Orgy of the Dead
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"ORGY OF THE DEAD"
by
EDWARD D. WOOD, JR.
From his novel "Orgy of the Dead"
Copyright 1965 Astra Productions
"ORGY OF THE DEAD"
FADE IN:
EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT.
CLOSEUP of HEAVY RIVETED IRON DOORS with round handles
covered by spider webs.
Two "GIANTS", wearing leopard-skin shorts, iron bicep-bands and
headbands, pull the heavy iron doors open revealing the
INTERIOR of the MAUSOLEUM. There is an ornate stone sarcophagus
in the center of the room, raised up on an altar. The back wall
has a mantle with a bust of the Virgin Mary looking downward at
the coffin. There is a round red window in the center of the
wall. A ray of red light shines through the window,
illuminating the misty fog hanging in the air.
The giants walk into the Mausoleum. They lift the heavy stone
lid off of the coffin, revealing CRISWELL. He is lying in the
coffin on his back, with his arms crossed over his chest and
eyes closed. He is wearing black suit pants, a white shirt, a
black ribbon-like bow-tie, and a black satin cape.
DISSOLVE TO:
MEDIUM SHOT OF CRISWELL
We see CRISWELL, Narrator of our tale and SOLE RULER OF THE
DARK WORLD, now sitting upright, slouching somewhat in his
coffin, glancing offscreen (at his cue card).
During his monologue, each time Criswell looks up at the camera
a DRAMATIC PAUSE is inserted as he then looks back down at the
cue card and searches for his place in order to continue.
CRISWELL
I am Criswell! For years I have
told the almost unbelievable,
related the unreal, and shown it
to be more...than a fact.
Now I tell a tale of the
threshold, people, so astounding
that some of you may faint.
MONOLOGUE CONTINUES AS CAMERA CUTS TO GRAVEYARD SEQUENCE:
SHOT of an ancient TOMBSTONE, surrounded by fog, with a
human SKULL sitting at its base.
DISSOLVE TO:
CLOSEUP of BLACK RAVEN with thick fog swirling around it
DISSOLVE TO:
Another tombstone, with a cherub-like engraving on the front
DISSOLVE TO:
A plaque-like grave stone on the ground with fog swirling
over it, a Skull and a long bone sitting on the ground by it
CRISWELL (Voice Over)
This is a story of those in
the twilight time...once human,
now monsters, in a void between
the living and the dead.
Monsters to be pitied, monsters
to be despised...
CUT BACK TO CRISWELL:
CRISWELL (continuing)
A night with the Ghouls...the
ghouls reborn, from the
innnermost depths...of the
world.
TITLE MUSIC BEGINS
MAIN TITLES
TITLES are superimposed over a still photo of a Gilded Nude
Female Figure sitting on the stone altar in the MAUSOLEUM.
ASTRA PRODUCTIONS
presents
CRISWELL
in
ORGY OF THE DEAD
Copyright by Astra Productions 1965
starring
FAWN SILVER
as Black Ghoul
PAT BARRINGER
as Shirley
WILLIAM BATES
as Bob
featuring
Gold Girl Dance...........PAT BARRINGER
Hawaiian Dance.............MICKEY JINES
Skeleton Dance...........BARBARA NORDIN
Indian Dance...............BUNNY GLASER
Slave Dance..............NADEJDA DOBREV
Street Walker Dance......COLEEN O'BRIEN
Cat Dance...................TEXAS STARR
Fluff Dance................RENE DE BEAU
Mexican Dance...........STEPHANIE JONES
Zombie Dance...............DENE STARNES
Mummy.......................LOUIS OJENA
Wolf Man...................JOHN ANDREWS
Doctor...................EDWARD TONTINI
Second Doctor............WILLIAM BONNER
Giants....................ROD LINDEMANN
Detective...................JOHN BEALEY
Nurse....................ARLENE SPOONER
Costumes.................ROBERT DARIEUX
Art Director.............ROBERT LATHROP
Sets..................ERNEST BOUVENKAMP
Sound.......................DALE KNIGHT
Assistant Cameraman......ROBERT MAXWELL
Make-up.................MARGARET DAVIES
Hairdresser..............NANCY SANDOVAL
Choreographer..................MARC DESMOND
Still Photographer............ROBERT WILSON
Production Supervisor..........TAD STAFFORD
Post Production Supervisor..DONALD A. DAVIS
Color.........................EASTMAN COLOR
Processing.....CONSOLIDATED FILM INDUSTRIES
Screenplay by
EDWARD D. WOOD, JR.
From his novel "Orgy of the Dead"
Director of Cinematography
ROBERT CARAMICO
Associate Producers
WILLIAM BATES
L.S. JENSEN
NEIL B. STEIN
Produced and Directed
by
A. C. STEPHEN
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN.
EXT. HIGHWAY IN WILDERNESS. "NIGHT"
A CONVERTIBLE is driving along a DESERT ROAD. LONG SHOTS of
the automobile driving are filmed in bright sunlight. The
desert hills are clearly visible in the background, with only
a slight darkening to suggest day-for-night, but the car's
headlights are on so we clearly understand that it is pitch
black in the dead of night.
CUT TO:
MEDIUM SHOT - BOB AND SHIRLEY IN CAR. NIGHT
BOB and SHIRLEY are seated in the CONVERTIBLE, driving through
the night, on a "date". They are searching for an ancient
CEMETERY. MEDIUM SHOTS have a pitch black background and dark
shadows across the car.
Shirley is leaning over in her seat toward Bob, who is
driving.
SHIRLEY
We sure picked the wrong night
to find a cemetery. Let's turn
back.
BOB
No. It's on a night like this
when the best ideas come to mind.
SHIRLEY
But does it have to be in a
cemetery?
BOB
You wouldn't understand. Seeing
a cemetery on a night like this
can stir in the mind the best
ideas for a good horror story.
SHIRLEY
But there're so many wonderful
things to write about, Bob.
BOB
Sure there are--and I've tried
them all. Plays, love stories,
westerns, dog stories. Huh,
now there was a good one, that
dog story all about--
SHIRLEY
(interrupting)
But horror stories! Why all the
time horror stories?
BOB
Shirley, I wrote for years
without selling a single word.
Bob lets go of the wheel with his right arm and puts it around
Shirley, who leans closer against him.
BOB
My monsters have done well for
me. You think I'd give that up
just so I could write about
trees, or dogs, or daisies?
Huhuh--Daisies! That's it,
I'll write about my creatures
who are pushing up the daisies.
Shirley looks up at Bob and smiles. He tilts his head down and
they kiss.
BOB
Your puritan upbringing holds
you back from my monsters, but
it certainly doesn't hurt your
art of kissing.
SHIRLEY
That's life. My kisses are
alive.
BOB
Who's to say my monsters
aren't alive?
LONG SHOT of the car driving down the road
CUT back to MEDIUM SHOT of Bob and Shirley
BOB
All of my books are based on
fact, or legend. Thats perhaps
why they're more interesting
and sell in the top spots.
SHIRLEY
Well, fact or not, I don't
see how we're going to find
an ancient cemetery in these
mountains tonight. I can't
see a thing! Let's turn back.
BOB
There's an old cemetery on
this road. I've been there
before.
LONG SHOT of car driving up a desert road with a sandy
mountain in the background.
SHIRLEY
I'm getting the jitters!
Let's turn back!
BOB
(reluctantly)
Okay.
Bob takes his arm from around Shirley and puts it back on the
wheel.
BOB
Just as soon as I find a
place wide enough to turn
around.
CLOSEUP of CAR INTERIOR - DASHBOARD.
CUT BACK TO MEDIUM SHOT - Bob and Shirley
SHIRLEY
Not so fast!
We hear sounds of tires squealing on the road.
CLOSEUP of car wheel racing along the road.
CUT BACK TO MEDIUM SHOT - Bob and Shirley
SHIRLEY
(desperately)
Not so fast!
CLOSEUP - CAR PEDALS. Bob steps hard on the brake,
then pumps the brake repeatedly.
CUT BACK TO MEDIUM SHOT - Bob and Shirley. Shirley screams
and hides her face with her hands.
ZOOM IN on a high dirt bank at the roadside, then the screen
swirls and spins quickly to suggest a dizzying automobile
crash.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
Bob and Shirley are lying on their backs, unconcsious,
on the ground. The ground is covered by scattered leaves.
Misty fog swirls over them.
(beat)
Shirley wakes up and sits upright groggily. She looks
around, then looks down at Bob. She moves toward him and
cradles his head in her lap.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT
Cemetery is filled with fog. We see a large stone throne
framed by ornate columns, with an altar beneath it. There
are tombstones in the background, and skulls and bones on
the ground.
CAMERA PANS RIGHT across a small clearing to the MAUSOLEUM.
CRISWELL (VO)
It is said on clear nights,
beneath the cold light of the
moon, howl the dog and the wolf,
and creeping things crawl out
of the slime. It is then the
ghouls feast in all their
radiance.
The Mausoleum doors creak open on their own, and Criswell
quickly stalks out across the clearing, hiding his face
behind his long black cape which is held up with his bent
elbow against his face, in Dracula fashion.
CRISWELL (VO - Continuing)
It is on nights like this most
people prefer to steer clear of,
uh, Burial Grounds. It is on
nights like this, that the
creatures are said to appear,
and to walk!
CUT TO:
MEDIUM SHOT, CRISWELL CLIMBING ONTO HIS THRONE
Criswell walks up the steps to the altar, across the altar,
and then sits down on the stone seat. He then slowly lowers
his cape from his face and regally looks off to the right
(at his cue card).
CRISWELL
The day is gone, the night is
upon us, and the moon, which
controls all of the underworld,
once again shines...in radiant
contentment.
(beat)
Come forth, come forth, o
Princess of Darkness.
Criswell repeatedly beckons slowly toward himself with his
right hand, staring across the clearing at the mausoleum.
The PRINCESS OF DARKNESS is standing in front of the
Mausoleum. She walks into the clearing with an entrancing
demeanor, her arms outstretched straight in front of her.
She is wearing a long black low-cut dress with long open
sleeves. The sleeves are lined with red and hang down a
couple feet from her wrists. She walks slowly over toward
Criswell's throne.
The Princess of Darkness stands beside Criswells throne,
crosses her forearms in front of her chest, and bows toward
him. He nods toward her. She reaches out and places her
left hand on Criswell's right hand.
CRISWELL (VO)
Time seems to stand still. Not
so the ghouls, when a night of
Pleasure is at hand!
Criswell continues to hold the Princess of Darkness's hand,
and she looks at him seductively.
CRISWELL
If I am not pleased by tonight's
entertainment, I shall banish
their souls to everlasting
damnation!
The Princess of Darkness again crosses her arms in front of
her chest and slowly bows to Criswell.
CUT TO shot of the FULL MOON with dramatic cymbals crashing,
then back.
CRISWELL
And who is to be first?
The Princess of Darkness claps twice, summoning the first of
the night's entertainers. These poor souls must dance for
Criswell's approval. If he is pleased, they can continue to
entertain him for centuries, but if not, they will be banished
to everlasting damnation by the All-powerful Criswell.
LONG SHOT OF THE CLEARING. Huge flames rise from the ground
in front of the clearing. The INDIAN GIRL enters the clearing
and begins to Dance. She is wearing a red Native American-
style dress and headband.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
One who loved flames. Her lover
was killed by flames. She died
in flames.
The INDIAN GIRL DANCE begins.
The Indian Girl dances around for awhile, then dances away
into the foggy background.
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
Bob slowly wakes up and sits up. Bob and Shirley look
around.
EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT
The Princess of Darkness points dramatically toward the
mausoleum and begins to speak without moving her lips! A
marvel of filmmaking art.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
(out of sync with picture)
One who prowls the lonely streets
at night in life is bound to prowl
them in eternity.
The STREET WALKER DANCE begins. The STREET WALKER walks
into the clearing wearing a pink dress and purple feather
boa, and beckons with her finger as if to say, "Come here,
Criswell!"
EXT. WOODS. NIGHT.
At the car accident scene with Bob and Shirley, slow jazz
music is audible from the nearby festivities in the cemetery.
Bob and Shirley are still sitting on the ground, looking
toward the source of the music.
CRISWELL (VO)
Ahh, the curiousity of youth...
on the road to ruin! May it
ever be so adventurous!
SHIRLEY
I'm so frightened.
BOB
Well we certainly can't stay
here. C'mon.
SHIRLEY
Where?
BOB
In there.
SHIRLEY
It frightens me.
BOB
Silly, there's nothing in
there to be afraid of.
SHIRLEY
Then..then what's that music?
BOB
That's what I want to find out.
We have to get help.
SHIRLEY
What help can we possibly find
in the cemetery at this time of
night?
BOB
Something's making that music.
SHIRLEY
I'm not sure I care to find out
what it is.
BOB
All right. Don't worry, I'll
be right beside you.
SHIRLEY
What help will that do if
something in there isn't dead?
BOB
Not dead? In a cemetery?
SHIRLEY
I can't imagine anything dead
playing that music.
BOB
Well, it's probably just the
caretaker, and that's exactly
who we want to find. They'll
have a telephone. C'mon.
Bob helps Shirley up from the ground and leads her into the
thick bushes.
EXT. CEMETERY, NIGHT
Criswell nods repeatedly, smiling at the dancer in approval.
The Street Walker's clothes have suddenly disappeared.
Bob and Shirley creep beneath the bushes, crouched down low.
They reach the edge of the clearing where Criswell and the
Princess of Darkness are watching the Street Walker Dance.
SHIRLEY
Could it be some kind of
college initiation?
BOB
It's an initiation all right,
but not of a college as you
and I know them. Nothing
alive looks like that!
SHIRLEY
Can't we get out of here?
BOB
I'm not sure...
SHIRLEY
What do you mean?
BOB
I'm not sure, myself. It's
just a feeling I've had
since the crash...Like I
feel a cold chill all over..
..Now this!
The Street Walker dances with a Skeleton that is hanging by
the door of the mausoleum.
The Street Walker dance ends.
CRISWELL
I would see for approval, the
one who in life worshipped
gold above all else.
The Princess of Darkness points dramatically toward the
mausoleum again to start off the next dance.
The giants walk to the doors, now wearing red and white
horizontal-striped miniskirts (or ancient egyptian garb?).
They pull the iron doors open slowly, and we see the GOLD
GIRL DANCER lying on her back on the altar inside.
SHIRLEY
(pointing toward the mausoleum)
Look!
BOB
Be careful!--They'll see you.
The Gold Girl Dancer rises slowly and seductively from the
table, then stalkingly dances out into the clearing. She is
wearing a metallic gold tunic-like dress.
We see a shot of Bob and Shirley watching, and suddenly the
Gold Girl's dress has disappeared.
The Gold Girl Dance continues.
CRISWELL
Throw gold at her.
The giants pick up a bucket of gold doubloons and begin
slowly sprinkling them over the Gold Girl as she dances.
She sits on the ground and reaches for the falling coins.
CRISWELL
More gold.
The giants continue dropping gold coins on the Gold Girl.
She picks up the gold coins, rubbing them over her body,
in ecstasy.
CRISWELL
(excitedly)
More gold!
The giants continue, to the delight of Criswell. The Gold
girl tries to scoop all the scattered coins closer to her.
CRISWELL
(impatiently)
More gold!
The giants continue. Criswell is thrilled, and begins to
LAUGH loudly.
CRISWELL
(to the Princess)
For all eternity, she shall
have gold.
The Princess of Darkness laughs in acknowledgement, then
claps her hands twice, commanding the Giants to finish the
ceremony.
The Giants walk toward the Gold Girl, who is still on the
ground playing with the gold coins and rubbing them on her
body. The giants pick up the Gold Girl, who resists, trying
to maintain contact with the gold. She reaches for it as
they lift her up.
CLOSEUP of a BUBBLING GIANT CAULDRON full of a substance that
is supposed to look like gold.
The Giants dip the Gold Girl feet first into the cauldron,
submerging her entire body.
A few seconds later, the giants lift the Gold Girl out of the
cauldron. Her body is now entirely gilded, and she is stiff.
They lift her onto their shoulders, carrying her like a board,
walking in front of Criswell's throne, then back into the
mausoleum, laying her body on the altar.
We see Bob and Shirley, looking dismayed.
CRISWELL (VO)
And both couldn't help but
remember a line from one of
Bob's stories: "A sudden wind
howls. The night things are
all about me. Every shadow, a
beckoning invitation...to
disaster. I know I should
think of other things, of
pleasant things, but I can't.
How can I think of other things,
of pleasant things, when I am
in a place surrounded by
shadows and objects, which can
take any shape, here in the
darkness...Any shape my mind
can conceive."
Deep in the woods, we see THE WOLF MAN and THE MUMMY, walking
quickly.
Suddenly, Bob and Shirley are grabbed from behind by the WOLF
MAN and the MUMMY. The Wolf Man and The Mummy drag Bob and
Shirley over to the clearing near Criswell's throne.
The Princess of Darkness is now seated at Criswell's right
side with him on his throne.
CRISWELL
Bring 'em in!
The Princess of Darkness stands and walks to the end of the
altar below Criswell's throne, then sits on the lower seat at
the end of the altar and crosses her legs.
The Wolf Man and The Mummy drag Bob and Shirley over to the
center of the clearing to face Criswell, The Sole Ruler of
the Dark World.
CRISWELL
They are live ones?
THE MUMMY
(with audible tape hiss added)
Yes, Master.
CRISWELL
Live ones where only the dead
should be?
THE MUMMY
Yes, Master, and we caught
them, him and me.
The Mummy motions toward the Wolf Man.
THE WOLF MAN
WWWWOOOOOOAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHAHAAAA!!!
CRISWELL
You shall both be rewarded.
(To Princess)
My Dear Empress of the Night,
put these intruders to the
test.
Medium Shot of Princess of Darkness. (Suddenly the Princess
of Darkness is beside the throne again, several feet from the
seat at the foot of the altar)
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
But they are not yet one of us.
CRISWELL
(happily)
A situation easily remedied.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
Tie them that they may watch.
CUT back to long shot of the entire throne and throne altar.
The Princess of Darkness is now seated again at the end of
the altar.
The Wolf Man and The Mummy tie Bob and Shirley to very tall
grave stones.
CUT to medium-close shot of Princess of Darkness, whose chest
is heaving excitedly as she grips the handle of the long
sacrificial dagger tucked into the belt at her waist.
SHIRLEY
(desperately, to Criswell)
Fiend! Fiend!
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
To love the cat, is to be
the cat!
Criswell motions toward The Princess of Darkness, who then
walks back up onto the altar and then sits down beside
Criswell again.
The CAT GIRL DANCE begins.
CRISWELL
(jovially)
A pussycat is born to be
whipped.
The Cat Girl Dance ends.
CRISWELL
(excitedly)
It will please me very much
to see the Slave Girl with
her tortures!
CUT TO interior of the stone mausoleum. The Ancient Egyptian
SLAVE GIRL is chained from her wrists to a high hook on the
wall. One of the "giants" pretends to whip her with a cat
o' nine tails.
CUT back to CRISWELL.
CRISWELL
(excitedly)
Torture! Torture! It
pleasures me!
The slave girl pulls with all her might and the chains
suddenly pop off the hook. She then pushes the iron doors
open and dances out into the clearing.
The Slave Dance concludes.
SHIRLEY
I'm so frightened.
BOB
You've got a right to be.
We're trapped by a bunch of
fiends.
SHIRLEY
Those creatures..!
BOB
Don't let them hear you.
SHIRLEY
What can we do?
BOB
I don't know. I just don't
know. But don't give up.
We're not finished yet.
Shirley closes her eyes and sighs.
BOB
Easy Shirley, Easy! Panic
won't do us any good! Let
me think. We've got to
stall for time.
SHIRLEY
I'm afraid I'll faint.
BOB
Whatever you do, don't do
that.
The Camera zooms back and we see that the Wolf Man and The
Mummy are hiding behind Bob and Shirley. The Wolf Man has
his hand up to his ear so he can hear what Bob and Shirley
are saying.
The Wolf Man and The Mummy then creep over toward Criswell's
throne.
The Wolf Man whispers into The Princess of Darkness's ear while
The Mummy and Criswell watch.
The Princess of Darkness gets up from the throne and walks over
to Shirley. Shirley grimaces. The Princess of Darkness
unbuttons Shirley's blouse, then marks Shirley's abdomen with
a red (blood?) cross using her long sharp fingernail.
Shirley screams.
The Princess of Darkness pulls her long dagger out of her belt
and raises it, staring into Shirley's eyes. Suddenly, Criswell
yells:
CRISWELL
HOLD!
The Princess of Darkness pauses and looks back at Criswell.
CRISWELL
Let her continue to learn.
The time is not yet right
that they should join with
us.
The Princess of Darkness reluctantly puts her dagger back in
her belt and tucks Shirley's blouse back in.
The Princess of Darkness walks back to Criswell's throne.
He pulls a human skull out from behind his seat.
CRISWELL
...And what is this?
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
A symbol, Master.
CRISWELL
What kind of symbol?
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
She loved the bull ring
and the matador. She
danced to their destruction.
Now she dances to her own
destruction. Her dance is
of skulls.
The Princess of Darkness takes the skull from Criswell and
throws it dramatically into the clearing.
The MEXICAN DANCE (SKULL DANCE) ensues.
CRISWELL
She came to us on the Day of
the Dead.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
El Dia De Los Muertos...A
celebration in her country.
CRISWELL
Her dance has pleased me.
The Princess of Darkness snaps her fingers, starting the
HAWAIIAN DANCE (SNAKE DANCE).
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
With the loss of her lover,
this one cast herself into
the Volcano's fire.
A couple times during the dance, there are abrupt cuts to
STOCK FOOTAGE of a rattlesnake in a bright daylight shot in
tall dry grass. (Looks like it was from a documentary)
CRISWELL
She was?
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
As I said, a worshipper of
snakes, and of smoke, and
flames.
CRISWELL
Oh, yes, a religion of sorts.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
It would seem so, Master.
Hawaiian Dance continues, then cut to The Mummy and The Wolf
Man.
THE MUMMY
I don't like snakes. I remember
the one Cleopatra used. Cute
little rascal until it flicked
out that red tongue, and those
two sharp fangs. You'd never
think such a little thing
packed such a big wallop.
THE WOLF MAN
Aaaaahhnnnhaaaaaannnhhh?
THE MUMMY
Hurt her? Hell, it killed her!
THE WOLF MAN
(in agreement)
Aaaahhhhnnnahhhnnnggnnn.
Hawaiian/Snake Girl continues to dance.
THE MUMMY
We had lots of snakes in my
ancient Egypt...slimy, slinky
things.
THE WOLF MAN
Aahhhhnnnaaahahnn.
AaaaaahhhhoooWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THE MUMMY
When I was alive, they were the
things nightmares were made of.
THE WOLF MAN
Aaarrrgggaahh.
The Hawaiian Dance ends.
CRISWELL
She pleases me. Permit her to
live in the World of the Snakes.
(audible cue card flip)
CRISWELL
(continuing, after finding his place on the next cue card)
Now, I will talk...to The
Wolf Man...and The Mummy.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
As you wish, Master
The Princess of Darkness motions for The Wolf Man and The Mummy
to come.
THE MUMMY
He wants us.
THE WOLF MAN
Aaahhnnnahnnnn.
THE MUMMY
What do you suppose for?
THE WOLF MAN
Aaaaannnnnuuunnnuhhhhh?
THE MUMMY
Did you do something to get
us into trouble again?
THE WOLF MAN
Aannnnaahhnn.
THE MUMMY
Did you howl off-key at
the moon again?
THE WOLF MAN
Aannnnaahhnn.
THE MUMMY
I can't remember doing
anything wrong either.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
COME!
THE MUMMY
We better go before we
make him mad.
The Wolf Man and The Mummy walk over to Criswell's Throne.
THE MUMMY
(apprehensively)
We are your servants, Master.
The Wolf Man bows to Criswell.
CRISWELL
Of course you are.
The Wolf Man and the Mummy crouch in fear as they face Criswell.
THE MUMMY
Have we in some way made
you angry, Master?
CRISWELL
You know better than that.
THE MUMMY
We don't know of anything,
Master...
CRISWELL
Then why do you shake so?
THE MUMMY
It's not often an Emperor
like you calls on creatures
like us.
CRISWELL
Well rest easy, I'm not
angry with either of you.
THE MUMMY
(relieved)
Aaaahhhh.
The Mummy Sighs in relief and the Wolf Man nods.
THE MUMMY
Then it is some service you
desire of us.
CRISWELL
You are the keepers of the
Damned. You two know them all.
And I am tired of this usual
type of entertainment.
I want...a decided change.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
The moon!...is soon gone!
The Princess of Darkness points up at the full moon.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
There is little time left for
the remainder of the evening's
pleasures.
The Princess of Darkness gets up from the seat at the end of
the altar and walks around beside Criswell's throne.
CRISWELL
Yes, yes yes I know all that.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
At the first sight of the
morning sun's rays, we must
be gone.
CRISWELL
I suppose most of the others
will have to wait for their
judgement until after the next
full moon.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
It would seem so, Master
CRISWELL
Ahh, but I declare there is
still time for something.
THE MUMMY
There are one or two which
should complement the night's
entertainment, Master
CRISWELL
Ahh, good. Then I will
see them. Dismiss the rest.
THE MUMMY
Yes, sir, Master.
Bob's hands are wiggling, trying to loosen the rope binding
his wrists behind his back around the stone column.
BOB
The ropes are coming loose.
SHIRLEY
Be careful!
BOB
I am--It's our only chance.
SHIRLEY
Nothing is worth your life.
BOB
My guess is if we don't
take the chance pretty soon,
we're not going to have much
life left anyway.
SHIRLEY
I'm frightened. I'm so
frightened.
BOB
Hold on just a little
longer, Shirley.
SHIRLEY
Be careful, oh please be
careful. We'll never get
out of here alive, I know
it. I just feel it.
BOB
You do?
SHIRLEY
Yes I feel it in my bones.
BOB
You're talking nonsense.
SHIRLEY
Oh, no I'm not. These
heathens probably have
an open grave for us.
BOB
They wouldn't dare put
us in the same grave--
or would they?
SHIRLEY
I should hope not. I
hate you!
BOB
That sudden?
SHIRLEY
Yes, that sudden. If it weren't
for you we wouldn't be hunting
for an old cemetery on a
night like this. It's all
your fault.
BOB
(dejected)
...And I thought you loved me.
The Princess of Darkness is leaning over, covering her mouth
and whispering into Criswell's ear, looking over her hand back
at Shirley.
CRISWELL
Not yet. I perhaps have other
plans for such a pretty one.
No matter, I will tell you when
and if you may have her.
The Princess of Darkness crosses her forearms and bows to
Criswell.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
The Wolf Man informs me that
the next one is the woman who
murdered her husband on their
wedding night. Now she dances
with his skeleton.
The SKELETON DANCE begins.
The SKELETON DANCE GIRL, wearing a white dress and long
wedding veil, comes into the clearing with a skeleton. She
dances with the skeleton, then dances in the clearing for
Criswell.
The Skeleton Dance concludes.
CRISWELL
(to Shirley)
Have you not enjoyed the
evening's festivities?
Shirley is silent and looks downward.
CRISWELL
Ahh, that will soon change
when you become one of us!
The Wolf Man leans back and howls. (He tilts his head back so
far his fake rubber wolfman mask comes up and you can see his
skin at the bottom of his neck)
THE WOLF MAN
WWAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAHHGGGGHHHAAAA-
AAAAAAAAAHHGGGGGHHHHHHHhhhhhh!
CRISWELL
It would seem that The
Wolf Man would have you
for his own!
SHIRLEY
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
CRISWELL
I have promised both The
Wolf Man and The Mummy a
reward. It could be that
you are that reward.
SHIRLEY
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
CRISWELL
You need not worry...Not just
now, anyway.
BOB
Leave her alone, you fiend!
CRISWELL
Fiend is it! You will not
be so fortunate. Your
existence will cease within
moments. No one wishes to
see a man dance...
(looking at Shirley)
And you, my dear, will entertain
for centuries to come.
BOB
If I could get my hands on
you...
CRISWELL
..Oh, You could do nothing!
(to Shirley)
I can save you much pain.
BOB
Leave her alone, I tell you!
CRISWELL
(to Shirley)
I do not joke in my proposal.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
She is to be mine! It is so
spoken!
CRISWELL
The Princess of Darkness would
have you for her own to join us
through extreme pain.
(beat)
Yet I am inclined for one as
lovely as you, to be more lenient.
I have but to touch you with my
finger, and it would mean the end
of you, all over, quickly and
painlessly...
SHIRLEY
No. No! No!
CRISWELL
I repulse you? Very well. It
seems you have chosen your own
fate. Live with it! I should
say die with it!
Bob looks down somberly, then looks over at Shirley.
BOB
I've got the ropes loose now.
I've got my hands free. Be
careful--Don't change your
expression too much. They
must not catch on.
SHIRLEY
What can we do against them?
BOB
I don't know, yet. We'll
just have to watch our chance.
When it comes I'll know what
to do--I hope I'll know what
to do.
SHIRLEY
I still don't know what ever
made me go steady with a
crackpot writer like you.
BOB
All right. Put it on heavy.
SHIRLEY
My old boyfriend Tommy would
never have gotten me in a
mess like this. At least he's
got brains.
BOB
Him! I'll bet he sleeps
with all the lights on.
SHIRLEY
Maybe so.
CUT TO shot of The Mummy talking to The Wolf Man
THE MUMMY
I could make her another
Cleopatra...
THE WOLF MAN
Ahh hahahhnnn hahnnn!
THE MUMMY
Without the snake, of
course.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
(impatiently)
Well?
CRISWELL
Ahh, she will be yours.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
(impatiently)
When!?
CRISWELL
At your discretion...But
first, I desire more
entertainment.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
The moon is almost gone!
CRISWELL
Ahh, there is yet time.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
At the first sight of the
morning's rays' light...
CRISWELL
(getting annoyed)
I know the laws of the night.
I state there is still time
for yet another.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
(forcefully)
I would have time for my
own pleasures!
CRISWELL
(angrily)
Your own pleasure comes only
after mine, when I desire it.
I am the Sole Ruler of the
Dark World. There is no one
to challenge my authority here.
My word is the law--all powerful.
No one is to challenge that
authority, no one!. Is that
understood? It is my command.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
I understand, Master
CRISWELL
Then see that it does not
happen again, in the penalty of
Everlasting Despair. Now are
there others?
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
There are others.
CRISWELL
Well then let us proceed.
The Princess of Darkness snaps her fingers three times,
summoning the Zombie Dance Girl.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
She lived as a zombie in life,
so she will remain forever a
zombie in death.
The ZOMBIE DANCE GIRL dances.
BOB
Easy, Shirley. Easy!
The Zombie Dance concludes.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
The moon sinks lower into the
hills! We must hurry to the
finish.
CRISWELL
I will decide the conclusion.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
(impatiently)
You had the mummy cancel all
the others scheduled for this
session.
CRISWELL
(interrupting)
Then cancel my order.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
The moon is almost gone!
CRISWELL
There is yet time. Don't
you want your own pleasure?
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
Oh, if there is only time!
CRISWELL
Hahh, there is always time...
All in good time...there is
always time. You shall
have your pleasure. THAT...
I decree
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
(looking at Shirley)
All others were but infinitessimal
bits of fluff, compared to her
(toward the Dancer)
This one would have died for
feathers, furs, and fluff...and
so she did!
The FLUFF DANCE Girl dances for approval.
The Fluff Dance ends.
Criswell looks over at the Princess of Darkness.
CRISWELL
The time...is short.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
For what!?!
CRISWELL
Your pleasures of course!
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
You mean...!
CRISWELL
You may take her now.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
Is there time?
CRISWELL
You better hope there is.
PRINCESS OF DARKNESS
Thank you, Master! Thank
you.
CRISWELL
Now hurry, hurry. I will
watch! Your desires may be
my pleasure also...Our fitting
climax to an evening's enter-
tainment. You must...hurry
now.
The Princess of Darkness begins ceremoniously dancing with
her long sacrificial dagger, slowly moving toward shirley,
gazing back at Criswell seductively. She finally gets to
Shirley and cuts the button off of Shirley's shirt, which
was so tight it was about to burst open anyway. She unsnaps
the front of Shirley's bra.
Bob sees his chance and makes his attempt at a "move," merely
stepping forward. He is instantly hammer-fisted on the back
of the neck by The Wolf Man, and falls down unconscious.
The Princess of Darkness raises her long dagger high above
Shirley's head. But suddenly, the sun rises (it is already
high overhead), and the night creatures lose their power. The
Princess of Darkness clings to Shirley's arm, as she slowly
sinks down to the ground, losing all strength.
The Camera pans around, showing Shirley and Bob's faces, then
back to the ghouls, all of whom have turned to steaming
skeletons. Only their clothing and bones remain.
Quick Zoom in on Criswell's throne. Criswell's steaming
skeleton still sits, surveying the cemetery, wearing his cape.
FADE TO BLACK
FADE IN.
EXT. WOODS - MORNING
At the clearing in the woods near the car wreck, Bob and
Shirley are lying on their backs on the ground, just as they
were after the crash, before they got up to investigate the
strange music that led them to the ghouls.
There are two DOCTORS examining Bob and Shirley.
In the foreground, we see a REPORTER's shoulder and hands.
He is writing down details of the accident in a small paper
pad.
DOCTOR #1
Easy, Miss, everything's
gonna be alright.
SHIRLEY
Bob? Bob?
DOCTOR #1
He's right here beside you.
He'll be alright too.
The reporter walks around and crouches beside Shirley and
DOCTOR #1, and continues writing in his pad.
A Newspaper PHOTOGRAPHER crouches in the foreground to get a
shot of the accident scene and victims.
SHIRLEY
Where are they, where did
they go? They tried to kill
me.
DOCTOR #2
What's this you say? Who
was going to kill you?
SHIRLEY
The ghouls--they all turned
into skeletons.
DOCTOR #2
Take it easy, Miss.
DOCTOR #1
What she needs is a good
rest.
SHIRLEY
It's true, I tell you, it's
true! They all turned into
skeletons. She-she cut me
here.
Shirley points to her abdomen where The Princess of Darkness
had made the X with her fingernail.
NURSE crouches down and pulls out a length of medical tape,
then hands it to the doctor. She cuts another piece of
tape, but the Doctors don't realize this and leave her
hanging...
DOCTOR #1
Probably was bruised in the
crash.
DOCTOR #2
You know, you two were very
lucky.
SHIRLEY
I love you Bob. I really do.
Forgive me?
BOB
There's nothing to forgive.
It was all a dream.
SHIRLEY
You love me then?
BOB
Of course I do.
The doctors put Shirley onto a stretcher while the photographer
takes more pictures. They put her into the back of an
ambulance.
Then after the doctor listens to Bob's neck with a stethoscope,
Bob just gets up and walks into the back of the ambulance.
CRISWELL (VO)
As it is with all the Night
People, they are destroyed
by the first rays of the sun.
But upon the first appearance
of the deep shadows of the
night, and when the moon is
full, they will return, to
rejoice...in their evil lust,
and take back with them any
mortal who might happen along.
CUT TO:
INT. MAUSOLEUM, MORNING.
Criswell is back in his coffin, sitting upright.
CRISWELL
Yes, they were lucky, those two
young people...May you be so
lucky...But do not trust to
luck, at the full of the moon,
when the night is dark...Make
a wide path around the unholy
grounds...of the Night People.
Who can say that we do not
exist-Can you?
But now, we return to our
graves, and you
(pointing at audience)
may join us soon!
Criswell reclines back into his coffin, crossing his arms, and
returning to the slumber of the undead.
THE END.
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APPENDIX:
DANCES IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE IN THE FILM:
1. Indian Dance...............BUNNY GLASER (Fire)
2. Street Walker Dance......COLEEN O'BRIEN
3. Gold Girl Dance...........PAT BARRINGER (Also Shirley)
4. Cat Dance...................TEXAS STARR
5. Slave Dance..............NADEJDA DOBREV (Ancient Egyptian)
6. Mexican Dance...........STEPHANIE JONES (Skulls)
7. Hawaiian Dance.............MICKEY JINES (Snakes)
8. Skeleton Dance...........BARBARA NORDIN (Murdered husband,
wedding night)
9. Zombie Dance...............DENE STARNES
10. Fluff Dance................RENE DE BEAU
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Transcribed by Jake Royal
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