Friday the 13th, Part 6: Jason Lives

Megan, attracted to the good-looking prisoner, walks toward

his cell.

MEGAN

Jason who?

SHERIFF

(ordering her)

Megan, get away from him. He's

dangerous.

ANGLE ON MEGAN AND TOMMY

She stops a few feet from the cell.

TOMMY

(sincerely)

I'm not dangerous, believe me.

Jason is out there. He's looking

for me. But there's every

possibility he'll return to the

camp where it all started.

WIDER ON SCENE

The sheriff stomps over toward Tommy.

SHERIFF

(clenching his teeth)

I told you to shut...

SISSY

(nervously)

You mean the Jason of Camp Blood?

TOMMY

Yes!

SHERIFF

No!...

(to kids)

... You kids better leave. This

boy here is not well and I need to

talk to him in private.

MEGAN

But, Dad, we...

SHERIFF

(very firmly)

Megan, take your friends back to

the camp. I'll let you know if I

hear anything about your

counselors.

ANGLE ON MEGAN

She wants to argue, but the look in her father's eye tells

her she'd better cool it. She takes one more look at Tommy

as she approaches her father.

MEGAN

(wisecracking)

Don't beat him up too bad, he's

kinda cute.

This really steams the sheriff.

SHERIFF

Megan, leave!

BACK TO KIDS

They stumble out awkwardly as Megan struts away with a cool

Lauren Bacall swagger.

ANGLE ON TOMMY AND THE SHERIFF

On the door is closed, the steely-eyed sheriff leans in close

to Tommy's face.

SHERIFF

I was going to call the clinic and

have them collect your ass. But

I don't want you around here any

longer poisoning my daughter, or

anyone else, with your warped mind.

TOMMY

(extremely concerned)

But they have to be warned,

Sheriff. Jason will return to the

area that's familiar. No matter

what you call it, it's still Camp

Crystal Lake to him.

SHERIFF GARRIS

walks away, not listening to Tommy. He straps on his holster

and puts on his coat.

SHERIFF

(deadly serious)

We're gonna escort you and that

shit-pile pickup of yours to the

edge of my jurisdiction....

(he picks up his rifle)

....Then we'll say goodbye and

we'll never see your deranged butt

around here again...

(he cocks rifle)

...Right?

TOMMY

pushes off the bars in frustration and paces the cell like a

caged animal.

CUT TO:

EXT. FOREST - DAY

A large clump of thick bushes. Someone's moving behind them.

We TRACK along, following the rustles. It stops. We HOLD and

WAIT. SUDDENLY THE BUSHES PART ABRUPTLY. A bespectacled

little man in Army fatigues and camouflage makeup pokes his

head out at us. ROY, wearing protective goggles, looks right-

left, then hides back in the brush.

ANOTHER AREA OF THE FOREST

We follow TWO OTHER BUSINESSMEN decked out in green jungle

fatigues, looking like out-of-shape Rambos. STAN and LARRY

are both carrying handguns, watching for any movement around

them. They, too, wear goggles.

STAN

(quietly)

Once we nail Roy, that's it.

Victory is ours.

LARRY

This is taking forever. I'm

starving.

STAN

That's your problem, Larry.

That's why your sales are always

below quota. Your instinct to eat

is stronger than your instinct to

win.

LARRY

(insulted)

My ass.

STAN

Yeah, that's fat too.

ANGLE OVER JASON'S SHOULDER

He watches motionlessly as the two arguing men pass. They,

of course, don't see him.

BACK TO GUYS

LARRY

(outraged)

You become a whole other person

when you're out here, Stan. And

I don't like it.

STAN

(arrogant)

This is a man's game. Requiring

a man's cunning and intelligence...

SUDDENLY, A FIGURE EXPLODES OUT OF THE BRUSH.

ANGLE ON STAN AND LARRY

They react in terror.

LOW ANGLE

A goggle-wearing woman, also in Army fatigues, has her

revolver pointed at them. KATIE fires at them.

BOTH GUYS

are splattered by red-paint pellets. Boy, are they pissed.

KATIE

grins triumphantly.

KATIE

....with a woman's touch.

WIDE ON GROUP

STAN

Now wait a second! I thought Burt

shot you.

KATIE

(turns all around)

See any paint?...

(cocky)

...Sorry, guys, I did in Mr.

Commando. Survival is the name of

the game, and that flag is mine.

As they walk away, Larry looks at his paint-smeared chest.

LARRY

(to Stan)

Never should've let her play.

STAN

It's a damn company executive

game, and she's a damn company

exec.

KATIE

(motherly)

Now, now, boys. Don't be

spoilsports.

JASON

silently watches. He then heads for them!

CUT TO:

EXT. CAMP FOREST GREEN - DAY

The freshly painted and beautifully renovated cabin retreat

gleams in the bright sunlight. Even the lake itself shimmers

tranquilly, free of any memories of its horrid past.

Megan, Cort, Paula, and Sissy carry food supplies from their

car to the cabin.

PAULA

I'm getting worried.

CORT

About Jason.

PAULA

No...about Darren and Lizbeth.

They should have at least called.

Don't you think, Megan?...Megan.

Megan's mind is definitely on something--or someone--else.

MEGAN

(breaking out of it)

Huh? Yeah, what?

SISSY

(giggles)

This girl's back in the cell with

her prisoner of love.

Megan hits her playfully.

MEGAN

What's it to ya?

SISSY

Don't be playin' with no crazy

jailbird. Those dudes are bad

news.

MEGAN

Yeah? How would you know?

SISSY

I've been around long enough...to

see plenty on TV.

Everyone laughs or groans at Sissy.

PAULA

I don't know, Megan. He seemed

pretty weird with all that Jason

stuff.

CORT

Yeah, he was really into it.

MEGAN

(playing with them)

Maybe he was telling the truth.

Everyone stops and stares at her in disbelief.

MEGAN

(keeping the ruse going)

Just because our parents keep

telling us that Jason was only a

legend, doesn't mean it wasn't

true. What if Jason did come back

here...

(dramatically)

...And you know what today's date

is, don't you?

ANGLE ON HER THREE FRIENDS

Each of their faces registers a different expression,

wondering if Megan is serious or not.

MEGAN

looks past them at something, then smiles.

MEGAN

(slyly)

I can think of only one thing even

more terrifying.

CORT

(nervously)

What?

She points behind them. They turn to look.

A BIG YELLOW BUS

pulls up into the camp. The doors fly open. A group of

screaming youngsters pile out.

THE COUNSELOR

stare in dread. How are they gonna handle this?

SISSY

I think I'd rather deal with ol'

Jason.

CUT TO:

EXT. FOREST - DAY

A MACHETE IS SEEN. We follow the deadly weapon as it's

carried through the woods. Reaching some heavy brush, it

hacks away at it.

WIDER ANGLE REVEALS

BURT, a real Rambo/Commando clone in paint-splattered

fatigues, whacks angrily at the brushes. Of all the would-be

hunters, he looks like he takes the game almost too

seriously. He wears a commando belt loaded with a survival

knife, devil darts and his machete sheath. Like his

partners, he too is a sore loser. As he hacks away, he

mumbles curses about this "stupid game."

He raises the machete higher as he attacks the defenseless

bushes. SUDDENLY, A HORRIBLY DISFIGURED HAND GRABS HIS HAND,

STOPPING THE MACHETE IN MID-SWING.

Shocked, Burt whips around, and gasps at the masked Jason.

ANGLE ON MACHETE