Freddy is in Hell. He watches Elm Street return to normal, slowly, as the
parents change their tactics and explain the use of Hypnocil. The parents
of Elm Street use a fake name to explain Freddy, and the kids of the street
do not dream about him. Frustrated, Freddy begins to look elsewhere.
Discovering that a mysterious evil has had a distinct connection to one man, Freddy decides to investigate...
Meanwhile...up on Earth...
In a convenience store parking lot, a tan 1973 Delta Oldsmobile pulls out onto the main road. Ash Williams, regular joe, housewares employee, and leader of men, is driving home after a long day.
As Ash drives, he reflects...
Flashback to a psychologist's office, where Ash is relating his adventures to a skeptical-looking man. (He is telling the story the same way he tells it at the end of AoD, to Ted Raimi, although it is made clear that Ash has told the story from the beginning).
The doctor dismisses Ash's theory. He explains how a large amount of murders had been occurring within a few miles of where he had been staying, and, since the killer was never found, it would have been quite likely that the killer had been in the woods that night, and Ash's mind had concocted a paranoid fantasy about it. Ash argues.
Ash: It wasn't a nightmare...I know it was real! I lost my hand. This is a reminder that it actually happened.
(Ash gestures with the hand he created in AoD).
Psychologist: Of course it happened. But you are fictionalizing it. You are blowing it out of proportion. Just your brain working overtime. I'm sure the experience was very traumatic, being there, watching your friends die, but we need to get past this story before I can really help you cope with it.
Ash: What about the body in the S-Mart? How do you explain that?
Psychologist: I don't know, I never saw the body. But I believe that your mind has likely fantasized that memory as well. You must learn to realize what is true...and what is not.
Ash, back in the car, scowls.
Ash: Well, even if nobody believes me...it's over now. I'm past that. I don't need anyone to listen to me. I know the truth.
Ash pulls into his driveway. Inside his house, he eats a microwave dinner in front of the television, checks his e-mail, and heads to bed. Just before turning in, he gazes longingly at a photograph of Linda. (Quick flash of Possessed Linda here.) Ash blinks, shakes his head, turns the light out, and goes to sleep. (A visual effects shot into Ash's head indicates something is amiss...)
Ash awakes. A faint red light falls on his room. He gets out of bed suspiciously, throwing on some clothes, pulling out his shotgun, and walking downstairs...
The downstairs looks slightly warped. There is an evil feeling to the room. Ash, standing in the center of the room, looks around. There are faint, eerie noises coming somewhere, just on the edge of Ash's hearing. His paranoia increases.
Standing in the center, the room spins as Ash turns in circles.
Ash: Who's there? Show yourself! You want to mess with me? Go ahead. I'd be happy to fill some punk's leg with a round from this shotgun.
There is silence. The room continues to spin. (Music builds.)
Ash: Come on out. Come get some.
There is no response. The eerie noises die down. The room stops spinning.
Ash lowers the shotgun a little. He looks around, his eyes shifting.
Ash lowers the gun to his side. He looks back over his shoulder, still suspicious, but more relaxed. Looking back, he places the shotgun on his counter.
There is a loud click, and Ash whips around, jumping back, holding the gun. Sitting on the counter is a Panasonic tape recorder. The "play" button is depressed. Ash stares in horror. (Music again rises, igniting with the apperance of the recorder. No "jolt" sound effects...cheesy.)
Ash: No...no!
The tape recorder plays a slightly shortened version of the description of the book, from the scientist. By the time Ash has stood up and grabbed the recorder, the scientist is reading the words.
Ash: NO! GOD DAMMIT! NOT AGAIN!
The stop button has no effect. Ash panics.
Ash: It won't stop! Why the hell --
Ash drops the tape recorder, which has read more of the words. (Close up of the reels spinning as it reads each word.) Ash lifts the shotgun, cocks it, and points it at the recorder.
Ash: I can't take it! No more creatures!
Just before the recorder reads the last word, he fires the shotgun. The recorder explodes, and Ash recoils from the blast (he's not exactly concentrated on staying still). There is a hole in the floor where the recorder was, and pieces everywhere.
Ash drops to the floor. He leans over the hole, shaking.
Ash: The evil dead...why can't I get rid of them...
Woman's Voice: But, you can!
Ash looks startled, and he turns, lifting the shotgun to fire again. Instead, Linda is standing in the doorway, looking at Ash. (The room has lightened).
Ash: Linda! Wh --
Linda: Ash. The Evil Dead will haunt you forever unless you stop them at the source.
Ash: The source? What are you talking about? Linda --
Linda: There is a man. He is tall, and he wears a hockey mask. They call him Jason, and he is the man you are looking for.
Ash: Jason? The murderer at the camp?
Linda: Yes. While he does not believe in the Evil Dead, your psychologist is right...Jason is the one to stop.
Ash: Wait! What about you? Linda, I --
Linda: There is no time...go...
Ash: Linda!
Linda begins to fade. Ash reaches for her, but the vision is gone before he gets there. Ash slips to the ground again, and cries.
Ash: Jason...
Ash wakes up. Startled, he blinks, then rubs his eyes and leans out of bed.
(Cut to Ash opens his front door and picks up the morning paper. He glances at it mundanely, and opens it up. Suddenly, he turns quickly back to the front page.
A sidebar reads: "New 'Jason' Victims Found". The subheadline reads: "Two teens bodies recovered in cornfield as investigations continue".
Ash keeps reading.
As the investigation of a recent murder spree continues, two bodies were recovered yesterday in a cornfield. The killer is someone witnesses referred to as "Jason," a mysterious man who was stated as having worn a hockey mask to cover his identity.
Ash looks up.
Ash: Jason.
Discovering that a mysterious evil has had a distinct connection to one man, Freddy decides to investigate...
Meanwhile...up on Earth...
In a convenience store parking lot, a tan 1973 Delta Oldsmobile pulls out onto the main road. Ash Williams, regular joe, housewares employee, and leader of men, is driving home after a long day.
As Ash drives, he reflects...
Flashback to a psychologist's office, where Ash is relating his adventures to a skeptical-looking man. (He is telling the story the same way he tells it at the end of AoD, to Ted Raimi, although it is made clear that Ash has told the story from the beginning).
The doctor dismisses Ash's theory. He explains how a large amount of murders had been occurring within a few miles of where he had been staying, and, since the killer was never found, it would have been quite likely that the killer had been in the woods that night, and Ash's mind had concocted a paranoid fantasy about it. Ash argues.
Ash: It wasn't a nightmare...I know it was real! I lost my hand. This is a reminder that it actually happened.
(Ash gestures with the hand he created in AoD).
Psychologist: Of course it happened. But you are fictionalizing it. You are blowing it out of proportion. Just your brain working overtime. I'm sure the experience was very traumatic, being there, watching your friends die, but we need to get past this story before I can really help you cope with it.
Ash: What about the body in the S-Mart? How do you explain that?
Psychologist: I don't know, I never saw the body. But I believe that your mind has likely fantasized that memory as well. You must learn to realize what is true...and what is not.
Ash, back in the car, scowls.
Ash: Well, even if nobody believes me...it's over now. I'm past that. I don't need anyone to listen to me. I know the truth.
Ash pulls into his driveway. Inside his house, he eats a microwave dinner in front of the television, checks his e-mail, and heads to bed. Just before turning in, he gazes longingly at a photograph of Linda. (Quick flash of Possessed Linda here.) Ash blinks, shakes his head, turns the light out, and goes to sleep. (A visual effects shot into Ash's head indicates something is amiss...)
Ash awakes. A faint red light falls on his room. He gets out of bed suspiciously, throwing on some clothes, pulling out his shotgun, and walking downstairs...
The downstairs looks slightly warped. There is an evil feeling to the room. Ash, standing in the center of the room, looks around. There are faint, eerie noises coming somewhere, just on the edge of Ash's hearing. His paranoia increases.
Standing in the center, the room spins as Ash turns in circles.
Ash: Who's there? Show yourself! You want to mess with me? Go ahead. I'd be happy to fill some punk's leg with a round from this shotgun.
There is silence. The room continues to spin. (Music builds.)
Ash: Come on out. Come get some.
There is no response. The eerie noises die down. The room stops spinning.
Ash lowers the shotgun a little. He looks around, his eyes shifting.
Ash lowers the gun to his side. He looks back over his shoulder, still suspicious, but more relaxed. Looking back, he places the shotgun on his counter.
There is a loud click, and Ash whips around, jumping back, holding the gun. Sitting on the counter is a Panasonic tape recorder. The "play" button is depressed. Ash stares in horror. (Music again rises, igniting with the apperance of the recorder. No "jolt" sound effects...cheesy.)
Ash: No...no!
The tape recorder plays a slightly shortened version of the description of the book, from the scientist. By the time Ash has stood up and grabbed the recorder, the scientist is reading the words.
Ash: NO! GOD DAMMIT! NOT AGAIN!
The stop button has no effect. Ash panics.
Ash: It won't stop! Why the hell --
Ash drops the tape recorder, which has read more of the words. (Close up of the reels spinning as it reads each word.) Ash lifts the shotgun, cocks it, and points it at the recorder.
Ash: I can't take it! No more creatures!
Just before the recorder reads the last word, he fires the shotgun. The recorder explodes, and Ash recoils from the blast (he's not exactly concentrated on staying still). There is a hole in the floor where the recorder was, and pieces everywhere.
Ash drops to the floor. He leans over the hole, shaking.
Ash: The evil dead...why can't I get rid of them...
Woman's Voice: But, you can!
Ash looks startled, and he turns, lifting the shotgun to fire again. Instead, Linda is standing in the doorway, looking at Ash. (The room has lightened).
Ash: Linda! Wh --
Linda: Ash. The Evil Dead will haunt you forever unless you stop them at the source.
Ash: The source? What are you talking about? Linda --
Linda: There is a man. He is tall, and he wears a hockey mask. They call him Jason, and he is the man you are looking for.
Ash: Jason? The murderer at the camp?
Linda: Yes. While he does not believe in the Evil Dead, your psychologist is right...Jason is the one to stop.
Ash: Wait! What about you? Linda, I --
Linda: There is no time...go...
Ash: Linda!
Linda begins to fade. Ash reaches for her, but the vision is gone before he gets there. Ash slips to the ground again, and cries.
Ash: Jason...
Ash wakes up. Startled, he blinks, then rubs his eyes and leans out of bed.
(Cut to Ash opens his front door and picks up the morning paper. He glances at it mundanely, and opens it up. Suddenly, he turns quickly back to the front page.
A sidebar reads: "New 'Jason' Victims Found". The subheadline reads: "Two teens bodies recovered in cornfield as investigations continue".
Ash keeps reading.
As the investigation of a recent murder spree continues, two bodies were recovered yesterday in a cornfield. The killer is someone witnesses referred to as "Jason," a mysterious man who was stated as having worn a hockey mask to cover his identity.
Ash looks up.
Ash: Jason.