A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #20

MARGE:

Oh my god, oh my god...

DR KING:

(to the NURSE)

Get the kit!

The NURSE scrambles away as the DOCTOR claps his hand over the

wounds. He looks into NANCY's face. What he sees frightens him

even more:
NANCY'S haunted, ghost-like eyes turn from him to her

mother, and a terrible, chilling smile opens across NANCY's white

lips.

NANCY:

You believe this?

She pulls her free arm from beneath the sheets and reveals a

strange hat, filthy and worn -- the KILLER'S hat. The sight of

it frightens MARGE more than anything that's come before.

MARGE:

(deathly pale)

Where the hell did you get that?

NANCY fixes her with Xray eyes.

NANCY:

I grabbed it off his head.

MARGE stares at the hat as if it held her whole future, and her

future was a horror.

FADE TO BLACK:

118. EXT. NANCY'S HOUSE. DAY. 118.

BURN ON:

THE SIXTH DAY:

FADE UP ON NANCY'S HOUSE, early morning.

119. INT. NANCY'S KITCHEN. DAY. 119.

MARGE is on the telephone, the dirty hat in her hand. Nearby is

a nearly empty bottle of gin.

MARGE:

She said she snatched it off

his head in a dream.

(listens)

No, I'm not crazy, I've got

the damn thing in my hand!

(listens)

I know we did, we all...

(hears NANCY

approaching)

Gotta go.

She hangs up and stuffs the hat and bottle into a drawer,

screening the action with her body. NANCY enters.

By now the girl has an extraordinary look. Her hair is ashen,

her skin transluscent, and eyes dark-ringed. Her right forearm

is heavily bandaged over the slashes. In short, instead of the

girl next door, we now could be looking at the lunatic from the

next cell. MARGE, though she does her best to hide it, is

downright frightened of her.

MARGE (CONTD)

You didn't sleep, did you?

The doctor says you have to

sleep or you'll --

NANCY pours herself a cup of black coffee.

NANCY:

Go even crazier?

MARGE:

I don't think you're going

crazy -- and stop drinking

that damn coffee!

NANCY:

Did you ask Daddy to have the

hat examined?

MARGE:

I threw that filthy thing away --

I don't know what you're trying

to prove with it, but --

NANCY comes closer, her eyes shining with a new sureness.

NANCY:

What I learned at the dream

clinic, that's what I'm trying

to prove. Rod didn't kill Tina,

and he didn't hang himself.

It's this guy -- he's after

us in our dreams.

MARGE:

But that's just not reality,

Nancy!

120. Furious, NANCY janks open the drawer before MARGE can stop her 120.

and spills the bottle and hat onto the counter.

MARGE grabs away the bottle protectively -- but it's the hat

NANCY goes for. She waves it triumphantly -- demonically.

NANCY:

It's real, Mamma. Feel it.

MARGE:

(horrified)

Put that damned thing down!

MARGE lunges for it -- NANCY leaps out of reach --

NANCY:

His name is even in it -- written

right in here -- Fred Krueger --

Fred Krueger! You know who that

is, Mamma? You better tell me,

cause now he's after me!

MARGE swallows, then persists in the lie.

MARGE:

Nancy, trust your mother for

once -- you'll feel better as

soon as you sleep!

NANCY shoots a hard humorless laugh, holding up her slashed arm.

NANCY:

You call this feeling better?

Or should I grab a bottle and

veg out with you -- avoid

everything happening to me

by just getting good and loaded --

MARGE slaps her hard.

MARGE:

(losing it)

Fred Krueger can't be after you,

Nancy -- he's dead!

The room falls silent, both women staring at the other.

MARGE (CONTD)

(low, raw)

Fred Krueger is dead. Dead and

gone. Believe me, I know. Now

go to bed. I order you, go to

bed.

MARGE snatches the hat away. NANCY is furious, betrayed.

NANCY:

You knew about him all

this time, and you've been acting

like he was someone I made up!

MARGE pulls away.

MARGE:

You're sick, Nancy. Imagining

things. You need to sleep,

it's as simple as that.

NANCY wheels and smashes MARGE'S bottle of gin in the sink.

NANCY:

Screw sleep!

MARGE (CONTD)

Nancy!

But NANCY runs past her mother for the front door.

MARGE (CONTD)

Nancy -- it's only a nightmare!

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