Friday the 13th, Part 3

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EXT. LAKESIDE COTTAGE - DAY

An overgrown driveway meanders among oak trees towards a

rustic two-story house. The oak trees have been there long

before the house was built -- their heavy branches hang low,

like tired arms, almost blocking the driveway.

The house has an elevated porch and curtained windows. It is

in relatively decent condition though weatherbeaten and

creates from the start an impression of family history.

There is ample parking space before the house. On the left

side of the driveway as one approaches, some thirty yards

diagonally across from the house, there is a tall red barn

with a hayloft equipped with a block and tackle (to bring up

the bales of hay into the loft's square window).

To the right of the house is an outhouse with a heartshaped

venthole in its wooden door.

To the left of the house is a large lake with a knotty old

dock and a small tree-covered island in the middle. The

whole area is surrounded by a lush landscape.

The SOUND of a VEHICLE approaching...

The CAMERA reveals this serene, idyllic panorama and PICKS UP

Chris' van as it bumps along the dirt road and slows down to

a crawl to pass over a creaky, dilapidated wooden bridge that

runs over a dried-up stream.

INT. HOUSE

The CAMERA peers OVER-THE-SHOULDER of an UNIDENTIFIABLE

FIGURE as he moves from one living room window to the other,

watching the van as it sweeps under the low branches towards

the house.

EXT. HOUSE

The van comes to a stop. Chris jumps out and looks towards

the house. A collection of memories posses her for a moment

before she reaches for the knotted rope and unties the tarp

covering the bulk of the baggage on top.

CHRIS

(loud so the others

can hear)

Let's bring in the luggage first,

then I'll give you a tour of the

house and the barn and then we can

hang out at the lake... All right?

No response. Just the distant SOUND of FEET RUNNING and

LAUGHTER.

Chris walks around to the other side of the van and finds the

doors left wide open and no one about. She turns to see her

friends running towards the lake, unable to resist the

splendor of the shimmering water and sun dappled landscape.

Debbie turns back and gestures for Chris to join them.

DEBBIE

Come on down!

CHRIS

(shaking her head)

You go ahead...

In the background, behind Chris, the Shadowy Figure, OUT OF

FOCUS, appears behind a curtain in the living room.

CHRIS

(to Debbie)

I'm gonna take my bags into the

house first and look around.

Chris turns toward the house. The Figure disappears from

view. Chris grabs a piece of baggage in each hand and

innocently strides up the path and porch steps to the front

door.

It has been a while since she has last visited the family

country home and she is actually pleased to have this moment

to herself.

She rifles through her handbag, comes up with the keys and

reaches for the doorknob to find that the door is already

open, ever so slightly. A look of concern flashes across

Chris' face.

CHRIS

(continuing)

Hello?

Only the distant SOUNDS of her friends by the lake can be

heard.

Cautiously, Chris pushes the door. Creaking, it opens wide.

She hesitates a moment then takes a step inside.

CHRIS

(hearing a noise)

Who's there?

From out of nowhere, a hand grabs Chris by the neck and pulls

her OUT OF FRAME. She SCREAMS!

Then the SOUNDTRACK becomes coldly SILENT...

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INT. LIVING ROOM / COTTAGE - DAY

Pinned up against the wall, Chris is being embraced and

kissed passionately by a MAN whose face is not yet visible.

Resisting, Chris pushes him off.

CHRIS

Derek... stop.

DEREK

Why?

DEREK is 23, tall, dark and virile.

CHRIS

You know what I've been through.

Don't ever scare me like that.

DEREK

I'm sorry. I just wanted to

surprise you. What can I say?

CHRIS

(with a smile)

You can say... "Hello, how are

you?"... for starters.

DEREK

(genuinely)

Hello. How are you?

He pulls her towards him to kiss her again.

CHRIS

(moving away)

You haven't changed a bit. Always

so sure of yourself. Even when we

were kids, when you wanted

something, nothing could stop you.

DEREK

Is that so bad?

CHRIS

I don't know.

DEREK

You're irresistible. I lose

control.

CHRIS

Just slow down. Let me get to

know you again. Let me get to

know this place again.

DEREK

Okay. There's a whole weekend

ahead of us. There's time.

Chris embraces Derek. Behind them, passing the porch

windows, OUT OF FOCUS, is the shadowy figure of JASON.

Neither Chris nor Derek is aware of the presence.

CHRIS

(breaking the embrace)

Come outside and help me with the

bags.

The turn and head for the front door. Jason's figure moves

away from the windows, out of sight.

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EXT. COTTAGE - DAY

Chris and Derek bound down the porch steps to the van.

DEREK

I'll get the bags off the top.

You get the ones inside.

Chris moves around to the opposite side. The sliding door

which was previously wide open is now closed.

CHRIS

(unsure, talking out

loud)

This door was open just a minute

ago, wasn't it?

DEREK (O.S.)

(from the other side

of the van)

What?

CHRIS

Nothing.

The SOUND of the others thrashing about in the lake can be

heard as Chris reaches for the handle and whisks the door

aside. Instinctively, she braces herself, but nothing jumps

out at her. Annoyed with herself for being so suspicious and

jumpy, Chris just leans in and grabs for the first bag she

sees.

A HAND springs INTO FRAME and wraps around Chris' wrist. She

gasps and jumps back.

Shelly sticks his head out the side of the van.

SHELLY

That's my bag. I'll take care of

it.

CHRIS

What're you doing in there? Why

aren't you down at the lake with

the others.

SHELLY

'Cause they're skinny-dipping and

I'm not skinny enough.

Chris looks toward the lake.

CHRIS' POV

Andy, Debbie and Vera frolic about naked in the water. Chili

and Chuck dive off the dock, fully clothed.

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INT. CELLAR - DAY

Pitch black save for a slice of sunlight from an elevated

basement window. The door swings open. Silhouetted in the

doorway are Chili and Chuck just come from the lake, drenched

and dripping in their wet clothing.

CHUCK

(uneasy)

It's dark down there.

CHILI

That's the way it is, man.

Cellars are dark.

CHUCK

And Hell is hot, but I ain't goin'

down there either.

Chili flicks a wall switch next to her. A naked light bulb

springs to life, glowing dimly.

CHILI

There's nothin' to be afraid of.

She takes Chuck by the hand and leads him down the stairs.

Their sneakers, sodden with water, squeak and squish as they

go. Water drips from their hair and clothes, forming little

puddles that follow their every step.

The basement is overrun with cobwebs and spiderwebs. Rusted

gardening tools, broken bicycle parts and boxes of old toys

are strewn helter-skelter. An old washer and dryer sit just

to the left of the electrical fusebox.

CHILI

(continuing)

Gimme your threads, man.

Chuck pulls off his shirt and hands it to Chili. She rings

it out onto the floor creating a pool of water under the

fusebox.

As Chuck zips down his pants, Chili turns on the dryer.

Annoyingly, the dryer RATTLES and SHAKES.

Suddenly the light bulb goes off, plunging the twosome into

near darkness.

FOREBODING MUSIC enters the SOUNDTRACK...

CHUCK

You broke the electricity, man!

But yet, the dryer CLATTERS on.

From over by the stairs, the SOUND of a METAL OBJECT being

kicked against the door.

Chili and Chuck whirl around to look.

A rusty old roller skate bounces down the stairs and hits

bottom with a CLUNK.

CHUCK

(on edge)

Who's there?!

The door slams shut.

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INT. LIVING ROOM / STAIRCASE - DAY

Laden with his and Debbie's baggage, Andy enters the front

door, trudges to the base of the spiral staircase and looks

up.