A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #3
There was a man at the preschool.
His name was Fred Krueger.
One, two
Freddy's coming for you
Three, four
Better lock your door
He was a gardener.
He lived in the basement
of the preschool...
...and you kids were his life.
Four...
...three...
...two...
...one.
We didn't wanna believe it at first.
FREDDY Ready or not...
You all were so innocent.
...
here I come.
And you, Nancy...
What are you drawing? That is so good.
...you were his favorite of all.
You know what?
I got some other drawings.
And they're, like, really bad drawings.
Maybe you can help me fix them?
And then we started to notice things.
Yeah. Uh, he has been acting
a little strange lately.
He takes us to the secret cave.
Its okay. Its all rig ht.
So, what did you do? Did you call the police?
He left town before we ever
were able to confront him.
He's gone. He can't hurt you anymore.
Sc these dreams that you're having...
...they're repressed memories...
...from a terrible, terrible time.
I hope that youre rig ht.
We have to find the other kids
in the picture.
-What are you talking about? No.
-It doesnt make any sense.
-There's gotta be more to it. It's not--
-This makes total sense.
You heard your mum.
These are just memories.
-What if shes wrong?
-Were experiencing them...
-...living them, but they're just memories.
-How do you know that?
Memories don't kill you.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa! Quentin, get in the car.
-It's my dad. I gotta go.
-We have to do something.
-Look, stop.
This is crazy. Listen to yourself.
I'm sorry.
I want you to do 400 warm-up.
Then do a 200-back-breast drill swim.
Quentin, I need you to focus.
I need you to wake up, get into this.
Let's go. All right, guys.
Step up. Let's go. On the blocks.
Take your mark.
Make sure you're working
your underwaters...
...hit the turns, in and out really quick.
Powerful dolphins off the wall.
All right, guys, were gonna do eight 300s, descend one to four, hold five to eight.
All right, hop cut.
On the blocks, guys. Let's go.
Let's step up.
Take your mark.
Come on, pick it up. Let's go. Come on.
Come on. Come on, let's go. Attaboy.
Come on, now. Come on.
Come on, let's go.
Come on.
Come on!
Wait!
Hey!
Okay.
- Krueger!
- - Come on cut, you bastard!
Goddamn it. You open this door, Krueger!
What do you think I did?
-I didn't do anything!
-Get your ass cut. Open the f***ing door!
-- I didn't do it!
- Norm, make sure...
-...- he can't get cut the back!
- Okay.
Stop!
Stop. Okay.
Okay. Okay.
What are you doing? No, no, no.
This isnt the right way.
-We gotta call the police.
-What is the right way?
Our kids get on a stand,
tell a room cf people what happened?
-No, we've gut to call the police.
-He's right.
-- This is not the way to do this.
- This ends tonight.
Okay. Okay.
This is for my son!
Come cut, Krueger!
No!
Are you okay?
Go get the nurse.
Breathe, breathe.
Come on. Come on, breathe.
-- Relax and breathe. Come on. Come on.
- Im okay.
I had another nightmare last night.
That burned man with the striped sweater,
he keeps trying to kill me.
I ran a different way this time.
I ended up in front of a preschool.
I woke up before I had a chance to explore,
but it has to mean something.
He chased me
into the preschool this time.
I got away,
made it down to the basement.
But it feels like that's
where he wants me to go. Like...
...he needs me to find something.
I'm starting to dream
with my eyes open.
I can't tell what's real anymore.
I haven't slept in three days.
If I sleep, I dream.
If I dream, I'm dead.
Is there anybody else out there
that this is happening to?
Can somebody help me?
Please?
They're all dead.
I know what happened to Freddy.
You killed Krueger.
-Where'd you hear that name?
-You chased him...
...cornered him and burned him
to death. You hunted him!
We did not hunt him.
We were protecting you.
-From what?
-From him. From what he did to you.
-From what you kids told us he did to you.
-We were 5. We would've said anything!
-Why didnt you go to the police?
-You were so young.
No. God!
And the things we said he did....
The cave. Did you ever find it?
No.
How do you know he was guilty?
-Oh, my God.
Mm-mm.
There's not a day that goes by that
I don't think about that night, Quentin.
Good, you deserve at least that.
Quentin. When you grow up
and you have kids...
...I hope you never know the feeling
cf utterly failing to protect them.
-Dont tow -Son-- Dont t
You listen to me.
As far as everyone around here
is concerned, Fred Krueger never existed.
Quentin.
Quentin, wait. Wait.
-What?
-Slow down.
-Stop.
-We gut him killed.
Our stories, our lies.
-What if we can make him stop?
-What if we can?
The preschool. Marcus said that
Freddy wanted him to find something.
Fine.
Nancy.
Don't you wanna hang cut, Nancy?
What are you doing?
I just saw Kris in a body bag.
All right, youve been up for too long.
You're having micronaps. We gotta go.
Let's go find the preschool.
What are we doing here?
I need more pills.
Come on. Come on.
Hi. Um, I'm gonna need a, um,
refill on that, please.
On this, you're cut cf refills.
I'm gonna have to
call the doctor on this.
Look, I don't have time
to call a doctor. Look--
Oh, my God.
Look, I've been on this stuff
since I was 15.
Okay? It's totally fine.
You just go back, you fill it up and--
Even just a couple.
-All I need is a couple.
-No. No, Im sorry.
When I want you
In my arms
When I want you
Quentin. Quentin.
-Just fill it up.
-No.
Dream, dream, dream
Quentin.
When I feel blue
In the night
And I need you
To hold me tight
Whenever I want you
All I have to do is dream
No. No.
Wake up!
You're bleeding.
Oh, my God. What happened?
Hang on.
His sweater.
-o
-Hes here.
Man, you're hurt really bad.
Let's go to the hospital. Come on.
Dr. Blake Mason to ICU, please.
Baby.
Oh, honey, honey, honey,
what happened?
Who did this to you?
Look at it, Mum. You know who did it.
You know who did it.
Oh, honey.
Dr. Zeger. Dr. William Zeger to CCU.
Dr. Zeger. Dr. Zeger to CCU.
Okay,
how we doing?
Its gonna be okay.
I'm gonna give you
a little something for the pain.
-Itll put you right out.
-Its okay.
No, Mom, I dont want it. I dont want it. I dont want it.
-Its okay, its okay.
-No, Mom, no.
-I don't want it. Don't let her do it.
-This might sting a bit.
-- No! No!
- No, no.
-Okay. Okay.
-No!
-Wheres Quentin?
-Can I have a word with you in the hall?
Don't leave. Don't leave, Mum. Mum.
Where's Quentin? I need Quentin.
Your daughter needs to be sedated,
but I can't do anything...
-...without your authorization.
-I just want her to be cut cf pain.
Good. Sign this.
She'll be fine.
Great.
Thank you.
-You okay?
-Yeah.
-Yeah?
-What is that?
-Adrenaline. Keep us awake.
-Where'd you get it?
I stole it off one of the nurses carts!
You cant take that.
You have no idea what its gonna do.
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