Jason Lives: Friday The 13th Part VI
- R
- Year:
- 1986
- 86 min
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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
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.
Hold it. What's your name, son?
Tommy Jarvis.
He's even more powerful now...
Didn't that maniac
kill your mother and friends?
- 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!
but I f***ed up!
- You got that right.
- Listen to me.
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?
- Drive towards him. He'll move.
- 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!
Get back in now. He'll kill you.
Not if I get him first.
Please! Give me a second!
Please!
Please! You can have the...
Dad, you could at least drive out
to Cunningham Road and look for them.
Megan, we don't have time to look for
camp counselors with car trouble.
Can't you put out
an all points bulletin?
- Can your mother sew, kid?
- Excuse me?
- Off.
- Sorry.
Darren and my sister Lizbeth
are organizing the new campgrounds.
- We don't know what to do.
- And the kiddies arrive today.
I sympathize with you kids.
I'll tell the station in Carpenter
to look out for them.
I've got a bad feeling about it.
Hopefully they're fine,
but with Jason out there...
- Shut up.
- Jason who?
Megan, stay away. He's dangerous!
I'm not dangerous.
Jason is out there.
He's looking for me.
He's probably gone to the camp.
- I said shut up!
- You mean the Jason of Camp Blood?
- Yes!
- No! You kids better leave.
This boy is not well.
I need to talk to him in private.
- Come on, Dad!
- Megan! Go back to camp.
- I'll call you if I hear anything.
- Don't beat him up too bad.
- He's kinda cute.
- Megan, leave!
He's cute!
I was gonna call that clinic
to collect you,
but I don't want you around poisoning
people with your warped humor.
They have to be warned, Sheriff.
Jason will return to what's familiar.
It's still camp Crystal Lake to him.
We'll escort you
to the edge of my jurisdiction.
Then we'll say goodbye and never see
you around here again. Understand?
Sh*t! Sh*t, damn!
I know I'll get blamed for this.
They'll say old Martin
ain't a good caretaker.
I'm a damn high school graduate.
I deserve this job. I earned it.
Nobody's gonna find out.
Shitheads couldn't
even stick him back in right.
I ain't gonna touch the slimy sucker.
Why did they have
to go and dig up Jason?
Some folks have a strange idea
of entertainment.
- Anything else?
- You guys, I'm getting worried.
- About Jason?
- No. About Darren and Lizbeth.
They should've at least called,
don't you think? Megan?
- What?
- Hello?
This girl's back in the jail cell
with her prisoner of love.
Don't mess with no jailbird, girl.
Those dudes are bad news.
- And how do you know?
- I seen plenty on TV.
- TV?
- Yeah!
I don't know about that guy, Megan.
He seemed weird
with all that Jason stuff.
Megan, like I told you,
you need a guy like me.
- Guy who's not twisted.
- Maybe he was telling the truth.
Just because our parents
say Jason was only a legend,
doesn't mean it wasn't true.
What if he did come back here,
looking for the camp counselor
that caused him to drown as a boy?
Searching for the one
that decapitated his vengeful mother.
And you know what
today's date is, don't you?
I can think of only one thing
even more terrifying.
What?
The kids are here.
You'll trip.
Be careful. You may fall.
There they are and they're all yours.
Think I'd rather deal with old Jason.
Crap.
Once we nail Roy, that's it.
Victory is ours.
It's taking forever. I'm starving.
Larry, that's why your sales
Your instinct to eat is
stronger than your instinct to win.
- You're a real ass!
That is so unfair!
Here we go with unfair again.
War is not fair.
Give me a break.
This is not war, this is a game.
- I want a sandwich.
- Wait till we've killed something.
- Easy! You're an insurance salesman.
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