Original subtitles

No, no, no.

Don't touch that dial.

Here's what's on my mind, tonight.

[laughs]

- (male narrator) A veteran photographer was - one last shot at the big time.

Halloween issue, key layout.

- 'You still have the touch?' - Razor sharp.

But high fashion demands a cutting edge.

- You want to make her scream? - Yes.

So, an expert gets into the picture.

Hey, babe!

But who will pay the high cost for Freddy's services?

Keep the motivation, Kiki, it's wonderful.

A special Halloween treat on "Freddy's Nightmares".

[theme music]

You're in Springwood, now.

And you're all mine!

[screaming]

[Freddy laughing]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[camera shutter clicking]

Do we have to say cheese?

Cheese?

Yeah, you always have us say cheese.

(female #1) 'Our cue to smile.'

Yeah, I like to say cheese

Yes, you can say cheese.

Always works like a charm.

Every year your pictures

come to us and they look great!

- So.. - Must be the cheese.

Well, it seems to capture the moment just great.

(female #2) 'Alright, now you hold that.'

Okay, good.

And cheese!

(all) Cheese!

All set!

Okay, I will have these for you real soon.

Thank you, very much.

Do you realize, you've taken our annual family portrait

since Debbie was three.

Oh, I didn't realize it had been so long.

We hope you've enjoyed watching her grow up

as much as we have.

Wow, did you used to be somebody?

Uh, yes!

Thank you.

Oh, this award was when?

Oh, uh, fifteen years ago.

Well, we're honored to have someone of your caliber

taking our photograph.

And we look forward to coming back every year

until we're all old and gray.

[all laughing]

- Cant wait. - 'What?'

I said that, uh, that'd be great.

[police siren blaring]

[telephone ringing]

- Hello. - 'Hello, is this Stoney Adler?'

You got her.

Is this the right Stoney Adler?

The one who took the photo of [indistinct] topless

revisited in silk?

- Yeah, that's my photo. - 'Great, ever here of Kink?'

Well, I was open to it.

No, the magazine.

Uh, never mind. We're new. We haven't come out yet.

I'm the editor, Torrie Bodnar.

Oh, good for you.

'We're not men's rag with sleazy pictures.'

We're culture statement, you know the art about the bizarre.

We're arresting and trend setting.

Oh, what do you want with me?

'I haven't seen your work in years.'

'What happened to you?'

Oh, I was away.

Long trip. How'd you end up in Springwood?

Is that anywhere or just nowhere?

It's, uh, somewhere in between.

Umm, what do you want?

When I was a kid, I loved your work.

Yeah, you sound like you're still a kid.

(Torrie) 'No way. I'm 27 and I need someone like you on the Kink.'

You're forte was cutting edge, borderline, wild, racky..

- Racky? - 'Yeah.'

(Torrie) 'Out there, really reaching.'

Oh, right. Racky.

I've got a deadline if you can handle it.

Try me.

Halloween issue, key layout.

Need it in a week using top three models.

Do you still have the touch?

Razor sharp.

Great. If this works, I'd say you're back.

[dial tone]

(Freddy) 'Now, that's razor sharp.'

[Freddy laughs]

Real cuttin' edge.

It's Halloween.

And I'm going to treat

that nice female photographer

to a couple of tricks.

[laughing]

'I love playing head games!'

[Freddy laughs]

[instrumental music]

[camera shutter clicks]

Oh, I feel stupid.

Try, uh, moving the broom.

It's got splinters.

And the straw itches.

And this-this dress, it's crawling up my butt.

Alright, alright, let's break for five.

[instrumental music]

You know, I only took this

because Kink is supposed to be so hot.

Only the best.

How come I don't know you?

Does it come as a shock to you that Paul McCartney

was in another band before Wings?

Uh, I gotta call my agent, okay?

Yeah. Okay.

Then change for The Ripper.

Oh, boy.

This is cool, right? It leaks.

But I got this thing. It lands on this.

What i-what is this Who are you?

Oliver. Uh, your new assistant.

Torrie Bodnar, that Kink editor.

Said you could use and abuse me.

Oh, so, umm..

You know anything about photography?

Just what you'll tell me.

'But I can hang out and do stuff.'

I-I see. You're good at stuff, huh?

Well, listen, why don't you, uh, stuff this behind the stike.

Uh, stike?

Yes, it's the big gray thing.

Gray thing, cool.

You know, you're red.

- Very hot. - What?

Your aura, I can see it.

It's about out to here.

- It's red, very hot. - It's hot.

Yeah, you should de-stress or something.

Oh, I see, so I'm stressed Is that what hot means?

Either that, or you used to be good and bad.

'I'll read up on it.'

I used to do crystals, but, uh

auras are a real kick.

Not totally on top them, yet.

- Alert me when you are. - 'Cool, you got it.'

- Oh, how about I stuff this? - 'Hey, stuff away.'

Hey, you know what, then grab that pile of props

and drag 'em over in front of the, uh, big gray thing.

Yeah, the ones labeled "Ripper".

Ha, like "Jack the Ripper"?

One and the same.

Whoa, hey, racky!

(Torrie) 'What do you see?'

I see... Jody as the witch.

Talk to me. What do you think?

Well, it's not exactly racky.

Well, you've got that stuff right.

I'm looking at it too, Oliver sneaked me a copy.

Nice of him.

Yeah, well, I've got a job for you.

A new one. One you<i

Oliver should have a setup in your studio, right now.

You should be doing this one for the next 20 years.

[slams phone receiver]

[instrumental music]

[gasps]

Congratulations!

You're the new official photographer

for all the laminated restaurant menus in the country.

- You want it over here? - What?

You want it over here?

(Stoney) 'Uh, yeah, yeah, that's good.'

I don't see what this has to do with Halloween.

I'm gonna pop right out of this.

That's cool. Trick and treat.

Oh, get back, buddy.

So, I guess, uh, a date is out of the question.

Are we gonna do this?

Yeah! Yeah, let's shoot it.

(Stoney) 'Umm, Oliver turn on the fog machine'

and, uh, then go down to the camera store on the corner

and ask 'em for Stoney's usual.

I can do that.

And have to be real careful with this fog

It's very slippery.

I have a layout in Paris next week.

If I fall and break something, we're talking big bucks here.

Oh, so, don't fall.

Well, we better it shoot before my eyes get too red.

Now, why are your eyes gonna get red?

Jordan Kingman's?

Major had to be there.

Always runs late.

No sleep.

Why don't you just close your eyes?

Rest against the lamp post?

And don't say anything.

'Just let the fog build up, while I load the camera.'

[instrumental music]

It's cold outside..

but death is colder.

Not bad.

But this is bad!

[screams]

No, uh-uh, no!

That's wonderful! Wonderful!

(Jody) 'Please! Please! Uh, aah!

[laughing]

Ooh, my beautiful show some emotion.

(Jody) 'Please, please, no!'

'Ah, no!'

Oh, yes, my princess.

Very good.

[Jody screaming]

Great! Super. I love it, I love it!

(Jody) 'Help me, God!'

[screaming]

Just move, be loose, be loose.

Keep yelling!

And now, my beauty!

Dance! Dance! Dance!

Oh, my God!

[gasping]

- Where'd he go? - Are you okay?

That was great!

Come on, let's go again, right away.

Get away from me, you're crazy.

- Why, what's wrong? - Ask your sick-o friend.

Oliver?

[eerie music]

You're out of there, pal.

And tell Sally, I'm keeping her leather jacket.

Okay, I'm ready. What do you want me to do?

I'd like you to climb in the coffin and get comfy.

[phone ringing]

- Hello. - Stoney Adler, Torrie Bodnar.

Right both times.

- 'It is the most..' - Most what?

"Jack The Ripper" stuff. The most great photos!

Dead on target!

- You liked it? - 'Yeah.'

Great! Take it even further!

Right to the edge. Make it controversial.

Maybe even insulting. We'll sell more magazines.

- Yeah, hey, I'll crank it up! - 'Yeah.'

Pour on the heat.

I am red and hot.

I knew we had the same aura.

- I'm sorry to hear that. - 'What?'

I said how about that?

Listen, I gotta go.

Yeah, go, go, go, go!

[dial tone]

Okay, let's rock 'n' roll, shall we?

You know, these teeth don't fit so well.

- Oh, leave it. - Yeah, we'll make it work.

Yeah, a little jet-lagged from my gig in the<i

so if I nod off, just nudge me.

Okay.

Umm, Kiki, I want you to grab this wooden stake

and hold it above you.

And I want you to hold it as though someone is trying to

drive it in, you know.

And I want you to fight with it.

Okay, you want erotic, weird, sick

funny, goofy, I'm up for it.

Uh, how about, uh, racky?

Yeah, cool.

'Hey, I can see that.'

So, you want me to lick the stick?

Or I could suck on it if you want.

(Stoney) 'Uh, no, no, no, no.'

I think just fight with it for now.

Maybe we'll, uh, lick later.

Oh! Oh, no.

Oliver, uh, would go out

and get some fog juice please?

You got it.

Hey, you just relax and, uh, I'm gonna change some lenses.

[yawns]

[instrumental music]

Hey, babe!

Stakes get to impale hearts.

Get him off of me!

Oh, Ki..

Hey, that's great!

Keep doing that, really..

Get him off me!

Get him off..

[camera shutter clicks]

I heard you was dying for this job.

[screaming]

[camera shutter clicks]

[grunting]

Nice touch, Kiki, that's it.

Shudder like you're dying and you're fighting it.

That nails it.

You just relax, I'm gonna knock these off.

[instrumental music]

- Ready? - Oh, yeah.

Super rush.

Get these prints off to Torrie's, right away.

Flying out.

Well, we're about through here.

This is your nudge.

Here, I'll take this. You can let go.

[screams] Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

This can't be.

Well, she's dead.

Oh, Oliver!

Oh!

Wait a minute.

This can't be.

Uh, alright, pull yourself together.

Uh, police.

Urgh, I-I can't call the police.

They're gonna think I did it. I-I'm alone here.

Okay, wait a minute, wait a minute.

My prints are on the stake.

And I s..

Stake is in the photos, I sent the photos out.

Okay!

Wait, I just need time.

I need time to think.

[panting] I know what I'll do.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I'll stash the body.

[instrumental music]

There must be something.

Something, I missed.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

Who the hell are you?

(Freddy) 'Your meal ticket.'

Where are you?

(Freddy) 'In your head, dummy.'

No!

In-in my dream?

(Freddy) 'We've been working together.'

'I told you the babes!'

You killed, Kiki?

(Freddy) 'You lost your touch.'

'I got it back.'

'No me, no photo'

'no job!'

Oh, stop! Stop!

Stop it! Stop!

How did you do that?

(Freddy) 'You wanted real?'

'I'm a dream come true.'

- Dre-dreams? - 'Umm-hmm.'

'They just gotta nod off.'

'That's the picture.'

[Freddy laughing]

[telephone rings]

[gasps]

Yes?

(Torrie) 'This stuff is great.'

'Cutting edge all the way. It vibrates.'

'Give me one more set.'

No, no, I, I can't do the last one.

You'll, uh, you'll have to make it work with two.

'Maybe they did that in your day.'

'It's all or nothing with me.'

'I need one more session or it's back to portraits for you.'

Uh..

Okay.

[clears throat] I'll do it.

I'll do it. I'll do it.

'Good. So, get on it.'

[eerie music]

(female #1) 'So why such a late session?'

Deadline.

'I hear you.'

I'm trying to do a leverage stock buyout before it splits.

I got an inside tip.

Then I could plan 30 thou to revolving CD and that will

compound bi-quarterly.

'So, what do you do with your money?'

Spend it.

So, what do you want from the shoot?

I'd like to capture Cleopatra in repose.

The Egyptian sleeping beauty.

So, if you could just nod off, that would be great.

You mean, I can sleep.

That would do it.

Oh, not hard at this hour.

Get paid for sleeping.

Not bad.

[intense music]

Do something.

Excuse me?

Get away from him.

I don't understand. From whom?

Right behind you.

Ah! I'm sorry. I don't know what you want.

Who?

So, you want to make her scream?

Yes.

This should do it.

[Stoney screaming]

[Freddy laughing]

[screaming]

[camera shutter clicks]

Heh-heh, it is totally, boss, awesome.

What can I say?

You are going to be very big, very,

'and I want an exclusive on you.'

You are gonna shoot for "Kink" only.

Call me, just as soon as you see the magazine.

Right. As soon as I see it.

Messed her up bad.

Well, all in a day's work.

She wanted it, didn't she?

Be careful what you wish for.

You might just get it.

And get it good.

[eerie music]

[dog barking in distance]

[doorbell rings]

[chuckles] I'm sorry..

Halloween isn't until tomorrow night.

We just don't give out candy till then.

[muffled gunshots]

[intense music]

[humming]

[muffled gunshot]

It's Halloween, my night to play.

[laughing]

I, uh, I asked them to hang around.

I hear that, feds are coming to Springwood.

Those out-of-towners, they've got such a bad attitude.

Wait till I show 'em, a couple of my tricks or treats.

[laughing]

This is number 48, Dennis.

(Dennis) That many?

What's that make us?

Thirty and seventeen versus the bad guy.

He's not bad.

Should always check with the hotshot.

Bureau thinks he's good.

Peterson caught the iceman and they covered him.

So, all that's one.

You just said, we got 30.

This guy is, he's weird.

It's kind of unhinged.

Probably why he's good.

Gives me the creeps, Jack.

Yeah, but he's in-charge.

Thanks a lot, we'll take it from here.

And the door was left open.

Why did you do that?

We just got here.

You want everyone to see this?

Proud of it?

Didn't think you'd get caught? Why is that?

You talking to yourself?

- Yeah. - Does this go on all day?

Maybe I don't know yet.

Think you can handle it?

Look, we're here because the bureau says, "go".

Then they say, some new guy

is gonna run our ticket on this one.

You walk in and you start talking to yourself.

It's just not the way we work, that's all.

And does this look normal to you?

All the weirdoes come out on Halloween.

The bureau thinks they might have

a serial killer on this like Missouri.

A loose wacko wasting families.

That's why we took over from the local authorities

Now, you guys are by the book.

Step in time, tell the wine, that's okay.

- Just doesn't work for me. - Yeah?

What's your bag?

I gotta, I gotta get the mindset of what did this.

Suck up the facts and some kind of feelings I get.

That's great. Really.

You grab your feelings and we'll grab this.

Well, look at this.

Is this in the prelim report?

No, not covered.

I better dust it.

Let's see if we get any feelings from it first.

[chuckles]

Both the parents were found downstairs.

Mrs. Johnson met you at the front door.

You shut her up fast, two bullets.

Why did you use the silencer?

The daughter was found upstairs.

The silencer allowed you to get upstairs without being heard?

Father was found downstairs.

Sitting in the chair with his throat cut.

The bodies are at the morgue.

Maybe you'd like to talk to them later.

Later.

Did he come in later? Did he finds you?

Why didn't you shoot him?

Was it too easy?

Playing games here, having fun?

The father's blood is in a circular ring around the chair.

How?

You spun the chair, didn't you, son of a bitch

He thought it was funny.

Our boy's got sense of humor.

Just got that feeling, huh?

You said, you suck up facts.

You got any?

- One of the lights. - What about the lights?

Broken bulbs, lamps, something disturbed.

What about the three people? They got disturbed in a big way.

No sign of struggle, but the lights are broken.

You didn't want to be seen Or you just like it dark?

What does this have to do with anything?

Don't know yet.

So, all you do know is, we're looking for some funny guy

who likes to break lights.

I'd like to get home before Christmas.

Have any feelings about that?

[Mary's automated message] 'Debbie honey, it's me mom.'

'I'll be a little late, could you start the turkey?'

'Set the oven for 350. Put it on the lower shelf.'

'Thanks, dear.'

[John's automated message] 'Hi, honey. It's me. I'll be home in..'

'Hello? It's you again. Who the hell are you?'

'What the hell are you doing in my house?'

'On my phone? Get out! Get out! Get out!'

- Is that the father? - Sounds like it.

I think he's talking to the guy.

That's the killer.

Where's the other voice?

Why didn't it record the other voice?

I don't know.

- There should be another voice. - Maybe he's like you.

Talks to himself.

[doorbell rings]

Hey, trick or treat, come on in.

Hey, what the hell? This isn't really evidence anyway, is it?

Not to me. Hey, Peterson?

You wanna feel this stuff or rub it all over your body

or whatever is it that you do?

- Something I said? - Here, you go, kids.

(Peterson) 'You wore a sheet..'

The bullet holes were exit holes.

But the sheet wasn't just a gag

you didn't wanna be recognized.

That's how you got into the house.

But then you dropped the sheet in the hall right here.

So, the girl saw you.

And you got the girl at pretty close range.

Was she too scared to run?

Did she know you?

Why'd you take the sheet off?

[instrumental music]

Look at me you, son of a bitch.

Daddy?

[gunshot]

Hey, whoa! Easy.

(Dennis) 'What the hell are you doing? You crazy?'

'Never pull a piece on me.'

I'm sorry, uh..

What the hell were you staring at in here?

We came here to check it out. You were really zoned out.

It was the father?

In here?

He killed them.

How do you know that?

I don't know.

[instrumental music]

[eerie music]

Well, at least we got a starting point, the father.

Maybe you do. We got work to do.

Real work.

Hey, things are getting good here, guys.

Oh, we're happy for you.

Look, I know, I'm right about this.

I don't expect you to believe me at first, not right away

but just don't rule it out.

I've never had feelings from some sort of dreams.

It's like I could see the whole thing happening again.

It's always been from facts before, this is different.

Damn right. This is nuts.

Where'd you learn to think like this?

Prison.

- 'You serious?' - 'Yeah.'

If you were in prison, how did you get in the bureau?

I'm not.

- 'But I thought... ' - You thought wrong.

What were you in for?

Research.

I was there to learn.

Bureau paid me.

I work freelance.

They liked me, but I just didn't quite fit the mold, so..

You were at the prison, 'cause you wanted to.

I thought, it'd be interesting.

You see, the cons are in there 'cause they don't think like us.

Or do they?

That's why I had to find out.

After two years, I got a feel for them.

You'll spent two years in the joint?

Just for research?

Gotta sleep somewhere.

I don't like this guy.

Ah, maybe he'll figure all this out, we'll get outta here early.

Yeah, and maybe he won't.

And then we'll be stuck here with him.

Are you telling us the father killed his wife and daughter

and then slit his own throat?

The cut was laterally left to right across the carotid artery.

With a wide sweeping motion.

Yeah, and the father was right handed.

There was no weapon found.

Which tells us the father couldn't have killed himself.

You don't slit your own throat and then hide the weapon.

I know that.

I just said, he killed his wife and his daughter.

Great! So who killed him?

I don't know that yet. Do you?

Why are we even having this conversation?

I don't know how to respon to this guy.

You got a problem with this, Jack?

I trained under Hoover.

The man was not big on feelings.

So what happened to you?

You killed your own daughter and you came downstairs

but why didn't you leave?

Why did you stop?

Why did you sit down?

There we go again.

Were you figuring out a plan?

You've been wingin' it up till now?

Hey, maybe he didn't really know what he'd done.

Are you buying into this free brain crap?

- Ah, it's just a thought. - It's not a bad one at that.

Jack, just remember who you work for.

Are you in shock, and you collapsed in the chair?

But how did you die?

- I saw something. - 'What?'

- A man. - Where?

- In here. - Where else?

We're supposed to be working

and you're jumping around like a maniac.

You know, you're crazy enough to have done all this yourself.

Except I was in Pittsburg at the time, where were you?

Washington. Where I've got 20 years with the Bureau.

In the field, not in some prison.

Which is why I hope I can count on you.

Now if this interrogation is over

I'd like to get back to work.

Why don't we enact the crime scene?

Jack, you play the mother and, Dennis, you're the daughter.

Should we wear dresses?

Just asking. I wanna do this right.

Give me a minute.

Take your time.

(Dennis) 'Should we wait for this report?'

I'll get it.

Sorry, Halloween's not till tomorrow night.

No, candy till then.

[muffled gunshots]

[screams]

Look at me, Freddy.

You talking to me?

Son of a bitch!

[muffled gunshot]

[screams]

[Freddy laughing]

Oh my God!

What has happened to me?

[door creeks]

[gasps] Krueger?

[groaning]

(Dennis) 'What the hell are you doing?'

The guy in a green sweater, a Halloween mask and a hat

with the father..

Right in this chair.

[eerie music]

Yeah, it's Peterson, listen, uh

I need you to run a check on Freddy Krueger.

Gimme everything you got.

Yeah, the works, great. Thanks.

That was Washington, they're gonna run

a computer check on Freddy Krueger.

Where'd you get this name, Freddy Krueger?

He's not in the case file.

There is nothing around the house with his name on it.

Oh, I kinda heard it.

You heard someone say "Freddy Krueger"?

There's no one else here, right?

Right.

Oh, so this was in your dream.

Yeah.

I know, it was just in the dream

but I know that's the name.

I can't wait to see, how you're gonna file this on the report.

Sure wasn't any form to cover this.

Thought you heard it, but in a dream.

But you know it.

Yeah, that'll hold up in court.

What about those slash marks on that lamp shade, pal?

'Forensics didn't have an answer for that.'

But the bladed glove that I described would cover it.

And that was in the dream.

And those slash marks, sure as hell are on that lamp shade.

Well, the marks areon the lampshade.

Maybe we should cut him some slack.

He covertly brought down the iceman

with clues that everyone missed.

No, something's wrong here

Like what? Like he's making stuff up?

Maybe, maybe not.

How do we know the Bureau placed him in prison?

Well, they've done it before. What are you getting at?

Well, how the hell does he know

all this stuff that went on here?

Well, he doesn't if he's just making it up.

And if he's not? Then the only way he'd know

is if he was here.

I think he may be one of the people

he claims he was researching.

- Identity transference. - Yeah.

We don't really know if he's from Pittsburg.

And what's with all this dream crap?

I think we may have a wack right here in the house.

Like that guy in Boston in '81.

The one on the police force.

Yeah. Investigating the murder he committed.

But we got no proof on Peterson.

I'm gonna call Washington on the car phone.

Check out this Freddy Krueger myself.

Came down the hall, after Freddy Krueger.

You used the sheet to get the drop on him at the front door.

But then you didn't need it anymore, when you got up here.

So you tore it off.

And you shot your daughter..

thinking she was Freddy Krueger.

Did you see it like I did?

And Freddy was in your head.

Somehow, Freddy was in your head.

[bell rings]

He gets inside by getting into your head.

Don't open the door.

It's only Dennis.

(Frank) 'What is it?'

Lesson number one. Dreams can be real.

And then you die.

Hold it.

It's not him, Dennis. It's Jack. It's Jack.

[gunshots]

'Dennis, Dennis. Snap out of it.'

(Peterson) I tried to tell you, it was Jack.

Krueger's just in your head.

Washington said Freddy Krueger is dead.

Years ago.

Trust me on this one. Just put your gun away.

Trust you?

Jack's dead.

Trust me. Ha!

[intense music]

Drop the gun, Dennis.

[laughs]

[gunshot]

It's not over.

[gunshot]

[intense music]

Come on, Krueger. Let's have at it.

You're not here.

You're in here.

You get inside their heads.

Alright, Freddy..

let's get inside mine.

Smart boy!

[laughs]

But the game's gotta end.

[gunshot] Ah!

Urgh!

Ruined a perfectly good sweater.

Here, take it.

It was you, on the phone machine with the father.

'That's why we didn't hear your voice.'

'Cause you were just inside his head.

Case closed. Bye bye.

[screams]

[gagging]

[machine whirring]

[instrumental music]

[clicking blades]

[intense music]

[footsteps]

[eerie music]

[theme music]

[theme music]