A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #27
There's HIDEOUS SCREECHING of MUSIC jamming in with GLEN's
ECHOING SCREAMS -- then an unholy, sudden silence.
Next moment what's left of GLEN is vomited up from the pit of the
nightmare bed...a horrible mess of blood and bone and hair and
wires...streaming out and over the bed. Then the pit in the bed
is gone as if it were never there.
Drawn by the terribly screams and struggle, GLEN's mother bursts
into the room. The women stares for one moment of horrified
disbelief, then reels back and lets out the most god-awful SCREAM
imaginable. The cry splits the night.
165. EXT. ELM STREET. NIGHT. 165.
The SOUND of the SCREAM CROSS-FADES WITH the WAIL of the
AMBULANCE as it screeches to a halt at the curb, followed by two
BLACK AND WHITES and an UNMARKED CAR. Uniformed POLICEMEN spill
out FOREGROUND.
LT THOMPSON and PARKER exit the unmarked car. By habit or by
premonition THOMPSON glances at the house that was his home. His
eye is caught by a movement; his daughter is at her upstairs
window, white-haired, hollow-eyed, looking down on him through
her bars. She gives a little wave.
Unnerved, THOMPSON waves back, then walks rapidly for GLEN's
home. MR LANTZ, pale as a ghost himself, waits on the porch; we
can hear the mother's WAILING inside.
166. INT. NANCY'S ROOM. NIGHT. 166.
CLOSE ON NANCY'S BIG OLD WINDUP ALARM CLOCK. Its big and little
hands sweep together at midnight.
BURN ON:
THE NINTH DAY:
There's a BABBLE of POLICE RADIOS, SIRENS WINDING DOWN, RUNNING
FOOT-STEPS, SHOUTS, NEIGHBORHOOD KIDS and DOGS BARKING as CAMERA
LIFTS TO NANCY'S FACE. Set. Unafraid. Ruthless.
The girl pulls the window shade on it all, then looks at her
bed.
NANCY:
Okay, Krueger, you bastard.
We play in your court.
167. INT. GLEN'S LIVING ROOM/NANCY'S KITCHEN -- INTERCUT. NIGHT. 167.
168. LT THOMPSON is halfway across the living room when he stops. 168.
Something dark and red is welling from a crack in the ceiling.
One of his men is rigging a bucket beneah to catch the leaking.
The telephone rings and PARKER picks it up.
PARKER:
Lieutenant. It's your daughter.
Says it's urgent.
THOMPSON turns away from the dripping.
LT THOMPSON:
(low)
Tell her I'm not here, tell
her...
PARKER:
Uh, she just saw you, sir...
THOMPSON nods, crosses and picks up the telephone. SCREEN
SPLITS; we see both.
LT THOMPSON (CONTD)
Hello Nancy.
NANCY:
Hi daddy. I know what happened.
LT THOMPSON:
Then you know more than I do --
I haven't even been upstairs.
NANCY:
(guessing)
You know he's dead though, right?
THOMPSON debates, then admits it.
LT THOMPSON:
Yeah, apparantly he's dead.
How the hell'd you know?
A tear coarses down NANCY's cheek, but her voice remains firm.
NANCY:
I've got a proposition for
you. Listen very carefully,
please.
LT THOMPSON:
Nan, I --
NANCY:
Please. I'm gonna go get
the guy who did it and bring
him to you. I just need you
Okay?
LT THOMPSON:
Just tell me who did it and
I'll go get him, baby.
NANCY:
Fred Krueger did it, Daddy,
and only I can get him. It's
The detective flinches at the name.
LT THOMPSON:
Where'd you hear about Krueger --
NANCY presses, very firm, very rational.
NANCY:
-- I want you to come over here
and break the door down exactly
twenty minutes from now -- can
you do that?
LT THOMPSON:
Sure, but...
NANCY:
That'll be exactly half past
midnight. Time for me to fall
asleep and find him.
LT THOMPSON:
Sure, sure, honey. You just
do that -- get yourself some
sleep -- that's what I've been
saying all along.
NANCY:
And you'll be here to catch
him, right?
PARKER:
Lieutenant -- they're waiting
upstairs.
THOMPSON waves curtly, still speaking to NANCY.
LT THOMPSON:
Sure, okay, I'll be there.
Now you just turn in and get
some rest, sweetheart. Please.
Deal?
NANCY:
Deal.
NANCY hangs up. LT THOMPSON starts upstairs. But then he stops,
and as an afterthought he could never really explain, turns to
PARKER.
LT THOMPSON (CONTD)
Get outside and watch her house.
If you see anything funny call
me.
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