Freddy’s dead – Final Nightmare
Karen and Scott are running up behind him.
KAREN Jacob! Thank God!
SCOTT So this is the place, huh?
Jacob’s eyes are steady. He hasn’t yet acknowledged the other’s presence. He eyes are fixed on the gloominess in front of him. A look of vengeance beginning to grow as our SHOT MOVES IN on him.
JACOB I’m home.
Karen and Scott are next to him now. They stand silently with Jacob for a few seconds. Then:
KAREN What now?
JACOB Scott, are you with us?
SCOTT A deal’s a deal.
JACOB Then we wait.
And not for long. FLASH! In three bursts the Dream Police appear directly across from the teenagers. Scott and Karen jump back. Jacob hold his ground.
SCOTT Whoa!
The threesomes stand face-to-face in two parallel rows.
SCOTT (cont’d) Nice outfits.
POWER COP Is this all?
JACOB All that’s left.
SOUND COP It’ll have to do.
SCOTT We can always come back later. Like when it’s daytime.
POWER COP It’s always night here.
JACOB What’s the plan?
BLADE COP We need you to draw him out.
SCOTT Terrific. We’re supposed to be bait.
SOUND COP Essentially.
JACOB Then let’s do it.
KABOOOOOOOOM! A huge BRICK WALL, ten feet high and spreading out across the street and through the houses, BLASTS up from the asphalt. Right between the Police and the kids.
ON THE DREAM POLICE SIDE
The three cops crouch into battle positions.
ON THE TEENAGER’S SIDE
The three of them have hardly any time to react before three perfectly round HOLES open up underneath each of them.
And Scott, Jacob and Karen fall into darkness.
ON THE DREAM POLICE SIDE
Sound Cop stands up and his body begins to VIBRATE. A new noise emits from his mouth: a HIGH PITCHED SQUEAL.
And like the walls of Jericho, the bricks in front of them fall apart and tumble to the ground. Dust settles and the Police walk over the rubble to the other side. The kids are gone.
BLADE COP Fan out.
The Dream Police break formation and scatter.
EXT. A STREET
A hole opens up in the road and WHOOSH, KAREN is elevated up into the scene and the hole seals up instantly.
She jumps a few feet and drops to her knees, holding onto the ground. She looks up at a street sign. It reads: ELM ST. Karen stands up and heads down the road.
EXT. ROCHESTER AVE.
Another hole, and VOOM, Jacob is shot up into the street. He spins around, trying to get his bearings. It doesn’t take him long. He knows exactly where he is.
JACOB Oh no…
He starts to run and we FOLLOW him.
Jacob jumps over a procession of RATS making their way across the street and just keeps on sprinting. Until he reaches a certain house. He catches his breath as he looks at the building, pain registering on his face.
JACOB (cont’d) Mom…
Jacob runs towards the house as our shot MOVES IN CLOSE to the mailbox and ate name printed across it. It reads JOHNSON.
INT. NIGHTMARE JOHNSON HOME – ENTRYWAY
Jacob bursts through the door. He turns on a light switch. A lamp SPUTTERS into semi-life, and keeps sputtering, casting a candle-like glow over the interior.
Cobwebs and dust cover everything. Rats and tarantula spiders skitter about. Jacob grits his teeth and walks in deeper.
EXT. SPRINGWOOD TAVERN
Scott BLASTS out of the asphalt. He staggers for a few seconds from the ride, then looks at the building in front of him. A puttering neon sign, ‘SPRINGWOOD TAVERN’, marks the local saloon. Muffled MUSIC and VOICES seep through the cracks of the double doors.
Scott looks around, then shrugs. He heads for the entrance.
INT. SPRINGWOOD TAVERN
Dump is too clean a word, dive is too nice, abomination is more like it. A greenish haze covers everything. Instead of sawdust on the floor there is a collection of debris that looks like a compilation of human teeth, crushed bugs, and pools of unmentionable goo.
Then there’s the people.
Imagine any profanity, any obscenity,any blasphemy, add them all up – then double them. It wouldn’t even come close to the patrons of this joint.
They dance, they yell, they drink bloody bubbling mixtures. There’s a guy to the right that doesn’t seem to mind that half his brain is showing. That girl over there has no jaw. In a booth is a couple that are connected at the lips. A ventriloquist on stage is entertaining the troops with his hand up the back of a real body.
Scott steps through the door and blinks about a dozen times. Then he decides that the smart course of action is to turn around and go right back out.
A MUTANT BOUNCER, half his face a skull, blocks Scott’s way.
MUTANT BOUNCER Two drink minimum.
SCOTT Ah, that’s okay. I think I’m underage, anyway.
MUTANT BOUNCER Two drink minimum.
SCOTT No, really. I’m driving.
MUTANT BOUNCER Two drink minimum.
The bouncer with the limited vocabulary seems adamant. Scott backs off and turns around. He carefully moves forward. A MUTANT WAITRESS with three breasts slips next to him.
MUTANT WAITRESS Can I get you anything?
SCOTT That’s okay. I’ll just sit at the bar.
MUTANT WAITRESS Alright, honey. You call if you need anything.
SCOTT You bet. You’ll be the first to know.
Scott turns away, trying to keep his eyes in their sockets. He slides up to the bar next to a MUTANT BUSINESSMAN. The man’s head is on backwards, his arms lean on the bar while his face looks out into the crowd. He has to twist his neck to sip his vile drink.
A BARTENDER, surprisingly normal-looking, steps up to Scott.
BARTENDER What’ll it be?
SCOTT Um, a beer, I guess.
The bartender fills a twisted glass with a sickly brown liquid. Chunks of matter float amongst the foam. Scott takes the drink warily and looks up at the businessman next to him. The mutant smiles at him.
BARTENDER Go on. Puts hair on your back.
SCOTT And that’s all?
The bartender returns. Holds one of those half pineapple type drinks in his hand, except this one has the back end of a wriggling lizard sticking out of mucousy fluid under a tiny umbrella. He gives it to Scott.
SCOTT (cont’d) That’s okay, this’ll be plenty.
BARTENDER No charge. Compliments of the man at the end of the bar.
The bartender walks away and Scott cranes his head to look down the bar.
SCOTT’S POV
The crowd blocks his view, but we can see a gloved hand with four blades strapped to it tapping nonchalantly on the surface of the wood.
BACK TO SCOTT
He picks up his drinks, holding the moving one at arm’s length, and heads down the bar.
AT THE END OF THE BAR
sits Freddy Krueger. He sips coolly on some hideous concoction as Scott sits down in the chair next to him and lights a cigarette, trying to look equally cool.
FREDDY Welcome to my favorite haunt.
SCOTT So you’re the man.
FREDDY At your service.
SCOTT What’s on your mind?
FREDDY A deal.
