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Nightmare on Elm Street

Movie Scripts by Martina

 

script used with courtesey of Daily Script

 

Wes Craven’s

A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET

 

 

1A. INT. (MONTAGE). 1A.

 

NIGHTMARE MUSIC THEME begins as we FADE UP on a SERIES OF SHOTS,
all CLOSE and teasing.

 

— A man’s FEET, in shabby work shoes, stalking
through a junk bin in a dark, fire-lit, ash-
dusted place. A huge BOILER ROOM is what it

 

is, although we only glimpse it piecemeal.
Then we SEE a MAN’S HAND, dirty and nail-bitten,
reach INTO FRAME and pick up a piece of METAL.

 

— ANOTHER ANGLE as the HAND grabs a grimey
WORKGLOVE and slashes at it with a straight
razor, until its fingertips are off.

 

— CLOSE ON SAME HANDS dumping four fishing knives
out of a filthy bag. Their blades are thin,
curved, gleaming sharp.

 

— MORE ANGLES, EVEN CLOSER. We can HEAR the MAN’s
wheezing BREATHING, but we still haven’t seen

 

his face. We never will. We just SEE more metal
being assembled with crude tools, into some sort
of linkage — a splayed, spidery sort of apparatus,
against a background light of FIRE,

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The Ninth Gate

Movie Scripts by Martina

used with coutesey of Daily Script

 

THE NINTH GATE

 

A Screenplay by Roman Polanski, John Brownjohn and Enrique Urbizu

 

Based on a novel by Arturo Perez-Reverte

 

1. TELFER HOUSE: LIBRARY INT/NIGHT

 

ANDREW TELFER, a scrawny seventy-year-old, is writing a note at
his desk in one corner of a big, book-lined room. Dangling from
the central chandelier is a noose. A chair stands beneath it.

 

TELFER looks up for a moment. Blankly, he eyes a framed
photoportrait on his desk: a beautiful, thirty-something blonde
returns his gaze with an enigmatic smile.

 

He stops writing and folds the sheet, scrawls something on the
back, and leaves it on the desk. Then he walks to the centre of
the room and climbs on the chair. He puts his head through the
noose and tightens it around his neck.

 

He kicks away the back of the chair, but it doesn’t fall.
Frantically, he tries again: this time the chair topples over.
The chandelier squeaks as it swings on its hook, but it holds.
Fragments of plaster come raining down.

 

TELFER’s neck isn’t broken: he starts to choke. His feet perform
a convulsive dance in mid-air only six inches above the floor;

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