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7.8 磅 0 2 FREDDYS DEAD – THE FINAL NIGHTMARE FADE IN: INT.DC-10 AIRLINER - NIGHT JACOBJOHNSON is sleeping. It doesntlook like a pleasant experience. He is sixteen,dirty blonde, his eyes visibly movingunder closed lids as he sits huddle
Yeah, Wesley. Have a smoke.
OUR
Wesley has seen about enough of this movie. He starts to
get up
WESLEY
Fuck this.
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.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Hey.
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.
FIRST ORDERLY
Relax, Wesley.
WESLEY
Dad?
The
second orderly BOLTS into view. He
has become Freddy
Krueger.
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
one.
FREDDY
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.
FREDDY (cont'd)
Smoking's bad for your health!
Freddy
looks around, as if searching for something, then
beams as
he reaches into the air and...
FREDDY (cont'd)
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.
FREDDY (cont'd)
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
slat-black ash.
FREDDY (cont'd)
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.
FREDDY (cont'd)
Now say the secret word and you know what
you'll win...
WESLEY
Go to hell!
Freddy
grins.
FREDDY
Right...
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.
WESLEY
Noooooooo!
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.
ASSISTANT
I don't get it. The couch
is barely
scorched. And how can he
burn from just
the neck down?
CORONER
It happens.
ASSISTANT
It happens? That's your
explanation?
CORONER
I've seen worse.
We FOLLOW
them as they push the stretcher towards the
doorway.
ASSISTANT
What? What worse?
CORONER
Never mind.
Our shot
STOPS at the doorway with the fire Marshall and cop
while the
wigged-out assistant's voice trails off outside.
ASSISTANT
No. I wanna know. Really. What could
be worse than...
FIRE MARSHALL
You know what the gossip rags are going
to say? Spontaneous human
combustion.
COP
What's that?
FIRE MARSHALL
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
real.
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.
COP
He fell asleep while smoking.
What a
waste.
The kids
shoot unbelieving looks at each other as the two men
walk off.
SCOTT
That's impossible.
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,
Scott
following.
JACOB
Who?
KAREN
Wes...
JACOB
Oh my God. It's started.
SCOTT
He fucking burned alive.
KAREN
They said he fell asleep smoking.
SCOTT
And we all know that can't be.
JACOB
I already told you how it would happen.
Mr. Ross
appears behind the three teenagers, a wasted look on
his face.
SCOTT
Don't start with that shit.
JACOB
It's not shit.
DAVID
C'mon, kids. Everyone
inside. Now.
David
leads them back to the house as the coroner's van pulls
away.
INT.
KITCHEN - DAY
Jacob,
Scott, Karen and Gina stand around in various states
of utter
shock as David tries to console them.
DAVID
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.
DAVID (cont'd)
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.
SCOTT
He
would never touch a cigarette. You
know that.
DAVID
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.
JACOB
When I was put under, Freddy was
released. I know this because
I dreamed
it.
SCOTT
And that dream was real?
JACOB
Yes. Wesley was his first
victim.
SCOTT
Aw, man...
JACOB
You said it yourself. How
could it have
been a cigarette?
KAREN
And how could he...dire that way and not
wake up?
GINA
(mockingly)
Maybe the "authorities" will figure it
out.
SCOTT
I'm sorry. I just can't buy
into this.
JACOB
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.
SCOTT
You are crazy.
JACOB
Thank you. There's more. There are...
other people in there. In
the
nightmares.
KAREN
Like him?
JACOB
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.
KAREN
Who are they?
JACOB
Well, you gotta hang in there with me on
this one. They call
themselves... the
Dream Police.
Scott
actually laughs.
SCOTT
This is too much.
GINA
You mean...like cops?
JACOB
I guess.
KAREN
