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Evil Dead The Script PT 1 « Thread Started on Jan 7, 2005, 9:57pm »
Something evil is lurking deep withing the wooded moun- tains of Tennessee, and the camera takes its point of view. Rising from a swampy bog, the mud slides from view allowing it to see early morning mist hanging about the forest. Creeping silently past trees, gliding over small shrubs, it moves onward through the woods until a mammoth oak rests directly in its path. The tree is uprooted by this unseen force, and falls with a deafening crash.
ED - CAR
Near by, a stretch of highway curves along the base of a mountain. The road winds off into oblivion beyond other peaks. From behind view, the rumble of an engine can be heard. It is a large logging truck headed south. Moving away, the truck becomes smaller until finally it disap- pears in the distance. From where the truck emerged, a dilapidated gold 1973 Oldsmobile comes into view.
ID - CAR
Inside, five people can be seen. They are couples ASHLY and LINDA, SCOTT and SHELLY, and CHERYL, ASHLY's sister. Both SCOTT and SHELLY wear "Michigan State" T-shirts, and are students along with the others at that univer- sity. SCOTT is driving and SHELLY sits next to him up front. ASHLY, LINDA and CHERYL are in back. They listen to an old "Baby Moses And The Thrillers" song on the radio, and SHELLY is slapping the dash board as if it were a drum.
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Re: Evil Dead The Script PT 1 « Reply #1 on Jan 7, 2005, 9:58pm »
SHELLY
(Singing with the music)... Together, forever...
SCOTT
Ash, where are we?
ASHLY
I'll tell ya in a second. Now we're still on seventy-five just past the county border...
4 ED - W
Once again, the camera takes the point of view of the dark and brooding force which stops atop a forest ridge to peer downward. Its view focuses upon the 1973 Olds- mobile speeding along the narrow highway below.
5 ID - CAR
ASHLY traces a route on the map with his finger.
ASHLY
...Which would put us...which would put us...
SCOTT
Jesus Christ, just tell us already will ya?
ASHLY zeroes in on the map with his finger.
ASHLY
...Right...
SCOTT is growing impatient.
ASHLY
...Right...
SCOTT
Yes?
ASHLY
Here!
Suddenly, the radio stops, and the steering wheel jerks from SCOTT's hand.
6 ED - CAR
The car screetches out of control into the opposite lane. A large oncoming tanker truck with its horn screaming races toward the car on a collision coarse.
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Re: Evil Dead The Script PT 1 « Reply #2 on Jan 7, 2005, 9:58pm »
ED - CAR
At the last possible instant, SCOTT's wheel again can be controlled, and the car swerves sharply back into its own lane.
11 ED - CAR
The truck speeds harmlessly past them.
12 ID - CAR
ASHLY
d**n it Scott, what the hell was that? You trying to kill us?
SCOTT
Don't yell at me, it's your lousy steering wheel. The d**n thing jerked right out of my hand.
ASHLY
I can't understand it. I just had this thing in for a tune-up.
SHELLY
Radio's dead too, ace.
ASHLY
And I just had 'em tune up the whole thing yesterday.
SCOTT
Well, then take it back 'cause the d**n thing don't work. Only thing that works on the whole car is the lousy horn.
SCOTT honks the horn.
13 ED - CAR
Several local MEN walking down the highway respond to the horn by waving.
14 ID - CAR
SCOTT yells out the window at them.
SCOTT
Aw, go to hell, I'm not waving at ya!
He looks in the rear view mirror. The MEN are still wav- ing in the distance. SCOTT turns back to drive.
SCOTT
Jesus Christ.
SHELLY turns around in the front seat and holds up a pint of Scotch.
SHELLY
Well, I'd like to make a toast. To Scott who almost killed us.
SCOTT
Aw, eat nuts and die will ya?
SHELLY and the others laugh.
SHELLY
Okay, okay- then to a wild week-end in a wonderful cabin with good friends, (She glances at SCOTT) provided we live that long.
SHELLY cooly drinks from the Scotch and passes the bottle back to ASHLY and LINDA. ASHLY pours LINDA a drink in the bottle cap and keeps the bottle. They raise their drinks.
ASHLY and LINDA
...With good friends.
They toast, drink and react to the strong liquor. ASHLY tries to hide his reaction to the Scotch in front of LINDA, since SHELLY had reacted so calmly. ASHLY passes the bottle to CHERYL who stops him with a polite "No, thank you," then back up front to SCOTT.
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Re: Evil Dead The Script PT 1 « Reply #3 on Jan 7, 2005, 9:59pm »
LINDA
Hey Scotty, what's this place like anyway?
SCOTT
Well, the guy that's renting it says it's an old place, little run down, but it's right up in the mountains- totally secluded. (He takes a drink from the bottle) Best part is, we get it so cheap.
LINDA
Why are we getting it so cheap?
SCOTT
I don't know, might be in real bad shape.
CHERYL
You mean nobody's seen this place yet?
SCOTT
Not yet.
ASHLY
Might not be too bad.
LINDA
No...
ASHLY
Actually, it might be very nice.
LINDA
Yeah...
SHELLY
It's probably a real pit.
CHERYL
I can't believe that we're renting a place for a week-end that nobody's seen.
SCOTT
(Mumbling to himself) Jesus Christ, not this again...
CHERYL
(Turning to ASHLY) You know, mom and dad would never let us go up to a place like this if they knew-
ASHLY
-Which is exactly why they don't know. I'll tell you who I am gonna call. The guys that fixed up this car.
15 ED - CAR
The car approaches an exit along the highway.
16 ID - CAR
ASHLY glances at the map again.
ASHLY
Hey, I think this is where we get off.
17 ED - CAR
The car turns off the main highway and follows several back roads until it approaches a narrow dirt lane that winds upward along a twin set of mountains.
18 ID - CAR
SCOTT glances up to the peaks.
SCOTT
These mountains seem familiar.
LINDA
What do they remind you of? Some- thing majestic? Adventure?
SCOTT
Yeah, more like adventure.
LINDA
Any adventure in particular?
SCOTT
Shelly's sweater.
ASHLY and SCOTT laugh out loud. LINDA laughs quietly, and CHERYL lets out an embarassed giggle to herself.
SHELLY
(Teasing) Oooh, you're gonna get it Scotty, when you least expect it, you're gonna get it good.
19 ED - B
Finally, the car arrives at a wooden bridge extending over a great chasm. Carefully, the vehicle crosses.
20 ED - CAB
It is late afternoon when they eventually arrive at their destination. The small wooden cabin is surrounded by thick dark woods. SCOTT shuts off the car but it contin- ues to sputter and backfire.
21 ID - CAR
ASHLY reacts to his car.
ASHLY
I...I sent 'em a check for the tune-up. but I'm just not paying for it.
LINDA
This place is perfect.
CHERYL
The woods come awfully close to the house don't they?
SCOTT
So what's wrong with the woods, they can't bite ya.
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Re: Evil Dead The Script PT 1 « Reply #4 on Jan 7, 2005, 10:00pm »
22 ED - CAB
SCOTT moves to the front door of the cabin where he finds a small ring of keys concealed on the shelf above the door. ASHLY unloads the car to the others.
SCOTT
It's supposed to be one of these on here.
After trying several keys, he is able to unlock the door.
23 ID - M.R.
The interior of the cabin is completely dark. SCOTT opens the door and stands silhouetted in the doorway for a moment, then enters to find the light switch. The illumination reveals floors, walls, and ceilings made of cedar. There are two small bedrooms, a kitchen, and the main room which contains a stone fireplace set into the wall. An old grandfather clock stands silently in one corner, partially hidden in the shadows. A door in the rear of the cabin leads to a small work shed containing a work bench and an assortment of tools upon the wall. Located centrally in the main room is a trap door leading to the cellar. This catches SCOTT's eye.
SCOTT
Hey, this place has a dungeon.
CHERYL puts down a case of art supplies, and moves over to SCOTT by the trap door. He unlocks a chain securing the trap door with one of his keys and hands the ring to SHELLY.
SCOTT
Put these back will you?
SHELLY leaves with the keys, and SCOTT tries to open the hatch but cannot.
SCOTT
They nailed it shut.
CHERYL
Good, I don't like cellars. Probably just some garbage down there anyways.
SCOTT
Cheryl, they don't nail garbage in cellars. I mean it's not going to try and get out or anything.
CHERYL
Well, what's down there?
SCOTT
Well, could be any number of things. Old baseball cards, mushrooms, dead bodies-
LINDA
Hey, look at this!
LINDA is standing in the corner next to the old grand- father clock. She repositions a balance weight, and it begins to tick.
LINDA
Ta daaaaaa!
The others applaud and whistle. LINDA smiles.
24 ET - CAB
The cabin is seen from the outside. Twilight has come.
25 IT - M.R.
CHERYL sits alone in the living room near the window. She is drawing sketches of the old clock. As she works, the ticking stops unexpectedly. CHERYL puts down her pencil and looks up to the clock. It stands silently in the cor- ner with its hands frozen in position. There is a rust- ling from the woods. CHERYL looks out the window but can see only the trees. Something is moving outside, yet re- mains hidden within the forest. A gust of wind fills the room. CHERYL glances down at her hand. It turns a pale white and begins to shake and jerk about uncontrollably. She stares on incredulously as her hand, guided by some unseen force picks up the pencil and begins to sketch a figure upon her pad. The wind gales through the open window but dies down slowly as her hand completes the drawing. Whatever was at the edge of the woods has now retreated further into them. Her hand loses the pale cast and is now under control once more. CHERYL picks up her pad of paper. The likeness of a book with some form of ancient writing on its cover has been sketched. She looks to the woods which are now silent. A snapping of wood is heard from the cellar. CHERYL quickly turns to the trap door still nailed shut in the floor. Pos- sibly just a mouse, but she fixes her gaze upon it. Another sound, almost like faint breathing comes from the cellar.
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