Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan Page #3

RENNIE:

That's wonderful, Miss Van

Deusen...what's it about?

She parks the car, turning off the ignition.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

A senior class cruise to Manhattan,

laced with romance, adventure and

murder.

(beat)

Or a Gothic cook book. I haven't

decided which.

She's coaxed the smile out of Rennie again. Miss Van

Deusen pulls a small wrapped box from her glove

compartment, handing it to Rennie, who seems utterly

surprised.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

Go on, open it.

Rennie pops off the lid, revealing an antique ink-dip

pen.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

Stephen King supposedly used it when

he was in high school.

RENNIE:

I don't know what to say...

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

Rennie, you're the best student I ever

had...you have a real gift. If anybody

can make use of that pen, it's you.

Rennie hugs her teacher. Camera RISES above the car's

window, finding a Mercedes 560 SL pulling in a short

distance away.

CLOSER ANGLE - MERCEDES

A sexy, money-dressed blonde is behind the wheel. TAMARA

MASON. She climbs from her leather seats as a trio of

SENIOR GIRLS walk by, offering enthusiastic hi's and

hellos. She's obviously Miss Popular. Tamara crosses to a

cute Japanese girl unloading luggage from a beige Honda,

EVA WATANABE.

. TAMARA

Are you ready for drugs, sex and rock

'n roll or what, girl?

Eva gives her a warning glance, nodding to her left.

Eva's MOTHER appears by the passenger door, forcing a

smile at Tamara.

MRS. WATANABE

Hello, Tamara.

TAMARA:

Hi, Mrs. Watanabe. Just kidding.

MRS. WATANABE

Yes, I'm sure.

Embarrassed, Eva hurries to her Mom, rushing a kiss

goodbye.

EVA:

Don't worry about a thing, Mom. I'll

have a terrific time and I won't do

anything stupid, okay?

Before Mrs. Watanabe can squeeze a word in, her daughter

is gone. She waves a bittersweet goodbye to her graduate.

MRS. WATANABE

I love you...

TRACKING WITH TAMARA AND EVA

Once they're out of Mrs. Watanabe's earshot --

TAMARA:

I hear the crew members are cute guys

in their twenties.

EVA:

Really?

TAMARA:

I'm sure we'll have no problem getting

them to party with us...especially

with this.

Tamara unzips her purse, revealing a baggie filled with

fine white powder. Eva looks very nervous.

TAMARA:

It's my graduation gift from Daddy. It

cost over a thousand bucks but it's

the best.

EVA:

He bought you that?

TAMARA:

More or less. It's part of my college

fund.

She grins coquettishly, walking on. Camera HOLDS on the

calm, foggy harbor...where the faint image of a HOUSEBOAT

is aimlessly drifting into port.

CLOSER ANGLE - HOUSEBOAT

Sure enough, it's the same one we saw JASON on last

night...but no one is behind the helm. It seems to be a

ghost ship.

EXT. DOCKSIDE - DAY

as Tamara tries to slip past McCulloch, busy with another

pair of seniors.

MCCULLOCH:

You can stop right there, Miss Mason.

He motions the others onward. Busted. Tamara instantly

hands Eva her drug-filled purse, paralyzing Eva.

MCCULL40CH

Only graduating seniors are allowed on

this cruise.

TAMARA:

What are you talking about?

MCCULLOCB:

You never turned in your final biology

project, so I've had your diploma

rescinded.

TAMARA:

You can't do that...

MCCULLOCH:

It's already been done.

(turning to Eva)

Congratulations on the 3.9 average,

Miss Watanabe. You're in stateroom two-

fifty-five.

Eva smiles awkwardly, reaching for her luggage, stalling

to see what happens with Tamara.

TAMARA:

Look, Mr. McCulloch, I got in a car

accident yesterday and missed our

appointment. It's okay, no big deal,

just a bruised arm...

(squeezes her arm)

...so I brought my project along

today. It's in my suitcase. Really.

He looks at her suitcase, not buying a word of this.

EVA:

She's telling the truth, Mr.

McCulloch. I saw her pack it.

He's surprised to hear this...and so is Tamara.

MCCULLOCH:

All right. But if it mysteriously

disappears en route, I'll have you

sent back home the minute we dock.

Understood?

TAMARA:

Perfectly.

She grabs her purse back from Eva, quickly moving on

before he changes his mind. Their voices become whispers.

TAMARA:

A major prick.

EVA:

What are you going to do?

TAMARA:

Improvise, of course.

EXT. DOCK PILINGS - SAME TIME

as the HOUSEBOAT haphazardly bumps into barnacle-covered

dock pilings, still around fifty yards from the cruise

ship.

POINT OF VIEW OUT HOUSEBOAT WINDOW

The window is splattered with blood, but still clear

enough to make out Tamara and Eva walking up the gangway,

along with a half dozen other teenagers mingling on

board.

TIGHT ON HOUSEBOAT'S ANCHOR CABLE

--or rather the remnants of it. It's a piece of frayed

woven metal charred by extreme electricity, severed just

above water level. Suddenly there's blurry movement

behind it; camera RACK FOCUSES just in time to catch a

glimpse of JASON SLIPPING OFF THE SIDE, FLOATING TOWARDS

THE PILINGS.

EXT. DOCKSIDE - SAME TIME

as McCulloch impatiently checks his watch and list again.

Miss Van Deusen walks up to him.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

Hello, Charles. Has everyone checked

in?

MCCULLOCH:

Jim Miller and Suzy Donaldson never

showed up. I'm a little concerned.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

Don't be. They probably decided to

explore each other rather than New

York.

He gives her a disdainful look, starting up the ramp.

MCCULLOCH:

Let's go -- we're running two minutes

late.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

Charles, there's someone else coming

along too.

He stops, following her glance. His face tightens.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

Rennie is walking toward them with a small suitcase, her

dog Toby striding next to her. She walks up to him,

starts to say something, then decides against it. Rennie

heads up the gangway. HOLD on McCulloch and Miss Van

Deusen. He's livid.

MCCULLOCH:

You have no right...

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

And neither do you. It's up to Rennie

to decide what she wants to do.

MCCULLOCH:

She doesn't know what she wants. She's

never had a stable life.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

And she sure doesn't have one now,

either. She needs to live.

MCCULLOCH:

I'm her legal guardian, not you or

anybody else, and I alone know what's

best for her. End of discussion.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

No, I think it's just the beginning.

She walks past him.

EXT. RAMP/SHIP - ON RENNIE

as she reaches the top of the gangway, her heart

pounding. Rennie pauses, working up the courage to look

out at the lake again.

RENNIE'S POINT OF VIEW

The ROWBOAT she saw earlier is still there, even closer

now.

RENNIE'S PUPILS

contract, her blood pumping faster. Then she hears a

FAINT VOICE BELOW HER...

VOICE (O.S.)

Hhhhelp me...

Rennie looks straight down at the water beneath her and

sees:

AN EIGHT YEAR OLD BOY

floundering in the water. It takes us only a moment to

recognize him -- IT'S YOUNG JASON. He's gasping, sucking

in huge amounts of liquid, exactly like he did in the

prologue.

YOUNG JASON:

Hhhhelp me....I'm drowning...

RENNIE:

leans back in terror, falling into Miss Van Deusen.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

What's wrong, Rennie??

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