OPEN ON: INT. HELL - DARKNESS Groping through a dense blackness, we suddenly PAN ACROSS a scarred, disfigured face with black eyes and a jagged grin. This is FREDDY KRUEGER. He speaks, cold breath issuing from his cracked and burned lips. FREDDY It was their fear that gave me my power. Fear that freed me from the shackles of Hell. CUT TO: EXT. ELM STREET - NIGHT - "FREDDY VS JASON" Krueger stands at the end of the street, his very shadow coming to life and tearing toward the terrified BLAKE. FREDDY (V.O.) Those who knew my name - my face - brought me back. CUT TO: INT. MARK'S BATHROOM - "FREDDY VS JASON" Krueger slams the tormented MARK into the wall, grinning maniacally. FREDDY (V.O.) They gave me another chance to kill, and kill again. CUT TO: EXT. CRYSTAL LAKE DOCK - NIGHT - "FREDDY VS JASON" Soaked in lakewater and sweat, busty LORI CAMPBELL rears back over a battered, dismembered Freddy with a gleaming machete. FREDDY (V.O.) Then they sent me BACK!! SFX - Freddy is DECAPITATED! CUT TO: INT. HELL - DARKNESS Close on Freddy's demonic visage as he snarls. FREDDY They've already forgotten me. They've left me here. My children... Suddenly, we PULL BACK to reveal Freddy from the waist-up, his sweater torn, bloodied and charred - his face contorted with horror as FLAMES rise in the F.G... FREDDY (V.O.) There's always another way... The flames swell to fill the screen, and Freddy's SCREAM fades out: SUPERIMPOSE TITLE: "FREDDY VS MICHAEL" CUT TO: INT. MYERS HOUSE - GARAGE - "HALLOWEEN: RESURRECTION" We PULL BACK from the flames to reveal that we're now in the Myers house. THE SHAPE - MICHAEL MYERS is caught in a tangle of cables, hanging like a crucified murder messiah as electricity courses through his body. Any hope of escape is thwarted by the burning, collapsing garage. The Shape looks up with eyes that almost seem weary...plastic and blood begin to run from the sockets as he's cooked alive. Then he falls limp. CUT TO: INT. SMITH'S GROVE SANITARTIUM - OBSERVATION ROOM (VIDEO) A grainy, black-and-white video feed shows a boy of 8 or 9 sitting quietly in a chair - YOUNG MICHAEL MYERS. O.S., a calm, measured voice - DR. LOOMIS - speaks. LOOMIS (V.O.) Michael? (no response) Why haven't you been sleeping? SLOW ZOOM on Young Michael's blank expression. Loomis continues, as if he's having a conversation with the child. LOOMIS (V.O.) (CONT'D) All day and all night staring out that window. Not moving. Not even thinking. Hiding in there, Michael. (pause) What are you waiting for? It grows silent. Young Michael just stares into space - his look isn't menacing, it isn't pathetic, it's utterly empty. CUT TO: INT. SMITH'S GROVE SANITARTIUM - CORRIDOR (VIDEO) We see the back of Loomis as he walks down the hall in his signature trench coat, his hand on the shoulder of Young Michael, who shuffles quietly alongside him. The picture is replaced by roaring STATIC. HARD CUT TO: INT. HADDONFIELD MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - NIGHT The usual hustle and bustle of an emergency room is absent. It's 11:30 PM, and only a young blonde nurse, CAITLIN HOLDT, is on the scene. CUT TO: INT. ELEVATOR Caitlin steps in and presses the button for the basement level. We see the HMH emblem on the control panel, identifying her location. CUT TO: INT. BASEMENT LEVEL WIDE - Caitlin steps from the elevator into a dim concrete tunnel. It's quiet - too quiet - and she moves nervously down the poorly-lit hall. SUPERIMPOSE TITLES: "HADDONFIELD, ILLINOIS." "OCTOBER 30, 2004." "HALLOWEEN". A thick steel door with a meshed porthole awaits at the other end. She takes a keycard from around her neck and slides it. Access granted. CUT TO: INT. MAXIMUM SECURITY WING Caitlin passes through. The door remains open behind her... CUT TO: INT. MYERS ROOM Peering through the window in the next door, she reluctantly opens it and enters the room. There is a patient swathed in bandages and under restraint, intravenous lines running into either arm - panning around the bed, the attached medical chart confirms his identity. Caitlin glances at the EKG monitor, then at the wrapped face, eyes closed, before her. Myers's head moves a fraction of an inch. Caitlin jumps back. She silently scolds herself and steps toward the comatose Myers again... Thick arms wrap around her waist from behind! Caitlin screams! BRAD Whoa, didn't mean to scare ya. BRAD, a handsome, dusty-haired jock, offers a mischievous grin as Caitlin turns to slap at him. CAITLIN Yes you did! BRAD I followed you down. I thought your shift was over? CAITLIN I just need to check on this patient. She moves past Brad to scribble on the medical chart. Brad frowns and pokes Myers's head with a finger. CAITLIN Brad! Don't touch him! BRAD Like he could tell the difference. So when are we getting out of here? Amanda's party isn't going to last much longer. CAITLIN It's not even midnight yet. BRAD Cops'll be breaking it up by two. C'mon Caitlin, drain this dude's bedpan or whatever and let's split. CAITLIN Don't rush me. She props the chart against her breast and gives him a look of mock anger. BRAD I don't have to rush. He tests the mattress with his hand and gives her a smile. CAITLIN Brad, no way. Especially with this guy. Don't you know who he is? Brad shrugs. Caitlin turns the chart toward him. BRAD (reading) "Myers, Michael Audrey". (recognition finally crosses his face) Holy shit! This is the guy who killed all those kids on Lampkin Lane! That Internet thing! CAITLIN It's a lot worse than that, Brad. He's killed dozens of people in Haddonfield over the years. And when he wakes up - IF he wakes up - he's going to stand trial for it. BRAD This dude had better get Cochran. Caitlin rolls her eyes at the dated wisecrack and replaces the chart. CAITLIN Let's go. BRAD Hold on. Michael fucking Myers, huh? CAITLIN Brad, please... Bemused, he turns to the bedside table and picks up a binder. BRAD What's this, his portfolio? CAITLIN Those are Doctor Gordon's notes. Don't touch them, please! Brad ignores her and flips through the binder's contents. BRAD Whoa... Despite her annoyance, Caitlin's curiosity is piqued. CAITLIN What? BRAD This isn't even about Myers. (reading) "The Trauminol regiment is working exactly as expected. I'm almost there - soon Fred Krueger will once again be a reality. And then - nothing." (to Caitlin) Who's Fred Krueger? CAITLIN I don't know. (beat) Why don't you put that down? ANGLE OVER BRAD - the doctor's writings are accompanied by news clippings about the "Springwood Slasher". BRAD Is this Doctor Gordon prescribing himself some shit? Brad laughs and tosses the binder onto the table. BRAD Looks like this Krueger was a murderer too. Maybe the doc's obsessed with serial killers or something. CAITLIN Let's just leave. I don't like this. BRAD What's not to like? Me and you in a dark room... He moves in for the score. Caitlin rebuffs him and stalks out. BRAD (CONT'D) Oooookay. CUT TO: INT. HOLDT HOME - LIVING ROOM Caitlin backs into the room, her face glued to Brad's. Giggling, she breaks off - and sees someone sitting in a Lay Z-Boy facing the door. CAITLIN Shit! I mean, hi! SHERIFF KAREN HOLDT wears the lines and wrinkles of a mother who loves too much. She manages to crack a smile, though. SHERIFF HOLDT So I guess you're not staying very long? CAITLIN Well, Amanda's having a party tonight, we thought we'd drop by... BRAD Hi, Missus Holdt. I mean, Sheriff. Er. SHERIFF HOLDT "Karen" is fine. (to Caitlin) I want you home in an hour. CAITLIN An hour? C'mon. SHERIFF HOLDT You heard me. If you want to stay out all night tomorrow, then you do what I say. CAITLIN Fine. Let's go Brad. She pushes him back out the door. Holdt sighs and swivels toward the television. CUT TO: INT. TRUCK Brad drives Caitlin away from the house. She peels off her nurse's uniform, getting a sweater from her gym bag to pull over the t-shirt beneath. BRAD Hey, you want me to get into an accident? CAITLIN You see enough of these, watch the road. BRAD I don't see nearly enough. He reaches out to palm her breast. She knocks him away with an elbow, scowling playfully. CAITLIN At least wait until Tower Farm. BRAD What's so special about Tower Farm? CAITLIN Hank Ryan's Halloween party. BRAD Well, yeah. CAITLIN I was thinking... Brad tries to contain his exuberance. BRAD You mean...going all the way? CAITLIN Yeah, that's what I mean. I might've said "making love" but I guess "stealing home" works just as well. BRAD I didn't say that. Hey, you know I love you. That's why I'm busting out of my pants right now. CAITLIN Keep it in the stable, cowboy. CUT TO: EXT. AMANDA'S HOUSE - NIGHT Things are winding down at the house party - meaning people have spilled out into the yard, many of them passed out on the grass. With the curbs and driveway packed, Brad maneuvers onto the lawn and cuts the engine. CUT TO: INT. TRUCK BRAD Oh, shit. Caitlin follows his glare out the windshield. CAITLIN What?...Oh. CAITLIN'S POV - A lanky, gawkish teen is walking in the direction of the truck. He suddenly spots them and stops, taking an awkward stance. This is: CAITLIN Ian. BRAD What is that moron doing here? Probably looking for you. He makes to get out of the truck. Caitlin grabs his arm. CAITLIN Brad...leave him alone. We're trying to be friends. BRAD He doesn't want to be friends. He's just looking for a beating. CAITLIN Did it ever occur to you that I can take care of myself? BRAD'S POV: Ian shoves his hands in his pockets and kicks a beer can into the street. BRAD (under his breath, but loud enough to hear) Fucking loser. CAITLIN What, are you jealous? Ian and I broke up months ago. End of story. Don't be like this. Brad scrunches up his brow and turns to her. BRAD If he tries anything...I mean, ANYTHING... CAITLIN I'm going to say hi to him, okay? She smiles widely and lets herself out. CUT TO: EXT. AMANDA'S HOUSE - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS Ian peers over Caitlin's shoulder at the truck as she approaches. IAN So Brad let you off your leash? CAITLIN Don't start. I came out here to make you look good, okay? IAN Gee, thanks. CAITLIN Brad's just being paranoid. He...everyone knows what we had. IAN Yeah. He looks forlornly at the grass. This guy is a real bucket of fun. CAITLIN We said we'd stay friends. I'm sure you'll start dating again- - IAN No. CAITLIN Ian...me and Brad are going to go inside. It was nice seeing you. Okay? He shrugs. Brad appears, slipping his arm around Caitlin's shoulders. BRAD 'Sup? IAN Hey Brad. BRAD You come alone, bud? Caitlin shoves an elbow into Brad's gut. CAITLIN See you inside, Ian. She tugs her boyfriend into the crowd. Ian fights the urge to turn and follow. CUT TO: INT. AMANDA'S HOUSE - DEN Inside, a small group has claimed the couch. AMANDA, the cheerleader princess propped on the back of the sofa, motions to Brad and Caitlin with a toss of her hair. AMANDA Glad you finally made it, Brad! She seems to be staring right through Caitlin. BRAD Caitlin was pulling a late shift at the hospital. Oh, holy shit you guys, I saw Michael Myers! Amanda's underling, RHONDA, throws out an exaggerated gasp. RHONDA That guy who like, killed his whole family? Not willing to lose the spotlight, Amanda drapes herself over Rhonda's shoulders. AMANDA Isn't he in a coma or something? RHONDA For like, two years. BRAD Yeah, I was standing right by the fucking guy. AMANDA Hey Caitlin, is he any good looking? She and her friends enjoy a laugh. Caitlin frowns and tries to pull Brad from the group. He's not budging. BRAD He's covered from head to toe in bandages. I- - He stops as Ian walks past the couch. BRAD (CONT'D) Hey Ian, you're into this fucked-up shit. Ever heard of a child killer named Fred Krueger? (gets no reply) Caitlin ever take you down to see Myers? Ian gives half a glance over his shoulder, picking through the liquor bottles on an end table. CAITLIN I didn't take you down there, Brad. BRAD Whatever. AMANDA All alone with some psycho killer? That's kind of a turn-on. BRAD That's what I said! Amanda smiles and adjusts herself on her Rhonda-perch, offering a luscious view. IAN (O.S.) You know... Everyone turns. IAN (CONT'D) Michael Myers killed a lot of people in this town. There might be people at this party who knew some of them. (turning away) Show some fucking respect. Brad shakes Caitlin off his arm. BRAD What was that, faggot? Ian ignores him. Brad storms over to him, thrusting his back to the wall. CAITLIN Brad! BRAD Stay out of this! IAN What's your problem? BRAD My problem is you, bitch! Some fucking Myers wannabe stalking MY girlfriend down the school halls. IAN If Caitlin didn't like talking to me, she'd say so. BRAD I don't give a fuck what she says. I don't like it. CAITLIN That's it. She pushes herself between the two of them. CAITLIN (CONT'D) Stop being a fucking child! Ian's right, you shouldn't have been down there in the first place. The audience has fallen silent. Brad brushes her off, straightening his jacket. BRAD Fuck Myers. "Did it ever occur to you that I can take care of myself", Caitlin? (beat) What'd I do down there, interrupt a Halloween handjob? Ian's fist connects with Brad's temple. Unfortunately, it's not enough to send the jock reeling, and Brad swings back, barely missing Caitlin as he cracks Ian's jaw. Ian plummets to the floor. IAN ...Fuck you asshole! Brad just massages his hand and nods cockily. Caitlin nudges him away from the boy on the floor. AMANDA Nice shot, Brad. CAITLIN Grow up, bitch. A couple of the guys on the couch whistle. Amanda forces a laugh and tosses her hair again. CUT TO: EXT. AMANDA'S HOUSE - BACK PORCH - NIGHT Ian gingerly rubs his jaw and twists open a bottle of vodka. Caitlin walks out and sits down beside him. CAITLIN Hey. IAN Just go, all right? I don't want the love of your life thinking we're out here planning to elope. CAITLIN That's not fair. (beat) Anyway, I think I'm through with him. I KNOW I am. IAN How do you go from me to...that? CAITLIN I don't know. Maybe I was just looking for something different. (mortified pause) I'm sorry Ian, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. IAN Forget about it. Look, I'd better get going. He hops off the porch and across the enormous yard. CAITLIN Ian... IAN I'll see you at school, all right? She lets him go. CUT TO: INT. AMANDA'S HOUSE - UPSTAIRS BEDROOM Brad hits the queen-size bed, hungrily pulling Amanda into a kiss. She pushes herself back up, only to peel off her top. Brad laughs and brings her back down. CUT TO: EXT. AMANDA'S HOUSE - NIGHT Caitlin sits on the front stoop. She glances from her watch to the near-empty yard. A dark-haired beauty, TARA, sits down beside Caitlin. TARA Where's my brother? CAITLIN He just left a few minutes ago. TARA What happened? Everyone's saying he attacked Brad. CAITLIN Bullshit...Tara, I don't know what to do. I mean, it hurts me too, you know? Seeing Ian, even if he's not with anyone. TARA Well, imagine how he feels seeing you with that jackass. CAITLIN You said you wouldn't take sides. Tara smiles and rests her head on Caitlin's shoulder. TARA This isn't about Ian. You just need to dump Brad. CAITLIN He's my ride. TARA He went upstairs with Amanda. CAITLIN Fucking asshole. TARA I'll give you a ride, okay? She slips her arm around Caitlin, and they get up to go inside. CUT TO: INT. AMANDA'S HOUSE - UPSTAIRS BEDROOM Brad finishes off a beer and settles back as Amanda, kneeling between his legs, unbuckles his belt. AMANDA Don't have too many of those. BRAD Don't worry baby, I've got staying power. Any other girl would be rolling on the floor, but Amanda giggles and tugs his pants down. BRAD Mmmm, trick or treat. AMANDA I'll show you a trick that Caitlin doesn't know. Her head ducks OUT OF FRAME. Brad moans and pulls another beer to his lips. Chugging half the bottle, he lies back and closes his eyes. A moment later he looks down - and frowns in confusion. BRAD Amanda? WIDE - The room is empty. He pulls up his jeans and heads out the door. CUT TO: INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS The house is quiet. And dark. Brad tries to shake some sense into his head. BRAD How many beers did I have? (counting on fingers) One, two... GIRLS' VOICES (V.O.) Freddy's coming for you... Brad descends the stairs into the DEN Which is also empty. BRAD Amanda?...Caitlin? GIRLS' VOICES (V.O.) Three four, better lock your door... On cue, the front door creaks open a bit. Brad is starting to lose his nerve. GIRLS' VOICES (V.O.) Five six, grab your crucifix... BRAD Who is that?! He starts toward the door. BRAD'S POV - ZOOM IN as the chorus continues: GIRLS' VOICES (V.O.) Seven eight, gonna stay up late... He grasps the doorknob. Listens fearfully. GIRLS' VOICES (V.O.) Nine, ten, never- - The singing comes to an abrupt halt. Brad pulls the door open. FREDDY STANDS THERE - restored in all his horrific glory, propped inside the doorframe with a SCALPED PONYTAIL in his claws. FREDDY I hate that fuckin' song. He drops the trophy and claims another, burying his claws in Brad's stomach! Freddy leers into the choking teen's face. FREDDY Trick or treat, Brad. A final twist of the razors, over and DOWN into the boy's guts... CUT TO: INT. AMANDA'S HOUSE - UPSTAIRS BEDROOM CU on Amanda's face as she bobs into view, looking up at Brad. AMANDA'S POV - Brad lies asleep before her. Asleep, but for the dark stain spreading across his abdomen, issuing from four points. A spurt of blood hits her in the eye. WIDE - Amanda shrieks and backpedals off the bed. CUT TO: INT. HOLDT HOME - CAITLIN'S BEDROOM Caitlin and Tara are thumbing through an old school yearbook. A phone rings in another room. A moment later, Sheriff Holdt opens the door while pulling on her coat. SHERIFF HOLDT You'd better come with me, hon. (beat) Both of you. CUT TO: INT. HADDONFIELD POLICE STATION - BOOKING ROOM Tara and Caitlin's faces have transformed into miserable expressions of horror. Slumped against a table beside the fingerprinting station, they watch as Sheriff Holdt emerges from an interrogation room, shutting the door behind her. TARA You can't be serious. Where's Ian? SHERIFF HOLDT He's back in a holding cell. (quickly) For now. TARA I want to talk to him! SHERIFF HOLDT Your parents will be here as soon as they can. Then- - TARA I want to see him now!! CAITLIN He couldn't have done this. SHERIFF HOLDT Did Ian get into a fight with Brad tonight? CAITLIN Yes. Of course he did. I mean, not of course but for Christ's sake Mom, this is Ian! Do you know how many people were at that party? SHERIFF HOLDT Yes, and we've accounted for most of them. (beat) When we picked Ian up, he was drunk. Doesn't remember a thing. CAITLIN Would you just listen to me?? SHERIFF HOLDT I don't expect you to understand or even care, Caitlin, but when it comes to something like this I am the sheriff first, and your mother second. CAITLIN What else is fucking new? SHERIFF HOLDT Excuse me- - CAITLIN You're not my mom right now, remember? TARA Has everyone forgotten about my fucking brother?! The interrogation room opens up, and a male deputy, MURPHY, walks out with Amanda in tow. CAITLIN (to Murphy) What is she doing here? (to her mother) What is she, a witness? Caitlin charges toward Amanda. Murphy catches her arm. CAITLIN (CONT'D) What the fuck did you tell them?! Amanda seems detached; she barely reacts to the struggling deputy & girl. CUT TO: INT. HADDONFIELD POLICE STATION - HOLDING CELL Ian squirms on a narrow cot. He calls to Murphy (who seems to have teleported to the room). IAN What time is it? The deputy approaches the bars. MURPHY Two in the A.M. IAN Have you heard from- - Murphy has already gone back to his desk. He makes a big display of putting his feet up and propping a MAXIM in his lap. IAN (whispering) Asshole. He lies back and shuts his eyes tight. IAN'S FATHER (O.S.) Son? He sits up to see his dad right there, well-dressed and flushed from the country club mixer, tapping lightly on the bars. IAN Dad! Ian runs over to him. Deputy Murphy is missing. IAN Dad, I didn't do it. I swear to God I didn't do anything. I just want to go home. Ian's father nods distractedly, pulling a cell phone from his jacket. IAN What are you doing? IAN'S FATHER Checking my messages. IAN How about calling your fucking lawyer, Dad? IAN'S FATHER What's the point, son? He gives Ian a sickeningly condescending look. IAN'S FATHER (CONT'D) Everyone in town knows you've still got a hard-on for Caitlin. Did you even get laid? He goes back to playing with his phone. Ian is stunned. He presses his face to the bars and screams in his dad's face. IAN LET ME OUT!!! A digital rendition of the Freddy Rhyme emanates from the phone. Dad turns away from the cell, Ian clutching desperately at him. IAN Dad!! IAN'S FATHER (back to Ian) It's for you. Freddy whirls around in Dad's place, splaying his claws! Ian backs up as Freddy swaggers toward the cell. FREDDY You still want out? Ian shakes his head frantically. Freddy nods- - FREDDY Then I'll just come in! He melts through the bars, laughing at Ian's terrified reaction. IAN Who - who are you?! FREDDY Who am I? Freddy considers the question for a moment. He seems to like where this is going. FREDDY I'll show you... IAN'S POV - Freddy leans toward us, opening his rotted mouth wide - ZOOM IN and down his throat, into DARKNESS. CUT TO: INT. HADDONFIELD POLICE STATION - HOLDING CELL Ian sits up like a board, letting out a high-pitched scream. CUT TO: INT. BOOKING ROOM - CONTINUOUS Caitlin is toe-to-toe with Deputy Murphy when she hears the scream erupt from down the hall. She takes off running. CUT TO: INT. HOLDING CELL - CONTINUOUS Caitlin runs in to find Ian throwing himself at the bars. IAN Caitlin! PLEASE!! It wasn't me! CAITLIN What's wrong?? Murphy swoops in to grab her, followed by Tara and Sheriff Holdt. TARA Ian! IAN Fred Krueger did it! Caitlin recognizes the name and falls limp in Murphy's arms. CAITLIN W-what? IAN (louder) Fred Krueger did it!! SHERIFF HOLDT Murphy, get everyone out of here! As the deputy manhandles Caitlin toward the door, she glimpses Amanda in the corridor - looking more numb than before. CUT TO: EXT. HADDONFIELD POLICE STATION - NIGHT Caitlin and Tara storm out, the sheriff right on their heels. SHERIFF HOLDT I want you to stay the hell away from this station, Caitlin! You don't need to be part of this! CAITLIN I already am, Mom! Tara is unlocking her car. Caitlin pushes away from her mother and gets in. SHERIFF HOLDT I mean it! CUT TO: INT. TARA'S CAR - CONTINUOUS Tara tries unsuccessfully to put the key in the ignition, and breaks down. TARA What are we going to do?? CAITLIN I think I might know something. Can you take us to the hospital? CUT TO: INT. AMANDA'S CAR - NIGHT Amanda is also sobbing uncontrollably as she cuts down a dark suburban road. She's forced to pull over, breaking down entirely. She leans her head against the steering wheel and manages a few deep breaths. Her tears subside. When she sits back up, the car is flooded by the RED-AND-BLUE LIGHTS from a police cruiser behind her. AMANDA Oh, shit! In the side mirror, we can see an officer walking up toward her window. Amanda presses the power window button and glances up. AMANDA'S POV - Freddy, in full uniform, clicks his claws against his belt with a sneer. She shrieks and sends the glass back up, clutching at the ignition. The police lights are now RED AND GREEN. Freddy's fist smashes through the window, seizing her sweater and yanking her from the car! CUT TO: INT. BOILER ROOM - CONTINUOUS She crashes onto a catwalk, before a seemingly-endless labyrinth of pipework and red-tinged steam. SFX - Freddy emerges from the steam behind her! Amanda screams and runs! CRANE SHOT - Several catwalks connect at a main platform, housing the monstrous FURNACE at the center of Freddy's dream sanctuary. Amanda stumbles across the grating. She backs into a bank of red and green pipes, not quite catching on- - NEW ANGLE - Freddy's arms come around and embrace her. He nuzzles her neck. FREDDY Your fear smells sweet. Amanda jerks away, barely able to squeak. FREDDY How about a little taste? WIDE - he circles the cowering girl. FREDDY You're an easy scare, ain't ya? Just like the others. Something about this town I like. AMANDA A-are you... He pulls off his fedora and leans in. FREDDY FREDDY?? AMANDA M-Michael M-Myers? Krueger is taken aback. He closes his fist over the hat and snarls. FREDDY Who- - That's when he, and we, see that the massive boiler has been cut away by the surreal sight of a two-story frame HOUSE, which has slid comfortably into the pipeworks. THE MYERS HOUSE. FREDDY (looking at house) What is this- - (looking at Amanda) WHORE!! He lunges at her, but she's scampering away - from the house. Freddy oughta check this out. He leaves her and walks over to the front door. Tugs on it. No dice. Freddy POUNDS on the door with both fists! THROWS HIMSELF into it! It's as if it is painted onto the fucking wall. He turns back to Amanda with fearsome resolve. FREDDY Had about enough of YOU. He raises the middle claw on his right hand - it lengthens to an impressive eight inches. FREDDY C'mere. Amanda tries to get up, but Freddy is upon her instantaneously, shoving the claw down her throat. FREDDY Take it all! She coughs up a gout of blood and falls back CUT TO: INT. AMANDA'S CAR - CONTINUOUS Into her seat. Dead. CUT TO: INT. BOILER ROOM The house is still behind Freddy. He sniffs the air, then begins to smile... CUT TO: INT. HADDONFIELD MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - LOBBY In the main lobby, Caitlin and Tara approach the nurse's station, manned by a buxom older lady. HEAD NURSE Didn't your shift just end a couple hours ago? CAITLIN I left my homework downstairs. I brought it with me when I was recording Michael Myers's vitals. The nurse scowls. HEAD NURSE You expect me to just give you the key? CAITLIN Please, it's due Monday? She looks at their puffy, tear-streaked faces. HEAD NURSE Well all right, if you're gonna start crying about it. She opens a cabinet behind the desk and hands Caitlin the keycard. HEAD NURSE Make it quick. CAITLIN Thank you! They rush down the hall. CUT TO: INT. MAXIMUM SECURITY WING They step off the elevator. Tara hugs her arms to her chest. TARA It's cold. (beat) Why are we down here? Isn't this where they keep... CAITLIN Yeah. I have to show you something. CUT TO: INT. MYERS ROOM Caitlin ushers Tara in, closes the door and opens Dr. Gordon's binder. CAITLIN Look. Ian said "Fred Krueger did it". When I was getting off my shift, Brad looked in here... Tara can't tear her eyes away from Myers. LOW ANGLE - Behind them, the door quietly opens. A steel tipped boot enters, followed by another, and a figure in a dark overcoat makes his way toward them. CAITLIN It's all right here. A gloved hand clamps down on Tara's shoulder. She shrieks and throws herself into the wall. TARA NO!! NO!! Caitlin spins around with the binder in her grip - the gloved hands slam it shut and take it away. CU ON THE BINDER - PAN UP to the face of a man in his early fifties, hairline receding over small, sharp eyes and pursed lips. DR. NEIL GORDON glowers at them. CAITLIN Doctor Gordon! GORDON What are you doing down here? TARA You scared the shit out of me! GORDON That's understandable since you shouldn't even be here! (to Caitlin) Myers isn't an attraction, Caitlin. I entrusted you with access to this room in hopes that you would be a bit more mature! CAITLIN My boyfriend looked in that book tonight. He read about Fred Krueger. Now he's dead. Gordon's face drains of all color. He doesn't make any move to conceal his shock. TARA They arrested my brother. CAITLIN He said that Krueger did it. The doctor's face tightens. His knuckles are white on the binder's spine. GORDON You told them about Krueger? CAITLIN Well, we...yes. GORDON How many? CAITLIN I don't know. A few people heard it. Gordon stares at her in a mixture of grief and rage. GORDON You let him out. CAITLIN What? GORDON (throwing the binder onto the bed) You let him out! Caitlin grabs Tara's hand, ready to run. Gordon throws up his hands in supplication. GORDON Wait. CAITLIN Straight talk. Who's Fred Krueger? GORDON ...All right. He opens the binder on Myers's chest, displaying news clippings, horrific accounts of the Springwood Slasher's atrocities. Caitlin and Tara move up to stand beside Gordon. He thumbs through several pages of articles as he talks. GORDON Fred Krueger was a child murderer in the sixties. After he was freed on a technicality, the parents of Elm Street formed a lynch mob and burned him to death. (pause) Look...You've both lived in Haddonfield all your life? CAITLIN Yes. TARA Yes. GORDON Do you believe in the bogeyman? CAITLIN You mean like Michael Myers? The guy that's here in a coma? CU: Myers's scarred hand twitches. GORDON I didn't believe in it either...Until seventeen years ago, when I was working at a mental hospital. Fred Krueger killed my patients as they slept. TARA As they slept? GORDON He came back in the dreams of Springwood's children. Eventually got them all. (beat) But Springwood has seen to it that he's forgotten. So Freddy needs another Elm Street. CAITLIN Okay, Doctor Gordon- - GORDON Your boyfriend was murdered in his sleep, I guarantee it. The boy they arrested is innocent. (pause) But Krueger must have gotten to him, too. It doesn't mesh with anything Caitlin has heard or seen since the murder - somehow, it makes more sense. CAITLIN How did he do it? GORDON They knew his name. But Krueger also needs fear. He's powerless without it...That's why I hoped to lure him here. CAITLIN What? GORDON Michael Myers has terrorized this town for nearly three decades. Generated a lot of fear. I suspect that it gives him strength, just like Krueger. TARA How do you figure? GORDON Because there's no other way that he could still be alive. He checks one of the IVs. GORDON Haddonfield is sitting on a reservoir of fear unlike anything I've ever seen...even Springwood. It's enough to make Krueger stronger than he's ever been. Caitlin raises an eyebrow at Tara, but plays along. CAITLIN But the fear belongs to Myers, right? GORDON Right. Which is why Krueger would have to take it somehow. CU: Myers's hand clenches a handful of blanket. Gordon motions to the IVs. GORDON These are filled with an unlicensed drug called Trauminol. It stimulates production of acetylcholine and other chemicals during REM sleep. CAITLIN Um, I'm not a doctor yet. GORDON The drug stimulates dreams. Not hallucinations, but actual dreams. (beat) You see, Michael's no longer in a coma. He's just dreaming, twenty four hours a day. CAITLIN It's not harmful to him? GORDON Of course it is. A Trauminol overdose has effects similar to those of a nerve agent. But who would notice - or care - with Myers? As Gordon explains his plan he seems feverish...obsessive. He checks the Trauminol levels again. GORDON (CONT'D) I spend as much time as I can monitoring him. And when he begins struggling - being attacked- - Gordon pulls two large syringes from his coat. GORDON Hypnocil and adrenaline. To wake him up. TARA Why wake him up if Krueger kills you in your sleep? GORDON Because if you're holding him in your dream...You can bring him into the real world. Where he's vulnerable. Where he can die. CAITLIN I'm sorry, this is...(trails off) She turns away. GORDON Do you want to wait until tomorrow morning and see how many more of your friends he was able to kill?! If you wake up at all? I'm telling you all this only because you're at risk! TARA (wanting to stay now) Caitlin... GORDON Krueger's in the public consciousness. He could gather enough strength to kill Myers. CAITLIN (gesturing to Myers) Look at him! He couldn't put up a fight if he tried! Doctor Gordon, I just want to know what's really happening! The Shape SITS ERECT, knocking his IV stands away and lashing out at Gordon! Gordon stumbles out of reach. The Shape tears the leather straps from about his waist. He's FREE. Caitlin and Tara run for the door. It won't budge. The Shape's bare feet hit the floor. Gordon pulls the two syringes from his jacket, rising to stick them into the Shape's back like knives. The Shape turns, catching the doctor's wrist. An audible SNAP. Taking the syringe from Gordon's limp hand, the Shape plunges it into the crook of his neck! GORDON AAAAHH!! Run girls!! Of course they're already trying to get the hell out of there. They finally manage to wrench the door open. The Shape clamps a thick hand around Gordon's throat. Gordon stabs the other syringe into the Shape's arm repeatedly...then, barely pricking the skin as his strength ebbs away. The Shape hurls him to the floor. CUT TO: INT. MAXIMUM SECURITY WING - CONTINUOUS Caitlin hits the steel door, fishes frantically through her pockets. TARA Cait-LIN!!! The Shape steps out of his room at the other end of the hall. A syringe in either hand. CAITLIN I-I don't have the keycard! Tara rams her fists into the door. TARA HELP US PLEASE!!! There's got to be SOMETHING. Caitlin spies the fire alarm by the door and yanks it. The Shape isn't slowed by the sudden blaring. Halfway to go. CAITLIN NOOOO!!! She runs at him! The Shape bats her away. Caitlin smacks off the wall and crumples. As her head hits the floor HARD CUT TO: EXT. HOLDT HOME - NIGHT Caitlin is standing on the sidewalk before her house. She's wearing a black nightgown, and holding a plastic bag in one hand. WIDE - Although the entire street is deserted, there is a flickering jack-o'-lantern on every porch. Caitlin starts up the walk. Every footfall echoes like a firecracker through the empty neighborhood. Stopping on the porch steps, Caitlin eyes the front door nervously. She looks at the plastic bag again, and opens it up. CAITLIN'S POV - the bag is filled with squirming grubs and maggots! She hurls it aside in horror, watching the larvae creep out onto the lawn. A flicker draws her attention back to the jack-o'-lantern. Its detailed face is a gnarled, sneering visage unlike anything she's ever seen... She leans closer, frowning... FRED-O'-LANTERN Want some candy? Caitlin SHRIEKS and jumps back five feet! The Fred-o'-lantern cackles. FRED-O'-LANTERN You believe in me NOW, bitch? Trembling violently, Caitlin backs down the walk as the Fred o'-lantern rises in the F.G. - two burnt hands planting it on red-and-green shoulders. CAITLIN Krueger! With a flaming gourd for a head, Freddy chortles. Caitlin turns to run - and finds herself FACING THE HOUSE AGAIN. Freddy is nowhere to be seen. He suddenly grabs her from behind - his head back to its usual self - and growls in her ear. FREDDY You took something that belongs to me. She breaks away, running for the house, twisting the obsidian doorknob. Locked. FREDDY (CONT'D) The spook was ripe for the picking, and you woke him up! The door opens, spilling Caitlin into INT. NIGHTMARE CELL - CONTINUOUS A dark, grimy prison cell where Ian sits on the cot, back slumped against the wall, fighting to stay awake. He doesn't acknowledge her at all. Caitlin is still dreaming. Freddy steps INTO FRAME, over Caitlin and leans to press a claw against Ian's throat. CAITLIN NO!!! FREDDY Bring him to me...or I'll cut this kid's sentence short. CAITLIN I-I can't!! FREDDY You're LYING! There's a twinge of desperation in his voice. Hunger. CAITLIN Please! Freddy rears the claws back over Ian - plunges them down- - CU: They stop MILLIMETERS from Ian's chest. PULL BACK. Caitlin releases Freddy's arm. CAITLIN I'll do anything. Freddy leans against the wall smugly and crosses his arms. CAITLIN (CONT'D) I'll bring you Michael Myers. The environment around her begins to SHUDDER AND FADE AWAY, leaving only her distinct outline. FREDDY (V.O.) Bring him to Freddy... CUT TO: INT. HADDONFIELD MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - TRAUMA ROOM Caitlin sits up on a bed, her ear bandaged. The head nurse is quickly at her side to lie her back down. Sheriff Holdt stands in the doorway. Her face is torn by conflicting emotions. CAITLIN Where's Tara?? SHERIFF HOLDT She's fine. CAITLIN Oh my God. Michael Myers escaped. Deputy Murphy enters. The nurse preps a needle. CAITLIN What's that? HEAD NURSE You just need to relax, hon. You've been through a lot- - CAITLIN Wait! (slaps needle away) Don't put me back to sleep! HEAD NURSE Just calm down! CAITLIN Where is he? SHERIFF HOLDT Myers is gone. CAITLIN Why aren't you looking for him?? SHERIFF HOLDT Because my daughter was unconscious in a hospital bed! Flustered and embarrassed, she motions to Murphy and the nurse. SHERIFF HOLDT (CONT'D) Could we have a minute? They leave. Holdt takes a seat beside the bed. CAITLIN You've got to find him. SHERIFF HOLDT My guys are all over town. State Police are on their way in. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. Okay? Caitlin smiles gently. She's nowhere near "okay" right now, but she can't tell her mom. CAITLIN Is Doctor Gordon... SHERIFF HOLDT He's in a coma. Myers injected him with something called Hypnocil...a dream suppressant. The other doctors don't know a lot about it, so right now, I can't really say anything. CAITLIN How did Myers get out of maximum security? SHERIFF HOLDT Honey, I don't know. DISPATCHER (HOLDT'S RADIO) Sheriff Holdt, this is Dispatch. SHERIFF HOLDT (into radio) Go ahead. DISPATCHER (HOLDT'S RADIO) We've got a 10-83 at Nichol's Hardware. SHERIFF HOLDT (to Caitlin) Break-in. (into radio) Any specifics? DISPATCHER (HOLDT'S RADIO) Not yet, Sheriff. Holdt looks genuinely at a loss for the first time in a LONG time. SHERIFF HOLDT (CONT'D) However he got out...it's almost as if he could've done it any time he wanted to. Could have just sat up and walked out. (beat) But he waited until today. CUT TO: EXT. HADDONFIELD MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - MORNING SUPERIMPOSE TITLES: "OCTOBER 31, 2004". "HALLOWEEN". Caitlin walks briskly out the front doors. Murphy is right behind her. MURPHY Hey! Your mom wants me to take you home. CAITLIN Why, so you can keep me there? Murphy pushes her toward his cruiser. He'd much rather just get this babysitting job over with. MURPHY You've had one fucked-up night, okay? CAITLIN I need to talk to Ian. And I want to see Tara! MURPHY (whining) Will ya just get in the car?? CUT TO: EXT. STREET - DAY On a typical suburban thoroughfare, two roguish teens, HANK RYAN and DRAKE, are walking down the sidewalk. (These were two of the guys sitting on the couch at Amanda's party.) We TRACK alongside them. HANK RYAN Michael Myers bullshit. DRAKE Yeah. HANK RYAN I'm not cancelling over this shit. DRAKE Yeah. HANK RYAN And with what happened to Brad Parker - I'd like a shot at that Ira kid. DRAKE Ian. HANK RYAN Whatever. A police siren squawks, the accompanying car pulling to the curb beside them. MURPHY Hank Ryan? You're gonna have to call off Tower Farm tonight. HANK RYAN Hell I will! MURPHY I'm not kidding. The sheriff's cancelled Halloween. Party's off, everyone inside at dusk. HANK RYAN For Christ's sake, that guy Myers can't do shit to us! He's probably lying in a ditch somewhere! DRAKE Yeah. MURPHY Don't MAKE me waste my night kicking your ass, Hank! I mean it. HANK RYAN For Christ's sake. DRAKE Yeah. They walk away from the cruiser. ANGLE ON CRUISER: Caitlin is sitting glumly in the passenger seat. ANGLE ON OTHER SIDE OF STREET: We glimpse the edge of a white rubber mask, a dark shoulder...THE SHAPE is watching Caitlin from behind a tree. His hand curls into a tight fist. The police car drives off. CUT TO: INT. ANOTHER POLICE CRUISER - DAY A middle-aged officer with CARVER stamped on his nametag is patrolling a nearby block. Something catches his eye. CARVER'S POV - A dark Shape vanishes behind a large hedge. Carver does a double-take and slows the car to a stop. CUT TO: EXT. POLICE CRUISER - CONTINUOUS WIDE - Carver gets out, mumbling something into his radio as he crosses the street to the hedge. It runs perpendicular to the sidewalk, leading into a narrow alleyway between the houses. Carver enters the alley. He's somewhat apprehensive, but it could have been anyone... EXT. MYERS HOUSE - CONTINUOUS The other end of the alley opens up onto a lot with a burned out shell of a house. It resembles the one from Freddy's boiler room, but with a CONDEMNED sign from the city stamped to the front door. Carver ascends the porch steps and checks the door. It's locked. Glass breaks from somewhere within. CUT TO: INT. MYERS HOUSE - FOYER - CONTINUOUS Carver's silhouette slams into the door several times. Finally it opens, and he points his gun into the shadows. Directly before him are the stairs. Carver is about to step around them when a creak from above changes his mind. CRANE OVER STAIRS: The deputy moves upstairs, deeper into the forboding house. From this angle we can observe the decay, the charred walls blackened by smoke. Carver reaches the LANDING And takes note of the first door on his left being open slightly. He places the barrel of his pistol against the door. Then throws it open, leaping into the BEDROOM - -The empty bedroom. Carver isn't ready to breath a sigh of relief just yet. There's still the source of that noise. As he edges into the hall, the ATTIC DOOR in the ceiling TEARS AWAY from its moorings and drops into the hallway! Carver screams and kicks at the door. CARVER Shi-yi-yi-it! Regaining his composure, he heads downstairs. CUT TO: INT. MYERS HOUSE - CELLAR The cop's form is barely visible in the poor lighting. He rummages through the debris, coming upon the open TRAPDOOR - revealed by the sliver of light from a boarded-up window. Carver kneels before the gaping hole and pulls a flashlight from his belt. Illuminating a ladder, Carver steps onto the rungs and starts down. NEW ANGLE THE SHAPE SEIZES CARVER from behind, pulling him back into the cellar! The deputy points his gun helplessly into the air. The Shape shoves it back down. The arm locked around Carver's throat holds an OVERSIZED BUTCHER KNIFE; the Shape rakes it across the cop's throat. After a few involuntary jerks, Carver falls limp and the Shape dumps him onto the floor. He tilts his head in the faint light. (He's not just reflecting, he's THINKING.) CUT TO: INT. HOLDT HOME - CAITLIN'S BEDROOM Caitlin peers out the half-closed door. We can see Murphy slouched in the Lay-Z-Boy in the living room. She picks up her phone and dials. CUT TO: INT. TARA'S BEDROOM Tara is sitting at a desk in her conservative bedroom. She jumps when the phone rings. TARA H-hello...? INTERCUT between the two as they dialogue: CAITLIN Tara, thank God you're all right. I'm so sorry. TARA Caitlin? CAITLIN What happened down there? TARA I don't remember. CAITLIN Look...This is my fault. All of it. I need you to tell Ian something. TARA What? CAITLIN Don't sleep. TARA "Don't sleep"? CAITLIN I mean it. You too. Please. TARA Cait...there's something more going on than just Michael Myers, isn't there? This Freddy Krueger guy... CAITLIN Don't say his name, Tara!! (pause) I'm sorry. Just forget it. Stay awake. Okay? TARA I'll try. But you need to tell me whatever the hell is going on here. CAITLIN I will, when I can. She replaces the phone in its cradle and checks out the door again. Murphy is asleep. CUT TO: INT. LIVING ROOM Murphy snores in the F.G. as Caitlin tiptoes through the front door. CUT TO: EXT. HOLDT HOME - AFTERNOON Caitlin breaks into the job - and just as quickly, ducks behind a set of garbage cans in the driveway. CAITLIN'S POV: A second police car pulls to a stop across the street. Caitlin waits anxiously, but there is no movement from the figure inside the car. She creeps behind the trash cans to a point where Murphy's cruiser sits between herself and the other cop car; then she makes a break for it. CUT TO: INT. HOLDT HOME - LIVING ROOM Murphy sits up with a yawn, and makes a valiant effort to lean out of the chair and peer into Caitlin's room. MURPHY Caitlin? He gets up. CUT TO: INT. CAITLIN'S ROOM Murphy's head hangs low in the doorway. MURPHY Oh SHIT. CUT TO: EXT. HOLDT HOME - AFTERNOON Murphy runs out, scanning the block. He sees the cop car parked across the street. With a frown, Murphy runs over to it. It's empty. Glancing at the car number on the side, he returns to the house. CUT TO: INT. HOLDT HOME - LIVING ROOM A heavy thump from within stops Murphy in the doorway. MURPHY ...Caitlin? INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS Her room is still empty. Three more doors lie beyond. The first is half-open. Murphy nudges it open, revealing the sheriff's bedroom. MURPHY Caitlin, are you in here? (under his breath) SHIT! He moves to the next door, closed tightly. Turns the knob and glances into a small bathroom: translucent shower curtain, toilet, sink. Nothing. The last door is set into the back wall and also closed. Murphy's hand has found the butt of his pistol, and he tenses, pulling on the knob- - Laundry room. Clearly empty. Gritting his teeth (he knows he's in deep), Murphy heads back down the hall. The Shape EXPLODES FROM THE BATHROOM, throwing the shower curtain over Murphy like a net, the deputy struggling and screaming uselessly as the Shape drives his blade home. The Shape stabs again and again in a frenzy. Blood streaks the inside of the curtain. The deputy stops kicking. He slips out of the curtain and sprawls out on the floor. The Shape seems underwhelmed by what he sees: it's not Caitlin. His hand tightens around the handle of the knife. CUT TO: INT. HADDONFIELD MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - LOBBY The hospital is now crawling with reporters, investigators and concerned townsfolk. Caitlin slips easily through them, playing with her hair to conceal her face. The head nurse is deep into a gossip session with her cohorts. Caitlin gets behind the station and grabs the maximum security keycard. The irony of the moment isn't lost on her. CUT TO: INT. HOSPITAL ROOM SLOW ZOOM on Neil Gordon's peaceful face as he drifts in a dream-free Hypnocil coma. Caitlin now has a syringe in her hand, along with a small bottle reading TRAUMINOL. She sticks the needle through the rubber stopper and extracts as much as she can. Biting her lip nervously, Caitlin presses the needle against Gordon's flesh. CAITLIN PLEASE, let this work. She punctures the crook of his elbow. Caitlin's eyes waver from the syringe's delivery to the doctor's face. His eyelids twitch. CAITLIN Doctor Gordon? His eyes flutter open, as if he's simply rising from a nap. Caitlin withdraws the needle. GORDON (smiling) It's Neil. CAITLIN Welcome back. GORDON Trauminol to counter a Hypnocil overdose...Very good, Caitlin. CAITLIN Myers is out. And...I saw Freddy. Gordon sits up weakly. GORDON What happened? CAITLIN He knows about Myers. He wants him. GORDON Caitlin, I want you to know that I was going to use MY dreams to lure them together, if I had to. I didn't want this. CAITLIN What's going on now is my responsibility. GORDON They've both chosen you. She nods and slumps down in a chair. CAITLIN I know what I need to do, but I need to find Michael to do it. GORDON I think he might find you. CAITLIN Can you help me? GORDON Of course. Just then, a Haddonfield deputy, talking with State Troopers in the hallway, glances over and sees Caitlin. The deputy grabs his radio. CAITLIN Fuck! GORDON Go. He squeezes her hand tightly. Caitlin darts out the door, away from the shouting cop. Gordon clenches his fists. He's going to be no help tonight. CUT TO: EXT. HADDONFIELD MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - EARLY EVENING An orange sun churns over the horizon. Caitlin cuts across the parking lot to a GAS STATION And picks up a pay phone, digging through her pockets for change. She dials. CAITLIN C'mon...I need help... (beat) Mrs. Chapel? Is Tara there?...All right. (waits) H-hello? She's not? Caitlin's face is struck by realization. She slams down the phone and takes off running. A police car pulls into the F.G. Carver's car. SMASH CUT TO: EXT. TOWER FARMHOUSE - EVENING Heavy metal music shakes the old house as several trucks pull into the front yard through a large gate. A rotting barn defies gravity in the distance. Amanda's friend Rhonda gets out of a truck with her boyfriend JERRY. Hank Ryan is standing on the porch with several coolers of beer. HANK RYAN Yo! RHONDA Hey Hank, is Amanda here? HANK RYAN Nope. RHONDA She didn't answer her phone like, all day. I hope everything's okay. JERRY Well, maybe you can spend the night glued to ME for once. RHONDA Jerry, she's like, my best friend. HANK RYAN You're harshing my buzz! Entre! He ushers them into the house. CUT TO: INT. TOWER FARMHOUSE - DEN - CONTINUOUS The place is packed. Drake waves to Jerry & Rhonda from beside the defunct fireplace. Drake's buddy LES is trying to get a fire going. He jumps back with a laugh as flames roar to life. There are a few cheers from the crowd. JERRY Drake, Les, what's the word? LES Mum's the word, bro. Tell me your parents don't know we're out here. JERRY Fuck no! Les inserts a generous spliff into the fire. LES Let the party begin. DRAKE Yeah. PAN past them to the corner - where Tara sits with a drink in her hands, trying to shake off the previous night's events. CUT TO: EXT. TOWER FARM - EVENING Caitlin is winded from running all the way down Highway 31. She leans against a fence post to catch her breath. CUT TO: INT. TOWER FARMHOUSE - DEN Tara takes a sip from her drink, and spits it back into the glass. Rhonda nudges her. RHONDA Hey Tara. I know your brother's in jail and everything, but you should try to lighten up, you know? Tara gives her a withering stare. TARA Why don't you, like, fuck off? Rhonda gives her a little taste of "talk to the hand" and stomps away. Jerry slips his hands around Rhonda's waist. JERRY Why don't we check out the bedrooms...? RHONDA Oh, fine. But I need a couple of beers first. She leads him off by the hand. Tara scoffs at their departure. Suddenly, Caitlin is beside her. CAITLIN What are you doing here? TARA What are YOU doing here? CAITLIN Tara, Michael Myers is out there! You've gotta get home! TARA I could care less, Cait. CAITLIN Do you want to save Ian? Tara scowls. "Don't play that card with me." TARA Just leave me alone. She takes another drink, swallowing this one. CAITLIN Freddy Krueger is real. And unless we do something tonight, he's gonna kill Ian. TARA You're lying. You're LYING! Luckily, the party is going too hard for her voice to carry. CAITLIN Freddy wants Myers. But I have an idea. And on tonight of all nights - I think Myers can kill him. TARA ...What the hell. She tosses her drink into the fire, driving Les and Drake away with shrieks. TARA What do we do? CUT TO: INT. REAR BEDROOM Caitlin swallows a mouthful of rum from a bottle and sets it down. She lies back on the bed. Tara is holding the Trauminol syringe nervously. TARA Why do we need this? CAITLIN I need to make sure that Freddy can find me...I need to dream. Her eyelids are drooping already. Tara rolls up Caitlin's wrist. TARA You can't hold your liquor. CAITLIN Just shoot me up. TARA Okay...then what do I do? CAITLIN Get out of here. TARA Dammit, Caitlin. CAITLIN I mean it. TARA He's my fucking brother! CAITLIN All right. She helps Tara find the right place to inject the Trauminol. CAITLIN Do it. Tara closes her eyes and presses down the plunger. TARA Sweet dreams... CUT TO: INT. ANOTHER BEDROOM Rhonda takes a long swig from a bottle of rum as well. She passes it to Jerry, who is already pinning her to the bed while he chugs. RHONDA Don't drink too much, you know what'll happen. JERRY That only happened once! CUT TO: EXT. TOWER FARMHOUSE - NIGHT The sun has finally dropped out of sight. On the porch, Hank Ryan tosses Les a beer in exchange for a drag off the spliff. TRACK ahead of them as they stride lazily through the yard, past the congestion of pickup trucks. LES You worried at all about Michael Myers, bro? HANK RYAN Why? I'm telling you, some 45-year old douchebag in a gay Halloween mask is about as scary to me as the cops around here. Les laughs heartily. They clear the trucks - only to find a police car coming through the gate. HANK RYAN Oh, FUCK! CUT TO: INT. TOWER FARMHOUSE - DEN Hank bursts through the front door, slapping the stereo into the OFF position. HANK RYAN Cops! Head out the back! Cries of "shit!" and "my car!" swell over the music as the teens begin fleeing. CUT TO: INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS A teenage BOY throws open the back door - a cop is standing in shadow. BOY Other way!! The boy turns to flee - but a burned hand lashes out from the night and clamps over his head! INT. DEN - CONTINUOUS DRAKE (to Hank) We're fucked! HANK RYAN Break a goddamn window!! CUT TO: EXT. TOWER FARMHOUSE - REAR - NIGHT The dead boy hits the dirt. Wearing Carver's uniform, the faceless Shape shoves a small knife into the door, jamming it shut. CUT TO: EXT. TOWER FARMHOUSE - FRONT - NIGHT The Shape's stalking theme swells over the SOUNDTRACK. CRANE OVER FRONT YARD - The cop car is parked inside the gate, blocking exit or entry. Coming around the house, The Shape pulls on his mask and strips off the uniform in favor of the boiler suit beneath it. He raises the oversized butcher knife and heads into the house. CUT TO: INT. TOWER FARMHOUSE - DEN - CONTINUOUS Drake and Hank are still fretting amidst the other teens. Suddenly Drake's jaw drops - pan down to the blade tip protruding from his chest. HANK RYAN Wha... It's jerked out, then shoved through again - the Shape hurls Drake aside, and the panic in the room increases a hundred fold! A girl is slammed into a window, shattering it. Teens claw her aside to escape. Hank throws a right at the Shape's face. It has no effect. He throws a left - it's SKEWERED ON THE BUTCHER KNIFE. HANK RYAN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! The Shape slowly, agonizingly lowers the boy's fist, then seizes his throat. Some of the teens watch in frozen horror as the others kick out every window in the room. A chair breaks across the Shape's back. Without releasing Hank, he turns to see Les cowering feebly. The Shape jerks his knife free O.S. - eliciting a tortured howl from Hank. He pivots and plants the blade in Les's temple. Turning back to Hank, the Shape yanks the knife free again. HANK RYAN (choking) P-please- -! CUT TO: INT. OTHER BEDROOM The empty rum bottle sits on the bedside table. Jerry is thrusting away at a half-conscious Rhonda, oblivious to the nightmare unfolding outside. The door flies open. The Shape enters, grabbing Jerry's shoulder and hurling him into the wall. JERRY What the- - (recognizes the mask) what the... The Shape NAILS him to the wall with the knife - dragging him up to a hanging position. Rhonda is out like a light. The Shape frees his blade and stands over her. He cocks his head. Suddenly, her shirt flays open, blood spreading rapidly over her bared flesh- - Rhonda SCREAMS and LEVITATES off the bed! The Shape pulls back, stunned as the girl spins wildly, spattering his mask with blood, every limb opening and raining red over the room! CUT TO: INT. REAR BEDROOM Tara locks the door, backing away from the muted cries. Caitlin is sound asleep. CUT TO: INT. BOILER ROOM Caitlin is standing on the main platform. Freddy steps INTO FRAME. He clicks his bloody claws and looks questioningly at her. FREDDY Forget sometning? CAITLIN I can bring Myers to you. I know where he is. FREDDY I want him HERE!! Caitlin holds out her hand. CAITLIN I know where he is. CUT TO: INT. REAR BEDROOM Her outstretched arm gets Tara's attention. Tara pulls out a second syringe - this one labeled HYPNOCIL- - CUT TO: INT. BOILER ROOM Freddy narrows his eyes. FREDDY Don't fuck with me. Caitlin doesn't waver. Freddy lifts Rhonda's decapitated HEAD in his left hand. FREDDY Ian's next. Caitlin doesn't budge an inch. Her open hand awaits. Krueger grins gruesomely and extends his bladed hand to take hers. CAITLIN NOOOOOWWWW!!!! CUT TO: INT. REAR BEDROOM Caitlin's whole body goes rigid as her mouth opens in a silent scream. Grabbing her outstretched arm, Tara brings the needle down! Two brown shoes kick her in the face. She flies back, and we see Freddy now lying atop Caitlin. FREDDY Not again you BITCH!!! SFX - The bedroom door flies off its hinges, spinning across the carpet and coming to rest against the opposite wall. The Shape enters the room. Freddy rolls off the bed and splays his claws. The lethal legends face one another for the first time. FREDDY Hello, Michael. (beat) I'M THE BOGEYMAN. He STRIKES - planting the claws firmly in the Shape's shoulder. The only response is an eight-inch blade slamming into his own! FREDDY Aaaaaaahh!! He throws the killer off, slashing wildly. CUT TO: INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS The Shape backs out, avoiding slash after slash. Freddy lunges - stabs into the wall. The Shape slices his forearm. Freddy can't pull his claws free. FREDDY Sonofa- - He backhands the Shape with his left, sending him reeling. CUT TO: INT. REAR BEDROOM Caitlin helps Tara up. CAITLIN We've gotta get out of here! CUT TO: INT. DEN The killers spar amongst scattered corpses. Freddy throws a RIGHT! and a LEFT! across the Shape's face. The masked one staggers; Freddy hurls a razor fist into his gut. The Shape crashes into the mantle. Pulling a red-hot POKER from the fire, Freddy brings it down. The poker stops in mid-flight - clutched in the Shape's hand. The Shape looks up, RAGE boiling behind his eyes. CUT TO: EXT. TOWER FARMHOUSE - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS Freddy EXPLODES through a bay window onto the lawn. NEW ANGLE - Freddy gets to his feet as the Shape throws open the front door. Caitlin runs around the side of the house with Tara under her arm. Spying them, Freddy disregards Myers and goes for the weaker target. FREDDY C'mere! BLAM! A single shot crackles through the night. Freddy lurches back, a fist-sized hole torn in his sweater. Sheriff Holdt climbs over the police car in the gate, her gun wavering between Krueger and Myers. SHERIFF HOLDT Caitlin! CAITLIN Mom, no! Freddy grins. FREDDY (whispering gleefully) My favorite. A hand clamps onto his shoulder - the Shape spins him around, stabbing him DEEP in the heart. Freddy groans and slumps to his knees. The Shape towers over him now. FREDDY Ugh...I... Holdt gestures to Caitlin and Tara. SHERIFF HOLDT C'MON! The Shape pulls his knife free and prepares for the killing blow. Freddy glances up. FREDDY TRICK. He LAUNCHES high into the air, a slashing uppercut knocking the Shape back! Caitlin and Tara stumble through the gauntlet of trucks. Freddy seizes Myers by his boiler suit and HURLS HIM- - SFX - The Shape smashes into a pickup's windshield. Glass sprays Caitlin. She pushes Tara into her mother's arms. SHERIFF HOLDT C'mon baby! CAITLIN I can't! The Shape rolls out of his shattered web and stands tall before Freddy. They begin grappling with one another. Holdt grabs Caitlin's shirt collar and YANKS her up onto the police car. SHERIFF HOLDT Get the hell out of here! She returns her attention to the combatants. Caitlin helps Tara clear the vehicle, then she gets off herself. She makes the mistake of glancing through the rear windshield- - And screams! Deputies Carver and Murphy - Carver topless - lie mutilated there. IN THE YARD Freddy slugs the Shape repeatedly. He's beginning to wear him down. FREDDY You think you're better than me?? HUH?! (waits for an answer) Fuckin' mutes! Bullets chew into the earth between them as Holdt fires from atop the cruiser. Freddy glances at her. He's backhanded from O.S. The Shape follows; they're both out of Holdt's sight. SHERIFF HOLDT Dammit! Behind her, Caitlin reaches through the cruiser's rear window; her fingertips are mere inches from Carver's gun. But she can't make it. Caitlin scampers around to the back and opens the trunk. CUT TO: EXT. BARN - NIGHT The Shape slashes Freddy's face. Krueger slams against the barn doors, sending decades of dust and hay raining down upon him. He makes it through the doors before he can be struck again. CUT TO: INT. BARN - CONTINUOUS Freddy is hurting. He jerks a rusty PITCHFORK from the ground and turns to face the Shape. FREDDY'S POV - the doorway is empty. FREDDY Where are you, spook? No answer. It's suddenly deathly quiet. Freddy grips the pitchfork tightly, eyes darting around. FREDDY WHERE ARE YOU?! NEW ANGLE - the Shape emerges from the darkness behind Freddy. Krueger whirls and sends all four prongs through his torso! The Shape SNAPS the handle in half with his fist! They break apart again. The Shape attempts to work the pitchfork free. Freddy CRACKS him over the head with the remainder of the handle. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Now Myers is suffering. He staggers, sways. Caitlin cries out from the doorway, lifting a flare gun. WIDE - Freddy dodges aside as Caitlin fires! She misses the mark completely. The red ball sizzles past the Shape's head - leaving a gray streak in his fake hairline. FREDDY You shoot like your mother. CAITLIN Fuck you Krueger!! FREDDY No- - He turns and, with a mighty swing, sends the Shape flying back into an enormous haystack! FREDDY (CONT'D) - -Fuck YOU!!! Michael Myers sinks into the hay. His eyes close. He's done for. Caitlin slams another flare into the chamber and steadies her aim. CAITLIN Burn, asshole!! Freddy snarls and leaps THIRTY FEET STRAIGHT UP - disappearing into the rafters. Holdt runs in, grabbing Caitlin. Sirens wail in the distance. SHERIFF HOLDT Where are they?? Caitlin slumps against her mom, passes out. FADE TO: EXT. LAMPKIN LANE - NIGHT The street is deserted. Jack-o'-lanterns are extinguished. Halloween is cancelled. A young boy in a CLOWN costume, six or seven years old, wanders around the corner. Clutching an empty plastic bag in his hand, he looks fearfully from house to house. He knows he shouldn't be out here. He knows all about the bogeyman. The child stumbles and drops his bag. The meager take - a few pieces of hard candy - spills out onto the sidewalk. Panting nervously, he scoops it up- - A gnarled, scarred hand closes over the last piece. The clown looks up, terrified. CLOWN'S POV - Freddy's face is concealed in shadow beneath the brim of his fedora. Crouching, he holds out the piece of candy. CLOWN (taking candy) T-thanks. FREDDY What's your name? CLOWN Danny. (beat) I'm not supposed to be out here. Freddy's smile is visible in the streetlight's aura. He glances around: all clear. FREDDY It's okay. Me neither. He props an elbow on his knee and shrugs. The clown smiles a bit. CLOWN Do you know where my house is? FREDDY Sure. Your mommy wanted me to find you. (in an all-too-human tone) She's very worried. Freddy taps a claw against his hat. The child recoils. CLOWN W-what's wrong with your hand? FREDDY Nothing at all. (leaning forward) All the better to FEEL you with. He reaches out with the glistening claws. NEW ANGLE - a SPOTLIGHT hits Krueger's back. He turns, and the red-and-blue lights illuminate him. WIDE - A police car with two OFFICERS is skewed in the middle of the street. Both cops have their pistols trained on him. COP Get away from him, NOW. Freddy grits his teeth. Closes his claws. He turns back to the boy. FREDDY Sweet dreams. One of the cops grabs him roughly as the other moves in to cover. They slap cuffs on his wrists. COP Jesus, get that glove offa him. COP 2 (to clown) You all right? Where do you live? Freddy shoots another penetrating glare at the child. There's not a peep from his mouth. CUT TO: INT. HADDONFIELD POLICE STATION - BOOKING ROOM Caitlin shakes herself into consciousness. She's in a chair; Holdt is propped over her. The sheriff presses a damp cloth to her daughter's forehead. SHERIFF HOLDT It's okay now. CAITLIN What... (sitting erect) Where are they? SHERIFF HOLDT Tara's okay. CAITLIN No - Michael! Freddy! SHERIFF HOLDT Don't worry about them. We're looking. CAITLIN Mom, listen to me. This isn't just another Halloween. SHERIFF HOLDT I know that. CAITLIN I'm talking about Freddy FUCKING Krueger! If he kills Michael, we'll never be safe! SHERIFF HOLDT Just calm down. Do you want some water? CAITLIN NO I don't want any fucking water!! (beat) Oh God - Ian! Is Ian all right? SHERIFF HOLDT Yes! Grabbing Caitlin's shoulders, she pins her into the chair. SHERIFF HOLDT (CONT'D) You need to relax right now. My men and the State Police are coming the entire town. You're safe, Ian's safe, everyone is safe. CAITLIN Ian didn't do it. Do you believe me, Mom? Holdt is about to force an answer, when two cops bring Freddy Krueger into the room. Caitlin shrieks. Holdt wraps her arms around her. SHERIFF HOLDT Get him out of here! Book 'im in the holding area! CAITLIN NO! NO! NO!!!... CUT TO: INT. HOLDING CELL Freddy's glove hits the guard desk. Ian sits up, still alone in his cell. Freddy shoots him a small grin. IAN Oh my God. COP All right, let's get a look at you. He turns Freddy's face to the light. COP (CONT'D) (whistles) Worst burns I've ever seen. COP 2 And that's coming from a Haddonfield cop. COP (to Freddy) Think we'll be able to get any prints off ya? IAN It's him! That guy killed Brad! COP Hey, keep it down in there. IAN Jesus CHRIST, he's a ghost! FREDDY I'm more than a ghost. COP 2 Don't talk to him! Freddy extends his right hand - the glove flies onto it. Perfect fit. COP Holy- - CUT TO: INT. BOOKING ROOM - CONTINUOUS Screams erupt from down the hall. Holdt releases Caitlin, and they both run to investigate- - CUT TO: INT. HOLDING CELL - CONTINUOUS The cops are both lying on the floor, slashed to death. Ian points to Caitlin, trying to speak. Freddy slides behind the girl, tapping his blades against her throat. FREDDY Miss me? SHERIFF HOLDT (drawing her gun) Let her go! FREDDY This little piggy is taking me back home. (into Caitlin's ear) Michael's waiting. SHERIFF HOLDT I said LET HER GO!! FREDDY Shoot me. Holdt fires. Freddy's gray matter splatters the wall. FREDDY You done? The sheriff lowers her pistol in shock. Freddy holds Caitlin tightly about the neck. She's losing oxygen. FREDDY That's it...go to sleep...let's go to sleep. IAN NO!! CAITLIN!!! Caitlin goes unconscious - and Freddy vanishes! CUT TO: INT. BOILER ROOM Freddy releases Caitlin from his headlock. They're standing before the facade of the Myers house. FREDDY Let's see if I was able to break that lock. He saunters over to the front door. The knob turns freely. FREDDY (looking back) I'll see you in your dreams, Caitlin. He throws open the door and steps through, cackling. Caitlin races after him!! CUT TO: INT. SMITH'S GROVE SANITARTIUM - CORRIDOR Freddy is standing at the end of a long, sterile hallway: the sanitarium seen in Michael's childhood video. Every door is thick, plated steel, shut tightly. Freddy grimaces. FREDDY You can't keep me out of your head. Freddy stops before one of the reinforced doors. His blades GROW to three times their size. FREDDY AAAARGGHH!! He saws into the door, spitting sparks everywhere. INT. MEMORY ROOM - CONTINUOUS Freddy has gained access to part of Michael's mind. He steps into a cold, padded cell with a child's crude drawings adorning the walls. This isn't what Freddy is after. He tears the papers down in a fit. A sheaf of papers falls away - revealing a wooden door set into the padding. FREDDY There we go. He rears back and KICKS THE DOOR IN. INT. ANOTHER MEMORY ROOM - CONTINUOUS FREDDY'S POV - This room has bright, almost blinding sunlight streaking through barred windows. There's a bed - and, sitting in a chair before the window, back turned to us, there is Young Michael. YOUNG MICHAEL Stares coldly at the glass as Freddy enters the room. FREDDY Always a little boy on the inside. Krueger makes a pass around the boy...waves his claws in front of Young Michael's eyes. Not even a blink. FREDDY Wake up, wake up... He grabs a handful of Young Michael's shirt and hauls him out of the chair. SHAKES him. No reaction. Freddy rears back, and plunges his claws downward- - They BEND against the boy's chest, failing to penetrate his flesh! Freddy is stunned. He drops Young Michael back into the chair. FREDDY I'll break you. You HEAR ME?! CUT TO: INT. MYERS HOUSE - BEDROOM Caitlin walks into a dark, dingy room. Therein sits a single chair - upon which sits the full-grown, masked Shape. He stares at the floor. She becomes aware of the VOICES bouncing around the room, swelling to an unbearable volume: LOOMIS (V.O.) Let me help you, Michael. MICHAEL'S FATHER (V.O.) Michael, what have you done? I- - LAURIE STRODE (V.O.) I'll see you in Hell. It's as if the voices are beating the Shape down. He slumps forward. CAITLIN Michael...? He suddenly stands up, clenching a knife even larger than the one he wielded in reality! He starts ramming the blade into the walls, the voices growing even louder, and his stabs deeper, more frantic. The Shape circles the room and Caitlin has to duck aside to avoid being skewered. MICHAEL'S MOTHER (V.O.) Michael NO!!! FREDDIE HARRIS (V.O.) No- -!! CAITLIN NO!!! She crashes into the chair, which splinters! The Shape STOPS. The voices STOP. He holds stock-still, as if blind and listening for Caitlin's movements. XCU ON THE SHAPE'S EYES - they, in fact, aren't there at all. Caitlin doesn't budge one fucking inch. The Shape takes a tentative swipe, missing her head by inches. FREDDY (V.O.) AAAARGGHH!! He turns toward the dream stalker's cry and exits the bedroom. CUT TO: INT. MYERS HOUSE - HALLWAY Caitlin creeps from the bedroom. The Shape is standing in the hallway. He stares right through her, then looks the other way. Another FREDDY SCREAM pierces the air. The Shape sets off in the opposite direction from Caitlin. CUT TO: INT. SMITH'S GROVE SANITARTIUM - CORRIDOR Freddy tears through door after door with his elongated claws. Nothing. Nothing! Every room is empty. He roars again! Hearing the spine-tingling creak of a door opening, Freddy turns back. Young Michael has entered the hallway, staring directly at him. FREDDY You wanna play now? He splays his claws monstrously wide and advances. The boy SHUDDERS. His whole body and the corridor around him shudder, and slip out of focus; then everything snaps back into sharp relief as THE SHAPE Has now taken Young Michael's place. FREDDY Gooood. Hide behind your mask. With a confident swagger, he approaches his stock-still opponent. FREDDY (CONT'D) You can't hide from me, Michael... He circles the Shape, whose head turns slightly to follow him. FREDDY (CONT'D) You kill because you're AFRAID! Because you're trying to get away from what's in here- - (taps own head with claws) In your head! But you can't get away anymore! Caitlin enters from the same doorway as the Shape, looking on in horror. Freddy reaches for the knife in the Shape's hand. FREDDY (CONT'D) It's time. As soon as his fingertips touch Myers's hand - it's as if a static shock has brought the Shape back to life. He shoves Freddy back with crippling force and slashes. Freddy catches the knife in his claws. IT'S ON! Freddy hammer the Shape's ribcage with his left hand while keeping the knife at a safe distance. Myers seizes Freddy by the throat, jerking him off the floor. Caitlin shouts from down the corridor. CAITLIN Kill him! Freddy snarls at her and slams his claws deep into the Shape's abdomen. It only prompts the Halloween Killer to slam Freddy, full-force, into the wall. The corridor once again shudders at the impact - Freddy drags his blades through the Shape's innards- - FREDDY This ends on MY turf. DISSOLVE TO: INT. BOILER ROOM The Smith's Grove facade falls apart around them, revealing Freddy's ruddy, steamy sanctuary. The Shape is now alone on a long, narrow catwalk shrouded in steam. Caitlin is lying on a platform below the catwalk. She sits up and shakes her head in confusion. CRANE OVER CATWALK - Glancing from side to side, the Shape assesses his new environment. SHAPE'S POV - We move down the catwalk through oppressive clouds of steam. Is there any end in sight? Before the question can be answered, the FREDDY-SHAPE leaps from the steam - wearing a red-and-black striped sweater, and a white mask with subtle, Krueger-esque features, as if latex were poured over Freddy's head! The Freddy-Shape slashes at Myers's boiler suit. Slashes his mask, opening thick, rubbery gashes that spill blood. The Freddy-Shape is in a stabbing frenzy. Myers slumps against the railing. The Freddy-Shape gives him an emotionless stare, even tilting his head in a final, mocking gesture. Then he shoves him over the edge. CAITLIN Dives aside as Myers hits the platform with a thunderous CRASH that rattles the boiler room. Caitlin looks up to see the Freddy-Shape descending stairs onto the platform. Steam recedes to reveal that they are once again in the heart of the boiler room, where the Myers house has intruded upon Freddy's world. The house suddenly ERUPTS INTO FLAMES. Myers looks up weakly as orange light plays over his face. The facade crumbles, revealing the rumbling FURNACE. The furnace's doors fly open with a squeal. Freddy, back to his charming self, grabs the Shape by the scruff of his suit and drags him toward the burning maw. CAITLIN No!! FREDDY (over his shoulder to Caitlin) Halloween has a new face, bitch! CAITLIN Michael! MICHAEL!! Freddy gets a good grip, sets his feet. This is the end. A length of pipe SMASHES the back of his neck, sending him reeling! Caitlin prepares to bash Freddy again. But the Shape has gotten back up, and he has other ideas. His gaze locks onto her, and he raises his knife over her back! FREDDY She's MINE- -! He pushes Caitlin aside and meets the knife with his claws. SPARKS FLY! The Shape actually shoves Freddy aside as if he's garbage - now he wants the girl. Freddy throws himself onto the Shape's back. Locking his legs around Myers's waist, Krueger flays his back in desperation. FREDDY SHE'S MINE! SHE'S MINE! MINE MINE MINE!! Caitlin avoids a stab, then another, then tumbles down a flight of stairs. The Shape pauses to toss Freddy's flailing form into a bank of pipes, before following her. INT. BOILER ROOM - LOWER WALKWAY - CONTINUOUS Caitlin gets to her feet. The Shape is almost upon her. She's got nowhere to go but backwards. CAITLIN There's nothing human inside of you. The Shape advances without a reply. CAITLIN (CONT'D) You're just like Freddy. Krueger has come down the stairs just in time to hear this. He's none too pleased. FREDDY (to the Shape) I'm not through with you!! Backing off the catwalk onto another platform, Caitlin turns- - She's right in front of the furnace. CAITLIN No! HOW?! The Shape slashes her arm! Caitlin tumbles to the floor. Freddy charges down the catwalk with a deafening roar. He grabs the Shape and hurls him- - WIDE - Across the entire platform, right through the furnace doors! The doors SLAM SHUT. The flames within grow to an intense height, searing Caitlin and Freddy as they watch. FREDDY Now, I want my fear. He steps toward the furnace doors as if addressing Michael. FREDDY GIVE IT TO ME!!! He opens his arms to accept the spoils of Michael's demise... Nothing happens. The crackling of flames is the only sound. CAITLIN He's not dead, you fucker. Freddy turns with a condescending sneer. FREDDY Let's make sure. He opens one of the doors and reaches for her. THE FURNACE EXPLODES. It is sheared apart in a monstrous fireball, sending huge shards of glowing steel tearing through every walkway, platform and support beam in the boiler room. SFX - Caitlin is thrown out of sight. The fireball ENGULFS Freddy. Pipes torn asunder begin spewing water and waste, dousing the flames. Caitlin has landed right next to a steel dagger pulsating with heat. She's hit by a stream of water; the metal sizzles and cools. If the sanctuary wasn't flooded with steam before, it is now...and a blackened, soaked-to-the-bone Freddy Krueger pushes himself up - groaning as flesh pulls away from his face, stuck to the floor. A hand drops INTO FRAME, grabbing the scruff of Krueger's neck. WIDE - The BURNING SHAPE rises over Freddy, and plunges the white-hot butcher knife into his back! Freddy screams and throws a blind punch, managing to knock the Shape aside. He can't get to the knife though; it's planted firmly in the middle of his back. He looks up in genuine terror. The Shape staggers, makes a few steps forward... And finally goes down, the flames consuming him. Freddy falls on his face again. The puckered flesh around the knife is cooking. He seems to have lost all control of the dream world. Then, the knife is tugged free. Caitlin holds it over him. He forces a ragged grin. FREDDY Evil never dies, bitch... CAITLIN You're right. (beat) So if you know what's good for you, stay out of Haddonfield. She presses the blade to her arm and SCREAMS. CUT TO BLACK. CAITLIN'S SCREAM echoes. FADE IN: EXT. HOLDT HOME - NIGHT The home is quiet and peaceful, like the rest of the block. A bedroom window is the only one lit in the house. CUT TO: INT. HOLDT HOME - CAITLIN'S BEDROOM Caitlin sits with Ian and Tara. It's obviously been some time since the incident. Tara's face is bright and happy, and Caitlin is sporting a new haircut - her fingers are also intertwined with Ian's. TARA Why don't you two just get married already? IAN Maybe it'd be easier on you if you'd grow a pair and ask Rob Tramer out already. TARA Excuse me, I've got the only pair I need. CAITLIN You like Rob Tramer? TARA What?...Oh shit, Ian! She slaps her brother's arm for divulging her secret. Caitlin laughs. The front door slams. Tara jumps. CAITLIN It's just my mom. TARA Sorry. Just... CAITLIN I know. Look, that barn burned to the ground. Michael was in there. TARA I know he was. CAITLIN We've got nothing to worry about. (beat) At least not while we're awake. IAN Hey, Doctor Gordon gave me enough Hypnocil to last through a hundred Halloweens. And if Freddy ever does come back...the three of us are ready for him. TARA Okay. (smiles) Let's talk about something else. CAITLIN Let's talk about Rob Tramer. TARA Dammit Ian- - Something SHATTERS in another room. CAITLIN Mom? There's no answer. She gets up, trembling limbs betraying her fears. Ian steps protectively in front of her and opens the door. CUT TO: INT. DEN Ian, Caitlin and Tara walk out of the hallway. Caitlin SHRIEKS. CUT TO Sheriff Holdt, lying dead in her recliner, pinned there with an enormous, ash-streaked blade. Ian wraps his arms around Caitlin to hold her back. CAITLIN IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT HALLOWEEN! MOOOOOOOM!! CUT TO: EXT. HOLDT HOME - NIGHT The half-melted SHAPE MASK is dropped onto the porch. Legs swathed in black descend the steps. ANGLE OVER STREET The Shape walks calmly down the sidewalk as Caitlin's screams grow. It's not Halloween yet...but it will be. Soon. CUT TO BLACK. ROLL END CREDITS