Wes Craven’s Page #3

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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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