{"id":6244,"date":"1992-09-01T00:01:26","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:01:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=6244"},"modified":"2012-08-02T02:16:41","modified_gmt":"2012-08-02T02:16:41","slug":"a-nightmare-on-elm-street-3-dream-warriors-adaptation-excerpts-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-3-dream-warriors-adaptation-excerpts-6\/","title":{"rendered":"A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors \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\/1562391585?ie=UTF8&#038;tag=thenightmaone-20&#038;linkCode=xm2&#038;camp=1789&#038;creativeASIN=1562391585\" target=\"_blank\">Order<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>SIX<\/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,  Joey was lying in a coma in the intensive care unit. He was hooked up to monitoring devices and a respirator. Technicians and neurosurgeons surrounded his bed. Gordon and Thompson stood in the doorway, sick with worry. Doctor Carver, the supervising physician of Westin Hills, was stewing in controlled anger beside them. Simms was there as well, wearing a self-righteous expression. Finally a neurosurgeon exited the room and shook his head. \u201cHe\u2019s in a deep coma. There\u2019s nothing we can do for him.\u201d Then he walked away. Carver turned to Gordon. \u201cThis is inexcusable.\u201d \u201cThe session was unauthorized,\u201d Simms said. \u201cIt was purposely conducted without my knowledge.\u201d \u201cUnusual steps were called for,\u201d Gordon stated. \u201cIs that what I should tell this young man\u2019s parents?\u201d Carver snapped. \u201cI understand you prescribed a highly experimental drug?\u201d \u201cDr. Carver,\u201d Nancy said, \u201che\u2019s not in a coma because of the Hypnocyl.\u201d Carver glared at Nancy. \u201cYoung lady, your opinion is of no interest to me. Furthermore, according to Dr. Simms, you\u2019ve been creating panic among the patients.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s not true,\u201d Gordon said. \u201cDr. Gordon,\u201d Carver said, \u201cin the last four days we\u2019ve had two suicides. Now a boy is in a coma. I think it\u2019s safe to say that your approach has failed\u2014entirely! You\u2019re both relieved of your duties. I want you out of here. Today.\u201d Carver departed. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Neil,\u201d Simms said. \u201cYou brought this on yourself.\u201d \u201cElizabeth, please,\u201d Gordon said softly, \u201cjust try to help the kids, will you? Listen to them.\u201d \u201cOf course,\u201d Simms said. Then she walked away. \u201cWhat are we going to do?\u201d Nancy said. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing we can do. It\u2019s out of our hands.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>That same night, Gordon stood outside the hospital packing boxes of personal files into the trunk of his car. He spotted a picture of a Group picnic featuring himself with Jennifer and Philip and stared sadly at it for a moment. Then he slammed the trunk and gazed momentarily at the unused wing of the hospital. The wing was old, unattended, and crumbling. A shrouded white figure stood in an upper floor window. Gordon gasped. It was the nun from the funeral. Before he could call out to her, she turned away and disappeared from view. Gordon paused for a moment, then approached the building. He grabbed a set of double doors and rattled them, but they were sealed with a rusty chain and padlock. Gordon moved to a broken window and peered through the boards nailed across it. He could see into the long main hallway. Then he caught a glimpse of the nun at the far end as she came down the stairs. She turned on the landing and headed downstairs to the basement.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSister! Sister!\u201d Gordon cried, knocking on the boards. He pried one loose and entered the building. Gordon found himself in a forgotten, dusty corridor with peeled paint on water-stained walls. The only feature in the dead end hallway was a partially opened rusty iron door with a small barred window. A faint buzzing rose and fell from within. Gordon approached. \u201cExcuse me. Sister?\u201d No answer. Just another swell of faint buzzing. Gordon pushed open the door. It squealed loudly on its hinges. He entered a huge, shadowy, dungeon-like room. Flaking cement pillars stood draped with cobwebs. Rusted remains of bedframes and scraps of wood littered the floor. The buzzing grew louder, then fell away. \u201cHello?\u201d Gordon called out. A wooden match ignited near him, sounding like a shotgun in the stillness. Suddenly, the nun appeared. Gordon gasped. \u201cThis is where it began,\u201d the nun said ominously. She turned and lit a candle in a tiny alcove before a statue of the Virgin Mary. Dim light sputtered up. \u201cThis wing\u2019s been closed for years,\u201d Gordon said, looking around. \u201cWhat was this place?\u201d \u201cPurgatory,\u201d the nun replied. \u201cFashioned by the hands of men. Twisted, lost souls\u2014the worst of the criminally insane were locked away in here like animals.\u201d \u201cThe whole facility was shut down in the Forties, wasn\u2019t it? Some kind of scandal&#8230;\u201d The nun nodded. \u201cA young girl on the staff was accidentally locked in here over the holidays. The inmates managed to keep her hidden for days. She was raped\u2014hundreds of times. When they found her, she was barely alive\u2026and with child. That girl was Amanda Krueger. Her child\u2014\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cWas Freddy!\u201d Gordon stated.<br \/>\n\u201cThe son of a hundred maniacs. Some say he was murdered, though no body was ever found.\u201d<br \/>\nGordon was distracted by another swell of buzzing. A fly brushed past his face in the darkness. \u201cYou said something before&#8230; about laying him to rest?\u201d \u201cYou must find the remains,\u201d the nun said, \u201cand bury them in hallowed ground.\u201d She turned and climbed the stairs. \u201cHallowed ground?\u201d Gordon asked. The nun paused at the top of the stairs. \u201cIf your only faith is science, Doctor, it may be you that\u2019s laid to rest.\u201d The nun departed and the door began to close behind her, plunging the room into darkness. Gordon scrambled up the stairs and grabbed the door before it could close. Pushing through, he entered the corridor and looked around. The nun had disappeared.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Nancy sat at Joey\u2019s bedside, gazing at him. He was so still, so frail. She spoke in a whisper, but her voice was fierce. \u201cLet him go, you creep,\u201d she said. Suddenly, short slashes began crisscrossing his nightshirt. Terror seized Nancy. Then Gordon entered the room and stood at her side. The slashes spelled out a message in crude letters: COME AND GET HIM. Nancy and Gordon stared at each other in horror. Then Gordon grabbed Nancy by the hand and took her to his car. They sped away from the hospital.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re not going in,\u201d Gordon said. \u201cThat\u2019s exactly what he wants. As long as you\u2019re on Hypnocyl, he can\u2019t get to you.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t you think I know that?\u201d Nancy said. \u201cI don\u2019t have any choice.\u201d \u201cGetting yourself killed won\u2019t do the kids any good. Besides, we do have a choice.\u201d \u201cAssuming your mysterious nun is right.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ve heard crazier things this week,\u201d Gordon stated. \u201cAll right. Whoever she is, I\u2019ll admit she seems to know more about Krueger than I do.\u201d \u201cThe question is,\u201d Gordon said, \u201cwhat happened to Freddy\u2019s body?\u201d \u201cThey burned him to death in his boiler room,\u201d Nancy said, \u201cbut they were smart enough to hide his remains.\u201d \u201cWho would know where they were hidden?\u201d Nancy paused. \u201cThere\u2019s only one man left\u2026and it\u2019s time for him to talk.\u201d Gordon drove to the worst side of town and pulled up to Little Nemo\u2019s Tavern. Gordon and Nancy got out of the car and entered the building. They spotted a dark, grubby figure at the bar, staring at nothing. His unshaven face was hard and bitter, haunted by old sorrows. He wore a sodden, rumpled night-watchman\u2019s uniform.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHello, father,\u201d Nancy said. Donald Thompson looked up slowly from his beer. He smiled wanly. \u201cWell, if it isn\u2019t my little girl\u2026come to visit her Daddy.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s been a long time.\u201d \u201cYeah, but here you are. How\u2019d I get so lucky? I thought you were trying to forget I was alive.\u201d Nancy hesitated. \u201cI need your help.\u201d Her father chuckled. \u201cFred Krueger\u2019s dead. You always had a little trouble understanding that, Princess.\u201d \u201cYou know what he did,\u201d Nancy said. \u201cHe\u2019s doing it again.\u201d \u201cShe\u2019s telling the truth,\u201d Gordon said. Mr. Thompson\u2019s eyes flicked up at Gordon. \u201cI don\u2019t recall as we ever met, friend,\u201d he said in a low dangerous tone. \u201cAnd I don\u2019t believe this is any of your business.\u201d \u201cI think we can stop him this time,\u201d Nancy interrupted. \u201cStop him for good. But we need to know where his bones were hidden.\u201d \u201cI lost too much over this already,\u201d Mr. Thompson said. \u201cI\u2019m through with it.\u201d \u201cPeople are still dying,\u201d Nancy said. \u201cAfter all this time. Stop running away from it. Daddy, please&#8230; don\u2019t make me beg. You owe me.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Mr. Thompson met his daughter\u2019s gaze, then looked away. \u201cIt\u2019s been nice seeing you, baby. Don\u2019t stay away so long next time.\u201d Nancy bolted from the table, tears in her eyes. Gordon glared at Mr. Thompson, then hurried after her. They stopped at the restroom alcove. \u201cNancy&#8230;\u201d Gordon said. \u201cI\u2019ll be okay,\u201d Nancy said. \u201cJust give me a minute.\u201d Suddenly, Gordon\u2019s beeper went off. He checked the number and stepped to a payphone to make the call. \u201cDoctor Gordon?\u201d the disturbed voice answered. \u201cTaryn, is that you?\u201d Gordon said as Thompson listened. \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter?\u201d \u201cYou gotta come right away. It\u2019s Kristen. She had a total fit when Simms told us you and Nancy got fired. Simms put Kristen in the Quiet Room for the night. They sedated her. She\u2019s too doped up to stay awake for long. She\u2019s alone in there\u2014alone! Freddy\u2019s gonna get her!\u201d Gordon\u2019s face turned white. \u201cOkay, none of you panic. Just stay cool. Help\u2019s on the way.\u201d He hung up. \u201cWe\u2019ve got to get over there now,\u201d Nancy said. <\/p>\n<p>Gordon dug out his car keys and handed them to her. \u201cYou go.\u201d Nancy frowned as she stared at him. \u201cI\u2019m gonna get the remains,\u201d Gordon said. \u201cNeil, it\u2019s no use. You saw how he is.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll talk to him. Just get to the hospital. Make Simms understand.\u201d \u201cShe\u2019ll never understand. I\u2019ve got to get to Kristen somehow.\u201d \u201cBe careful,\u201d Gordon said. Their eyes locked for a long, intense moment. Then they shared a spontaneous, passionate kiss. Nancy turned and left without another word.<\/p>\n<p>Gordon approached Mr. Thompson at the bar. Mr. Thompson ignored him. \u201cI\u2019m Neil Gordon. Pleased to meet you. There, now we\u2019ve met.\u201d Suddenly, Gordon grabbed Mr. Thompson by the collar and slammed him against the wall. Gordon and Mr. Thompson stood nose to nose. \u201cListen up,\u201d Gordon said, barely containing his rage. \u201cI don\u2019t know if you care whether Nancy lives or dies, but I do.\u201d Gordon thumped Mr. Thompson against the wall. \u201cNow, you and I are going on a little scavenger hunt.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Kristen wandered in aimless circles in the confinement of the small padded room, weeping with despair as she desperately tried to stay awake. \u201cPlease&#8230; please&#8230;\u201d she whimpered. She stumbled and lurched into the wall, held up by sheer luck alone. She pushed herself away, staggering\u2014her movements jerky and uncoordinated. \u201cDon\u2019t make&#8230;me&#8230;sleep&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Mr. Thompson\u2019s battered old Nissan pick-up truck grounded to a stop in front of a small church in a poor neighborhood. \u201cWhat are we doing here?\u201d Mr. Thompson said. Gordon shut off the ignition and took the keys. Then he saw a small bottle of whiskey jutting from Mr. Thompson\u2019s jacket. Gordon snatched the bottle before Mr. Thompson could react. \u201cI won\u2019t be long,\u201d Gordon said. He emptied the bottle on the pavement and rushed into the church. Three worshippers were seated in pews, seeking comfort in silent prayer. Gordon spotted a small basin of holy water attached to the wall. He submerged the bottle, filling it with holy water. Capping the bottle, Gordon walked up the aisle to a candle shrine. A foot-high crucifix was attached to the wall above it. Gordon grabbed the cross and tried to lift it off its mount. It came loose with a loud clang. Feeling conspicuous, Gordon turned to find himself facing a priest. \u201cOh, hello,\u201d Gordon said. \u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re doing?\u201d the priest said. \u201cLook, I\u2019m sorry, but I need this.\u201d He dug out his wallet, but it was empty. \u201cI swear I\u2019ll reimburse you. Really. Here, keep my driver\u2019s license. I\u2019ll be right back.\u201d Gordon hurried out, leaving the baffled priest behind.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Nancy entered the hospital and hurried toward the Quiet Room. Max appeared, blocking her from the hallway. \u201cMax,\u201d she said, \u201cI have to see Kristen!\u201d Max shook his head. \u201cYou don\u2019t understand,\u201d Nancy cried. The big man held up his hand for silence. \u201cSave your breath, Ms. Thompson. Dr. Simms gave me specific instructions. Nobody gets to see Kristen\u2014especially you. She made that real clear.\u201d \u201cBut Max, she needs me. It could mean life or death.\u201d Max paused. \u201cLook, I think you really mean well. But my kids been dyin\u2019 off. Even if I didn\u2019t have orders from Simms, I wouldn\u2019t let you near her. No way.\u201d \u201cOkay, Max, I understand. Can I say goodbye to the others?\u201d He hesitated. \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019ll be my last chance. Please?\u201d Max finally nodded. \u201cYou got five minutes.\u201d Nancy headed for the dorms. As she came around the corner, Taryn, Will, and Kincaid were frantically waiting for her. \u201cWhat\u2019d you do, take the scenic route?\u201d Taryn said. \u201cNo time for that,\u201d Nancy whispered. \u201cCome on.\u201d \u201cWhere?\u201d asked Will. \u201cOur last Group,\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-3-dream-warriors-adaptation-excerpts-5\/\">Chapter 5<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-3-dream-warriors-adaptation-excerpts-7\/\">Chapter 7<\/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 SIX<\/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":[15,339],"class_list":["post-6244","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-merchandise","tag-a-nightmare-on-elm-street-3-dream-warriors","tag-bob-italia"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6244","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=6244"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6244\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6260,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6244\/revisions\/6260"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6244"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6244"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6244"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}