Jason Lives: Friday The 13th Part VI Page #3

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himself, I'm sure he's lost.

- It's not over till it's over.

- Right.

Wait a second. What was that?

- What?

- Nothing.

I could swear I heard something.

- I'm hungry.

- Be quiet.

Oh, my God! My God!

Help, guys! Help me!

Help! Oh, no!

Help me, guys! Help! Oh, God!

Help me! Somebody help me!

He's gonna kill me!

What did I tell you?

Hit the noise and the cherries.

- Sheriff, wait! You gotta listen!

- I'm tired of listening to you.

- I gotta show you Jason's grave!

- Come on! Get up! Get up!

Please. You'll see we dug it up.

He must have got chilly

and pulled the dirt back over.

That's not right.

Somebody covered it over.

- I gotta see it!

- Freeze it, psycho.

Now see, you made my deputy

draw his revolver.

He's been dying to try

his new laser scope.

Wherever the red dot goes...

- What's the problem, Sheriff?

- No problem. It's under control.

- Did you cover up Jason's grave?

- What?!

Don't concern yourself, Martin.

Jason's not in his grave, Hawes is!

You've gotta dig it up!

You've gotta dig it up!

Dig him up?

Does he think I'm a farthead?

OK! Is this gonna be

the best weekend ever?

Are we gonna go fishing?

Are we going to scare all the boys?

Are we going to...

Are we going to

not eat Brussels sprouts?

What happened to Cort?

Are you ready? He's teaching

the young men my favorite sport.

- Which is?

- Boy scouting, honey.

Cort? You've got to be kidding?

You've got to be kidding.

You obviously don't know anything

about Indians. None of you do.

These are called Indian markers.

You have a chief, right,

and he dumps his squaw or whatever.

He decides to pick another woman

and take off.

So he leaves his son with the mother.

Later, the son wants to find his dad

to learn how to kill buffalo,

or whatever.

So he comes along, sees the rocks.

Sees his dad went that way.

So he knocks them all down

so his mother won't know where to go.

So that's the basic story.

Tells you where they go.

If this is as exciting as it gets,

we're in big trouble.

Let's go.

Like the sign says,

you are now leaving Forest Green.

You are damn lucky, kid!

With the grief you've given me,

you should be wearing your balls

as earrings.

If I see you again,

you can guarantee it.

Let's get the hell out of here, Rick.

Steven, it's beautiful.

God, I love it. I really do.

I don't know.

I mean, I'm sort of hurt.

You thought I brought you

up here just to... Never mind.

Yeah. Well, I guess I do owe you.

Yeah. No, look. I have a headache.

I've been working out. I'm sore.

- And...

- Forget about it.

It's a messy act and...

What the heck?

Great!

Where did the road go?

I can't find the road.

Where is the road?

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