Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan Page #11

REVERSE ANGLE:

She's facing MCCULLOCH. He immediately reaches past her,

yanking the lever back to its center position, and:

THE ANCHOR CHAIN (SECOND UNIT)

grinds to a halt.

RETURN TO SHOT:

as McCulloch faces her, angrily grabbing Rennie's arms,

shouting over the storm.

MCCULLOCH:

You had me worried to death!

RENNIE:

But Sean said...

MCCULLOCH:

I'm the one you should be listening

to! Do you think dropping an anchor in

the middle of a storm makes any sense

whatsoever?

She tries to find some defense, but McCulloch leads her

off before any wards come forth.

CLOSE UP - EXERCISE MAT

as a pair of SKEET RIFLES, three FIRE AXES, a FLARE GUN

and several POOL CUES are dumped onto the foam padded

plastic.

INT. EXERCISE ROOM - NIGHT

where Julius has gathered his small group of vigilantes,

including Miles and Wayne.

JULIUS:

I managed to scrounge this sh*t from

the game room and hallways. Grab what

you want.

Wayne takes one of the rifles; Miles grabs the axe.

WAYNE:

What are you taking, Julius?

JULIUS:

(flexes fists)

Nothin'.

WAYNE:

(dead serious)

We're talking the possibility of Jason

Voorhees here.

Julius pauses. He's not stupid.

JULIUS:

Nothin' but this gun.

He reaches down, picking up the other rifle. And they

move.

INT. STATEROOM HALLWAY/RENNIE'S ROOM - NIGHT

as McCulloch guides his niece down the hallway, swinging

her door open.

RENNIE:

Can't we at least talk about it?

MCCULLOCH:

I refuse to discuss this ridiculous

notion that a ghoul is terrorizing

this ship.

RENNIE:

But what about the drowning boy I've

been seeing?

He avoids eye contact. McCulloch takes her hand, ushering

her across the threshold. She's standing inside her room

now; he's in the hallway.

MCCULLOCH:

Whatever you've been...imagining...

has nothing to do with Jason Voorhees.

(pause)

I want you to be safe, Rennie. That's

all I care about.

RENNIE:

I'm not staying in my room, Uncle

Charles.

MCCULLOCH:

This isn't a request.

He closes the door on her face, pulling out a key,

locking the dead bolt. She pounds on it from the other

side.

RENNIE (O.S.)

Uncle Charles!

He ignores her, briskly walking away.

INT. RENNIE'S STATEROOM - SAME TIME

as she throws her fists against the door a final time,

realizing it's futile.

INT. POWER ROOM - NIGHT

Steam continues to seep from the maze of criss-crossing

pipes. Wayne appears on one of the catwalks. He's holding

the skeet rifle under one arm, using the sun gun off his

video camera to guide him.

WAYNE:

J.J. -- you down here?

CLOSER ANGLE:

as Wayne carefully lets his light guide him down the

precarious walkway. An unexpected blast of steam scares

the crap out of him, causing him to stumble.

INSERT - WAYNE'S GLASSES (SECOND UNIT)

--They slip off the bridge of his nose, skittering down

through the catwalk and pipes to God knows where.

WAYNE:

lies helplessly on the metal grid work, realizing his

bleak predicament has just been squared. He pulls himself

to a standing position again.

WAYNE:

We got a major problem, Wayne.

WAYNE'S BLURRY POINT OF VIEW

His vision now gives him shadows and shapes rather than

crisp images. He raises the gun and continues unsteadily

forward.

POINT OF VIEW THROUGH GRID WORK

as Wayne inches forward. Camera slowly PANS INTO A

PROFILE OF JASON, watching him from a catbird seat.

WAYNE:

takes another step, almost tripping on a set of stairs

leading down to the next level. And when he arrives

there...

WAYNE'S BLURRY POINT OF VIEW

...A LARGE FIGURE STEPS OUT, HOLDING WHAT APPEARS TO BE A

KNIFE.

WAYNE:

instantly raises the rifle and FIRES...

WAYNE'S BLURRY POINT OF VIEW

...and the body goes down. He's hit him!

WAYNE:

stands there, breathing some relief. He gets an idea,

looking through his camcorder eyepiece. Wayne begins to

adjust the eyepiece diaptor.

WAYNE'S POINT OF VIEW (B & W/VIEWFINDER MATTE)

as the figure on the ground slips in and out of focus,

finally becoming crisp. WAYNE HAS SHOT A CREW MEMBER --

the same good looking one Tamara and Eva ogled earlier.

He's holding a screwdriver from his waist band tool set,

not a knife.

WAYNE:

slowly lowers his camera as his heart rises into his

throat.

WAYNE:

No...

He raises his camcorder again, hoping a second view will

reveal a dead Jason rather than this young man.

WAYNE'S POINT OF VIEW (B & W/VIEWFINDER MATTE)

He gets half his wish: a HOCKEY MASK NOW FILLS HIS

FRAME...but Jason is far from dead. Wayne catches a split-

second glimpse of Jason's fist coming towards him, then

the camera is KNOCKED FROM HIS EYE AND THE WORLD BECOMES

DARK AND BLURRY.

WAYNE:

screams, blindly running as fast as he can. He trips,

picking himself up, stumbling down the catwalk stairs.

Wayne makes it about ten feet before he stumbles over

something, bringing with it a harsh strum from an

ELECTRIC GUITAR.

ANGLE - WAYNE'S FEET

Sure enough, his left shoe is resting on the pickups of a

blood-streaked Gibson Flying V.

TIGHT ON WAYNE:

--sprawled out on the metal floor. He gropes around, his

hands feeling something. It sends chills from his groin

up through his scalp.

WAYNE:

No no no...

REVERSE ANGLE:

Wayne's hands are touching J.J.'S BLOODY FACE, A LARGE

CRACK IN HER SKULL. He doesn't have time to scream or cry

because

JASON:

hoists him off of J.J.'s body and flings him into:

THE SHIP CIRCUIT PANEL (EFX)

which shorts out with a fanfare of ELECTRICAL SPARKS

AND FIRE, INSTANTLY FRYING WAYNE.

INT. BRIDGE - SAME TIME

as the overhead lights briefly flicker, then resume

normal operation. Sean stands opposite the navigational

chart, ping-ponging between it and the ship's

computers as Miss Van Deusen paces nervously.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

What was that??

SEAN:

(very worried)

I don't know.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

(trying not to panic)

What happens if we don't get control

of the ship, Sean? I want you to tell

me the truth.

SEAN:

(beat)

We could hit a reef, collide with

another ship...we could be out here

for weeks before anybody spotted us.

They are suddenly jolted with a DOOR SLAM as McCulloch

storms onto the bridge.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

Did you find Rennie?

MCCULLOCH:

She's locked safe in her room, no

thanks to either of you.

(like Sean isn't even in the

room)

Has he brought it back on course yet?

Sean doesn't look at him, still trying to assimilate the

wall of components.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

He's doing the best he can, Charles.

MCCULLOCH:

He's the son of the Captain, for

Chrissakes. You'd think he'd be able

to operate this thing!

Sean closes his eyes, trying to keep from losing his mind

and temper. A fierce WAVE slaps the windows in front of

Sean's face, motivating him to get his sh*t together. He

checks the Omega and LORAN.

MCCULLOCH:

Well?

Sean doesn't answer, moving to the seat behind the helm.

His father's seat. Sean takes the chair, adjusting the

wheel, watching the compass. He studies a series of

buttons on the console.

CLOSE UP - WALL OF BUTTONS

We PAN across them, stopping on one labeled "FIRE ALARM -

DO NOT BREAK EXCEPT IN CASE OF EMERGENCY." Camera

continues around to find we are in the POWER ROOM, NOT on

the bridge. Our vision suddenly lands on JASON, staring

at the alarm button, considering. He glances back over

his shoulder.

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