Nightmare on Elm Street 6: Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare
INT. DC-10 AIRLINER - NIGHT
JACOB JOHNSON is sleeping. It doesn't look like a pleasant
experience. He is sixteen, dirty blonde, his eyes visibly
moving under closed lids as he sits huddle under a blanket in
his window seat. The lights are dim -- the shade on the
window closed -- a bead of sweat dribbles down his forehead.
The HUMMING of the jet's engines vibrates through the cabin.
The boy's eyes snap open.
Jacob glances around nervously. He looks like an escaped
convict who just accidentally walked into the Policemen's
Ball. A GREYHAIRED MAN two seats away from him gives the
teenager a cursory glance, then goes back to his book. Jacob
lays his head back and tries to relax. The engines continue
Until a new noise starts. A WHOOSHING NOISE.
The sound is very faint. But distinct from everything else.
The noise gets LOUDER. Jacob's sure he's hearing it now. He
looks at the Greyhaired Man. The man catches his eye and the
two of them stare at each other for a heartbeat - then Jacob
turns away. The Man returns to his book. And Jacob
immediately turns back to him.
Do you hear that?
The man gives him an annoyed look as the WHOOSHING gets
I don't hear anything.
The man turns back to the book as the sound gets even LOUDER -
- like it's coming closer. Jacob squirms in his seat --
sneaks a look at the man again. How can he not hear that? A
STEWARDESS walks by and Jacob catches her attention.
The WHOOSHING is completely obvious now. The greyhaired man
tries to ignore the two people talking over him.
What is that sound?
That's just the engines, sir.
No, it's different. It's not the
engines. It's getting louder.
The man sighs -- the stewardess smiles patronizingly.
We're just gaining altitude to get above
some rough weather. That's the sound of
the engines speeding up a bit.
The stewardess walks away as Jacob sits back and starts to
bite his nails. The whooshing is really starting to BLARE
now. He looks between the seats in front of him -- twists
around to look behind. He snaps back to the greyhaired man.
Can't you hear that?
Look, kid. Will you relax? It's just
the damn engines, okay?
The man glares at him, and Jacob backs off. The sound has
grown DEAFENING. Jacob grinds his seat like he's going mad.
He looks at the closed window. He reaches out his hand,
grabs the handle then rips up the shade for all to see:
A 747 coming RIGHT AT US.
Jacob SCREAMS. The planes CRASH.
Impact - decompression - explosion. The hull of the cabin
buckles violently - moaning like a dying elephant - peeling
inward revealing RED AND GREEN STRIPING on the outside.
A huge wing section RIPS through the structure - barely
missing Jacob - taking the greyhaired man's head clean off -
nailing the stewardess in the gut and shoving her body across
and out the other side of the cabin.
And Jacob's seat drops down - sending him and us into:
EXT. SKY - NIGHT
Like an intricate ballet, Jacob, his body strapped to his
chair, tumbles away from the DC-10 and 747 as they seem to
merge and bend into some kind of mutant DC-47 - wings and
tails wrapping around each other as debris blooms out like a
flower and together they EXPLODE - a fiery ball lighting the
nighttime clouds and Jacob's shrieking face.
And Jacob falls and falls and falls, his hair sticking
straight up from the blasting wind.
That's when CORPSES start falling past him. The captain of
the plane - the stewardess, her body bent in half - the
greyhaired man, his head gone but his book still in his hand.
More men, women, crew people - and CHILDREN.
But these children aren't dead bodies. Two LITTLE GIRLS and
one LITTLE BOY, all dressed in white, plummet down next to
Jacob, head first, like high divers. And they're singing:
One two, Freddy's coming for you...
The children turn around in the sky so that they are
travelling feet first. The Little Boy's pants puff up and
the Girls' skirts poof out and RIP UPWARD - the wind taking
away their clothes and their skin and their bodies and their
THE CHILDREN (cont'd)
Three four, better lock your door...
Leaving three tiny SKELETONS - taunting and laughing as Jacob
screams and covers his eyes.
THE CHILDREN (cont'd)
Five six, grab your crucifix...
And the Skeletons sprout wings - leathery and veiny - the
wind catching them and sending them up and away as their
voices echo in the sky.
THE CHILDREN (cont'd)
Seven eight, gonna stay up late...
Jacob takes his hands away from his face and starts to
frantically pull on his seat belt. SNAP - it flies off his
back and miraculously turns into a PARACHUTE. Rope swirls
into the air - the wind grabs the canvas - and Jacob's body
slows with a violent jerk.
But at least he's not falling anymore. Jacob catches his
breath as he starts gently floating through the sky. He
smiles. This isn't so bad. This is actually kind of fun.
Not for long, though, because his new upward momentum carries
him back up to:
The winged children's Skeletons. Jacob's eyes bug out as he
rises into them and they start to circle. They move closer
and we can see something in their hands:
Jacob twists his body, trying to steer his parachute away
from the demons. One of the Skeletons swoops up to his face
and pokes its scissors inches away from Jacob's eyes. It
Nine ten, never sleep again!
The Skeleton cranks its arm back - ready to plunge the
scissor's blades into Jacob's sockets. The arms swings
toward him - then suddenly diverts up past his head, heading
THE CHUTE'S STRINGS
The Skeleton flaps its wings and poises its scissors at one
of the ropes. The other two Skeletons join it over Jacob's
head. The three of them look down at Jacob, their boney jaws
in a perpetual smile.
The Skeletons nod "yes". SNIP - SNIP - SNIP - they cut away
at Jacob's parachute as he swings underneath them, trying to
pull away - SNIP - SNIP.
The parachute flutters away - the Skeletons cackle - and
We stay with him as he screams and shrieks and yells and the
clouds part and the ground rises quickly up to meet him. The
ground becomes a town, the town becomes a block, the block
becomes a house, the house becomes a roof, and...
INT. JACOB'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
KA-BLAM! The ceiling explodes as Jacob's body plows through,
slams down, shatters the bed, and we immediately:
INT. JACOB'S BEDROOM - MORNING
Jacob's eyes blast open as he sits up from bed in a cold
sweat. A dream. The worst fucking dream from hell anyone
would ever want to have -- but still just a dream. He takes
a few deep breaths as a soft KNOCK is heard at the door.
ALICE JOHNSON opens the door and sticks her head in. She's
thirty-two, blonde, with a caring smile.
You okay, honey?
Yeah, Mom. I'm fine.
Alright. Better get cooking or you'll be
late for school.
On my way.
Alice closes the door as Jacob gets out of bed and stretches.
Sunlight is leaking through the bedroom window shade and
Jacob walks over to it. He reaches out and pulls up the
And there's nothing buy sky. Jacob frowns and pokes his head
out the window.
JACOB'S POV - THE GROUND
is once again racing up towards us at seven-thousand miles an
hour. The entire house is falling.
BACK IN THE BEDROOM
Jacob leaps away from the window. The WINGED SKELETONS
reappear outside -- dancing in the air -- cackling with glee.
The bedroom starts to SHAKE violently as Jacob stumbles into
the center. The roof starts caving in and the walls begins
ANGLE STRAIGHT DOWN ON JACOB.
Jacob grabs his head, looks up at us, and SCREAMS. We
suddenly stay where we are as the house drops down and we
punch out through the roof and our shot becomes an:
ANGLE STRAIGHT DOWN ON THE HOUSE
as it falls away towards the ground. We watch as it becomes
a small dot - and finally impacts on the surface. A mushroom
cloud of smoke silently puffs out in the distance below
EXT. TOWN - NIGHT - AT THE CRATER
Smoke and dust whirl around a huge hole in the earth.
Splintered shreds of lumber stick up in the air like giant
toothpicks. Some of the toothpicks start to move.
Jacob rises out of the destruction, charred, scraped,
battered and, unfortunately, alive. He climbs up to the edge
of the crater. He looks back a the remnants of his home.
Then something starts to happen.
Something his growing from the crater - spreading out. It's
not a cloud, it's not smoke - it's a DARKNESS. Even though
it's night, this darkness is darker. It creeps out from the
hole - fingers of blackness reaching out. What it covers
doesn't disappear. It becomes GLOOMY. The shroud is getting
And it's getting faster. Jacob runs.
WITH JACOB - RUNNING
He bolts down the streets of the small town in a blind panic.
He looks behind him and sees the darkness getting bigger, its
gloominess covering houses. Then whole blocks.
Everything it touches seems to fall deeper into SHADOW.
AT THE STREET CORNER
Jacob comes across a WOMAN walking her dog. He stops and
yells at her.
Get the hell out of here! It'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.
Don't you see it?
And it's obvious now: she doesn't see anything. The Woman is
totally oblivious to the danger. Jacob shakes his head --
The woman watches him go as the darkness PASSES OVER HER.
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.
Kids...watcha gonna do?
She hobbles away with her dog - which now has six legs and
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.
Jacob! You're too old to run away from
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
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.
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
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
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
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 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.
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
Inside the stomach: a black swirling mass. Flashes of
houses, people, homes, couples, all trapped in horrible
anguish. Freddy drops down his sweater.
Springwood is mine, boy!
I dreamed you away before I was born!
Mom said you couldn't come back!
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.
The boy rolls painful on the hard road. He sits up and
Leave her alone!
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.
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:
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
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.
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!
Jacob grabs his ears in pain as we suddenly:
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
This is where Springwood used to be. A look of anguish
crosses Jacob's face as he stares at the desolation.
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
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!
The sign pulls away to reveal a middle-aged man with an angry
expression: MR. HOPKINS
Clean up your act somewhere else!
He walks along as we PULL BACK TO SEE
EXT. ROSEDALE FOSTER HOME - DAY
It's a nice-looking two-story house in the middle of a
usually quiet neighborhood. Today the home is surrounded by
about a dozen townsfolk carrying picket signs: NO HALFWAY
HOUSES IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD!, DON'T LOWER OUR PROPERTY
VALUES!, and GO BACK TO JUVENILE HALL! The crowd mumbles
amongst itself, occasionally bursting out with a chant in
We catch him walking down the sidewalk. He tramps along with
his hands stuffed in his pockets and his eyes on the
pavement. He looks like he hasn't slept in days. The sound
of the crowd ahead of him finally grabs his attention.
Jacob approaches the disturbance and comes across a young
girl standing behind a bush holding a BAG OF GROCERIES. She
is KAREN MILLER, dark hair, sixteen, very pretty, but with a
faraway look in her eyes.
Jacob stands next to her and stares at the crowd like a
zombie. She doesn't turn to look at him as he speaks:
What's going on?
Free speech. The right of assembly.
What is this place?
It's a home. A foster home. For
teenagers. It's where you go when things
get bad. It's the place to figure out
what to do next. It's a home for kids
that no one else wants.
It's MY home.
Karen hasn't looked at Jacob once. She suddenly seems to
steel herself and walks away from the bush, towards the
house. Jacob is befuddled.
He stands there and watches.
IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE
Karen quickly makes her way into the crowd of people, head
up, eyes staring forward. The crowd parts ever so slightly
as the irked townsfolk start to heat up. They have an actual
human to vent their anger on now. Mr. Hopkins lays in on her
as she passes him.
Why can't you find somewhere else to
Karen turns to him, still walking, flustered and hurt.
What have we ever done to you?
Karen turns quickly away from him and trips over a sprinkler
head. Her groceries tumble onto the grass. A hand reaches
down to help her. It's Jacob's.
He quietly helps her re-bag her groceries as Mr. Hopkins
looms above them. Both angry and embarrassed now.
MR. HOPKINS (cont'd)
Look, we've been here for years. This is
a quiet street. We'd just like to keep
it that way.
Jacob can't take this guy anymore. He stands up and faces
the older man with a scowl.
Lighten up, mister.
And what gutter did you crawl out from,
We don't want your kind here.
My kind? What kind is that?
Drug addicts. Dope pushers. We have
stand up and take charge.
Swell. I've just got a couple of
questions for you...Do you love your
Of course I do...
Are they alive?
My mother is.
What's it like?
Jacob stares at Hopkins. He doesn't answer. He just huffs
and puffs as Karen grabs Jacob and pulls him up to the front
porch of the home, then into the floor.
INT. FOSTER HOME - FRONT HALLWAY - DAY
Karen slams the door and takes a deep breath.
I can think of a stronger word. Are you
Yeah. Thanks. I'm Karen.
Jacob suddenly gets a little light-headed and has to use a
wall to hold himself up. Karen looks concerned.
Are YOU okay?
Yeah. I just haven't had much to eat
Then come help me unpack.
She smiles and leads him further into the house.
INT. FOSTER HOME - KITCHEN - DAY
Jacob is feverishly eating a sandwich at the table while
Karen finishes putting the rest of the food away.
I guess the sandwich is alright, huh?
It's incredible. Best I've ever had.
You're not from around here, are you?
No. I've been on the road for a couple
Do you need a place to stay?
FOOTSTEPS are heard from below and a couple in their mid-
thirties enter from the basement door. They're DAVID and
MARY ROSS, both greasy and frustrated.
So, we have to get it fixed.
We don't have the money to get it fixed.
They both start washing up at the sink, not really noticing
the teenagers in the room. Karen speaks up.
Our plumbing has a bad case of hardening
of the arteries. Who's your friend?
David gives Jacob a wary glance as the boy stands shakily.
This is Jacob.
David Ross. My wife, Mary.
They run this house. They're helping me
and three other ids get a footing in
reality before they kick us out of the
nest to make room for the next batch.
David is looking out the window at the now dissipating crowd.
He lets out a weary sigh.
If there is a next batch. I see the
welcome wagon is back. Was there any
A little. Jacob came to my rescue.
Where you from, Jacob?
Springwood? Where's that?
Upstate about a hundred miles.
I know this state like the back of my
hand. I've never heard of Springwood.
There is an uncomfortable pause. Then Karen suddenly breaks
Jacob's a little down on his luck. I
told him he could stay here a few days.
Jacob gives here a surprised look.
Are your parents in Springwood?
My father died before I was born. My
mother, she's dead, too.
You have a legal guardian?
Been in any state or federal program?
Just for a little while. So he can get
Got any ID?
Jacob reaches for his back pocket - it's empty. He shakes
his head "no".
I think we can help him out, honey. The
budget's tight, but we can't turn down
someone in need.
David doesn't acknowledge his wife, he just stares at Jacob
sternly. Karen bites her nails. Then David sits down and
starts to lecture.
Okay. You got three, maybe four days to
rest up while we try and find a more
permanent arrangement for you. But his
isn't going to be a free ride. We're
part of a community summer work project
and eighty percent of the money you make
goes to the house. Everybody works - and
that includes you. Are you on drugs?
Good. If I catch anything stronger then
an aspirin on you, you're outta here. No
arguments. You got that straight?
Okay. Dinner in two hours. Why don't
you go meet the rest of the gang.
I'll go fix up the spare bed in Wesley's
David gets up. He gives Jacob a final once-over.
And take a shower, for chrissakes.
David leaves the room. Karen gives Jacob a huge grin.
INT. FOSTER HOME - THE TV ROOM - DAY
Karen leads Jacob into the room. There are two teenagers on
the couch: WESLEY is a fifteen-year old, curly hair, kind of
small. GINA is also fifteen, brunette hair, seems pretty
Hey, guys, I got someone for you to meet.
This is Jacob. Jacob, this is Wesley and
Welcome to fun central.
He's going to be staying with us for a
Oh yeah? How'd you get through the
Another kid, SCOTT, pops into the room. He's sixteen, dark
hair, with a tough-guy I could give a shit attitude. He
doesn't seem to care about anybody in the room, except for
Hey, beautiful. How's it going?
Scott notices Jacob and frowns. Karen is a little annoyed.
Who's Barney Rubble?
This is Jacob Johnson. He's a new
resident. At least temporarily.
He better not be rooming with me. I
value my privacy.
No, I believe that honor goes to Wesley.
Good. I could use the company.
So what's your story? Divorce? Custody
battle? Your parents just plain
Mellow out, Scott. Give him a chance to
Scott reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a pack of
cigarettes. As he lights one up, Wesley's cheerful attitude
suddenly turns grim. He gets up from the couch and quickly
leaves the room. Karen gives Scott an angry look.
Is he alright?
He'll be fine. He just has a problem
His parents used to use them as a sick
kind of discipline. That's why he's
If you know that, then why do you smoke
in front of him?
It's not my problem.
This really pisses Jacob off. These two are not going to get
along very well.
Just what is YOUR problem, then?
I took care of my problem. That's why
Scott lets out an aloof puff of smoke and leaves. Jacob
gives Karen a confused glance.
His dad used to beat him. One day he
couldn't take it any more.
He killed him with his father's gun.
Jacob sits down on the couch and lets that sink in. Gina
scootches away from him on the couch, then gives him a glum
Everyone here has a fun tale to tell.
Isn't that right, Karen?
Karen is staring out the window. She has that spaced-out
expression we saw before when she was hiding behind the bush.
No one has anything left to say. Gina turns the sound on the
TV back up as the three sad kids start to watch cartoons.
INT. FOSTER HOME - THE TV ROOM - NIGHT
Jacob is alone in the dark watching some kind of NICK AT
NIGHT b&w sit-com re-run. A cheerful family lovingly banters
away on the flickering tube. Jacob just stares blankly.
Karen sleepily shows up at the doorway in a long tee-shirt
with a glass of milk.
Why don't you go to bed?
I can't sleep.
You need to talk?
No. I'm fine. Thanks.
Karen gives him a worried look and heads off to bed. Jacob
continues watching TV with a creepy glean in his tired eyes.
INT. OLD WAREHOUSE - DAY
The kids are here cleaning up the building. The guys throw
rotted lumber into trash bins while the girls sweep up. We
catch Jacob and Scott tossing some debris into a wheelbarrow.
Jacob looks pretty ragged.
Come on. Let's hop to it. Gotta make
way for those new indoor tennis courts.
The fate of the world lies in the
balance. Okay, this load's full.
Jacob grabs the handles of the wheelbarrow and shakily picks
it up. Scott sneers.
You got that?
Yeah, no problem.
I don't know. Maybe you should think
about switching to de-caf or something.
Jacob ignores him and pushes the wheelbarrow along. Scott
takes some time off to smoke a cigarette. He spots Karen
across the room bending over with a dustbin. Scott lingers
on this view for a long time.
AT A DUMPSTER
Jacob pulls up with the wheelbarrow and starts to unload the
junk. Gina is next to the dumpster sweeping. She tries to
push a large crate aside by herself, but slips and falls.
Jacob jumps over to her, reaches out, and grabs her arm to
help her up.
No! Yes! Let go of me!
She shakes off his grip and he jumps back. She runs away
with a wild look in her eyes as Karen steps up to a confused
She doesn't like to be touched.
Don't take it personally. It's not her
What happened to her?
Her mother was a hooker. She forced Gina
to carry on the tradition. When she was
Jacob looks off at Gina with genuine concern. Karen gives
him the same expression.
You look terrible.
I'm sorry...I just wish you'd tell me
what happened to you, that's all.
I can't talk about it right now. I'll
tell you later. I promise.
Okay. Why don't you sit and rest for a
bit. The supervisor's not around. You
look like you could use it.
I think I will.
He gives her a gentle squeeze on the forearm, and Karen likes
it. Jacob spots a pile of wood next to a wall and heads off
He's watched the entire interchange between Jacob and Karen,
and he DOESN'T like it.
as he goes around the stack of lumber and sits down facing
the brick wall. He lets out a heavy sigh and stares at the
inside of the building.
JACOB'S POV - THE BRICK WALL
sits there quietly for a few beats until:
Bricks fly out at us as a gaping hole blows into the wall
revealing nothing but BLACKNESS and our shot MOVES through:
DREAM FLASHES - NIGHTMARE SPRINGWOOD
Horrifying apparitions and images ZOOM by us. Gloomy
buildings under a pitch black sky. MUTANTS and twisted
MONSTERS. Shadowy streets and dark alleyways. And FIVE
RAZOR-BLADE FINGERS suddenly ripping right through the sky
and down upon us as a VOICE rings out.
INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY - ON JACOB
Jacob's eyes are closed as a SUPERVISOR looms above him.
No slacking off. Back to work.
The boy's eyes snap open and he jumps to his feet like a
babbling crazy man.
What! Jesus fucking...Oh, shit!
Whoa! Get a grip, boy.
The supervisor backs off from Jacob as he slowly gets used to
Huh? What's going on?
Nothing. That's the problem. Now that
you've gotten your beauty rest, let's see
if you can change it, okay?
Jacob calms down and nods. He walks away, snatching a
nervous glance at the perfectly normal brick wall.
EXT. FOSTER HOME - NIGHT
We watch as various lit windows go dark and the residents of
the house go to bed.
INT. WESLEY & JACOB'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Wesley is getting in bed. Jacob is sitting in a chair
staring out the window. Wes switches off the lights and
turns to Jacob.
Aren't you going to bed?
I'm not tired.
Bullshit. If you looked any more tired,
you'd be dead.
Jacob cracks a weary smile in the darkness.
You gotta sleep, man.
Why? Who says? You know, people don't
even really know why we sleep. They
haven't found any physical reason for it.
But they do know that you go nuts if you
Sharks don't sleep. They can't pump
water through their gills on their own.
They have to always keep moving. If they
stop, they can't breath. If they go to
sleep, they die.
You're not a shark.
I know. I'm just a kid. Don't worry
about me, Wes. Go to sleep.
Wesley shakes his head and gets under the covers. Jacob
continues to stare out the window, desperately trying to keep
his eyes open.
JACOB'S POV - THROUGH WINDOW
the trees sway quietly in the breeze outside. There is a
pause. Then we are suddenly PULLED THROUGH THE WINDOW,
SMASHING glass, careening back into:
DREAM FLASH - NIGHTMARE SPRINGWOOD
We SAIL through the gloomy air, over the creepy buildings.
And suddenly DIP DOWN, right for the street, and end up
CRUISING three inches off the asphalt, really ripping down
the road until we grind to a SUDDEN HALT. Right in front of:
FREDDY'S FEET. Our shot TILTS UP. Freddy looms above us and
You can't stay awake forever, boy!
He LAUGHS, his mouth gaping wide, and then splitting open
impossibly wider. Something starts pouring out of his mouth,
right at us.
Hundreds of GIANT BUGS spew down upon us, covering us
completely as everything goes to BLACK and we:
INT. WESLEY & JACOB'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
his eyes are open, his mouth is hanging in a SILENT SCREAM.
It looks like his head is about to explode. He lifts his
hand up to his face. He's holding an eight-inch long MONSTER
Jacob SCREAMS out loud this time, tosses the mutant insect
away. It lands on a windowsill and escapes out the opening.
Jacob jumps to his feet, sending his chair tumbling backwards
with a CRASH. He shakes and moans, a little drool dripping
down his chin.
Wesley sits up with a start and stares at Jacob.
I told you you'd go nuts!
Jacob catches his breath, gives Wes a dead serious look.
Get everybody else. I have to tell them
In the middle of the night?
I MEAN it!
Wesley is shocked by Jacob's manic state and jumps out of
INT. FOSTER HOME - TV ROOM - NIGHT
Five kids are gathered around the room in various stages of
sleepy grumpiness and annoyed disbelief. Jacob paces back
I don't get it. Is this guy alive or
He's neither. He haunts your dreams and
if he kills you, you die for real.
Wesley, the most gullible of the group, looks pretty scared.
I haven't dreamed of him. I have
nightmares like you wouldn't believe, but
never of this guy.
That's because this all rates an eleven
on the bullshit meter! I don't know why
we have to listen to this crap. You're
scaring the hell out of Wes here.
Keep your voice down.
It doesn't matter. The Ross's sleep like
rocks, which is what we all should be
I know this sounds crazy, but I swear
it's true. I went to bed one night and
woke up in the middle of the road.
Freddy Krueger killed my mother, blasted
my whole town into his nightmare, and,
worst of all, I think he wants to use me
to kill more kids and bring more towns
into his world.
I'm not sure. I think I'm some kind of
carrier. He's somehow inside me and as
soon as I fall deep enough into sleep
he'll be let loose. You guys were great
to take me in. I just don't want to
thank you by getting you all killed.
Scott gets up and goes to a desk. He pulls out a map and
shows it to Jacob.
Okay. Show me Springwood.
Jacob looks at the map and points.
There's nothing there.
That's what I've been trying to tell you.
There's NEVER been a town there.
That's how YOU see it. I was part of the
nightmare, so I'm the only one who
notices the difference.
Scott stares at Jacob. He actually grows sympathetic.
Look, Jacob. You don't have to convince
us that nightmares are real. Everybody
in this room has been through one. And
some of us are still living it. But the
thing is, we know it's just in our heads
now. It can be just as bad as the real
thing was, but it's still only a memory.
It can't hurt us physically, unless we do
the hurting ourselves.
And we don't want to see you get hurt.
We know it gets crazy. And we'll help
out the best we can.
But this is just too hard to believe.
Jacob plops down on the couch, defeated. He hangs his head
while the kids start to get up. Wesley gives him a pat on
the back as he, Scott, and Gina leave. But Karen is still
She sits next to a window with a faraway look in her eyes.
Jacob looks up at her.
You don't believe me, either, do you?
I don't know.
Why are you still here?
I'm not sure. I guess, I guess I see a
lot of me in you.
Feels good to see someone more fucked up
than yourself, huh?
Karen smiles and sits down next to him.
Yeah. That must be it.
But you haven't told me why you're here
at this place.
I can't talk about it right now. Maybe
later. Do you want me to stay with you?
Yeah, that'd be great. Don't let me
I'll do my best.
She reaches for the remote control and flicks on the TV,
moving a little closer to Jacob when she sits back into the
couch. The two of them watch the screen with glassy eyes.
Thank God for cable TV.
Yeah. Thank God.
They continue to watch in silence as Karen takes hold of
INT. FOSTER HOME - THE TV ROOM - MORNING
We are ON KAREN as she sleeps curled up on the couch. Jacob
is in the background putting on his shoes. He has a brown
paper bag with him.
Jacob gets up, grabs his bag, and steps over to Karen. He
gently pulls a lock of hair away from her face. Then he
heads for the front door.
EXT. FOSTER HOME - FRONT PORCH - DAY
Jacob walks out the door and closes it behind him. He
crosses to the porch steps and stops. He has to hold onto a
porch column just to keep standing.
Karen appears behind him. Jacob jumps a bit.
Where are you going?
He can't hurt you if I'm gone. Maybe
I'll go to the desert or something. I'll
lie down in the middle of nowhere and
finally get some sleep. Krueger can feed
of the dreams of snakes and vultures.
Fine. You're just going to take off
Karen has an angry expression on his face. Jacob gives her a
Don't do this to me. I'm just trying to
protect you and the others.
Right. You blow into town and then blow
right out. Terrific.
I don't understand why you're so mad at
You just don't get it, do you?
Karen, though still very angry, looks like she's about to
cry. Jacob, confused, sits down on the porch steps.
Maybe I'm crazy.
Running away doesn't help.
He sighs and smiles a bit.
And you're going to convince me, huh?
This time Karen smiles. Jacob looks at her and sighs. Then
I'm going to make some coffee. You
promise not to move?
Karen jumps and heads back into the house. Jacob stares at
the grass in front of him, his eyes heavy.
JACOB'S POV - THE LAWN
A bush sits there doing nothing. Until it suddenly comes TO
LIFE. Its leaves start to shrivel, the lawn turns brown, the
sky turns dark. Everything changes and turns into
DREAM FLASH - NIGHTMARE SPRINGWOOD
We're in a different front yard in a different town, in a
The mutant bush starts to change, sprout legs, grow arms,
Her body takes shape as she reaches out a pleading arm to us.
Jacob! Help me!
She's fully formed now. And Freddy bursts out from the
ground behind her. He grabs Alice, reaches his knife arm
Her words are cut off as Krueger jams his blades in her gut
and we re-live her death once more. But it's even worse this
Blood POURS from Alice like a burst fire hydrant, spraying
and showering the entire nightmare lawn like a human
sprinkler. Freddy LAUGHS.
Say it, don't spray it, huh, Jacob? Come
and join the fun!
Jacob's voice rips through the scene as everything starts to
EXT. FOSTER HOME - FRONT LAWN - DAY
Jacob is lying in the grass, violently shaking. Karen drops
down next to him.
His body jerks around as if caught in the throes of an
epileptic seizure. He SHRIEKS, ignoring Karen completely,
and continues to shriek and scream and yell and shake. Like
he's never going to stop.
EXT. MR. HOPKINS' FRONT DOOR - DAY
We're directly across the street from the Foster Home as
Jacob's cries echo through the neighborhood. Mr. Hopkins
opens the front door. He sees what's going on, scowls, and
yells into his house.
I told you! It's an overdose! Jesus
Christ, I saw this coming. Call 9-1-1!
He watches the commotion growing across the street, and never
once moves to help.
EXT. FOSTER HOME - MOMENTS LATER
Jacob is being strapped into a stretcher, babbling
incoherently. The residents of the Foster Home stand off to
the side while neighbors gawk from the street. Karen is next
to the AMBULANCE GUYS looking frantic.
No! Don't let them take me!
Jacob, it'll be alright.
AMBULANCE GUY #1
Calm down, kid. We'll take care of you.
Jacob grabs the Ambulance Guy.
You don't understand! Let me go!
The ambulance guy straps Jacob's arm down. Mr. Ross grabs
Karen and pulls her away as they start loading the crazed
teenager into the ambulance. Scott shakes his head. Wesley
looks terrified. Gina keeps her distance from any human.
Karen can't take it and runs into the house. Mr. Ross
This is just what we need.
The ambulance drives away as the gathered crowd stares at the
INT. AMBULANCE - DAY
Jacob yells and struggles as an Ambulance Guy prepares a
syringe for injection.
Don't fucking put me under! You'll set
The ambulance guy holds Jacob down and slams the needle home.
Jacob screams and his eyes start to glass over.
He'll kill them all...
Jacob's head starts to go limp. A VOICE rings out in the
van, a voice only Jacob hears:
Every town as an Elm Street!
LAUGHTER echoes as Jacob turns his head towards a window.
EXT. A STREET CORNER - DAY
The ambulance zooms by. All is quiet for a second until
CRASH! A twisted rusty sign post erupts out of the sidewalk
and settles at an ugly angle.
It's an ELM ST. sign.
INT. AMBULANCE - DAY
We PULL BACK from a wide awake Jacob, who is now suddenly
alone in the van. Outside the window there is only darkness.
Jacob twists and struggles on the stretcher as
CLANG! the ambulance doors crash open revealing BLACKNESS and
KA-BOOM! the stretcher is shot out of the van like a
INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
The stretcher with Jacob BLASTS through a wall and starts to
race across the floor of the building that Jacob had been
sweeping up the day before.
It careens along, actually taking a few turns, like it has a
mind of its own, heading for a shallow pit in the middle of
The stretcher hits the pit, drops a bit, swings up violently,
and stops in a vertical position like a rake that has been
stepped on AND A BLACK HUMAN SHAPE shoots out of Jacob's body
from intertial force, staying upright as it slides across the
floor, spins, stops, then changes into:
Freddy has his hands on his hips and a grin on his face.
Thanks for the lift, kid!
He saunters up to Jacob who is still strapped to the vertical
stretcher. Krueger waves his knives and wiggles his tongue.
What do you want from me?
I already got it! The rest I'm going to
get from your new little friends.
Leave them alone!
It's my duty to clean up the
What have you done with my town?
Aw, poor baby's homesick, isn't he?
Don't worry. We'll all be one happy
family soon. Wanna be the first recruit?
Freddy raises his blades and SWINGS. The straps around Jacob
drop away as his body falls to the floor. He scrambles to
his feet and starts to RUN.
WITH JACOB - RUNNING
as he heads for a door. Before he gets there, the door
swings open and Freddy leans casually in his way.
What's the matter? Don't want to be part
of my expansion project?
Jacob turns right around and races back across the warehouse.
AT THE DUMPSTER
Jacob races around to the other side and there's Krueger
Today, Rosedale. Tomorrow, the world!
Over my dead body!
As you wish.
Freddy cranks up his knives and looms over Jacob. And three
FLASHES OF LIGHT blast out behind the boy. Jacob rolls away
as Freddy holds up an arm to block the blinding glare. The
light fades. The DREAM POLICE have arrived.
We'll call the small one SOUND COP. He stands there
motionless as a loud and horrible GROWING noise emanates from
his clenched teeth. This guy's bark is worse than his bite.
The female in black is BLADE COP. From nowhere she produces
two nasty-looking knives, one in each hand. She spins the
blades in the air like an expert Samurai.
The large one we'll call POWER COP. He reaches out for the
dumpster, and with one hand sends it tumbling away with a
CRASH. Freddy frowns.
Uh oh. Too many parking tickets.
The Dream Police fan out around Krueger, surrounding him.
Power Cop leaps at Freddy, grabs him and TOSSES him in the
air. Freddy tumbles, rolls and bounces right back up on his
feet. Right next to BLADE.
She swings her knives. Freddy dodges. Swings hi own blades
at her. She ducks. Freddy spins again. Right towards:
SOUND COP. The short man in black opens his mouth and a
sound like a foghorn at a rock concert BLARES OUT. The force
of it hitting Freddy like a fist.
Freddy bounces back. And once again he nimbly pops up. He
glares at the Dream Police.
We have to.
It's our job.
Get a new one.
And Freddy starts to SPIN. Slowly at first, then faster and
faster, until his image starts to BLUR.
The Police circle the whirling image, holding back to see
what will happen next. Krueger stops spinning. And his
clothes are different. His red and green stripes have been
replaced by black and white ones. There is a number printed
across his chest. He's dressed like a CONVICT. Freddy
Time to blow this joint.
BOOM! A hole is suddenly blown in the high ceiling above
Krueger. The building is suddenly filled with the beams of
moving SPOTLIGHTS and the sound of blasting SIRENS.
A rope falls down through the hole. Freddy grabs it and
WHOOSH! he's yanked up.
You'll never get me, coppers!
and away he's gone. After a few seconds the spotlights fade
away and the sirens die. The Dream Police look up seemingly
unsure of their next action. Then Power Cop kicks a pile of
lumber, sending wood flying dozens of yards away.
Sound Cop shakes his head. Blade looks frustrated. Jacob
steps up behind them.
Alright...just who the hell are you guys?
The black-clad trio turn around in unison and look at Jacob.
There is a pause. Then:
We're the Dream Police.
Jacob almost laughs.
The Dream Police. Didn't you hear her,
Power Cop turns to Sound Cop and flips up his visor revealing
his face. He's a sixteen-year old black boy. Heavyset
features, sweat dripping down his cheeks. He's KINCAID from
NIGHTMARE 3. And he's pissed.
POWER COP (cont'd)
We try and save this guy's ass and then
he goes off and cops an attitude.
Sound Cop flips up his helmet. He's JOEY, the former mute
I think you're the wrong guy to talk
Guys, guys. This is getting us nowhere.
She takes her helmet completely off, long dark hair tumbling
over her shoulders. It's TARYN, the ex-junkie. These three,
they're the Dream Warriors. Or at least they used to be.
Hello? May I butt in here and ask some
more stupid questions?
The three of them stop bickering and turn to Jacob. Blade
walks up to Jacob. Her two partners assume position behind
We don't know much more than you do.
What we do know is that we've been
We don't know.
I think that's obvious.
The shit's about to hit the fan.
Krueger's discovered new powers.
He's ripped a hole between dreams and
Our own powers have been amplified.
We only hope it will be enough.
But we're going to need your help.
Me? What can I do? Just who are you
Blade puts her helmet back on. Her face turns grim.
We were like you. We fought Freddy
Krueger many years ago. Our souls were
released from his grip. No we're back to
All three of them drop their visors down at the same time.
I still don't understand what...
Jacob's voice starts to GARBLE. He keeps trying to talk but
the words come out twisted and clipped. He raises a hand to
his throat. The hand is transparent. Jacob looks at his
body as it slowly starts to disappear and now he's completely
Freddy Krueger can't hurt us anymore.
Because we're already dead.
Jacob vanishes completely.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT
Jacob opens his eyes. He's in bed, dressed in a white smock.
A DOCTOR stands next to him with a clipboard in hand.
What's going on?
Just relax, everything's fine.
That's what you say...
You're lucky you're here instead of
juvenile hall. You put up quite a fight.
But you're clean. No traces of drugs or
alcohol in your blood.
I could've told you that.
Jacob starts getting out of bed.
Hold on there.
You said I was fine. I have to get back.
My friends are in trouble.
I said you weren't on drugs, but I never
said you were fine. You're suffering
from extreme fatigue and stress that
manifested itself into one hell of an
anxiety attack. At least that's what we
hope it is. You had a major seizure,
You don't understand. This whole town is
We're keeping you here for observation.
You're not going anywhere tonight.
You can't do that. You don't have the
Yes we do. Your temporary guardian, Mr.
Ross, signed all the papers. If you're
okay in the morning we might let you go
home. Until then, you're bed bound.
We took off the restraints. Do you want
us to put them back on?
Jacob drops back in bed. The doctor goes to the door and
turns out the lights.
He closes the door behind him...
and we hear it LOCK
A CRAZED LUNATIC
suddenly SCREAMING into the lens with desperation. Dark
circles under bloodshot eyes, hair matted with sweat. A guy
not having a good day. WE PULL BACK TO REVEAL:
The man is tightly bound in a regulation straight-jacket in a
tiny, claustrophobic holding cell. We can now tell that the
image is in BLACK AND WHITE. We continue PULLING BACK
INT. FOSTER HOME - TV ROOM - NIGHT
Gina sits on the couch with a stark white blanket on her lap,
watching a b&w 1940's potboiler with something less than
enthusiasm. Wesley appears in the doorway, checking out the
source of the screaming. He looks at Gina, who tosses the
blanket aside and rises, frowning. The lunatic on television
continues his blood-curdling SHRIEKS.
Nice movie, huh? And I came in here to
She smiles at Wes as she exits.
It's all yours.
Wesley murmurs a goodnight, then looks back at the screen:
ON THE TV
Some orderlies enter the lunatic's cell and attempt to sedate
him as he thrashes violently, SCREAMING bloody murder. It is
gritty and awful but somehow riveting.
moves to the couch, clearly mesmerized by the scene. He
curls up, absently pulling the white blanket around him as he
ON THE TV
The orderlies in the movie manage to get the needle into
their patient, who MOANS and SOBS pathetically.
ORDERLY ON TV
Relax, will ya, buddy? Everything's gonna
be just swell.
The second orderly leans on a wall and pulls out a pack of
cigarettes from the pocket of his scrubs. (He bears a
suspicious resemblance to ROBERT ENGLUND.)
vaguely tenses at this and absently pulls the blanket more
tightly around him to compensate, like a cocoon.
ON THE TV
The second orderly smiles.
Yeah, mac. You've just had a hard day,
The orderly produces a pack of matches. He goes to the
lunatic on the cot, and LIGHTS the match off the guy's
forehead. As the match FLARES, the lunatic SCREAMS.
CLOSE ON WESLEY
he shuts his eyes tensely as the SOUND is magnified, becoming
a sudden ROAR that fills the room.
Wesley blinks his eyes open, looks around from his blanket
cocoon. Whatever that last sound was, it did NOT come from
Beads of sweat line his upper lip as he nervously glances
about the room. It remains quiet, serene. Deciding it was
his imagination reacting to the scene on TV, Wesley nestles
back on the couch, laying down now as the CAMERA MOVES TO
The carpet at the edge of the room is bunched up as though
the walls of the room itself have budged a few inches inward.
BACK ON THE TV the second orderly lights his cigarette as he
hands the pack to the first. They both look down at the
madman as they savor their cigarettes.
ORDERLY ON TV
You heard the man, Wesley. Just relax.
Have a smoke with us.
Wesley's brow furrows, reacting to the coincidence. Then he
stiffens as the two orderlies in the movie begin to hold the
lit cigarettes over the lunatic's face
Yeah, Wesley. Have a smoke.
OUR Wesley has seen about enough of this movie. He starts to
but finds that he can't move. The white blanket around him
restraining him tightly like the straight-jacket on TV. He
squirms and struggles.
He struggles harder now, but to no avail. He's wrapped
tight, like a cigarette.
ON THE TV the two orderlies torment the straight-jacketed
lunatic, poking his face with their lit cigarettes. As the
lunatic SCREAMS, the screams become magnified, again becoming
that loud, deafening ROAR we heard before. Wesley squirms in
his blanket/ straight-jacket, he jerks his head around,
SEEING with each of the man's SCREAMS, the walls of the room
SHUDDER INWARD and
Wesley's EYES WIDEN with horror as he realizes not only is he
TRAPPED like a sardine in his stark white blanket, but the
walls of the room are starting to CLOSE IN on him. He SPINS
back to the TV set, where:
The first orderly is now looking AT US. Wesley REACTS as he
notices something familiar about the man's face.
The second orderly BOLTS into view. He has become Freddy
Yeah, Wesley. Everything's gonna be
great! Just have a smoke on us!
As they hold their smokes out TOWARD US, their arms PROTRUDE
FROM THE TV SET with their lit cigarettes.
Wesley SCREAMS and jerks his head away from TV and he HITS
the floor with an ugly THUMP. The wind knocked out of him.
He rolls. The couch is GONE.
As he squirms and struggles to escape his white cocoon, the
frightened boy looks around and sees that everything in the
room - furniture, carpet, TV, even the door - are all gone,
leaving just the white walls SLOWLY CLOSING IN ON HIM.
Then we see that on the floor all around Wesley are long,
cylindrical white objects. Clearly, they resemble GIANT
CIGARETTES, and Wesley - wrapped neck-to-toe in his white
blanket cocoon - looks just like one of them.
He continues to squirm and SCREAM as the walls CLOSE IN from
all sides -- closer -- CLOSER -- pushing the long white
things toward him, around him, bunching them together until
they are in a tight cluster, as the room CRUNCHES IN TIGHTLY,
blocking whatever light source there is, until all Wesley can
do is SCREAM one last time, and
The screen goes BLACK.
After a few beats, we hear a huge, deafening RIPPING SOUND,
and a new LIGHT SOURCE appears as Wesley looks up, eyes wide
with unspeakable horror as the giant, scarred face of FREDDY
looms over him, grinning, and we:
INT. FOSTER HOME - TV ROOM
The room is back to normal, but not the occupant. Freddy
Krueger now stands here alone. He has just peeled the
wrapper off a pack of cigarettes of which Wesley has become
Didn't Daddy ever tell you what the
Surgeon General says...?
Krueger reaches in and pulls the tiny Wesley out of the pack.
As before, Wesley is immobile, helpless. Freddy holds him
between two fingers.
Smoking's bad for your health!
Freddy looks around, as if searching for something, then
beams as he reaches into the air and...
Ah! A match made in heaven!
He produces a puny version of WESLEY'S FATHER In one hand.
His body is straight and rigid, like a match stick.
Freddy places his thumb on the stiff man's head, and flicks
his thumbnail, causing the man's skull to BURST INTO FLAME,
an evil grin spanning Wesley's Father's face.
He brings the Father-Match to what would be Wesley's tiny
feet, and lights the end.
VERY CLOSE ON FREDDY'S HAND
Wesley SCREAMS as Freddy tosses the FATHER-MATCH and brings
the teenager's little head up to his fire-scarred lips.
The boy is enveloped by the massive cracked opening as Freddy
takes a huge drag off of Wesley's head. Where his feet should
be, the tip of the Wesley-Cig GLOWS RED, causing Wesley to
SCREAM with supernatural pain. Smoke billows from Freddy's
nose and mouth. He savors it.
Ahhhh! Now we're smokin'!
He CACKLES horribly as he continues to suck on the Wesley-
Cig. With each puff, Wesley's white-wrapped body becomes
What's your sign, Wesley? It wouldn't be
Cancer, would it?
In between his demonic CACKLES, Freddy DRAGS on the Wesley-
Cig, each puff turning more of Wesley into ash until all but
his head is black and charred. Freddy holds the Wesley-Cig
out, poised to tap the ashes loose.
Now say the secret word and you know what
Go to hell!
And he taps the Wesley-cig with his finger. The ashes
immediately fall, sifting in the air as Wesley's head -
charred and black at the neck where it's been separated -
falls loose. Wesley SCREAMS.
and his severed head falls and falls and falls.
INT. FOSTER HOME - TV ROOM - THE NEXT DAY
WE START on WESLEY'S BODY. Eyes closed, head normal and
everything from the neck down charred mass of burnt torso,
shriveled limbs, all wrapped in the scorched blanket. ZIP.
A body bag hides this ghastly image from us as we PULL BACK.
A FIRE MARSHALL and a COP are talking at the doorway in the
background. The CORONER is here, a world weary seen-it-all
older guy, with his nervous ASSISTANT who's never seen
anything like this. They whisper their conversation as they
lift the body bag onto a stretcher.
I don't get it. The couch is barely
scorched. And how can he burn from just
the neck down?
It happens? That's your explanation?
I've seen worse.
We FOLLOW them as they push the stretcher towards the
What? What worse?
Our shot STOPS at the doorway with the fire Marshall and cop
while the wigged-out assistant's voice trails off outside.
No. I wanna know. Really. What could
be worse than...
You know what the gossip rags are going
to say? Spontaneous human combustion.
That's where bodies are supposed to go up
in smoke for no reason. It's all psychic
bullshit. What really happened is called
the candle effect. A tiny fire gets
started, usually from a cigarette. It
slowly smolders through the blanket and
clothes until the skin starts to actually
bake. The body fat begins to melt and
liquefy, fueling the fire like a slow
burning candle. It takes hours, but it's
The cop makes some notes. Behind them we see Scott, Karen
and Gina. The girls have been crying, and even tough-guy
Scott looks pretty screwed up by all this. The cop nods.
He fell asleep while smoking. What a
The kids shoot unbelieving looks at each other as the two men
Scott and Karen head for the front door.
EXT. FOSTER HOME - DAY
A coroner's van, a fire chief's car and the now familiar mob
of suspicious neighbors are gathered around the front of the
house as the stretcher with Wesley's body is put away. A
small van marked ROSEDALE GENERAL HOSPITAL pulls up and Jacob
jumps out of it.
Jacob's face turns grim as a tearful Karen runs up to him,
Oh my God. It's started.
He fucking burned alive.
They said he fell asleep smoking.
And we all know that can't be.
I already told you how it would happen.
Mr. Ross appears behind the three teenagers, a wasted look on
Don't start with that shit.
It's not shit.
C'mon, kids. Everyone inside. Now.
David leads them back to the house as the coroner's van pulls
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Jacob, Scott, Karen and Gina stand around in various states
of utter shock as David tries to console them.
We have to be strong.
He puts an arm around Karen and reaches out to put the other
one around Gina, but pulls away at the last minute when she
starts to flinch.
We need to pull together and help each
other. Mrs. Ross is upstairs in bed.
She's pretty messed up. We need to help
her deal with this.
He would never touch a cigarette. You
We don't know anything until the
authorities are finished with their
investigation. In the mean time, no work
for tomorrow - three day weekend. But
Monday, it's back on the job. Jacob
wasn't covered in our health plan and his
little stint at the hospital cost us a
bundle. We have to work together or we
might lose this place. Okay?
The kids all nod, but not convincingly. They care more about
Wesley than the house.
INT. WESLEY & JACOB'S BEDROOM - DAY
Jacob closes the door. All the kids are here. Gina
absentmindedly plays with some of Wesley's things.
When I was put under, Freddy was
released. I know this because I dreamed
And that dream was real?
Yes. Wesley was his first victim.
You said it yourself. How could it have
been a cigarette?
And how could he...dire that way and not
Maybe the "authorities" will figure it
I'm sorry. I just can't buy into this.
Call me crazy...but I think he's after
Rosedale. The whole place. In my dream
he said something about needing a few
souls to get the job done. I think he has
to kill in order to get the power to suck
in a new town.
You are crazy.
Thank you. There's more. There are...
other people in there. In the
No. Different. There are three of them.
They're dressed in black. They have
powers like Freddy, but they seem to be
on our side.
Who are they?
Well, you gotta hang in there with me on
this one. They call themselves... the
Scott actually laughs.
This is too much.
You mean...like cops?
Where are they from?
They're kids that Freddy killed years
ago. THEY don't even know how they got
there. But they're somehow patrolling
dreamworld to put a stop to Krueger.
Then why haven't these guys done the job
They say they need help. I don't know
what or why...yet.
I can tell you who needs help.
Hey, I'm trying to save all of us.
I won't believe it until I see it.
Jacob is crushed that he's not getting through to them.
By then it'll be too late. It was too
late for Wesley.
The kids stare emptily at Wesley's earthly possessions.
EXT. FOSTER HOME - FRONT PORCH - NIGHT
Jacob and Karen sit on the steps. Across the street we can
see window curtains part as Mr. Hopkins sneaks a wary peek.
They're going to use all this to shut us
I know. It's my fault.
You going to try to run away again?
It's too late for that. I have to stay
and try and put a stop to it.
I'm sorry. It's all so hard to accept.
I wish I could convince you of the danger
you and the others are in.
I've been in danger before. THAT I can
This is worse than anything you can
I wouldn't be so sure about that. Come
on. Let's go inside.
She stands up.
INT. KAREN'S ROOM - NIGHT
Jacob and Karen lie in bed, clothes on, cozy. Not sexual.
She stares at the ceiling while he listens.
She was great. Loving. Supportive,
caring - everything a mom should be.
Except she had one fatal flow: my father.
You see, she was raised at a time when
they still had the "obey" part in the
wedding vows. He was always jealous.
She couldn't talk to another man without
him thinking she wanted to go to bed with
him. He never hit me. But the things he
did to her...and she would always just
take it. She never fought back. He'd
get drunk and...she'd tell people she
just fell down or something. Then one
night...I was thirteen. Something
happened. My mom suddenly wouldn't take
it anymore. Something made her say
enough is enough. She hit back. Tat
only made it worse. I watched as he hit
her over and over. Then he knocked her
down the stairs. She broke her neck.
And when y father saw what he'd done - he
finally became human. He cried over her
body for a while, then went into the
garage and blew his brains out with a
shotgun. To this day I don't remember
what that final straw was. The shrinks
say I've blocked it out of my memory.
There's no one else alive who knows what
really happened. I have dreams about it
sometimes, but there's always that blank
spot. A missing piece.
She stops and closes her eyes. Jacob closes his eyes for a
second also - feeling her pain.
Jacob opens his eyes and touches Karen's arm. She finally
turns to him.
I know nightmares are real, Jacob. I
So did my mom. She taught me a lot about
She told me that a lot of people have
special dream powers. I inherited some
from her - and some I have all to myself.
She showed me how I could link up with
other people's dreams - to actually be
inside with them.
That sounds wonderful. But...I don't
A little hard to imagine, huh?
Yeah. I'm sorry.
I can convince you.
Easy. We're doing it now.
Jacob smiles, gets up and walks over to the bedroom door.
Karen is confused.
What do you mean?
I mean we're dreaming. You and me.
He opens the bedroom door. And there's a FOREST OUTSIDE.
Karen is a little scared at first, totally blown away by
what's happening. But then she stands up and smiles.
Want to go for a walk?
Karen steps up next to him and they walk through the doorway
EXT. FOREST - DAY
Shafts of sunlight filter through as leaves flutter down from
the towering trees and Jacob and Karen step out of the
I don't believe it.
It's true. We're really doing it.
But what if I'm just dreaming of you
telling me that?
We'll compare notes when we wake up.
Then you'll know.
Karen looks around. Then she giggles. She likes this a lot.
Karen suddenly runs away into the trees like an excited
little girl. Jacob frowns.
He heads off after her.
AMONGST THE TREES
Jacob runs. Karen jumps out from behind a tree and laughs.
You have to be careful.
Did you bring us here on purpose? Can
you go anywhere you want?
Sometimes. It's not as easy as linking
Wow, I never knew...
She starts wandering off again. Jacob follows her.
You know what I like to do in my dreams?
She ducks behind a tree. And comes out suddenly dressed as a
sharp BUSINESSWOMAN. Jacob is slightly taken aback.
I like to be other people!
Jacob grins as she steps behind another tree - and a FIREMAN
walks out in her place. Jacob is really taken aback this
KAREN (cont'd) (as fireman)
I can be anybody I want.
Karen slips past another trunk and comes out as a tall
KAREN (AS REDHEAD)
When things get bad it helps to be
someone else. I use it to protect
The redhead walks seductively towards Jacob. He raises his
eyebrows as she slinks right up next to him - her ample
cleavage inches away from his nose.
KAREN (cont'd) (as redhead)
What do you think?
I think I like you the way you always
And now Karen is herself again. They're still very close.
They look like they're about to kiss... but Karen suddenly
sees something that grabs her attention.
Jacob turns as Karen runs over to ANOTHER DOOR. It's not the
one to the bedroom. It just hangs there in space between two
I wonder where it goes?
She reaches for the knob and opens it.
But she's already stepped through. Jacob runs up to the
doorway and it SLAMS in his face. Jacob tries to open the
door. It doesn't budge. He keeps twisting the knob to no
Jacob starts to pound on the door as we:
INT. KAREN'S HOME - KITCHEN
Sixties style decore, appliances that look about twenty-five
years old -- not the Foster Home kitchen at all. Karen is
standing in the middle of the room, completely disoriented.
She walks across to a counter top where she finds a framed
It's a picture of HER, Karen, age thirteen. Karen sets the
picture down and quickly walks back to the door she came in.
INT. KAREN'S HOME - LOWER HALLWAY
Karen steps out of her old kitchen expecting, hoping to be
back in the forest again. Nope. She blinks. Then she
starts to walk down the corridor.
More pictures on the wall this time. One of a WOMAN and
another of a MAN (Karen's MOM and DAD).
Karen's sure of it now. She's home. The center of her worst
nightmares. She creeps along to the main stairs. And that's
when the NOISES begin. A thumping from upstairs. A CRASH,
like something hit the floor above. More thumping,
repeatedly and then human MOANING, the sound of pain.
Somebody is getting beaten.
Something is twisting deep inside the girl. Her face goes
shallow as she slowly shuffles around to the foot of the
stairs...and starts to climb them.
ON THE STAIRS
Karen goes up, step by painful step, as the sounds of the
BEATING increase in their intensity. Every hit seems to
touch Karen as she flinches. She's afraid to go on - but
can't seem to stop.
INT. KAREN'S HOME - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY
Karen slowly heads for a door at the end, nervously reaches
out for the knob.
INT. KAREN'S PARENT'S BEDROOM
Karen opens the door. What she thought she was going to see
was bad enough - but this is worse:
Freddy Krueger is in the middle of the room. In front of him
is a giant human-sized version of an inflatable punching
doll, the kind little kids hit that keep bouncing back. But
the doll doesn't have the image of a clown on it.
It's a flattened wrapped-around version of KAREN'S MOTHER, a
pitiful beat-up look on her plastic face.
Freddy SMACKS the doll - it falls to the floor - and just
bounces back up. And now the face on it has a NEW BRUISE.
THWACK! He hits it again, CACKLING with glee. Swoop,
bounce. More bruises develop. Krueger looks at Karen.
Welcome to Romper Room!
BAP! BOOOOING! The face on the punching doll changes again,
it's even sadder now. And it's looking at Karen.
Why are you doing this?
Don't you remember?
ZING! Krueger whips up his finger knives. SWOOP! he RIPS
them through the plastic doll. SISSSSSssss. The doll starts
to deflate. SKREEEEeeeee. The escaping air sounding like a
human SCREAM. Freddy turns to Karen.
And a HAND reaches out from behind her and pulls her out of
INT. KAREN'S HOME - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY
Jacob pulls Karen away from the door and slams it shut. He
grabs her hand.
They turn to run down the hallway, and it's CHANGED. There
are now NO DOORS and NO STAIRWAY. The only way out is the
bedroom door they just closed. They stop and Jacob turns to
You heard me. I said wake up!
How? This is my old house. How did I
He begins to shake her. She is confused and disoriented. A
CRASH is heard at the bedroom door. FREDDY'S COMING.
And Jacob HITS Karen. Nothing major. It's a good slap,
nonetheless. She stares at him unbelievingly. He WHACKS her
Why are you doing this to me?
This is a dream! You have to get out of
here. I'm not hurting you, only he can
really do that! Wake up now!
SLAP! Karen's getting angry. She doesn't know what she's
supposed to do. KA-BLAM! Freddy blasts through the door in
a shower of splinters. He sees them and grins.
Gettin' kinky, huh?
Jacob turns to Karen, raises his hand. KA-BLAM! Something
blasts through the wall across from them. It's POWER COP.
CRASH! The other wall explodes. BLADE appears in the
BOOM! A piece of wall falls down at the end of the corridor.
SOUND COP steps through.
Karen looks at all this nonsense, then at Jacob.
I think I get it now.
She closes her eyes and DISAPPEARS out of Jacob's hands. The
DREAM POLICE stand in the hallway. Freddy just puts his
hands on his hips and LAUGHS at them.
Then Krueger lays his arms flat on his sides, takes a deep
breath and begins to INFLATE. His body expands, his clothes
and skin stretch and flatten. The bottom half of him getting
He turns into a giant FREDDY PUNCHING DOLL.
Power Cop jumps in front of the plastic horror and lets loose
a devastating swing. POW! The Freddy Doll swings back and
BOUNCES right up again.
POW POW POW POW POW! The big Dream Cop pummels away at the
Krueger toy as it slaps back and forth between the floor and
his fist until SHINK! Two knives appear in Blade's hands and
SWOOP. She swings them out.
RIP! The Freddy Doll tears, air blasting out in a grating
SHRIEK which screeches and hisses until it becomes:
Freddy's LAUGH. The red and green plastic flutters to the
ground as the evil guffaws fade away and we:
INT. KAREN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Karen shakes Jacob awake. His eyes open. They stare at each
other for a few beats, then Karen frowns.
You hit me.
Are you hurt?
If he had done it, you'd be dead.
Karen is confused. She doesn't know what to make of all
this. She looks at a clock. It's late.
You better get back to your room. We
don't want anybody to get the wrong idea.
Or the right one?
Karen finally relaxes. She smiles and playfully pushes him.
Get out of here.
Jacob reaches under a pillow and pulls something out. It's
the framed photo of Karen, age thirteen - from her dream. He
hands it to her and she looks at it in astonishment.
That's something else my mom taught me.
He gets up and goes to the door, turning back to her.
No. Not tonight.
She holds the picture tightly- staring at it with those
INT. FOSTER HOME - UPPER HALLWAY - NIGHT
Scott comes out of the bathroom in his night clothes, the
toilet flushing in the B.G. He goes into his room, but stops
at the doorway when he hears Karen's door open.
Scott ducks behind his door as he watches Jacob leave Karen's
room and head for his own. Scott frowns. His is not
INT. FOSTER HOME - DOWNSTAIRS HALLWAY - DAY
David Ross is sifting through some mail when a heated
conversation in the kitchen catches his interest. He stops
IN THE KITCHEN
Karen is finally convinced, Jacob and Scott are looking like
they're ready to punch each other, and Gina looks scared.
I'm telling you, this Freddy guy is for
And I'm telling you a dream is a dream.
Jacob was in there with me.
And where else was he with you last
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
I have the picture in my room if you want
to see it. He brought it out from the
Or from your hope chest. I bet your bed
isn't the only thing he's been into.
That picture was destroyed years ago.
You better watch your mouth, pal.
I'm the last person you want to start
Go ahead and be a tough guy, Scott.
Krueger will cut you to pieces before you
can even flex a muscle.
Will you two stop it! You're scaring the
shit out of me.
You should be scared.
Mr. Ross enters the room, none too pleased.
Alright. What's going on here?
Join the fun. Jacob and Karen were just
telling us about their new excuse to
Nothing happened between us last night.
You mean in plain old reality, right?
Okay, everybody. Out. Jacob and I are
going to have a little talk. Now.
Scott, Gina and Karen grudgingly leave the room. David turns
Your days are numbered here, buster.
I'm sorry, but...
Hey, I don't know what kind of shit
you're shoveling to these kids, but it's
going to stop. My Good Samaritan
instincts have their limits. We've had
enough tragedy around this place. We
don't need you making things worse with
You don't understand
And I want you to stay away from Karen.
Jacob starts to get defiant.
It's a free country.
This isn't America, it's my house. I've
been checking up on you. You have no
record with the police or the state or
any of the runaway groups. You're the
invisible kid. And if I sense even a
little bit more trouble-making from you,
you're going to vanish from here. Got
David catches his breath. He looks like he wants to say
more, but doesn't have the energy left. He just walks out of
the room leaving a frustrated Jacob.
EXT. FOSTER HOME - NIGHT
Mr. and Mrs. Ross are getting into their car. The engine
starts and they drive away.
INT. JACOB'S ROOM - NIGHT
Jacob sits in bed, staring into space. Karen quietly enters
the room, carefully shutting the door behind her.
She sits down next to him. Jacob looks at her with weary
You're supposed to be off-limits to me.
It's okay. The Ross's have gone to a
council meeting and Scott's in his room.
We should be safe for awhile.
Jacob, what are we going to do?
I'm going to go to bed soon.
Now you WANT to sleep?
I have to find the Dream Police. I think
I'm somehow their link to all this. They
only seem to appear when I'm around. You
woke me up before I had a chance to talk
to them last night.
I'm sorry. I was scared.
your fault. I have to ask them what
we're supposed to do to help them. And
maybe I can protect Gina while I'm in
What about Scott?
He's on his own.
I don't mean to be cold,but we've done
everything to convince him. Gina's too
scared to understand. I think Freddy
will go after her next.
What should I do?
You have to stay awake.
That's not going to be easy. I'm half
You have to try.
She nods her head quietly. Then
I'd better get out of here.
Okay. Be careful.
YOU be careful. I'm not going anywhere.
She kisses him quickly on the cheek. He needed that. Karen
gets up and quietly leaves. Jacob yawns
INT. GINA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Gina sits on her bed in her night clothes. She holds a deck
of cards in one hand while she plays solitaire on her bed
She flips a card from her deck: A black nine. She puts it on
top of a ten. Another card. Queen of diamonds. She lays it
on top of a king of clubs. Gina yawns. Takes another card.
It's the Freddy of Spades.
Gina frowns. Freddy Krueger's image stares up at her from
the card. She looks at her stacks. There's no place to put
this one. She starts flipping through the deck of cards,
trying to see if there are any more Freddys. That's when a
HAND RIPS UP through the bed and grabs her arm.
Gina SCREAMS, pulls away from the hand's grip and jumps back
up on the bed. And ANOTHER HAND shoots up from a pillow and
grabs her shoulder. Gina twists.
RIP. TEAR. GRAB. More hands appear out of the mattress,
lunging for any part of Gina's body as she SHRIEKS from their
touch. And Gina jumps out of bed.
She leaps to the other side of the room, bumping against her
dresser drawers. Turns to her bed.
SWOOP. The multiple hands disappear down into the mattress.
There is a quiet beat as she catches her shivering breath.
Then a half-dozen ARMS AND HANDS pop out from the drawers
next to her. Latching indiscriminately. Some grabbing her
legs and arms. Some grabbing more intimate parts.
Gina SCREAMS. Pulls away from the dresser. Yanks a few
drawers out as the hands vanish and she spins over to another
Where the wall ERUPTS with outreaching arms all around her.
Two grab her hair. Three on each arm. Her legs are pinned.
Gina shrieks and yells and flays her arms. Beating the hands
with her fists as two grabs her breasts viciously. She
starts kicking as one particularly perverse hand BURNT AND
SCARRED, pops out between her legs. Aiming right for her
crotch and in an incredible show of strength, the girl pulls
away from the horde.
Gina heads for the door. CRASH. Hands blast up from the
wood floor. She leaps around them. CRASH. More hands try
to block her way.
Gina jumps around like she's in a mine field made of hot
coals. She finally reaches to door and flings it open.
Gina hits the lift's opposite wall having expected it to be a
hallway. The elevator's doors close on her bedroom and she
turns to see:
Freddy. A razor finger poised over the elevator's buttons.
He smiles politely.
Gina is shocked and speechless. She backs away into a corner
like someone trapped in a closet with the devil. Which is
exactly what she is.
Rising past the terror is Gina's realization that everything
Jacob's been saying is true.
At your service.
He punches one of the buttons and the elevator LURCHES. Gina
grabs onto a wall as the lift races up and Freddy actually
begins to WHISTLE nonchalantly.
You're not real!
Ah, but who is?
The elevator begins to slow.
Fourth floor. Overpopulation.
The elevator stops. The doors begin to open. Gina leaps for
the way out. But she's blocked.
Blocked by PEOPLE. They fill the entrance to the lift and
start to pile in. All kinds of people: businessmen, nurses,
plumbers. And they're all ZOMBIES.
Vacant expressions fill their dark hollow eyes as the zombies
keep coming in. Pushing Gina back into the elevator.
Filling it to capacity and beyond.
The doors close and the elevator starts to move up. Twenty
bodies are crammed into the tiny enclosure, smashed together,
surrounding the poor teenager, drool oozing out of their
mouths, breathing down her neck. SMASHING her so hard she
can't even yell for help. Gina turns her head.
WESLEY is pressed up next to her. A very dead look on his
face. Begin squeezed by the zombies around him. One of his
eyes POPS out of its socket.
Gina finds the breath to scream and scream and scream.
Eight floor - the morgue.
The elevator doors open and the mass of zombies starts to
spastically pile out. Gina, having only been held up by the
crushing bodies, falls to her knees as the last of the
monsters exit the lift. She breathes in ripping gasps like
she's having a coronary. But she sees the open door. And
Gina jumps for the exit.
Freddy grabs her shoulder and pulls her back violently. Gina
falls to the floor again as the doors shut. Freddy waves his
fingers down the row of buttons and stops above the very
bottom one. This button doesn't looks like the others.
It's in the shape of a little heart.
Freddy turns and gives Gina a frighteningly serious look.
Time to go down, Gina.
He presses the heart button. And the floor disappears. Gina
falls SCREAMING into blackness as Freddy hangs in mid-air and
INT. HONEYMOON SUITE
Gaudy colors, mirrors, a cheesy heart-shaped bed. Gina's
body drops down, unexpectedly softly, landing on the fluffy
she's dressed in a skimpy piece of bright pink LINGERIE. She
moans and tries to sit up.
And four snake-like strips of satin swoop out from under the
bed and quickly wrap around each of her limbs, pulling her
down and yank her tight.
She's trapped. That's when the door to the room opens and in
walks an incredibly huge FAT MAN. He barely fits through the
door as he closes it behind him. Puffy cheeks, permanent
seat, dirty fingernails, and a lecherous smile.
Gina's eyes widen.
Hi there, princess. Your mom's told me
all about you.
Gina SCREAMS as he approaches her, the ground actually
shaking from his weight.
FAT MAN (cont'd)
She said you're even better than she is.
He looms above her, now. Starts to unbutton his shirt to
reveal a hideous mound of hairy stomach flesh. Gina is
FAT MAN (cont'd)
Aw, come on. I'm really a nice guy. You
know what they say. Inside every fat
RIP! Krueger's finger blades JUT out of the abdomen ad start
tearing a huge SLIT up the front of his body. The Fat Man
starts to fold back as Freddy's head pops out of the front.
...is a maniac trying to get out!
Freddy steps out of the Fat Man, sluffing the bulbous remains
aside. He towers over Gina. That creepy serious look on his
Now it's time for YOU to put out, Gina.
Gina gasps in horror as Krueger moves in. But then a KNOCK
at the door.
ROOM SERVICE (O.S.)
Huh? I didn't order anything...
Freddy frowns and walks over to the door. He turns back to
Maybe its complimentary champagne!
Krueger opens the door. On the other side is a dinner cart
and a waiter behind it. The waiter is JACOB.
CRASH! Jacob shoves the dinner cart into the room and into
Freddy's gut, shoving Krueger across the room into a tumbled
heap. Three EXPLOSIONS OF LIGHT BURST into the room. The
Dream Police materialize.
Freddy jumps up growling. Power Cop grabs him from behind.
Blade leaps over to the bed and in a FLASH of steel, releases
Gina from her satin bonds. Jacob yanks Gina off the bed and
pulls her towards the door.
Freddy jumps out of Power Cop's grip and the Dream Police
surround him as the two teenagers bolt out of the room.
INT. HOTEL HALLWAY
Jacob pulls Gina along as the hotel room door SLAMS shut by
itself. Gina yells at Jacob.
Let go of me!
She squirms out of Jacob's grip and bounces away from him
like he has the plague. CRASHING is heard from the hotel
room. A violent battle is under way. Jacob pleads with
I'm here to help!
He holds out his hand to her. Gina shivers, than looks into
Jacob's sincere eyes. SOUNDS of destruction continue behind
the door as the girl battles with her worst fear. Finally
Gina takes Jacob's hand.
Let's get out of here.
They start running down the corridor - together.
INT. HONEYMOON SUITE
The entire room is filled with SWIRLING DUST and SMOKE,
completely obscuring everything from sight. As the sound of
BREAKING FURNITURE and grunting fighters echoes, a few pieces
of debris bounce into view.
And then there is SILENCE.
The dust settles and the smoke dissipates. The DREAM POLICE
stand alone in the rubble of a totally trashed room.
Where'd he go?
I thought you had him.
Krueger has escaped.
Jacob runs, Gina trailing behind him, the two of them trying
to find a way out. They pass a door.
The door SLAMS open and Freddy reaches out, grabs Gina and
yanks her into the room. The door BANGS shut.
Jacob twirls around and runs towards the door.
And the door DISAPPEARS. Nothing but flat wall remains as
Jacob hits it. He starts banging his fist against the side
of the corridor.
No no no no!
The Dream police run up next to him. Jacob spins around
He's got Gina!
Everyone backs off. Sound Cop opens his mouth. BOOM! An
almost visible sound wave bursts forth from his lips and
CRACK, a huge hole is punched in the wall.
The Police leap into the hole, quickly followed by Jacob.
INT. HOTEL ROOM
This one's pretty normal. Maybe the business suite. And
it's EMPTY except for a heart-shaped box of candy in the
middle of the bed. Jacob and the rest of the Police watch as
Blade picks up the box and opens it. Dozens of COCKROACHES
pour out onto the floor. Now Jacob's really pissed.
You let him get away!
He's been at this longer than we have.
He can do anything.
But we have to catch him in the act to
What...there are rules to all this?
They're not rules.
It's just the way it is.
Jacob, we need you to bring the rest
The rest? You mean the kids at the home?
Yes. We need as many of you as we can
get. And you must bring them to
You have the power to link your dreams
with other's. Dream of Springwood, then
bring the rest with you.
Living souls are what he thrives on.
Living souls are what we need to help
Before it's too late.
Before he takes everyone.
And every THING.
Jacob just shakes his head.
All is BLACK. Except for Freddy and Gina. He has her from
behind, his hands locked on her shoulders.
Ah...alone at last.
Gina cries horribly like a person who knows death is seconds
away. Freddy wraps his arms around her, hugging her.
And he KEEPS wrapping his arms. They STRETCH and elongate,
wrapping once around his body and then around her's again.
And then again. Freddy's rubber limbs curl around and around
an around Gina's quivering body. Spiraling up and down.
Encircling on all sides on every part of her, touching and
grabbing her EVERYWHERE.
Until Krueger's arms cover her entirely. Gina whimpers.
Touching, isn't it?
And he starts to SQUEEZE. Gina gags as Freddy's snake-like
embrace TIGHTENS around her, draining the life out of Gina's
INT. JACOB'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Jacob wakes with a start as the entire house around him
Jacob jumps out of bed.
INT. FOSTER HOME - UPPER HALLWAY
Jacob dashes down the corridor. Karen comes out of her room.
Is it an earthquake?
No. It's Freddy.
They run to Gina's room and fling the door open.
INT. GINA'S BEDROOM
The RUMBLING of the house has stopped. Gina's in bed, her
tongue sticking grotesquely out from the corner of her mouth,
her skin completely blue. Jacob and Karen run to her to try
Gina's already dead. But Freddy's not quite done with her
yet. Jacob and Karen watch as Gina's chest CAVES IN. Karen
EXT. FOSTER HOME - EARLY MORNING
The coroner's back, the neighborhood gawks. Jacob, Karen and
Scott sit on the front steps in a daze.
But this time there are police barricades up. In another
part of the front yard we can see Mr. and Mrs. Ross with a
social worker, MR. SILVERMAN. Mary Ross is crying while her
husband David is having a heated argument with Silverman.
The kids watch on gloomily.
The social worker leaves as Mr. Ross walks over to the kids.
Mary walks right by them and into the house - to broken up
over something to talk.
Pack your bags, kids.
You're kicking us out?
No. They're taking you away. They say
it's for your own good.
They can't do that.
Yes, they can. They consider Mary and I
possibly unfit to act as foster parents.
They're going to find temporary homes for
you until this mess is straightened out.
I'm so very sorry.
Karen runs up to David and hugs him desperately. He holds
They're not calling it an accident this
time. They don't really know what to
Karen lets go. Scott stands up.
What's going to happen to us?
You'll be alright.
What's going to happen to you?
I don't know. They're thinking of
Come on. A car from juvenile hall will
be here in an hour.
He leads them up the stairs.
EXT. JUVENILE HALL - DAY
A sign reads: ROSEDALE YOUTH CENTER.
INT. OFFICE - DAY
Mr. Silverman, the social worker, is talking to the
teenagers. Karen and Scott look understandably worried.
Jacob looks like the world just ended for him.
I'm sure most of you know how this works
already. You'll be assigned new foster
homes tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow
morning the police will be talking to you
regarding the matter at the old house.
What about it?
Anything you know.
Are we considered suspects?
You'll talk to the police about that.
Don't worry. We'll all try and work this
Will we be able to go back to the Ross's?
I don't know. You'll have a place to
stay in the mean time.
Will we be together?
No. We don't have anybody willing to
take more than one person. I'm afraid
you'll be split up.
Hey, you can visit each other. You'll be
in the same town.
If it's still here.
Silverman frowns at that last comment as the kids get up to
INT. JUVENILE HALL CORRIDOR
The teenagers walk glumly out of the office. Jacob is still
strangely silent, not making eye contact with anyone.
Jacob, what are we going to do?
What do you mean, nothing?
It's over. We're finished. He's won.
Jacob walks on ahead of them. Karen is flabbergasted. She
stops and just stands there with Scott. The two of them
watching Jacob walk away.
Looks like your hero just gave up.
And Karen still can't believe it.
EXT. JUVENILE HALL COURTYARD - DUSK
Jacob is sitting on a bench looking like a beaten man and
hating himself for it.
Karen and Scott step out of a door. They watch him for a few
seconds. Then Karen walks towards Jacob. Scott stays behind
and lights up a cigarette.
How can you do this?
Do what? I'm not doing anything.
Exactly. After all we've been through
you just throw in the towel. Why?
Because we're fucked. The last thing the
Dream Police told me was that they needed
all our help. Together. Even if we
weren't about to be split up there aren't
enough of us left to make a difference.
How do you know that?
I don't. But, it's all just too much.
I've tried so hard and nothing's worked.
I'm spent. I'm wasted. I'm...I'm so
Jacob puts his face in his hands.
I've had enough.
So you're just going to give up? I'll
bet that's something your mother never
That hit home. Jacob uncovers his face. His ID bracelet
dangles from his wrist. He looks at the bracelet. ALICE
glints in the setting sunlight. He remembers. Jacob looks
up at Karen.
We still have one night together.
And we're not going to waste it.
Jacob stands up.
INT. JUVENILE HALL LOUNGE - NIGHT
Jacob paces back and forth in front of Scott and Karen.
Scott, we need you.
Look, I don't know what's going on
anymore. Two of my friends die and now
you tell me I have to drop into dreamland
with you guys to do battle with the dude
that did it.
We'll have help.
Ah, yes. I almost forgot. The Sleepy
Squad. Alright. I'll make you a deal.
I told you I wouldn't believe this stuff
unless I saw it. If I understand this
correctly, all I have to do is fall
asleep and you just whisk me into the
Okay. If that happens, if both of you
show up in my dream, I'll help you out.
If nothing happens, then I'll get a good
night's sleep and laugh at you in the
Fine. You got a deal. And you won't be
I'm going to be sleeping in the girl's
dorm. Will you be able to bring me in?
I hope so. Then I got to make sure we
all end up in Springwood.
The old stomping ground?
Yeah. Only right now it's not a very
What do we do when we get there?
Play it by ear. And try and stay alive.
A SOCIAL WORKER sticks his head into the lounge.
Half hour til lights out, everyone.
The kids get up and start for the door.
Off we go.
Into the wild black yonder.
Scott shakes his head as they leave.
INT. KAREN'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT
Karen lies in bed, under the covers. She holds the picture
of herself, thirteen years old. She stares at it. Still
that missing piece.
Karen puts the picture on a nightstand and closes her eyes.
INT. SCOTT & JACOB'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT
Scott lies on the top of a set of bunk beds. Jacob is on the
bottom and already looks asleep.
He's still awake. Maybe he's starting to believe some of
Jacob's ramblings, because he nervously fidgets in bed.
Freddy Krueger. Yeah, right. Years ago
some sicko gets fried and now he comes
back to stick it to you when you're
snoozing. Stupid bedtime story.
he sighs, looks at his wrist, but his watch isn't on. Then:
Hey, Mr. Creepoid, you still up?
There's still no answer. Scott rolls and peeks over the edge
of the bunk bed. And Jacob's not there.
Scott sits up, looks around. And FALLS right through the
middle of his bed, NOT appearing underneath the top bunk. He
EXT. NIGHTMARE SPRINGWOOD - SOUTH STREET - NIGHT
Scott falls out of a tree and lands with a THUD. He groans,
slowly gets to his feet and takes in his surroundings.
The road is dark and desolate. The street lights emit a grim
brown glow and there are no stars or moon in the sky.
SOUNDS echo through the trees and buildings. Weird MOANS,
odd GURGLINGS, eerie WHISPERS, and an occasional unearthly
This does not comfort Scott.
Oh, this is lovely.
He starts cautiously walking down the sidewalk. SOMETHING
flies by with a FLAPPING. Scott ducks. Was it a bird or a
bat or what? It's already gone.
Then a craggy voice calls out from behind a tree.
Scott is understandably jumpy. The dark figure of a BUM
starts walking towards him. Scott backs away.
Can you spare some change?
Um, well, let me see...
Scott starts sifting through his pockets, and the BUM steps
out into the light.
He has THREE EYES and a HUMP BACK. Scott YELPS.
Holy Jesus Christ.
The Bum grins and Scott starts stumbling away, his voice
I'll catch you next time, buddy.
The mutant bum belches.
EXT. NIGHTMARE SPRINGWOOD - PARNELL AVE. - NIGHT
Karen rounds a corner. She walks nervously down the middle
of the street. There are no cars, and she wants to keep as
far away as possible from the houses on either side.
There is a CREAKING sound from one of those houses. Karen
turns her head to look.
A craggy OLD WOMAN is rocking back and forth on her front
porch. She's eating something, something stringy and slimy.
She munches away with a vacant look in her eyes.
The something in her hands MOVES slightly. The old woman's
meal is still alive.
Karen gags and walks faster. And a PANTING sound is heard,
like two dogs. Someone is walking their pet down the
It's the MUTANT WOMAN from Jacob's opening nightmare:
straggly hair, oozing sores, limping. The source of the
multiple paintings is her single dog, all two heads of it.
The mutant woman waves unpleasantly at Karen. Karen whimpers
and starts to RUN.
WITH KAREN - RUNNING
She stumbles quickly down the street. We catch fleeting
glimpses of other horrors, twisted shapes, bent shadows.
Karen rounds a corner, and SCREAMS when she bumps into
someone. It's Scott, out of breath from his own sprinting.
Scott! You're here.
Yeah. Fun town. Talk to any of the
neighbors, yet? They're a swell bunch of
Uh-huh. Real friendly, too.
So this is a dream?
And I'm in it with you. Convinced?
Maybe I'm just dreaming bout being here
with you. Wouldn't be the first time.
Nope. I tired that one already. Doesn't
work. Come on, we have to find Jacob.
Scott nods and they take off down the street. A cat with
three tails slithers by.
EXT. NIGHTMARE SPRINGWOOD - MAIN STREET - NIGHT
Jacob is standing motionless in the middle of the road. He
stares down into the darkness, a wooden expression on his
Karen and Scott are running up behind him.
Jacob! Thank God!
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.
Karen and Scott are next to him now. They stand silently
with Jacob for a few seconds. Then:
Scott, are you with us?
A deal's a deal.
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.
The threesomes stand face-to-face in two parallel rows.
Is this all?
All that's left.
It'll have to do.
We can always come back later. Like when
It's always night here.
What's the plan?
We need you to draw him out.
Terrific. We're supposed to be bait.
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
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.
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 runs towards the house as our shot MOVES IN CLOSE to
the mailbox and ate name printed across it. It reads
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
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.
Two drink minimum.
Ah, that's okay. I think I'm underage,
Two drink minimum.
No, really. I'm driving.
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.
Can I get you anything?
That's okay. I'll just sit at the bar.
Alright, honey. You call if you need
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.
What'll it be?
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.
Go on. Puts hair on your back.
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.
That's okay, this'll be plenty.
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.
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.
Welcome to my favorite haunt.
So you're the man.
At your service.
What's on your mind?
A deal's what got me into this.
Bring Jacob to me.
Scott, valiantly holding on to his nerve, raises an eyebrow.
What's in it for me?
Power. You don't need to hang out with
those losers. You're a take-charge kind
of guy, Scott. Like when you took charge
of your father.
Suddenly Freddy is spinning a gun on the bar with his free
hand. Scott grimaces.
Leave my father out of this.
I'll make you mayor of Rosedale.
After you make it look like this?
You can have Karen.
That was Freddy's trump card. It really hits a nerve in
Scott. Karen's everything he's ever wanted.
Any way you want her.
(after a beat)
Krueger holds out his knives. Scott shakes his head.
No thanks. I trust you.
INT. NIGHTMARE JOHNSON HOME - ALICE'S BEDROOM
Jacob opens the door into darkness.
He turns on the light and a RED HAZE blankets the room.
Jacob looks up. The dish-like ceiling lamp is filled with
Jacob walks into the room, tears welling. He walks by
Alice's vanity, her makeup still sitting there as if she
might show up and use it at any moment.
He steps up to a wardrobe closet and touches the edges of it
lightly. He reaches out and slowly, almost reverently, opens
Dozens of writhing SNAKES drop out of the closet and slither
onto the ground.
Jacob jumps back and SCREAMS.
Then he just stands there in the middle of the teaming
reptile mass, not giving a shit anymore, going insane. His
fists clenched, his head tilted back, as he YELLS into the
air like a wolf baying at the moon.
EXT. SPRINGWOOD TAVERN
Scott steps off the sidewalk and looks up and down the
street. He thinks and we MOVE IN on him.
Mayor of Rosedale.
What a crock of shit.
We PULL WIDER as Scott cups his hands around his mouth.
Hey! He's over here. Yo! Dream Police.
Hello! Come on. Move you collective
CLOSE ON SCOTT
He puts his hands on his hips and sighs.
Never a cop around when you need one.
GLITCH! a stabbing sound of flesh, and Scott JERKS violently
as our shot PULLS BACK to reveal:
Freddy behind Scott, his deadly fingers buried in the boy's
back. Scott chokes on his own blood as Krueger growls.
I hate a snitch!
Freddy pulls out his blades as Scott falls forward and with
his final breath utters:
His body hits the ground with a THUD as a sudden ROAR fills
the air. Freddy looks around for its source. And Sound Cop
drops down on him with a SMACK.
The two of them tumble, then both jump up. Freddy laughs.
Sound Cop looks down at Scott's body, then back up at
Krueger. His body is shaking with fury,and he opens his
The loudest sound yet comes from Sound Cop. KABOOM! A blast
of air at Mach 3 smacks into Freddy and sends him sailing
back, SMASHING right through the Tavern wall.
INT. SPRINGWOOD TAVERN
Freddy flies sideways, right through the bar, destroying
chandeliers as he careens through and punches yet another
huge hole through the opposite wall.
The nightmarish customers don't even seem to notice.
INT. NIGHTMARE JOHNSON HOME - ENTRYWAY
Jacob is shuffling down the stairs as a SONIC BOOM of noise
echoes through the streets outside.
He knows exactly what that sound means as we MOVE IN on his
Jacob races for the front door.
INT. SPRINGWOOD TAVERN
The dust is just starting to settle as a THUD is heard coming
from the hole in the opposite wall. Quickly followed by
Freddy's soaring body. Krueger SMASHES into some tables and
slides across the floor. Power Cop steps through the hole,
his fists clenched. Freddy stands up and dusts himself off.
Lighten up, bone brain.
Power Cop has no intention to. He bolts over, grabs Krueger,
raises him over his head like a wrestler, slams him down on
the bar, and SHOVES Freddy, knocking glasses and ashtrays
aside until he SMACKS into yet another poor wall.
Krueger barely gets back on his feet when Power Cop is right
on him again. The big man in black SWINGS, but this time
Freddy DUCKS. CRACK! a support column bursts into dust.
Freddy twirls around. And the two of them start to PUNCH
It's a barroom brawl between non-humans as Power Cop and
Freddy Krueger exchange multiple blows.
SMACK SMACK SMACK! Freddy nails Power Cop, whose head barely
seems to budge from the hits.
POW POW POW! Power Cop lays into Krueger, sending him
spinning and tumbling only to pick him up and start the
process all over again.
This goes on for a while, and Krueger is losing.
The mutant bouncer finally steps up to Power Cop to try and
put a stop to all this.
Take it outside!
CRUNCH! Power Cop puts a stop to the bouncer with a vicious
elbow in the chest. All this gave Freddy a few seconds to
grab a chair and crack it ineffectually over the Cop's head.
The pummeling begins again.
THWACK THWACK THWACK! Power Cop is punching Freddy towards
EXT. SPRINGWOOD TAVERN
Like in an old wester, Krueger flies out of the double doors
and somersaults onto the pavement. Sound Cop is a few yards
away knelt down next to Scott's dead body. He looks up as
No more playing around.
Freddy raises his left fist and it begins to EXPAND. It
grows like an inflated beach ball, except it doesn't look
soft at all. Freddy slides up to the side of the entrance,
and raises his giant hammer hand. Power Cop steps through,
looking for blood. Sound Cop tries to warn him.
Too late. BAM! Freddy's fist slams down on Power Cop's
head. He's actually shoved down into the ground a full two
feet - trapped at the legs.
BAM! Freddy hits him again. Power Cop is down to his thighs
and he can't get out.
A RUMBLING is heard. Freddy turns to see Sound Cop starting
to open his mouth. Krueger instantly reaches down and grabs
a brick from the rubble and THROWS it at Sound Cop.
Put a lid on it!
THUNK! The brick lands squarely in Sound Cop's mouth,
stretching it painfully and blocking it completely. Sound
Cop reels from the impact. Tries to pull out the firmly
Freddy turns back to Power Cop, BAM! Hits him down to his
hips. The giant fist swings, BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM! like
hammering a nail until Power Cop DISAPPEARS into the ground.
Freddy's hand deflates to regular size as he turns to the
struggling Sound Cop.
Sound Cop's head is EXPANDING. Pressure seems to be building
up, something's gonna blow. Freddy picks up a boulder from
the street rubble. He catapults it with both hands at Sound
Cop. The boulder hits Sound Cop's head and takes it CLEAN
Sound Cop's decapitated skull tumbles away with the brick
still stuck, as a blast of air shoots up from the stump of
his neck with a SCREECH.
Sound Cop's body stumbles for a few seconds, then falls over
Freddy LAUGHS and laughs and laughs... KACHUNK! until a KNIFE
embeds itself in his back. Krueger spins around.
CHUNK CHUNK CHUNK! Three more knives slam into his body as
he staggers back in surprise. Blade Cop stands twenty feet
away reaching into thin air and whipping out knife after
knife, flinging them at Freddy. They sail like flying
CHUNK CHUNK CHUNK! Krueger falls back from the sheer force
of the onslaught, at least a dozen blades sticking out of his
Blade stops. She stands there for a beat, waiting to see what
Freddy will do next.
Krueger sways, looking like an inhuman pincushion. Then he
grins. His body steadies, and he suddenly poses like a body
builder and flexes every muscle.
POP POP POP! The daggers shoot out of his torso and limbs,
CLATTERING to the ground.
The girl in black steps back and raises her arms. SHINK
SHINK! Two-foot-long sabers jut out from her forearms.
They're not held by her, they're a PART of her, exiting from
the tops of her wrists under her clenched fists. She crosses
the blades in front of her.
Ah... a girl after my own heart.
KACHINK! Freddy shoots out his finger knives and they EXTEND
to double their normal size. He raises them and takes on a
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
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.
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
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.
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
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
Jacob raises his eyebrows as the resurrected Dream Police
step around him.
Okay, I'm impressed
Blade whips her visor up to reveal an upset girl's face.
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.
He still exists.
We're already dead, that's why he
couldn't destroy us.
But he's not dead. He's not alive either.
He's something in between.
He's not entirely part of reality or part
of dreams. He's unique.
WE can't kill him.
We can wail away on each other until
doomsday and not do any good.
Then who's going to kill this fucker?
YOU have to.
How the hell am I supposed to do that?
Krueger's power comes from his rage and
the souls of children.
You have to find the original source of
that rage and use it against him.
This town in its present condition
encompasses all evils from all times in
its history. The answer is here
Jacob sighs, then gets an idea.
I think I know where...
And he starts to run down the street.
Jacob, wait. We have to find him first.
No time. You guys find Karen!
He disappears down the road as the Dream Police snap down
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
Karen frowns. She turns back to the house, a determined
expression on her face.
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
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.
Jacob! You scared the shit out of me!
The feeling is mutual.
Where are the Dream Police?
I told them to look for you. What are
you doing here? Don't you know what this
I do now. Look what I found.
She starts to drag him over to the desk of drawings.
You've got to get out of here.
Wait. You have to see this.
You don't understand. The Police can't
kill Freddy. They literally chopped each
other to pieces and he's still alive!
Now I'm supposed to figure out how to get
rid of him.
But I think I found the answer. Shut up
for a second and look at these.
She starts showing him the scrawlings.
Okay, so he's a bad artist.
No! You told me Krueger's mother
committed suicide and no one knows who
his father was, right?
Freddy's been pushing all our buttons
with our pasts. These are HIS past.
Don't you get it? HE was a foster child,
She walks over to the bookshelf and grabs the picture of
LITTLE FREDDY and FREDDY'S FOSTER FATHER.
Someone had to have taken care of him.
This guy...he was Freddy's father. Those
drawings...they were Freddy's childhood.
This house...it's where it all happened.
But in reality Freddy hasn't lived here
Like you tried to tell me once before,
this is a dream. Who knows why this is
All evils from all times in history...
And isn't this where it all started in
Springwood? On Elm Street?
Jacob thinks for a second. It's all starting to make sense.
But what does this do for us?
There's got to be a way to use it against
Okay, but we're not going to stand around
here to figure out how. It's too
He grabs her hand and pulls her towards her door.
Let's get out of this house.
They head out to
And Blade Cop is standing in the middle of the corridor. The
two teenagers stop.
Thank God. Freddy's going to show up any
KACHINK! A knife shoots out of Blade's right hand, ready for
action. (but wait a minute, her uniform isn't ripped
anymore...) Karen and Jacob make their way to the stairs.
He turns to Blade.
Where are the others?
Blade walks up to him and stands there. Then JAMS HER KNIFE
into JACOB'S GUT. Karen SCREAMS. Jacob chokes. Blade Cop
shoves the knife in further until it juts out of Jacob's
back. She turns.
Then BECOMES FREDDY.
Time to join your mommy.
Krueger yanks his finger blades out and Jacob's limp body
falls at Karen's feet. Karen shrieks and cries, dropping to
her knees to hold him.
No no no no no no no...Jacob...
He looks up at her, slowly dying. She strokes his forehead
while Freddy laughs at the sentiment.
And Jacob is gone. Karen sobs, so torn apart that she is
ignoring the incredible danger above her. But not for long.
Krueger grabs Karen by the neck.
It's past your bedtime, young lady.
And he starts to DRAG her, kicking and screaming, her body
scraping across the floor towards the
Freddy drags Karen in and TOSSES her across the room. She
lands with a THUD on the bed. He saunters over to her and
climbs up on the bed next to her. Gets on top.
Karen yells and hits him uselessly with her fists and it's
horrible because there he is, pressing down on her, right in
her face, mounting her as if he's going to rape her.
Aw, sweetheart. This won't hurt a bit.
She screams as he presses even harder.
Come on. Be Daddy's little girl.
And the last three words of that sentence seem to ECHO
through the room, swirling around Karen. DADDY'S LITTLE
GIRL. "Daddy's little girl." Karen twists her head away.
And Freddy's become Karen's FATHER. He looks down on her
with a lecherous grin.
That's my baby. That's Daddy's little
Karen stops struggling. The realization grows on her face
with the resurfacing memory.
Now do you remember?
She does. And she has an answer for him.
You're NOT my father.
But we're going to have the same fun!
Karen stares at him defiantly. And a HAND grabs Karen's
Father, and yanks him away. We PULL BACK.
KAREN'S MOTHER is next to the bed. Furious.
And she SLAPS Karen's Father. He stands up, SLUGS her across
the jaw. She tumbles back. Karen sits up.
Karen's Mother gets up, a defiant look just like Karen's on
You're never going to touch her again!
I'll touch what I want!
BAP! He strikes her again, sending her right out the door.
He follows her. Karen stands up and runs after them.
IN THE HALLWAY
CRACK! The man hits the woman down to the floor. Karen's
mother stands up, just taking it. She's at the top of the
stairs. Karen's Father swings his arm back, and Karen jumps
on him. He shrugs her away violently.
as she hits the ground and the wall next to Jacob's body.
She looks up.
And Karen's Father is now FREDDY again. He swings his fist.
Karen's Mother reels from the hit, falls backwards. Karen
jumps up to try and help her, reaching past Freddy. But it's
Karen's Mother tumbles down the stairs, head hitting, bones
cracking, disappearing into darkness.
Freddy grabs Karen by the neck and lifts her. DANGLES her
over the top of the steps.
Be honored, bitch. You're the last soul
And Jacob RISES UP behind Krueger. GRABS him. Freddy DROPS
Karen. She hits hard and rolls down the steps as Freddy
turns, his knives swinging out and SLAMMING Jacob's gut one
more time, IMPALING him against the wall. Jacob gasps out
his final breath.
I'll be back...
I'll be waiting.
Freddy pulls his blades out of Jacob and the wall. The boy's
body hits the floor for the last time. Freddy turns back to
the stairs and looks down them.
Where's my little pumpkin?
He strolls down the steps.
Freddy walks down and no one's there. Karen's Mom was just
an illusion, but Karen herself, dead or alive, is nowhere to
Play time is over, bitch.
He walks down the hallway. Eyes darting. Until a BOOMING
VOICE is heard from the kitchen.
Freddy cocks his head and frowns.
Frederick! What have you done?
And, amazingly, a look of FEAR crosses Krueger's face.
Something about that voice has struck terror in the heart of
the creature that fears nobody.
Krueger turns to the kitchen door. A man steps out of the
shadows, a big muscular man with a horrifying look in his
eyes. A man we've seen somewhere before - in a picture.
It's FREDDY'S FOSTER FATHER - MR. UNDERWOOD. And he looks
pissed beyond belief.
Freddy shrinks back, eyes widening.
Don't you "Daddy" me!
Mr. Underwood raises his arm and SMACKS Freddy across the
skull. Krueger tumbles back into the hallway.
Freddy scrambles to his feet. Shakes with dread. Looks like
a scared little boy. Mr. Underwood advances on him.
No, Daddy. Please...
Freddy turns and bolts for the front door. He flings it
open. Power Cop stands in his way and SHOVES Freddy back -
back in front of his foster father.
PUNCH - a vicious blow from Underwood sends Krueger into
THE LIVING ROOM
where Freddy falls over a couch. Underwood stomps into the
room. Krueger scrambles up and heads for the archway leading
into the dining room.
BLADE COP blocks the escape. The ripped flap of her uniform
proving she's the real one. She KICKS Freddy back and into
Underwood's hands. The man picks up Krueger and HITS him
again. And again. And again.
Stop. You're hurting me. Stop.
Freddy wriggles away and opens a window. Sound Cop fills the
window, cutting him off. Pushes him back inside.
Mr. Underwood grabs Krueger and slaps him over and over.
Slugs him. Gives the beating he's got coming to him.
And Freddy MOANS and YELLS like a blubbering child. Shrinks
into a corner but is yanked out for more pummeling.
Power Cop stands at the exit to the hallway. Blade Cop
continues to obstruct the dining room arch. Sound Cop steps
through the window and stands in front of it. The Dream
Police just stare in silence.
It's not a street fight, not a punching match. Just a
ruthless thrashing that would be hard to watch if it weren't
for the fact that we are all cheering because no one in
history has ever deserved it more.
Underwood stops the whipping and stands over Krueger who is
lying on the ground whimpering, pleading for mercy.
Why, Daddy? What did I do?
You took some things that don't belong to
And with that, Underwood brings his fist down and JAMS it
into Freddy's stomach. Right THROUGH IT. Shoving it into
his very body.
Freddy SCREAMS. Underwood violently pulls his fist out and
there's SOMETHING in it. A shimmering flowing thing.
Crackling with unworldly LIGHT. It's a SOUL. It's Wesley's
SOUL. Underwood flings his arm out and lets go. Wesley's
soul flies into thin air and DISSIPATES.
Krueger's father brings his hand down again and RIPS out
GINA'S SOUL. Again. JACOB'S SOUL. Freddy opens his mouth
and shrieks. As Underwood raises his arms and begins to
SPARKLE. FLASHES of light bounce around his body. He's
And something's happening to Freddy's too. Steam is rising
from the creature. His feet are starting to flatten as he
lays on the ground and BLACK GOO oozes from his pores.
He's melting. And still screaming as he watches his foster
father's image turn into:
KAREN. An aura of LIGHT vanishes around her body as she
lowers her arms with a victorious yet sad look on her face.
A look of horrified realization burns in Krueger's eyes as he
sees Karen and CONTINUES to scream inhumanly.
His body dissolves, all of it liquefying into BLACK SLIME.
Gone. Just a bubbling black puddle of gunk is left. His
SHRIEK echoes through the room and everywhere else.
Then the GUNK grows and changes into a dark cloud that begins
Power Cop runs up, grabs Karen and yells.
We gotta get outta here!
Karen, almost mesmerized by the black cloud spreading in
front of her, stumbles away with Power Cop.
EXT. ELM STREET HOUSE
The Dream Police and Karen bolt out the front door and run
down the street as a RUMBLE joins Freddy's thunderous SHRIEK
and the entire town begins to SHAKE.
We stay with a shot of the house as the noise and vibrations
And the Elm Street House EXPLODES. The BLACK CLOUD punches
out the roof and the walls, sending wood and debris flying
The rubble flies into the air, hangs there for a beat, then
falls to the ground.
All is SILENT. And the dark cloud turns WHITE. The milky
fog spreads out.
EXT. ELM STREET INTERSECTION
Karen falls to her knees on the pavement, not looking back at
the destruction one block away.
The Dream Police stop running to turn to face her. Karen
hangs her head and cries.
Blade steps forward.
It took a human touch. It took knowing
HIS nightmare. Goodbye, Karen.
Karen raises her head as the Dream Police turn away.
KAREN'S POV - THE DREAM POLICE
walk off into the distance. Just as they are about to vanish
into the darkness, a FOURTH FIGURE appears and joins them in
formation. Then they all disappear.
ANGLE ON KAREN
Her mouth drops open at what she's just seen. What she
DOESN'T see is the white cloud swooping down the street
behind her. She just closes her eyes as the ivory mist
envelops her and the SCREEN GOES WHITE.
FADE IN FROM WHITE TO:
EXT. PARK BENCH - DAY
Karen lies sleeping on the bench amongst the grass and trees.
Her eyes open and squint at the bright light. She sits up
and tries to get her bearings. Some hair falls into her face
and she brushes it away. Only then noticing that she's
holding something in her hand.
She opens her hand and looks down.
It's an ID bracelet. A band of gold with a larger plate
dangling from the middle of it. Karen's hand turns it over.
This time the printing reads JACOB.
she chokes back the tears. We hear a PANTING O.S. Then a
You okay, honey?
Karen looks up as we PULL BACK. A pleasant-looking woman, no
longer a mutant, is walking her cute dog. She looks
sincerely concerned. Karen nods.
Yes. I'm alright.
I've never seen you around. Are you new
Welcome to Springwood.
The woman continues on her way. Karen sighs and puts the
bracelet on her wrist. She stands and our SHOT PULLS UP AND
AWAY as the pretty young girl starts walking through a town
she's never seen - except in her dreams.
Nightmare on Elm Street: The Final Chapter
Writers : Wes Craven Rachel Talalay
Genres : Comedy Horror Mystery