The Cemetery Artist Ed Gein: a True American Horror Story a Film by Brian Lee Tucker
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The Cemetery Artist / Ed Gein: a True American Horror Story The Cemetery Artist Ed Gein: a True American Horror Story A film by Brian Lee Tucker 1 The Cemetery Artist / Ed Gein: a True American Horror Story FADE IN EXT. THE GEIN FAMILY FARM – 1922 – DAY {A sixteen year old ED GEIN is raking leaves with his brother, HENRY, in the front yard. ED stops raking and glances around, whispering to HENRY.} ED: I got a half pint of dad’s stash. HENRY: {mortified} are you nuts? What if he notices it’s missing? ED: He won’t, come on. EXT. BEHIND THE BARN {ED and HENRY are sitting on a bale of hay passing the bottle back and forth when their mother, AUGUSTA, comes sneaking around the corner, surprising them. She is carrying a long switch made from a sticker bush in one hand and a Bible in the other. She is a fervent Lutheran, always preaching to her boys about the innate immorality of the world, the evil of drinking, and the belief that all women were naturally prostitutes and instruments of the devil. She reserved time every afternoon to read to them from the Bible, usually selecting graphic verses from the Old Testament concerning death, murder, and divine retribution. Henry and Ed have remained detached from people outside of their farmstead, and had only each other for company.} 2 The Cemetery Artist / Ed Gein: a True American Horror Story AUGUSTA: Ah-ha! Gotcha! HENRY: But mama, Ed made me- AUGUSTA: Don’t bother with your lies, Henry Gein. I know who does what around here, and I know darn well how much was left in your worthless father’s stash. ED: I’m sorry, mother. AUGUSTAL Not half as sorry as you’re gonna be. Now in the barn with the both of you. Bend over the trough and assume the position, you know the drill. {A heartbroken ED and HENRY shuffle slowly into the barn, with an angry AUGUSTA following close behind. Within seconds we hear the anguished crying of ED and HENRY as she lays down the switch on their bare behinds.} INT. THE KITCHEN – NIGHT {The whole FAMILY is at the dinner table, eating in an uncomfortable silence. The father, GEORGE, sits at the end of the table sipping liquor with his meal, much to the silent protest of his wife, who glares at him hatefully. The boys sit in silence, nervous and fidgety, barely picking at their food.} INT. THE KITCHEN – AN HOUR LATER {GEORGE is still sitting at the table smoking a cigarette and sipping liquor as 3 The Cemetery Artist / Ed Gein: a True American Horror Story AUGUSTA cleans the dishes. Unable to hold her tongue any longer, she turns around and places her hands on her hips like a drill Sergeant and glares at him some more.} AUGUSTA: Your boys are ending up just like you. GEORGE: {disinterested} and just how’s that? AUGUSTA: Drinking and smoking, sneaking around behind my back – just like you. GEORGE: {sarcastically} Ed is nothing like me. He’s a little mama’s boy, should be wearing a dress instead of coveralls. AUGUSTA: At least he’s no out whoring around, carousing with barflies. GEORGE: {grinning} Oh, that’s right; all women are naturally prostitutes and instruments of the devil. Which means that since you’re a woman, you must be evil too, right? {AUGUSTA’S eyes fill with rage now as she steps closer, her fists balled up as if to strike him. He smiles, thinking she doesn’t have the nerve.} GEORGE: I’d watch myself, woman, or- AUGUSTA: Or what? 4 The Cemetery Artist / Ed Gein: a True American Horror Story {AUGUSTA’S face furrows into a frown of rage and fury, and GEORGE backs off.} AUGUSTA: I thought so. INT. THE BOY’S BEDROOM – NIGHT {ED and HENRY lie in their beds whispering to each other in the dark.} ED: Henry, are you asleep? HENRY: No, you goof. How could I be asleep already with briars in my butt? ED: Why doesn’t dad love me, Henry? HENRY: Because he thinks you’re a mama’s boy. ED: But I’m not. HENRY: {hatefully} Oh yes you are. If you had your nose any farther up her butt, you could smell what she had for breakfast. ED: It ain’t so! HENRY: It is too! Mama’s boy! Mama’s boy! ED: Shut up! {ED rolls over, his eyes filled with tears, sobbing into his pillow as HENRY continues to torment him.} EXT. LOCAL CEMETERY – APRIL, 1940 - DAY 5 The Cemetery Artist / Ed Gein: a True American Horror Story {GEORGE GEIN has passed away, and AUGUSTA, ED, and HENRY are gathered around the open grave, listening to the town PASTOR, DAN, give a short but sweet eulogy. AUGUSTA is shedding crocodile tears while ED stands emotionless and indifferent, while HENRY seems genuinely grieved by his death.} DISSOLVE TO EXT. THE GEIN FARM – 1944 – DAY {ED and HENRY are setting small fires to clear away marsh vegetation on the property. As ED rakes up some hot coals, he stops to take off his gloves and look at the blisters on his hands. HENRY sees this and begins tormenting him again.} HENRY: Mama’s boy, mama’s boy! Are your poor little hands all sore? ED: {glaring} you just think you’re hot shit since daddy died, the big boss man of the house. HENRY: That’s right, mama’s boy, and don’t you forget it. ED: I’m warning you, Henry! HENRY: Little pussy boy. I bet you ain’t had pussy since pussy had you, have you?! {ED grabs his rake and strikes HENRY in the head with it, and HENRY falls to the ground, his body as limp as a wet rag. 6 The Cemetery Artist / Ed Gein: a True American Horror Story Blood is streaming from a gash in his head and his eyes are glazed over. ED grabs him by the ankles and drags his body over and rolls it into the fire, then stands back, smiling.} EXT. THE GEIN FARM – TWO HOURS LATER {ED has allowed the fire to burn out of control to hide what he’s done, and the SHERIFF, ART SCHLEY, is there, as well as members of the FIRE DEPARTMENT, dosing what’s left with water hoses. ART walks over to ED and begins drilling him with questions about HENRY. AUGUSTA stands close by, shedding crocodile tears and feigning concern.} ART: Now, where did you say you saw your brother last, Ed? ED: {pointing} right over yonder. ART: {to his DEPUTY} Bill, go over there and check out that big patch of burnt leaves, ok? BILL: Yes sir. {As BILL walks away, ART begins drilling ED again.} ART: Ed, your story is kind of flimsy, son. Now, tell me, what really happened? ED: Like I said, the wind picked up and the fire got out of control, and he went in there to try and stomp some of it out. 7 The Cemetery Artist / Ed Gein: a True American Horror Story ART: Ed, why in the hell would he do that if he had a water hose? ED: {nervously} I don’t know. {BILL comes running back up now, out of breath.} BILL: Found him, Sheriff. He looks kind of burnt up on one side, still has a rake in one hand. I’d say the smoke overtook him. ART: {glancing at ED suspiciously} uh- huh. {ED walks over now and hugs AUGUSTA, trying to console her.} ART: I bet, just like Cain and Abel. FADE OUT FADE IN EXT. THE SIDE YARD – DAY {A small informal funeral is being held for HENRY, with the only people in attendance being ED, AUGUSTA, and the town PASTOR, DAN GAINS. As ED stands teary-eyed staring expressionless at the new grave, AUGUSTA seems irritable and impatient as she seems to think that DAN is taking too long with the eulogy.} 8 The Cemetery Artist / Ed Gein: a True American Horror Story AUGUSTA: Pastor Gains, could you please go a little faster? I have a hair appointment today. INT. THE GEIN HOME – DUSK {ED has prepared something to eat for AUGUSTA and has placed it on a serving tray. He begins to leave the kitchen when he remembers something and stops to place a fresh flower on the tray. Smiling and satisfied, he leaves the room.} INT. THE UPSTAIRS BEDROOM {ED walks into AUGUSTA’S bedroom carrying the tray to find her sitting up in bed reading the Bible. She looks weak from her recent stroke but otherwise bright eyed and bushy tailed. Upon seeing ED she forces a smile.} AUGUSTA: Oh, Eddie, is that for me? ED: Yes mother. Eggs and ham and toast with strawberry jam, just the way you like it. {ED places the tray down next to her on the bed under her approving eye. She smiles again and motions to him to sit down on the edge of the bed.} AUGUSTA: I’m sorry, Eddie, for leaving you with so much responsibility. ED: Nonsense, mother. I don’t mind at all. 9 The Cemetery Artist / Ed Gein: a True American Horror Story AUGUSTA: That’s sweet, son, but I don’t really know how you manage it all. ED: I’m fine, really. Now eat your food before it gets cold, and I’ll be back in a few minutes, ok? AUGUSTA: Ok. {As ED leaves the room, she smiles after him fondly.} INT. THE LIVING ROOM – DECEMBER 29TH, 1945 – NIGHT {As ED is still cleaning up after the Christmas holidays, AUGUSTA sits close by, reading the Bible, and sipping leftover egg nog.