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

Uh, good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is your pilot.

Uh, you'll notice the "fasten seat belt" sign is on.

We're passing through a bit of turbulence here.

Unfortunately, we can't get up over it and, uh, we can't get underneath it.

Just hang in there. We'll get through this as soon as we can.

Excuse me, miss.

Oh!

- Yes? - Can I have a different seat, please?

No, 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.

Whoa!

It's not fair! I was almost out!

Shit.

I'll get you, my pretty, and your little soul too.

God.

Whoa!

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

One ticket...

...round trip.

Hurry up, boy.

You don't wanna miss the bus.

Oh. No screaming while the bus is in motion.

Goddamn it.

Now be a good little doggie and go fetch.

Spencer, I wanna make sure that you understand our situation.

In one week, you walk out of here.

And I expect to see 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 and walk away. - 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 okay? - Yeah.

Dad 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 ways to get 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'll have to face your father.

Maggie.

Look what I found in Spencer's room.

A pipe bomb, huh?

Uh, that? Well, I was just showing the kids some survival techniques.

I've been confiscating stuff like this all week.

Where do they get it?

Put this downstairs with the rest of the arsenal.

- The police were to dispose of it. - Police are supposed to do a lot of things.

Stop. Come back here.

- Take your hands off me! - Tracy.

- What's the problem? - She was beating on one of the kids.

- He was trying to hit 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 getting none, Carlos. You ain't getting none.

- You wouldn't hit a guy with a handicap. - You call it a handicap?

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

- Come on, you yellow-bellied-- Come on. - Forget it, Trace. I'm--

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

Like you talk back to your father? Let me tell you something, Spence.

I stopped talking back when it became hazardous to my health. You know?

- So are we set? - Yeah, no problem.

I gave the driver our cash. As long as we do it before dawn, we're free.

All right, that means we're gonna be living large in Cali before the week is out.

You better be sure, man.

Trust me. I got all the bases covered. I need to get out of here more than you do.

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

Your family's a picnic, rich boy.

You think I hang around with you morons by choice?

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.

All right, that did it. Yep. Okay.

They caught one of your star pupils beating up on one of our kids again.

- Tracy? - You said you were making progress.

I only get 23 minutes a week with these kids.

With that kind of attention, we're lucky she didn't kill him.

Ha, ha. Oh, that's a good attitude for a therapist.

You know, 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.

You know, I can reach these kids through their dreams.

Give me a chance, I can help 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 slept for days, bad case of amnesia.

They 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.

Just always keeps you guessing.

Where are 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, um, caffeine pills or coffee, maybe some Coke?

I meant the soda.

Sit down.

- Why do you wanna 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 sixty-seven Bottles of beer

If one of those bottles Should happen to fall

What a case of--

Hell, 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 gotta tag me.

That's a girl.

Over here. Come on.

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, uh, the town from my article.

I remember a water tower.

Um...

The article, do you remember where you got it?

- No. - The little girl, what did she look like?

- Brown hair with red ribbons. - Red ribbons.

I don't like it. There's some connection between your dreams and his dreams...

...and his dreams mean bad news.

You think I'm crazy, but I can feel it.

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

- I'm sick of hearing about this bullshit. - You don't believe that.

You think you can solve this puzzle, it can help with yours.

I don't have a puzzle.

Yes, you do. And although you think you know everything...

...you may not be ready to face what this boy is gonna show you.

- I never said I wanted to go back there. - I've dealt with amnesiacs before.

Taking you to Springwood is gonna trigger some spark to help you remember.

I don't need a spark to help me to remember that it was a bad place.

You want a spark, you go. I'll stay here, spark less but happy.

I'll be right there with you. Don't worry.

Kelly, gonna take the van for a little while.

I told you not to let me fall asleep. Is that too much to ask for?

- Go back. - Oh, my God. Pull over.

John. John, wake up.

- Shit. - Oh, great.

Funny meeting you here.

Well, nice driving.

What the hell are you guys doing here?

Great plan, asshole.

- It almost worked. - I can't believe you people.

Pulling a stunt like that.

Oh, my God.

Look, the first thing we have to do is find a telephone.

You call Kelly and tell him where you are, understand?

And then we have to figure out how to get you home.

Are you listening?

Don't scream at me.

- It was your driving that almost killed us. - Yeah.

Two. Two for a dollar, right here.