A Nightmare on Elm Street: Westin Hills Stories 4 – The Dream Network - Screenplay
A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: WESTIN HILLS STORIES 4 – THE DREAM NETWORK
Screenplay by: Kalifornia Jani + ChatGPT
Based on characters created by Wes Craven
Draft: Condensed feature (≈28–32 pages if expanded)
LOGLINE
After Freddy escapes into the internet via Westin Hills’ neural lab, a haunted psychiatrist and a sleep-hacker crew must jack into a shared “dream network” to cut Freddy’s viral spread—before he upgrades from nightmares to waking, networked mass murder.
CAST OF MAIN CHARACTERS
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Dr. MARION BISHOP (30s) – resilient psychiatrist, guilt-scarred from Jacob’s death.
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DR. RYAN DORSETT (30s) – ex-FBI profiler turned hospital consultant; rational skeptic.
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AVA TORRES (20s) – insomniac coder/streamer; sleep-paralysis vet; black-hat past.
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MATT “PATCH” JIANG (20s) – hardware savant; calm under pressure.
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TARA REYES (19) – survivor from WHS2; lucid dreamer with panic disorder.
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FREDDY KRUEGER – now a networked dream entity with a digital “upgrade.”
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JACOB KRUEGER – residual echo/data ghost; Freddy’s unwilling conduit.
TONE & STYLE
Classic Elm Street surreal gore + modern cyber-horror: CRT noise, streaming interfaces, glitch fire, VHS textures meeting neon circuitry. Kills are themed to connection, latency, uploads/downloads, and terms of service you didn’t read.
ACT I – “BUFFERING”
FADE IN:
BLACK SCREEN.
The sound of breathing through static.
A faint nursery rhyme morphs into modem tones.
TITLE CARD:
A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: WESTIN HILLS STORIES 4 – THE DREAM NETWORK
INT. DREAM VOID – NIGHT – SCENE 1
A series of flashes: fragments of nightmares, looping and burning away like corrupted video files.
SUPER: “PREVIOUSLY ON WESTIN HILLS STORIES…”
MONTAGE – “PREVIOUSLY ON”
(SCENE 1A)
Freddy Krueger’s glove ignites inside a boiler room.
Chains twist like data cables.
FREDDY (V.O.)
Daddy’s home.
(SCENE 1B)
Jacob Krueger—his face half-burned, half-human—screams inside a collapsing dream.
JACOB (V.O.)
He’s inside everyone now!
(SCENE 1C)
DR. MARION BISHOP injects herself with Hypnocil, wires strapped to her temples.
She whispers her mantra:
Wake by will, not by wire.
(SCENE 1D)
Monitors flicker—patients convulse. Freddy’s grin replaces the static.
(SCENE 1E)
The network crashes; Bishop wakes screaming.
DR. BISHOP (V.O.)
It’s over.
(SCENE 1F)
A black screen… then Freddy’s voice from the digital ether:
Guess who’s streaming now, bitch.
SMASH CUT TO BLACK.
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET – NIGHT – SCENE 2
Rain glistens on Elm Street.
A glowing laptop screen flickers through a teenager’s bedroom window.
INT. AARON’S BEDROOM – NIGHT – SCENE 3
AARON (17), gamer and streamer, sits at his desk. Earbuds in. Ring light glaring.
He talks to his audience, screen reflected in his glasses.
AARON
Yo guys, remember that “BoilerDream.exe” file from the dark web?
Time to see if Freddy’s still trending.
He opens the file. Static bursts across his monitor.
Chat messages scroll fast:
USER1: “don’t do it bro”
USER2: “turn it off!!”
USER3: “what’s that behind you?”
Aaron frowns, glancing at his webcam.
Behind him—a faint silhouette in the corner.
FREDDY (O.S.)
Nice connection, kid...
Aaron spins around.
Nothing there—just the hum of his PC fans.
He turns back to the screen—
Freddy’s burned face appears reflected in the glass.
FREDDY
Time to update your nightmares.
Freddy’s glove bursts through the monitor—shattering glass and pixels.
Aaron screams as he’s pulled into the screen.
CUT TO: Static on the stream.
TITLE SEQUENCE PLAYS — distorted heavy synth version of the Elm Street theme.
INT. WESTIN HILLS PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL – CONFERENCE ROOM – DAY – SCENE 4
DR. MARION BISHOP (30s), weary but resolute, faces a group of administrators and tech consultants.
Diagrams of neural pathways and dream network nodes cover the screen.
BISHOP
These deaths aren’t isolated.
He’s using digital sleep data to rebuild himself—in us.
ADMINISTRATOR
You’re saying a computer virus killed that streamer?
BISHOP
No. I’m saying Freddy Krueger has evolved.
The room murmurs with disbelief.
DR. RYAN DORSETT (30s)—ex-FBI profiler, logical and skeptical—leans forward.
DORSETT
You want me to believe a ghost is in the Wi-Fi?
BISHOP
No, Doctor. I want you to believe he’s in the mind that built it.
Tense silence.
EXT. WESTIN HILLS PARKING LOT – EVENING – SCENE 5
Bishop steps into the rain, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands.
A car pulls up—AVA TORRES (20s), tattooed hacker and former patient, leans out the window.
AVA
You’re still chasing ghosts, doc?
BISHOP
Ghosts don’t crash servers, Ava. They don’t livestream murders.
Ava smirks, intrigued despite herself.
AVA
Then let’s go ghost hunting.
CUT TO: Their car disappearing into the night.
INT. MAKERSPACE – NIGHT – SCENE 6
A cluttered tech hub. Wires. 3D printers. Neon light.
MATT “PATCH” JIANG (20s), hardware genius, builds an EEG headset from spare parts.
PATCH
Dream frequency analyzer.
If Freddy’s code rides REM, this will show it.
Bishop studies monitors displaying flickering brainwaves shaped like boiler flames.
BISHOP
He’s using our dreams as servers.
AVA
Then let’s crash the system.
INT. WESTIN HILLS – DREAM LAB – NIGHT – SCENE 7
The team preps a synchronized lucid-dream experiment:
Bishop, Ava, Patch, and TARA REYES (19)—a traumatized survivor from a prior Westin Hills event.
TARA
I can still see him. When I close my eyes, I feel heat.
BISHOP
That’s your fear talking. Anchor phrase, everyone.
They recite softly:
Wake by will, not by wire.
Machines power up. Heartbeats rise.
CUT TO:
INT. DREAMSCAPE – “THE ONRAMP” – NIGHT – SCENE 8
The four stand on a surreal highway made of login screens and browser tabs.
Cars drift, drivers asleep—dreamers from all over the world.
AVA
Jesus... he’s in everything connected to sleep data.
A BUFFERING WHEEL spins in the sky, expanding until it covers the moon.
It stops.
From the center steps FREDDY KRUEGER, burned flesh fused with flickering pixels.
FREDDY
Loading complete.
Ava screams as her hand turns into a digital cursor and pins to the road.
Bishop yanks her free.
The cursor leaves a bloody pixel trail.
BISHOP
Control your fear—he feeds on it!
FREDDY
You kids and your bandwidth... let’s see how fast you die.
He swipes—metal screech. Sparks and blood fill the air.
CUT TO:
INT. WESTIN HILLS – DREAM LAB – CONTINUOUS – SCENE 9
The real-world monitors glitch violently.
One screen displays the boiler room, the others show live brain scans forming Freddy’s grin.
PATCH (in dream) screams. His body jerks on the bed.
TARA
He’s crossing over—wake him up!
Freddy’s laughter bleeds into reality.
INT. DREAMSCAPE – THE VOID – SCENE 10
Bishop faces Freddy.
Digital chains bind her wrists, glowing red.
BISHOP
You can’t leave the dream without me.
FREDDY
Who says I’m leaving? I’m downloading.
He plunges his claw into the floor—data streams burst upward, sucking in light.
FREDDY (CONT’D)
Version 2.0, baby.
Ava grabs Bishop’s hand.
Together they shout:
Wake by will, not by wire!
WHITE FLASH—
INT. WESTIN HILLS – DREAM LAB – NIGHT – SCENE 11
They awaken gasping, drenched in sweat.
The room smells of burnt ozone.
BISHOP
He’s not confined anymore. He’s viral.
Patch stares at the monitors—
The Hypnocil mainframe runs a script titled: “BOILERDREAM.EXE – ACTIVE”
SMASH TO BLACK.
END OF ACT I – “BUFFERING”
ACT II – “PACKET LOSS” — PART 1: THE FEED AWAKENS
INT. WESTIN HILLS – DREAM LAB – NIGHT – SCENE 12
Ozone haze. Cooling fans tick down. BISHOP peels sensor gel from her temple; AVA flexes her scorched forearm; PATCH scrolls code.
On a monitor: BOILERDREAM.EXE – ACTIVE (DAEMON) sits in red text.
PATCH
It respawned after we woke. That’s not possible without… a host.
AVA
He’s riding the sleep API. If Eversleep’s cloud is caching sessions, he gets a free bed in everyone’s head.
DORSETT enters, coffee and suspicion.
DORSETT
Then we yank the plug on Eversleep.
BISHOP
Not yet. We need a map of infection or we’ll scatter him.
A heart monitor beeps from an adjacent ward—flatline, then restarts on its own.
They all look at the camera feed. Empty bed. The ECG printer spits Freddy’s grin in waveform.
SMASH TO:
INT. WESTIN HILLS – SECURITY HUB – NIGHT – SCENE 13
Banks of CCTV. PATCH pulls up logs; AVA overlays a packet sniffer. Streams of encrypted REM telemetry traverse a schematic of the hospital… then funnel downward.
AVA
See that? Traffic’s tunneling to a subterranean lease.
Your hospital sits on someone else’s backbone.
DORSETT
Whose?
PATCH
Eversleep. Colocation racks, Level B2. They never filed access on the main network.
BISHOP
He’s under us.
Sirens chirp. A new alert: REM Spike – Pediatrics.
Bishop bolts.
CUT TO:
INT. WESTIN HILLS – PEDIATRIC SLEEP WARD – NIGHT – SCENE 14
Dim cartoon nightlights. A GIRL (8) writhes in bed, whispering the rhyme. Her tablet on the nightstand displays “SWEET DREAMS – STORY MODE”.
BISHOP
(to nurse)
Kill Wi-Fi. Now.
The NURSE fumbles the panel. The tablet ignores it, app auto-updating.
The screen shows a friendly storybook boiler room. A hat in silhouette.
APP VOICE (CHEERY)
One, two—
(glitches)
Freddy’s coming for you—
The GIRL’s breath frosts; the room temperature drops. AVA yanks the tablet’s power—screen stays on.
AVA
Airplane mode won’t save you, sweetheart.
Bishop leans close to the girl, calm.
BISHOP
Anchor phrase with me, okay?
Wake by will, not by wire.
The girl echoes weakly. The tablet cracks down the middle—like scored glass—bleeding static.
The girl exhales; color returns to her face. The tablet finally dies.
DORSETT
He’s piggybacking “calming apps.”
God help us.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. WESTIN HILLS – CONFERENCE ROOM – LATE NIGHT – SCENE 15
Whiteboard jammed with diagrams: SLEEPERS → API → CACHE → CORE.
PATCH pins a printed network tree. A node blinks CORE: EVERSLEEP/B2.
PATCH
He’s not in one server—he’s sharded. We need to isolate his root process then brick the racks.
AVA
We’ll need a live tether in the core to bind him.
No tether, no box to bury.
DORSETT
Translation: someone goes under with a leash on the monster.
BISHOP meets his eyes. She doesn’t flinch.
BISHOP
I’ll take the tether.
TARA
(from the doorway)
You won’t go alone.
TARA steps in—smaller, steadier than before; eyes ringed with insomnia.
TARA (CONT’D)
He knows me. That’s our advantage.
Bishop nods: decided.
CUT TO:
EXT. WESTIN HILLS – SERVICE RAMP / LOADING DOCK – PRE-DAWN – SCENE 16
Cold mist. The team rolls a pelican case: analog kill switch, copper-line spool, Faraday hood, EEG caps.
A steel door marked B2 COLOCATION. A badge reader blinks.
AVA kneels, pops the plate, bridges contacts with a jumper.
AVA
On three, this thing’s deaf, dumb, and analog.
CLACK. The lock releases.
They descend.
SMASH TO:
INT. EVERSLEEP – SUBLEVEL B2 COLOCATION – PRE-DAWN – SCENE 17
A cathedral of server racks. Blue LED “stars.” The hum is almost breathing.
Reflective glass shows their warped faces; for a second, all five reflections wear a fedora.
DORSETT
(low)
Tell me I didn’t just see that.
PATCH unspools copper to a grounded rod; AVA boots a bare-metal console. Bishop sets the Faraday hood over a recliner.
BISHOP
Protocol: I enter first, establish tether.
Ava, patch the anchor phrase into the feedback loop.
Patch—pain spike on my mark.
Dorsett, if we lose me, you pull power. No debate.
Dorsett stares at the master breaker. Swallows.
DORSETT
Copy.
Tara takes Bishop’s hand; their pulse rhythms sync on a portable ECG.
TARA
I’ll be right behind you.
Bishop lies back, cap on, breath slow.
ALL (WHISPER)
Wake by will, not by wire.
AVA hits ENTER on an ominous command:
/init dreamlink --tether=local --anchor="Wake by will, not by wire"
The lights dip. The server room seems to tilt, gravity re-orienting toward the aisles.
Overhead cable trays rattle—like chains.
ACT II – “PACKET LOSS” — PART 2: THE EVERSLEEP RAID
INT. DREAMSCAPE – EVERSLEEP MIRROR CORE – NIGHT – SCENE 18
BISHOP opens her eyes – floating weightless inside a mirrored data cathedral.
Every surface is chrome, bending into infinity. Racks stretch upward like pillars of light.
Her tether glows – a thread of red copper connecting her wrist to the darkness above.
BISHOP
(whispering)
Ava… Patch… you copy?
Echoes answer her in three different voices, one human, one digital, one… Freddy.
FREDDY (V.O.)
Welcome back to my cloud, doc.
Population: you.
The reflections begin to bleed. Freddy’s face multiplies across a thousand mirrored planes.
CUT TO:
INT. EVERSLEEP SERVER ROOM – REALITY – SCENE 19
AVA watches Bishop’s vitals spike. PATCH types furiously at the console; code scrolls red.
PATCH
Pulse 240. REM desync. She’s slipping.
TARA
(steady)
I’m going in.
DORSETT
Absolutely not –
Too late. Tara grabs the secondary headset, slams the initiate key.
CUT TO:
INT. DREAMSCAPE – MIRROR CORE – CONTINUOUS – SCENE 20
TARA materializes beside Bishop. She looks almost translucent, data snow drifting off her skin.
TARA
He remembers me. That’s why I’m still half here.
BISHOP
Then find his root file.
They move through aisles of mirrored racks, each displaying looping nightmares: a mother, a child, a classroom – Freddy’s victims archived as data ghosts.
At the corridor’s end: a glowing DOOR / NODE marked “CORE ACCESS / JACOB.”
Tara freezes.
TARA
He’s using Jacob as bait.
FREDDY (V.O.)
Always was a momma’s boy.
The door bursts open. A figure steps out – JACOB KRUEGER, twentyish, pale code veins pulsing.
JACOB
(hollow)
He won’t let me die. He needs my dream DNA to stay real.
BISHOP
We can end this, Jacob.
FREDDY
(emerging behind him)
No end, doc – just updates.
Freddy’s claw erupts through Jacob’s chest.
Data spills like molten silver.
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. EVERSLEEP SERVER ROOM – REALITY – SCENE 21
Sparks leap from the racks. Alarm klaxons. AVA yells over the noise.
AVA
Power surge! He’s backfeeding!
PATCH slams breakers; the lights flicker but hold.
DORSETT
Kill it! Now!
AVA
If I pull power before they anchor him, he’ll scatter to every device on the grid!
The team hesitates—surrounded by humming metal, all of it whispering.
CUT TO:
INT. DREAMSCAPE – MIRROR CORE – SCENE 22
Freddy towers, half-flesh, half-circuitry. Jacob hangs like a puppet on data strings.
FREDDY
You tried to cage me in dreams.
Now I live in your feeds.
He flicks his glove – the copper tether snaps.
BISHOP is pulled toward a spinning void: a digital drain to the real world.
TARA grabs her hand – chain of light between them.
TARA
Say it! Anchor phrase!
BISHOP & TARA
Wake by will, not by wire!
They slam palms – a shockwave rips through the core.
Mirrors shatter, each reflecting Freddy’s face fracturing into static.
WHITE OUT.
INT. EVERSLEEP SERVER ROOM – REALITY – SCENE 23
AVA and PATCH are thrown back as a concussive EM burst rolls through.
Screens explode; alarms die.
Bishop and Tara jolt awake, screaming.
PATCH
We got him?
BISHOP
(breathless)
No. He’s sharded. Jacob’s the key now.
Behind them, one rack stays lit – a single drive labeled “CORE_BACKUP / JACOB” glowing crimson.
The faint sound of a child’s laugh leaks from it.
SMASH TO BLACK.
Bishop’s eyes flutter—then lock open as we—
SMASH CUT TO BLACK.
ACT II – “PACKET LOSS” — PART 3: THE SHARED INFECTION
INT. WESTIN HILLS – DREAM LAB – LATE NIGHT – SCENE 24
The team is back topside. The lab looks scorched, walls lined with fried routers and melted headsets.
A cooling fan clicks like a clock.
BISHOP wipes blood from her nose; her pupils flicker with static.
AVA
He’s in you. You pulled data out with you.
BISHOP
He piggybacks trauma. That’s his signal booster.
DORSETT
So now what, you exorcise the Wi-Fi?
Bishop glares. Dorsett exhales — his humor’s cracking under fear.
CUT TO:
INT. WESTIN HILLS – CORRIDOR – NIGHT – SCENE 25
Fluorescent lights hum. Bishop walks alone, barefoot, dazed.
Each light flickers on a second before she steps beneath it — like the building anticipates her.
A whisper chases her through the vents:
FREDDY (V.O.)
We’re synced now, doc. Same dream, different skins.
She stops at a maintenance mirror.
Her reflection blinks independently.
REFLECTION (FREDDY)
Told ya, therapy works both ways.
SMASH CUT:
Her hand punches the glass. Shards scatter like data shards, each reflecting Freddy’s grin.
INT. MAKERSPACE – NIGHT – SCENE 26
AVA and PATCH analyze Jacob’s backup drive — it throbs with faint light like a heartbeat.
TARA sits nearby, eyes half-open, fighting sleep.
PATCH
There’s neural code inside this file.
DNA structure, dream patterns… it’s alive.
AVA
He’s turning the network into his bloodstream.
A notification pops up on Ava’s monitor: “Incoming Stream Request – Unknown Host.”
She clicks decline. It reappears. Over and over.
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
TARA
(softly)
Don’t answer.
AVA
(grinning nervously)
What’s the worst that could—
Before she finishes, the screen accepts itself.
A 240p video window opens: Freddy’s face rendered in ASCII characters.
FREDDY (ON SCREEN)
You kids keep me trending…
Let’s collab.
The lights die.
BLACKOUT.
INT. MAKERSPACE – CONTINUOUS – SCENE 27
Emergency lights glow red. Freddy’s laugh reverberates from the servers.
AVA slams the breaker. PATCH grabs a flashlight.
On the floor: TARA — eyes rolling, caught mid-dream, whispering.
TARA
He’s here. Inside me.
Freddy’s glove bursts through her chest — made of light, not metal.
AVA screams; PATCH swings a chair through the apparition — it shatters like glass.
Tara gasps awake. No wound. Just a burn mark in the shape of a Wi-Fi symbol.
TARA (shaking)
He’s marking us.
CUT TO:
INT. WESTIN HILLS – SECURITY OFFICE – NIGHT – SCENE 28
DORSETT rewinds surveillance footage from the lab.
Frame by frame, he sees Bishop standing still while everyone else works — her eyes glowing.
He zooms closer. Behind her reflection — Freddy’s face overlays hers, one frame at a time.
DORSETT
Jesus…
He grabs a walkie.
DORSETT (into radio)
Bishop, come in. You’re not alone in there.
Feedback answers him — Freddy’s nursery rhyme, distorted and metallic.
DORSETT (CONT’D)
(to himself)
Not again.
He pockets his gun and heads out.
INT. WESTIN HILLS – DREAM LAB – NIGHT – SCENE 29
The team regroups. The drive sits on a table, pulsing faster.
BISHOP enters, pale and sweating.
AVA
You okay?
BISHOP
He’s adapting. Each of us is a shard now.
PATCH
Then we cut the network. Physically.
BISHOP
Not enough. He’ll respawn on backups.
The only way to stop him—
(beat)
—is to trap him in one host.
Everyone stares.
DORSETT
That’s suicide.
BISHOP
Maybe.
But it’s the only firewall he can’t hack.
Tara steps forward.
TARA
Then I’ll do it.
BISHOP
No.
He wants me.
The lights flicker. Freddy’s voice comes through the PA system, distorted and gleeful.
FREDDY (V.O.)
I knew we’d make a killer team.
SMASH TO BLACK.
ACT II – “PACKET LOSS” — PART 4: THE SWITCHYARD NIGHTMARE
INT. WESTIN HILLS – SERVICE CORRIDOR – PRE-DAWN – SCENE 30
Red emergency lights strobe. Steam hisses from ruptured pipes.
BISHOP leads the team toward the old electrical sub-basement—once the hospital’s boiler level, now a tangle of modern fiber.
BISHOP
He’s bleeding through the grid. If we follow the surge, it’ll take us straight to his root.
DORSETT
You mean straight into him.
They reach a rusted door marked “SWITCHYARD ACCESS.”
A faint heartbeat thrums behind it—in sync with the pulsing lights.
CUT TO:
INT. SWITCHYARD – CONTINUOUS – SCENE 31
Rows of humming transformers stretch into darkness. Copper conduits glow faint orange.
The air smells of burnt sugar and ozone.
Patch checks his instruments.
PATCH
Power draw’s impossible. Something’s feeding upstream—like a dream loop stuck open.
AVA
That’s him. He’s caching reality.
A low chuckle vibrates through the metal floor.
FREDDY (V.O.)
Welcome to my sandbox, kids. Don’t trip a breaker.
Every transformer pops its fuse simultaneously. Sparks rain.
SMASH CUT:
INT. SWITCHYARD – DREAM OVERLAY – SCENE 32
Reality bends—copper cables twist into chains.
The ceiling ripples, revealing the boiler room merged with fiber and code.
The team’s flashlights now burn crimson.
BISHOP realizes they’ve slipped into a shared lucid layer.
BISHOP
He’s bridging both sides. Stay conscious—remember the anchor phrase.
ALL
Wake by will, not by wire!
The sound bounces endlessly, echoed by unseen mouths.
TARA spots movement—a child-sized silhouette dragging its claws along the wall.
TARA
Jacob?
The figure turns—half Jacob, half Freddy—eyes glowing binary green.
HYBRID JACOB
I can’t hold him anymore.
The walls pulse; the team clutches their heads as screams turn into modem squeals.
INT. DREAM/REALITY INTERCUT – SCENE 33
REAL: AVA and PATCH convulse in their harnesses, eyes rolling white.
DREAM: Freddy grows to titanic scale, his glove fused with data cables.
FREDDY
You uploaded me—now download your doom!
He swings; the glove slices through a transformer, spraying molten metal and fire.
PATCH dives in front of Ava—takes the hit—his dream body explodes into code that dissipates like snow.
AVA wakes screaming, yanking free of her tether.
AVA (real)
Patch! Wake up!
No response—just static in his headset.
INT. SWITCHYARD – DREAM PLANE – SCENE 34
BISHOP and TARA face Freddy alone.
BISHOP
You can’t live without a host. You need us.
FREDDY
Then I’ll take the deluxe package—unlimited screams, no throttling.
He drives his claws into the ground; the entire grid lights like hellfire.
Electric ghosts of Westin Hills’ past patients writhe within the circuits.
Tara charges with a metal rod—impales Freddy through the chest. He laughs.
FREDDY
Thanks for the jolt.
He grabs Tara by the face—her skin flickers between pixels and flesh.
TARA
(through distortion)
Wake… by will…
BISHOP slams her palm to Tara’s forehead—joining her mind.
FLASH—
They both surge with white light. Freddy howls, burning out in a spray of sparks.
SILENCE.
INT. WESTIN HILLS – SWITCHYARD REALITY – DAWN – SCENE 35
Smoke. Power gone. Bishop lies beside Tara, both alive.
Ava kneels over Patch’s lifeless body, trembling.
Dorsett limps in, gun drawn, scanning.
DORSETT
What happened?
BISHOP
(weak)
We cut his power… but he’s not gone. He’s fragmented.
She gestures toward the main console—screens reboot one by one, displaying random live camera feeds from around the world: sleeping people, phones on nightstands.
AVA
He’s spreading through the smart-devices.
BISHOP
Then we follow him in. One last time.
Bishop meets Dorsett’s eyes—resolve forged in horror.
BISHOP (CONT'D)
Prepare the tether. We’re going hunting.
SMASH TO BLACK.
END OF ACT II – “PACKET LOSS.”
ACT III – “HARD RESET”
INT. WESTIN HILLS – DREAM LAB – NIGHT – SCENE 36
The lab is a disaster zone: flickering monitors, melted wiring, and the faint smell of smoke.
AVA and DORSETT salvage what’s left of the analog equipment.
BISHOP kneels beside PATCH’s covered body.
BISHOP
He bought us time. Let’s not waste it.
She looks to TARA—bandaged, pale, trembling but awake.
TARA
We can still reach him, right?
Find where he’s hiding?
BISHOP
Not hiding. Streaming. The Dream Network’s live and global now.
INT. WESTIN HILLS – TECH ROOM – NIGHT – SCENE 37
AVA builds a jury-rigged neural rig: old EEG hardware wired through copper analog lines and a Faraday cage.
She scribbles equations on the wall—signal-to-dream ratios, REM thresholds.
AVA
The moment we go under, the rig will sync with every live node in the Dream Network.
We’ll be inside everyone’s nightmare at once.
DORSETT
Sounds crowded.
BISHOP
Perfect. Let’s lose him in his own crowd.
INT. DREAM LAB – LATER – SCENE 38
Three chairs, three tethers.
AVA, TARA, and BISHOP hook up. DORSETT mans the manual breaker.
DORSETT
If you start seizing, I kill power. No arguments.
BISHOP
You won’t have to. Just listen.
(beat)
Wake by will, not by wire.
They all repeat the phrase. The world fades to static.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. DREAMSCAPE – “THE NETWORK VOID” – SCENE 39
An endless black grid of floating windows—each showing a sleeper’s nightmare: wars, accidents, silent screams.
The trio materializes mid-air, tethered by light.
TARA
He’s everywhere.
AVA
Then we trace the loudest scream. That’ll be his core.
The windows swirl together, forming a massive digital vortex—a face forming from millions of terrified dreamers.
FREDDY (V.O.)
Welcome to the cloud, ladies.
Population: pain.
INT. DREAMSCAPE – FREDDY’S DOMAIN – SCENE 40
They land on a floor made of burning motherboards and children’s drawings.
Boiler pipes pump fire through fiber-optic veins.
FREDDY rises—now a grotesque hybrid of flesh and code, his glove segmented like robotic claws.
FREDDY
Remember dial-up? I miss the sound of screaming connections.
He rakes the air; a shockwave sends AVA flying. She crashes through a wall of screens.
AVA
(through static)
We have to isolate him—cut the host IDs!
BISHOP
Do it! Tara, help me pin him!
INT. DREAMSCAPE – BATTLE SEQUENCE – SCENE 41
TARA creates walls of lucid light—manifesting control over the dream.
BISHOP chants the anchor phrase.
FREDDY laughs, unfazed, and tears through the constructs.
FREDDY
You still think you’re dreaming.
Honey, you’re buffering.
He impales BISHOP—then stops, realizing his glove is stuck in her chest.
Her blood glows copper.
BISHOP
You can’t kill what you’re using for bandwidth.
She grabs his wrist—data surges up the tether, feeding back into him.
FREDDY
What the—?
AVA (O.S.)
Loop complete.
AVA triggers the kill script: a giant firewall ring ignites around them.
INT. DREAMSCAPE – FIREWALL CIRCLE – SCENE 42
The world convulses.
Freddy’s body glitches, fragments—faces of every victim flashing across him.
FREDDY
I’ll never log off!
BISHOP
You already did.
She pulls the tether cable from her chest and slams it into Freddy’s heart.
White light floods everything.
INT. WESTIN HILLS – DREAM LAB – DAWN – SCENE 43
AVA and TARA jolt awake, coughing, smoke curling from the rig.
DORSETT kills power, rushes to them.
DORSETT
Marion? Bishop?
No answer.
Her chair is empty. Only the copper tether remains, burnt at both ends.
TARA
She stayed behind…
AVA
Maybe she trapped him there.
The monitors flicker once, then die. Silence.
EXT. WESTIN HILLS – MORNING – SCENE 44
Ambulances, smoke, sunrise.
TARA watches the building smolder.
AVA loads equipment into a van.
DORSETT
If she’s gone, she saved more than this place.
Half the world’s REM traffic just… flatlined.
AVA
Maybe she’s the firewall now.
They drive off down Elm Street.
INT. DREAMSCAPE – UNKNOWN LOCATION – SCENE 45
A single hospital corridor floats in black void.
BISHOP stands alone, her body glowing faintly.
A child’s laughter echoes.
She turns—Jacob’s spirit stands there, calm.
JACOB
You did it.
But he’s not gone. You can’t delete fear.
BISHOP
Then I’ll keep it contained.
A door appears: WESTIN HILLS – DREAM NETWORK / SECURE MODE.
She steps through.
CUT TO WHITE.
EXT. RADIO STATION – NIGHT – SCENE 46 (STINGER)
Analog tower blinking in darkness.
A new DJ signs on air.
DJ (V.O.)
Late-night requests welcome. Sweet dreams, Springwood.
The vinyl spins backward.
In the hiss: Freddy’s laugh.
The tower’s light flickers from red to burning orange.
SMASH TO BLACK.
THE END
TITLE CARD:
FREDDY WILL RETURN IN — WESTIN HILLS STORIES 5: DEAD AIR
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