A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #28

PARKER:

'Anything funny' like what?

THOMPSON shakes his head, embarassed.

LT THOMPSON:

I don't know -- but one thing

for sure, I don't want her

coming over here. She's way

too far gone to be able to

to handle this.

As PARKER exits, ANGLE CUTS TO NANCY'S KITCHEN as the girl hangs

up and sinks back agiainst the wall, trapped by her own

resolution. She looks at her watch.

169. INSERT -- five past midnight. NANCY switches modes to stopwatch 169.

and sets the COUNTDOWN going at twenty-five minutes.

170. INT. GLEN'S BEDROOM. NIGHT. 170.

LT THOMPSON steps into GLEN's room, anxious to be done with it.

He hits a wall of stench and horror even before he takes it in

with his eyes, and as soon as he sees the bed he claps his hand

over his mouth, pivots and walks right back into the hallway.

171. INT. HALLWAY. NIGHT. 171.

He sags against the wall, unable to look at the COPS who hover

there.

COP:

(faint)

What the hell did that,

Lieutenant? There ain't even

a head left.

LT THOMPSON:

Goddamed if I know.

(tries to straighten)

What's the Coronor say?

COP:

He's in the john puking since

he saw it.

172. INT. CELLAR. NIGHT. 172.

NANCY pulls tools and hardware out with grim resolution. Hammer,

nails, spools of wire, an old square of heavy fishneting, some

old shot gun shells, a file -- referring only once to the booklet

in her hand.

173. INT. NANCY'S LIVING ROOM. NIGHT. 173.

Barely able to control her shaking hands, NANCY starts stringing

off the spool of wire across the living room, crying and swearing

at the same time.

DISSOLVE TO HER HANDS wrapping bare lamp wire around two

thumbtacks stuck into the insides of the pinchers of a common

wooden clothespin. The wire goes OFF SCREEN.

ANOTHER ANGLE as she inserts a Lifesaver between the two prongs.

One end of the fishline is tied to the lifesaver. The whole now

is stretched taut about three inches off the living room carpet.

ON NANCY carefully filing a hole in a LIGHTBULB.

OH HER pouring powder and shot from shotgun shells into the

opening in the bulb until it's full, then sealing it with tape.

DISSOLVE TO HER screwing the bulb back into the floor lamp, and

placing the thing near the foot of the stairs.

SC 174 (DELETE)

175. INT. NANCY'S UPSTAIRS HALLWAY. NIGHT. 175.

-- NANCY completes installing a sturdy sliding bolt to the

outside of her own bedroom door.

-- NANCY screws a hinge into the wall directly above her door.

Attached to the hinge is the shank of something -- some kind of

tool. We can't see what it is because CAMERA never quite frames

the whole thing.

-- NANCY tiptoes to her mother's door and peeks in.

176. INT. MARGE'S BEDROOM. NIGHT. 176.

MARGE lies propped in her bed looking back at NANCY. Her

drunkeness has been altered by the SIRENS and BABBLE outside into

a sort of comatose clarity.

MARGE:

Guess I should'n'a done it.

NANCY:

Just sleep now, Mom.

MARGE:

Just wanted to protect you,

Nan. Just wanted to protect

you...

MARGE slides over on her side. NANCY smooths her hair, covers her

as she would a child, then exits the room.

DELETE SC 177

178. INT. NANCY'S ROOM. NIGHT. 178.

The girl enters, turns out her bedside light, slips out of her

dress and puts on her nightgown. Then she kneels by her bed.

NANCY (quietly)

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

If I should die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

She gets into bed and pulls the blankets to her chin.

CLOSE ON NANCY's face. She stares straight up at the ceiling for

a long moment, then closes her eyes.

CUT TO:

179. INT. GLEN'S LIVING ROOM. NIGHT. 179.

LT THOMPSON trudges down the stais and confronts GLEN'S FATHER.

LT THOMPSON:

I know it's hard to think at

a time like this, Walter, but

can you think of anyone who

could've done such a thing?

The father stares away, his voice low and dull.

MR LANTZ:

He done it.

THOMPSON looks at the man, baffled.

LT THOMPSON:

Who? Who did that?

MR LANTZ:

Krueger.

LT THOMPSON:

Krueger?

The father gives him the strangest look.

MR LANTZ:

Had to've done it. No one

else was in there.

LT THOMPSON:

How you know that?

MR LANTZ:

Cause I thought Glen was

gonna sneak out to see your

lunatic daughter, that's why.

So I locked him in his room!

(getting control)

Sorry. Anyways, the door was

still locked when we heard the

screams.

He blinks.

MR LANTZ (CONTD)

Maybe god's punishing us all...

LT THOMPSON:

(much lower and hard)

Keep your head -- this is a

f***ing flesh and blood killer

we're talking about.

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