can say more, ROD LANE, a
lean, Richard Gere sort in black leather and New Wave studs joins
up with them and interupts.
ROD
(to Tina)
Had a hardon this morning when
I woke up, Tina. Had your name
written all over it.
Tina cracks her gum with a look of withering indifference.
TINA
There's four letters in my name,
Rod. How could there be room
on your joint for four letters?
The guy's stopped in his tracks.
ROD
Hey, up yours with a twirling lawn
mower!
He cuts off across the lawn.
TINA
Rod says the sweetest things.
NANCY
He's nuts about you.
TINA
Yeah, nuts.
TINA makes a face and rakes her fingernails across a tree as she
passes.
TINA (CONTD)
(yawns)
Anyway, I'm too tired to worry
about the creep. Couldn't get
back to sleep at all.
(beat)
So what you dream?
NANCY
Forget it, the point is,
every-
body has nightmares once in a while.
No biggy.
GLEN
Next time you have one, just
tell yourself that's just all
it is, right while you're having
it, y'know? That's the trick.
Once you do that, you wake right
up. At least it works for me.
TINA looks at GLEN sharply. He kisses NANCY and darts off for
class.
TINA
Hey! You have a nightmare too?
But GLEN's gone.
TINA (CONTD)
Maybe we're gonna have the Big
Earthquake. They say things get
weird just before that...
BELLS ARE RINGING, and STUDENTS crowding; TINA and NANCY are
drawn into the crush.
FADE TO BLACK
8. EXT. A VALLEY STREET. NIGHT. 8.
ANGLE ON A MODEST HOME; no car, just a couple of BIKES in the
drive. Every light in the house and yard is turned on. We HEAR
the rock group MADNESS played at a 'No adults home' volume.
9. INT. TINA'S LIVING ROOM. NIGHT. 9.
ON GLEN, dialing. Nancy and TINA are watching, giggling.
TINA
I can't believe his mother let him
come over here.
NANCY
Right. Well, she didn't, exactly...
GLEN shoves a cassette into TINA's Ghetto Blaster.
GLEN
(to TINA)
See, I got this cousin who lives
near the airport, that it's okay
for me to stay with, right? So I
found this sound effects tape at
Licorice Pizza, and...
The phone is answered. GLEN jerks the tone arm off the record
with a SCRUUPT!!
GLEN (CONTD)
Hello, Mom?
(pushes the 'play' button)
Yeah, out here at Barry's.
A JET PLANE begins to make itself heard on the tape. GLEN moves
the machine closer to the phone. It's a big plane -- sounds like
a 747 coming in for a landing.
GLEN (CONT)
Huh? Yeah, noisy as usual. Glad
we don't live here -- huh? Yeah,
Aunt Eunice says hello.
The Jet is SCREAMING IN now, full flaps and howling like a
monstrous banshee. NANCY and TINA dissolve into muffled
giggles.
GLEN (CONT)
(shouting over the din)
Right, right -- I'll call you in the
morning! Right! Huh? Yeah, sure,
I, huh?...
Suddenly the tape goes silent. GLEN blanches. Next moment
another ENGINE is heard, but this one is a FORD LOTUS screaming
by at 180 mph.
GLEN (CONT)
(reacting to his mother's
reaction)
Uh... some kid's drag racing
outside, I think...
The sound effect changes abruptly to a SPEEDING SEDAN -- and the
ages-old SCREECH of BRAKES, last-second SCREAM and horrible
COLLISION. NANCY gamely tries to find the right button to turn
it off, but misses. There's a loud SCREEK of fast-forward mayhem
-- Glen improvises desperately.
GLEN (CONT)
Listen, Mom, I got to go -- I
think there's been an accident out
front -- I --
NANCY jumps back from the cassette player -- WORLD WAR II bursts
out at top volume -- MACHINE GUNS, HAND GRENADES, DIVING BEARCATS
and SHOUTS of charging Huns. GLEN makes a last-ditch dive and
flings the cassette out of the machine.
Blessed silence at last.
GLEN (CONT)
Right. I'll call the police. No,
just some neighbors having a fight,
I guess. I'm fine, I'm fine!
Call you in the morning!
He hangs up and sags back.
NANCY
Worked like a charm.
GLEN
Jesus.
TINA shoves another cassette in, and MICHAEL JACKSON'S 'THRILLER'
blasts from the STEREO. The kids relax, the CAMERA GLIDES PAST
THEM TO THE WINDOW.
The WIND is moving the bare TREE BRANCH outside. CAMERA PANS
BACK to the comfortably threadbare room, uneasy. We see NANCY
poking at a flame in the hearth as TINA comes FOREGROUND to draw
the drapes.
NANCY
Nice to have a fire.
TINA
Really. Turn 'er up a little.
NANCY turns a nearby valve handle, and the gas fire climbs
brightly over its artificial log. TINA joins her, heartened.
NANCY
Maybe we should call Rod, have him
come over too. He might get jealous.
TINA
Rod and I are done. He's too much
of a maniac.
GLEN
He should join the Marines, they
could make something out of him.
Like a hand grenade.
TINA laughs despite herself. NANCY brightens.
NANCY
See? You've forgotten the bad
dream. Didn't I tell you?
TINA shakes her head, wishing she had forgotten.
TINA
All day long I been seeing that
guy's weird face, and hearing
those fingernails...
NANCY looks up with a flinch.
NANCY
Fingernails?
(blinks, laughing)
That's amazing, you saying that.
It made me remember the dream I
had last night.
TINA looks up.
TINA
What you dream?
NANCY
I dreamed about this guy in a
dirty red and yellow sweater;
I dream in color, y'know; he
walked into the room I was in,
right, right through the wall,
like it was smoke or something,
and just stared at me. Sort of
...obscenely. Then he walked
out through the wall on the
other side. Like he'd just
come to check me out...
The story has left the room deathly quiet. Especially TINA seems
effected.
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