Nightmare on Elm Street
force, and rears back and starts smashing against the door like the utter homicidal lunatic that he is.
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188. EXT. ELM STREET/NANCY’S HOME. NIGHT. 188.
HIGH ANGLE at the second floor level. NANCY jerks open the
window to her MOTHER’s bedroom and jams her face to the bars. The AMBULANCE is pulling away with a tremendous WAIL of its SIREN as NANCY SCREAMS down, trying to make herself heard.
NANCY Help! Hey — Daddy — I got him trapped! Where are you!?
189. ANGLE ON the street. PARKER, assigned to guard the house, sees 189. NANCY — hair white, eyes wide — pounding on the bars and screaming like a lunatic. But her meaning is utterly lost in the noise of the ambulance next to him.
PARKER (yelling up at her)
Everything’s going to be all right! Everything’s under control!
ANGLE at the window. Close on NANCY’s face, incredulous at his response.
NANCY Get my father, you asshole!
PARKER does a little take. That almost sounded sane.
PARKER (OS) You heard what I said! Now get
back inside or I’ll tell your dad!
191. Behind her the DOOR SPLINTERS. NANCY whirls around just in time 191. to see KRUEGER bull in! NANCY’s eyes go wide — she’s trapped against the bars and has nowhere to go. The man bunches his knives into a single thick blade and rushes her, stabbing. NANCY
closes her eyes —
Then from OUT OF FRAME Marge leaps between the two.
MARGE No!
She blocks the charge perfectly — blocking the knives.
Both she and NANCY are slammed backwards against the bars behind. Drunk though she is, is hanging onto KRUEGER’S weapon hand, keeping the knives inside herself, away from her daughter!
MARGE Nancy — for god’s sake’s run!
But NANCY turns to the window instead, screaming for her father.
NANCY Daddy! Where are you!
192. EXT. ELM STREET. NIGHT. 192.
PARKER, just about to turn back to the business at GLEN’s house,
sees NANCY and SOMEONE else fall just inside the window. Something begins to dawn on the man. Just a little.
PARKER Poor woman’s got her hands full with that kid. Maybe I better tell the lieutenant.
He turns and jogs towards GLEN’s house.
193. INT. MARGE’S BEDROOM. NIGHT. 193.
ANGLE ON KRUEGER, hauling MARGE up in rage, knocking her
senseless across her bed and climbing after her with his knives raised. NANCY wheels behind him and whams him in the kidneys
with her fists, spilling him back off the bed, then running past him for the door. She makes it to safety, then turning back. She flips the monster the bird, her eyes wild with pain and fury.
NANCY Hey fuckface — can’t catch me!
The bait works — KRUEGER leaves MARGE and howls after NANCY.
194. INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY. NIGHT. 194.
As NANCY clears the hall and makes the stairs, KRUEGER lurches through the shattered doorway after her.
195. INT. LIVING ROOM. NIGHT. 195.
The girl careens down the stairs, across the room and to the front door, banging against it with terrified fury.
NANCY (screaming) Come on — he’s in here!
Daddy! Don’t let him kill me too!
Behind her the huge MAN is thumping down the stairs, KNOCKING THINGS OVER, SCRAPING his LONG STEEL FINGERNAILS along the wall with a horrible sound!
NANCY flings a heavy ash tray through the porch window and screams through the bars.
NANCY (CONTD) HEELLLPPP!!! Daddyyyyyyy!!!!
KRUEGER, bloody and spewwing threats, staggers for her — NANCY
dives behind the couch.
CLOSE ON KRUEGER’S FEET as they hit another wire.
CLOSE ON the Lifesaver jerking out — the clothespin snapping
together, completing the circuit with a CRACKLING SPARK.
WIDER ON THE EXPLOSION that rips out of the floor lamp next to
KRUEGER and knocks him sprawling across the room.
NANCY peeks out from behind the couch. The man lies in a smoking heap. NANCY runs to the windows and screams out again.
NANCY (CONTD) Hey — Daddy! Hey! I got the
bastard!
KRUEGER roars up behind her — she throws herself sideways — he crashes into the window frame, smashing glass and wood to bits.
NANCY turns SCREAMING and runs deeper into the house.
196. OMIT 196.
197. INT. CELLAR. NIGHT. 197.
She careens down the stairs, throwing on the lights, the man thundering after her.
ANGLE AT THE FAR END OF THE CELLAR. NANCY brakes at the wall. Nowhere left to hide.
THE SCRAPPING of the blades against brick turns her to see the huge killer holding his knife-laden fingers up for her.
KRUEGER Ready for these?
198. ON NANCY — she ducks behind the furnace — comes out the other 198.
side with the big jug of gasoline and lets KRUEGER have it straight over the head. The heavy container shatters, showering its contents over every square inch of the man.
He staggers backwards with a ROAR of fury, NANCY screaming after him with a box of kitchen matches. Before the man can realize what she’s up to, she ignites the whole box and throws it in
KRUEGER’s face.
There’s a blinding WHOOSH — and KRUEGER goes up in a terrific BALL OF FIRE. Faster than a flash the girl runs past the howling maniac and makes for the stairs, KRUEGER after her in full pyrrhic rage.
199. INT. NANCY’S KITCHEN. NIGHT. 199.
NANCY holds the heavy door until the precisely right moment. Just as the burning, blind monster tops the stairs, NANCY brings the heavy oak door round with all her might and catches him in a great RINGING CONCUSSION. It sends him windmilling backwards and down the stairs in an ass-over-teakettle sprawl of sparks and
flames.
NANCY slams the door and throws the deadbolt home.
No sooner does she accomplish this than the man is SLAMMING again and again against the door from the cellar. The terrible SCREAMS and CURSES PEAK,
THEN GROW WEAKER AND MORE GARBLED. Then there’s just silence.
NANCY staggers, half blind, from the kitchen.
As the room begins seething SMOKE from every pore, we
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200. INT. GLEN’S UPSTAIRS HALLWAY. NIGHT. 200.
The CORONER steps out of the bathroom peeling bloody rubber gloves. Pale and sweating.
CORONER Found you something, Donald. Should remind you of something…
The man shoves out his hand to LT THOMPSON. THOMPSON stares at it without touching it. A long, thin steel blade, razor sharp, attached to some sort of ring and armature — broken off…
The CORONER gives a sweaty, grim smile.
CORONER (CONTD)
Only place I ever heard of such a thing before was ten years ago. Remember that fucker Fred Krueger?
LT THOMPSON has just knocked PARKER sprawling in his race to the stairs.
PARKER Hey — your daughter’s acting kinda — ! (THOMPSON’S gone) Strange…
201. EXT. NANCY’S HOME. NIGHT. 201.
CRASH as NANCY breaks another window and presses against the bars. The house shudders and glows orange behind her. She sees her father bursting out the front door of Glen’s house!
NANCY
DAD! GET US OUTTA HERE!
LT THOMPSON Oh, Jesus — Nancy! (to his men) Hey! We got a fire!
202. ANGLE ON NANCY’S FRONT DOOR. Many MEN batter the door down as 202. black smoke pours from the windows and NANCY’s SCREAMS and SHOUTS fill the air. Within moments they’ve destroyed the door and LT THOMPSON has pulled his daughter into the safety of his arms. But NANCY immediately fights free and darts right back to the front door — beckoning him to follow — gesturing like a wild
