Freddy vs. Jason Page #3

The lawyer's disembodied head comes sailing out of

an upstairs window, smacking into the command car's

windshield with a loud SPLAT!

S.W.A.T. COMMANDER

Jesus Christ!

Murdoch curses and leaps out of the car, charging

the house as he BLASTS away with two nickel-plated

.45s. Suddenly GUNFIRE erupts from every window in

the house, BULLET HITS RIDDLING the cops cars,

SMASHING windows and emergency lights.

The S.W.A.T. TEAM follows Murdoch through the hail

of GUNFIRE as he kicks open the front door.

INT. CULT COMPOUND - NEXT INSTANT

WHACK! -- the door flies open and Murdoch and the

S.W.A.T. team move in. The windows have been covered

with foil, the walls have been painted black with

cult slogans written in red, making the whole house

black as pitch. The S.W.A.T. team puts on their

night vision goggles and starts moving through the

house.

P.O.V. THROUGH NIGHT VISION GOGGLES as the S.W.A.T.

team goes through the house SHOOTING cultists (ala

the computer game DOOM). Then a blinding flash of

light and a S.W.A.T. guy goes down -- shot in the

face.

Several of the cultists lead the attacking S.W.A.T.

team deeper into the house. As one of the S.W.A.T.

guys follows his foot trips a wire. A trap door

opens in the floor and the S.W.A.T. guy falls into

a pit, waist deep in water. Suddenly, the water

starts churning and the guy starts screaming -- it's

a tank of piranhas! Two other S.W.A.T. guys grab

his arms and pull him out. Too late -- his legs

have been shredded to the bone.

Another S.W.A.T. guy kicks in a door to a room and

steps in, FIRING his machine gun. A large scythe

swings down and severs both his arms at the elbows.

His arms fall to the floor, still FIRING the machine

gun.

The cultists race into a room, grabbing handrailing

bolted over head. They swing like monkeys across

the ceiling just as a S.W.A.T. guy charges into the

room behind them.

CLOSE ON S.W.A.T. GUY'S BOOTS as he steps onto a floor

covered with upturned nails. Several nails puncture

both boots, the points coming up through the laces.

The S.W.A.T. guy screams and another S.W.A.T. guy

barrels into the room to see what is wrong. He knocks

the first guy face-first into the floor o' nails.

Meanwhile, Murdoch is having a blast -- literally.

He kicks open the door to a room and guns down three

cultists as they try to escape out a window. As

the last body pitches to the floor, Murdoch yells:

MURDOCH:

Freeze!

Murdoch exits, laughing to himself.

The running GUNBATTLE continues as the cultists

retreat to the back of the house, throwing molotov

cocktails. Soon the first floor is ablaze. A S.W.A.T.

guy screams as he is consumed by FIRE. The cultists

thunder down a back staircase to the...

INT. THE BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS ACTION

The cultists uncover a secret passageway under the

house and most escape through the underground tunnel

just before the S.W.A.T. team comes BLASTING into

the basement. As the last of the remaining cultists

is capped off, a faint voice cries for help. The

S.W.A.T. commander raises up his hand.

S.W.A.T. COMMANDER

Hold your fire!

He pulls off his night vision goggles and shines his

flashlight into the basement. Through the dense

smoke he sees a little girl in a white dress is tied

to a chair sitting on a crate. Underneath the chair

-- several sticks of dynamite wired to a timer. CLOSE

ON THE TIMER:
30... 29... 28...

LITTLE GIRL HOSTAGE

Help me, mister... please.

The S.W.A.T. commander rushes to the girl, kneeling

down to look at the bomb. Then he takes a Leatherman

tool from his vest and starts to work on the bomb's

timer.

S.W.A.T. COMMANDER

Hang on, honey... I'll have you

out of there in a second.

Murdoch comes down the stairs. He goes to the secret

passageway and says:

MURDOCH:

Looks like we'll have to hunt the

rest of them down. Let's go before

they get too far.

S.W.A.T. COMMANDER

We can't leave! Can't you see

we've got a situation here?

Murdoch looks at the little girl and shrugs.

MURDOCH:

Leave her.

S.W.A.T. COMMANDER

You're crazy! I can't just leave

her!

MURDOCH:

Forget it. I've seen this before.

There's nothing you can do.

S.W.A.T. COMMANDER

I've got to try...

The S.W.A.T. commander wipes his brow and leans in

to work on the bomb again. CLOSE ON TIMER: 24...

23... 22...

The basement ceiling is now fully ABLAZE and chunks

of BURNING DEBRIS fall around the skittish S.W.A.T.

team. Murdoch looks at his watch in a bored fashion.

MURDOCH:

You're wasting your time.

The S.W.A.T. commander studies the wires for another

second, then glances back at the timer... 15... 14...

13...

S.W.A.T. COMMANDER

F*** it!

The S.W.A.T. commander whips out his Spyderco knife

and cuts the little girl loose. He carries her out

in his arms as he shouts to his men:

S.W.A.T. COMMANDER

(continuing; yelling)

CLEAR OUT! SHE'S GOIN' BLOW!!!

The S.W.A.T. team exits the basement with Murdoch

bringing up the rear.

EXT. CULT COMPOUND - NEXT INSTANT

The S.W.A.T. commander staggers out with the little

girl, followed closely with the remainder of his men

and finally Murdoch. The commander throws himself to

the ground, covering the little girl with his body as

-- BA-BOOM!!! -- the Elm Street house EXPLODES!

Murdoch stands as debris rains down around him. He

mutters:

MURDOCH:

Punks.

As the dust settles, the S.W.A.T. commander rolls off

the little girl and starts checking her for injury.

S.W.A.T. COMMANDER

Are you okay, honey?

Suddenly, the little girl jumps onto the S.W.A.T.

commander, flashing a glove of knives. She hisses:

LITTLE GIRL HOSTAGE

Freddy lives!

With a quick swing, the little girl slashes the

commander's face. She dives back for a plunge to

his throat when Murdoch walks up and kicks her off.

He puts his boot on her, holding her down as he

takes aim on her head with his pistol -- execution

style.

S.W.A.T. COMMANDER

NO!

The S.W.A.T. commander grabs Murdoch's arm just in

time. Several cops rush in and grab the girl,

dragging her off, kicking and screaming.

S.W.A.T. COMMANDER

(continuing)

Jesus... you were going to kill

that kid, weren't you?

MURDOCH:

I told you you were wasting your

time. Once these kids go rabid,

best thing to do is put 'em down.

S.W.A.T. COMMANDER

You can't be serious...

MURDOCH:

Dead serious. See... the world is

made up of rules. Kids don't like

rules. They rebel for a while, but

ultimately they start to fall in

line and become ordinary Joe's like

you and me. But some kids... dope

smokers mainly, watching their MTV...

Satanic lyrics melting what's left

of their brains... these kids grow

up to be punks. And when these punks

step as far over the line as these

"Freddy" punks have -- then we as

peace officers have no choice but

to kill them.

S.W.A.T. COMMANDER

I didn't become a peace officer to

kill kids.

MURDOCH:

Punks. There's a difference...

(under his breath)

...barely.

CUT TO:

INT. HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

CLOSE ON GRAFFITI written across lockers -- FREDDY

LIVES!

We move from this to a small classroom window. Through

it we see Meagan sitting in economics class. The

instructor -- MISS KREPPS -- is lecturing.

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