Freddy’s dead – Final Nightmare
AT THE STREET CORNER
Jacob comes across a WOMAN walking her dog. He stops and yells at her.
JACOB Get the hell out of here! It’s coming!
WOMAN What’s coming?
Jacob points down the street. The shroud is swooping down the road – browning out street lights in its wake. And the woman doesn’t find anything threatening about this. Jacob screams at her.
JACOB Don’t you see it?
WOMAN See what?
And it’s obvious now: she doesn’t see anything. The Woman is totally oblivious to the danger. Jacob shakes his head — stumbles away.
The woman watches him go as the darkness PASSES OVER HER. She sighs.
And begins to MUTATE. Her hair gets scraggly, her skin bursts out in sores, her back grows a hump — all of which she DOESN’T seem to notice.
She just shrugs her twisted shoulders.
WOMAN (cont’d) Kids…watcha gonna do?
She hobbles away with her dog – which now has six legs and two heads.
BACK WITH JACOB – RUNNING
Like a bat running from hell, he tears through the streets passing buildings that turn creepy and people that become passively accepting monsters.
A VOICE booms out from nowhere.
FREDDY (O.S.) Jacob! You’re too old to run away from home!
Jacob covers his ears and races out of town.
EXT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT
Jacob falls onto the deserted road just outside of town. He rolls on the asphalt and looks behind him. most of the town is covered in an opaque gloom.
Suddenly a CACKLING sound is heard and Jacob turns to its source:
HIS POV: THE SPRINGWOOD SIGN
The town can still be seen behind it — the darkness over almost all of it now. The sign reads: WELCOME TO SPRINGWOOD. POPULATION…
And the numbers after the word “population” are changing. They’re counting BACKWARDS, clattering away like an old-time gas pump in reverse – faster and faster – blurring as the “thousands” digit disappears, then the “hundreds”, then “tens”, then…
CLINK – the count stops at “1”. Springwood is entirely engulfed in the shroud. There is a pause.
CRASH – the sign is violently YANKED into the ground. It vanishes into the earth and a CRACK APPEARS at the edge of the road. The crack grows – moving out to the center of the highway.
BACK ON THE STREET
Jacob watches the crack as it splits wider in the middle of the street and a GURGLING sound starts to build. The tar in front of Jacob becomes molten. It bubbles and pops.
Jacob scrambles backwards as something begins to rise from boiling asphalt.
It’s a hat.
The hat, a fedora to be precise, pushes itself up. A left hand – burned and scarred – pokes out next to it. Four sharp blades jut out of the muck on the other side. A head is up now – a curtain of tar dripping from the rim of the hat – hiding the face. The body beneath the head ascends. The veil of asphalt parts:
It’s FREDDY KRUEGER. Jacob SCREAMS.
Freddy LAUGHS. He shakes off his layer of tar and looks towards the clouded town of Springwood. A look of pure hatred appears on his ragged face.
FREDDY Payback time…
Freddy opens his mouth – lets out a large breath – and then INHALES an even larger one.
A WINDSTORM starts, the source being Krueger’s own lungs. The gale force begins to yank at the shroud surrounding Springwood. Fingers of darkness pull up from the town and towards Freddy’s mouth — and houses begin to DISSOLVE. Freddy continues to inhale like he’s never going to stop.
Krueger is sucking the black gloom into his body – and the entire town of Springwood is going with it. Trees, buildings, cars, picket fences. It’s all crumbling and fusing, becoming a part of t cloud that itself is caught in the nightmarish wind tunnel, all piling into Freddy’s mouth.
The vortex swirls into Krueger. Then it’s gone. Nothing but a vacant lot the size of a town remains. Freddy turns to Jacob and BURPS, it sounds like a THUNDERCLAP.
JACOB No!
FREDDY Don’t worry, I have a strong stomach.
Freddy reaches down and yanks up his red and green sweater. He pulls apart his putrid abdomen to reveal his guts – and a transparent stomach.
Inside the stomach: a black swirling mass. Flashes of houses, people, homes, couples, all trapped in horrible anguish. Freddy drops down his sweater.
FREDDY (cont’d) Springwood is mine, boy!
JACOB I dreamed you away before I was born! Mom said you couldn’t come back!
FREDDY Is that true? Then she told you all about me, huh? Let’s see what else she has to say.
Freddy reaches his left hand into the bubbling tar at his feet, digs around a bit, then pulls out:
ALICE. Jacob’s mother. Tar dripping down her body. Krueger has her by the neck, waves his blades in front of her. Jacob gets up and runs toward him.
Freddy pulls a foot up from the asphalt pit and KICKS Jacob back a good fifteen feet.
ALICE Run, Jacob!
The boy rolls painful on the hard road. He sits up and screams:
JACOB Leave her alone!
FREDDY You’re such a momma’s boy!
Freddy swings his knives out, pauses for a terrifying beat, then swoops the daggers towards Alice.
CLOSE ON JACOB
as OFF SCREEN we hear a horrible multiple GLITCH! Jacob shrieks in gut-wrenching anguish.
WIDE ON SCENE
We’re far enough away so that we don’t barf at the sight but close enough to see that Freddy has impaled Alice’s body on his blades. He lifts her up effortlessly and raises her limp figure RIGHT OVER HIS HEAD.
Krueger swings his arm out, shaking off Alice, sending her flying over Jacob’s head. The body lands behind him.
ON JACOB
as he runs to his mother. She VANISHES just as he reaches out to touch her bloody body. He turns to Krueger and raises his fists. A look of sheer rage is growing in him, blind, insane anger. He bellows:
JACOB You fucker!
FREDDY Springwood is only the beginning. All I need from you is a ride!
Suddenly, between Jacob and Freddy, three SHAFTS OF LIGHT burst up from the road. Three FIGURES appear as the light dissipates.
They’re dressed in metallic black, heavy boots, helmets with dark visors covering their faces. One is large and muscular. The one in the center has an obviously feminine figure under her skin-tight outfit. The third is a little smaller than the other two with a slightly different face that allows us to see his mouth.
They’re the DREAM POLICE. Jacob doesn’t know this yet, but Freddy seems to. The bastard son of a hundred maniacs frowns at the sight of these new apparitions.
Then he looks past them and smiles at Jacob.
FREDDY (cont’d) See ya later!
Freddy violently DROPS down into the bubbling asphalt pit. Two of the black figures start after him. The third one turns to Jacob as his partners leap into the hole after Freddy. The sound from his exposed mouth is DEAFENING!
SOUND COP WAKE UP!
Jacob grabs his ears in pain as we suddenly:
CUT TO:
EXT. HIGHWAY – DAY
Jacob’s eyes snap open so fast his sockets suffer whiplash. He’s lying smack in the middle of the road tucked in a fetal position. Jacob slowly uncurls his body and sits up. He shivers and wipes his sweaty forehead – and that’s when he notices something in his hand.
INSERT: JACOB’S HAND
it’s a bracelet, a simple band of gold with a larger plate in the middle, like an ID band. Jacob’s fingers turn the plate over. Printed on the other side is the name of the bracelet’s former owner: ALICE. Jacob has a souvenir.
BACK TO JACOB
He raises his face and looks at the road in front of him. It goes off into the distance surrounded on both sides by empty fields.
This is where Springwood used to be. A look of anguish crosses Jacob’s face as he stares at the desolation.
JACOB Mom…
HONK! SCREECH!
Jacob whips his head around in time to see a huge moving van blasting right at him. He rolls off to the side of the road. The truck barely misses him, kicking up a cloud of dust in its wake.
Jacob chokes on the dust. He slowly recovers and looks back down at the bracelet in his hand. He clenches his fist around it as a wild-eyed angry look starts to grow on him. He takes a few deep breaths, then stands up and walks OUT OF FRAME.
ANGLE DOWN THE HIGHWAY
We can see a pickup truck in the distance. Jacob’s HAND ENTERS FRAME, thumb sticking out, his mother’s bracelet dangling from his wrist.
The pickup truck starts to slow down.
EXT. ROSEDALE – DAY
A sprawling little community with pleasant streets and cheerful houses. It looks a lot like Springwood, the only real difference being that it actually exists. It also has a sign: WELCOME TO ROSEDALE. POPULATION: 8,786
A Volkswagon bus drives past the sign and stops a couple of blocks down the road from us. Jacob steps out of the passenger side and wearily waves his ride goodbye. He shuffles into town.
CLOSE ON YET ANOTHER SIGN
It reads: DRUG ADDICTS NOT WELCOME TO ROSEDALE!
