I've started writing Friday the 13th 1990, the fourth and final chapter in my Friday the 13th Reimagined Tetralogy.
The three previous entries in my reimagining were mashups/remakes of the original five F13 movies, but F1390 will be a more ambitious undertaking. I'll still be lifting elements from Parts VI-IX and the '09 reboot, but the plot itself will be much more original.
Here're the scenes I've written:
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FADE IN
On the waters of Crystal Lake on a foggy winter day.
SUPERIMPOSE: "CRYSTAL LAKE — DECEMBER 13, 1650"
EXT. LENAPE VILLAGE — DAY
A band of DUTCH SETTLERS are in the process of razing the village. On horseback, they put the wigwams and central longhouse to the torch, driving the LENAPE out of their homes. Villagers out in the open, the Dutchmen bear down on them with swords and firearms, mowing them down. A number of young Lenape men fight back, but their defense is easily quashed.
EXT. LAKE — SHORE — DAY
The setters march the surviving Lenape across the snow at gunpoint. Hands bound, the captives are mostly the very young and very old, with a select few women of childbearing age.
Reaching a set of boulders overlooking the lake, the Dutchmen separate the children and elderly from their comely trophies and herd them up the rocks. The most feeble are tossed directly in the water, but the ones most capable of swimming back to shore are stabbed or have their throats slit first. Red blood stains white snow.
Before long, every one of the undesirables is slain. All except the VILLAGE MATRIARCH. A woman of late middle age, she has long salt-&-pepper hair worn in a thick braid down her back. She has three white chevrons painted on her forehead and cheeks.
The burly, bearded leader of the Dutchmen, SJAAK BEENHOUWER, unsheathes a sabre, resting the blade on the matriarch's neck.
MATRIARCH
(in Unami, subtitled) Kill me, for I cannot die. Do not waver; it is what I command you to do.
BEENHOUWER
(in Dutch, subtitled) Damn you.
Raising the sword, Beenhouwer hacks off the matriarch's head. Almost as if still possessing life and will, the headless matriarch, neck stump jetting bright red blood, casts herself into the lake. Head and body sink beneath the bloodstained water, joining her people in darkness.
FADE OUT
TITLE: FRIDAY THE 13TH 1990
FADE IN
On ominous black clouds rolling across the heavens over deep shadowed forest.
SUPERIMPOSE: "FOREST GREEN — JULY 7, 1990"
EXT. RURAL ROAD — NIGHT
A mangy wild dog feeds on what once a rabbit in the middle of the road. As a white VW Beetle swerves around the bend, the terrified canine runs for its life into the woods.
INT. CAR — NIGHT — TRAVELLING
We are introduced to ELIZABETH MOTT and DARREN ROBINSON, a likeable couple in their mid-twenties. Lizabeth is a cute lady with long auburn hair; Darren a handsome fella with wavy, sandy hair. She steers while he hums and bops his head to the music playing on the radio.
Through the windshield, they spot three hitchhikers standing by a road sign. JANE MCDOWELL is a beautiful young woman with expressive brown eyes and long, curly brown hair. NICK ROGERS is a tall, strapping, extremely handsome man with dark hair and a square jaw. MICHAEL ROGERS isn't quite as hunky as his surnamesake, but he's no slouch in the looks department, either.
Lizabeth pulls over. Cheering, the trio put their belongings in the trunk then cram themselves in the tight back seat.
JANE
Thank you so much. We've been there for an hour.
LIZABETH
Sure.
Lizabeth gets back on the road.
LIZABETH
So, where're we headed?
NICK
We're going to the Voorhees house.
Darren and Lizabeth exchange glances.
DARREN
Oh, yeah? Plannin' on smoking a little dope, having a little premarital sex, and getting slaughtered?
The passengers are taken aback. An uneasy silence settles inside the vehicle.
DARREN
A joke. It's just a joke. (chuckles) It's called Forest Green levity, y'know.
LIZABETH
So, uh, why are you going to the house?
MICHAEL
We're thinking about smoking some dope, (puts arm around Nick) having a little premarital sex, and, uh, not worry about getting slaughtered.
DARREN
(deadpan) Ah, to be young again.
EXT. DRIVEWAY — NIGHT
The Beetle pulls into the mouth of a long driveway. Long disused, vegetation has sprung up along the path. It leads up to a clearing in the forest, wherein is nestled the Voorhees house, unseen in the darkness.
INT. CAR — NIGHT
LIZABETH
Here's where the house is. They're gonna tear it down soon, but for now it's still standing.
MICHAEL
Excellent.
The three climb out.
NICK
Hey, thanks a lot.
EXT. DRIVEWAY — NIGHT
Jane, Nick, and Michael retrieve their bags from the trunk. Lizabeth and Jane exchange waves, then the VW pulls out, leaving the trio behind.
NICK
Let's do it.
They start up the driveway towards the Voorhees house.
EXT. VOORHEES HOUSE/FRONT YARD — NIGHT
In the overgrown yard, the trio's erected their tent and built a small fire. The decrepit house looms over them, a dark, judgemental sentinel observing them silently.
Nick strips naked while Jane goes topless. Slipping inside the tent, he beckons his lover to join him.
NICK
Come here.
Holding up a finger for Nick to wait, Michael joins Jane by the fire.
MICHAEL
Um ... do you mind if we use the tent for half an hour?
They share a chuckle.
JANE
No, no, no. Actually, take it for the whole night. I'm gonna sleep out here.
MICHAEL
Yeah?
JANE
Yeah, y'know, it's a beautiful night.
MICHAEL
Are you sure?
JANE
Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure. Go. Go. Go. Go, go, go!
Playfully kicking Michael, Jane drives him into the tent with Nick. She unfurls her sleeping bag as the men get frisky.
Stripping down to her panties, Jane climbs inside her sleeping bag. She finds a comfortable position and gets ready for sleep, but the noise of the men get to her.
PROWLER'S P.O.V. — CAMP SITE
Someone watches the campers through a broken downstairs window.
EXT. VOORHEES HOUSE/FRONT YARD — NIGHT
Aroused, Jane slips a hand down her panties. Under the sleeping bag, she starts pleasuring herself to the symphony of gay foreplay.
INT. TENT — NIGHT
In the glow of lanternlight, Michael on top of Nick, the men make-out.
MICHAEL
C'mon, let's do it.
NICK
You think you're ready for Tony the Wonder Llama?
They exchange positions.
EXT. VOORHEES HOUSE/FRONT YARD — NIGHT
As Nick and Michael really get going, so does Jane. Moving her legs under the bag, she closes her eyes, biting her lower lip.
With the sound of footsteps through grass, Jane opens her eyes. Standing over her is a man. He wears a gray M-1965 field jacket over a navy blue sweatshirt; dark brown cargo pants and a 1940s Marines utility belt, complete with machete, Explorer Ram-II survival knife, and three throwing knives; black leather gloves; black platform boots; and finally, the goalie mask he inherited from Matt Letter. Jason Voorhees' successor, TOMMY JARVIS.
Jane starts to scream, but Tommy is quick to close her up in her bag, muffling the sound. As Jane squirms inside the bag, Tommy drags her over to a tree. With enormous strength, he whacks Jane against the trunk — one, two, three, four, five, six times.
Dragging the limp, broken body back to the fire, Tommy deposits it on the flames. As it starts burning, he turns his attention to the tent.
INT. TENT — NIGHT
Face-to-face, Nick thrusts into Michael. The two men are on the brink of climax.
Tommy's machete pierces the tent wall, penetrating Nick.
NICK
AAAHHH!!!
Tearing upward, Tommy cuts Nick in half. Blood spurts like a geyser onto Michael.
MICHAEL
(screaming) Jane! Help!
EXT. VOORHEES HOUSE/FRONT YARD — NIGHT
With the wet sound of sharp steel chopping into flesh, Michael dies off-screen.
Picking an article of clothing up from the ground, Tommy cleans the blood off his machete before resheathing it.
EXT. ROADSIDE — NIGHT
Beside the VW, Lizabeth stands over Darren, shining a flashlight down as he replaces the flat rear right tire with the spare.
As Darren tightens the bolts with the tire iron, a hunter green '65 Ford F-100 pulls up to them. Headlights burning, the driver steps out.
DARREN
(raises hand) Thanks. Almost through.
LIZABETH
(concerned) Darren, we better go.
DARREN
Why?
LIZABETH
Because I've seen enough horror movies to know any weirdo wearing a mask is never friendly.
Darren looks closer at the Ford owner. It's Tommy, goalie mask and all. Reaching inside the Beetle, Darren opens the glove compartment; he pulls out a .22 revolver.
LIZABETH
(shocked) Where'd you get that‽
DARREN
Don't worry about it. Just stay cool.
Darren aims the gun at Tommy.
DARREN
Alright, scumbag. Get back in your truck and out of here. Now.
Tommy starts towards them. Darren opens fire. Shrugging off the bullet, Tommy grabs the tire iron. Swinging it, he shatters Darren's jaw.
LIZABETH
AAAHHH!!!
As Darren collapses, blood running from his ruined face, Lizabeth turns and starts running as fast as her feet can carry her up the road. Tommy throws the tire iron like a shuriken. Spinning through the air, it strikes the back of Lizabeth's head with enough force to kill her instantly.
Tommy looks down at Darren, who's on his stomach crying. Raising his foot, Tommy brings it down on Darren's head, crushing it like a ripe melon.
