House on Haunted Hill Page #21

PRITCHETT:

Schechter? Wrong place at the wrong

time... like you.

Eddie stares at the photo.

EDDIE:

I don't see Blackburn's name on here...

CUT TO:

INT. ELECTRO-SHOCK ROOM - SIMULTANEOUS

Dr. Blackburn opens the door to the room and walks grimly

into it, staring at Evelyn's dead body, still strapped to the

table.

BLACKBURN:

The late Mrs. Steven Price.

From his medical-bag, he removes a scalpel.

BLACKBURN:

Tragic, tortured Mrs. Steven Price.

With a blur of quick slashes, he cuts her limbs and torso

free of their moldy restraints.

BLACKBURN:

Lovely Mrs. Steven Price.

Now accessible, he parts the top of her nightgown. Runs a

finger slowwwwly from the tip of her chin down to her bare

breasts.

BLACKBURN:

Creamy, cool...and now very

cooperative Mrs. Steven Price.

His tongue darts from his lips and he begins planting long,

lingering kisses all over her neck --

-- FLASH:
of a hypodermic being pulled from Blackburn's bag --

-- Blackburn kissing everywhere around her breasts --

-- FLASH:
of the air bubbles in the needle being plunged out

of the tip:
squirt! --

-- bubbles of Blackburn's saliva dampening her nipples, his

tongue swabbing concentric circles within her aureole --

-- FLASH:
the needle into the crook of Evelyn's elbow --

-- Blackburn's mouth dancing down to her belly -- he's begun

to hyperventilate with excitement -- and

A HAND comes languidly into frame, begins stroking his lush

dyed locks --

VOICE (O.S.)

I've missed you.

BLACKBURN:

I've missed this.

And Dr. Blackburn tosses the hypo away and hoists himself to

meet the eager, waiting mouth of the now very alive EVELYN

STOCKARD-PRICE -- who starts to vigorously respond to

Blackburn's touch. He reluctantly pulls himself away.

BLACKBURN:

Easy. You've got to keep still for a

bit, the last thing we need is a

coronary.

EVELYN:

You're the Doctor, sweetheart. 'Guess

the atropine worked, then.

BLACKBURN:

Convinced all those that needed

convincing:
you're an official dead

lady.

EVELYN:

And what's Steven's status?

BLACKBURN:

Still alive, but it's just a matter

of time. And then will come your

miraculous resurrection --

EVELYN:

-- "oh, no, Officer, I'm very much

alive -- just a joke to beat my

husband at his own clever game --

What? What do you mean he's dead?

It's all my fault, I may as well

have killed him myself!"

BLACKBURN:

"But you didn't, Ma'am. We have all

these witnesses that saw..." well,

whoever it ends up being that finally

shoots him --

EVELYN:

-- the James Dean wannabe with the hair

trigger --

BLACKBURN:

-- or might turn out to be -- very big

surprise -- that Jenzen girl. The little

b*tch has the right stuff. She nearly

put a bullet in Price right after your

"demise."

EVELYN:

So what stopped her?

BLACKBURN:

It's complicated. But don't worry --

EVELYN:

-- there's already been way too many

complications for a very simple plan.

You ever find out what happened to

Melissa Marr?

BLACKBURN:

Not yet.

EVELYN:

So we don't even know if she's

alive or dead --

BLACKBURN:

-- Price killed her, there's no

other explanation --

EVELYN:

-- there's plenty: for all we know,

Steven's got her spying on us right

now --

BLACKBURN:

-- bullshit --

EVELYN:

-- the whole thing is falling apart!

Blackburn starts stroking her, trying to calm her.

BLACKBURN:

It's not, baby. Just a matter of

minutes now, before somebody

pulls the trigger --

EVELYN:

-- but nobody has yet, Donald. They

just haven't been brought to that

breaking point. They have to believe

proof-positive that their lives

are in danger.

BLACKBURN:

How much more do they need than

your death at his hands?

EVELYN:

But they didn't see it happen, they

still have doubts. What we need is

another body, and Steven's bloody

hands right next to it!

BLACKBURN:

And how the hell are we going

to do that?

EVELYN:

Okay:
this may sound crazy, but --

-- and in one savage blur of motion, Evelyn drives

Blackburn's scalpel right into his chest!

Blackburn just stands there motionless, looking at her

confused. She clears up any gray areas: thrusting deep and

yanking down, gutting him like he's a trout.

INT. MAIN SALON - UPSTAIRS - CONTINUOUS

Eddie trots into the room, carrying the thick base of a

wrought-iron floor lamp. To Sara:

EDDIE:

This is the best we're gonna do.

SARA:

It'll have to do.

They start out of the room. Watson Pritchett remains morosely

sitting in his chair.

SARA:

You coming, or are you waiting

for Blackburn?

PRITCHETT:

Blackburn's dead.

SARA:

Excuse me?

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