Off in the mess hall, the cops sit at a table, drinking coffee. The cook
sits at a nearby table, reading a magazine and looking relatively bored.
Cop #1 turns to the cook.
Cop #1: This is great. Much appreciated.
Chef (ambrosia): Yeah, whatever, thanks. You want more?
Cop #2: Sure, that would be great.
A camper, looking halfway nervous and excited, sits at the table with the cops.
Camper (Spike2002): So...what do you think was up with those murders? That's really sort of wild, you know. I mean, I didn't know those guys that got killed, but that's some real crazy stuff to have happen to someone...you've at least...met and all.
Cop #1 looks a bit disgruntled. Cop #2 clears his throat and looks around. Cop #1 sighs.
Cop #1: Well...we weren't...you know...out there, with the, um...bodies. You know. We're not...hands on, per se.
Cop #2: Yeah. We were mostly...around here...the other guys...worried about the, you know...bodies.
Camper looks a little disappointed.
Camper: Oh. Well.
The camper looks around, then turns back, a bit anxiously.
Camper: Hey...do you think the guy...you know...is gonna...come back?
Cop #2 turns, looking a bit more serious-minded and authoritave.
Cop #2: Look, kid. I'm sure whoever did this...you know...thing...(gestures toward the woods)...whoever did that is long gone by now. You've got nothing to worry about.
Inside the cabin, Freddy stares menacingly at Jason.
Freddy: That's right. Nobody's here to pinch you, but no matter, as you won't wake up. You just manage to get rid of me...but I'm back.
Freddy picks up an axe near the door.
Freddy: Time for round two!
Freddy takes a step forward, swinging the axe. Jason takes a step forward, gripping his machete...
Cut to:
Nervous Camper #2 runs like crazy away from the cabin, stumbling, tripping, getting back up, running some more. The Nervous Camper runs toward the lodge at top speed, pumping his legs, trying to make it there.
Inside the lodge, another counselor walks in. He notices the cops and gets angry.
Counselor (sniktawt): Hey! What the hell are you guys doing in here? You're supposed to be on watch!
The cops stumble, taking their legs off the table quickly, trying to look like they were just leaving.
Cop #1: We've been out there for hours and we just wanted some coffee...
Cop #2: Barely been in here two minutes.
The chef checks his watch, not having been listening to the conversation.
Chef: You guys have been here more than two minutes.
The Camper looks around, as if to find somewhere to jump into the conversation. At that moment, the Nervous Camper busts through the door.
Nervous Camper: HE'S BACK!
In the cabin, Jason swings the machete, but Freddy leans out of the way, kicking Jason hard in the stomach. Jason swings again, but Freddy pulls the axe down in the way. Freddy punches Jason, hard, and then kicks him backwards into a wall.
Freddy: I don't take well to being taken out. It's a real hassle to get back.
Freddy swings the axe down on Jason, connecting with Jason's shoulder. Blood shoots out and Jason drops, wounded shoulder hitting the ground, Jason gripping it.
Freddy cackles.
Freddy: Axe-ellent.
Cut to:
The two cops burst out of the lodge, running back toward the cabin. The counselor has his hands on the Camper's shoulders.
Counselor: Stay here.
Camper: But --
Counselor: [Nervous Camper] needs someone to stay here and keep him company, he's scared out of his mind. Wait for us, we'll be right back.
The counselor turns and runs after the cops. The camper looks around, frustrated.
Camper: S---!
The cops run up to the door they had been guarding and stop, worried. There is a small bit in the center of the door that has been splintered outward. The counselor runs up, looks at them quizzically for a moment, then pushes Cop #2.
Counselor: What the hell are you waiting for? Go! Go!
Cop #2 slowly walks up to the door and pulls it open. Card Player #3's lifeless and bloody body hits the steps. The cops pull out their guns and run into the cabin, while the counselor stares in horror.
Counselor: Oh, God...
Freddy pulls the axe out of Jason's shoulder. More blood squirts out. Freddy raises the machete...
The machete is shot out of his hands, and he turns his head to see behind him. The cops are standing there, guns drawn.
Cop #1: Remove your glove and step forward. You are under arrest.
Freddy: Oh, am I?
Freddy grabs Jason, hauling him up and around in front of him. The cops fire, hitting Jason in the arms and a couple bullets in the chest. Jason's body hits the floor, and the screen door can be seen swinging shut behind.
The camera is next to Jason's head on the ground, as the cops step past him and out the door...
Outside, the cops look around, confused. Freddy is nowhere to be seen. Camp Crystal Lake is beginning to get foggy, a thin mist covering the area.
A sound comes out of the darkness. One of the cops jerks around. Nothing...
Another sound. The cops twist around again. Still nothing.
A far-off cackle. The cops turn around again to see the counselor advancing.
Cop #2: Sir, please, go back to the lodge and stay there until one of us comes and gets you, it's too dangerous.
Counselor: But more of my campers are dead!
Cop #2: Sir, please, it's for your own safety!
Counselor: But what is going on?
Freddy: Nothing you'll ever need to worry about!
Suddenly, claws emerge from the chest of the counselor and plunge into Cop #2 as the body gets right up close.
Cop #1 turns in terror to see Freddy remove his arm, bloody from shoulder to knifetip, from the bodies of the counselor and Cop #2, who fall to the ground.
Freddy: Had a lot to get off his chest. Or should I say, out of?
Cop #1: Stop right there!
Freddy: Now, son, if that worked, I'd have been gone a long time ago.
Freddy steps forward, about to kill the cop, when the cop turns and runs, making a break for it. Freddy walks after him...
Inside the lodge, the Camper plays Solitaire on a table while the Nervous Camper sits in the corner, shaking. There is a slam and the Camper and Nervous Camper both look up. Cop #1 has run in through the door. He runs over to one of the police bags sitting near the door of the lodge and pulls out a shotgun, hastily inserting ammo. He turns back to the door, looking terrified.
Camper: What's going on?
Cop #1: Shut the f--- up, kid! He's coming!
Camper: Who?
The Nervous Camper screams at the top of his lungs. Cop #1 turns around to find Freddy's claws being shoved through his chest. The Chef and Camper gape, and the Nervous Camper screams some more. The cop drops to the floor.
The Camper takes off, running across tables, toward the opposite door, trying to escape Freddy. He runs outside...
There is a wet crunch, and the body of the Camper comes flying back in as Jason enters, his machete glistening.
Freddy: Ready for more?
Jason approaches Freddy quickly, but they are interrupted by a shotgun blast into the ceiling. Turning around...
There stands Ash, holding the dead cop's shotgun.
Ash: Alright. Which one of you b----rds killed my girlfriend?
Cop #1: This is great. Much appreciated.
Chef (ambrosia): Yeah, whatever, thanks. You want more?
Cop #2: Sure, that would be great.
A camper, looking halfway nervous and excited, sits at the table with the cops.
Camper (Spike2002): So...what do you think was up with those murders? That's really sort of wild, you know. I mean, I didn't know those guys that got killed, but that's some real crazy stuff to have happen to someone...you've at least...met and all.
Cop #1 looks a bit disgruntled. Cop #2 clears his throat and looks around. Cop #1 sighs.
Cop #1: Well...we weren't...you know...out there, with the, um...bodies. You know. We're not...hands on, per se.
Cop #2: Yeah. We were mostly...around here...the other guys...worried about the, you know...bodies.
Camper looks a little disappointed.
Camper: Oh. Well.
The camper looks around, then turns back, a bit anxiously.
Camper: Hey...do you think the guy...you know...is gonna...come back?
Cop #2 turns, looking a bit more serious-minded and authoritave.
Cop #2: Look, kid. I'm sure whoever did this...you know...thing...(gestures toward the woods)...whoever did that is long gone by now. You've got nothing to worry about.
Inside the cabin, Freddy stares menacingly at Jason.
Freddy: That's right. Nobody's here to pinch you, but no matter, as you won't wake up. You just manage to get rid of me...but I'm back.
Freddy picks up an axe near the door.
Freddy: Time for round two!
Freddy takes a step forward, swinging the axe. Jason takes a step forward, gripping his machete...
Cut to:
Nervous Camper #2 runs like crazy away from the cabin, stumbling, tripping, getting back up, running some more. The Nervous Camper runs toward the lodge at top speed, pumping his legs, trying to make it there.
Inside the lodge, another counselor walks in. He notices the cops and gets angry.
Counselor (sniktawt): Hey! What the hell are you guys doing in here? You're supposed to be on watch!
The cops stumble, taking their legs off the table quickly, trying to look like they were just leaving.
Cop #1: We've been out there for hours and we just wanted some coffee...
Cop #2: Barely been in here two minutes.
The chef checks his watch, not having been listening to the conversation.
Chef: You guys have been here more than two minutes.
The Camper looks around, as if to find somewhere to jump into the conversation. At that moment, the Nervous Camper busts through the door.
Nervous Camper: HE'S BACK!
In the cabin, Jason swings the machete, but Freddy leans out of the way, kicking Jason hard in the stomach. Jason swings again, but Freddy pulls the axe down in the way. Freddy punches Jason, hard, and then kicks him backwards into a wall.
Freddy: I don't take well to being taken out. It's a real hassle to get back.
Freddy swings the axe down on Jason, connecting with Jason's shoulder. Blood shoots out and Jason drops, wounded shoulder hitting the ground, Jason gripping it.
Freddy cackles.
Freddy: Axe-ellent.
Cut to:
The two cops burst out of the lodge, running back toward the cabin. The counselor has his hands on the Camper's shoulders.
Counselor: Stay here.
Camper: But --
Counselor: [Nervous Camper] needs someone to stay here and keep him company, he's scared out of his mind. Wait for us, we'll be right back.
The counselor turns and runs after the cops. The camper looks around, frustrated.
Camper: S---!
The cops run up to the door they had been guarding and stop, worried. There is a small bit in the center of the door that has been splintered outward. The counselor runs up, looks at them quizzically for a moment, then pushes Cop #2.
Counselor: What the hell are you waiting for? Go! Go!
Cop #2 slowly walks up to the door and pulls it open. Card Player #3's lifeless and bloody body hits the steps. The cops pull out their guns and run into the cabin, while the counselor stares in horror.
Counselor: Oh, God...
Freddy pulls the axe out of Jason's shoulder. More blood squirts out. Freddy raises the machete...
The machete is shot out of his hands, and he turns his head to see behind him. The cops are standing there, guns drawn.
Cop #1: Remove your glove and step forward. You are under arrest.
Freddy: Oh, am I?
Freddy grabs Jason, hauling him up and around in front of him. The cops fire, hitting Jason in the arms and a couple bullets in the chest. Jason's body hits the floor, and the screen door can be seen swinging shut behind.
The camera is next to Jason's head on the ground, as the cops step past him and out the door...
Outside, the cops look around, confused. Freddy is nowhere to be seen. Camp Crystal Lake is beginning to get foggy, a thin mist covering the area.
A sound comes out of the darkness. One of the cops jerks around. Nothing...
Another sound. The cops twist around again. Still nothing.
A far-off cackle. The cops turn around again to see the counselor advancing.
Cop #2: Sir, please, go back to the lodge and stay there until one of us comes and gets you, it's too dangerous.
Counselor: But more of my campers are dead!
Cop #2: Sir, please, it's for your own safety!
Counselor: But what is going on?
Freddy: Nothing you'll ever need to worry about!
Suddenly, claws emerge from the chest of the counselor and plunge into Cop #2 as the body gets right up close.
Cop #1 turns in terror to see Freddy remove his arm, bloody from shoulder to knifetip, from the bodies of the counselor and Cop #2, who fall to the ground.
Freddy: Had a lot to get off his chest. Or should I say, out of?
Cop #1: Stop right there!
Freddy: Now, son, if that worked, I'd have been gone a long time ago.
Freddy steps forward, about to kill the cop, when the cop turns and runs, making a break for it. Freddy walks after him...
Inside the lodge, the Camper plays Solitaire on a table while the Nervous Camper sits in the corner, shaking. There is a slam and the Camper and Nervous Camper both look up. Cop #1 has run in through the door. He runs over to one of the police bags sitting near the door of the lodge and pulls out a shotgun, hastily inserting ammo. He turns back to the door, looking terrified.
Camper: What's going on?
Cop #1: Shut the f--- up, kid! He's coming!
Camper: Who?
The Nervous Camper screams at the top of his lungs. Cop #1 turns around to find Freddy's claws being shoved through his chest. The Chef and Camper gape, and the Nervous Camper screams some more. The cop drops to the floor.
The Camper takes off, running across tables, toward the opposite door, trying to escape Freddy. He runs outside...
There is a wet crunch, and the body of the Camper comes flying back in as Jason enters, his machete glistening.
Freddy: Ready for more?
Jason approaches Freddy quickly, but they are interrupted by a shotgun blast into the ceiling. Turning around...
There stands Ash, holding the dead cop's shotgun.
Ash: Alright. Which one of you b----rds killed my girlfriend?
