Friday the 13th Page #22

128 EXT. RIFLE RANGE SHACK - NIGHT

A single bulb outside the building shows ALICE as she bursts

through the door.

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129 INT. RIFLE RANGE SHACK - NIGHT

It is a small cabin. On the walls are five .22 calibre rifles.

ALICE runs into the dimly lit cabin and takes one of the rifles

from the wall.

She rummages in a drawer. It's empty. She tries another.

Empty.

ALICE:

Where are the goddamned bullets?

The next drawer has a lock and hasp on it.

ALICE looks around.

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130 EXT. RIFLE RANGE SHACK - NIGHT

MRS. VOORHEES is on her way, charging through the night.

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131 INT. RIFLE RANGE SHACK - NIGHT

ANGLE ON ALICE:
She whacks the hasp with the butt of the

rifle. The hasp doesn't give. She gives it another butt

stroke. It won't give. A shadow covers ALICE's back. She

turns.

ANOTHER ANGLE:
MRS. VOORHEES is standing in the doorway,

blocking the light. Still carrying the machete, MRS. VOORHEES

steps slowly toward ALICE.

ALICE, with an almost useless .22 in her hands, does the only

thing she can. She takes the weapon by the barrel and,

swinging it like a baseball bat, whacks MRS. VOORHEES on the

arm/shoulder, knocking the killer off balance and into the wall.

MRS. VOORHEES slams through a flimsy table, crushing it, and

drops to the floor.

ALICE runs out the door.

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132 EXT. MAIN CABIN FRONT - NIGHT

ALICE huffs past the dead camper van, through the mud to the

front door of the main cabin. She runs in quickly. There is

no sign of MRS. VOORHEES. She turns off the lights and runs

into the kitchen.

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133 INT. KITCHEN AREA - NIGHT

ALICE looks from side to side, hoping to find a place to hide.

She spots the half-open door to the larder, looks inside and

then hides there, closing the door behind her.

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134 INT. LARDER - NIGHT

There is some light that comes through the cracks and crevices.

ALICE's hands fasten onto the inside lock--the dead bolt type

which requires a key to unlock it from the other side.

ALICE relaxes a little bit now that she is locked inside.

As soon as she relaxes, we hear the front screen door slam.

Then we hear some shuffling around outside. The lights are

turned on.

JASON (V.O.)

Please kill her, mommy... Help me,

please. Kill her, mommy.

There is the sound of pots being rustled through. Then the

sound of another door being slammed.

ALICE relaxes again.

Then there is a silence. ALICE thinks about unlocking the door

now. She reaches out for the lock. Then thinks better of the

idea.

She cases down the door frame to the floor. On all sides are

the cans of food and cooking implements. There is a large

skillet, some bags of flour, etc.

ALICE covers her head with her arms.

The doorknob above her head (a few inches away) turns very

slowly. We see it, but she does not. MRS. VOORHEES' hand

finishes turning and now starts to push gently. There is

almost no give, but we see that the door is being tested.

The voice on the other side is very young, very sing-song.

JASON (O.S.)

Come out, come out, wherever you are...

ALICE jerks back and stands up on the far side of the small

room.

Fists bang in a rage on the floor.

ALICE:

Please...

ALICE folds her hands at the side of her face.

The fist-banging gives way to a short silence.

The silence is interrupted by a new sound: MRS. VOORHEES has

begun to use her machete to chop away at the outside of the

door to the larder.

REACTION SHOT:
ALICE... oh, my God...

At first we see nothing on our side. Then, gradually, we see

little slivers of lights admitted by the blade's chops. ALICE's

eyes race around the larder to try to find a weapon, a defense,

anything...

Larger holes are now made. MRS. VOORHEES stops just long enough

to take a peck inside. We can see her eye at the largest hole.

She goes back to whacking away at the door. The hole is near

the lock. It is soon big enough for MRS. VOORHEES to reach

inside with her hand and turn the rachet.

ALICE realizes she must defend herself. She reaches down and

picks up a heavy skillet and, as the door opens, ALICE raises

her weapon and, screaming, charges the woman who is trying to

come through the entrance.

MRS. VOORHEES chops down with the machete. ALICE fends off the

blow with the skillet that she holds with both hands above her

head. As the machete blade bounces off the skillet, ALICE is

able to swing the skillet downward and hit MRS. VOORHEES with

a solid blow on top of her head. MRS. VOORHEES sprawls

sideways across the table and then collapses in a heap on the

floor.

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