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( music playing on stereo )

( music continues )

( man sighs )

I don't understand it.

I just filled up the gas tank 20 miles ago.

Woman: It's empty now, Bill.

Hey, I was wondering if you could help me out.

My wife, uh-- my wife and I, we ran out of gas down the road.

Could you give me a lift back to the station?

Whew.

It's really fortunate I ran into you.

Trevor Moorehouse.

No!

No! No!

No!

( rock music playing on stereo )

Woman: How could he drive with a chainsaw for a right hand?

It was his left hand, and I'm telling you, it happened.

It's well documented.

Trevor Moorehouse.

The guy's legendary in these parts.

Yeah, I heard something about that.

Bullshit. It's camp lore.

There's no such person as Trevor Moorehouse.

I guess that's what we'll tell ourselves

when we're trying to sleep at night.

- "Oh, Mommy!" - ( laughing )

♪ Now you're living in my world ♪

♪ In my world

♪ You come back

♪ God damn, your stupid dream ♪

♪ You know it was the worst nightmare I ever seen ♪

♪ You put your lips on me

♪ You put your lips on me

♪ And you slide 'em all over ♪

♪ Country girl

How you doing back there, Jules?

I'm fine.

I'm really glad you decided to come.

Contrary to what your father would have you believe,

I'm not the big bad wolf, Jules.

( sighs )

Hey. Let's see.

Dean, Whitney, Jason, Julie, and Tobe.

Wow, do you bend spoons, too?

No, I recognized you from your applications.

I'm Patrick.

- How's it going? - Hey, how you doing?

I'll be your boss for the next six weeks.

Hey, who else is here?

Hey, Patrick, what do you want us to do with these paint cans?

- Uh-oh. - Hey, Brad.

This is Julie, Whitney, Jason--

Yeah. Yeah, we've met.

Look, I didn't know he was gonna be up here.

Maybe this isn't such a good idea.

Yeah, maybe it isn't.

Does somebody wanna fill me in here?

Jason and I used to run track against each other at school.

Last time we ran for qualifications,

he broke his knee ten yards from the finish line.

Yeah, it's funny.

I don't recall that was the last time you raced.

So I guess most of you know each other.

- Hey. - What's up?

- How you doing? - Hi, guys.

Hey. Hi.

Look, I'm sorry there's some bad history here, guys,

but we got a job to do.

Is this gonna be a problem?

No problem here.

No, no problem.

Good.

'Cause we got a lot of work ahead of us.

Uh, Dean, Jason, you guys help me move this wood,

and you three can get started on the food.

All right? Truck's out back.

Tobe: It frightens me to think

that my diet for the next eight weeks

will consist primarily of creamed spinach

and Mrs. Pete's tater tots.

Uh, not me.

I'm sticking with what I know.

Ritz crackers and peanut butter.

Basic building blocks of a well rounded eating disorder.

Wow, no shortage of knives in here.

Look at this.

More than I can say for the rest of the kitchen.

It's pretty bare, isn't it?

- Where do you think these go? - Probably in the pantry.

I think I saw it over there.

Jesus, you could cut diamonds with the stuff in here.

Tobe, the door!

Well, don't look at me.

I didn't know it locked from the outside.

There a sign posted on the door.

It's summer, all right? I'm not exactly looking for a reason to read.

( banging on door )

Hey, Whit!

So, Dean, am I a happy camper?

Have I ever let you down?

- Aww, yeah. - ( chuckles )

- Who's is this? - Oh, it's Tobe's.

He brought it to scare the kids.

- ( imitates "Psycho" theme ) - Get out of here.

( knocking )

- Are you mad? - No, I'm not mad.

Well, you know, if it comes down to it,

I'm willing to be with you carnally.

In order to stay warm, of course.

Tobe, word of advice for this summer.

Try to plan your hook-ups in room temperature or above.

You'll never get a girl to take her shirt off

in the refrigerator.

( music playing )

Hey! Watch your footing there, Whit.

Dean, I swear to God, I'm gonna kill you.

What's the matter?

Whitney doesn't know how to swim.

- No way. - Thanks, Dean.

All right.

Hey, wait. Hold up. I'll help you guys.

( music continues )

Okay, on the count of three.

One, two, three.

- ( chattering ) - I don't know, baby.

Nice work today, guys. This is the last one.

Just a little more.

Uh, yeah, this is good.

Okay, on three. One, two, three.

Everybody, um, meet Drew Zemke.

Drew, this is Whitney, Dean, Jason,

- Julie, and Tobe. - Hi, everybody.

- Hey. - How's it going?

Julie, you and Drew will be co-counselors.

Cool.

So, where are you from?

All over. We moved around a lot.

Boston most recently. What about you?

Small town about two and a half hours south of here.

Smalls towns are great.

Yeah, if you don't have to live in one.

Well, try living in a city for a while.

After that, you really crave the peace of a small place.

I don't know.

Oh, come on, everybody knows your name,

all those deep, dark, hidden secrets

that everybody tries to ignore.

That's good?

Okay, well, where else have you lived?

That's it. I've lived there all my life.

Julie, I have to go back. I forgot my camper list.

I'll meet you back up at the cabins.

You scared me!

There's danger in these woods.

Excuse me?

Nelson's come back for revenge.

- Hey, Patrick. - Hey, Julie.

I thought you said these woods were uninhabited.

As far as I know, they are.

I just saw an old man off the trail.

Oh, that must have been Henry.

Yeah, he used to run the camp up here years ago

back when I was a camper.

That was before the Alzheimer's kicked in.

( giggles )

He didn't scare you, did he?

- Uh, no. - Here, take one of these, will you?

- Sure. - Thanks.

Julie: "You were right about this place.

It really is beautiful up here.

I miss you, Dad. Write me.

Love, Julie."

Is that your mom? She's really pretty.

Yeah.

She, um-- she died recently.

Wow. I'm sorry.

I lost one of my parents, too.

Yeah?

Yeah.

( knocking on door )

- Aah! - ( laughs )

Don't do that!

Hey, everybody's meeting out by the lake.

- You wanna come? - Yeah.

- Don't you wanna come? - Nah, not tonight.

I'm a little out of it.

I was thinking I might just catch up on my sleep.

- Next time? - Yeah, next time.

Hey, but do you mind if I check my email?

Not at all. Go for it.

( music playing )

♪ In your electric garden

♪ Where anything bad can always happen ♪

♪ Why do you...

So, anybody wanna play bloody murder?

- How do you play? - The rules are simple.

As in the best of games, one person is it.

That person runs off to hide

as the rest of the group waits by home base

and counts to midnight.

1:00. 2:00, 3:00, et cetera.

At midnight, they break off in separate directions

and try to find it.

Whoever manages to find it first

yells "bloody murder," and everybody runs back to home base.

But if it manages to tag anyone before they reach home base,

that person is it next game,

and the whole thing starts over again.

- Sounds fun. Let's play. - All right.

But you need a big group to make it work.

I'm in.

- Yeah, all right. - I'll play.

- Tobe? - Why not?

- Okay. - Jules?

What is this, kindergarten?

Come on.

Yeah, okay.

Brad?

Hmm. I don't think so.

Come on, it's just a game.

- All right. - Awesome.

All right. I'll be it this round.

Let's make that tree over there base.

Oh, and you guys,

remember to keep an eye out for Trevor Moorehouse.

We're playing in his backyard.

Jason, just show yourself so we can get this over with.

I hate this stupid game.

( screams )

Relax, it's only me.

You loser! You scared the shit out of me.

Whit, was that you?

Sorry, false alarm.

What else is new?

Brad, buddy, why don't you look over there?

- I got this area covered. - Yeah, all right.

Douchebag.

Brad.

Could you yell "Bloody murder" for me?

Jesus Christ!

Please, no, no.

No, no!

( laughs )

Very funny.

That was Shakespeare, man! Did you see his face?

Hey, man, no hard feelings?

Oh, shit.

What happened?

Oh, we were playing a joke on Brad

and he tripped.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

I better get him back up to the cabin.

Hey, man, I really am sorry.

It's okay. Don't sweat it.

Look, why don't you at least just hear me out?

Or else what? You'll punch me in the stomach?

Look, you know things have been a little crazy for me lately,

and Brad Thompson showing up doesn't exactly help.

Jules, I thought-- I thought coming up here

would help me get away from everything.

But instead, it's just made matters worse.

Look, I'll apologize first thing in the morning, I promise.

I was a jerk. I just--

I can't handle your being mad at me right now.

Come on, I love you, Jules.

What am I gonna do with you?

- Hi. - Hi.

How was your night?

Nightmare is more like it.

Well, do you want to talk about it?

No, I don't think so. I'm just really tired.

It's a habit I picked up while I was living in Guam.

It helps me relax.

- Do you smoke? - No.

I mean, I have, I just don't do it regularly.

( urinating )

( sighs )

Oh! Give it to her, Chase.

Shit.

Unbelievable.

Do you wanna smoke?

No, thanks. I really shouldn't.

Well, let me know if you change your mind.

I will.

- Good night. - Good night.

Tobe, did Jason stop by your cabin

this morning to apologize? He told me--

No, and I'm not so sure we should be talking in public.

Wouldn't want to give anybody the idea

I was trying to put my tongue down your throat.

Come on, Tobe. Don't be like that.

Hey, Whit, have you seen Jason around?

No, sorry. Haven't seen him.

Dean, have you seen Jason this morning?

We had a fight last night

and I haven't been able to find him ever since.

No, I haven't seen him.

He mentioned something last night about blowing off camp,

hitting the road for awhile.

- Patrick. - Hey, Julie.

I'm worried about Jason.

We had a fight last night,

and this morning he's nowhere to be seen.

I checked his bed, and it hasn't even been slept in.

Has he ever taken off like this before?

Well, yeah.

Then he's probably trying to scare you.

I wouldn't worry too much about it.

Maybe.

Don't you think we should call the police or something?

Whoa.

The police can't do anything

until he's been missing at least 24 hours.

Look, I'm sure he'll show up by dinner time.

If he doesn't, I'll call the sheriff.

But in the meantime, don't let it get to you.

The kids are gonna be here in three days

and we still got a ton of stuff to do.

- Okay. - Okay?

Come on, we'll just, uh,

we'll just go out a little ways.

I don't know.

Look, we're friends now, Whit.

Don't you trust your friends?

Okay, but just until I say we head back.

You got it.

Whitney: This is far enough.

We did have some good times together, too, didn't we?

Yeah, in the beginning.

I just wonder if we can't work on it some

and make it better.

I mean, I know I can change,

I just need to feel like I'm getting

the same effort from you.

Dean, I want to go back.

Don't you think we could give it another shot?

Dean, this isn't funny. Take me back.

- I saw you last night, Whit. - What are you talking about?

He was my best friend.

Couldn't have picked someone else?

Stop it, Dean. I mean it!

( screams )

Dean, wait. Please come back!

Grab the oar, Whitney. I'll pull you in.

Dean!

- ( coughing ) - ( muttering )

You all right?

Just take me back.

Julie, any sign of Jason yet?

No. I'm getting really worried.

Yeah, I talked to Dean and he said the last time

they talked last night, Jason mentioned something about

taking off for a while?

Did Jason mention anything about that to you?

No, but we had a fight.

Patrick, Dean was acting really strange

- by the lake today. - Drew: Yeah.

- Strange how? - Like, scary strange.

He was out on the canoe with Whitney.

I know he knows she can't swim.

He tipped the canoe over anyway.

He looked really odd to me.

All right, I'll keep an eye on him.

- Thanks. - Thanks, Patrick.

Oh, and Julie, don't worry about Jason.

I'm sure he'll show up when we least expect him.

( woman screaming on screen )

Oh, please! Oh, God! Oh, God!

Help me! Let me in! Let me in!

Please, help me! Help me please!

( computer beeps )

Drew: Have you seen my lighter?

Thanks.

Man: "Hi, sweetie.

Nothing to report from this end.

Glad you're having fun. Love, Dad."

I'm gonna go get something to eat.

Do you want anything?

- I'm good, thanks. - Okay.

Very funny.

Now take off your mask and show yourself.

( Whitney screams )

Oh, God!

( woman screaming )

Hey.

Whitney disappeared last night.

So, let me get this straight.

You're now telling me that there's two camp counselors missing.

I'm afraid so.

Well, why didn't you report the other kid missing yesterday?

He had a fight with his girlfriend early last night,

and, well, you know how these 18-year-old teenagers are.

Yeah, walking around this camp's made sure of that.

Sheriff, this may way off,

but could there be anything

to these Trevor Moorehouse stories?

Son, I've been working in and around Placid Pines

for 20 years now

and I've seen a lot of strange things,

but I've never seen one iota of evidence

that Trevor Moorehouse exists.

But the minute anything out of the ordinary happens,

it's "Trevor Moorehouse is back for revenge,"

and "Trevor Moorehouse stole my cat,"

and "Trevor Moorehouse smashed my car."

Take it from me, there is no such person

as Trevor Moorehouse.

Sheriff: So, the last anybody saw of her

she was heading into this room?

Yeah, that's right.

What time was that?

Uh...

about 10:30.

Well, there's no sign of a struggle.

Is there anything missing?

- Not so far as I know. - Hmm.

Anybody at the campsite give the girl any trouble?

A boyfriend? Ex-boyfriend maybe?

Yeah, yeah.

Sheriff: So you don't have any idea

what might have happened to Whitney last night?

Wish I could help you.

Well, if you don't mind me asking, Dean,

where were you at approximately 10:30 last night?

- 10:30? - Mm-hmm.

I was in the mess hall watching a movie.

You have anybody that can vouch for you?

Tobe.

I helped him set up the movie.

Tobe: Yeah, Dean was there.

We set up the VCR and screen

just before we started the movie.

That was at 10:00 sharp.

I know that because I program my watch

to beep on the hour.

So you can account for Dean's whereabouts

from 10:30 until midnight last night.

Well, not exactly.

I can account for his whereabouts at 10 PM,

and then again after 11:43 PM last night.

You see, the VCR we were using was kind of a piece of shit

and-- can I say that to a cop?

Well, anyways, I sat next to it

just in case the film got caught.

Dean was sitting a couple chairs behind me.

The movie was "Sleepover Camp Massacre 14,"

the summer camp slasher movie.

It has a running time of an hour and 43 minutes.

It's relatively long for movies in this genre.

I'm gonna go get something to eat.

Do you want anything?

- I'm good thanks. - Okay.

Tobe: It's at least possible that Dean seeing

Whitney leave her seat could have snuck out

of the other side of the cabin

and followed her into the kitchen.

Given that Whitney had to walk over people

and around the screen,

Dean would have had about 30 seconds on her

to reach the kitchen.

This would have given him just enough time

to get ready for her.

It's about 10:32 now, and Whitney enters the kitchen.

Not seeing anybody, she continues into the pantry.

Seconds later, while Whitney was searching for something to eat,

Dean could have come from behind her in the pantry.

Very funny.

Now take off your mask and show yourself.

At this point, it would be about 10:35,

that's an hour and seven minutes

before the movie ends.

This would have given Dean more than enough time

to brutally murder Whitney...

dispose of the body...

clean up the pantry...

and return to his seat before the tail credits rolled.

But of course, that's just a theory.

Nice! I'm gonna set you down over there.

Dean, I'm gonna have to ask you

to come in to the station with me

for some more questioning.

Listen, Brad, about the other night.

Don't worry about it.

Some people just have your number

and there's nothing you can do about it.

I guess.

Besides, it's nothing compared to the crazy shit

they used to pull up here when my dad was a counselor.

So you're a second generation CPP as well.

Oh, yeah.

It seems like everyone raised in our town

did time at Camp Placid Pines.

- Father or mother? - My father.

I was hearing about these woods

before I could even walk.

I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one

who was fated to work at this place.

- What's going on? - Whitney disappeared last night

and the Sheriff wants to ask Dean some questions.

You don't think he did anything to her, do you?

Julie, I don't know what to think.

There you are.

I was really starting to get worried.

- Oh, hi. - Hi.

I guess I needed to run away for a little while.

Well, what's on your mind?

I don't know, everything.

My mom, Jason, now Whitney.

This summer isn't exactly turning out as I expected.

Well, is there anything I can do to help?

You wouldn't by any chance have one of those

Guam cigarettes on you, would you?

Actually, I brought one with me just in case.

You okay?

My father would kill me if he knew I was doing this.

I won't tell if you won't.

It just doesn't seem fair.

17 years.

I was just getting to know her, you know?

Yeah.

I never got to meet my dad.

He died before I was born.

Jeez, listen to me. I'm sorry.

Don't be. Misery comes in lots of different forms.

It's all miserable.

Do you ever feel cheated?

Well, sometimes I get angry.

I seek out other people to blame

for my father's death.

My therapist calls it transference.

It's where I feel too guilty to blame him,

so I look out for other people to be angry with.

Julie: Your toes are beautiful.

Thanks. It's called mehndi.

It's a form of body painting

I learned while living in India.

I can do yours if you want.

I'd like that.

I'm telling you, I have no idea

what happened to Jason and Whitney.

As I said before, they hooked up by the lake

the night that Jason disappeared.

Took off like he said he was gonna do,

got bored, and came back for Whitney.

Okay, Dean.

I've got three officers out there combing the area

for Jason and Whiney right now.

I've notified the state police of their disappearance,

and if they're out there, we'll find them.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna have to hold you overnight.

Nice going, Jules.

Nelson's come back to even the score.

I'm sorry, I--

Ask Tommy McConnell what really happened

to Nelson that night.

How do you know my dad's name?

Julie: "There's an old man up here named Henry.

Patrick said that you used to run the camp years ago.

Anyway, he knew your name and asked me to ask you

what really happened to Nelson.

Any idea what he was talking about?

I miss you. Love, Jules."

So what do you guys think is going on here anyway?

Simple. I think that Dean got dumped by Whitney,

he couldn't handle it, went psycho on her, end of story.

I've know Dean a long time.

I don't think he's capable of anything like that.

I still think we're overlooking the obvious here.

- And what's that? - Trevor Moorehouse is back for revenge.

Get out of here.

I'm not kidding. I heard this guy was real.

Okay, who's Trevor Moorehouse?

Tobe: The camp boogeyman.

Look, take it for whatever it's worth,

but my older sister swears she knows someone

who's brother's friend disappeared up here

a couple years ago during the summer.

What is this? Six degrees of mutilation?

There's no such person as Trevor Moorehouse.

That's what my sister said she told that guy

a few years ago the night he disappeared.

Where you going?

Set up the archery range for first activity.

I thought one of us should take responsibility for this cabin.

Good thinking. Oh, hey, Brad.

What?

Don't forget to look out for Trevor Moorehouse.

( branch snaps )

Man: "Hi, sweetie. I don't remember anyone named

Nelson being at the camp when I was there.

Henry must have me confused with someone else.

Hope you're having fun. Love, Dad."

Brad!

Brad!

( phone ringing )

Sheriff Wilson.

I see. Uh-huh.

I'll be right down.

Dean.

I'm sorry about the confusion.

Yeah, whatever.

Don't get too used to the idea of having me around.

So, you say that Jason had a beef with Brad Thompson.

Yeah, that's right.

Brad was the last person

Jason competed against in track

before he blew his knee out.

Jesus, some of these kids are taking their sports

way too seriously today.

Don't worry, Patrick. We're gonna catch Jason.

I've got every officer in the state working to make that happen.

Well, that's great. What should we do

about the camp in the meantime?

Well, I don't think you'll have any more trouble.

But just in case, I'll put a man down there

on Vaughn Road across form the archway.

Anything suspicious, you just give a holler.

He'll come running.

- Great. Thanks, Sheriff. - Sure.

What's going on with the police car out front?

Well, the Sheriff thought it might be a good idea

if somebody kept an eye on the camp.

It's just a precaution.

Of course, this is so obvious.

We're at a sleepover camp.

Naturally, the killer had to be Jason.

What's he talking about?

Julie, Brad disappeared earlier today.

The Sheriff thinks Jason might have had

something to do with it.

That's crazy. I don't believe it.

Well, come on, Julie.

We all saw the look in his eyes

when he discovered that Brad was up here

- for the summer. - He was upset!

Jason couldn't possibly do anything to hurt anyone.

Oh, great. I'm a dead man.

The one guy I piss off this summer

had to be a psychotic killer named Jason, no less.

There's got to be some other explanation.

I hope there is, believe me.

But in the meantime, we can't be too careful.

Patrick, can I talk to you alone?

Um, sure.

Tobe, why don't you head back down to the lake

and make sure the canoes are secured?

Tobe: Oh, sure.

You know, this is a great time for me

to be walking through the camp alone.

Why don't you just paste a sign on my back

that says, "Please, kill next."

Go.

Henry said something to me by the showers yesterday.

He said, "Nelson's come back to even the score."

Then he told me to ask my dad what really happened that night.

Do you know what he's talking about?

No.

Henry's sick, Julie.

He doesn't always make complete sense as we know it.

I'll tell you what.

I'll go through the camp archives

- and look for this, uh-- - Nelson.

Right, if that'll make you feel any better.

- Thanks. - I wouldn't get your hopes up, though.

Henry's always saying one thing or another,

and nine times out of ten, it's meaningless.

Drew: "Hi, Julie. I went down to the lake for a swim.

Come and join me. Drew.

( branches snapping )

( branch snaps )

( tires screeching )

Jesus Christ, McConnell. What the hell do you think you're doing?

Nothing, I...

I thought I saw an animal in the woods.

Great, now I gotta deal with a flat.

Are you going somewhere?

As far away from this fucking place as possible.

What do you think is going on up here?

I think somebody's playing a rather elaborate prank on us.

It's like that bloody murder joke

we played on Brad the other night.

My old man told me they used to run that gag every year up here.

Hey, have you seen Henry around?

Not lately, but you could probably catch him up at his house.

Uh, McConnell, I can give you a ride back to the camp

if you don't mind waiting.

No, it's okay. I'll walk.

Hey, the camp's back that way!

Everyone's whacked at this place.

Oh, by the way, I saw your boyfriend

slam tackling my ex-girlfriend by the lake the other night.

Just thought you'd want to know.

( gagging ) Julie!

Julie!

( groaning )

Henry?

Henry, if you're in there, I'd like to speak to you.

Creepy old cottage.

I guess this is the right place.

Julie: "Things are getting a little creepy out here.

Jason took off a few days ago,

and now Whitney and Brad are missing.

I found a picture of you when you were a counselor here.

You're standing right next to a camper

named Nelson Hammond.

Are you sure you don't remember him?

Please call me as soon as you get this message.

Love, Jules."

Drew: There you are.

I missed you down at the lake.

Sorry, I got a little sidetracked.

It's all right. Is this your towel?

- Yeah. - I found it on the path down by the lake.

- Thanks. - Sure.

Sheriff Does Jason have a shoe that matches this print?

Well, yeah, he does, but--

That's it. Jason Hathaway's our boy.

I'll notify his parents and I'll triple our efforts.

It always helps to know who you're looking for.

Thanks, Sheriff.

Patrick, I went by Henry's place

and I found something. See? Right there.

That was my dad 25 years ago, and according to this

that was a camper named Nelson Hammond.

Julie, you gotta start facing the facts here.

You've got a jilted boyfriend out there

with a history of violent behavior

who's trying to make your life very unpleasant.

Look, if you don't feel--

if you don't comfortable staying up here

until this is resolved, I'd understand.

I'll probably go out of my mind if you left,

but I'd understand.

Hi, Dad. It's me again.

Look, there's something I need to talk to you about.

It's kind of important.

Please give me a call tonight when you get home.

I'll be up for a while. Bye.

Julie: Nelson Hammond.

"12-year-old Nelson Hammond taken to hospital

after mysterious accident at Camp Placid Pines.

August 1st, 1974.

12-year-old Nelson Hammond

was rushed to the hospital Saturday

after nearly drowning in Lake Placid Pines.

Counselors report he was playing a game of bloody murder

when the accident occurred."

Have you seen my scissors?

Uh, yeah.

Thanks.

"July 2nd, 1981, Nelson Hammond was committed

to the Carpenter County Medical Institution yesterday

for the murder of his former camp counselor Bill Anderson.

When asked if he were remorseful for the murder,

Henry replied only, 'Have you ever played bloody murder?'

Bill Anderson is survived by his pregnant wife Patricia."

( computer beeping )

( no dial tone )

Where you going?

To check the phone in the office.

The one in our room's not working.

Do you want me to come with you?

No, thanks. I'll be fine.

If the phone starts working and my dad calls,

let him know I'll be right back, okay?

- Sure. - Thanks.

( whispering ) Julie, wait. Julie.

- Hello? - ( pounding on door )

Hello?

Man: Open the door! I'm not gonna hurt you!

Somebody help me!

- Hey, open the door. - Jason?

- Jules, let me explain. - Jason!

- It's not what you think. - No!

Dean threatened to tell you about me and Whitney

by the lake the other night if I didn't leave.

Look, I couldn't risk losing you.

The next thing I know, my picture's everywhere

and the cops are after me.

Julie, you've got to believe me.

Jason, how could you?

I didn't do anything! Look, you gotta help me.

Just open the door and we'll talk.

Open the door, Julie.

Julie, open the door!

You did the right thing, Julie.

Well, that should be the end of trouble

in Camp Placid Pines for a while.

- What time is it? - It's late.

I didn't want to wake you. You seemed really tired.

Hey, did my dad ever call back?

No, I didn't hear from him.

What happened to you last night?

- Jason came back. - Eww. Creepy.

- Yeah. - Well, are you all right?

It's weird, but I think I am.

Well, that's good. I'm glad.

Listen, Tobe and I have to go down and finish setting up

the obstacle course. Do you want to come?

Sure. In a minute.

There's something I need to check first.

All right. Well, take your time.

Man: "Hi, Sweetheart.

I had to leave town suddenly on business yesterday.

I hope you weren't trying to reach me.

I'll be back tomorrow and we can talk.

Take good care of yourself. I miss you.

Love, Dad.

PS, now that you mention it,

I do remember Nelson Hammond. What ever happened to him?"

- Here you go. - Thanks.

- How's it coming? - Good.

We're almost finished.

Do you wanna give it a run?

I'm game.

All right, I just need, like, five minutes

to finish marking the course, okay?

Uh, Julie, I just wanted to let you know

I understand how painful breakups can be

and I'm here if you need someone to talk to...

or perhaps a rebound relationship?

Thanks, Tobe.

You're a good friend.

Friend.

- You think she's ready? - Probably.

Wish me luck.

Just stay within the orange markers.

Okay.

Oh, shit!

Julie, are you all right?

I think so. Ouch.

I don't understand it.

Tobe and I tested that rope together.

It's okay. I'm fine.

- What happened? - The rope broke! Julie fell!

It's okay, really. I'm fine.

Doug, have you seen the tug of war rope around here anywhere?

Yeah, I stashed it in the back office

when we first got up here.

I looked back there and I couldn't find it.

Both: Hmm.

Well, I'll tell you what.

I'll look for the tug of war rope,

you take this stuff to the picnic area.

- Deal. - All right? Cool.

Oh, speaking of lost items,

you haven't seen a pair of black boots laying around have you?

I misplaced them the first day I got up here.

Sorry, I haven't seen them.

( door slams )

- ( thunk ) - ( screaming )

Oh, my-- oh, my God!

No!

Ouch!

I'm sorry. is it any better?

Yeah, a little.

Oh, I almost forgot. I have something for you.

It's just a little something to commemorate our summer together.

It's beautiful. Thanks.

Drew, I wanna tell you, I feel real lucky

to have been partnered with you.

I don't know what I would have done

this past couple of days without you.

Well, I'm lucky, too.

Here we are five days into the summer

and I already have a new best friend.

Here.

So what do you guys think they're gonna do with Jason?

Well, if memory serves me correctly,

they'll probably have to incinerate him

and then bury him in an ancient

Indian burial ground to destroy him.

Sheriff Wilson said they're going to hold him for a while

until Whitney and Brad show up.

Yeah, well, I like my version a lot better.

Do you think he did anything to them?

I don't know.

At first, I wouldn't have thought so,

but now I'm not so sure.

Have you seen Doug today?

Yeah, I saw him about an hour ago.

He was looking for a pair of shoes

he lost up here the first day.

Any of you guys seen 'em?

- Not my style. - Haven't seen 'em.

Uh, me neither.

Hey, I'm gonna go load the paintball guns.

Anyone care to join me in a test duel?

- Pass. - No thanks.

Chicks.

- Hey, Jules, how's your knee? - It's much better.

Good.

Dad?

- Hey! - Hey.

- Aww. - What are you doing here?

Well, I got your messages last night,

and when I didn't hear from you, well--

- Hi. - You must be Julie's dad.

- I've heard a lot about you. - Dad, this is Drew Zemke.

Drew's my partner for the summer.

Well, hi, Drew. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

So, Julie tells me you used to be a counselor up here.

Uh, about 100 years ago.

Well, it couldn't have been that long ago.

Oh, Patrick!

Come meet my dad.

- Hi, I'm Patrick. - I'm Tom.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Um, Julie, have you seen my campers list?

I've looked everywhere.

Well, I have a copy in my cabin.

- Let me get it for you. - Great, thanks.

- Take care. - Nice talking to you.

Duty calls.

Julie, do you want me to get it for you?

I'd better go. It's under a bunch of things.

Hey, why don't you show my dad around?

I'll meet you guys at the lake in 20?

- Are you sure? - Yeah, go ahead.

Kevin Thompson.

Whitney Chambers.

Becky Chambers.

Drew Zemke-- mother Patricia Zemke,

father Bill Anderson?

Drew: Sometimes I get angry.

I seek out other people to blame

for my father's death.

My therapist calls it transference.

Tom: "Hi, sweetie."

Drew: "I don't remember anyone

named Nelson at the camp when I was there."

No.

Julie: It was Drew!

( screaming )

( screams )

What?

Oh, vicious paintball gun loading accident.

Tobe, get to the phone and call the police!

It wasn't Jason! It was Drew!

- It was Drew all along! - What was Drew all along?

- What are you talking about? - Drew murdered them!

Nelson Hammond killed her father

and now she's seeking revenge.

I don't have time to explain.

- Have you seen my dad? - Yeah, I saw him with Drew.

They were heading to the lake.

Who's Nelson Hammond?

Walking around these woods must bring back

- a lot of memories for you. - Yeah, some.

My dad was a counselor at the same time

- you were up here. - Really?

- Uh-huh. - What's your father's name?

- Bill Anderson. - Bill Anderson? Wow.

That's a name I haven't heard in ages.

- How's he doing? - Oh, he died.

Before I was born.

( sirens wailing )

- Any sign of them? - No, sir.

Drew said they were heading down to the lake,

and when I told Julie that, she went after them.

All right, Billy, I want you to go around

the east side of the lake. I'll take the west.

Tobe, I want you and Jason

to gather everybody else in the camp.

As of this moment,

this camp is officially closed for summer.

Let's go.

Tom: That lake hasn't changed one bit.

Drew: I love it here.

Tom: Is this where we're supposed to meet Julie?

Yeah, she should be down here any minute.

The girls are really gonna love her.

She's just that type to have the magic touch.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess she got that from her mother.

Well, from what Julie tells me

she sounded like an amazing woman.

Yeah. Well...

You really should check out the view

from the end of the dock.

It's extraordinary.

Oh, after you.

You looking for somebody?

Oh, hi. I didn't see you.

Where's my dad?

He's waiting for us down by the docks.

That's strange. He was here when I left.

Drew.

What did you do with my father?

Nothing! He was standing right here when I left.

Drew!

- I know. - You know what?

I know your father was Bill Anderson.

- So? - So?

I know what you're doing.

I know how you killed them

and were probably going to kill me.

What are you talking about?

Your father was murdered by Nelson Hammond.

You seek out others to blame for his death.

Transference. I know!

- Julie, turn around. - Where's my dad?

Turn around.

I'm turning around until you tell me

- where my father is. - Look!

( screams )

Get away from him!

( both grunting )

- Jump! - ( grunting )

No. No, please.

Please, please.

( screams )

Patrick! I'm over here!

He's over there by the docks! He's got Drew!

All right, all right, Julie. Let's get you safe first.

Patrick, I'll be fine! You've gotta help Drew!

I'm afraid nothing can help Drew now.

What are you talking about?

I mean she's dead, Julie.

There's nothing I or anybody can do.

How do you know she's dead?

Because I killed her, Julie.

Just like I killed your father. Yeah.

Just like I killed your friends.

And just like I'm gonna kill you.

What?

Oh, yeah. They treated me awful 20 years ago.

And for that, they have to pay!

I've been waiting a long time for this.

Patrick, I don't understand.

"Patrick, I don't understand!"

I'm sorry, you have me confused

with someone named Patrick.

That wouldn't be that Patrick, would it?

Tell me something, Julie.

Have you ever played bloody murder?

You're Nelson Hammond.

Oh, very good.

You kids today, you think your computers

and your telephones, and you email

can keep you safe in the woods?

Well, let this be a lesson to you, Julie.

Email can be intercepted.

And it's not always considered internet worthy news

when they let you out

as it is when they lock you up.

Say bye-bye.

- Run, Julie! - Dad!

Julie: No!

- Dad! - ( groans )

Dad! Dad!

Somebody help me!

( screams )

No!

You're not playing by the rules, McConnell.

You have to yell "bloody murder."

Aww.

Somebody help me! He's right behind me!

It's okay, everybody. The Sheriff arrested Drew by the lake.

Now Julie was hit in the head. She's got a mild concussion.

I need to take her to the hospital.

Jason, do something! He's the killer!

It's okay, Julie. It's over.

Just do what Patrick says.

Get in the car, Julie.

Somebody believe me! He's Nelson Hammond!

Stop right there.

Whoa, look who you're talking to Tobe.

It's me, Patrick.

I mean it. Not one more step.

( chamber clicks )

( gunshot )

( moaning )

Everything's gonna be fine, Dad.

I'll meet you at the hospital,

and then tomorrow we can go home.

If I had known, I would have warned you.

It's okay. I'm a big girl now.

I can take care of myself.

How do you feel?

It's weird, but I think I'm all right.

I mean, I came up here to deal with

some unresolved issues about my father's death.

And in a weird way, I guess you could say I did.

I guess I just didn't expect it to be so literal.

Is it strange to say that I'm happy for you?

Probably.

In that case, I'm happy for you.

Okay.

I'll meet you at the hospital, okay?

Well, I'm out of here, Jules.

Bye.

See you next summer?

- You know... - Ah!

I can kind of understand in a backward way

why you killed Whitney, and Brad, and Dean.

But why Doug? Doug never did a thing to you.

Come on, out.

I didn't kill Doug.

Must have been...

Trevor Moorehouse.

Do you need some help?

- Thanks. - Yeah.

I feel like such a jerk,

trying to serve the day with no bullets like that.

I don't think you're a jerk at all.

Not many guys would take the risk of doing what you did for me.

Yeah, well don't let that influence your decision

as to whether or not to sleep with me.

I'll try not to,

but it's gonna be really hard.

Hope I'm not interrupting anything.

And I'm so glad we can finally put all this behind us

and get back to how things were before.

So, we ready to go?

Uh, yeah.

Take care, Tobe.

No hard feelings, huh, buddy?

Jason, Tobe's coming with me.

What, we're gonna give him a ride to the bus station?

- Hey, that's cool. - No, Tobe's coming with me to the hospital.

I'm gonna give you a ride to the bus station.

What, Jules?

You're gonna run away with Mr. Bulletless here?

Well, don't do me any favors, all right?

Have a nice life together.

Uh, are you gonna be all right?

Definitely. Let's go.

( chainsaw revving )

( Jason screams )

( music playing )