A Nightmare on Elm Street 6: Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare

This is the pilot speaking.

You'll notice the "fasten seat belts" sign is on.

Passing through a little turbulence here.

Unfortunately, we can't get up over it...

and we can't get underneath it, so...

just hang in there.

Excuse me, miss?

Can I have a different seat, please?

Oh, I'm afraid we're full tonight, sir.

You're gonna have to stay put.

Thanks anyway.

He's going to make you help him...

because you're the last.

Listen...

I really need to change this seat.

I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do.

I'm afraid of heights.

Don't be a pussy.

It's not fair! I was almost out!

Shit!

I'll get you, my pretty...

and your little soul, too!

One ticket.

Round trip.

Hurry up, boy.

You don't wanna miss the bus.

No screaming while the bus is in motion.

Now be a good little doggy...

and go fetch!

Spencer, I wanna make sure you understand our situation.

In one week, you walk out of here...

and I expect some changes in your behavior when you get home.

I know you're hearing me.

I put you in here because you gave me no choice.

Next time, I'll leave you here.

Thanks for the visit, Dad.

Nice job on my kid.

I expected to see some improvement.

He isn't a Toyota.

What a jerk.

You OK?

Yeah. Dad just came by to lay down some ground rules...

for when I come home...

no more running away, no more setting his cars on fire.

There are other ways to get his attention...

besides blowing up the garage.

Yeah. He barely even blinked.

All he wants me to do now is grow up to be him...

an exact copy.

I don't feel like playing football and date-raping coeds.

One of these days, you're going to have to face your father.

Maggie...

look what I found in Spencer's room.

A pipe bomb, huh?

That? Just showing the kids survival techniques.

Been confiscating stuff like this all week.

Where do they get it?

I'll put this downstairs with the rest of the arsenal.

Weren't the police supposed to dispose of that stuff?

The police are supposed to do a lot of things.

- Get your hands off of me! - Tracy!

- What's the problem? - She was beating on another kid.

He was hitting on me!

She doesn't like to be touched.

We have a session today, yes?

I have Doc's class.

Work around him.

I'm sorry, sir.

You seen this junkie before?

No. He's new.

Beautiful. Another afternoon shot doing juvie paperwork.

Screw that shit.

Let's just scoop him up and take him to the shelter.

Let the bleeding hearts do the typing.

That's it. Come on, Tracy. That's it.

Oh, yeah. She's bad. The crowd loves her!

She's getting ready...

for the heavyweight champion boxing match of the world.

Hey, hey, hey. Look at her go.

You know, you are sexy when you sweat.

You ain't gettin' none, Carlos!

You wouldn't hit a guy with a handicap, would you?

Oh, you call it a handicap?

I call it chicken, man! Come on, let's spar.

- No, no. Forget it, Trace. - Come on...

Don't tune out. Why don't you talk back to her for once?

Oh, yeah, right. Like you talk back to your father?

Let me tell you something. I stopped talking back...

when it became hazardous to my health, you know?

So, are we set?

Yeah. No problem. I gave the van driver our cash.

As long as we do it before dawn, we're home free.

We're gonna be livin' large in Cali before the week is out.

You better be sure, man.

Trust me, all right? I got it all covered.

I need to get outta here even more than you do.

You don't know shit about needing to get out!

Your family's a picnic, rich boy!

What? You think I hang around you morons by choice?

Least your father didn't try to set you up...

with his girlfriend's older sister.

Don't talk to me about fathers.

Yours come to visit, too?

Yeah... every time I close my eyes.

That did it. Yep. OK.

They caught one of your star pupils...

beating up on one of our kids again.

Thought you said you were making progress.

I only get twenty-three minutes a week with these kids.

With that kind of attention...

you're lucky she didn't kill him.

That's a good attitude for a therapist.

Tracy's got some deep trauma buried inside of her head.

Conventional therapy is not going to work.

And dream therapy is, huh?

You're such a hippie.

I can reach these kids through their dreams.

You give me a chance, I can help you with your little problem.

I don't have a little problem.

I just have a little reoccurring dream...

and I'm handling it fine.

And you are not being paid to be a dream doctor.

I'm barely being paid.

That's why I gotta do what I think is right.

This is new.

You like it?

These are ancient dream demons.

Supposedly they roam the dreams of the living...

till they find the most evil, twisted...

human imaginable.

Then they give him the power to cross the line...

and turn our nightmares into reality.

Maggie, cops just brought in another kid. Real mess.

Hasn't sleep for days, bad case of amnesia.

We need your evaluation right away.

How long have you been awake?

As far as I can remember?

I don't know. About three days.

Looks more like three weeks.

Yeah, well, that's the wonder of amnesia...

always keeps you guessing.

Where you from?

I don't know!

All I know is that wherever I'm from...

I was the last.

The last what?

Survivor.

Look, do you have any...

caffeine pills or coffee? Maybe some coke?

I meant the soda.

Sit down.

Why do you want to stay awake?

Because if I fall asleep...

I'm not waking up.

Why do you think that?

I don't think it. I feel it.

If I fall asleep...

there's gonna be trouble.

Springwood.

Water tower.

Four thousand five hundred and sixty-seven

Bottles of beer on the wall

Four thousand five hundred and sixty-seven

Bottles of beer

If one of those bottles should happen to fall

What a case of...

Hey, I'll break a bottle over your head...

if you don't shut the fuck up!

Four thousand five hundred and sixty-six

Bottles of beer on the wall

I won't tell.

Now you're it.

Remember what you have to do.

You got to tag me.

That's it.

Come to Daddy.

Play with me.

Tell me who I am.

I won't tell.

Free me, you idiot! I'm your fucking memory!

Oh, shit.

Asshole.

What were you dreaming about?

A room.

A house.

A little girl.

Something about the town from my article.

I remember a water tower.

The article... do you remember where you got it?

The little girl... what did she look like?

Brown hair with...

red ribbons.

I don't like it.

There's some connection between your dreams and his dreams...

and his dreams mean bad news.

I know you think I'm crazy, but I can feel it.

Why can't anybody talk about anything but dreams around here?

I'm so sick of hearing about this bullshit!

You don't believe that.

You think solving this boy's puzzle can help with your own.