So?
NANCY
Just checking -- keep out of
sight!
GLEN throws up his hands in exasperation and walks back out of
sight. NANCY turns and looks down between the houses, deep into
a dark alleyway. Then she forces herself to walk into it.
79. EXT. ALLEY. NIGHT. 79.
MOVING WITH HER as she makes herself go deeper and deeper into
shadows. Each time she pauses and waits, the MUSIC grows more
threatening and expectant. The feeling is of immense tension --
we're sure the killer will come screaming out on her at any
second.
But he doesn't. In fact absolutely nothing happens, and NANCY
emerges from the far end of the alley unscathed. The only thing
strange is that she now finds her self looking across the mall to
80. EXT. POLICE STATION. NIGHT. 80.
The Police Station. It takes her a little by surprise, it just
seems to have appeared.
MUSIC creeps into the NIGHTMARE THEME as NANCY whispers hoarsely
back down the dark alley.
NANCY (CONTD)
Still there?
81. EXT. ALLEY. NIGHT. 81.
We only HEAR the DISTANT VOICE, slightly ECHOED.
GLEN'S VOICE (OS)
(yawning)
Still here!
NANCY
On your toes, right?
NANCY stares into the dark trying to see him, but she can't. She
turns back and makes up her mind to move without him in sight.
82. EXT. POLICE STATION. NIGHT. 82.
MUSIC MOUNTS as we MOVE WITH NANCY across the lawns to the police
station, creeping to the first lighted window she sees. It's a
low, barred basement window, and NANCY reacts as soon as she
looks through it.
83. INT. ROD'S CELL. NIGHT. 83.
NANCY'S POV down into ROD LANE's cell. The boy is on his rough
cot, twitching in disturbed sleep. And a long SHADOW is sliding
across the wall.
A big SHAPE appears in the shadowed corridor outside the boy's
cell, and as IT walks closer NANCY can barely see it's the
shambling, grimly scarred man with the filthy red and yellow
sweater and strange slouch hat pulled across his brow. The
KILLER from all of their nightmares.
And this giant shadow of a man passes
through the bars of the
cell, like so much evil Jello. Halfway through he pauses,
turning to check over his shoulder. We see the bars clearly
penetrating his body, going in his head, passing out his ankles.
Then he turns back to ROD and moves forward, and within another
heartbeat is beside the boy.
84. EXT. POLICE STATION. NIGHT. 84.
NANCY draws back sharply, swallowing in terror. She looks behind
her for help.
NANCY (CONTD)
Glen.
No answer.
NANCY (CONTD)
(louder)
Glen?!
The street is absolutely deserted. There is no motion, and no
sound save one: the distant but unmistakeable sound of GLEN
SNORING.
NANCY (CONTD)
GLEN!
A beat of silence after the shout's echoes die, then the steady,
boyish SNORES again. NANCY swears under her breath and jerks
back around, forcing herself to look again into ROD's cell.
85. INT. ROD'S CELL. 85.
IN HER POV -- the killer picks up ROD's bedsheet and tests it
between his powerful hands. Without thinking, NANCY bangs
against the glass.
NANCY (CONTD)
Rod! Look out!
The KILLER wheels around, locking eyes with NANCY. The girl goes
white. The man's face is in the light, and it's horrible --
seething with hatred and a twisted, insane intelligence.
The hold of those eyes is only broken when ROD rolls up on an
elbow with a deep, troubled GROAN. The instant ROD does this,
the KILLER fades into the shadows in the cell. But even then his
eyes hold on NANCY's until the last second he's visible.
ROD looks around the cell groggily, runs his fingers through his
matted hair, then collapses back on his pillow. No matter how
hard NANCY screams, ROD never once looks at the window. He just
pulls the twisted covers about his shoulders and succumbs once
more to sleep.
And now the bed sheet is no longer on the bed. The KILLER,
materializing out of the shadow again, is holding it between his
hands like a garrote. He looks up and leers at NANCY, then moves
for ROD.
86. EXT. POLICE STATION. NIGHT. 86.
ANGLE BACK ON NANCY. She pounds on the window, then turns in
frustration and yells into the night.
NANCY
Glen!!
She turns back to the cell in desperation.
87. OMIT OMIT 87.
88. INT. ROD'S CELL. 88.
IN NANCY'S POV we look into a cell that is quite deserted save
for ROD. Sleeping peacefully.
89. EXT. POLICE STATION. NIGHT. 89.
NANCY pulls back from the window, stunned.
NANCY
I swear...
Suddenly NANCY feels utterly exposed. She shivers, chilled and
vulnerable to the bone in her thin night clothes. She can't
move. It's as if some great nerve between her instincts and body
had been severed. And she hears the SOUND behind her. A sort of
filling-vibrating
Scrriiitchh.
MUSIC sneaks in -- the unmistakeable NIGHTMARE THEME, creeping
over her. NANCY forces herself, by sheer will, to look.
90. Ahead of her perhaps twenty-five feet, covered with a thick 90.
plastic body bag through which we can barely see her face, is
TINA. Standing square in the middle of the street. A dark ooze
of BLACK EELS roil out of its bottom, and at its top, the zipper
CHATTERS down and the greenish-white face of TINA lolls out. She
gestures, supplicating, her watery eyes desperate to convey some
desperate message.
The MUSIC FALLS TO A HUSH.
91. NANCY backs away, eyes streaming tears. 91.
NANCY
Glen, where are you! Wake up!
Glen!
DEEP RAGGED VOICE
I'm here.
NANCY twists around in horror at the same instant the KILLER
grabs for her face with his knife-fingers! The girl
intinctively pitches back, then scrambles up and runs like
hell!
NANCY
Glen! Glen!!!
92. EXT. ELM STREET. NIGHT. 92.
MOVING WITH NANCY at full gallop, running blind. She crashes
through a sawhorse into a new sidewalk, sinking into the wet
cement over her ankles. The stuff sticks to her legs in long
gluey globs and she can barely pull her feet loose.
The KILLER looms nearby,
mocking her -- his scalpel claws gleaming in the streetlight. He
just misses the girl as she wrenches free and flees again, now so
winded she can only stagger.
MOVING WITH THEM. Time after time NANCY just barely manages to
elude the shadowy form, leaping from his reach by inches and
pouring on more steam. It's too close to even bother screaming
now; and besides, that would take breath she doesn't have. The
only SOUND is of RUNNING FOOTSTEPS, RASPING BREATH and the
KNIFE-FINGERS WHISTLING through the air.
93. EXT. NANCY'S HOME. NIGHT. 93.
NANCY tears across her front lawn and into the open front door of
her home, SLAMMING it with all her might. There's a tremendously
satisfying CONCUSSION of wood against doorframe, and the LOCKS
fall shut.
94. INT. NANCY'S LIVING ROOM. NIGHT. 94.
NANCY
Glennn!!!
But her voice is garbled as if she's under water, and there's no
answer. The only clue to Glen being there at all is his distant
SNORING. Innocent. Persistent. Deep.
NANCY stops, breath in shreds, face smeared with dirt and tears.
Something is clawing the window in the dark of the kitchen.
NANCY looks and catches the MAN prying at
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