House of 1000 Corpses Page #6

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DENISE:

Yeah, I hit burn out mode back at

that old stripper lady's place.

Watching her dance around with those

ratty-looking animals was ridiculous.

MARY:

I know, that was some crazy sh*t. I

never in a million years would have

believed it if I hadn't seen it.

DENISE:

A decent meal every once in a while

wouldn't hurt either, this road food

is crap.

MARY:

If I never eat at another Waffle

House again, I can die a happy girl.

DENISE:

Scattered, smothered and covered.

MARY:

Exactly... well, I guess a couple

more photos won't kill me.

INT. SPAULDING'S - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT

Jerry knees over a box of magazines labeled TRUE CRIME $1.00,

he flips through an issue, tosses it back.

Bill leans against the wall next to him, sipping a hot cup

of coffee.

The girls return from the bathroom. Jerry jumps up with

excitement.

JERRY:

Great, you're back. Let's go. We

already paid for the tickets.

DENISE:

Tickets for what?

JERRY:

This isn't everything. Get ready for

this... there's a Museum of Murder

and Mayhem.

DENISE:

I don't want to see that.

MARY:

How about if we skip it and just

hang out here. I can get some great

shots of this stuff.

Jerry PULLS Denise over and puts his arm around her.

JERRY:

Aw, come on. It will be fun.

DENISE:

Oh yeah, murder museum... sounds

fun.

Bill grabs Mary by the hand and kisses it.

BILL:

(smiling)

We'll need pictures of the inside

too.

MARY:

Alright, alright. I know... I wanted

to be the photographer.

Bill and Mary kiss.

Spaulding waits, unamused. He rolls his eyes.

CAPT. SPAULDING

Anytime this year, people. Alright

line your asses up in front of the

black door. The tour is about to

begin.

Spaulding disappears through a curtain behind the counter.

The kids wait.

The black metal door CREAKS open.

They enter the darkened room.

INT. SPAULDING'S - MUSEUM - NIGHT

Darkness. A blue light comes on. Spaulding is standing on a

MOTORIZED PLATFORM. He begins the tour, speaking through a

small megaphone.

CAPT. SPAULDING

Ladies and gentlemen, you are about

to enter a world of darkness. A world

where life and death are meaningless

and pain is God.

(pointing with a cane)

To your left you see the infamous

Albert Fish.

A lifeless wax figure POPS forward with a loud metal CLANG.

Mary jumps back with fright.

CAPT. SPAULDING

Sadist, masochist, child killer and

most of all importantly cannibal.

Born in 1870, Mr. Fish enjoyed burning

himself with hot pokers, spankings

with nail-studded paddles and

embedding needles in his groin. On

the right, notice the X-ray...

CLOSE UP - X-RAY

CAPT. SPAULDING

...showing clearly 29 sewing needles

inserted in to his groin. Mr. Fish

was executed in 1936 at the age of

65.

Spaulding rolls backwards and continues the tour.

CLOSE UP ON:
a dummy face of a grizzly looking old man in

hunting attire.

CAPT. SPAULDING

To your right. One of our most popular

crazies, the psycho of Plainfield,

Ed Gein.

Behind the figure of Gein hangs an inverted corpse of a slain

woman.

Mary recoils in disgust.

CAPT. SPAULDING

Murderer, cannibal and momma's little

b*tch boy. Mr. Gein found special

pleasure in playing with the dead

bodies of women, especially their

sexual organs. He was quite a handy

little dandy, fashioning lamp shades,

jewelry and human skin suits from

his victims. Mr. Gein was discovered

when the decapitated body of Bernice

Worden was found gutted like a deer,

hanging in his barn.

DISSOLVE TO:

A wax figure of a young man in doctor's scrubs. He is covered

in blood.

CAPT. SPAULDING

And now I would like to introduce a

local hero, S. Quentin Quale, a.k.a.

The Butcher Boy, a.k.a. Nurse Nellie

and most famously a.k.a. Dr. Satan.

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