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[ Children Chattering, Clamoring Indistinct ]
[ Children Continues Clamoring, Fades Out ]
[ Metal Clinking ]
[ Fire Roaring ]
[ Thumping In Table ]
[ Knife Slicing ]
[ Chop, Blood Squelch ]
[ Man #1 ] More blood !
Great. Keep it comin'.
[ Animatronic Whirs ]
Chuck, Terry, pump away.
- [ Animatronic Whirring ] - Don't be stingy.
Okay, watch that arm.
I can see that fake arm.
Okay, Chase, keep that claw really movin'.
Jeffrey, jam it on there just like Freddy would.
- [ Animatronic Whirring ] - Good ! Good, good !
And cut !
Print that, Gretchen.
[ Woman ] Thank you, sir ! Seven only.
Chase, you're a genius.
This makes his old claw look like ''Mother Teresa's mitten.''
You better thank them. They're very sensitive.
- Chuck, Terry, great blood. Oh-ho ! [ Chuckles ] - Thank you very much.
[ Crew Talking, Chattering ]
Some of our best work.
Hey, monkey man--
Wanna see some neat stuff ?
- Yeah ! [ Laughs ] - Chase. - Come on.
It's only make believe.
I'll talk to you later.
- Marianne, I gotta go ! - Okay.
Low bridge.
[ Crew Talking, Indistinct ]
[ Continues Talking ]
Let's see if we can't find somethin'...
to scare the P.J.'s off Mommy.
[ Drill Whirring ]
Hey, Heather.
- You hungry, Dylan ? - Yeah.
[ High-pitched Screeching ]
[ Giggles ]
Ohhh ! Gotcha ! [ Chuckling ]
It should have flexed more.
[ Heather ] Chase.
I think the servos got shorted out with blood.
Well--
Take it apart, pull it out...
and insulate them with some styro.
The thing wasn't meant to be submerged, for Pete's sake.
- I don't like that thing. - That thing puts bread on out table.
[ Little Boy ] Is it alive, Daddy ?
Heather !
- You're in the next shot. - Might as well be, Dylan.
State of the art animatronics,
enhanced with bio-organic graftin'.
Bull tendons--
Nerve bundles from a live doberman.
Chase.
[ Animatronic Whirring, Knife Slices ]
Oh ! Whoa.
- [ Gasps ] - Ow ! Ouch ! Oh, *** !
Chuck ! [ Groans ]
It must've have picked up a signal...
from an eighties walkie-talkie.
- It's off ? - Yes.
Funny...
it's warm-- Just like a real hand.
[ Chuckles ]
- [ Choking ] - [ Gasps ] Aaah !
Oh, God !
[ Groaning, Choking, Retching ]
[ Continues Choking ]
[ Wes ] What the hell's going on here ?
- Cut the effects ! - Chase !
Terry, where is it ?
Terry !
Chuck, get off me !
Heather !
Heather ! Where is it ?
[ Man #2 ] Chase ! Where the hell is it ?
[ Gasping ] Dylan !
- [ Metal Screeching, High-pitched ] - [ Gasps ]
Come on.
[ Groaning, Gasps ]
Aaah ! Aaah ! Aaaaaaaah !
- What the *** ? - Aaaaaaaaaaah !
[ Continues Shouting ]
Dylan ?
No, Chase !
Nooooooooo !
Aaah !
- [ Glass Shattering ] - [ Rumbling Louder ]
[ Chase ] Earthquake !
- Come on. - Okay.
[ Dylan Screams ] Mommy !
[ Continues Rumbling ]
- Dylan ! - Heather !
Dylan !
- [ Gasps ] - [ Continues Rumbling ]
[ Stops Rumbling ]
[ Panting ]
- [ Water Splashing ] - [ Car Alarm Blaring From Distance ]
What is that ?
Car alarms.
[ Sighs, Scoffs ]
- You okay ? - [ Dylan ] Yeah.
You okay, chief ?
No.
Honey, do you have a fever ?
Just another earthquake--
Dylan.
Gettin' kind of fun, huh ?
Daddy. Blood.
It's nothin', guys.
- It's a scratch. - Really ?
Where did you get that ?
I don't know.
Picture, I guess.
When it fell.
It's no big deal. Huh ?
Put a bandage on it.
Don't worry about it.
[ Whooping, Laughs ]
[ Siren Wailing Approaches ]
[ Anchorwomen On TV ] Geologists at cal tech--
Have confirmed that this mornin's aftershock,
- Do we have to watch that ? - [ TV Continues ] 5.3 on the richter scale.
Thought you turned it on.
To cause further collapse--
Of the already badly damaged parkin' structure--
- [ Sighs ] I'll turn it off. - Officials say that this is normal...
following a quake of last week's magnitude.
Now thought to be a massive 6.8.
[ TV Turning Off ]
[ Remote Control Puts On Table ]
Dylan, this is breakfast, not arts and crafts.
[ Making Roar Sound ]
- What ? - Did you get any sleep last night ?
More or less.
Okay, time to get dressed.
I'm late.
You goin' away ?
Just for a few hours. Julie will be with you.
Is there anythin' other than the obvious--
Botherin' you ?
I think five earthquakes in three weeks is enough, sweetie.
- Hasn't been another phone call, has there ? - No.
Oh. Good sign.
Two full weeks without him.
Maybe he got hit by a truck.
- [ Sighs In Relief ] He's closer, if anythin'. - It's givin' me nightmares, Chase.
Do you have one last night ?
Aw, it's just the earthquakes, Heather.
Maybe.
- Maybe I shouldn't do this interview today. - No.
You gotta get back on the horse sometime.
Look, you had a nut case makin' harrassin' phone calls.
I know how scary that's been.
No-- You don't.
Okay--
I don't.
But it doesn't mean that it can't be over.
Yeah, but what if it isn't over ?
- Maybe you should tell me your dream. - Oh, it was nothin'.
I was--
Hmmmm.
You and I were workin' on this movie--
Together... for once--
And one of your special effects--
Went really wrong.
And Chuck and Terry got, hurt--
[ Laughs, Chuckles ]
And, uh...
well, you fingers were cut.
- Right here ? - [ Laughing ]
Heather--
You were probably half awake and saw my fingers get nicked when the mirror fell.
- Dreams are like that. - Hmm.
Look, if you don't want me to go on this job, I won't.
Just be careful, okay ?
I think I can survive two days in Palm Springs...
supplyin' soap bubbles for a detergent commercial.
I guess so.
- You guess so ? - Yeah.
Come here.
Mmm.
48 hours.
I'll be back in no time.
I gotta go.
Okay.
Mmm.
Hey !
I love what you've done with the place.
Knock them dead.
[ Sighs ]
[ Chase ] Dylan, I gotta go.
- Take care of Mommy. - [ Dylan ] Bye.
[ Door Opens, Closes ]
[ Rumbling ]
[ Wood Creaking ]
[ Cracking ]
## [ ''A Nightmare On Elm Street Theme'' ]
[ Woman Whispering Voice On TV ] Nancy.
Nancy.
[ Tearing, Scraping ]
Dylan, I don't want you watchin' this.
[ High-pitched Screams ]
- Dylan, what's wrong ? What's gotten into you ? - [ Continues Screaming ]
- [ Screaming Stops ] - [ Phone Ringing Loudly ]
[ Phone Continues Ringing ]
- Hello ? - [ Male Voice On Phone ] One, two--
[ Phone Slams Receive ]
[ Phone Rings ]
- Hello ? - Freddy's coming for you ! - [ Phone Slams ]
[ Door Opens ]
Chase !
## [ Rock Guitar On Radio With A Truck ]
## [ Fades Out ]
[ Door Closes, Locks ]
- Someone's comin'. - What ?
[ Rumbling Loudly ]
[ Rattling ]
[ Rumbling Continues ]
[ Pan Clatters ]
- Are you okay, honey ? - Yes. - [ Doorbell Ringing ]
[ Woman ] Heather !
[ Knocking On Door ]
- [ Groans Softly ] - [ Door Knocking ]
- Hey. - Is everything okay ?
Yeah, it's just these quakes.
Did you just feel a little one just now ?
- No. - A big truck went by.
Right before you opened the door.
It's life on the fault line.
- [ Julie ] Hey, tiger ! - [ Dylan ] Hi, Julie.
[ Groans ]
Does he feel warm to you ?
He had a fever this mornin', I think.
Hmm. No, he seems okay.
- Are you sure that's all that's wrong ? - [ Phone Ringing ]
Leave us alone, you son of a *** !
[ Man Over Phone ] L.A. Limousine, ma'am.
Just wanted you to know I'm out front.
[ Phone Hangs Up ]
[ Door Opens ]
I'm sorry. Can you hang on a minute ?
[ Bike Bell Dinging In Distant, Audible ]
[ Sighs ]
- [ Creaking Hinges, Door Closes ] - Heather--
-What is it ? -I don't know.
I just have this weird feelin' today.
[ Dylan ] Mommy ? Stay home, then.
Dylan-- [ Groans, Sighing ]
This damn caller.
- He's started again ? - That sick ***.
Sorry.
You know... Dylan doesn't seem to have a fever.
It's probably just your nerves.
Nerves ?
I just meant from the shaker this mornin'.
Everybody's been freaked out, about how many we've been havin'.
- And then these phone calls. - [ Phone Ringing ]
Don't answer it.
[ Phone Ringing Continues ]
- Hello ? - [ Man On Phone ] Excuse me, ma'am, but we are goin' to be late.
[ Phone Puts Down ]
Okay.
[ Footstep Approaches ]
- [ Heather ] Dylan, I gotta go. Forgive me ? - [ Dylan ] Bye. [ Sighs Softly ]
I'll call the cops for you.
You've got the number on the fridge, right ?
You just give them the time they called... and then they're keppin' this list, supposedly.
And, Julie--
I'm really sorry.
My nerves are a little raw these days.
It's okay.
[ Door Closes ]
[ Man Laughing ]
[ Laughter ]
Yeah. I gotta go.
- [ Man ] Mornin'. - Good mornin'.
You played that girl.
In that movie.
With the guy with the-- [ Making Knife Slices Sounds ]
Yeah, sure.
That's you.
That's what I love about this job.
I get to meet the starts.
- I'm hardly a star. - What are you kiddin' ?
I love you stuff.
The first was the best.
Where the girlfriend's cut open and dragged across the ceilin'.
- It was awesome. - And when all that blood comed out of your boyfriend's bed ?
I thought I did ***.
But they never should have killed off Freddy.
[ Door Opens ]
- [ Man ] Heather ! Look, we gotta go ! - Cuttin' it kind of close, aren't you ?
What are you tryin' to get me fired ?
- [ Door Closes ] - Okay ! Okay, okay ! We're comin' !
No ! No ! No ! No ! No !
[ Man #2 ] So, Heather... we're approachin' the 10th anniversary of the whole ''Nightmare On Elm Street'' thing.
I mean-- the original, five very popular sequels.
How has all the success affected you personally ?
- I don't know if it reallly has, Sam. - I-- [ Laughs, Chuckling ]
God. [ Sighing ]
With the exception of one and three...
I pretty much stayed out of it, and, uh--
Well, you know, I'm doin' a lot more television now...
so those hours let me spend a lot more time--
with my husband and my little boy.
- That's right. You have a little boy. - What's his name ?
Dylan.
With Dylan, does that change your feelin'...
your perspective about horror movies ?
No, not really.
I mean... would you let him see one of your movies ?
My son ? No.
I'm sure people ask you this all the time--
Is there goin' to be another sequel...
and what's more...
is Freddy really dead ?
Of course he is. Freddy's dead and gone.
And how about your costar in the original--
In nightmare one...
Would you trust him alone with Dylan ?
- Robert ? - I don't know.
Why don't we ask him how he did feel about it ?
We've got a big surprise for you, Heather...
and for our audience.
Let's bring him out.
He is the best of the bad.
Let's say hello to Robert Englund !
[ Ripping Sound ]
- [ Crowd Applause, Cheering ] - ## [ ''A Nightmare On Elm Street Theme'' ]
[ Crowd Continues Cheering ]
- [ Evilly Laugh ] Oh, yeah ! Ha-ha ! - [ Hand Clapping, Indistinctly ]
[ Cackles ] Love ya, babe !
We'll do lunch ! [ Laughs ]
## [ Continues ]
I'm alive once again !
Freddy's back ! Give it up for your Uncle Freddy !
[ Cackling Hysterically ]
Just when you thought it was safe to get back into bed !
[ Cackles In Evilly ]
Give me five !
I'm back, and I'm badder than ever !
Yeah ! Yeah !
[ Crowd Chanting ] Freddy ! Freddy ! Freddy !
- ## [ ''A Nightmare On Elm Street Theme'' Continues ] - [ Crowd Chanting Continues ]
[ Laughs ] You are all my children now !
[ Cackling ]
[ Kids Shouting, Talking Indistinct ]
I go to go, Robert.
Um, just a second. I'll walk you.
There you go, kids.
[ Children Chattering Indistinct ]
- [ Kid ] Thank you. - Bye-bye !
You okay ?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Well, everythin' went great, I thought.
We really got you, didn't we ?
I don't know why you didn't tell me.
- Oh, come on. They loved the ''expression.'' - On your face.
I think they did like to see us together again.
In what, a romantic comedy ?
Just because it's a love story--
Doesn't mean you can't have a decapitation or two.
- [ Man #3 ] Heather, there's a call for you. - For me ?
Listen, I'll talk to you later.
- Bye, bye. - Bye, bye.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
- Hello ? - [ Woman Over Phone ] Heather, it's Sara Risher over at ''New Line Cinema.''
How are you ? [ Chuckles ]
- Hi, Sara. How are you ? - This is a voice from the past.
It sure is.
Well, listen, Heather... I won't take but a minute.
It's just that we have somethin' to propose to you, and I wonder if you did stop by the offices.
Bob would love to talk to you.
Well, sure. When ?
- No time like the present. The car will brin' you over. - Now ?
Just take a minute.
You'll be glad you did... I bet. Bye.
[ Clicks, Phone Beeps ]
- [ Car Approaches ] - [ Limousine Door Opens, Closes ]
[ Phone Ringing, Officers Chattering Indistinctly ]
- Can I help you ? - I'm here to see Bob Shaye.
Was Bob expectin' you ?
- Heahter. - Hi.
Sara. How are you ?
I'm fine.
How are you ?
Great to see you.
- You look great. - Thank you.
Bob is dyin' to see you.
Can I get you somethin' to drink ?
Coffee would be fine.
Black ?
Black's fine.
- Kim, could you get us some coffee ? - Sure. Thanks.
[ Man ] I think the guy is a little bit of a jerk...
but we won't know until we've read the script.
Anyhow, I'll give you a call when I--
Hey ! Listen, man, I got to go.
See you later, okay ?
Thanks.
Call me when you get to Milan--
- And don't forget... Risotto Con Tartufi. It's fantastico ! - [ Siren Wailing In Distance, Faintly ]
Yeah, take care, man. I'll talk to you later. Bye.
- Boy, do you look great, Heather. - Thanks.
How are you ?
Great. I'm fine.
And I don't have to ask how you're doin'.
Well, so far so good. Which, by the way--
is why we asked you to come by today ?
-Aw, thanks, Kim. -Sure.
Look, Heather, let me cut to the Chase.
How would you like to join us in the definitive nightmare ?
I thought you killed Freddy off.
Well, we did, but the fans...
...you know, the fans, God bless them--
They're clamorin' for more.
I guess evil never dies, right ?
Anyhow, a few weeks ago, I got a call from Wes--
And he pitched me this really excitin' idea...
and I started thinkin'.
''Who better to resurrect Freddy than his creator'' ?
Well, I thought Wes stopped doin' horror movies.
[ Scoffs, Groans ]
Do you know he actually told me--
He hadn't called me in the last ten years because he hadn't had any really scary nightmares ?
- They're his inspiration for this thing. - Anyhow, h-he's right in the middle of the script.
Which means he's havin' nightmares again.
Well, he's very excited about it.
The nightmares ?
No, sweetie, the script.
And you should be, too... because--
You're the star.
I don't know, Bob.
I'm flattered, really--
But I have a kid now, and...
well, so ?
- So, I'm not sure about doin' horror. - Aw, come on, Heather ! Kids love horror.
[ Sighs ] Thank you so much, Bob.
I have other things happenin'.
Heather, look, I promise you we'll match any offer that's on the table for you.
No, it's not that.
It's--
Look, I have a fan.
Heather, you got plenty of fans.
We've been doin' marketin' research on you.
You are ratin' right up there.
Look, we've got Chase workin' on a prototype for the new glove.
- It's really-- - [ Heather ] What ?
Okay, I know.
We asked him to kind of keep it as a surprise until you and I could have this conversation.
Bob--
How long has Wes been workin' on this script ?
I don't know.
A couple of months. Why ?
And since you've been thinkin' and makin' it--
Has anythin' funny happened ?
What do you mean ?
Well, like, weird phone calls.
[ Phone Ringing ]
- Or Nightmares. - [ Phone Continues Ringing ]
-Why don't you anwser your phone, Bob ? -[ Continues Ringing ]
That's what we got people we pay around here for.
Will someone pick up the damn phone ?
[ Phone Rings ]
[ Vehicle Approaching ]
[ Birds Chirping ]
[ Engine Turning Off ]
[ Car Door Opens, Closes ]
[ Door Opens ]
- Thanks a lot. - [ Man ] You're a welcome.
[ Dylan Shouts In Panic ]
[ Car Door Closes ]
- [ Dylan Continues Shouting ] - Dylan ?
[ Bird Cawing In Distance ]
[ Dylan Groans ]
[ Groaning, Screaming ]
[ Dylan Screams In Horror ]
[ Dylan Gasping Hysterically ]
[ In Weakly Voice ] Never sleep again.
Never sleep again.
[ Groans, Wails ]
[ Dylan Crying ]
Aw. What's goin' on ?
You didn't let him watch the movie on TV, did you ?
- Movie ? - He didn't watch anythin' on TV.
He was takin' his nap, and I heard him screamin'.
Honey, are you okay ?
[ Groans In Weakly ] Rex saved me.
He did ?
[ Sighing ]
[ Dylan ] Is rex goin' to die ?
No ! Rex is not going to die.
I promise you, sweetie.
- Do you know where the sewin' stuff is in the kitchen ? - Sure.
We'll do an operation, okay ?
Come on.
Dr. Dylan & Dr. Julie.
Fix him up good as new, okay ?
[ Man ] Hey, Chase ! You've got a call.
It's your wife.
[ Phone Beeping ]
- [ Chase ] Heather. - [ Heather Over Phone ] Chase, hi.
Chase, you better come home.
Aw, Heather, I'm stuck here.
Neither Chuck or Terry came in today.
Why ? What's the matter ?
- Chase, it's Dylan ? - What ?
[ Sound Buzzing, Static Hissing ]
Hold on. The phone's breakin' up.
Okay. What's going on with Dylan ?
- He's had some sort of a-- Episode. - What ?
What kind of episode ?
He was just actin' very strangely.
Like somebody was after him.
It's scary. It scared me.
He was actin' like, like what ?
Like Freddy.
Heather, has there been another phone call ?
Chase, why didn't you tell me, you were workin' on a new glove ?
And why aren't Chuck and Terry at work today ?
Forget those clowns... Heather.
Answer me.
Has there been another phone call today or not ?
Yes.
[ Sighs ]
Okay. I'm comin' home.
- I'll be there in three hours. - [ Phone Beeps Off ]
Danny, I got to go.
- [ Man #3 ] What's up, Chase ? - Hey.
My kid's sick.
I got to fly.
[ Truck Engine Starts ]
[ Engine Revving, Deparuting ]
[ Crickets Chirping ]
[ Heather ] ''As soon as the sun was up...
the witch made Gretel fetch wood--
And kindle a fire.''
''We will bake cookies first she said...
...I've heathed the oven and kneaded the dough.
''Crawl in and see if the fire is blazin' high enough now...
and she pushed Gretel toward the oven.''
''The witch went to shut the door--
And bake her once she was inside.''
Dylan, this is so violent.
I don't know why you like these stupid old fairy tales.
Finish, please.
- They're gonna give you nightmares. - [ Dylan ] I like this story.
[ Sighs, Scoffs ]
''But Gretel guessed what the witch was plannin', I don't know how to get in, Gretel said.''
How am I to manage it ?
''Stupid girl, shouted the witch--
Rushin' up to the oven.''
''The openin' is big enough. See ?
I can fit myself.
''Then quickly, Gretel came behind and pushed with all her might, plungin' the wicked old woman headlong...
into the flames.
''Bangin' the door shut and boltin' it tight...
the witched howled--
That's enough.
''The witch howled like a scalded cat, but Gretel ran and left her there to perish nonetheless.''
''She ran to her brother as fast as she could... flung open the door...
Hansel ! Hansel, she cried.
We're saved !
The witch is dead.
Time for sleep.
Say how they find their way back home.
- Tomorrow night. - No. Tonight.
It's important.
Dylan, you know as well as I do.
They followed the trail of breadcrumbs back to their house.
And then their father covered them with kisses... and they were safe.
- They were safe, and they could sleep. - Come on.
What is that ?
Rex.
Come on.
Rex keeps him down there.
Who ?
The mean old man with the claws.
He wants to come up while we sleep.
- I keep my feet up here. - Rex keeps him down there.
He's my guard.
You should have a guard, too.
Dylan.
There's nothin' down there.
- Come here. - Look.
See ?
It's different when you're gone.
Come on.
On, please.
Okay, sweetie.
Night-night.
Sleep night.
Don't let the bedbugs bite.
Daddy comin' home ?
He's on his way.
- He can follow the breadcrumbs, right ? - Right.
[ Door Closes ]
If the birds don't eat them first.
[ Truck Approaching ]
## [ ''Blues'' By J. Peter Robinson ]
## [ Rock On Radio With Truck ]
[ Tire Screech ]
## [ Radio Continues ]
[ Phone Beeps, Rings ]
[ Dials ]
[ Static Buzzing Growing Louder ]
[ Groans ]
[ Static Continues Buzzing ]
Perfect ! Perfect ! Perfect !
## [ Radio Rock ]
[ Static Continues Buzzing ]
[ Tire Squeal ]
[ Radio Channel Changing ]
## [ Radio Singing ]
## [ Man Singing With Rock On Radio ]
[ Men Talking, Chattering On Radio ]
[ Static Continues Buzzing ]
[ Radio Turning Off ]
[ Groans ]
Come on ! Come on ! Come on ! Come on !
Come on ! Come on ! Come on ! Come on !
[ Singing Song Along ] # That's me in the corner #
## [ Humming Tune ]
# That's me in the spot #
# Light #
# Light #
## [ Yawns, Groaning ]
# Losing my #
# Religion ##
[ Blades Rustling ]
- [ Gasps, Yells ] - [ Tire Screeching ]
[ Continues Yelling ]
- [ Truck Crashes ] - [ Gasps, Pants ]
[ Dylan ] Mommy's scared ?
Dylan.
Mommy's fine.
It was just a bad dream.
What are you doin' out of bed ?
Rex woke me up.
He was fightin'.
Dylan, go back to sleep, honey.
- I'm not sleepy. - [ Doorbell Ringing ]
[ Knocking At Door ]
[ Policeman #1 ] Hello ?
[ Knocking Continues ]
Police, ma'am. Will you open the door ?
[ Knocking Continues ]
[ Door Opens ]
[ Police Radio Chatter, Indistinct ]
[ Crickets Chirping ]
- Heather Langenkamp ? - Yes ?
Is Chase Porter your husband ?
Yes.
I'm afraid there was an accident.
It appears he fell asleep while drivin', ma'am.
[ Crying Softly ] Is he--
I mean--
Is he hurt ?
I'm afraid it's worse than that, ma'am.
Is he dead ?
[ Stuttering In Depressed ] Yes, ma'am.
[ Crying, Sniffling ]
[ Sobbing Softly ]
Are you sure it's him ?
We have his effects.
- You can confirm from that. - I want to see his body.
No, you don't, ma'am. It's not necessary.
I want to see it for myself.
[ Elevator Bell Dings ]
[ Woman Whimpering, Crying, Hollering In Foreign Language ]
[ Continues Crying, Whimpering In Distance ]
[ Saw Blade Whirring ]
[ Blade Continues Whirring ]
- [ Man #1 ] Can you hand me that ? - [ Continues Whirring ]
[ Man #2 ] Sure.
[ Scoffs, Clearing Throat ] Excuse me.
Could I help you ?
- Porter. - [ Saw Whirring Stops ]
[ Man Chattering, Indistinctly ]
Chase Porter.
It's, it's back here.
[ Whirring Again ]
You said Chase ?
- Hmm. - I'm sorry.
Just sign here at the bottom.
That's all we need.
- I'd like to see once again. - I'm sorry ?
Could you lift the sheet again, please ?
More, please.
What is that ?
[ Board Puts Down On Table ]
It was bad wreck, ma'am.
The head's gonna be all right...
for the funeral and all, but--
[ Gasps, Retches ]
- Hey, lady. You okay ? - [ Groans, Whimpers ]
You sure ?
Hmmm. Yes. [ Crying ]
Oh, God. What did that ?
Well, they said the truck was tore up somethin' awful, so you can imagine him not being in--
Well, exactly top shape.
It looks like--
- He was clawed. - Yeah.
Well, that's why we don't lift sheet past the face, ma'am.
Sometime's it's what we don't see that gets us through the night.
So, uh, if you'll just sign.
[ Footsteps Walking, Departuring ]
[ Birds Chirping ]
- [ Casket Creaks ] - [ Metal Squeaking ]
[ Man #4 ] God is our hope and strength...
a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear--
Though the earth be moved and though the hills be carried into the midst of the sea--
Though the hills be carried into the midst of the sea-- Though the waters thereof rage and swell, and though--
Mountains shake at the tempest of the same--
[ Wind Howling ]
[ Birds Squawking ]
- [ People Screaming, Shouting ] - [ Statue Crashing ]
[ Rumbling Grower Loudly ]
- [ Casket Crashes ] - [ Gasps ] Look !
Aagghh !
[ Rumbling Stops ]
[ Voices Whispering, Mutters Indistinctly ]
[ Whispering Becomes Growing Louder ]
[ Continues Whispering ]
- Julie, where's Dylan ? - [ Julie ] I, I don't know.
[ Voices Whispering Continues ]
[ Freddy Cackling Evilly ]
- Aagghh ! Help ! Mommy ! - Dylan !
- Mommy ! - Dylan !
Dylan, grab Mommy's hand.
Grab it !
Oh, my God !
Hurry !
[ Gasping, Whimpering ] Oh, no.
Aaah ! [ Screaming ]
[ Continues Whimpering ]
Aaggh !
[ Shrieks ]
Let go of me !
- No ! - [ Whisper Voice ] Stay with me.
- No ! No ! No ! - Stay with me, Heather.
No-o-o-o-o-o-o !
[ Grunts In Frustration ]
Where's Dylan ? Where's Dylan ?
[ John ] He's all right.
He's all right. He's right here.
[ Heather Breathing Heavily ]
Aww, what happened ?
It was an earthquake.
You got knocked off your feet.
You got a pretty good bump, actually.
[ Man #4 ] May he rest in peace-- Children.
And may you all get home safely.
- Amen. - Amen. - Amen.
[ Casket Creaking ]
[ People Murmuring, Chattering Indistinct ]
[ Siren Wailing In Distance ]
If there's anythin' I can do, Heather, anythin'.
Thank you, Robert.
[ Birds Bawling In Distance, Reverberates ]
[ Crickets Chirping ]
## [ ''A Nightmare On Elm Street Theme'' Intro ]
Sweetie ?
## [ ''A Nightmare On Elm Street Theme'' Continues ]
[ Nancy On TV ] Tina ?
[ Muttering, Indistinctly ]
[ Whispering Quietly ] Dylan.
Tina ?
Tina ?
Hey.
Who are you ?
[ Knife Clinging ]
[ Freddy Cackling On TV ]
Dylan.
Baby, wake up.
- [ Dylan Gasps, Shrieks ] - Honey. Dylan !
- [ Continues Shrieking ] - Dylan get over here ! Honey ! Honey !
- [ Screaming In Horror ] - Shh !
Shh ! Shh ! Shh ! Shhh !
[ Dylan Gasping Hysterically ]
- Okay, sugar, we're gonna go back to bed now. - No, Mommy, I can't sleep there.
Honey, you have to sleep.
[ Singing Song Along ] # One, two, Freddy's coming for you ##
Where did you hear that ?
Did you hear that on that movie ?
Did you answer the phone ?
- Dylan, where did you hear that song ? - In my bed.
In your bed ?
Under my covers.
Kids singin'.
Way down there with the man...
the mean man.
What is that man doin' ?
Tryin' to get up.
Tryin' to get up into our world.
[ Fearfully Gasp ]
Dylan !
[ No Audio Dialouge ]
[ Water Running ]
[ Crickets Chirping ]
- [ Dylan ] Where's Daddy, now ? - Daddy's in heaven.
He's with God now.
Do you have to--
Die to see God ?
I don't think so.
- I think you have to pray. - And reach out.
Why does God let there be bad things ?
I honestly don't know, honey.
Please try to get some sleep.
Can you come with me in my dreams ?
I think that only happens in the movies ?
But I'll always, always--
Be right here when you get back.
And I'll make sure that nobody gets your toes.
Uh-huh ?
[ Sighs ]
[ Children Shouting, Indistinctly ]
[ Children Continues Shouting, Indistinct ]
[ Heather ] I know his behavior is bizarre but he's usually so normal and we'll adjusted, John--
I just can't believe it's him and not somethin' outside influencin' him.
- Or is that how denial works ? - Well, it is denial.
I don't think that's the case here.
Look, if you're really worried about Dylan... have a doctor check him out.
You'll see. Everything's fine.
- You're not just sayin' that to help a crazy friend cope, are you ? - [ Sighs ]
Everything about Dylan's behavior is understable for a kid who just lost his father.
How does a child process a thing like that ?
- I don't know. - [ Bike Bell Dinging ]
I've not been able to process it very well myself.
And you're not crazy, by the way.
Seein' Freddy in that grave feels pretty crazy and then jumpin' in--
You didn't jump in.
That's my memory.
It seemed absolutey real.
''Seemed, not ''was.''
It's--
It's in my family, you know.
What is ?
A very close relative died in an institution.
Really ? Well, if having a screwy family made a person crazy, the whole world would be one big loony bin.
[ Chuckles, Sighs ]
You have a crazed fan after you.
That's what's makin' you crazy.
- And probably Dylan, too. - I never mentioned that to him.
Kids now.
Kids now when somethin's buggin' the parent.
You have no idea who this is callin' ?
- Freddy, for all I know. - Come on.
He's a man.
Or a boy with a deep, you know--
Freddy voice.
Six weeks of this, and you're surprised you got Freddy in your dreams ?
Hell, Sonny Bono, after a while, began seein' his stalker everywhere, even at mass.
- Really ? - And how many times did letterman call the cops...
thinkin' that woman was down in the kitchen again ?
Yeah.
Really gets under your skin if you, if you let it.
You really think Dylan's okay ?
Dylan's fine.
You're fine.
You're hurtin' but you're fine, and you're definitely not crazy.
My worst fear that whatever madness is in my family I have.
[ Dylan Groans, Sighs ]
And I've passed it onto Dylan.
- Dylan ! - [ Dylan Screams ]
[ Screaming Continues ]
- Heather ! - Dylan !
Make sure he's okay, John.
Yeah. Are you all right ?
Dylan ! Oh, my God !
Are you okay ?
Huh ?
Are you sure ? Does anythin' hurt ?
Dylan, are you all right ?
Honey.
Are you all right ? Are you sure ?
[ Dylan ] God wouldn't take me.
Oh, my God. Oh, honey.
[ John ] It's unbelievable. [ Sighs ]
[ Car Approaches ]
[ Birds Chirping ]
[ Dog Barking In Distance ]
[ Birds Twittering From Distance ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Phone Rings ]
- [ Phone Beeps ] - Yeah ?
Robert.
Heather, you doing all right ?
Hangin' in there.
You know the guy that was callin' me all the time ?
He started again, and he's puttin' stuff in my mail again.
Oh, listen, the SOB.
Probably read about the funeral in the papers or somethin'.
Sick mother.
''That's the last thing you need right now, I'm sure.''
Actually, it's been givin' me ''Freddy Nightmares.''
Wait a second. Now, let me get this straight.
You're havin' nightmares about Freddy ?
- [ Robert ] As in me ? - No. It isn't you.
He's scarier.
He's--
Darker ? More evil ?
Yeah.
How did you know ?
Call it a guess.
Pretty damn good guess.
Anyway what I was callin' about was, have you seen any of the script by any chance ?
[ Robert ] No. Wes won't show it until he's finished.
At least that's what he told me.
Well, when is it gonna be done ?
[ Laughs Nervously ] The way he's writin', who knows.
It's so weird.
I asked him how far he was at the funeral.
What did he say ? Oh, yeah.
''As far as Dylan tryin' to reach God.''
- Whatever that means. - Weird, huh ?
Puttin' your kid in the script.
Robert--
- Have you been havin' nightmares ? - [ Bird Bawling In Distance, Reverberates ]
Look, we need to talk... but not over the phone.
Can I come over ?
Um, actually, Heather, uh--
Today's no good. There's, um--
There's somethin' I have to finish.
Tomorrow maybe, huh ?
Okay, tomorrow. But early in the mornin'.
- And meanwhile, Robert, take care, okay ? - [ Door Closes ]
- Yeah. Sure. - [ Phone Beeps ]
[ Crickets Chirping ]
[ Wood Creaking ]
[ Creaking Continues ]
[ Voices Whispering Echo ]
[ Whispers Becomes Louder ]
[ Continues Creaking ]
[ Blades Rustling ]
[ Blanket Sheet Ripping, Tearing ]
- [ Knifes Clatters ] - Aaah !
[ Gasping, Panting ]
[ Breathing Heavily ]
Oooh ! Damn it ! [ Frustrated Groan ]
[ Groans ]
[ Dylan Singing Song Along ] # One, two, Freddy's coming for you #
Dylan ?
- Dylan ? - # Three, four, better lock your door #
# Five, six, grab your crucifix #
# Seven, eight, better stay up late #
- Dylan, don't sing that song ! - # Nine, ten #
# Never sleep again ##
Aaah !
- [ Gasping ] - [ Dylan Groans ]
Dylan !
Stop that !
[ Groaning, Growls ]
- [ Dylan Groaning ] - Dylan, stop it ! Calm down !
No ! Don't !
Aaah !
[ Rumbling Becomes Louder ]
[ Glass Shattering ]
[ Breathing Heavily ]
[ Dylan Singing Song Along ] # Never sleep agian, never sleep again #
# Never sleep again #
# Never sleep again #
# Never sleep again #
# Never sleep again #
# Never sleep again #
# Never sleep again #
# Never sleep again #
# Never sleep again #
# Never sleep again #
# Never sleep again #
- Dylan ? - # Never sleep again #
# Never sleep again #
# Never sleep again #
# Never sleep again #
- # Never sleep ag-- ## - [ Phone Rings ]
- Yes ? - [ Cackling Over Phone ] I touched him.
- [ Shrieks ] - [ Tongue Slurping ]
[ Groans ]
[ Dylan Screams In Panicked ]
[ Continues Screaming ]
[ Continues Screaming ]
[ Siren Blaring From Distance ]
[ Phone Ringing ]
[ Doctor ] Any history of epilepsy in your family ?
- [ Heather ] No. - Diabetes ?
No.
Was there a trigger event... trauma shock ?
You haven't shown him any of the films you've made, have you ?
-The horror stuff ? -His father just passed away ?
I'm sorry.
But I'm convinced those films can tip--
An unstable child over the edge.
- Unstable ? - Dylan's not unstable.
He's just upset.
Well, we'll run a battery of test, and we'll know in a few days.
- Does he have to stay overnight ? - Asbolutey.
[ Woman Nurse Over P.A. ] Doctor Degrasi--
- Anythin' more happen we need to know about ? - Like what ?
Sometimes what a child says or fantasizes will give a clue to what A.I.L.S. him ?
Did he say anythin' while he was still lucid ?
No.
[ Phone Ringing ]
[ Phone Continues Ringing ]
[ Woman Over P.A. ] Dr. Einhorn, line 237.
What do we have here ?
Too soon to know for sure.
The early symptoms point to childhood schizophrenia.
Dylan, can you hear me ?
Dylan, you have to fight it, whatever it is that's after you, and you got to come back to me.
You can't make it alone. Do you hear ?
If you can hear me, then you can tell me... what you need to feel safe.
Rex ?
Is that what you want ?
Well, Rex is at home, and that's where you should be.
But you got to get better before they'll let you come home.
Do you understand ?
- Home. - Home. Home, that's right.
That's where I want you, sweetie.
And, you know... we're not that far away.
Look.
Look right out there.
Past the freeway is our home.
But to get there, you have to come out from where you are so that they'll let you come home to Rex.
- And to me. - [ Footsteps Approaching ]
[ Nurse #1 ] Time for your medicine, cowboy.
Here you go.
What is that ?
Somethin' to help him sleep.
Okay.
There you go.
It looks good.
There you go.
Good. Good.
Attaboy.
Come on, now lie down and take a little nap.
You should get some rest, too.
He's goin' to be fine. We're gonna do some tests... and then you can come back later.
Can you get that other side, please ?
I grabbed his things.
These are his favorite pajamas here.
Uh, honey, I've got to go.
I love you, Dylan.
Remember what I said ?
We'll take care of everythin'.
Good-bye.
[ Breathing Heavily ]
[ Breathing Continues Heavily ]
[ Door Opens ]
[ Both Talking, Indistinctly ]
[ Car Door Opens, Closes ]
[ Car Engine Turning On ]
- [ Tire Squeal ] - [ Horn Honks Loudly ]
[ Man ] Wake up, lady !
Don't lose it now !
[ Depression Sigh ]
[ Car Approaches ]
[ Woman Over Radio ] Seismologists at cal tech have counted over 300 temblors so far.
Tough most were too faint for us to feel, seven have shaken our community in the last few weeks--
And now scientists are speculatin' there might be an unknown fault runnin' beneath Los Angeles...
a fault that could--
[ Radio Turning Off ]
[ Phone Beeping ]
[ Phone Bleeps ]
[ Dialing ]
[ Phone Line Ringing ]
[ Robert Over Phone ] Hi. You've reached the Englund residence.
We're out of town.
You can leave a message if you wish, but, uh--
We'll be gone for some time.
I wish I could tell you where the script was going.
The fact is I don't know.
No, I dream a scene at night, I write it down in the mornin'.
Beyond that, your guess is as good as mine where it's going.
- Well, at least tell me what it's about so far. - Coffee.
Thanks.
I can tell you what the Nightmare's about so far.
It's about this entity--
- Whatever you want to call it. - It's old.
It's very old.
[ Sighs In Relief ]
It's existed in different froms in different times.
About the only thing that says the same is what it lives for, really.
-What is that ? -Oh, the *** of innocents.
This is still a script we're talkin' about... right, Wes ?
Yeah, well, I sort of think of it as a Nightmare in progress.
Well, in this Nightmare in progress then--
Does this thing have any weaknesses ?
- Yeah, well, it can be captured sometimes. - Captured ? How ?
By storytellers, of all things.
I mean, every so often, they imagine a story good enough to sort of catch its essence.
And then, for a while, it's held prisoner in the story.
Like the genie in the bottle.
- Exactly. - Exactly.
But the problems comes when the story dies.
And that can happen in a lot of ways.
It can get too familiar to people or somebody waters it down to make it an easier sell, you know, or--
Maybe it's just so upsettin' to society that it's banned outright.
However it happens, when the story dies...
the evil is set free.
You're sayin' Freddy is this Ancient thing ?
Right.
- The current version. - And for ten years...
he's been held captive pretty much as Freddy in the ''Nightmare on Elm Street Series--''
But--
Now that the films have ended, the genie's out of the bottle.
That's what the nightmares are tellin' me.
That's what I'm writin' ?
Well, if Freddy is loose in your script, where's he gonna go ?
Another age ?
Another form ?
No, that's not what the dreams have him doing ?
What is he doing ?
He's sort of gotten used to bein' Freddy now, and he likes our time and space, so he's decided to cross over--
Out of films into our reality.
- Isn't there somebody who can stop him ? - Actually there is a person in the dream...
sort of a gatekeeper, so to speak.
Somebody that Freddy has to get by before he can come through into our world.
- That person's you, Heather. - It's me ?
Yeah.
Why me ?
Well, dramatically speakin' it makes perfect sense.
You played Nancy, after all, and you were the first to humiliate him, defeat him.
That was Nancy, Wes. That's not me.
Yeah, but it was you that gave Nancy her strength.
So in order to get out, he's got to come through you.
And it's inevitable that he's gonna try to do that at your most vulnerable points.
- Oh, my God, Wes. - Did you know ?
It... it was a script it was a dream.
I didn't--
I didn't know.
You know damn well it's more than that now.
Wes.
Wes ?
How can we stop him ?
I think the only way to stop him is to make another movie.
Now I swear to you, I'm gonna stay by this computer and keep writin' until I finish the script, but--
When that time comes, you're gonna have to make a choice.
Choice ?
What kind of choice ?
Whether or not you're willing to play Nancy, one last time.
[ Crickets Chirping ]
[ Heather's Voice ] ''Many of the symtoms of childhood schizophrenia are duplicated in children...
sufferin' from sleep deprovation.''
''Sleep deprovation can produce trance-like states, mechanical behavior--
- [ Dylan's Voice ] I'm not sleepy. - ''The child might.''
[ Dylan's Voice Echoing ] Rex woke me up.
He was fightin' the mean old man with the claws.
You have no idea who this is callin' ?
- Freddy, for all I know. - As in me ?
No, it isn't you. He's scarier.
Darker, more evil ?
How did you know ?
He's decided to cross over, out of films into our reality.
[ In Weakly Voice ] Never sleep again. [ Echoing ]
[ TV Static Buzzing ]
[ TV Turning Off ]
[ Woman On TV ] The world of horror films suffered its own terror today, as two of Hollywood's best known...
special-effects technicians were found dead--
In a vacant field.
Terrance Feinstein and Charles Wilson, two special-effects artists reputedly workin' on a top-secret project--
For the makers of the Freddy Krueger films were found brutally slashed to death early this morning.
[ TV Turning Off ]
[ TV Turning On ]
[ Rumbling Becomes Grower Loud ]
[ Woman On TV ] Freddy's glove was missin', and police are speculatin' the murders were the result--
- [ Woman On TV Continues, Indistinctly ] - [ Door Creaks, Squeaks ]
Of a botched theft, which apparently took place two days ago.
At this point, the *** weapon has not--
- Been found-- - [ Electricity Crackling, Hisses ]
[ Electricity Zapping, Snapping ]
[ Rumbling Increases ]
Aaah !
- Aah ! [ Screaming ] - [ Rumbling Continues ]
- [ Glass Shattering ] - [ Shrieking ]
[ Whimpering, Screaming ]
[ Rumbling Quietly, Stops ]
[ Wood Creaking ]
[ Continues Creaking ]
[ Panting ] Oh, God.
[ Continues Creaking ]
[ Continues Creaking ]
- Miss me ? - Aaaaaaaaah !
[ Exclaims, Yells, Grunts ]
[ Gasps, Shrieks ]
[ Angrily Snarls ]
[ Glass Shattering ]
[ Wincing, Panting ]
Nancy.
[ Rumbling Louder ]
[ Objects Falls ]
[ Panting ]
Oww ! [ Groans ]
[ Groaning ]
Oh, Dylan ?
Dylan ?
- [ Elevator Bell Dings ] - [ Indistinct Mumbling ]
[ Nurses Chattering, Indistinctly ]
[ Nurse ] There are no visting hours this late.
- You must understand. - [ Julie ] No, I don't understand.
I told you I'm his baby-sitter.
I'm a close friend of the family, damn it !
I just need to see him for a minute.
Sixty seconds. Come on.
- You have to understand. - Julie.
Heather.
What are you doing here ?
I don't know.
I had this really terrible dream about Dylan.
I had to come and see him.
- You must think I'm crazy. - No. I don't.
Is he all right ?
I don't know. They wouldn't let me in.
Mrs. Langenkamp.
I'm afraid there are no evenin' visting hours in intensive care.
Is he all right ?
Dylan ?
He's holdin' well.
Earlier he had some problems.
He's in an oxygen tent now.
Oh, my God.
Heather.
Seems we've had an accident...
Mrs. Langenkamp. May I ?
Those are nasty cuts.
- How did you get them ? - It happened in the earthquake.
I fell.
I need to see Dylan.
In a moment. First let's see about you.
If these had been a few inches nearer the wrist what did you say you cut yourself on ?
It was the earthquake. It was dark.
I have no idea.
But these look quite fresh.
They are.
It happened in tonight's earthquake.
It happend just fifteen minutes ago.
You must have felt it.
Guess we lucked out over here.
Your son... is appearently terrified of a man, someone he thinks is going to come out of his bed.
One of the nurses heard him talkin' to himself.
Do you have any idea who that man is, Mrs. Langenkamp.
I forgot to bring his dinosaur rex.
He keeps Freddy from comin' up out of his--
Bed.
- The man from your films ? - Freddy Krueger ?
With the claws ?
Is that who he's afraid of ?
You have let your child see your films, haven't you ?
Every kid knows who Freddy is.
He's like Santa Claus--
Or King Kong or--
Yes.
Well, interestin' talkin' with you, Mrs. Langenkamp.
I hope you understand.
My concerns are simply for the welfare of your son.
[ ECG: Beeping Monitor Quietly ]
[ Footsteps Approaches ]
- How's he doing ? - [ Beeps ]
[ Shushing ]
[ Footsteps Deparuting ]
[ Beeping Continues Monitor ]
[ ECG: Bleeping Flatline, High-tone ]
[ Bleeping Flatline Stops ]
Dylan ?
Honey ?
You shouldn't do that.
[ In Weakly Voice ] Too late.
[ In Demonic Voice ] I'm almost here, Heather.
[ In Distorted Voice ] Almost there.
- [ Vomits ] - Aagghh !
[ Whimpering, Gasping ]
[ Screaming In Frightened ] Daddy ! Daddy !
[ Dylan Groaning ]
Dylan ! Help !
[ Dylan Growls ]
Keep her right there.
[ Dylan Continues Growling ]
We can't hold him much longer, doctor.
[ Dylan Wails ]
- [ Dylan Groaning, Shouting ] - [ Indistinct Talking ]
[ Dr. Heffner ] Full anesthic. Stat !
We don't have that here... doctor.
- [ Dylan Groaning, Roaring ] - No anesthic, you say.
Screw it then.
- I'm going in. - [ Dylan Continues Growling ]
- Little Booger's full of somethin' I don't like. - [ Growling, Groaning ]
[ Knife Slicing ]
Cut this evil out of him.
- [ Yells ] - Nooo !
No ! No !
Gloria !
He's got my baby !
- Who ? - Freddy !
Who ? Freddy Krueger of somethin' ?
- What the hell going on ? - My baby !
Freddy's got my baby. He's got my Dylan.
Mrs. Langenkamp ?
I suggest you go home and get some rest.
Your son is fine.
He's downstairs for further testin'.
- But he was just here. - He was here, you fell asleep, we took him.
You looked so exhuasted--
Frankly, we didn't want to wake you.
Besides, the young woman Julie is with him.
That's his baby-sitter, right ?
Believe me. Everythin' is fine.
Everything's not fine.
- Damn ! [ Sighs ] - Call security !
[ Woman Nurse Over P.A. ] Security, code yellow.
Pediatric testing.
Security, code yellow. Pediatric testing.
Ma'am. This is a restricted area.
Do you have a pass ?
Screw your pass.
It's all right. Mrs. Langenkamp.
Where is he ?
Just stay calm.
- Tell us how her little boy's doing. - He's fine. Actually.
He just came around about ten minutes ago.
He seems to be suffering from actue sleep deprivation.
[ Whispers Quietly ] I don't think, she ever lets him get a night's sleep.
What are you sayin' ?
Where is he ?
Heather.
I've got someone here who wants to see you.
[ Gasps ] Dylan !
Oh ! Dylan ! Ohhh !
Are you okay, champ ?
[ Dylan ] Can we go get rex now ?
- The bad man's gettin' awful close. - I know he is.
We're gonna go get rex right now.
[ Dr. Heffner ] I'm afraid Dylan should stay here, until we know what's causin' these episodes... Mrs. Langenkamp ?
- I'm sure you understand. - Good.
Look, I'll tell you you what ?
I'm gonna go home and get Rex for you right now.
You know that home isn't far from here, right ?
- Right across the freeway. - That's right.
So I won't be gone long, and Julie, she's gonna stay right here with you.
Yeah, you bet.
Hurry up, please.
I'm sleepy.
I promise, cross my heart.
But, Dylan, until Mommy gets back... whatever you do, don't fall asleep.
Julie, don't let him out of your sight.
What's goin' on here ?
Your hair's turnin' gray.
Julie, keep him awake.
Understand ?
[ Man #1 ] Excuse me, Mrs. ?
- Would you come with us for a second ? - What ? Hey !
What the hell do you think you're doing ?
Get your hands off me !
[ Whispering, Indistinctly ]
Do you mind ? What the hell is this ?
For Dylan's sake.
Well, we've had an excitin' day, haven't we, Mrs. Langenkamp ?
[ Door Closes ]
This one ?
- Right there. - [ Dylan ] One, two, three. One, two, three.
You won.
Would you mind steppin' outside for just one moment, Mrs. ?
As a matter of fact, I would.
What are you doing ?
It's just a little shot to see that he gets some sleep.
No. His mother specifically said--
I said no.
Do it.
- [ Dylan Groans ] - [ Nurse #3 ] All done.
He'll be asleep in no time.
- Would you mind lettin' go of my arm ? - You *** !
Aaah !
[ Crashing, Thudding ]
Hey, you can't do that ?
Well, I know what's in that one.
So you have any idea what's in this one ?
Or what's gonna happen to you when I stick you with it ?
And I will.
- Aagghh ! - Aaah !
[ Door Closes, Locks ]
[ Dylan Groans, Yawns Softly ]
Oh, no ! No, Dylan ! No !
I want you to stay awake, okay ?
[ Dylan Groans With Sleepy ]
I want you to keep your eyes open for me, okay ?
Mrs. Langenkamp.
Has there been any use of recreational drugs in your family ?
- What ? - Or any history of mental disturbance ?
What are you askin' ?
Please, don't take it wrong.
If there was, there's a good chance Dylan could be sufferin' from somethin' passed down to him.
Have you been sufferin' from any delusional events... Mrs. Langenkamp ?
[ Man #1 ] Hmm-mm.
This man from your films--
Freddy Krueger.
- Have you been seein' him ? - No.
[ Thumping On Door ]
[ Door Banging, Thumping ]
Would you get those keys down here ?
Dylan, I want you to stay awake.
- Come on, stay awake. Keep your eyes open for me. - [ Dylan Moans ] Where's Mommy ?
She'll be back. Now stay awake.
There are drugs and treatments, Mrs. Langenkamp.
We could put Dylan in foster care for a short while.
Just long enough to run some tests on you.
Keep your eyes open. Do that for me, okay ?
Come on. You can stay awake.
Stay awake for me, Dylan.
I want you to stay awake, okay ?
Keep your eyes open.
Dylan, what's the matter ?
[ Dylan ] Julie... behind you.
There's nothing there.
Dylan, what's wrong ?
Dylan, stop it. You're scarin' me.
Dylan.
Aah !
- I want my son out of here right now. - Very well.
As soon as we can gather the appopriate papers.
- You don't understand. If Dylan falls asleep, then-- - [ Julie Shrieking ]
I got it.
[ Door Opens ]
[ Continues Shrieking ]
[ Dylan Screams In Terror ]
[ Shrieks ] No ! Help me !
Aaah ! Dylan, get out of here !
[ Both Whimpering ]
[ Freddy ] Hey, Dylan ?
Every play skin the cat ?
Ow ! Noo !
No ! [ Groaning ]
[ Julie Groaning, Screaming ]
[ Freddy Growls ]
Come on.
[ Freddy Cackling In Sinister ]
[ Laughter In Evilly ]
- Help me. - Julie !
[ Groans, Bone Neck Crushing ]
[ Dylan Groans ]
[ Cackles Sinister ]
[ Dylan Continues Screaming ]
[ Yelling ] Reeeeeeeexxxxxxxxxx !
[ Man #2 ] What the hell's going on ?
You can't go in there !
No !
Wait, wait.
If you can't-- [ Groans ]
[ Alarm Blaring ]
[ Female Nurse Over P.A. ] Code yellow to pediatrics testing.
Code yellow to pediatric testing.
[ Alarm Continues Blaring, Faintly ]
[ Heather ] Julie ?
Where's my son ?
Where is he ?
- Have you seen my son ? - He was just here.
The boy. No way he's going anywhere.
He's been heavily sedated.
- He doesn't have to be awake to be on his feet. - What ?
He sleepwalks, you idiot.
He's fully capable of walking out of this hospital.
Oh, *** !
[ Phone Beeping, Dialing ]
[ Tire Screeching, Brakes Squealing ]
[ Phone Ringing ]
- [ John On Phone ] Hello. - John, it's Heather. I need your help.
Why ? What happened ?
John, Dylan's run away from the hospital.
I don't know whether he's wanderin' around or he's headed for the house, but I think Freddy's after him.
I know that sounds so crazy, but--
- You're right. That sounds crazy. - [ Gasps ] Oh, my God !
Dylan !
Dylan !
[ Car Approaches ]
[ Heather's Voice ] You know that home isn't far from here, right ?
Dylan, Dylan !
[ Dylan's Voice ] Right across the freeway.
[ Car Horn Honks ]
[ Thunder Rumbling ]
[ Freddy Cackling In Sinister ]
[ Honking Continues ]
[ Tires Screeching ]
[ Tire Squealing ]
[ Electrical Crackling, Hissing ]
Dylan !
[ Dylan Shrieks ]
[ Continues Shrieking ]
Krueger, you *** ! Take me !
[ Car Horn Beeping ]
[ Truck Horn Blaring ]
[ Air Hissing ]
[ Continues Shrieking ]
Dylan !
- [ Car Horn Honking ] - Aaaaah !
[ Thudding ]
[ Car Door Opens ]
- [ Man #1 ] Are you okay ? - [ Man #2 ] You okay ?
[ Freddy's Voice Distorted ] Dylan !
[ Voice Laughter, Cackling Distorted ]
My son is out here !
Let me go ! Dylan !
[ Siren Wailing Loudly ]
Dylan !
- Dylan ! - [ Siren Continues Wailing, Indistinctly ]
Dylan !
Dylan !
Dylan.
- Aaah ! - I'm sorry. What happened to you ?
Are you all right ?
I'm fine. Have you seen Dylan ?
Take it easy, take it easy.
Relax. He's right there. What happened ?
Oh, Dylan !
[ Sobs, Cries ]
Oh, God.
[ John ] What's goin' on, Heather ?
- What in the world happened ? - I know how Chase really died.
What do you mean ?
Fred Krueger did it.
Yeah. Sure.
You saw him, didn't you ?
[ Singing Song Along ] # Coming for you ##
Nancy, let's go outside.
Dylan.
He'll be all right.
I'll be right back.
[ Blades Knife Rustling ]
[ Rumbling Becomes Loudly ]
- What the hell is going, Nancy ? - Why are you callin' me Nancy, John ?
Why are you callin' me John ?
[ Police Radio Chattering, Cracking Indistinct ]
Nancy, pull yourself together before you make yourself and that kid nuts.
John !
- Would you call Robert ? - Robert ?
Robert Englund.
You know, the guy who plays Freddy.
Freddy who ?
Freddy Krueger.
Nancy, Freddy's dead.
Don't start losin' it like your mother did.
I love you, sweetheart.
- Don't forget that. - I love you, too--
Daddy.
[ Knife Rustling ]
Get yourself some rest, Nancy, please.
[ Car Engine Starting ]
[ Car Departuring ]
Dylan !
[ Dylan's Voice Echoing, Singing Song ] # One, two, Freddy's coming for you ##
[ Door Slams Loudly ]
Dylan !
[ Freddy's Voice Echoing ] Almost there ?
[ TV Static Hissing ]
[ Nancy On TV ] Listen, Daddy. I've got a proposition for you.
I'm gonna go and get the guy who did it, and I want you to be there who did it, and I want you to be there to,
arrest him when I bring him out, okay ?
[ Donald On TV ] Nancy, just tell me who did it.
I'll go get him, baby.
- Fred Krueger did it, Daddy. - Yeah. Sure.
[ TV Static Hissing ]
Dylan's sleepin' pills.
[ Dylan's Voice Echoing ] Say how they find their way back home.
It's important.
Breadcrumbs.
Dylan !
[ Freddy's Voice Echoing ] Too late, Heather.
Too late.
[ Heather ] Dylan ?
Dylan.
Join you.
You've given me a way to join you.
Yes.
[ Voice Echoing ] Mommy !
[ Screaming Echo ]
[ Water Splashes ]
[ Grunts, Coughs ]
[ Metal Thudding ]
Dylan !
[ Dylan's Voice Echoing ] Mommy !
[ Yells, Echoing ] Dylan !
Dylan ! Dylan ! [ Continues Echoing ]
[ Knife Clunking ]
[ Clinking ]
[ Voice Echoing ] Mommy !
[ Freddy Cackles In Sinister ]
[ Freddy ] Almost there.
[ Heather's Voice ] ''The more she read, the more she realized...
what she had in her hands was nothin' more or less...
than her life itself.''
''That everythin' she had experienced and thought--
Was bound within these pages.''
[ Knife Finger Clinking ]
''There was no movie...
there was only... her life.''
- Aaah ! [ Gasps ] - It's just me.
Dylan.
Are you okay ? Are you all right ?
-Yeah. -Okay ? Where's the man ?
I don't know.
He had me, but then he let me go.
[ Freddy Roaring, Snarling ]
- [ Shrieking ] - [ Growls ]
Meet your maker.
Aaah !
Pick a pet for the rugrat, *** !
[ Shouting, Screaming ]
[ Groaning ]
[ Panting ]
- *** you ! - [ Freddy Groaning ]
[ Groaning, Growling, Roaring ]
[ Dylan ] Mommy !
Get over there, Dylan !
[ Both Groaning, Straining ]
- Take this ! - [ Yelling In Pain ]
[ Freddy Roars ]
[ Snarling, Roaring ]
[ Freddy Growling In Angrily ]
[ Dylan Gasps ]
Come here, my piggy !
I got some gingerbread for you.
Noooo !
- [ Gasps ] Mommy ! - Gotcha ! [ Cackles ]
Mommy. [ Panting ]
Mommy !
[ Freddy Using, Dylan's Voice ] Mommy !
Where's your Mommy ? Piglet, huh ? Huh ? Hah ?
One, two, Freddy's coming for you !
[ Fierce Roar ]
[ Gasping ]
- [ Freddy Snarling ] - [ Dylan Gasps ]
[ Metal Screeching ]
Dylan !
[ Freddy Laughter Sinister ]
[ Dylan Gasping ] Mommy !
[ Screams ]
[ Dylan Shouts, Echoing ] Mommy !
Aaah !
- Come to papa. - [ Continues Screaming ]
[ Continues Screaming ]
Gonna eat you up.
[ Gasps, Screams ]
[ Continues Screaming ]
[ Yelling ] Noooo !
Leave him alone !
[ Freddy Groans ]
[ Growls ]
[ Snake Hisses ]
Dylan, get out of there ! Now !
Hey !
Noo ! Aaah ! [ Screaming ]
[ Shrieks ]
[ Continues Shrieking ]
[ Freddy Groaning In Pain ]
- [ Heather ] Push him in ! - [ Freddy Moans In Pain ]
[ Groaning, Breathing Heavily ]
Push ! [ Straining ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Panting ]
[ Fire Roaring ]
[ Screaming, Roaring In Demonic ]
[ Continues Screaming ]
[ Demonic Roar ]
[ Rumbling, Explosion ]
Run !
[ Explosion Continues ]
[ Distorted Explosions ]
[ Rumbling Continues ]
[ Heather, Dylan Groaning ]
[ Stops Rumbling ]
[ Both Panting ]
- Are you okay ? - Yeah.
Honey, honey.
Oh, my God.
We're saved. The witch is dead.
And his mother covered him with kisses... and they were safe.
[ Wes' Voice ] ''Heather... thanks for havin' the guts--
to play Nancy one last time.
''At last Freddy's back where he belongs...
regards, Wes.''
- It's it a story ? - Yeah.
[ Dylan ] Read me some.
[ Heather ] "We open on an old wooden bench, there's fire and tools... and a man's grimy hands building--
what soon is revealed as a gleamin' set of claws...
and the claws are movin' now, as if awakening from a long and unwanted sleep.''
''Then the man lays one tremblin' hand flat upon the table--
"And with his other... picks up a thick, sharp blade--
Behind the lights, faces watch from the darkness--
Ready to laugh or scream in terror.''
[ Children's Voice Echoing, Singing Song Along ] # One, two, Freddy's coming for you #
# Three, four, better lock your door #
# Five, six, grab your crucifix #
# Seven, eight, better stay up late #
# Nine, ten, never sleep again ##
[ Children Laughing Echo ]
[ Children Continues Laughing, Echoes ]
[ Laughing Fades Out ]
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