THE ARMY OF DARKNESS
Western Renaissance Pictures, Inc.
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Hollywood, California 90028
THE ARMY OF DARKNESS
Screenplay by Sam Raimi and Ivan Raimi
January 3, 1991
Registered with the Writers Guild of America, 1991
c 1991 by Sam and Ivan Raimi. All rights reserved.
Shooting Script 2/26/91
84 THE PRISONER NEXT TO ASH 84
eyes Ash curiously. This is Duke Henry the Red.
Oi mate, you’re not one of my
vassals. Who are you?
Who wants to know?
I am Henry the Red. Duke of Shale.
Lord of the Northlands and leader
of its mackintosh brigade.
Bollocks! You ain’t leadin’ but two things
now, mate. Jack and shit. And Jack
85 A STERN FACED ARTHUR AND HIS FOUR LIEUTENANTS 85
bollicking the doomed men:
There is an Evil that has awakened
in this land. And whilst my
mates fight for their very souls
against it, you, Duke Henry the
Red, get lost the plot you wanker. Your people
are no better than the foul
corruption that lies in the bowels
of that pit! May God have mercy
on your souls.
86 TWO OF ARTHUR’S MEN 86
crank a massive wench. Chains tighten and the heavy iron lid
slides back, revealing a dark hole. The Bog.
87 FROM THE BOWELS OF THE IRON GRATED BOG 87
a echoed wailing rises up.
88 ASH, HENRY AND THE OTHER PRISONERS 88
stiffen in fear.
89 AN OLD WOMAN AMONGST THE JEERING CROWD 89
Aye. Into the pit with the
She jams a meat pie into her mouth and cheers excitedly as
CAMERA PANS TO…
90 HENRY’S WARRIOR #1 90
as he’s thrown down into the bog. He disappears arse about tit into the
91 CAMERA PANS AND HALTS CLOSE ON ASH 91
watching gobsmacked. We hear the warrior’s echoed cry of
terror, then a SPLASH as he hits bottom.
92 CLOSE ON THE EDGE OF THE PIT 92
looking down into the blackness we hear:
HENRY’S WARRIOR #1 (O.S.)
Bloody hell… by all that’s
holy! Lower a rope! Lower… Oh,
for the love of god! no! NO!!!
The sound of ripping and scratching. The SHRIEK of terror is
cut short as…
A GEYSER OF BLOOD
erupts upward from the pit. Then silence.
93 ASH 93
is gutted in fear.
100 ASH 100
turns to Arthur and in a desperate, cowardly plea:
Hang about! There’s been some monumental
cockup. I never even saw these mutton
He spins to Duke Henry the Red.
You gotta tell ’em you don’t know
me mate. We never met. Tell him.
I think that would be damp squib, oik.