Wes Craven’s Page #7

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HEATHER:

What?

BOB:

I know. We asked him to keep it kind of

surprise until we talked. Look, how

about we get in touch your agent. You

still with Jerry?

HEATHER:

Yes, but...

BOB:

We'll work something out. I'm sure

you'll be happy with it.

Heather turns in the door.

HEATHER:

Bob, how long has Wes been working on

this script?

BOB:

I don't know. A couple months. Why?

HEATHER:

And since you've been thinking of making

it. Has anything funny happened?

BOB:

I don't follow.

HEATHER:

Like weird calls, by any chance?

His phone RINGS behind him. He makes no move to pick it up.

The phone RINGS again.

HEATHER (cont'd)

Or nightmares?

The phone rings again.

HEATHER (cont'd)

Why don't you pick up your phone, Bob?

Shaye shrugs.

BOB:

That's what people get paid for around

here.

An assistant picks up the phone. Straightens.

KIM:

It's Ted in New York. He wants to know

how the glove is coming.

Bob gives a nervous laugh.

BOB:

Gotta take that. Keep in touch.

Heather nods, and says quietly.

HEATHER:

You too, Bob.

She turns and starts to go. Then stops.

IN HER POV:

for the first time she notices everyone in the outer office

has a cup of steaming coffee on his or her desk.

HEATHER:

gets the hell out of there.

EXT. HEATHER'S HOUSE - DAY

The limo pulls up and stops. The driver opens the door and

Heather exits and walks to the house. Halfway there she

starts to hear the SCREAMS.

INT. HEATHER'S HOUSE - DAY

Heather bursts in and stops cold. From Dylan's room comes

terrible SCREAMING.

INT. DYLAN'S ROOM - DAY

Heather runs in and finds Julie by the bed with Dylan. The

boy convulsing and screaming with terrifying intensity. She

rushes over and holds him, terrified. Strange and alien

words are spilling from his mouth. A language ripped from

another world not connected with our reality at all. Until

suddenly it's English, and he says in a clear and

terrifyingly deep voice

DYLAN:

Never sleep again, never sleep again!

Then he starts sobbing as if his heart will break. Heather

looks at Julie in shock.

HEATHER:

What's going on? Was he watching the

movie on TV again?

Julie blinks.

JULIE:

Movie? He hasn't been watching any TV at

all. He was taking his nap when I heard

screaming.

Julie stops, shaken herself. Heather looks at the child.

Dylan turns, catches her eye with his own, and says through

his tears.

DYLAN:

Rex saved me.

HEATHER:

Rex? Who's Rex?

Dylan pulls a stuffed dinosaur out from beneath the covers,

and gives it to Heather. And it nearly falls apart in her

hands, its body torn by four deep cuts, its stuffing pouring

out.

Heather looks at Dylan.

DYLAN:

Is Rex gonna die?

Heather shakes her head.

HEATHER:

No, Rex is not going to die.

(to Julie)

Julie, you know where the sewing stuff

is, don't you?

JULIE:

Sure.

(Dylan)

We'll do an operation, Doctor Dylan and

Doctor Julie. We'll fix him good as new.

Julie takes the thing, grabs Dylan and heads to the kitchen.

Heather glances back at Dylan's bed.

INT. KITCHEN

Heather in hushed conversation with Chase. B.G. Julie sews

on Rex, accompanied by a worried Dylan. Then Chase's voice:

CHASE:

Heather?

HEATHER:

Chase. Hi...

INT. CHASE'S SPFX TRAILER - DAY

Chase, on a cellular, is in the back of his SPFX trailer

working on frothing up a tub of soap suds. B.G., set aside

in mid-construction, is something shiny and sharp. Something

we instantly recognize as FREDDY'S NEW GLOVE.

CHASE:

(yawning)

What's up?

HEATHER (FILTER)

Chase, you'd better come home.

CHASE:

Heather, I'm stuck here. Neither Chuck

or Terry came in today. I can't get

away!

HEATHER (FILTER)

Chase, it's Dylan!

He stands, forgetting his emergency, holding his breath.

CHASE:

What?

BACK TO KITCHEN:

Heather nearly crying.

HEATHER:

He's had some sort of...episode.

CHASE (FILTER)

What? What kind of episode?

HEATHER:

He was just acting very strange. He

thinks somebody's after him, Chase. It's

scary, it scared me. He was acting

like...

CHASE (FILTER)

Like what?

HEATHER:

(hardly able to say it)

Like Freddy.

CHASE (FILTER)

(beat)

Heather, has there been another call?

Heather just closes her eyes, fear suppressing an answer.

Demanding another question instead.

HEATHER:

Chase. Why didn't Chuck or Terry show

up?

CHASE (FILTER)

Forget those two clowns, Heather. Answer

me, did you get another call from that

guy or not?

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