Freddy’s dead – Final Nightmare
FREDDY (cont’d) En guard, bitch
SWOOP/CLANG! A swordfight ensues. Freddy swinging his four long knives. Blade slashing her rapier-arms. They lunge, they parry, they leap, they duck.
CLANG! They connect. SCREEEEE. Metal scrapes metal. It’s a bastardized version of an Errol Flynn movie and Blade Cop and Freddy are equally matched. Blade moves to get the upper hand.
CLINK CLINK! Blades shoot out of the girl’s ELBOWS. Now when she takes a swing with her fists, another sword is right behind it on the follow-through.
Freddy gets caught off-guard. Gets slashed twice in the shoulder and twirls away. Then starts to move FASTER.
Blade counters with an equally increased intensity. Freddy ducks, SWOOPS out twice quickly. A fold of black cloth drops down on Blade’s stomach, revealing naked skin and a little blood. They pause for a second.
FREDDY (cont’d) Touche.
And Blade becomes AIRBORNE putting a Samurai to shame, twirling her legs up and out as a blade juts momentarily from her RIGHT HEEL, chopping off Freddy’s left hand.
Krueger stumbles back in astonishment as green goo spurts out of the stump.
Astonishment turns to rage as the two converge again, swinging away at an incredible rate. An impossible rate.
JACOB rounds the corner. He stumbles into the action just as the battling pair are becoming an obscure swirling GLINTING MASS. Pieces of them start to drop away.
Blade’s foot hits the ground. Freddy’s arm plops away. A broken sword hits the asphalt under the spinning cloud, then one of Blade’s arms.
CLOSE ON JACOB
as he watches, his eyes dart to try to follow the action that’s moving too fast for him to see.
Then there’s silence.
We PULL BACK and PAN to follow Jacob as he walks into the scene of carnage. He steps up to two pills of remains: one black and flesh colored covered with red blood, the other a heap of red and green cloth, scarred tissues, and pukish green glop.
Blade and Freddy have literally chopped each other to bits, the two mounds of body parts steaming in the cold night air.
Jacob sees something else and walks over to it. It’s Scott’s body. Jacob kneels down next to the dead teenager.
JACOB I’m sorry, Scott.
A CRACKING sound makes Jacob stand up. Over to the now- silent bar entrance a BLACK FIST punches up through the cement. With a crumbling of granite, Power Cop rises from the earth.
Something else moves behind Jacob and he turns, then SCREAMS. Sound Cop’s headless body walks into the shot, his arms held ABOVE FRAME over his neck.
Then Sound Cop’s arms lower his dismembered HEAD onto his stump, push it down, twist it til it stays. With great effort, Sound Cop yanks the brick out of his mouth.
Jacob now looks OFF SCREEN at something else, something that REALLY makes his eyes widen. We get to see the shadow of what Jacob sees, projected on the wall of the bar behind him.
The shadow of the pile of body parts that was Blade Cop begins to MOVE. The pieces start to REFORM, leg to torso, arm to shoulder, head to neck. The shadow on the wall rises and we PULL BACK.
Blade Cop stands across from Jacob, whole again except for a flash of exposed flesh on her abdomen to remind her of the experience.
Jacob raises his eyebrows as the resurrected Dream Police step around him.
JACOB (cont’d) Okay, I’m impressed
Blade whips her visor up to reveal an upset girl’s face.
BLADE COP You shouldn’t be.
Jacob frowns as the four of them walk over to the pile of Freddy remains. But they’re not remains anymore. All that’s left of Freddy is a stack of CLOTH remnants.
A WIND rises and pieces of cloth blow away into the darkness. The other two Dream Police raise their visors, looking equally distraught. They all face Jacob.
BLADE COP (cont’d) This is what we were afraid of.
SOUND COP He still exists.
JACOB What! How?
POWER COP We’re already dead, that’s why he couldn’t destroy us.
BLADE COP But he’s not dead. He’s not alive either. He’s something in between.
SOUND COP He’s not entirely part of reality or part of dreams. He’s unique.
BLADE COP WE can’t kill him.
POWER COP We can wail away on each other until doomsday and not do any good.
JACOB Then who’s going to kill this fucker?
SOUND COP YOU have to.
JACOB How the hell am I supposed to do that?
BLADE COP Krueger’s power comes from his rage and the souls of children.
POWER COP You have to find the original source of that rage and use it against him.
BLADE COP This town in its present condition encompasses all evils from all times in its history. The answer is here somewhere…
Jacob sighs, then gets an idea.
JACOB I think I know where…
And he starts to run down the street.
BLADE COP Jacob, wait. We have to find him first.
JACOB No time. You guys find Karen!
He disappears down the road as the Dream Police snap down their visors
EXT. ELM STREET HOUSE
Karen stands in front of a rotted gate in front of a run down building with shuttered windows and a crumbling foundation. This isn’t just an ELM STREET house, it’s THE Elm Street house. And for some reason Karen is drawn to it. She looks to her let at the bent mailbox.
It has a name plate on it. Another one underneath it. And another. It’s as if people moved in and out and instead of changing the plates on the mailbox, they just whacked a new one over the old. Karen steps closer to the mailbox.
The little sign on the top reads WILLIAMS. She touches it with her finger and it drops off, the nails holding it on rusted away to dust. A new plate is revealed. This one says THOMPSON. Karen picks lightly at it, and it swings away. The name underneath makes Karen gasp.
It reads KRUEGER.
And there’s still another one under that horrible name. Karen quickly hits the Krueger plate off. The last sign reads UNDERWOOD.
Karen frowns. She turns back to the house, a determined expression on her face.
KAREN No more…
She KICKS the gate open and walks up to the house.
INT. ELM STREET HOUSE
We’ve been here before, haven’t we? But for Karen it’s the first visit as she opens the front door and walks in. She takes in the twisted skeleton of a home for a few seconds and then begins to SEARCH it.
INT. ELM STREET HOUSE – LIVING ROOM
Karen races through, pulling open desk drawers, rifling through shelves, flipping through books. She doesn’t know what she’s looking for, but she knows she hasn’t found it yet.
INT. ELM STREET HOUSE – KITCHEN
The intensity of Karen’s quest increases as she yanks open cabinets and tosses plates to the floor. Still nothing.
INT. ELM STREET HOUSE – STAIRS
Karen runs up them, a girl with a mission.
INT. ELM STREET HOUSE – MASTER BEDROOM
Karen flings the door open. Nothing but a bed and a set of drawers. No hint as to the occupant’s lives. She doesn’t bother ransacking this one and goes on to:
INT. ELM STREET HOUSE – FREDDY’S BEDROOM
Jackpot. Karen stares through the open door at a child’s room, a very twisted child’s room. She slowly walks in.
A bed, a desk, a dresser. There’s a Jack-in-a-box with its head torn off. A disemboweled Teddy Bear. White puffy guts hanging out of it. A clown doll with its face caved in. A hanging mobile made of strange bent shapes.
And a pile of more-than-dirty clothes.
Karen goes over to the pile and picks through it with her toe. A small pair of pants, about the right size for an eight-year-old. A black pair of shoes. And a little sweater, a RED AND GREEN STRIPED sweater.
Karen goes over to the desk. There is stack of drawings on it – a child’s drawings. On one of them it looks like someone was practicing writing their name. FREDDY UNNERWOOD, FREDDY UNDERWUD, FREDDY UNDERWOOD over and over again. Until the final attempt has the last name angrily crossed out, replaced underneath by a hastily scrawled KRUEGER!!!
Another piece of paper: a set of human stick figures. A small one is labeled FREDDY. The large one is labeled DADDY. The Daddy figure is depicted HITTING the Freddy figure.
There are more drawings, all of them violent, the large figure beating away at the small one.
Suddenly a CREAKING. Karen jumps. Hides behind a bookshelf. She’s nervously trying to figure out what to do when a framed picture catches her attention on the shelf. It’s a picture of a tall, dark man and a little boy. Karen reaches out to grab the picture, but accidentally knocks over a glass mug with a CRASH.
FOOTSTEPS can now be heard tromping up the stairs.
Someone’s coming and Karen’s on the edge of panic. She looks around and finds an old baseball bat. She grabs it and runs to the side of the doorway as the FOOTSTEPS approach down the hallway. Karen raises the bat.
And Jacob appears. Karen pulls back with the bat as Jacob jumps away from her.
KAREN Jacob! You scared the shit out of me!
JACOB The feeling is mutual.
KAREN Where are the Dream Police?
JACOB I told them to look for you. What are you doing here? Don’t you know what this place is?
KAREN I do now. Look what I found.
She starts to drag him over to the desk of drawings.
JACOB You’ve got to get out of here.
KAREN Wait. You have to see this.
