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A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #8
NANCY:
She was my best friend! Don't
you dare say I don't take her
death seriously!
(lower, near tears)
weren't that serious.
The girl holds the woman's eyes a moment, then looks away.
NANCY (CONTD)
(to herself)
She dreamed this would happen...
LT THOMPSON:
What?
NANCY:
She had a nightmare about somebody
trying to kill her, last night.
That's why we were there; she was
afraid to sleep alone.
A tear splashes off the arm of her chair.
MARGE:
She's been through enough for one
night. You have her statement.
The mother and daughter rise; THOMPSON raps on the door and
PARKER opens it.
LT THOMPSON:
(to MARGE)
I suggest you keep a little better
track on her -- she's still a kid,
y'know.
MARGE wheels on him.
MARGE:
You think I knew there were boys
there!? You try raising a
teenager alone.
Then she and the girl are gone. THOMPSON glares at PARKER.
LT THOMPSON:
(low to PARKER)
See they get home okay.
PARKER shoves his hands in his pockets. ON HIS FACE we
FADE TO BLACK:
39. INT. NANCY'S KITCHEN. MORNING. 39.
BURN ON:
THE SECOND DAY:
FADE UP ON MARGE SIMSON opening a new bottle of gin, pouring
herself a careful shot, drinking it, then chasing it with
coffee. Nearby a TV drones the morning news. We can't yet see
the SCREEN.
TV NEWSCASTER (OS/FILTER)
In the headlines this morning --
a local teenage girl was brutally
murdered during an all-night party.
MARGE TURNS, startled, seeing NANCY coming downstairs.
The girl looks a little better than she did in the Police
Station, but her eyes are still red-rimmed, and a vacant stress
masks her face. She looks to the TV. Stops.
TV NEWSCASTER (CONTD)
Police say the victim, fifteen-year
-old Christina Grey, had quarrelled
earlier with her boyfriend, Rod
Lane, a punk rocker with a history
of delinquency. Lane is now the
subject of a city-wide manhunt.
According to --
39A. The TV PICTURE has begun featuring a HANDHELD NEWSREEL SHOT of a
dark rubber BODY BAG being carried to a CORONER'S VAN. Just
before the thing is lifted inside, TINA'S bloodied, white ARM
slips from its zippered side and lolls into the dark night air.
A man rudely shoves it back inside and pulls the zipper up the
rest of the way.
39B. WIDER -- as NANCY pales visible. MARGE darts to the TV and slaps
it off, then turning to NANCY. She looks at the girl a moment,
then goes to her and hugs her.
MARGE:
(kind)
Where you think you're going?
NANCY:
School.
MARGE:
turning all night, kiddo. You've
NANCY pulls away, determined.
NANCY:
I gotta go to school, Mom.
Please. Otherwise I'll just
sit up there and go crazy
or something.
MARGE studies her face a moment.
MARGE:
Did you sleep?
NANCY:
I'll sleep in study hall, promise.
I'd rather keep busy, you know?
She absently drains the woman's coffee cup -- then pecks her
cheek.
MARGE:
Right home after.
NANCY (cont'd)
Right home after. See you.
MARGE watches the girl disappear outside, then lights a cigarette
from the one already burning in her fingers.
40. EXT. STREET. DAY. 40.
MUSIC slips back in, subtle but tense as we TRACK with NANCY as
she walks alone down a sidewalk edged with thick flowering
Oleander. She c*cks her head, puzzled, as if sensing something.
MUSIC mounts. NANCY looks across the street.
40A. REVERSE IN HER POV. A MAN is over there in dark clothes, reading 40A.
a newspaper, but really watching her.
40B. NANCY shrugs and continues on, then stops and looks back again. 40B.
40C. IN HER POV we SEE the MAN is gone. 40C.
40D. Next moment -- with a MUSIC STING -- a BLOODIED HAND jumps out 40D.
from the opposite direction, clamps over NANCY'S mouth and drags
her into the bushes.
41. EXT. BUSHES. DAY. 41.
NANCY struggles, twisting against the powerful assailant.
A WIDER ANGLE REVEALS ROD LANE -- barefoot, clad only in jeans
and leather jacket, still caked with dark blood. The rest of his
skin is pale as a ghost's.
ROD:
I'm not gonna hurt you.
He releases her warily. NANCY makes no move to run or scream,
even though several STUDENTS pass on the nearby sidewalk. This
reassures ROD just a little.
ROD:
Your old man thinks I did it,
don't he?
NANCY:
He doesn't know you.
(eyeing the blood)
Couldn't you change?
ROD:
The cops were all over my house.
(shivers)
They'll kill me for sure.
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