Friday The 13th: A New Beginning

Let's find him.

I know he's here somewhere.

Come on, look for it.

I know it's here.

- There!

- Over to the right.

That's it. There it is!

That's it. All right!

- This is it, all right.

- Let's rip this sucker open!

Get a look at the main man!

Come on, dig! Deeper!

Come on, dig. Come on, let's dig!

Come on, faster! Dig!

Get the dirt off and we'll open it.

This is it.

Come on!

Come on.

- Pry.

- Move it over here.

Harder. Come on.

- Come on, Neil!

- OK, here it comes.

No... please, no!

That must be the new kid.

Last stop. Everybody out.

No? Beautiful. Sit there.

I don't give a sh*t.

How you doing?

Tommy Jarvis?

Hi, my name is Pam Roberts.

I'm the assistant director.

I'm glad you're here.

If you'd like to grab your things,

I'll take you in to meet the doctor.

Great.

Thank you.

Anytime, doll.

How was the ride?

Come on, Tommy.

You OK?

- Come in.

- Hi.

Hi, Tommy. I'm Matthew Letter.

Welcome to Pinehurst. Have a seat.

Sit down, son.

I'll tell you

a little about Pinehurst,

then we'll let you get settled.

How's that sound?

How does that sound?

Sure.

All right. About Pinehurst,

you'll find we're very different

from the state institution.

We don't have any guards here.

Nobody tells you what to do.

- Basically, you're your own boss.

- It's an honor system.

What you're really doing here, Tommy,

is preparing yourself to re-enter

society and start a new life.

Pam, wanna point Tommy toward

his room and get him started?

Sure. OK? Go through the kitchen,

up the stairs,

and it's the first door

on your left, OK? See you in a bit.

- What do you think?

- The kid's a real talker.

I noticed.

How'd they diagnose him?

"Severe trauma at age 12.

"Brutal self-defense murder

of a psychopathic killer."

They've given him every therapy

and treatment they can think of.

It's a wonder his mind

isn't fried from all the drugs.

You scared of spiders?

You scared of rubber spiders?

Scared of rubber spiders on strings?

Man, you are one scared cat.

Where I come from,

you learn to be scared of nothing.

They call me Reggie the Reckless.

No spider scares me.

Joke, man!

- Don't.

- Don't get all twisted out of shape.

- You act like you made these things.

- I did.

Solid.

So you're the new nut?

- Is that what they call us?

- "Us"? I ain't one of you.

I'm just visiting.

My granddaddy works here.

Gotta split.

Catch you later. There's action.

Joey, come on. Hurry up.

Oh, my God!

Hey, you guys! Joey, come on.

Stop, Grandpa! Don't!

- Hey, Matt. How's it going?

- All right. What's up?

It's like we talked about.

You got some neighbors who

aren't happy about your place.

I respect

what you're trying to do, Matt, I do.

But we found a couple of your kids

on the Hubbard place again.

- Deputy! Bring 'em out.

- Yes, sir.

Everybody out.

Stop fooling around. Fall in.

- Yes, sir.

- Move, wise guy.

We found them in Hubbard's woods

screwing their heads off, Matt.

We're lucky this time,

because Ethel didn't see them.

I'll take care of it, Sheriff.

- I'll do the talking. Keep quiet.

- Morning, Ethel.

- Don't you look lovely?

- Horseshit!

Sheriff, you better hear me good.

I want this loony bin closed down.

You hear? These kids

ain't nothing but trouble!

They disrespect property,

and they're all crazy!

- You tell 'em, Ma!

- These kids weren't doing...

Doing? Doing?!

You think I don't know what those

two perverts were doing in my yard!

- Say it like you mean it, Ma!

- Would you shut the f*** up?

I'll tell all of you.

You mark my words,

the next bastard comes near my farm,

I'll blow your f***ing brains out.

You hear?

Don't you come near me, Sheriff,

I've warned you.

I've got a bomb on me.

I swear to you!

Make one move toward me,

I'm gonna blow us all up.

Start the engines, Junior.

That's it. My final words.

OK, people, let's go. Party's over.

She's really something, ain't she?

Seriously, try to keep

your kids off her property.

I will.

I understand

you got the Jarvis kid today.

- He arrived earlier.

- And?

- And what?

- What's he like?

He's like any other kid.

He's been through a lot.

- Yeah. Good luck with him, pal.

- Thanks a lot, Sheriff.

- Hi, girls.

- Hi, Joey.

Hi, Violet.

- What are you doing?

- Laundry, Joey.

Can I help? I'm very good at laundry.

Matt never assigns it to me.

- Look, we have to get this finished.

- So I'm here to help you.

You can count on me, Rob.

You too, Vi.

Want a chocolate bar?

Here, you want it?

- I'll give you half.

- Piss off!

Please let me help you.

It's no problem...

- Get out of here!

- F***!

I'm sorry.

I can do laundry great.

But if that's how you feel,

forget it.

I'll just go help somebody else

instead. I'll see you later.

If you change your mind,

I'll be right around...

Jesus, what a loser.

Look at this sheet.

I'm not gonna wash it, you wash it.

- Hi, Vic!

- Get lost.

Don't be like that.

Let me help you with the wood.

And anyway,

I got two chocolate bars, see?

- Don't tell the girls.

- What an a**hole.

You know, Vic, before I came here,

I never had anything to do,

me being an orphan and all.

People always teased me about

sitting round like some kind of pig.

But here, it's different. I can

help others and do a lot of things.

You know something?

I really love it here.

I hate it!

You know, to be honest with you,

I never chopped wood before,

but it certainly looks like fun.

Leave me alone!

Here, Vic. Want a bite?

I'll just put it over here

and you can have it later.

Well, if that's the way you feel,

forget it, Vic! Just forget it!

But I think

you're really out of line.

We got a homicide on our hands.

See what you've got on a Faden.

Victor J. Faden.

F-A-D-E-N. Thanks.

Is there someone we should notify?

As far as I know,

there's no immediate family.

His mother died while giving birth.

I don't know about the father,

took off somewhere, I guess.

The kid got shuffled from home

to home until he came here.

- He was a good kid.

- I know, Matt.

So, what have we got here?

Bunch of pussies.

Come on, Roy.

Get your hands dirty.

Pete, this is bullshit!

This really sucks!

Fix it!

Those c*nts aren't gonna wait.

Oh, f***! This is a mess.

No way, I refuse to do this.

You're always f***ing around

with this, so get up and fix it!

You understand?

- You are an a**hole!

- What's the matter, Vinny?

You all creeped-out

by that murder at the nuthouse?

As far as I'm concerned,

all those loonies should be

killed off one by one.

Can you try it now?

Jesus! Can't you do anything?

Stop screwing around!

Get this done by the time I get back.

I gotta take a crap.

- Crap, my ass!

- Just do it, man! I mean it.

F***ing a**hole!

You little f***.

What are you doing, douchebag?

Enough, already. You can stop.

Would you cut it out?

All right, either you got the car

started or you're a dead man.

This ain't starting, man.

You f***ed up again.

I'm gonna kick your ass,

kick your ass!

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