A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #13

MARGE:

No television, forget the

homework, no phone calls.

NANCY:

No, Mother. Yes, Mother.

No, Mother.

72. INT. NANCY'S ROOM. NIGHT. 72.

MARGE:

And no school tomorrow, either.

you take a little vacation, relax

and rest for a change.

NANCY:

Yes, Mother. G'night.

MARGE offers a smile, and a little yellow pill.

MARGE:

Take this, it'll help you sleep.

NANCY:

Right.

NANCY pops it in her mouth and swallows obediently. MARGE leans

to her with a kiss.

MARGE:

Sleep tight, don't let the

bedbugs bite.

MARGE goes out, relieved. NANCY closes the door, leans against

it and spits the pill into her hand. She tosses it straight out

her window and takes a NoDoz.

FADE TO BLACK:

73. OMIT OMIT 73.

74. FADE UP ON INSERT OF TELEVISION SCREEN. 74.

A MONSTER MOVIE in BLACK AND WHITE. NO SOUND from the set.

75. PULL BACK to REVEAL NANCY propped up in bed, furtively watching. Or 75.

is she just thinking? A bedside CLOCK reads 12:45 pm.

The girl YAWNS. She shakes herself violently and sits up

straighter, forcing herself to concentrate on the movie.

75A. ON THE TELEVISION SCREEN. A DIVER struggles to keep facing a 75A.

large circling shark.

75B. ON NANCY. Her eyes droop shut -- then she jerks awake, rattling 75B.

her head as if it were a radio drifting off station. She tumbles

out of bed, throws open the window and takes a deep breath of the

cool night air.

76. EXT. NANCY'S HOUSE AND STREET. NIGHT. 76.

HIGH ANGLE, AT SECOND-STORY LEVEL. NANCY looks directly across

the street to a lighted, open window. Its curtains, sucked out

and waving in the night breeze, give the only motion to the

deserted street.

Then someone pitches out of the dark at her. NANCY gives a YELP

-- then clamps her hand over her mouth as she recognizes GLEN,

balanced precariously on the rose trellis outside her window.

GLEN:

Sorry! Saw your light on.

Thought I'd see how you were.

She gets herself together, barely.

NANCY:

Sometimes I wish you didn't live

right across the street.

GLEN:

Shut up and let me in. You ever

stand on a rose trellis in your

bare feet?

76A. INT. NANCY'S ROOM. NIGHT. 76A.

NANCY looks over her shoulder to make sure her mother hasn't

heard. GLEN's already through her window and planted on her

bed. NANCY points to a chair.

NANCY:

If you don't mind.

GLEN crosses to the chair and plops down.

GLEN:

So. I heard you freaked out

in English class today.

There's no maliciousness in his voice, and the familiar frankness

is actually comforting to NANCY.

NANCY:

Guess I did.

GLEN:

Haven't slept, have you?

NANCY:

Not really.

NANCY tries to smile, but can't fake it very well. GLEN looks

her over.

GLEN:

You look dead and rained on, if

you want the ugly truth. And

what you do to your arm?

She shrugs, trying to keep it casual.

NANCY:

Burned myself in Englsh class.

She hazards a look in the mirror, and her jaw drops.

NANCY:

M'god, I look twenty years old.

(turning back to him)

You have any weird dreams last

night?

GLEN:

Slept like a rock.

NANCY:

(pleased)

Well at least I have an objective

wall to bounce this off.

(off)

You believe it's possible to dream

about what's going to happen?

GLEN:

No.

NANCY:

You believe in the Boogey Man?

GLEN:

One two, Freddie's coming

for you? No. Rod killed Tina.

he's a fruitcake and you know it.

NANCY:

You believe in anything?

GLEN:

I believe in you, me, and

Rock and Roll. And I'm not

too sure about you lately.

NANCY thinks.

NANCY:

Listen, I got a crazy favor

to ask.

GLEN:

Uh-oh...

NANCY:

It's nothing too hard or anything.

(beat)

I'm just going to... LOOK

for someone, and... I want

you to be sort of a ...guard.

Okay?

GLEN makes the Twilight Zone sound.

NANCY:

Okay?

GLEN:

Okay, okay.

(beat)

I think.

She comes very close to him.

NANCY:

You won't screw up, right? I

mean, a whole lot might depend

on it.

The way she's looking at him gives him the creeps.

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