Friday the 13th, Part 6: Jason Lives

Jason's iron grip turns the hunter's hand with the machete

toward his bug-eyed face. Jason forces the helpless man to

stare at the weapon in his own hand that's about to take his

life. He then PLUNGES the razor-sharp blade through his neck!

GROUND LEVEL

Burt's corpse drops before us. The gaping wound through his

throat bubbles out bloody air bubbles. His eyes stare

lifelessly at us.

CUT TO:

EXT. CEMETERY - DAY

LOW ANGLE - UP ON MARTIN

The crusty old CARETAKER stares down in utter horror. His

bloodshot, alcoholic eyes widen at what they see.

MARTIN

Oh, shit. Shit-SHIT!

WIDER

He stands over Jason's dug-up grave, cursing at what has

happened.

ANGLE ON MARTIN

Taking out a pint of Whiskey from his coat, he takes a strong

slug and winces. With hangover equilibrium, he paces,

nervous and afraid.

MARTIN

Oh-hh. Why me?...I know he's

gonna blame me for this.

Martin looks around quickly. He decides to cover up the open

grave. He starts throwing all the evidence into the hole,

then, grabbing the shovel, begins filling it in.

MARTIN

(become more frightened)

Damn. Why Jason? Mothers could

have their pick...

(he gestures)

...of any of these other graves.

ANGLE DOWN ON OPEN GRAVE

Shovel-loads of dirt and mud slam down on the coffin. Hawes'

foot is seen sticking out of the casket.

MARTIN (O.S.)

Shitheads couldn't even stick him

back in right. Well, I ain't

gonna touch the slimy sucker.

CLOSE ON MARTIN

He's beginning to sweat as he works faster.

MARTIN

He can't find out. He'll think I

ain't doin' my job. I need that

money...He won't find out...

(looking around fearfully)

...No one's gonna know...I need my

money.

CUT TO:

INT. PICKUP - DAY

Tommy drives with incredible anxiety down the forest road.

He glances up into the rear-view mirror.

REAR-VIEW MIRROR

Sheriff Garris and his deputy, Rick, are following close

behind in their police car.

INT. SHERIFF'S CAR

Keeping a stern eye on Tommy, the sheriff shakes his head.

SHERIFF

(to deputy)

It's kinda frightening to think

that a kid like that can go so far

over the edge. Jason really

screwed up the poor sonofabitch's

mind.

DEPUTY

(amazed)

He really believes Jason's still

alive, doesn't he?

SHERIFF

(nods and sighs)

But that's no what worries me the

most...It's how far he'll go to

try and prove it.

EXT. FOREST ROAD - DAY

Tommy's pickup, with the sheriff's car right on his tail,

roars down the road.

CUT TO:

EXT. FOREST - DAY

Roy has still not been found. Hiding behind a tree, the

little man with funny-shaped glasses watches for any unseen

assassins.

WIDE ON SCENE

In his ill-fighting fatigues, he dashes comically from behind

one tree to another. His foot catches in some vines and he

takes a terrific pratfall. The paint-pellet gun flies from

his hand and vanishes into the fallen leaves.

ANGLE ON ROY

He scrambles on his hands and knees to find his weapon.

Panicking he'll be seen and shot, Roy starts to whimper as he

searches.

WIDER

Slowly we MOVE toward the vulnerable little man with his back

to us.

CUT TO:

BURNED-OUT AREA OF THE FOREST

A fire some time ago has blackened the trees and ground in

this area. Katie, Stan and Larry walk along, looking for

their missing players. Holding up the other team's flag

victoriously, Katie hollers out:

KATIE

Come on, you guys! The game's

over!!

STAN

(disgruntled)

You don't know for sure. What

about Roy? Nobody's seen him.

KATIE

(cocky)

Of course not. If he hasn't

already accidentally pelleted

himself, I'm sure he's lost.

STAN

Yeah, but the game's not over

until it's over.

LARRY

(going along)

That's right.

Katie starts to counter, when she thinks she hears something.

She stops them abruptly.

KATIE

Shh-hh. Wait a second. What was

that?

Everyone freezes, listening very intently. A LONG WAIT.

HIGH ANGLE - LOOKING DOWN ON THEM

All three stand stock-still, looking around and listening.

TIGHT THREE SHOT

Not hearing a thing, Stan relaxes.

STAN

Ahh, nothing.

KATIE

(loud whisper)

I could swear I heard...

JASON SLAMS DOWN BEFORE THEM.

REVERSE OVER THEIR SHOULDER

Jason wants to play army, too. He quickly withdraws the

machete from his newly acquired commando belt. With one

violent slice, the blade slashes their throats.

CLOSE ON ALL THREE FACES AND NECKS

The razor-sharp machete opens up all three throats almost

simultaneously. It happens so fast, they barely have time to

even gasp.

REVERSE ANGLE

THREE HANDS DROP OFF, FOLLOWED BY COLLAPSING BODIES. Jason

watches them fall, then looks up at something.

JASON P.O.V.

Terrified beyond belief is Roy! He stands a few yards away

in a small clearing.

MOVING SHOT - ON JASON

He wastes no time as he stalks the final hunter.

PRESSING IN ON ROY

So incredibly frightened, he doesn't think as he raises his

gun at Jason and fires.

ANGLE ON JASON

The blood/red-paint pellet makes a direct hit on Jason's

chest. He stops and glances down at this annoying mess.

CLOSE ON HIS MASKED FACE

As he looks up at Roy, he is even more pissed off. He LUNGES

for him.

ROY

screams, drops the gun, and runs for his life.

TRACKING SHOT - ON JASON

He is hell-bent on catching this nerd.

DOLLYING BACK - ON ROY

Tears of terror are welling up as the poor guy races. Jason

is seen a short distance behind, machete poised and ready.

Roy glances back quickly, then screams as he heads through

the ugly charred forest.

ROY

Oh, God, help me! Somebody,

help!! He's trying to kill me!!

CUT TO:

SIGN: "ETERNAL REST CEMETERY"

EXT. FOREST ROAD - DAY

We are TRAVELING toward the large sign and arrow pointing

left.

INT. PICKUP

Tommy stares at the sign and the approaching turnoff. He

glances up in his rear-view mirror again. Biting his lip, he

decides to go for it.

EXT. FOREST ROAD

Tommy's pickup makes a sudden left turn and heads up the road

toward the cemetery.

INT. SHERIFF'S CAR

SHERIFF

(exploding)

Fuckin' A, what'd I tell ya!...

(to deputy)

...Hit the noise and cherries.

Rick turns on the siren and the red lights.

EXT. FOREST ROAD

The police car SCREECHES left and roars after Tommy.

INT. PICKUP

Tommy gets nervous hearing the siren BLARING, but instead of

pulling over, he speeds up.

INT. SHERIFF'S CAR

CLOSE ON SHERIFF

SHERIFF

(vengeful)

I'm getting real tired of this

maniac.

DEPUTY

Maybe we better call that

psychiatric clinic.

SHERIFF

(coldly)

Better call an ambulance first.

EXT. FOREST ROAD (TOWARD CEMETERY)

The sheriff's car accelerates and gains on the pickup. The

high-speed chase continues down the narrow dirt road.

EXT. CEMETERY - MAIN GATE

Tommy's old pickup SKIDS to a stop in front of the open

gates. He leaps out of the truck as the sheriff SCREECHES UP

next to him. We CRANE UP past the "Eternal Rest" sign as

Tommy races into the old cemetery. The sheriff and his

deputy are running close behind.

EXT. CEMETERY

TOMMY

sprints across the bone yard in the direction of Jason's

grave. In his eyes there is now the hope that they'll see

he's telling the truth.

HIS P.O.V.

We HEAD toward where Jason's open grave was.

DOLLY BACK - CLOSE ON TOMMY RUNNING

He squints his eyes. Maybe he's in the wrong area. He slows

down to look around. TOMMY IS VIOLENTLY TACKLED BY THE

SHERIFF.

WIDER

Angry and out of breath, the sheriff pins him down to cuff

him. Tommy struggles to get up.

TOMMY

I gotta show you Jason's grave.

SHERIFF

(clenching his teeth)

I've seen it.

TOMMY

(desperate)

Please, Sheriff. You'll see we

dug it up.

ANOTHER ANGLE

Finally handcuffing him, the sheriff yanks him to his feet.

Gripping Tommy's arm with one hand, he points at something.

SHERIFF

(sarcastically)

Well, he must've got chilly in the

night and pulled the dirt back

over.

Tommy looks around to where the sheriff is pointing. The boy

is astounded by what he sees.

TOMMY'S P.O.V.

About twelve yards away are Jason's and his mother's

tombstones. From this distance, it is impossible to tell

that the chunks of lawn over Jason's grave have been replaced.

ANGLE ON TOMMY AND LAWMEN

Tommy shakes his head in utter disbelief.

TOMMY

That's not right. Somebody

covered it up...

(going toward it)

...I gotta see it...

The sheriff yanks him back. The deputy pulls his .357

revolver with a laser scope attached. He aims at Tommy's

head.

SHERIFF

(very icy)

Now see what you've done. You've

made my deputy draw his revolver.

That could be a serious headache

for you. He's been dyin' to try

out his new mail-order laser scope.

The deputy presses his gun's grip. Instantly a tiny, bright

red beam appears on Tommy's temple.

SHERIFF

It's a damn impressive piece of

high-tech weaponry... Wherever the

red dot goes... a bullet is sure

to follow.

CLOSE ON TOMMY AND LASER BEAM

He stares, fearing for his life, at the stolid deputy.

MARTIN

What's the problem, Sheriff?

WIDER ON SCENE

The old caretaker rushes awkwardly toward them. Immediately,

the sheriff whips Tommy around. He drags him back toward the

car as Rick quickly holsters his gun.

SHERIFF

Nothing, Martin. Just a vagrant

kid. We got it under control.

TIGHTER ON GROUP

As they leave, Tommy looks back at the old man.

TOMMY

(demanding)

Who covered up Jason's grave?!

Martin stops abruptly and tries to hide his nervousness.

MARTIN

What!? What are you talking about?

The sheriff pulls Tommy along even faster.

SHERIFF

Don't concern yourself, Martin.

This boy needs treatment. We're

taking care of it. Sorry for the

disturbance.

TOMMY

(screaming)

Jason's not in his coffin! Hawes

is! Dig it up! You gotta dig it

up!!

ANGLE ON MARTIN

He watches with extreme uneasiness as Tommy is thrown into

the back of the squad car. The deputy gets into Tommy's

pickup and follows the sheriff's car.

PRESS IN ON MARTIN

Pulling out his near-empty bottle of Jack Daniel's, he downs

it all. With a noisy exhale, Martin glances back at Jason's

grave.

MARTIN

(mumbles to self)

Dig it up?...

(he snickers)

...Hell, what kinda butt-hole does

he think I am!

PRESS IN ON JASON'S GRAVE

As we TIGHTEN in, the large chunks of rearranged lawn are now

visible. We HOLD on Jason's tombstone.

CUT TO:

EXT. CAMP FOREST GREEN - DAY

A large group of cheering female youngsters.

ANGLE ON MEGAN AND CHILDREN

The little girls sit on two large picnic tables. Megan

stands before them.

MEGAN

...And then after that we'll swim,

hike, and have lots of fun

together. Okay?

The youngsters squeal even louder.

ANGLE ON SISSY AND PAULA SITTING ON CABIN STEPS

Sissy mimes sticking her finger down her throat in disgust.

Paula stifles a laugh and slaps Sissy's knee. She looks

around.

PAULA

So where's Cort gone off to?

SISSY

Are you ready? He's taken our

young men off to teach them my

favorites sport.

PAULA

(smirking)

Which is?

SISSY

(sexily)

Boy scouting.

PAULA

(laughing)

You gotta be kidding!

EXT. FOREST PATH - DAY

CLOSE ON TWELVE-YEAR-OLD BOY, TYEN

TYEN

(sarcastically)

You gotta be kidding!

WIDEN ON SCENE

Cort is kneeling on the path, positioning two rocks. He's

surrounded by a group of bored, arms-folded, pre-teen boys.