House of 1000 Corpses Page #6

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BOOM! Spaulding SHOOTS Karl in the head.

The screen EXPLODES RED, then TURNS BLACK.

CAPT. SPAULDING (V.O.)

God damn it, that motherf***er got

blood all over my best clown suit.

CREDITS ROLL:

Strange paintings of demons, monsters and bizarre creatures

fade up and move across the screen.

EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - NIGHT

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.

JERRY:

Alright then, out of all of Charlie's

chicks who do you think is the

hottest?

INT. CAR - FRONT SEAT - NIGHT

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.

BILL:

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.

JERRY:

Really? Huh, I thought for sure you'd

say Lynette Fromme. She's got that

snooty vibe I know you dig.

BILL:

Sqeaky! No way, she ain't that hot.

JERRY:

She's pretty cute.

BILL:

Yeah but, she reminds me of this

chick that I remember from fourth

grade... called a... sh*t, 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.

JERRY:

(laughing)

There always one kid with no bodily

controls. We had this dude, Jeff

Baxter, he was a puker. The f***er

would just sit there puke all over

himself.

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