House of 1000 Corpses Page #25

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DENISE:

(hoarse and dry)

Please... Tiny, please. Let me go...

help me.

Tiny sits down on a stool next to the bed, he stares down at

Denise like a confused dog.

DENISE:

(crying)

Please, God please.

Tiny begins preparing her food, carefully pouring the cereal

and milk into the bowl. He stirs it with the spoon.

Tiny gently lifts Denise's head and feeds her like a baby.

Denise swallows the food, trying not to choke. After a few

spoonfuls Tiny stands up and walks over to a dark corner of

the room.

He pulls a string and turns on a swinging ceiling light. In

the light we see a rusty cage, inside are three rail-thin

female bodies.

Tiny throws the remainder of the cereal into the cage.

One of the bodies moves to eat the scraps, the others do

not. They are dead.

Tiny turns off the overhead light.

INT. POLICE CAR - LATE AFTERNOON

Wydell and Naish are pulling into a large truck stop parking

lot.

NAISH:

You sure this guy's supposed to ride

with us? Seems kind of weird.

WYDELL:

(scanning the parking

lot)

Chief said pick him up and take him

with us on our house to house. Guy's

an ex-cop, thinks he can help.

NAISH:

Sounds like a bad idea to me, probally

just get in the way.

WYDELL:

Yeah, well I guess it's tough to sit

on the sidelines and wait when your

own kid's missing... besides, ain't

no such thing as an ex-cop.

NAISH:

I guess not.

WYDELL:

That must be him.

EXT. GAS STATION - LATE AFTERNOON

A rundown gas station sits off to the side of the road.

A filthy mechanic works on one of the many junked cars.

Two fat greasy men sit in the hot sun playing cards.

A Chevy Nova sits parked next to the station. Willis leans

against the side of the car, drinking coffee from a styrofoam

cup.

A police cruiser pulls up. Wydell and Naish step from the

car.

WYDELL:

Mr. Willis?

MR. WILLIS

Yes, sir.

WYDELL:

I'm Wydell... this is Naish.

Wydell extends his hand, they shake hands.

NAISH:

Hey.

MR. WILLIS

George Willis...

(to Wydell)

...any leads?

WYDELL:

Well, we were on our way out to run

a check on a couple farmhouses out

on the edge of town... closest thing

we got to a lead at this point.

MR. WILLIS

That's it?

WYDELL:

Well, all we know is the kids were

headed out to a spot the locals call

Deadwood to play Nancy Drew with

some local legend about this character

everybody calls Dr. Satan.

MR. WILLIS

Dr. Satan?

NAISH:

Yeah it's horseshit, just some

boogieman crap that the kids like to

scare each other with.

WYDELL:

Anyway, there's not much else out

that way... so, I figure maybe there's

a chance the kids broke down and

found their way over to one of the

farms.

MR. WILLIS

What about the body you found?

WYDELL:

(slightly surprised)

Oh, yeah, you know about that? Hmmm,

that's a strange one.

NAISH:

Local girl, Karen Murphy, been missing

for a couple months, figured for a

runaway.

MR. WILLIS

Fit the profile?

NAISH:

No, not really. Good kid, never been

in any trouble.

WYDELL:

Her part in this I can't figure...

but I will.

MR. WILLIS

(wipes his brow)

Christ, you know it's crazy...

(gets choked up)

I lived through so many other people's

nightmares, you know. Always cool

and calm, but... but I never thought

I'd be the one needing help, ya know?

NAISH:

Don't worry, we'll find her.

WYDELL:

Let's hit the road, sooner we get a

move on sooner we'll find her.

Willis dumps out the remaining coffee, tosses the cup into

the trash and opens the back door of the police car. He gets

inside. Wydell and Naish climb in. The car drives off.

INT. FARMHOUSE - OTIS'S ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON

THUMP!

CLOSE UP on a bloody, bandaged face. THUMP!

As we pull back to see Jerry, completely bandaged like a

mummy, strapped to a wall. His arms and legs are spread.

THUMP! Knives stick in the wall next to the body.

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