House of 1000 Corpses Page #26

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GRAMPA:

(off screen)

God damn b*tch, what the f*** are

you waiting for... Charles Nelson

Reilly don't know sh*t...

We pull back further to see Otis pacing wildly back and forth

in front of his TV, watching MATCH GAME. Grampa sits eating

a TV dinner.

OTIS:

(gesturing at the TV

with a knife)

Watch that b*tch, she's thinking

about that Klugman bangin' Brett

Sommers, pick motherfucking Richard

Dawson.

Otis throws the large hunting knife at the wall next to Jerry.

OTIS:

He's the f***ing slick jack Match

Game man, mamma.

GRAMPA:

Where do they find these people?

INT. POLICE CRUISER - LATE AFTERNOON

MR. WILLIS

Christ, four kids couldn't just

disappear.

NAISH:

No they couldn't, somebody had to

see something.

MR. WILLIS

My Denise is a smart girl, she

wouldn't do anything stupid, and her

boyfriend, he always seemed like a

good kid.

WYDELL:

I'm sure there's a logical

explanation.

MR. WILLIS

I pray to God there is.

NAISH:

Turn up this road.

MR. WILLIS

Where we headed?

WYDELL:

I seem to remember another farm set

way back off the road where the car

was found. I'm not sure if anyone

lives there anymore, but it's worth

a look.

EXT. FARMHOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON

Wydell's cruiser turns up the road to the Firefly farmhouse.

It moves past the scarecrows and comes to a halt. The doors

swing open and Wydell, Naish and Willis get out.

WYDELL:

I'm gonna see if anybody's home. You

and Mr. Willis take a look around

the grounds for any sign of anything.

NAISH:

Right...

(to Willis)

...come on.

Naish and Willis head off around the back of the house.

INT. FARMHOUSE - KITCHEN - LATE AFTERNOON

Dirty dishes overflow from the rusty metal sink onto the

surrounding counters. A large cat walks across piles of food

left to rot on a table. Boxes of trash and old newspapers

are stacked to the ceiling.

Music from a crackling radio is heard.

Mother stands stirring a large pot on the stove. A LOUD

knocking interrupts her cooking. She sets down her spoon and

walks to the front door.

Before opening the door she peeks through the curtains of a

small side window. She sees Wydell and runs from the kitchen.

EXT. FARMHOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON

Wydell walks up the front steps.

INT. FARMHOUSE - HALLWAY - LATE AFTERNOON

Mother runs toward a door at the end of the hall. She swings

open the door.

INT. FARMHOUSE - OTIS'S ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON

Mother bursts into the room.

MOTHER:

Otis! Otis! Come quick, there's cops

outside.

OTIS:

What! God damn, how many?

GRAMPA:

(watching TV)

What? How many?

OTIS:

Don't worry about it.

Otis jumps up and goes over to an old dresser and opens a

drawer and pulls out an automatic revolver.

MOTHER:

I don't know. I only saw one.

OTIS:

I'm sure there's more than that...

f***ing pigs always travel in packs...

(handing the gun to

Mother)

...here, take this.

MOTHER:

(takes the gun)

What should I do?

OTIS:

Go down stairs and play nice... I'm

a gonna go 'round back and handle

things like I always f***ing do.

EXT. FARMHOUSE - SAME

Naish and Willis move through the cluttered back yard of

garbage.

NAISH:

Sh*t, don't these packrat hillbillies

throw anything away?

MR. WILLIS

Shhhh... you hear that?

The soft sound of moaning can be heard.

NAISH:

Yeah, I hear it... where's it coming

from?

MR. WILLIS

Over here, inside the smokehouse.

Naish and Willis stand in front of a brick smokehouse. The

thick door is chained shut.

NAISH:

(knocking on door)

Anybody in there?

The moaning gets louder.

MR. WILLIS

We gotta break it open.

NAISH:

I ain't got a warrant.

Willis picks up a broken axe handle and begins prying open

the door.

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