Friday the 13th, Part 6: Jason Lives

A lone RV bounces and pumps to the beat of LOUD ROCK MUSIC

within. Surrounded by a heavy fog, bright light beams from

the windows of the mobile home. A cord extends from the

vehicle and is plugged into the power outlet of this isolated

trailer campground.

INT. MOBILE-HOME - NIGHT

HEAVY-METAL MUSIC BLASTS as Cort and a savagely sexy girl,

JILL, make love to the beat. With her on top, Cort is really

getting his "bump in the night." He just lies back and

enjoys he skilled technique.

ANGLE UP - ON JILL

She moans and bites her lip with erotic pleasure, never

missing a beat with the music. Jill even bumps and grinds

perfectly to the song's drum breaks.

JILL

(very hot)

They're the best. The best...

(panting)

...You gotta keep it up till the

end of the song.

CORT

nearing his climactic moment, strains to avoid it.

CORT

(breathing heavy)

I'm tryin'...how much longer?

Jill bends forward, laying her soft breasts on his chest.

She whispers seductively in his ear:

JILL

Only ten more minutes.

Poor Cort's eyes widen. He'll never make it to the final

chord.

EXT. MOBILE-HOME CAMPGROUND

From a short distance back, we watch the rockin', rollin' RV.

SUDDENLY, JASON STEPS SHOCKINGLY INTO FRAME.

ANGLE ON JASON

He stands in the foggy woods and watches too. He doesn't

like it. And he moves to do something about it.

INT. MOBILE-HOME

CLOSE ON THE CASSETTE PLAYER

The rock tune now BLARES out a WILD GUITAR SOLO.

CLOSE ON JILL

She gyrates wildly along with every screeching note.

CLOSE ON CORT

His face contorts wildly as he tries to control his near-

exploding passion. He's just about to...

EXT. POWER OUTLET

Jason's hand grabs the cord and tears it out, leaving the

plug SPARKING in the outlet.

EXT. MOBILE-HOME

The RV's bright lights, music and bouncing instantly retard

and CEASE.

JILL'S VOICE

Oh, fuck.

CORT'S VOICE

(passion relieved)

Oh ye-aaah.

INT. MOBILE-HOME

Dim moonlight spills in through the windows. Jill jumps off

Cort and starts to investigate the problem.

JILL

Wait a second, I'll...

(realizing, angrily)

...Cort, you didn't already...

CORT

sits quickly.

CORT

(defensively)

I thought that was the end of the

song.

ANGLE ON JILL

JILL

(frustrated)

Great. Just great.

She stumbles through the RV. Shivering, she puts on her coat

and heads to the AC power switch.

JILL

If this thing is burned out,

friggin' Horace will ground my

butt.

CORT

Who's Horace?

JILL

(disgusted)

My friggin' stepfather and asshole-

in-residence.

Jill flips the switch a couple times. Nothing. She presses

her face against the window and looks out.

JILL'S P.O.V.

The power cord is seen laying on the ground below.

JILL

How did that happen?

CORT

has pulled the blankets around himself to fight the cold.

CORT

What?

JILL

(almost demanding)

Go out and plug the cord back in.

CORT

What? Who pulled it out?!

Jill stomps toward him.

JILL

(sarcastically)

Smokey the friggin' bear. I don't

know, just do it.

ANGLE ON CORT

Nervously, he starts to get dressed.

EXT. MOBILE-HOME

The door opens tentatively. Cort sticks his head out and

slowly looks around.

JILL (O.S.)

Will you hurry up! I gotta get

this fuckmobile back before Horace

finds out I took it.

CORT

(jumping out)

Alright, alright.

We TRACK with Cort as he walks around the RV, watching

everything around him. It's getting tense.

ANOTHER ANGLE

Apprehensively, Cort approaches the cord and picks it up. He

keeps staring out at the surrounding drifting fog.

PRESSING IN ON CORT

Without looking at it, the jittery boy starts to plug in the

cord. He then notices the torn-out plug and frayed cord.

Cort gasps. He turns to call to Jill. HE BANGS INTO SOMEONE

RIGHT BEHIND HIM...it's Jill.

JILL

(irritated)

What are you doing?...

(seeing the cord)

...What happened to it?

ANGLE ON BOTH

Cort hands her the damaged cord.

CORT

(very scared)

I don't know...

(he heads for the door)

...But unless you wanna look

exactly like it, I say we make

this place a memory.

Jill looks down at it.

INSERT - CORD

Close up, the horribly ripped and torn cord end does look

quite grotesque.

BACK TO JILL

She cans the foggy night and a deadly fear now grips her.

Slowly, then picking up speed, she follows after Cort.

CORT

has stopped in the RV's doorway. Jill rushes up, and turns

to look at what he's staring at.

CORT

(straining to see)

I think someone's out there.

CORT'S P.O.V.

The woods are still, with the exception of the drifting fog.

Is that a tree in the shadows, or...?

JILL

pushes him into the mobile home.

JILL

(scared)

I don't wanna know.

She climbs in, slams the door, and LOCKS it.

INT. MOBILE-HOME

Cort jumps into the driver's seat. He tries to start the

car. IT'S DEAD. He looks at Jill in terror.

CORT

This can't be.

Jill shakes her head at him.

JILL

It isn't.

She calmly turns the power switch over to "BATTERY".

CORT

tries the ignition again. It starts up. He grins at her.

JILL

(impatiently)

Are you gonna drive or not?

Quickly he shifts and ROARS backward. Jill is thrown to the

floor. Items fall off the counters.

EXT. MOBILE-HOME CAMPGROUND

In a cloud of dust, the huge RV races backwards.

MOVING SHOT - FROM BEHIND THE TREES

We FOLLOW AFTER the vehicle as it peels out of the

campgrounds.

INT. MOBILE-HOME

Jill is now sent flying back toward the camper. She lands on

the bed. She sends a burning stars at the back of Cort's

head.

HER P.O.V.

Cort LAUGHS LOUDLY as he races down the bumpy dirt road.

JILL

tries to control her temper. Enough things have gone wrong

tonight without having this idiot destroy her old man's RV.

JILL

(standing up)

That's it. Pull over. I'm

drivin'.

CORT

(cocky)

No way...

(turns on radio)

...I wanna rock!

DOLLY BACK - ON JILL

as she heads toward him. WITHOUT WARNING, JASON EXPLODES OUT

OF THE BATHROOM. He yanks her to him. The door slams shut

on them.

ANGLE ON CORT DRIVING

His head bobs enthusiastically to the LOUD ROCK MUSIC. He

whoops, then looks up at the rear-view mirror. Not seeing

Jill, he turns around and looks.

CORT'S P.O.V.

Jill is not there. But a RUCKUS can be HEARD coming from the

tiny bathroom.

ANOTHER ANGLE ON CORT

CORT

(feeling his oats)

Sounds like you're havin' fun in

there! Need any company?!

INT. MOBILE-HOME - BATHROOM

CLOSE UP - ON JILL

Jason's viselike grip squeezes her throat. She gasps and

gags as his fingers begin to meet. Her nose bleeds.

CLOSE ANGLE UP - ON JASON

His soulless eyes stare down at her from behind the mask.

PROFILE CLOSE UP - ON JILL

Jason's fingers connect. Her throat collapses. BLOOD BURST

OUT OF HER MOUTH!

INT. MOBILE-HOME

Cort is still rockin' out behind the wheel. He checks his

rear-view mirror again.

CORT

Hey, what are you doing? Taking

a dump?... How about if I come

back and snatch a peek. Or vice

versa.

As he cackles with amusement, JASON THROWS OPEN THE DOOR.

Cort doesn't hear it. Menacingly, JASON STALKS HIM.

CLOSE ON JASON'S COMMANDO BELT

His hand pulls out the long, jagged survival knife. He holds

it poised and ready.

MOVING SHOT - OVER JASON'S SHOULDER

Slowly, the infamous slasher closes in on Cort.

REVERSE - THROUGH WINDSHIELD

Cort drives, oblivious to the grim reaper standing right

behind him.

ANGLE ON CORT

A new SONG plays on the radio. Cort beams, recognizing it as

a favorite of his. He turns it UP.

CORT

Alright! Yo, Jill! Listen to

this!

He looks up into the rear-view mirror.

TIGHT ON MIRROR

JASON'S HOCKEY-MASKED FACE GLARES AT HIM.

CORT RECOILS IN HORROR.

JASON'S HAND GRABS HIM BY THE HAIR.

THE GLEAMING BLADE RAISES UP.

CLOSE ON BACK OF CORT'S HEAD AS THE JAGGED KNIFE PLUNGES INTO

HIS EAR. Suddenly, all SOUND CUTS OUT.

THROUGH WINDSHIELD

We watch in EERIE SILENCE as Jason lets go of Cort's knifed

head. The lifeless body flops over the wheel. Immediately,

the RV veers off to the left.

EXT. FOREST ROAD

SOUND RESUMES as the runaway mobile home drives off the road

with a horrible CRASH, it falls over on its left side.

ANOTHER ANGLE ON FALLEN R.V.

Slowly the fog swirls around the motionless vehicle. We

wait, SUDDENLY, THE DOOR BURSTS UP AND OUT. Jason climbs out

of the wreckage.

WIDER ON SCENE

Surrounded by an evil fog, Jason stands atop the fallen metal

beast like a conquering warrior.

CUT TO:

INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE - NIGHT

ANGLE ON SHERIFF

SHERIFF

(very perturbed)

What makes you so high and

mighty?... You keep forgetting,

little Megan, I'm the parent...

WIDEN ON SCENE

Megan is slouched in a chair and pouting.

MEGAN

(interrupting mockingly)

...And you're the child...

She sits up in hot-blooded frustration.