Friday The 13th Part V: A New Beginning
(Revised)
(It is a dark and stormy night. Torrential rain pours down on a heavily wooded area. A young boy of 12 or 14 years of age, wearing a bright yellow rain coat and black rubber boots is walking briskly through the wet brush. He comes upon a grave site. Lightning flashes in the distance, illuminating the grave stone for a moment. It reads "Jason Voorhees". The boy is young Tommy Jarvis, the one person who brought an end to Jason's week long reign of terror. The sounds of voices in the distance brings Tommy out of his reverie, prompting him to run and hide in the bushes. The voices belong to two young men, Les and Neil.)
Les: Let's find him.
Neil: I know he's here somewhere.
Les: Come on, look for it.
Neil: I know it's here.
Les: There! Over to the right!
Neil: That's it! There it is!
Les: That's it! All right!
(Les and Neil run up to Jason's grave carrying a pair of shovels.)
Neil: This is it, all right! Let's rip this sucker open!
Les: Get a look at the main man!
(Les and Neil begin digging up Jason's grave.)
Neil: Come on, dig! Deeper!
Les: Come on, dig. Come on, let's dig!
Neil: Come on, faster! Dig!
Neil: Get the dirt off and we'll open it.
(Les and Neil remove the dirt, exposing the lid of Jason's coffin.)
Les: This is it.
Neil: Come on! Come on.
Les: Pry!
Neil: Move it over here! Harder! Come on!
Les: Come on, Neil!
Neil: OK, here it comes.
(Les and Neil successfully remove the lid of the cheap wooden coffin. They kneel down in the dirt for a closer look. Lightning flashes, illuminating the grave. Jason's body is laying there, live worms crawling out of the eye holes of his hockey mask. Suddenly and without warning, Jason's left hand strikes out clutching a machete, plunging the blade deep into Neil's belly. Les looks on in shock as Jason's right hand strikes out clutching an ice pick, driving the pick into Les's throat. Tommy Jarvis watches on in horror as Jason Voorhees stands up in his grave. He retrieves his machete from Neil's corpse and climbs out of his coffin. Jason casually walks towards Tommy, who can only look on frozen with fear. Jason slowly raises his machete high overhead.)
Tommy: No... please, no!
(Jason brings his machete down in an overhead slash. But it was all just a dream! Tommy wakes up with a start in the back seat of a van. He is no longer a child barely into his teens, but is now a young adult of 18 years. The van is from The Unger Institute Of Mental Health and is being driven by two orderlies, Steve in the drivers seat and Billy who is riding shotgun while reading a Penthouse magazine. The van pulls into the driveway of The Pinehurst Home For Troubled Youth. They drive past several of the homes current residents, including Vic who is driving a tractor, Robin, Violet, Scott, and Joey.)
Joey: That must be the new kid.
(The van comes to a stop and Billy hops out and opens the sliding back door.)
Billy: Last stop. Everybody out.
(Tommy remains seated in the back of the van, not moving nor speaking.)
Billy: No? Beautiful. Sit there. I don't give a shit.
(A beautiful blonde woman in her mid to late thirties named Pam walks up to the van.)
Billy: How you doing?
Pam: Tommy Jarvis?
(No answer.)
Pam: Hi, my name is Pam Roberts. I'm the assistant director. I'm glad you're here. If you'd like to grab your things, I'll take you in to meet the doctor.
(Tommy grabs his bag and gets out of the van.)
Pam: Great. (She turns towards Billy) Thank you.
Billy: Anytime, doll.
(Pam leads Tommy into the house.)
Pam: How was the ride?
(No answer.)
Pam: Come on, Tommy. You OK?
(Pam leads Tommy into Matt's office.)
Matt: Come in. Hi.
(Matt extends his hand to shake Tommy's, but Tommy doesn't take it.)
Matt: Hi, Tommy. I'm Matthew Letter. Welcome to Pinehurst. Have a seat.
(Tommy makes no move to sit down.)
Matt: Sit down, son.
(Tommy finally sits down. He begins absentmindedly fidgeting with the zipper on his duffle bag.)
Matt: I'll tell you a little about Pinehurst, then we'll let you get settled. How's that sound?
(No answer.)
Matt: How does that sound?
Tommy: Sure.
Matt: All right. About Pinehurst, you'll find we're very different from the state institution. We don't have any guards here. Nobody tells you what to do. Basically, you're your own boss.
Pam: It's an honour system, Tommy.
Matt: What you're really doing here, Tommy, is preparing yourself to re-enter society and start a new life. Towards that end, we do have regular group sessions in order to help evaluate everyone's progress. (Turns to address Pam) Pam, wanna point Tommy toward his room and get him started?
Pam: Sure. (To Tommy) OK? Go through the kitchen, up the stairs, and it's the first door on your left, OK? See you in a bit.
(Tommy leaves to go to his room.)
Pam: What do you think?
Matt: The kid's a real talker.
Pam: (laughing) I noticed. How'd they diagnose him?
Matt: "Severe trauma at age 12. "Brutal self-defense murder of a psychopathic killer." They've given him every therapy
and treatment they can think of. It's a wonder his mind isn't fried from all of the drugs they've prescribed him.
(Up in Tommy's room, Tommy is unpacking his belongings. He pulls out a framed picture of his mom and older sister sitting on their front porch with his dog, Gordon. He places the photo on the night stand next to his bed. Tommy then pulls out a folding buck knife, extends the blade to check its edge, then folds it back up and hides it under his mattress. Tommy picks up his now empty bag and heads towards his closet to put it away. As he opens the closet door, a large rubber spider on a string drops down in front of his face startling him. A young black boy of about 13 years of age comes out of hiding, giggling.)
Reggie: You scared of spiders? (No answer) You scared of rubber spiders? (No answer) You scared of rubber spiders on strings? (No answer) Man, you are one scared cat. Where I come from, you learn to be scared of nothing. They call me Reggie the Reckless. No spider scares me.
(Tommy turns around wearing one of his custom monster masks and snarls, causing Reggie to jump in fright.)
Reggie: Yo, man!
(Tommy takes his mask off, then starts arranging his mask collection on his bed. Reggie absentmindedly picks one up and begins looking at it.)
Tommy: Don't. (Tommy grabs the mask away from Reggie)
Reggie: Don't get all twisted out of shape. You act like you made these things or something.
Tommy: I did.
Reggie: Solid. So you're the new nut?
Tommy: Is that what they call us?
Reggie: "Us"? I ain't one of you. I'm just visiting. My granddaddy works here. (Police sirens blare from outside.) Gotta split. Catch you later. There's action.
Robin: Joey, come on. Hurry up.
Violet: Oh, my God!
Robin: Hey, you guys! Joey, come on.
(Reggie goes running out of the house to see what is happening, but his grandfather grabs him by the arm and holds him back.)
Reggie: Stop, Grandpa! Don't!
Sheriff: Hey, Matt. How's it going?
Matt: All right. What's up?
Sheriff: It's like we talked about. You got some neighbors who aren't too happy about your place here. I respect what you're trying to do, Matt, I do. But we found a couple of your kids on the Hubbard place again. (Sheriff turns to his deputy) Deputy! Bring 'em out.
Deputy: Yes, sir. (Opens the back door of the police cruiser) Everybody out. (Tina and Eddie exit the vehicle) Stop fooling around. Fall in.
Eddie: (Saluting like a soldier) Yes, sir.
Deputy: Move, wise guy.
Sheriff: We found them in Hubbard's woods. They were screwing their heads off, Matt. We're lucky this time, because Ethel didn't see them.
Matt: I'll take care of it, Sheriff.
(Just then Ethel and Junior ride up to the sheriff and Matt on Junior's motorcycle)
Ethel: I'll do the talking. You Keep quiet.
Sheriff: Morning, Ethel. Don't you look lovely?
Ethel: Horseshit! Sheriff, you better hear me good. I want this loony bin closed down. You hear? These kids ain't nothing but trouble! They disrespect property, and they're all crazy!
Junior: You tell 'em, Ma!
Sheriff: These kids weren't doing . . .
Ethel: Doing? Doing?! You think I don't know what those two perverts were doing in my yard!?
Junior: Say it like you mean it, Ma!
Ethel: (Turning towards Junior) Would you shut the fuck up? (Turns back to address the others) I'll tell all of you. You mark my words, the next bastard comes near my farm,I'll blow your fucking brains out. You hear? (The sheriff moves as to gently guide Ethel away from the property) Don't you come near me, Sheriff, I've warned you. I've got a bomb on me. I swear to you! Make one move toward me, I'm gonna blow us all up. (Turns to Junior) Start the engines, Junior. That's it. My final words.
Pam: OK, people, let's go. Party's over.
Sheriff: She's really something, ain't she? Seriously Matt, try to keep your kids off her property.
Matt: I will.
Sheriff: I understand you got the Jarvis kid today.
Matt: Yeah. He arrived earlier.
Sheriff: And?
Matt: And what?
Sheriff: What's he like?
Matt: He's like any other kid. He's just been through a lot,that's all.
Sheriff: Yeah. Good luck with him, pal.
Matt: Thanks a lot, Sheriff.
(Later that day, Matt and Pam gather all of the kids under their care into the living room for a group session.)
Matt: Hey everyone. I thought we should start today's session with introductions, as we have a new resident, Tommy Jarvis. Tommy, would you like to introduce yourself? (Tommy just sits silently). Okay, maybe you'll feel more comfortable if someone else starts. Hey Jake, how about you?
Jake: O-okay. (Jake stands up) Umm, hi. M-my name is J-J-Jake. A-as you can p-p-p-probably t-tell, I have a st-st-stutter. I've ha-ha-had it all my life. W-when I was y-y-younger, I got b-b-bullied p-pretty bad about it. It g-g-got s0 b-bad that one d-day I tried t-t-t-to c-commit su-suicide. M-my parents found me in the b-b-bath tub with m-my wrists s-sl-slashed. Th-th-they rushed m-me to the hos-hospital. Af-after I recovered phys-physically, they sent me to a m-m-mental hospital to l-l-learn hoe to d-d-deal with the b-bullies without re-re-resorting to self h-h-harm. And n-n-now I'm here.
Matt: Thank you Jake. So who wants to go next?
Robin: (Raises her hand) I guess I'll go next. (She stands up) Hi, my name is Robin. When I was little I wanted to become a fashion model. I wanted it more than anything. I used to look at all of these models on the cover of Cosmo and other fashion magazines and I wished that I could be a slim and beautiful as they were. So I started eating less and less, and overworking myself with cardio exercise. I was eventually so skinny that I looked like a famine victim from one of those impoverished African countries, yet I still thought that I was too fat. When my parents finally realized what I was doing to myself, they forced me to go to a special hospital for people with eating disorders. And now I'm here, and I'm no longer obsessed with my weight.
Matt: Thank you very much Robin. So who wants to go next?
Joey: (Standing up with his hand raised) Me! I wanna go next!
Matt: Okay Joey. The floor is yours.
Joey: Hi. I'm Joey. I don't really know what's wrong with me. The doctors say that it might be Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, 'cause they think maybe my mom drank when she was pregnant with me, but they're not sure. Whatever it is, I kinda have a hard time thinking straight and understanding people. But when I get out of here, I'm gonna train to become a chef. Then I'll come back here and work for Matt, helping George in the kitchen.
Matt: Those are some real nice life goals Joey.
Eddie: As if any of us will get anything to eat with him working in the kitchen.
Matt: Eddie!
Eddie: Sorry Matt.
Matt: I'm not the one you need to be apologizing to.
Eddie: Right. Sorry Joey.
Joey: It's okay. It was kinda funny.
Matt: Since you're so eager to talk, Eddie, why don't you go next?
Eddie: Sure. (He stands up.) My name's Eddie. I have what my doctors call an Impulse Control Disorder. Basically I have zero filters. When I want to say something, I say it. If I want to do something, I do it. I don't really think about how I make others feel when I do these things, at least not until after I've already done them. After getting kicked out of my sixth school, my parents finally decided to send me to get some professional help. As you can probably tell, I still have a ways to go. But I'm a lot better than I was.
Matt: Thank you Eddie. So, who's next?
Tina: (Standing up) I guess that's me.
Matt: Okay Tina, go ahead.
Tina: Hi. My name's Tina. And I'm here because my stepdad used to like to climb into my bed and fuck me. He started when I was just ten years old, and it continued until I was fourteen. When my mom finally found out what was happening she kicked me out of the house for "seducing her husband". I ended up becoming hypersexual. I would fuck pretty much anyone who was even remotely nice to me. My doctors tell me that I was doing that in order to try to take back the control over my sexuality which was taken from me by my stepdad. And now I'm here, and I'm doing much better. Now I only fuck guys that I actually love.
Matt: That's very nice Tina. So who's next? Vic? How about you?
Vic: Fuck off.
Matt: Vic, we've talked about this.
Vic: Fine. My name's Vic, and I'm here because I have anger management issues. Now piss off!
Matt: Okay, fine. Thank you for sharing, Vic. Violet, why don't you go next?
Violet: (Standing up.) Hi. I'm Violet, and I'm here because my parents are rich. (She sits back down.)
Matt: I think we need a little more than that Vi.
Violet: Fine. (Stands back up.) I'm a trust fund kid. I grew up in a big house with servants and nannies and everything any kid could ever hope for. But as I grew older, I began to see just how empty my life was. So I started running against the grain. I started trading in my princess dresses for jeans and t-shirts. My make up went from light pink and blue to black and dark purple. My musical tastes went from Mozart and Beethoven to Alice Cooper and Pseudo Echo. I went from doing ballet to break dancing. My parents couldn't possibly conceive that their little girl would willingly change everything about herself, so they concluded that I must be sick in the head. They sent me to psychiatrist after psychiatrist trying to find a diagnosis other than "teenage rebellion". Eventually they sent me here. So now I'm just waiting to turn eighteen and become legally emancipated so that I can leave them and their shallow lives in the dust. (She turns to Matt.) Happy?
Matt: Ecstatic. You can sit down now, Vi. (Turns towards Tommy) So what do you think, Tommy? Wanna introduce yourself?
Tommy: (Standing up.) Hey. I'm Tommy. When I was a kid my family and I used to live in the woods near Crystal Lake. One night the people next door and us were attacked by Jason Voorhees. He killed everyone, including my mom, except for me and my sister Trish. I ended up hacking him to death with his own machete. People called me a hero. But I never felt very heroic. That night messed me up pretty bad. And I don't know if I'll ever get better. (Tommy sits back down).
Matt: (Patting Tommy on the shoulder) You're here with us, Tommy. That means that you are getting better.
(Later that day the kids are out in the yard doing their chores. Vic is at the wood pile chopping firewood while Robin and Violet are over at the clothesline hanging up the clean laundry. Joey steps out onto the back patio and looks around while munching on a chocolate bar. He walks over to Robin and Violet.)
Joey: Hi, girls.
Robin: Hi, Joey.
Joey: Hi, Violet.
Violet: Hi.
Joey: What are you doing?
Robin: Laundry, Joey.
Joey: Can I help? I'm very good at laundry. Matt never assigns it to me. I don't know why.
Robin: Look, we have to get this finished.
Joey: So I'm here to help you. You can count on me, Rob. You too, Vi. Want a chocolate bar? Here, you want it? I'll give you half, but I'll need half for later.
Violet: Piss off!
Joey: Please let me help you. It's no problem . . . (Joey grabs a handful of clean bedsheets, getting melted chocolate all over them.)
Robin: Get out of here!
Violet: Fuck!
Joey: I'm sorry. I can do laundry great. But if that's how you feel, forget it. I'll just go help somebody else
instead. I'll see you later. (Joey begins to walk away, and then turns back) If you change your mind, I'll be right around . . .
Robin: Joey!
Violet: Jesus, what a loser.
Robin: Look at this sheet.
Violet: I'm not gonna wash it, you wash it.
(Joey walks over to the wood pile where Vic is chopping wood)
Joey: Hi, Vic!
Vic: (Still chopping wood) Get lost.
Joey: Don't be like that. I'm here to help you with the wood today. And anyway, I got two chocolate bars, see? (Joey puts his hand next to his mouth conspiratorially and whispers) Don't tell the girls.
Violet: What an asshole.
Joey: You know, Vic, before I came here, I never had anything to do, me being an orphan and all. People always teased me about sitting around like some kind of pig or something. But here, it's different. I can help others and do a lot of things. You know something? I really love it here.
Vic: I hate it!
Joey: You know, to be perfectly honest with you, I never chopped wood before, but it certainly looks like fun.
Vic: Leave me alone!
Joey: (Holds out one of the chocolate bars) Here, Vic. Want a bite? I'll just put it over here and you can have it later. (Joey places the chocolate bar next to the log Vic has been chopping away at. Vic promptly cuts the chocolate bar in half with the axe.)
Joey: Well, if that's the way you feel, forget it, Vic! Just forget it! But I think you're really out of line.
(As Joey turns to walk away, Vic takes the axe and buries it in Joey's back. Robin and Violet scream in horror as Vic hacks into Joey again and again. Scene cuts to Vic sitting in the back seat of the sheriff's police cruiser.)
Sheriff: (On his CB radio) We got a homicide on our hands. See what you've got on a Faden. Victor J. Faden. F-A-D-E-N. Thanks. (The sheriff walks over to Matt.) Is there someone we should notify?
Matt: As far as I know, there's no immediate family. His mother died while giving birth. I don't know about the father. Took off somewhere, I guess. The kid got shuffled from home to home until he came here. He was a good kid.
Sheriff: I know, Matt.
(Two paramedics, Duke and Roy, drive up in their ambulance, They get out of the vehicle and head on over to the wood pile. Duke kneels down next to the body.)
Duke: So, what have we got here? (Robin and Violet gasp while Tina turns and buries her face in Eddie's shoulder so she doesn't have to see Joey's mangled body. Roy turns away in shock) Bunch of pussies. Come on, Roy. Get your hands dirty.
(Roy steps over to the body and kneels down, looking coldly towards Duke. Scene fades to black.)
(Tommy lays in his bed, sweating profusely as he relives the moment when he was hacking madly at Jason's body while his sister, Trish, repeatedly called for him to stop. Tommy gets out of bed and grabs his prescription bottles. He dumps the pills onto his dresser and then quickly takes a couple, swallowing them dry. He looks into the mirror and sees Jason standing behind him in the reflection, holding a bloody axe as if ready to attack him with it. Tommy turns around to confront Jason, only to find that there's nobody there.)
(Over on the Hubbards farm, Ethel is chopping up a chicken with a meat cleaver. Banjo music is playing on the radio.)
Ethel: Heeeee-ya! (CHOP) I'm gonna chop you into itty-bitty little pieces, my friend. Just like they done to that piggo over at that fucking crazy farm. Heeee-ya! (Chop)
Junior: Heeeee-ya! (Hits the table with his spoon)
Ethel: You big dildo. Eat your fucking slop. Ain't I make the best God damn stew in the world?
Junior: Best God damn stew in the world, Ma!
(Outside the chickens begin clucking like crazy)
Ethel: It's that God damn coyote, trying to kill my lot again. I'll show that bastard once and for all, Junior.
(Ethel grabs her double barrel shotgun and charges outside. Junior continues to shovel spoonful after spoonful of stew into his mouth. Junior gets up from the table to get another helping of stew. As he does so, the banjo music on the radio stops and is replaced by a news bulletin.)
Radio: We interrupt this program to bring you the following news bulletin. Accused murderer, Victor J. Faden, who had allegedly murdered a fellow patient at the Pinehurst Home For Troubled Youths, has escaped police custody. He is considered to be armed and extremely dangerous. If you happen to encounter him, do not engage with him directly. Head to the nearest phone and call the police. I repeat. Accused murderer Victor J. Faden has escaped police custody. He is considered to be armed and extremely dangerous. If you see him, go immediately to the nearest phone and call the police. We thank you for your cooperation, and we shall now return you to your regularly scheduled program.
(As Junior is serving himself a second helping of stew, a mysterious figure enters the house. The figure slowly approaches Junior, being careful to not make a sound. Junior turns around to head back to the kitchen table and stops dead in his tracks, a look of terror on his face. Junior opens his mouth to cry out when the stranger slashes across Junior's throat with a large butcher knife. Blood pours down Junior's chest as the cut across his throat opens up from ear to ear. Meanwhile outside, Ethel is searching for whatever was disturbing her chickens. She doesn't see any signs of coyotes or trespassers. She hears a twig snapping behind her, so she whirls around and fires both barrels of her shotgun, one after the other. Something falls to the ground. Ethel cautiously approaches and takes a closer look. It's her scarecrow, blasted to bits.)
Ethel: Well, shit.
(Ethel goes back inside her farmhouse. She sees Junior sitting at the table, his face laying in a bowl of stew. Ethel leans her shotgun against the wall in the corner of the kitchen.)
Ethel: Figures you'd be eating my stew like a fat pig. You're gonna have to make us a new scarecrow. I blew the last one to bits. (Junior remains silent and motionless) What the fuck did you do, you dumb shit? Drown in your stew? (Still no answer) Well answer me God damn it!
(Ethel grabs Junior by the shoulder and yanks him up out of his stew, exposing his slashed throat. Junior stares blankly up at the ceiling, very much dead. Ethel runs over to the phone and picks up the receiver, only to find that the cord had been cut. She turns and runs to the door. As she opens the door she sees the mysterious figure standing there, holding an axe. Ethel's eyes widen in shock and horror as the killer brings the axe down into her face. She falls back onto the kitchen floor, an axe buried in her forehead, quite dead and with no one the wiser.)
(The next morning at Pinehurst, George the cook is in the kitchen preparing breakfast. He hands a plate of scrambled eggs to his grandson, Reggie, to put on the table.)
George: There you go.
Reggie: (Placing the serving tray of eggs on the table) Gramps.
George: What is it, son?
Reggie: Can I go see my brother tomorrow?
George: We'll see. You know how I feel about that.
Reggie: But Gramps . . .
George: I said we'll see, Reggie.
(Reggie sits down at the table and pouts. George can't help but smile.)
George: Come here, Reggie the Reckless.
(Reggie walks over to his grandpa, who then gives him a hug and kisses him on the forehead.)
Reggie: Do me a favor, don't kiss me when there's people around.
George: OK, it's cool. Go and let everyone know breakfast is ready.
Reggie: (Goes to the door and shouts) Breakfast! Come and get it!
George: I could've done that.
Jake: I-I m-miss Joey already.
Robin: So do I.
Jake: I-I hope Victor gets what's coming to him.
Pam: Morning, everybody.
Everyone: Morning.
Robin: Violet, you set too many places.
Violet: (Taking off her headphones) Huh?
Robin: I said, you set too many places.
Violet: No, I didn't!
Robin: Yes, you did!
George: Victor and Joey won't be here this morning, Violet.
Reggie: Or any other morning.
George: Reggie!
Violet: Oh, God. I'm sorry.
Jake: Y-you don't s-set a place for a dead person.
Violet: I said I was sorry!
Matt: (Entering the dining room) What's going on here? (Nobody says anything) Look, I know how you all feel. This thing is not easy . . . for any of us. So let's just have breakfast.
Robin: I'm sorry, Violet.
Matt: Where's Eddie?
Tina: He's upstairs.
Matt: (To Tommy) Would you mind telling Eddie to come downstairs? (Tommy doesn't say or do anything) Tommy? Would you mind?
Tommy: Yeah, all right.
(Tommy starts heading towards the door when Eddie jumps out wearing one of Tommy's monster masks and roars. He laughs as he removes the mask, and the other kids join in, glad for a little levity.)
Eddie: (Playfully punching Tommy repeatedly in the shoulder) Relax, Chief. What's wrong, no sense of humour? Can't you take a joke?
(Tommy grabs Eddie and picks him up in a fireman's carry, and then slams him down through a side table. Before anyone can respond, Tommy jumps on top of Eddie and starts wailing away on him with his fists until Matt is finally able to drag Tommy away and hold him still while he tries to calm him.)
Matt: It's all right, Tommy! It's gonna be all right. Just relax. You're gonna be just fine.
(Later in the day, Matt and Pam bring everyone in Pinehurst together in the living room for a Group Meeting. Even George and Reggie are there.)
Matt: Considering everything that has happened over the past couple of days, I thought it would be a good idea for us to all get together as a group and discuss our feelings. We all knew Joey, and his death has clearly affected all of us very deeply. This morning is a shining example of that. We need to talk this out so that something like this doesn't happen again. Even you, Reggie the Reckless.
Reggie: 'Cause if I don't I might wind up being a guest here for other reasons besides visiting Gramps?
Matt: (Smiling) Something like that. Eddie, why don't you start.
Eddie: Yeah, sure. (Turns to Tommy) Look man, I'm sorry about taking your mask without permission. It was just a joke. I really didn't think that you'd take it so seriously. And I figured everyone could use a good laugh after what happened to Joey.
Matt: That's a very good apology, Eddie. (To Tommy) Tommy? Do you have anything to say to Eddie? (Tommy remains silent.) Tommy?
Reggie: Look, Tommy's really protective of his masks. He actually made them all himself, so it's not like you can just go to a costume shop and buy him a new one.
Eddie: Seriously? (To Tommy) Look man, I didn't know. Look, sincerely. I'm really sorry. (Eddie stands up and offers to shake Tommy's hand.)
Matt: What do you say, Tommy? (Still no answer from Tommy) Tommy?
Tommy: Yeah, okay. (He accepts Eddie's offered hand).
Matt: Great. Anyone else have something they want to say?
Robin: Yeah. Violet, I'm sorry I got so upset about you setting places for Vic and Joey.
Jake: Yeah. M-me too.
Violet: It's okay. I should have been paying better attention to what I was doing.
Robin: It was a force of habit. It could have happened to anyone.
Matt: Excellent. Now I do have some disturbing news. Sheriff Tucker called me earlier and let me know that Vic had somehow escaped police custody. He is currently at large and is presumably somewhere in the general area. So if any of you happen to see him, please come back to the house and call the police immediately. After what Vic did to Joey, there's no telling what he might be capable of. Especially if he feels trapped. Is that understood?
(Everyone nods their heads in agreement.)
(Tina is over by the clothesline, hanging that mornings clean laundry. Eddie sneaks up behind her and grabs her from behind, startling her.)
Tina: You fuck! You really scared the shit out of me.
Eddie: You loved it. You want more?
Tina: Eddie, we can't. Matt will kill us.
Eddie: Fuck him.
Tina: Fuck you.
Eddie: Exactly. Fuck me.
(Smiling, Tina takes a blanket from the laundry and follows Eddie towards the woods. Standing in his bedroom window, Tommy watches as the two lovers run off to shirk their responsibilities in favour of an afternoon of debauchery.)
Eddie: Come on. Come on. Come on.
(As Tina and Eddie disappear into the woods, Tommy sees Jason standing in the yard, bloody axe in hand, staring up at him. Tommy closes his eyes as tight as he can, clasping his hands over his eyes and squeezing his temples. When he opens his eyes and looks again, Jason is gone.)
Eddie: (Throwing dirt at Tina) Watch the dirt. Watch the dirt.
(Tina and Eddie spread their blanket down on the ground. Tina moves in to kiss Eddie, but he suddenly pulls back.)
Tina: What?
Eddie: Wait a minute. (Eddie pulls a marijuana joint out of his breast pocket and holds it up for Tina to see) Especially for the occasion. The two young lovers undress one another and begin to make love. As their bodies entwine in a passionate embrace, a mysterious figure moves a branch out of the way so that he can better see them. He lets the branch fall back into place as he quietly moves to a different position. Just then Eddie lets out a satisfied grunt as he climaxes. He and Tina collapse on the blanket, sweaty, satisfied, and out of breath.)
Eddie: I'll go wash up.
Tina: OK, sugar. Hurry back.
Eddie: (Pulling his pants back on) I'm hurrying.
(Tina lays back on the blanket, looking up at the trees. The sun feels good on her bare skin. She closes her eyes and enjoys the sounds and sensations of nature. She hears the sound of dry pine needles crunching underfoot and opens her eyes, expecting to find Eddie had returned. Instead there stands a mysterious stranger holding a pair of gardening sheers. Tina screams in terror as the killer plunges the blades of the sheers into hers eyes, and then snaps them shut.)
(Eddie is over by the lake. He has just emerged from under the water, which is why he couldn't hear Tina's screams. He climbs out of the water and puts his jeans back on. Then he heads back to where he had left Tina, acting as though he hasn't a care in the world. As he returns he sees Tina laying on her side, her back towards him.)
Eddie: I'm back. (No response from Tina) What is this? Sleeping?
(Eddie rolls Tina over onto her back, only to find that she had been stabbed through the eyes and the bridge of her nose had been cut through. Eddie cries out in shock and terror. In a panic, he stands up and backs up over to a large oak tree, pressing his back against it to protect him from and attack from behind. He frantically looks around the area, trying to see if the killer is still in the vicinity. Just then a heavy leather strap comes wrapping around Eddie's head from behind the tree, holding him in place against the trunk. The killer slips a heavy wooden branch through the thick steel rings that are riveted to the ends of the leather strap and begins twisting it. The killer turns the branch again and again, twisting the leather strap tighter and tighter. Eddie screams in agony as the leather strap gets ever tighter across his eyes. Blood pours down Eddie's face as the tightening strap crushes his skull. Eddie's cries of torment die just as the leather strap snaps from the pressure.)
(Later that evening, back at Pinehurst, Reggie is sitting in the passenger seat of the farms blue pickup truck.)
Reggie: Let's get this show on the road!
Pam: Wait a minute, I'm coming.
Matt: I just don't understand it.
George: Reggie, I want you to be a good kid with Pam. She's doing us both a great favour.
Reggie: If she ever gets here.
George: And don't go getting into any trouble with Demon.
Reggie: All right! Pam! Come on!
Pam: Tina and Eddie will show up when they get hungry, so stop worrying.
Matt: I'm not worried any more. I'm just pissed.
Pam: Stop it.
Matt: Why don't you take Tommy with you. It'll probably do him good to get away for a while.
Pam: Yeah, that's a good idea.
Matt: Tommy! Pam's taking Reggie to see his brother tonight. Why don't you go too?
Reggie: Yeah! Great idea. Now let's go!
Matt: Go see what you can do.
Pam: (Walks over to Tommy) Come on. It'll be fun. (Tommy nods his head affirmatively) Good.
(Pam and Tommy get into the truck and drive away. They head out to the local trailer park where Demon has parked his van for the night. As soon as the truck stops, Reggie jumps out and runs towards Demon's van. Pam and Tommy get out of the truck a moment later.)
Pam: Come on.
Tommy: No. I'll wait here.
Pam: Come on.
Tommy: I'm OK.
Reggie: Yo, Demon!
Demon: Is that the big bad wolf?
Reggie: Yeah. Open up!
Demon: That you, Reckless?
Reggie: Yeah! It's me! Open up!
(Demon opens up the back doors of his van. Heès dressed all in black leather. His hair has grown out long, and he has earrings in his ears and rings on all of his fingers.)
Demon: Oh, my God! Get your ass in here, boy! (Reggie jumps up into the back of his brother's van and hugs him) God, it's to good see you! Damn, you look good!
Reggie: I know, I know.
Demon: Oh, God. Look at this. You had any dinner? Here. Have an enchilada. Man . . .
Reggie: Where'd you get those bad rings?
Demon: If you've lived as long as your big brother, you'd get things.
Reggie: (Looking over into Demon's van) Freaking "A"! Where'd you get that?
Demon: Calm down, dude. Say hello to Anita. She's my girlfriend.
(Anita, a beautiful caramel skinned black woman wearing purple satin smiles at Reggie.)
Reggie: Hello, beautiful. (He smiles and winks at her)
Anita: (Giggling) Hey, little brother. What's happenin'
Reggie: I want you to meet somebody. (Turns to Pam) Hey, Pam! Come here, baby, come here. (Pam comes over to the van and joins Reggie in the opened door) This is my friend Pam. She's my girlfriend.
Demon: What's up, Pam?
(A little later all four of them are sitting rather comfortably in the back of the van.)
Demon: Pam, you hungry? Want a taco? What about a slice of pizza?
Pam: No.
Demon: Cheese and sausage. (Turns to Reggie) What about you, brother? I know what you want. You want a beer? (Reggie smiles and reaches for it.) Get out of here. I'll tell you what. (Demon takes a ring off of his pinky finger and hands it to Reggie) Why don't you take this?
Reggie: (Taking the ring) Man, this is bad!
Demon: Nothing's too good for my brother.
Reggie: (Pointing at one of Demon's other rings) Gonna give me this, too?
Demon: So how's school?
Reggie: Man, I can't wait until I'm old enough to drop out.
Demon: (Smacking Reggie on the back of the head) Don't you ever let me hear you talk like that again!
Reggie: Ow! What was that for?
Demon: It's called smacking some sense into you! What the hell are you talkin' about? Dropping out of school when you're old enough? Where the hell did you get a foolish idea like that?
Reggie: You dropped out and you're doing okay!
Demon: You call living out of a van, having no place to call home, "okay"?
Reggie: You ain't starving. Plus look at all the cool stuff you have. You can eat tacos and drink beer with a beautiful woman, and ain't nobody can tell you nothin'.
Demon: Yeah, okay. Life's treated me pretty good lately. I've had some pretty sweet gigs these past weeks, and there's a record producer interested in signing me on for a record deal. But it hasn't always been this good. There have been times when I couldn't afford a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter. I've had to miss out on paid gigs because my van didn't have enough gas to get me there. There are times I look at people serving burgers out of drive through windows and I wish I could be them. Look, Reckless. When you don't have an education like me, you have to rely entirely on luck. And the thing about luck is, it ain't always good. The thing about education is no matter what happens, no one can take that from you. Now once you've graduated, if you wanna become a musician like me? I say go for it! Heck, you can even come with me and be my roadie. Or even my opening act. But you gotta at least graduate high school first. You got me?
Reggie: Yeah, I got you.
Demon: Good. 'Cause I don't wanna have to slap some sense into you again.
Reggie: (Rubbing the back of his head) Yeah. Me neither
(Reggie and Demon laugh and hug each other. Over by the neon Trailer Park sign, Tommy is looking up at the flickering neon lights. Tommy hears footsteps coming towards him. He turns and looks to see Jason walking towards him, bloody axe in hand. Tommy closes his eyes as tight as he can trying to will the image away. He opens his eyes to see Jason is still coming towards him. He closes his eyes again, this time covering them with his hands as well. He opens his eyes again to see that Jason is not only still there, but that he's coming closer.)
Tommy: (Screaming) LEAVE ME ALONE! (Tommy runs off into the night)
Pam: Tommy! Tommy wait! (She turns to Reggie) Reggie, we've got to go now.
Demon: OK, bro. Take care.
Reggie: Thanks for the dinner.
Demon: Anytime.
Anita: Stay cool, baby.
Demon: Stay safe, Reckless(Exiting the van)!
Reggie: I will!
(Reggie and Pam get into the truck and drive off, trying to find Tommy)
Demon: You know, I miss him already.
Anita: Yeah, he's a cutie pie. (She takes a toke on a joint) You wanna hit this? Demon takes a toke on the joint and then winces) What's wrong? (Demon holds his belly and then winces again) You OK?
Demon: (Exiting the van) It's them damn enchiladas. (He makes for the outhouse as fast as he can while clenching his butt cheeks)
Anita: You gonna be all right?
(Inside the outhouse, Demon is sitting on the toilet with his pants down around his ankles, sighing in relief as he evacuates his bowels. Suddenly the walls of the outhouse start to shake and rattle)
Demon: Who's that? (The outhouse stops shaking for a moment, then starts up again) Stop it! Stop it! (Anita laughs as she starts shaking the outhouse again.) You're gonna get it, bitch!
Anita: Lighten up, Demon. You'll feel a lot better after you shit.
Demon: I'll feel a lot when I'm out of here. This shit box is gross!
Anita: Watch out for snakes. They'll crawl up and bite your ass.
(Anita begins to serenade Demon while he's on the toilet, singing "Hey Baby, sweet baby" over and over again. To which Demon begins to sing along in harmony, singing "Ooo-oo Baby, Ooo Baby" over and over again. Then all of a sudden, Anita's singing stops.)
Demon: Anita? Hey, girl, what's up? (There's no answer. Instead the walls of the outhouse begin to rattle and shake as someone outside is shaking the outhouse.) OK. I told you this isn't funny. Now you're gonna get it, bitch.
(Demon pulls up his pants and goes to leave the outhouse. As he tries to open the door he finds that something is blocking it. When he looks down to see what that something is, it's Anita's dead body. Her throat had been slit from ear to ear. She just lays there, staring up at the night sky with unseeing eyes. Demon steps back from the door, pressing his back against the far wall in some hope that it'll offer him some protection from the killer. A long metal spike is driven through the cheap metal walls of the outhouse right next to Demon, destroying that particular hope. Demon moves over to another wall, hoping to evade the killer. The steel spike is driven through the outhouse wall again, once more narrowly missing Demon. Demon moves to the corner of the outhouse and tries climbing up the wall. The long metal spike is driven through the outhouse wall again, this time catching Demon in the thigh, just above the knee, causing him to scream in pain. Demon backs against the far wall again, desperately looking for some clue as to where the killer will strike next. The killer drives the long metal spike through the outhouse wall once more, this time impaling Demon through the back and spearing him to the outhouse wall. Demon looks down at the long steel pole protruding from his chest as his last breath leaves his body.)
(Back at Pinehurst, Pam and Reggie return in hopes of finding that Tommy had already beaten them there. Jake, Robin, and Violet come out to greet them.)
Jake: M-Matt's gone. G-George, too.
Pam: Are you sure?
Jake: I l-looked everywhere.
Robin: Tina and Eddie haven't come back either.
Jake: W-where are they?
Pam: It's OK. Calm down, Jake. Let's take this slowly. Where did Matt say he was going?
Violet: He didn't.
Robin: Yes, he did. He went looking for Tina and Eddie.
Jake: W-where's Tommy? Wasn't he with you?
Reggie: And where's Gramps?
Pam: I don't know, Reggie. Why don't you all go inside? I'm gonna go find everyone. Jake, I'm putting you in charge.
Jake: Y-yes.
Pam: And you, Reckless, I want you in bed asleep when I get back, right?
Reggie: No problem.
(Pam gets back in the truck and drives off to find everyone. The remaining kids stand and watch her leave before turning around and going back inside. Later on, Jake and Robin are sitting together on the sofa in the living room eating popcorn while watching a movie. Reggie is curled up in a ball, fast asleep at the far end of the sofa. Theyère watching some old black and white movie.)
TV: It's so lonely here. Like we were the only two people left in the whole world. Maybe we are. Maybe when we get back, everybody will have disappeared. I'd like that, wouldn't you?
Jake: Robin, w-we've b-been here nearly eight months now, right?
Robin: (Absently) Uh-huh.
Jake: T-that's a long time to get to know somebody.
Robin: Jake, please.
Jake: Sure, sure.
(They continue watching TV)
TV: We could go anywhere we wanted, and live in the biggest house in the world. I'd like to live in a little house, just big enough for the two of us. Only there'll be more than two of us.
Jake: I l-like you, Robin . . . A lot.
Robin: I like you, too, Jake.
Jake: You do? A lot?
Robin: What are you talking about, Jake?
Jake: I want to be with you. I-I r-really do want to be with you. I-I w-want to m-make love with you.
(Robin looks at Jake and begins to giggle)
Jake: I can't . . . I-I didn't mean it. (Robin laughs even harder) I . . . I didn't mean it. I-I said I . . . I didn't mean it! (Jake gets up and storms off)
Robin: Jake, I'm sorry!
(Jake goes upstairs to Violet's room. He can hear her music blasting through the door. He knocks a few times, but when she doesn't answer he just walks right in)
Jake: Vi, I-I'd l-like to talk to you.
Violet: Huh?
Jake: I n-need to talk to you!
Violet: Can it wait?
Jake: (Mumbling) No.
(Jake leaves Violet's room. As he turns to head to his own room, he walks right into the killer. He opens his mouth to scream, but no sound comes out as the killer brings a meat cleaver down into Jake's face.)
(In the living room, Robin turns the TV off as the movies end credits are scrolling up the screen. She kneels down next to Reggie and tries to shake him awake)
Robin: Reggie. Reggie? Come on. Reggie, wake up. It's time to go to bed. Reggie, wake up. Reggie! Okay, have it your way.
(Robin drapes a blanket over Reggie and then heads up to her room. She looks at herself in the mirror as she gets undressed for bed.)
Robin: Jake, I'm sorry. You know, sometimes, Robin, you are just so stupid.
(Robin climbs up into her bed. She rolls over onto her side to find Jake's dead body in her bed next to her. She opens her mouth to scream, but the killer reaches up from under her bed and grabs her by the throat, choking off any sound. As she lays there, struggling against his grip, the killer drives his machete up through Robin's bed and impales her through the chest, killing her.)
(Over in Violet's room, Vi is all alone dancing to one of her favourite songs, "His Eyes" by Pseudo Echo. She's doing a variation of The Robot. The killer quietly slips into her room, stalking her oh so carefully. Violet gets the feeling that she's not alone and turns around quickly, only to find no one there. She goes back to her dancing, and the killer steps out of her closet and sneaks up on her. Violet spins about as part of her dance, only to be grabbed by the throat by the killer. The killer backs her up to her bedroom wall, then lifts her up with one arm. Violet desperately tries to break his grip by pounding on his arm, but the killer pins her to the wall by impaling her through the chest with his machete. She now hangs there, quite dead.)
(Downstairs, some time later that night, Reggie wakes up on the sofa in the living room. He looks around and sees that he's all alone.)
Reggie: What are them nuts up to now? (Reggie gets up and goes upstairs. He stops outside Tommy's room and knocks on the door.) Yo, Tommy. You back? (Reggie opens the door to Tommy's room and walks inside.) Tommy, you in here?
(Lightning strikes outside, illuminating Tommy's room for a moment. Reggie backs out of the room, too scared to speak. Someone grabs Reggie by the shoulder, causing Reggie to scream in fear. It's Pam. She has returned from looking for the others.)
Pam: What is it, Reggie? It's Pam. What's the matter? What's the matter? (Reggie doesn't answer.) It's me! What is it? What is it?!
Reggie: In Tommy's room!
Pam: All right. You stay here. Relax. I'll be right back.
(Pam goes into Tommy's room. Just as before the room is illuminated briefly by a flash of lightning outside. In that brief moment of light, Pam sees piled up on Tommy's bed the dead bodies of Jake, Robin, and Violet. Pam screams in terror and runs out of Tommy's room. She grabs Reggie by the arm and drags him with her as she runs down the stairs. When they reach the bottom of the stairs, Reggie trips and falls. Pam grabs Reggie and tries to help him up.)
Pam: Move! Get up!
(Just then the killer bursts through the door, smashing it to pieces. He's wearing the blue/grey jumpsuit of a mechanic, has a bald head, is wearing a hockey mask, and is carrying a machete. Pam and Reggie scream as they see Jason coming at them.)
Pam: Shit! (Pam gets up and drags Reggie to his feet,) Run! Come on! Let's go!
(Pam and Reggie run out of the house with Jason hot on their heels. They run into the woods and just continue running without any consideration as to exactly where they are going. They're just trying to get away from Jason. They get to the road and find an ambulance parked off to the side with its lights flashing. Pam and Reggie run up to the vehicle.)
Pam: Help us!
(Pam opens the drivers side door, and out tumbles Duke. His throat has been slashed from ear to ear and has clearly been dead for some time. Jason pops up on the other side of the ambulance. Pam and Reggie both scream. They turn and run away, back towards Pinehurst. Jason follows after them. Pam and Reggie lose sight of one another.)
Reggie: Pam, where are you?!
(Pam is still running through the woods. She comes across Matt's body. His throat had been slashed and he has been nailed to a tree by a railroad spike through his head. Pam screams at the discovery and continues to run towards the house. She gets to the house and runs inside. As she's trying to figure out what to do next, something comes crashing through the living room window. It's George. He's dead, and his eyes have been gouged out. Jason climbs through the broken window, machete in hand, so Pam runs out the back. She runs towards the barn, but trips and falls in the mud. She tries to get back up, but can't get a grip in the slick mud beneath her feet. Jason is approaching at a brisk walk, his machete poised to strike. Suddenly the barn doors burst open, as Reggie drives the tractor at top speed directly at Jason. The headlights blind Jason, seeming to disorient him, allowing Reggie to drive the tractor right into the maniac killer. Jason is thrown to the ground, laying there motionless. Pam goes over to Reggie and hugs him.)
Pam: It's OK, Reggie. It's OK. It's OK. (The two of them cautiously approach Jason's prone body) God. God.
(Suddenly Jason grabs for his machete. Pam and Reggie turn and run for the barn as Jason gets back to his feet. He then turns and follows them into the barn. When Jason enters the barn, it appears to be empty. He begins tearing the place apart looking for Reggie and Pam. Jason hears a noise coming from one of the animal stalls and goes to investigate. As he opens the stall door, Pam comes out with a running chainsaw.)
Reggie: Yeah! All right! Yeah!
(Pam attacks Jason with the chainsaw. Jason manages to deflect most of the attacks with his machete, but Pam manages to cut him pretty good on the shoulder. Unfortunately, the motor of the chainsaw stalls out. Pam tries desperately to pull the cord and restart the motor, but it isn't working. So as a last ditch effort, she throws the chainsaw at Jason. The heavy tool hits him in the face and knocks him down, allowing Pam to climb the ladder up into the hayloft. As she and Reggie get up and turn to try and find something to fight Jason with, they're shocked to find the mutilated corpse of Victor J. Faden hanging by the neck from the rafters. He had been gutted, and his intestines were used to string him up by the neck. Reggie looks down the ladder to see Jason beginning to climb up after them. Then he sees someone standing in the barn doorway.)
Reggie: Tommy!
(Tommy just stands there.)
Reggie: Run, Tommy, run!
(Jason starts walking towards Tommy)
Pam: Run! He'll kill you!
Tommy: Jason?
Pam: Listen to me! Run! Go! Tommy, get out!
Tommy: Jason?
Reggie: Get out!
Pam: Listen! Oh, Tommy, go!
Reggie: Tommy!
Tommy's Memory: Remember.
Tommy: Don't.
Tommy's Memory: Remember.
Tommy's Memory: Die!
(Jason comes right up to Tommy and slashes him across the chest with his machete. Tommy drops to the barn floor. Jason raises his machete for another slash. However Tommy takes out his buck knife, unfolds the blade, and shoves it deep into Jason's inner thigh. Jason cries out in pain as he staggers back, giving Tommy time to crawl over to the ladder. Jason pulls the knife from his thigh as Tommy slowly begins to climb the ladder up into the hayloft.)
Reggie: Up here, Tommy! Up here! Come on!
Pam: Tommy, please!
Reggie: Tommy, up here!
Pam: Come on!
Reggie: Come on! Hurry up!
Pam: Tommy, hurry up!
Reggie: Come on, come on! Tommy, you can do it!
Pam: Come on, Tommy!
Reggie: Tommy, please!
(Jason comes up to the bottom of the ladder and swings his machete at Tommy's feet, just barely missing them)
Reggie: Tommy, hurry up!
Pam: Take my hand. Take my hand! (Tommy takes her hand) Come on, yeah! Just one more, Tommy! Come on!
Reggie: Come on, you can do it!
(Jason climbs up into the hayloft. He sees Vic's body hanging from the rafters. Then he looks down at Tommy, laying in a pool of his own blood. Jason nudges Tommy's body with his foot, getting no response. Then he spots Reggie off to the side, hiding behind several bales of hay. Jason swipes his machete at the boy, but only gets the bales of hay. Before Jason can make another attempt, Pam comes up behind him and hits him as hard as she can with a wooden axe handle. The attack barely phases Jason, as he turns around to confront her. He swipes at Pam with his machete, which she blocks with her axe handle. She tries hitting Jason with the axe handle again, but this time Jason catches it in mid swing. Jason yanks the axe handle from Pam's grip and throws it aside. Now, with nowhere for her to go, Jason raises his machete to strike. However Reggie the Reckless had climbed up onto a pile of bales of hay and he leaps at Jason, tackling him from behind and sending him tumbling out of the open hayloft door. Pam and Reggie cautiously approach the open door to see if Jason had survived the fall. Suddenly Jason lunges at them, grabbing Reggie by the ankle and begins pulling him towards the open hayloft door.)
Reggie: Please! Please, somebody help me! Pam!
(Tommy hears Reggie calling for help. He looks over and sees Jason's machete laying on the floor next to him. He picks it up and forces himself up onto his feet. Reggie is screaming as he's being pulled towards the loft doors, and Pam is desperately trying to pull him back inside. Tommy staggers over, raises the machete overhead, and then brings it down on Jason's wrist with all of his might. Jason's hand is cut off at the wrist, and Jason falls from the barn onto a bed of spikes, his mask falling off. The three of them look down at Jason, only to find that it isn't Jason at all, but rather the paramedic, Roy Burns, wearing a heavy latex bald cap under the hockey mask.)
(At the hospital, Sheriff Tucker walks over to Pam and Reggie. Reggie is laying on the sofa with his head in Pam's lap, fast asleep from exhaustion.)
Sheriff: How are you doing? (He looks down at Reggie) Quite a kid. (He then pulls out Roy's wallet) We found this on Roy. (He opens the wallet to show pictures of Joey growing up through the years.) The kid who was axed at the wood pile was Roy's son. God only knows why Roy kept it hidden all these years, but he did. Roy was a real loner. Never talked much, not even to the other paramedics. I guess when he was called to the scene, and saw that it was his own Joey all hacked to pieces . . . We also found these. (He pulls a bunch of newspaper clippings of the Crystal Lake killing sprees out of the wallet) I guess he used the Jason thing to . . . cover up with.
(Pam heads over to Tommy's room. She walks in and finds him resting comfortably in his hospital bed. She walks over to him. He looks up at her and smiles. Pam smiles back.)
Pam: Hi.
(Suddenly Tommy pulls a large knife out from under the covers. With a maniacal laugh he plunges the knife deep into Pam's gut. Then suddenly Tommy wakes up, as it was all just a dream. He looks to the foot of his bed and sees Jason standing there, bloody axe in hand. Tommy just stares at Jason, until eventually Jason just fades away. Tommy pulls his IV out of his arm and gets up out of bed. He goes over to the dresser and opens the dresser drawer. Inside, Tommy finds Roy's hockey mask and a kitchen knife. He turns and looks towards the door of his hospital room.)
(Outside the door of Tommy's hospital room, Pam is sitting on the sofa with Reggie. Suddenly she hears the sound of glass shattering coming from Tommy's room. She gets up and hurries over to the room. She opens the door and rushes inside. She finds that the window has been smashed open and Tommy is missing.)
Pam: Oh, my God.
(The door to the hospital room swings shut behind Pam, revealing Tommy standing there. He's wearing the hockey mask with his hospital gown and is holding a kitchen knife poised to stab Pam from behind. Cut to black.)
THE END