Freddy vs. Jason Page #4

MISS KREPPS:

(Blah-blah. Blah-blah-blah.)

It's hot. Several of the kids fan themselves,

struggling to stay awake while others have already

passed out on their desks. Meagan's eyes are heavy.

She looks over at Jesse, pretending to follow along

in his book, fast asleep. The antique oscillating

fan on Miss Krepps' desk CLICKS loudly as she drones

on:

MISS KREPPS:

(continuing)

(Blah-blah-blah. Blah-blah.)

Meagan starts to drift off, when...

MISS KREPPS:

(continuing; loud)

Meagan!?

MEAGAN:

Yes, ma'am?

MISS KREPPS:

I asked if you were ready to give

your oral report?

MEAGAN:

Yes... I'm ready.

MISS KREPPS:

Please come up here to the podium.

Meagan gets up and goes to the podium amidst the

snickers of some of her classmates. Miss Krepps

snaps her fingers for quiet.

MISS KREPPS:

(continuing)

You won't think it's funny when

you haven't learned the fundamentals

of a free market economy... oh,

why do I waste my breath? You're

all going to grow up to be gas

station attendants and waitresses

anyway. Go ahead, Meagan.

MEAGAN:

My report is on Global Economic

Trends.

(clears throat;

begins reading)

Try and think of a world where there

is no poverty... no sickness... no

crime. A world where everyone is

happy to be alive and everyone lives

together in peace. This is my dream.

The fan on Miss Krepps' desk starts to CLICK louder,

BLOWING harder. Meagan raises an eyebrow but continues

with her report.

MEAGAN:

(continuing)

This dream is becoming a reality

with ever-growing international

business...

CLOSE ON THE FAN as it changes... getting creepier...

turning into a Freddy-fan. BLOWING harder... CLICKING

louder.

MISS KREPPS:

Louder, Meagan. We can't hear you.

Meagan repeats the last few sentences, raising her

voice to be heard over the fan. Then pages of her

report start to blow away. She grabs at them as the

WIND increases.

A bottle of glue stowed in the podium overturns and

spills to the floor at Meagan's feet. She bends over

to pick it up, when her skirt blows up. She presses

it down but the WIND is too great and the skirt

billows up, revealing her underwear. The class roars

with laughter.

MISS KREPPS:

(continuing)

Louder, Meagan... we still can't

hear you.

But Meagan isn't reading her report anymore, she's

busy trying to push down her skirt when -- RIP! --

the WIND blows her skirt off. Her classmates fall

over themselves, laughing. RIP! -- Meagan's blouse

blows away. She tries to hide behind the podium when

that too is swept off.

Meagan clutches at her bra and panties as they start

to drift away -- thread by thread. She is almost

naked. Meagan looks up at her classmates, red in the

face.

Her classmates point and laugh -- only now they are

all a bunch of old rotten skeletons. And up front,

in the center where Miss Krepps sat... is Freddy! He

wears a beanie with a propeller, points and laughs:

FREDDY:

Aww... all dressed up and nowhere

to blow!

Meagan screams, clutching at the last few tiny strands

of cloth that cover her body. She calls to Jesse,

pleading:

MEAGAN:

Jesse... please, help me.

But Jesse just sits at his desk -- dead. He reaches

up and slowly lowers a hockey mask over his pale,

expressionless face.

FREDDY:

Looks like a photo opportunity to

me!

Freddy pulls out an over-sized camera with a gargantuan

flashgun attached. The flash bulb is the size of a

beach ball and has a nuclear warning etched in the

front. Freddy sizes Meagan up in the viewfinder and

sneers:

FREDDY:

(continuing)

Say... cheesecake!

PHOOMPH!!! -- the flash bulb goes off with an atomic

light. Meagan screams as her skeleton is blown back

against the blackboard -- vaporized!

HARD CUT TO:

Meagan waking up in her seat suddenly. The classroom

as normal. Miss Krepps is standing over her, asking:

MISS KREPPS:

Meagan? Meagan?!

Meagan looks around, bewildered and confused.

MISS KREPPS:

(continuing)

I asked if you were ready to give

your report?

Meagan realizes that she was dreaming and pulls

herself together.

MEAGAN:

Sure...

Meagan stands up and faints.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. SCHOOL NURSE'S OFFICE - MINUTES LATER

MEAGAN'S P.O.V as the SCHOOL NURSE comes into FOCUS,

standing over her.

SCHOOL NURSE:

Meagan? Can you hear me? Do you

know where you are?

Meagan is laying on a couch, a cloth over her head.

MEAGAN:

I was day dreaming and then I woke

up but then it was like I was still

dreaming and then I woke up and

then I guess I fainted and now I'm

awake again...

SCHOOL NURSE:

Are you sure?

Meagan stares at the nurse for a moment.

SCHOOL NURSE:

(continuing)

Meagan?

MEAGAN:

I'm waiting to see if you're going

to turn into Freddy.

SCHOOL NURSE:

Freddy... I see. You've been watching

too much CNN. That crazy "Freddy"

cult thing -- it's all over the TV

day and night -- you can't get away

from it. No wonder you kids are all

having nightmares.

MEAGAN:

But this one was different... it

felt real.

SCHOOL NURSE:

But that's just it, Meagan... dreams

aren't real. They're just broken

fragments of the subconscious mind.

MEAGAN:

Fear is real though, isn't it? And

if nightmares are fear, then doesn't

that make them real?!

(gets excited)

And if the nightmares are real then

is reality like a dream?!

SCHOOL NURSE:

(cutting her off)

Meagan! You've got heat prostration...

that's all.

The nurse slaps a wet towel over her face.

INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER

Jesse is waiting for Meagan as she emerges from the

nurse's office, muttering under her breath:

MEAGAN:

Old witch... what does she know?

She isn't even qualified to give a

shot and she's telling me that my

dreams aren't anything to worry

about.

JESSE:

So she said you were okay?

MEAGAN:

Oh, sure... Madame Curie in there

says it's just a case of heat pro-

stration and an overdose of TV news.

Ruined my makeup, too.

JESSE:

So you're going back to class?

MEAGAN:

No. She gave me last period off.

JESSE:

Well, what are you bitching about?

I could have a compound fracture of

the skull and she wouldn't excuse me

from P.E.

MEAGAN:

Jesse! I've been having nightmares

for almost two weeks now and they

keep getting worse! Now I'm having

daymares! I want to know why!

JESSE:

Okay... well, didn't the nurse say

it was heat probation?

Meagan rolls her eyes in frustration.

MEAGAN:

You don't understand... I want to

know more about dreams. What they

mean... why we have them.

JESSE:

Okay, Meg, go look it up. You've

got the rest of the day off, that's

all I'm saying.

MEAGAN:

That's a good idea. Why don't you

cut last period and come with me?

JESSE:

Sure. Where are we going?

MEAGAN:

The library.

JESSE:

You want me to cut school so we can

go to the library?

CUT TO:

INT. LIBRARY - AFTERNOON

Meagan pours through a big psychology book. Across

the table, Jesse peers into another psychology book.

MEAGAN:

Find anything?

Jesse looks up suddenly.

JESSE:

What? Oh, no... nothing yet.

Over Jesse's shoulder we see he has a copy of ROAD &

TRACK tucked inside his psychology book.

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