A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #16

Her mother's door opens OS.

GLEN:

Oh, sh*t.

NANCY composes her voice as best she can.

NANCY:

Yes, mother?

MARGE's flip-flops approach outside the door. GLEN barrels out

the window -- NANCY dives for the bed, jams off the light and

disappears under the covers. MARGE, bleary eyed herself, opens

the door and flicks on the light.

MARGE:

(beat)

You okay?

NANCY:

(weakly)

Yeah. Just had a little dream.

I'm falling right back to sleep.

MARGE:

(beat)

Okay... You need anything, just call.

NANCY:

Okay.

MARGE closes the door. NANCY immediately sits up and looks at

the window. A single bone-white feather floats down in the

moonlight. Then it's sucked outside and is gone.

97. EXT. POLICE STATION. NIGHT. 97.

GLEN's CADILLAC CONVERTABLE careens into the parking lot and

SCREECHES to a stop. GLEN and NANCY jump out and head for the

station.

GLEN:

You mind telling me what's

going on?

NANCY's races into the station without answering.

GLEN (CONTD)

Oh, I see. That makes it all

perfectly clear.

98. INT. POLICE STATION. NIGHT. 98.

NANCY goes straight to the SERGEANT's desk.

NANCY:

Garcia, I want to see Rod

Lane again.

GARCIA winces.

SGT GARCIA:

I thought when I took the

night shift I'd have peace

and quiet for a change.

NANCY:

It's urgent, we've gotta see Rod.

SGT GARCIA:

It's three in the morning.

Your mother know you're out this

late?

NANCY:

(faking it)

Of course -- look, at least go

back and look at him. Just see

if he's okay.

GARCIA glances at GLEN.

GLEN:

(faking it)

We have reason to think there

might be something weird going

on.

LT THOMPSON (OS)

Oh, no argument on that.

NANCY jumps around at the sound of her father's voice. LT

THOMPSON emerges from his office, rumpled and yawning.

NANCY:

Dad -- what you doing here?

LT THOMPSON:

It so happens I work here, and

there's an unsolved murder. I

don't like unsolved murders,

especially ones my daughter's

mixed up in -- what are you

doing here at this hour? You're

supposed to be getting some

sleep.

GLEN:

Listen, sir, this is serious.

Nancy had a nightmare about Rod

being in danger, or something,

and so she thinks...

He trails off, loosing it under LT THOMPSON's glare. Besides, he

doesn't know exactly what the hell's really going on himself.

GARCIA puts his beefy hand on NANCY's shoulder.

NANCY:

I just want to see if he's okay!

SGT GARCIA:

Take my word for it, Nancy. The

guy's sleeping like a baby. He's

not going anywhere.

99. INT. CELL BLOCK. NIGHT. 99.

ANGLE ON ROD in his cell. He's asleep, all right, but not safely

so. His bedsheet has come alive. It twitches, pulsates, then

snakes towards his throat.

ROD stirs, the sheet falls still; ROD slips into deeper sleep,

and the sheet moves again, completing the noose around his neck!

100. INT. BOOKING ROOM. NIGHT. 100.

NANCY makes a move for the cell block --

NANCY:

This isn't your average nightmare,

Daddy -- damn it!

The door's locked; she hauls on it in desperation.

LT THOMPSON:

Now look, Nancy, don't push

it. You've already rubbed my nose

in sex, drugs and violence -- don't

start throwing in insanity!

NANCY takes that one to heart. She wheels on him and pleads, her

intensity sobering even to him.

NANCY:

Just go back and check -- please!

The man takes a beat, then shrugs and nods towards SGT GARCIA.

LT THOMPSON:

Okay, Garcia. What the hell.

SGT GARCIA:

Right...

(feeling in his pockets)

Now where'd I put the key...

He mumbles backs towards his desk. MUSIC BUILDS as we HOLD ON

NANCY'S FACE.

101. INT. ROD'S CELL. NIGHT. 101.

With a terrible SNAP ROD's sheet jerks tight around his neck.

The startled teenager is hauled upright -- eyes popping, face

purple. He claws at the sheet, but despite his strength he can't

get his fingers between the noose and his windpipe. He's dragged

backwards across the cot.

102. INT. BOOKING ROOM. NIGHT. 102.

GARCIA finally has the keys. Urged on by NANCY he fumbles with

the lock.

103. INT. ROD'S CELL. NIGHT. 103.

ROD'S being dragged backwards, gasping and struggling in vain

against the powerful pull -- right across his cell and up the

wall, too. He clutches blindly at his throat at the far end of

the sheet coils around the bars of the high window. Then there's

a powerful wrench of the sheet, and ROD'S neck SNAPS. The kid's

body sags lifeless.

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