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HOUSE OF 1000
. THE END
 On October 30, 1977, Jerry Goldsmith, Bill Hudley, Mary Knowles, and Denise Willis are on the road in hopes of writing a book on offbeat roadside attractions. When the four meet Captain Spaulding, the owner of a gas station and "The Museum of Monsters & Madmen", they learn the local legend of Dr. Satan. As they take off in search of the tree from which Dr. Satan was hanged, they pick up a young hitchhiker named Baby, who claims to live only a few miles away. Shortly after, the vehicle's tire bursts in what is later seen to be a trap and Baby takes Bill to her family's house. Moments later, Baby's half-brother, Rufus, picks up the stranded passengers and takes them to the family home.
There they meet Baby's family: Mother Firefly, Otis Driftwood, her adopted brother, Grampa Hugo and Baby's deformed giant half-brother, Tiny. While being treated to dinner, Mother Firefly explains that her ex-husband, Earl, had previously tried to burn Tiny alive, along with the Firefly house. After dinner, the family puts on a Halloween show for their guests and Baby offends Mary by flirting with Bill. After Mary threatens Baby, Rufus tells them their car is repaired. As they leave, Otis and Tiny, disguised as scarecrows, attack the couples in the drive way and take them prisoner. The next day, Otis kills Bill and mutilates his body for art. Mary is tied up in a barn, Denise is tied to a bed while dressed up for Halloween, and Jerry is partially scalped for failing to guess Baby's favorite movie star.
When Denise doesn't come home, her father Don calls the police to report her missing. Two deputies, George Wydell and Steve Naish, find the couples' abandoned car in a field with a tortured victim in the trunk. Don, who was once a cop, is called to the scene to help the deputies search. They arrive at the Firefly house and Wydell questions Mother Firefly about the missing teens. Mother Firefly shoots Wydell in the neck and kills him, and Don and Steve are then killed by Otis upon finding other bodies in the barn. Later that night, the three remaining teenagers are dressed as rabbits, and taken out to an abandoned well. Mary attempts to run away, but is stabbed to death by Baby moments later.
Meanwhile, Jerry and Denise are lowered into the well, where a group of undead men pull Jerry away, leaving Denise to find her way through an underground lair. As she wanders through the tunnels, she encounters Dr. Satan and a number of mental patients; Jerry is on Dr. Satan's operating table being vivisected. Dr. Satan tells his mutated assistant, who turns out to be Earl, Mother Firefly's ex-husband, to capture Denise, but Denise outwits him and escapes the chambers by crawling to the surface. She makes her way to the main road, where she encounters Captain Spaulding, who gives her a ride in his car. She passes out from exhaustion in the front seat, and Otis suddenly appears in the backseat with a knife. Denise later wakes up to find herself strapped to Dr. Satan's operating table, with Dr. Satan standing there.
On October 30 , 1977 , Jerry Goldsmith , Bill Hudley , Mary Knowles , and Denise Willis are on the road in hopes of writing a book on offbeat roadside attractions . When the four meet Captain Spaulding , the owner of a gas station and The Museum of Monsters & Madmen , they learn the local legend of Dr. Satan . As they take off in search of the tree from which Dr. Satan was hanged , they pick up a young hitchhiker named Baby , who claims to live only a few miles away . Shortly after , the vehicle s tire bursts in what is later seen to be a trap and Baby takes Bill to her family s house . Moments later , Baby s half-brother , Rufus , picks up the stranded passengers and takes them to the family home . There they meet Baby s family : Mother Firefly , Otis Driftwood , her adopted brother , Grampa Hugo and Baby s deformed giant half-brother , Tiny . While being treated to dinner , Mother Firefly explains that her ex-husband , Earl , had previously tried to burn Tiny alive , along with the Firefly house . After dinner , the family puts on a Halloween show for their guests and Baby offends Mary by flirting with Bill . After Mary threatens Baby , Rufus tells them their car is repaired . As they leave , Otis and Tiny , disguised as scarecrows , attack the couples in the drive way and take them prisoner . The next day , Otis kills Bill and mutilates his body for art . Mary is tied up in a barn , Denise is tied to a bed while dressed up for Halloween , and Jerry is partially scalped for failing to guess Baby s favorite movie star . When Denise does n't come home , her father Don calls the police to report her missing . Two deputies , George Wydell and Steve Naish , find the couples ' abandoned car in a field with a tortured victim in the trunk . Don , who was once a cop , is called to the scene to help the deputies search . They arrive at the Firefly house and Wydell questions Mother Firefly about the missing teens . Mother Firefly shoots Wydell in the neck and kills him , and Don and Steve are then killed by Otis upon finding other bodies in the barn . Later that night , the three remaining teenagers are dressed as rabbits , and taken out to an abandoned well . Mary attempts to run away , but is stabbed to death by Baby moments later . Meanwhile , Jerry and Denise are lowered into the well , where a group of undead men pull Jerry away , leaving Denise to find her way through an underground lair . As she wanders through the tunnels , she encounters Dr. Satan and a number of mental patients ; Jerry is on Dr. Satan s operating table being vivisected . Dr. Satan tells his mutated assistant , who turns out to be Earl , Mother Firefly s ex-husband , to capture Denise , but Denise outwits him and escapes the chambers by crawling to the surface . She makes her way to the main road , where she encounters Captain Spaulding , who gives her a ride in his car . She passes out from exhaustion in the front seat , and Otis suddenly appears in the backseat with a knife . Denise later wakes up to find herself strapped to Dr. Satan s operating table , with Dr. Satan standing there .
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<pre>                                 "HOUSE OF 1000 CORPSES"

                                        Written by

                                       R.W. Zombie

                                     Revised 3-31-00

<b>                
</b>
<b>               FADE IN:
</b>
<b>               INT. OLD HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
</b>
               We see a LITTLE GIRL dancing around in a grainy super 8 home 
               movie. A LITTLE BOY wearing a monster MASK enters the frame. 
               He struggles to lift a double barrel shotgun. He points it 
               at the girl and pretends to SHOOT.

<b>                                     GIRL (V.O.)
</b>                              (whispering slowly)
                         Once I had a cat, he was the sweetest 
                         little guy. Then one day he got sick 
                         and died. My heart was broken. My 
                         whole body hurt.

               She continues dancing. The little boy imitates her.

<b>                                     GIRL (V.O.)
</b>                         After that, I saw things differently, 
                         everything could be summed up with 
                         three simple words... fuck the world.

               The camera swings over to some ugly, toothless relations 
               watching the show. They laugh.

<b>               EXT. SPAULDING'S - NIGHT
</b>
               We open on a dark, lonely stretch of two lane blacktop.

               Off to the side of the road we see a rundown gas station.

<b>                                     RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
</b>                         Hey, welcome back to 93.5 WJRC's 
                         Halloween monster weekend. I'm Jimmy 
                         Ray and I'll be bringing you the 
                         oldies, the goldies and sometimes 
                         the moldies. The good, the bad and 
                         the uglies straight from the WJRC 
                         vaults.

               A weathered wooden sign proclaims CAPTAIN SPAULDING'S WORLD 
               OF MONSTERS AND MADMEN, sits atop the building.

               A smaller sign below reads FRIED CHICKEN AND GASOLINE.

<b>                                     RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
</b>                         Hey, kids still trying to decide on 
                         the right costume? Well why not head 
                         on down to Randall's Penny Save 
                         located on Kimball Rd. just off route 
                         1 in Mackin County. Choose from a 
                         wide array of ghosts and ghouls, 
                         jeepers and creepers...
                              (scary sound effects)
                         ...everything you need for your 
                         Halloween needs.

               SHERIFF HUSTON, a tall southern good old boy, leans against 
               his dusty cruiser smoking a cigarette, pumping gas into his 
               tank.

<b>               INT. CAPT. SPAULDING'S - NIGHT
</b>
               Inside is a poorman's Ripley's Believe It or Not.

               Bizarre props and treasures of killers and monsters cover 
               the dirty walls. Wax figures of JACK THE RIPPER stand guard 
               before oil paintings by JOHN WAYNE GACY.

<b>                                     RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
</b>                         Alright let's get back to our monster 
                         music marathon with this classic 
                         called The Teddy Bear's Picnic.

               Perched on a stool behind the counter sits CAPTAIN SPAULDING, 
               a crusty looking old man in a filthy clown suit and smeared 
               make-up. The word LOVE is tattooed across his right knuckles 
               and HATE is tattooed across the left.

               He is reading the newspaper, crunching on crackers from a 
               paper bag and halfheartedly listening to a small, nerdy man 
               wearing coke bottle glasses named STUCKY.

               Stucky thumbs through a stack of autographed 8x10 photographs.

<b>                                     STUCKY
</b>                              (speaking through 
                              voicebox in his throat)
                         I... I got back a stack today. Some 
                         nice shots.
                              (holds up a picture 
                              of June Wilkinson)
                         See, a good topless June Wilkinson... 
                         unfortunately she personalized it...
                              (looking at the photo)
                         to Stucky, love June.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Hmmmmm.

<b>                                     STUCKY
</b>                         Shit, this ain't worth nothing now 
                         that my name gotten all over it. I 
                         was a fixin' on trading it to Jackie 
                         Cobb.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         The retard over at Molly's fruit 
                         stand.

<b>                                     STUCKY
</b>                         Yeah, he's all hot on her after he 
                         found some of his dad's old nudie 
                         books hidden in the basement. He 
                         keeps 'em taped inside his school 
                         workbook.

               Spaulding brushes cracker crumbs off his paper and continues 
               reading.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Fascinating.

<b>                                     STUCKY
</b>                         That kid is one horny retard.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Christ, ain't they all. All them 
                         retards wanna do is fuck and eat.

<b>                                     STUCKY
</b>                         Well, yeah... I think that if you 
                         knew him... I mean if you'd understand 
                         his urges, shit the guy's like forty 
                         or something.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Worse than a fucking rabid baboon.

<b>                                     STUCKY
</b>                         Yeah, I guess, you know next to 
                         wacking his weasel his other favorite 
                         thing is twisting sharpened pencils 
                         in the corner of his eyes.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         What?

<b>                                     STUCKY
</b>                         Yeah, doesn't hurt himself, just 
                         spins it around next to his eyeball.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         I'm sure that ain't the only place 
                         he's sticking those pencils.

<b>                                     STUCKY
</b>                         Naw, he don't do anything else with 
                         'em, but he did get caught once with 
                         a Planet of the Apes doll hanging 
                         out his asshole.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                              (laughing)
                         Goddamn.

<b>                                     STUCKY
</b>                         Had to take him to the hospital. Kid 
                         had Dr. Zaius stuck half way up his 
                         butt, couldn't get it out.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         I always loved that mute broad that 
                         Chuck Heston was shacking up with.

<b>                                     STUCKY
</b>                         Nova, yeah she looked pretty sweet.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Yeah, now there's the perfect woman.

<b>                                     STUCKY
</b>                         Can I get some stamps off ya?
                              (slapping down his 
                              money)
                         Did you fix the toilet yet?

               Opens a drawer and tears off five stamps.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Yes, I did... so don't you go stuffin' 
                         any goddamn paper towels down that 
                         hole. I just snaked the shit out of 
                         that thing.

               Spaulding SLIDES the KEY attached to a cow skull across the 
               counter. Stucky grabs it. Spaulding hangs on.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Ya hear me? You bust that crapper 
                         and I'll beat your ass.

<b>                                     STUCKY
</b>                         I hear ya.

               He lets go of the key.

<b>               EXT. CAPT. SPAULDING'S - NIGHT
</b>
               From a STRANGER'S POV we watch through the window, Stucky 
               EXIT for the restroom.

               Sheriff Huston finishes pumping his gas, gets in his cruiser 
               and drives off.

<b>                                     KARL (O.S.)
</b>                         All clear. Let's go shopping.

<b>                                     RICH (O.S.)
</b>                         Right.

               From this POV we RACE across the highway towards the front 
               door of the MUSEUM.

               SLAM! We BURST through the door.

<b>               INT. SPAULDING'S - SAME
</b>
               The moment of impact. BOOM. The door SMASHES open.  
               Spaulding's head JERKS up to see: a masked gunman, KARL, 
               wearing a LEATHER S+M MASK.

               Behind him stands a second gunman, RICH, wearing a rubber 
<b>               CAVEMAN MASK.
</b>
<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Mary fucking Moses. Get the fuck out 
                         of here.

<b>                                     KARL
</b>                         Hold it, clowney. Keep your paws 
                         where I can see 'em.

<b>                                     RICH
</b>                         Yeah, don't move or I'll blast a 
                         hole the size of a Kansas City melon 
                         through your ugly-ass Bozo face.

               Spaulding obeys and raises his hands.

<b>                                     KARL
</b>                         Go get that other asshole out of the 
                         shitter and drag his ass back in 
                         here.

<b>                                     RICH
</b>                         Right.

               Rich exits.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Miserable little cunts with guns. I 
                         ought to jump right over this counter 
                         and bash your fucking balls in.

               Killer Karl steps up and puts his gun against Spaulding's 
               face.

<b>                                     KARL
</b>                         Alright Tippy, hand over the cash 
                         box and I might leave your brains 
                         inside your skull.

               Spaulding smiles wide, his teeth are yellow and rotted.

<b>               CLOSE UP
</b>
               Spaulding's foot kicks a red switch, triggering a silent 
               alarm.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         That's what you bitches need. A 
                         reality check courtesy of my boot in 
                         your ass. That'll be a fucking cash 
                         box you can cry to mamma about.

<b>               INT. SPAULDING'S - BACKROOM - NIGHT
</b>
               A silent RED LIGHT FLASHES. In the dim glow, we see RAVELLI, 
               a large hunched figure, sitting on the edge of a bed. The 
               figure is heavily bandaged.

               Ravelli reacts to the flashing light, he RISES and puts a 
               huge mask over his head. He EXITS the room.

<b>               INT. BATHROOM STALL - NIGHT
</b>
               Stucky sits on the toilet pasting stamps on large yellow 
               envelopes.

               Killer Rich KICKS OPEN the stall, GRABS Stucky by the neck 
               and PULLS him out.

<b>                                     RICH
</b>                         Come on, fatboy!

<b>               EXT. CAPT. SPAULDING'S - NIGHT
</b>
               We move around the outside of the building watching the scene 
               inside unfold. HEAVY BREATHING is heard.

               Rich DRAGS Stucky into the main room.

<b>               INT. SPAULDING'S - NIGHT
</b>
               Karl grows increasingly HOSTILE, knocks a candy display over, 
               raises his gun over his head and fires into the ceiling.

<b>                                     KARL
</b>                              (screaming)
                         That's it. I'm gonna count to ten 
                         and you're gonna hand over the cash 
                         or I'm gonna splatter your grease 
                         paint mug across the stateline... 
                         one.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Fuck your mother.

<b>                                     KARL
</b>                         Two.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Fuck your sister.

<b>                                     RICH
</b>                         Come on, man. Just shoot him.

<b>                                     STUCKY
</b>                              (recognizing Rich's 
                              voice)
                         Hey, I know you. We were in high 
                         school together. Wood shop, right? 
                         ...Richard Wick... right?

               He looks nervously at Stucky.

<b>                                     RICH
</b>                         Shut up, shut up, shut up!

<b>                                     KARL
</b>                         Quiet down... three.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Fuck your grandmother.

<b>                                     STUCKY
</b>                         Yeah, I remember Mr. Alacard the 
                         shop teacher use'ta call you Little 
                         Dick Wick. Hey, wasn't there a song 
                         we made up to go with that?

<b>                                     RICH
</b>                              (temper rising)
                         Shut up!

<b>                                     STUCKY
</b>                              (singing)
                         Little Dick Wick, play with his prick 
                         Don't his smell, just make you sick.

<b>               EXT. CAPT. SPAULDING'S - NIGHT
</b>
               From Ravelli's POV we watch through the window, as everybody 
               inside starts SHOUTING at each other.

               Suddenly, Rich SHOOTS Stucky. Stucky FALLS BACKWARDS against 
               the wall, screaming in pain.

               We move QUICKLY towards the entrance.

<b>               INT. CAPT. SPAULDING'S - NIGHT
</b>
               Suddenly... CRASH! Ravelli SMASHES through the front door 
               knocking Karl to the ground. In the light we see that Ravelli 
               is wearing an OVERSIZED CLOWN HEAD. In his hand is a 
               sledgehammer.

               Rich TURNS toward the COMMOTION. The Captain quickly WHIPS 
               OUT a GUN and FIRES. Rich falls dead.

               Ravelli lunges at Karl, smashing him over the head with the 
               hammer. Ravelli's clown head comes loose and falls to the 
               floor. We now see that Ravelli is a bald pitbull of a man 
               with badly scarred skin that is painted white and red.

               Karl hits the floor and begins CONVULSING violently.

               Spaulding STEPS DOWN from behind the counter, puts his foot 
               on Karl's throat and points his pistol at Karl's head.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         And most of all... fuck you!

               BOOM! Spaulding SHOOTS Karl in the head.

               The screen EXPLODES RED, then TURNS BLACK.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING (V.O.)
</b>                         God damn it, that motherfucker got 
                         blood all over my best clown suit.

<b>               CREDITS ROLL
</b>
               Strange paintings of demons, monsters and bizarre creatures 
               fade up and move across the screen.

<b>               EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - NIGHT
</b>
               We see a BILLBOARD painted on the side of an ABANDONED TRUCK. 
               The sign reads GOD IS DEAD.

               We turn to face the road as a car drives by.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Alright then, out of all of Charlie's 
                         chicks who do you think is the 
                         hottest?

<b>               INT. CAR - FRONT SEAT - NIGHT
</b>
               Fast food wrappers and road maps clutter the car's dashboard, 
               a swinging monkey head dangles from the rear-view mirror.

               Behind the wheel, the driver, BILL HUDLEY, 29, downs the 
               last sip of coffee before crumpling the paper cup and placing 
               it among the other trash before him.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         I guess if I had to choose I'd say... 
                         mmmmmm... Sandra Good. She seemed 
                         like a nice girl, I mean in a psycho 
                         kind of way.

               Beside him rides, JERRY GILMORE, 30, slumped down in his 
               seat, reading a magazine with a flashlight, feet hanging out 
               the window.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Really? Huh, I thought for sure you'd 
                         say Lynette Fromme. She's got that 
                         snooty vibe I know you dig.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Sqeaky! No way, she ain't that hot.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         She's pretty cute.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Yeah but, she reminds me of this 
                         chick that I remember from fourth 
                         grade... called a... shit, what did 
                         we call her?
                              (thinks for second)
                         Oh yeah, Patty Pee-pee Pants... when 
                         ever she got called on by Miss 
                         Chumski, this chick would piss in 
                         her pants and start bawling.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                              (laughing)
                         There always one kid with no bodily 
                         controls. We had this dude, Jeff 
                         Baxter, he was a puker. The fucker 
                         would just sit there puke all over 
                         himself.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Better than pissing... anyway so, 
                         what's your choice?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         If we're talking cute... like regular 
                         cute, I'd say Leslie Van Houton, but 
                         cute ain't hot.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Yeah, no shit.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         As far a hot... goes I gotta go 
                         with... Ruth Ann Moorehouse.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Oh yeah, I forgot about her. She was 
                         pretty hot.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Fuck yeah, she is. I'd join a cult 
                         to get some of that... and the best 
                         part is she didn't try to kill the 
                         President or nothing, so that baggage 
                         ain't hanging around.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         I thought she tried to murder a 
                         witness for the prosecution.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I'll let it slide, she was only 
                         seventeen.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Dude, talk about baggage, that ain't 
                         no carry-on shit, that's some heavy 
                         duty Samsonite shit.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Yeah, I guess... hot chicks are always 
                         nuts.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Hot has got nothing to do with it.

<b>               EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - NIGHT
</b>
               A LONE FIGURE in a cheap skull mask and white robe stands 
               hidden behind a billboard off to the side of the road. Bill's 
               car drives past.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                              (yawning)
                         Hold on, I've heard this before... 
                         but I can't remember the end.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         So, the guy goes to Hell and the 
                         devil says, "do you smoke?" The guy 
                         say, "yeah"... the devil say, "great 
                         cause Tuesday is cigar night, sweetest 
                         Cuban cigars you ever had."

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Shit, we really need to find some 
                         gas.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                              (not listening)
                         Then the devil asks, "do you drink?" 
                         Guy says, "yeah"... devil say, 
                         "wonderful, Wednesday is free drinks 
                         night, best booze you ever had... 
                         all made from the finest stuff."

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Yeah.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Then the devil says, "are you gay?" 
                         Guy says, "fuck no"... Devil says, 
                         "Well then, I guess you're gonna 
                         hate Thursdays."

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Oh yeah, I remember now.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Yeah, no shit I just told ya.
                              (looking at magazine)
                         Hey, you think this place called 
                         Alien Ed's UFO Welcoming Center is 
                         still around? It says, "Where the 
                         Fact is separated from the Fantasy."

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         I dunno... we'll ask around as we 
                         get closer. Man, I really don't want 
                         to run out of gas out here in the 
                         middle of Petticoat Junction, man.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                              (sitting up)
                         Don't panic yourself, way too much 
                         caffeine guy... I see a sign.
                              (reading the sign)
                         Captain Spaulding's Museum of Madmen 
                         and Monsters... cool. Also... fried 
                         chicken and... gasoline... next exit.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Perfect.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I hope this place is cool. We could 
                         use something interesting to liven 
                         up chapter 12.

               The car drives past. We turn and hold on the billboard. We 
               see the happy smiling face of a young Captain Spaulding.

<b>               EXT. CAPTAIN SPAULDING'S - NIGHT
</b>
               The car pulls up to one of the gas pumps. Bill and Jerry get 
               out. Inside we see Spaulding, now in army pants and a hunting 
               jacket, mopping the floor.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         I'll pump the gas. Go inside and see 
                         if it's worth thinking about.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                              (salutes)
                         OK, Boss.

               Jerry walks inside and immediately comes back out.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Holy crap. You gotta see this place. 
                         It's awesome.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         How awesome?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Really fucking awesome.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Wake up the chicks and bust out the 
                         camera awesome?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Hell yeah.

               Jerry sticks his head back inside the car.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.

<b>               INT. CAR - BACK SEAT - NIGHT
</b>
               A dark haired girl, DENISE WILLIS, 27, sleeps curled up under 
               a blanket.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Come on, babe. Me and Bill found a 
                         kick ass place.

               She opens her eyes.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Huh?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Grab Mary and come inside.

               Denise shakes a lump of jackets and sweaters lying next to 
               her. She removes a sweater from the top of the pile to REVEAL 
               the face of MARY KNOWLES, 29.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Come on sleeping beauty, time to go 
                         to work.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (half asleep)
                         Sleeping.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Rise and shine.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (groggy)
                         No please, let me sit this one out.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                              (removing the blanket)
                         Let's go. You're the one who wanted 
                         to be a photographer.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         I resign.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Too late. You're in for life, let's 
                         move it out Private Shutterbug.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (opening her eyes)
                         Christ, I hope this isn't more crappy 
                         folk art. It's so quaint... it's so 
                         primal... it's so crap.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Aw, it ain't crap... it's... cute.
                              (sarcastic)
                         ...and really who are we to judge 
                         the artistic merit of the tin-can 
                         Mona Lisa?

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Aw, shit...
                              (exhales deeply)
                         I gotta pee anyway.

<b>               INTERLUDE
</b>
               Grainy super 8 footage shows us an OLD MAN standing in front 
               of a small shack. His name is Lewis Dover. The shack is 
               painted white and covered with SIMPLISTIC RELIGIOUS WRITINGS.

<b>                                     LEWIS
</b>                         I ain't no rich man, but I see the 
                         truth. You do not have to go to Hell. 
                         You are in Hell. This is Hell. All 
                         American Hell.
                              (holds up a gun)
                         ...true heaven in my hands... I'm 
                         gonna blow Satan back through the 
                         door to Hell.

               Surrounding the shack are strange sculptures of various half-
               human/half-animal creations.

<b>               INT. SPAULDING'S - NIGHT
</b>
               Spaulding swabs up the last remains of blood from the floor, 
               he drops the mop into a bucket filled with water and blood.

               Bill pays no attention, he is distracted by a strange object 
               in a glass case over the counter. In the case is a shriveled 
               up looking half human and half fish figure. It is the size 
               of a small child. A banner above reads:

<b>               AQUALINA - THE MERMAID.
</b>
<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         How long have you been running this 
                         place?

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         How long is a piece of string? Too 
                         God damn long, that's how long.

               Spaulding slides the mop and bucket behind the counter.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         No, really.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Shit, I don't remember exactly. I 
                         took over for my Pa just after the 
                         Duke nabbed the Oscar.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         The Duke?

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Yeah, my Pa wasn't right in the head 
                         after that.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         You mean John Wayne?

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Hell, boy there some other Duke you 
                         know about?
                              (rolls up his sleeve 
                              to reveal a John 
                              Wayne tattoo)
                         A great American.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Yeah, I was never that big of a 
                         western fan. I like science fiction.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         I figured that much. Why the fuck 
                         you asking so many jackass questions 
                         for?

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         You see me and my friends are writing 
                         a book on offbeat roadside 
                         attractions. You know all the crazy 
                         shit you see when you drive cross 
                         country.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         I don't drive cross country.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         But if you did.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         I don't.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         But suppose for a second you did.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                              (fake hick accent)
                         Y'all find us country people real 
                         funny like don't ya... well, God 
                         damn pack up the mule and sling me 
                         some grits, I'ze a gotta get me some 
                         schooling.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         No, no I think it's really 
                         interesting.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Well fuck me Side Sally, who want to 
                         read about all that horse shit anyway.

               Jerry OVERHEARS Bill's and Spaulding's conversation and joins 
               in to help.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         You'd be surprised. Would it be OK 
                         if we took some pictures and included 
                         this place in our book?

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Hey, knock yourself silly.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         You got some really rare stuff here...
                              (pointing to Aqualina)
                         ...dig your Feegee mermaid.

<b>               INT. SPAULDING'S - RESTROOM - NIGHT
</b>
               The restroom is gray, dingy, a single exposed light bulb 
               hangs from the ceiling. The peeling walls are plastered with 
               newspaper clippings and faded photos.

               Mary is in the stall, sitting on the toilet, staring straight 
               ahead at a poster of RHONDO HATTON, a B-MOVIE ACTOR that 
               suffered from acromegalia.

               Denise standing at a tiny sink, splashes water on her face. 
               She looks at herself in the mirror.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                              (water running down 
                              her face)
                         I swear I've aged five years since 
                         this trip started.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Tell me about it.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                              (takes a paper towel 
                              and wipes her face)
                         God, I hate falling asleep in the 
                         afternoon. Now I'll be up all night...
                              (stretches)
                         ...ugh, my back is killing me.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Yeah, hey how far do you think we 
                         are from your Dad's?

               Mary flushes the toilet and exits the stall.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         I don't know. Couple hours I think. 
                         I've got to call him.

               Mary washes her hands. Denise ties up her hair.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         It will be nice to have a few days 
                         off to regenerate. This trip is fun, 
                         but it's starting to get brutal.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         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.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         I know, that was some crazy shit. I 
                         never in a million years would have 
                         believed it if I hadn't seen it.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         A decent meal every once in a while 
                         wouldn't hurt either, this road food 
                         is crap.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         If I never eat at another Waffle 
                         House again, I can die a happy girl.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Scattered, smothered and covered.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Exactly... well, I guess a couple 
                         more photos won't kill me.

<b>               INT. SPAULDING'S - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT
</b>
               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.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Great, you're back. Let's go. We 
                         already paid for the tickets.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Tickets for what?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         This isn't everything. Get ready for 
                         this... there's a Museum of Murder 
                         and Mayhem.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         I don't want to see that.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         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.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Aw, come on. It will be fun.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Oh yeah, murder museum... sounds 
                         fun.

               Bill grabs Mary by the hand and kisses it.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                              (smiling)
                         We'll need pictures of the inside 
                         too.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Alright, alright. I know... I wanted 
                         to be the photographer.

               Bill and Mary kiss.

               Spaulding waits, unamused. He rolls his eyes.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         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.

<b>               INT. SPAULDING'S - MUSEUM - NIGHT
</b>
               Darkness. A blue light comes on. Spaulding is standing on a 
               MOTORIZED PLATFORM. He begins the tour, speaking through a 
               small megaphone.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         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.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         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...

<b>               CLOSE UP - X-RAY
</b>
<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         ...showing clearly 29 sewing needles 
                         inserted in to his groin. Mr. Fish 
                         was executed in 1936 at the age of 
<b>                         65.
</b>
               Spaulding rolls backwards and continues the tour.

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

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         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.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Murderer, cannibal and momma's little 
                         bitch 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.

<b>                                                               DISSOLVE TO:
</b>
               A wax figure of a young man in doctor's scrubs. He is covered 
               in blood.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         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.

               Another wax figure, of a bloody corpse, JUMPS up.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Murderer, torturer and most of all 
                         master surgeon. Mr. Quale an intern 
                         at Willows State Mental Hospital, 
                         nicknamed Weeping Willows for its 
                         neverending cries of pain, took great 
                         pleasure in control. Through primitive 
                         brain surgery. Mr. Quale believed he 
                         could create a race of superhumans 
                         from the mentally ill, or so the 
                         story goes. His terrifying experiments 
                         continued until 1952.

               Jerry stares fascinated.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         At which time he was discovered and 
                         turned over to authorities for 
                         observation. Unfortunately, Mr. Quale 
                         was abducted from his cell by members 
                         of the victims' families. Vigilante 
                         justice prevailed and Dr. Satan was 
                         taken out and hanged. The next day 
                         his body was found to be missing. 
                         Some say he survived, rescued by his 
                         loyal slaves, others say they hung 
                         the wrong man... To this day no sign 
                         of Dr. Satan has ever been discovered. 
                         But who knows? Maybe he lives next 
                         door to you.

               KLUNK: A big metal door opens to the outside world.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Please exit through the door.

               The kids exit. SLAM! The door shuts.

<b>               EXT. SPAULDING'S - PHONE BOOTH - NIGHT
</b>
               Denise leans against the glass walls of the phone booth.  
               Various flyers are taped to the inside: free kittens, phone 
               sex ads and a missing poster for a girl named KAREN MURPHY. 
               A light rain begins to fall.

               Denise puts some change in the phone and dials a number.

<b>               EXT. WILLIS HOUSE - NIGHT
</b>
               The camera moves down a quaint quiet little street. We come 
               to rest at a modest two-story house. The house is decorated 
               for Halloween.

               Parents and their children roam from house to house, trick 
               or treating.

               We hear the sound of a phone ringing.

<b>               INT. WILLIS HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT
</b>
               A grey haired man sits at a small table eating a ham sandwich 
               and drinking a beer. This is DONALD WILLIS, Denise's father.

               He stands up and walks to the phone hanging on the wall.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Hello...
                              (brightens up)
                         ...hey Denise... what, what's wrong, 
                         did you break down?

<b>               EXT. SPAULDING'S - PHONE BOOTH - NIGHT
</b>
<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         No, nothing like that... yeah, we're 
                         gonna be a little late. We stopped 
                         for gas at this place called Capt. 
                         Spaulding's outside of Ruggsville 
                         and it turned into a whole thing, so 
                         we're kind of behind schedule.

<b>               INT. WILLIS HOUSE - NIGHT
</b>
<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Oh yeah, yeah I've driven by that 
                         place before. I seem to remember a 
                         crabby old bastard in a crummy clown 
                         suit running the place.

<b>               INT. PHONE BOOTH - NIGHT
</b>
<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Yeah, well he's still here. I think 
                         him and Jerry are fast becoming 
                         buddies, you know Jerry... yeah, 
                         he's gotta see everything... yeah, I 
                         know... thinks there's some unsolved 
                         mystery around every corner.

<b>               INT. WILLIS HOUSE - NIGHT
</b>
<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Well, don't take too long, the kids 
                         are already knocking down the door 
                         demanding their sugar fix... I know, 
                         I know I forgot to mention that 
                         Halloween falls on a school night, 
                         so they're trick or treating 
                         tonight... I got the joint decked 
                         out this year, built a graveyard in 
                         the front yard like when you were a 
                         kid.

<b>               EXT. SPAULDING'S - PHONE BOOTH - NIGHT
</b>
<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Hopefully I can move things along 
                         here and make up the lost time by 
                         speeding all the way home... yes, 
                         Dad I'm kidding.

<b>               INT. WILLIS HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT
</b>
<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Well, just promise me you'll be 
                         careful... alright, alright see ya 
                         soon... good-bye.

<b>               INT. CAR - NIGHT
</b>
               Bill, Jerry and Mary wait for Denise.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I'm gonna go ask him.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Aw, come on Jerry. We've gotten all 
                         we're gonna get out of this place 
                         and its starting to rain.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Shit, it is only sprinkling and it's 
                         worth the trouble. Hold on for two 
                         seconds.

               Jerry goes back inside.

<b>               INT. PHONE BOOTH - NIGHT
</b>
               Jerry knocks on the glass as he passes. Denise waves as he 
               walks by.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Yeah so... OK, expect us more around 
                         eleven or so. OK yeah, I will... 
                         love you, too, bye.

               She hangs up the phone, opens the doors and heads back to 
               the car.

<b>               INT. SPAULDING'S - NIGHT
</b>
<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I know it's hard to understand, but 
                         I really want to see this tree.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         OK, alright I'll draw you a map, but 
                         I still say it is a waste of time.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Great.

<b>               INT. CAR - NIGHT
</b>
               Through the window we see Jerry talking to Spaulding.  
               Spaulding draws a map, explaining as he draws.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Geez, he never gets tired does he.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Never. I swear to God he never sleeps, 
                         he goes to bed after me, wakes up 
                         before me. He's always working on 
<b>                         10.
</b>
<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Maybe he's a cyborg.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                              (wearily, sips his 
                              coffee)
                         I like sleep.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Here he comes.

               Jerry comes bouncing out towards the car and jumps in.

               He is holding a map and a box of chicken.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         We hit the jackpot! Let's roll, good 
                         buddy. We got ourselves a convoy.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Huh?

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Ugh, what's that smell?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Fried chicken.
                              (holds up a drumstick)
                         Anybody want some?

               No one responds.

<b>               EXT. WOODS - DAY
</b>
               An OLD FARMER and his WIFE stare directly into the camera.

<b>                                     OLD MAN
</b>                         I don't know where that skunk ape 
                         sleeps. Maybe in the trees and all... 
                         all I know is he eats squirrels to 
                         survive and he had impure relations 
                         with my wife.

<b>                                     WIFE
</b>                         That's true. He performed lurid acts 
                         upon me and my person while my husband 
                         Russell was a fix'n to our hound 
                         Clarence.

<b>                                     OLD MAN
</b>                         If I see that thing again... I'm a 
                         gonna kill that skunk ape.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                              (off screen)
                         What does it look like?

<b>                                     WIFE
</b>                         It looked just like that chubby fella 
                         from McHale's Navy... Ernie Borgnine.

<b>                                     OLD MAN
</b>                         Hold up the picture.

               The wife holds up a pencil sketch of a Bigfoot like creature 
               and a newspaper photo of Ernest Borgnine.

<b>               EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - NIGHT
</b>
               Bill's car moves past empty farmlands. A HEAVIER RAIN is now 
               falling.

<b>               INT. CAR - NIGHT
</b>
               Jerry directs Bill from Spaulding's hand-drawn map.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Keep straight on this road here.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         How much further?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I'm not exactly sure... it looks 
                         close. Did we pass an abandoned school 
                         bus yet?

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         I don't know.

               Mary and Denise sit bundled up in blankets.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Let's just skip it. It is probably 
                         nothing anyway.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Aw Christ, Jerry. We can't see 
                         anything now, it's too dark. Let's 
                         forget it.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Come on, we need something like this. 
                         It could be the real deal. It's too 
                         far out of the way to come back to.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         What's that?

               Through the windshield we see a LONE FIGURE hitch-hiking by 
               the side of the road. It is a girl, BABY, 27, in a worn cowboy 
               hat and long fur coat. She is soaked to the bone.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         It's a hitchhiker.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Way out here?

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Well, don't even think about playing 
                         the good samaritan, there's way too 
                         many psychos wandering loose these 
                         days.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                              (looking closer)
                         It's a girl.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Hey, maybe she knows where this is?

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                              (sarcastically)
                         That seems likely.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Should we stop?

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         We can't leave her out here in the 
                         rain... maybe we can just drop her 
                         at the next rest area.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         She looks like a freak.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Stick her in the front, if you want 
                         to pick her up so bad. She's soaked.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         She looks like she stinks.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                              (imitating Mary)
                         She looks like she stinks.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                              (makes cat noises)
                         Cat fight, cat fight.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Hardy har, har.

               The car pulls over and Baby jumps in. The car moves off.

<b>               INT. CAR - NIGHT
</b>
               Once inside the car they see that the girl is a bit odd.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Whoa, thanks for stopping. I been 
                         standing out there in that toad 
                         strangling rain for like a hundred 
                         million years.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Really, that's a long time.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         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.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Yikes.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Yeah, icky. This one guy stops and I 
                         look in and he's got his thing out 
                         waving it around like a drunk monkey.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Well, hitchhiking ain't the safest 
                         way for a girl to travel.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Yeah, but it's fun.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Sounds like a magical trip through 
                         the heartland.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Where ya headed?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Aw, I was going home to my Mamma's 
                         house... yeah, I was out doing this 
                         thing.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Where's that?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Couple more miles up this road.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         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.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Yeah, I know where that is, it's 
                         right by my house. It's Dr. Satan's 
                         tree. I can show ya.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Really, wow, so it's really a real 
                         thing.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         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.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Deadwood, is that what it's called? 
                         Cool, will you show us?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Maybe, maybe, maybe... hey, you know 
                         what word I hate?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         What?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Cone.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Huh... what cone?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Any cone, yeah...
                              (looking out the window)
                         I hate that word... sounds ugly, I 
                         don't like crumple either.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I always hate saying the word cheese, 
                         every time you get your picture 
                         taken... smile, say cheese.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         I know I hate Swiss cheese, the holes 
                         make me nervous.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         What about the tree?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Oh yeah, the tree.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         This is crazy. She don't know nothing.

               Baby turns her attention toward Mary.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         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.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Cool.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Which way?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Go straight up about another mile... 
                         til we hit Cherrypicker Road and 
                         turn right... it ain't far from there.

<b>               INT. MENTAL HOSPITAL
</b>
               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 
<b>               AND GAGGED PATIENT.
</b>
               We move off the doctor to a crayon child's DRAWING of a JACK-
               O'-LANTERN. Tortured screams fill the room.

<b>               EXT. CHERRYPICKER RD. - WOODS - NIGHT
</b>
               From a STRANGER'S POV we see the car STRUGGLING down a dirt 
               road.

<b>               INT. CAR - SAME
</b>
               Everyone rides in silence, music plays on the radio.

               The song ends and a NEWS REPORTER comes on.

<b>                                     NEWS REPORTER (V.O.)
</b>                         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.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Excuse me, could you not smoke in 
                         here?

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

<b>                                     NEWS REPORTER (V.O.)
</b>                         Local police and State Officials 
                         have released this report...

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         What's that?

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         I don't know. Looks like some kind 
                         of animal.

               Bill stops the car.

<b>               EXT. CHERRYPICKER RD. - WOODS - NIGHT
</b>
               Sitting dead center in the middle of the road is a HUMONGOUS 
               DOG. The dog stares straight ahead. Long strands of drool 
               hang from its mouth to the ground.

<b>               INT. CAR - NIGHT
</b>
<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Why are we stopping?

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         There's a dog in the road.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Honk at him. Scare him.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                              (honking horn)
                         He won't move.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Go around him.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         There's not enough room.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Then run him over, he'll move.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         No! He's one of God's creatures, he 
                         can't help it if he's dumb... I'm 
                         just crazy about animals.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (to Denise)
                         The animals have got nothing to do 
                         with it.

<b>               EXT. STRANGER'S POV - SAME
</b>
               A gun barrel is raised and we are looking through the sight 
               at the car. Pop! Pop! Pop! The GUN fires THREE SHOTS at the 
               car's rear tire.

               The stranger whistles and the dog moves to the side of the 
               road.

<b>               INT. CAR - NIGHT
</b>
               The SOUND of the heavy rain MASKS the gunshots.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Hey, he moved.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Let's get going before that thing 
                         tries to eat the car or something.

               As the car moves past, Denise stares at the dog sitting calmly 
               to the side of the road. The dog blankly stares back at her.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         That reminds me of a film I saw once 
                         of a guy who got out of his car at 
                         Lion Country Safari to take a picture 
                         of a lion cub and got eaten by the 
                         lions.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Oh yeah, I heard about that. I always 
                         thought it was bullshit.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         No... yeah, they ripped him to pieces 
                         while his family watched from the 
                         car. The wife is screaming, the kids 
                         are crying. Some dude in another car 
                         filmed the whole thing.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         I'd like to see that.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Nice.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         The lions were totally covered in 
                         this guy's blood... I think they ate 
                         his face off, tore open his rib cage, 
                         pulled his legs off... it was a wild 
                         scene.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Things like that get a lot bloodier 
                         than ya think.

               Without warning the car lunges to one side.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         What was that?

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Fuck. I think we blew a tire.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Don't even say it.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         You got to be fucking joking.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         God damn it, I knew this witch-hunt 
                         was fucking bullshit.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         OK, let's relax. I'll check it, maybe 
                         I'm wrong. Don't everybody freak out 
                         just yet.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I'll help ya.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                              (sarcastic)
                         Gee, ya think it wouldn't be too 
                         much trouble.

<b>               EXT. CHERRYPICKER ROAD - WOODS - NIGHT
</b>
               Bill and Jerry stare down at the blown tire sunk in the mud.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         I hope you fixed the spare like I 
                         asked ya.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Yeah, I fixed it. Well, I ain't... 
                         um, I can't remember. I think I took 
                         it out to fit the bags and forgot to 
                         put it back.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Jesus Christ, Jerry.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Well, technically I did what ya said.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         You're a real fucking piece of work.

               Bill stares at Jerry in disbelief.

<b>               INT. CAR - NIGHT
</b>
               Baby is leaning on her chin staring at Mary and Denise. The 
               car radio plays in the background.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Can I help you with something?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         I was just wondering.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Wondering what?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Are you two gals all funny with each 
                         other?

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         What?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         You know... a couple of queers.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Do you believe this fucking girl?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                              (turning her attention 
                              to Mary)
                         I was just wondering, cause you got 
                         a pissy look about you... like a 
                         real pussy licking bitch.

               Denise tries to QUICKLY defuse the situation.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         No. No pussy licking here, but thanks 
                         for your concern.

               Bill and Jerry slide back into the car.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Well, I got some bad news and some 
                         bad news.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         What?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                              (fake Scottish accent)
                         Tire's fucking gone crap on us, man. 
                         There's no saving it now.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         And the spare is safely sitting in 
                         Jerry's garage.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         For fucking sake Jerry, what the 
                         fuck are we gonna do?

               Baby starts laughing.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         What the hell are you laughing about?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         I just pictured the tire sitting in 
                         a chair watching TV.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Oh, wonderful.
                              (muttering to herself)
                         Fucking psycho.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         I guess I'll try to back it out on 
                         the rim... at least to the main road.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         If you keep going straight you can 
                         get back on the interstate... it's 
                         easier.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Just back up.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I think we should go straight. I 
                         mean we know for a fact there ain't 
                         nothing back that way, right?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Oh wait! I love this song!

               Baby reaches over and TURNS UP the VOLUME. She loudly sings 
               along with the song.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Fine. I'll go straight.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         What!

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                              (over the loud music)
                         Fine! I'll go straight!

               The car moves forward. After about fifty yards the car HITS 
               something hard and gets stuck in a deep mud bog.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Fuck! We are fucked!

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Turn that fucking radio off!

               Bill shuts off the radio.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Now what are we gonna do?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         We can walk to my house from here. 
                         My brother's got a tow truck, he can 
                         come get your car.

               A silence falls over the car.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         I think I'm going fucking crazy.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         I can't believe...

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         OK, whatever. Let's go get your 
                         brother's truck. Faster we get the 
                         truck, faster we get out of here.

<b>                                     BABY
</b><b>                         OK.
</b>
<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I'll go. It's my fault.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         You said it, not me.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Forget it. I'll just go.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Screw that, no way, I ain't letting 
                         you go by yourself.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Don't worry, I'll be quick. Just 
                         stay here, no sense everybody getting 
                         drenched.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I agree.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Yeah, it won't take long and besides 
                         you sassy poodle girls will slow us 
                         down.

               Baby jumps up and gets out of the car.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Don't worry, I'll be right back.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Come on.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Don't forget the flashlight, it's 
                         pretty dark out there.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Thanks.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         No problem.

               Bill kisses Mary good-bye and EXITS.

               Mary watches Baby and Bill head off into the WOODS. Baby 
               turns and makes a kissy face at Mary.

<b>               EXT. MISS BUNNY'S HOLLYWOOD REVUE - DAY
</b>
               A hand painted tin sign surrounded by flashing lights which 
               reads MISS BUNNY'S HOLLYWOOD REVUE hangs over the entrance 
               to a small garage.

               Movie star portraits of JEAN HARLOW, W.C. FIELDS and CLARK 
               GABLE adorn the walls of the garage.

               An over the hill ex-glamour girl, MISS BUNNY, 55, comes into 
               frame. She's dressed in a sparkling red gown with feathers 
               in her hair.

<b>                                     MISS BUNNY
</b>                              (bad Marilyn Monroe 
                              imitation)
                         Hi, I'm Miss Bunny and welcome to my 
                         Hollywood Revue...
                              (she giggles)
                         ...where the stars shine forever.

<b>               INT. MISS BUNNY'S HOLLYWOOD REVUE - DAY
</b>
               Tinseltown lives. Tin foil is wrapped around everything, the 
               walls, doors and ceiling. Fake cement handprints of movie 
               greats cover the tiny floor. Badly sculpted statues of MARILYN 
               MONROE, GROUCHO MARX and JOHN WAYNE stand in the corners.

               Dead center is a small puppet show stage.

<b>                                     MISS BUNNY
</b>                         Hi, this is the place where the magic 
                         happens.

<b>               CLOSE UP - SQUIRREL
</b>
               A stuffed squirrel dressed in a gray skirt and jacket, a 
               tilted hat sits atop its head.

<b>                                     MISS BUNNY
</b>                              (holding up squirrel)
                         This is Jenny, she is our resident 
                         Ingrid Bergman.

               Miss Bunny picks up a stuffed white cat wearing a brown 
               trenchcoat.

<b>                                     MISS BUNNY
</b>                         This is Ronald J. Perrywinckle... 
                         our Humphrey Bogart... today we'll 
                         be doing a scene from Casablanca.

               Miss Bunny begins to make the dead animal puppets interact. 
               She provides their voices.

<b>                                     HUMPHREY CAT
</b>                         If that plane leaves the ground and 
                         you're not with him you'll regret 
                         it... maybe not today, maybe not 
                         tomorrow but soon and for the rest 
                         of your life.

<b>                                     INGRID SQUIRREL
</b>                         But what about us?

<b>                                     HUMPHREY CAT
</b>                         We'll always have Paris. We didn't 
                         have, we lost it... until you came 
                         to Casablanca. We got it back last 
                         night.

<b>                                     INGRID SQUIRREL
</b>                         When I said I would never leave you.

<b>                                     HUMPHREY CAT
</b>                         And you never will.

<b>               EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
</b>
               A single flashlight beam cuts through the darkness of the 
               dense woods. Bill stumbles behind Baby, she is clearly in 
               her element.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         How much further?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Almost there... are you in a hurry 
                         or something?

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Well, yeah, kind of.

<b>               INT. CAR - NIGHT
</b>
               Jerry is stretched out across the front seat, reading a book 
               on Freak Shows. Denise and Mary sit in the back, curled up 
               under layers of blankets and clothes.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Fuck, it's freezing.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Hey, listen to this... I think this 
                         is related to our Dr. Satan.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Oh, yeah.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Yeah, in this book there's a chapter 
                         called Self Made Freaks about how 
                         people would mutilate themselves in 
                         order to work in a freak show. It 
                         mostly talks about tattooed people 
                         and wild men of Borneo and shit like 
                         that, but there is one mention of a 
                         single case where a woman was 
                         suspected of having her arms removed 
                         on purpose to become an arm-less 
                         wonder.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Yeah, so how does that fit with the 
                         story of four morons with a flat 
                         tire looking for a dead tree?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         It says, "records show that Ellie 
                         Thompson was born in 1914 of normal 
                         physical stature and lived a life of 
                         normal bearings, until such time 
                         that she was placed in the care of 
                         the Willows State Mental Facility."

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         So.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Now she was put in the nuthouse in 
                         1930 at the age of 16.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Why?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                              (scanning the book)
                         Blah, blah, blah... it doesn't say, 
                         but she was released sometime in 
                         1937, only to reappear as Ellie 
                         Bogdan, the arm-less wonder. Says 
                         she, "criss-crossed the United States 
                         constantly in carnivals and freak 
                         shows until her death in 1946."

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Yeah?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         These dates perfectly correspond 
                         with the time frame of our beloved 
                         Dr. Satan working at the looney bin. 
                         I'll bet he amputated her arms.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         So what?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I don't know, I just thought it was 
                         interesting.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         You know what Jerry, who really cares 
                         at this point?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I don't...
                              (to himself)
                         ...I just thought it was weird.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (bursting in)
                         God damn it, I must be fucking crazy 
                         to let him go off with that crazy 
                         fucking bitch.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Huh?

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         That stupid hillbilly slut.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Oh, don't blow everything out of 
                         proportion.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         You didn't see the look she threw 
                         me. She's up to something.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Yeah, Jerry, she said some pretty 
                         fucked shit to us.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         When?

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         When you were outside with Bill.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         She said we look like pussy lickers 
                         or some shit like that.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Yeah, she said we looked queer.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Aw, get over it, she's just some 
                         dopey redneck, she ain't smart enough 
                         to be up to nothing... I mean 
                         anything... chicks.

<b>               EXT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT
</b>
               An old Gothic FARMHOUSE stands atop a hill at the end of a 
               long sloping dirt road. SCARECROWS with pumpkin heads hang 
               CRUCIFIED on crosses lining the drive. Everything is severely 
               overgrown.

               Bill and Baby enter the gates of the FARM, they walk up the 
               main drive.

               Baby runs forward and begins jumping around in the huge mud 
               puddles, then runs up onto the front porch of the old house.

               The front of the house is covered with strange junk art. 
               Hundreds of dolls faces are nailed to the walls.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         These are all my dolls. I use to 
                         like to chop their heads off.

               Broken bottles and cans are cemented together in weird HUMAN 
               FIGURES, ANIMAL SKINS stretched over bone armatures form a 
               makeshift roof.

               Glowing down from the upper windows are grinning JACK-O'-
<b>               LANTERNS.
</b>
<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         The door's locked. I'll gotta go 
                         around... wait here.

<b>                                     BILL
</b><b>                         OK.
</b>
               Baby RUNS OFF around the side of the house.

               Bill stands looking off into the distance at the desolate 
               farm grounds. The rain continues to hammer down.

               From BILL'S POV we see a silhouette of a LONE FIGURE walking 
               in the distance. The shape of a large dog follows behind 
               him.

               Bill JUMPS, startled by the sound of the heavy front door 
               opening.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Christ, you scared the shit out of 
                         me.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Aw, you ain't seen nothing yet.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Is your brother ready to go?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Oh... yeah, he already left. We'll 
                         wait inside, come on.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         He left!

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Yeah, come on.

               Baby GRABS Bill by the arm and pulls him into the house.  
               The heavy iron door slams shut.

<b>               INT. CAR - SAME
</b>
               Denise and Mary sit facing one another, playing cards.

               Mary deals from a deck.

               Jerry naps in the front seat.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         How long has it been?

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         I don't know... about half an hour.

               A metal KLANG is faintly heard.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         What was that?

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         What? I didn't hear anything.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Wait... quiet. Turn off the radio.

               Mary reaches over the front seat and turns off the radio.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Now... listen.

               They sit in silence.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         I don't hear anything.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                              (whispering)
                         Shhhhhh, quiet.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         I still don't.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Turn on the headlights. See if 
                         anything is out there.

               Mary turns on the headlights. Denise lets out a blood-curdling 
               SCREAM. Jerry bolts up.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         What... what!

               Standing dead center in the road is the GIANT SHAPE of a MAN 
               holding a heavy chain with a huge hook on the end.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Lock the doors... quick, quick.

               Everybody scrambles to lock the doors.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.

               On closer inspection, Jerry notices the chain is attached to 
               the back of a TOW TRUCK.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Hold on, hold on! Everybody calm 
                         down! It's the tow truck guy.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         What!

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Jesus Christ.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         I think I'm gonna have a fucking 
                         heart attack.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                              (Scottish accent)
                         OK lassies, I think it's time you 
                         get to gripping reality.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Enough with the stupid voices.

               The brute man attaches the chain to the car and begins raising 
               it with his truck.

               A SIGN on the side of the truck reads FIREFLY TOWING.

<b>                                                               DISSOLVE TO:
</b>
<b>               CLOSE UP - TV SCREEN
</b>
               We are watching a scene from THE OLD DARK HOUSE. GLORIA 
               STUART, RAYMOND MASSEY and MELVYN DOUGLAS are standing in 
               the rain pounding on a huge wooden door.

<b>                                     GLORIA STUART
</b>                         Knock again louder.

<b>                                     MELVYN DOUGLAS
</b>                         I should of thought that was loud 
                         enough to wake the dead... that's an 
                         idea.

<b>                                     RAYMOND MASSEY
</b>                         What is?

<b>                                     MELVYN DOUGLAS
</b>                         Wouldn't it be dramatic, supposing 
                         the people inside were dead. All 
                         stretched out with the lights quietly 
                         burning about them.

<b>                                     GLORIA STUART
</b>                         I'm sure it would be very amusing.

               We pull back from the TV to see Bill's clothes drying by the 
               fireplace. Bill, now wearing overalls and a flannel shirt, 
               is sitting on an old over stuffed sofa.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         So, you live here alone... I mean 
                         with just your brother?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                              (speaking from the 
                              next room)
                         No. There's a bunch a us 'round 
                         somewhere... I think Mamma's sleepin'. 
                         She sleeps a lot, now... do you want 
                         marshmallows?

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Um, yeah sure, I guess.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         You sure do a lot of guessing.

               Baby sets down the tray, making sure to bend over close to 
               Bill. She hands him his drink and sits down next to him.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Thank you.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         You're welcome.

               Baby moves closer to Bill, he begins to get nervous.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Hey, um...
                              (pointing to the 
                              mounted animal head 
                              over the fireplace)
                         ...what kind of animal is that?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         A dead one.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                              (sipping his drink)
                         Mmmmm, this is tasty.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                              (scoops out some 
                              marshmallow with her 
                              finger)
                         Ain't the only thing tasty in this 
                         house.
                              (licks it off)

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         I wonder what time it is. Seems kind 
                         of late.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Don't worry, sugar. It ain't past my 
                         bedtime... are you flirting with me?

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         What? No, I'm was worried that... I 
                         was just wondering what's taking so 
                         long.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Oh. Maybe R.J. got into a crash and 
                         killed everbody?

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         That's not something to joke about.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                              (rolls her eyes)
                         OK, sorry... maybe the Great Pumpkin 
                         ate 'em up.

               Finally, the SOUND OF A TRUCK pulling up can be HEARD.

               Bill jumps up and goes to the window.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Hey, great they're back.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                              (sarcastically)
                         Whoopie fucking doo.

<b>               TV SCREEN - SAME
</b>
               On the B+W screen we see DR. WOLFENSTEIN, a local horror 
               movie host. He looks like a cross between the WOLFMAN and 
               LON CHANEY in LONDON AFTER MIDNIGHT.

<b>                                     DR. WOLFENSTEIN
</b>                              (sounds like Wolfman 
                              Jack)
                         Aaaahooooh, the Doctor is in! Don't 
                         move, don't scream. Stay tuned for 
                         more creature craziness from channel 
                         68's Halloween eve movie marathon. 
                         I'm your host... your ghost host 
                         with the most, baby... Dr. Wolfenstein 
                         and will be with you until the end. 
                         Aaaaaaahooooooh!

<b>               EXT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT
</b>
               Bill stands on the front porch watching as the truck roughly 
               jerks the car to a stop.

               Jerry jumps out, opens the back door and helps Denise.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                              (looking at Bill)
                         Hey, nice outfit Billy Bob.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Thanks for coming to get us. Little 
                         brother almost scared us to death.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                              (quietly to Bill as 
                              he passes)
                         Dude, your chick's a little high 
                         strung.

               Mary is the last one out of the car. She says nothing as she 
               walks to join the others on the porch.

               Her look says it all as she walks by Bill and into the house.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Mary, I'm sorry but he left without 
                         me. Mary... come on, you don't think 
                         I'd leave you stranded out there.

<b>               INT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT
</b>
               Everyone stands around at the fireplace, trying to dry off.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Look. I gotta call my Dad and tell 
                         him we're gonna be late. Can I use 
                         your phone?

               Baby sits silently watching TV.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Excuse me, may I please use your 
                         phone?

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (sarcastically)
                         Bill, why don't you ask her... she's 
                         your special friend.

               A VOICE from upstairs answers.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Ain't got one.

               MOTHER comes into view from the darkness above. She is in 
               her fifties, but looks younger. A sleazy white trash queen. 
               She slowly descends the stairs.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Huh? Oh, hi. You really don't have a 
                         phone?

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         No, none. I had one once, back in 
                         '57 maybe... I don't know. Really 
                         ain't nobody we wanna be jaw flapping 
                         at around here no more.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Hey, maybe the guy with the tow truck 
                         could drive us to a phone.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         His name is Rufus, Rufus Jr., but we 
                         all call him R.J.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Oh, right.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         What do they call you, sweety?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Um, I'm Jerry... that's Bill... Denise 
                         and Mary.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Yeah, maybe R.J. could just tow us 
                         and our car to the nearest garage.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         I mean obviously we will compensate 
                         you for your troubles.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Oh, you ain't no troubles, no, no, 
                         no fuss.
                              (claps her hands)
                         Baby... go see what Rufus Jr. is 
                         doing with these nice folks' 
                         automobile.

               Baby slowly rises like a defiant child and walks out of the 
               room.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         In the meanwhile please make 
                         yourselves at home.

<b>                                                               DISSOLVE TO:
</b>
<b>               MONTAGE
</b>
               Gruesome crime scene photos flash across the screen.

<b>                                     CHILDREN
</b>                              (singing, off screen)
                         98 bodies in your bed, Some are green, 
                         some are red. Eat the flesh and pick 
                         the bones, Drink the blood when you 
                         get home. 99 bodies in the ground, 
                         Some are blue, some are brown. Gather 
                         'round the people said, Where do you 
                         go when you are dead?

<b>               INT. FARMHOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
</b>
               Mother, Jerry, Denise and Mary are all seated on the sofa. 
               Bill sits in an easy chair.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         So, what brings you kids way out 
                         here, ain't you got something better 
                         to do for Halloween than wander around 
                         out here in the sticks?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Well, I thought I'd maybe take in a 
                         hoedown.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                              (flirting)
                         Oh, really...
                              (puts her hand on 
                              Jerry's knee and 
                              winks)
                         ...well, I'm a pretty good dancer if 
                         you know what I mean... I bet I got 
                         a few moves you ain't never seen.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I don't doubt that.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         No, he's just joking. We don't really 
                         have any plans other than spending 
                         the night at my Dad's house...
                              (glances at Jerry)
                         ...which is where we were headed 
                         when our car broke down.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         That's nice.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Yeah, I guess I'll just help him 
                         hand out candy to the trick or 
                         treaters.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         And I'm gonna help put the razor 
                         blades in the candy apples.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         I'll bet you are... you are a naughty 
                         little thing aren't ya.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I was just kidding.

               Bill and Mary snicker at Jerry's comments. Denise tries to 
               keep a straight face.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Oh, I get it... I guess you think 
                         you're too good for the simple 
                         pleasures of Halloween.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         No, just a little too old.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Oh really, well I hope something 
                         changes your mind some day.

               Baby returns from the garage.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Tiny's home.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         What about R.J.?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Oh, he was already gone before I 
                         seen him... but Tiny saw him and 
                         said he said he was going out to the 
                         yard to get a new wheel.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         The yard, what's that?

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         It's an old auto junkyard out in 
                         Baldwin.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         How long is that gonna take?

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         He should be back in a couple hours.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         A couple hours!

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Can't Tiny drive us to a phone?

               Mother and Baby laugh.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                              (laughing)
                         Tiny ain't got no car, he ain't even 
                         got a bicycle.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         How's he get around out here?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         He walks, duh.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Fucking great.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         I know you're my guests and welcome 
                         but I'd please advise you to keep 
                         from cussing while in my house, thank 
                         you.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Sorry.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Well, even though I know it seems 
                         childish to you all. Tonight is 
                         Halloween eve and it special to us 
                         so you are all invited to stay for 
                         dinner.

               Under the circumstances they realize they have no choice. 
               They grin and bear it.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Thank you.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                              (imitates Elvis)
                         Yes, thank you. Thank you very much.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                              (Mother touches Jerry's 
                              shoulder suggestively)
                         You're a strange one, aren't ya honey. 
                         I think you and me are get on like...
                              (she thinks for a 
                              second)
                         ...like something real good.

               Camera moves over to the TV. THE END fades up on screen.  
               Dr. Wolfenstein appears over the credits.

<b>                                     DR. WOLFENSTEIN
</b>                         There well, who knew there was love 
                         to be found in The Old Dark House. 
                         Coming up next, do not move a muscle, 
                         an artery or a vein as we venture 
                         into another creepy classic... are 
                         you ready for THE WOLFMAN, baby?

<b>               INT. HOUSE - DINING ROOM
</b>
               Bill, Jerry, Mary and Denise are now all seated around a 
               large dining room table. A thick mountain of candles sits 
               burning dead center on the table, giving off a warm glow. 
               Dozens of Halloween decorations dangle from strings over the 
               table, spiders, bats and black cats.

               There is a hand-made PAPER MACHE MASK sitting on each plate.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (holding up the witch 
                              mask)
                         I hope to Christ she doesn't expect 
                         us to wear these things.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Whatever it is just do it. The more 
                         we play along the faster we'll get 
                         the hell out of here.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Really, now is not the time to make 
                         waves.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Hey, I'm just waiting for Cousin Itt 
                         to show up.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Shhhhhh.

               Mother walks in holding a covered serving tray.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         You sure you don't need any help in 
                         there?

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         No dear, I'm fine. Now what kind of 
                         host would I be if I put my guests 
                         to this kind of work.

               She sets the tray and goes back in the kitchen.

               BOOM! The sound of the front door SLAMMING shut is heard, 
               followed by the POUNDING of heavy footsteps.

               Mother's and Baby's shouting is heard.

<b>                                     BABY (O.S.)
</b>                         Ma, Tiny's in.

<b>                                     MOTHER (O.S.)
</b>                         Go tell him to get your Grandpa.

<b>               INT. HOUSE - BABY'S ROOM
</b>
               Baby is standing in front of her closet staring at her 
               clothes. The walls of her room are covered with B+W photos 
               of movie stars.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                              (whining)
                         Ma, I can't, I'm busy getting dressed.

<b>               INT. HOUSE - DINING ROOM
</b>
               TINY ENTERS and removes his coat.

               Everyone is speechless.

               Tiny is over SEVEN FEET TALL and weighs THREE HUNDRED POUNDS. 
               He is wearing a black sweater with a big red skull stitched 
               into it. A red knit ski mask covers his face. Black gloves 
               cover his hands.

               Tiny sits at the table, looks down at his plate and says 
               nothing.

               Mother comes to fetch Tiny. She relays a message to him with 
               strange hand gestures.

               Tiny gets up and leaves the room.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         You'll have to forgive Tiny, he can't 
                         hear so much.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Oh.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Yeah, my poor baby. It's his Daddy's 
                         fault. I mean Earl was a good man... 
                         I mean he never hit me or nothing, 
                         but one day he just got up and went 
                         pure devil on us all.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         What happened? Oh, I'm sorry, it's 
                         none of my business.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         He tried to burn the house down, 
                         said it was possessed by the spirits. 
                         Tiny was sleeping in the basement 
                         where the fire started. I don't think 
                         Earl ever meant to harm us... but 
                         Tiny was badly burnt, his ears were 
                         destroyed and most of his skin.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Is that why he wears the mask?

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Yeah, my baby boy gets shy around 
                         new people, but he'll warm up to 
                         ya... especially the ladies.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Great. I thought I felt a certain 
                         attraction between Mary and Tiny 
                         soon as he walked in.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Maybe. He's a real lady killer.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Didn't ya think, Mary?

               Mary just smiles, then gives Jerry a dirty look.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Well, we'll see... the night is young 
                         and so are you... oh well, couple 
                         more minutes.

               Mother returns to the kitchen.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                              (elbows Jerry)
                         Don't be such a fucking smart ass.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Yeah, it's really your fault that 
                         we're stuck in this shithole in the 
                         first place.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Oh, don't worry she didn't get 
                         offended by what I said. You two got 
                         to lighten up... right, Bill?

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Whatever, at this point all I care 
                         about is food. I'm starving and I 
                         got a fucking killer headache.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Hey, I asked you if you wanted some 
                         chicken.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Didn't look like chicken to me, more 
                         like fried pussy cat.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                              (shrugs)
                         Tasted pretty good.

<b>               INT. FARMHOUSE - GRAMPA'S ROOM - NIGHT
</b>
               In a cramped, darkened room we see the huge shape of Tiny 
               hovering over a BED containing the hunched, fragile old body 
               of GRAMPA.

               Grampa struggles to sit, then slowly slides his legs over 
               the edge of the bed. Tiny helps him to stand.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         God damn it, I can do it. I can do 
                         it myself, ya big monkey. I ain't 
                         dead yet... so don't you and your 
                         sister start counting out my money 
                         yet.

               Grampa steadies himself against Tiny. They slowly walk out 
               of the room.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         God damn, my dogs are barking.

               As they move into the light of the hallway, it is clear that 
               Grampa is in his late 80's.

               Grampa quickly grows tired. Tiny picks him up in his arms 
               and carries him down the stairs to the dining room.

               As they move past, the camera comes to rest on a STRANGE 
               OBJECT sitting on a shelf.

               A LARGE GLASS JAR containing a DEFORMED BABY. The pickled 
               punk looks to have a small second head growing from its 
               temple. The label on the jar reads STUFFY 1973.

               The sound from the TV fades up in the background.

               BELA LUGOSI'S VOICE can be heard.

<b>                                     BELA LUGOSI (V.O.)
</b>                         Your hands, please. Your left hand 
                         shows your past...

<b>                                                               DISSOLVE TO:
</b>
<b>               TV SCREEN
</b>
               Bela is seen as a fortune teller holding a woman's hands. 
               This is a scene from The Wolfman.

<b>                                     BELA LUGOSI
</b>                         ...and your right hand shows your 
                         future.

<b>               CLOSE UP
</b>
               We see a tight shot of the woman's palm. A pentagram appears.

<b>               INT. DENISE'S FATHER'S HOUSE - NIGHT
</b>
               We PULL BACK from the TV to find Donald Willis sitting in a 
               old easy chair. The room is modest, but comfortable.

               He reaches over and picks up a small alarm clock, notices 
               the time, concerned look comes over his face.

               The phone rings. He quickly answers it.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Hello, Denise?

               Disappointment. He mutes the TV.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Oh, yeah... no, Fred. I was hoping 
                         you were Denise, she's a little late.
                              (pausing)
                         Yeah, yeah I'm sure the rain just 
                         slowed 'em down... yeah... uh-huh, 
                         yeah... no, no you can keep it 'til 
                         Tuesday... alright, talk to ya 
                         tomorrow, bye.

               Unmutes the sound on the TV.

<b>               INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT
</b>
               The feast is on. Mother, Tiny, Grampa, Jerry, Bill, Mary and 
               Denise are gathered around the table.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         OK, everyone, put on your masks. We 
                         can't very well eat with our everyday 
                         faces exposed.

               Mother puts on her mask, Tiny and Grampa follow. Jerry, Bill 
               and Denise slowly raise up their masks, Mary hesitates.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                              (to Mary)
                         Christ kid, put it on. She ain't 
                         letting any of us touch the grub 
                         'til you're wearing the damn thing.

               Mary rolls her eyes and complies.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I've been meaning to ask you, Mrs... 
                         Ummmm.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                              (hesitates)
                         Firefly.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Firefly... mmmmm odd name. Mrs. 
                         Firefly, do you know anything about 
                         the legend of Dr. Satan?

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Here we go.

               Grampa shifts his eyes onto Mother.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                              (nervously)
                         Well, I'm not much for local gossip 
                         an this and that, but I've heard it 
                         mentioned in passing over the years 
                         but... I mean folks is queer and 
                         they say things, crazy things you 
                         know what I mean?

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         It's all talk, yakty yak, like a 
                         bunch of hungry chipmunks... Christ, 
                         Dr. Satan. That takes the bull's 
                         nuts alright...
                              (starts laughing)
                         ...hey, I hear some genius up north 
                         got a hot line on the Easter Bunny 
                         for ya.

               A voice from the shadows interrupts.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                              (slowly)
                         I know all about what you want to 
                         know about.

               A PALE FIGURE creeps forward like NOSFERATU from a dark corner 
               of the room. This is OTIS.

               He stands six foot, but is deathly slim. His skin is 
               translucent, glowing in the dark. Long thin white hair covers 
               his head. His eyes are grey. He is an ALBINO.

               He is holding a GLASS JAR containing a SMALL FETUS. On closer 
               inspection we see there are two small bodies joined to one 
               head. The label reads WOLF.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                              (happy surprise)
                         Otis! I can't believe you decided to 
                         come down and join us... and you 
                         brought little Wolf. This really is 
                         a special night... all my babies 
                         together.

               Otis sets the disturbing jar of Wolf on the table. He leans 
               forward onto the jar, resting his chin.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Now, I don't know where you heard 
                         all your little fairy fables about 
                         Dr. Satan but...

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         From a Captain Spaulding down at 
                         some museum.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                              (laughing)
                         That old bitch hog don't know shit. 
                         He tells cute little tattle-tales to 
                         sell his junk, but he don't sell no 
                         Yankee boys no truth.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         But something happened, right? I 
                         mean the story is based on a real 
                         incident, right?

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                              (mouth full of food)
                         What are you, Jimmy Olsen cub reporter 
                         for the Daily Asshole?

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Grampa... watch the language.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         I ain't sure that you really need to 
                         know. It's better you go home still 
                         dreaming about your kitty cats and 
                         puppy dogs.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I really want to know.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         Hey, the kid wants to know. Enlighten 
                         him.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Boy, I bet you'd stick your head in 
                         the fire if I told ya you'd see 
                         Hell... meanwhile you too stupid to 
                         realize you got a demon sticking out 
                         your ass singing, "Holy Miss Moly, I 
                         got a live one."

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Can we please change the subject?

               The CLOCK on the wall strikes TEN.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                              (shouting)
                         Dinner's over.
                              (pushes his plate 
                              back and stands up)
                         Ladies and Germs... it's showtime.

               Grampa hobbles out of the room.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         What's he so excited about?

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Yeah, showtime for what?

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         For the show. It's Halloween eve and 
                         time for our show.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Oh, you mean on TV.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         No, no, no it's so much more special 
                         than that... you'll see, you'll be 
                         the first to ever see. I think this 
                         is something you'll really love.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Great.

<b>               EXT. FARMHOUSE - BARN - NIGHT
</b>
               Billy, Jerry, Mary and Denise stand waiting in front of an 
               old barn. Tiny unlocks the huge doors of the barn and swings 
               them open.

               Standing inside waiting is Mother. She is all dressed up for 
               the occasion.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Please, come in... how many in your 
                         party...
                              (she counts the heads)
                         ...one, two, three and four... right 
                         this way.

               Mother hands each of them a folded piece of paper, which 
               serves as a program book. Hand drawn on each is an orange 
               pumpkin.

<b>               INT. FARMHOUSE - BARN - NIGHT
</b>
               We follow Mother inside.

               Thousands of red Christmas lights hang down, strung through 
               the rotting wood rafters. Crates, barrels and an odd 
               assortment of chairs face a large quilted curtain. Filling 
               these seats are LIFELESS DUMMIES.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Please be seated.

               Mother motions toward four empty seats in the front row.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                              (whispering)
                         This is way too fucked up for words.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (loud whisper)
                         I know the words... fucking psycho 
                         fucking bullshit, that's the words.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Just grin and bear it.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         That food...
                              (holding stomach)
                         ugh, I feel like I'm gonna puke.

               Jerry, Bill, Mary and Denise take their seats.

               Mary flips open the program. Inside, written in crayon, are 
               the words: HALLOWEEN EXTRAVAGANZA -- starring the Comedy 
               Legend GRAMPA and the World Famous BABY.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (to Bill)
                         Check this out.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Well, ya can't complain I never take 
                         you anyplace.

               The sound of a warped crackling record fills the room. Lounge 
               music.

               A small spotlight hits the quilted curtain covering the stage. 
               Mother Firefly stands behind the controls.

               She is smiling proudly.

               The curtain clumsily parts TO REVEAL:

               A stage set pieced together from amusement park wreckage.

               A giant painted plywood devil looms over the stage, surrounded 
               by dancing skeletons and demon girls.

               A microphone stands center stage.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                              (quietly)
                         I can't believe what I'm seeing.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I know, this is fucking nuts.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         This is starting to make me real 
                         uncomfortable.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Just sit back and enjoy the show.

               The sound of CANNED APPLAUSE fills the room. Bill begins to 
               applaud, Jerry and Denise join in. Mary does not.

<b>                                     GRAMPA (V.O.)
</b>                         Ladies and gentlemen, straight from 
                         his smash six week sold out run at 
                         Tiki-Ti Club... the Stardust lounge 
                         is proud to present Mr. Sexy 
                         himself... Grampa Hugo.

               Grampa walks out to center stage, mic in hand and begins to 
               speak.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         Hey, let me tell ya a story... so 
                         I'm hanging out with my buddy Hal 
                         Jackowictz and I'm like, hey Hal 
                         let's go get some booze and chase 
                         the chickens... fucking Hal says no, 
                         no the old battle axe at home will 
                         break my balls... I gotta get my ass 
                         home.

               The kids stare in shock at Grampa. Jerry begins to laugh.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         So, I tell 'im... Hal, here's the 
                         secret. Go home tonight, crawl into 
                         bed, get under the covers and eat 
                         your wife's pussy... I mean jam your 
                         face right in the bush.

               Jerry starts to giggle.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                              (quietly)
                         What are you laughing at?

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I don't know, I think he's funny.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         This isn't funny, it's twisted.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         So, Hal goes home, jumps in, starts 
                         chomping and licking away at her 
                         pussy, she's screaming and howling... 
                         totally passes out from the 
                         experience.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Dear God, let this end.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         Now, Hal... He's feeling pretty good, 
                         so he goes into the bathroom for a 
                         quick shave...
                              (pauses)
                         ...suddenly he lets out a horrible 
                         scream. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

               The recorded crowd chuckles.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         Sitting there on the toilet is Hal's 
                         wife Gloria... and she says, "Quiet 
                         down, you'll wake Grandma!"

               The recorded crowd screams with laughter, as does Jerry.  
               Bill, Denise and Mary look at him like he's crazy.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         Thank you, you're too kind, too 
                         kind... stay in your seats, coming 
                         up next we got something special for 
                         you men out there.

               The curtains close and the stage goes dark.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Shit, I'm all for being a sport, but 
                         this is ridiculous.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                              (looking at his watch)
                         Man, it's already ten thirty.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         I'm with Denise, can't we just walk 
                         to someplace, this is getting fucking 
                         stupid.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Negative. Shit, we are so deep in 
                         the sticks we could walk for hours 
                         and find zero.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Yeah, I'd say at this point all we 
                         can do is just wait it out. There's 
                         nothing else.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         I suppose. I mean they're obviously 
                         all bonkers, but I guess they're 
                         harmless.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         I fucking hope so.

               The stage lights come up. The recorded applause and music 
               begin.

               Baby enters the stage. She is dressed in a home-made showgirl 
               outfit. She begins to dance clumsily to the music. She appears 
               to be somewhat intoxicated.

               The vocals come on and Baby begins to lipsync to the song.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         You gotta be kidding me. This chick 
                         is wasted.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Shhhhhh.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         How much is a person supposed to 
                         stand?

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                              (motioning for Mary 
                              to keep her voice 
                              down)
                         Quiet.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (sarcastically)
                         Oh, I'm sorry, bothering you? Was I 
                         disturbing your viewing pleasure?

               Baby makes her way down from stage on to floor level. She 
               gyrates and seductively TEASES one of the dummy audience 
               members.

               Baby moves over to Jerry. Stroking her hand down his face. 
               Denise tries to look amused. Jerry smiles uncomfortably.

               Baby strolls past Denise and stops in front of Mary.

               Baby pauses and pinches Mary's cheek and winks. Mary is 
<b>               FURIOUS.
</b>
               Baby moves over to Bill. Mary watches like a mother hawk.

               Baby sings and dances with all of her attention focused on 
               Bill.

               Baby puts her arms around Bill's neck and sits on his lap. 
               Mary BOLTS FORWARD and SHOVES Baby off of Bill.

               Baby crashes onto the floor.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Take that, you fucking slut!
                              (Mary spits at Baby)
                         Fucking redneck whore!

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         You shouldn't a done that.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Why? You gonna do something about 
                         it?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                              (standing up)
                         Yeah, I'll do something.

               Baby takes out a straight razor from behind her back.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         I'll cut your fucking tits off and 
                         shove 'em down your throat.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Baby! Stop!

               Mrs. Firefly runs down from her position behind the spotlight 
               and intercedes.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Come on, ma... this bitch's got it 
                         coming.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         No, I told you...

               SCREECH! The garage door slides open. Rufus has returned.

<b>                                     RUFUS JR.
</b>                              (interrupting)
                         Car's done.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Thank God.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         I suggest you kids leave now.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Don't worry, I'm gone.

<b>               EXT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT
</b>
               Bill, Jerry, Denise and Mary climb back into their car.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         Don't look back, just get in the 
                         car.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Lock the fucking doors.

<b>               INT. CAR - NIGHT
</b>
               Bill begins to pull the car down the long dirt driveway 
               towards the road. The heavy rain makes visibility difficult.

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                              (straining to see 
                              through the darkness)
                         Almost there.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Jesus, you think she was really gonna 
                         cut you?

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (leaning her forehead 
                              on the window)
                         Of course she was gonna cut me, she's 
                         a fucking nut...
                              (closes her eyes and 
                              takes a breath)
                         I knew she was crazy from the second 
                         we picked her up.

               SLAM! Suddenly, Baby pounds her fist against Mary's window. 
               Mary jumps back in terror.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                              (screaming)
                         You're in Hell, bitch! You're gonna 
                         die like a dog!

               Baby disappears into the darkness.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Go! Go! Go! Get us out of here!

               Bill pulls the car up to the front gate. It is chained shut 
               with a huge padlock.

               LIGHTNING CRASHES, illuminating the crucified scarecrows.

               FLASH CLOSE-UP CUTS - of grinning jack-o-lantern faces peer 
               down from above.

<b>               INT. CAR - NIGHT
</b>
               Bill opens the car door, starts to get out.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (hysterical)
                         What are you doing!

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         I gotta open the gate.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Drive through it!

<b>                                     BILL
</b>                         It won't work.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Holy fuck, hurry up.

               Jerry, Mary and Denise watch through the windshield as Bill 
               struggles to unlatch the thick iron gates.

               SUDDENLY, one of the SCARECROWS JUMPS down from his cross 
               and SMASHES Bill over the head with a HEAVY CLUB. Bill drops 
               to his knees.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Bill! Help him!

               Jerry throws open his door to get out. He's SHOVED BACK into 
               the car by another, larger scarecrow outside his door. This 
               scarecrow begins smashing the car's windows with a METAL 
<b>               PIPE.
</b>
               Bill lays motionless, face down in the mud. His attacker 
               turns his attention on the car. He also begins smashing the 
               car's windows.

<b>               EXT. CAR - NIGHT
</b>
               From a distance we see Jerry pulled from the car and beaten. 
               The girls are helplessly trapped inside the destroyed vehicle. 
               The scarecrows continue to pound on the car.

               As we fade out, the sound of a BARKING DOG can be heard.

<b>                                                                   FADE TO:
</b>
<b>               EXT. FARMHOUSE - MAGIC
</b>
               From a long shot, we see the farmhouse in the early morning 
               sunrise. All is still.

               The sound of an engine starting breaks the early morning 
               silence. Rufus's tow truck is seen pulling away from behind 
               the house. The BEATEN REMAINS of Bill's car are towed behind 
               it.

<b>               EXT. WILLIS HOUSE - SUNRISE
</b>
               Darkness, except for the face of an alarm clock. The time is 
               7:00 AM. TICK, TICK, TICK... BUZZZZZZ. The alarm goes off.

               A hand reaches over and turns off the alarm. We hear a deep 
               groan. A light turns on.

<b>               INT. WILLIS'S LIVING ROOM - MORNING
</b>
               Don Willis wakes up, having fallen asleep in his easy chair. 
               He sits up and wipes the sleep from his eyes. He runs a hand 
               across his head, smoothing out his thinning grey hair.

               He picks up a phone next to his bed, dials a number, waits.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Hi. Lieutenant Broekman please... 
                         Donald Willis.

               He holds.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Hey, Phil...
                              (listens)
                         Yeah, I'm alright... but I need you 
                         to check on something for me.

               Willis stands, walks to the window, opens the shades, morning 
               sun fills the room.

               shelf by the window is cluttered with framed photographs. 
               B+W memories of Denise at the beach, RUDY the dog. High school 
               graduations and Donald Willis in uniform with the other 
               members of 56 Precinct. Donald is a FORMER POLICE OFFICER.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         I'm a little worried about Denise. 
                         She called me last night from the 
                         road, out by Ruggsville at some joint 
                         called Spaulding's or something like 
                         that, said she'd be here about 
                         eleven... but she never showed up.

               Paces.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Yeah, if you could run a check on up 
                         that way and see about any accidents 
                         or road closing or anything, I'd 
                         really appreciate it...
                              (listening)
                         ...yeah, yeah, I know... I'm sure 
                         nothing happened but, you know me I 
                         like to worry... thanks... bye.

               Hangs up the phone.

<b>               INT. FARMHOUSE - OTIS'S ROOM - DAY
</b>
               Mary opens her eyes, squinting into the light. Sunlight peers 
               through filth on the windows, fractured by the tattered 
               remains of rotted curtains. Peeling yellowed newspaper serves 
               as wallpaper surrounding the window.

               Mary's eyes move across the walls to a painting of a BIG 
               EYED KITTEN. She stares at it and smiles. A look of horror 
               begins to appear on her face. She begins to scream 
               uncontrollably.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                              (off screen)
                         Shut your fucking mouth!

               She is hysterical.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         I said shut your mouth!

               ZOOM BACK to see Mary wearing a dunce cap, tied to a chair, 
               facing a corner in the farmhouse's attic. This is Otis's art 
               studio.

               Otis, standing before a large canvas, sets down his paint 
               brush and calmly walks over to Mary.

               He spins her chair around, clamps her mouth shut with his 
               hand and leans his nose against hers.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                              (slow and sinister)
                         Listen, you Malibu Barbie middle 
                         class piece of shit. I'm trying to 
                         work, you got me, work... you ever 
                         work?

               Mary's eyes scream with terror, she nods yes.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Yeah, I'll bet you did. Scooping ice 
                         cream to your shitheel friends on 
                         summer break... well, I ain't talking 
                         about white socks with Mickey Mouse 
                         on one side and Donald Duck on the 
                         other... shit, you ain't reading no 
                         funny books, mamma.

               Otis raises his paint covered hand.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         This is blood and guts, Suzy Q. Our 
                         bodies come and go, but this blood 
                         is forever...
                              (pulls a small book 
                              from his breast pocket)
                         ...let me read you something, listen 
                         and learn... you listening?

               Otis pulls back his hand, ready to backhand her across the 
               face with the book. She nods again. He lowers the book.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                              (gesturing dramatically)
                         And the angels, all pallid and wan, 
                         Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the 
                         play is the tragedy "Man" And its 
                         hero the Conqueror Worm...
                              (pauses)
                         ...you get that? Art is eternal, you 
                         get me, mamma?

               Mary stares dumbfounded.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Now, I'm gonna remove my hand... you 
                         make a sound and I swear I'll slit 
                         you open and make you eat your own 
                         fucking intestines... you get me?

               She nods again. He slowly removes his hand from her mouth. 
               Mary tries to remain calm, but starts to hyperventilate. 
               Tears roll down her face.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (whispering)
                         Why? Why are you doing this?

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Doing what? Messy up your day? Well, 
                         fuck lady there are some bigger issues 
                         at hand... than your fucking have a 
                         nice fucking day bumper sticker shit!

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         Where's Bill?

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                              (chuckling)
                         Well, Bill... he's a good guy, he's 
                         been great help to me... a real 
                         blessing... I couldn't have asked 
                         for a better specimen. I mean you 
                         don't know what a dry spell I've 
                         had, total block...
                              (slaps his forehead)
                         ...total block... but Bill he's OK.

               Mary looks confused, but relieved.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (softly)
                         Where is he?

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Let's go see.

               Otis grabs the back of the chair and drags her across the 
               room towards a curtained off area.

               Whoosh! He pulls her through the curtains. From behind the 
               curtain we hear Mary SCREAMING and Otis LAUGHING.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (behind curtain)
                         Bill? No, no, no! What have you done? 
                         Bill!

<b>               INT. CURTAIN ROOM - OTIS'S ROOM - DAY
</b>
               Ugliness. Decay. Pain. Carefully arranged on a model's 
               platform is the severed torso of Bill sewn to a large homemade 
               fish tail. He is lying on his ride side posing.

               Bill's face is frozen in a death scream.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Behold... The Fish-Boy!

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (repeating to herself)
                         This can't be real, this can't be 
                         real, this can't be real.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Oh, it's real... as real as I want 
                         it to be, mamma...
                              (grabs his canvas and 
                              holds it in her face)
                         ...look, see the magic in my brush 
                         strokes.

               Painted on the canvas is the gruesome scene of Bill as the 
               Fish-Boy.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (crying)
                         Fuck you, you fucking freak!

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Oh, come now... we're all creatures 
                         of God and freaks in our own way...
                              (twitches and shakes)
                         ...but if you'll notice...
                              (points to a blank 
                              spot in the painting)
                         right here, needs a little something, 
                         heh?

               Otis slowly puts down the canvas, turns and picks up a huge 
               hunting knife.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                         What are you doing?
                              (squirming)
                         ...no, stop... please, please.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         You, my dear worm feeder, are about 
                         to become immortalized.

               Otis draws back the knife.

<b>                                     MARY
</b>                              (screaming)
                         Noooooooooooo!

               Otis swings the knife forward, directly into the camera.

<b>               CLOSE UP - CLOWN FACE
</b>
               Ravelli's clown head bobs back and forth.

<b>               PULL BACK TO:
</b>
               Ravelli, wearing his clown head, stands by the road side 
               waving to passing cars.

<b>               EXT. SPAULDING'S - DAY
</b>
               A police car drives past Ravelli and comes to a stop. OFFICER 
               GEORGE WYDELL, 42, a big, slightly paunchy man with a big 
               mustache and mirrored sunglasses, steps from his car.

               Following close behind, OFFICER STEVE NAISH, 29, tall 
               athletic.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                              (pauses, looks around, 
                              pulls up his belt)
                         Well, let's go see if the nut that 
                         runs this place can help us.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Right.

               They walk to the door.

<b>               INT. SPAULDING'S - DAY
</b>
               The door swings open. Wydell enters slowly, putting on his 
               best cowboy attitude. Naish follows suit.

               Wydell, hands on his belt, struts up to the counter.

               No one is around.

               A rusted bell sits on the counter, taped to it is a 
               handwritten note, "ring for service". Wydell rings it once, 
               waits, no response. Rings it again, waits, no response.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                              (looking around the 
                              room)
                         Get a load of all this crap... this 
                         is one sick place.

               Wydell begins ringing the bell non-stop.

               Spaulding shouts from the backroom.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Whoever's a jerking off on that bell 
                         better be gone when I get out there... 
                         'cause I'm gonna rip your nuts off.

               Spaulding enters from behind the curtain, angry. He sees the 
               troopers and puts on a phony grin.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Officers, officers what can I do for 
                         you today? I ain't fried up the birds 
                         yet... if that's what you're ring a 
                         ding dinging about.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                              (pulls a paper from 
                              his pocket)
                         What I need are some answers.
                              (unfolds the paper to 
                              reveal a picture of 
                              Denise)

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Well, I'll try but I don't know 
                         nothing 'bout nobody. I'm a guy who 
                         likes to mind his own business, if 
                         ya get what I'm saying.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                              (holds up picture)
                         You seen this girl? Say... within 
                         the last 24 hours.

               Spaulding reaches out and grabs the picture.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                              (studies the picture)
                         Yeah, yeah I seen her. Good looking 
                         kid, but not really my type...
                              (gesturing with his 
                              hands)
                         ...I like meaty, eh?

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                              (losing patience)
                         Hey ass clown, how 'bout some answers. 
                         He ain't interested in your love 
                         life.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Come on, get with the facts.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Hmmmmmmmmm?

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         What'd you see, who was she with, 
                         where were they going?

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Aw, she was with some nosey, smartass 
                         high-rise kids. They were poking 
                         around... asking stupid questions.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Questions about what?

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         This and that, mostly some tired Dr. 
                         Satan bullshit... they got a gander 
                         at the display back there and thought 
                         they could solve the great Deadwoods 
                         mystery.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         And...

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         And I gave 'em directions out there, 
                         up by the old farm row... I figured 
                         what's the harm. Stupid kids probably 
                         going out to piss up a rope and got 
                         themselves turned around backasswards 
                         and got lost as shit.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Is that all... think real hard.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Yeah, they weren't here but a few 
                         minutes, didn't really have time to 
                         get as up close and personal as I do 
                         with most of the assholes that wander 
                         through here.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         How's about you give me those same 
                         directions.

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Yeah, yeah, sure. You don't have to 
                         get all True Grit all over my ass... 
                         I'll give'm to ya... you can knock 
                         yourself silly for all I care.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                              (hands him a note pad)
                         Enough talk, write.

<b>               INT. TOW TRUCK - DAY
</b>
               We are cruising down the road. A bobbing head skeleton toy 
               glued to the dashboard wiggles with each bump in the road. 
               Behind the wheel is Rufus Jr., riding shotgun is Baby, dressed 
               in her Sunday best. The radio is blasting.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                              (screaming over the 
                              music)
                         We're gonna have fun tonight, bro.

<b>                                     RUFUS JR.
</b>                         Yeah, fun.

               They speed off.

<b>               EXT. CHERRYPICKER RD. - WOODS - MIDDAY
</b>
               The police cruiser maneuvers down the rough dirt road.

<b>               INT. POLICE CAR - MIDDAY
</b>
               Wydell and Naish scan the surrounding woods for any sign of 
               Denise and her friends.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Boss, the way I see it is these kids 
                         probally stop off somewhere, bought 
                         a bunch of booze and are off getting 
                         shitfaced.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         I hope you're right, but my guts are 
                         telling me different.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Your Spidey senses tingling.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Yeah...
                              (realizes what he 
                              just said)
                         ...huh, what the hell are you talking 
                         about?

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         You know, your hyper sensitive Spidey 
                         senses... like Spider-man...
                              (pauses)
                         ...you know, like in the comics.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         How old do you think I am? I know 
                         who the fuck Spider-man is. Get to 
                         your point.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         You know, his senses start tingling... 
                         when he was approaching danger and 
                         shit.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         I always favored the Hulk.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Hulk was dumb as shit.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Aw, fuck.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         What.

<b>               EXT. CHERRYPICKER RD. - WOODS - MIDDAY
</b>
               Bill's car is down in a ditch, run off the side of the road.

<b>               INT. POLICE CAR - MIDDAY
</b>
               Naish checks the license plate number with his sheet.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Plates match.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Call the chief... We found 'em.

<b>               EXT. PINK PUSSY CAT LIQUORS - MIDDAY
</b>
               A small, crummy liquor store stands next to a sleazy motel. 
               A filthy looking hooker leads her customer to a waiting room, 
               a homeless bum stands screaming obscenities in the parking 
               lot.

<b>               INT. PINK PUSSY CAT LIQUORS - MIDDAY
</b>
               The store is decorated for Halloween.

               Off to one side is a curtained room. A sign reads "XXX 8mm 
               loops", sex noises can be heard inside.

               Baby and Rufus stand at the counter waiting for the CASHIER, 
               a skinny geek with glasses, to total up their purchases. The 
               counter is loaded with bottles.

               The cashier is packing the bottles into cardboard boxes.

<b>                                     CASHIER
</b>                         You all having a Halloween party 
                         tonight?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Now, what makes you think that?

<b>                                     CASHIER
</b>                         You all sure are buying a lot of 
                         holy water for two people.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Yeah, well we like to get fucked up 
                         and do fucked up shit, you know what 
                         I mean?

<b>                                     CASHIER
</b>                         Yeah, yeah...
                              (giggling)
                         ...I like to fuck shit up.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         I'll bet you do... how much we owe 
                         ya...
                              (looks at his name 
                              tag)
                         ...Goober?

<b>                                     CASHIER
</b>                              (looking down at his 
                              tag)
                         Actually it's G. Ober... Gerry Ober, 
                         but the guys drew in the other O, 
                         fucking assholes.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                              (uninterested)
                         Great story Goober, how much?

<b>                                     CASHIER
</b>                         Ummmm... two hundred and eighty-five 
                         dollars.

               Baby throws down three hundred dollars.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Keep the change and get yourself a 
                         new name.

<b>                                     CASHIER
</b>                         Holy crap, thanks!

               Rufus picks up the boxes from the counter. He and Baby start 
               to walk away.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Come on, bro. Let's go.

<b>                                     CASHIER
</b>                              (holding out a flyer)
                         Hey, wait take this.

               Baby stops and grabs the flyer.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         What's this?

<b>                                     CASHIER
</b>                         A missing girl. I use'ta go to school 
                         with her, she just up and disappeared 
                         some day... real weird.

               The flyer reads MISSING, KAREN MURPHY, 18. The picture on 
               the flyer shows the smiling chubby face of a young girl.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Now isn't she a happy little cherub... 
                         oh well
                              (stuffs it in her 
                              pocket)
                         ...nobody just up and disappears.

<b>                                     RUFUS JR.
</b>                              (mutters)
                         Aliens.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Yeah, maybe it was fucking aliens.

<b>               EXT. PINK PUSSY CAT LIQUOR - MIDDAY
</b>
               Baby and Rufus exit. Rufus loads the boxes into the back of 
               the truck. Baby sits on the curb and lights a cigarette.

<b>               EXT. CHERRYPICKER ROAD - WOODS - MIDDAY
</b>
               Bill's car is now sitting in the middle of the road. The 
               back is attached to a police tow truck. An additional police 
               cruiser arrives on the scene.

               Sheriff Huston steps out from his cruiser.

<b>                                     HUSTON
</b>                         What'd we here, Georgie?

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         A vehicle registered to a William S. 
                         Hudley.

<b>                                     HUSTON
</b>                         Holy Jesus, somebody had themselves 
                         a field day beating the shit outta 
                         this thing.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Yeah, no mercy here.

<b>                                     HUSTON
</b>                         Recover any bodies?

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Not yet.

<b>                                     HUSTON
</b>                              (inspecting the car)
                         Shit, I wonder what these kids did 
                         to bring this much hell down on 'em.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Just in the wrong place at the wrong 
                         time.

<b>                                     HUSTON
</b>                         That's the understatement of the 
                         year.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Yep, I suppose it is.

<b>               INT. BILL'S CAR - WOODS - MIDDAY
</b>
               Naish is digging around under the front seat.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Hey, I found something.

               Naish crawls out of the car.

<b>               EXT. CHERRYPICKER ROAD - WOODS - MIDDAY
</b>
<b>                                     HUSTON
</b>                         What'd ya got there?

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Keys.

<b>                                     HUSTON
</b>                         Well Christ boy, don't stand there 
                         like a prize dog dick with his 
                         butthole caught up a tree.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Huh?

<b>                                     HUSTON
</b>                         Open up the trunk.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Yes, sir.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Toss 'em over here.

               Naish tosses them over the car to Wydell. Wydell fishes 
               through the keys, finds the trunk key and opens it.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                              (winces)
                         God damn.

<b>                                     HUSTON
</b>                         You find something, Georgie?

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                              (disgusted)
                         Yep, I found something.

               We move around the car to see the nude body of Karen Murphy 
               laying in the trunk. Her arms and legs are hog tied. She is 
               dead. The word TRICK is carved into her side.

<b>               INT. FARMHOUSE BASEMENT - TINY'S ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON
</b>
               Water drips down from the leaking pipes above. Scavenging 
               rats scurry across the concrete floor.

               In a far corner a single light burns, a child's Humpty Dumpty 
               lamp, illuminating --

               Denise is strapped to an old wooden bed. She has been stripped 
               of her own clothes and is now wearing a blue checked little 
               girl's dress. Her hair is tied in pigtails.

               She is cold and shivering.

               BOOM. The basement door opens, heavy footsteps lumber down 
               the creaking stairs. It is Tiny.

               Tiny is wearing an orange T-shirt that reads, "This is my 
               Halloween costume". For the first time we see the skin on 
               his arms, it is severely deformed from burn scars.

               He is holding a small tray. On the tray is a box of cereal, 
               milk, a bowl and a spoon.

               Tiny goes over to Denise, sets down the tray, and proudly 
               displays his T-shirt.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                              (hoarse and dry)
                         Please... Tiny, please. Let me go... 
                         help me.

               Tiny sits down on a stool next to the bed, he stares down at 
               Denise like a confused dog.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                              (crying)
                         Please, God please.

               Tiny begins preparing her food, carefully pouring the cereal 
               and milk into the bowl. He stirs it with the spoon.

               Tiny gently lifts Denise's head and feeds her like a baby. 
               Denise swallows the food, trying not to choke. After a few 
               spoonfuls Tiny stands up and walks over to a dark corner of 
               the room.

               He pulls a string and turns on a swinging ceiling light. In 
               the light we see a rusty cage, inside are three rail-thin 
               female bodies.

               Tiny throws the remainder of the cereal into the cage.

               One of the bodies moves to eat the scraps, the others do 
               not. They are dead.

               Tiny turns off the overhead light.

<b>               INT. POLICE CAR - LATE AFTERNOON
</b>
               Wydell and Naish are pulling into a large truck stop parking 
               lot.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         You sure this guy's supposed to ride 
                         with us? Seems kind of weird.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                              (scanning the parking 
                              lot)
                         Chief said pick him up and take him 
                         with us on our house to house. Guy's 
                         an ex-cop, thinks he can help.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Sounds like a bad idea to me, probally 
                         just get in the way.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Yeah, well I guess it's tough to sit 
                         on the sidelines and wait when your 
                         own kid's missing... besides, ain't 
                         no such thing as an ex-cop.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         I guess not.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         That must be him.

<b>               EXT. GAS STATION - LATE AFTERNOON
</b>
               A rundown gas station sits off to the side of the road.

               A filthy mechanic works on one of the many junked cars.

               Two fat greasy men sit in the hot sun playing cards.

               A Chevy Nova sits parked next to the station. Willis leans 
               against the side of the car, drinking coffee from a styrofoam 
               cup.

               A police cruiser pulls up. Wydell and Naish step from the 
               car.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Mr. Willis?

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Yes, sir.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         I'm Wydell... this is Naish.

               Wydell extends his hand, they shake hands.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Hey.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         George Willis...
                              (to Wydell)
                         ...any leads?

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Well, we were on our way out to run 
                         a check on a couple farmhouses out 
                         on the edge of town... closest thing 
                         we got to a lead at this point.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         That's it?

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Well, all we know is the kids were 
                         headed out to a spot the locals call 
                         Deadwood to play Nancy Drew with 
                         some local legend about this character 
                         everybody calls Dr. Satan.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Dr. Satan?

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Yeah it's horseshit, just some 
                         boogieman crap that the kids like to 
                         scare each other with.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Anyway, there's not much else out 
                         that way... so, I figure maybe there's 
                         a chance the kids broke down and 
                         found their way over to one of the 
                         farms.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         What about the body you found?

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                              (slightly surprised)
                         Oh, yeah, you know about that? Hmmm, 
                         that's a strange one.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Local girl, Karen Murphy, been missing 
                         for a couple months, figured for a 
                         runaway.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Fit the profile?

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         No, not really. Good kid, never been 
                         in any trouble.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Her part in this I can't figure... 
                         but I will.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                              (wipes his brow)
                         Christ, you know it's crazy...
                              (gets choked up)
                         I lived through so many other people's 
                         nightmares, you know. Always cool 
                         and calm, but... but I never thought 
                         I'd be the one needing help, ya know?

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Don't worry, we'll find her.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Let's hit the road, sooner we get a 
                         move on sooner we'll find her.

               Willis dumps out the remaining coffee, tosses the cup into 
               the trash and opens the back door of the police car. He gets 
               inside. Wydell and Naish climb in. The car drives off.

<b>               INT. FARMHOUSE - OTIS'S ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON
</b>
<b>               THUMP!
</b>
               CLOSE UP on a bloody, bandaged face. THUMP!

               As we pull back to see Jerry, completely bandaged like a 
               mummy, strapped to a wall. His arms and legs are spread. 
               THUMP! Knives stick in the wall next to the body.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                              (off screen)
                         God damn bitch, what the fuck are 
                         you waiting for... Charles Nelson 
                         Reilly don't know shit...

               We pull back further to see Otis pacing wildly back and forth 
               in front of his TV, watching MATCH GAME. Grampa sits eating 
               a TV dinner.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                              (gesturing at the TV 
                              with a knife)
                         Watch that bitch, she's thinking 
                         about that Klugman bangin' Brett 
                         Sommers, pick motherfucking Richard 
                         Dawson.

               Otis throws the large hunting knife at the wall next to Jerry.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         He's the fucking slick jack Match 
                         Game man, mamma.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         Where do they find these people?

<b>               INT. POLICE CRUISER - LATE AFTERNOON
</b>
<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Christ, four kids couldn't just 
                         disappear.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         No they couldn't, somebody had to 
                         see something.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         My Denise is a smart girl, she 
                         wouldn't do anything stupid, and her 
                         boyfriend, he always seemed like a 
                         good kid.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         I'm sure there's a logical 
                         explanation.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         I pray to God there is.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Turn up this road.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Where we headed?

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         I seem to remember another farm set 
                         way back off the road where the car 
                         was found. I'm not sure if anyone 
                         lives there anymore, but it's worth 
                         a look.

<b>               EXT. FARMHOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON
</b>
               Wydell's cruiser turns up the road to the Firefly farmhouse. 
               It moves past the scarecrows and comes to a halt. The doors 
               swing open and Wydell, Naish and Willis get out.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         I'm gonna see if anybody's home. You 
                         and Mr. Willis take a look around 
                         the grounds for any sign of anything.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Right...
                              (to Willis)
                         ...come on.

               Naish and Willis head off around the back of the house.

<b>               INT. FARMHOUSE - KITCHEN - LATE AFTERNOON
</b>
               Dirty dishes overflow from the rusty metal sink onto the 
               surrounding counters. A large cat walks across piles of food 
               left to rot on a table. Boxes of trash and old newspapers 
               are stacked to the ceiling.

               Music from a crackling radio is heard.

               Mother stands stirring a large pot on the stove. A LOUD 
               knocking interrupts her cooking. She sets down her spoon and 
               walks to the front door.

               Before opening the door she peeks through the curtains of a 
               small side window. She sees Wydell and runs from the kitchen.

<b>               EXT. FARMHOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON
</b>
               Wydell walks up the front steps.

<b>               INT. FARMHOUSE - HALLWAY - LATE AFTERNOON
</b>
               Mother runs toward a door at the end of the hall. She swings 
               open the door.

<b>               INT. FARMHOUSE - OTIS'S ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON
</b>
               Mother bursts into the room.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Otis! Otis! Come quick, there's cops 
                         outside.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         What! God damn, how many?

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                              (watching TV)
                         What? How many?

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Don't worry about it.

               Otis jumps up and goes over to an old dresser and opens a 
               drawer and pulls out an automatic revolver.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         I don't know. I only saw one.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         I'm sure there's more than that... 
                         fucking pigs always travel in packs...
                              (handing the gun to 
                              Mother)
                         ...here, take this.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                              (takes the gun)
                         What should I do?

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Go down stairs and play nice... I'm 
                         a gonna go 'round back and handle 
                         things like I always fucking do.

<b>               EXT. FARMHOUSE - SAME
</b>
               Naish and Willis move through the cluttered back yard of 
               garbage.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Shit, don't these packrat hillbillies 
                         throw anything away?

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Shhhh... you hear that?

               The soft sound of moaning can be heard.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Yeah, I hear it... where's it coming 
                         from?

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Over here, inside the smokehouse.

               Naish and Willis stand in front of a brick smokehouse. The 
               thick door is chained shut.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                              (knocking on door)
                         Anybody in there?

               The moaning gets louder.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         We gotta break it open.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         I ain't got a warrant.

               Willis picks up a broken axe handle and begins prying open 
               the door.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Tell it to my daughter.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                              (grabbing hold to 
                              help)
                         Shit... fuck procedure.

               Together they struggle to open the door.

<b>               INT. FARMHOUSE - SAME
</b>
               Mother slowly opens the front door. The revolver is behind 
               her back, tucked in her apron strings.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                              (trying to be sexy)
                         Well hello, officer.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                              (holding up his badge)
                         Excuse me, I'm sorry for disturbing 
                         you this fine afternoon.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Aw, you ain't disturbing me, but it 
                         kind of looks like rain, don't ya 
                         think?

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         My name is Lt. Wydell, I'd like to 
                         ask you a few questions.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Questions? Well, heck, I'll tell you 
                         anything you want to know.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         I appreciate your cooperation. I'm 
                         looking for a missing girl...
                              (holds up picture)
                         ...this girl here, Denise Willis... 
                         have you seen her?

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Well, I... mmmmm... no, I ain't seen 
                         her, sorry.

               She begins to close the door. Wydell stops her.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Please, could I please come in and 
                         talk to you for a minute? Maybe you 
                         could take a better look at the 
                         picture... might stir up something.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         I um... no, I don't think so...

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Please, just a minute.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Oh, alright... I guess I can trust 
                         you... being a man of the law and 
                         all.

               She opens the door.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Thank you.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Oh, you are very welcome... Lord 
                         knows how I love a man in uniform.

               She closes the door.

<b>               EXT. FARMHOUSE - SAME
</b>
               Naish and Willis bust open the door to the smokehouse. Hanging 
               upside down inside is Mary. She hangs from ropes strapped to 
               the ceiling. Large hunks of meat hang around her in the 
               cramped room.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Jesus Christ.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Call Wydell.

<b>               INT. FARMHOUSE - SAME
</b>
               Wydell and Mother sit opposite eachother at the kitchen table. 
               Pictures of Denise and her companions are spread on the table. 
               Wydell takes notes as Mother talks.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Think... do any of these kids look 
                         familiar in any way?

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         No, I can't say that I ever seen 'em 
                         before...
                              (points to the photo 
                              of Bill)
                         ...he looks familiar, is he on TV?

               Suddenly, Naish's voice comes over Wydell's walkie-talkie.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Wydell.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Excuse me for a second.

               Pulls walkie-talkie from his belt to respond.

<b>                                     WYDELL
</b>                         Over.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         We found one.

               Click. Mother points the gun at Wydell's head and fires.

               He falls dead to the floor.

<b>               EXT. FARMHOUSE - SAME
</b>
               Naish hears the commotion over his walkie-talkie.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                              (into walkie-talkie)
                         Wydell! Over! Wydell! Over!

               No response.

<b>                                     NAISH
</b>                         Fuck, go to the car... call for 
                         backup. Tell 'em officer down.

<b>                                     MR. WILLIS
</b>                         Right.

               Willis runs to the car, he gets about halfway there before 
               he is hit in the back by a bullet. He stumbles and falls to 
               his knees.

               He kneels silent, stunned. We hold on his face and watch as 
               his life passes before him.

               A quick MONTAGE, we see the following images flash by:

               A. A father and daughter together in happier times.

               B. A child's birthday party.

               C. A baby crying.

               D. Willis and his deceased wife.

               Otis fires another shot.

               Willis falls forward into the mud, dead.

               Naish sees Willis fall. Before he can react a voice calls 
               out from behind him.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Hands up, bitch!

               Naish raises his hands.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Turn around, real slow... piggy-pie.

               Naish turns around.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Interlock your fingers behind your 
                         head...
                              (Naish hesitates)
                         ...do it!

               Naish obeys.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Kneel.

               Naish kneels down.

               From a distance we see Otis standing over Naish, execution 
               style. A white puff of smoke comes from Otis's gun and a 
               distant popping sound is heard. Naish falls over on his side.

               The scene fades to blood red.

<b>               EXT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT
</b>
               The house stands silent in the darkness. Lightning crashes, 
               a heavy rain falls.

               Burning JACK-O'-LANTERNS beam from every window. Smoke rises 
               from the chimney.

               It is Halloween night.

<b>               INT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT
</b>
<b>               CLOSE-UP TV
</b>
               Dr. Wolfenstein is on screen smashing pumpkins with a giant 
               hammer.

<b>                                     DR. WOLFENSTEIN
</b>                         It is midnight my little boils and 
                         ghouls, the witching hour. Time for 
                         all monsters, murderers, maniacs and 
                         madmen to go to work... so lock your 
                         doors and bolt your windows, sit 
                         back and prepare for a fright night 
                         classic...
                              (lightning crashes)
                         ...The House of Frankenstein.

               The movie begins and we move off the TV to see:

               Hundreds of CANDLES are lit, illuminating everything with a 
               flickering light. Music blares from a cheap stereo. BLACK 
               and ORANGE PAPER STREAMERS are draped from ceiling to floor.

               Dead center is a LARGE OBJECT standing seven feet tall, it 
               is completely covered in paper Halloween decorations. A long 
               chain connects the object up into the rafters.

               This is the Halloween party from Hell.

               An intoxicated Grampa, dressed as FLASH GORDON, sits in his 
               wheelchair watching the TV, drinking MOONSHINE from an 
               unmarked bottle.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                              (slurred drunken 
                              yelling at the screen)
                         Get those motherfucker... those high 
                         water bitches and rocketship 
                         daisies... kill 'em, kill 'em.

               CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! Tiny stands in a corner tunelessly 
               banging on a large oil drum. He is dressed like a low budget 
               BATMAN, in grey long johns and a black bat mask and cape.

               A drunk Rufus, wearing a bloody police uniform, stands on a 
               table SHOUTING along to the music through a POLICE MEGAPHONE.

               Mother and Baby, both dressed as SUPERHEROES, dance around 
               the covered object. Both are swigging moonshine from jugs.

<b>                                     RUFUS JR.
</b>                              (shouting through 
                              megaphone)
                         Show me, show me, show me, show me!

               Mother and Baby start TEARING AWAY the paper covering from 
               the object in the middle of the room. They RIP at the paper, 
               spinning and dancing around in a wild pagan ritual.

               As the shreds of colored paper fall to the floor we see: 
               Denise, Jerry and Mary tied back to back hanging from the 
               chain, each are dressed in a different animal costume. Denise 
               is a pig, Jerry is a donkey and Mary is a rabbit. They are 
               gagged.

               Mother and Baby laugh at their helpless victims, splashing 
               moonshine in their faces.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Drink up, it's party time.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Enjoy your last night...
                              (looking around)
                         ...where's Otis?

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Oh, he's coming, he got something 
                         real special this year.

               Rufus jumps down, begins to spin the bound captives around 
               and around.

<b>                                     RUFUS JR.
</b>                         Otis, Otis, Otis, Otis!

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Quiet, quiet, you know he won't come 
                         down with all this hoop-dee-doo 
                         bouncing off the walls. Now, calm 
                         down.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         I shot an elephant in my pajamas 
                         this morning... how he got in my 
                         pajamas I'll never know.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Grampa, shhhhhhhh.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         Then we tried to remove the tusks, 
                         but they were embedded in so firmly 
                         that we couldn't budge 'em.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                              (gesturing at Grampa)
                         Let him finish.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         Of course, in Alabama the Tuscaloosa, 
                         but that's entirely irrelephant.

               The room goes silent. All eyes are focused on the stairs.

               A robed figure, Otis, appears at the top of the stairs, he 
               begins to descend.

               Rufus waits at the bottom of the stairs. As Otis reaches the 
               last step Rufus hands him the megaphone.

               Denise, Mary and Jerry struggle to watch as they in turn 
               rotate past the scene unfolding.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                              (through the megaphone)
                         I'm the one who brings the Christmas 
                         candy... now tell me
                              (pauses and raises 
                              his arms)
                         ...Who's your Daddy?

               Otis walks closer to the rotating captives.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         I'm the one who brings the devil's 
                         brandy...
                              (waits)

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Who's your Daddy!

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Yes! I'm the one who beats you when 
                         you're bad...

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Who's your Daddy!

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Who's your Daddy!

               Otis stops the spinning of his prisoners and stands directly 
               before Denise.

               He drops his robe, underneath he is wearing a SUIT OF SKIN 
               sewn together from pieces of Denise's father.

               Denise stares in horror, tears stream down her cheeks, barely 
               able to comprehend the madness around her.

               Otis moves in close and licks her across the face.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         I'm the one who loves you when you're 
                         fucking dead!

               Everyone chants "Who's your Daddy?"

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                              (imitating Willis)
                         Now, I say my little darlings...
                              (rotates the chain to 
                              Mary)
                         maybe prancing around where you don't 
                         belong ain't such a winner of an 
                         idea...
                              (slaps Mary across 
                              the face)

               Slowly turns the chain to face Jerry.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         And you, the great rusher of fools, 
                         what were you after...
                              (slaps Jerry)
                         Huh, speak to me...
                              (slaps him again)
                         Oh, that's right, Dr. Satan... 
                         everybody got to know about Dr. Satan, 
                         Jesus Christ, let the old dog rest 
                         for fuck sake, he's already got one 
                         foot in the grave and the other's 
                         tap dancing around the edge...
                              (gets nose to nose 
                              with Jerry)
                         ...well, I can see the disappointment 
                         on your sad little puppy face... so 
                         I'm gonna do you a favor, a big, big 
                         favor. You owe me, boy. I'm gonna 
                         let you meet the old bastard.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         That's a horse's ass alright, I told 
                         you.

               Jerry's eyes widen in fear.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Baby, roll that old love machine 
                         over here, so this boy can meet his 
                         hero.

               Baby rolls Grampa over to Jerry.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                              (lifts his skin mask)
                         You see it's all true, the boogieman 
                         is real and you found him...
                              (Jerry stares in shock)
                         ...why so sad? Isn't this what you 
                         begged for? There he is, the living 
                         legend himself, ta da Dr. Satan. 
                         Now, don't get shy on me... ask your 
                         hero some questions, don't blow this 
                         last in a lifetime opportunity.

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         Zarkoff, I will conquer the sea, the 
                         air, the earth... the universe.

               Mother moves in close to Jerry.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Look at the way he lights up... Grampa 
                         just loves meeting his fans.

               Otis grabs Jerry's cheeks and makes his face move like a 
               ventriloquist dummy, provides Jerry's voice.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Aw gee whiz, I'm so excited... I 
                         really think you're the coolest... 
                         you're tops on the playground, cooler 
                         than the Fonzie.

               Baby grabs Mary and does the same ventriloquist routine.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Oh, oh pick me, pick me... I have a 
                         question.

               Baby rotates Mary around to where Gramps is seated.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                              (squeezing Mary's 
                              face, hard)
                         I was wondering Mr. Satan sir, do 
                         you like to kiss on the first date 
                         or is that considered slutty?

<b>                                     GRAMPA
</b>                         What the fuck are you saying? Who 
                         the hell is talking to me?

               Tiny, growing restless, begins banging on his metal drum. 
               KLANG - KLANG - KLANG. Rufus joins in, clapping his hands.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Come on, my babies are getting 
                         restless.

<b>                                     RUFUS JR.
</b>                         Dump in the pit, dump in the pit, 
                         dump in the pit.

               Mother, Baby, Grampa join in chanting with Rufus.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Alright, alright. Cut 'em down, it's 
                         time they get what they came here 
                         for.

<b>               EXT. FIELD - NIGHT
</b>
               The rain pounds down. A heavy fog hovers over the dense growth 
               of the field. In the distance, silhouetted by moonlight, a 
               gruesome caravan slowly moves through the night.

               Otis, lantern in hand, leads the way. Followed by Baby and 
               Mother together under a large black umbrella. Next Rufus 
               holds the leash connected to Jerry, Denise and Mary.

               Bringing up the rear, Tiny, shotgun focused on the prisoners, 
               and Grampa. Grampa is strapped to Tiny's back like a child. 
               He waves a flashlight back and forth like a search beam.

               The group comes to a halt at a huge wooden structure.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                              (handing Baby the 
                              lantern)
                         Hold this. Point it over here.

               Baby directs the light at Otis. We see that he is trying to 
               unlock a huge padlock attached to an iron door embedded in 
               the base of the wooden structure.

               Otis unlocks the door and swings it open. He reaches down 
               into the blackness and pulls up an iron hook and wench, 
               attached to the hook is a chain.

               Otis parts a section of the overgrown grass next to the pit 
               to reveal a rusty metal crank. He begins to turn the crank. 
               Slowly, from out of the pit, rises a coffin hanging from the 
               end of the chain.

               Otis pulls the coffin over and lays it flat on the ground. 
               He flips open the lid.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Hey happy-boy, step your ass up here.

               Rufus cuts loose Jerry, but holds him steady by the neck.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         Take his gag out, it's more fun with 
                         the screaming.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Yeah, I like the screaming too... 
                         it's so much more exciting.

               Rufus cuts loose the gag.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Please don't kill us, please don't 
                         kill us.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                              (imitating Jerry)
                         Please don't kill us, please don't 
                         kill us.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Bitch, shut your mouth and get your 
                         shit in the box.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Let us go, please... let the girls 
                         go.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                              (imitating Jerry)
                         Let us go, please... let the girls 
                         go.

               Otis pulls out a gun and points it at Jerry.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Get in... now!

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Wait, I want to say good-bye.

               Mother grabs Jerry by the collar and gives him a big kiss.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Bye sweety, we could of been great 
                         together.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Please, let us go, we won't tell 
                         anybody.

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         Aw, honey you know I can't do that.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         We won't tell anybody.

               Otis cocks the pistol. Jerry starts to slowly move towards 
               the coffin.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         Christ, ain't this fucking a hoot... 
                         alright mamma, I ain't got all fucking 
                         night.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Please, please this is insane. You 
                         can't do this.

               Rufus pushes Jerry into the coffin.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                         It is and I can... next.

               Denise starts kicking and fighting with Rufus. Rufus tries 
               to hold her steady, when suddenly Mary breaks free and starts 
               to run.

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                              (laughs and raises 
                              his pistol)
                         Where's she think she's a gonna get 
                         to? She's gonna run all the way home.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         No! Let me get her...
                              (turns to Mother)
                         ...Ma, Otis is having all the fun... 
                         can I get her?

<b>                                     MOTHER
</b>                         That's true, Otis... not that we're 
                         having a bad time, but...

<b>                                     OTIS
</b>                              (rolls his eyes)
                         Well, go get her.

               Baby jumps with excitement and runs off across the field 
               after Mary.

               Mary trips and falls over a small gravestone. She gets up 
               and stumbles back into a wooden cross. She tears the gag 
               from her mouth and gasps for air.

<b>                                     BABY (O.S.)
</b>                         There once was a woman who lived 
                         with her daughter in a cabbage garden.

               Mary turns toward the voice but sees nothing but wooden 
               crosses. She is in a homemade cemetery.

<b>                                     BABY (O.S.)
</b>                         ...along came a rabbit and ate up 
                         all the cabbages. The woman said...

               Mary turns 360 degrees, but finds nothing.

<b>                                     BABY (O.S.)
</b>                         ..."Go into the garden and drive out 
                         the rabbit"...

               THUD! Mary is hit from behind, she falls forward. Baby JUMPS 
               on top of her and sits on her back. Baby is holding a large 
               hunting knife.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         "Shoo! Shoo!" said the maiden...

               Mary screams in pain, as Baby PLUNGES the knife into her. 
               Baby STABS Mary again and again and again. Mary lets out a 
               long gurgling scream, then goes silent.

<b>                                     BABY
</b>                         ..."Come maiden," said the rabbit...
                              (leans down)
                         ...sit on my tail and go with me to 
                         my rabbit hutch.

               Baby, covered in blood, licks the knife clean.

<b>               EXT. PIT - NIGHT
</b>
               Otis shoves Denise into the coffin with Jerry and locks the 
               lid shut. Through a CROSS-SHAPED OPENING in the coffin we 
               see them crushed together.

               Rufus LOWERS the coffin into the pit. Once the coffin is 
               inside Otis slams the door shut.

               Otis opens a small window in the door and lowers in a lantern 
               and a small tape recorder playing music.

<b>               INT. PIT - NIGHT
</b>
               Enter Hell. The dim light of the lantern shines off the slimy 
               wet filth of the rotted wood walls. The stench of death and 
               decay hangs heavy in the thin air.

               Denise and Jerry, cold and shivering, hang half submerged in 
               thick maggot infested sludge. Bits of animal and human 
               skeletons float in the muck, broken bones lay in piles along 
               the walls.

<b>               INT. COFFIN - NIGHT
</b>
               Through the dim light, we see the tightly packed forms of 
               Jerry and Denise.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                              (hysterical)
                         We've got get out of here, we got 
                         get out of here.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Think, think. Try to open the lid, 
                         try to kick a hole in the wood.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                              (crying)
                         I can't... I can't move my arms. I 
                         hurt so much.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         I know, but we can make it out of 
                         here. We can do it.

               Boom! A LOUD THUMP is heard against the side of the coffin.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         That was good babe, just keep doing 
                         that.

<b>               BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.
</b>
<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         That's not me. I didn't... I'm not 
                         doing that.

<b>                                     JERRY
</b>                         Someone is out there...
                              (shouting)
                         ...help, we're in here!

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Help, help us.

               Suddenly, an arm breaks through the side of the coffin. 
               Another smashes through the top of the lid. The coffin begins 
               to violently shake. Denise screams.

               Another reaches through, grabbing her feet. SMASH! The coffin 
               is ripped apart and Jerry is pulled away from the destruction.

               He lets out a quick scream before disappearing into the 
               darkness.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!

<b>               INT. FARMHOUSE - LIVINGROOM - NIGHT
</b>
               The spastic light of TV static strobes across the sleeping 
               face of Grampa. Beside him, Mother sleeps peacefully.

<b>               EXT. BARN - NIGHT
</b>
               The rain has stopped. Tiny opens the doors to the barn.

               He goes inside. He exits a few moments later, dragging a 
               huge wooden stake. He sets the stake down carefully and closes 
               the barn doors. He then picks up the stake and drags it away.

<b>               EXT. BACKYARD - NIGHT
</b>
               Behind the farmhouse is a camouflage jungle, an intricate 
               system of ropes and netting is strung together to hide the 
               many automobiles beneath.

               Rufus moves through the jungle. He stops and begins to remove 
               the netting from a car, it is Wydell's police cruiser. He 
               climbs inside the car, puts on Wydell's policeman's hat and 
               starts the engine. He drives off.

<b>               INT. POLICE CAR - NIGHT
</b>
               Rufus is driving like a maniac through the open farmland. He 
               turns on the overhead flashing lights.

<b>               EXT. FIELDS - NIGHT
</b>
               The police cruiser twists and turns in the barren fields.

<b>               INT. PIT - NIGHT
</b>
               Denise stands knee deep in the sludge. Broken bits of the 
               coffin's remains are scattered around her.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Jerry please answer me.

               A soft moaning sound is heard coming from the other end of 
               the pit.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Jerry...
                              (moving slowly forward)
                         ...is that you?

               Denise cautiously makes her way to the bend at the end of 
               the tunnel. As she approaches, the moaning sound gets louder. 
               She turns the corner to see:

               TWO PALE FIGURES in filthy hospital gowns hunched over a 
               shadowy object. Denise gasps. They turn towards Denise, 
               revealing the partially devoured dead body of Jerry.

               The two bone-white ghouls are dripping with Jerry's blood, 
               they stare at Denise, then return to their prey.

               Denise screams in horror and runs, turning down another twist 
               in the underground maze. She turns the corner and runs 
               straight into SEVERAL SLOW MOVING GHOULS. The ghouls are of 
               the same deathly white complexion, hair-less with flaked, 
               cracking skin. Their yellow eyes shine in the darkness.

               They reach for her, but she breaks free and continues to run 
               into the endless stretch of tunnels before her.

<b>               EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT
</b>
               Primitive wooden crosses form a circle around a burnt piece 
               of land, approximately twenty feet in diameter.

               Laying flat in the center is the large stake, Mary's body is 
               draped across it. Tiny is securing her to the stake with 
               rope.

<b>               INT. POLICE CAR - NIGHT
</b>
               Through the windshield, we see Baby jumping and dancing in 
               the fields with several large dogs. She is firing a gun as 
               she dances.

<b>               EXT. FIELD - NIGHT
</b>
               Baby sees the car and raises her gun. She aims it at the car 
               driver. She waits, as the car gets closer she sees the face 
               of Rufus behind the wheel. She lowers the gun and begins to 
               laugh.

               The car stops and Baby climbs into the passenger's seat. The 
               car drives off.

<b>               EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT
</b>
               Tiny lifts the stake with Mary firmly strapped in place. He 
               implants it into the ground. Her body hangs like a doll. 
               Tiny opens a gasoline can and begins splashing gas onto the 
               stake.

<b>               EXT. FIELD - NIGHT
</b>
               Otis, face painted like a SKULL and wearing a priest's robe, 
               walks solemnly through the tall grass.

<b>               INT. PIT - NIGHT
</b>
               Denise, waist high in sludge, wanders lost through the endless 
               tunnels of the pit. In the distance she hears high pitched 
               animal sounds.

               A GHOUL rises up from the sludge behind Denise. It stands 
               silent. It reaches out a BONEY HAND with long curled 
               fingernails and grabs her hair. Denise screams and tries to 
               pull away. The ghoul grabs her with his other hand and pulls 
               her closer, CLAWING at her face.

               Denise fights her way free, but loses her footing and falls 
               backwards, slipping under the sludge. She quickly resurfaces 
               and starts to run.

<b>               EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT
</b>
               Otis stands in front of the bound Mary, holding a pumpkin. 
               Otis places the pumpkin over Mary's head.

               Tiny stands behind him holding a lit torch.

<b>               EXT. FIELD - NIGHT
</b>
               The police car drives wildly through the fields.

<b>               INT. POLICE CAR - NIGHT
</b>
               Baby motions to Rufus to steer the car towards the fire.

<b>               INT. PIT - NIGHT
</b>
               A beaten Denise struggles down a long tunnel. She gets to 
               the end to find that it is a dead-end. Behind her, FIVE GHOULS 
               move silently towards her, blocking her only exit.

               The ghouls slosh through the muck, moving in closer. Denise 
               frantically looks for an escape, nailed into the wall next 
               to her are planks of wood forming a ladder.

               The ghouls are only a few yards away. Denise climbs up the 
               ladder. They move in, clawing at her legs and feet, trying 
               to pull her down. Denise digs at the wood and mud ceiling 
               above her, trying to break free.

               Denise is bleeding severely from the chunks of flesh being 
               torn from her legs. She digs wildly at the ceiling, suddenly 
               a board falls free and mud rains down to reveal:

               STARS, the sky above shines through the hole. Denise smashes 
               her fists at the rotted wood planks, pulling free another 
               piece.

               With all her might Denise grabs hold and pulls herself up 
               through the opening.

<b>               EXT. PIT - NIGHT
</b>
               Denise fights her way through the earth and pulls her body 
               up into the night air. The cool air rushes to her lungs. She 
               crawls free of the hole, gasping for air.

               She is safe. Suddenly... SMASH! A ghoul has broken through 
               the surface. He grabs Denise by the leg and begins to pull 
               her back into the hole.

               Denise screams and begins kicking violently at the ghoul. 
               She breaks and crawls from the ghoul's reach.

<b>               EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT
</b>
               Rufus and Baby have pulled the police cruiser up by the stake. 
               Rufus and Baby stand on the hood.

               Otis finishes his sermon, he raises his arm. Tiny raises the 
               torch. Otis drops his arm, signaling Tiny. Tiny throws the 
               torch onto the stake. The stake ignites into a huge FIREBALL.

<b>               EXT. FIELD - NIGHT
</b>
               Denise pulls herself to her feet and begins to run.

               The flaming object burns in the distance behind her.

               Denise stumbles toward the road on two badly injured legs.

<b>               EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT
</b>
               Rufus, Tiny and Baby jump up and down in celebration, smashing 
               the police car. Otis stands transfixed by the flames before 
               him.

<b>               EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
</b>
               Denise makes her way out onto the road. No cars are in sight. 
               In the distance headlights break through the darkness. Denise 
               stands in the middle of the road.

               The TRUCK comes into view, it is a small cube truck.

               Denise stands in the headlights, waving her arms for it to 
               stop. The truck comes to a halt.

               She runs toward the passenger's side door and climbs in.

<b>               INT. TRUCK - NIGHT
</b>
               Behind the wheel of the truck is Captain Spaulding.

               Denise is shaking from shock.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                         Go, go! Drive... drive!

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Hold on, girly, what's the problem?

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                              (becoming hysterical)
                         Murdering... blood and Jerry...
                              (starts to cry 
                              uncontrollably)
                         ...monsters... I... I... I got away...

<b>                                     CAPT. SPAULDING
</b>                         Well, I don't see what the fuck you're 
                         getting at, but I got some friends 
                         that live just up this road.

               Starts to turn the truck up the road back towards the 
               farmhouse.

<b>                                     DENISE
</b>                              (screaming)
                         No! No, that's it... that house is...
                              (tries to open the 
                              truck door)
                         ...I gotta get out, I gotta get out!

               Boom! The metal door leading to the back of the truck slides 
               open. Ravelli grabs Denise and pulls her back into the back 
               of the truck.

               SLAM! The metal door shuts.

<b>               EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
</b>
               The truck quietly turns onto the dirt road leading up to the 
               farmhouse. The jack-o'-lanterns still burn in the windows, 
               grinning their evil grin.

<b>                                         THE END
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Who helps recapture Denise after she escapes?
Who helps recapture Denise after she escapes ?
Captain Spaulding.
Captain Spaulding .
Captain Spaulding
Captain Spaulding