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A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #7
ROD erupts into terrible HOARSE LAUGHTER AND SOBBING. Then they
hear BREAKING GLASS.
GLEN barrels into the door like the football player he is. The
frame splinters and they're in.
34. INT. TINA'S MOTHER'S BEDROOM. NIGHT. 34.
Just inside the door NANCY slips and goes down hard. GLEN finds
her in the dark more by touch than sight.
GLEN:
You okay?
NANCY:
Yeah. Something slippering all
over here...
(feeling)
Tina?
No answer. The room is quiet as a tomb. Except for a stead
DRIPPING, from all over. Then GLEN finds a LIGHT SWITCH.
On the CLICK the devastation is revealed. There's BLOOD
everywhere:
up the walls, over the clawed ceiling, soaking thekilling floor of the bed, and pooling in the dark red puddle
where NANCY has slipped and fallen.
GLEN:
Oh, sh*t...
NANCY wobbles up and sees TINA in the center of the ravaged bed.
Unmistakeably and utterly dead. NANCY presses against the wall,
then contorts and chokes.
GLEN (CONTD)
(numb)
I...I'm gonna call the cops --
He bursts from the room.
35. TIGHT ON NANCY. She turns away from the body in repulsion, 35.
sticking her head through the shattered window ROD LANE used for
his escape, sucking in the cold night air and moaning.
FADE TO BLACK:
36. EXT/INT. POLICE STATION. NIGHT. 36.
FADE UP ON RED LIGHTS and SIREN as an unmarked POLICE CAR speeds
to the curb.
LT DON THOMPSON, a decent-looking man in his mid-40's, exits and
punches a cigarette from his pack. His shaken aide, a uniformed
patrolman named PARKER, greets him. (CAMERA FOLLOWS them from
the car straight into the station and eventually to THOMPSON'S
OFFICE.)
PARKER:
Lieutenant Thompson. Sorry to
wake you, but --
LT THOMPSON:
I'd've canned your ass if you
hadn't. What you got?
PARKER stumbles to open the door for THOMPSON as the man bulls
into the station at a furious pace.
PARKER:
Her name was Tina Gray. It
was her home. Father abandoned
ten years ago, mother's in
Vegas with a boyfriend. We're
trying to reach her now.
LT THOMPSON grimaces as if he knows the story.
LT THOMPSON:
What's the Coroner got to say?
PARKER:
Something like a razor was
the weapon, but nothing
found on the scene.
THOMPSON is already to the desk officer SERGEANT GARCIA. The big
MAN shoves him a sheaf of papers --
SERGEANT GARCIA:
(wary)
Leautenant. You know who --
LT THOMPSON:
Where is she?
SERGEANT GARCIA:
I put her in your office...
PARKER scurries after.
PARKER:
Looks like her boyfriend did
it. Rod Lane. Musician type,
arrests for brawling, dope --
LT THOMPSON:
Terrific. What the hell was
she doing there?
PARKER:
She lived there.
LT THOMPSON:
OMIT 37. I don't mean her -- OMIT 37.
38. INT. INTERROGATION ROOM. NIGHT. 38.
THOMPSON enters his office and confronts NANCY and her mother,
MARGE SIMSON.
LT THOMPSON (CONTD)
I mean you.
(accusingly, to Marge)
What the hell was she doing there?
MARGE SIMSON is in her middle thirties; a good-looking woman
despite the hour and circumstances.
MARGE:
Hello to you, too, Donald.
THOMPSON stops, the steam suddenly out of him. The girl is a
wreck and he winces to see it.
LT THOMPSON:
Marge.
THOMPSON glances at PARKER and the other UNIFORMED COPS who are
in the room. As a man they head for the door. There's no
question who the boss is here. THOMPSON turns to NANCY. She
fumbles a smile.
LT THOMPSON (CONTD)
How you doing, pal?
NANCY:
Okay. Hi, dad.
NANCY's dress is dark with dried blood, her skin clammy and the
color of paste. MARGE shoots her ex-husband a worried glance.
THOMPSON pulls a chair close to NANCY.
LT THOMPSON:
I don't want to get into this now,
god knows you need time.
(hotter)
But I'd sure would like to know
what the hell you were doing
shacked up with three other kids
especially a delinquent lunatic
like Lane.
NANCY weaves.
NANCY:
Rod's not a lunatic.
LT THOMPSON:
You got a sane explanation for
what he did?
The girl is shredding a Kleenex, staring off.
MARGE:
Apparantly he was crazy jealous.
Nancy said they'd had a fight,
Rod and Tina.
NANCY:
(quietly)
It wasn't that serious...
MARGE:
Maybe you don't think murder's
serious --
NANCY sits bolt upright in her chair, her eyes flashing.
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