Friday the 13th Page #7

NED:

God, but I love that sexy talk.

BRENDA snatches the bow from him, shakes her head and puts the

bow down next to a collection of wicked-looking arrows.

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40 INT. ARTS & CRAFTS CABIN - DAY

This is a fairly large single room. The walls are bare and

uninsulated. There are a few easels, but for the most part,

the room is dominated by long tables and rough-hewn benches.

The light seeps through the streaked windows, making the grey

wood interior appear silver-colored. ALICE, her hair in a

bandana, has just finished sweeping up.

The CAMERA picks up on ALICE's sketch of the central camp area

on one easel. On a second easel she has done the preliminary

sketch of the lake itself. It is also a moody picture.

ALICE c*cks her head to look at the sketches, shivers just a

little, then goes on to her next task. There is a row of newly-

arrived cardboard boxes. She opens the first in CU with a

matte knife. She take out the invoice and checks it against

the first items:
gimp, the plastic string from which all the

campers will make lanyards.

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41 EXT. ARTS & CRAFTS CABIN - DAY

We watch through one of the dusty panes, seeing the charcoal

sketch in the FG, ALICE in the BG checking her materials

against her invoice.

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42 INT. ARTS & CRAFTS CABIN - DAY (INTERCUT)

ALICE snaps around, sensing that she is being watched. In CU

her frightened face looks at the sun-drenched dusty pane. Her

face relaxes until BANG! The sound of a door slamming echoes

through the room.

The CAMERA ZOOMS BACK from her face to see someone standing in

the doorway.

It is BILL.

BILL:

Sorry. How you doing?

ALICE smiles, then turns back to her job of taking inventory.

BILL watches her.

ALICE:

Did you want something?

She starts to take a box down from a high shelf. She doesn't

realize that there is something on top of the box.

BILL:

Steve said you were thinking of leaving.

True?

ALICE:

Un-hunh.

ALICE lugs down the box and suddenly a bunch of leather-working

tools clatters down, shattering the silence. ALICE fends off

the flying implements and BILL rushes to her side.

ALICE:

(continuing)

Oh, my God...

BILL:

You okay?

She nods.

BILL:

(continuing)

You're lucky.

They stoop down to pick up the fallen tools from the floor.

BILL looks at her while they work.

BILL:

(continuing)

How come you're leaving?

ALICE:

It's long and personal. It has nothing

to do with you or the other kids.

BILL:

Maybe I can help?

ALICE looks at BILL and smiles. This really is a very nice, if

naive, young man.

ALICE:

And it's this place. It makes no sense,

but it spooks me.

BILL:

(smiling)

You're right. It makes no sense.

As ALICE nods, she is interrupted by a shrill scream outside.

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43 EXT. ARTS & CRAFTS CABIN - DAY

MARCIE is the source of the scream. She runs towards the

CAMERA, dressed in cut-offs and a floral halter. Her feet are

bare. When she get closer, we see that she is being chased by

JACK and NED who have found two giant green bullfrogs. The

screams were not serious and MARCIE is doing some of it for

effect. BRENDA brings up the rear. They are all dressed more

or less for a frolic in the lake.

BILL and ALICE stand in front of the Arts & Crafts cabin. BILL

is smiling, ALICE is a little bit amused.

MARCIE:

Help me! Save me! The frog people are

after me! It's swim time at Camp Crystal

Lake. Come on, Alice, I need protection!

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44 EXT. CRYSTAL LAKE - DAY

A LONG WIDE SHOT reveals the cool, clear lake during the lull

of a hot afternoon.

At the edge of the lake, in the shallows, are the members of

the group:
MARCIE, JACK, NED, BRENDA, BILL and ALICE. They

are sitting or paddling or diving off the float. There is no

real attempt to exert too much energy.

Gradually we become aware that this LONG WIDE SHOT is someone's

POV. The CAMERA moves from its stable position, now hand-held,

on a trajectory around the side of the lake, out of sight.

Branches, brush, and twigs are butted through. Occasionally,

we can see part of the PROWLER's arm fending off the underbrush.

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