the glass with his big
knife-fingers, the sharp blades SIZZLING against the edges of the
glass as they crack it away from the frame. NANCY runs upstairs
in blind panic.
95. INT. NANCY'S ROOM. NIGHT. 95.
NANCY darts into her unlit bedroom, slams the door and locks it.
Safe at last.
She listens at the door. Nothing. She crosses to her bed.
Next
second the KILLER dives through her window and seizes her in a
shower of shattered glass!
NANCY twists and manages to grab the wrist of his knife hand with
both of hers, barely keeping the blades from her throat.
The two fall backwards in a terrible, gasping struggle, crashing
onto NANCY's bed. Her grip is broken -- the MAN stabs -- NANCY
twists away, backed into a corner of bed and walls. Defenseless,
she snatches a pillow up; the KILLER lashes out -- disemboweling
the pilow and sending a great gush of feathers flying. NANCY
dives for escape in a virtual blizzard.
The KILLER manages to snare her with his other hand, and the two
crash across the bedside table to the floor, the table and all
its contents cascading around them in a whiteout of feathers.
ANGLE AT FLOOR LEVEL -- CLOSE ON NANCY'S AND THE KILLER'S HEADS.
The blades inch towards the girl's face -- the drool of the
grizzled shadow with the horribly scarrred face spills into her
eyes. Feathers are everywhere; MUSIC is absolutely insane!
But just when the points of steel are less than an inch from her
eyes, the old fashioned alarm clock thrown to the floor next to
NANCY's head goes off with a jarring RINGGGGGGG!
96. Instantly the MUSIC STOPS. And a moment later the room is 96.
light.
WIDER as NANCY reels up, blinded by the sudden light, SCREAMING
AND FIGHTING
on her bed.
ANGLE ON GLEN, lurching from his own sleep at the frightening
noise. He discovers NANCY pressed in terror against her
headboard, clutching a pillow like a drowning woman would a
straw.
It's an intact pillow, and there isn't a feather in sight.
NANCY stares incredulously at GLEN, then around the room,
untangling herself from her bedclothes. Wary and furious, her
voice hoarse.
NANCY
Glen, you bastard...
The boy looks at his friend in groggy alarm. She's absolutely
livid, more angry than he's ever seen her, and more strange.
GLEN
What I do?
He reaches for her -- she flattens against the wall, eyes hard,
and terribly hurt, too.
NANCY
(low)
I asked you to do just one thing.
Just stay awake and watch me --
Just wake me if it looked like
I was having a bad dream.
(eyes wild)
But you. You shit -- what do
you do -- you fall asleep!
She stops herself, wiping a bit of spittle off her lip, alarmed
at how out of control she's become. And suddenly she breaks,
sinking into her torn bedclothes and rubbing her head.
NANCY (CONTD)
(mostly to herself)
I must be going nuts...
MARGE (OS)
Nancy?
Her mother's door opens OS.
GLEN
Oh, shit.
NANCY composes her voice as best she can.
NANCY
Yes, mother?
MARGE's flip-flops approach outside the door. GLEN barrels out
the window -- NANCY dives for the bed, jams off the light and
disappears under the covers. MARGE, bleary eyed herself, opens
the door and flicks on the light.
MARGE
(beat)
You okay?
NANCY
(weakly)
Yeah. Just had a little dream.
I'm falling right back to sleep.
MARGE
(beat)
Okay... You need anything, just call.
NANCY
Okay.
MARGE closes the door. NANCY immediately sits up and looks at
the window. A single bone-white feather floats down in the
moonlight. Then it's sucked outside and is gone.
97. EXT. POLICE STATION. NIGHT. 97.
GLEN's CADILLAC CONVERTABLE careens into the parking lot and
SCREECHES to a stop. GLEN and NANCY jump out and head for the
station.
GLEN
You mind telling me what's
going on?
NANCY's races into the station without answering.
GLEN (CONTD)
Oh, I see. That makes it all
perfectly clear.
98. INT. POLICE STATION. NIGHT. 98.
NANCY goes straight to the SERGEANT's desk.
NANCY
Garcia, I want to see Rod
Lane again.
GARCIA winces.
SGT GARCIA
I thought when I took the
night shift I'd have peace
and quiet for a change.
NANCY
It's urgent, we've gotta see Rod.
SGT GARCIA
It's three in the morning.
Your mother know you're out this
late?
NANCY
(faking it)
Of course -- look, at least go
back and
look at him. Just see
if he's okay.
GARCIA glances at GLEN.
GLEN
(faking it)
We have reason to think there
might be something weird going
on.
LT THOMPSON (OS)
Oh, no argument on that.
NANCY jumps around at the sound of her father's voice. LT
THOMPSON emerges from his office, rumpled and yawning.
NANCY
Dad -- what you doing here?
LT THOMPSON
It so happens I work here, and
there's an unsolved murder. I
don't like unsolved murders,
especially ones my daughter's
mixed up in -- what are
you
doing here at this hour? You're
supposed to be getting some
sleep.
GLEN
Listen, sir, this is serious.
Nancy had a nightmare about Rod
being in danger, or something,
and so she thinks...
He trails off, loosing it under LT THOMPSON's glare. Besides, he
doesn't know exactly what the hell's really going on himself.
GARCIA puts his beefy hand on NANCY's shoulder.
NANCY
I just want to see if he's okay!
SGT GARCIA
Take my word for it, Nancy. The
guy's sleeping like a baby. He's
not going anywhere.
99. INT. CELL BLOCK. NIGHT. 99.
ANGLE ON ROD in his cell. He's asleep, all right, but not safely
so. His bedsheet has come alive. It twitches, pulsates, then
snakes towards his throat.
ROD stirs, the sheet falls still; ROD slips into deeper sleep,
and the sheet moves again, completing the noose around his neck!
100. INT. BOOKING ROOM. NIGHT. 100.
NANCY makes a move for the cell block --
NANCY
This isn't your average nightmare,
Daddy -- damn it!
The door's locked; she hauls on it in desperation.
LT THOMPSON
Now
look, Nancy, don't push
it. You've already rubbed my nose
in sex, drugs and violence -- don't
start throwing in insanity!
NANCY takes that one to heart. She wheels on him and pleads, her
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