
House of 1000 Corpses Page #20
Baby moves over to Bill. Mary watches like a mother hawk.
Baby sings and dances with all of her attention focused on
Bill.
Baby puts her arms around Bill's neck and sits on his lap.
Mary BOLTS FORWARD and SHOVES Baby off of Bill.
Baby crashes onto the floor.
MARY:
Take that, you f***ing slut!
(Mary spits at Baby)
F***ing redneck whore!
BABY:
You shouldn't a done that.
MARY:
Why? You gonna do something about
it?
BABY:
(standing up)
Yeah, I'll do something.
Baby takes out a straight razor from behind her back.
BABY:
I'll cut your f***ing tits off and
shove 'em down your throat.
MOTHER:
Baby! Stop!
Mrs. Firefly runs down from her position behind the spotlight
and intercedes.
BABY:
Come on, ma... this b*tch's got it
coming.
MOTHER:
No, I told you...
SCREECH! The garage door slides open. Rufus has returned.
RUFUS JR.
(interrupting)
Car's done.
DENISE:
Thank God.
MOTHER:
MARY:
Don't worry, I'm gone.
EXT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT
Bill, Jerry, Denise and Mary climb back into their car.
BILL:
Don't look back, just get in the
car.
DENISE:
Lock the f***ing doors.
INT. CAR - NIGHT
Bill begins to pull the car down the long dirt driveway
towards the road. The heavy rain makes visibility difficult.
BILL:
(straining to see
through the darkness)
Almost there.
JERRY:
Jesus, you think she was really gonna
cut you?
MARY:
(leaning her forehead
on the window)
Of course she was gonna cut me, she's
a f***ing nut...
(closes her eyes and
takes a breath)
I knew she was crazy from the second
we picked her up.
SLAM! Suddenly, Baby pounds her fist against Mary's window.
Mary jumps back in terror.
BABY:
(screaming)
You're in Hell, b*tch! You're gonna
die like a dog!
Baby disappears into the darkness.
MARY:
Go! Go! Go! Get us out of here!
Bill pulls the car up to the front gate. It is chained shut
with a huge padlock.
LIGHTNING CRASHES, illuminating the crucified scarecrows.
FLASH CLOSE-UP CUTS - of grinning jack-o-lantern faces peer
down from above.
INT. CAR - NIGHT
Bill opens the car door, starts to get out.
MARY:
(hysterical)
What are you doing!
BILL:
I gotta open the gate.
MARY:
Drive through it!
BILL:
It won't work.
JERRY:
Holy f***, hurry up.
Jerry, Mary and Denise watch through the windshield as Bill
struggles to unlatch the thick iron gates.
SUDDENLY, one of the SCARECROWS JUMPS down from his cross
and SMASHES Bill over the head with a HEAVY CLUB. Bill drops
to his knees.
MARY:
Bill! Help him!
Jerry throws open his door to get out. He's SHOVED BACK into
the car by another, larger scarecrow outside his door. This
scarecrow begins smashing the car's windows with a METAL
PIPE.
Bill lays motionless, face down in the mud. His attacker
turns his attention on the car. He also begins smashing the
car's windows.
EXT. CAR - NIGHT
From a distance we see Jerry pulled from the car and beaten.
The girls are helplessly trapped inside the destroyed vehicle.
The scarecrows continue to pound on the car.
As we fade out, the sound of a BARKING DOG can be heard.
FADE TO:
EXT. FARMHOUSE - MAGIC
From a long shot, we see the farmhouse in the early morning
sunrise. All is still.
The sound of an engine starting breaks the early morning
silence. Rufus's tow truck is seen pulling away from behind
the house. The BEATEN REMAINS of Bill's car are towed behind
it.
Darkness, except for the face of an alarm clock. The time is
7:
00 AM. TICK, TICK, TICK... BUZZZZZZ. The alarm goes off.A hand reaches over and turns off the alarm. We hear a deep
groan. A light turns on.
INT. WILLIS'S LIVING ROOM - MORNING
Don Willis wakes up, having fallen asleep in his easy chair.
He sits up and wipes the sleep from his eyes. He runs a hand
across his head, smoothing out his thinning grey hair.
He picks up a phone next to his bed, dials a number, waits.
MR. WILLIS
Hi. Lieutenant Broekman please...
Donald Willis.
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