House of 1000 Corpses Page #22

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MARY:

(behind curtain)

Bill? No, no, no! What have you done?

Bill!

INT. CURTAIN ROOM - OTIS'S ROOM - DAY

Ugliness. Decay. Pain. Carefully arranged on a model's

platform is the severed torso of Bill sewn to a large homemade

fish tail. He is lying on his ride side posing.

Bill's face is frozen in a death scream.

OTIS:

Behold... The Fish-Boy!

MARY:

(repeating to herself)

This can't be real, this can't be

real, this can't be real.

OTIS:

Oh, it's real... as real as I want

it to be, mamma...

(grabs his canvas and

holds it in her face)

...look, see the magic in my brush

strokes.

Painted on the canvas is the gruesome scene of Bill as the

Fish-Boy.

MARY:

(crying)

F*** you, you f***ing freak!

OTIS:

Oh, come now... we're all creatures

of God and freaks in our own way...

(twitches and shakes)

...but if you'll notice...

(points to a blank

spot in the painting)

right here, needs a little something,

heh?

Otis slowly puts down the canvas, turns and picks up a huge

hunting knife.

MARY:

What are you doing?

(squirming)

...no, stop... please, please.

OTIS:

You, my dear worm feeder, are about

to become immortalized.

Otis draws back the knife.

MARY:

(screaming)

Noooooooooooo!

Otis swings the knife forward, directly into the camera.

CLOSE UP - CLOWN FACE

Ravelli's clown head bobs back and forth.

PULL BACK TO:

Ravelli, wearing his clown head, stands by the road side

waving to passing cars.

EXT. SPAULDING'S - DAY

A police car drives past Ravelli and comes to a stop. OFFICER

GEORGE WYDELL, 42, a big, slightly paunchy man with a big

mustache and mirrored sunglasses, steps from his car.

Following close behind, OFFICER STEVE NAISH, 29, tall

athletic.

WYDELL:

(pauses, looks around,

pulls up his belt)

Well, let's go see if the nut that

runs this place can help us.

NAISH:

Right.

They walk to the door.

INT. SPAULDING'S - DAY

The door swings open. Wydell enters slowly, putting on his

best cowboy attitude. Naish follows suit.

Wydell, hands on his belt, struts up to the counter.

No one is around.

A rusted bell sits on the counter, taped to it is a

handwritten note, "ring for service". Wydell rings it once,

waits, no response. Rings it again, waits, no response.

NAISH:

(looking around the

room)

Get a load of all this crap... this

is one sick place.

Wydell begins ringing the bell non-stop.

Spaulding shouts from the backroom.

CAPT. SPAULDING

Whoever's a jerking off on that bell

better be gone when I get out there...

'cause I'm gonna rip your nuts off.

Spaulding enters from behind the curtain, angry. He sees the

troopers and puts on a phony grin.

CAPT. SPAULDING

Officers, officers what can I do for

you today? I ain't fried up the birds

yet... if that's what you're ring a

ding dinging about.

WYDELL:

(pulls a paper from

his pocket)

What I need are some answers.

(unfolds the paper to

reveal a picture of

Denise)

CAPT. SPAULDING

Well, I'll try but I don't know

nothing 'bout nobody. I'm a guy who

likes to mind his own business, if

ya get what I'm saying.

WYDELL:

(holds up picture)

You seen this girl? Say... within

the last 24 hours.

Spaulding reaches out and grabs the picture.

CAPT. SPAULDING

(studies the picture)

Yeah, yeah I seen her. Good looking

kid, but not really my type...

(gesturing with his

hands)

...I like meaty, eh?

NAISH:

(losing patience)

Hey ass clown, how 'bout some answers.

He ain't interested in your love

life.

WYDELL:

Come on, get with the facts.

CAPT. SPAULDING

Hmmmmmmmmm?

WYDELL:

What'd you see, who was she with,

where were they going?

CAPT. SPAULDING

Aw, she was with some nosey, smartass

high-rise kids. They were poking

around... asking stupid questions.

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