
Wes Craven’s
- Year:
- 1994
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FADE IN:
INT. BOILER ROOM
DEEP, GRIM MUSIC in ULTRA-STEREO, SUPERSATURATED COLORS,
CAMERA MOVES SLICK AND OMINOUS, as we BEGIN A SERIES OF CLOSE
SHOTS OF GRIMY HANDS. BUILDING --
A STEEL HAND, shining dully in the dark shadows of a filthy
boiler room - being assembled slowly over --
METAL FINGERS -- COMPOSITE SINEW -- the SPARK of hammer on
metal -- then -- the thing suddenly flexes as if alive --
CLOSE ON REMOTE CONTROL DEVICE -- clean hands manipulating
levers --
THE STEEL HAND -- forms into a heavy fist -- thumps on table -
- then the GRIMY HANDS of the CREATOR thrust in again --
begin affixing long, shining blades to the end of the steel
fingers --
CLOSER ON BLADES -- gleaming, dangerously long.
CUTAWAYS TO FURNACES -- belching FIRE and SMOKE.
STEAM PIPES -- hissing and dripping into endless depths of
this hellish place.
THE HAND -- fitted with the final claw -- now a super-modern,
almost futuristic version of Freddy's glove -- flexing and
trembling.
THE MAKER'S RIGHT HAND -- caresses it -- then retracts and
lays itself on the filthy work bench -- the MAKER'S LEFT HAND
ENTERS FRAME WITH A HUGE CLEAVER and raises it over the wrist
of the right hand -- then strikes down hard!
CUT TO A CAMERA AND DOLLY -- BEHIND, IN THE SHADOWS -- A
SHADOWY CREW GASPS -- we hear a muffled EEUWWW --
THE STUMP OF THE MAKER'S RIGHT ARM -- now spurting blood --
raises --
VOICE (O.S.)
More blood, more blood!
Nearby, CHUCK and TERRY, two young SPFX assistants, pump fake
blood through tubing, using large plastic syringes. It's a
messy job, they're covered with fake blood themselves, as
their boss, CHASE PORTER, good-looking, early 30's, tweaks
the levers of a remote control device.
BEHIND THEM, at the edge of the set, Chase's wife, HEATHER
LANGENKAMP, 30, dressed in woman's pajamas, and his son
DYLAN, 5, watch from their chairs. Heather, appalled by the
scene's violence, puts her hand over Dylan's startled eyes.
THE STUMP OF THE MAKER'S ARM thrusts now into the cuff of the
steel hand, synthetic tendons snake out of the steel hand and
bury themselves in the maker's wrists, and the unseen actor
flexes the razor-sharp steel blades, wheels and SLASHES INTO
CAMERA as we hear
VOICE (cont'd) (O.S.)
CUT! Fantastic!
BUZZER. THE FURNACES STOP BELCHING FIRE. SMOKE, STEAM and
WATER stop dead. Instead there's CHATTER, LIGHTS and
movement as the crew bustles in to reset for the next take.
The director, WES CRAVEN, rushes over to Chase ad thumps him
on the back.
CRAVEN:
Chase, you're a genius! This makes his
old claw look like Mother Theresa's!
Chase waves a 'them too' hand towards his assistants.
CRAVEN (cont'd)
You, too, Terry, Chuck. Great blood!
CHUCK:
Thank you.
TERRY:
It's some of our best work.
Laughter. Craven cracks a bottle of Lipovitan. Chuck walks
by with dripping steel hand as Chase rumples Dylan's hair.
CHASE:
Want to see some neat stuff?
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