House on Haunted Hill Page #22

PRITCHETT:

He would have been back by now.

Beat. Eddie and Sara look at each other: nahhhh. And then:

SARA:

Hey:
Dr. Blackburn...?

Nothing in response. Sara grabs Pritchett and they head for

the basement.

INT. BASEMENT - CORRIDOR - SIMULTANEOUS

-- the beautiful blood-caked FEET of Evelyn Stockard-Price

seen walking across the concrete.

Her gore-sopped HAND seen, traveling upwards -- we follow it --

-- as it undoes the lock on the door of the now pitch-dark --

INT. SATURATION CHAMBER ROOM

Beat. And then the inert body of STEVEN PRICE slumps out.

Evelyn walks out of frame. Beat. Then a WHIMPER is heard.

It seems to be coming from the throat of Steven Price.

INT. BASEMENT - CORRIDORS - SIMULTANEOUS

The lights have begun strobing again. Sara, Eddie and

Pritchett move quickly down corridor after corridor --

SARA:

Dr. Blackburn??

-- finally stumbling into:

INT. SATURATION CHAMBER ROOM - CONTINUOUS

-- where the circle of pulsing lights inside the Chamber

itself are as bold and blinding as looking into the sun.

Lighting up the entire room, they can barely make out a thing

-- except:

A FACE -- frozen in a scream that's pressed against the

capsule's window.

EDDIE:

Well, at least Price is still

under wraps.

Sara squints. And then her eyes grow wide --

SARA:

It's Blackburn.

-- the FACE in the window comes into focus:

DR. DONALD W. BLACKBURN

The trio moves to the Chamber amidst the blinding lights,

shield their eyes and throw the door open -- A BODY --

comes tumbling out, the door closing shut behind it.

The three of them are in shock. Blackburn's face is still

pressed against the window. And then Sara re-opens the door.

And they see:
there's nothing attached to Blackburn's head,

it's just propped in the small sill of the window. And the

body on the floor just happens to be missing same.

And then Sara sets her teeth, and pulls out her gun.

INT. BASEMENT - CORRIDORS - JUST AFTER

Sara and Eddie on a mission, Glocks in hand and ready,

stalking like cats through the maze of corridors.

EDDIE:

Price!!

SARA:

He's gotta still be down here.

Pritchett is less enthused.

PRITCHETT:

You know, that crowbar, that window?

Maybe we should just call it a --

SARA/EDDIE

-- Pritchett, shut the f*** up.

PRITCHETT:

Oh, dear.

SARA:

Price!

PRITCHETT:

Oh, dear.

EDDIE:

Pritchett -- !

And then he sees that Pritchett's staring slack-jawed into

the:

INT. MORGUE ROOM

-- the table where the body of Evelyn Stockard-Price once

lay is now empty and blood-soaked.

EDDIE:

Price, what the f*** did you do?

Eddie turns, enraged, to Sara. She's nowhere to be seen.

INT. BASEMENT CORRIDOR - SIMULTANEOUS

Sara is wending her way down a passage, gun now lowered

slightly. For what she's in pursuit of is something that

seems not only non-threatening, but familiar: a soft, high-

pitched VOICE that sounds in pain, crying:

VOICE (O.S.)

Please.....anyone....help me?

SARA:

Melissa...?

VOICE (O.S.)

For the love of God....please...?

SARA:

Melissa, it's Sara -- is that you?

VOICE (O.S.)

Sara...?

SARA:

Keep talking, I'll find you!

VOICE (O.S.)

Something....happened --

SARA:

-- I'm coming --

VOICE (O.S.)

-- something horrible...I don't

understand --

The Voice is somewhere close now -- within just a few feet of

her -- but Sara can see no one.

SARA:

If you can stand, if you can just

raise your arm --

-- and then, from behind a tall pile of stone and mortar

rubble, rises a bloody and absolutely terrified

STEVEN PRICE -- so freaked-out his Voice is just a squeak.

PRICE:

I woke up on the floor....there

was Dr. Blackburn...I don't know

what happened!

Sara's surprise quickly fades -- replaced by cold, stone

anger.

SARA:

I do.

Price rises and starts to slowly approach her, hands in front

of him, stretched in supplication.

PRICE:

Then tell me, please -- help me...!

SARA:

Don't think so. Stay the f*** back.

PRICE:

Please! I need your help.

SARA:

Not even for a million dollars, Mr.

Price.

-- and Sara squeezes the trigger --

PRICE:

-- no!! --

-- the first shot splits a brick right next to his ear --

pieces flying everywhere --

-- the next six are all right on torso-target. .45 caliber

slugs that make a nice round black hole as they hit him --

huge ragged explosions of blood and meat as they exit.

Hideous. Bonnie and Clyde died in their sleep in comparison.

Pritchett and Eddie enter on the run.

EDDIE:

What the hell are you shooting --

-- and then he sees the riddled Price on the ground.

EDDIE:

Oh. Jesus.

PRITCHETT:

Poor Mr. Price --

SARA:

-- f*** Mr. Price! --

He takes the shaking, wild-eyed Sara in his arms. She doesn't

weep, just stands there spasming with shock.

EDDIE:

It's okay, everything's okay now.

SARA:

He's dead...?

Eddie takes one more look at the carnage...

EDDIE:

Don't think it's even an issue.

SARA:

We're safe?

PRITCHETT:

Uhhhh...

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