Wes Craven's New Nightmare

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(children laughing, chattering echoes distorted)

(metal clunks)

(thudding, then table)

(blood spatters)

WES:
More blood!

- Great. Keep it coming.

- Chuck, Terry, pump away.

Don't be stingy.

Okay, watch that arm. I can see that fake arm.

Okay, Chase, keep that claw really moving.

Jeffrey, jam it on there just like Freddy would.

- Good, good, good.

- And cut! Print that, Gretchen.

GRETCHEN:
Thank you, sir, 7 only.

Chase, you're a genius.

This makes his old claw look like mother Teresa's mitten.

You better thank them. They're very sensitive.

- Chuck, Terry, great blood. Oh-ho.

- Thank you very much.

Some of our best work.

Hey, monkey man.

Wanna see some neat stuff?

- Yeah.

- Chase.

Come on.

It's only make-believe.

I'll talk to you later.

Marianne, I gotta go.

Okay?

Low bridge.

Let's see if we can't find something.

To scare the P.J.'s

Off Mommy.

- Hey, Heather.

- You hungry, Dylan?

- Yeah.

- (mock growling and laughing)

Oh. Gotcha.

It should have flexed more.

Chase.

I think the servos got shorted out with blood.

Well...

Take it apart, pull it out...

and insulate them with some styro.

The thing wasn't meant to be submerged, for Pete's sake.

I don't like that thing.

That thing puts bread on our table.

DYLAN:
Is it alive, Daddy?

GRECTHEN:
Heather.

You're in the next shot.

Might as well be, Dylan.

State of the art animatronics.

Enhanced with Bio-organic grafting.

Bull tendons...

Nerve bundles from a live doberman.

- HEATHER:
Chase.

- Uh-oh.

- (knives clatters)

- Whoa! Aaah!

Chuck?!

It must've have picked up a signal

From an eighties walkie-talkie.

It's off? Yes.

Funny, It's warm--

Just like a real hand.

(chuckles)

- (screams)

- (gurgling, choking, coughing)

Oh, God.

- WES:
What the hell's going on here? Cut the effects!

- HEATHER:
Chase?!

Terry, where is it?

Terry!

Chuck, get off me.

Heather!

Heather, where is it?

TERRY:
Chase, where the hell is it?

- Dylan!

- Come on.

(screaming in agony, bloodcurdling)

What the f***?!

Dylan.

No, Chase!

(yelling):
Noo!

(screaming)

Earthquake. Come on.

Okay.

DYLAN (yells):
Mommy!

- Dylan!

- CHASE:
Heather!

Ahh. Dylan.

(rumbling loudly)

(car alarms in distance)

(water splashes)

What is that?

- Car alarms.

- (sighs)

You okay.

Yeah.

- You okay, chief?

- No?

Honey. Do you have a fever?

Just another earthquake, Dylan.

Getting kind of fun, huh?

Daddy. Blood.

It's nothing, guys.

It's a scratch.

Really.

Where did you get that?

I don't know.

Picture, I guess.

When it fell.

It's no big deal.

Put a bandage on it.

Don't worry about it.

(whoops)

(siren wailing in distance)

ANCHORWOMEN (on TV): Geologists at cal tech...

have confirmed that this morning aftershock...

- Do we have to watch that?

- 5.3. on the ricther scale.

- CHASE:
Thought you turned it on.

- (on TV):
to cause further collapse

of the already badly damaged parking structure...

I'll turn it off.

ANCHORWOMEN (on TV): Offcials say that this is normal.

Following a quake of last week's magnitude...

Now thought to be a massive 6.8.

Dylan, this is breakfast, not arts and crafts.

(groans)

What?

Did you get any sleep last night?

More or less.

Okay, time to get dressed.

- I'm late.

- You going away?

Just for a few hours.

Julie will be with you.

Is there anything other than the obvious.

Bothering you?

I think 5 earthquakes in 3 weeks is enough, sweetie.

Hasn't been another phone call, has there?

- No.

- Oh. Good sign.

2 full weeks without him.

Maybe he got hit by a truck.

(sighs):
He's closer, if anything.

It's giving me nightmares, Chase.

Did you have one last night?

Ah, it's just the earthquakes, Heather.

Maybe.

Maybe I shouldn't do this interview today.

No.

You gotta get back on the horse sometime.

Look, you had a nut case making harassing phone calls.

I know how scary that's been.

No...

you don't

Okay?...

I don't.

But it doesn't mean that it can't be over.

Yeah, but what if it isn't over?

Maybe you should tell me your dream.

Oh, it was nothing.

I was--

Hmm.

You and i were working on this movie--

Together, for once--

And one of your special effects

went really wrong.

And Chuck and Terry got... hurt...

(snickers)

And, uh...

Well, your fingers were cut.

Right here?

Ooh-hoo.

Heather...

You were probably half awake

and saw my fingers get nicked when the mirror fell.

- Dreams are like that.

- Hmm.

Look,if you don't want me to go on this job, I won't.

Just be careful, okay?

I think I can survive 2 days in Palm Springs

supplying soap bubbles for a detergent commercial.

- I guess so.

- You guess so?

- Yeah.

- Come here.

- Mmm.

48 hours.

I'll be back in no time.

I gotta go.

Okay.

Hey!

I love what you've done with the place.

Knock 'em dead.

- CHASE:
Dylan, I gotta go. Take care of Mommy.

- DYLAN:
Bye.

(door closes)

- (rumbling, glass rattling)

- (crackling)

TEENAGE GIRL (whispering on TV): Nancy.

Nancy.

Dylan, I don't want you watching this.

(high-tone screams in terror)

- Dylan, what's wrong? What's wrong?!

- (screaming continues)

- What's happening to you?

- (screaming continues)

- (telephone ringing)

- (screaming stops)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- MALE VOICE (on phone): 1, 2--

(ringing)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- MALE VOICE (on phone): Freddy's coming for you!

Chase?!

(truck engine revving, then stereo rock music)

(door closes, locks)

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