Freddy’s dead – Final Nightmare
script used with courtesey of Daily Script
FADE IN:
INT. DC-10 AIRLINER – NIGHT
JACOB JOHNSON is sleeping. It doesn’t look like a pleasant experience. He is sixteen, dirty blonde, his eyes visibly moving under closed lids as he sits huddle under a blanket in his window seat. The lights are dim — the shade on the window closed — a bead of sweat dribbles down his forehead. The HUMMING of the jet’s engines vibrates through the cabin.
The boy’s eyes snap open.
Jacob glances around nervously. He looks like an escaped convict who just accidentally walked into the Policemen’s Ball. A GREYHAIRED MAN two seats away from him gives the teenager a cursory glance, then goes back to his book. Jacob lays his head back and tries to relax. The engines continue to drone.
Until a new noise starts. A WHOOSHING NOISE.
The sound is very faint. But distinct from everything else. Jacob frowns.
The noise gets LOUDER. Jacob’s sure he’s hearing it now. He looks at the Greyhaired Man. The man catches his eye and the two of them stare at each other for a heartbeat – then Jacob turns away. The Man returns to his book. And Jacob immediately turns back to him.
JACOB Do you hear that?
The man gives him an annoyed look as the WHOOSHING gets louder.
GREYHAIRED MAN Hear what?
JACOB That noise.
GREYHAIRED MAN I don’t hear anything.
The man turns back to the book as the sound gets even LOUDER – – like it’s coming closer. Jacob squirms in his seat — sneaks a look at the man again. How can he not hear that? A STEWARDESS walks by and Jacob catches her attention.
JACOB Excuse me.
STEWARDESS Yes?
The WHOOSHING is completely obvious now. The greyhaired man tries to ignore the two people talking over him.
JACOB What is that sound?
STEWARDESS That’s just the engines, sir.
JACOB No, it’s different. It’s not the engines. It’s getting louder.
The man sighs — the stewardess smiles patronizingly.
STEWARDESS We’re just gaining altitude to get above some rough weather. That’s the sound of the engines speeding up a bit. Everything’s fine.
JACOB Um…okay.
The stewardess walks away as Jacob sits back and starts to bite his nails. The whooshing is really starting to BLARE now. He looks between the seats in front of him — twists around to look behind. He snaps back to the greyhaired man.
JACOB (cont’d) Can’t you hear that?
GREYHAIRED MAN (losing patience) Look, kid. Will you relax? It’s just the damn engines, okay?
The man glares at him, and Jacob backs off. The sound has grown DEAFENING. Jacob grinds his seat like he’s going mad. He looks at the closed window. He reaches out his hand, grabs the handle then rips up the shade for all to see:
A 747 coming RIGHT AT US.
Jacob SCREAMS. The planes CRASH.
Impact – decompression – explosion. The hull of the cabin buckles violently – moaning like a dying elephant – peeling inward revealing RED AND GREEN STRIPING on the outside.
A huge wing section RIPS through the structure – barely missing Jacob – taking the greyhaired man’s head clean off – nailing the stewardess in the gut and shoving her body across and out the other side of the cabin.
And Jacob’s seat drops down – sending him and us into:
EXT. SKY – NIGHT
Like an intricate ballet, Jacob, his body strapped to his chair, tumbles away from the DC-10 and 747 as they seem to merge and bend into some kind of mutant DC-47 – wings and tails wrapping around each other as debris blooms out like a flower and together they EXPLODE – a fiery ball lighting the nighttime clouds and Jacob’s shrieking face.
And Jacob falls and falls and falls, his hair sticking straight up from the blasting wind.
That’s when CORPSES start falling past him. The captain of the plane – the stewardess, her body bent in half – the greyhaired man, his head gone but his book still in his hand. More men, women, crew people – and CHILDREN.
But these children aren’t dead bodies. Two LITTLE GIRLS and one LITTLE BOY, all dressed in white, plummet down next to Jacob, head first, like high divers. And they’re singing:
THE CHILDREN One two, Freddy’s coming for you…
The children turn around in the sky so that they are travelling feet first. The Little Boy’s pants puff up and the Girls’ skirts poof out and RIP UPWARD – the wind taking away their clothes and their skin and their bodies and their hair…
THE CHILDREN (cont’d) Three four, better lock your door…
Leaving three tiny SKELETONS – taunting and laughing as Jacob screams and covers his eyes.
THE CHILDREN (cont’d) Five six, grab your crucifix…
And the Skeletons sprout wings – leathery and veiny – the wind catching them and sending them up and away as their voices echo in the sky.
THE CHILDREN (cont’d) Seven eight, gonna stay up late…
Jacob takes his hands away from his face and starts to frantically pull on his seat belt. SNAP – it flies off his back and miraculously turns into a PARACHUTE. Rope swirls into the air – the wind grabs the canvas – and Jacob’s body slows with a violent jerk.
But at least he’s not falling anymore. Jacob catches his breath as he starts gently floating through the sky. He smiles. This isn’t so bad. This is actually kind of fun. Not for long, though, because his new upward momentum carries him back up to:
The winged children’s Skeletons. Jacob’s eyes bug out as he rises into them and they start to circle. They move closer and we can see something in their hands:
SCISSORS
Jacob twists his body, trying to steer his parachute away from the demons. One of the Skeletons swoops up to his face and pokes its scissors inches away from Jacob’s eyes. It sings alone:
CHILD Nine ten, never sleep again!
The Skeleton cranks its arm back – ready to plunge the scissor’s blades into Jacob’s sockets. The arms swings toward him – then suddenly diverts up past his head, heading for:
THE CHUTE’S STRINGS
The Skeleton flaps its wings and poises its scissors at one of the ropes. The other two Skeletons join it over Jacob’s head. The three of them look down at Jacob, their boney jaws in a perpetual smile.
JACOB No!
The Skeletons nod “yes”. SNIP – SNIP – SNIP – they cut away at Jacob’s parachute as he swings underneath them, trying to pull away – SNIP – SNIP.
The parachute flutters away – the Skeletons cackle – and Jacob plummets.
ON JACOB
We stay with him as he screams and shrieks and yells and the clouds part and the ground rises quickly up to meet him. The ground becomes a town, the town becomes a block, the block becomes a house, the house becomes a roof, and…
INT. JACOB’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
KA-BLAM! The ceiling explodes as Jacob’s body plows through, slams down, shatters the bed, and we immediately:
CUT TO:
INT. JACOB’S BEDROOM – MORNING
Jacob’s eyes blast open as he sits up from bed in a cold sweat. A dream. The worst fucking dream from hell anyone would ever want to have — but still just a dream. He takes a few deep breaths as a soft KNOCK is heard at the door.
JACOB Yeah..
ALICE JOHNSON opens the door and sticks her head in. She’s thirty-two, blonde, with a caring smile.
ALICE You okay, honey?
JACOB Yeah, Mom. I’m fine.
ALICE Alright. Better get cooking or you’ll be late for school.
JACOB On my way.
Alice closes the door as Jacob gets out of bed and stretches. Sunlight is leaking through the bedroom window shade and Jacob walks over to it. He reaches out and pulls up the shade.
And there’s nothing buy sky. Jacob frowns and pokes his head out the window.
JACOB’S POV – THE GROUND
is once again racing up towards us at seven-thousand miles an hour. The entire house is falling.
BACK IN THE BEDROOM
Jacob leaps away from the window. The WINGED SKELETONS reappear outside — dancing in the air — cackling with glee.
The bedroom starts to SHAKE violently as Jacob stumbles into the center. The roof starts caving in and the walls begins to crumble.
ANGLE STRAIGHT DOWN ON JACOB.
Jacob grabs his head, looks up at us, and SCREAMS. We suddenly stay where we are as the house drops down and we punch out through the roof and our shot becomes an:
ANGLE STRAIGHT DOWN ON THE HOUSE
as it falls away towards the ground. We watch as it becomes a small dot – and finally impacts on the surface. A mushroom cloud of smoke silently puffs out in the distance below
EXT. TOWN – NIGHT – AT THE CRATER
Smoke and dust whirl around a huge hole in the earth. Splintered shreds of lumber stick up in the air like giant toothpicks. Some of the toothpicks start to move.
Jacob rises out of the destruction, charred, scraped, battered and, unfortunately, alive. He climbs up to the edge of the crater. He looks back a the remnants of his home.
Then something starts to happen.
Something his growing from the crater – spreading out. It’s not a cloud, it’s not smoke – it’s a DARKNESS. Even though it’s night, this darkness is darker. It creeps out from the hole – fingers of blackness reaching out. What it covers doesn’t disappear. It becomes GLOOMY. The shroud is getting bigger.
And it’s getting faster. Jacob runs.
WITH JACOB – RUNNING
He bolts down the streets of the small town in a blind panic. He looks behind him and sees the darkness getting bigger, its gloominess covering houses. Then whole blocks.
Everything it touches seems to fall deeper into SHADOW.
