nails. The whooshing is really starting to BLARE
now. He looks between the seats in front of him -- twists
around to look behind. He snaps back to the greyhaired man.
JACOB (contd)
Cant you hear that?
GREYHAIRED MAN
(losing patience)
Look, kid. Will you relax? Its just
the damn engines, okay?
The man glares at him, and Jacob backs off. The sound has
grown DEAFENING. Jacob grinds his seat like
grinding against him, clawing his back, shivering with
the sensations running through her. He carries her across the
room with her legs wrapped around him. They fall onto the bed.
CAMERA PULLS BACK, exiting through the window, traveling
smoothly outside...
2 EXT -- CABIN -- NIGHT (1946) 2
...to reveal the bungalow, remote in a wooded area, the
lovers cries spilling into the night...
...and
into his face... lower... over his chest... his navel. The SONG plays.
He is inside her... his head arches back... his throat white.
She arches her back... her hips grind... her breasts are high...
Her back arches back... back... her head tilts back... she extends her arms... the right arm comes down suddenly... the steel flashes... his throat is white...
He bucks, writhes, bucks, convulses...
Wes Cravens
A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET
1A. INT. (MONTAGE). 1A.
NIGHTMARE MUSIC THEME begins as we FADE UP on a SERIES OF SHOTS,
all CLOSE and teasing.
-- A mans FEET, in shabby work shoes, stalking
through a junk bin in a dark, fire-lit, ash-
dusted place. A huge BOILER ROOM is what it
is, although we only glimpse it piecemeal.
Then we SEE a MANS HAND, dirty and nail-bitten,
reach INTO FRAME and p
GRINDS into reverse back down the alley,
HEADLIGHTS SMASHED, it guns it backward as--
UTAH leaps over the dumpster and sprints after the car.
He has a brick in his right hand. He cocks it back.
Johnny HEAVES the brick thirty yards and--
SMASH! The brick EXPLODES into the windshield,
SPIDERWEBBING the glass.
Lady Pignose flinches from the glass fragments thrown into
her face.
LADY PIGNOSE
Son of a