Wes Craven’s Page #11

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CLOSE ON HER FACE

rolling to the side. And now gentler HANDS are touching her.

Trying to rouse her.

PULL BACK TO REVEAL

Heather on the ground at the graveside. Robert Englund, Wes

Craven and John Saxon hovering over her in concern. She

looks around in panic.

HEATHER (cont'd)

Dylan!?

JOHN SAXON:

He's right here. It's okay!

Saxon points. Heather turns, sees Dylan watching down at her

with that intense, eerie look. Held by the frightened Julie.

A terrible dizziness sweeps over Heather.

HEATHER:

What...happened?

JOHN SAXON:

Quake knocked you off your feet. You got

bumped pretty good, actually.

(dabs blood from her forehead)

Heather turns and sees men already have the coffin back

level. The lid is not open - the coffin isn't split.

WIDER NOW:

Sirens and a faint hubbub from the surrounding city. Those

gathered are clearly shaken, and the MINISTER raises his

hands as a subtle but ominous AFTERSHOCK rolls by.

MINISTER:

May he rest in peace, children. And my

you all get home safely!

Immediately several head for their cars.

CLOSER ON HEATHER

shivering. She stands, turns to go and bumps right into

Robert Englund. She gives a start. He puts his hand on her

shoulder. And moving in CLOSER, we can just hear him murmur.

ROBERT ENGLUND:

If there's anything I can do, Heater.

Anything...

And he moves off, pulling a wide-brimmed, not-quite Freddy

hat over his head. Heather watches him go as John Saxon puts

a big arm around her. Behind, Wes Craven looks up at the

sky. It's getting late in the day and the wind is picking

up.

EXT. HEATHER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

The cottage huddled against strong Santa Ana's. A

streetlight nearby throws eerie shadows on the roof.

INT. CHASE AND HEATHER'S BEDROOM

Heather lies in bed wide awake, listening to the wind howl.

She pulls the blankets closer and tries to close her eyes.

Then she becomes aware of another sound, this one from

downstairs. A MUFFLED SING-SONG, and a PAD OF SMALL FEET.

HEATHER:

stands, listening. Grabs a robe and rushes down to

INT. DEN - NIGHT

Heather peeks around the corner of the stairwell, and to her

dismay sees Dylan circling in the den, eyes closed, mouth

slurring something.

Sleepwalking.

Heather crosses, not knowing whether to wake him or not. He

hovers by the TV for a moment. It's also on, this one

running silent images of

TV:

Heather as NANCY in the boiler room for the first time (again

from NIGHTMARE I) seeing Freddy step out from behind the

furnace, backlit, dark, clawed.

CLOSE ON HEATHER

reacting. Scared now.

Dylan, still asleep, veers away blindly, bumps into the

coffee table, then heads for the kitchen.

Heather's had enough. She catches up with him. Softly

encircles him in her arms.

CLOSER ON THE TWO

as she shakes him gently.

HEATHER:

Dylan. Sweetie. Wake up, baby...

Awakening, Dylan's eyes snap wide in fear. His mouth gapes

open in a startled cry and he flails out of her arms onto the

floor. Heather desperately trying to gather him back up...

And then he seems to recognize her, and falls still. Only

his labored breathing breaks the stunned silence, his eyes

staring wide at Heather.

HEATHER (cont'd)

Dylan, baby, we're gonna get you back to

bed now.

The child shakes his head violently, tears springing.

DYLAN:

I can't sleep there, Mommy. Please!

HEATHER:

You've got to sleep, Dylan, you...

She never finishes the sentence because Dylan suddenly sings

a thin, plaintive voice

DYLAN:

One two, Freddy's coming for you...

Heather, feeling her head swim through an unexpected wash of

vertigo, can barely find her voice.

HEATHER:

Dylan, did you hear that in that move?

Dylan looks at her, confused.

DYLAN:

What movie?

Heather looks at the TV. There's nothing there. The set is

off. And not only that, it's still unplugged from that

morning. She looks back at the child.

HEATHER:

Then...where did you hear that song? Did

you answer the phone?

Dylan shakes his head.

DYLAN:

In my bed.

HEATHER:

Your bed?

DYLAN:

Under my covers.

(off her look)

Kids singing, and way down there, the

man...the mean man...

And he makes the sign of the claw.

HEATHER:

And...what's the man doing?

DYLAN:

Trying to get up...trying to get into our

world.

Then Dylan stops, startled by the warm run of liquid over his

upper lip. His nose has started to coarse dark, red blood.

HEATHER:

Oh, sh*t. Dylan.

He touches his hand to it, stares at the bright surprise,

then Heather snatches him up. Rushes him into the bathroom.

FRAMED IN THAT DISTANT DOORWAY she daubs his face, soothes

his silent tears.

INT. CHASE AND HEATHER'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Heather, back in bed and listening to the wind HOWL. Dylan

is curled against her side. Peaceful as a baby now. Breath

deep and regular. But if Heather thinks he's asleep, she's

wrong.

DYLAN:

Where's Daddy now?

Heather gives a start. Looks down. Dylan's looking up at

her, waiting for the answer.

HEATHER:

Daddy's...in Heaven, Dylan. He's with

God now.

Dylan thinks a moment.

DYLAN:

Do you have to die to see God?

HEATHER:

No, I don't think so. You just have

to...pray, or reach...

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