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Kevin Kutcher
February 27th, 2006, 02:30 AM
I like writing movie scripts, but im not that creative, so I write scripts for existing movies. I wrote this script about Friday the 13th part eight. Its excessivly long, so Ill break it up into chapters. So chapter one:

FRIDAY THE 13TH PART VIII: JASON TAKES MANHATTAN

Written by Rob Hedden


FADE IN:

EXT. CRYSTAL LAKE - NIGHT

A dark, rumbling sky. Haze clings to the lake as we float
across it, clearing to bring the opposite shoreline into
view. A few scattered streetlights. Dilapidated cabins.
An abandoned campsite. CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE.

We continue to drift towards it, hearing the faint sound
of seductive music and an occasional giggle. A small
HOUSEBOAT floats into our foreground, its interior light
flickering as TWO BODIES move around inside.

INT. HOUSEBOAT - NIGHT

A teenage boy and girl, JIM and SUZY, are slow-dancing.
Jim's lips softly touch her lissome shoulders.

JIM
Well...how do you feel?

SUZY
Ask me in about five minutes.

She bites his ear, giggles, then kisses him fully..

JIM
I'm talking about graduation. Being
totally free to do whatever we want
now.

Her hands slip inside his Pendleton shirt. He sighs.

SUZY
It feels excellent.

Her mouth finds his again. After a long kiss, he gently
pulls away from her with a teasing smile.

JIM
Gotta throw the anchor over.

He leaves the cabin. She slips under the bed sheets.

EXT. HOUSEBOAT DECK - NIGHT

as Jim tosses a small anchor overboard.

TIGHT ON WATER SURFACE

as the weighty object splashes, sinking into black
oblivion, pulling its cable down with it.

JIM

glances at the lake, at their eerie surroundings. He
feels a chill, heading back inside.

EXT. UNDERWATER - NIGHT (TANK)

as the anchor drifts to the lake bottom, dropping a few
feet from a THICK POWER CABLE which rests in the lake
silt.

INT. HOUSEBOAT - NIGHT

as Jim returns with an uneasy expression. He crawls on
top of the bed, kissing her again, but not with the same
enthusiasm as before.

SUZY
What's wrong?

JIM
Nothing.

He starts to pull off his shirt and join her. She senses
his anxiety.

SUZY
C'mon, Jimmy. Something's bothering
you.

Jim pauses, turning off the mood music.

JIM
It's just that we're right around that
old summer camp where all those
murders took place.

The boat creaks. She's instantly nervous.

SUZY
What murders?

JIM
Never mind, you don't want to know
about it.

SUZY
Tell me.

JIM
There's nothing to worry about, Suzy.
The guy's dead now, somewhere at the
bottom of this lake...if you believe
the stories.
(beat)
Let's drop it, okay?

He starts to kiss her again. She stops him.

SUZY
What stories?

He doesn't want to go into it but Suzy's face insists.

JIM
There was this boy named Jason
Voorhees who drowned in Crystal
Lake...

FLASHBACK

Eight year old JASON is desperately trying to tread
water, flailing his arms like a marionette to get
attention as he gulps down gallons of mossy lake water.

YOUNG JASON
Hhhhelp....me....I'm drowning...

JIM (V.O.)
None of the counselors heard him.

YOUNG JASON
Mmmmmmommy....

...And Jason finally slips under the surface for good.

INT. HOUSEBOAT - CONTINUOUS

JIM
A bunch of years went by and everybody
forgot about it.
(beat)
That's when the murders started.

FLASHBACK MONTAGE (STOCK)

as our senses are bombarded with QUICK CUTS of assorted

teenagers just about to die, their screams echoing over
each other. We do not see the attacker. As the
cacophony reaches a screeching crescendo, CUT BACK TO:

INT. HOUSEBOAT - NIGHT

as the silence hits us hard again.

SUZY
Jason did it...?

JIM'
That's what some people thought. But
they were wrong.

FLASHBACK (STOCK)

as MRS. VOORHEES comes directly at camera wielding a huge
knife and a primal scream.

INT. HOUSEBOAT - NIGHT

JIM
His mother blamed the counselors for
his death and tried to kill them all.
(dramatic pause)
She got her head chopped off by one of
them.

We don't need to see this clip...Suzy's reaction is quite
sufficient.

SUZY
So the murders stopped?

He gives her a long, penetrating look.

JIM
No.

FLASHBACK MONTAGE (STOCK)

We're bombarded with QUICK FLASHES of a hockey masked
JASON wreaking havoc on assorted teenagers...brandishing
everything from hatchets to knives to chainsaws. Just as
Jason is about to stab us, CUT BACK TO:

INT. HOUSEBOAT - NIGHT

Suzy flinches as if she were getting the knife.



JIM
Legend has it that Jason came back to
avenge his mother's death, vowing to
kill every teenager from the area.
(beat)
And every now and then, the murders
start up again.

The boat lurches slightly, tugging at the anchor cable.
She's scared: he's frightened himself a little, too.

JIM
Forget about it, Suzy. They're just
stories.

He brushes her hair back, kissing her cheek gently,
finding the nape of her neck again. She closes her eyes,
trying to dismiss what he's dredged up. But she can't.
Suzy begins to rationalize.

SUZY
We're the last graduating class,
right?

Jim's kissing her body, putting Jason behind him.

JIM
Right.

SUZY
I mean, Lakeview High just closed its
doors for good, right?

JIM
Right.

SUZY
So there's no reason for him to come
back because there won't be any of us
around...right?

Jim stops, looking her squarely in the eyes.

JIM
Right. Except that Jason isn't real
so none of it matters anyway.

She starts to relax, returning his kisses.

EXT. UNDERWATER - NIGHT (TANK)

as the anchor drifts along the lake floor, tugging hard
on the power cable. Camera TRACKS along the cable,
coming to a RUSTY SET OF CHAINS TANGLED AROUND IT.

INT. HOUSEBOAT - CONTINUOUS

as Jim slides on top of Suzy. Thoughts of Jason are
starting to slip away along with their clothes.

EXT. UNDERWATER - NIGHT (TANK)

as the chains emit a dull tinkle due to movement from the
tugging anchor. Camera continues to TRACK again...and we
find to our horror that the waterlogged, fish-eaten body
of JASON IS SECURED BY THESE SAME CHAINS. (NOTE: Jason's
face is obscured.)

INT. HOUSEBOAT - CONTINUOUS

Teenagers in love, lost in not-so-innocent passion. At
the same moment:

EXT. UNDERWATER - NIGHT (TANK)

The anchor tugs one last time and RIPS THROUGH THE CABLE.
SPARKS INSTANTLY FLY, chasing along the cable, finding
the chain which secures Jason and ENGULFING HIM IN
ELECTRICITY.

EXT. HOUSEBOAT - ON LAKE SURFACE (EFX)

as BRIGHT FLASHES OF BLUE LIGHT strobe-under the surface.
ARCING CURRENT chases up the anchor cable, sparking
across the hoist.

EXT. CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE - WIDE SHOT FROM WATER

as the electricity feeding the streetlights is abruptly
extinguished, plunging the campsite into darkness.

INT. HOUSEBOAT - CONTINUOUS

as Suzy's eyes flash open.

SUZY
Did you hear that?

JIM
Hear what?

He pulls her back down.

SUZY
C'mon, I'm serious.

He knows the mood is broken.

JIM
All right, I'll check it out.

He slips on his jeans, exiting the cabin. She pulls the
sheet up around her fearfully.

EXT. UNDERWATER - NIGHT (TANK)

as the cable smolders, void of electricity now. TRACK to
find the chains again...but they're dangling loosely.
JASON IS GONE.

INT. HOUSEBOAT - CONTINUOUS

Suzy is tensely kneeling on the bed now. The black void
of night is all she sees out the cabin door, which Jim
has left open. An uncomfortable amount of time passes.

SUZY
Jimmy...?

No answer. Her heart starts to pound.

SUZY
Jim...?

Again, nothing. She wraps herself in the sheet, moving
towards the open door. The ship creaks again.

SUZY'S POINT OF VIEW

as she grows closer to the doorway, nothing but pitch-
black beyond it.

SUZY
Stop screwing around, Jim. I mean
it...

...And just as she reaches the door:

A HOCKEY MASKED MONSTER

leaps out, clutching a HUGE KNIFE. Suzy barely has time
to scream before JASON PLUNGES THE KNIFE INTO HER CHEST.

SUZY

stands there in speechless shock, looking down at her
mortal wound. But there's no blood.

THE MONSTER

pulls the knife back out, pushing the blade in and out
with his hand. It's a retractable rubber knife. JIM
pulls off the hockey mask with a huge grin, tossing it
aside.