Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan Page #4

Rennie frantically points over the ramp edge, unable to

speak. Miss Van Deusen quickly looks and sees:

MISS VAN DEUSEN'S POINT OF VIEW

The water is calm. No Young Jason.

RETURN TO SHOT:

as Rennie gets a hold of herself.

RENNIE:

I just got a little dizzy. I'm fine.

She continues up the ramp. HOLD on Miss Van Deusen,

watching her go, somewhat troubled by it. RACK to

McCulloch below her, also watching. Extremely concerned.

RENNIE:

continues along the starboard side, not risking another

glance overboard. She passes an older, very deranged DECK

HAND, mopping the deck. HOLD on him, his bloodshot eyes

following her like a crazed raven.

INT. BRIDGE - CLOSE ON HARPOON - DAY

Sharp and rusty, mounted on the wall amidst jagged

scaling knives, shark jaws and other artifacts. WIDEN to

reveal they are surrounding a navigational chart on the

cruise ship's bridge. Admiral Robertson and his CHIEF

ENGINEER are preparing for departure, checking the OMEGA

satellite computer as well as the LORAN.

ADMIRAL ROBERTSON

(checking watch)

Let's take in the brow.

CHIEF ENGINEER:

Yes Sir.

(into intercom phone.)

Take in the gangway and single up all

lines.

SEAN and MILES enter the room; Sean gets a glance from

his Dad. Miles is very impressed with the bridge.

SEAN:

Hello, Dad.

MILES:

Hey, Admiral Robertson. Love your

ship.

ADMIRAL ROBERTSON

She's a beauty, isn't she? I should've

retired from the Navy ten years ago.

MILES:

You've really been generous to give us

this cruise. I know I speak for

everybody on board.

Everybody...with the possible exception of Sean. He

avoids eye contact with his father.

ADMIRAL ROBERTSON

Hell, there's just twenty or so of you

-- we only need a skeleton crew and

it's a pleasure to sail her anyway.

(beat)

By the way, congratulations on winning

the intramural diving championships,

Miles. I'm sure you made your old man

proud.

Admiral Robertson gives his own son a glance; maybe Sean

should think about doing the same.

CHIEF ENGINEER:

Have you decided on your departure

protocol, Admiral?

ADMIRAL ROBERTSON

Actually, I thought I'd leave the

honors to my son.

SEAN:

Dad, I don't think...

ADMIRAL ROBERTSON

(to Chief Engineer, ignoring

Sean)

Relinquishing command of the Princess

Ruby to Captain Sean Robertson.

Sean has no say in the matter. Miles can feel his

friend's nervousness as well.

ADMIRAL ROBERTSON

But before you take the helm, take

this.

He tosses Sean a wrapped box. Sean opens it. Inside is a

navigational computer the size of a calculator, sitting

next to a rusty old sextant.

ADMIRAL ROBERTSON

Something old and something new. I

used the sextant when I was your age,

but now they have these goddamn

computers to do all the work for you.

CHIEF ENGINEER:

(to Sean)

Have you decided on a plan of

departure, Captain?

Sean's nervous. He eyes the Omega, quickly glancing at

the LORAN, briefly referring to the navigational chart.

SEAN:

How about if we start up the forward

engines and come around. 180

degrees...

ADMIRAL ROBERTSON

Aren't you forgetting something?

Sean looks flustered. Admiral Robertson storms to a

large button, pressing it three times, piercing the air

with three long blasts of the ship's horn. It

underscores his frustration.

ADMIRAL ROBERTSON

We're in foggy weather! Send out the

international maritime signal that a

vessel is backing down, followed by a

security broadcast warning other

ships!

He shoves the mike out at Sean, but he doesn't grab it,

leaving the bridge, humiliated. There's an awkward moment

for Miles, unable to find any appropriate words. He exits

as well. Admiral Robertson stares out the bridge window,

saddened and frustrated. It wasn't supposed to go this

way.

EXT. DECK - ON SEAN

as he continues away, his retreat blocked by the DECK

HAND. The crazy old man pierces a dead serious stare at

Sean.

DECK HAND:

This voyage is doomed.

SEAN:

Yeah, tell me about it.

Sean sidesteps him, moving on.

EXT. HARBOR - DAY (CRANE SHOT)

Parents and relatives wave gleefully from the docks as

CAMERA RISES AND ROTATES to find eighteen or so teenagers

1ining the upper deck, happily waving back. The ship

begins to slice through serene water. The voyage has

begun.

CLOSER ON HULL:

The water begins to ripple as the ship's speed increases.

All seems normal...until JASON'S HANDS APPEAR, CLINGING

TO A LOOSE MOORING LINE DRAGGING IN THE WATER. He

slithers up the side towards the deck as dense fog

breezes past him.

EXT. DECK - DAY

as Sean continues along, hands in pockets. He turns a

corner and collides with RENNIE, walking her dog. His

eyes instantly brighten, as do hers.

SEAN:

Rennie...

RENNIE:

Hi, Sean.

SEAN:

I heard you weren't coming.

RENNIE:

(glances at Toby)

We changed our minds.

Sean pats her dog. There's an awkward pause...they are

obviously in the early stages-of a relationship.

Sean reaches into his coat pocket, bringing back a small

necklace-sized box.

SEAN:

I got you a present.

RENNIE:

But I didn't get you one...

SEAN:

Forget it. It's a dumb little thing

anyway.

Rennie opens it up, exposing a petite silver necklace

with a Statue of Liberty pendant on it. She's touched.

RENNIE:

Sean...it's beautiful.

Sean takes it from her, snapping it around her neck.

SEAN:

I thought maybe we could hike to the

top of the Statue when we got there,

if you felt like it. It's supposed to

be 22 stories tall.

RENNIE:

I'd love to.

MCCULLOCH (O.S.)

Your father was looking for you, Mr.

Robertson.

McCulloch appears behind them. The mood has been broken.

SEAN:

I guess I'll see you later.

Sean leaves. McCulloch steps up to Rennie, pointing out

to the foggy sea. Her respiration increases as she

psyches herself up to look.

MCCULLOCH:

There's a storm predicted tonight.

Rennie looks at the ocean, forcing herself not to turn

away.

MCCULLOCH:

You're making a big mistake, Rennie.

It's not too late to put you back on

land.

RENNIE:

I'm staying.

MCCULLOCH:

If Miss Van Deusen knew how afraid you

were of...

RENNIE:

She didn't push me into coming.

MCCULLOCH:

Why are you doing this to yourself?

RENNIE:

I don't even know why I'm afraid,

Uncle Charles. I can't even remember

when it started. Don't you think it's

time I found out and got over it?

He takes a measured pause.

MCCULLOCH:

Facing your fear doesn't always

conquer it.

RENNIE:

I'm staying.

He's not going to change her mind.

P.O.V. - RENNIE AND MCCULLOCH (B & W/VIEWFINDER MATTE)

through a porthole window...and through the viewfinder

of a video camcorder. McCulloch shakes his head, turning

away from Rennie and walking away. A sinister electric

guitar solo screeches out. PAN with McCulloch as he

passes the window, coming around 180 degrees into a CLOSE

UP of J.J. JARRETT, fingering a sleek Gibson "Flying V."

J.J.

(into camera)

Is this axe awesome or what?

INT. J.J.'S STATEROOM - DAY

as J.J., a female rocker in the vein of band "Vixen,"

continues to wail on her guitar. She's wearing a black

leather corset, with wildly teased deep red hair. Holding

the camcorder is WAYNE WEBBER, MTV-acclimated, wearing

the latest hip prescription glasses.

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