Wes Craven’s New Nightmare Page #3

CHASE:

Anything other than the obvious bothering

you?

HEATHER:

Five earthquakes in three weeks is

enough.

CHASE:

Hasn't been another call, has there?

She shakes her head. Chase looks relieved.

CHASE (cont'd)

Two full weeks without him. Maybe he got

run over by a truck.

Heather doesn't seem to take any comfort in this.

HEATHER:

He feels closer, if anything.

(low)

It's giving me nightmares.

He looks at her more closely.

CHASE:

You have one last night?

She finally nods yes. He softens his voice.

CHASE (cont'd)

It's just a reaction to the earthquake,

Heather.

HEATHER:

Maybe.

(beat)

Or maybe I shouldn't do this interview

today.

CHASE:

You've got to get back on the horse some

time.

(off her look)

Look, you've had a nutcase making

harassing phone calls. I know how scary

that feels.

HEATHER:

No, you don't.

CHASE:

(kind)

Okay, but it still doesn't mean it can't

be over with.

She turns away.

HEATHER:

What if it isn't over?

CHASE:

(beat)

Maybe you should tell me your dream.

She give s shrug, like it's silly to even talk about it.

HEATHER:

It was nothing. We were both working on

some movie, and a special effects thing

went horribly wrong. Terry and Chuck

were...hurt. You were almost...

(at his bandaged hand)

You were even cut.

CHASE:

(uneasy)

You probably were half awake and saw me

get nicked by that picture glass. Dreams

work like that.

(beat)

You want me not to go on this job?

HEATHER:

Just be careful, okay?

CHASE:

I should survive two days in Palmdale

supplying soap bubbles for a detergent

commercial, don't you think?

HEATHER:

(reluctant smile)

Guess so.

CHASE:

48 hours. Back before you know it.

He kisses her and she kisses back, holding on a moment. Then

he grabs his suitcase and exits. Heather closes her eyes.

Hears him say goodbye to Dylan downstairs, hears the front

door close.

Then a brittle BREAKING SOUND. Heather looks up and sees

FOUR THIN CRACKS snaking down her bedroom wall. A moment

later the TV can be heard again.

INT. DEN - DAY

Heather races down to find Chase, but is stopped when she

sees Dylan directly in front of the TV screen, impassively

watching her. As Nancy in NIGHTMARE I, looking in horror to

INSERT TV (FROM NIGHTMARE I)

Tina in the bloody bodybag standing in the doorway to Nancy's

schoolroom.

TINA (TV)

Naaancyyyy....

CU NANCY:

reacting in terror.

HEATHER (O.S.)

Dylan, I don't want you watching that.

BACK TO HEATHER:

as she snaps off the TV. Then in fury pulls out the plug as

well. The instant she does, the silent child lets out an ear-

piercing howl.

HEATHER (cont'd)

Dylan, stop it! What in the world's

gotten in to you?

THE PHONE RINGS. Dylan instantly falls silent. Heather

looks at him. He's eerily still now, just watching her. The

phone RINGS a second time and she snatches it up, still

distracted by her son's eyes.

HEATHER (cont'd)

Hello?

Through a deep ROARING OF BOILERS we HEAR a strange garbled

VOICE sing

VOICE (FILTER)

One two...

She reacts, then slams it down. Stares at it. That sound -

and the voice - deep, murderous, mocking. A flawless

imitation of...Freddy.

Scared now, she runs to the front door just in time to see

EXT. HEATHER'S POV THE STREET

CHASE'S PICKUP TRUCK giving a honk as it drives off.

INT. KITCHEN/FRONT DOOR

HEATHER:

Chase!

But he hasn't heard her, and soon is out of sight. Heather

closes the door, turns and sees Dylan, still staring at her.

DYLAN:

Someone's coming.

HEATHER:

What?

An instant later, something gives the whole house a subtle

SHAKE, rattling everything in it. Heather grabs Dylan, but

there's nothing more.

Then the DOORBELL rings.

Heather freezes, paralyzed by unspeakable fear. Then

VOICE (O.S.)

(through door)

Heather?

Heather opens the door to JULIE, a direct, open-faced young

woman. She blinks at Heather's pale face.

JULIE:

Everything okay?

Heather nods sheepishly.

HEATHER:

Yeah, Julie, I'm sorry. I just

thought...there was an earthquake, I

think. Little one, but...

JULIE:

Big truck went right by before you opened

the door.

(grins)

Life on the Fault Line.

She looks past Heater. Gives Dylan a smile.

JULIE (cont'd)

Hey, tiger!

She lifts him with a laugh. Heather watches the two,

fighting a wave of vertigo.

HEATHER:

You think he has a fever? He felt warm

to me this morning.

Julie feels his forehead.

JULIE:

Seems okay.

(eyes Heather)

That all that's wrong? You seem...

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