Friday the 13th Part 2: Jason Page #2

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That means no food fights.

Change often.

Food odours cling to clothing.

If you're a woman, don't use perfume.

Keep clean

during your menstrual cycle.

Having trouble? You got to

treat 'em gentle. Just like kids.

Use that child psychology

you're majoring in.

Try it.

It's more fun

using that child psychology on you.

You're such a sucker for it.

I don't want to scare anyone.

But I'm gonna give it to you straight

about Jason.

His body was never recovered

from the lake after he drowned.

The old-timers in town

will tell you he's still out there,

some sort of demented creature,

surviving in the wilderness.

Full grown by now.

Stalking...

...stealing what he needs, living off

wild animals and vegetation.

Some folks claim

they've seen him, right in this area.

The girl who survived that night at

Camp Blood, that Friday the 13th...

...she claims she saw him.

She disappeared two months later.

Vanished.

Blood was everywhere.

No-one knows what happened to her.

Legend has it that Jason saw

his mother beheaded that night,

and he took his revenge.

A revenge he'll continue to seek if

anyone enters his wilderness again.

By now, I guess you all know

we're the first to return here.

Five years...

five long years he's been dormant.

And he's hungry.

Jason's out there...

...watching.

Always on the prowl for intruders.

Waiting to kill.

Waiting to devour.

Thirsty for young blood.

Hey, come back!

Now we've got that out of our system,

I don't want to hear

any more about it.

It's ancient history. Jason drowned,

Mrs Voorhees was killed,

and Camp Crystal Lake is off limits.

You got it?

Got you, huh? What d'you think?

The second act needs work.

- Too bad.

- C'mon.

You got him. You got him now.

Go on.

- That's luck, right?

- Thanks a lot.

Next.

- Hi, Terry. Do you wanna dance?

- No, thank you.

Hi. How about you?

Do you wanna dance?

So there I was, sitting in this

fast-food joint, thinking to myself,

Scott, old boy, what are you going

to do with the rest of your life?

I'm striking out all over the place.

Well, I think I've got you. Check.

Wrong, white man.

Checkmate.

Well, what next?

I could get my arm broken by Mark,

my brains

ponged by our electronical wizard...

...or bed.

Good night, Paul.

See you in the morning.

I just gotta see that place.

- What place?

- That camp. Camp Blood.

You're crazy.

Maybe there is something

in that legend.

- I'm serious.

- No way. I'm not going there.

- Besides, Paul said it's off limits.

- We'll see.

Hello?

Who's there?

- Paul, goddamn it!

- Hey, calm down.

You'll wake the natives.

I'm not supposed to be

fraternising with the staff.

I won't tell.

I missed you, Ginny.

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