A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child Page #2

Mom?

If I were you, lady...

I'd kill the ungrateful piggy.

Put your pedal

to the metal, Dan!

Bad year, Dan!

Better buckle up, dear!

This boy

feels the need for speed.

Gotcha!

Fuel injection!

Power drive!

Fast lane!

Hey, Danny,

better not dream and drive.

Coffee, please?

He just came f***ing

flying out of nowhere!

It was some kind

of a frigging jet!

I didn't even see him!

Want to make babies?

You're all right.

It's OK, honey, I'm right here.

Dan's been in an accident.

It was no accident.

It was Krueger.

He used to come in through

my dreams and not anymore.

He found some other way.

I'm sorry.

It was no dream.

Dan's dead.

Not Dan.

Honey.

I'm so sorry.

Daddy, it wasn't an accident.

Krueger killed Dan.

Calm down. Take it easy.

You're in shock.

The police found fragments

of a champagne bottle.

Dan didn't drink. You know that.

I mean, it was probably for me

to celebrate our trip!

We gotta do something!

Dan's already dead.

Don't you see?

It's starting again.

These sorts of outbursts

aren't entirely uncommon.

Many women

have them at the beginning.

Especially if they've suffered

a traumatic shock.

Don't worry, young lady.

You're gonna be fine.

What do you mean?

What's he talking about?

What's wrong with me?

Nothing.

You're just a little pregnant.

The doctor

wants to keep you overnight.

Just for routine observation...

to make sure you're

as comfortable as possible.

You're gonna be fine, honey.

Everything's gonna be OK.

What's your name?

Jacob.

Really?

I've always loved that name.

Shouldn't you be in your room,

Jacob?

It's lonely there.

Well, my name is...

I'm sorry your boyfriend

got killed.

How did you know that?

I could tell you were sad.

I just wanted to see

if you were all right.

Jacob, wait. Don't go.

Greta, dear...

it's time

to get your beauty sleep.

We don't want circles

under those beautiful eyes.

Have you visited that little boy

on my floor?

You know, Jacob?

He has kind of sad eyes.

There aren't

any little boys on your floor.

He must have wandered in

from the children's ward.

I was just wondering

what's wrong with him.

We don't have a children's ward.

He was wearing a hospital robe.

I don't know what to tell you.

Did you call everyone?

Yup. Listen...

let's keep this dream stuff

between you and me, OK?

Amanda Krueger

was part of a religious order...

that ran that asylum

in the 1940s.

She was raped by the lunatics

and had the baby there.

That baby grew up to be

Freddy Krueger...

who murdered

twenty or thirty kids...

right here on Elm Street.

He got caught...

but the courts cut him loose

on a technicality.

So, the parents

of the murdered kids...

got together and killed him.

Torched him.

But that was just the beginning.

He keeps on killing...

but he kills people

in their dreams...

their nightmares.

He uses my dreams

to bring him his victims.

It's my fault that Dan's dead.

Stop saying that.

That's bullshit.

Let's talk about the baby.

Yeah, congratulations.

I guess.

That's not what we're here for.

Look, Dan's parents

were really pushing him hard.

He was bitching about it

last night at the party.

He was under

a lot of pressure. We all are.

Pushy parents

can drive you nuts.

What does that

have to do with it?

When Dan died,

you weren't even asleep.

You even said so. End of story.

He must have found

some other way.

Listen to me!

This isn't some kind of joke!

He gets in

through my dreams somehow...

and I thought

I could control it...

but something's changed...

and I don't know

what he'll do next.

Look, Alice,

we all know you're upset.

The bottom line, Alice...

if anybody's

trying to hurt you...

supernatural or not...

they're going to have

to go through us first.

All of us. Right?

That's what I'm afraid of.

How was the meeting?

- Sobering.

- Very funny.

When did you become

such a smart shopper?

Ever since my little girl

became a mom.

You disappointed in me?

No, I'm not.

I sort of hope it's a boy.

It'd be nice to hear a boy

playing in the house again.

Just don't make a habit of it.

It's true.

People are always mistaking us

for sisters.

Greta certainly has

the perfect body for modeling.

You know,

Eileen Ford is a friend of mine.

I told her about you.

She's very interested.

Greta, you're being offered

the opportunity of a lifetime.

I think you should show

a little gratitude.

One of my friends

died yesterday, Mother.

Do you mind if I take

a few hours off to remember him?

But we're having a party, dear.

I read about him.

Drunk or something, wasn't he?

Oh, he was just a friend

of Greta's.

Not someone special.

Not someone she was seeing.

You understand.

No, thank you. I'm not hungry.

Aren't you eating?

I really don't feel up to it.

Really, dear,

you ought to try something.

You're the one

who's always slapping my hand...

about my weight, Mother.

That's why we diet, dear...

so we can eat at social events

and not upset the other guests.

Tell you what.

Why don't I just eat

the whole goddamn tray...

go throw up, and come back

for seconds, all right?

Madam, if I may.

Bon apptit, b*tch.

Filet de Barbie.

Nothing but the best for Greta.

Open wide!

Second helping!

Don't talk

with your mouth full, dear!

You are what you eat!

Poor baby.

There.

Dad!

Dad, help!

Honey? How's dinner coming?

I can't believe

this sh*t is happening.

Just hang in there, Yvonne.

Man, I know Mark

is gonna be wigging out.

We just got to keep tight.

We'll get through, OK?

I know he's back here somewhere,

girls.

I think he's pretty upset.

Mark, you OK?

Fine. Just aces.

I want to talk to you guys

about Greta.

I'm terribly sorry,

but Greta's dead today.

Perhaps we could interest you

in someone else.

Look, it was an accident,

just like Dan's.

No accident.

I tried to warn all of you

about Krueger.

Alice, please.

I thought about that.

She must have fallen asleep

while she was at the table.

This is getting

a little sick, guys.

Too bad.

I don't understand

what's happening.

Krueger has to use my dreams...

but he got to Dan and Greta

while I was awake.

How's he doing it?

Why don't you two

stick to reality?

Why don't you shut up

and let her talk?

Two of us have died

in the past two days.

Does that just strike you

as particularly normal?

I'm not finished.

I loved Greta, a lot.

And if maybe, just maybe...

someone or something

killed her...

I'd like to hear about it.

- I'm not gonna listen to this.

- Then get out!

Come on.

Yvonne, wait a minute.

I'm... sorry.

I'm an a**hole, OK?

I know I'm not dealing with this

very well...

but it's not your fault, and...

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

You stick around for a while?

I wish I could, but...

I got a shift tonight.

I got to get going.

I'll stay with you for a while,

if you want.

Bye, you guys.

See you.

Do you think I'm an idiot

for being in love with her?

Nobody thinks that.

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