A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #25

Still in the dark, she fishes a full electric coffepot from under

her bed and pours herself a fresh fix into a mug she digs from

beneath her pillow. The face illuminated by the neon light on the

pot is set in absolute determination.

NANCY drains the cup, then crosses to her closet, retrieves a

pitcher of ice water from behind a heap of clothes and splashes

her eyes and the back of her neck. That done she eases open her

window and presses her face to the bars, sucking in cool night

air until every shred of sleep is gone from her brain.

Then she starts pulling on clothes.

142. INT. NANCY'S HOUSE/DOWNSTAIRS. NIGHT. 142.

ANGLE ON MARGE as she checks the lock on the backdoor. Firm.

143. ANGLE IN THE LIVING ROOM as she pads through the darkened house, 143.

feels her way to a wall of shelves and takes down a book. Then

another, and a third. Then reaches in and fishes out a bottle of

gin.

144. EXT. NANCY'S HOUSE AND ELM STREET. NIGHT. 144.

The sky has gathered in greater darkness. LOW, DISTANT THUNDER

rolls around the horizon like a great drum.

ANGLE ON NANCY'S HOUSE from across the street. The moon glints

off the barred windows. CAMERA ZOOMS to NANCY's window. The

imprisoned girl hovers in the darkness behind the grill like a

ghost, her eyes turned towards GLEN's. Then she switches to

something much CLOSER TO CAMERA ANGLE, and she draws back.

145. REVERSE ON GLEN's father, standing on the front porch of his 145.

home, also in the shadows, looking straight across and up at

NANCY. He draws on his cigarette; his face glows red.

146. NANCY pulls down the shade. 146.

147. GLEN's father grinds the cigarette beneath his shoe. 147.

MRS LANTZ:

Shouldn't stare.

As the man turns our SHOT WIDENS TO REVEAL MRS LANTZ.

MR LANTZ:

Know what I think? I think

that kid's some kinda lunatic.

The woman spoons more sweetness into her mouth and rubs her

forehead.

MRS LANTZ:

Shouldn't say such a thing about

the poor child. If you mean the

bars, Marge's just being cautious,

her being alone and Nancy acting

so nervous lately.

The woman rises and pulls him gently towards the living room. As

he goes inside he takes one last look.

MR LANTZ (CONTD)

Well, she ain't gonna hang around

our boy no more.

Once the two are inside, the door is locked.

148. INT. NANCY'S ROOM. NIGHT. 148.

CLOSE ON NANCY's face. VERY CLOSE. Her eyes stare ahead,

red-rimmed, anxious. She picks absently at the thick bandage

covering her forearm. The long cuts from Fred Krueger's fingers

are bleeding again, but she doesn't even care anymore. Too late

to sweat the small stuff. She crosses the room.

On the bedside table with the nearly empty Pyrex coffee maker,

the empty cup and the empty box of No-Doz, is her old fashioned

alarm clock, and a phone.

NANCY pours herself the last of the coffee and drinks it to the

dregs, then looks to the clock.

INSERT CLOCK -- ten minutes to midnight.

NANCY'S eyes go to the door.

WIDER. Fully clothed and in a jacket now, she creeps to the door

and cracks it, just to make sure. Then freezes.

149. INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE NANCY'S DOOR. 149.

IN NANCY'S POV through the door we see MARGE, rummaging around in

the linen closet not fifteen feet away. There's no way NANCY can

get past her. The woman pulls out a full bottle of gin in

satisfaction and begins fumbling with its cap.

150. INT. NANCY'S ROOM. NIGHT. 150.

NANCY eases the door closed again and sinks to the key hole,

watching through it with a sinking heart.

NANCY:

(very quiet, very intense)

Hang on GLEN...

151. INT. GLEN'S ROOM. NIGHT. 151.

GLEN, coat now on, goes to his window, checking.

152. INT. ELM STREET. NIGHT. 152.

GLEN'S POV -- NANCY'S porch is deserted; front door closed,

lights out. No sign of NANCY.

153. INT. GLEN'S ROOM. NIGHT. 153.

GLEN shrugs, takes off his jacket and plops back onto his bed.

GLEN:

Well, I'm not gonna risk

sneaking out until she does.

He puts the earphones back on.

154. INT. NANCY'S ROOM. NIGHT. 154.

Absolutely frustrated, NANCY turns from the keyhole to the

window. She opens the blind and eases back the curtain.

155. EXT. ELM STREET. NIGHT.

IN NANCY'S POV THROUGH THE BARS we ZOOM directly across to GLEN's

window.

156. INT. GLEN'S ROOM. NIGHT. 156.

GLEN lies on his bed, fully clothed, earphones over his ears,

CARSON droning from the TV. And the boy's eyes begin to droop.

157. INT. NANCY'S BEDROOM. NIGHT. 157.

NANCY picks up her phone, bites her lip, then begins dialing.

158. INT. GLEN'S ROOM. NIGHT. 158.

TIGHT ON PHONE as it begins RINGING loudly.

WIDER SHOT, revealing GLEN asleep BACKGROUND, the MUSIC still

LOUD in his earphones.

159. INT. GLEN'S LIVING ROOM. NIGHT. 159.

RINGING here, too, just as MR LANTZ is turning out the lights for

bed. He stops in the dark, scowling.

MR LANTZ:

Who at this hour?

He refuses to turn the light back on. His wife picks her way to

the telephone.

MRS LANTZ:

Hello?

(listens, frowns

slightly)

Oh... Hold on.

(covers the mouthpiece)

It's her. She wants to talk to

Glen.

The father crosses to the telephone, suspicious.

MR LANTZ:

(whispering)

About what?

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