Sleepaway Camp III: Teenage Wasteland Page #3

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her since seven years ago.

Plus, when she was 18 her

juvenile records were destroyed.

So all we have to go

on are descriptions.

But she was a counselor

here last year.

Didn't anyone take

a picture with her?

Nope.

She wasn't very popular.

Supposedly

nobody wanted to.

Well, what did she look like?

She's white.

5 foot 5, 115 pounds,

brown eyes, reddish-brown hair.

She's 21 years old.

And what would you do

if you ever met her?

I'd kill her.

Alright, you sharers.

Come gather 'round.

Alright, everyone.

It's time to put our

differences aside, Cindy,

and try to move on.

Atta girl.

We're going to do

a trust game right now.

Let's break up into pairs.

Let's break up

into pairs, Bobby.

Looks like you and

me are partners-

- Shut up!

- Cool, man. Right on.

One of you will be

blindfolded with

your hands tied

behind your back.

Your partners will then

lead you around

and after 15 minutes

or so you'll switch.

Oh, this'll be fun.

You can go first.

- Good work.

- Ow.

Oh, did I hurt you?

I'm sorry.

How you doing, honey?

- Okay.

- Good.

I wish I could

say the same.

That n*gger could

have killed me.

I bet he would

have liked that, too.

He could brag to

all his homeboys

how he massacred

some rich white girl.

Those street gangs

do that, you know.

- Would you watch out?

- Sorry.

Be a good girl and stay

right there just a second.

- Hey!

- Gotta have my ciggy-

There's something

crawling on me!

- I don't see anything.

- Get this blindfold off.

What did you put on me?

Honey, it was nothing.

Your turn.

You don't have to get

so screwed up about it.

You city kids have just got

to get used to the country.

- Too tight?

- Yeah.

- Where are we?

- It's a surprise.

Well, I'm getting tired

and my feet hurt.

I thought you country girls

were used to this kind of stuff.

- Ha ha.

- Are you a cheerleader?

Yes.

- Are you a virgin?

- No!

- Do you take drugs?

- Doesn't everybody?

- Strike three.

- It's about time we stopped.

Take this stuff

off me right now.

Did you hear me?

Oh, I get it.

You're leaving me now.

Oh, help!

Something's crawling on me.

Hey!

What...

What are you doing?!

God!

Oh, is this some

kind of joke?

Oh, you think

this is funny?

You don't know who

you're messing with.

Do you know who my dad is?

What's going on?

Let me down!

Stop it!

I'll sue you for

everything you've got!

Stop it!

Why are you

doing this to me?!

Because you're a cheerleader,

a fornicator, a drug taker,

a nasty, snotty bigot,

and besides that,

you're real nice.

- Where's Cindy?

- She's at the main camp.

She's got a headache.

Oh, be a dear

and go get her.

And while you're at it,

grab that garbage bag

next to my tent and put it in

the dump behind the dining hall.

Oh, and I'm almost

out of bug spray.

There's some in the

pantry next to the kitchen.

The door should be open.

Take the trail by

the old outhouse.

- Isn't there a cabin up there?

- Yeah, it was torn down.

Is that where they found all

those dead bodies last year?

How'd you know about that?

I guess I read about it.

Don't tell the others.

It'll spook 'em.

Hurry back.

It's almost time for lunch.

- Good morning, campers.

- Good morning, Angela.

Isn't it a wonderful

day to be alive?

Yes!

Oh, I'm a happy camper.

I love the summer sun.

I love the trees and forests.

I'm always having fun.

Oh, I'm a happy camper.

I love the clear blue sky.

And with the grace of God,

I'll camp until I die.

Thank you!

Thank you!

As some of you may know...

I've had a lot of

hard times in my life.

I've been abused, picked on,

and misunderstood

as long as I

can remember.

But that's why places

like this are so great.

We can go to camp and

learn to love each other.

Thanks for being

such good kids.

You've made this camp

a lot of fun.

I love you all.

You like me.

You really, really like me!

Thanks, dear.

ls Cindy coming?

No. She's resting in

one of the cabins.

She's not supposed

to do that.

Oh, well.

What can I do?

Well, are you ready

for another trust game?

I thought it was

time to eat.

Well, it's almost time.

Bobby, come over here, dear.

I want you two

to stand together.

Come on,

side by side.

And I'm going to

tie you together.

Now, you're going to have

to coordinate your walking,

and your hand movements,

everything.

On, Riff.

Since Cindy's

not feeling well,

looks like you and I

are gonna be partners.

No f***ing way.

How long do we

have to do this for?

Well, until you catch enough

fish for lunch and dinner.

It'll test how well

you work together.

What about the

steak you were cooking?

That was mine.

I'm allergic to fish.

Here, give me the hook.

There.

Wow, you're good at that.

Yeah, that's what

everybody says.

Now cast.

So Why'd you

come here, anyway?

Well, it's a

once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Plus it'll look great

on my resume.

Will you hold this for a minute?

Sure.

Can I tell you something?

What?

I think you're nice.

Thanks.

Do you think I'm nice?

Yeah, I guess.

Good.

Can I tell you

something else?

What?

I like being tied up.

Especially next to you.

It turns me on.

Stop it!

- I thought you wanted it!

- No!

Your type always does.

At least not now.

Meet me at the main camp

right after dark.

How will we

get away from Lilly?

Don't worry.

I'll handle it.

Oh, excuse me.

Just keep it down.

Good job, but why don't

you put them down?

Riff?

Marie and Bobby caught the fish.

I think you should clean them.

Oh, f*** that sh*t.

Bobby, maybe

you should clean them.

But that's not fair.

He never does anything.

I'll handle it!

HI!

Look, we just spent

two hours catching fish.

I think it's only fair

that you clean them.

Can you please turn that down?

What?

I said turn down the music!

What?

You heard me

the first time!

What?

Bobby, clean the fish.

This is pretty easy.

- Oh, yeah?

- Make it harder.

- Hey, how's that?

- Alright, alright, stop it!

Stop it, I'm getting dizzy.

God.

Ouch.

Get this off me.

Alright, it's gonna

be your turn now.

- Nuh-uh.

- Mm-hm.

- I'll tell. I'll do it.

- Oh, jeez. I'm scared.

Hey, so what's it like

where you live, huh?

- Where I live it's kind of-

- Oh, no, don't tell me.

You go to a little

red brick school

and you're in the choir.

It's orange brick and

I'm in the band.

Same difference.

You got really nice parents,

and your town has a park

where every 4th of July

there's fireworks,

plus at Christmas

there's a big parade

when Santa Claus arrives.

- Yes! Yes.

- Am I right?

You don't have to make

fun of me, you know.

And what have you been doing

to me this whole weekend?

Tony, are you in a gang?

- Yeah.

- Really?

Where I come from

everybody is.

God.

Well, what is that like?

Oh, you know!

Baggy pants, man!

The low riders!

The bandanas.

All that gang sh*t.

I wish I could get out.

Why don't you?

Because the only way

to do that is to move.

- Well, you could move.

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