House of 1000 Corpses Page #27

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MR. WILLIS

Tell it to my daughter.

NAISH:

(grabbing hold to

help)

Sh*t... f*** procedure.

Together they struggle to open the door.

INT. FARMHOUSE - SAME

Mother slowly opens the front door. The revolver is behind

her back, tucked in her apron strings.

MOTHER:

(trying to be sexy)

Well hello, officer.

WYDELL:

(holding up his badge)

Excuse me, I'm sorry for disturbing

you this fine afternoon.

MOTHER:

Aw, you ain't disturbing me, but it

kind of looks like rain, don't ya

think?

WYDELL:

My name is Lt. Wydell, I'd like to

ask you a few questions.

MOTHER:

Questions? Well, heck, I'll tell you

anything you want to know.

WYDELL:

I appreciate your cooperation. I'm

looking for a missing girl...

(holds up picture)

...this girl here, Denise Willis...

have you seen her?

MOTHER:

Well, I... mmmmm... no, I ain't seen

her, sorry.

She begins to close the door. Wydell stops her.

WYDELL:

Please, could I please come in and

talk to you for a minute? Maybe you

could take a better look at the

picture... might stir up something.

MOTHER:

I um... no, I don't think so...

WYDELL:

Please, just a minute.

MOTHER:

Oh, alright... I guess I can trust

you... being a man of the law and

all.

She opens the door.

WYDELL:

Thank you.

MOTHER:

Oh, you are very welcome... Lord

knows how I love a man in uniform.

She closes the door.

EXT. FARMHOUSE - SAME

Naish and Willis bust open the door to the smokehouse. Hanging

upside down inside is Mary. She hangs from ropes strapped to

the ceiling. Large hunks of meat hang around her in the

cramped room.

NAISH:

Jesus Christ.

MR. WILLIS

Call Wydell.

INT. FARMHOUSE - SAME

Wydell and Mother sit opposite eachother at the kitchen table.

Pictures of Denise and her companions are spread on the table.

Wydell takes notes as Mother talks.

WYDELL:

Think... do any of these kids look

familiar in any way?

MOTHER:

No, I can't say that I ever seen 'em

before...

(points to the photo

of Bill)

...he looks familiar, is he on TV?

Suddenly, Naish's voice comes over Wydell's walkie-talkie.

NAISH:

Wydell.

WYDELL:

Excuse me for a second.

Pulls walkie-talkie from his belt to respond.

WYDELL:

Over.

NAISH:

We found one.

Click. Mother points the gun at Wydell's head and fires.

He falls dead to the floor.

EXT. FARMHOUSE - SAME

Naish hears the commotion over his walkie-talkie.

NAISH:

(into walkie-talkie)

Wydell! Over! Wydell! Over!

No response.

NAISH:

F***, go to the car... call for

backup. Tell 'em officer down.

MR. WILLIS

Right.

Willis runs to the car, he gets about halfway there before

he is hit in the back by a bullet. He stumbles and falls to

his knees.

He kneels silent, stunned. We hold on his face and watch as

his life passes before him.

A quick MONTAGE, we see the following images flash by:

A. A father and daughter together in happier times.

B. A child's birthday party.

C. A baby crying.

D. Willis and his deceased wife.

Otis fires another shot.

Willis falls forward into the mud, dead.

Naish sees Willis fall. Before he can react a voice calls

out from behind him.

OTIS:

Hands up, b*tch!

Naish raises his hands.

OTIS:

Turn around, real slow... piggy-pie.

Naish turns around.

OTIS:

Interlock your fingers behind your

head...

(Naish hesitates)

...do it!

Naish obeys.

OTIS:

Kneel.

Naish kneels down.

From a distance we see Otis standing over Naish, execution

style. A white puff of smoke comes from Otis's gun and a

distant popping sound is heard. Naish falls over on his side.

The scene fades to blood red.

EXT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT

The house stands silent in the darkness. Lightning crashes,

a heavy rain falls.

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