A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #23

MARGE (CONTD)

See?

NANCY stares at the damn things, chilled.

NANCY:

All these years you've kept those

things buried down here? In our

own house?

MARGE (CONTD)

Proof he's declawed. As for him,

we buried him good and deep.

MARGE shoves the knives into their hiding place, closes the

little iron door.

MARGE (CONTD)

So's okay, you can sleep.

She lurches up and staggers upstairs.

NANCY shivers and looks down at her arm. The cut beneath her

bandage has begun to bleed again. And from inside the furnace,

as if from deep below, the PULSING of the boundless

nightmare-boiler room can be faintly heard.

127. EXT. ELM STREET. NIGHT. 127.

WIDE ON THE STREET AND BOTH HOUSES, GLEN's on the right, NANCY's

on the left. A TELEPHONE RINGS. ZOOM IN ON GLEN'S UPSTAIRS

BEDROOM WINDOW.

128. INT. GLEN'S & NANCY'S BEDROOMS - INTERCUT. NIGHT. 128.

129. GLEN, yawning, crosses and picks up his telephone. 129.

GLEN:

Hello?

NANCY (telephone)

Hi.

GLEN:

Oh. Hi, how y'doing?

NANCY looks out the window and touches her hair.

NANCY (CONTD)

Fine. Stand by your window

so I can see you. You sound

a million miles away.

In the lighted window across the way, she can SEE GLEN move into

sight. In his shot, we can SEE NANCY step into her window behind

the bars.

NANCY (CONTD)

Much better.

GLEN:

I heard your ma went ape at the

security store today. You look

like the Prisoner of Zenda or

something. How long's it been

since you slept?

NANCY:

Coming up on the seventh day. It's

okay, I checked Guiness. The

record's eleven, and I'll beat

that if I have to.

(beat)

Listen, I... I know who he is.

GLEN:

Who?

NANCY:

The killer.

GLEN:

You do?

NANCY:

Yeah, and if he gets me, I'm

pretty sure you're next.

GLEN is appalled.

GLEN:

Me!? Why would anyone want to

kill me?!

NANCY:

Don't ask -- just give me some

help nailing this guy when I

bring him out.

GLEN pales.

GLEN:

Bring him out of what?

NANCY:

My dream.

GLEN:

How you plan to do that?

NANCY:

Just like I did the hat. Have

a hold of the sucker when you

wake me up.

GLEN:

Me?

(switching back to a more

comfortable reality)

Wait a minute, you can't bring

someone out of a dream!

NANCY:

If I can't, then you all can

relax, because it'll just be a

simple case of me being nuts.

GLEN:

I can save you the trouble.

You're nutty as a fruitcake.

I love you anyway.

NANCY:

Good, then you won't mind cold-cocking

this guy when I bring him out.

GLEN:

What!?

NANCY:

(simplicity itself)

You heard me. I grab him in the

dream -- you see me struggling

so you wake me up. We both come

out, you cold cock the f***er,

and we got him. Clever, huh?

GLEN:

You crazy? Hit him with what?

NANCY:

You're a jock. You must have

a baseball bat or something.

Come to my window at midnight.

And meanwhile...

GLEN:

(weakly)

Meanwhile..?

NANCY:

Meanwhile whatever you do

don't fall asleep. Midnight.

She hangs up. GLEN's eyes bug out.

GLEN:

Holy sh*t! Midnight. Baseball

bats and boogemen. Unfucking

real.

130. OMIT OMIT 130.

131. EXT. THE VALLEY AND HILLS. NIGHT. 131.

HIGH, WIDE SHOT. The moon is above the horizon. A cool wind

slides a bank of white fog inland. The valley and its lights

stretch forever, an endless net of illumination and darkness. A

coyote HOWLS on the dark hill.

132. EXT. POLICE STATION. NIGHT. 132.

A palm frond scuttles across the center of the parking lot. LT

THOMPSON arrives in an unmarked car.

COP (passing)

Lieutenant Thompson -- what

you doing in at this time?

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