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(Electrical crackle)

Shit!

Bingo.

(Gasps)

Oh, my.

(Thud, she gasps)

Damn.

(Thump)

(Screaming)

Argh!

(Gasping)

(Screaming)

(Man) Open fire!

Everybody on their knees!

Incoming!

- Hit the dirt!
- (Groaning)

Yes!

(Cheering)

Yeah!

(Heartbeat)

I don't think so.

- Good work, Agent Marcus.
- Thank you.

Good shooting, Mahoney.
Now clean up all this shit, huh?

- Is that him?
- Yeah. That's it.

I.D., please.

Alright, sir.

(Man) Name...
Voorhees, Jason.

This case is eyes only.
This tape is strictly for internal distribution.

Anyone listening
must have C4 clearance or higher.

If not,
you're in a heap of trouble.

(Laughing)

Jesus!

We have a large male Caucasian
with massive tissue loss

due to extreme explosive trauma.

Weight...
I'd say 230, maybe 240.

Uh, third-degree burns
over 65% of the anterior torso,

first and second over...

...posterior torso.

In addition to explosive trauma...

...the subject is a victim of...

...multiple... bullet wounds.

At a glance, I'd say...
we're looking at well over...

...100 bullet wounds of...

...varying caliber.

It's going to be a real joy to count.

(Bullet drops on metal tray)

Huh...

In my professional opinion,
this guy's deader than shit.

(Chuckles)

Uh...

Strike that last comment
from the record.

Evidence upon examination
indicates severe pulmonary edema.

I'd say the heart appears to be twice the size
of a normal heart and... malformed.

Fatty deposits, left, right atria.

The heart appears to be filled
with a black, viscous fluid.

I don't know what in the hell it is.
It's not blood.

(Heartbeat)

(Heartbeat accelerates)

(Heartbeat accelerates)

(Grunts)

(Roars)

(Roars)

(Roars)

1.D.

- You just saw me come out of there.
- I.D., please.

Oh! One second.

(Giggles)

You know, Bill,

this is actually kind of
an amazing opportunity.

I mean, how many people actually
get a chance to say whatever they want

to Jason fucking Voorhees?

Hey, fuck.

How you doing, you bad-ass,
maggoty, blown-up fuck?

Suck this.

Suck it.

You know what I'd like
to do to you?

I'd like to take a crap
right on your fucking mask.

A big old mango-sized crap.

Yes? That's a probe.

(Chokes) Bill!

- (Screaming)
- You!

Hey, so, Doc,
what's the verdict?

Jason gonna be getting up
and walking around anytime soon?

(Laughs)
We really nailed that fucker.

He wasn't nothing
but a big old pussy anyway.

(TV) "Tonight
on American Case File,

'Jason Voorhees...
dead... or deadly?

'these dramatic photos were taken

'in the aftermath of the autopsy
of Jason Voorhees.

"The facts...
two security men... dead.

'A coroner... dead.

'Another coroner... missing.

'Are these men victims of a serial killer
only believed to be deceased?

'Many say yes.

'Hi. I'm Robert Campbell.

'For over 20 years, the mere mention
of the name Jason Voorhees

'has been enough to send a shudder of fear
through the hearts of an entire nation.

'Born in 1946
to Elias and Pamela Voorhees,

'Jason was believed to have drowned
in Camp Crystal Lake at the tender age of 11.

'Sadly, he did not.

'Since then, he has been responsible
for 83 confirmed murders

'and speculated scores of others.

"Tonight, on a very special episode
of American Case File,

'we'll show you an interview
conducted with Mr. Creighton Duke

"just one week after Jason's
alleged termination.

"You'll remember Mr. Duke
as the bounty hunter

'previously responsible
for the capture

'of six of this country's
most reviled serial killers.

'Let's go to the tape.'

'For the first time ever,

'our cameras were allowed a glimpse
of the private training compound

'of bounty hunter Creighton Duke.

'Duke invited us with the promise
of a very unusual, very expensive proposition.

'and I think you'll agree,
in typical Creighton Duke fashion,

'he gave us much more
than we bargained for.

"Just watch.'

I'm gonna say two words to you,
Mr. Duke,

and I want you to say the first thing
that comes to your mind.

- OK?
- OK.

- You ready?
- Shoot.

Jason Voorhees.

Well, that makes me think of...
a little girl in a pink dress

sticking a hot dog
through a doughnut.

Well, I was actually referring to your claim
that Jason Voorhees is not truly dead.

What you think of as Jason
is not Jason.

That body he's wearing,
that's just meat.

That boy knows how to dress.

He wears other people's bodies
like folks wear a suit.

Oh, he may get blown up, but that's just
a little minor inconvenience for him.

He'll just get hisself another body.

Jason Voorhees,
the true Jason Voorhees,

is something you and I
have never seen before, Mr. Campbell.

There's only one way
to put an end to him for all time,

and I'm the only one
that knows the way.

So, if you want him dead,
truly dead,

500 grand is my fee.

And for that you get the mask, the machete,
the whole damn thing.

'Quite a character.

'In the week following our interview
with Creighton Duke,

'there have been five more
Jason-style murders,

'all, perhaps not surprisingly,

'on a direct path from the federal morgue
in Youngstown, Ohio,

'where Jason's remains
were flown

'to Crystal Lake.

"Tonight, in the interest
of public safety,

'l am prepared to offer Creighton Duke
his sum of $500,000,

'payable only after he provides
American Case File and the American people

'with incontrovertible proof
of Jason's existence

'and then puts an end to him
for all time.

"We'll be back with American Case File
in a moment.'

(♪ Jingle)

- This is truly sick.
- Tell me about it.

No, this is not sick, Diana.
This is business.

People are gonna come to see
Jason's hometown,

and they're come with appetites.

- (Man) Shake a leg, Di. Food's up.
- Thanks, Shel.

Hey, Ma, do you really want me
to cut these like this?

- Yes, I do.
- They look stupid.

Well, it's your own dumb-ass fault.
They're supposed to look like hockey masks.

Now, watch.

This makes a whole new patty,
Hence the 2-for-1 burger sale.

God, I love this woman.
Hold me back.

You guys make me sick.

What can I get you?

I'll take a Voorhees burger
and a side of Jason fingers.

OK.
Anything else?

Yes.

Creighton Duke.

- I know who you are.
- I'm gonna kill Jason Voorhees.

I need you to help me.

Jason Voorhees is dead.

You know he's not.

I know he's not.

And he's coming for you.

Your food will be right out.

Name your price.

Everyone has a price.
What's yours?

- What do you want?
- You know what I want.

And you know why I need you.

I think you need to leave.

I know everything about you, Diana.
I know who you really are.

What's the problem here?

Oh, I was just making your girlfriend there
a little proposition, Chief,

and she's thinking it over.

Right, love?

Come on. Get up.

Why don't you blow me, Chief, hmm?

Right after your girlfriend there
gets through?

(Grunts)

That's my lady you're talking about.

Well now, see,
she is only your lady

because she ain't had a taste
of the Duke yet.

- Why... damn it!
- Careful. Careful, Chief!

I don't think you really know
who I am.

I know who you are.

The last thing we need around here
is some freako bounty hunter causing trouble.

I want you out of this town,
and I want you out now.

- Now, that is very colorful, Chief.
- Randy!

Take him out to my car.
I'll be out in a minute.

Alright, let's go.

He's coming for you, Diana.
And your daughter.

- Lock your doors.
- Go on.

I'm sorry if he upset you.

I don't need you to fight my battles.
I don't need any part-time protection.

You OK?

- Yeah.
- OK.

Seems to think Jason's, uh...
coming for you.

Steven, I need to talk to you.

There's something you don't know
about Jessica.

Something that you should know.

She was going to tell you herself, but, uh...
there may not be enough time.

If you still care about her,

if you still want to make things right
between the two of you,

then we should talk.

OK, let's talk.

Yeah, but not here.

Come to my house tonight at... at eleven,
and don't be late.

- (& Music playing on radio)
- ♪ Ooh

♪ Ow!

♪ Ah-ha

♪ Ow!

(Excited shouting)

- Right!
- Great!

- (Laughing)
- Hi.

Thank you so much.
We were there for an hour.

- Sure.
- Thank you.

- Sure.
- Oh...

So... where we headed?

- We're going to Camp Crystal Lake.
- Oh, yeah?

Planning on smoking a little dope,
having a little premarital sex

and getting slaughtered?

- It's a joke. It's just a joke.
- (Laughing nervously)

- Crystal Lake levity, you know.
- Oh.

So, uh... why are you going
to the camp?

Well, now that Jason's dead,
we, uh...

We're thinking about smoking some dope,
having a little premarital sex

and not worry about
getting slaughtered.

Ah! To be young again...

Well, here's where the camp was.
They tore the cabins down a few years ago.

- But this is the place.
- Excellent.

Hey, thanks a lot.

Come with us.

We were thinking of going
skinny dipping later.

God... I'd love to.

But, uh, I got to meet
someone later.

Your girlfriend?

Go on. Have fun.

You don't know
what you're missing.

Here she is.

Let's do it.

Whoo! Whoo-hoo!

(Laughing)

Oh, my God.
That water.

Oh...

Oh...

It shrank my pod.

Yeah, no more skinny dip for you.

Mm...

Come here.

- (Chuckling)
- Um...

Do you mind if we use the tent
for half an hour?

No, no, no. Actually, you know what?
Take it for the whole night.

- I'm gonna sleep out here.
- Yeah?

- Yeah. It's a beautiful night.
- Are you sure?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure.
Go! Go... Go! Go...

Go, go...
Go, go, go.

(Laughing)

Damn!

(Urinating)

(Twig snaps)

(Twig snaps)

(Gasps)

(Moaning)

Come on. Let's do it.

You think you're ready
for Tony the Wonder Llama?

You got a rubber?

In my pack outside.

- I'll get it.
- No! No, no, no.

Forget it.
Forget about it.

I got to pee anyway.

I got to go out there anyway.
I'll be right back.

Alright.

- Hurry up.
- OK.

(Urinating)

- (Twig snaps)
- (Gasps)

I found it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Stay.

Oh, God, Debbie,
I hate these things.

(Moaning)

Argh!

Oh, shit!

Debbie!

(Screaming)

(Squish)

(Dog barking)

(Barking continues)

Tango? Tango!

- (Barking)
- Oh, there you are.

Well, come here.

There.

Yeah.

Oh, sweetheart, yes,
there you are. Yeah.

- (Screams)
- Diana! It's me, Josh!

I... I was just going to my car.
I didn't mean to scare you.

- Here.
- Alright.

- Here.
- Oh, thanks.

- Take that.
- Look, hon...

Don't worry about Ed.
He'll come around.

He's too smart a guy
to let you get away, you know?

Yeah, well, I guess I'm just a little, uh...
too old for going steady.

Yeah, well, so is he,
and he knows it.

Trust me.
It'll work out.

Thanks.

Good night.

Good night, Josh.

Hello, baby.

Oh, not here, not here.
Oh, I'm sorry I'm late.

What's the big deal?
Leroy's bowling, isn't he?

The league changed the damn time.
We've only got till 10:30.

Get in!

(Frogs croaking)

(Swishing)

Ugh!

(Grunts)

Fuck!

What the fuck are you doing?
You fuck!

(Screaming)

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

- Hi, Mom!
- "Hi!"

- Guess what.
- "What?"

I have a new boyfriend.
You'll never guess who.

- 'Well, what's his name?'
- I want it to be a surprise.

- 'Ah, someone I know?"
- No, but you'll recognize him.

We're gonna come
for a visit next weekend.

He really wants to meet you.

- Can you hold on just a second?
- 'Sure.'

OK.

Hi.

- 'How's the baby?'
- Great.

Have you seen her father lately?

- "Steven's coming over tonight.'
- Mom...

- 'He's still asking about you.'
- I don't want to talk to him.

'And I don't want to see him when I'm home.
He can see the baby if he wants.'

- Can you tell him?
- "I'll tell him."

I love you, Mom.

I love you, too, baby.

Um...

Argh! Oh!

Mom?

Josh, what are you doing?
Josh!

Oh, Jesus!

No!

You... better... stop!

Yes, hi.
Is Sheriff Landis there?

This is Jessica Kimble.
Could you please patch me through?

- (Roars)
- Argh!

(Yelping)

No...!

Diana?

(Screaming)

Argh!

Oh, shit!

(Grunts)

Argh!

Jesus!

(Gasps)

You saw him.

You know who he is.

You have to save Jessica.

Save Jessica... and the...

The what?

Save... Jessica... and...

Diana!

It was Josh.

Where in the hell is he?

Oh... my dear God.

He was dead!
He had to be dead!

(Chuckles nervously)

Y-Y-You can't think that I...

I don't believe that
you murdered Diana, no.

I don't know what happened.

I know you couldn't have done it.

Just sit tight, OK?

I'm gonna take care of this.
I'll straighten everything out.

Gee, Randy,
what am I gonna do?

What's Jessica gonna do?

Jessica, I'm, uh...
I'm so sorry.

I wanted to have this cleaned up
before you got here.

It's alright. I was just...

(Baby gurgles)

Oh, God, Betty.

(Baby crying)

Oh, my gosh.

Who's this?

A girl?

She's beautiful.

Is she yours?

Her name's Stephanie.

She has Steven's eyes.

Why didn't you tell me?

I was going to.

I was gonna tell everybody.
I just didn't...

I didn't expect
to be back here so soon.

Is Steven around?

Yeah.
Listen, there's...

There's something I need to...
tell you about Steven.

Hopefully, we won't have to hold you
for more than a day.

I'm gonna bust my ass
to prove that you're innocent,

but you're gonna
have to stay cool, Steven,

'cause otherwise
Landis is really gonna kill you, OK?

(Baby crying)

Come on.

The sheriff's right this way.

I'll be back later.
Don't do anything stupid.

What am I gonna do?
I'm locked in a freakin' cell.

I'm gonna get you out of this, OK?
But you just gotta hang tight.

OK.

Come here.

Oh, wait, uh...
Everything you need is in this bag.

Here you go.

White bottle at 12:00 o'clock.
Green bottle, 1:00, 1:30.

And work our way up
to hard liquor at dinnertime.

Don't worry.

What time would you like me
to pick her up?

Um... come by the diner
around 8:00.

- OK.
- OK.

Bye, sweetheart.
Don't you give Vicki a hard time. Bye-bye.

Thanks, Vicki.

- Hey, you take good care of her.
- Of course.

Jessie, I got a few papers here
I've got to get your signature on.

Alright.

(Creighton chuckling)

You're about the saddest-looking
sack of shit I've ever seen.

- Why don't you just shut up?
- (Creighton tutting)

Accused of murder.

And not just any murder, but the murder
of the mother of the girl you love.

(Chuckling)

- I didn't do it.
- Oh, I know that.

The problem is...

how are you going to get
anyone else to believe you?

It was Jason that killed Diana.

What did you say?

There's only one way
to put an end to that devil...

And they don't know the way.

And you do?

- Tell me.
- Information like that is very expensive.

What's your price?

I think you're too much
of a coward to afford it.

(Chuckling)

Try me.

Give me your hand.

- What?
- Your hand...

Give it to me.

See...

Everything and everyone
has a price.

And the cost of this
is very, very high.

Are you ready to pay?

What's the price?

Are you ready to pay?

Yes.

- (Bones crunch)
- Oh, fuck!

(Chuckles)

The only way to kill Jason Voorhees
is to destroy his heart,

and there's only one person who can do that
now that Diana's dead.

- Her daughter.
- Jessica?

And he'll try to get to her
before she can get to him.

- What does he want?
- The same thing he wanted her mother for.

What?

You want information,
you got to pay.

Come on.

Your hand.

You ready to pay?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Yes!

- (Bones crunch)
- Ooh! Jeez! Ow!

Those FBI idiots destroyed Jason's body,
SO now he needs a new one.

The ones he's jumping in and out of,
they can't last.

They get diseased,
he gets weak.

Jason needs to be reborn again,
and he needs Jessica to do it.

Why Jessica?

Now, see... That is a very,
very expensive question, boy,

and... I don't think you've got what it takes
to pay the price.

Tell me.

This one's on the house.

In a Voorhees was he born,

through a Voorhees
may he be reborn,

and only by the hands
of a Voorhees will he die.

Jason had a sister...

your girlfriend's mother, Diana.

Now that she's dead,

he has only two blood relatives
left in the world with the power to kill him

or make him reborn...

Jessica and her baby.

I've got to get out of here.
I've got to protect them.

The only way to do that
is to kill Jason,

and you can't!

But Jessica can.

Tell Jessica about her birthright.

Make her believe you.

Go to the Voorhees house,
find proof,

because if you don't,
Jason will kill her...

...and your baby.

(Steven) Randy! Randy!

Ow! Ugh!

- What the hell's going on here?
- That son of a bitch broke my fingers!

Jesus!

- Shit!
- Let me take a look, OK?

- Here.
- Let me look.

Oh, shit.

Shit!

Quiet.

You asshole.

OK.

Carefully, carefully
open the cell.

You wouldn't kill me.

You might be right.

OK. OK, Steven.

Steven...

Listen to me, please?

Don't do this.

You escape,
and they'll shoot you on sight.

It's a chance
I'm gonna have to take.

So, I lose a bundle today.
Screw it.

I loved that little lady.

Oh, don't pretend
to be so noble.

You should've closed up
until after the funeral.

Oh, sure, two days off
with pay, right?

Hey! Hey! Maybe not now.

Believe it or not, I'm hurt, too.
And not just financially.

What the fuck is that?

It's Jessica's baby.

Get it the fuck out! This is a restaurant,
not a fucking nursery!

Hey...

I believe that's the sweetest thing
God ever put on this earth.

You're just a little cutie pie.

Yeah, it'll be just as cute when it's
on the fucking street. Now get it out!

- Hey...
- (Telephone rings)

Yeah?

Yeah.

No shit?

Yeah! Yeah, yeah.
Yeah... yeah.

If I see him, I'll call.

OK.

- What was that all about?
- The baby can stay.

Go to the store room and make a crib
out of a box or something, OK?

- Go, go, go, go, go, go...!
- OK.

Steven Freeman escaped.
He's got a gun.

Oh, Jesus.
Do they know where he was headed?

Knowing Freeman, he turned ass,
and he bolted to Canada,

but just in case he didn't...

Hey, babe. Hey, hey, ho.
Let me do it.

Oh!

Jesus, Pookie.

(Baby cries)

OK, we got your bear.

I know this isn't a palace,
but it'll have to do.

God, you're so much
like your daddy.

We'll put you in here.

I'll come back and check on you,
make sure you're OK.

OK...

Jesus!

I didn't know your name.

Steven!

It's... my baby.

It's the first time I've ever been able
to touch my baby.

- Take my car. Get out.
- Ward, I...

Get out.

Thank you.

Christ.

Mm!

Oh!

(Gasps)

What the hell?

- (Floorboards creaking)
- Oh!

(Door closes)

(Wood splintering)

(Gasps)

(Phone ringing)

Yeah?

Hey, Reggie,
what's happening?

Oh, yeah,
I'm there now.

It's great.
It's disgusting.

Look, I am gonna want
to dress it up.

Maybe we could put a few body parts
in the refrigerator?

Reg, I don't know.
Talk to Harry in props.

You know
what we're going for here.

Twisted secrets
of the Voorhees house revealed.

Oh, and also,
one more thing.

Guess what tomorrow's headline
is gonna read.

"Body of slain Voorhees woman
stolen from morgue."

Well, um, last night,
I stole Diana's body,

and I hid it here in the closet.

And then I went home
and fucked her daughter. (Laughs)

Reg...

Reg... Reg,
you want to calm down?

Listen, I'll talk Jessica
into letting us shoot here. Right?

I'll bring the police.
They'll discover the body on camera,

and our ratings will go
right through the fucking roof!

How does that grab you?

(Laughing)

Jesus! Fuck!

(Grunting)

What...?

(Grunting)

(Squelching)

(Growling)

(Grunting)

(Groaning)

Argh!

(Groaning)

Argh! Argh!

(Continues groaning)

(Whimpering)

No!

Argh!

(Roars)

Robert?

Hello?

Oh, God.

(Gasps)

Oh!

(Shrieks)

You scared the hell out of me.
Where have you been?

- Robert! Robert!
- (Roars)

Get away from her!

- What are you doing?
- Come on!

Have you...
Oh, my God! Steven!

Put me down!
I can walk.

Look, I can...

You don't put me down this second,
I'm gonna Kill you! Ow!

- Steven!
- Get in the car. Get in the car!

Let me go!

- What is going on? Will somebody tell me?
- Shut up!

(Screaming)

- Oh!
- Shit.

(Yelping)

Oh, my God! Oh!

Steven! (Shrieks)

Argh!

- (Tires screeching)
- Argh! Steven!

Steven, stop the car.

Pull this car over!

Steven, I mean it!
Stop this car!

- Are you out of your mind?
- Just calm down! Shut the fuck up.

Please! Just listen.

Right. You think I killed Robert
back there, right?

And there's no way he could've lived, right?
I just ran the fucker over, right?

- Steven! Steven!
- Just tell me, did I kill him or not?

- Yes, you killed him.
- Wrong.

He is not dead,
and that is not Robert.

Jess, I did not kill your mother.

Yesterday, Josh... or someone
that looked like Josh, killed her.

That was after she blew off
the back of his head.

I stabbed him with a poker right through
the heart, and the son of a bitch still lived!

Steven, please just let me go.

Look, Jess, you and the baby
are in a lot of danger. I can help.

- I won't leave you this time, Jess.
- Yeah, you will, Steven.

I promise I won't.

Jess, let's go get the baby.

You killed my mother!
You think I'd let you near my baby?

Ow! Ow!

Get away from me!

Come on!

Get away from me!
Get away from me!

Jess! Jess!

Damn it... Argh!

(Panting)

I just saw Steven out on Lake Road.
He killed Robert!

- Hey. Slow down.
- No! He ran him over!

- Are you alright?
- I was at my mother's house.

- Did he hurt you?
- Not me! Robert!

OK, you said Steven's out on Lake Road.
Where on Lake Road?

I don't know.
Out past the Meyers' place.

OK, we'll get him.
You're safe now. Don't worry.

Notify all the units on Lake Road.
I want this kid.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Oh, Randy. Ugh!

Son of a bitch!

Argh! Oh.

Yes.

Oh!

- Hey, you OK? Here.
- Shut up!

(Grunting)

God! Oh!

- Damn!
- Get in the fucking car, Steven.

You get in the car.

You want me to cuff you?

What makes you think you can?

I got a gun!

Fuck that... I got a gun.

You totally wrecked Jessica.

- Jessica? You've seen Jessica?
- Yes, I have seen Jessica.

- Where is she?
- At the station.

Cuff me.

Cuff me.

Randy just picked Steven up.
He's bringing him in.

Jessie, follow Officer Ryan.
She'll give you some clothes.

All we have are cop uniforms.

Anything's fine.

One second.

You alright, Mister?
Wait a second.

What the f... oh!

You find her,
and you find her quick.

Yeah. Well,
I want to hear from you.

No! No! No!

(Grunting)

Oh!

Stop!

Stop right there!

Argh!

Oh... oh.

Steven, help me!
Argh! Argh!

Jessical

(Grunts)

Move!

(Gunshots)

What the hell was that?

Officer down!

He's breathing.

Let's check this guy
at the end of the hall.

- Fuck!
- Jesus Christ!

Get the ambulance.

Oh, fuck, oh, fuck,
oh, fuck!

Argh!

- Vick, where's the baby?
- She's fine.

- Where's the baby?
- She's in the back.

Whoa! Hold it right there!

Don't move a fucking muscle.
Either of you.

- Joey, I just want...
- Shut up! You're with him.

Nobody's going to touch
that fucking ray of sunshine.

Pookie, call the station.

I'm doing it, baby.
I'm doing it.

Holy shit.
The line's dead.

- Uh... huh!
- Son of a bitch!

Ward, go see what the hell's going on
at the station.

Don't let him go over there.

- He's gonna get killed!
- Shut up!

- Goon.
- Ma, he just...

Ward!

Little Mister... just in case.

Ooh.

Honey, watch the willy.

Ma...

- Ward, don't. Please.
- Shut up! Keep your hands up high.

Joey, please! Just let me get the baby,
and we'll go.

- Shut the fuck up! You're with a fucking felon!
- Oh, hey now, babe, watch your language.

- Fuck youl!
- (Shouting)

(Gunshot)

- Now look what you've fucking done!
- Give me the baby, Joey!

Fuck you!

- Ow!
- Sorry.

Stop! I mean it.

(Bones crunching)

(Screaming)

(Shrieking) No!

Oh...

Go! Go!

- Gol!
0, go, go, go, go!

- Come on!
- She's gone.

- Where is she?
- Vicki must've moved her.

Come in here. Come on.

(Gunshot)

- She's gotta be in here.
- (Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

Holy shit!

Pookie.

- Go!
- (Gunshot)

Go!

Oh... shit!

Get away from him,
you fucking piece of...

(Continues shouting indistinctly)

- (Screaming)
- Jess!

Oh! Uh!

- Ohl
- (Roaring)

Oh!

(Grunting)

Oh!

Go to hell!

(Sobs)

Oh, God, Vick. Vick?

I'm gonna try and get some help.

Shit!

- (Engine starts)
- Jessica!

Jessica, wait!

Fuck! Damn.

(Creighton) 'l have your baby.

'Come to the Voorhees house.
Alone.'

Christ.

You're alone.

Good girl.

Jason could've jumped
into anyone by now but you.

We haven't been
formally introduced.

My name is Creighton Duke.

What the hell
do you think you're doing,

grabbing my baby
and bringing her here?

Hold it.

Duke, Robert is dead.

I know about your bounty,

but you're never gonna see
any of that money now.

It's over.

Just give me the baby.

Just give me two minutes.

It's not about the money anymore.

What do you want from me?

Tonight we can get that bastard.

Tonight we can send Jason Voorhees
straight to hell for all time.

- You don't need me for that.
- Yes, I do.

Only through a Voorhees
can he be reborn,

and only a Voorhees
can kill him... with that.

No! I won't put my baby
in any more danger.

You will always be in danger
until Jason is dead.

He won't stop coming for you
until he gets you, until he's reborn.

Then he will kill you... and your baby.

If you want this to be over,

if you want your baby
out of danger,

then you will end it now,

before more people have to die
like your friends, like your mother.

Because until you kill him...

...it will never be over.

(Siren wailing)

Oh, were we sleepy?

Yes, we are.

- (Car approaches)
- That could be Steven.

Jason will have jumped
into a new body by now.

You can't trust anyone.

- It couldn't be Steven...
- Anyone. Do you understand?

(Grunts)

Duke! Oh. Ooh.

- Jessica?
- Ed?

- (Screaming)
- Oh, no!

Shit!

(Grunts)

Kill him! Do it!

- Ed, is it really you?
- Of course.

- Stay there!
- Give me the knife.

- I thought you were dead.
- You were wrong.

- Don't come any closer.
- Kill him!

- I can't!
- Freeze!

Get the hell
away from her, Ed.

- Duke, what should I do?
- Kill both of them!

- No!
- Do it or die!

- Jessica...
- Give me the knife.

- Stay back!
- Jessica.

(Groans)

Shit!

(Baby crying)

(Whimpering)

(Baby crying)

Get off!
Get away from her!

Steven!

(Screaming)

(Crying)

(Choking)

(Squelching)

(Heartbeat)

Where is it?

I don't know.

(Screaming)

(Hissing)

Duke!

(Duke) I'm coming.

Give me your hand!

Argh. I'm coming.

(Grunting)

- Here.
- Give me.

Hurry!

- Where's the dagger?
- It's under the dresser.

- Go get it.
- (Growling)

I don't think so.

- What's it doing?
- I don't know.

Duke, that part about being reborn
through a Voorhees woman,

- does it have to be a living woman?
- No.

Duke, that thing's in the basement
with Jessica's mother.

Holy mother of God.

(Duke) Get the dagger!

Help her!

Get the damn dagger!

Lift it up.

I can't... Jessica!

Son of a bitch,
do you remember me?

(Grunting)

Get the dagger!

Duke!

Tonight, my friend,
you will...

- Jessica!
- ...die!

Duke!

Oh! Oh, God!

Get away from them,
motherfucker!

(Screaming)

Argh!

(Grunting)

(Screaming)

(Screaming)

Go... to... hell!

Oh, no! No! No!

No! No! No! No!

(Screaming)

(Sinister laugh)