Wes Craven’s New Nightmare Page #3
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- 1994
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FIRE, SMOKE AND STEAM HOWLING as Chuck crashes blindly into
Chase and both go down. Terry claws cursing through the
jumble atop the toolbench, trying to find where the damn
thing went.
ANGLE ON THE FLOOR - THE CLAW skitters down on one leg of the
bench fast as a wharf rat and attacks Terry's foot, slicing
through his Achilles tendon!
TERRY shrieks and falls hard, and the instant he slams into
the floor, the claw drives straight into his heart! Terry
screams as the claw wheels and scrambles straight for the
sprawl of Chase and Chuck's convulsing body!
CU CHASE:
reacting in horror.
CHASE'S POV TO CHUCK'S BODY as the CLAW APPEARS over the rim
of Chuck's shoulder, inches from Chase's face, spreading its
talons wide!
CHASE:
Heather!
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Heather convulses in bed. Terror elevated by...
CHASE:
Heather!! Earthquake!!
Chase's already half out of bed, clawing at her.
CHASE (cont'd)
Get in the doorway
DYLAN (O.S.)
Mommmmeee!
That voice jolts her fully awake.
HEATHER:
Dylan!
A framed picture falls with a deafening crash, its glass
shattering, narrowly missing Chase. Heather sprawls out of
the room.
INT. STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS
HAND-HELD and rough, CAMERA grabbing the action as best it
can. Heather half runs, half braces against bucking walls
while pictures and china shatter. Chase staggering behind
her into
INT. DYLAN'S ROOM - DAY
The child sits upright among his twisted bedclothes staring
at the toys swinging wildly from his ceiling. Then it's
over.
CAMERA STABILIZES, but remains HANDHELD. There has not been
nor will there be any MUSIC CUES.
The house has fallen still. The swimming pool, seen outside
the window, slaps against its walls. There's a weird
ELECTRONIC ULULATION outside, up and down the street, like
spaceships landing. Heather looks at Chase.
CHASE:
Car alarms. You okay?
She nods, scrambles up and lifts Dylan, who's begun to cry.
Hugs him. He's full of jagged energy, soaked with sweat.
CHASE (cont'd)
You okay, chief?
DYLAN:
no.
HEATHER:
(feels his forehead)
You have a fever, sweetie?
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