FADE IN:

A NIGHT SKY

Ominous black clouds roll across the heavens. THUNDER begins

to RUMBLE within the clouds. An unsettling feeling of

approaching danger.

VARIOUS FOREST SHOTS

Deep shadowed woods. A quiet breeze rustles some dry leaves.

NOISY CRICKETS. Some unseen creature runs through the bush.

THE CRICKETS STOP.

EXT. FOREST ROAD - NIGHT

A very mangy wild dog feeds on what was once a rabbit run

over in the road. ROARING AROUND THE BEND COMES AN OLD FORD

PICKUP. The terrified canine runs for its life into the woods.

INT. PICKUP

TIGHT ON HOCKEY MASK

We stare down on Jason's infamous mask held in a young man's

(HAWES) hands.

HAWES

(Southern accent)

I don't know how the hell you

talked me into this, Jarvis.

ANGLE ON HAWES

Sitting in the passenger seat examining the mask is ALLEN

HAWES. He is a rather unusual-looking guy in his mid-

twenties, nervously smoking a cigar.

HAWES

Hell, I must be crazy. If the old

institution ever found out about

this...boy, they'd throw our butts

back in an' strait-jacket 'em

permanent.

TOMMY (o.s.)

You didn't have to come, Hawes...

PRESS IN - ON DRIVER

TOMMY JARVIS is a good-looking young man in his late teens.

He drives like a bat out of hell, wearing a very intense

expression of determination.

TOMMY

This is between me and Jason.

TWO SHOT ON THEM

HAWES

(becoming more nervous)

Yeah, I know. But I still don't

get the therapy here. Jason's

dead, right? How will seeing his

corpse stop your hallucinations?

TOMMY

Seeing it won't. But destroying

him once and for all will. Jason

belongs in hell.

TIGHT ON TOMMY

TOMMY

(coldly)

I'm gonna see he gets there.

HAWES

stares wide-eyed at Tommy. He then turns to look out the

back window.

EXT. PICKUP

TIGHT ON HAWES' FACE IN REAR WINDOW - TILT DOWN

A huge can of gasoline, a crowbar and two shovels are seen in

the back of the truck. THUNDER BEGINS TO RUMBLE LOUDER.

EXT. FOREST ROAD - NIGHT

Dust kicks up as the old pickup races down the road.

LIGHTNING FLASHES, illuminating the dark woods. THUNDER

CRASHES HELLISHLY.

CUT TO:

EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT

TRACKING along a row of tombstones, we follow Tommy and his

flashlight as he searches. Hawes follows, carrying the gas

can, tools and mask. THUNDER continues as a fierce, whistling

WIND attacks.

Tommy's eyes squint to read each tombstone, looking for the

one. LIGHTNING FLASHES.

WIDER - ON TOMMY

Getting frustrated, but far from giving up, Tommy moves to

the new row of markers. Suddenly he freezes and we PRESS IN

on him.

ANGLE ON JASON'S GRAVE

LIGHTNING illuminates the tombstone that reads "Jason

Voorhees - At Rest".

TIGHT ON TOMMY

As he stares, a deep terror chills his bones. Something else

then catches his eye.

ANGLE ON ANOTHER GRAVE

Close to Jason's marker we see another. It reads "Pamela

Voorhees - Beloved Mother."

FULL SHOT ON TOMMY AND HAWES

Returning his attention to Jason's grave, Tommy points "this

is the one" to Hawes, who gulps and nods. Putting down the

other items, the boys take hold of the shovels. Tommy raises

his up first.

THE SHOVEL

plunges into the ground. A LIGHTNING BLAST punctuates it as

it removes a large chunk of grass and dirt.

CLOSE ON OUR GRAVEDIGGERS

They begin to exhume the legendary killer's body. Tommy works

feverishly. Hawes works nervously.

Again and again their shovels strike, digging into the earth.

SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

THE SHOVEL (LATER)

is scraping the dirt of of a rotted coffin lid.

ANGLE UP - ON TOMMY

The sweating boy tosses the shovel out of the shallow grave.

Hawes silently hands him the crowbar from above.

TIGHT ON COFFIN

The crowbar is driven into the side. Tommy's hands take a

firm grip and yank. A HORRIFIC CREAK resounds as the lid

cracks open.

LOW ANGLE - ON TOMMY

He hands the crowbar back to Hawes. They exchange a look and

a deep breath. Tommy then goes for it. His hands extend

slowly toward the coffin. More THUNDER GROWLS.

TOMMY'S FINGERS

slip into the narrow space beneath the coffin lid.

PRESS IN TIGHT ON HAWES' FACE

He winces and bites his lip.

PRESS IN TIGHT ON TOMMY'S FACE

With all the courage he can muster, Tommy strains to do the

deed. He yanks the casket open!

ANGLE ON JASON IN COFFIN

With a BRILLIANT FLASH OF LIGHTNING, the lid swings open to

reveal the huge decomposing body of JASON. His HEAD IS

COMPLETELY COVERED BY AN ARMY OF DISGUSTING MAGGOTS.

HAWES GASPS

He fights with his stomach to keep his dinner down..

TOMMY CLIMBS OUT OF GRAVE

He turns and stares down at his nemesis. A slow hatred begins

to build. We PRESS IN on Tommy, HEARING his horrid memories:

His sister screams, NO, TOMMY, NO while 10-year-old Tommy

kills Jason, repeating, "DIE, DIE!"

TIGHT ON TOMMY

As he listens, his eyes well up with a violent rage.

WIDER

Tommy looks around vengefully. Seeing an old fence a few

yards away, he heads for it. Hawes is confused by his

actions.

HAWES

Hey, where are you going?

TRACK WITH TOMMY

Without a word, he storms over to the rusty fence. He grabs

one of the spearlike posts and pulls it out.

LOW ANGLE - DOLLY BACK

With fire in his eyes, Tommy stalks Jason with the weapon.

THUNDER ROARS ABOVE.

HAWES

rushes up to Tommy, greatly alarmed.

HAWES

What's that for? Tommy, what are

you doin', boy?!

The boy storms right past him.

REACHING THE GRAVE

Tommy glares down hatefully at this monster who has destroyed

his loved ones and his life. Raising the spear, he explodes

and jumps down.

TOMMY

You bastard!

LOW ANGLE - ON TOMMY

As he lands in the grave, Tommy plunges the spear down with

a mighty force. THUNDER AND LIGHTNING BLAST HELLISHLY.

THE SPEAR

penetrates deep into Jason's chest.

ANGLE ON HAWES, DUMBFOUNDED

HAWES

Oh, shit.

TOMMY

withdraws it, then angrily rams it down again and again.

CLOSE ON JASON'S FACE

The force of the blows causes many of the numerous maggots to

start dropping off his face. Grossly decayed flesh is

illuminated the LIGHTNING.

CLOSE ON TOMMY'S FACE

Exhausted, his rage finally vented, he drives the spear into

Jason for the last time.

ANGLE DOWN - ON TOMMY AND JASON

Over the boy's shoulder we see the long spear extending out

of Jason's cold heart.

WIDER

Recovering from his tantrum, Tommy climbs out of the grave.

Hawes stares open-mouthed at his friend.

HAWES

Boy, he must've really messed you

over.

TOMMY

reaches down, picks up Jason's hockey mask, and stares at it.

INSERT - HOCKEY MASK

It seems to stare back evilly at him.

TOMMY (O.S.)

Yeah. Fuck you, Jason.

RESUME TOMMY

Tommy, knowing the nightmare is finally over, tosses the mask

into the grave. He then bends down and starts to uncap the

gas can.

WIDER ON SCENE

Without warning, the sky EXPLODES with a mass of LIGHTNING.

One of the BOLTS OF ELECTRICITY is drawn to the spear as to

a lightning rod. SPARKS fly as the spear is struck and

electrified. Tommy and Hawes dive for cover.

TIGHT ON JASON'S FACE

JASON'S DECOMPOSED EYELIDS FLASH OPEN!

ANGLE ON TOMMY AND HAWES

Uncovering their heads, they look skyward in fear. Quickly,

Tommy gets to his feet and goes for the troublesome spear.

ANOTHER ANGLE

The unintended lightning rod is still smoking a little from

the blast. He touches it. It's hot. He pulls out a pair of

gloves from his jacket. Putting them on, he then attempts to

remove the spear. He can't get proper leverage. So Tommy

jumps down into Jason's grave.

LOW ANGLE - ON TOMMY

He struggles to pull the spear out. It's apparently driven

into the bottom of the coffin as well. Hawes leans down into

the grave.

HAWES

Let's just get the hell out of

here. My heart can't take any

more of this.

CLOSE ON JASON'S FACE

Jason's wicked eyes glare at Tommy.

RESUME TOMMY

The boy, of course, does not see what's about to occur. He

finally yanks the spear out, and throws it up onto the grass.

Slowly he removes his gloves and tosses them to Hawes. He

starts to climb out. JASON SPRINGS UP FROM BEHIND AND GRABS

HIM.

CLOSE ON HAWES SCREAMING

He goes crazy with hysteria. He starts to run.

ANGLE DOWN - ON GRAVE

Tommy fights for his life as Jason tries to pull him down

into the grave. He manages to kick Jason back down long

enough to climb out.

TOMMY

scrambles for the gas can as the STORM CLOUDS DETONATE ABOVE.

He gets it open, turns around, and starts throwing it on the

rising corpse of Jason.

ANGLE ON JASON

The gas splashes all over him as he keeps coming!

REVERSE ON TOMMY

He backs up as Jason stalks him. Knowing there's enough gas

now on his predator, he drops the can.

TIGHTER - ON JASON

He's coming closer.

TIGHTER - ON TOMMY

Panicking, he searches his pockets for the matches. He finds

them. As he pulls them out, the STORM CLOUDS ERUPT WITH AN

INCREDIBLE DOWNPOUR.

JASON

stops as the rain drenches him. Maggots start to wash off

him as he stares at his helpless victim.

RESUME TOMMY

He tries desperately to light a match in this pounding rain.

TOMMY'S HANDS

struggling with the soaked matchbook.

JASON

starts to close in. Suddenly HAWES EMERGES FROM BEHIND,

HOLDING UP A SHOVEL. He HOLLERS as he swings it.

ANGLE ON HAWES

He WHACKS the back of Jason's head as hard as he can. It

doesn't even faze his undead superkiller.

JASON WHIPS AROUND ON HAWES

His arm lunges forcefully at Hawes' chest.

ANGLE HAWES' BACK

JASON'S HAND, CLUTCHING HAWES' HEART, BURST OUT HAWES' BACK.

ANGLE ON GRAVE

Hawes' body falls back into Jason's grave.

TIGHT ON COFFIN

As Hawes lands in the coffin, the lid shuts over him.

ANGLE ON TOMMY

Horrified and weaponless, he runs like hell.

LOW ANGLE - ON JASON

Seeing his victim escaping, Jason whips around and looks for

a weapon. He goes for the nefarious spear. Something in the

grave then catches his attention.

EXT. FOREST ROAD - NIGHT

Tommy races out of the cemetery to his pickup. He jumps into

the truck and takes off in the rain.

EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT

With his back to us, Jason dons his beloved hockey mask and

picks up the spear. We PRESS IN TIGHT ON HIM as he turns

around to face us. FREEZE FRAME. Meaner, stronger, and more

unstoppable than ever before...

TITLE PROCLAIMS: "JASON HAS RISEN"

OPENING CREDITS

FADE IN:

EXT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Tommy's old pickup SCREECHES UP before us. He leaps from the

truck and races for the office door. The sign by it reads

"Forest Green County Sheriff's Dept."

INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Tommy BURSTS into the room.

ANGLE ON SHERIFF BEHIND DESK

SHERIFF MICHAEL GARRIS is a hard-ass Vietnam vet who, at

forty-three, has "seen enough trouble and don't want no

more." That's why he took this job a few years back. Having

just nodded off, Tommy's entrance startles him. He leaps to

his feet, gun drawn with lightning speed.

REVERSE ON TOMMY

Shocked by the sheriff's sudden aggression, Tommy instantly

throws up his hands.

TOMMY

Don't shoot. Please.

ANGLE ON SHERIFF

He relaxes, seeing it's just a teenager. But he's still

pissed off as he holsters his gun.

SHERIFF

You in show business, kid? You

sure know how to make an entrance.

MOVING SHOT

The hyper boy rushes toward the sheriff.

TOMMY

You gotta do something! Jason's

alive! He killed my friend, now

he's coming for me!!

EXT. FOREST ROAD - NIGHT

Jason is coming. Gripping the spear before him, he heads

toward us.

INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE - NIGHT

SHERIFF

(sitting back)

Now you better cool out a minute,

boy. You already almost got your

head blown to pieces.

TOMMY

(demanding)

Will you listen, dammit!

SHERIFF

(stands up)

Don't piss me off, junior. Or I

will repaint this office with your

brains.

Tommy tries to control his emotions and sound rational.

TOMMY

Jason is alive. We dug up his

body. I was gonna cremate it

and...

SHERIFF

(smirks and interrupts)

Hold it. Whoa... What's your

name, son?

TOMMY

(quickly)

Tommy Jarvis. We gotta do

something. He's even more

powerful now that...

The sheriff circles the desk and approaches Tommy.

SHERIFF

Aren't you the kid whose mother

and friends were....

TOMMY

(nods)

Yeah. Jason murdered them and...

SHERIFF

(cutting him off again)

And you've been at some

psychiatric clinic ever since,

haven't you?

TOMMY

(catching his drift)

Yes, but they released me

because...

The door behind him BURSTS OPEN.

DEPUTY

Rains stopped. Ya owe me that

five-spot, partner.

ANGLE ON DOORWAY

DEPUTY RICK COLONE hurries in with an armload of fast food.

Dark, mid-thirties, and a little on the short side. He is

surprised to see someone here this late.

DEPUTY

Sorry. I didn't...

BACK TO SCENE

Sheriff Garris waves his deputy in.

SHERIFF

(sarcastic)

No problem, Rick. Come over and

meet a former resident here, Tommy

Jarvis. He's got some kinda prank

going about...

TOMMY

(explodes)

There's no time for this

bullshit...

MOVING SHOT - ON TOMMY

He bolts across the office and grabs one of the rifles from

the rack.

TOMMY

Jason's got to be stopped.

ANGLE ON GROUP

Both lawmen drive for the crazy kid. Their food flies as they

struggle to get the rifle away from the strong youth.

Finally the deputy pins Tommy's arms from behind. The

sheriff yanks the rifle away.

SHERIFF

(pointing at Tommy)

Now that's what know in the books

as screwin' the pooch.

(to deputy)

Iron this punk.

Tommy fights to get away from the deputy, who throws him into

the cell. The iron bars are slammed shut.

TOMMY

(struggling)

No... Ya gotta listen. Jason's

coming back here. He's after me.

I tried to destroy him but I

fucked up....

TIGHT ON SHERIFF

He leans in toward Tommy's cell.

SHERIFF

You got that right. Now you

listen up. I'm sorry for what

happened to you and your folks

years ago. But no one in Forest

Green wants to be reminded of what

that maniac did here. That's why

they changed the name to Forest

Green. People want to forget this

was once Crystal Lake. And they

don't need some kid stirring up

Jason shit again.

RESUME ON TOMMY

He paces the cell in wild frustration.

TOMMY

Why didn't you cremate him?!

SHERIFF

(impatiently)

They were gonna! But some asshole

sent a lot of money to give Jason

and his mother a decent burial.

Now look, you just lie down and

get some rest. In the morning

I'll call that clinic and see if

they...

Tommy grabs the bars and pleads with him.

TOMMY

If you'd just go to the cemetery,

you'll see I'm not lying.

CLOSER ON SHERIFF AND TOMMY

SHERIFF

Either you go to sleep or I'll

come in there and put you out.

TOMMY

(defiantly)

You're gonna be sorry you didn't

listen to me.

SHERIFF

(more defiantly)

You're gonna be sorry if you don't

shut the fuck up.

CUT TO:

EXT. FOREST BACK ROAD - NIGHT

A funky VW Bug bounces along a narrow muddy road. LAUGHTER

is HEARD from within.

INT. CAR - NIGHT

A likable couple in their mid-twenties are obviously lost.

LIZBETH drives and giggles, slap-happy from the long trip and

late hour. Her boyfriend, DARREN, struggles to read the map

in the dim car light. A huge pothole causes him to bang his

head on the roof.

DARREN

Will you slow down? It's hard

enough to read this thing.

LIZBETH

(trying not to laugh)

Well, who told me to take this cow

path?

DARREN

You admit the sign did say "Camp

Forest Green," with an arrow

pointing this way.

LIZBETH

I admit nothing without talking to

my lawyer.

DARREN

throws down the map with a growl.

DARREN

So much for the head counselors

ever finding the camp on their

own. I say we stop the car, get

out, and start screaming for help.

The car comes to a grinding halt.

DARREN

(sighs)

I was just kidding, Lizbeth.

He looks at his girlfriend, who is staring fearfully out the

windshield. Darren turns to look.

DARREN'S P.O.V. - OUT WINDSHIELD

Standing in the middle of the road, illuminated by the

headlights... JASON. He holds the deadly spear before him.

RESUME COUPLE

Needless to say, Lizbeth is becoming more afraid.

LIZBETH

Darren, we better turn around.

DARREN

Why?

LIZBETH

Why? Because I've seen enough

horror movies to know masked

weirdos are never friendly.

She starts to back up. Darren looks behind him, then grabs

the wheel.

DARREN

Wait!

THE CAR TIRE

almost rolls off the narrow road into a water-filled gully.

ANGLE ON DARREN

He stares intensely at Lizbeth.

DARREN

There's no way we can do this...

(he looks at Jason)

...If the car drops into that

gully, we'll never get it out.

JASON

just stands his ground. He ain't backin' down.

LIZBETH

keeps her eye on the evil-looking stranger.

LIZBETH

Do you have any alternate

suggestions?

ANGLE ON DARREN AND LIZBETH

He bites his lip nervously.

DARREN

Yeah... We're gonna scare him.

LIZBETH

(taken aback)

We're gonna scare him?!

Darren attempts to pump up a macho attitude.

DARREN

That's right. Just drive toward

him. He'll move. Nobody wants to

die.

LIZBETH

(staring at Darren)

That's a freakin' fact. Least of

all us.

DARREN

Just drive. He'll get out of our

way.

ANGLE ON LIZBETH

She shakes her head, not believing she's actually going to do

this.

INSERT - ACCELERATOR

Her foot stomps it down.

THROUGH WINDSHIELD

We race toward Jason, who doesn't budge.

INSERT - BRAKE

Her foot slams on the brakes.

LOW ANGLE - ON HEADLIGHT

The car skids to a stop, inches from the stock-still killer.

LIZBETH

turns to her now-less-than-confident boyfriend.

LIZBETH

(sarcastically)

Yeah, that really scared the shit

out of him.

ANGLE ON DARREN

He gets pissed. He leans over and BLASTS the HORN.

LOW ANGLE - ON JASON

Jason gets pissed too. He swings the spear and SMASHES OUT

a headlight.

BACK TO COUPLE

DARREN

(shocked)

Oh, jeez.

LIZBETH

(starting to shift)

That's it. We're driving this

baby back to town... in reverse.

Darren, now angered, grabs her hand as she starts to shift.

DARREN

The hell we are.

ANGLE ON GLOVE COMPARTMENT

Darren opens it and pulls out a .22 revolver.

LIZBETH

stares at the gun, then at Darren, in shock.

LIZBETH

Where'd you get that?

Darren gets out of the car. He's scared shitless, but tries

not to show it.

DARREN

Don't worry about it. Just stay

cool.

LIZBETH

(trying to maintain)

Stay cool? You ain't Dirty Harry.

Now stop it.

JASON

watches Darren's every move.

DOLLY BACK ON DARREN TO JASON

With great apprehension he heads toward Jason, holding the

gun out with both hands. He clears his nervous throat.

DARREN

All right, scumbag. Get out of

the road.

From over Jason's shoulder we see Darren cock the trigger and

aim.

DARREN

Now!

Instantly Jason rams the spear into the other headlight! He

is now a very dark figure in front of the car.

LIZBETH

screams, and shouts at her boyfriend.

LIZBETH

Darren, get in here right now!

He'll kill you!

ANGLE ON DARREN

He gets a bit cocky, knowing he's the one with the gun. He

glances back at his girl.

DARREN

(loudly)

Not if I get him first.

JASON

suddenly CHARGES him!

ANGLE ON DARREN AND JASON

Darren fires. But the bullet either misses or it just

doesn't affect Jason. He thrusts the spear forward.

THE SPEAR

drives right through Darren's stomach and out his back!

PRESS IN ON LIZBETH

She goes hysterical.

LOW ANGLE - ON JASON

Effortlessly, he lifts up the impaled boy and tosses his limp

body aside. Jason then turns his murderous gaze on Lizbeth.

THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD

Lizbeth gasps. Quickly, she tries to drive away. Seeing

something coming, she dives across the other seat. JASON'S

SPEAR SMASHES THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD AND IMPALES ITSELF INTO

THE DRIVER'S SEAT.

ANGLE ON LIZBETH

The terrified girl crawls out of the open passenger door.

She falls into the muddy and water-filled gully alongside the

road.

MOVING SHOT - ON JASON

He withdraws his weapon from the car and heads for his victim.

LIZBETH

struggles to stand. She slips, badly twisting or breaking

her ankle. Looking back quickly, she is horrified.

HER P.O.V. - ON JASON

with spear poised, he's coming!

TIGHT ON LIZBETH

Knowing it's hopeless to run, she tries a last-ditch effort

to barter for her life. Lying in the muddy water, Lizbeth

digs into her jacket. She pulls out her wallet and removes

her money and credit cards.

LIZBETH

(crying)

Don't kill me, please. You can

have these.

She looks up and offers her valuables.

LIZBETH'S P.O.V.

Jason is gone.

BACK TO LIZBETH

She is amazed. Where did he go? What's the difference --

she's safe. WRONG. As she looks behind her, JASON'S FEET

SLAM DOWN IN THE WATER NEXT TO HER HEAD. She opens her mouth

to scream.

LOW ANGLE - UP ON JASON

He raises the spear and RAMS IT DOWN TOWARD HER FACE! A

spine-chilling CRUNCH is HEARD.

WIDER

Jason stands over his victim... Her body floats on the filthy

water, but her head is drive down underneath. BLOOD begins

to bubble up around the extended spear.

CLOSE ON HER HAND

A lifeless hand releases the money and credit cards it was

clutching.

We follow the floating American Express card along the now-

bloody stream... Remember, don't leave home without it.

CUT TO:

INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE - DAY

Tommy is asleep on the cot in his cell. Suddenly the LOUD

SOUNDS of the DOOR OPENING and YOUNG VOICES startle him awake.

MOVING SHOT - ON GROUP

Entering from the bright sunshine are the sheriff and four

kids in their late teens. Teasing, holding on to the arm of

her sheriff father, is MEGAN. She is a cute and feisty 18-

year-old. Her three friends, PAULA, a warm and personable

girl with a short new-wave haircut; SISSY is black, sexy and

very boy-crazy; and CORT, with his long hair and heavy metal

T-shirt, is always ready to rock.

MEGAN

(to sheriff)

Come on, Dad. You could have Rick

drive down Cunningham Road and

look for them.

SHERIFF

Megan, my deputies have more

important things to do than look

for camp counselors with car

trouble.

CORT

Sheriff, couldn't you like put our

an all-points bulletin for them?

That would be really wicked decent.

The sheriff shoots him a look.

PAULA

It's just that Darren and Lizbeth

are in charge of organizing and

setting up the new campgrounds.

SISSY

All the little kids arrive today.

We're not ready to deal with that

alone.

ANGLE ON SHERIFF

He sits down behind his desk and picks up the phone.

SHERIFF

I sympathize with you kids. The

best I can do is call the station

in Carpenter and have them keep a

lookout for them.

TOMMY (O.S.)

I got a bad feeling of what

might've happened to them.

Everyone turns to look.

TOMMY

is gripping the cell's bars. His eyes connect with Megan.

TOMMY

You've got to convince the sheriff

to look for your friends.

Hopefully, they're fine. But

there's a very good chance that

Jason...

THE SHERIFF

jumps up angrily.

SHERIFF

Shut up.

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