Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan Page #5

WAYNE:

Too cool, J.J. Your parents came

through.

She pops out the guitar cable from her practice amp.

J.J.

No lie. I hear there's a big power

room down below where I can get

supreme concert hall echo. Come down

and shoot a basement tape on me, okay?

WAYNE:

Sure...but I gotta shoot some

shockumentary footage first.

He avoids eye contact when he says it. She gives him a

look.

J.J.

Man, don't tell me you're still trying

to scam on Tamara...

His non-answer means yes. J.J. walks over to him,

grabbing his cheeks, shaking them like jello.

J.J.

How long have we known each other?

Don't be a dweeb, Wayne. She's not

interested in you, only what you can

do for her. She's a user.

WAYNE:

She's sexy.

J.J.

So's this guitar. So what?

WAYNE:

I'll catch you later.

He exits. She mumbles something under her breath, coiling

up her amp cord.

INT. CORRIDOR - TRACKING WITH WAYNE

as he walks onward. DROP DOWN to find his FEET as he

passes a DARK ALCOVE...which happens to have SLIMY

FOOTPRINTS AND SEAWEED leading into it. Camera FOLLOWS

the footprints, RISING again and with dim recognition,

our eyes fall on JASON. Lurking in the shadows. But not

for long.

INT. POWER ROOM - DAY

Massive, very dark, backlit steam seeping from a maze of

pipes overhead. No windows. A wall of circuit breakers

and voltage meters decorate one wall, quietly humming

generators on the opposite side. J.J. appears with her

guitar, amp and ghetto blaster, appreciative of the

surroundings.

J.J.

This place is aching for a video.

Wayne, you're an a**hole.

She finds an outlet and plugs in her equipment.

JASON'S POINT OF VIEW

We're peering at J.J. predatorially through the steam,

moving through it, behind the generators.

J.J.

pops a cassette into her blaster, jamming the "play"

button. A loud rock 'n roll rhythm track blasts out.

JASON'S POINT OF VIEW

moving around the generators, eyeing her sleek leather

pants as she bends over to plug in her axe.

TIGHT ON ELECTRIC GUITAR

as J.J. snaps the male end of the plug into the female.

receptacle.

JASON'S FACE

appears for an instant through the vapor, then vanishes.

J.J.

screams out the opening licks of her solo in sync with

her playback. The generators are causing a breeze which

makes her hair dance, steam flowing between her legs.

She's lost in her music, building to a crescendo, bending

the high "E" string above the upper octave fret. She

opens her eyes with the pleasure of it and sees:

JASON:

emerging from a cloud of vapor like her worst nightmare.

EXT. UPPER DECK - SAME TIME

as J.J.'s SCREAM echoes from an exhaust duct. WHIP PAN to

find the crazed DECK HAND standing just below it,

reacting with dread. He's the only one who has heard it.

INT. POWER ROOM - SAME TIME

as Jason tears the guitar off her body, raising it in the

air like a hatchet. The horrified girl flees down a

narrow maze of steel steps, forced back against a

generator with nowhere to go. PUSH IN on her face for one

last look at her before:

JASON:

swings the guitar downward and buries it in J.J.'s skull.

EXT. UPPER DECK - SAME TIME

as the Deck Hand flinches upon the thick, dull sound of

her demise, followed by discordant feedback from her

guitar...and eventual silence. He reaches into his breast

pocket, his hand shaking badly as he sips from a flask of

Early Times.

EXT. OCEAN - NIGHT (EFX)

as LIGHTNING FLASHES over a gray, choppy sea. A storm is

imminent. The Princess Ruby finally appears, cutting

through whitecaps, no land in sight.

CLOSE UP - INK DIP PEN

as Rennie's hand carefully dips it in India ink, moving

to a blank page in her journal. She hesitates for several

beats.

INT. RENNIE'S STATEROOM - NIGHT

No inspiration. She puts down the pen, looking at her

dog, who's curled up on the bed.

RENNIE:

What do you think...time for some

personal experiences to fuel our

minds?

The dog's eyes blink, but no more than that.

RENNIE:

I agree.

Rennie moves to her closet, finding a silk blouse and

some black satin pants.

EXT. OUTSIDE DECK - SAME TIME

Wind is picking up, sweeping thick mist past a row of

decorative flags. One of them flaps back...AND EXPOSES

JASON.

THROUGH JASON'S EYES (FLYING WALL EFX)

as the flag whips our faces. We MOVE through it, down the

empty passageway, coming to a porthole window. Rennie's

window. We peer through it with unnerving intensity at

the backside of Rennie as she pulls off her T-shirt,

slipping on the blouse. Camera continues through the

tiny round window, floating across the room, over Toby

and the bed...until we're INCHES FROM THE BACK OF

RENNIE'S HEAD. She suddenly spins around in fright,

facing us point-blank, and:

REVERSE ANGLE:

Nobody is there, her porthole window empty. But there's

something surreal about the window...

TIGHT ON PORTHOLE WINDOW (EFX)

Empty grayness...then EIGHT YEAR OLD JASON FLOATS UP FROM

BELOW, BUBBLES ESCAPING FROM HIS LIPS. The porthole has

become a window into the depths of Crystal Lake.

RENNIE:

feels her throat catch with terror and an instant later:

DOG TOBY:

begins to bark vociferously, rushing to her cabin door,

scratching to get out.

RENNIE'S EYES

are distracted to Toby for a second; when she looks back

at the porthole, she sees:

AN EMPTY WINDOW:

No water, no drowning boy.

RENNIE:

snaps out of it, moving to the door, where her dog is

frantically clawing with his fur up.

RENNIE:

Okay Toby, calm down...

She's talking to herself as much as the dog. Rennie

closes the curtains on her window, then steps to her

door. She swings the door open for Toby...and exposes

an empty hall. Toby scrapes his way out of the room,

dashing off down the hall, snarling.

INT. SHIP CORRIDOR - NIGHT

as Toby runs straight toward us. PAN with him as he

rushes around a corner, leading us into a view of TAMARA

and EVA, disappearing down a staircase.

INT. MENS GYM - DAY

A strong seventeen year-old black kid, JULIUS GAW, is

going a few rounds with another senior boy who's clearly

losing the boxing match. Julius dances around him on the

mat like he's Mike Tyson, several other boys cheering

them on.

REVERSE ANGLE - LOCKER ROOM WINDOW

as Tamara and Eva step into view. Eva glances around,

feeling out of place in the men's locker room.

EVA:

I'm not sure we're supposed to be

here, Tamara.

A couple of skinny boys wearing only towels walk by. But

Tamara doesn't notice them, her face pressed up against

the glass, watching Julius.

TAMARA:

Is that a muscular bod or what?

Tamara puts on a sexy smile. The other boxer sees her

instead, instantly distracted. Julius lays him out with a

left-right-left combination. The onlookers applaud.

Julius pulls out his mouthpiece, giving Tamara a wicked

smile.

TAMARA:

He's undefeated, you know that?

(beat)

Julius is the only senior I'd even

consider doing it with. If he wasn't

black, that is.

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