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What is it?
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Oh God! He killed them!
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Now you know who and what Freddy really is.
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I though Freddy was just an old town story.
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It's no story. It happened. Freddy's real and he's back.
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I'll tell you later.
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It's no just a house. It's his home. He's waiting there for me...to dream.
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It's okay, babe. We're with you.
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I told you you can't help. This isn't a normal nightmare. I'm doomed.
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Something the matter with the cuisine?
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Well Mom, I'll tell ya, when two of your friends die the same day, you let me know what it does to your appetite.
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You're just tired. Don't think I haven't noticed your not sleeping. That has to stop, honey.
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What's wrong with me?
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Your distraught. It'll help...
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I'm sorry honey, but...
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Sorry!! Sorry that you and your tennis pals torched this guy who's now after me. In case you haven't been keeping score, it's his fucking banquet, and I'm the LAST COURSE!!
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Honey, we went over this in therapy.
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Mother, you've just murdered me. Take that to your goddamn therapy...
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TTThanks Alice...
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Earth to Alice...
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Hey, Rick!
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Excuse me, ladies. I'll just be a moment.
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I don't get it.
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Let me talk to you.
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So what's up? What'd I miss?
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She told us the story of Freddy. It's a town legend. He was a child killer who was freed on a technicality.
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So?
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It pissed off a lot of parents. According to Kristen, they hunted him down; roasted him alive.
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Nice neighborhood.
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Now it gets weird. She says he comes back in dreams. If he kills you there, you're dead for real.
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Hey man, we're all sorry...
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She knew she was gonna die.
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Been up with Alice.
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How she doing? I ran into her last night.
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She's blaming herself for Sheila. I know how it feels. I've been thinking about Kristen. Maybe I could've stopped it, if I'd listened.
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About Freddy?
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What else? You ever look over this town's history? Not a safe place to be a teenager. Anyway, if I'm next, watch your back.
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Rick, please.
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Alright, I think I see salvation...
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I think Sheila's more interested in dissecting bodies than just admiring them.
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Give her time. Beauty is skin deep.
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Asthma attack...what 17year old has a fatal asthma attack? She was gonna be a doctor.
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It was Freddy.
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Enough of that crap.
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I saw it. It was my dream. I brought Sheila in...
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No...
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You're his sister, right?
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Rick stayed later after school with Kristen. She wasn't feeling very well.
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Tell him I was looking for him, okay? I'm Dan.
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I know. Uh...Alice.
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I thought it was an accident. Smoking in bed.
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It was no suicide. It was not an accident. It was Freddy, and he's coming back for seconds, thirds, and fourths.
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I was there in the dream. He took her. It was awful. It was awful...
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"In her dream"?
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No, don't! I gave Sheila to him and now she's dead!
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Kristen's story really got to her.
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I've been working double shifts.
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Extra money, huh?
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Look, you know why, you just don't believe me.
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No offense, or anything, but it's kind of hard to swallow.
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The story is, the deaths you can't argue with.
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How long have you been awake?
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Three days.
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Alright, let's assume this whole thing is true. Why does Freddy all of a sudden need you?
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Kristen was the last child left of the people who killed Freddy. Maybe Freddy can't get to new kids without someone like me. Someone to bring them to him.
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Not really.
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Is there something we can do?
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I don't think so. I guess this is my own war.
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You don't really get it. He's not a nightstalker. It'll take more than bench presses to beat him.
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Why can't we just talk to the authorities?
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Yeah, right. Let's trade death by Freddy for life in a rubber room. Adults won't see it. They can't.
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Then what else can we do?
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Try what other kids did. Keep each other awake. We'll meet at Debbie's tonight. At least if we don't sleep he can't get us.
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Who?
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He's going after Debbie, I gotta stop him.
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Hey, you're not alone. We have to stop him, I'm with you.
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You just feel sorry for me.
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Cut that shit out. Maybe before, but not now. I want to help you. I'm on your side.
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As long as your driving doesn't kill us.
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It's okay, we're just about there.
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He's going after Debbie. I gotta stop him.
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You know, I get the weirdest feeling we've been through this before.
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Here we are.
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Something's wrong here. It feels like...
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What the hell was that?
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Debbie. She's gone. I've...collected her, like the others.
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You look great!
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Save it for later. Come on!
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You in a hurry?
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I gotta get to the library before it closes. Killer physics test.
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I know. I hardly have any time to study.
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Maybe you shouldn't be working here so much. You don't want to get stuck waiting tables for the rest of your life.
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I know.
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Ohhhhbaby, I am dead on my feet.
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We have matching luggage.
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What?
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You've been up all night?
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That obvious, huh?
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Then you saw him, too?
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Saw who? I was up all night cramming for this physics test, and I was putting this little baby together. Look...
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