{"id":5760,"date":"1992-09-01T00:00:12","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:00:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=5760"},"modified":"2012-03-10T04:23:35","modified_gmt":"2012-03-10T04:23:35","slug":"a-nightmare-on-elm-street-adaptation-excerpts-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-adaptation-excerpts-2\/","title":{"rendered":"A Nightmare on Elm Street \u2014 Adaptation Excerpts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Adapted by Bob Italia<br \/>\nTranscribed by Rob Nimmo<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/1562391569?ie=UTF8&#038;tag=thenightmaone-20&#038;linkCode=xm2&#038;camp=1789&#038;creativeASIN=1562391569\" target=\"_blank\">Order<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>TWO<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<div style=\u201ddisplay:block;float:right;\">\n<div style=\"padding-left: 16px;\"><script type=\"text\/javascript\"><!--\ngoogle_ad_client = \"ca-pub-0772942500851985\";\n\/* 250 *\/\ngoogle_ad_slot = \"3976876457\";\ngoogle_ad_width = 250;\ngoogle_ad_height = 250;\n\/\/-->\n<\/script><br \/>\n<script type=\"text\/javascript\"\nsrc=\"http:\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/show_ads.js\">\n<\/script><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>Later that night, an unmarked police car sped to the curb outside the police station. Lieutenant Don Thompson emerged and popped a cigarette in his mouth. Officer Parker greeted Thompson. Parker looked shakened. \u201cSorry to wake you, Lieutenant,\u201d Parker said. \u201cI\u2019d have canned you if you hadn\u2019t,\u201d Thompson said. \u201cWhat you got?\u201d Parker stumbled to open the door for Thompson as he bulled into the station at a furious pace. \u201cHer name was Tina Gray,\u201d Parker said. \u201cIt was her home. Father abandoned ten years ago, mother\u2019s in Vegas with a boyfriend. We\u2019re trying to reach her now.\u201d Thompson grimaced as he headed toward his office. \u201cWhat\u2019s the Coroner got to say?\u201d \u201cSomething like a razor was the weapon,\u201d Parker said, \u201cbut nothing found on the scene. Looks like her boyfriend did it. Rod Lane. Musician type, arrests for brawling, dope\u2013\u201d \u201cTerrific,\u201d Thompson snapped. \u201cWhat was she doing there?\u201d \u201cShe lived there,\u201d Parker said. \u201cI don\u2019t mean her\u2013\u201d Thompson burst into his office. Nancy and her mother, Marge, were waiting anxiously for him. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat was she doing there?\u201d Thompson said to Marge. \u201cHello to you, too, Donald,\u201d Marge replied. All the steam left Thompson. He looked at Nancy and winced. She looked like a wreck. Her skin was clammy and the color of paste. Marge gave her ex-husband a worried-glance. Thompson pulled a chair close to Nancy. \u201cHow ya doin\u2019, pal?\u201d he said softly. \u201cOkay,\u201d Nancy replied. \u201cHi, dad.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t want to get into this now,\u201d Thompson said. \u201cI know you need time. But I sure would like to know what you were doing shacked up with three other kids in the middle of the night \u2013 especially with a lunatic like Lane.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cRod\u2019s not a lunatic,\u201d Nancy said.<br \/>\n\u201cYou got a sane explanation for what he did?\u201d Thompson said.<br \/>\nNancy stared blankly as she shred a tissue.<br \/>\n\u201cApparently he was crazy jealous,\u201d Marge said. \u201cNancy said they\u2019d had a fight, Rod and Tina.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cIt wasn\u2019t that serious,\u201d Nancy said softly.<br \/>\n\u201cMaybe you don\u2019t think murder\u2019s serious,\u201d Marge said.<br \/>\nNancy sat upright, her eyes flashing. \u201cShe was my best friend! Don\u2019t you dare say I don\u2019t take her death seriously! I just mean their fights weren\u2019t that serious. She dreamed this would happen.\u201d \u201cWhat?\u201d Thompson said. \u201cShe had a nightmare about somebody trying to kill her, last night\u201d Nancy said tearfully. \u201cThat\u2019s why we were there. She was afraid to sleep alone.\u201d \u201cShe\u2019s been through enough for one night,\u201d Marge said. \u201cYou have her statement.\u201d Nancy and Marge started out. \u201cI suggest you keep a little better track of her,\u201d Thompson said. \u201cShe\u2019s still a kid, you know.\u201d \u201cYou think I knew there were boys there?\u201d Marge snapped. \u201cYou try raising a teenager alone!\u201d Nancy and Marge left the room. Thompson glared at Parker. \u201cSee that they get home okay.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The next morning, Nancy was walking alone down a sidewalk on her way to school. Sensing she was being watched, she looked across the street. A man in dark clothes was holding up a newspaper, staring at her. Nancy shrugged and continued on, then stopped and looked back. The man was gone. Suddenly, a bloodied hand clamped over her mouth and dragged her into the bushes. Nancy struggled, twisting against the powerful assailant. Then Nancy realized it was Rod Lane. He was barefoot, clad only in jeans and leather jacket. His skin was pale as a ghost\u2019s. Rod released her warily. Nancy made no move to run or scream.<br \/>\n\u201cYour old man thinks I did it, don\u2019t he?\u201d Rod said.<br \/>\n\u201cHe doesn\u2019t know you,\u201d Nancy said. \u201cCouldn\u2019t you change your clothes?\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cThe cops were all over my house,\u201d Rod replied. \u201cThey\u2019ll kill me for sure.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cNobody\u2019s going to kill you,\u201d Nancy said.<br \/>\nHe ran his hands down his face. \u201cI never touched her.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cYou were screaming like crazy,\u201d Nancy said.<br \/>\n\u201cSomeone else was there,\u201d Rod stated.<br \/>\n\u201cThe door was locked from your side,\u201d Nancy said.<br \/>\nRod grabbed her hard. His muscular body tensed. \u201cDon\u2019t look at me like I\u2019m some kind of fruitcake or something.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cGood morning, Mr. Lane,\u201d a voice interrupted.<br \/>\nRod jerked around. Thompson pointed his .38 at Rod\u2019s belly. \u201cNow just step away from her, son.\u201d<br \/>\nRod backed away, looking at Nancy with a terrible sadness. Then he dived out of the bushes and began running. Thompson aimed his revolver at Rod \u2013 but Nancy jumped between them. Thompson jerked his gun into the air. \u201cAre you crazy?\u201d he said. Then he rushed after Rod. Rod raced like a frightened animal across the lawns. But the plain clothes police officers cut him off. Rod scampered away from them, but then two uniformed officers grabbed him and wrestled him to the ground. One officer held Rod\u2019s knife in the air for Thompson to see. Then they forced Rod into the squad car. \u201cI didn\u2019t do it!\u201d Rod shouted. \u201cI didn\u2019t kill her!\u201d The officers slammed the door, and took Rod to the police station.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Later that day, Nancy was in English class. She was trying to concentrate, but was just too tired. She began nodding off, barely able to keep her eyes open in the warm, close boredom of the classroom. When her cheek rested against the desk, she could hear a sad and distant voice. \u201cNancy,\u201d Tina said. Nancy looked through the open doorway of the classroom into the hall. She saw a full-sized, clear plastic body bag. There was movement within. Nancy slipped from her seat. No one noticed her leaving the classroom. Nancy looked down the hall in each direction. No sign of anybody. \u201cNancy,\u201d Tina\u2019s voice whispered. Nancy wheeled around and saw the body bag at the far end of the hall. Then a pale hand thrust out of it. Moments later, the bag slid out of sight. Nancy ran down the hall and around the corner. Then she gazed down a stairwell filled with an orange glow. \u201cTina?\u201d Nancy said. Nancy descended the steps and entered a dank boiler room. A trail of blood ran behind a crackling, red-hot boiler. Terror slowly moved across her face. Then she heard a low, sinister giggle.<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, Tina\u2019s killer stepped from the shadow of tangled pipes. He wore a filthy red and green sweater and slouch hat. His melted face twisted into a smile as he slid his long blades from beneath his shirt and fanned them on the ends of his bony fingers. \u201cWho are you?\u201d Nancy asked. \u201cGonna get you,\u201d the leering man replied. Nancy jerked around and fled in blind panic into the first opening she saw \u2013 a dark pipe tunnel. The killer chased after her as Nancy tore ahead into the darkness. Deeper and deeper she ran into the labyrinth of steaming, sizzling pipes. The killer was just yards behind her. Soon she was trapped, just like Tina was before her. Nancy pressed her back to the wet bricks as the killer raised his knives to strike. Suddenly, Nancy realized what was happening. She shoved her arm against a scalding steam pipe\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u2026and she lurched up from her desk screaming, her arms raised to ward off the invisible blow, books clattering to the floor! The other girls nearby shrieked in surprise as Nancy stumbled over her books. Then she stopped, confused and groggy from the nightmare. Everybody was staring at Nancy as if she\u2019d gone mad. The teacher rushed to her side. \u201cOkay\u2013okay, Thompson,\u201d the teacher said. \u201cEverything\u2019s all right now. Let me call your mother.\u201d \u201cNo! No, really, I\u2019m fine,\u201d Nancy said, picking up her books. \u201cI\u2019ll go straight home. I\u2019m okay.\u201d Shaken, Nancy walked out of the building. Then she paused at a big pine tree and started crying. When she regained composure, Nancy rubbed her arm absently, lost in thought. Then her eyes flew open as she lifted her arm to stare at the spot she touched. There was a burn mark, about the size of a half-dollar. Nancy was utterly and chillingly confused. Suddenly, Tina appeared out of nowhere. \u201cCouldn\u2019t get back to sleep,\u201d she said. \u201cWhat did you dream?\u201d Then she was gone. Nancy walked quickly to her father\u2019s police station and entered his office. \u201cDad, I want to see Rod Lane.\u201d Thompson looked uneasy. \u201cOnly family allowed, Nancy. You know the drill.\u201d \u201cI just want to talk to him for a second,\u201d she said. \u201cHe\u2019s dangerous,\u201d her father replied. \u201cYou don\u2019t know he did it!\u201d \u201cNo, I know, thanks to your own testimony, that he was locked in a room with a girl who went in alive and came out in a body bag.\u201d Nancy flinched. \u201cI just want to talk to him. Please, Dad.\u201d Thompson\u2019s neck grew red. \u201cMake it fast.\u201d Nancy was escorted to Rod\u2019s cell. She began talking to him about the night Tina died, then paused as a guard passed by. \u201cAnd then what happened?\u201d she said to Rod. Rod ran his fingers through his wet hair. \u201cI told you. It was dark, but I\u2019m sure there was someone else in there, under the covers with her.\u201d \u201cHow could somebody get under the covers with you guys without you knowing it?\u201d \u201cHow do I know?\u201d Rod said. \u201cI don\u2019t expect you to believe me.\u201d Nancy studied Rod\u2019s eyes, then leaned closer. \u201cWhat did he look like? Did you get a look at him?\u201d Rod turned away. \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cWell then how can you say somebody else was there?\u201d Rod smashed his fist against the wall. \u201cI probably could have saved her if I\u2019d moved sooner. But I thought it was just another nightmare, like the one I had the night before. There was this guy who had knives for fingers\u2026\u201d Nancy swallowed hard as she turned white. \u201cDo you think I did it?\u201d Rod asked. \u201cNo,\u201d Nancy replied.<\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-adaptation-excerpts-1\/\">Chapter 1<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-adaptation-excerpts-3\/\">Chapter 3<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Adapted by Bob Italia Transcribed by Rob Nimmo Order TWO<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[11,339],"class_list":["post-5760","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-merchandise","tag-a-nightmare-on-elm-street","tag-bob-italia"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5760","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5760"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5760\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5765,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5760\/revisions\/5765"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5760"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5760"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5760"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}