Friday the 13th Part 2: Jason Page #2

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You got it?

Got you, huh? What d'you think?

The second act needs work.

- Too bad.

- C'mon.

You got him. You got him now.

Go on.

- That's luck, right?

- Thanks a lot.

Next.

- Hi, Terry. Do you wanna dance?

- No, thank you.

Hi. How about you?

Do you wanna dance?

So there I was, sitting in this

fast-food joint, thinking to myself,

Scott, old boy, what are you going

to do with the rest of your life?

I'm striking out all over the place.

Well, I think I've got you. Check.

Wrong, white man.

Checkmate.

Well, what next?

I could get my arm broken by Mark,

my brains

ponged by our electronical wizard...

...or bed.

Good night, Paul.

See you in the morning.

I just gotta see that place.

- What place?

- That camp. Camp Blood.

You're crazy.

Maybe there is something

in that legend.

- I'm serious.

- No way. I'm not going there.

- Besides, Paul said it's off limits.

- We'll see.

Hello?

Who's there?

- Paul, goddamn it!

- Hey, calm down.

You'll wake the natives.

I'm not supposed to be

fraternising with the staff.

I won't tell.

I missed you, Ginny.

I was worried

when you didn't show on time.

Paul, there's something

I think I should tell you.

BEWARE OF BEARS:

Hey, come on!

What's the matter, guys?

Jeff, the women are showing you up.

We've got about half a mile,

then we'll have lunch.

Try to stay on this trail,

because there's poison ivy here.

- How far are we from camp?

- You're gonna trip on that.

After lunch

we're gonna do some more running.

- Here you go, Ted.

- Thank you, dear.

- Come and get 'em!

- I'm here.

Muffin? Here, girl.

Terry, lunch.

OK. I'm coming.

Jeff, are you ready?

- For what?

- Camp Blood.

- We're not supposed to go there.

- They'll never know we're gone.

Jeff, I'm serious.

I really wanna see it.

When we get back to the city,

we can tell everyone we were there.

Oh, come on, you chickenshit.

OK, let's go.

OK, you guys. I got one. Ready?

What's green and red,

and moves at 100 miles an hour?

- What?

- A frog in a blender.

Ha-ha. That wasn't funny.

- What's brown and sits on a piano?

- Your face.

Beethoven's last movement.

God!

This must be it.

- Oh, my God!

- What is it?

Looks like a dog.

- It's too mangled to tell.

- What did it?

Wild animal, I guess.

What are you kids doing out here?

Keep your people away from

that place, Holt. It's condemned.

Next time I catch anybody,

I'll run 'em in.

- He said...

- I'll handle this.

- Might get a warrant against you.

- Really?

Look, Holt... people say what you're

doing with these kids is great.

You've got a good reputation.

But if I was you,

I'd have located in the next county.

You're too close.

It's been quiet for five years.

That's how we want it.

So do I, Officer.

You two, take off.

We'll talk at dinner.

- We'll never do it again, sir.

- Thanks, Mr Holt.

You're not even

going to reprimand them?

No punishment?

What kind of place is this?

- Ginny?

- Yes, Paul?

No seconds on dessert

for Jeff and Sandra tonight.

You OK?

Shall we tell Terry

about what we saw?

No way. As far as I'm concerned,

we didn't see a thing.

Hey, you!

Oh, my God!

Who made this sh*t?

OK, people.

Today was fun and games.

I like to start you out slow.

Tomorrow, we'll get serious.

Anybody wants a last night

on the town, now's your chance.

Who else? We only have two cars.

Our wanderers

have volunteered to watch the camp.

Isn't that nice of them?

I'll stay, too. Muffin may show.

Well, I'm gonna go change.

I'm pretty tired.

I think I'll stick around, too.

- Would you get me a coffee?

- Don't drink too much.

Hey, you staying?

Yeah. Nothing spoils a party

like a drunk in a wheelchair.

That's crap.

We can go together if you want.

I appreciate that,

but I'm in... training.

- Then I'm staying, too.

- Suit yourself.

- How about it? You coming?

- You buying?

- Sure.

- You got a deal.

Can I have the keys?

Beer time!

Take it easy. Have fun.

I'll have a Jack for you.

- See you later.

- Bring back my truck in one piece.

- I'm going for a walk.

- We'll wait up for you.

Go, Scooter.

Now I know

how you afford grad school.

You always find some fool

to fix your car and buy you a beer.

You got it.

Muffin?

- Here we are!

- Alright.

Everybody, get some beers! Alright!

C'mon, Mark.

You're gonna lose. Alright.

Cheater.

OK. Two out of three.

Jeff... don't wear yourself out.

You wanna wrestle, come with me.

Later, Scooter.

Wanna take me on?

Sure. Have a seat.

- I only want your fingers.

- What?

Take your pick.

They're Ted's. It's OK with him.

Football and hockey.

Which one do you prefer?

The one with the puck.

- You mean hockey?

- Is that what you call it?

OK. What d'you wanna play for?

Position.

Looking for something?

- Come and get it.

- Give me my shirt, Scott.

If I get my hands on you...!

Scott!

It's no longer funny, Scott.

Help! Goddamn that Paul.

Him and his wilderness bullshit.

- What can I do?

- Get me down.

- I'll have to get a knife.

- Well, hurry, OK?

I ought to let you hang, you pervert.

C'mon, Ter. Give me a break.

- You gonna cut the crap?

- Anything. I promise.

OK.

Don't go anywhere.

Very funny!

Where is she?

Scott, I'm gonna cut you down.

But if you ever do this to me again,

I'm gonna kill you.

Scott?

Look at this.

I think I'm in love.

No, it's just tremendous affection.

Are you sure

you don't want me to clear those?

No, I'm collecting these.

Have it your way. I just don't want

the bar to fall down on you.

Thanks.

- I think she likes you.

- I think so, too.

This whole thing's ridiculous.

Two of our kids got hauled in today

because five years ago,

some girl panics and falls out

of a canoe. It's absurd.

- What if there is a Jason?

- Bullshit, Ginny.

No, what if there is a boy-beast

running around Camp Crystal Lake?

Try to think beyond the legend.

Put it in real terms.

What would he be like today?

Some kind of

out-of-control psychopath?

A frightened retard?

A child trapped in a man's body?

Let me out!

- He'd be grown by now, right?

- Right.

The only person

that ever knew him was his mother.

He never went to school,

so he had no friends.

She was everything to him.

Yeah. Deranged killer.

No. You're missing my whole point.

I doubt Jason would have even known

the meaning of death.

At least until that horrible night.

He must've seen

the whole thing happen.

He must've seen his mother get

killed, all because she loved him.

Isn't that what her revenge

was all about?

Her sense of loss, her rage

at what she thought happened,

her love for him?

Bizarre, isn't it?

He must be out there now, crying

for her return, her resurrection.

- What d'you think?

- I think you're drunk.

I'll drink to that.

Hit us again, sweetheart.

Not me.

Paul, I'm really serious

about this stuff.

Jason's a legend, Ginny.

Your turn. Three goals,

or you're gonna lose.

I've heard that one before.

Mark, what happened

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