A Nightmare on Elm Street

Tina.

Tina.

Tina.

Tina. Tina.

You okay, Tina?

Just a dream, Ma.

Some dream, judging from that.

- You coming back to the sack or what? - Hold your horses.

Tina, honey, you gotta cut your fingernails

or you gotta stop that kind of dreaming.

One or the other.

One, two Freddy's coming for you

Three, four Better lock your door

Five, six Grab your crucifix

Seven, eight Gonna stay up late

Nine, 10 Never sleep again

It was so scary.

When I woke up, it seemed like he was still in the room.

Sounds like a real boogeyman. "One, two, Freddy's coming for you. "

That's what it reminded me of: that old jump-rope song.

The worst nightmare I ever had. You wouldn't believe it.

Matter of fact, I had a bad dream last night myself.

I had a hard-on this morning when I woke up, Tina.

- Had your name written all over it. - There's four letters in my name, Rod.

How could there be room on your joint for four letters?

Hey, up yours with a twirling lawn mower.

Nyah! Rod says the sweetest things.

- Oh, he's nuts about you. - Yeah, nuts.

Anyway, I couldn't go back to sleep last night.

- So, what did you dream? - Forget it, Tina.

The point is that everyone has a bad dream once in a while.

It's no biggie.

Just tell yourself that's all it is while you're having it.

Once you do that, you wake right up. At least it works for me.

Hey! Did you have a nightmare too?

Maybe we're gonna have a big earthquake. They say things get really weird just before.

I'm so glad you guys could come over tonight.

When Mom said she was taking off for two days, I almost died.

No problem, Tina. Nancy and Glen to the rescue.

Can't believe his mother's letting him spend the night.

Right, well, she's not, exactly.

I got this cousin who lives near the airport. It's okay for me to stay with him.

And I got this sound-effects tape from Rod, and...

Hello, Mom?

Yeah. Out here at Barry's.

Huh? Yeah, noisy as usual. Glad we don't live here, huh?

Yeah, Aunt Eunice says hello.

Right, right, I'll call you in the morning. Yeah. Yeah, sure...

Just some kids drag-racing outside, I think, Mom.

Listen, Ma. I gotta go. I think there's been an accident out front.

Right.

All right, I'll call the police.

Right, I'll call the police.

No. Just some neighbors having a fight, I guess.

I'll call you in the morning.

It worked like a charm.

Smooth.

Jesus.

See? I told you you'd be feeling better.

All day long, I've been seeing that guy's weird face...

...and hearing those fingernails.

Fingernails?

That's amazing, you saying that.

That made me remember the dream I had last night.

What did you dream?

I dreamed about a guy in a dirty red and green sweater.

Well, what about the fingernails?

Oh, he scraped his fingernails along things.

Actually, they were more like finger-knives or something.

Something he made himself, but they made a horrible sound.

It was like:

Nancy, you dreamed about the same creep I did.

That's impossible.

What?

Nothing.

- There's something out there, isn't there? - I didn't hear anything.

Well, I heard something.

I'm gonna punch out your ugly lights, whoever you are.

Kitty, kitty.

Chow, chow, chow.

It's Rod Lane bringing Lantz down just three yards from the goal line!

What a brilliant tackle, and the fans go wild.

- What the hell are you doing here? - Came to make up. No big deal.

- Your mom home? - Course.

- Oh, what's that? - Intense, huh?

So, what's going on here, an orgy or something?

Maybe a funeral, dickhead.

It's just a sleepover date, Rod.

Tina and me. Glen was just leaving.

- You see his face? - "You see his face?"

Your mom ain't home, is she?

Me and Tina got stuff to discuss.

Rod.

We got her mother's bed. You guys got the rest.

I think we should get out of here.

Hey, you guys are gonna hang around, right?

I mean, don't leave me alone with this lunatic.

Please, Nancy?

Glen, not now.

We're here for Tina now, not ourselves.

Why is she so bothered by a stupid nightmare, anyway?

Because he was scary, that's why.

Yeah.

Oh, Rod!

Yeah. Yeah, Tina!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Oh, God! Oh, Rod!

Morality sucks.

I knew there was something about you I liked.

- You feel better now, right? - Jungle man fix Jane.

No more fights?

No more fights.

Good.

No more nightmares for either one of us, then.

When did you have a nightmare?

Guys can have nightmares too, you know.

You ain't got a corner on the market or something.

Rod?

Tina.

Tina.

Who do you think you are?

Whoever you are.

Somebody there?

Tina.

Tina.

Who the hell is that?

Tina.

Shit.

Please, God...

This...

...is God.

No! No! No!

Yes!

Tina!

Watch this.

Nancy! Open the door!

Nancy!

Rod, help me! Oh, God!

No! No!

Help me, Rod!

Help me! Rod! Rod!

- Help me! - Tina!

Tina!

Tina! Tina!

Tina!

- Tina! - Rod! Rod!

Tina!

- Tina? Tina? Who did this? I'll kill you.

- Who did this? - Aaagh! Oh, God, you scared me!

What have you got?

Her name was Tina Gray. It's her home.

Father abandoned 10 years ago, mother's in Vegas with her boyfriend.

- We're trying to reach her. - What's the coroner got?

Something like a razor was the weapon, but nothing was found at the scene.

It looks like the victim's boyfriend.

Lieutenant. - Where is she?

- I put her in your office. - His name's Rod Lane. He's a musician type.

- Arrests for drugs, brawling. - Terrific. What the hell was she doing there?

She lived there.

I don't mean her.

I mean you.

What was she doing there?

Hello to you too, Donald.

Marge. Okay.

How you doing, baby?

I'm okay, Dad.

Look, I don't wanna get into this now...

...God knows you need time, but I sure would like to know...

...what the hell you were doing shacking up with three kids in the middle of the night...

...especially a lunatic delinquent like Lane.

Rod is not a lunatic, Dad.

You have a sane explanation for what he did?

Apparently, he was crazy jealous.

- Nancy said they'd had a fight. - It wasn't that serious.

Maybe you don't think murder is serious.

How can you say I don't take her death seriously?

Look, all I meant...

...was that their fights weren't that serious.

You know, Tina...

...she dreamed this was gonna happen.

What?

She had a nightmare that someone was trying to kill her.

That's why we were there, Mom. She just didn't wanna sleep alone.

Police say the victim, 15-year-old Christina Gray...

...had quarreled earlier with her boyfriend, Rod Lane.

Lane is now the subject of a citywide manhunt.

The murder weapon, a straight razor or similar sharp object, has not yet...

Where do you think you're going?

School.

You were tossing and turning all night last night.

You have no business going to school today.

I've gotta go to school, Mother. Otherwise I'll sit up there and go crazy.

Did you sleep?

I'll sleep in study hall.

I'd rather keep busy, you know?

- Right home after? - Right home after.

Okay.

- See you. - See you.

I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not gonna hurt you.