Original subtitles

No, no, no!

Don't touch that dial.

Here's what's on my mind tonight.

(male narrator) A professor running from his past

a young student running from his future

and a terrifying vision of their darkest fears.

So, general, our paths cross again.

Have their nightmares come alive?

Die like a man.

Or have they had just one drink too many?

Why, the bottle alone can tear you apart.

Find out on the next "Freddy's Nightmares."

[theme music]

[children laughing]

You're in Springwood now and you're all mine.

[screams]

[screams]

[screams]

[laughing]

The only reason I'm taking an English lit course is

so I could stay away from science professors.

Why would you do that?

I keep falling in love with them.

But I'm safe here.

English professors don't do anything for me.

Oh, I hope I'm not insulting you.

You're not an English major?

Uh, actually I'm a supervisor at a credit rating service.

I'm only taking this one course on Shakespeare.

[whispers] Let's go..

[gasps]

I thought you weren't taking this course.

I can take whatever course I want.

Since when have you been interested in Shakespeare?

I mean, the plots of Saturday morning cartoons

were too much for you.

Oh, really?

I saw "Othello" with Bob

and I loved it.

Ah!

"Othello?"

'How does that passage go?'

"Pray, chuck, come hither

show me your eyes."

[all screaming]

Shakespeare knew that a good play was not enough.

You had to get the audience into the theater

and then you had to grab their attention.

- 'What?' - Oh!

I think I'm in love.

Bah! Yuck!

A round of applause for Mary Whittaker

of our Theater Department.

[applauding]

And I am Professor Windom

and this is introduction to Shakespeare.

So, uh, let me introduce you.

Class, this is William Shakespeare.

Willy, the class.

[applauding]

Shakespeare survives

because his plays are as relatable today

as when he first wrote them.

Hmm.

Would you like a belt, missy?

Looks like it would make you feel good.

Uh, no.

[sighs]

Little missy

Springwood Yew is very small.

Now you can learn real drama from me

or go on believing that "Jake And The Fatman"

works on a number of levels.

[all chuckling]

Eh?

He is the most fascinating man I've ever met.

Definitely, if you're into burned-out drunks.

All artistic types drink a little.

A little? This guy downed a quart.

I've got it. I'll ask him to tutor me.

I bet you I have a date by the second lesson.

Oh!

(Windom) 'You must believe me.'

You're wrong to think that poetry is worthless.

'Poetry must not only be allowed..'

it must be nurtured.

[inhales sharply]

So you don't think booze can kill ya, huh?

[glass shatters]

Why, the bottle alone can tear you apart.

[glass shatters]

But booze ain't gonna kill the professor.

He's just gonna wish it did.

[laughing]

[knock on door]

[gasps]

Oh!

[knocking continues] Oh!

Ooh!

[sighs]

[knocking continues]

[exhales]

[panting]

Professor, it's me, Chuck.

- Chuck. - Chuck?

Chuck!

I didn't recognize you.

Come in.

P-professor, I need your help.

What is it? Are you in trouble?

Professor, you-you gotta hide me.

Tell me what's going on.

[gasping] It's the army.

I-I couldn't take anymore. I wish I could, but I couldn't.

I.. Look, I-I-I deserted.

You deserted? Do you know how serious that is?

Oh, no, professor, I've just been running

for the past two days to prepare for a marathon.

Well, what are you going to do?

You can't stay here.

Why not?

That would make me an accessory to your crime.

I'm not gonna do that now.

Have you tried to contact your family?

What? Are you kidding? Do you know my family?

They-they've been in army since Valley Forge.

I can't go there.

[breathes heavily] God!

Look, there..

There's somethin' else too, professor.

What?

[breathes heavily] I've been havin' these awful nightmares.

[grunts]

It's time to get what you deserve, boy.

(Chuck) Wait!

[grunts]

No!

Dad.

- Lower the club, soldier. - Yes, sir!

(male #1) 'You were going to hit him in the face, weren't you?'

That's wrong. Real wrong.

- Hit him in the stomach! - 'No!'

That way no one will see the mark.

No! No!

The meaning of your dream's pretty clear to me.

It's an expression of the guilt you feel over your desertion.

No, it's more than that. Don't you understand?

I don't think the nightmares will stop until you...

Until what?

U-until I turn myself in?

Don't you realize they'll kill me if I go back?

Oh, I don't..

I think the army will treat you fair.

Yeah, yeah, it's not..

No, it's not the army I'm worried about.

It's, it's my father who'd want me dead.

Well, he's not the only person in your life.

- What about Janie? - It's Jeanie.

Oh, what kind of life can I offer her?

God! Professor, I beg you.

Please let me stay.

Alright, alright.

Okay, Chuck. We'll see what we can do.

Oh. Thank you.

[intense music]

So, general, our paths cross again.

This time to do battle over the soul of your own son.

[knock on door]

[knock on door]

[eerie music]

- No! - Easy

Don't be afraid.

I've come to tell you that I was wrong.

Wrong? How?

You don't have to be like me.

You shouldn't be like me.

And the fact that you've been fighting so hard

to be your own man shows me that you've got guts.

Thanks, dad.

This calls for a drink.

Dad, no, you don't need to drink.

[laughs] That's what I've been telling you and your mother for years.

No, I'm begging you, don't drink.

[gasping]

One never hurt anybody.

[dramatic music]

Ah!

You little wimp!

[grunts]

D-daddy, please. Please.

Don't worry.

I won't let them hang you.

But only because hanging is too good for you.

Shoot him in the knees!

No! No!

[gunshot]

And I scream and I scream

and the MPs just laugh.

And they drop me to the floor and that's it.

Then I woke up.

You said this dream makes you more nervous

than the others. Why is that?

It took place in Springwood

right in this apartment.

They're closing in on me...

No, they are not. It's just a dream.

- You're lookin' pretty good. - Hmm? Oh!

[chuckles] Thanks. I'm feeling good too.

You know, I'm drinking less.

I'm happy for you.

Look, I've got to go over some papers

so excuse me for a little while, okay?

Sure, no problem.

[sighs]

Did you think about me?

About what will happen when the MPs arrive?

- Yes, I think about that. - Oh, really?

Then why do we just sit around in this apartment?

Why aren't we doing something? Going somewhere?

Listen, Chuck, your future is on my mind

but, but it's not running away.

Look.

It's this.

[instrumental music]

This is one of my poems.

- You've kept it. - I kept it because it's good.

It's really good.

I wish my father felt like you did.

Maybe if I called him and told him how good you really are.

[laughs] Oh, no. No, to my father, all poetry is the same.

It should all be written by women.

Listen, Chuck, you have got to trust me.

Now I'm waiting for word on something.

When I get that word, we're gonna move quickly, okay?

Okay.

Now will you let me do my work?

Alright, professor.

I-I'm sorry I'm such a trouble.

No, no. Don't worry about it.

- I think I'll do some writing. - That's a good idea.

Uh, I, I just remembered I-I misplaced my notebook.

Did you see it?

[dramatic music]

What is it?

We always used to make fun of you

because you misplaced things.

[chuckles] Oh, that.

'But I-I've never done that.'

So?

Nothing.

[indistinct chatter]

(Windom) Well, what are you all stating at?

Never seen a guy who's had areally<TO

[all laughing]

Today we're gonna finish our discussion of "Lear."

Now, Barbara.

'Could you tell me the difference'

between the subplot in "Lear"

and Shakespeare's other subplots?

I don't know.

How come you're asking a question like that?

Well, this may come as a surprise to you, Barbara

but I ask the questions because I am a teacher.

[all laughing]

'Now you are a student'

'so therefore, you answer the questions.'

But you never asked any questions before.

Is that so?

Well, that's all changed.

Don't blame me. It's the suit.

I am an animal when I wear this suit.

Chuck.

Chuck, where are ya?

(Chuck) 'I'm in the bathroom.'

Listen, the news I've been waiting for, it's come.

(Chuck) 'I'll be out in a minute.'

I'm gonna be heading the English Lit Department

of Bern University in Switzerland.

I've always dreamed of something like this

but I kinda got side tracked

by, uh, well, you know.

But now I've got it and you're coming with me.

You're gonna get a second chance.

A chance to pursue your poetry.

All in a place outside the army's jurisdiction.

Who knows? Maybe Jeanie can come over later.

(Chuck) 'Sounds great.'

Listen, I've saved the best part for last.

I've stopped drinking. Do you believe it?

[laughs] I just stopped.

This afternoon I said "No more."

[dramatic music]

That's right, Chuck, we're almost packed.

I've got the tickets to Canada, our connection is to London

with a short detour to Stratford-on-Avon.

We can overlook Shakespeare's home

and then, on to Bern, our new home.

[Chuck laughs]

What is it? What's so funny?

We're not gonna make it. It's all a waste of time.

The MP's are too close.

How could you possibly know that?

Because I can feel it.

And if you weren't such a pathetic

hopeless drunkard trying to...

Now, hold it, hold it.

You've forgotten. I don't drink anymore.

Oh, right. Right!

You know, I finally figured out the deal.

- What deal? - Why you took me in.

What are you talking about

You've been usin' me to build yourself up.

And you've done it.

You won't be taking me along.

I am taking you!

I've shown you the tickets

I promise you, you're coming along.

You're a liar.

Chuck, please.

[cars honking]

Better start taking these bags down.

Taxi will be here soon.

We're really goin', huh?

[laughs] Yes. Yes, we're really going.

Come on.

- What is it? - My father's here.

The general, here?

I told you we wouldn't make it.

Wait a minute, wait, wait, wait.

Maybe you just imagined you saw him.

Imagine? I just saw the staff car pull up.

I'd know it anywhere.

[dramatic music]

Chuck, it's just the cab.

You idiot, you don't have a clue.

I'm warning you, don't let him get me.

I won't, I won't. Listen, go hide in the bedroom.

When' it's clear for us to leave, I'll let you know.

[knocking on door]

We'll be down in a minute.

[knock continues]

Alright.

You are here. I-I..

Where's my son?

You leave him alone, you've done him enough harm already.

Oh, is that so? Where is the kid?

You can't have him!

And who's going to stop me? You?

Now you tell me where he is before I get angry!

He's in the bedroom.

Uh, you coward!

Look who's talking.

No.

Believe me, you're better off dead.

No-o!

Chuck?

Little Chuck. You lousy coward!

Stop your whining.

The least you can do is die like a man.

Don't listen to him, Chuck.

[groaning]

Oh, we almost made it.

Switzerland would've-would've been nice.

[dramatic music]

What's happening?

I-I must be going mad.

Chuck, stop this gibberish.

Stand up and face your father!

'Professor Charles Windom.'

'The great literary mind.'

My, my.

They may be impressed with you at the university

but you're still just my son Chuck to me.

'Nothing but a coward.'

'And a deserter.'

But, dad..

that was so long ago.

Can't you forgive me now?

When you deserted..

it killed me.

That's not true.

My desertion had nothing to do with your death.

Are you sure?

[dramatic music]

Are you sure?

[siren wailing]

[instrumental music]

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

[knocking continues]

[music continues]

[clearing throat]

What are you two doing here?

Uh..

The-the office told us that if you're, uh..

If the-they were closed we could come to your apartment.

Yes, but what do you want?

Uh, Jeanie wanted to know if you'll tutor her.

And who are you? Her interpreter?

I just came by because she's a little nervous.

Oh, a little nervous, huh?

Professor, I could use your help.

My help?

[laughs] I doubt it, Jeanie.

I can barely help myself.

[laughing] I'm... sorry.

[instrumental music]

[crying]

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

Professor Windom, it's me, Chuck.

Chuck.

Chuck? Chuck!

I didn't recognize you.

Come in.

Professor, I need your help.

What is it? Are you in trouble?

Professor, yo-you gotta hide me.

Tell me..

what's going on?

Here, I'm the head of class.

And the professor is a dunce.

His punishment?

He has to relive that 10,000 times.

Or until he dies.

Whichever comes first.

[laughing]

(computer) This is the city of Springwood.

It was 9:01 a.m., I was working security beat

at Computer Credit headquarters.

I carry a 30 meg hard drive and a full complement of RAM.

I know, I'm a computer.

I was interfacing with a cute little Mac

next doorwhen I got the call.

It was a hot tip from one F.Krueger.

Always a reliable source.

The case involved one Millie Hanson

and her supervisor Barbara Parton.

One of them wasdirty, one was clean.

My job, to find out which was which.

[dramatic music]

Millie, I'll take care of the customers.

I want you to keep working on the new programs

for the computer.

Alright, but you should learn them too, Barbara.

There are lot of new things going on.

I don't have to learn them I have you.

[sighs]

- May I help you? - Yes, please.

I was late with one mortgage payment

now I'm being turned down for credit cards.

I'm sorry. Computer credit is a credit rating service

We rate them as we see them.

Your best bet is simply

not to apply for credit cards.

There's nothing I can do. There's nothing I can do.

There's nothing I can do.

- Nothing? - Nothing.

But your computer lost my payment record

and because it did I'm going to lose my car.

I recommend you make the payments again

and when the computer discovers that you've

paid twice, you'll be credited.

I can't afford six more payments.

That's not my problem.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

No.

Listen, I'm not promising anything, but if you write down

your loan number, I'll see what I can do.

You are very nice. Thank you.

Give me the number. I'll look into it.

- But I-I... - But nothing, Millie.

I run the department.

[humming]

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

You say you got credit problems, huh? Need some help?

Just call me. I can kill the bill collectors.

I can kill the lawyers.

And if that doesn't work

I'll put you out of your misery.

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

Oh, hi, mom.

[indistinct chattering]

Fine. What's up?

[indistinct muttering]

Mother.

I can't change your credit file

every time you over extend yourself.

[indistinct chatter on phone]

Hat? What hat?

Mother, just because you want a hat doesn't mean that I can...

[indistinct chatter on phone]

[sighs] Alright.

Alright. I'll take care of it.

[indistinct chatter on phone]

Yes.

[indistinct chatter on phone]

Love you too. Bye.

It didn't take long to find out who was dirty.

The question now, clean her up or run her in?

- What is it, Millie? - It's not fair, Barbara.

What's not fair?

You won't help people with real problems, but your mother...

My mother is not your concern.

Changing someone's files is wrong.

Millie, you better decide if you work for the customers

or if you work for me.

Otherwise, you're gonna be an assistant forever.

'You understand?'

Millie. I don't dislike your ethics.

I find them refreshing.

But you shouldn't apply them to the work place.

She knew I was the only one who could catch her

so Iplayed on those fears.

[computer beeps]

Barbara Parton you are under arrest for computer tampering.

What?

You have the right to remain silent.

You have the right to an attorney.

I'll get off with two hours of community service, you'll see.

This is crazy.

How can I get 25 years

in a maximum security prison?

When are you gonna catch on

that computer tampering is a serious offence?

Oh, give me a break. I was just doing it for my mom.

Yeah, well, it's little late for that kind of talk.

Now! Sit down!

If I were you, I'd be thinking about survival.

Especially, with the roommate you got.

(computer) So, you're the new fish, huh?

Quite a morsel, ain't ya?

If you wanna live, you better be nice to me.

No, no.

[laughing]

Get me out of here, please. Please.

Barbara, what are you saying, Barbara? Get you out of what?

[telephone ringing]

Uh, nothing, Millie.

Nothing.

[dramatic music]

[computer beeping]

In my line of work, you expect the unexpected.

Enter one Joe Boyett, love interest.

(Joe) 'I'm about to apply for a small business loan.'

A few months ago a plumber did some unacceptable work for me.

I refuse to pay him, the bill wasn't much

but I wound up losing my AAA credit rating.

You should have paid him.

I know.

Is there anything I can do now to set it straight?

Nothing.

The computer won't even consider

changing it for another three months.

I knew you're gonna say that.

'That's Romeo and Juliet.'

Yes. How did you know?

Are you familiar with these medallions?

Yes.

I have a secret obsession for Shakespeare.

Me too. I adore him.

I just adore him.

His plays are my only respite from

the harsh realities of a too cruel world.

He'll never buy that line.

It's so rare to find someone who shares my passion.

He bought it.

Could we have dinner tonight?

What time do you get off?

Oh, please. We've just met.

Some people have all the fun. Me? I work.

[moaning]

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

[keyboard clacking]

[chuckles]

I take it you agreed to dinner.

- Yes. - And was it?

Was it ever.

And did he..

Like a God.

Wow.

So, when are you going out again?

I don't know. I'm sure he'll call.

Oh, I wouldn't wait for that. I'd call him.

I know you would, Millie.

Well, at least call and let him know you had a good time.

'Maybe give him something to let him know'

'you appreciated last night.'

I could buy him something.

No, it would be better to do something special

like-like cooking dinner. Men love that.

No, it'll have to be something else.

I can't cook.

Like I always say "Learn how to cook, stay out of jail."

No, I couldn't take it out of your files

so I put all kinds of good things in

so the computer will kick it back up to AAA rating again.

Oh, things like paid up

department store accounts, bank credit lines.

Oh, no. Of course no one will find out.

After all I run the department.

What? Lunch?

At our restaurant. Sure.

One o'clock. Fine.

Bye.

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

I'll bet he went out with me

just so that I would change his file.

[grunts]

[telephone ringing]

Millie, would you do me a favor?

Could you go to accounting and get the quarterly reports?

Sure, Barbara.

Well, lover boy

you're about to have the worst credit ratings

since Germany lost World War II.

[keyboard clacking]

[computer beeps]

Joe.

[sighs] I-I thought..

(Joe) 'Barbara, I've come to apologize about lunch.'

Oh, that's not necessary.

Yes, it is. And I'm sorry.

My mother suddenly got very sick

and I had to take her to the hospital.

Is she alright?

She's fine now, uh, turned out to be nothing.

But I should have called.

I understand. I'm just glad that your mother is alright.

You know, you're really a very special person.

Most women wouldn't have been so forgiving.

That's my nature. I'm just not the vindictive type.

Oh, no.

What is it?

When I thought you stood me up

I sort of did things to your credit file.

Things? Like what?

Like totally wrecked it.

Joe, I was angry. I'm so sorry.

Well, change it back.

That's the problem. I can't. It's locked in.

But we could have dinner tonight.

And I'd cook you something really special

and then we could talk about it.

Dinner tonight? You gotta be out of your mind.

I don't wanna see you again!

[dramatic music]

[telephone ringing]

[sighs]

Barbara, help. Get me out of here.

Who are you?

Joe? Is that you?

- Yes. - Joe.

How can I help?

- Come get me. - Come get you?

How?

[Barbara screaming]

[alarm blaring]

Kids, don't try this at home.

[screaming]

[grunting]

[alarm blaring]

[electricity crackling]

[panting]

Barbara.

[static]

[groans] What is that?

Credit updates going to files and if you think that's painful

you should see what it's like when it's your file.

You've got to help me. My boyfriend's in danger.

He's trapped in here.

I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do.

Didn't you hear me? He's in danger.

We've gotta get him out of here.

What kind of people are you?

We aren't people.

We're numbers in a computer.

[grunting] Please, make her stop. She's killing me.

I would like to, but she's programed that way.

However, if you can wait three months..

[grunts]

(Joe) 'Barbara, over here, just a little further.'

Joe!

Barbara, help. Get me out of here.

Maybe I can delete the glass casing.

Somehow erase it from the memory.

[beeping]

There. That should do it. It will disappear now.

'Joe!'

No. What went wrong?

You'd know if you kept up with the latest advances.

Oh, shut up!

Joe!

No!

She was definitely losing her grip.

All I could do was wait for her next move

and hope it would be the wrong one.

[indistinct chatter]

Thanks for meeting me.

You were so upset, it was hard to refuse.

But nothing's changed. You destroyed my credit rating.

I still don't get it.

Why can't you just take the entries out?

I can't.

Taking things out, deletin bad credit can't be done

without using a personal code.

So, use your personal code.

There's a chance I'd get caught and then I'd go to jail.

Is there someone else's code you can use?

The only other code I know is... Millie's.

[plates clanking]

Barbara... I don't wanna bring any harm to Millie..

but you've gotta do it.

For my business.

And for us.

Barbara, I have strong feelings for you.

If you can just take this roadblock out of our lives.

[telephone ringing]

[sighs]

[telephone ringing]

Hello, Joe. It's me Barbara.

Yes, I did it. I changed it back.

Uh-huh, I used Millie's code.

But's it's 9:20 and she's not in yet.

What if she doesn't come in today?

I'm the only other person that knows her code and

they'll know it's me.

No, I can't just put the information back.

It's too late for that. What do I do?

[sighs]

You're right. You're right.

She's probably just late, otherwise she would've called.

Thank you, Joe.

Uh-huh. Bye.

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

Millie, where the hell are you?

What? Why are you in the emergency room?

Wh.. How do you know your leg is broken?

Alright, alright.

Uh, when are you coming in?

Why not?

Millie, people come to work all the time with broken legs.

Are you coming in or aren't you?

Damn it!

As a computer, I can only do so much.

It was time to call in the troops.

[dramatic music]

Company security. Are you Millie Hanson?

No, I'm Barbara Parton, her supervisor.

Is anything wrong?

Yes, the computer picked u

file tampering and traced it to her.

Oh, Millie wouldn't do anything like that.

I'd like to ask her. Where is she?

She, uh, left few minutes ago.

She had a dental appointment.

She should be back in a few hours.

Okay.

When she comes back..

don't tell her I've bee here. Just call me.

I will.

He left her alone. Dumb move.

I had to stall her.

[sighs] I've got to get the hell out of here.

[computer beeping]

Better solution available.

Oh, really? Going to jail isn't enough for you?

Maybe you'd like to see me go to the gas chamber.

Running away, unproductive.

Best solution, come inside and delete

incriminating evidence.

[scoffs] You just won't quit?

I wouldn't come in there if it were

the last place on Earth that had air.

I give up. Do it and do it quick.

Ouch!

[alarm blaring]

Keep looking.

Alright, I'm here. How do I delete the evidence?

Deleting the evidence is easy enough.

All you have to do is get into Millie's file

and insert this board.

It'll eliminate everything.

And there's no problem getting into her file, right?

Except for the possibility of death..

it's a piece of cake.

[blaring continues]

[dramatic music]

I was waiting for the other shoe to fall.

[grunts]

Barbara didn't realize it, but she was already a prisoner

of her own warped mind.

[screaming]

[alarm blaring continues]

[music continues]

[grunts]

At this point, Barbara didn't have a clue.

To be honest with you, neither did I.

No one really knows what goes on inside a computer.

Try getting one repaired.

All I knew was, by the time the smoke cleared

it was all academic.

We had her red handed.

[computer beeping]

[grunting]

[beeping intensifies]

I'll kill it. I'll kill it.

I'll kill it! I'll kill it!

I'll kill it, I'll kill it, I'll kill it.

I'll kill it! I'll kill it!

I'll kill it! I'll kill it!

I'll kill it! I'll kill it!

I agree, five years in a federal prison

is a stiff sentence.

[indistinct chatter on phone]

I don't think the judge liked her.

[indistinct chatter on phone]

Well, it's time for me to go now, Mrs. Parton.

[indistinct chatter on phone]

What?

[indistinct chatter on phone]

No! I will not change your file.

You'll have to budget yourself.

I'm sorry. Goodbye.

[indistinct chatter on phone]

[bells jingling]

[dramatic music]

- These are for you. - How sweet.

But what are they for?

For your promotion as supervisor.

- Congratulations, sis. - Thank you.

You know, you should do well.

Your plan to get rid of Barbara

shows you haveexcellent organizational skills.

[computer beeping]

What's that?

Oh, I programmed the computer

to turn itself on.

By the end..

Barbara actually though it hated her.

Come on. I'll drive you home.

[computer beeps]

Goodnight, Millie. I love you.

You're not so bad yourself

[music continues]

It was 10:22 PM. The city was quiet.

I still had time to find that cute little Mac

and show her my hard drive.

There is a lesson here, kiddies.

When you hire somebody

make sure they're at least as dumb as you are.

[chuckles]

In your case, punks, that probably meansbraindead!

[laughing] I crack myself up.

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[theme music]

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