Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan Page #3

INT. HOUSEBOAT - CONTINUOUS

as Jim holds his angry girlfriend down on the bed, trying

unsuccessfully to kiss her.

JIM:

All right, all right -- I'm a major

ass.

SUZY:

And you'll never do it again.

JIM:

And I'll never do it again. Forgive

me?

SUZY:

No.

She's resisting only for effect. Her legs curl around

him, finally giving in.

EXT. HOUSEBOAT - NIGHT

A deadly-sharp SPEAR GUN rests in its rack outside the

cabin. JASON'S HAND REMOVES IT.

INT. HOUSEBOAT - CONTINUOUS

The sheets begin to roll like waves as they work each

other. Thoughts of Jason are nonexistent now.

ANGLE - CABIN DOOR

Nothing there for a moment...then a pair of moss-covered

BARE FEET SLOSH INTO FRAME.

SUZY:

closes her eyes with pleasure...

ANGLE - CABIN DOOR

...and camera RISES from the mossy feet, up the bloodless

legs and torso to ultimately reveal the hockey-masked

face of our anti-hero: JASON VOORHEES.

SUZY:

lets out a broad smile, her eyelids fluttering. They stay

open long enough to regard the visitor in the doorway.

She tries to choke out a warning to Jim, who's just

collapsed himself.

SUZY:

JJJJJJJJason...

He doesn't follow her glance, smiling instead.

JIM:

Uh-huh. You must really think I'm an

ass.

But she continues to stare in horror as:

JASON:

raises the spear, taking aim.

ANGLE - SUZY AND JIM

Hs starts to kiss her but she bolts up with a blood-

curdling SCREAM. A second later, JASON FIRES THE SPEAR,

PIERCING HER NECK, PINNING HER TO THE HEAD BOARD.

Jim stares point-blank at his dead girlfriend, not able

to assimilate it quickly enough. He spins around to see

the monster himself.

JIM:

Ohmygod...

Jim springs off the bed, looking around for anything to

defend himself with, grabbing the bedside lamp. He

SMASHES IT OVER JASON'S HEAD which has little effect. Jim

scrambles to get past him, but Jason LIFTS JIM IN THE

AIR, SLAMMING HIM DOWN ON ONE OF THE SPIKED BEDPOSTS.

EXT. CRYSTAL LAKE - NIGHT

as the HOUSEBOAT silently drifts onward. The lone

silhouette of Jason emerges from within, taking the helm.

He's back.

FADE OUT/MAIN CREDITS.

FADE IN:

EXT. HARBOR - ESTABLISHING - DAY

Only the faintest sign of daylight can be seen through a

thick blanket of gray fog. In the distance, speckled

lights outlining a smaller LUXURY CRUISE SHIP

intermittently appear.

EXT. DOCKSIDE - DAY

Standing at the boarding ramp is CHARLES MCCULLOCH,

clipboard in hand. He's just finished checking off a pair

of new-agey SENIOR GIRLS. McCulloch is approaching fifty,

wearing a tie and unwrinkled clothes, as well as the

disposition of a stern puritan.

MCCULLOCH:

Remember girls, the shuffleboard

tournament will start at six p.m.

sharp. A non-attendance will restrict

your time in port, understood?

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