Army of Darkness

It rears up on it's hind legs. It's front hoofs come down toward Ash.

A STARTLED ASH

Leaps aside just in time.

ASH

Snags the horse's reigns.

ASH

Easy, boy.

The horse calms. Ash ties it to a tree, patting it's head. A shadow passes behind him. He turns toward the Mill.

ASH'S POV THROUGH THE MILL'S OPEN DOOR

He sees am image of himself inside the Mill. Peering out.

EXT. MILL

ASH stares in disbelief, then the wind slams the front door of the Mill, halting Ash's view. Ash races for the Mill.

INT. MILL

ASH races through the door and toward CAMERA when... SMASH... Ash's reflection shatters. He's run into a mirror. Shivering, he picks himself up from the pile of broken glass. He moves to the fireplace and hunches before the flames, CAMERA PANS TO...

THE SHATTERED MIRROR PIECES

Each piece of mirror reflects an image of Ash. From the eight pieces of mirror spring...

EIGHT TINYASHES

Two inch high versions of himself. They leap from the mirror fragments and land on the floor.

ASH

Is unaware of them as he kneels close to the fire.

TINY ASH #1, #2, AND #3

Grab a discarded dinner fork. Like men on a battering ram, they race forward to jam it into Ash's buttocks.

ASH

SCREAMS in agony and jerks forward, banging his head into the stove pipe.

TINY ASH #4, #5, AND #6

Lift the barrel of the shotgun in Ash's direction. Another leaps upon the shotgun's trigger. BOOM!

ASH

Barely dives away from the blast that would have taken his head off.

THE TINYASHES

SHRIEK with uncontrollable laughter. They jump away from the shotgun and scurry off across the floor.

ASH

Pulls the fork from his buttocks and heaves it.

TINY ASH #1

Is running for his life, as fast as his tiny legs will carry him.

TRACKING SHOT – THE FORK

A giant projectile as it ROARS AT CAMERA. PAN with it as it WHOOSHES past.

FA-THONG!

THE FORK

Skewers tiny Ash #1 to the wooden wall of the mill.

ASH

Stumbles over a broom handle that has been thrust out in front of him by other tiny ASHES. His head slams into a stove pipe. He crumples. He lands with his cheek pressed against the hot stove. SSSSSSssss. He pries his face loose with a spatula.

A BUCKET OF GREASE

Is pushed off a high shelf.

CLANG!

IT LANDS ON ASH'S HEAD

And spills slippery grease about the floor.

ASH

With an upside-down bucket on his head, slips and falls, back and forth on the grease. He stands and tries to dislodge the bucket. He trips over the broom handle, again thrust in his path. He falls backward, onto a crochet basket with knitting needles jutting from it.

BUCKE-HEADED ASH

SCREAMS and jerks upward, slamming his bucket head into the stove pipe. CLANG! Ash rips the bucket from his head then yanks the needles from his buttocks. He looks about for the little imps.

TINY ASH #2

Crouching behind a log attempting to hide. BUT...

ASH

Has seen him. He "accidentally" elbows the log and Tiny Ash #2 into the stove's fire.

ASH

Ooops.

TINY ASH #2

Is burned alive.

ASH

Glances downward at the pitter patter sound of tiny feet.

TINY ASH #3

Is dashing across the open expanse of floor. Ash's gigantic foot comes down to crush the little man. Tiny Ash #3 raises a rusty nail into the path of the descending foot.

RIP!!

THE NAIL RIPS

Through Ash's shoe.

ASH

Jerks his leg upward in pain. Ash dances about the place hopping on one foot, HOWLING. He strays into the greasy area of the floor and stumbles over the broomstick again thrust in his path, swung there by Tiny Ashes #6, #7 and #8. He almost regains his balance when he strays into the oil patch, falls, and hits his head on the stone floor. BLACKNESS.

ASH

Awakens on the floor of the Mill, like Gulliver he is bound with tiny ropes. Directly above him, on the edge of a table...

TINY ASHES #4 AND #5

Suspend Tiny Ash #6 by his legs.

TINY ASH #7 AND #8