Friday the 13th Page #20

MRS. VOORHEES

There now, my dear. Please. I can't

help you if you can't talk to me.

There, there now...

ALICE allows the woman to lead her back into the room.

MRS. VOORHEES leads ALICE to the couch. In the BG we can see

the broken window, but BRENDA is not visible.

ALICE:

He's dead... She's dead... all dead...

Please save me... oh... poor Bill... Oh

my God, oh my God... oh God...

MRS. VOORHEES

It will be all right. I'll take care of

you.

ALICE:

Jack? Marcie? Ned?

MRS. VOORHEES comforts her with a strong arm.

MRS. VOORHEES

It's just this place. The storm.

That's why you're all upset.

ALICE:

No, no, they're all dead...

ALICE points over her shoulder towards the ping-pong table

without looking.

MRS. VOORHEES looks, shrugs.

MRS. VOORHEES

I'll go look.

ALICE's face registers the new terror.

ALICE:

They'll kill you! Don't leave me!

MRS. VOORHEES smiles warmly.

MRS. VOORHEES

I'm not afraid.

ALICE waits by the couch as MRS. VOORHEES crosses the room to

the back window.

ALICE:

All dead? Neddy? Oh, Marcie...

ALICE stands close to the fireplace.

MRS. VOORHEES reaches the window and looks out. BRENDA's body

sways just out of reach. MRS. VOORHEES is shocked.

MRS. VOORHEES

Oh, my lord...

MRS. VOORHEES turns back and, as she passes the ping-pong table,

she picks up the lantern.

ALICE waits at the fireplace.

MRS. VOORHEES

(continuing)

So young, so pretty. What monster could

have done such a thing?

ALICE:

Bill--Bill--Bill is out there...

She lets MRS. VOORHEES take her in her arms.

MRS. VOORHEES

We shall go straight to the police.

ALICE backs up.

ALICE:

The killer is still out there.

MRS. VOORHEES

I will protect you.

MRS. VOORHEES looks around the room.

MRS. VOORHEES

(continuing)

Oh, this place... It should never have

been a camp. Not for children. They

had so much trouble here.

The fire glimmers slightly in the fireplace. A log burns

through and rolls off, throwing up a small shower of sparks.

MRS. VOORHEES

(continuing)

Camp Blood.

MRS. VOORHEES has almost completely calmed the girl down.

Strokes her soft hair.

MRS. VOORHEES

(continuing)

You know a boy drowned the year before

those two others were killed? An

accident? It was inadequate supervision.

The counsellors were not paying enough

attention... They were making love when

that boy drowned.

ALICE looks up as the WOMAN strokes her hair.

ANOTHER ANGLE:
MCU as the OLDER WOMAN's hand strokes the

YOUNGER WOMAN's hair. The hand is missing its little finger!

The THEME enters upon the TRACK in a lyrical, child-like

version, echoing back to another era, pretty and light.

MRS. VOORHEES

(continuing)

We should go now.

ALICE:

Maybe we should wait for Mr. Christy.

MRS. VOORHEES shakes her head gently.

MRS. VOORHEES

No. That won't be necessary.

As she speaks, MRS. VOORHEES reaches into her slicker in a

surreptitious manner and very slowly slips out a long hunting

knife.

ALICE:

I don't understand.

MIXED on the TRACK, filtered, echoed and distant, is the SOUND

of a ten year old boy, JASON, crying for help in a fantasy

version of what might have happened when he drowned in 1957.

JASON (V.O.)

(filtered)

Help me, mommy... save me... please,

mommy... please, mommy... help me, mommy...

save me....

MRS. VOORHEES

(cocking her hand to listen)

I am, Jason. I am.

ALICE:

(a little confused)

Why shouldn't we wait for Mr. Christy?

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