Freddy vs. Jason Page #4

MEAGAN'S DAD

Do you have to watch that crap all

the time? Months and months of the

O.J. Simpson trial, and now this...

Mom reaches over and switches off the TV. Dad smiles

slightly and exits. Mom waits until the door closes,

then takes a bottle of vodka and pours a goodly bit

into her orange juice. She takes a deep drink and

switches the set back on.

CLOSE ON TV as the news reporter interviews CAPTAIN

RENTON MURDOCH -- State Trooper.

NEWS REPORTER:

I'm standing here with State Trooper

Captain Renton Murdoch, the man the

Governor has called in to deal with

the cultists because of his past

experience with occult-style

murderers. In fact, Trooper Murdoch

is the only law enforcement officer

ever to survive a one-on-one encounter

with notorious Camp Crystal Lake

killer -- Jason Voorhees.

(to Murdoch)

You received some pretty nasty

injuries in your battle with Jason,

didn't you, Captain?

MURDOCH:

Nothing serious... just a few

stitches.

NEWS REPORTER:

What about these so called "Freddy"

cultists? They seem like pretty

tough customers. Think you'll have

any trouble getting them out of

there?

MURDOCH:

No. Now that the Governor has given

me complete authority to deal with

these punks I should be putting an

end to their situation pretty quick.

Unless of course their attorney is

able to get them to come out peace-

fully... but I don't hold out much

hope for that.

NEWS REPORTER:

(to camera)

Captain Renton Murdoch, ladies and

gentlemen. A tough cop... for tough

criminals.

CUT TO:

EXT. "FREDDY" CULT COMPOUND - MOMENTS LATER

Murdoch gets into the command car, sitting down next

to the S.W.A.T. COMMANDER sitting behind the wheel.

MURDOCH:

Damn media... oughtta be a law.

(gestures to house)

Is that shyster still in there

trying to talk them out?

S.W.A.T. COMMANDER

Yeah... he's making them some kind

of deal.

MURDOCH:

Damn lawyers... what a bunch of

a**holes. Shakespeare was right --

kill all the lawyers. Then we could

kill all the punks with no hassles

and the world would be a safer place.

S.W.A.T. COMMANDER

Smaller anyway.

MURDOCH:

Ahhhhh... what did Shakespeare know?

Long-haired, English freak. He was

probably a punk.

INT. CULT COMPOUND - SAME TIME

Meanwhile, inside the house... the cult's sleazy LAWYER

is sitting on a crate in the middle of a dark room.

He is surrounded by CULTISTS -- heavily-armed teenage

punks in red and olive sweaters and Fedoras ala Freddy.

They stare out at him through sunglasses with red

flashing diodes that barely hide their burned and

disfigured faces.

The lawyer shifts uncomfortably on the crate as he

takes a deep snort from inside his briefcase held

neatly on his lap. Then he lifts his head, wiping

his nose nervously as he speaks:

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