Wes Craven’s Page #18

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The room is normal. Only her bed seems affected, so askew

half the mattress touches the floor.

She raises herself painfully. Her bedside clock radio is

blinking "12:00...12:00". She realizes she's clutching her

arm, that there's blood oozing between her fingers.

Then she remembers.

HEATHER:

Dylan!

INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - NIGHT

CAMERA MOVING HANDHELD WITH HEATHER as she runs down the

corridor towards Dylan's room. Then she sees

JULIE:

staring back at her, stopped by a nurse.

HEATHER:

Julie, what're you doing here?

Julie gives a funny shrug.

JULIE:

I don't know. I just...had this terrible

dream...that Dylan was in danger. I had

to come over to see...

(laughs nervously)

You must think I'm crazy.

Heather shakes her head.

HEATHER:

No, I don't think that at all. How is

he?

JULIE:

They wouldn't let me...

At that moment Dr. Hefner strides into sight. She looks at

Heather with a slightly pained smile.

DR. HEFNER

Ms. Langenkamp. I'm afraid there are no

evening visiting hours in Intensive Care.

HEATHER:

Is he all right?

DR. HEFNER

Dylan? He's holding well. Earlier he

had some problems, he's in an oxygen tent

just now...

HEATHER:

Oh my God...

She goes to pass but the doctor stops her, looking down at

her sleeve.

DR. HEFNER

It seems we've had an accident, Mrs.

Langekamp. May I?

Heather looks down. She's forgotten entirely about her

bloodied arm. The doctor lifts the sleeve. Sees the four

slashes across the forearm.

DR. HEFNER (cont'd)

Those are nasty cuts. How...

HEATHER:

It happened during the earthquake. I

fell. I want to see Dylan...

But the doctor doesn't move out of the way. She looks from

the cuts to Heather's face, seeing the fear and stress.

DR. HEFNER

In a moment, first let's see about you.

She takes Heather's elbow. Heather glances towards Julie,

then goes with her to...

INT. DISPENSARY

Heather sits while the doctor treats the cuts. Heather's

obviously uneasy and wishing to be with her son, but the

Doctor isn't taking the cuts lightly, and is increasingly

alert to Heather's highly agitated state.

DR. HEFNER

If these had been a few inches nearer to

the wrist... What did you say you cut

yourself on?

HEATHER:

It was an earthquake and it was dark. I

have no idea.

DR. HEFNER

These look quite fresh.

HEATHER:

They are...it happened in tonight's

quake.

(off her blank look)

It happened just fifteen minutes ago.

You must've felt it.

The doctor has no idea what she's talking about.

DR. HEFNER

(smiles faintly)

Guess we lucked out over here.

Heather swallows. The doctor begins bandaging.

DR. HEFNER (cont'd)

Your son, apparently, is terrified of a

man. Someone he thinks is going to come

out of his bed.

(off her look)

One of the nurses heard him talking in

his sleep You have any idea who that man

might be, Mrs. Langenkamp?

Heather winces as the woman binds the gauze with a clip.

HEATHER:

I meant to bring him his dinosaur, Rex.

Rex keeps Freddy from...

Heather realizes what she's said, but too late.

DR. HEFNER

The man from your films? Freddy Krueger

with the claws? Is that who he's afraid

of?

(eyes flick to Heather's arm)

You have let your child see your films,

haven't you?

Heather turns and faces the woman, furious.

HEATHER:

Every kid knows about Freddy. He's like

Santa Claus or King Kong.

Dr. Hefner just eyes her, too appalled to take it further.

DR. HEFNER

I see. Well. Interesting talking to

you, Ms. Langenkamp. I hope you

understand, my concerns are simply for

the welfare of your son.

She smiles thinly and leaves the room.

INT. DYLAN'S HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT

Dylan, now visible only through the plastic of an oxygen

tent.

Heather sits next to her son's bed, exhausted. Just watching

his slow breathing. Trying to piece it all together.

A nurse passes, glances at Heather and exchanges a whispered

word with a SECOND NURSE.

Heather, despite her best efforts, is nodding. Suddenly

there's a shrill ALARM from a monitor and Dylan twists

sharply inside his tent, suffering what looks like the full

cardiac arrest. Arched across the bed, fingers clawing the

air in silent agony.

Heather jerks awake as several NURSES rush in, looks back to

Dylan, sees he's half sitting up now, his eyes open, peering

back at her with incredible intensity as he unzips the oxygen

tent.

It stops her short. She leans closer.

HEATHER:

Dylan, honey. You shouldn't do that!

Dylan's face twists slowly into an uncanny imitation of an

old man, and the voice that comes out of this child's mouth

is absolutely recognizable, absolutely Freddy Krueger's.

DYLAN/FREDDY

Too late. I'm almost there, Heather, I'm

almost there.

And with that Dylan vomits. A huge involuntary convulsion

that sends green/black effluvia straight into her eyes!

Heather lurches back, clawing at the stinging globs clinging

to her face, her hair. We glimpse insects, worms and worse:

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