A Nightmare on Elm Street 3

                                    A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: 

                                          Dream Warriors

                                         A Screenplay By:

                                    Wes Craven and Bruce Wagner

         FADE IN:

         A COMPLETELY BLACK SCREEN.  THE FOLLOWING QUOTE IS SUPERED:

                                    "Sleep.  Those little slices

                                    of death.  How I loathe them."

                                                -- Edgar Allan Poe

                                                                                              FADE TO:

         INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

         Warren Zevon's "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead" BLARES from a radio as we begin a CLOSUP MONTAGE:

         CLOSEUP - A YOUNG GIRL'S HAND

         dips a strip of newspaper into a bowl of paper mache mix.

         CLOSEUP - THE WETTED PAPER

         is applied to a paper mache surface, and a popsicle stick is      pressed into place.  (We are TOO TIGHT to see the object being       constructed.)

         CLOSEUP - KRISTEN PARKER

         Kristen (16) is strikingly pretty, despite the dark, tired circles          under her eyes.  She's exhausted, but desperately trying to stay          awake.  She wears pajamas and robe.

         Her head nods, her eyelids close.  She snaps herself awake.

         CLOSEUP - THE RADIO

         She turns the VOLUME UP EVEN LOUDER.

         CLOSEUP - THE CLOCK

         It's 1:20 a.m.

         CLOSEUP - A JAR OF FOLGER'S COFFEE CRYSTALS

         She scoops out a spoonful.

         CLOSEUP - KRISTEN

         She puts the spoonful of coffee crystals in her mouth and chases       it down with a swig of Diet Coke.

         CLOSEUP - PAPER MACHE

         Another piece is applied.

         CLOSEUP - KRISTEN

         Nodding off again.  She rouses herself angrily.

         WIDER ANGLE

         The bedroom door opens and her mother enters.  ELAINE PARKER, late     30's, is dressed in an expensive evening gown that carefully    displays her assets.  She snaps the radio off.

                                                      ELAINE

                           Are you crazy?  You'll wake the whole

                           neighborhood!

                                                      KRISTEN

                                             (bleary-eyed)

                           Hi Mom.

                                                      ELAINE

                           Don't "hi Mom" me.  What are you still

                           doing up?  It's past one!

                                                      KRISTEN

                           I thought I'd wait for you.

                                                      ELAINE

                                             (softening)

                           Well, I'm home now, so you can go right

                           to sleep.  C'mon, angel.

                                                      KRISTEN

                           It's okay, I'm not tired.  Really.

                                                      ELAINE

                                             (turning down the bed)

                           Kristen, don't start with me.  You know

                           what your shrink said...

                                                      KRISTEN

                                             (sullen)

                           He's full of shit.

                                                      ELAINE

                           I am not going to let you get me into an

                           argument, goddamn it.  Not tonight.  Now

                           get in bed.

         Kristen does as she's told.  Her mother goes to the door and    reaches for the light switch.

                                                      KRISTEN

                                             (a soft plea)

                           Mom?  I'm still having these awful dreams.

         A MAN'S VOICE comes from downstairs:

                                                      MAN (O.S.)

                           Elaine?  Where do you keep the bourbon?

                                                      ELAINE

                           I'll be right down!

                                             (to Kristen)

                           Look honey, I've got a guest.

                                                      KRISTEN

                           And you don't want to keep him waiting.

                                                      ELAINE

                           That's right.  I don't.

         The door closes, shutting Kristen into darkness.  She lies in bed,        blinking back angry tears.  She turns on her side, her gaze       falling on:

         THE PAPER MACHE OBJECT

         It is a miniature house glowing weirdly in th moonlight.  A crude,       homemade replica of the Elm Street House.

         CLOSEUP - KRISTEN

         Staring at the tiny house, hearing her mother's FAINT LAUGHTER   downstairs.

         Kristen begins to nod off, though she's fighting it.

         A breeze starts up, rustling her hair.  Leaves fall across her     pillow and face.  Her mother's LAUGHTER FADES OUT, replaced by teh     EERIE GIGGLING of small children.  She awakes with a start.

         CAMERA SLOWLY PULLS BACK, CRANING UP TO REVEAL:

         Kristen's bed sits in the middle of the dark, deserted street in   front of the Elm Street House.

         Small CHILDREN are playing on the lawn.  The boys are dressed in    suits, the girls in party dresses.  They are jumping rope and     chanting a singsong:

                                                      CHILDREN

                           One, two, Freddy's coming for you,

                           three, four, better lock your door,

                           five, six, grab your crucifix...

         KRISTEN

         gets out of bed and approaches the children, transfixed.

         ...except for one eerily pretty LITTLE GIRL sitting on her red        tricycle near the front door, hair billowing in the breezes as she         stares at Kristen.

                                                      LITTLE GIRL

                           Hello.  What's your name?

                                                      KRISTEN

                           Kristen.  What's yours?

         The Little Girl giggles and smiles shyly, but doesn't answer.

                                                      KRISTEN (cont.)

                           What is this place?

         The wind kicks up, MOANING.  We hear the SOUND OF WIND CHIMES.

         THE WIND CHIME

         Tinkling in the wind.  The "chimes" are long razors.

         KRISTEN