EXT. CAMP FOREST GREEN — NIGHT
The campgrounds are peaceful and quiet. As tranquil as it seems, an eerie atmosphere hangs over the area.
INT. BOYS' CABIN — NIGHT
Two rows of sleeping youngsters in their cots are seen.
INT. GIRL'S CABIN — NIGHT
The same. The little girls' faces reflect pleasant dreams.
INT. COUNSELLOR'S CABIN/MEETING ROOM — NIGHT
Paula and Sissy are seated at a card table, playing the board game
Clue. Paula keeps looking towards the window, troubled by something. Sissy rolls the die and moves her token along the board.
SISSY
(excited) Okay, okay. I suggest that the crime was committed in the bedroom, by Colonel Mustard, with the knife.
PAULA
(preoccupied) Huh? Oh, c'mon, Sis. I'm tellin' ya, we can't play Clue with just two people.
SISSY
Why not? I used to play it alone. I love murder games. Have you ever played The Consulting Detective?
PAULA
(fidgety) No. (beat) I don't wanna play anymore, Sissy.
SISSY
Oh, c'mon.
PAULA
No, I really don't.
Rising, Paula stands by the hearth, anxious.
SISSY
Okay. Okay. I've got a great game.
Packing up
Clue, Sissy takes out a deck of cards.
SISSY
(cont'd) It's called Camp Blood.
PAULA
(scoffs) Great.
SISSY
Yeah. Now, the object of the game is, first you take this jack of spades, which is Jason, alright? And then you have all these face cards, which represent counsellors. The queen of hearts is me, okay? Now, who d'you wanna be?
PAULA
(shakes head) C'mon, Sissy….
SISSY
Okay, you be the queen of diamonds. What you do is you shuffle Jason up in these cards here, and you put 'em in piles, 'cause the piles represent cabins. Now, the object of the game is to find out which cabin Jason's in.
Paula goes for the phone.
PAULA
I'm gonna call the the ol' jail house. Hopefully the sheriff has found out what's happened to Darren and Lizbeth. (starts dialling) I say if they're not here by morning, we send all the kids home. We're not prepared to run this —
Suddenly, a child's horrified screams echo through the camp. Hanging up the phone, Paula races out the door, followed by Sissy.
EXT. CAMP FOREST GREEN — GIRLS' CABIN — NIGHT
Sissy and Paula run in the direction of the scream, following it up the steps of the girls' cabin.
INT. GIRLS' CABIN — NIGHT
As Paula and Sissy burst in, a little girl in sleep clothes rushes towards them. She points at a cot across the way.
LITTLE GIRL
(terrified) She saw a monster.
PAULA
Who did?
Paula looks to where the little girl's pointing. Huddled up on her cot, pressed against the wall, is Megan, frightened out of her wits. Her eyes are filled with tears.
Behind Paula and Sissy, the other children stare wide-eyed at Megan. The women approach her gently.
PAULA
(reassuring) It's okay. We're here, Megan.
SISSY
Yeah, honey, we're here.
Paula crouches down next to Megan's cot. Sissy stands next to her friend. Megan has still not stopped trembling.
PAULA
(softly) So, what happened?
MEGAN
(holding back tears) There was this monster, he was after me, and he wanted to kill me.
SISSY
Where?
MEGAN
He was everywhere.
PAULA
(smiles) Oh, you mean you had a bad dream.
MEGAN
(shakes head) No, he was real.
In motherly fashion, Paula wipes Megan's tears and tucks her back under the blanket.
PAULA
Okay, listen, sweetie. We're gonna be right out there all night so nothing can hurt you. Okay?
The child nods tentatively.
PAULA
So no more bad dreams can come around here, huh?
Megan shakes her head.
PAULA
Good. Okay, lay down. (beat) There. Okay. Okay?
Paula smiles lovingly at Megan, then stands. As she and Sissy start to leave, Sissy gets cocky addressing the others.
SISSY
Now you all go back to Z-land. We're on the job and ya don't have to worry about shit.
Paula nudges her for her choice of language.
SISSY
What? I'm sure they hear worse at home.
EXT. CAMP FOREST GREEN — GIRLS' CABIN — NIGHT
As they step outside, Paula turns to Sissy.
PAULA
Hey, wait a minute. Where's Cort? I haven't seen him for hours.
SISSY
(disgusted) I don't know. He called somebody, then he just took off. (beat) Said something about checking out "things that go bump in the night."
EXT. MOBILE HOME CAMPGROUND — NIGHT
A lone RV bounces and pumps to the beat of loud rock music within, bright light beaming from the windows of the mobile home. A cord extends from the vehicle, plugged into the power outlet of this isolated trailer campground.
INT. RV — NIGHT
Felony's "(I'm No) Animal" blasts as Cort and a savagely sexy brunette, NIKKI PARSLEY, make love to the beat. With her on top, reverse cowgirl style, Cort is really getting his "bump in the night." He just lies back and enjoys her skilled technique. Glistening with persperation, she moans and bites her lip with erotic pleasure, never missing a beat with the music. Nikki even bumps and grinds perfectly to the song's drum breaks.
NIKKI
They're the best, the best. (pants) You gotta keep it up 'til the end of this song.
Cort, nearing his climactic moment, strains to avoid it.
CORT
(breathing heavy) How much longer?
Nikki lies back, allowing him to squeeze her soft breasts. She sticks her tongue seductively in his ear.
NIKKI
(whispering) It's only ten more minutes.
Poor Cort's eyes widen. He'll never make it to the final chord.
EXT. MOBILE HOME CAMPGROUND — NIGHT
From a short distance back, a familiar pickup truck pulls into the campground.
Behind the windshield, Tommy watches the rockin', rollin' RV. Eyes dark behind his goalie mask, he doesn't like what he sees.
INT. RV — NIGHT
The tune now blares out a wild guitar solo. Nikki gyrates wildly along with every screeching note. Cort's face contorts wildly as he tries to control his near-exploding passion. He's just about to ...
EXT. MOBILE HOME CAMPGROUND — NIGHT
Tommy grabs the cord in his gloved hand and tears it out, leaving the plug sparking in the outlet.
The RV's bright lights, music, and bouncing instantly die off.
NIKKI
(O.S.) Oh, fuck!
CORT
(O.S.; relieved) Ah, yeah.
INT. RV — NIGHT
Dim moonlight spills in through the windows.
NIKKI
Wait a second, I'll ... (realizing) Cort, you didn't already?
CORT
(defensive) Oh, c'mon, wasn't that the end of the song?
NIKKI
(frustrated) Great. Just great.
Nikki climbs off Cort. Hot, she wipes the sweat from her body with her shirt as she heads to the AC power switch.
NIKKI
If this thing is burned out, friggin' Horace is gonna have my butt.
CORT
Who's Horace?
JILL
(disgusted) My friggin' stepfather and asshole-in-residence.
Jill flips the switch a couple times. Nothing. She presses her face against the window and looks out. She sees the power cord lying on the ground below.
NIKKI
Now, how'd that happen?
CORT
What?
NIKKI
Will you go out and plug the cord back in?
CORT
Who unplugged the cord?
NIKKI
(sarcastic) Smokey the friggin' bear, I don't know. Just go do it!
Annoyed, he starts to get dressed.
CORT
You're a real pain in the ass ... a major pain in the ass.
EXT. MOBILE HOME CAMPGROUND — NIGHT
NIKKI
(O.S.) I gotta get this fuckmobile back before Horace finds out I took it. (beat) Hurry up!
The RV door opens tentatively. Cort sticks his head out and slowly looks around.
NIKKI
(O.S.) Will you come on‽
CORT
(jumps out) Alright. I'm goin'. I'm goin', okay‽ (whispering) God, shut the hell up.
Cort apprehensively walks around the RV, watching everything around him.
Approaching the cord, he reels it in, looking at the torn-out plug and frayed end. He notices Tommy's parked Ford. Creeping towards it, he peers through the windshield; no one inside. He looks in the back; there's the chainsaw, a toolbox and other items, along with a dark residue coating the bottom, attracting flies.
Cort turns to call to Nikki. He bangs into someone right behind him. It's Nikki.
NIKKI
(irritated) What're you doing? (holds up cord) What happened to it?
CORT
(afraid) I don't know ... (glances in truck) but I say unless you wanna look exactly like it, we make this place a memory right now.
Jill looks down at the residue in the truck. Waving away buzzing flies, she looks at the horribly ripped cord end in her hand, then into the still, silent wilderness surrounding them. A deadly fear gripping her, she follows after Cort.
Cort has stopped in the RV doorway. Nikki rushes up, turning to look at what he's staring at.
CORT
(straining to see) Nikki, somebody's out there. What if it's that guy Tommy?
The woods are still, but there is a humanoid shape out there. Perhaps just a tree, distorted by the shadows and their own fearful imaginations.
NIKKI
(afraid) I don't wanna know.
Nikki pushes Cort into the RV. She climbs in, slamming and locking the door.
INT. RV — NIGHT
Cort jumps into the driver's seat. He tries to start the engine. It's dead. He looks at Jill in disbelief.
CORT
No way. This isn't happening.
JILL
You're right, it isn't.
She calmly turns the power switch over to "BATTERY". Cort tries the ignition again. It starts up. He grins at her.
JILL
(impatient) Are you gonna drive or not?
CORT
(whoops) Outta here!
Quickly he shifts and pulls forward. Jill is thrown to the floor. Items fall off the shelves.
NIKKI
Shit! Dammit, Cort.
EXT. MOBILE HOME CAMPGROUND — NIGHT
In a cloud of dust, the huge RV peels out of the campgrounds.
INT. RV — NIGHT — TRAVELLING
Jill is now sent flying back towards the camper. She lands on the bed. Cort laughs loudly as he races down the road.
CORT
Boy, this baby jams. Let me tell ya, for a big truck, it's not bad at all.
NIKKI
(stands) That's it! Pull over, I'm driving.
CORT
(cocky) No way, babe. (turns on radio) I wanna rock!
Alice Cooper's "Teenage Frankenstein" blasts from the radio.
CORT
Yeah! (beat) This is great! I've never driven a house before. I like this. This is great.
As Nikki heads towards Cort, without warning, Tommy bursts out of the bathroom. He yanks her inside with him, the door closing shut on them.
Cort's head bobs enthusiastically to Alice. He whoops, then looks up at the rearview mirror. Not seeing Jill, he turns around. A ruckus can be heard coming from the tiny bathroom.
CORT
(grins) Sounds like you're havin' fun back there. What're you doin'? Need some company?
INT. RV/BATHROOM — NIGHT — TRAVELLING
Nikki struggles in Tommy's grip, trying to scream for Cort. Tommy keeps his hand firmly over her mouth.
INT. RV — NIGHT — TRAVELLING
Cort is still rockin' out behind the wheel. He turns up the volume.
CORT
Ooh, that sounds great. (to Nikki) Do you need some company or what, huh?
INT. RV/BATHROOM — NIGHT — TRAVELLING
Nikki manages to get her mouth free.
NIKKI
Cort!
INT. RV — NIGHT — TRAVELLING
CORT
(happy) This is great. I am having such a good time.
INT. RV/BATHROOM — NIGHT — TRAVELLING
Taking Nikki's head in both hands, Tommy slams it through the mirror, into the metal wall of the RV.
INT. RV — NIGHT — TRAVELLING
CORT
Hey, Nikki, what're you doin' back there? Takin' a dump? (laughs) Mind if I come back and snatch a peek. Or vice versa?
As Cort chortles with amusement, Tommy throws open the door. Closing in on Cort, he reaches to his utility belt, pulling out the long, jagged survival knife. He holds it poised and ready.
Cort drives, oblivious to the grim reaper standing right behind him. He looks up into the rearview mirror; Tommy's goalie-masked face glares back at him. As he recoils in terror, Tommy grabs him by the hair. Raising the gleaming blade, he plunges it into Cort's ear. Suddenly, all sound cuts out. In eerie silence, Tommy pulls the knife out of Cort's head. The lifeless body flops over the wheel.
EXT. RURAL ROAD — NIGHT
Sound resumes as the RV veers off to the right, into a rise in the earth. With a horrible crash, it flips over on its left side.
Slowly, the motionless vehicle catches on fire. A moment passes. Suddenly, the door bursts up and off. Tommy climbs out of the wreckage.
Surrounded by evil smoke, bloody knife in hand, Tommy stands atop the fallen metal beast like a conquering warrior.
CUT TO
A blue Jeep parked on the road, a way's away behind the RV.
Inside, behind the wheel, is the stoney figure of ELIAS VOORHEES.
INT. POLICE STATION/SHERIFF'S OFFICE — NIGHT
Trish and Garris are alone in the station. At his desk, Garris does paperwork. In her cell, Trish lies atop her cot, hands beneath her head, staring at the ceiling.
TRISH
Watching those Hammer horrors with my kid brother, I used to think the blood they used was so fake. "It's too bright! It looks like poster paint!" You're surprised after you've seen how bright arterial blood can be.
SHERIFF GARRIS
(preoccupied) I'm no stranger to blood, Miss Jarvis.
TRISH
But blood is always red. That's a universal. Bright or dark, it's the same basic colour. (beat) Jason Voorhees' blood wasn't red. It was black — tar black. (beat) An infection, a mutation, I don't know what it was, but it got into Tommy. (beat) My brother was the brightest kid. Not just smart; he was alive. That all changed after Jason. I saw the light die in his eyes as he hacked that bastard to pieces. (beat) I stopped visiting him in the institution. Sleep terrors, and the most horrific nightmares. (beat) I couldn't stand the sight of him. Or his eyes ... those lifeless Jason eyes. (beat) I wanted to believe the doctors could fix him, but Tommy's gone. He was murdered by Jason, right alongside my mother and those kids.
In the background we hear a call coming in on the radio. The sheriff goes to answer it.
SHERIFF GARRIS
(takes call) Sheriff Garris. (listens; disturbed) What time? (glances at Trish) I'll be right there.
The sheriff grabs his coat and hat to leave. Trish sits up.
TRISH
What happened?
The sheriff hesitates, not wanting to answer.
TRISH
(insistent) What is going on?
He heads for the door.
TRISH
Tell me!
The sheriff turns back to her.
SHERIFF GARRIS
Those kids here this morning? They just found one of them and some girl. Her head was crushed in, and he ... he had a knife rammed through his skull.
TRISH
It was Tommy.
He exits, slamming the door. Trish slams both fists against the bars, sorrowful.