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Wes Craven’s Page #5
- Year:
- 1994
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HEATER:
staring out the window, lost in thought.
THE DRIVER:
studies her intently in his mirror.
DRIVER:
You played that girl...in that
movie...with the guy with the
(claws his hand; Heather gives
an uneasy smile)
Yeah, sure, that's you.
(smiles darkly)
That's what I love about this job, I get
to meet the stars.
HEATHER:
I'm hardly a star.
DRIVER:
You kidding? I love your stuff. First
was the best. Where your girl friend's
cut open and dragged across the ceiling?
Awesome!
(missing Heather's flinch)
And when all that blood comes out of your
boyfriend's bed? Thought I'd shi...
Heather finds the switch for the window between them. He
gives a nasty look as the gap closes.
DRIVER (cont'd)
But they should never've killed off
Freddy!
Heather sinks back into the leather. A moment later the limo
lurches to a stop and her door is jerked open. A YOUNG MAN
leans in and grabs her arm.
P.A.
Heather? We're gonna have to run!
EXT. TV STATION PARKING LOT - DAY
And he nearly yanks her out of the car.
INT. TV STUDIO
LIGHTS BLINDING INTO LENS. CAMERA TIPS DOWN TO REVEAL
HEATHER and a smiling TALKSHOW HOST.
HOST:
So, Heather, we're coming up on the 10th
anniversary of the first Nightmare on Elm
Street. It's five sequels later. Tell
us how this amazing series has affected
your life personally.
Heather strains for a smile. Shrugs.
HEATHER:
I don't know if it has, really. With the
exception of One and Three, I've pretty
much kept out of it. I'm working in
television now. The hours let me spend
more time with my husband and little boy.
HOST:
Now that you have a child, is it possible
you've decided horror is bad for
children?
HEATHER:
No, not really. I...
HOST:
Do you let your child watch your movies?
HEATHER:
My child? No...but...
The host c*cks his head.
HOST:
What about another sequel? Is Freddy
really dead?
Heather twitches, responding a little too quickly.
HEATHER:
Of course he is.
(then, softer)
Freddy's dead and gone.
HOST:
(setting it up)
And how about your co-star in NIGHTMARE
I. Would you trust him alone with your
child?
HEATHER:
(a little lost now)
Robert? I...
HOST:
(big smile)
Maybe we should ask him, hmmm? We've got
a surprised, Heather. A great big
surprise for you and our audience.
A discernible rustle goes through the place. Heather smiles
gamely. Not knowing what the hell they're pulling. The host
stands and yells.
HOST (cont'd)
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands
together for the best of the bad. Ro-
bert Ennn-gluuuuund!!!!
And ROBERT ENGLUND strolls out with a good-natured wave in
full Freddy MAKE-UP! His fans erupt with thunderous applause
and cheers. After deafening WHISTLES the boys (many dressed
in Freddy customs, complete with plastic claws) settle into a
chant of FRED-DY! FRED-DY! FRED-DY!
Englund stalks into the spotlight, hooks his claw through the
air and growls.
ROBERT ENGLUND:
You're all my children now!
The place goes wild.
HOLD ON HEATHER:
looking at that red and green back cavorting against the
blinding light. The steel claws waving and poking as Englund
milks it for all it's worth, reminded of a nightmare she'd
much rather forget.
INT. GREEN ROOMS/EXT. WALKWAYS OUTSIDE - DAY
Heather gathers her things. In an adjoining room, Robert
stands in the doorway to the outside, casually elegant now in
civilian, signing autographs for a throng of kids. He
glances at her out of the corner of his eye, sensing her
mood.
ROBERT ENGLUND:
You okay?
HEATHER:
I'm fine.
ROBERT ENGLUND:
Everything went great, I thought. We
really got you, didn't we?
HEATHER:
I don't know why you didn't tell me,
that's all.
He waves off the last of the kids and closes his outside
door, crossing into her room and exiting with her. CAMERA
FOLLOWS as they walk, KIDS blockaded BG by STUDIO SECURITY
heading away.
ROBERT ENGLUND:
Hey, they loved the expression on your
face. I think they'd love to see us
together again!
Heather glances back at the kids yelling after him.
HEATHER:
In what, a romantic comedy?
ROBERT ENGLUND:
(devilish)
Just because it's a love story doesn't
mean it can't have a decapitation or two.
The P.A. reappears with a cellular phone.
MAN:
Heather? Call for you!
Heather looks at the phone. Puts it to her ear.
HEATHER:
Yes?
SARA (O.S.)
Heather, this is Sara Risher over at New
Line. How are you?
HEATHER:
Oh, hi. I'm fine, Sara. My God, a voice
from the past!
SARA (FILTER)
Really! Listen, Heather, I won't take
but a minute of your time. It's just
that we have something to propose to you,
and wonder if you'd stop by the offices.
Bob'd love to talk to you.
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