A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors Page #2

You've already met

Phillip and Kincaid...

and, of course, Kristen.

How about the rest of you tell

Nancy about yourselves?

Will, how about you first?

Hi, l'm Will Stanton.

l've had a little accident,

as you can see...

ended up in this chair.

Accident, my ass.

You said this was straight talk.

So he took a jump. He wasn't

sticking needles in his arms.

Save it, Kincaid. Jennifer?

l'm Jennifer Callfield...

and as soon as

l get out of here...

l'm going to Los Angeles

to be an actress.

l'm going to be on TV.

Yeah. "Lifestyle

of the Rich and Psychotic."

Screw you.

This is Joey. He used to be

a debater in school.

Now he doesn't talk much.

l'm Taryn White.

The only reason l'm in here...

is because

it's better than juvie hall.

Also because l'm going through

some very strange sh*t.

Your dreams?

Everybody has bad dreams.

Can l interject something

just to save time?

Sure, Phillip, go ahead.

According to our kind hosts...

our dreams

are a group psychosis--

sort of a mellow mass hysteria.

The fact that

we all dreamt about this guy...

before we ever met

doesn't impress anybody.

So we go in circles...

making minimal progress

with maximum effort.

You won't make any progress...

until you recognize your dreams

for what they are.

And what are they?

The by-products of guilt.

Psychological scars

stemming from moral conflicts...

and overt sexuality.

Oh, great.

lt's my dick that's killing me.

Tell me what's supposed

to be happening again.

You're being attacked

by the bog demon.

Fourteen.

Doesn't count.

You got to say the words.

-This is stupid.

-Come on.

ln the name of Lowrek,

Prince of Elves, demon begone.

Good.

You conquered the demon...

but your horse

is sinking in the bog.

What do you do?

l go to bed, and get a new horse

in the morning.

How do l score that--

enchanted slumber or death?

All right, fellas. Lights out.

Aw, Max.

'Aw, Max." You know the rules.

Come on, Joey. You, too.

Every time

we get a good game going...

it's always, "Lights out."

-Good night, fellas.

-Night, Max.

OK, you get first shift.

Oh, come on.

l had it last night.

Good. Just remember,

keep your eyes open...

and one whimper,

and you wake me up, OK?

-This is nice.

-You never been here before?

No. l think it opened

when l was at school.

Best Thai food in Springwood.

Of course, it's the only

Thai food in Springwood.

Do your parents

still live around here?

My mother passed away.

She died in her sleep.

l'm sorry.

My father and l...

Things just seemed

to fall apart after that.

Sounds like a rough time.

lt was.

What if l told you that...

your patients

are in real physical danger...

from their dreams?

The nightmares are nothing but

a symptom of the real problems.

Then let's just eliminate

the symptom for the time being.

With Hypnocil?

That's right.

You want me to prescribe...

an experimental

psychoactive drug...

to a bunch

of suicidal teenagers?

Just until we get things

under control.

Dream deprivation is

nothing to fool with.

You have no business

taking it yourself.

l used to be like them.

l know what

they're going through.

So do l.

You told me they were survivors,

and they are.

But how much longer

they survive is up to us.

l'm sorry, Nancy.

The answer's no.

Phillip, wake up.

Have a nice stroll, a**hole.

What? What are you doing?

Hey! Come on, man!

What are you, crazy?

Oh, sh*t! What's he doing?

Get help! Get help!

What's the matter?

Don't do it, Phillip!

God! Stop!

l want us to talk

about last night.

l want us to get our feelings

out in the open.

He wasn't strong enough,

so he got wasted. That's all.

That's all?

ls that what you think?

He couldn't hack it,

so he got nailed. Period.

Yeah. Big, tough badass.

How long will you last?

Longer than any of you.

Go ahead and fight.

That's what he wants.

Who?

Who do you think?

What does he want?

To turn us against each other

so we'll be weak.

-Horseshit.

-No, she's right.

We're all

missing the point here.

Phillip's death

was a sleepwalking accident.

Nothing more.

No. l could see him

up there...his face.

He was wide awake...

all the way down.

Then it was suicide.

Phillip quit. He gave up.

Joey says it wasn't suicide.

Listen to me, Joey.

Phillip killed himself.

That's a cowardly thing.

That's an empty thing.

He let himself down.

He let all of us down.

lt was murder!

Can't you understand that?

That bastard murdered him !

l'm not listening to this.

How much longer will you go on

blaming your dreams...

for your own weaknesses?

How much longer will you keep

blowing smoke up our ass?

There will be

no repeat occurrences...

of last night's events.

Your doors will be locked

during sleeping hours.

We'll start a policy

of evening sedation.

Anybody tries drugs on me

will get his ass kicked!

You just bought yourself

a night in the quiet room !

-Sit down!

-F*** you! You sit down!

Easy, Kincaid.

Nobody's putting me to sleep!

Get away! Let me alone!

Ain't nobody

putting me to sleep!

l don't want to go to sleep!

l ain't going to sleep!

Stay in your seats.

We'll begin sedation tonight,

starting with him.

You can't.

They'll be defenseless.

That's precisely

what they need--

some uninterrupted REM sleep

to release that negative energy.

l'm prescribing Hypnocil.

lt's a dream suppressant.

l know what it is.

l just can't believe it.

What has she talked you into?

Nothing. lt's my decision.

l want these dreams stopped

till we get some answers.

l can't allow that.

Then l'll go to Carver

if l have to.

He'll either back me up

or accept my resignation.

All right.

But if something goes wrong...

l'll make sure

that you're held responsible.

l mean that.

Fully responsible.

l can't believe

l just said that.

Can we get

the Hypnocil by tomorrow?

We're going to try.

l hope you know

what you're getting us into.

Ain't gonna dream no more,

no more

Ain't gonna dream no more

All night long, l sing this song

Ain't gonna dream no more

Girl, what are you doing?

-Watching TV.

-l can see that.

Why don't you read a book?

You watch too much damn TV.

Research.

Right.

You're going to be a TV star.

Wait and see.

lf Simms catches you here

after lights out...

she's gonna chew my ass.

l gotta stay up, Max.

Just tonight, please?

l can't handle the nightmare.

Not after Phillip. Not tonight.

l never saw you.

Thanks, Max.

Hi, sweet stuff. Good news.

Can't be good news,

coming from you.

-Pulled night duty.

-So?

So, got the keys to heaven,

baby.

-What?

-The dispensary.

l am talking

clean pharmaceutical high...

a night at Club Meth.

l don't do that sh*t.

Yeah?

What are those, beauty marks?

-Those are ancient history.

-Oh, yeah?

lf you're ever in the mood

for a history lesson...

l'm your teacher, understand?

Stay out of my face,

or l'll go straight to Max.

Who's going to take the word

of a crazy junkie chick?

F*** off!

lt's silly to ask, but how many

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