Friday the 13th Page #6

REVERSE POV to see MARCIE standing in the doorway.

MARCIE:

What are those for? An Indian raid?

She points to the row of hatchets and knives.

JACK:

Steve's got a woodlore program. You see

any life rings?

MARCIE looks behind some piled up equipment. She pulls out two

rings.

MARCIE:

Here. Meet me in my cabin after taps.

Okay, Camper?

She kisses him on the cheek and gives him a playful goose.

JACK:

For sure.

They exit together.

CUT TO:

37 EXT. ARTS & CRAFTS CABIN - DAY

STEVE CHRISTY comes upon ALICE, who is renailing floorboards on

the porch of the Arts & Crafts cabin. On the railing is a

sketch pad which Steve thumbs through.

INSERT:
ALICE'S SKETCH. It is a moody pierce, a sense of

foreboding dominates it. Otherwise, it is the camp's central

compound, featuring the tree that forms the central focus.

STEVE:

You draw very well.

ALICE:

Oh, thanks. I wish I could spend more

time at it.

ALICE misses a nail and hits her thumb. She reacts good-

naturedly and keeps on working.

STEVE bends down next to ALICE.

STEVE:

This isn't your cup of tea, hunh?

She shakes her head.

STEVE:

(continuing)

Any particular reason?

ALICE:

Just a feeling.

(pause)

Nothing personal.

STEVE:

(nodding)

You want to leave?

ALICE:

I don't know. Probably be best for

everybody.

STEVE:

You may not care a lot about this place,

Alice, but I mean to make it my whole

life. It's been my whole life. Gimme

a chance. Stay a week. Help get it

ready. Next Friday, if you're not

happy, I'll put you on the bus myself.

I'll be grateful.

He puts out a hand and runs the back of it across her cheek.

She looks up. She nods.

ALICE:

Next Friday.

STEVE:

Thanks, Alice.

He stands up.

STEVE:

(continuing)

I've got to go to town and pick up the

trailer and all that other stuff, but

I'll be back around ten. If you're

still up, we can talk, okay?

ALICE:

Sure.

She watches him cross out of FRAME.

CUT TO:

38 EXT. MAIN CABIN AREA - DAY (LATER)

STEVE is at the wheel of his Jeep. The COUNSELLORS are

standing within earshot, huddled around the Jeep.

JACK:

You want it listed separately?

STEVE:

Yeah. Brenda, after lunch hit the

archery range. If Annie gets here, have

her start in on the kitchen. Do your

best. Tomorrow we have a preliminary

inspection by the state safety people.

I'd like to look good.

He wheels the car around and out the driveway. The others

stand looking before NED breaks the silence.

NED:

He neglected to mention this place is

called "Camp Blood" downtown.

They are all getting back to work.

ALICE:

How come?

NED:

Some campers drowned. Then some

counsellors got killed.

BILL:

No sh*t. When?

NED:

Late fifties sometime. They never

caught the guy who did it either.

MARCIE:

Neddy collects weird facts. Next he is

going to tell us that there are poisonous

snakes in the outhouse and green lizards

in the lake.

As they laugh, the CAMERA HOLDS on ALICE.

CUT TO:

39 EXT. ARCHERY RANGE - DAY

BRENDA has her sleeves rolled up and is doing her job. She

enjoys having the responsibility for the whole safe operation of

this area. She likes to think of herself as more sophisticated

than she is--or have others think her more sophisticated.

BRENDA rolls a straw target out from under the lean-to shelter

and heads for a tripod in the middle distance. There are

already two such targets out, a product of her efforts so far.

The targets are heavy. This isn't an easy one-person job.

The CAMERA CLOSES IN tighter and tighter on her as she gets

closer to setting up the target.

In MCU, she lifts a target up. Her head is very close to the

face of the target. She gets it up, lets the tripod take the

weight, and then, just as she lifts her weight back, an arrow

streaks into the center of the gold, missing her head by

eighteen inches.

BRENDA whips around.

WE SEE WHAT SHE SEES: a very cocky NED, standing by the lean-

to with a bow in his hands and three more arrows knocked

simultaneously. He has a feather stuck in his hair.

She grabs the arrow and storms at him.

BRENDA:

You're crazy!

She snaps the arrow in half.

NED:

Did anyone ever tell you you're

beautiful when you're angry?

BRENDA:

(plussed)

I don't believe you...

NED:

Want to see my trick shot? It's even

better.

BRENDA still thinks he's a jerk, but he's so outrageous there's

little she can do. She laughs.

BRENDA:

(still laughing)

You ever fire one of those bows again,

and I'll tack you up on the wall to dry.

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