House of 1000 Corpses Page #9

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JERRY:

Really, that's a long time.

BABY:

Yeah, most people just whiz on by

like I was invisible or something...

or else they're creeps who wanna jam

their slimy hands down my pants and

twiddle my naughty-naughty.

JERRY:

Yikes.

BABY:

Yeah, icky. This one guy stops and I

look in and he's got his thing out

waving it around like a drunk monkey.

DENISE:

Well, hitchhiking ain't the safest

way for a girl to travel.

BABY:

Yeah, but it's fun.

MARY:

Sounds like a magical trip through

the heartland.

BILL:

Where ya headed?

BABY:

Aw, I was going home to my Mamma's

house... yeah, I was out doing this

thing.

BILL:

Where's that?

BABY:

Couple more miles up this road.

JERRY:

Hey, you might know...

(shows her the map)

...you know where this tree is at?

It's an old hanging tree from...

The Baby PERKS UP at the mention of the tree.

BABY:

Yeah, I know where that is, it's

right by my house. It's Dr. Satan's

tree. I can show ya.

JERRY:

Really, wow, so it's really a real

thing.

BABY:

Yeah, it's a tree. I used to play

there all the time. But, you can't

find it without me. Outsider can't

find no deadwood.

JERRY:

Deadwood, is that what it's called?

Cool, will you show us?

BABY:

Maybe, maybe, maybe... hey, you know

what word I hate?

JERRY:

What?

BABY:

Cone.

JERRY:

Huh... what cone?

BABY:

Any cone, yeah...

(looking out the window)

I hate that word... sounds ugly, I

don't like crumple either.

JERRY:

I always hate saying the word cheese,

every time you get your picture

taken... smile, say cheese.

BABY:

I know I hate Swiss cheese, the holes

make me nervous.

BILL:

What about the tree?

BABY:

Oh yeah, the tree.

MARY:

This is crazy. She don't know nothing.

Baby turns her attention toward Mary.

BABY:

Oh, I know. I'll show you where it's

at, sweetie. Aren't you just so cute

all bundled up like a cinnamon roll

of Christmas love.

JERRY:

Cool.

BILL:

Which way?

BABY:

Go straight up about another mile...

til we hit Cherrypicker Road and

turn right... it ain't far from there.

INT. MENTAL HOSPITAL

The camera FLOATS through the hallways of the Peabody Mental

Institution. It is HALLOWEEN.

PATIENTS wander the stark halls dressed in hospital gowns

and cheap plastic masks. Some are laughing, some are

screaming.

We move into a private room. Where we see DOCTOR SATAN

completely covered except for his eyes, hovering over a BOUND

AND GAGGED PATIENT.

We move off the doctor to a crayon child's DRAWING of a JACK-

O'-LANTERN. Tortured screams fill the room.

EXT. CHERRYPICKER RD. - WOODS - NIGHT

From a STRANGER'S POV we see the car STRUGGLING down a dirt

road.

INT. CAR - SAME

Everyone rides in silence, music plays on the radio.

The song ends and a NEWS REPORTER comes on.

NEWS REPORTER (V.O.)

This is WJRC News at the top of the

hour... Investigators in Clairemont

County are no closer to identifying

the body of a young woman found

crucified to the doors of St. Mary's

Church yesterday morning.

Baby lights up a cigarette and takes a drag.

MARY:

Excuse me, could you not smoke in

here?

Baby puts out the cigarette on the back of her hand.

NEWS REPORTER (V.O.)

Local police and State Officials

have released this report...

JERRY:

What's that?

BILL:

I don't know. Looks like some kind

of animal.

Bill stops the car.

EXT. CHERRYPICKER RD. - WOODS - NIGHT

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