Original subtitles

(Freddy) No, no, no. Don't touch that dial.

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

(male narrator) Alex is a sculptor,

dying to sell his work.

As I'm sure you know, an artist's value skyrockets

just as soon as he or she dies.

Maybe I should just kill myself.

So he decides to fake his own death.

The critics will eat this up and we'll be rich.

But playing dead can be a real nightmare.

The best insurance for my investment... is to kill you.

On "Freddy's Nightmares."

[theme music]

[indistinct chattering]

You're in Springwood now

and you're all mine.

[screaming]

[laughing]

[music continues]

[indistinct chattering]

(male #1) 'Music please.'

Well, well.

What have we here?

[chattering continues]

Interesting piece, Alex.

Yeah, it's profound, it's beautiful.

Not to mention frightening.

Is it Fabina's body?

No other woman on the planet has such a perfect form.

[indistinct chattering]

And who is this young character?

Alex, I'm glad you came over.

Listen, I want you to meet

a fabulous new performance artist.

'Alex, this is Art.'

Art, this is Alex.

Fabina's husband.

'It's nice to meet you, Arthur.'

Just Art. That's my whole name.

First, middle and last.

Just Art.

You see, I'm the answer to this question.

Yeah, Art's getting quite a following.

I see.

What is art, sort of takes on a whole new meaning, doesn't it?

Well, that's the idea, man.

Nobody really knows the answer to that question now

do they, Art?

- No. - Ah.

But I know what isn't art.

And what's that, man?

You.

I feel a sudden urge to use the bathroom.

- Feel a performance coming on? - Hey!

What I do... is..

Don't forget to flush.

Mr. Marx.

I respect your opinion.

Do you think this work

is something I might be able to sell?

Something perhaps you would even buy yourself?

It's a very disturbing work.

Yes, it is.

But it makes a powerful statement.

I'm afraid powerful statements don't sell.

In fact, only two things do.

And what might those two things be?

The work must either be so beautiful and attractive

that you want to have it in your living room.

Or it must be so valuable that it's a good investment.

And, uh, what is your opinion of this statue?

This I'm afraid..

is neither.

I see.

I read that you paid two million dollars

just last week for a very ugly Levinsky statue.

Now tell me, did you pay that price

because it was a very good investment?

Oh, yes, Andre Levinsky is a very good investment

because he's dead.

As I'm sure you know an artist's value

skyrockets the moment he or she dies.

In fact, possibly the best career move

Elvis ever made was dying.

[laughing]

Maybe I should just kill myself.

[eerie music]

Bonjour.

[chuckles]

We're here for the graduation ceremonies

of the famous Freddy Krueger

School of Art, yes.

World-renowned for producing suffering artist.

We exclusively use the Van G..

[clears throat] The Van G..

[gags]

Uh..

That guy's method. Ha ha!

Congratulations, class.

Go forth and suffer.

[snoring]

Has the refuse been removed?

Everyone's gone, Alex.

Everyone except, Mollie.

But then, Mollie is someone.

Aren't you, Mollie?

Sorry, we didn't sell anything tonight, Alex.

Might take some time.

They're not the most commercial things in the world.

Oh, explain that to me, Mollie.

Commercial art, explain that.

Alex, come on. Let Mollie go home.

Thanks, Fabina.

[sighs]

Goodnight, Alex.

Goodnight.

[sighs]

Tsk.

Coming to bed?

In a minute.

[sighs]

Hey!

Wouldn't you rather see..

the original?

Flesh and blood version of that body?

I'll be there in few minutes.

Okay.

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

[panting]

Wha.. Why?

It makes a statement.

A profit statement.

[breathing heavily]

Not you too.

Everyone at the party heard you say you should kill yourself.

'So that's what it'll look like you did.'

I'm gonna be rich.

[grunting]

Honey, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. I'm okay. I'm okay.

I... had a nightmare.

[chuckles] You tried to kill me.

Now, that's silly.

Why would I do that?

I love you.

Do you?

You know I do.

Wouldn't you prefer a, a younger man?

Someone who's a little more stable?

You're not unstable.

You're just, um..

full of passion

and creative energy.

And that's exactly what I love about you.

[instrumental music]

I don't see why I can't wear something underneath all this.

At least underwear.

I can't move.

Well, I worked a year developing

just the right cement compound.

Forms to every contour, every muscle, every detail

So?

So, you took my class at the university, don't you, Otto?

Yeah.

Well, then you should understand

the complex beauty of the human form.

Believe me, I understand.

[phone ringing]

I'll get it.

- 'Fabina.' - Mollie, Hi.

Alright.

I'm gonna cover your nose and your mouth.

I want you to breathe through this tube.

Good. Alright.

Now, we're gonna cut you out of there

just as soon as it all dries.

Alex, it's for you, she says, it's important.

Alright, alright. I'm coming.

One second.

Go ahead and put that last piece on him.

Alright.

Hmm. Hello.

Now, Otto, just try to relax, okay?

I know, how uncomfortable this can be.

I've been covered by ten of them by now.

Only I didn't have my head covered.

Okay, just breathe.

[shouting] You did what?

I'll be right back.

[mumbling]

Well, thanks for nothing.

What?

That bitch she went and sold my statue.

[grunting]

(Fabina) 'Oh, that's great!'

(Alex) For a thousand bucks?

It was worth at least ten grand she didn't even check with me.

[mumbling]

(Fabina) Come on, Alex.

Forget it.

Just channel that passion into the new work.

[thuds]

Oh, my God.

Hey, are you okay, in there?

[drill whirring] Hey!

Don't worry, Otto, I'll get you out of there in a minute.

[whirring]

[intense music]

- What did you do? - I-I put the last piece on.

Like you told me.

You're suppose to leave the tube in there so he can breathe!

[panting]

I thought I did.

It was an accident.

I-it was an accident, I swear.

Oh, what are we gonna do?

Call the police, what else can we do?

Oh, what if..

What if they wanna put me in jail?

Alex, what are we gonna do

Alright, wait a minute here. Wait a minute.

This can work for us.

What?

We can keep you out of trouble and we can solve

our own money problems all at the same time.

Oh, I don't understand.

We get Otto out of the cast. We pour alcohol over him.

Put him in my car and send him over a cliff.

What? Are you insane?

He's not gonna care. He's already dead.

[sighs]

Cops will find the car.

They'll identify it as mine.

Uh, because the body was already covered in so much alcohol

it'll be too burnt to be recognized.

They'll assume it was me.

I can't believe you're saying this.

You don't get it, do you?

In the eyes of the art world

I'll be dead.

Play up my death. Make it sound laureate.

Sensational, an outrageous end

to an all too brief passionate life.

Oh, boy, the critics will eat this up.

'My works will skyrocket in value.'

'And we'll be rich.'

- You're serious, aren't you? - 'Dead serious.'

Yeah. Very dead serious.

Come on, we'll move to Paris.

Get a little flat below Montmartre.

Open up our own little artist cafe.

What do you say?

[intense music]

Can we get a house in the Riviera?

(Fabina) 'I killed a man today.'

(Alex) 'It was an accident. Now, don't torture yourself.'

Look, in a couple of months we're gonna be in France.

Couple of months.

I don't know, if I can stand to wait that long.

Hey, you've got the easy part. You can come and go.

You know, I've gotta stick around cooped up in here

I'll go stir-crazy.

You can keep doing your work.

What good is that gonna do I'm dead, remember?

I'll say I found them in storage somewhere.

I didn't even know they existed.

We can do a whole series.

The lost works of Alex McFain.

Right.

[instrumental music]

[door opens]

You look great!

Alex, don't start, okay?

No, really<TO

The full flush of morning on your face.

Excuse me if I seem a little pale.

I've been here for four hours carrying on

a scintillating conversation

with these four headless freaks!

And I had been buying food.

For four hours?

Well, I ran some other errands too.

Errands.

And what is this errands name?

What's that suppose to mean?

Is it that performance artist that you're so fond of?

What's his name? Oh, yeah!

Who can forget Art?

What are you talkin' about?

I haven't seen Art since our party months ago.

Well, you're doing it with someone

because you're sure not doing it with me.

[scoffs] Alright, if you must know.

I spent the last few hours

driving all over the place

trying to find... this magazine for you.

Mollie told me about it.

(Fabina) 'Take a look on pages 78 through 95.'

It's a whole spread on you.

Aside from saying you were a genius.

It says your art has skyrocketed in value.

Garrett Marx himself has bought

over two million dollars worth.

I'm sorry.

[mumbles]

I-I-I'm scum. I'm..

I'm worse than scum.

It-it's just that

I've been locked up here for months.

And seeing you come and go it's-it's making me nuts.

Look, I-I-I'm sorry.

[sighs] It's-it's okay.

I-I gotta get out of here.

I-I gotta take a walk or something.

No, Alex, you can't do that.

This is a small town.

Someone sees you and our whole plan is ruined.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

We are going to Paris..

not to jail.

[chuckles] Hmm?

[chuckles]

Okay?

[crickets chirping]

[siren wailing]

[man laughing]

I suspected you might try something like this.

[sighs] Mr. Marx, I.. I can explain.

No need. I understand completely.

You faked your death to increase the value of your sculpture.

It's fine with me.

You see, I've acquired almost all of your work.

Well, then we can, we can both benefit from my little secret.

You don't need to worry about me.

I won't tell anyone.

The question is..

How can I be certain that you won't do something stupid

like go out in public?

Now it seems the best insurance for my investment..

is to kill you.

- For real. - Bu-b-b..

[screaming]

[gasps]

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I think, it's time we, uh, sold the statues

and just leave town.

[sighs]

I don't understand why it took you so long

to find these statues.

Ah, I didn't know Alex, had that, uh, warehouse space

where they were stored until yesterday.

I got a notice saying that they were evicting hi

for not paying the bill.

Do you know how much these things are worth?

Um, no, not really.

Let's just say..

you'll never have to work again.

You mean you can still sell them?

[chuckles] They'll be lining up at my door.

I'll send a truck over first thing in the morning

to pick them up, okay?

I'll be here.

Thanks, Mollie.

Poor, Alex.

He'll never get to enjoy all this money.

You'll just have to enjoy it for him.

- Bye. - Bye.

(Alex) 'Did you hear that?'

You'll never have to work again.

I like the way she put that, huh?

[laughing]

(Fabina) Isn't that great?

Um, listen I have to go to the travel agent

and pick up the airline tickets.

Oh, you have to go right now!

[scoffs]

Well, yeah. I told him I'd be there this morning.

How far is this, uh, travel agency?

I don't know, about, uh..

fifteen minutes each way.

Good, then you should be back in about half an hour, right?

Give or take. Why?

Because if you're not, that way I'll know

that you're at his place.

Whose place?

Whoever, whoever you have an affair with.

That, that punk with the tattoo maybe.

[scoffs]

You know, not that you deserve a reply but..

why would I'd be so anxious to go to Europe with you

i-if I'm having an affair with another guy, right here?

[sighs]

I'll be back in half hour.

[sighs]

[intense music]

[Fabina chuckling] 'Oh, yeah.'

'Oh, yeah.'

[moaning]

[chuckling]

[moaning]

Hey, man, what do you think you're doing?

[grunts]

[sighs]

[speaking in foreign language]

[intense music]

Whoa, hold on! Now, you think about what you're doing.

Why? The moment's happening.

What, what, what moment?

It's a piece called performance art.

It's called Art Imitating Death.

[thud]

- What are you doing? - Uh, cleaning up, honey.

[door creaks]

Hi, Alex, how's the water?

Mollie, uh..

No need to get up, Alex.

You don't seem very surprised to see me.

Of course not, Alex.

I knew you were alive all along.

What?

[chuckles]

This has been the happiest time of my life, Alex.

I got to trade the collected works

of the late Alex McFain

'which are worth more money than I ever dreamt possible.'

Do you know why I'm really happy?

No. Why?

'Cause I get to keep the original..

[dramatic music]

Just, what's that suppose to mean?

[sighs]

You were right, Alex.

I was having an affair.

We're in love, Alex.

You're not serious.

Mollie..

what are you doing?

I'm repeating history, Alex.

You're about to die again.

[scoffs] You know, I just never knew

you had such a sense of humor, Mollie.

Why don't you just go ahead and kill me for real the first time?

Because then we wouldn't have the lost works of Alex McFain.

Why these statues alone will net us five million dollars.

(Fabina) 'Plus, we wanted to wait until the smoke cleared'

from your first death.

That way no one will miss you.

Can't murder a man if he's already dead, right?

(Fabina) 'Look up, Alex.'

Meet your maker.

No!

Hey, you!

Coming to my boudoir?

[chuckles] I want to show you some etchings.

[laughs]

Probably, a real good investment too.

I mean, after all, I'm dead.

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

[vacuum cleaner whirring]

Wow! Too hot.

Stacy, you're spilling crumbs all over.

So?

So, potential roommates are coming over.

Who's gonna wanna live with us if we look like slobs?

I don't know.

Another slob?

[bell rings]

Do me a favor, Stacy.

Don't act like a wild woman.

Only if you do me a favor, Gina.

Don't act like you have a stick up your butt.

[door opens]

Ooh, there, looks like I took the express elevator

straight to heaven.

Who are you?

I'm Art.

Ooh, burn.

Um..

I'm looking for Fabina. Is she around?

Oh, there's no one named Fabina living here.

[chuckles] I just got back into town, she's not even here?

[bell rings]

Uh, apparently not, so, if you'll excuse us

we have company coming up.

Oh, I'm sorry, uh..

- Sorry I bothered you. - Hey, it's okay. No harm done.

[elevator rumbling]

Um, I'm here about the female roommate wanted ad.

Oh, yes, come in. I'm Gina.

- Hi. - This is Stacy.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm Art. Gina's and Stacy's lover.

They share everything.

Um... I was kind of looking for a bigger place

Thanks, anyway.

- Bye. - Bye.

May I ask why you did that?

You certainly may.

I figure..

if I can chase off one perspective roomie

then my odds get that much better.

Odds of what?

Moving in with you girls.

- Not a chance. - 'Why not?'

I mean..

you said you needed a roommate, didn't you?

Afe

Male, female, what's the difference?

Yeah, Gina, what's the difference?

Art seems kind of fun.

Stacy, we'll lose our privacy.

We won't be able to go to the bathroom

without putting clothes on first.

(Art) 'Sure, you will.'

I-I can hang a sheet from the corner

and, a-and that'll be my bedroom.

I really need a place to live.

I just got kicked out of my apartment.

Oh, great! So, you're a troublemaker.

No, I..

[instrumental music]

I rescued a stray dog that was hit by a car.

And I took it home and nursed it back to health.

A-and then my landlord found out

and so he kicked me out 'cause he doesn't love pets.

[sighs]

I've been sleeping in my car ever since.

Well, where's the dog?

Oh, I-I, I had to give it to a family that, um..

had a kid to love her and..

this yard to play in.

Well, what do you say?

Save me from the homelessness.

Oh, we don't even have a bed for you.

I can sleep in the bath tub.

Well... okay.

'Under one condition.'

'If it's not working out'

we can throw you out at any time.

'Okay?'

[chuckles] You got yourself a deal.

Deal?

Huh? That guy cut a bad deal.

Has he ever heard about the old saying

whoever can't live with him

can't live..

with him.

[laughing]

[footsteps]

[knock on door]

Come in.

Oh, I'm sorry. You're studying.

I'll come back.

What do you want?

Well..

I sense you don't like me very much

and I figure if we're gonna share this place

we should get along.

So?

So, I thought it might be nice we could talk a little.

I'm really not that bad of a guy once you get to know me.

Okay. Let's talk.

[chuckles]

So..

I see you're into ecology.

[sighs] It's important.

I know.

Tell me more about what you're into.

Maybe I can get involved again.

[chuckles]

Somehow I doubt you were ever active in ecological causes.

[sighs] That's where you're wrong.

I spent all of '88 on a boat with a friend of mine

cutting tuna nets to save dolphins.

You? I'm sure.

Scout's honor.

The only reason we quit was because one of the..

tuna companies..

put a price on our heads.

See this scar?

'Harpoon.'

One of the fisherman shot me when I was cuttin' his net.

How do I know that's not from a motorcycle accident

or a football injury or something?

[instrumental music]

Why would I lie about something like this?

To make me like you.

[chuckles]

It's a good reason.

But I'm telling you the truth.

It's the reason I'm in Springwood.

I figured the fishermen will never look this far inland.

Well, I have to study.

Can we continue this conversation later?

Yeah. Sure.

[instrumental music]

Study hard.

[doorbell rings]

Who is it?

'It's Troy Richardson, friend of Art's.'

'Is he up there?'

Let him up.

Yes, come in.

Your friends always visit this late?

No, something must be wrong.

[knocking on door]

Oh, my God.

Arthur, they're in town. They found me.

Barely got away.

Art, they were trying to kill me.

Troy, Troy, slow down. Who did this?

Fishermen, two of 'em.

You need to go to the hospital.

I wanted to warn you Art.

Who are you?

This is Gina. My new roommate.

Gina, this is my friend Troy.

[groaning]

He was in the boat with me.

[groaning]

Listen, man, I'm taking you

to the hospital.

I'm sorry about this, Gina.

- Is there anything I can do? - No, no, no.

I'll be back later.

[intense music]

[doorbell rings]

- Who is it? - 'It's me Art.'

How long have you been home?

An hour maybe. Why?

I just buzzed you in.

[elevator rumbling]

[Gina whimpering]

[screaming]

[screams]

[exhales]

- What? - I was just wondering.

Weren't you afraid out there?

Out where?

Out at sea. Saving the dolphins.

Weren't you scared you would get killed or something?

Yeah, I was scared.

But I figured..

hundreds of dolphins lives

were worth risking my one life for.

[sighs]

Well, goodnight.

[instrumental music]

I was just wondering..

do you find me attractive?

I think you're the most attractive woman I've ever met.

Strange.

Suddenly you're the most attractive man I've ever met.

[music continues]

Oops. Sorry I didn't know you weren't dressed.

Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know you weren't dressed.

Oh, it's o, it's okay, you can come in.

I-I just, I just wanted to talk.

Oh! About what?

Well, I figured as long as we are going to be roommates

you know we oughta get to know each other a little bit better.

Okay. Sounds good.

Come on.

[sighs]

So you're a Bon Jovi fan?

Oh, are you kidding? He's all I listen to.

How about you? You like Bon Jovi?

To tell you the truth, I'm a little tired of him

after hearing live every night for a year.

Oh, God, don't tell me you're one of those groupies

that followed him around everywhere.

No, no.

I worked, uh, security for the, uh, Brotherhood tour.

Get out of here, you did not.

Yeah, I did. Well, not for the whole tour.

Just... till I was injured.

You were injured?

Yeah, see, there was this big guy..

you know one of those groupies that you

just accused me of being.

This guy, he would follow us everywhere we went.

And every night he tried to get to Jon Bon Jovi backstage.

Finally, one night in Detroit

he got a little too close and I had to deck him.

'That's how I got this.'

[gasps]

Turns out that this guy was the son

of this big mobster named Tony Pucelli.

That's a great fairy tale.

Tell me another one.

I'm telling you the truth, I swear.

That's why I'm in Springwood.

I figure..

I figured, Pucelli's thugs

the-the-they'll never look in a small town like this.

Yeah, and I suppose they have a contract out to kill you?

No, not to kill me, just to break both my knees.

Alright, look, I gotta study.

Alright, I'll leave.

Okay.

But I'm hurt that you don't believe me.

[chuckles]

Okay.

[doorbell rings]

- Hello. - 'Yeah, pizza delivery.'

Oh, that's mine. Buzz him up.

(Stacy) Oh, okay.

You planning to share that pizza?

With a girl who thinks I'm a liar?

I didn't mean that.

Artie... how are ya?

Guido, how'd you find me?

Hey, you should know by now, Artie

you can run but you can't hide.

Mr. Pucelli, he wants your knees broke.

That's what I'm gonna give him.

Why don't you beat it on outta of here, buddy?

Well, well, well, what have we got here, Artie?

New girlfriend?

You leave her out of this. This is between you and me, man.

What's your name, sweetie?

Stacy.

Stacy.

Hey, Stacy, you ever do it in an elevator?

Hey, I said leave her alone.

You're one dumb guy, Artie.

Now, you're one dead one too.

[grunting]

There's a cop who hangs ou at the station down there.

I think he might like to meet a guy like you.

I'll be back.

[dramatic music]

Hope I didn't hit you too hard.

No, I couldn't feel a thing with this cup on.

[both laughing]

I tell you, man, that one would have earned us

an A in stage combat class

Yeah, you think she went for it?

I don't know.

[both laughing]

[elevator whirring]

[door slams]

I thought you were in jail, man.

Mr. Pucelli takes care of his people.

What are you gonna do?

My boss wants your knees broke.

That's what he's gonna get.

[screaming]

[screams]

[sighs] It's only me.

Oh, you scared the hell out of me.

Gosh, that mobster guy has you pretty jumpy, huh?

Yeah. I guess, so.

You really worked for Bon Jovi?

[chuckles]

Yeah, for, um, almost a year.

- Really? - Yeah.

I bet you met a lot of pretty girls on tour, huh?

Yeah. But, uh, none of the came close to you.

Oh, God. You don't have to say that.

I know I don't have to say that, but it's true.

You're spectacular.

You're pretty special yourself.

[instrumental music]

[both chuckle]

Let's get naked.

[laughing]

He's kinda cute, isn't he?

Mm-hmm.

That poor boy is in so much danger.

He told you about that too?

Mm-hmm.

You know what we should do

We should change the locks

Oh, I doubt if that'll help.

The guys that are after him could probably

get through anything.

Yeah.

That mob guy is pretty tough.

Mob guy?

Yeah, the guy that's after Art.

I didn't know tuna fishermen are tied to organized crime.

Tuna fishermen?

Yeah, that's who's after Art.

Tuna fishermen?

Yeah, he cut their nets to save the dolphins.

Is that what he told you?

Yeah. Why?

[sighs]

What did he tellyou?

(Gina) 'Oh, A-A-Art.'

[intense music]

Good morning, Art.

Morning.

We've been comparing notes.

You are one hot lover.

Hmm, red hot.

But we thought you could be just a little hotter.

[screaming]

[screaming]

[breathing heavily]

[screams]

[chuckles]

Good morning, girls.

We want you out of here by nightfall.

Why? We were getting along so good.

You know why you son of a bitch.

Take your scars, take your lies and get out.

Wait, wait, wait.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

'Two beautiful girls like you'

should not be living in this awful neighborhood.

'You need a guy around to protect you.'

- A guy like me. - Yeah?

And who's gonna protect us fromy

Get lost, dirt bag.

[instrumental music]

You sure you don't want me to stay?

For your own safety?

Just get the hell out of here.

Okay, listen good.

Everyone does as they're told and nobody gets hurt.

Well, if it isn't Art's friend.

What's your name? Is it Troy?

No he called himself Guido for me.

Oh, you're a very good actor, pal, nice voice change.

Shut up!

Girls, this isn't who you think it is.

Now put your hands up.

Why you think you can scare us

into letting you stay here

Hey, I don't know anything about this. I swear.

Hey, I already killed four people

three more ain't gonna make much difference.

- 'Now do what I say.' - No way.

- Not a chance. - You want me to kill this guy?

Gina.

- Sure! - We don't like him much anyway.

Pick up the gun!

Very good performance.

Kick him like you did last time, Art.

Pick up the damn gun.

Now, point it at him while I call the cops.

You know, you could have at least used

a realistic looking gun, that one's so fake.

It's a real gun, Gina. Point it at him!

Games' over, Art. It's fake.

And I'll prove it.

No!

[intense music]

[both sigh]

Very good.

- Nice death scene, guys. - Mm-hmm.

Is that fake blood like they use in the movies or what?

Okay, Guido or Troy or whatever your name is.

We're not falling for it.

Ugh.

[intense music]

That's not Troy.

It's not Guido, either.

Oh, my God. He's really dead.

(Freddy) 'Some people say anything to get'

what they want from a chick.

This guy said he was a friend of mine.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

[laughing]

Hey, babe.

[theme music]

[music continues]