Jason Lives: Friday The 13th Part VI

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I don't know how

you talked me into this, Tommy.

Hell, I must be crazy!

You know, if the institution

ever found out about this,

they'd haul our butts

back in in straitjackets, permanent!

You didn't have to come, Hawes.

This is between me and Jason.

I know.

I still don't get the therapy here.

All you need to know

is Jason's dead, right?

Seeing his corpse

won't stop the hallucinations.

Seeing it won't,

but destroying it will.

Jason belongs in hell,

and I'm gonna see he gets there.

OK, there it is.

There's his grave.

- OK, let's go.

- Wait a second.

- What?

- I got to be sure.

There's your proof.

There's his coffin. Let's go.

- Hand me the crowbar.

- You're not gonna open that.

Hand me the crowbar.

I got it.

I really don't like this.

Die!

- Die!

- Tommy!

Tommy, get the hell out of here!

Where are you going?

What's that for?

Tommy, what are you doing?

Sh*t.

Die, die! Bastard! Die!

Oh, boy. He must have

really messed you over.

Yeah, f*** you, Jason.

What are you doing?

Tommy! Would you just

leave that thing alone?

Please!

Tommy, please, let's get out of here.

My heart can't take any more!

- Don't shoot! Please!

- Are you in show business?

- You know how to make an entrance.

- You got to do something.

- Jason's alive. He's coming for me.

- You almost got your head blown off.

- Listen, damn it!

- Don't piss me off, junior.

Jason is alive. We dug up his body.

I was going to cremate it.

Hold it. What's your name, son?

Tommy Jarvis.

He's even more powerful now...

Didn't that maniac

kill your mother and friends?

- Jason murdered them.

- You were in a psychiatric clinic.

What's going on with the weather?!

Sorry. I didn't know...

No problem, Rick. This is Tommy, a

former resident. He's got some prank.

There's no time for this bullshit!

Jason's got to be stopped!

That's known as "screwing the pooch".

Iron this punk.

You got to listen to me!

Jason's coming. He's after me!

I tried to destroy him

but I f***ed up!

- You got that right.

- Listen to me.

I'm sorry about your folks,

but no one in Forest Green

wants to remember that maniac.

That's why we changed the name. They

wanna forget this was Crystal Lake.

They don't need you

stirrin' up Jason sh*t.

Now just lie down and get some rest.

Tomorrow I'll call that clinic.

Go to the cemetery.

You'll see I'm not lying.

Get some sleep,

or I'll come in and put you out.

You'll be sorry you didn't listen.

You'll be sorry if you don't shut up.

Take a nap, junior!

Easy! It's hard enough

to read this thing.

Who said to take this cow path?

You admit the sign did say

"Camp Forest Green"

with an arrow pointing this way?

I admit nothing without my lawyer.

We should have left a trail.

Don't start.

So much for the head counselors

getting back to camp on their own.

Let's get out and start

screaming for help.

- I was just kidding, Lizbeth.

- Darren, we better turn around.

- Why?

- I've seen enough horror movies

to know any weirdo in a mask

is never friendly.

There's no way. If the car drops in

that gully, we'll never get it out.

Do you have a better suggestion?

Yeah. We're gonna scare him.

- We're going to scare him?

- Drive towards him. He'll move.

- Nobody wants to die.

- Least of all us!

Will you just drive?

He'll get out of our way.

Yeah, that really scared the sh*t

out of him!

Oh, no.

- We're driving back in reverse.

- The hell we are.

- Where did you get that?

- Don't worry about it. Stay cool.

Stay cool? You ain't Dirty Harry!

Stop it.

All right, scumbag.

Get out of the road.

Now!

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