Jason Lives: Friday The 13th Part VI Page #2

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- Death is my business.

You become another person

when we're out here, Stan.

- I don't like it.

- This is a man's game.

It requires a man's cunning

and intelligence...

With a woman's touch.

Wait a minute!

I thought Burt shot you!

See any paint?

Sorry, guys, I did in Mr. Commando,

weapons and all.

Survival's the name of the game

and that flag is mine.

I can't believe this.

Burt never gets shot.

- Never should have let her play.

- She's a damn company exec!

Now, boys. Don't be spoilsports.

Put on your headbands.

Dumb broad! She tricked me!

They're gonna laugh for months!

She should have stayed

in the kitchen!

A woman shouldn't be allowed

in these games!

It's not a game, it's life!

Jason really screwed up

that poor son of a b*tch's mind.

He really believes that

Jason's still alive, doesn't he?

What worries me is how far he'll go

to try and prove it.

Darn.

Oh, no.

Oh, my God! No!

Where... Come on!

Where? Oh, no!

Oh, no! Oh, God!

Come on out, you guys.

The game's over.

What about Roy? Nobody's seen him.

Unless he's accidentally pelleted

himself, I'm sure he's lost.

- It's not over till it's over.

- Right.

Wait a second. What was that?

- What?

- Nothing.

I could swear I heard something.

- I'm hungry.

- Be quiet.

Oh, my God! My God!

Help, guys! Help me!

Help! Oh, no!

Help me, guys! Help! Oh, God!

Help me! Somebody help me!

He's gonna kill me!

What did I tell you?

Hit the noise and the cherries.

- Sheriff, wait! You gotta listen!

- I'm tired of listening to you.

- I gotta show you Jason's grave!

- Come on! Get up! Get up!

Please. You'll see we dug it up.

He must have got chilly

and pulled the dirt back over.

That's not right.

Somebody covered it over.

- I gotta see it!

- Freeze it, psycho.

Now see, you made my deputy

draw his revolver.

He's been dying to try

his new laser scope.

Wherever the red dot goes...

- What's the problem, Sheriff?

- No problem. It's under control.

- Did you cover up Jason's grave?

- What?!

Don't concern yourself, Martin.

Jason's not in his grave, Hawes is!

You've gotta dig it up!

You've gotta dig it up!

Dig him up?

Does he think I'm a farthead?

OK! Is this gonna be

the best weekend ever?

Are we gonna go fishing?

Are we going to scare all the boys?

Are we going to...

Are we going to

not eat Brussels sprouts?

What happened to Cort?

Are you ready? He's teaching

the young men my favorite sport.

- Which is?

- Boy scouting, honey.

Cort? You've got to be kidding?

You've got to be kidding.

You obviously don't know anything

about Indians. None of you do.

These are called Indian markers.

You have a chief, right,

and he dumps his squaw or whatever.

He decides to pick another woman

and take off.

So he leaves his son with the mother.

Later, the son wants to find his dad

to learn how to kill buffalo,

or whatever.

So he comes along, sees the rocks.

Sees his dad went that way.

So he knocks them all down

so his mother won't know where to go.

So that's the basic story.

Tells you where they go.

If this is as exciting as it gets,

we're in big trouble.

Let's go.

Like the sign says,

you are now leaving Forest Green.

You are damn lucky, kid!

With the grief you've given me,

you should be wearing your balls

as earrings.

If I see you again,

you can guarantee it.

Let's get the hell out of here, Rick.

Steven, it's beautiful.

God, I love it. I really do.

I don't know.

I mean, I'm sort of hurt.

You thought I brought you

up here just to... Never mind.

Yeah. Well, I guess I do owe you.

Yeah. No, look. I have a headache.

I've been working out. I'm sore.

- And...

- Forget about it.

It's a messy act and...

What the heck?

Great!

Where did the road go?

I can't find the road.

Where is the road?

Kathleen, you led me astray.

What's that? What's that?

Darling, you're gonna be

the death of me.

Yeah, but what a way to go.

- Stay here.

- No, Steven. Please.

- Stay here!

- Steven, don't!

- Steven, what's going on?

- Annette, let's go! Never mind!

- What are we gonna do?

- Get the sheriff!

- Pick a card.

- I don't wanna play any more, Sissy.

- Come on, pick a card!

- I really don't.

OK. I've got a great game.

It's called Camp Blood.

Great.

First you take this jack of spades,

which is Jason.

Then you have face cards

which represent counselors.

The queen of hearts is me.

Who do you want to be?

- Come on, Sissy.

- OK. You be the queen of diamonds.

Now, you shuffle Jason up

in these cards here,

and you put them in piles.

The piles represent cabins.

The object of the game is to find out

which cabin Jason is in.

Did Megan say when she's coming back?

Of course not. I bet she took him

a loaf of bread with a saw in it.

I'll call her.

Her dad may know something

about Darren and Lizbeth.

I say if they're not here tomorrow,

we send the kids home. We're not...

- She saw a monster!

- Who did?

- It's OK. We're here.

- Yeah, we're here.

What happened?

There was this monster and he was

after me. He wanted to kill me.

- Where?

- He was everywhere.

- You mean you had a bad dream?

- No! It was real, just like on TV.

Listen, sweetie. What's your name?

- Nancy.

- Well, Nancy. I'm Paula, remember?

And this is Sissy.

We'll be right out there all night

so nothing can hurt you, OK?

So no more bad dreams

can come around here.

Good. OK, lay down.

There. OK?

Wait a minute. Where's Cort?

I haven't seen him for hours.

I don't know.

He called somebody and just took off.

Mentioned checking out things

that go bump in the night.

You're the best! The best!

Keep it up till the end of this song.

- How much longer?

- It's only ten more minutes.

F***! Wait a second.

- Cort, you didn't already?

- Wasn't that the end of the song?

Great. Just great!

If this is burned out,

Horace will have my butt.

Who's Horace?

My stepfather and a**hole

in residence.

- How did that happen?

- What?

- Plug the cord back in.

- Who unplugged it?

- I don't know. Just do it!

- It's cold out there!

I don't give a sh*t! Go do it.

You're a real pain in the ass.

A major pain in the ass.

Hurry. I have to get this back

before Horace finds out I took it.

Hurry up!

- Will you come on?

- All right!

I'm going! I'm going, OK?

Shut the hell up.

What are you doing?

- Look at this.

- What happened to it?

I don't know, but unless you

wanna look like it, we go right now!

Nikki, somebody's out there.

- What if it's that Jason?

- I don't want to know.

- No way. This isn't happening.

- You're right. It isn't.

- Are you gonna drive or not?

- Outta here!

Sh*t! Damn it, Cort!

Sh*t!

Go!

Sh*t! Cort!

This baby jams!

For a big truck, it's not bad at all.

- Pull over! I'm driving!

- No way. I wanna rock!

This is great!

I've never driven a house before.

I like this. This is great.

Sounds like you're having fun.

Need some company?

That sounds great.

Do you need some company or what?

This is great.

I'm having such a good time.

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