House of 1000 Corpses Page #2
CAPT. SPAULDING
(laughing)
Goddamn.
STUCKY:
Had to take him to the hospital. Kid
had Dr. Zaius stuck half way up his
butt, couldn't get it out.
CAPT. SPAULDING
I always loved that mute broad that
Chuck Heston was shacking up with.
STUCKY:
Nova, yeah she looked pretty sweet.
CAPT. SPAULDING
Yeah, now there's the perfect woman.
STUCKY:
Can I get some stamps off ya?
(slapping down his
money)
Did you fix the toilet yet?
Opens a drawer and tears off five stamps.
CAPT. SPAULDING
Yes, I did... so don't you go stuffin'
any goddamn paper towels down that
hole. I just snaked the sh*t out of
that thing.
Spaulding SLIDES the KEY attached to a cow skull across the
counter. Stucky grabs it. Spaulding hangs on.
CAPT. SPAULDING
Ya hear me? You bust that crapper
and I'll beat your ass.
STUCKY:
I hear ya.
He lets go of the key.
EXT. CAPT. SPAULDING'S - NIGHT
From a STRANGER'S POV we watch through the window, Stucky
EXIT for the restroom.
Sheriff Huston finishes pumping his gas, gets in his cruiser
and drives off.
KARL (O.S.)
All clear. Let's go shopping.
RICH (O.S.)
Right.
From this POV we RACE across the highway towards the front
door of the MUSEUM.
SLAM! We BURST through the door.
INT. SPAULDING'S - SAME
The moment of impact. BOOM. The door SMASHES open.
Spaulding's head JERKS up to see: a masked gunman, KARL,
wearing a LEATHER S+M MASK.
Behind him stands a second gunman, RICH, wearing a rubber
CAVEMAN MASK.
CAPT. SPAULDING
Mary f***ing Moses. Get the f*** out
of here.
KARL:
Hold it, clowney. Keep your paws
where I can see 'em.
RICH:
Yeah, don't move or I'll blast a
hole the size of a Kansas City melon
through your ugly-ass Bozo face.
Spaulding obeys and raises his hands.
KARL:
Go get that other a**hole out of the
shitter and drag his ass back in
here.
RICH:
Right.
Rich exits.
CAPT. SPAULDING
Miserable little c*nts with guns. I
ought to jump right over this counter
and bash your f***ing balls in.
Killer Karl steps up and puts his gun against Spaulding's
face.
KARL:
Alright Tippy, hand over the cash
box and I might leave your brains
inside your skull.
Spaulding smiles wide, his teeth are yellow and rotted.
CLOSE UP:
Spaulding's foot kicks a red switch, triggering a silent
alarm.
CAPT. SPAULDING
That's what you b*tches need. A
reality check courtesy of my boot in
your ass. That'll be a f***ing cash
box you can cry to mamma about.
INT. SPAULDING'S - BACKROOM - NIGHT
A silent RED LIGHT FLASHES. In the dim glow, we see RAVELLI,
a large hunched figure, sitting on the edge of a bed. The
figure is heavily bandaged.
Ravelli reacts to the flashing light, he RISES and puts a
huge mask over his head. He EXITS the room.
Stucky sits on the toilet pasting stamps on large yellow
envelopes.
Killer Rich KICKS OPEN the stall, GRABS Stucky by the neck
and PULLS him out.
RICH:
Come on, fatboy!
EXT. CAPT. SPAULDING'S - NIGHT
We move around the outside of the building watching the scene
inside unfold. HEAVY BREATHING is heard.
Rich DRAGS Stucky into the main room.
INT. SPAULDING'S - NIGHT
Karl grows increasingly HOSTILE, knocks a candy display over,
raises his gun over his head and fires into the ceiling.
KARL:
(screaming)
That's it. I'm gonna count to ten
and you're gonna hand over the cash
or I'm gonna splatter your grease
paint mug across the stateline...
one.
CAPT. SPAULDING
F*** your mother.
KARL:
Two.
CAPT. SPAULDING
F*** your sister.
RICH:
Come on, man. Just shoot him.
STUCKY:
(recognizing Rich's
voice)
Hey, I know you. We were in high
school together. Wood shop, right?
...Richard Wick... right?
He looks nervously at Stucky.
RICH:
Shut up, shut up, shut up!
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