A Nightmare on Elm Street Page #5

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.

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