A Nightmare on Elm Street 7: New Nightmare (New Nightmare)

More blood.

Great. Keep it coming. Chuck, Terry, pump away.

Don't be stingy.

Okay, watch that arm. I can see that fake arm.

Chase, keep that claw really moving.

Jeffrey, jam it on there just like Freddy would. Good. Good.

And cut. Print that, Gretchen.

Thank you, sir. Printing seven only.

You're a genius. This makes his old claw look like Mother Teresa's mitten.

You better thank them, they're very sensitive.

- Chuck, Terry, great blood. - Thank you very much.

Some of our best work.

Monkey man, wanna see some neat stuff?

- Yeah! - Chase.

Oh, come on.

It's only make-believe.

- Marianne, I gotta go. - Okay.

Low bridge.

We'll see if we can't find someone's to scare the pj's off of Mommy.

Hey, Heather.

You hungry, Dylan?

Ooh, gotcha.

It should have flexed more.

Chase, I think the servos got shorted out with blood.

Well, take it apart, pull it out, and insulate them with some styro.

Thing wasn't meant to be submerged, for Pete's sake.

I don't like that thing.

It puts bread on our table.

Is it alive, Daddy?

Heather, you're in the next shot.

State-of-the-art animatronics enhanced with bio-organic grafting.

Bull tendons.

- Nerve bundles from a live Doberman. - Chase.

Whoa.

Shit, Chuck!

Uh, it must have picked up a signal from an AD's walkie-talkie.

You sure it's turned off? - It's off.

It's funny, it's warm, just like a real hand.

Oh, God.

What the hell is going on? Cut the effects!

Chase!

Terry, where is it?

Terry!

Chuck, get off me!

Heather!

- Heather, where is it? Chase, where the hell is it?

Dylan!

Come on!

What the fuck?

Dylan.

Chase! No!

Earthquake. Come on.

Mommy!

Dylan!

Dylan! Dylan!

Dylan!

What is that?

Car alarms.

- You okay? - Yeah.

You okay, chief?

- No. Heh, heh.

- Honey, do you have a fever? - Just another earthquake, Dylan.

- Getting kind of fun, huh? - Daddy, blood.

It's nothing, guys.

It's a scratch. Really.

Where did you get that?

I don't know. Picture, I guess. The one that fell.

It's no big deal.

Put a bandage on it.

Don't worry about it.

Whoo!

Geologists at Caltech have confirmed...

- ...that this morning's aftershock... - Do we have to watch that?

You turned it on. - It caused further collapse...

...of the already badly damaged parking structure...

I'll turn it off.

This is normal, following a quake of last week's magnitude...

...now thought to be a massive 6.8.

Dylan, this is breakfast, not arts and crafts.

Grr.

What?

Did you get any sleep last night?

More or less.

Okay, time to get dressed. I'm late.

You're going away?

Just for a few hours. Julie will be with you.

Is there anything other than the obvious bothering you?

I think five earthquakes in three weeks is enough, sweetie.

Hasn't been another phone call, has there?

No.

Good sign. Two full weeks without him.

Maybe he got hit by a truck.

He's closer, if anything.

It's giving me nightmares, Chase.

Did you have one last night?

Ah, it's just the earthquakes, Heather.

Maybe.

Maybe I shouldn't do this interview today.

No. You've gotta get back on the horse sometime.

Look, you had a nutcase making harassing phone calls.

- I know how scary that's been. - No, you don't.

Okay. I don't.

But it doesn't mean that it can't be over.

Yeah, but what if it isn't over?

Maybe you should tell me your dream.

Oh, it was nothing. It was...

You and I were working on this movie, together for once...

...and one of your special effects went really wrong.

And Chuck and Terry got hurt...

...and, heh, well, your fingers were cut.

Right here?

Ooh!

Heather, you were probably half-awake...

...and saw my fingers get nicked when the mirror fell. Dreams are like that.

Look, if you don't want me to go on this job, I won't.

Pfft! Just be careful, okay?

I think I can survive two days in Palm Springs...

...supplying soap bubbles for a detergent commercial, don't you?

I guess so.

- You guess so? - Yeah.

Come here.

Mmm. Forty eight hours.

I'll be back in no time.

- I gotta go. - Okay.

Hey!

I love what you've done with the place.

Knock them dead.

Dylan, I gotta go! Take care of Mommy.

Bye.

Nancy.

Dylan.

Nancy.

Dylan, I don't want you watching this.

What? What's wrong? What's gotten into you?

Hello?

One, two--

- Hello? Freddy's coming for you!

Chase!

Someone's coming.

What?

- Are you okay, honey? - Yes.

Heather!

Hey.

Is everything okay?

Yeah. Just these quakes. Did you feel a little one just now?

Oh, no. A truck went by right before you opened the door.

That's life on the fault line.

- Hey, tiger. - Hi, Julie.

Oh!

Does he feel warm to you? He had a fever this morning, I think.

Hmm. No. He seems okay.

Are you sure that's all that's wrong? You seem--

Leave us alone, you son of a bitch!

L.A. Limousine, ma'am.

Just wanted you to know I'm out front.

I'm sorry! Can you hang on a minute?

Heather.

- What is it? - I don't know.

I just have this weird feeling today.

Mommy...

- ...stay home, then. - Dylan.

This damn caller.

He started again?

Sick fuck.

Sorry.

You know, Dylan doesn't seem to have a fever.

It's probably just your nerves.

Nerves?

I just meant from the shaker this morning.

I mean, everybody's freaked out about how many we've been having.

And then these phone calls.

Don't answer it.

- Hello? Excuse me, ma'am...

- ...but we are going to be late. - Okay.

Dylan?

I gotta go. Forgive me?

Bye.

I'll, uh, call the cops for you. You've got the number on the fridge, right?

Just give them the time they called and they're keeping this list, supposedly.

Oh, Julie.

I'm really sorry. My nerves are a little raw.

It's okay.

Yeah. I gotta go.

- Morning. - Good morning.

You play that girl?

In that movie. With the guy with the pfft!

Yeah, sure. That's you.

Ah, that's what I love about this job. I get to meet the stars.