In 1974, a young aspiring screenwriter named Quentin Tarantino did some script rewrites for a film called "The Rocky Horror Picture Show." Unfortunately, these rewrites were discared, deemed too violent and gratuitous for a musical. Now, twenty years later, these scenes have been unearthed, including the controversial ending. Can your hearts stand the shocking terror of... P U L P R O C K Y 37a. INT. LAB-NIGHT FRANK: One from the vaults...Hey Riff? RIFF: Yes, Master? FRANK: Lemme ask you a question. RIFF: Master- FRANK: --Don't "Master" me, Riff. Now I asked you a Fuckin' question. When you came in here this morning, did you see a sign on the freezer that said, "dead biker storage?" RIFF: No. FRANK: --And do you know why you didn't see a sign that said "dead biker storage?" Because storin' dead bikers ain't my Fuckin' business... [Riff starts to "Master" him.] FRANK: I ain't through! Now don't you understand that if the police come and I got a dead body in my castle, I'm gonna go to jail? No hung jury, No parole, No slap on the wrist -- Fuckin' Jail man! Don't even think you know what goes on in jail 'cuz you don't. It's far worse that any fuckin' movie of the week. Now, I'm an adaptable person, if you got some phone calls to make - Oh wait, we don't got a phone - If you got some people to see - then do it. I want you to eat, drink, and fuckin' sleep dead bikers, 'til this "thing" is out of here. [Riff smirks as Frank exits.] RIFF: Magenta! Bring me the ax. We gotta take care of Ed. [Magenta brings the ax.] MAGENTA: Who's Ed? RIFF: Ed's dead, Baby. MAGENTA: Oh... RIFF: -And now we're gonna get mideval on his ass. Go heat the oven to 375, honey. [Magenta exits.] ----------------------------------------------- 53. INT. FRANK'S BEDROOM - NIGHT [Brad and Rocky are tied up in chairs, looking terrified.] [Frank paces back and forth, as Riff enters.] RIFF: I thought you were going to wait. FRANK: I did. They were all greased up like this when I came in. RIFF: Hey, is the Transducer gonna be okay parked out front? FRANK: Yeah, it ain't Tuesday is it? RIFF: No, it's Thursday. FRANK: Then she'll be fine. RIFF: Oh, good. FRANK: Bring out The Gimp. RIFF: --But The Gimp's asleep. FRANK: Well, I guess you're gonna have to wake him up. [Riff knocks open a hole in the wall.] RIFF (yelling in hole): Wake Up! [Riff reaches through the hole and yanks out Dr. Scott on a leash and bound in leather. He is in a wheelchair.] [We hear the sound of a toilet flushing. A door opens and Janet steps out.] THE GIMP: Janet! JANET: The Gimp! BRAD (muffled by gag): Janet! JANET: Brad? FRANK (trying to get in on it): Rocky! GIMP: Janet! JANET: The Gimp! BRAD: Janet! JANET: Brad? FRANK: Rocky. Listen, I made you, and I can blow your fuckin' head off! JANET (to Brad): --And you...after I caught you in the back of Wilson's Bakery, naked with Danny Slepstrini and fifteen Mexicans, You said no more...Fuckin' PRICK!! BRAD: I--Uhh Love you Honey-Bunny... JANET: Fuck You. ----------------------------------------------- 72a. INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT. RIFF: I love you, Pumpkin. MAGENTA: I love you too, Honey-Bunny. [Riff and Magenta fly through doors into--] 72b. INT. BALLROOM - NIGHT. RIFF (yelling to all): Everybody be cool, This is a robbery! MAGENTA: Any of you pricks move, and I'll execute every last one of you motherfuckers! Got that? [Columbia goes for the gun strapped to her thigh and screams.] COLUMBIA: Noooooo!!!!!! [Riff and Magenta blow her away. In this moment of confusion, Brad and Janet pull out matching submachine guns, Rocky pulls out a .357, and the Gimp (Dr. Scott) pulls out a hand cannon.] [Everyone holds their guns on everyone else.] [Closeup of Riff and Magenta covering the five others.] FRANK: Come on, there's only two of them, and four of you. Besides, They've only got handguns. JANET: Have you ever been shot with a handgun? MAGENTA: Everyone shut up! I'll blow all your Fucking heads off! BRAD: Okay Magenta, we're all going to be like little Fonzies. And what's Fonzie like? MAGENTA: I -- I have to pee... BRAD: What's Fonzie like, Magenta? MAGENTA (sobbing and wailing): Cool! BRAD: That's right, Magenta. And we're all going to be cool like little Fonzies. [At this moment, Frank screams and tries to escape. Then, the carnage begins.] [Riff and Magenta both pour about fifty rounds into Frank, as he explodes in slow motion Technicolor.] [Dr. Scott blows away Riff.] [Magenta riddles Dr. Scott with the rest of the rounds that she has, until nothing is left of him, except for a few pieces of pulp, plaid, and wheelchair.] [Rocky takes this opportunity to aerate Magenta, and she drops on top of Riff's lifeless body.] [Janet looks at Rocky, then at her submachine gun. She shrugs her shoulders, and annihilates Rocky, too.] BRAD: What did you do that for? JANET: Well, you know, those "venemous clamours of a jealous woman." BRAD: Come on, baby. Let's go home. 73. EXT. CASTLE - MORNING. [Brad and Janet walk out of the castle, thier bodies silhouetted in the rising sun.] JANET: So what WAS in that briefcase anyway? [Cut to black. Credits roll over "Misirlou" by Dick Dale and His DelTones.] THE END. BY MATT COLLINS. PLEASE DO NOT REPRODUCE WITHOUT PRIOR WRITTEN PERMISSION, OR REALLY NICE GIFTS FOR ME.