Little Nicky
FADE IN:
EXT. SUBURBIA - NIGHT
A beautiful late summer night. Crickets chirping, sprinklers
sprinkling.
We PAN across one particular lawn, up one particular tree,
where we see THE PEEPER (Jon Lovitz) sitting on a limb. He
has a bottle of wine, some sandwiches, a Walkman. Suddenly
the lights turn on.
PEEPER:
(whispering)
Showtime!
We see a young mother walk into the room outside the Peeper's
window. She is wearing business attire.
PEEPER (CONT'D)
Rough day at the office Mrs. Dunleavy?
(takes bite of sandwich)
Well you'll feel better once you slip
off those work clothes and get into some
sweats.
The mother sits on the bed and pulls off her shoes, rubbing
her feet.
PEEPER (CONT'D)
Oh my G-D, yes! I wish you would let me
rub those feet. Of course I wouldn't
use my hands. Heh heh heh heh...
He sips some wine.
The mother starts to unbutton her blouse. She takes it off,
revealing a nice bra.
PEEPER (CONT'D)
Looks like Victoria just told me her
secret.
The peeper frantically writes in a dirty notebook. Mouthing
the words as he goes.
PEEPER (CONT'D)
Thursday the ninth, eight-thirty p.m.,
first brassiere sighting...
(stops writing)
I will pleasure myself to this image for
The mother starts to unbutton her pants. Her young son walks
PEEPER (CONT'D)
Young Scottie Dunleavy. What
unfortunate timing. You mother was just
getting comfy.
The son talks to his mother excitedly.
PEEPER (CONT'D)
Yes, yes, I'm sure you tied many great
knots today or whatever. Now get out.
The son, not going anywhere, sits in a chair.
PEEPER (CONT'D)
Now what. This simply won't do.
The peeper takes out a cell phone and dials. The son
answers.
SCOTTIE:
Hello?
PEEPER:
Hello, Scottie. Why don't you go
downstairs like a good boy and let your
mother freshen up.
SCOTTIE:
Who is this?
PEEPER:
Just a little birdie. A birdie who
wants to see if your mother's panties
match her bra.
MOTHER:
Oh my G-D Scottie. Is there a man up
our tree?
The peeper gets nervous.
PEEPER:
Tell her no. Tell her it's just a big
bird.
The peeper starts flapping his arms and making bird noises.
We SEE Scottie with his sling shot. The mother nods yes. He
shoots it. It hits the peeper square in the head. He falls
to the ground with a thud.
PEEPER (CONT'D)
Mrs. Dunleavy, please come help me. And
wear your bikini.
The peeper looks up. He sees Scottie pushing a television
out the window. It lands on top of the peeper. He's dead.
HARD CUT:
INT. HOLE - DAY
The peeper is zooming down a hole, walls of dirt racing by on
all sides.
The peeper is falling down, down, down. The whole way
screaming like a five-year old girl.
PEEPER'S POV
We see the tunnel turn into more of a slide now and the
peeper races towards the opening which is lit by fire. He
SCREAMS.
We see the GATE/WALL OF FLAMES. We hear screaming. Wham!
We see the peeper come flying through the flames and land in
a heap in a shallow pit of coals.
Dazed, he stands and we see other people shooting through the
fire wall at different levels. (NOTE: All the arrivals
clothes are now burned & shredded).
GATEKEEPER (O.S.)
Welcome!
The peeper looks left to see the GATEKEEPER standing at his
station greeting the new SOULS with mock cheer.
PEEPER:
Am I in hell?
GATEKEEPER:
What do you think?
A GIANT BIRD appears and bites the peeper's crotch area. We
leave the peeper in the pit and tilt up to...
MATTE PAINTING HELL
MUSIC UP:
"RUNNING WITH THE DEVIL" BY VAN HALENThe VAST and insane kingdom of Hell. A road leads toward it
like the yellow brick road only with fire and coals. We see
the black castle in the distance. The camera zooms into the
castle, to one particular window.
INT. NICKY'S ROOM - DAY
Looks like an American teenager's room - models, a dresser,
heavy metal posters (tons of OZZY stuff) everywhere (but no
bed - Devils don't sleep). Nicky is air guitaring to the
song. Over at the stereo, we see the cassette playing titled
The head demon, JIMMY THE DEMON, opens the door, scaring
NICKY who falls backward into the table, breaking it.
NICKY:
(embarrassed)
Hey...
JIMMY THE DEMON:
Your father wants to see you and your
brothers in the throne room.
NICKY:
Okay, but Jimmy, when the house is
rockin', don't forget the knockin'!
INT. BLACK PALACE THRONE ROOM - DAY
ADRIAN and CASSIUS are playing darts. They're aiming for
people's faces that are coming through the wall.
CASSIUS:
I knew it. He's finally retiring.
ADRIAN:
I've been waiting on this day for ten
thousand years.
He throws a dart that hits one of the heads in the forehead.
HUMAN DARTBOARD:
Aaaah!
CASSIUS:
If the old man picks me to take over
Hell, I'll keep the torture going twenty
four seven. No breaks.
ADRIAN:
Well Dad says it's the breaks that make
the torture. You have to let people
feel a sense of relief.
Cassius whips a dart which hits one of the HUMAN DARTBOARDS
in the eye.
HUMAN DARTBOARD:
Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
ADRIAN:
Then again, the beauty of Dad retiring
is what he says doesn't matter anymore.
Cassius pulls out the dart. The eye comes with it.
CASSIUS:
I'll take that.
Cassius throws the eye on the ground and stomps it. THWACK!
It splatters like a grape.
HUMAN DARTBOARD:
Was that really necessary?
Nicky enters sheepishly.
CASSIUS:
Hey, how's Daddy's little girl doing
today?
NICKY:
Good, thanks.
Cassius snaps his fingers in Nicky's face.
CASSIUS:
Hey. Hey. Hey. Wanna mind wrestle?
Cassius' eyes start glowing red.
NICKY:
Actually, I'll take a rain check on0
Nicky is slammed into a nearby desk as if by an invisible
force.
CASSIUS:
Got ya!
NICKY:
(picking up his head)
Yes, you got me...
Nicky's head slams back down again.
CASSIUS:
Got ya, again!
NICKY:
(picking head up)
Got me for sure, yes...
He grabs a lamp off the desk and cracks himself over the
head.
CASSIUS:
Got ya! Now here's the big finish...
Nicky frowns as he finds his own right hand heading for his
own crotch.
NICKY:
Oh no. Please Cassius...
Nicky's hand is being possessed. It gets closer and closer
until it latches on to Nicky's crotch.
NICKY (CONT'D)
Aaaaah.
Cassius concentrates even harder, making Nicky twist his own
hand. Nicky screams even louder. Adrian smiles. They don't
notice that DAD, wearing a sweatsuit (and with very small
devil horns), enters behind them.
DAD:
What are you boys doing?
Cassius releases Nicky's hand.
NICKY:
Nothing, Dad. Just re-arranging the
furniture.
DAD:
Cassius, didn't I tell you to stay out
of your brother's mind?
CASSIUS:
I forgot.
DAD:
Maybe this will help you remember.
Dad's eyes flash red and Cassius punches himself hard in the
nose, sending him back against the wall and down to the
floor.
Dad gives Nicky a wink. Nicky smiles. Dad has an air of
confidence and power.
DAD (CONT'D)
Now everybody sit down.
NICKY:
Hey, Dad, I'm almost finished laying
down my monsters of metal compilation
masterpiece.
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