House on Haunted Hill

FADE IN:

BLACK SCREEN:

And in the darkness, a TICKING sound is heard. Soft and

steady -- soothing -- and then a BANG!

SMASH UP ON:

INT. HOSPITAL - BASEMENT NURSE'S STATION - NIGHT

A HAND punching a CARD into the huge, ticking TIME CLOCK on

the wall:
7:00 a.m.

PULL BACK TO REVEAL - A bleary-eyed MALE NURSE beginning

his day. Alone inside a small wood and glass cubicle, he

rips off yesterday's day-at-a-time calendar page, revealing

today's date:
October 11, 1931.

Goes to the Victrola inside the cubicle. Cranks the turntable

up to speed. Puts the huge needle down on a spinning 78: we

hear the song crackling through the empty halls of the

hospital -- depression-era Muzak: Horace Heidt & His Musical

Knight's "Keep Your Sunny Side Up"

The Nurse sharpens the last of a half-dozen pencils to needle-

points, sits down at his desk, and begins the tedium of

jotting entries into a tall stack of Patient Records.

Beat. And then he hears a soft, almost paw-like tapping on

the glass. He looks up: a PATIENT with a heavily bandaged

head is standing there, his eyes as dull and lifeless as

marbles.

The Nurse waves the Patient away. Goes back to his work.

Beat. And then the tapping is heard again. The Nurse snaps

his head up, about to bark at the man -- but the words stop

dead on his tongue:

Standing on the other side of the glass are now two dozen

patients. Likewise bandaged, staring silent and dead-eyed at

him.

Unnerved, the Nurse's finger slowly stretches towards a

buzzer-button just below the desk-top. It never makes it.

Because --

A HAND - lashes into frame and grabs the Nurse's fingers. The

Nurse looks up.

In addition to the mass of Patients outside the cubicle,

there are now six of them inside it, surrounding him. The

Nurse's eyes shoot to the still-locked doors of the cubicle,

and he utters one confused word --

MALE NURSE:

-- how -- ?

-- and then someone rams all six of his needle-sharp pencils

eraser-deep into his throat.

The Nurse gurgles and staggers -- falls back against the

Victrola, hitting the turntable crank as he goes down,

causing it to start spinning like a pinwheel.

"Keep Your Sunny Side Up" now blares through the halls triple-

time, sounding like a thousand manic chipmunks. And to the

beat of that tune, the Patients smash the CONTROL PANEL

inside the cubicle until it shorts-out and explodes! Which

pops open

INT. PATIENT CELLS -

- and sends dozens more wild, raving Humans rampaging through

the hospital, while EVERY ELECTRIC LIGHT in the place strobes

maniacally, and ORDERLIES & OTHER NURSES are chased down like

rabbits by Patients and beaten to pulp, and

INT. "THERAPY" ROOMS -

- filled with devices that look straight out of the Spanish

Inquisition are trashed to toothpicks, and some of the STAFF

are forced into devices and tortured as PATIENT RECORDS are

spindled and ignited -- flaming torches used to set

everything in the place ablaze, and A WOLFPACK OF PATIENTS

kamikaze down-

INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS

-- fling open a set of double doors marked "Cerebral

Hygiene," shouting: "Vannacutt!" And we see --

INT. CEREBRAL HYGIENE ROOM - CONTINUOUS

-- two people in surgical scrubs: the moustached Doctor

named VANNACUTT and a FEMALE NURSE wielding a 16mm camera. As

the two whip around, startled by the shouts, we see the

object of their ministrations: A PATIENT on a gurney being

filmed as his internal organs are slowly and methodically

extracted -- while still alive.

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