Wes Craven’s Page #4
- Year:
- 1994
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Dylan shakes his head. Heather kisses him.
CHASE:
Just an earthquake, Dylan. Every once in
a while we get a few.
HEATHER:
No biggie, really.
Chase rumples the kid's hair. Then Dylan says solemnly.
DYLAN:
Daddy, blood.
Heather follows Dylan's eyes to Chase, to his bloody hand.
Chase notices with a start, grabbing one of Dylan's T-shirts
and wrapping it, saying a bit too quickly.
CHASE:
Nothing, guys, just a scratch.
But it's already been dripping through the cotton.
HEATHER:
Where'd you...get that?
Chase shrugs.
CHASE:
The picture, I guess. When it fell.
It's nothing, really.
He gives her a look, like 'cool it in front of the kid, at
least', and turns.
CHASE (cont'd)
I'll put a bandage on it. Don't worry
about it.
And he goes out. Heather looks at Dylan and he looks at her.
It's hard to say which is more frightened.
INT. KITCHEN/DEN - DAY
Heather, keeping to herself, tries to make order from the
mess in the cabinets. Chase, hand bandaged, brooms broken
crockery until the kettle whistles, then abandons the cleanup
to make instant coffee.
HEATHER:
One of mom's cups got broken.
CHASE:
I'm sorry. At least we're in on piece.
She says nothing. In the living room, the TV NEWSCASTER
drones on about the morning's 5.5 quake, ('...latest of what
Seismologists are calling a swarm').
HEATHER:
Do we have to watch that?
Chase, washing down a fast piece of toast, yawns and blinks.
CHASE:
He zaps it off. Heather eyes him, then turns on Dylan who's
making a face in his oatmeal. Scary eyes. Gape of mouth.
HEATHER:
Dylan, it's breakfast. Not arts and
crafts
(feels Chase watching)
What?
CHASE:
You get any sleep last night?
HEATHER:
More or less.
(swipes hair from eyes)
Dylan, time to get dressed. I'm late.
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