your

sister start counting out my money

yet.

Grampa steadies himself against Tiny. They slowly walk out

of the room.

GRAMPA:

God damn, my dogs are barking.

As they move into the light of the hallway, it is clear that

Grampa is in his late 80's.

Grampa quickly grows tired. Tiny picks him up in his arms

and carries him down the stairs to the dining room.

As they move past, the camera comes to rest on a STRANGE

OBJECT sitting on a shelf.

A LARGE GLASS JAR containing a DEFORMED BABY. The pickled

punk looks to have a small second head growing from its

temple. The label on the jar reads STUFFY 1973.

The sound from the TV fades up in the background.

BELA LUGOSI'S VOICE can be heard.

BELA LUGOSI (V.O.)

Your hands, please. Your left hand

shows your past...

DISSOLVE TO:

TV SCREEN:

Bela is seen as a fortune teller holding a woman's hands.

This is a scene from The Wolfman.

BELA LUGOSI:

...and your right hand shows your

future.

CLOSE UP:

We see a tight shot of the woman's palm. A pentagram appears.

INT. DENISE'S FATHER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

We PULL BACK from the TV to find Donald Willis sitting in a

old easy chair. The room is modest, but comfortable.

He reaches over and picks up a small alarm clock, notices

the time, concerned look comes over his face.

The phone rings. He quickly answers it.

MR. WILLIS

Hello, Denise?

Disappointment. He mutes the TV.

MR. WILLIS

Oh, yeah... no, Fred. I was hoping

you were Denise, she's a little late.

(pausing)

Yeah, yeah I'm sure the rain just

slowed 'em down... yeah... uh-huh,

yeah... no, no you can keep it 'til

Tuesday... alright, talk to ya

tomorrow, bye.

Unmutes the sound on the TV.

INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT

The feast is on. Mother, Tiny, Grampa, Jerry, Bill, Mary and

Denise are gathered around the table.

MOTHER:

OK, everyone, put on your masks. We

can't very well eat with our everyday

faces exposed.

Mother puts on her mask, Tiny and Grampa follow. Jerry, Bill

and Denise slowly raise up their masks, Mary hesitates.

GRAMPA:

(to Mary)

Christ kid, put it on. She ain't

letting any of us touch the grub

'til you're wearing the damn thing.

Mary rolls her eyes and complies.

JERRY:

I've been meaning to ask you, Mrs...

Ummmm.

MOTHER:

(hesitates)

Firefly.

JERRY:

Firefly... mmmmm odd name. Mrs.

Firefly, do you know anything about

the legend of Dr. Satan?

BILL:

Here we go.

Grampa shifts his eyes onto Mother.

MOTHER:

(nervously)

Well, I'm not much for local gossip

an this and that, but I've heard it

mentioned in passing over the years

but... I mean folks is queer and

they say things, crazy things you

know what I mean?

GRAMPA:

It's all talk, yakty yak, like a

bunch of hungry chipmunks... Christ,

Dr. Satan. That takes the bull's

nuts alright...

(starts laughing)

...hey, I hear some genius up north

got a hot line on the Easter Bunny

for ya.

A voice from the shadows interrupts.

OTIS:

(slowly)

I know all about what you want to

know about.

A PALE FIGURE creeps forward like NOSFERATU from a dark corner

of the room. This is OTIS.

He stands six foot, but is deathly slim. His skin is

translucent, glowing in the dark. Long thin white hair covers

his head. His eyes are grey. He is an ALBINO.

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