A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #31

CLOSE ON KRUEGER'S FEET as they hit another wire.

CLOSE ON the Lifesaver jerking out -- the clothespin snapping

together, completing the circuit with a CRACKLING SPARK.

WIDER ON THE EXPLOSION that rips out of the floor lamp next to

KRUEGER and knocks him sprawling across the room.

NANCY peeks out from behind the couch. The man lies in a smoking

heap. NANCY runs to the windows and screams out again.

NANCY (CONTD)

Hey -- Daddy! Hey! I got the

bastard!

KRUEGER roars up behind her -- she throws herself sideways -- he

crashes into the window frame, smashing glass and wood to bits.

NANCY turns SCREAMING and runs deeper into the house.

196. OMIT 196.

197. INT. CELLAR. NIGHT. 197.

She careens down the stairs, throwing on the lights, the man

thundering after her.

ANGLE AT THE FAR END OF THE CELLAR. NANCY brakes at the wall.

Nowhere left to hide.

THE SCRAPPING of the blades against brick turns her to see the

huge killer holding his knife-laden fingers up for her.

KRUEGER:

Ready for these?

198. ON NANCY -- she ducks behind the furnace -- comes out the other 198.

side with the big jug of gasoline and lets KRUEGER have it

straight over the head. The heavy container shatters, showering

its contents over every square inch of the man.

He staggers backwards with a ROAR of fury, NANCY screaming after

him with a box of kitchen matches. Before the man can realize

what she's up to, she ignites the whole box and throws it in

KRUEGER's face.

There's a blinding WHOOSH -- and KRUEGER goes up in a terrific

BALL OF FIRE. Faster than a flash the girl runs past the howling

maniac and makes for the stairs, KRUEGER after her in full

pyrrhic rage.

199. INT. NANCY'S KITCHEN. NIGHT. 199.

NANCY holds the heavy door until the precisely right moment.

Just as the burning, blind monster tops the stairs, NANCY brings

the heavy oak door round with all her might and catches him in a

great RINGING CONCUSSION. It sends him windmilling backwards and

down the stairs in an ass-over-teakettle sprawl of sparks and

flames.

NANCY slams the door and throws the deadbolt home.

No sooner does she accomplish this than the man is SLAMMING again

and again against the door from the cellar.

The terrible SCREAMS and CURSES PEAK,

THEN GROW WEAKER AND MORE GARBLED. Then there's just silence.

NANCY staggers, half blind, from the kitchen.

As the room begins seething SMOKE from every pore, we

CUT TO:

200. INT. GLEN'S UPSTAIRS HALLWAY. NIGHT. 200.

The CORONER steps out of the bathroom peeling bloody rubber

gloves. Pale and sweating.

CORONER:

Found you something, Donald.

Should remind you of something...

The man shoves out his hand to LT THOMPSON. THOMPSON stares at

it without touching it. A long, thin steel blade, razor sharp,

attached to some sort of ring and armature -- broken off...

The CORONER gives a sweaty, grim smile.

CORONER (CONTD)

Only place I ever heard of such

a thing before was ten years

ago. Remember that f***er

Fred Krueger?

LT THOMPSON has just knocked PARKER sprawling in his race to the

stairs.

PARKER:

Hey -- your daughter's acting

kinda -- !

(THOMPSON'S gone)

Strange...

201. EXT. NANCY'S HOME. NIGHT. 201.

CRASH as NANCY breaks another window and presses against the

bars. The house shudders and glows orange behind her. She sees

her father bursting out the front door of Glen's house!

NANCY:

DAD! GET US OUTTA HERE!

LT THOMPSON:

Oh, Jesus -- Nancy!

(to his men)

Hey! We got a fire!

202. ANGLE ON NANCY'S FRONT DOOR. Many MEN batter the door down as 202.

black smoke pours from the windows and NANCY's SCREAMS and SHOUTS

fill the air. Within moments they've destroyed the door and LT

THOMPSON has pulled his daughter into the safety of his arms.

But NANCY immediately fights free and darts right back to the

front door -- beckoning him to follow -- gesturing like a wild

woman.

NANCY:

I got him -- I got Fred Krueger!

THOMPSON stares at his wild little girl in astonishment, then

runs in after her. The others follow, coughing and choking.

203. INT. LIVING ROOM. NIGHT. 203.

THOMPSON collides with NANCY as she brakes, frozen. THE SMOKE IS

BELCHING OUT OF THE CELLAR, but whoever was locked in there

certainly isn't now. The door is flat on the kitchen floor.

LT THOMPSON:

What the hell are you talking about,

Nancy?

NANCY wheels without answering. A series of tiny, isolated fires

burn across the living room and up the stairs. Firesteps.

NANCY (CONTD)

He's after Mom! Come on!

She darts across the living room, following the flaming

footprints of FRED KRUEGER up the stairs before THOMPSON can stop

her.

LT THOMPSON:

NANCY!

204. INT. MARGE'S BEDROOM. NIGHT. 204.

NANCY STOPS IN THE SPLINTERED DOORWAY -- a ragged gold-red light

splashing her horrified face.

205. REVERSE IN HER POV -- FRED KRUEGER, literally a man of fire, has 205.

a screaming MARGE pinned to the bed and is crawling all over

her! NANCY gives a banshee's howl, snatches up a chair and

brings it down over the back of the firey beast, stunning him.

By the time LT THOMPSON races into the room NANCY'S seized a

heavy blanket has thrown over both of them, fighting the flames.

The father joins his daughter without a second thought, heaving

another blanket over the bed and smothering the last of the

flames.

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