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Wes Craven’s New Nightmare Page #5
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WHATEVER YOU WANT
TO CALL IT.
IT'S OLD. IT'S VERY OLD.
[SIGHS] IT'S EXISTED
IN DIFFERENT FORMS
IN DIFFERENT TIMES.
REALLY.
WHAT IS THAT?
OH, THE MURDER
OF INNOCENTS.
WE'RE TALKING ABOUT,
RIGHT, WES?
YEAH, WELL,
AS A NIGHTMARE:
IN PROGRESS.
IN PROGRESS THEN,
DOES THIS THING:
HAVE ANY WEAKNESSES?
CAPTURED SOMETIMES.
CAPTURED? HOW?
BY STORYTELLERS,
OF ALL THINGS.
I MEAN,
EVERY SO OFTEN,
THEY IMAGINE A STORY
GOOD ENOUGH:
TO SORT OF:
CATCH ITS ESSENCE.
AND THEN, FOR A WHILE
IT'S HELD PRISONER
IN THE STORY.
LIKE THE GENIE:
IN THE BOTTLE.
EXACTLY. EXACTLY.
IT CAN GET:
OR SOMEBODY:
WATERS IT DOWN:
SELL, YOU KNOW, OR...
MAYBE IT'S JUST
THAT:
IT'S BANNED OUTRIGHT.
HOWEVER IT HAPPENS,
YOU'RE SAYING FREDDY
RIGHT.
THE CURRENT VERSION.
AND FOR 10 YEARS,
ELM STREET SERIES,
BUT...
HAVE ENDED,
THE GENIE'S
ARE TELLING ME.
THAT'S WHAT I'M WRITING.
IN YOUR SCRIPT,
ANOTHER AGE?
ANOTHER FORM?
NO, THAT'S NOT WHAT
AND HE LIKES:
SO HE'S DECIDED
TO CROSS OVER:
OUT OF FILMS:
INTO OUR REALITY.
ISN'T THERE SOMEBODY
ACTUALLY THERE IS
SORT OF A GATEKEEPER,
SO TO SPEAK.
SOMEBODY THAT:
THAT PERSON'S YOU,
HEATHER.
IT'S ME?
YEAH.
WHY ME?
WELL,
DRAMATICALLY SPEAKING,
YOU PLAYED NANCY,
AFTER ALL,
TO HUMILIATE HIM,
DEFEAT HIM.
THAT WAS NANCY, WES.
THAT'S NOT ME.
HE'S GOT TO
COME THROUGH YOU.
AND IT'S INEVITABLE
THAT HE'S GONNA
AT YOUR MOST:
VULNERABLE POINTS.
OH, MY GOD, WES.
DID YOU KNOW?
IT--IT WAS A SCRIPT.
IT WAS A DREAM.
I DIDN'T--
I DIDN'T KNOW.
WES.
WES?
TO STOP HIM:
IS TO MAKE:
ANOTHER MOVIE.
I'M GONNA STAY
BY THIS COMPUTER
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE
TO MAKE A CHOICE.
CHOICE?
ONE LAST TIME.
OF CHILDHOOD SCHIZOPHRENIA
"ARE DUPLICATED IN CHILDREN
SUFFERING FROM SLEEP
DEPRIVATION."
"SLEEP DEPRIVATION CAN PRODUCE
TRANCE-LIKE STATES,
"MECHANICAL BEHAVIOR.
THE CHILD MIGHT..."
FREDDY,
FOR ALL I KNOW.
AS IN ME?
NO, IT ISN'T YOU.
HE'S SCARIER.
DARKER, MORE EVIL?
HE'S DECIDED
TO CROSS OVER,
OUT OF FILMS,
INTO OUR REALITY.
NEVER SLEEP AGAIN.
[STATIC HISSING]
SUFFERED ITS OWN TERROR TODAY,
AS 2 OF HOLLYWOOD'S BEST KNOWN
SPECIAL-EFFECTS TECHNICIANS
WERE FOUND DEAD:
IN A VACANT FIELD.
TERRANCE FEINSTEIN
AND CHARLES WILSON,
2 SPECIAL-EFFECTS ARTISTS
REPUTEDLY WORKING
ON A TOP-SECRET PROJECT
[RUMBLING]
OF A BOTCHED THEFT,
WHICH APPARENTLY TOOK PLACE
AAH!
[RUMBLING STOPS]
[CREAK]
[CREAK]
OH, GOD.
[CREAK]
MISS ME?
AAH!
NANCY.
[CREAK]
OW!
OHH!
OH, DYLAN, DYLAN.
YOU MUST UNDERSTAND.
Julie:
NO, I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
I TOLD YOU:
I'M HIS BABY-SITTER.
I'M A CLOSE FRIEND
FOR A MINUTE.
60 SECONDS. COME ON.
JULIE?
HEATHER.
I DON'T KNOW.
DREAM ABOUT DYLAN.
AND SEE HIM.
YOU MUST THINK:
I'M CRAZY.
NO, I DON'T.
I DON'T KNOW.
MISS LANGENKAMP.
IN INTENSIVE CARE.
DYLAN?
HE'S HOLDING WELL.
EARLIER:
HE'S IN
OH, MY GOD.
HEATHER.
SEEMS WE'VE HAD
AN ACCIDENT,
MISS LANGENKAMP. MAY I?
IT HAPPENED:
IN THE EARTHQUAKE.
I FELL.
IN A MOMENT.
A FEW INCHES:
NEARER THE WRIST...
BUT THESE LOOK:
QUITE FRESH.
THEY ARE. IT HAPPENED
IN TONIGHT'S EARTHQUAKE.
IT HAPPENED:
JUST 15 MINUTES AGO.
OVER HERE.
YOUR SON...
IS APPARENTLY:
TERRIFIED OF A MAN--
SOMEONE HE THINKS
MISS LANGENKAMP?
HIS DINOSAUR REX.
BED.
FREDDY KRUEGER?
WITH THE CLAWS?
IS THAT WHO:
HE'S AFRAID OF?
YOUR FILMS, HAVEN'T YOU?
EVERY KID KNOWS WHO FREDDY IS.
YES.
WELL, INTERESTING TALKING
WITH YOU, MISS LANGENKAMP.
[HEART MONITOR BEEPING]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
HOW'S HE DOING?
[BEEP]
DYLAN.
HONEY.
YOU SHOULDN'T DO THAT.
TOO LATE.
I'M ALMOST THERE,
HEATHER.
ALMOST THERE.
DADDY!
DYLAN!
DOCTOR!
MUCH LONGER, DOCTOR.
GET THE FULL:
ANESTHETIC, STAT.
WE DON'T HAVE THAT
HERE, DOCTOR.
NO ANESTHETIC,
YOU SAY?
SCREW IT, THEN.
I'M GOING IN.
LITTLE BOOGER'S FULL OF
SOMETHING I DON'T LIKE.
GOOD AND PROPER.
CUT THIS EVIL:
OUT OF HIM.
HA!
NO, NO!
GLORIA!
WHO?
FREDDY!
WHO? FREDDY KRUEGER
OR SOMETHING?
MY BABY!
MISS LANGENKAMP!
HE'S DOWNSTAIRS
FOR FURTHER TESTING.
HE WAS HERE,
YOU FELL ASLEEP,
WE TOOK HIM.
FRANKLY, WE DIDN'T WANT
TO WAKE YOU.
THAT'S HIS BABY-SITTER,
RIGHT?
BELIEVE ME.
EVERYTHING IS FINE.
EVERYTHING'S NOT FINE.
DAMN!
CALL SECURITY.
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