Wes Craven’s New Nightmare

[CHILDREN'S VOICES ECHO HAUNTINGLY]

Wes:
MORE BLOOD!

GREAT. KEEP IT COMING.

CHUCK, TERRY, PUMP AWAY.

DON'T BE STINGY.

OK, WATCH THAT ARM.

I CAN SEE THAT FAKE ARM.

OK, CHASE, KEEP THAT CLAW

REALLY MOVING.

JEFFREY, JAM IT ON THERE

JUST LIKE FREDDY WOULD.

GOOD, GOOD, GOOD.

AND CUT!

PRINT THAT, GRETCHEN.

Gretchen:

THANK YOU, SIR. 7 ONLY.

CHASE, YOU'RE A GENIUS.

THIS MAKES HIS OLD CLAW LOOK

LIKE MOTHER TERESA'S MITTEN.

YOU BETTER THANK THEM.

THEY'RE VERY SENSITIVE.

CHUCK, TERRY,

GREAT BLOOD. OH-HO.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

SOME OF OUR:

BEST WORK.

HEY, MONKEY MAN,

WANNA SEE:

SOME NEAT STUFF?

YEAH. CHASE.

COME ON.

IT'S ONLY MAKE-BELIEVE.

I'LL TALK TO YOU

LATER.

MARIANNE, I GOTTA GO.

OK.

LOW BRIDGE.

LET'S SEE IF WE CAN'T

FIND SOMETHING:

TO SCARE THE P.J.'S

OFF MOMMY.

HEY, HEATHER.

YOU HUNGRY,

DYLAN?

YEAH.

GRRAAH!

HEE HEE HEE HEE!

OH. GOTCHA.

IT SHOULD HAVE:

FLEXED MORE.

CHASE.

I THINK THE SERVOS GOT

SHORTED OUT WITH BLOOD.

WELL...

TAKE IT APART,

PULL IT OUT,

AND INSULATE THEM

WITH SOME STYRO.

THE THING WASN'T MEANT TO BE

SUBMERGED, FOR PETE'S SAKE.

I DON'T LIKE THAT THING.

THAT THING PUTS BREAD

ON OUR TABLE.

Dylan:

IS IT ALIVE, DADDY?

Gretchen:
HEATHER.

YOU'RE IN

THE NEXT SHOT.

MIGHT AS WELL BE, DYLAN.

STATE-OF-THE-ART ANIMATRONICS

ENHANCED WITH:

BIO-ORGANIC GRAFTING.

BULL TENDONS,

NERVE BUNDLES:

FROM A LIVE DOBERMAN.

Heather:
CHASE.

UH-OH.

CHUCK!

IT MUST'VE HAVE

PICKED UP A SIGNAL

FROM AN EIGHTIES

WALKIE-TALKIE.

IT'S OFF? YES.

FUNNY, IT'S WARM--

JUST LIKE A REAL HAND.

[CHUCKLING]

[SCREAMS]

[GURGLING]

OH, GOD.

WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON HERE?

CUT THE EFFECTS!

Heather:
CHASE!

TERRY, WHERE IS IT?

TERRY!

CHUCK, GET OFF ME.

HEATHER!

HEATHER,

WHERE IS IT?

Terry:
CHASE,

WHERE THE HELL IS IT?

DYLAN!

COME ON.

[SCREAMING]

WHAT THE F***?!

DYLAN.

NO! CHASE!

NO!

[SCREAMS]

EARTHQUAKE.

COME ON.

OK.

Dylan:
MOMMY!

DYLAN!

Chase:
HEATHER!

DYLAN!

AAH. DYLAN.

[RUMBLING SUBSIDES]

[CAR ALARMS WAILING]

WHAT IS THAT?

CAR ALARMS.

[SIGHS]

YOU OK?

YEAH.

YOU OK, CHIEF?

NO.

HONEY,

DO YOU HAVE A FEVER?

JUST ANOTHER:

EARTHQUAKE, DYLAN.

GETTING KIND OF FUN,

HUH?

DADDY. BLOOD.

IT'S NOTHING, GUYS.

IT'S A SCRATCH.

REALLY.

WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?

I DON'T KNOW.

PICTURE, I GUESS.

WHEN IT FELL.

IT'S NO BIG DEAL.

PUT A BANDAGE ON IT.

DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.

WHOO!

[CHUCKLES]

[SIRENS IN THE DISTANCE]

Newscaster:

GEOLOGISTS AT CAL TECH

HAVE CONFIRMED THAT

THIS MORNING'S AFTERSHOCK...

DO WE HAVE:

TO WATCH THAT?

...5.3 ON THE RICHTER SCALE.

Chase:
THOUGHT YOU

TURNED IT ON.

...TO CAUSE FURTHER COLLAPSE

OF THE ALREADY BADLY DAMAGED

PARKING STRUCTURE...

I'LL TURN IT OFF.

Newscaster:
OFFICIALS SAY

THAT THIS IS NORMAL

FOLLOWING A QUAKE

OF LAST WEEK'S MAGNITUDE,

NOW THOUGHT TO BE

A MASSIVE 6.8.

DYLAN, THIS IS BREAKFAST,

NOT ARTS AND CRAFTS.

GRRR.

WHAT?

DID YOU GET ANY SLEEP

LAST NIGHT?

MORE OR LESS.

OK, TIME TO GET DRESSED.

I'M LATE.

YOU GOING AWAY?

JUST FOR A FEW HOURS.

JULIE WILL BE WITH YOU.

IS THERE ANYTHING

OTHER THAN THE OBVIOUS

BOTHERING YOU?

I THINK 5 EARTHQUAKES IN

3 WEEKS IS ENOUGH, SWEETIE.

HASN'T BEEN ANOTHER

PHONE CALL, HAS THERE?

NO.

OH. GOOD SIGN.

2 FULL WEEKS WITHOUT HIM.

MAYBE HE GOT HIT

BY A TRUCK.

[SIGHS]

HE'S CLOSER, IF ANYTHING.

IT'S GIVING ME

NIGHTMARES, CHASE.

DID YOU HAVE ONE

LAST NIGHT?

AH, IT'S JUST

THE EARTHQUAKES, HEATHER.

MAYBE.

MAYBE I SHOULDN'T DO

THIS INTERVIEW TODAY.

NO.

YOU GOTTA GET BACK

ON THE HORSE SOMETIME.

LOOK, YOU HAD A NUT CASE

MAKING HARASSING PHONE CALLS.

I KNOW HOW SCARY

THAT'S BEEN.

NO...YOU DON'T.

OK...

I DON'T.

BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN

THAT IT CAN'T BE OVER.

YEAH, BUT WHAT

IF IT ISN'T OVER?

MAYBE YOU SHOULD TELL ME

YOUR DREAM.

OH, IT WAS NOTHING.

I WAS--HMMPH.

YOU AND I WERE WORKING

ON THIS MOVIE--

TOGETHER, FOR ONCE--

AND ONE OF YOUR:

SPECIAL EFFECTS:

WENT REALLY WRONG.

AND CHUCK AND TERRY

GOT...HURT...

[SNICKERS]

AND, UH...

WELL,

YOUR FINGERS WERE CUT.

RIGHT HERE?

OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO!

HEATHER...

YOU WERE PROBABLY

HALF AWAKE:

AND SAW MY FINGERS GET NICKED

WHEN THE MIRROR FELL.

DREAMS ARE LIKE THAT.

HMM.

LOOK, IF YOU DON'T WANT ME

TO GO ON THIS JOB, I WON'T.

JUST BE CAREFUL, OK?

I THINK I CAN SURVIVE

2 DAYS IN PALM SPRINGS

SUPPLYING SOAP BUBBLES

FOR A DETERGENT COMMERCIAL.

I GUESS SO.

YOU GUESS SO?

YEAH.

COME HERE.

MMM.

48 HOURS.

I'LL BE BACK

IN NO TIME.

I GOTTA GO.

OK.

MMM.

HEY!

I LOVE WHAT YOU'VE DONE

WITH THE PLACE.

KNOCK 'EM DEAD.

Chase:
DYLAN, I GOTTA GO.

TAKE CARE OF MOMMY.

Dylan:
BYE.

[RUMBLING SUBSIDES]

TV:
NANCY.

NANCY.

DYLAN, I DON'T WANT YOU

WATCHING THIS.

[SCREAMING]

DYLAN, WHAT'S WRONG?

WHAT'S WRONG?!

WHAT'S HAPPENING

TO YOU?

[SCREAMING]

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

[RING]

HELLO?

Man:
♪ 1, 2--

[RING]

[RING]

HELLO?

Man:
FREDDY'S

COMING FOR YOU!

CHASE!

[LOCKS DOOR]

SOMEONE'S COMING.

WHAT?

[RUMBLING]

ARE YOU OK, HONEY?

YES.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

HEATHER!

OH!

HEY.

IS EVERYTHING OK?

YEAH, IT'S JUST

THESE QUAKES.

DID YOU JUST FEEL

A LITTLE ONE JUST NOW?

NO.

A BIG TRUCK WENT BY

RIGHT BEFORE YOU

OPENED THE DOOR.

IT'S LIFE

ON THE FAULT LINE.

HEY, TIGER.

HI, JULIE.

OH!

DOES HE FEEL WARM TO YOU?

HE HAD A FEVER:

THIS MORNING, I THINK.

HMM. NO, HE SEEMS OK.

ARE YOU SURE THAT'S

ALL THAT'S WRONG?

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

LEAVE US ALONE,

YOU SON OF A B*TCH!

Man:

L.A. LIMOUSINE, MA'AM.

JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW

I'M OUT FRONT.

I'M SORRY. CAN YOU

HANG ON A MINUTE?

[SIGHS]

HEATHER...

WHAT IS IT?

I DON'T KNOW.

I JUST HAVE THIS

WEIRD FEELING TODAY.

MOMMY?

STAY HOME, THEN.

DYLAN...

THIS DAMN CALLER.

HE'S STARTED AGAIN?

THAT SICK F***.

SORRY.

YOU KNOW, DYLAN DOESN'T

SEEM TO HAVE A FEVER.

IT'S PROBABLY

JUST YOUR NERVES.

NERVES?

I JUST MEANT FROM

THE SHAKER THIS MORNING.

EVERYBODY'S

BEEN FREAKED OUT

ABOUT HOW MANY:

WE'VE BEEN HAVING.

AND THEN:

THESE PHONE CALLS.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

DON'T ANSWER IT.

[RING]

HELLO?

Man:
EXCUSE ME, MA'AM,

BUT WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE.

OK.

DYLAN, I GOTTA GO.

FORGIVE ME?

BYE.

I'LL CALL THE COPS

FOR YOU.

YOU'VE GOT THE NUMBER

ON THE FRIDGE, RIGHT?

YOU JUST GIVE THEM

THE TIME THEY CALLED,

AND THEN THEY'RE KEEPING

THIS LIST, SUPPOSEDLY.

AND, JULIE...

I'M REALLY SORRY.

MY NERVES ARE:

A LITTLE RAW THESE DAYS.

IT'S OK.

HA HA HA! YEAH.

I GOTTA GO.

MORNING.

GOOD MORNING.

YOU PLAYED THAT GIRL.

IN THAT MOVIE.

WITH THE GUY WITH THE--FFT!

YEAH, SURE. THAT'S YOU.

THAT'S WHAT

I LOVE ABOUT THIS JOB.

I GET TO MEET THE STARS.

I'M HARDLY A STAR.

WHAT, ARE YOU KIDDING?

I LOVE YOUR STUFF.

THE FIRST WAS THE BEST.

WHERE THE GIRLFRIEND'S CUT OPEN

AND DRAGGED ACROSS THE CEILING.

IT WAS AWESOME.

AND WHEN ALL THAT BLOOD COMES

OUT OF YOUR BOYFRIEND'S BED?

I THOUGHT I'D SH*T.

BUT THEY NEVER SHOULD

HAVE KILLED OFF FREDDY.

HEATHER, LOOK,

WE GOTTA GO.

CUTTING IT KIND:

OF CLOSE, AREN'T YOU?

WHAT, ARE YOU TRYING

TO GET ME FIRED?

OK, OK, OK!

WE'RE COMING!

NO, NO, NO, NO!

SO, HEATHER,

WE'RE APPROACHING

THE 10th ANNIVERSARY

OF THIS WHOLE NIGHTMARE

ON ELM STREET THING.

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