A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #32

NANCY:

He's under there! Watch it!

206. THOMPSON pushes the girl back -- yanks out his .38 and pulls off 206.

the first cover. No movement. He pulls back a second one,

ready to fire. But the only thing he sees is the blackened

half-skeleton of his ex-wife, smoking and seething and sinking

into the fluid-like mattress, sinking right down through it as if

she were sinking into a lake. A blackened, gnarled hand goes

last, then the bed solidifies over the place she's disappeared.

And it's as if no one was ever there.

NANCY turns and looks at LT THOMPSON, her face white as her

ghostly hair. THOMPSON shoves his .38 back in its holster and

finds a cigarette, his hands shaking so badly he can barely

manage.

NANCY:

Now do you believe me?

PARKER barges in. The room is filled with smoke, the bed is

stripped, but other than that, the place seems normal.

PARKER:

You find him?

(looking closer

at THOMPSON)

Sir?

LT THOMPSON just walks by him. PARKER chases after.

PARKER (CONTD OS)

(fading)

Sir -- here, let me light that

for you -- Lieutenant? What

happened?

(gone)

WIDER, ON NANCY alone in the room. She turns and looks at the

bed. MUSIC slips in and builds. The bed has changed color.

It's now an ash-darkened red and yellow.

207. CLOSER ON NANCY from the direction of the bed. MUSIC SUDDENLY 207.

STOPS, and the surface of the red and yellow bed gets a bump in

its center that keeps raising, raising until it's a hump that's a

head and shoulders, still raising until it looms over NANCY.

Then FRED KRUEGER's entire shape sweeps up into the yellow and

red mass -- and the garish head, smoking and seething, pops

through.

NEW ANGLE -- KRUEGER, a burned, sizzling black hump of a killer,

clumps onto the floor between NANCY and the door.

NANCY falls absoltely still, and her face goes through a

strange, almost sublime transformation.

NANCY:

(quietly)

I know you're there, Krueger.

She turns and faces him.

FREDDIE:

You think you was gonna get

away from me?

NANCY shakes her head.

NANCY:

I know you too well now,

Freddie.

KRUEGER smiles bitterly. Coming closer.

FREDDY:

And now you die...

There's a SLICKERING RATTLE at his side, and he raises the only

thing on him not charred -- the gleaming steel talons.

208. NANCY simply shakes her head again, as if seeing a light at the 208.

end of her long, long tunnel. And the way she says the words,

they might be appearing on the inside of her eyes.

NANCY:

It's too late, Krueger. I

know the secret now -- this

is just a dream, too -- you're

not alive -- the whole thing

is a dream -- so f*** off!

I want my mother and friends

again.

KRUEGER grins insanely, confused and amused at the same time.

FREDDIE:

You what?

NANCY:

(even, firm)

I take back every bit of

energy I ever gave you.

You're nothing. You're

sh*t.

And then she turns her back on him. KRUEGER bunches his

fingers, producing a single ragged bundle of razor talons and

raises his hand over the back of her head and neck.

NANCY closes her eyes and steps to the door.

CLOSE ON HER HAND, touching the door knob.

CLOSE ON KRUEGER'S KNIFE-FINGERS poised.

MUSIC BUILDS then SHRIEKS as KRUEGER stabs down, right through

NANCY -- as if she were an optical illusion -- loosing his

balance and falling down, down, down... And he's gone.

CUT TO:

209. EXT. ELM STREET. DAY. 209.

CLOSE ON NANCY'S FRONT DOOR AS NANCY jerks it open and blinks in

the bright, diffused light. The MUSIC FADES on a transitional

note, into light.

We hear BIRDS.

CHILDREN playing.

Early morning SOUNDS.

NANCY:

(to herself)

God, it's bright.

MARGE sticks her head out, squinting, and nods. Sober.

MARGE:

Gonna burn off soon or it

wouldn't be so bright.

NANCY turns and looks her mother over.

NANCY:

Feeling better?

MARGE:

They say you've bottomed out

when you can't remember the

night before.

(shakes her head)

No more drinking, Baby, suddenly

I just don't feel like it

any more.

She touches NANCY.

MARGE (CONTD)

Didn't keep you up last night,

did I? You look a little

peeked.

NANCY smiles.

NANCY:

Nah. Just slept heavy.

The girl gives a wave and goes off. MARGE calls after.

MARGE:

See ya.

NANCY turns and waves.

NANCY:

See ya.

210. WIDER ON NANCY as she walks to the curb. The whole scene is 210.

wrapped in an unseasonal tule fog, bright yet diffuse. We notice

that NANCY's house no longer has bars on its windows. Then we

see a familiar convertible pull up at the curb, top down. TINA

and ROD are in the back seat. They all wave to MARGE as NANCY

climbs in.

GLEN:

(calling)

You believe this fog?

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