A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #17

104. ANGLE THROUGH THE BARS as NANY, GLEN, LT THOMPSON and GARCIA 104.

appear in the corridor outside, the girl sprinting ahead.

NANCY:

Rod!

But it's too late; NANCY sinks back in horror as her father and

GARCIA rush into the cell.

LT THOMPSON:

Gimme a hand, dammit!

GLEN, pale as the sheet that's killed ROD, climbs to the bars and

unties the knot. ROD slides down over the SERGEANT'S shoulders,

limp as a marrionette with its strings slashed.

SGT GARCIA:

Goddamn loco kid -- he didn't

have t'do that -- Madre dios!

They lay ROD at NANCY's feet; a strange Pieta. NANCY's father

looks at her in spooked suspicion.

LT THOMPSON:

How'd you know he was gonna do

this?

NANCY says nothing.

FADE TO BLACK:

105. EXT. FOREST LAWN CEMETERY. DAY. 105.

BURN ON:

THE FOURTH DAY:

FADE UP ON a stark afternoon. On a hill of sere grass

overlooking the valley, the casket of ROD LANE is lowered into

its grave.

A small group of FAMILY and FRIENDS watches soberly as the

MINISTER raises his hand in benediction.

MINISTER:

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

May God be with this young man's

soul.

ON THE FACES of MARGE, LT THOMPSON, TINA'S MOTHER and ROD'S

PARENTS. Just for a second or two, in looks too rapid for an

outsider to even notice, these adults exchange looks. Furtive,

quick glances that suggest an immense something that they all

share, something beyond even this second death among their

children. Then they are all staring ahead again, as if the

others weren't even there.

MINISTER (CONTD OS)

His life and his death attest to

the Scripture's warning that he who

lives by the sword shall die by

the sword.

ANGLE ON GLEN, watching --

NANCY, standing alone, not believing it for a minute.

MINISTER (CONTD OS)

But let us recall also our Lord's

admonition that we 'Judge not,

lest we be judged.' Let us

attempt only to love. And may

Rod Lane rest in peace.

NANCY:

(quietly)

Amen to that much.

The mourners walk away from the grave, MARGE among them. She

pauses near a MAN and two WOMEN in black -- TINA'S MOTHER, ROD'S

PARENTS. They almost, it seems, speak. Then MARGE hurries on.

WE MOVE WITH HER as she's joined by LT THOMPSON. Both are worn

and on edge. THOMPSON absently lights another cigarette,

offering one to MARGE.

LT THOMPSON:

How's Nancy doing?

MARGE:

I don't think she's slept since

Tina died.

(shakes her head)

She's always been a delicate

kid.

THOMPSON lights her cigarette, attempting some sort of

nonchalance.

LT THOMPSON:

She's tougher than you think.

Any idea how she knew Rod was

gonna kill himself?

MARGE:

No. All I know is, this reminds

me too much of ten years ago.

THOMPSON blows a plume of smoke against the hard sky and looks

away.

LT THOMPSON:

Yeah. Well... Let's not start

digging up bodies just because

we're in a cemetery.

He gives her a look that could cut stone. MARGE toses down her

cigarete and crosses to NANCY. The girl is simply staring off

over the valley.

MARGE:

(very gently)

Time to go home, baby.

She moves her away from the brink of the hill.

106. EXT. CEMETERY PARKING AREA. DAY. 106.

MARGE opens the door of the station wagon for NANCY. NANCY turns

to them both, speaking in a still, small voice.

NANCY:

The killer's still loose,

you know.

She has a wild, Cassandra aspect that sends a chill right up

MARGE'S spine.

LT THOMPSON:

You saying somebody else killed

Tina? Who?

NANCY smiles a weird sort of smile.

NANCY:

I don't know who he is. But he's

burned, he wears a weird hat, a

red and yellow sweater, real

dirty, and he uses some sort of

knifes he's got made into a sort

of... glove. Like giant finger-

nails.

As NANCY has described this monster from her dream, unseen by

her, the faces of MARGE LT and THOMPSON have drained completely

of color.

LT THOMPSON:

(low, even, to MARGE)

I think you should keep Nancy

at home a few days. 'Til she's

really over the shock.

MARGE:

I got something better...

(to NANCY)

I'm gonna get you help, baby.

So no one will threaten you

any more.

She takes the girl by the arm and guides her into the car,

locking the door from outside. NANCY never taking her eyes from

her father's as the car bears her away.

FADE TO BLACK:

BURN ON:

THE FIFTH DAY:

107. EXT. UCLA SCHOOL OF MEDICINE. DAY. 107.

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