Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan Page #4

They nod for his benefit, exchanging derogatory whispers

as they head up the ramp. Camera ADJUSTS to find a small

parking lot adjacent to the docks, where several cars are

just now arriving -- parents dropping off their high

school seniors, hugging them bon voyage.

CLOSER ANGLE PARKING LOT

as SEAN ROBERTSON walks toward the ship with pal MILES

WOLFE. Sean's a tall, nice looking, somewhat serious guy;

Miles is shorter, athletic and more extroverted.

MILES:

You're telling me this boat has a pool

with a three meter board?

SEAN:

It's a ship and that's right. Plus a

disco, gym, game room and a lot more.

MILES:

I think I'm gonna blow off New York

and just stay on this thing.

MCCULLOCH:

You'll do no such thing, Mr. Wolfe...

Camera ADJUSTS to reveal McCulloch, holding his list,

checking off their names.

MCCULLOCH:

Your itinerary has been carefully

planned and make no mistake, it will

be executed accordingly.

MILES:

(under his breath)

Of course...wouldn't want to risk

enjoying this trip.

McCulloch gives him a frown. Sean steps up to him

tentatively.

SEAN:

Which cabin is Rennie in, Mr.

McCulloch?

MCCULLOCH:

Rennie's not coming.

He's devastated.

SEAN:

But I thought...

MCCULLOCH:

She changed her mind.

(eyeing list)

Let's see...Mr. Wolfe is in stateroom

one-eleven and you, Mr. Robertson, are

in two-twenty-five.

A booming VOICE from above interrupts them:

ADMIRAL ROBERTSON (O.S.)

Sean -- where the hell have you been?

We're already into early departure

protocol...

ANOTHER ANGLE:

Standing on the upper deck is a no-nonsense, uniformed

Navy man, ADMIRAL ROBERTSON. The captain of the ship. And

Sean's father. Sean's sadness about Rennie's absence is

immediately replaced with anxiety.

SEAN:

Be right up, Dad.

He and Miles head up the gangway, both boys giving

McCulloch one last glare.

INT. '76 BMW 2002 - DAY

Behind the wheel is MISS COLLEEN VAN DEUSEN, thirties,

attractive, a progressive attitude. RENNIE WICKHAM sits

next to her -- she's seventeen, pretty, slightly

withdrawn. Rennie's dog TOBY, a border collie, rides in

the back seat.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

I'm glad you decided to come after

all.

RENNIE:

Me too. But I'm not sure Uncle Charles

will be.

MISS VAN DEUSEN:

You let me worry about him, okay?

(pause)

Personal experiences are what fuel the

minds of great writers, Rennie. You

made the right decision.

RENNIE:

What about not-so-great writers?

Rennie smiles self-deprecatingly, Miss Van Deusen

grinning back. But Rennie's smiles are few and far

between, this one disappearing as she glances out the

window.

RENNIE'S POINT OF VIEW (SECOND UNIT)

as the countless gallons of harbor and lake water spread

out before her, eery in the bog. A small ROWBOAT grazes

across it occupied by two indistinguishable people.

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