Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan Page #8

WAYNE:

But I thought...

TAMARA:

Thanks for the camerawork.

And out he goes, the door shut in his face. Wayne stands

outside her room, realizing he's a major chump.

WAYNE:

Wayne, you're an a**hole.

He despondently exits.

INT. TAMARA'S STATEROOM - SAME TIME (STEADICAM)

as Tamara heads for the bathroom, slipping off her robe.

She moves to the shower curtain and we're right behind

her. Her hand reaches up, grabbing the curtain, yanking

it back...

Nothing is there.

INT. LADIES RESTROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT (EFX)

as Rennie enters, her eyes reddened. She moves to the

sink, looking at herself in the mirror. So much for the

silk blouse and satin pants, not to mention her soaked

hair. Rennie runs some warm water, rinsing her face.

When she starts to fill her hands a second time, BLOOD

POURS OUT THE FAUCET INSTEAD OF WATER. Rennie gasps,

jerking up and seeing YOUNG JASON REFLECTED ON THE OTHER

SIDE OF THE MIRROR, SPLASHING IN WATER.

RENNIE:

It's not real, it's not real...

INT. TAMARA'S SHOWER - SAME TIME

as water from the shower head SPLASHES CAMERA for a beat

before Tamara turns it off.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

as Tamara reaches for her robe, slipping it on. Her body

paint has been washed off.

She steps from the shower, glancing in her vanity mirror

AND SEEING THE REAL JASON REFLECTED IN IT. Tamara spins

around, looking face to face with JASON IN HER BATHROOM.

Just as she SCREAMS:

INT. LADIES RESTROOM - SAME TIME (EFX)

Young Jason reaches out to grab Rennie, HIS FIST CRASHING

THROUGH THE MIRROR. Right when Rennie SCREAMS:

INT. TAMARA'S BATHROOM - SAME TIME

The real Jason SHATTERS TAMARA'S VANITY MIRROR WITH HIS

FIST. He grabs a sharp chunk of it, advancing on a

whimpering Tamara.

TAMARA:

Please...please don't...

Jason raises the shard above her and just as she

SHRIEKS...

CLOSE UP - STEAM WHISTLE OF SHIP

as it blasts loudly in the bleak stormy night. It begins

to rain.

EXT. LADIES RESTROOM - NIGHT

as Rennie comes rushing out, right into the arms of.

Sean. She clings to him, sobbing as the rain falls over

them.

SEAN:

It's okay...you're going to be okay.

RENNIE:

I want to go home. I want off this

ship.

After a moment...

SEAN:

Me too.

(beat)

Let's go talk to my Dad.

He puts his arm around her, leading her toward the

bridge.

INT. BRIDGE - NIGHT

as wind and rain pummel the bridge window.. Admiral

Robertson turns to his Chief Engineer.

ADMIRAL ROBERTSON

Let's kick in the stablilizers, Mr.

Carlson, and get the seas off the

quarter. These kids are in for one

hell of a storm.

CHIEF ENGINEER:

Yes Sir. Activating comfort cruise

mode.

The Chief Engineer moves to a bank of toggle switches,

flipping a row of them.

TIGHT ON NAVIGATIONAL CHART WALL - SAME TIME

as a bloodstained HAND silently removes the rusty

harpoon hanging above the map.

ADMIRAL ROBERTSON

gets a reflective look in his weary eyes.

ADMIRAL-ROBERTSON

How olds your boy now, Carlson?

CHIEF ENGINEER:

Nineteen months.

ADMIRAL ROBERTSON

A tremendous age. Take some advice

from a salty old man: don't push him

too hard.

The Chief Engineer nods with a sympathetic smile as the

Admiral steps off the bridge, onto the stormy deck,

contemplating the sea. The Chief Engineer moves to the

radio/intercom console. He lifts a telephone, punching in

a three digit number. PUSH IN TIGHT ON HIS FACE.

CHIEF ENGINEER:

This is the bridge. Approaching

weather suggests we secure the main

deck and...

His sentence is sharply cut off, his head jerking from

excruciating, instant pain.

His mouth contorts with words no one will ever hear as he

stares into the face of:

JASON:

holding the opposite end of the harpoon. He shoves it

forward with one more staccato jerk and:

CLOSE UP - CHIEF ENGINEER'S BACK

-- The harpoon's bloody, corroded tip pierces through

his once-white uniform.

ADMIRAL ROBERTSON

returns to the bridge as LIGHTNING flashes outside.

ADMIRAL ROBERTSON

Better have them doublecheck the

lifeboat stations as well...

Admiral Robertson stops cold upon the sight of Mr.

Carlson. He hurries over to him, kneeling down, freezing

as a pair of MUDDY FEET ENTER FRAME. Admiral Robertson

bends his neck upwards to face:

JASON:

hovering over him, now clutching one of the scaling

knives.

INT. BRIDGE CORRIDOR - NIGHT

as Sean and Rennie walk up the corridor leading to the

bridge.

RENNIE:

Can he really take us home?

SEAN:

Not completing a voyage is against

everything he stands for. But I think

I can convince him to call a Coast

Guard cutter for you.

RENNIE:

What about you?

SEAN:

If I go with you, he'll never

speak to me again.

(beat)

But I'm never going to live up to his

expectations anyway...so maybe it's

the right thing to do.

He's made a big decision. Sean takes her hand as they

walk on.

THEIR POINT OF VIEW

moving closer and closer to the bridge door, having not

the slightest inclination of what's in store for them.

SEAN:

knocks on the bridge door. No answer. He's confused. He

pushes the door open but something is blocking it. Sean

puts his weight into it, shoving hard.

INT. BRIDGE

as the door slides open, Sean stepping inside. His eyes

roil downwards upon seeing THE DEAD CHIEF ENGINEER, THE

HARPOON PROTRUDING FROM HIS BLOODY CHEST.

SEAN:

Oh Jesus...Dad??

Sean looks over at the helm...where his father is still

sitting in the swivel chair, his back to them. Silent.

Sean sidesteps the Chief Engineer's corpse, moving toward

his father as Rennie remains frozen in shock.

SEAN'S POINT OF VIEW

Slowly walking toward Admiral Robertson...at least he

thinks it's his dad because he's unable to see his

face. Is it Jason now wearing the uniform?? When he's

about two feet away from him...

SEAN:

reaches out and swivels the chair around. It is his

father BUT HIS THROAT HAS BEEN SLIT. Sean staggers

backwards, uncomprehending, his senses overloaded. We

MOVE with him until he's backed into Rennie, clutching

onto him tightly.

SEAN:

He's...he's dead...

INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE RENNIE'S STATEROOM - SAME TIME

as Miss Van Deusen steps up to Rennie's door, gently

knocking.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

Ronnie? I just came by to see how you

were feeling...

No answer. She knocks harder...and it creaks open,

unlocked.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

Rennie...?

Suddenly the door is jerked from her grasp and swung

open. MCCULLOCH is standing on the other side of it.

MCCULLOCH:

I thought I told you to stay away from

her.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

(holds her ground)

Where is she?

MCCULLOCB:

(accusing)

That's a very good question and I'd

appreciate an answer.

A LOUD BUZZER blares out of an intercom speaker next to

their heads, causing the teachers to both jump. Sean's

unsteady voice immediately follows.

SEAN (V.O.)

Attention everybody, attention. This

is Sean Robertson...

EXT. SWIMMING POOL - SAME TIME

Miles is toweling off under the shelter of a gazebo as

Sean's voice blares out of a rain-pounded megaphone

speaker nearby.

SEAN (V.O.)

There's been...

(swallows)

What I mean is, this is an

emergency...

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