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Previously on Crystal Lake.

Come on, it's summer.

You should be outdoors like all the other kids.

But I'm not like the other kids.

No. You're stronger.

Where is Claudette?

The kids are fine.

I saw them. They're right by the shore.

- Mommy! - No! Jason!

Crystal Lake don't give up her dead.

She won't leave.

Every day, same spot.

He is here, Lee, I feel it.

You should all be ashamed of yourselves.

Look at you celebrating while my son is missing.

Who did you say you were with again?

Jersey State Police, ma'am.

And what do you think the good people of Crystal Lake

would say if they knew what you and Jason really were?

Levon, if you care about me at all,

you'll leave right now.

I won't bother you again.

Nora, they found me.

Pam.

Oh, Nora.

Oh, thank God.

Are you all right?

Wait, where are you? I... it sounds noisy.

I'm at a pay phone.

The office isn't safe.

If anyone knew I was talking to you

or that I knew where you were...

I'm so sorry. I never meant to drag you into all of this.

Look, whoever those men were,

subcontractors, fixers,

I know the company uses them,

but I don't think they told anyone where they were going.

No one's even mentioned your name in years.

So, I'm safe?

I didn't say that.

If they found you, others could certainly follow.

Pam?

Hi, Miss Voorhees.

Hi.

Grace, hi.

I was cleaning my room

and I found this in one of my drawers.

Jason made it for me last summer.

Anyway, I thought you should have it.

You don't want it anymore?

No, I...

No, I, I... I do.

I... I just thought if you did,

I... I just wasn't sure.

No, no, no, no, dear.

You keep it.

He made it for you.

How are you doing?

Good.

How's your mom?

Oh, okay, I guess.

I haven't seen her much since she started working nights.

You're holding up the line.

Sorry.

It's good to see you.

Okay, well, bye.

Bye.

That's just what I heard.

You are so full of shit.

I swear to God.

What did you hear exactly?

Okay, I told you. I heard

that Lisa made out with her English teacher.

On the field trip.

Oh, that slut.

Fuck it. I'm gonna ask her Saturday night

- at the party. - What party? I thought.

Jen's parents cut their vacation short.

They did.

Steve Christy said we could use his parents' camp.

That place gives me the creeps.

Everyone's going.

Boones and tunes, mama.

Oh, by the way, I have detention later

'cause I...

I heard she made out with her English teacher

on the field trip.

That slut.

Hey.

Pam.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Yeah, come on in.

Thanks.

I just,

I wanted to apologize. I'm sorry. I was

I lost control at the picnic,

and then I was short with you when you came to visit.

I mean, check on me.

You don't have to apologize.

Well

I made you these.

- Oh. - Cop-cakes.

You get it?

You are too much.

Just

return that container to me when you're done.

How is,

life on the beat?

Any excitement?

No, ma'am. Thank God.

I got my share of that in Newark.

Why?

You looking to switch careers?

Yeah, I'm...

You doing all right?

Yeah. No, I mean, you know.

Sure.

Pam. I'm not asking to be polite.

It's just all those things are just sitting there, Lee.

I don't know what to do with them.

You know, we used to go camp or fish.

We had so much nature to explore right behind the house and

now I can't even step foot in the woods.

I haven't been out there in months.

If you can believe that.

I can believe it.

I feel like I'm just stuck in there

with all these memories.

Like it's kind of making me crazy.

And, I just.

Yeah.

What I wouldn't give to feel human again.

Yeah. All right. Well, I'll just let you get back to,

your things.

Pam.

The answer's probably no, but

if you're really tired of being stuck in the house.

You okay? I'm so sorry.

The green on you.

Woo! Come on, now.

There it is.

Woo, baby! Woo!

Girls got power.

Crush a man's nuts with that swing.

Come on, now. Language.

You're looking good out there.

I'm just getting started. You better keep up.

Feels nice, right?

Being out and about.

Yeah, it does.

Enos.

Pour this lady a beer.

Need a refill.

All right, I got it.

No, no, no. It's almost your turn.

I got it.

All right.

Listen. I've been wanting to say this since the picnic.

The way you tore everyone at that park a new asshole,

My God, was that a glory to behold.

You wouldn't know because you didn't grow up here,

but this place can be very stifling.

Ladies, another pitcher?

Yes, please.

I like those jeans, Shep.

I know, Miss Kowalczyk.

How many times do I got to tell you?

Call me Rita.

See? Provincial.

That's why every chance I get,

I try to get out of town, expand my horizons, you know?

Yeah, it's a whole big world out there.

Oh, yeah. See? You get it.

You're open-minded.

Unlike the rest of these yahoos.

Speaking of which,

you and Levon, are you two, you know.

No, no. No, no, no. We're just friends.

No judgment.

I had my own little fling with,

Johnny Law a few months ago.

Yeah. Deputy dip shit's still got a crush.

He's good for a tumble,

but the brain department is a little low on the inventory,

if you get my drift.

You know, I feel like I can really talk to you.

Oh.

Well, I don't know. Maybe it's 'cause,

I lost a child, too.

Yeah. Amos Anthony Ellnor.

March 24th, 1951.

Came out of me, white as a dove, stone dead.

They had to hold me down, pry him out of my arms.

Didn't stop crying for a year.

Oh, my god, Rita, I'm so sorry. I had no idea.

Oh, no. How could you?

I mean, we never really spent much time together.

God knows you've had your hands full.

I saw how you cared for your boy.

And you got some real strength in you.

Here you go.

For what it's worth,

I think you would have made an excellent mother.

Thank you.

Wh... where do you go when you go out of town?

I mean, I was thinking that

I could maybe use some time away, too.

No way.

My horoscope said I was gonna encounter an unlikely companion.

I was hoping for someone a little more rugged,

but I'm going to this seminar in Passaic this weekend.

My cousin Cindy got me tickets

and now she can't come, so I got an extra one.

Is this kismet or what?

- Oh. - Yeah, I know.

- Wow. - I know, I know.

It looks a little out there.

But Cindy swears changed her life.

And after the year you've had

you should come with.

Yeah. Might be fun to, you know,

get out of town for a little bit.

With Rita Kowalczyk?

Wait, you're the one who's always telling me

I got to let people in.

Fair enough.

Just watch yourself. That girl's a wild one.

Well, compared to us, that's a pretty low bar.

Well,

thank you for dragging me out. It was fun.

I don't believe that.

But I appreciate the lie.

Thank you for never giving up on me.

Never.

That's a promise.

Drive safe.

It doesn't matter if it's Nixon or McGovern

or President Country Joe and the Fish, man,

nothing's gonna change.

This is America, man.

A country built on stolen land by stolen people.

I mean, you ever think about what the Martians would say

if they came down here and took a look around?

Have some pretty brutal shit to say, man.

Yeah, but I don't think we'd understand them, though.

Frodo! Frodo, wait!

Come here, boy!

Frodo!

Frodo, bad boy! Come here!

Come here, boy!

Frodo!

I think he's got something.

Holy shit.

Here you go. Put that on. Have a seat.

We'll be getting started shortly.

A bigger crowd than I expected.

Yeah, well, misery loves company, right?

Why are they locking the doors?

Probably just being dramatic.

Good morning. Right up here.

Settle in, get comfortable.

Welcome.

My name is Wilhelm Richter, founder of R.E.M,

Richter Educational Modalities,

and creator of the experience which you're all about to have.

Oh, yes, you are.

As you know, the doors are locked.

Bathroom and food are off limits.

And we've relieved you of all your timekeeping devices.

Because for the next few hours

you're mine.

So, we might as well get to know each other.

I'll start.

I am an educator

who has changed thousands of lives.

And you

are shit.

Is that funny?

I don't think that's funny. I think that's sad.

- A little harsh. - Well, the truth usually is.

And the truth, my friends,

is that your lives are shit.

And you know it.

And you know how I know?

Because otherwise you wouldn't be here.

Your lives don't work!

Tell me I'm wrong. You can't.

Because there's a reason

thousands of people attend my seminars every year.

They come, and they come, and they come

because their lives are broken.

Lucky for them

and you

I am a certified life repairman.

I'd like to see his tools.

Once orientation is complete,

we are going for it, baby.

48 hours of emotional strip mining.

And I guarantee my work,

but it is not for the faint of heart.

It is not for cowards.

The experience is only for those special few who are ready,

willing, and brave enough

to heal.

So

I want to start

by asking all of you one simple question:

What are you afraid of?

I checked the area.

Couldn't find anything else.

Think it's a local?

I can't tell from this.

Could also be a hiker.

Someone from out of town.

Look at these bite marks.

From the size of it, shit, it looks like a bear.

Holy shit.

Cool.

Let's head back.

Try to figure out if anyone's missing.

In the meantime,

get McCready out here.

Have him do a wider sweep.

What do you want to do with T-Bone here?

I'll bag it, bring it to the M.E. in Newton.

I doubt it we get a better read on the cause of death from this.

Who knows?

Man-eating bears.

Mysterious body parts. It's exciting.

Keep this to yourself.

We don't know anything for sure yet.

I don't want the people in a panic prematurely.

Of course, Chief.

You know me.

Yeah, that's why I'm saying it.

I just worry one day, she'll realize

she made the mistake of her life marrying me

and pack up and leave.

You're afraid of abandonment. Good.

That's your saddle. Hold on to that.

We'll address it later in sanctum.

Who else?

What's your name, sweetheart?

Calli... Calliope.

Calliope, what are you afraid of?

This is going to sound ridiculous.

I think I'm afraid of men.

Of men? Quiet.

Shut up.

Why, Calliope?

What's so scary about men?

Men work. We provide.

We're your sons, your fathers.

We make up the cornerstone of society.

Why would you be afraid of little old us?

I... I don't know. I just am.

You're full of shit is what you are.

You're not afraid of men.

You're afraid to admit your needs.

I... I don't think that's it.

Yes, it is. And yes, you are.

Tell the truth right now.

What are you not getting from men?

Come on, sweetheart.

Admit your needs.

Just leave her alone.

I'm sorry?

Do you have something to contribute?

No. No, I don't. Sorry. No.

Take the mic.

No, thanks.

Well, now you're quiet.

Come on, Chatty Cathy.

Don't be a coward.

Take the mic, stand up, and tell us about yourself.

Okay.

What do you want to know?

Well, since you're so eager to steal the spotlight

I'm not.

Why don't you tell us what you're afraid of?

I... I'm not really interested in participating.

No? Why are you here, then?

I'm just supporting a friend.

Like you just supported a total stranger.

Real caretaker, aren't you?

Always helping, always putting others' needs before your own.

But that's not really you, is it, Pam?

It's just a role you've taken on.

Maybe a role somebody else chose for you.

I can tell by the way you held that mic.

It's not your first time.

Most people hold it way down here.

But you knew exactly where to put it so we'd hear you.

You've spoken in public before, haven't you?

I used to be a singer.

Jesus, that's perfect.

Would you give us a sample?

Oh, no.

You know, Pam, I just realized what you're afraid of.

You're afraid people will see you.

Not what you want them to see,

but the real you. The bitch lurking

beneath that prim little act - Oh, wow.

- You're putting on. - How dare you?

There it is, that right there.

That rage.

You can barely look at it, can you?

Someone else catching a glimpse, oh, that scares you to death.

Tell me I'm wrong.

You are wrong.

Then, prove it. Show us who you are.

Show us who you are!

Bullshit!

No wonder you didn't make it as a singer.

There's nothing authentic there.

You're making faces

like you're having the biggest feelings in the world,

but it's all a performance.

I bet you go through your entire life performing.

Singer, wife, mother.

Masks, to keep yourself from being seen,

to avoid having to look inside and face the truth.

Which is what?

That you deserve to be happy.

And free.

You deserve to let go

of all the crap

you've been carrying around your whole life and heal.

You deserve that, Pamela.

And I promise you,

if you see this through

and let yourself have the experience

you'll develop the confidence to stop performing,

to drop the masks,

and finally embrace your true, authentic self.

Big round of applause for Pam.

Who's next?

Who's that?

Who else has a key?

I got some takeout.

Okay, put it in the fridge.

You know, a thank you would be nice.

You know what?

"Thank you, Briana." You're so welcome.

"I don't know what I would do without you."

Nothing, probably die.

Oh!

What happened?

What's wrong?

Oh, shit.

I'm gonna be sick.

The M.E. in Newton closed early.

Doesn't open again until Monday morning.

You ain't got a fridge in the station?

You think I'm gonna leave this with Dorf?

You can't leave rotten human flesh by produce, Lee.

You gotta throw all that shit out.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah? What happened to you, man?

- You used to be a cop. - I am a cop.

'Til you banished yourself to Mayberry,

now you carving wood, painting figures.

Why you coming at me like this today?

Because you don't belong here.

You go work them streets in Newark.

You wouldn't last a damn week.

I did nine years. You don't know.

You know I'm grown, right, Lee?

What, you think I don't know

that you left the city for a reason?

What, take a couple bribes,

look the other way a couple of times? Big deal.

You know, I'm gonna find out someday, right?

That's enough!

You want to stay over?

Watch All in the Family?

I'll go make us some tea?

You don't have to keep coming way out here.

And check in on me.

I'm gonna keep doing it 'til you start stocking that fridge

with more than chocolate milk and body parts.

And that Newton M.E. is an incompetent hick.

You might as well do your own exam.

You're not gonna believe this.

I met someone.

Really?

Dr. Norman Blaustein, D.D.S.

He's here for a conference.

Promised to let me drive his Porsche

if I have a nightcap with him in his suite.

- Okay. - You don't mind, do you, hun?

I know we were supposed to do a girls' night thing,

but to be honest, this whole scene

has given me the heebie-jeebies.

Go Thank you so much.

There's my little racer.

Was wondering where you sped off to.

I was topping off the tank.

Hey,

Dr. Norman Blaustein, D.D.S.

Hey there, hot stuff. You party?

It depends.

Are we talking cake and ice cream?

Funny.

I've got nitrous in my suite.

100% safe.

I am a professional.

Easy, tiger.

You owe me an oral exam first.

Have a good night, hun.

Don't wait up.

Go, go, go.

Hi. I was in your seminar.

The singer. I remember.

I know what you're doing.

The whole tear us down and then build us back up thing.

Is that what I'm doing?

I used to have a voice teacher who used the same technique.

You know, the truth is, I think that you are insightful

and your words resonate,

but I don't think you have to be such a jerk

to help people.

Well, it doesn't have to work for everybody.

Just the ones who stay.

But I appreciate the support.

Wait.

Let me buy you a drink.

Really?

Most people don't have the courage

to approach me outside the room.

See? It's already working.

Please?

Everybody says I should just accept it.

I don't know how I'm supposed to do that

when they haven't even found his body.

I just feel guilty

that I wasn't there when he needed me.

But who is that guilt serving?

Not Jason? He's gone, right?

You know that?

Yeah.

It's certainly not serving you.

All it's doing is prolonging your pain.

I guess I could, you know,

move somewhere else and start over or something.

You could do that.

But you'd just bring the pain with you.

That's why it's called baggage.

The only way to truly move on is to stop running.

May I ask you a question?

Anything.

Do you ever worry

about playing around in people's heads?

You know, that you might,

I mean, I don't know how to.

What?

Open the wrong door.

No.

See, I knew my whole life I wasn't Phil Lipschitz

from Bumblefuck, Rhode Island.

Even though that's a bum rap, everyone tried to lay on me.

But to become my true self,

the man who's sitting across from you right now,

I had to face my fear of losing the safety

that false identity provided.

I had to take off that mask

and be honest with myself.

So be honest, Pam.

What are you afraid of?

I'm afraid of letting go.

Well, in that case,

let's see what happens when you do.

Oh, I... I didn't. I... I'm not.

I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.

It's 1972, Pam.

We're two adults having a drink,

engaged in serious conversation about our lives.

I felt close to you.

I had a healthy impulse and I didn't suppress it.

Maybe you're not attracted to me,

in which case, mea culpa,

let's forget it and continue our conversation.

But

if you are as curious about me as I am about you

and all that's holding you back is this fear of letting go,

isn't now the perfect time to face it?

It's been a really long time since I've been with a man.

Shh. It's okay.

You're right where you belong.

Damn it, Pam.

You're holding back.

- Sorry. Sorry. - Shh. Don't apologize.

You don't have to be afraid.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

You're in control.

That's it.

That's it.

Yeah. That's it.

That's it.

That's it, baby. Let go.

Shh. Stop talking.

What the fuck?

- What? - You bit me.

No. No, no, I didn't. I didn't do that.

I can play rough.

That's what you want, right?

I just.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It's not me.

Maybe it is. You never know until you drop the mask.

Wilhelm, get off.

Get... get off me!

All right. Jesus.

You bit me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you feel the need to apologize

for all that power you've got locked inside you.

If you'd just let it out.

Morning, Ralph.

If this is about the deer,

I didn't lay that trap in the glade.

Must have drug it there.

Nah, it's nothing like that.

Found some remains in the woods yesterday

about a quarter mile east.

Human, looks like.

Human?

Whose?

That's what we're trying to find out.

Dead end where the rest of him might be.

It's nobody from around here. I checked.

Could be a hiker who got lost

or a hunter who came too close or something.

Figure you know the terrain better than anyone.

Seen any strangers around here lately?

Strangers?

Nope.

Couple of bears around here these last weeks.

Never known a black bear to be a man-eater.

But who knows?

There's worse things in these woods than bears.

Excuse me?

What?

You said something like.

"It's worse things in these woods than bears."

Did I?

No, no.

I ain't seen nothing.

Stay! Please stay! Just stay!

I didn't do it! Wasn't me!

Please forgive me. Please forgive me.

It's not your fault.

I wasn't sure if you'd come back after last night.

What is this?

It's called regression possession.

You let your old, damaged self

inhabit your body and mind completely

so you can finally say

what you never could to the people who hurt you.

It looks, intense.

It's the only way to expel all the guilt,

fear and shame we carry

so we can finally make room for the real you.

Are you ready to do the work?

Relax

and let yourself drift back.

Back to a time

when you felt your most vulnerable.

Your most afraid.

It's taking shape all around you.

People.

A place.

You're going to hold on to it.

Root yourself there.

Confront the ones who hurt you.

Tell them how you feel about what they did.

You're going to experience that pain,

then release it.

Listen to my voice.

Let it guide you

and go to that place.

Where are you?

What do you see?

Pam.

Pam! Pam, it's okay!

I know it's scary, but just stay with it. You're safe.

I'm never going to be safe.

If you don't confront this once and for all, you'll never heal.

Let me out, please. Let me out.

You're just going to run away again?

Like you ran out of my room last night?

Too afraid to finish what you started?

You are sick.

Let's take five, everyone.

My dad's got it all planned out, you know?

Like, after graduation,

I'll take the football scholarship to Michigan State,

four years of pre-law, and then on to Columbia

before being recruited by one of the big firms.

Is that what you want, babe?

I don't know what I want anymore, babe.

You mean besides one last summer at my parents' camp?

They're definitely going to reopen now?

They have to.

Got to make back what they lost last summer.

Because of that weird kid who drowned, right?

What's his name?

Jason Voorhees.

Did you hear they never even found his body?

Who would want to come here after that?

I would.

Grace?

Oh, my God. What are you doing here?

I heard there was a party.

Yeah, a high school party.

When I was your age,

I was still having tea parties with my Barbies.

Well, this looks funner.

Funner?

Hey, leave her alone.

Come on, it's a... it's a party.

Hey, I dig your clogs.

Kind of make you look like Michelle Phillips.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, come sit. I'll, I'll get you a beer.

- Okay. - No, not okay.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Honey,

I'm going to give you some tough love

and tell you what no one else here will.

You look ridiculous in all that makeup.

Why don't you just head on home?

Why don't you?

Don't talk back to me, young lady.

I saw you in the boathouse

doing it with Barry

when Jason drowned.

You spied on us? You little perv.

If you let me stay, I won't tell anyone.

You're damn right you won't,

because if you do, I'll not only deny it,

but I'll remind everyone why your little friend

swam all the way out there in the first place.

You're the one that threw the ball

that he went out to get.

See? I can be a bitch, too.

Not so nice, is it?

I've got years more experience.

You want to be a big girl so bad?

I'll treat you like one.

Go home.

I mean, is it... I think that's possible

for every single individual person...

You told me to admit my needs and she left!

I'll kill you, Richter!

You're a liar! I'm going to kill you, Richter!

I'm going to kill you! You charlatan!

You liar! Get your hands off me!

I'm going to kill him! He's a fraud!

Please

help me.

See what happens when you play around in people's heads?

Some of us are meant to wear masks.

What the fuck?

- No, no. Fuck that. - Let's go, let's go.

Celeste, I can't get my hair wet.

I just got my hair done.

Party's over, I guess.

Geez.

- All right. - Hurry, hurry!

Woo.

Gosh, it's really coming down.

Maybe we should go park somewhere else.

I don't want to get stuck.

This is a Trans Am, babe.

345 horsepower, monster torque. I mean

we're fine here.

- Good. - Cool.

Because I've been wanting to get you alone all night.

"Hut."

Bring out the pigskin.

Watch me push it into the end zone.

What's that?

Is someone out there?

What the hell?

Who's out here?

Grace, is that you, you little shit?

You better cut it out or I'm gonna beat your ass.

Fuck this!

Who was it?

- Come on. - Barry, who was it?

I don't know, babe! Shut up!

All right, man, come on. Shit!

- Okay, come on. - What's going on?

- Come on, come on. - You're scaring me!

Fuck.

Talk to me!

Fuck! Let's go.

What the hell was that?