Wes Craven’s New Nightmare Page #5

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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