A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #4

GLEN:

Kitty-kitty? Chow chow chow?

Not a living, or dead, soul. GLEN turns back to the girls with a

shrug. Instantly, a large FIGURE pounces and throws him to the

ground with a shout.

The girls SCREAM in panic and run for the house.

11. REVERSE -- ROD leaps up and shouts like a sportscaster -- 11.

ROD:

And it's number thirty-six, Rod

Lane, bringing Lantz down just

three yards from the goal with a

brilliant tackle! And the fans

go wild!

ROD dances into the light, flashing a wild gypsy's grin at TINA.

The girl's relieved and frightened at the same time.

TINA:

What the hell you doing here?

ROD:

Came to make up, no big deal.

Your ma home?

TINA:

Of course. What's that?

ROD takes the spindly hand rake he's found and scraps the house's

wall. It makes a terrible SCRIIITCHING SOUND. He grins and

tosses it aside.

ROD:

Intense, huh?

(sizes up the three)

So what's happening, an orgy or

something?

GLEN:

Maybe a funeral, you d*ckhead.

ROD wheels, a knife suddenly in his hand, as if ready to take

Glen's throat out. NANCY breaks between --

NANCY:

-- Just a sleep-over date, Rod.

Just Tina and me. Glen was just

leaving.

ROD eyes GLEN, laughs and flips the knife closed and away,

putting his arm around TINA's shoulder and laughing as if it's

all a great joke.

ROD:

You see his face?

(lower)

Your ma ain't home, is she?

(to Nancy & Glen)

Me and Tina got stuff to discuss.

He pulls TINA inside without further ceremony.

NANCY:

Rod...

But ROD's already got himself and TINA halfway through the living

room, heading into the darker part of the house.

ROD:

We got her mother's bed.

You two got the rest.

ANGLE BACK ON GLEN AND NANCY.

NANCY:

We should get her out of here...

TINA darts to the front door, her blouse half out.

TINA:

Hey -- you guys're hanging around --

right?

(fake laughing/whine)

Don't leave me alone with this

lunatic -- Pleeeeze, NANCY!

She disappears. GLEN looks at NANCY. Too innocent.

GLEN:

So we'll guard her together.

Through the night.

(moving closer)

In each others' arms like

we always said.

NANCY:

Glen. Not now. I mean,

we're here for Tina now,

not for ourselves.

She kisses him lightly, then pushes him back.

GLEN:

(frustrated)

Why's she so bothered by a

stupid nightmare, anyway?

NANCY:

Because he was scary, that's

why.

GLEN:

Who was scary?

NANCY turns and looks at him.

NANCY:

Don't you think it's weird, her

and me dreaming about the same

guy?

(GLEN looks away;

NANCY stares closer)

You didn't have a bad dream

last night, did you?

GLEN gives her a funny look.

GLEN:

Me? I don't dream.

He takes her inside. Over the SOUNDS of locks falling shut we

FADE TO BLACK:

13. INT. TINA'S LIVING ROOM. NIGHT. 13.

FADE UP ON an old 50's CLOCK, one of those set into the black

plaster body of a stalking panther. It's just past 2 AM.

PAN the cold hearth and darkened living room to REVEAL GLEN on

the couch, cacooned in sheets. He's listening miserably to the

SOUNDS OF LOVEMAKING coming from the next room. TINA peaks, ROD

howls. Then silence.

GLEN:

Morality sucks.

CUT TO:

14. INT. TINA'S MOTHER'S BEDROOM. NIGHT. 14.

This is a slightly larger room than TINA's. Adult. Female.

Spare in its appointments. The streetlight throws the narrow bed

into broken shadow and light. TINA AND ROD lie in each other's

arms in the middle of the big bed. Satiated.

TINA:

I knew there was sometihng

about you I liked...

ROD yawns into the pillows, happy.

ROD:

You feel better now, right?

TINA:

Jungle man fix Jane.

ROD:

No more fights?

TINA:

No more fights.

ROD:

(sleepily)

Good. No more nightmares for

either of us then.

He pulls the covers over his head. He's almost out already.

TINA:

(beat)

When did you have a nightmare?

ROD:

(under the blankets)

Guys can have nightmares too,

y'know. You ain't got a corner

on the f***ing market or something.

He rolls over, practically snoring, and pulls another cover over

his head. A dirty red and yellow cover.

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