Freddy vs. Jason Page #9

MEAGAN:

Now that I think about it -- he's

killed me in all my nightmares. But

I'm not dead... what does it mean?

ERWIN:

It means we've still got some time

left. Until his remains are host to

the Dream Demons -- Freddy can't

hurt us.

JESSE:

Hello. The Dream Demons...?

ERWIN:

Freddy made a pact with Satan when

he died... so Satan bestowed upon

him the Dream Demons. They're the

source of Freddy's power to manipulate

our physical reality. Without them...

he's powerless -- nothing more than

a bad dream.

(off Jesse's cynical

look)

Hey, like I said... I don't make

the rules.

MEAGAN:

But we've still got a chance, right?

A chance to kill Freddy before he

gets back his power?

ERWIN:

We already tried that. There's no

way for us to kill Freddy. He's too

clever. He knows how to get to us.

MEAGAN:

Then let's get somebody else. Some-

body strong.

STORMIE:

Yeah! We could hire somebody to

kill Freddy -- like a hit man!

ERWIN:

You would have to hire a thousand

of them... or one really big guy

who isn't afraid of anything. No

fear. Nada. Then you got a shot.

JESSE:

Where are you going to find a hit

man? The yellow pages? In your

dreams...

Jesse's last three words strike Meagan like a thunder-

bolt and she stammers out a name:

MEAGAN:

Jason...

JESSE:

Jason?

MEAGAN:

Jason Voorhees...

ERWIN:

(brightens)

Jason Voorhees... that's brilliant!

The perfect dream warrior... no fear.

STORMIE:

Sounds like our man!

JESSE:

Uh... excuse me, Einstein... but

isn't Jason Voorhees dead?

ERWIN:

Seriously dead. Buried up by Crystal

Lake somewhere. But don't worry, I

know how to bring him back to life.

JESSE:

Somehow I just knew you would.

ERWIN:

But that's not the problem. The

problem is control. Once we bring

Jason back from the dead... I'm not

one hundred percent sure he'll do

what we tell him.

STORMIE:

Well, that's okay... as long as he

doesn't chop us all up.

Erwin rolls his eyes around -- uncertain.

MEAGAN:

Erwin... I'm trusting you on this,

so tell me the truth. Do you think

if we do this -- if we go and get

Jason and bring him back to life,

that he could kill Freddy?

ERWIN:

No doubt about. Jason could wreck

Freddy on this side of the Dreamline.

But if Freddy has home court advan-

tage... I don't know. Too close to

call. The trick would be to get Jason

to enter a dream state, grab Freddy,

and drag him out to our reality.

MEAGAN:

I haven't got a choice. I've got to

try something...

(turns to Stormie &

Jesse)

I can't ask either of you to help

me do this... it's illegal, immoral,

disgusting...

STORMIE:

Hey, we sisters have to stand

together, right? Where you lead --

I'll follow. Count me in.

Meagan embraces Stormie, then all three turn to Jesse.

He looks them over and sighs:

JESSE:

Let me get this straight... we're

going to go dig one dead maniac up

to fight another dead maniac?

ERWIN:

That's about the size of it... and

I'd be doing you a disservice if I

said there weren't a modicum of risk

involved.

JESSE:

Meagan... I don't want to do this...

MEAGAN:

You don't have to, Jesse... it's not

your fight. I understand.

JESSE:

But I damn sure don't want you to

do it without me. Count me in.

Meagan hugs Jesse. Erwin tries to hug Stormie but

she pushes him away.

ERWIN:

Look out Freddy... here we come.

CUT TO:

EXT. SPRINGWOOD AUTO YARD - NIGHT

In his shack, listening to a small portable radio,

is the NIGHT WATCHMAN. His small DOG suddenly perks

up her ears and GROWLS low. The watchman turns down

the radio.

NIGHT WATCHMAN:

What's matter, girl... you hear

somethin'?

Then the old man hears it, too... A low RUMBLE. Moving

closer.

The night watchman steps out of his shack and squints

into the darkness when a line of several hearses

approaches. The lead hearse pulls up to the shack and

the driver's window rolls down.

NIGHT WATCHMAN:

(continuing)

What's this? A funeral procession?

A Freddy cultist sticks his face out of the window

and says:

CULTIST:

That's exactly what it is.

NIGHT WATCHMAN:

(suspicious)

Yeah? Whose?

CULTIST:

Yours.

BANG! -- the cultist SHOOTS the old man right through

the head. The night watchman falls to the ground with

a lifeless THUD. The little dog starts BARKING

ferociously when another SHOT silences her as well.

Another cultist leaps out of the hearse and runs to

the gate, cutting the chain with a pair of bolt

cutters. He swings the gate open and the funeral

procession proceeds inside.

INT. SPRINGWOOD AUTO YARD - A SHORT TIME LATER

The cultists are standing around a small pit that two

cultists are carefully excavating in the center of the

wrecking yard. Inside the pit, the uncovered remains

of Freddy Krueger -- nothing more than a pile of

charred bones.

Lizzy is brought forward, held by a couple cultists,

and injected with dream dope as the needle is passed

around. She no longer struggles, accepting her fate

with droopy eyes.

LIZZY'S DREAM DOPE P.O.V. -- as she watches one of

the cultists reach down and put a rusty funnel into

Freddy's broken jawbone. Her vision gets blurry...

more surreal as another cult member steps forward

with the tupperware. He pours the dream demons into

the funnel.

CLOSE ON FREDDY'S REMAINS as the dream demons swim

around inside his skull. His bones start to bleed...

blood becoming arteries and veins... vessels becoming

muscle... muscle growing scarred flesh...

There is a FLASH from the pit. Then suddenly, Freddy

Krueger -- as you've known him, as you've loved him --

leaps out of the pit and cries:

FREDDY:

Smokin'!

Lizzy rolls her eyes up and faints. The cultists

FIRE their weapons into the air and cheer as the

building-high stacks of wrecked cars surrounding

them HONK their HORNS and FLASH their LIGHTS.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT

Headlights as Jesse's car zooms past a sign that

reads:
CRYSTAL LAKE - 13 MILES.

JESSE:

(V.O.)

We're almost there...

MEAGAN:

(V.O.)

We should pull over and ask

directions.

STORMIE:

(V.O.)

If it doesn't offend the men...

ooops, sorry! There aren't any.

JESSE:

(V.O.)

Very funny.

EXT. GAS STATION - NIGHT

Jesse pulls the car into an ol' run-down service

station.

STORMIE:

I don't think they're open.

MEAGAN:

It says, open all night.

Jesse HONKS the horn and yells:

JESSE:

Hey! Can we get some service out

here?!

STORMIE:

I don't think there's anybody

here...

Suddenly, a CRAZY OL' COOT appears on the opposite

side with a shotgun. Everyone in the car jumps.

CRAZY OL' COOT

What do you kids want?

MEAGAN:

We're looking for the old cemetery

that's supposed to be around here...

somewhere.

CRAZY OL' COOT

What do you want to know for?

STORMIE:

We want to see it.

CRAZY OL' COOT

Ain't nothin' to see, girly...

'cept a bunch of ol' graves.

JESSE:

Look, mister... can you give us

directions or not?

The old man gives the occupants of the car a going

over with his one good eye, hesitating a moment over

Erwin, who scrunches down in the back seat, hiding

under a baseball cap.

CRAZY OL' COOT

You're not goin' up there to do

somethin' stupid, are you?

JESSE:

(laughs; nervous)

Stupid? Like what?

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