A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #11

INSERT ON HER ARM and the BURN there; about the size and shape of

a half-dollar.

WIDER ON NANCY. Utterly, chillingly confused.

62A. TINA, against the tree inches from NANCY, (SC 7) -- turns to her and

says --

TINA:

Couldn't get back to sleep

at all.

(beat)

What you dream?

63. EXT. A BUSY STREET. DAY. 63.

NANCY is walking quickly, head erect, jaw set. Then she enters

her father's Police Station.

64. INT. VAN NUYS POLICE STATION. DAY. 64.

NANCY crosses directly to the GARCIA.

NANCY:

My dad here?

GARCIA looks up from his paperwork.

SERGEANT GARCIA:

Lieutenant.

LT THOMPSON emerges from another room, uneasy to see NANCY.

LT THOMPSON:

Decide to take a day off after

all?

NANCY:

Dad, I want to see Rod Lane.

THOMPSON doesn't miss a beat.

LT THOMPSON:

Only family allowed, Nancy. You

know the drill.

NANCY:

Just want to talk to him a second.

LT THOMPSON:

He's dangerous.

NANCY:

You don't know he did it.

LT THOMPSON:

No, I know, thanks to your

own testimony, that he was

locked in a room with a girl

who went in alive and came

out in a rubber bag.

NANCY flinches; her father shows the first signs of color in his

neck.

NANCY:

I just want to talk to him.

(beat, lower)

Please, Dad.

THOMPSON shifts almost imperceptibly towards GARCIA, then turns

back to NANCY.

LT THOMPSON:

Make it fast.

DISSOLVE TO:

65. INT. CELL AREA. DAY. 65.

A GUARD exits pushing a cart of food trays. NANCY waits warily

until he's gone, then looks back to ROD LANE. ROD looks more

like a captured coyote than a human; haggard, ribbed, expecting

poisoned bait. His hair is wet, his clothes are borrowed jeans

and work shirt.

NANCY:

(low)

And then what happened?

ROD:

I told you.

(reluctantly)

It was dark, but I'm sure there

was someone else IN there, under

the covers with her.

NANCY reacts.

NANCY:

How could somebody get under

the covers with you guys

without you knowing it?

ROD:

How the f*** do I know?

(beat)

I don't expect you to believe

me.

NANCY studies his encrypted eyes. Surprisingly, she looks like

she just might believe him. She leans closer with a new

thought.

NANCY:

What he look like? You get

a look at him?

He looks away.

ROD:

No.

NANCY:

Well then how can you say

somebody else was there?

ROD:

Because somebody cut her. While

I watched.

Now the place is so quiet you can hear heartbeats.

NANCY:

Somebody cut her while you watched

and you don't know what he looked

like?

ROD smiles an insane smile, stuck with a reality no one will

buy.

ROD:

You couldn't see the f***er.

You could just see the cuts

happening, all at once.

NANCY gives a twitch.

NANCY:

What you mean 'all at once'?

ROD:

(low)

I mean, it was as if there were

four razors cutting her at the

same time. But invisible razors.

She just... opened up...

By now he's picking at a clot of dark blood on his jacket, as if

it was a scab on his own body. Then he catches NANCY watching

and turns away to the back of the cell. He smashes his fist into

the wall -- bone-crushing blows that scare the wits out of

NANCY.

NANCY:

Rod!

He stops, and his fist is dripping blood as he says in a small,

sad voice.

ROD:

I probably could've saved her

if I'd moved sooner... But I

thought it was just another

nightmare, like the one I had

the night before.

(beat)

There... was this guy who had

knives for fingers...

CLOSE ON NANCY, unable to swallow the gorge rising in her

throat. ROD turns to her, and to his surprise she's ashen.

ROD (CONTD)

Do you think I did it?

NANCY:

No.

FADE TO BLACK:

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