Written by Martin Kitrosser and Carol Watson
(c) 1982 Paramount Pictures
TITLE AND CREDITS
A piercing high note is sustained on the soundtrack as the
main title, "CRYSTAL JAPAN" speeds straight at the audience
in 3-D and seems to jump right out at them.
The opening credits follow. Ominous theme music fills the
soundtrack, growing darker and more dissonant.
The theme music slowly dissolves into the sound of a radio
news broadcast, as the credits continue to unfold.
RADIO NEWSCASTER (V.O.)
...and I'm Ed Harris with the KLTZ
Early Morning Report.
Theme music out.
RADIO NEWSCASTER (V.O.)
Crystal Lake in Pinehurst County,
the scene of several unsolved
deaths years ago, is tragically
back in the top of the news this
morning. Police have uncovered
the remains of eight, as yet,
unidentified persons in a gruesome
and baffling story of mass
EXT. ROADSIDE MARKET - EVENING
Shooting over a line of ruffled bushes with leaves just
turning towards a rural, time-worn country market. A wide
gravel parking area makes it accessible to the highway
running past it, otherwise, this Mom & Pop store seems almost
like a vision of times gone by.
The bushes and overgrown grass, unrestrained by any human
care, strengthen the sense of isolation. The dying sun
shoots its last rays through the trees behind the market.
The market has a battered second-story: the living quarters
of the people running it. A truck roars by. Then silence,
and then again the sound of the radio news report:
RADIO NEWSCASTER (V.O.)
...Judging from the sheer
brutality of the murders, police
theorize that they must have been
committed by at least four
EXT. THE HOUSE / STORE - ANOTHER ANGLE
Sagging clotheslines cluttered with drying laundry run across
a narrow backyard, all the way to a rickety old shed. The
clotheslines are supported by one solitary pole. Linen and
garments billow in the rising evening breeze.
Cold, foreboding music accompanies the camera as it moves
toward a pair of flapping khaki pants and an olive green
workshirt hanging side by side on the line.
The radio news report grows louder as the clothing snaps
directly into the lens.
RADIO NEWSCASTER (V.O.)
...The sole survivor of the
massacre has been taken under
heavy sedation to County Hospital
in Linfield for observation.
She's been unable to provide
police with any clues and is being
kept under round the clock guard...
And then a man parts two shrouds of wet laundry, making his
way back towards the house. This is HAROLD: 40ish, paunchy,
unshaven and so clumsy that he hits the clothesline pole and
knocks it down, burying himself under a heap of linen. A
transistor radio pops out of the pocket of his threadbare
shirt, still broadcasting the news. One of the upstairs
windows opens with a creak, and
Harold's wife, sticks her head out and looks into the
Goddamnit Harold! I spent all day
yesterday washing your clothes and
look what you're doing to 'em.
Shows how much you care about me.
Harold watches her from under the pile of laundry. Then he
grabs the radio, staggers up, increasing the radio's volume
as he does so, to drown out the voice of his wife.
Above him, Edna raves on for a moment (we can't make out what
she is saying), then furiously slams the window shut.
INT. UPSTAIRS LIVING ROOM - EVENING
The room is musty and cluttered like an old attic. Edna
stomps away from the window and turns her attention to the
partially functional, old clunker of a black and white TV.
She plops herself down onto the lumpy couch and picks up two
knitting needles and returns to work on a sweater. A news
report about the mass murders is being broadcast.
INSERT - TV
...A police spokesman tells
Eyewitness News that authorities
have been combing the area since
just before dawn. Reports of
cannibalism and sexual mutilation
are still unconfirmed...
Nevertheless, these murders are
already being called the most
brutal in local history.
Leans in to adjust the long rabbit-ear antenna, spreading the
ears apart for a better picture. She listens intently.
The motive behind the grisly
murders remains a mystery at this
hour as does the identity of the
killer or killers. The search
continues for more bodies.
My God, My God, My God.
...Residents of the Lake region
are being urged to take extra
precaution when approaching
strangers and to report anything
unusual to police, immediately.
We'll be back with the weather
forecast after this important
Visibly upset, Edna rises to her feet. She goes over to the
door leading downstairs to the market, opens it and call out.
Harold, what're you doing down
No response. She rushes to the window, jerks it open and
sticks her head out.
Harold... I want to talk to you.
EXT. BACKYARD - EDNA'S POV
of the backyard. The laundry quietly swells in the wind.
For an instant, a human form is visible between layers of
drying clothes. From this distance, Edna can't make out who
Unnerved by the continuing noise of the TV, Edna goes back to
shut it off. She quickly returns to the window and looks out
No sign of anyone, but there is an empty span of clothesline
where several articles of clothes were hung, only a second
Edna runs for the apartment door.
INT. MARKET - EVENING
Edna flies down the stairs and enters the store from the
back. The market is dark, save does shafts of dying sunlight
through the grimy front windows.
She scans the few aisles back and forth.
A big rabbit appears from behind an arrangement of Campbell's
soup cans, and stands on its hind legs on the aisle, trying
to guess Edna's next move. Still calling Harold, she turns;
starts at the sight of the rabbit; she grabs a tomato from
the produce display, throw it at the animal.
God Damn pest, what are you
She misses, grabs more vegetables and hurls them at the
rabbit. The rabbit dodges them, and scurries away.
EXT. BACKYARD - EVENING
The sunlight is almost gone, stretching the shadows even
more. In her nightgown, Edna pushed open the creaky screen
door and steps out into the backyard.
Shooting towards her through the laundry flapping on the
clothesline. As she touches a set of pajamas and finds out
that they are still wet.
A shoulder suddenly enters the flame, and someone's
silhouette blocks the screen just for a couple of seconds,
before the intruder slips behind another curtain of drying
clothes, revealing Edna again: she's still checking the
clothes and hasn't noticed anything.
She comes to where the trousers and workshirt were, and no
longer. That's a shock, but she's not quite sure that they
were here in the first place, so she goes on, and starts
talking to herself to fortify her ailing courage.
Christ All Mighty, Harold, you
just take what's yours and leave
the rest for me to do. Very
(collecting the dry
laundry and putting
it in a basket)
You could at least finished the
job. Do I have to do everything
Edna hears a noise and whips around. Her imagination is
A bedsheet is swelling slowly in the breeze, taking the shape
of a human body. Is anyone behind it? Ominous music...
Harold... I swear, sometimes
you're such a child...
She charges forward. She rips the sheet off the line and
falls in a heap with it. There is no one behind it.
She turns over and lays on her back. Above her, there's only
the dark evening sky and the branches of a tree, rustling
back and forth.
Edna gets up and quickly pulls the remaining laundry off the
lines, tossing it into the basket. As she does, she passes
near the wooden shed at the back of the store.
The shed door creak open. Edna turns around. Suddenly,
there's a crashing noise from inside. That's enough for
Edna... she hauls up the basket and rushes back inside the
INT. MARKET - NIGHT
The white rabbit that gave Edna such a scare is now hopping
across a row of canned goods. A man's hand enters frame and
grabs the rabbit by the nape of its neck and lifts it off the
shelf, into his arms.
It's Harold. He places the rabbit on his shoulder and grabs
a jar of peanuts from the shelf. He twists open the vacuum-
sealed jar and wolfs down a handful of its contents. With
another handful, he feeds the rabbit, who sniffs and partakes.
Harold rescrews the lid and places it back on the shelf. He
turns on the radio in his breast pocket. Music blares.
He grabs his broom and starts sweeping down the aisle, the
rabbit remaining contentedly on his shoulder.
Harold stops at the dairy case and grabs a half-gallon jug of
milk. He breaks the seal and pulls off the cap. He first
offers the rabbit a taste, then gulps down a swig himself.
IN THE BACKGROUND
An unidentified face, in soft focus, peers in through the
storefront window then disappears almost as quickly. Harold
screws the cap back on and replaces the jug in the case.
The sound of crunching and munching.
Harold turns around. The the produce section, the cellophane
packages of carrots on display are moving slightly.
He reaches in and pushes off the top few packages to reveal,
underneath, another rabbit, a grey one this time, nibbling on
He lifts the rabbit out of the case and places it on his
(looking from one
rabbit to the other)
Sorry guys, it's back to the
slammer before Edna make a fur
coat out of ya.
On his way to the back door, Harold passes a rack of cakes
and pies. He stops long enough to open a box of six
chocolate-covered donuts. He takes one out and shoves it
into his mouth.
Unbeknownst to Harold, a human form in shadow appears at the
back door. The door is quietly pushed open. Someone is
The camera as stalker enters the store and moves slowly
towards Harold, his back to us. Ominous music accompanies
Checks filled to capacity. Harold closes the package and
puts it back in place on the rack, hiding it under several
Harold turns. The stalker is right behind him, completely
startled, he jumps back and chokes on the doughnuts. The
rabbits hop off his shoulders.
Unexpectedly, Harold find himself face to face... with his
Didn't I feed you enough for
Harold doesn't answer.
The doctor said you had to lose
weight, didn't he? I try to help
you but you sneak food behind my
back. What am I gonna do with you?
Without a word, Harold bends down to retrieve the rabbits.
He scoops them up in his arms.
And put those filthy animals back
where they belong, please!
Harold exits by way of the back door.
EXT. BACKYARD - NIGHT
Harold puts the grey rabbit on his shoulder, the white rabbit
remains wrapped in his arms. He swallows the rest of the
doughnut in his mouth as he flips a flashlight out of his
back pocket and ambles across the yard.
INT. SHED - NIGHT
Light filters through the cracked walls partially
illuminating a variety of tools, old barrels, various odds &
ends - and a rabbit hutch.
Harold flicks on the flashlight as he enters. The rabbit
atop his shoulder jumps off and scurries away. The rabbit in
his arms squirms and squeals. The animals sense that
something is wrong.
(stroking the white
What're you little guys so nervous
He scans the shed with the flashlight to locate the runaway
as he tries to contain the jittery ball of fur in his arms.
The flashlight searches each corner, until the beam finally
THE RABBIT HUTCH
Music pounds hard on the soundtrack, as through the hutch
grillwork we can see a mass of dead rabbits, lying one next
to the other, staring up with glinting, glass eyes.
Harold stands immobilized, in a state of shock. He looks
down upon the limp bodies of his beloved pets, his face
turned into a sad mask of outrage. He holds onto the white
rabbit even tighter.
Who would do this...?
Trembling, Harold reaches to lift the lid of the hutch. The
A big timber rattlesnake springs out of the hutch, mouth wide
and open, twin poisonous fangs shining in the beam of the
The music drops out as the snake's loud kiss dominates. The
muscles of its dark, lean body push the deadly mouth ahead,
into the lens of the camera.
Instinctively, Harold slams the hutch down, dropping his
flashlight and the white rabbit. The snake hisses and spits
at the camera through the wife mesh.
Literally scared shitless, Harold races out of the shed,
holding his stomach with both hands.
INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT
Harold dashes through the back door, and up the stairs like
a charging bull.
INT. UPSTAIRS LIVING QUARTERS - NIGHT
Harold bursts through the door, crashing into his
unsuspecting wife. Edna is knocked off balance and tries to
hold onto him.
What happened? What's the matter?
Harold can't talk. He rubs his stomach and heads straight
for the bathroom, vanishing inside.
It's all the crap you've been
stuffing yourself with.
Edna turns up the volume on the TV and plunks herself down on
She reaches for her knitting bag and empties its contents.
One of her two, long, thin knitting needles is missing.
(rummaging all around
Now where could that other needle
INT. STOREROOM / BATHROOM - NIGHT
The room is a combination: storing place mostly, there are
two ample cupboards facing each other, each leaning against
a wall, a mess of crates and boxes lying on top of each other
behind a dusty curtain... and a toilet bowl, left from the
days when this was just an oversized bathroom. The toilet
bowl is against the fourth wall, at an angle behind the door.
The sound of the TV filters through the door as Harold,
trousers down to his knees, sits on the toilet, sighing with
relief as the first bout of diarrhea is over.
He loosens his collar, wipes some sweat from his brow,
reaches behind the toilet tank, and produces a hidden bottle
He unscrews the cap and takes a hardy swig. He leans back
and shut his eyes.
Those poor little creatures...
Another swig. Some of the liquor spills over his chin and he
wipes it with his sleeve. His eyes wander around aimlessly,
then focus on...
THE DUSTY CURTAIN
partially masking the mess of boxes and crates. It seems to
ripple subtly, moved by an ever so slight movement of air,
perhaps someone's breath?
Harold waits. The curtains seem still. Harold is about to
relax when a brief, hollow noise is heard.
Harold tries to locate the noise, but it's over before he can
tell its source. Pants around his ankles, he rises, shuffles
to one of the closets. It takes some courage to yank the
door open, and the camera moves fast into a...
FLAT CLOSEUP of empty shelves - nothing has touched them in
a long time, except dust.
Breathing relief, Harold pulls up his pants again, just
enough to be able to hobble grotesquely to the dusty curtain.
He rips it apart, stares at the odd assortment of boxes and
crates - empty, lifeless, and uncannily menacing because of
Reassured, Harold gives the other closet a glance, almost
decides against checking it - and then changes his mind, and
stumbles, pants still around his ankles, towards it.
Looks like this one hasn't been opened at all for a long
time. Harold tugs at the door - a creak, followed instantly
by a musical stinger as a huge hand holding a meat cleaver
rips into the shot, strikes Harold, imbedding the cleaver in
Harold manages a half-scream that mixes incongruously with
the laughter from the TV in the living room. As the hand
twists the cleaver, the scream becomes a raspy cough.
Harold stumbles backwards and crashes to the floor.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Edna hears the crash. She turns off the television.
No answer. She gets up from the couch and goes to the
bathroom door. She listens and hears the noise of the toilet
flushing and flushing, as if someone's hand never released
(rattling the door
Harold... what's taking you so
long in there? You all right?
She pushes against the door. It doesn't budge. She looks
down and notices some kind of liquid seeping out from
underneath the bathroom door. She dips her fingers in it and
Whiskey, I thought so.
She goes over to a desk, opens a small drawer and finds a
She hurries back to the bathroom/storeroom door, ready to
insert the key. To her shock, the door is now open a crack!
For a moment, Edna is nonplussed.
She pushes the door - it swings open, revealing the open
closets, the boxes and crates...
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
Edna steps inside and inadvertently kicks the half-empty
bottle of Whiskey. She picks up the bottle while the
flushing noise persists maddeningly.
She turns toward the toilet, which is behind the door and
screams at the sight of Harold sitting there.
pants down, like a grotesque dummy, blood drooling out of the
corners of his mouth, the meat cleaver sticking out of his
chest and one elbow stuck against the flushing handle.
The Whiskey bottle falls from Edna's hand, hits the floor and
Edna screams uncontrollably.
From behind her a huge hand enters the flame and pierces the
back of her head with the previously missing knitting needle.
The needle is pushed out through her mouth, right at the
she gags on her own blood and slums out of frame.
EXT. WORKING CLASS NEIGHBORHOOD - MORNING
A group ethnic children are playing stickball in the street,
weatherworn two and three-family houses on either side of
A red passenger van screeches around the corner and heads
down the block, slowing down as it advances on the oblivious
children. The driver sounds the horn, warning of the van's
approach. Most of the children scatter, but a few don't,
yelling and banging on the sides of the van as it passes.
The van continues for a few yards then parallel parks in the
first available space.
The driver Chris...19, blond, attractive but intense...steps
down and circles around to the passenger side where two
others jump out. They are Debbie...19, brown-haired,
vivacious and healthy, the all-american cheerleader
type...and Andy...slims, athletic and ruggedly handsome.
Which one is it?
It's the last house on the left.
She lives downstairs.
Chris turns back to the van.
Hey Shelly! Come on out and meet
(from inside van)
Bring her to me!
Chris looks back at Andy and Debbie for advice.
What're you gonna do?
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
Chris calls into the van once again.
How about you two? You coming?
Two other voices shout back:
Chris throws up her hands in frustration, joining Andy and
Debbie. They cross the street abreast.
CAMERA TRACKS in front of the three friends. A rotund,
ominous-looking figure in a hideous, ghostly white mask
springs out from around the hidden side of the van. The
figure follows a safe distance behind the unsuspecting
threesome, brandishing a knife.
As they walk, Andy and Debbie are locked in each other's arms
and they begin to kiss. Chris looks at them and shakes her
Sex, sex, sex. You guys are
getting boring, you know that?
Debbie breaks the kiss, feeling a little embarrassed.
So what would a weekend in the
country be without sex?
Cool it, Andy.
I didn't mean it the way it
I know you didn't...
Little by little, the masked figure advances from behind.
(to Andy and Debbie)
Look guys, I don't want to ruin
your weekend. What happened to me
at the cottage happened a long time
ago and I think I've worked that out.
I'm all right now.
The figure draws even closer raising the knife above his head.
I appreciate the fact that you
worry about me, but don't.
Okay, we won't. We'll just have
fun, all agreed?
The masked figure rears back and plunges the knife into
The rubber knife bends in half. Andy, Debbie and Chris whirl
around to face the assailant.
Dammit Shelly! Why do you always
have to be such an asshole!
(still wearing the
I beg your pardon, I'm not an
asshole. I'm an actor.
Chris and Debbie, in disgust, turn away and walk off. Andy
drops back to walk with Shelly.
Look Shelly, you're my roommate
and I like you... most of the
time. But you gotta stop doing
these things. Now, I set this
date up for you, didn't I? So
don't embarrass me. When you meet
this woman, just relax and be
Would you be yourself...
(ripping off mask)
...if you looked this this?
Shelly puts on a pair of unflattering prescription glasses.
Although he has a pleasant face, Shelly is overweight, greasy-
haired and unkempt.
Chris and Debbie lead the way for Andy and Shelly up the
porch steps, to the front door of a shabby, two-family house.
Chris rings the bell. Shelly takes a few steps back. He
mats down his unruly hair, tucks in his shirt and takes off
his glasses. He's ready.
The door opens and a middle-aged Hispanic woman stands behind
the outer screen door.
Hi, Mrs. Sanchez. I'm Chris.
We've come to pick up Vera.
She's not going.
She shuts the door in Chris' face. The group stands there
not knowing what to do next. V.O.'s from inside the house
they can hear Vera and her mother arguing in Spanish.
What are they saying?
I don't know. I flunked Spanish.
They all turn to leave when suddenly the front door swings
open. This time Vera, knapsack over her shoulder, ready to
go, comes out onto the porch. She's a knockout...20, exotic,
raven-haired beauty...in tight jeans. They turn and stare at
(forcing a smile)
Hi everybody, what're you looking
at. Let's go.
Shelly, intimidated by Vera's sexy good looks, steps behind
Andy and slips the mask back over his face.
Is everything okay?
You know, just your basic old
fashioned mother problems.
(changing the subject)
So, where's my date?
Shelly comes out from behind Andy.
Andy angrily rips the mask off Shelly's face.
(looking across the
Hey! The van's on fire!
White smoke billows out of the van windows, engulfing the
vehicle and the luggage tied to the top.
The whole group rushes off the porch and races to the van.
The first one there, Andy, opens the passenger side door and
jumps in. Chris runs around to the driver's side and does
Through thick, acrid smoke, Chili and her boyfriend, Chuck...
Cheech and Chong lookalies...can be seen sitting in the back
on the floor, each puffing away like crazy on a bong filled
with Marijuana. Each wears a stereo headset that is plugged
into their own Sony Walkman portable cassette players.
Andy and Chris looks at each other as if to say "I should
EXT. HIGHWAY - MORNING
Chris' red van speeds along the empty rural highway through
the lush New England countryside.
INT. VAN - MORNING
Through the driver's side window, the wind blows in on Chris
and tosses her flaxen hair as she drives. Debbie sits on
Andy's lap in the passenger seat - the only other seat in the
How much farther to the cottage?
We could've been there already...
(looking at Debbie)
...if some people didn't have to
go to the bathroom every five
Oh yeah...well just hope that you
never get pregnant, 'cause all you
do all the time is piss!
REAR OF THE VAN
Chili and Chuck are sprawled out on the floor, taking
inventory of their numerous joints and bags of Marijuana.
Shelly sits cross-legged near the very back of the van,
opposite Vera, who sits with her legs open. Daydreaming, she
gazes upward at the sky and treetops through the back window.
Shelly can't stop staring at Vera, admiring her sexy body.
Vera senses that Shelly is undressing her with his eyes and
quickly turns her head around and catches him looking at her
breasts. Shelly averts his eyes in embarrassment and looks
over at Chuck who lights up a joint, inhales and hands it
Is that all you two are gonna do
this weekend...smoke dope?
Why not, man? Is there a law
There's better things to do with
I can't think of anything.
She offers the joint to Shelly. He declines. Chili offers
it to Vera.
Sure, why not.
Vera comes forward on her hands and knees, reaching out for
the joint. As she does, she inadvertently thrusts her
shapely rear end almost into Shelly's face. Shelly makes no
attempt to retreat from it. Actually he rather enjoys it.
(as she draws on the
Is this stuff any good?
Home grown, man! Of course it's
And it's good for you, too.
Strictly organic. No
Andy sniffs at the air around him filled with the aroma of
Hey, let's share the wealth with
those less fortunate up front here.
Vera passes the joint to him and sits back down across from
Shelly is rummaging through a small black suitcase. It's
contents are concealed from Vera's view.
What d'ya got in there?
My whole world.
In that little thing?
Stick around and you'll see.
Vera turns away and looks out the back window.
We can hear the faint sounds of sirens.
EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY
In the distance, two police cruisers, with lights flashing,
in hot pursuit.
(to the others)
Better hide that grass. It's the
(looking out her
(looking out the back
What are we gonna do?
Destroy the evidence, Pronto!
Destroy the evidence? No, man!
(looking right at
They all look at one another, perplexed. Vera is amused.
Without a word and simultaneously, Chili and Chuck begin to
stuff loose grass and joints into their mouths.
Come on, dig in!
(grabbing a bag)
He starts to eat. Vera joins in, too. The police sirens
EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY
The cruisers advance.
Andy grabs another bag and hands it to Chris.
Try me some other time. I'm
Andy turns to Debbie and offers up the cellophane bag.
No way. We're pregnant. Remember?
The sirens seem to be getting closer. Chili leans in behind
You better step on it!
EXT. HIGHWAY - MORNING
The van speeds up, but so do the police cruisers, even
narrowing the gap.
EXT. VAN - MORNING
Chili, Chuck, Andy and Vera's cheeks are filled to capacity
with dope. Their faces are turning green. Still they
continue to stuff in more at a frantic pace.
Shelly holds his black suitcase tightly to his chest as he
watches out the back window with concern.
Faster! Eat faster!
(handing Shelly a
fistful of grass)
Why don't you help us?
Uh... I guess I'm just not hungry.
You're always hungry!
To appease everybody, Shelly begins to nibble ever so
slightly on the marijuana out of Vera's hand.
They're too close. I gotta pull
the van over. Hurry up and
swallow! Everybody just be cool.
EXT. HIGHWAY - MORNING
Chris pulls the van to the side of the road. She sticks her
head out to watch for the approaching cruisers. Much to her
surprise and everyone else's, both police cars zoom by the
van without stopping.
INT. VAN - MORNING
A collective sigh of relief, followed by groans of regret for
what they've just done.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
(holding her stomach)
The line forms at the rear.
I'm gonna be sicker than all of
you, man. Now I gotta spend the
whole weekend totally straight...
(buries his head in
I don't think I can make it, man!
She slowly unbuttons her blouse. Everyone looks at her,
puzzled. Chuck raises his head.
Not now, man!
Her fingers reach inside her bra -- but instead of freeing
her breasts, she pulls out a good size plastic bag of
marijuana. Chuck's mouth drops open.
I'm a slow eater.
(throwing his arms
I love you, man!
He attacks her with kisses. The others laugh.
EXT. ROADSIDE MARKET - MORNING
The two police cruisers make a sharp right into the small Mom
'n Pop store parking lot and SCREECH to a halt.
A small group of curious onlookers congregate at the front
entrance of the store.
The cruiser lights continue to flash red and blue as the
Police Officers step out of their vehicles.
The Officers order the onlookers to "go home" then enter the
Chris' red van approaches down the highway.
INT. VAN - MORNING
Chris slows down the vehicle as she sees the flashing police
lights and ambulances. She rubber-necks to see what's
CHRIS' MOVING POV
A team of Medics carry out two heavy body bags from the store.
Chris watches with morbid fascination, fueling her anxieties.
Debbie is also looking out the window at this unpleasant
scene. She turns to see Chris and reads the concern on her
Hey, kiddo... don't let your
imagination run away with you.
Chris turns her attention back to the highway and drives on.
EXT. HIGHWAY - MORNING
CLOSE SHOT on a PAIR of Scraggly Men's boots as they walk
along the edge of the highway. CAMERA TILTS UP to reveal
ABEL... 72, long stringy white hair and whiskered, skinny in
baggy clothes, weathered stern face. Like a lone star, he
ambles down the lonely highway, dragging a duffle bag.
The SOUND of a vehicle approaching in the distance...
Abel sticks out his right thumb in a hitchhiking stance. He
affects a smile and looks toward the vehicle down the road.
INT. VAN - MORNING
The sun pours in through the windshield. Debbie shades her
eyes to get a better look at the figure up ahead.
Would you look at that! I've
never seen a senior citizen
The others in the back come forward to look.
Let's give the poor old guy a
break. Pick 'im up.
Shelly reacts very emotionally to the suggestion.
That scarecrow? Can't you tell
how weird his is just by looking
Come on, Shelly. Who else is
gonna give him a lift?
Not us! He's really creepy.
The van is now upon the aged hitchhiker. He flashes a smile
at them: plaintive, shy, and yet somehow ominous.
He looks just like my grandfather,
man. Let's give him a ride.
EXT. HIGHWAY - MORNING
The van screeches to a halt and backs up to Abel. The side
door slides open and Abel is lifted into the back.
The van pulls away.
INT. VAN - MORNING
Abel settles into the back next to Shelly who studies the old
traveller with both curiosity and trepidation.
Chris adjusts her rearview mirror to include Abel.
Abel nods "hello" to one and all. They nod back.
(in an eloquent
You are, all of you, very kind and
generous young people to lend a
helping hand to a tired, old man.
Thank you very much. Perhaps I
can repay the kindness.
The civilized speaking-manner of the shabby-looking stranger
calms the layer of fear that any might have had.
My name is Abel. And I am my
Where are you going?
Going? How do you mean?
I mean, is there any place in
particular where we can drop you
Drop me off? How do you mean?
Shelly's suspicions return and he glances from Vera to Debbie
and Andy. Andy shrugs his shoulders.
Abel reaches into his dusty dufflebag and pulls out a very
small bundle wrapped in a scrap of cloth.
Chris watches via the rearview mirror. Her expression is
Abel unwraps the object and places it in front of Shelly's
Look what His Grace has brought me.
Shelly looks down at a the small, slimy, white oblong thing.
What is that?
I found this today. There were
other pieces of the body lying
there, but I believe "he" wanted
me to have this...
That's an eyeball! Oh, God!
"He" wanted me to warn you.
Look at this, all of you!
He holds the eyeball out for each to view. They shrink back
away from him, cringing at the sight.
The eyeball is reflected in the rearview mirror. Chris is
becoming quite upset.
See with your own eyes what I have
seen. Runaway! Go back to where
you came from... Now!!!
EXT. HIGHWAY - MORNING
The van comes to an abrupt stop. The side door opens and the
old man is practically tossed out.
On the ground, Abel yells after the van as it speeds away.
I warned you!
EXT. ROADSIDE - MORNING
The van is parked on the shoulder of the highway.
Chris leans against a tree, her arms crossed over her chest.
She looks towards the woods, waiting.
In front of her face, two sneakered feet pass by. It's Andy,
walking on his hands.
Vera stretches her arms over her head then drops her torso
and arms to the ground, bent over.
Some people stretch their legs....
(looking at Andy)
Some their arms....
(looking at Shelly
eating a candy bar)
And some nothing at all.
From out of the woods, Debbie appears. She zips up the front
of her jeans and approaches the others. Chris and Vera
I can't help it.
Smiling, Chris puts her arms around Debbie's shoulder and the
two walk toward the van.
From seemingly out of nowhere, the ROAR of MOTORCYCLES is
suddenly upon them.
The group whisks around to find three souped-up motorcycles
bearing down on them, navigated by a manacing-looking TRIO.
The motorcycles head straight for them. In a panic, the
group scatters. Dust swirls as the Motorcyclists veer away
from the group and the van just in time to avert a collision.
As the dust settles, the group picks themselves off the
(brushing herself off)
How come there's never a cop
around when you really need one.
INT. VAN - MORNING
Chris is still driving.
The others have assumed their respective positions. However,
the jovial atmosphere has degenerated due to the unsettling
series of incidents.
Long faces and silence prevails.
Then, up ahead just off the road, a pleasant surprise, for
Wake up, everybody. Revenge is
(pointing out the
Chris slows down the van. The group quickly moves forward
and peers out the front windshield. One by one, a smile
crosses each dour face.
THEIR POV - EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY
The Three Motorcyclists have been pulled over by a State
Trooper and are being ticketed.
The van erupts into laughter and cheers.
EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY
As the van passes the powerless Cyclists, the side door
swings open and the passenger window rolls down. The group
sticks their heads out and jeers and applauds.
INT. VAN - DAY
Chris turns on the radio -- Rock 'n Roll MUSIC blares as the
lighthearted atmosphere returns.
Jauntily, the van zips down the highway.
EXT. COUNTRY HIGHWAY / DIRT ROAD - DAY
CLOSE SHOT on a half-eaten dead rabbit lying to one side of
the dirt road. CAMERA DEEP-RACK-FOCUSES to the red van
coming up over the hilly highway.
The van turns off onto the dirt road and makes its way
through a wooded landscape along a winding trail. Sun
dapples through the trees.
EXT. LAKESIDE COTTAGE - DAY
An overgrown driveway meanders among oak trees towards a
rustic two-story house. The oak trees have been there long
before the house was built -- their heavy branches hang low,
like tired arms, almost blocking the driveway.
The house has an elevated porch and curtained windows. It is
in relatively decent condition though weatherbeaten and
creates from the start an impression of family history.
There is ample parking space before the house. On the left
side of the driveway as one approaches, some thirty yards
diagonally across from the house, there is a tall red barn
with a hayloft equipped with a block and tackle (to bring up
the bales of hay into the loft's square window).
To the right of the house is an outhouse with a heartshaped
venthole in its wooden door.
To the left of the house is a large lake with a knotty old
dock and a small tree-covered island in the middle. The
whole area is surrounded by a lush landscape.
The SOUND of a VEHICLE approaching...
The CAMERA reveals this serene, idyllic panorama and PICKS UP
Chris' van as it bumps along the dirt road and slows down to
a crawl to pass over a creaky, dilapidated wooden bridge that
runs over a dried-up stream.
The CAMERA peers OVER-THE-SHOULDER of an UNIDENTIFIABLE
FIGURE as he moves from one living room window to the other,
watching the van as it sweeps under the low branches towards
The van comes to a stop. Chris jumps out and looks towards
the house. A collection of memories posses her for a moment
before she reaches for the knotted rope and unties the tarp
covering the bulk of the baggage on top.
(loud so the others
Let's bring in the luggage first,
then I'll give you a tour of the
house and the barn and then we can
hang out at the lake... All right?
No response. Just the distant SOUND of FEET RUNNING and
Chris walks around to the other side of the van and finds the
doors left wide open and no one about. She turns to see her
friends running towards the lake, unable to resist the
splendor of the shimmering water and sun dappled landscape.
Debbie turns back and gestures for Chris to join them.
Come on down!
(shaking her head)
You go ahead...
In the background, behind Chris, the Shadowy Figure, OUT OF
FOCUS, appears behind a curtain in the living room.
I'm gonna take my bags into the
house first and look around.
Chris turns toward the house. The Figure disappears from
view. Chris grabs a piece of baggage in each hand and
innocently strides up the path and porch steps to the front
It has been a while since she has last visited the family
country home and she is actually pleased to have this moment
She rifles through her handbag, comes up with the keys and
reaches for the doorknob to find that the door is already
open, ever so slightly. A look of concern flashes across
Only the distant SOUNDS of her friends by the lake can be
Cautiously, Chris pushes the door. Creaking, it opens wide.
She hesitates a moment then takes a step inside.
(hearing a noise)
From out of nowhere, a hand grabs Chris by the neck and pulls
her OUT OF FRAME. She SCREAMS!
Then the SOUNDTRACK becomes coldly SILENT...
INT. LIVING ROOM / COTTAGE - DAY
Pinned up against the wall, Chris is being embraced and
kissed passionately by a MAN whose face is not yet visible.
Resisting, Chris pushes him off.
DEREK is 23, tall, dark and virile.
You know what I've been through.
Don't ever scare me like that.
I'm sorry. I just wanted to
surprise you. What can I say?
(with a smile)
You can say... "Hello, how are
you?"... for starters.
Hello. How are you?
He pulls her towards him to kiss her again.
You haven't changed a bit. Always
so sure of yourself. Even when we
were kids, when you wanted
something, nothing could stop you.
Is that so bad?
I don't know.
You're irresistible. I lose
Just slow down. Let me get to
know you again. Let me get to
know this place again.
Okay. There's a whole weekend
ahead of us. There's time.
Chris embraces Derek. Behind them, passing the porch
windows, OUT OF FOCUS, is the shadowy figure of JASON.
Neither Chris nor Derek is aware of the presence.
(breaking the embrace)
Come outside and help me with the
The turn and head for the front door. Jason's figure moves
away from the windows, out of sight.
EXT. COTTAGE - DAY
Chris and Derek bound down the porch steps to the van.
I'll get the bags off the top.
You get the ones inside.
Chris moves around to the opposite side. The sliding door
which was previously wide open is now closed.
(unsure, talking out
This door was open just a minute
ago, wasn't it?
(from the other side
of the van)
The SOUND of the others thrashing about in the lake can be
heard as Chris reaches for the handle and whisks the door
aside. Instinctively, she braces herself, but nothing jumps
out at her. Annoyed with herself for being so suspicious and
jumpy, Chris just leans in and grabs for the first bag she
A HAND springs INTO FRAME and wraps around Chris' wrist. She
gasps and jumps back.
Shelly sticks his head out the side of the van.
That's my bag. I'll take care of
What're you doing in there? Why
aren't you down at the lake with
'Cause they're skinny-dipping and
I'm not skinny enough.
Chris looks toward the lake.
Andy, Debbie and Vera frolic about naked in the water. Chili
and Chuck dive off the dock, fully clothed.
INT. CELLAR - DAY
Pitch black save for a slice of sunlight from an elevated
basement window. The door swings open. Silhouetted in the
doorway are Chili and Chuck just come from the lake, drenched
and dripping in their wet clothing.
It's dark down there.
That's the way it is, man.
Cellars are dark.
And Hell is hot, but I ain't goin'
down there either.
Chili flicks a wall switch next to her. A naked light bulb
springs to life, glowing dimly.
There's nothin' to be afraid of.
She takes Chuck by the hand and leads him down the stairs.
Their sneakers, sodden with water, squeak and squish as they
go. Water drips from their hair and clothes, forming little
puddles that follow their every step.
The basement is overrun with cobwebs and spiderwebs. Rusted
gardening tools, broken bicycle parts and boxes of old toys
are strewn helter-skelter. An old washer and dryer sit just
to the left of the electrical fusebox.
Gimme your threads, man.
Chuck pulls off his shirt and hands it to Chili. She rings
it out onto the floor creating a pool of water under the
As Chuck zips down his pants, Chili turns on the dryer.
Annoyingly, the dryer RATTLES and SHAKES.
Suddenly the light bulb goes off, plunging the twosome into
FOREBODING MUSIC enters the SOUNDTRACK...
You broke the electricity, man!
But yet, the dryer CLATTERS on.
From over by the stairs, the SOUND of a METAL OBJECT being
kicked against the door.
Chili and Chuck whirl around to look.
A rusty old roller skate bounces down the stairs and hits
bottom with a CLUNK.
The door slams shut.
INT. LIVING ROOM / STAIRCASE - DAY
Laden with his and Debbie's baggage, Andy enters the front
door, trudges to the base of the spiral staircase and looks
Whatever happened to equal rights
Chris and Debbie, unburdened by luggage, reach the second
Stop bitching. You can't expect
me to carry heavy things in my
Andy grumbles and starts up the stairs.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Chris throws open the door and allows Debbie to enter first.
This was my bedroom. It's yours
for the weekend.
Chris walks over to the windows and separates the curtains,
flooding the room with light. She opens the windows -- a
cool breeze blows in.
Debbie surveys the cheerful room with antique furniture that
includes a folding. Japanese-style dressing curtain. But
there is one important element missing in this bedroom...
there's no bed.
Uh, Chris... I don't mean to be
picky, but... where do we sleep?
With an impish smile, Chris goes over to the closet and pulls
out a crumpled mass of netting. She hands it to Debbie.
Have you ever made love in a
Chris exits, closing the door behind her.
Hmmm... why not?
Debbie begins to unravel the nylon mesh when suddenly, a gust
of wind topples over the Japanese dressing curtain. It hits
the floor with a sharp SLAP. At the same exact moment, the
door is kicked open with a BANG, SLAMMING against the
Debbie jumps. It's Andy. He squeezes through the door with
the bulky baggage.
Where's the bed?
With the back of his foot, Andy kicks the door to close it.
An instant before the door slams shut, we SEE a fleeting yet
ominous, glimpse of Jason behind Andy in the hallway.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - DAY
Chris in CLOSE SHOT, looks around the room, concerned about
what she sees.
Derek, come in here!
including the whole room. The bed is a mess as if someone
had slept in it recently, the closets are open -- hangers on
the floor, some linen strewn about, the dresser drawers are
pulled out and left hanging.
Derek comes into the room carrying a box full of wooden
paddles with little rubber balls attached by a long elastic
Look what I found. Remember these?
Did you stay here last night?
No. I got here just before you
Somebody was in here.
Goldilocks and the Three Bears?
I'm serious. Doesn't this look a
little strange to you?
Chris begins straightening up the room, pushing in the
Don't get paranoid. I'm sure your
parents left it this way last time
they were here. You know how
messy your father is. If there
was a phone here, I'd call them up
Derek moves over to help Chris make the bed.
You have an answer for everything,
Derek shrugs his shoulders.
(gentle but firm)
I just think that it's about time
you stopped looking over your
shoulder, always expecting there's
someone coming after you. That's
no way to live.
Chris looks at Derek thoughtfully, but unconvinced. They
finish making the bed in silence.
EXT. LAKE / COTTAGE - DAY
Several six packs of empty beer bottles line a picnic table
which is further cluttered with half-eaten sandwiches and the
usual array of picnic goodies.
Shelly and Vera sits across from each other, in the midst of
a beer chugging contest. Derek, Andy and Chuck sit on either
side Shelly, encouraging him to victory. Chris, Chili and
Debbie, on either side of Vera, do likewise.
Vera downs her next bottle with apparent ease. Shelly balks
as another beer is thrust in front of him.
No more... I can't!
Yes, you can. Come on, Shelly!
Shelly relents and suffers the beer as it goes down. The
accomplishment is met with a pat on the back.
Vera, too, hesitates for a moment then chugs her beer, this
time more slowly and with a degree of difficulty.
Tipsy, Shelly rises to his feet.
(as if in control)
If you'll all please excuse me...
Shelly picks up his small black suitcase and walks off on
(yelling after him)
How could you let her beat you?
grabs his mouth and runs past the house into the outhouse,
slamming the door behind him.
The SOUNDS of Shelly vomiting can be heard.
Leaning over the hole, Shelly wipes his mouth with his
sleeve. Weakened and defeated, he sits down and leans his
head back against the wall, closing his eyes.
An OMINOUS TONE enters the SOUNDTRACK...
From behind Shelly, the CAMERA MOVES past him and LOOKS OUT
from the heart-shaped venthole carved in the door.
From this distant vantage point, WE CAN SEE up to a second-
floor window where a shadowy figure (Jason) looks down from
behind a sheer curtain.
opens his eyes and listens to the others by the lake, having
fun without him. He stands up and OUT OF FRAME.
Shelly comes out of the outhouse. Alone with his black
suitcase, he starts for the front door of the house.
The OMINOUS TONE returns to the SOUNDTRACK...
The CAMERA CRANES UP to the second-floor bedroom window where
moments before the shadowy figure stood watching. The figure
is now gone from the window. Only the curtains rustle in the
The SOUND of the front door SLAMMING. Shelly is inside.
INT. HOUSE - DAY
CAMERA is behind Shelly as he ascends the spiral staircase.
Halfway up, he HEARS a LOUD THUD. Pausing to listen, he
turns his face around, right into CAMERA. He hears nothing
further and continues up the stairs.
When he reaches the landing, he HEARS SCREAMING coming from
the lake. He rushes into the bedroom which faces the water.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
It's Andy and Debbie's bedroom where the hammock is now set
up, draped with a bedspread. Shelly looks out on the lake.
The SCREAMING is nothing more than playful activity.
Suddenly, the SOUND of a window in the room SLAMMING shut.
Startled, Shelly whips around to see the window beside the
Japanese dressing curtain now closed. Dust around the window
has been unsettled. The Japanese curtain wavers. Shelly
cannot see behind it.
He edges over to the curtain and flings it aside. There's
nothing there. He exits.
INT. HALLWAY - DAY
He walks to his room at the far end of the corridor and
pushes on the door to open it. It doesn't budge. Leading
with his shoulder, he bashes into the door. This time it
gives. Shelly stumbles off-balance into the room (this is
the same room which looks directly down on the outhouse)!
A HIGH-PITCHED FOREBODING NOTE enters the SOUNDTRACK...
Shelly takes a long look back down the hallway as he closes
CAMERA HOLDS for a moment on the closed door as the MUSICAL
EXT. LAKE / COTTAGE - DAY
A chilling, bloodcurdling SCREAM, from inside the house,
shatters the calm by the lake.
What was that?
(looking around at
I haven't seen him.
He leads the others in a race towards the house and up the
INT. HOUSE - DAY
The group barrels into the house and assembles in the living
room at the base of the stairs.
Shelly! Where are you?!
(shouting up the
Are you all right, Shelly?
Let's spread out and check all the
rooms. Outside, too.
You stay with me.
No. I can look around by myself.
I'll take the upstairs.
The group disperses. The CAMERA STAYS with Chris. She heads
up the spiral staircase to the second-floor landing.
INT. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY
She looks both ways down the corridor and sees Shelly's
closed bedroom door at the end of the hall. She approaches,
tries the knob and pushes. The door is stuck. She kicks it
open with her foot. The door slams against the wall of the
(before going in)
The room is in order. Chris takes a few hesitant steps
inside, looking all around. There's no trace of him.
There are two closets in the room. Chris reaches out for the
nearest one and pulls open the door.
An axe imbedded in his head, and bleeding profusely, falls
forward into Chris' arms. She SHRIEKS as Shelly's lifeless
body slides down her arm and slumps to the floor. Chris
recoils, SCREAMING in horror.
DEREK AND VERA
burst into the room.
He's dead... he's dead...
Oh, my God!
(grabbing Chris and
turning her away)
Don't look! Let's just get the
hell out of here.
Andy and Debbie, followed by Chili and Chuck, rush into the
room. They react accordingly, except Andy. He is curiously
unaffected by the gruesome sight. He bends down over Shelly.
Don't touch him!
Undaunted, Andy places his hand on Shelly's stomach... and
tickles him. Shelly springs to life, giggling uncontrollably.
The others gasp incredulously.
Get up, you creep.
Shelly looks up at the angry mob.
(a little worried)
I guess I fooled you, huh?
Why you little bastard! I'll kill
Chris jumps Shelly and pummels him with punches. The fake
axe falls from his head as Shelly fends off Chris. Derek
grabs her and pulls her off.
Leave him alone. He doesn't know
It was a joke... just a joke... I
didn't mean to...
You never mean to.
Vera glares disdainfully at Shelly. She finds him pitiful.
I gotta get out of here. I'll go
get some more booze.
(throwing her his
Here, take my VW.
EXT. COTTAGE / BARN - DAY
The barn doors are wide open.
The SOUND of an ENGINE CHOKING and SPUTTERING to life. A
rusted-out, old Volkswagen Beetle CHUGS out of the barn.
Vera is driving.
Cleaned all of his makeup and blood, Shelly races out of the
house and runs alongside the VW, peering in at Vera.
Let me go with you! I gotta get
away from here, too.
Without a word, Vera zooms off, abandoning Shelly. But when
she reaches the bridge, she brakes and opens the passenger
door. Elated, Shelly bolts to the car and jumps in.
The VW takes off...
INT. PACKAGE STORE - DAY
A CASHIER rings up the total as a CO-WORKER bags several six-
packs of beer, bottles of cheap champagne and assorted
munchies. Vera stands at the cash register, searching her
pockets for money.
That'll be $23.50... and we don't
accept no food stamps.
Vera sneers at the woman and looks down the aisles for
Shelly. She finds him leafing through a magazine rack.
Shelly... I need some money.
Throw me your wallet.
Shelly digs into his pocket, comes up with the wallet and
tosses it over to Vera.
She reaches up to catch it, but it hits the side of her hand
and drops to the floor.
Vera bends down to pick it up, but someone beats her to it.
A black hand with rings on each finger scoops the wallet up
FOX... a Black woman outfitted in skin-tight black leather...
holds the wallet. Vera and she have an immediate and mutual
dislike for each other.
Flanking Fox, on either side, is ALI... a strapping Black man
with a full set of gold teeth... and LOCO... sporting a
bandana, gold earrings and leather jacket.
There are the three motorcyclists that our group had the run
in with on the road earlier.
As Fox and Vera stare at each other, Shelly comes up behind
Is... is everything all right?
(looking at Fox)
Everything's gonna be fine.
(spying Fox with his
Excuse me, but I believe that's
Ali and Loco leer at Shelly and surround him. They lift him
off the ground, each grabbing an arm.
Make a wish.
Uh... could I buy you two a beet
Fox leafs through the wallet. Vera holds out her hand.
I'll take that, now.
Fox continues rummaging through the wallet. She pulls out a
(reading off the foil
"A True Trojan... thin as a
shadow, strong as a horse."
Ali and Loco laugh and drop Shelly to the ground. He quickly
regains his feet.
(grabbing the packet
She grabs for the wallet. Fox is quick to react, pulling it
away from Vera's reach.
Didn't your mama teach you
manners? If you want somethin',
you ask nice!
Vera's jaw tightens with restraint.
Please... be cool.
(to Fox, teeth
May be please have the wallet.
You mean, "May we please have the
(holding back with
May we please have the wallet...
That's good. That's real nice.
She tosses the wallet to Vera. Ali, Loco, and Fox share a
Vera and Shelly pay for the booze, grab their packages and
exit the store.
The three cyclists follow after them.
EXT. PACKAGE STORE - DAY
CAMERA TRACKS with Vera and Shelly as they head for the car.
In the background, Ali, Fox and Loco come out of the store.
Are they following us?
(looking back over
Vera and Shelly quickly stuff the back seat of the VW with
their packages. The fact that three motorcycles are parked
directly behind their car is not lost on Vera.
Shelly is already in the car when Vera jumps into the
driver's seat and starts the ignition. Side by side, Ali,
Fox and Loco strut deliberately towards the VW.
Vera throws the car into gear and hits the gas pedal. The
car lurches in reverse...
We HEAR the sound of metal crashing.
has deliberately back up into one of the cycles, starting a
chain reaction. The first one collides with a second. The
second collides with a third. The three motorcycles lie in
(looking out the back
Enraged, Alice, Fox and Loco race towards the VW and their
Vera quickly shifts gears. The car CHUGS forward and takes
CAMERA PANS with the car as it rips past the onrushing gang,
knocking them aside, and zooms out of the parking lot.
EXT. COUNTRY HIGHWAY - DAY
The Volkswagen Beetle rattles as it speeds past CAMERA.
INT. VOLKSWAGEN - DAY
Shelly stretches his neck and looks out the back window.
Just a dirty window.
(settles down in his
Next time, I'll know how to handle
a situation like that. Let's just
hope that "next time" isn't too
Stop worrying. I don't think
they'll bother to come after us.
The RUMBLING of motorcycles can be heard in the distance.
They both hear it. Shelly looks at Vera apprehensively.
So, I was wrong.
Shelly turns to look out the back window.
I don't see anything.
The ROAR of motorcycles grows LOUDER as Vera floors the
EXT. HALLWAY - DAY
Standing just off the road, Abel, the old doom-sayer that the
group picked up earlier, has his thumb out for a ride.
As the VW flies by him without stopping, Abel looks after it
with eyes that seem to know something is about to happen.
INT. VW - DAY
(looking in her
rearview mirror at
Not this time, old man.
The SOUND of approaching motorcycles grows LOUDER... closer.
Where the hell are they? I don't
see them anywhere!
CLOSE UP - VERA
looking out the front window.
Swooping over a hill, in unison, three motorcycles head
straight for them at top speed. It's Ali, Fox and Loco in
VERA AND SHELLY
mouths open, eyes wide with disbelief.
Vera slams on the brakes. The car skids to a stop. At the
last possible moment, Fox steers her cycle deftly to the
right of the VW. Loco steers left. And, Ali jumps the car,
flying over the top.
As Ali lands on the highway, the three skid into a U-turn.
VERA AND SHELLY
open their eyes and look behind them. Shelly braces himself
as Vera guns the motor.
The car takes off. The motorcycles are in pursuit.
Ali easily catches up with the car and pulls up alongside the
driver's window. Loco creeps up on the passenger's side.
Fox moves in behind the vehicle.
smiles at Vera. The sun glints off his gold teeth.
whips out a heavy metal chain and smashes it through the
windshield, right at CAMERA. The windshield shatters.
The car swerves out of control to the right, knocking into
Loco, sending him and his cycle flying off the road.
As Vera regains control of the VW, Ali drops back next to Fox
behind the car.
Ali hands Fox the chain and signals for her to move up the
Shelly watches as Fox moves up alongside.
Got any good ideas?
He reaches into the back seat and pulls out a bottle of
This is no time to celebrate!
Just keep your eyes on the road.
Waving the chain menacingly, Fox pulls up alongside Shelly's
Quickly, Shelly unravels the seal and shakes up the champagne
What're you doing?
No time to explain. Just listen.
When I yell "stop," you jam on the
brakes as hard as you can. Okay?
You're the boss.
hauls back with the chain and rams it through Shelly's
window, barely missing her mark.
shakes the bottle as he pries up the plastic cork.
rears back with the chain and readies herself to strike a
Shelly aims the champagne bottle out the window. With a
final flick of his thumb the cork flies out and strikes Fox
in the face -- a direct hit!
Fox reaches for her face and falls backwards off her cycle.
Stop the car! Now!!
Vera jams on the brakes.
The car comes to a screeching halt.
ANGLE ON ALI
shocked! Unable to stop in time or swerve out of the way,
his cycle runs right up the back of the car and flips over on
top of him.
The VW shifts into first gear and proceeds unimpeded. Left
in its wake are three motorcyclists sprawled out on the
This has been on helluva beginning
to a quiet weekend in the country.
Look at it this way... things can
only get better... Right?
EXT. COTTAGE / BARN - DAY
The sun casts an orange glow over the landscape as it slowly
sinks in the West.
Andy is at one end of the porch working out -- strenuous
calisthenics. Chili and Chuck sit together on the porch
swing, opposite Andy, sharing a joint. They watch Andy's awe-
inspiring performance as they rock back and forth.
Maybe we should do some exercise.
This is all the exercise I need...
She raises the joint to her mouth and tokes on it.
In the background, Debbie comes jogging out of the woods,
over to the small bridge and towards the house. Behind her,
the war-torn Volkswagen Beetle winds its way down the dirt
road. Debbie turns and jogs backwards as the car approaches.
Chili, Chuck and Andy see the car coming. The damage is
evident even from a distance. They run from the porch as the
VW passes Debbie and comes to a halt just in front of the
Chili, Chuck, Andy and Debbie surround the car. Chuck puts
his hand through the frame of the windshield and touches
Where's your windshield, man?
What happened to you guys? Are
you all right?
The question is... is the beer all
Shelly and Vera grab the bags and get out of the car. They
hand the packages to Chili and Chuck.
We had a slight misunderstanding
with that motorcycle gang...
(she puts her arm
... but Shelly made them see the
error of their ways.
It was nothing.
Together, Shelly and Vera head for the house. Andy and
Debbie linger by the car.
Through the musty darkness, a HULKING HAND reaches out and
stealthily pushes open the creaky barn door. It's Jason. He
peeks through the crack and watches the group.
DEREK AND CHRIS
come running out of the house. Derek is dumbfounded at the
sight of his abused and battered car.
My beautiful car! What'd you do
Vera and Shelly pass him on their way to the porch.
(hanging Derek the
We're really sorry, but it wasn't
A few minor repairs and it'll be
as good as new.
Derek runs up to his car. Chris follows. Shelly and Vera go
inside the house. Chili and Chuck follow behind, carrying
the packages in.
The barn door slowly closes, unseen by anyone.
examines the injuries sustained by his car.
This is too painful to look at.
Why don't we drive over to the
cove and watch the sunset. It'll
mellow you out.
Derek considers it for a moment.
Might be nice to get away from
these crazy friends of yours.
They jump into the car. The CAMERA PANS with the VW as it
drives off, revealing Andy and Debbie leaning against a tree,
Why don't we go take a swim?
I don't know...
We'd be all alone. We could do
anything we wanted and nobody
Sounds disgusting. Let's go.
He grabs Debbie by the hand and runs with her towards the
lake. As they run past the van, Debbie breaks away from Andy.
You go ahead. I'm gonna get a
Andy continues to the lake, walking on his hands when he
reaches the dock.
Debbie slides open the side door and crawls inside.
OMINOUS MUSIC invades the SOUNDTRACK...
A pair of DARK BOOTED FEET approach furtively.
Debbie's rear end is practically sticking out as the boots
sneak around the back of the van and edge their way towards
Abruptly, Debbie backs down out of the vehicle, blanket in
hand, and scampers away without seeing the prowler.
CAMERA TILTS UP from the boots to reveal... Ali, the Black
motorcyclist. He's carrying an empty gas can and a siphon.
His eyes scan the area. There's no one on sight -- Debbie is
already down by the lake.
He signals with his hands and out from the bushes come Loco
and Fox. They scurry over to the van and duck down next to
Ali who is unscrewing the van's gas cap.
Maybe we shouldn't do this, Ali.
We gotta even the score, don't we?
Nobody's gonna get hurt, baby.
Ali sticks the siphon down into the fuel tank and lays the
gas can on the ground below it. Loco tries to grab the
siphon from Ali.
Let me do it.
I know what I'm doing.
Fox's attention is drawn to the barn as her cohorts continue
with the task at hand.
Fox cautiously pulls open one of the two doors. It CREAKS
loudly. She stops and looks around to see if anyone has
heard -- the coast is clear. She slips into the barn and
pulls the door closed behind her.
INT. BARN - DUSK
Spears of fading sunlight, thick with dust, cut across the
Fox scans the premises. Her face lights up with the smile of
a child in a toy store trying to decide which area to explore
This is your typical barn with a variety of heavy duty tools,
some rusting; saw horses; wooden benches and ladders; a horse
stall; haybins, haystacks and a second floor hayloft; and,
several storage rooms.
With the fascination of a street kid who has probably never
seen the inside of a barn, Fox wanders through the rustic
interior. In her high-heeled boots, she has trouble
maneuvering around on the muddy, hay covered floor.
As she approaches the toolshed, one of her heels sticks deep
into a sticky patch of mud and she falls forward off-balance.
To stop her fall, Fox reaches out for the toolshed handle.
She grabs it but the rotting old door tears off its hinges
and she topples to the ground -- her face landing inches away
from a pitchfork's prongs aiming upwards at her.
Her eyes focus on the sharp teeth of the pitchfork. Alarmed
by the close call, Fox tosses the implement away, gets up and
dusts herself off.
Looking skyward to the loft area, Fox moves over to its
ladder and starts up. The ladder quivers as she ascends,
apparently dislodging a bale of hay at the top and sending it
crashing towards her. (Or, was it Jason?) Fox swings her
body out of the way just in time. The bale whizzes by her
and hits the barn floor with a THUD.
She continues up the ladder and disappears through the loft
EXT. BARN - DUSK
Ali and Loco have just completed filling up one gas can and
are starting to fill the second one. Ali sticks the siphon
in his mouth and draws on it. The gas begins to flow as Loco
shoves the container into place to catch all the fluid.
The SOUND of Fox wailing like a wounded animal...
Ali and Loco spin around and look up.
POV OF BARN
Fox comes swinging out, Tarzan-like, from the hayloft on the
rope attached to the block and tackle. She's having a hell
of a good time.
ALI AND LOCO
watch her incredulously.
(shouting in a loud
Quiet, woman! Get off that thing!
disappears from view through the square opening in the loft.
A second later, she reappears, swinging out on the rope again.
But it feels so goooooood...!
She swings back and disappears from view once more.
is not pleased.
You're getting me pissed-off, Fox.
We got work to do.
This time the rope swings out from the loft... without Fox
attached. There's a dead silence. The rope dangles.
Go get her out of there.
Loco hunches over, keeping his body low to the ground as he
high-tails it to the barn and zips inside.
INT. BARN - DUSK
Loco advances deeper into the barn, his eyes looking
It's getting darker, minute by minute.
Fox... where are ya!?
Stop foolin' around. You're
screwin' up everything.
Still no response.
He hears the SOUND of banging against the wall of the loft
above him. He starts up the ladder.
You've had it now, woman! I'm mad!
Loco comes through the opening and steps onto the floorboard.
The deep shadows hide the corners of the loft and Loco has to
squint his eyes to see.
Right behind him, he hears the SOUND of the banging again. He
In front of him, Fox's body, raised off the ground and
impaled with a pitchfork through her and into the wall.
Her eyes are open wide with a deathly stare while her feet
kick against the wall with final spasms of life. Blood flows
from the penetrations in her torso.
The horrific sight is even too much for Loco. He gags and
grasps his mouth with his hand, choking back a scream.
He turns to run...
Another MUSICAL STINGER!
Loco's face registers shock and horror as he runs smack into
the teeth of an onrushing pitchfork being thrust at him.
He cringes and gurgles up blood as the prongs are jammed
through his stomach and out his back.
He staggers, the pitchfork handle sticking straight out of
EXT. BARN - DUSK
Carrying the two jugs of gasoline, one in each hand, Ali is
just outside the barn doors. To gain entrance, he kicks on
the doors and looks around to see if anyone has heard him.
He waits for one of the two to let him in.
POV OF LAKE
Andy and Debbie frolic by the waterfall, oblivious to the
still waiting to be let in. He kicks on the door again.
Loco... Fox... Open this damn door.
Frustrated by the lack of response from inside, Ali puts one
can down and pries open the door for himself. He fumbles his
INT. BARN - DUSK
Ali closes the door behind him and immediately hears
FOOTSTEPS CLOMPING around above him in the hayloft.
What the hell are you two doin' up
He rages over to the ladder and looks up. His eyes widen and
mouth drops open. Directly above him, Loco, the pitchfork
still protruding from his stomach, falls through the opening
in the loft floor, right at Ali.
The two crash to the barn floor, together. Ali throws Loco's
body off of him and struggles to his feet. He backs away,
fixated on Loco's engorged corpse and cries out for Fox -- a
deep, moanful bellow.
The CAMERA DOLLIES quickly into a CLOSE SHOT on his face.
His eyes focus directly in front of him as he SCREAMS right
into CAMERA. It's Jason!
Ali turns and makes a mad dash for the door. In his panic,
he trips over one of the gas cans. Frantically, he crawls on
his hands and knees to the door.
He reaches to pull himself up by the door and a large monkey
wrench comes smashing down on the side of his face, bashing
in his skill. He slumps to the floor.
In the distance, Andy and Debbie's voices can be heard
From behind Jason, the CAMERA MOVES with him to a side window
and peers out.
Through the window, we SEE Andy and Debbie, wrapped in the
blanket, coming up from the lake. They're wet and dripping.
Andy pulls Debbie along with him, towards the barn.
What're you doing?
We haven't looked in the barn,
yet. Let's take a look.
Not now. I'm cold.
Andy moves right up to the grimy window. Shading his eyes,
he peeks inside. He seems to be looking right at Jason (and
CAMERA), but he apparently doesn't see him.
How about a roll in the hay?
You can play with yourself, 'cause
I'm going in the house.
She turns back towards the house. Andy lingers for a moment
then catches up with Debbie.
INT. LIVING ROOM / HOUSE - NIGHT
The front door swings open, Debbie and Andy take one step
in... and duck!
ANDY AND DEBBIE'S POV
A couple of little, red rubberballs spring straight at them
(and CAMERA), retract quickly and pulsate at them again.
It's SHELLY, a paddleball in each hand.
Cut it out!
Can't stop now.
Andy looks into the living room. Vera, Chili and Chuck are
engaged in the same child's play. Each wallops a little
rubberball in their own inimitable style.
Ninety six... ninety seven...
ninety eight... ninety nine... one
She continues without faltering.
One hundred... ninety nine...
He misses and tries again. Chili is hitting the ball as if
she were serving in a tennis match. It's a veritable were
Who brought up this bright idea?
(concentrating on the
We were looking for something to
keep our hands busy. It was
either this or an orgy. Vera
What're ya gonna do?
The fireplace is raging with a full-bodied, crackling flame.
Debbie drags Andy over to the box of paddle rackets in front
of the fireplace and hands one to him.
How about you and I whacking a
couple of balls around?
If you insist.
They join the others. Rubberballs are flying from all
directions (at CAMERA).
EXT. COVE / LAKE - NIGHT
Derek's VW is parked just off the road overlooking the cove
not far from the water.
Derek flicks on the car's headlights. They gleam right into
is standing at the water's edge, backlit by the headlight
Is that better?
Chris nods and sits on the shore, looking out at water. She
rubs the chill from her body. Derek takes off his jean
jacket and puts it around Chris' shoulders. He sits down
Derek tosses pebbles across the shimmering water. Moonlight
glints like little stars off the ripples.
After an uncomfortable silence, Derek looks over at Chris.
Silhouetted by the light, Chris' profile is accentuated in
all its vulnerability and sensuality.
He puts his arm around her. She tenses up. Derek wants to
kiss her, but doesn't.
You know, I'm not sure I could
live anywhere else. The nights
are always so peaceful and quiet.
What do you mean?
The quiet can fool you. It fooled
me. You can never be sure of
what's out there.
Frustrated, Derek stands up and moves to the edge of the
water, picking up handfuls of pebbles and throwing them.
(without looking at
Why did you come back here?
... To prove something to
myself... to prove I'm stronger
than I think I am.
And, what about us?
I'm here with you. Can't that be
enough for now?
I don't know. I don't see you for
months on end, and when I do, you
put this wall between us. How do
I break through?
I'm trying. I'm really trying.
Derek sits down next to her, again. There's momentary
What happened that night?
You promised you'd never ask me.
After you left me that night, I
didn't see you or talk to you
again for a year. No one would
tell me anything. All I know is
what the police told me.
(leaning in to her)
We have nowhere to go unless you
let me in.
Chris looks into Derek's eyes.
INT. LIVING ROOM / HOUSE - NIGHT
The SOUND of a rubberball hitting the paddle racket with a
constant, even rhythm.
IN CLOSE-up, the CAMERA PANS the staring bored faces of
Chili, Chuck, Vera, Shelly and Debbie until it stop of the
intense, concentrating face of Andy -- the elastic and
rubberball pass his face again and again.
... One thousand twelve... one
thousand thirteen... one thousand
fourteen... What's the World's
Record for this?
According to the Guinness Book,
you passed the World's Record
several whacks ago.
I did?! I broke the world's
Who cares, man?!
He stops whacking the ball. The others sigh with relief.
You're all just jealous.
Actually, I have no idea what the
World's Record is. I was just
The others laugh.
Think you're funny? Well, I'll
just have to start all over again.
The whole group jumps Andy and wrestles the paddle away from
Well, what do we do now?
(taking Andy by the
Come on, Champ, I think you and I
can find something to do.
Andy, dutifully and happily, follows Debbie up the winding
Remember that strange looking
plant we saw outside. Let's go
Chuck follows Chili out the back door.
Shelly looks around. Vera is the only other person in the
room. They stare at each other, then look away.
I guess that leaves you and me.
Awkward silence. Shelly gets a very determined look on his
face like his is going to ask Vera something he has never
asked a woman before.
Vera... you and I have had a
chance to really get to know one
another today. I like you... very
much. I was thinking that maybe.
Don't say any more.
Shelly drops his head, dejected.
I'm going outside for a few
minutes. We'll talk when I get
She turns away and goes out the front door. Shelly moves
over to the living room window and watches her.
EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT
Vera ambles down the porch steps and when she reaches the
front walk, she surveys the surroundings and breathes deeply.
SHELLY - INT. LIVING ROOM
watches Vera stroll away. His disappointment is sketched all
over his face. He turns away from the window and moves over
to the fireplace, looking into the flame.
Jason's dark, hulking frame moves into THE SHOT as he looks
through the window at Shelly.
Shelly pokes aimlessly at the hot ambers, his back to the
window, unaware of the lurking Jason.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Andy and Debbie are locked in each other's arms in front of
How do we do it?
First we take off our clothes,
then you get on top of me or I get
on top of you...
I know how to do it. I mean, how
do we do it in the hammock?
Without a word, Debbie removes her top garment.
Think you can figure it out?
(staring at her
I'll think of something.
He wraps his arms around Debbie and fervently kisses her.
EXT. COVE / LAKE - NIGHT
CHRIS AND DEREK
sitting on shore, close together, somber. The headlight
beams have dimmed. The dark, desolate landscape looms around
I had never made love to anybody
before that night. You made it so
special, I hope it would always be
like that for us.
The CAMERA begins to dolly slowly -- ever so slowly -- around
Derek and Chris.
**OPTIONAL: The following dialogue may be used as a narration
over a FLASHBACK SEQUENCE.
When you dropped me off at the
house, it was very late. My
parents were waiting up for me.
As soon as I got in the door, they
starting yelling and cursing at
me. I was so upset... I told them
I slept with you. My mothers
slapped me. That was the first
time she'd ever hit me. I
couldn't believe it. I ran out of
the house and into the woods as
fast and as far as I could run.
I was crying. They had destroyed
the most beautiful night of my
life and I wanted to punish them
for that. I decided to hide out
all night. They'd be so worried
that they'd be sorry for what they
did to me. The woods were cold and
damp from the rain. I found a dry
spot under a rotted oak tree and I
guess I fell asleep.
(takes a deep breath)
All I can remember next is being
startled out of sleep by the sound
of footsteps. I thought it was my
father so I hid behind the tree.
But the footsteps just stopped.
The woods were dark. I couldn't
I heard a cracking noise behind
me. I turned around and... and...
oh, God... there was this hideous
looking man. So grotesque he was
almost inhuman. He had a knife
and he started to slash away at
me, again and again. I was so
hysterical and I don't know how I
was able to get away. I ran and
ran, but he kept coming. He was
big but so fast. He caught me and
pulled me down to the ground and
he... he... ripped my blouse off.
I was screaming, but who could
hear me? Then... oh, God... he
dragged me by the hair along the
ground. I was kicking and
yelling. He dragged me deeper and
deeper into the woods. Oh,
It's all right, you're all right.
I'm with you.
*OPTIONAL: End FLASHBACK SEQUENCE.
EXT. LAKE - NIGHT
I... I don't know what happened
after that. I must have fainted
because the next thing I knew I
would talk about it. And I never
have. Not until now. I just
wanted to forget. But I can't.
I'll never forget that horrible
The car headlights suddenly snap off.
They look around. There's no one in sight.
It's the battery, damnit.
The two run up to the car. Derek jumps in and tries to start
it. The engine WHIRS but won't turn over. Chris looks
apprehensively at Derek. He grabs a flashlight from the
glove compartment, flicks it on and gets out of the car.
(taking Chris' hand)
It's no problem. We'll just walk
Hand-in-hand, the two start down the wooded path.
EXT. LAKE - NIGHT
CAMERA SHOOTS over the waterfall towards the dock. Vera
strolls down the wooded platform -- the old boards CREAK
Only the flowing water can be heard as a darkened,
indistinguishable FIGURE ENTERS FRAME -- directly in front of
CAMERA -- and lowers himself all the way into the lake by the
Vera rolls her pant legs up to her knees. She dangles her
long legs over the dock. Her toes break the surface of the
water, SWOOSHING it back and forth.
Air bubbles rise to the top. Vera does not see the darkened
figure as he swims beneath the surface of the water.
The night is a symphony of sounds: crickets SCRATCHING en
masse, branches and leaves FLUTTERING in the evening breeze,
water LAPPING at the shore.
of Vera. She leans back, her arms bent behind her, her face
kick back and forth SPLASHING the water. Air bubbles mark
the trail of the approaching underwater figure.
Vera breathes in. The sensuous serenity deeply relaxes her.
She begins to softly sing a song form her childhood in
Vera's feet are an arms length away, kicking towards the
CAMERA LENS. She finishes her song and lays back...
The figure jumps out of the water and grabs Vera's leg and
pulls her. Vera SCREAMS and lurches forward, almost sliding
off the dock. She reaches out and clings to the side.
The figure holds her calves and tugs harder. Vera's grasp is
slipping. She tries to kick him off.
Suddenly, the figure releases her limbs and submerges
Vera pulls herself back up onto the dock.
Clad in a black scuba suit and white faceless mask, the
rotund figure rises out of the water onto the shore. In one
hand he holds a small spear-gun. With the other, he removes
his mask. It's Shelly!
Vera glares at him.
You've just learned a valuable
lesson. A beautiful girl like you
should never go out in the dark
Damn you, Shelly!
Vera stomps off the dock towards him. Shelly retracts.
Why do you do these stupid things?!
I have to.
You don't "have to."
I just want you to like me.
I do like you. But not when you
act like a jerk.
Being a jerk is better than being
I never said you were "nothing".
You don't to say it. I can tell.
Shelly hangs his head and says nothing further. He just
walks off towards the house.
Hey... I'll be in, in a little
while. We can talk some more.
EXT. COTTAGE - NIGHT
Shelly trudges up the front walk to the porch and plops
himself down on the porch swing, still clutching the mask and
In a contemplative mood, he slowly swings back and forth.
The taut metal chains that support the swing, vibrate and
CREAK in a steady rhythm.
Shelly looks down at the lake.
SHELLY'S SWINGING POV
Vera sits back down on the dock, facing away from the house.
is alerted to what sounds like the cry of a wounded animal
emanating from the barn. He looks over and sees a shadow
cross in front of one of the windows. The cry continues.
Shelly jumps off the swing and heads for the barn with his
mask and spear-gun at his side.
EXT. BARN - NIGHT
Shelly comes up to the window and looks in. It's too dark to
(rapping on the
Chuck? Chili? What're you guys
doing in there?
He hears RUMBLING inside, but no response. He moves to the
front doors and pries them open.
INT. BARN - NIGHT
Shelly comes in and fumbles for the light switch.
You guys doin' somethin' I
He finds the switch and FLICKS on the light. The very moment
the light goes on, an OWL swoops down and aims straight for
his head (and CAMERA). Shelly drops the spear-gun and the
mask to thwart off the bird with his hands. The owl flies
out of the partially open barn doors. Shelly quickly closes
EXT. LAKE / DOCK - NIGHT
Vera is pacing, back and forth, on the dock. She stops at
the far edge and peers into the water.
Floating by is a woman's bra (probably, Debbie's).
Vera smirks as she lies prone on the boards and reaches with
her hand, grabbing the undergarment and rescuing it from the
She leans back into a kneeling position and rings out the
soggy bra. Her heels dig into the rear pocket of her jeans,
pushing a wallet out of the pocket onto the dock. Vera
reaches behind her and picks it up. It's Shelly's wallet --
the one he gave her at the liquor store.
Leafing through the contents, Vera finds his driver's license
and a photograph of Shelly and his mother.
She looks around. Shelly is nowhere in sight. Assuming he
has returned to the house, she gets up to look for him -- as
she rises, her hand knocks against the dock. The wallet
slips out her her grasp and bounces into the lake.
(watching the wallet
That's just great!
After a moment of deliberation, she takes off her shoe and
plunges into the water, diving after the billfold.
She swims around underneath the surface, searching with her
hands. She rises for air periodically.
She submerges deeper than the previous attempts. Air bubbles
rising to the surface, establish her whereabouts -- a good
distance from the shore.
She comes up for air once more, empty-handed.
the dock. A dark figure, wearing Shelly's white mask and
holding the spear-gun, kneels at the edge of the pier.
From the water, at this distance, Vera easily mistakes the
figure (Jason) for Shelly.
(waving to the
Hey... I dropped your wallet! I'm
She starts to breast stroke toward him.
OMINOUS MUSIC throbs on the SOUNDTRACK...
Jason raises the spear-gun to eye level.
Vera swims unknowingly toward her demise. A few yards from
the dock, she glides right into Shelly's floating wallet.
Jason aims the spear-gun.
Vera, grabbing the wallet, she treads water and raises it
triumphantly over her head for "Shelly" to see.
I found it!
She looks up to see the spear-gun pointed right at her head
What're you doing? Who are you?!
Jason pulls the trigger, releasing the spear. With a WHOOSH,
the arrow penetrates Vera's skull. A look of unmitigated
disbelief on Vera's face as she sinks into the water. Blood
seeps to the surface.
of lake and dock. Jason, in the distance, his back to
CAMERA, just stands at the edge of the pier looking down into
the bloody water.
CAMERA PANS over to the house and CRANES UP to a second floor
bedroom window, glowing from candlelight, and peers in.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
The room is darkened save for pools of light emanating from
several candles -- one in each window, the others on the
opposite side of the room -- lending an atmosphere of warmth
CAMERA DOLLIES IN towards the hammock which wildly rocks bath
and forth accompanied by the sounds of lovemaking.
Debbie and Andy are not visible in full -- only glimpses of
their naked limbs and torsos can be seen above the curved
side of the hammock. Blankets and sheets hang sloppily over
the edges to the floor.
CAMERA continues to DOLLY IN as the SOUNDS grow more heated
until Debbie and Andy are FRAMED in a TWO SHOT as they climax.
The thrashing about stops and the hammock slows down to a
That was the best yet. Was it
you... me... or the hammock?
I vote for me.
I vote for the hammock.
Debbie attempts to get out of the hammock. It's not a simple
move -- she nearly falls to the floor taking Andy with it.
I'm seasick. Get in or get out of
Debbie gets out. She heads into the bathroom and flicks on
the light -- bright and a strain to the eyes. She turns on
What're you doin'?
(poking her head back
I think it's called "a shower".
You might try it sometime.
You're too clean for me.
Debbie responds by closing the door.
INT. STAIRCASE / HALLWAY
FOREBODING MUSIC pierces the SOUNDTRACK...
Displaying a thick-bladed machete, Jason ascends the spiral
stairs. Andy can be heard off-screen calling loudly to
Debbie in the shower.
Hey Deb... can you hear me?
I'm going downstairs to get a
beer. You want one?
Jason reaches the landing at the top of the stairs and
disappears into the shadows.
Behind the sheer curtain, Debbie's naked silhouette can be
seen lathering herself in the shower.
Debbie luxuriates in the soap and hot water.
Distorted through the plastic curtain, the door opens.
Debbie remains blissfully unaware as she soaps her face. She
hears a BANGING NOISE. Her eyes are closed due to the soap
and shower spray.
No response. Concerned, Debbie turns off the water and wipes
the soap from her eyes.
Looking up, she sees a shadowy figure poised in front of the
curtain. Quickly, she reaches out and rips the curtain
Staring her in the face is a pair of men's feet and jean-
covered legs. It's Andy, walking on his hands.
Do you want a beer or not?
Andy turns himself around and handwalks out of the bathroom.
I'll be back in a minute.
Debbie jumps out of the tub and shuts the door. She returns
to the shower and turns the water back on.
INT. BEDROOM / HALLWAY - NIGHT
CLOSE SHOT on Andy upside-down. CAMERA MOVES with him as he
hand-steps out of the bedroom. He WHISTLES an upbeat tune as
An OMINOUS TONE enters the SOUNDTRACK, a haunting counterpoint
to Andy's WHISTLING.
Jason's hulking frame is braced up against the wall in the
hallway corridor at the entrance to the bedroom. Andy is
unaware of Jason's presence as he hand-walks right past his
boots towards the staircase.
Off-screen, Debbie calls out to Andy over the SOUND of the
Andy... Are you still out there?
At the head of the stairs, Andy stops and pivots around 180
degrees, turning head-on into Jason's boots. Surprised, he
ANDY'S UPSIDE-DOWN POV
of Jason in Shelly's white mask. A machete is poised above
Before Andy can react, the machete is thrust down between his
legs, slicing through his upside-down body. Andy's ghastly
SCREAM reverberates as he topples backwards down the spiral
Jason retrieves his body. He drags Andy's halved corpse up
the stairs and back into the bedroom, closing the door behind
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
With the shower running full blast, the door closed, and
HUMMING to herself, Debbie remains oblivious to the sounds of
the murderous activities. She rinses her hair and turns off
The CAMERA MOVES slowly IN CLOSE on Debbie as she steps but
of the tub and dries herself off.
She hears a CRASHING SOUND that seems to have come from the
bedroom. She stands still and listens.
Andy? You can have my beer. I
don't want it.
Humming again, she wraps herself in her robe and swings the
bathroom door open.
The room is quiet, untouched. Andy is nowhere in sight.
Debbie shrugs it off, moves to the bedroom door, opens it and
sticks her head out.
Andy, don't bring me a beer. Do
you hear me?
She stays at the door for a moment listening for Andy. Behind
her, in the bedroom, Jason creeps across room. Debbie is
Andy! Answer me! I hate when you
She SLAMS the door shut! Peeved at Andy, she picks up a book
(Stephen King's newest novel) from a table and rolls into the
hammock top of the covers which hang all the way to the floor.
She settles in. The hammock sways slightly. She finds her
place in the book and playing with her damp hair, she starts
Quite unexpectedly from above her, a large drop of blood
falls and splatters all over the white pages of her book.
Alarmed, she touches the fluid with her finger tips,
She looks up at the ceiling...
Wrapped around the rafters is Andy's mangled, bloodied corpse.
Before Debbie can SCREAM...
From beneath the hammock, hidden by the covers, Jason's hand
reaches up and around and snaps her head back down, pinning
her to the pillow.
The carving knife is driven through the back of her neck and
pops out the front, right at CAMERA. Blood spurts all over
Debbie's horrified face.
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
A flashlight beam sprays directly into the CAMERA LENS
bleaching out the FRAME.
Derek and Chris silently walk along the dirt road leading
back to the house. Derek holds the flashlight.
Their footsteps add to the cacophony of night sounds. Chris'
eyes dart about; she's becoming quite uneasy.
Could we move a little faster?
Sure, just watch where you're
They start to job. The beam from their flashlight bounces
all over the road as they run.
Suddenly and unwittingly, Derek strides into a pothole, twist
his ankle and falls forward. The flashlight falls from his
hand. Derek lands in the arms of a dark figure standing on
the side of the road. Derek gasps as the man clutches him.
Chris grabs the flashlight from the ground and shines the
light into the man's face...
It's Abel, the aged hitchhiker.
What're you doing out here?
Derek gets back on his feet. The ankle is tender.
You know him?
I'm one of the Flock as are you my
Brother and Sister.
I think we should be going.
They start to leave, but Abel blocks their path.
I can't let you go.
Look old man, we don't want any
Then turn around and walk away
Come on, Chris...
Derek hobbles past Abel. Chris follows a moment later. Abel
looks after them as they go then up at the sky.
I have done by best. I can do no
Chris looks back at Abel as she and Derek continue down the
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Chuck stands at the stove, shaking a pot of popcorn over a
lit burner. The corn kernels are actively popping as Chuck
lifts the cover off the pot, revealing the white fluffy
morsels as they fly up and out (at CAMERA). Chuck leans in
to catch them with his mouth. He captures a few though more
land on the floor. He quickly replaces the lid.
Chili comes in from outside with a flashlight in hand.
I can't find the bong anywhere.
Can't you remember where you
I can't even remember what day it
It's Friday the 13th.
All the lights go out -- complete darkness except for the
blue fire of the lit burner. Chili SCREAMS over the sound of
the popping corn.
What's the matter?!
Nothin'. I was just foolin'
Don't do that to me!
Chili flicks on the flashlight and hands it to Chuck.
Here. Go down the cellar and
check the fusebox.
Will you come with me?
Be a man, man.
Chili takes a kerosene lamp down from the window sill as
Chuck reluctantly opens the cellar door and starts down the
Chili ignites the lamp's wick, illuminating the kitchen with
a yellow glow.
She carries the lamp over to the stove and sets it down.
INT. CELLAR - NIGHT
Barefoot, Chuck tiptoes down into the dark, musty basement.
The flashlight beam preceeds his every step as he slowly
To calm his anxieties, he talks to himself, outloud.
(his eyes roving all
There's nothin' to be scared of,
man. Just go over to the fusebox
and check it out. You can do
that. Yeah, sure.
His bare feet SLOSH in the line of the water puddles on the
cellar floor as he nears the fusebox. He raises the
flashlight at the open box -- the fuses and electrical wiring
exposed. The main switch is in the "OFF" position.
Chuck lifts the switch into the "ON" position. The naked
basement bulb glimmers.
(turning to go)
Whew... that's better.
Backlit and silhouetted by the bulb is Jason -- a threatening
Chuck is startled and scared. Before he can speak, Jason
grabs his face with both hands, lifts him off the ground and
throws him into the open fusebox.
Chuck's feet land in a pool of water as his hands make
contact with the exposed electrical wires. Electricity zaps
through his entire body, electrocuting him. The lights blink
on and off.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Chili is standing at the stove shaking a second pot of
popcorn kernels. The blinking lights are an annoyance,
causing her to squint. Then, the blinking stops and the
lights go completely dead. The lantern remains the only
What's goin' on, Chuck?!
There's no answer. Then abruptly, something heavy bashes
against the kitchen door.
What's goin' on around here?
She picks up the lantern and goes to the door. She hesitates
then pulls it open.
Shelly's corpse -- his skull split open, his face and chest
bloodied -- falls into the kitchen at Chili's feet.
Get up, Shelly. Stop foolin'
She believes this to be another of Shelly's ruses. Stepping
over his body, she goes to the basement stairs and calls down
What're you doin' down there, man?
Holding the kerosene lamp in front of her, Chili starts down
the stairs. FOREBODING MUSIC drones on the SOUNDTRACK,
No answer. She stops at the bottom of the stairs and pans
the lamp from side to side.
Suddenly, as though suspended from the ceiling, Chuck's head
and shoulders flop down in front of her, his arms outstretched
and his face stark white.
Oh, my God...
She turns and runs up the stairs, the kerosene lamp shaking
wildly in her hand.
She bolts out of the basement and stumbles over Shelly's
body, falling to the floor. She looks back at Shelly and
realizes that this is not a joke and that he is, indeed, dead.
She gags and, SCREAMING, grabs the still lit kerosene lamp
and scrambles to her feet. She runs into the living room.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The fireplace is burning bright as Chili dashes to the base
of the spiral staircase.
Andy! Debbie! Somebody help me!
Of course, no answer.
Unseen by Chili, Jason's hand reaches for a sizzling poker
left in the fire and pulls out the red-hot iron.
Chili swings open the front door. The CAMERA MOVES in on her
from behind. Crying, she SCREAMS out into the darkness.
Vera! Chris! Where is
She steps out onto the --
EXT. PORCH - NIGHT
The CAMERA continues towards her from behind.
(at the edge of the
Oh please, is anybody here?!
She looks all around. It's deathly quiet. She whips around
and runs back into the --
right at Jason and into the scorching poker. It burns
through her blouse and fries the skin around where it
According to sources, events from here on out were not included as
the remaining scenes were not written