Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan Page #7

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

Why on earth would you do something

like that?

TAMARA:

It was an accident, I swear...

Eva avoids eye contact, feeling awful. Sean comes walking

up, seeing Rennie.

SEAN:

What happened?

(to Rennie)

Rennie, are you okay?

RENNIE'S POINT OF VIEW

She's can't even hear Sean, her vision being splashed by

the chlorinated water. She sinks under the surface,

turning around...AND COMING FACE TO FACE WITH YOUNG

JASON. The eight year-old corpse GRABS HER ANKLE AND

TRIES TO DRAG HER DOWN.

SEAN'S POINT OF VIEW

as Rennie sinks under the surface, all alone, thrashing

in terror.

SEAN:

realizes she's in trouble. He immediately dives in after

her, pulling her to the pool's edge, where Miss Van

Deusen helps to lift her out.

TAMARA AND EVA:

quickly move on.

TAMARA:

That was truly excellent.

EVA:

(feels like sh*t)

Yeah.

TAMARA:

Time to check out the waiters.

EVA:

I think I'll pass. See you later,

okay?

TAMARA:

But...wait a minute!

Eva walks away. Tamara acts angry, but deep down she's

hurt.

TAMARA:

Some friend you are.

EXT. POOL SIDE - SAME TIME

as Sean climbs from the pool to join Miss Van Deusen, who

is trying to comfort Rennie.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

(to Sean)

Bring her a towel, okay?

Sean nods, hurrying off as others start to crowd around.

Miss Van Deusen looks up at them.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

She's fine -- everybody go back to

what you were doing.

They disperse. Rennie slowly starts to cry, holding tight

to her teacher.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

Care to talk about it?

After a moment to compose herself...

RENNIE:

I can't swim.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

I gathered that.

Rennie says nothing else. Miss Van Deusen knows she's

holding out.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

I had a skiing accident in high

school, broke my left leg. It took

three winters before I would even look

at the snow again...but the solution

kept eluding me.

(beat)

I finally took lessons. I've never

broken a bone since.

RENNIE:

It's not that simple.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

Maybe not. But you're not telling me

everything, are you?

RENNIE:

(long pause)

Whenever I get near the water, I see

this young boy drowning. He tries to

pull me down with him.

The teacher didn't expect this, taking a thoughtful

pause.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

When did this start?

RENNIE:

About four years ago...at Crystal

Lake. I spent a few summers there with

Uncle Charles inbetween boarding

school.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

After your parents passed away?

Rennie nods somberly.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

Did you have an accident in the lake?

RENNIE:

No. It was just a normal summer. I've

never been able to figure it out.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

Only one young boy ever drowned in

that lake, and that was before you

were even born. His name was Jason

Voorhees.

The name has triggered some deep memory...but the

recollection vanishes upon the sound of her uncle's

voice.

MCCULLOCH (O.S.)

Dear God...

ANOTHER ANGLE:

as McCulloch rushes over to Rennie, seeing that she's

soaked. He's livid.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

She's fine, Charles. Take it easy...

MCCULLOCH:

Oh, I can see that. You've done a

wonderful job of supervising the kids,

Miss Van Deusen.

RENNIE:

It wasn't her fault.

He gets Rennie to her feet just as Sean runs back with a

towel. McCulloch grabs it from him, wrapping it around

his niece, facing both Miss Van Deusen and Sean.

MCCULLOCH:

Stay away from her...both of you.

He starts to lead her away. The crazy DECK HAND blocks

their path, slipping his flask away.

DECK HAND:

He's come back and you're all going to

die.

Rennie gazes at the Deck Hand, then back at McCulloch.

RENNIE:

Just...leave me alone...

She pulls away from him, hurrying off, confused and

frightened. McCulloch's retinas pierce the Deck Hand with

scorn. He checks his watch, then storms off.

INT. TAMARA'S STATEROOM - NIGHT

as a loud, firm KNOCK punctuates the silence. Then comes

a sultry voice...

TAMARA (O.S.)

The door's open.

McCulloch swings it open.

MCCULLOCH:

I'm in no mood for any more stall

tactics, Miss Mason. Where is your

final project?

REVERSE ANGLE:

as Tamara fills a pair of champagne glasses with a bottle

of Dom Perignon. She's wearing a full body robe.

TAMARA:

Wouldn't you like a glass of champagne

first, Charles?

He's about to lose his temper. McCulloch steps closer.

MCCULLOCH:

Where did you get that alcohol?

TAMARA:

I packed it. Just for us.

EXT. DECK CORRIDOR - STALKING POINT OF VIEW

as we approach Tamara's porthole window, peering through

it. We can't hear the words but we can clearly see the

people.

INT. TAMARA'S STATEROOM - CONTINUOUS

as McCulloch takes the bottle from her, setting it down

on her nightstand.

MCCULLOCH:

That's it. You're not setting foot off

this ship until we return home.

TAMARA:

But I haven't even shown you my

biology project...

Tamara unties her robe. PAN DOWN to the floor with it as

it softly piles at her bare feet.

ANGLE - PORTHOLE WINDOW

as the SHADOW OUTSIDE quickly blurs past the window.

RETURN TO SCENE:

McCulloch is flabbergasted, too stunned to fully react.

Tamara is wearing a layered teddy, which she's beginning

to unsnap, exposing her lithe body...but that's not all.

Tamara has drawn all her major organs on her bare skin.

TAMARA:

Take a closer look, Charles. I want to

make sure I labeled all my organs

correctly.

EXT. TAMARA'S STATEROOM - STALKING POINT OF VIEW

as we approach her door, still cracked open from

McCulloch's entrance. We get there just in time to see

Tamara slip her arms around McCulloch, planting her lips

on his, pressing her nubile flesh up against his stiffly

starched shirt.

INT. TAMARA'S STATEROOM - CONTINUOUS

as she holds him tight. He finally breaks away in a fit

of anger.

MCCULLOCH:

Oh, you've done it now. Not only are

you going home, I'll see to it that

you spend next year back in a high

school classroom!

He storms for the door, swinging it open, coming face to

face with:

WAYNE:

who casually lowers his camcorder.

TAMARA:

I don't think so, Mr. McCulloch.

(to Wayne)

Did you get anything good?

His eyes are unable to leave her nakedness.

WAYNE:

Oh yeah.

She quickly slips on her robe again, all business.

McCulloch realizes what has just transpired.

MCCULLOCH:

You'll never get away with it.

(eyeing Wayne)

And you can forget about ever

attending any film school.

(serious beat)

You're both going to be very, very

sorry.

He storms off. Wayne looks very, very nervous. Tamara

steps over to him, cuddling up.

TAMARA:

Relax, Wayne. He won't risk doing a

thing.

(beat)

Can I have the tape?

He pops the eject button, absently handing it over. Wayne

steps into her room, nervous and excited to be there. He

lifts the glass of champagne she poured for McCulloch.

WAYNE:

This is going to sound supremely

lame...but I've had the major hots for

you since our sophomore year, Tamara.

He gulps down the fizz. She forces a smile, stashing the

incriminating videotape.

TAMARA:

That's sweet, Wayne. Look, I'd love to

chat but I'm really pressed for time.

(ushering him to door)

Let's try to get together later, okey-

doke?

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