THE VOORHEES FACTOR ROLL TITLES OVER EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - THE EMBARCADERO - MORNING AERIAL SHOT: It's six o'clock in the A.M., and a few joggers and skaters dot the promenade of the former wharf district on the bay. Once a bulkhead constructed to bring the shipping industry to San Francisco, the Embarcadero is now a tree lined tourist destination with a few forgotten, rotting docks being eroded by the tide. Red-eye business travelers roll into hotel parking lots while shopkeepers sweep their sidewalks. Seagulls perch on rails and observe their awakening world. They do not know that soon, it will be gone. The year is 2012. CRANE DOWN to Pier 36, which supports a massive old warehouse, one of the few remnants of the Embarcadero's legacy. Two men are sitting on a bench near the pier, dressed in dock workers' rags and sipping coffee from Styrofoam. CUMMINS Are you sure this is leaded? MYERS I've barely got the strength to sit on my ass, why would I bring decaf? CUMMINS I'm just tired is all. MYERS We're all tired. He touches two fingers to his ear, listening intently. MYERS Copy that. (to Cummins) They're on Market Street. It'll be a few minutes. CUT TO: EXT. MARKET STREET - MORNING A large tanker truck is moving quietly down the street toward the Embarcadero. On a store rooftop, an FBI agent in full gear lowers his binoculars and ducks out of view. CUT TO: EXT. THE EMBARCADERO The truck turns right onto the Embarcadero and rumbles forward. They're still a fair distance from Pier 36 - the even-numbered piers begin south of Market. CUT TO: EXT. PIER 36 WAREHOUSE Myers nudges Cummins and they walk away from the bench. The tanker appears in the B.G. INT. CAFE - CONTINUOUS A European wearing business-casual attire watches as the faux dock workers enter the quiet restaurant. They sit down across from him. MYERS They're here. ROUSSEAU (speaks with slight French accent) We're prepared to move as soon as we see the cargo. MYERS What makes you think they're going to take it out of the box? ROUSSEAU I know Quayton. He always triple checks his inventory. He's very anal. MYERS I know Quayton too, and what he is isn't anal, it's jumpy. If he feels any heat, your guys could be in serious trouble. ROUSSEAU We're fine. CUT TO: INT. WAREHOUSE Groaning shipping doors rise to admit the tanker into the warehouse. Despite its size, it's relatively empty. There are only a handful of dock workers on hand to receive the truck. It rumbles to a stop. The driver and QUAYTON get out. Quayton is a pony-tailed, thin-faced American whose hands won't stop moving. He motions to his men. QUAYTON Open it up. He steps away from them and pulls out a cell phone. One of Quayton's crewmen unscrews a hose coupling on the rear of the tanker. Underneath is a numeric keypad. He punches in a code, and instantly, icy fog issues from the tanker as a seal is released. It's not a tanker at all, not in the traditional sense - the entire rear opens like a hatch, and the cargo within is hidden in more dense fog. CUT TO: EXT. WAREHOUSE Across the street, FBI agents are cropping up on nearly every rooftop. Fishermen begin converging on the warehouse. CUT TO: INT. WAREHOUSE A huge cylindrical container is brought out of the tanker, then another. Quayton mutters into his phone as he watches them stack up. A dock worker eyes the cylinders. He's obviously not one of Quayton's regular guys. He grows more antsy as Quayton closes the phone and walks over to the cargo. CREWMAN You want to take a look? Quayton purses his lips. QUAYTON ...I think not. Let's get them into the cannisters right now. The nervous worker touches a hidden earpiece and awaits further orders. CUT TO: INT. CAFE Myers and Cummins stare anxiously at Rousseau as he watches a laptop computer. We see over his shoulder that he has a split-screen with four views of the warehouse's interior: four men on the inside. ROUSSEAU He's not checking the shipment. MYERS We move in now. ROUSSEAU Not yet! We need documentation before you start kicking down doors! MYERS I'm not going to wait for this cargo - and Quayton - to disappear! He stands up and pulls a radio from his jacket. MYERS (into radio) Let's roll! CUT TO: INT. WAREHOUSE Feds are charging toward the open doors of the warehouse. Quayton raises an eyebrow. Behind him, four dock workers whip out handguns. DOCK WORKER Interpol! Don't move! Quayton's men look around in shock. Their leader reaches into his coat. DOCK WORKER Don't do it!! Quayton unexpectedly whips out a butterfly knife and swipes it across an Interpol agent's throat. He leaps aside as his men unleash gunfire in all directions, sending the remaining Interpol agents to their maker and causing the FBI to dive for cover outside. Quayton rolls under the truck. He's not just looking for shelter; a panel flips open and he begins punching buttons. EXT. WAREHOUSE Myers, Cummins and Rousseau burst out of the cafe. The Feds are taking up positions alongside the warehouse doors. Myers barks into his radio. MYERS Move in! Move in! INT. WAREHOUSE A swarm of agents enters. Quayton's men crouch behind the truck and a few old crates; one of them starts up a ladder. The old building is lit up by gunfire. Beneath the truck, Quayton is busy at work when he notices two feet edging past him. Not his man. He lurches out and severs the Achilles tendon. Rousseau drops onto his back. They see each other. Both show recognition. They roll in opposite directions, Quayton getting to his feet and pulling a gun. ROUSSEAU (O.C.) It's over, Quayton! QUAYTON You're right ! He flees. Rousseau knows his adversary too well. He crawls under the truck and sees an LED timer. 00:01:56 Agent Cummins puts two rounds in an enemy's chest and hugs the wall as bullets streak through the air around him. Something punches through his shoulder. He hits the floor and groans. Looks up. The man who climbed the ladder is on a narrow catwalk. He takes slow, deliberate aim. MYERS Cummins!! Myers sees his friend's face swallowed in a red mist and looks to the sniper. The bastard's already drawn a bead on him. Myers ducks in the nick of time. 00:01:18 A Quayton subordinate grabs a handle atop one of the cylinders and makes a break for the doors. He only manages to pull the lid right off of the cylinder. It spills over, dumping a steaming, black mass onto the floor. Quayton kicks open a side door. He turns back and see what has happened. QUAYTON NOOOOOOO!! The crewman stares at the mass, transfixed. It's a heart. It's Jason Voorhees's malformed, black, bloody heart. And it beats. The crewman sits up. Quayton's bullet tears through one temple and out the other, spraying those nearby with gray matter. QUAYTON GET AWAY FROM IT!!! 00:00:59 Rousseau struggles over which button, if any, to push. Myers suddenly drops into view. MYERS What are you doing?? ROUSSEAU It's a bomb! 00:00:50 MYERS Forget it! He scrambles away. Rousseau throws out a hand. ROUSSEAU Wait!! Myers ducks back down. MYERS WHAT?! Rousseau points to his ankle, lying in a pool of blood. Myers grabs his arm and drags him out from under the truck. Pulling Rousseau to his chest, he backs out of the warehouse. MYERS Fall back!! He blows away one of the crewmen. That's when he remembers to look back up, and sees that the sniper has waited for him. Myers aims, pulls the trigger and hears a hollow click. Blood blossoms from the sniper's chest anyway, and he falls onto the tanker with a thud. Rousseau lowers his gun. They make it to safety. Safety from the gunfire, at least... 00:00:24 EXT. WAREHOUSE The agents are pounding the asphalt as they make their retreat, Myers's cries of "There's a bomb!" echoing through the air. Another agent gets Rousseau's legs and they make it back into the cafe. On the other side of the warehouse, Quayton races down the pier. INT. WAREHOUSE A mortally-wounded FBI agent stirs and spies the pulsating heart. He begins to crawl toward it. His hands close around the bulbous, rubbery thing, and the pace of its heartbeat quickens. He opens his mouth. 00:00:00 EXT. WAREHOUSE Quayton leaps into the bay. INT. CAFE Myers, Rousseau and the other agent are briefly blinded. The windows blow in, but the glass is gone before it can strike them; instead they are hit by a shock wave that slams them against the wall like rag dolls. EXT. WAREHOUSE The pier erupts into the sky. Shards of wood and steel are vaporized. It's as if the warehouse has simply ceased to exist, replaced by a mountain of fire that scorches the storefronts across the street and sends rollerbladers hurtling in the opposite direction. Even the tide recoils from the explosion, resulting in a sort of backwards wave that crashes in on itself. Quayton doesn't surface. INT. CAFE Rousseau and Myers are alive. The Interpol agent crawls to the overturned table where his laptop rested. Covered in ash and debris, the computer seems intact. He opens it and sees scratchy video footage of the Voorhees heart, caught from the POV of a dead agent just before the explosion. ROUSSEAU Remercier dieu. FADE TO: INT. WHITE HOUSE - OVAL OFFICE President DANIEL EARHART is an imposing Democrat, a dark haired, smooth-skinned poster boy for tomorrow's young, idealistic peacekeepers. From his seat behind the Presidential desk, he faces the rest of the group: Homeland Security Director BRENDA LOACH, and DHS's Paranormal Countertactics Division Chief LYLE HATCHER; Secret Service Director SEAN WEYLAND; FBI Assistant Director GREG JEFFERS; and Advisor to the President on Middle Eastern Terrorism, DR. OMAR SAHIB. The President is flanked by his National Security Advisor and Secretary of Defense, but they allow him to speak for himself. It doesn't look like they have a choice. PRESIDENT EARHART Where does the body count stand? BRENDA LOACH We believed it's stopped at 87, Mr. President. PRESIDENT EARHART How many were ours? BRENDA LOACH We suspect there were seven enemy casualties, twenty-three Bureau agents, four Interpol and 53 civilians. PRESIDENT EARHART What sort of bomb was this? A.D. JEFFERS At best guess, it's a modified BLU 118/B - a "bunker buster". The nature of the explosion suggests a thermobaric payload. PRESIDENT EARHART What does that mean? A.D. JEFFERS Bunker busters are designed to incinerate chemical and biological agents. In other words, if you blow up an anthrax lab, you don't want to send billions of spores into the wind. The bunker buster ensures that it doesn't happen. PRESIDENT EARHART Was it one of ours? No one wants to field that one. But Earhart is still looking at Jeffers. A.D. JEFFERS Most likely, Mr. President. PRESIDENT EARHART Where would black-market smugglers get their hands on one? BRENDA LOACH They had to have had support from an organization with ties to the U.S. PRESIDENT EARHART They couldn't just steal one? BRENDA LOACH They didn't just detonate it, Mr. President, they modified it first. They must have had help. Secret Service's Weyland raises his hand. WEYLAND Let me see if I've got this right. Human organ traffickers acquire a cutting-edge explosive from some traitor within our government, and then explode it when they get caught with some hearts? LYLE HATCHER The hearts are where I come in. Everyone turns to Hatcher with a less-than-enthusiastic expression. BRENDA LOACH Lyle is my chief of Paranormal Countertactics, Mr. President. We'd like to show you something. Earhart nods. Hatcher rises and slips a DVD-R into a media center against the far wall. LYLE HATCHER This is footage from one of the Interpol agents who lost their lives in San Francisco. We see the heart lying on the floor behind the tanker truck. One of the smugglers is inching toward it when another smuggler shoots him in the head. Hatcher pauses the recording. LYLE HATCHER The shooter is Miles Quayton, their leader. A.D. JEFFERS Why did he shoot his own man? LYLE HATCHER I'll explain in a moment. The footage cuts to just a few seconds before the explosion, when an FBI agent crawls toward the heart. PRESIDENT EARHART Do I see that heart beating? Hatcher nods grimly. On the video, the agent grabs the heart and lifts it to his lips. A.D. Jeffers looks away. The image is replaced by static. Hatcher pops the disc out and hands a folder to each person in the room. LYLE HATCHER Mr. President, what you saw was a heart cloned from the DNA of a man named Jason Voorhees. Voorhees was responsible for approximately 270 deaths between 1979 and 2010. (beat) In 2008, he was captured by a Special Ops team in Crystal Lake, Connecticut. The leader of the team was Colonel Robert Underwood. The President turns a page in his folder and sees the stern face of the colonel. LYLE HATCHER (CONT'D) Underwood's orders were to deliver Voorhees into the custody of a research team for the purpose of studying Voorhees's regenerative capabilities. He made the delivery - but before doing it, Underwood secretly extracted blood, tissue and semen samples. PRESIDENT EARHART Mr. Hatcher, I was President in 2008. Why wasn't I informed of this? LYLE HATCHER You'd have to ask Central Intelligence about that, sir. They declined to attend this meeting. (beat) Using remains that were on ice in the Youngstown federal morgue, Underwood grew new organs inside a new body - he made his own Jason Voorhees. The folder now shows a black-and-white photo of Jason lying on a surgery table, limbs stitched together with wire, held under heavy restraint. LYLE HATCHER (CONT'D) These fully-grown Jasons are not a threat. The one you're looking at was destroyed and the other is in cryogenic suspension. The real threats are the extra hearts that Underwood grew. BRENDA LOACH How many? LYLE HATCHER We don't know. Underwood and his team died shortly after beginning their secret research, and we didn't find any hearts. But as you saw from the video, they exist. WEYLAND So Lyle, where does "the paranormal" come into this? Sounds like bad science to me. LYLE HATCHER The paranormal is what you saw on that video. Those two men, both being drawn to a beating heart. Both about to devour it. Weyland scoffs. Dr. Omar Sahib leans in with interest. LYLE HATCHER Jason Voorhees is more than a genetic fluke. His essence exists in every strand of DNA, every drop of blood - and those hearts serve as a spiritual vessel, allowing cellular takeover of a host body. WEYLAND English. LYLE HATCHER Possession. WEYLAND Oh my God! LYLE HATCHER That's what happened to Underwood's team. We have documentation! A.D. JEFFERS Calm down! PRESIDENT EARHART Mr. Hatcher! LYLE HATCHER Yes Mr. President. PRESIDENT EARHART Why did Colonel Underwood clone all of these hearts? LYLE HATCHER He believed there was a military application in the war against terrorism. Drop one of those hearts into a terrorist camp, and your work is done. BRENDA LOACH The only problem is, you've left another country with another unstoppable killer. LYLE HATCHER Yes, but Underwood didn't care about that. Dr. Sahib interjects in a gentle British accent, commanding the room's attention. DR. OMAR SAHIB So now, these hearts have fallen into other hands. Someone with military ties who intends to continue the Colonel's work. LYLE HATCHER Precisely. Quayton was transporting the hearts for someone else - and that someone provided the bunker buster in case things went south. It's a lot to take in. President Earhart sits back and browses through the folder. All eyes are on him. PRESIDENT EARHART Whoever this "someone" is...they might have more hearts. LYLE HATCHER I'd count on it. PRESIDENT EARHART Tell me you have a lead. Lyle sits down and Brenda Loach takes his place. BRENDA LOACH We now know that Robert Underwood was part of a clandestine organization called Black Group. We believe that it's made up of high ranking military officials and intelligence officers. The Secretary of Defense narrows his eyes. Loach ignores him. BRENDA LOACH (CONT'D) We've been investigating them for years, but we've never been able to get more than a broken transmission here, a half-burnt memo there. SECRETARY OF DEFENSE So they might not even exist. BRENDA LOACH Well, Mr. Secretary, with all due respect, someone blew up that warehouse and killed 87 people. PRESIDENT EARHART All right. What's your recommendation for dealing with this Black Group? BRENDA LOACH We've hand-picked a team of operatives who are qualified to trace that San Francisco shipment and deal with whatever's at the other end. She turns to Weyland. BRENDA LOACH We'd like to retain two Secret Service agents for the detail. WEYLAND You want two of my boys? Brenda, the Secret Service's role is to protect government, not scour it for modern-day Frankensteins! PRESIDENT EARHART Sean, I'd like you to cooperate with Homeland Security on this investigation. Weyland falls silent. DR. OMAR SAHIB If Black Group's intention is to end terrorism through genocide, then they will only create more hatred and malice towards this nation. Please keep me informed, Director Loach. She nods. PRESIDENT EARHART Doctor Sahib, I'd like to speak with you for a moment. The rest of you are dismissed. CUT TO: EXT. CRYSTAL LAKE FOREST - DAY The lake is truly a picturesque scene, framed by green mountains under a clear blue sky, but a scene devoid of human development - it seems that the denizens of the surrounding areas have finally learned their lesson, and nature has taken back the camp. A helicopter rises over the canopy of trees, sweeping across the lake. CUT TO: INT. HELICOPTER - CONTINUOUS Beside the pilot sits a thirtysomething man with salt-and pepper hair, cropped short and streaked blond. Opening his crisp leather jacket, BRYCE SCHAEFER brushes a bit of lint from his shirt and unbuckles himself, hobbling into the back. Two men in suits are seated in the rear. These are the Secret Service agents - JOHN CHRISTMAS is a muscular hulk of a man with a cynical smirk. His dark-skinned companion, MARIO RODRIGUEZ, has a leaner figure and analytical eyes. They compliment each other well. SCHAEFER (shouting over rotors) Okay fellas! We'll be landing in a few minutes! You just look tough and let me do the talking! Okay? He holds out a thumbs-up. They give him stone-faced stares. SCHAEFER Okay! CUT TO: EXT. CABIN - DAY On the crest of a tree-covered hill sits a gorgeous two-story log cabin. There's barely enough room for the whirlybird to touch down. The front door swings open. TRACK a pair of cowboy boots as they clomp down the steps and across the lawn. Schaefer slides open the door and steps out with the agents. He extends a hand. SCHAEFER Duke! CREIGHTON DUKE - outfitted in his trademark vest and hat, smooth-skinned, slender and looking damn good for his age - gives Schaefer a threatening smile. He doesn't return the handshake. DUKE Didn't I tell you what would happen if I ever saw you again? SCHAEFER That's why I brought along my friends! He motions to Christmas and Rodriguez. Duke just grins. He looks like he's up for a fight. DUKE What the hell do you want? SCHAEFER Remember that little debt you owe the Agency? DUKE I already paid it back. SCHAEFER Well...why don't we go inside? He motions to the roaring chopper and shrugs. CUT TO: INT. CABIN - KITCHEN Sunlight pours into the room. Creighton pours himself a cup of coffee. As he turns, Schaefer begins to reach for it but the Duke tilts it to his own lips. Burn. He sits at the table with the rest of them. DUKE Now what's this silly nonsense about me owing you something, Schaefer? SCHAEFER You've done a lot for us over the years, don't get me wrong. But, I mean, think about it - the Agency put you back together after your little run-in with Jason, and you gave us a bunch of mumbo-jumbo about magic and curses. DUKE Where's the Schaefer that I know? Hmm? Giving the Secret Service agents a look, he leans across the table. DUKE (CONT'D) I don't like playing this game with you. I don't like pretending that we're old friends. And he means it. Schaefer swallows. His expression changes from one of politeness to cold indifference. SCHAEFER There are cloned Voorhees hearts. We don't know where. DUKE Bullshit. SCHAEFER Why else would I come up here? Perhaps you think that, as much as I hate you, I still respect what you do. Well, THAT'S bullshit. I think you're a fucking maniac. I don't want you on my team. But they sent me up here because they think you're the best. Because there ARE hearts. Duke leans back and thinks about it. DUKE What do I get in exchange for cleaning up this mess? SCHAEFER You get to keep that spine we bought you. Duke rises, wipes his hands on a cloth and puts on his hat. DUKE You ought to see if they'll buy you one. He walks out. CUT TO: EXT. CABIN - DAY Duke is now seated on the porch, smoking a cigar. Christmas walks out and leans on the railing across from him. DUKE He sent you? CHRISTMAS No. The Duke nods and takes another puff. CHRISTMAS We're not Schaefer's bodyguards. He's on loan from the CIA. We're all part of the team. Your team. (beat) I was in Special Ops before I joined Secret Service. I served under Colonel Robert Underwood. Duke draws the cigar from his mouth. DUKE You the one that got out? CHRISTMAS I'm the one that got out. DUKE So you've seen Jason with your own eyes. CHRISTMAS Yes. DUKE And you know that asshole sitting in there is gonna get you killed. CHRISTMAS Like I said, it's your team. Only you can get me killed. Duke laughs and tosses the cigar into the trees. DUKE I did a stint in the Army back in the Seventies. Wasn't my thing. (stands up) Let me make one thing clear: if it'll stop Jason, I'll kill you myself. He goes back inside. Christmas isn't fazed. CUT TO: EXT. CABIN - LATER The chopper lifts up and away from the empty house. CUT TO: INT. HELICOPTER Duke flips through a case file and throws it back to Mario Rodriguez. MARIO It wouldn't hurt to actually read the file, Mr. Duke. DUKE Why do you think I'm here, boy? To put a stop to this "Black Group"? To get your President re-elected? CHRISTMAS You're here in case we have to deal with Jason himself. DUKE Just like you. Mario stares at the floor. Schaefer taps Christmas's knee and motions for him to say something. CHRISTMAS Well, Colonel Underwood was right about one thing when it came to Voorhees. Jason's biology can't be overcome - but his psychology might prove to be his weakness. DUKE What do you wanna do, Christmas, give him a hug? I already tried that. SCHAEFER We're heading to meet someone and see if we can't get a peek inside Jason's head. DUKE "My team", huh? CUT TO: EXT. SPRINGWOOD - DAY The helicopter soars over the thriving city, settling on the rooftop of Westin Hills hospital. The sanitarium is now a bustling medical center. CUT TO: INT. WESTIN HILLS - ADMINISTRATOR'S OFFICE The team sits before a desk. Two hands fold on its surface, and we hear a long sigh. NEIL GORDON This hasn't been an easy week for me. SCHAEFER We understand, Doctor. NEIL GORDON What you've asked me to do goes against everything I believe as a physician, and a psychologist, and a human being. Schaefer nods emphatically like a used car salesman. NEIL GORDON (CONT'D) I want your assurance that when this is over, we will bury this issue. And I will never hear from you again. SCHAEFER Absolutely. Gordon stands up. NEIL GORDON All right. Let's go see him. CUT TO: INT. SLEEP LAB With the help of a nurse, Dr. Gordon sets up an IV stand next to a bed. NEIL GORDON Are any of you unfamiliar with Fred Krueger? Duke and Mario raise their hands. NEIL GORDON (CONT'D) He was a child murderer here in Springwood, torched by a mob of angry parents in the Seventies when he got off on a technicality. Long story short, he began appearing in the nightmares of Springwood's youth, systematically slaughtering them as they slept. (beat) We managed to suppress Krueger by erasing all evidence of his existence and administering a dream suppressant called Hypnocil to the children. But, about ten years ago, he did make a brief comeback - with the help of Jason Voorhees. He sets up another IV by a second bed. NEIL GORDON (CONT'D) According to witnesses, Jason killed Krueger in Crystal Lake. Of course, we know that killing Freddy is only a temporary solution. SCHAEFER So he's still out there. NEIL GORDON Somewhere...and for the record, I'm not at all comfortable with summoning him back. And if it doesn't go the way you want it to, I will pull the plug. SCHAEFER Got it. NEIL GORDON Witnesses told us that Freddy had gotten inside Jason's head - and nearly did away with him in the process. I hope you get what you're after, gentlemen. (beat) Now, who's going in? Duke steps back. DUKE I ain't messing with this shit. SCHAEFER Creighton- - NEIL GORDON The two who are most familiar with Krueger should do it. CHRISTMAS Then shoot me up, Doc. He sits down on a bed and rolls his sleeve up. SCHAEFER I guess I ought to talk to this guy. Schaefer takes the other bed. NEIL GORDON What I'll be doing is injecting you with a tranquilizer spiked with Trauminol. Trauminol is an unlicensed drug that stimulates production of acetylcholine and other chemicals during REM sleep. SCHAEFER A dream stimulant? NEIL GORDON Exactly. CHRISTMAS How do you know it works? NEIL GORDON I've used it before. Like most psychoactive drugs, we don't know how it works - just that it does. (beat) If things start to look bad, I'm going to inject you with a Hypnocil adrenaline cocktail. That should break the bond with Krueger. CHRISTMAS Let's do it. The nurse puts the IV in his arm, and he lies back, closing his eyes. CHRISTMAS How long is this gonna... He's out. Schaefer doesn't appear as willing. He flinches when the needle goes in. SCHAEFER At the first sign of trouble, Doctor. Gordon nods reassuringly, even as he's backing away from the bed. Schaefer begins to go under. He fights to keep his eyes open... FADE TO: INT. BOILER ROOM Christmas steps through a cloud of red-tinged steam and scans the cavernous labyrinth of pipeworks. It looks as if the boiler room has fallen into decay - sections of flooring are missing, water pours from unfinished pipes. CHRISTMAS Schaefer? A metallic clatter as Schaefer falls down a flight of stairs. He lands on the platform with Christmas. SCHAEFER Ow. CHRISTMAS Look at this place. Gordon said that Krueger would be weak. SCHAEFER Hey, maybe he's not home. Christmas grabs a length of pipe and bangs it against the wall. CHRISTMAS Fred Krueger! SCHAEFER Shhh!! CHRISTMAS It's only a dream, buddy. Somewhere in the depths of the boiler room...claws shriek over steel. Christmas reflexively goes for his sidearm. He's not packing one. A squealing sound is coming toward them. It sounds like a rusty wheel. The stream grows thicker. A wheelchair parts the clouds - and in it sits a decrepit FREDDY KRUEGER, his sweater in tatters, hat missing, burns looking more raw and painful than ever before. Even one of his trademark claws is broken off. He stares at them through bloodshot eyes. CHRISTMAS We want to talk to you. Freddy doesn't respond; his head only lolls to the side. He's an invalid. CHRISTMAS Krueger? He leans over Freddy and touches his shoulder. CHRISTMAS This is about Jason Voorhees. FREDDY No... His dead eyes widen. Christmas turns to Schaefer and shakes his head. FREDDY No... His missing claw GROWS BACK. FREDDY ...it's about ME! Planting both feet against Christmas's stomach, he sends the agent flying back into the steam. Freddy leaps out of the chair and produces his fedora, perching it atop his head. SCHAEFER On my god. FREDDY Scared, Bryce? SCHAEFER H-how do you know my name? FREDDY What are ya, retarded?! He socks Schaefer with his glove. Christmas is suddenly back, throwing a kick into Krueger's face and backhanding him into the wheelchair. Freddy growls, and his claws double in length. CHRISTMAS Krueger...we're the only ones that know about you. If you kill us... The dream stalker snarls, but only for a moment. FREDDY Then who sent ya? CHRISTMAS Neil Gordon. Freddy sags in the chair. SCHAEFER We want to make a deal. FREDDY I don't make deals. CHRISTMAS We're from the United States government. FREDDY Am I under arrest? He folds his hands and cackles. CHRISTMAS No. This is about your freedom, Krueger. Freddy motions reluctantly and turns the chair around. They follow him into the steam, right through it to FREDDY'S "OFFICE" Resembling the actual boiler room where the Springwood Slasher dispatched his young victims. Shelves are lined with prototype gloves and empty liquor bottles; large cogs and nails are scattered about the floor. Freddy's scrapbook of his crimes rests on a work bench. Rolling behind a desk, the killer props his elbow on it. FREDDY I'm listening. SCHAEFER We want to know everything you know about Jason Voorhees. FREDDY And then...? SCHAEFER There's a military prison in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba where members of the al-Fouad terrorist organization are being held. Freddy nods along, as if he gives a shit. SCHAEFER (CONT'D) There are 400 inmates there. We would be willing to introduce you into the population. (beat) Your name would spread quickly inside the prison. Hundreds of young dreamers, all broken, all afraid... Krueger sits up and clicks his claws. SCHAEFER (CONT'D) No one cares what happens to these people. They barely exist in the public eye. Freddy's liking the sound of this. But it's too good to be true. FREDDY Prison chow, huh? (beat) How do I know you'll keep up your end of the bargain? CHRISTMAS If we don't, you can always come after us. FREDDY That right? Freddy opens a drawer and tosses a Hypnocil bottle across the desk. He knows they're protected. FREDDY Don't fuck with me! SCHAEFER All right, look. What can we do to earn your trust? FREDDY Here's the deal. I'll give you everything I've got on Voorhees. But I get to hitch a ride. Christmas and Schaefer frown at each other. FREDDY I'm gonna stow away in your head until I make it to that prison. He's pointing a long claw at Schaefer. SCHAEFER Wait, wait, wait a minute. No one said anything about getting into our heads. FREDDY I'm already there. SCHAEFER Could you excuse us for a moment? He tugs Christmas away from the desk and whispers frantically. SCHAEFER This fucker's got his own agenda. We can't trust him! CHRISTMAS I never did! And I don't like this shit about Guantanamo either. It's your deal, Schaefer. The CIA operative chews on his lip for a moment, then turns back to Freddy. SCHAEFER Thank you for your time, Mr. Krueger, but- - Freddy surges to his feet and, with all the strength in his gnarled limbs, overturns the desk. FREDDY YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!!! SCHAEFER Gordon!! Freddy kicks the wheelchair into the wall. It shatters like a child's toy. FREDDY Nobody screws me! SCHAEFER Let's go, Gordon!! Schaefer races across the room - and comes face-to-face with Krueger. FREDDY I didn't get to shake your hand. He stabs all four claws through Schaefer's palm. CUT TO: INT. SLEEP LAB The sleeping Schaefer's hand shoots straight up as a cluster of holes appears in it. Neil nods to the nurse, who injects Christmas with Hypnocil. His eyes open almost immediately. She turns to Schaefer. He's already awake. SCHAEFER I'm okay. Pain brought me out of it. The nurse hurries to bandage him. NEIL GORDON Did you get anything? CHRISTMAS No. NEIL GORDON I'm sorry. But I didn't expect any different. He's been alone for a long time - and angry. The doctor hands them each a bottle of Hypnocil. NEIL GORDON One daily. CHRISTMAS For how long? Gordon's face answers his question. SCHAEFER The Agency will keep our prescriptions filled, Doctor. NEIL GORDON I hope so. You're both lucky to be alive. DUKE Is the séance over with? SCHAEFER Yeah, let's go. Neil watches them leave with an anxious expression. He cracks open his own pill bottle. CUT TO: INT. CORRIDOR As they exit, Schaefer, in the rear, stares uneasily at the Hypnocil in his bandaged hand. FADE OUT. FADE IN: INT. HELICOPTER Over the whir of the rotors, Mario turns up a news report in his headphones. RADIO (V.O.) Middle Eastern terrorist outfits continue to deny any involvement in Monday's San Francisco bombing. Although the Earhart administration has yet to name any suspects in the attack, al-Fouad - who remain the prime adversary in America's war on terror - have yet to issue a statement. MARIO The bombing is only feeding Black's agenda. SCHAEFER I'm getting a message from Washington. He reads from a Palm Pilot in his hands. SCHAEFER "San Fran shipment originated in Arlington. LifeGroup Medical. Advise recon." (turning to others) LifeGroup is a private corporation at the forefront of stem-cell research. The hearts came from their Virginia lab. CHRISTMAS Washington wants us to set up surveillance? DUKE No dice. SCHAEFER Excuse me? DUKE I didn't come along for sightseeing, Schaefer. You want Jason taken out, let's take him out. SCHAEFER We don't need another San Francisco on our hands. Duke leans forward with that menacing smile of his. DUKE Take me to Jason. CUT TO: EXT. LIFEGROUP MEDICAL BUILDING - EVENING Outside of the corporate complex, the teammates crouch in some bushes. Mario and Christmas are painting their faces black to match their combat uniforms. SCHAEFER If LifeGroup is a front for Black, there's going to be heavy security. Duke, this isn't a bounty. These guys are trained killers. DUKE Jason Voorhees is a born killer. SCHAEFER Just stick with Christmas and Rodriguez. Radio silence. MARIO We can get in through the sewage access. DUKE I've got a better idea. SCHAEFER Jesus Christ. CUT TO: EXT. LIFEGROUP MEDICAL BUILDING - NIGHT The sun has dipped below the trees. In the rear of the building, a tall wire fence surrounds the shipping & receiving area. An armed guard stubs out his cigarette and rests his hand on his weapon. Duke approaches the fence and tilts his hat to the guard. DUKE Mind letting me in? GUARD Actually, yeah I do. Duke goes right on smiling. The guard stands inches from him. GUARD This is private property, cowboy. He rests his hand on the fence and smirks. Duke grabs it with a snapping of finger bones. Before the slightest scream can escape the guard's throat, his eyebrow is split in half by a silenced bullet. He sags against the fence. Duke holds him there whilst plucking the keyring from his belt. He releases the padlock securing the gate's chains, and swings it open. Mario and Christmas emerge from the shadows a few yards away. CUT TO: INT. LIFEGROUP MEDICAL BUILDING - CORRIDOR The Secret Service agents brandish their semi-automatics and motion for Duke to fall into step behind them. CHRISTMAS This is too easy. No surveillance inside or out. MARIO I don't like it either. He stops at a door marked AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. He produces a keycard, with wires extending from it into his sleeve. He inserts the card into the appropriate slot. CUT TO: EXT. LIFEGROUP MEDICAL BUILDING Random digits cycle on the screen of Schaefer's Palm Pilot. They begin slowing to a crawl, then one long number is locked in. SCHAEFER Open sesame. CUT TO: INT. CORRIDOR The sound of bolts retracting in the door. Christmas pushes it open with a gloved hand. INT. STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS He lies flush against the wall, Mario and Duke passing him. He sighs as the Duke's boots clop on the stairs. CUT TO: INT. ANOTHER CORRIDOR The basement presents them with a seemingly endless gauntlet of doors. MARIO So what are we looking for? CHRISTMAS "Containment". He leads the search past doors marked GEN 1, OBSERVATION, DETOX and SPECIAL TESTING. Finally...CONTAINMENT. He inserts the keycard and waits. MARIO Duke, you hang back. You don't have a gun. The bounty hunter draws a hunting knife from a sheath on his belt. DUKE Gun isn't gonna do you any more good than this. Mario doesn't seem entirely convinced, but he does back the hell away from the door when it unlocks. Christmas mouths "ready" and pushes it in. INT. CONTAINMENT LAB - CONTINUOUS The lab - if one could call it that - is empty. Completely empty. From top to bottom, the steel walls are spotless, the floor clear of any materials. A few lights in the ceiling flicker. They stop in the middle of the room. MARIO Looks like we're late. CHRISTMAS I knew this was too easy. The floor suddenly splits along the middle and opens downward, a massive hatch - and the trio goes sliding into darkness. INT. CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS Duke lands with a splattering sound. MARIO (O.C.) What the hell? The lights from the lab overhead show their hands covered in blood. A dull THUMP-THUMP, THUMP-THUMP swells around them. CHRISTMAS Oh, shit. DUKE I think we're right on time... The lights in the chamber come up: They are lying in a massive BED OF VOORHEES HEARTS - a fifty by-fifty foot incubator with dozens of organs, all threaded together by living arteries, a field of bloody muscles beating in synchronicity. DUKE LOOK AWAY!! They all shut their eyes. Christmas claps his hands over his ears. Dark-suited guards step into view around the open hatch. MARIO What do we do?! DUKE RUN, ASSHOLE!!! They make a blind break for it across the uneven terrain. Automatic weapon fire sprays into the chamber. Blood gushes from the exploding hearts, turning the already slick surface into a pool of gore. Mario stumbles, and Duke catches his arm, yanking him back up. They splash along until they're under the lip of the hatch and out of harm's way. Christmas and Duke stare at each other, fighting not to look at the pulsing organ farm. The gunfire continues to rain blood down on them. CHRISTMAS Keep your eyes and mouth covered! MARIO Why are they shooting up the hearts?! CHRISTMAS It'll grow back! They're not gonna stop until we're dead or... He can't bear to say it. Duke points at a door set into the wall. DUKE What the hell is that? CHRISTMAS It's a door, Duke! DUKE How the fuck could anyone safely come in here?! Christmas nods and edges toward the door, staying just out of the line of fire. He examines the nearby access panel. CHRISTMAS There's a cryo setting! We can freeze 'em! DUKE Do it Christmas! Mario can't help but steal a glance at the hearts. One glance is all it takes. He steps out into the open. DUKE Hey! A bullet tears across Mario's shoulder. He doesn't respond. But the gunfire stops. The guards now watch in morbid fascination as Mario kneels down amidst the hearts. DUKE RODRIGUEZ!! Christmas has got his keycard in the door. He pounds on the wall. CHRISTMAS C'mon Schaefer!! CUT TO: EXT. LIFEGROUP MEDICAL BUILDING Schaefer pokes at the Palm Pilot with his stylus, humming to himself. SCHAEFER Disable lock... CUT TO: INT. CHAMBER Mario tears one of the hearts free from the thudding mass. Overhead, the hatch closes, shutting out the guards. Now, the hypnotic drumming of the hearts grows even louder. Christmas leaps across the field, tackling Mario. CHRISTMAS it's John! Listen to me! A shot to the mouth sends him reeling. Duke inches forward with his knife. CHRISTMAS Don't! He points threateningly at Duke, all the while circling Mario. DUKE Got no choice, Christmas! CHRISTMAS WAIT!!! Lifting the heart greedily in both hands, Mario opens his mouth for a big bite. The knife slams into his calf! He falls with a surprised cry. The bolts in the door retract. It's unlocked. Christmas sighs in relief and wraps his arms around Mario. CHRISTMAS Here we go, buddy. With superhuman strength, Mario hurls him into the wall and retrieves the heart! DUKE No! Christmas grimaces and aims his pistol. Duke looks away. Two whispered gunshots pierce the heart. It stops beating. Mario drops it again. This time his expression is disoriented, as if he's just awakened from a coma. Duke hauls him through the door. Christmas punches the red CRYO button and ducks out of the chamber...it seals off, and fog swirls into the room. INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS Duke gingerly removes the knife from Mario's leg, and Christmas dresses the wound with gauze. MARIO I fucked up, man. CHRISTMAS Could've happened to anyone. MARIO It didn't happen to you. Helping Mario to his feet, Christmas checks an indicator on the door. CHRISTMAS C'mon. INT. CHAMBER Beyond the door, the hearts no longer beat in mind-numbing unison. Christmas and Mario observe the frozen field from the doorway - then unload their guns into it, the hearts erupting into jagged shards. A cacophony like a thousand shattering panes of glass fills the chamber. Then silence. MARIO They'll be coming for us. Christmas nods and pulls out a black plastic bag. He sifts through the "cubes" of meat. DUKE You gonna make a margarita? CHRISTMAS This is the only proof we've got... He lifts up one undamaged, frozen heart. Slips it into the bag. Duke gives him a dark look. DUKE Are you sure about this? CHRISTMAS Yes. The door at the other end of the corridor slides open. Christmas and Mario open fire on the guards. They drag the bodies out of the way and step into AN ELEVATOR Where Christmas sticks his magic keycard into the control panel. CHRISTMAS Going up? CUT TO: EXT. LIFEGROUP MEDICAL BUILDING - ROOF They've almost made it. Christmas pulls out his radio. CHRISTMAS Get the chopper to the roof! SCHAEFER (RADIO) I said radio silence! CHRISTMAS Fucking do it! EXT. ROOFTOP - MOMENTS LATER The helicopter comes into view just as the elevator doors open. Mario sends a hail of bullets into the cramped compartment, leaving no sign of life. A rope ladder drops from the chopper. CHRISTMAS Mission accomplished, Duke. DUKE (under his breath) I don't think so. CUT TO: INT. D.C. BAR FBI Agent Myers sits over his seventh or eighth stein of Guinness. He's well past feeling no pain, and well on his way to feeling nothing at all. An Arab gentleman sits down beside him and summons the bartender. Myers turns away slightly, gulping down the rest of his drink. ARAB Mr. Myers? The agent turns with a sullen scowl. ARAB I apologize. Agent Myers. My name is Zahir Ghali. Myers returns to staring at the bar. GHALI You coordinated the Jason Voorhees ambush in 1994, is that correct? Agent Myers looks like he's in the brink of passing out - instead he spins on his barstool, grabbing the lapel of Ghali's jacket. MYERS I don't know who the fuck you care, and goddamn if I care, but you'd better let me enjoy my drink in fucking silence. Is that clear? GHALI ...Crystal. (smiles) Except you haven't got any drink left. Bartender? A beer for me and another for my friend. He sips his as-yet-untouched beer. GHALI It was May 1994. MYERS What of it? GHALI You reported that Voorhees was killed. The Bureau closed the case. MYERS Yes, and Jason came back and the rest is history. Look, if you want to remind me of my life's greatest failure, it'll take more than a drink. GHALI Of course. I apologize. He takes another conservative drink and clasps his hands. GHALI Eight hundred thousand American dollars in a secure Swiss account? Myers gawks at him like he's wearing a tinfoil hat. Then he laughs and graciously accepts his beer from the barkeep. MYERS That's good. I don't get it, but it's good. GHALI Why would they assign you to the San Francisco case after you'd botched the Crystal Lake sting? Why do you think that is? MYERS I don't know. GHALI And now you're assigned to receive a package from a team of government agents. The Voorhees heart. MYERS How do you know all this? GHALI I've followed your career with interest. I've watched your fall from grace within the Bureau, and I've watched them continue to set you up as a patsy whenever they run a high-risk Voorhees operation. He takes a deep drink this time. Myers does the same. MYERS You were talking about money. GHALI Yes I was. The item in question is worth a lot of it. One way or another, your neck is already on the chopping block. I'm offering you the chance to profit from that. MYERS You want me to botch the delivery? Lose the package? Forget it. Listen, I may be a lot of things, but I'm not a traitor! He grabs Ghali again, beer sloshing out of his stein. GHALI So you believe that your superiors are serving the people's best interests? Kill Voorhees today, preserve him tomorrow? The so called "best interests" of the American people change every day and they're not even aware of it. MYERS Who are you? GHALI My name is Zahir Ghali. MYERS No...I mean who are you with? The Arab leans into his face. GHALI I am with a group who serve one clear, unwavering objective - and we need that heart. (beat) Eight hundred thousand dollars. Myers sets his beer down. MYERS I think maybe I need to clear my head. GHALI That sounds like a good idea. Why don't you walk with me? He leads Agent Myers from the bar. CUT TO: EXT. US MARINE CORPS BASE, QUANTICO, VIRGINIA - MORNING The helicopter touches down on a landing pad. Another helicopter starts up nearby. Between them awaits a cadre of FBI agents headed by Myers. Christmas walks across the pad and hands a refrigerated container to Myers. He accompanies the Bureau agent to the other chopper. CHRISTMAS Where are you taking it? MYERS Fort Jackson, South Carolina. CDC is on their way to Arlington to sweep the LifeGroup building. CHRISTMAS So it's really over. MYERS As far as Voorhees is concerned, yes. CHRISTMAS Agent Myers? MYERS Yes, Agent Christmas. CHRISTMAS They're going to destroy it once it's been documented. Right? MYERS That's neither my call nor yours. He throws open the chopper door and climbs in, followed by his team. MYERS Go home and get some sleep, Christmas! CUT TO: INT. D.C. BAR Mario, Christmas and Duke sit in a darkened booth. Schaefer approaches with a round of drinks. SCHAEFER Beer, beer... (hands Duke a bottle) Wild Turkey. Per your request. Duke grins and cracks it open, taking a long swig. SCHAEFER Here's to never seeing any of your faces again. Christmas pops a Hypnocil in his mouth and washes it down. CHRISTMAS You take yours yet? SCHAEFER Yeah, I did. DUKE Christmas, you were on Underwood's team when this all began. But you didn't know what he was up to. CHRISTMAS (defensively) That's right. DUKE And Schaefer, I know all about your little history with Voorhees. The CIA agent glares at him. Duke turns to Mario. DUKE So what's your story? CHRISTMAS You think we all have some connection to Jason? DUKE I know it. SCHAEFER You think you know a lot of things. MARIO 2003. He's got their attention now. MARIO I was nineteen, living in L.A. The Socorro community. The Feds had managed to nab Voorhees and were en route to the Presidio of Monterey. CHRISTMAS The Defense Language Institute? MARIO There's a secret research facility there. Of course, I didn't know any of this at the time...when Jason escaped during the transfer and started killing people in Socorro, all I knew was that we were on our own against this guy. (beat) There was a record heat wave that summer. Things were already getting out of control with the local gangs, but when kids started showing up in pieces on the streets...that's when it got bad. We went looking for this slasher. A lot of people died. My cousin died. (beat) And we never got him. SCHAEFER I've never heard about that. MARIO After Jason headed home, the Feds came in and buried the whole thing. A lot of people left Socorro with fat government checks and a confidentiality agreement. I left with papers for Special Ops intelligence training. CHRISTMAS That was your deal with the Feds? MARIO Si. CHRISTMAS Did you join up so you could get another shot at him? MARIO Maybe. I don't know. It seemed like the only way out of Socorro at the time. And...with shit like Jason being swept under the rug, I wanted to be on the inside. DUKE Do you feel more secure? Now that you're on the inside? MARIO I wish I was mowing my lawn in Socorro. I wish I was behind on the rent and late for work and that I'd never heard of Black Group or Jason Voorhees. (beat) Back there in Arlington, he almost took me. And he KNEW who I was. I could feel it - all the memories of L.A. came flooding back, but they were HIS memories, not mine. I saw my cousin die, my neighbors, my friends...and I gave in. CHRISTMAS We finished it, Mario. MARIO How about you, Schaefer? SCHAEFER Classified. Duke snorts and takes another swig. CHRISTMAS (to Duke) We all know you're the bounty hunter who got his back broken in Jason's living room. That doesn't explain why you went after him to begin with. Lowering the bottle, Duke nods and smiles. DUKE Very good. (beat) He killed my fiancée. 1980. She was his second victim, after that poor girl that decapitated his mother. SCHAEFER I never heard about that either. DUKE Schaefer, you only hear what your handlers want you to hear. You're so deep in this shit you choke on it every time you open your mouth. Schaefer sweeps the Wild Turkey bottle from the table and grabs Duke's vest. SCHAEFER I should've put in a bullet in your back when I had the chance, you son of a bitch. DUKE Well, Bryce, I'll give you one more shot. He shakes the agent off and stands up, walking away. Christmas and Mario eye Schaefer carefully. His face is swollen with anger, limbs trembling; he's actually considering it. A cell phone rings, jarring him back to reality. SCHAEFER (answering phone) Yes. (listens) Yes sir. He hangs up and slips the phone back into his jacket, muttering in a barely-audible voice. SCHAEFER Go get him. CUT TO: INT. SECURE BRIEFING ROOM The team sits at a table along with Homeland Security Director Loach and PCD Chief Hatcher. A.D. Jeffers enters with another agent, TIM FOWLER; Sean Weyland arrives last, drawing all the blinds. WEYLAND Make this quick. LYLE HATCHER The helicopter disappeared somewhere over North Carolina. Search-and-rescue hasn't turned up anything yet. BRENDA LOACH Is there a chance that the chopper didn't crash at all? A.D. JEFFERS Our Agent Fowler is investigating the incident. FOWLER Well...Myers's record isn't spotless, but he's a veteran agent who follows orders. LYLE HATCHER And what does your gut tell you? Fowler glances at Jeffers. FOWLER Agent Myers hand-picked a group of Quantico trainees for the detail. We also found a letter of resignation on his computer. LYLE HATCHER Trainees? Jesus! WEYLAND That might not mean anything. FOWLER On-board communications and tracking systems failed at 1800 hours. The helicopter fell off the radar before we could detect any flight malfunction. LYLE HATCHER Those systems could have been shut off. A.D. JEFFERS Or there could have been an accident! WEYLAND So Hatcher, you're saying that a veteran Bureau agent decided to hijack a bag of meat? A.D. JEFFERS Hold on! That's only one possibility. Considering the nature of the package, a lot of things might have gone wrong. WEYLAND You're not suggesting "possession", are you? CHRISTMAS Jason doesn't know how to fly a chopper, sir... A.D. JEFFERS Goddammit! I will not sit here and listen to you pass judgement on my men without a shred of evidence! BRENDA LOACH Everyone take it easy. I think we should hear from the men who recovered the package. WEYLAND Look, Christmas and Rodriguez are coming with me. The President is leaving tonight for the Iraqi peace summit, and I need these guys on the detail. BRENDA LOACH The Voorhees case isn't closed yet. WEYLAND Can't the Bureau handle their own foul-ups? A.D. JEFFERS Watch it, Sean! LYLE HATCHER The government has been pursuing Voorhees in one form or another for eighteen years. This could be the end! Duke shakes his head. BRENDA LOACH Let's change the subject for a moment. Progress in Arlington? LYLE HATCHER CDC reports that the LifeGroup compound has been sterilized. I've got a team heading down there to comb through their computer database. A.D. JEFFERS That's right, we need to look at the big picture. Black Group's agenda encompasses a lot more than Voorhees. LYLE HATCHER But Voorhees is our only lead. (to the team) Any ideas on how we find that heart? DUKE I've got one. CUT TO: EXT. CABIN - OREGON - DAY A muscular man in his mid-thirties is chopping wood on the edge of the property, facing a luxury home with a rustic facade. He looks up in surprise, then grins as Duke and company step into frame. NICK Creighton. DUKE Been a long time, Nick. NICK Too long. DUKE You know it's never too long between visits where I'm concerned. NICK Good news, huh? They both look toward the cabin. DUKE I need to call in a favor. CUT TO: INT. CABIN - DEN Christmas admires a stag's head mounted above the fireplace. Schaefer yawns. An attractive blonde enters with a tray of drinks. Although lines of distant trauma are etched in her face, she retains a vitality that outshines the darkness. DUKE Tina Shepard. Tina sets down the tray and embraces Duke warmly. Schaefer is quick to scoop up a glass of chardonnay. TINA Hi Creighton. DUKE Tina has some special talents: telepathy, telekinesis. She also has a very special bond. CHRISTMAS With Jason? Duke nods. SCHAEFER Don't we all. Despite his own supernatural encounter with Freddy, Schaefer isn't ready to take the Duke's words at face value. TINA Creighton helped me develop my abilities after I lost my mother. If it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't believe any of it myself. (to Duke) I figured you'd show up before too long. I've been having attacks the past few days. Seeing lots of broken images. I wasn't sure what they meant... DUKE Jason's on the move. She sits down across from Duke, finishing his statement. TINA But he's not whole. DUKE That's right. TINA Nick, the windows? Nick flips a switch that drops wooden shutters over the gorgeous mountain view. TINA I can try to put together a picture of his location, but it won't be easy. CHRISTMAS Wait a minute, are you saying you're going to read his mind? We're talking about a frozen hunk of muscle. TINA I said it wouldn't be easy. She gives him a strangely-reassuring smile. Christmas sits down. DUKE Jason's essence exists in that heart. SCHAEFER Never thought I'd see the day when I'd call upon a medium to track down ghost meat. TINA I need quiet. Grabbing another wine glass, Schaefer makes himself extra comfortable. Tina joins hands with Duke and closes her eyes. PULL BACK to reveal Tina now standing on a mossy bank, in the midst of EXT. CRYSTAL LAKE - DREAM WORLD It is the boundless, fog-cloaked swamp of Jason's mind. Gnarled trees beneath a dismal gray sky. TINA It's the lake. There's no structure, it just goes on forever... She's addressing her real-world audience. Tina continues to narrate the action as she crosses the bog, sloshing through what might be water. TINA (CONT'D) Wait... On the other side of a mud-packed hill, parting the fog, is an incorporeal freighter boat, a ghost ship that seems as fluid and temporary as the mist itself. Tina climbs the hill so that she can see aboard the freighter. It's loaded with crates. TINA A boat. A shipping boat. The name... It is painted on the bow, but swims in and out of focus. Tina concentrates on that one detail of the massive dream world. TINA C'mon, focus... LITTLE GIRL (O.C.) Help me! The cry tears her attention from the bow. She sees a tiny child's form duck behind a crate on the deck. TINA Hey! Tina leaps without hesitation from the hill to the ship. TINA There's someone here. Where are you?? LITTLE GIRL (O.C.) I'm down here! Squeezing between two rows of crates, Tina negotiates the dark, narrow alleyway, calling to the little girl. TINA Please say something! She suddenly drops out of sight. CUT TO: INT. CABIN - DEN Christmas, Mario and Nick have drawn closer to Duke & Tina in the dark. Her face is twisted in confusion. CUT TO: INT. BOILER ROOM Tina picks herself up at the bottom of a flight of stairs. She assumes her surroundings to be the bowels of the freighter, but it is clearly Freddy's sanctuary - and his presence is encroaching upon her with every creaking step. TINA Little girl? LITTLE GIRL (O.C.) I'm down here! He's going to hurt me! TINA Jason!! A huge coal-burning furnace is at the end of the catwalk. The voice came from somewhere nearby. Tina creeps toward the flames, ready to face her adversary. TINA I can't see you. No response. TINA Where are you? A distorted, blackened shape writhes in the furnace, shrieking! LITTLE GIRL I'M IN HERE!!! Freddy's laughter bounces off the walls. The flames swell to obscure the horrible sight. FREDDY (O.C.) Tina... TINA Who are you?! He's upon her, splaying his claws over her terrified face. FREDDY I'll ask the questions, bitch. Freddy throws Tina to the catwalk and circles her, clicking his claws tauntingly. FREDDY Where's Voorhees? TINA I-I don't know! FREDDY LIAR! He lunges at her. Tina's eyes narrow in that fraction of a second- - And an unseen wrecking-ball force strikes Freddy square in the chest, sending him crashing against the furnace. He roars and bounds across the catwalk, slashing wildly. Tina cocks her head to the side. A huge steam pipe rips free of its housing and slams into Freddy. He pitches over the railing. Tina makes a break for it. Freddy is now on the underside of the catwalk - scuttling along with her like a spider, stabbing his claws through the grating. He pierces her foot. She crashes hard. Freddy is climbing back onto the railing. Tina shoots him an icy glare. FREDDY Take your best shot, bitch! The ENTIRE CATWALK groans and twists into a horizontal spiral, leaving Tina nestled safely within while Krueger dangles, helpless! FREDDY Let's turn up the heat. The catwalk's surface begins to grow warmer. TINA Oh my God! Help! Freddy cackles, acrid smoke rising from his fingers. CUT TO: INT. CABIN - DEN Sweat beads on Tina's forehead and arms. Her skin turns pink. NICK Creighton, snap her out of it! DUKE Tina? Tina! She's not responding. He shakes her hands. DUKE Tina!! XCU on her face. We hear the scrape of metallic claws. CUT TO: INT. BOILER ROOM In the twisted cage Tina has made for herself, she screams and struggles to pry free. But every inch of steel around her is scorching hot. The soles of her shoes are melting off. Freddy climbs atop the catwalk and rattles the grating, his laughter deafening. FREDDY I'm gonna finish what Jason started! She grabs a red-hot length of the railing and breaks it off in her hands! TINA Finish THIS!! Tina thrusts the spear up into Freddy's groin. FREDDY AAAAAAAAAAGGHHH!!! CUT TO: INT. CABIN - DEN She falls from her seat with a waking shriek. NICK Tina! He races to her side, crying out at the raw blisters covering her hands. Duke cradles Tina like a father. He strokes her hair, and she gives into the pain, sobbing. NICK I'll call the doctor. DUKE What happened, baby? TINA There was someone else there, in my head. He wasn't Jason...I don't know where he came from. Schaefer sets down his drink. SCHAEFER Anyone got an aspirin? MARIO Can it wait? TINA The Antares. I think the name of the boat was the Antares. DUKE That's good enough. CUT TO: EXT. CABIN - DAY Schaefer storms after Duke. SCHAEFER "Good enough"?! We don't have anything! Get back in there! DUKE I'm not in the mood to be fucked with. SCHAEFER Get back inside and finish what you started, Duke! Duke spins with murder in his eyes. His hand flies to the hilt of the hunting knife. DUKE What I started? I let you recruit Tom Jarvis four years ago, and your people got him killed! They used him as a lure! And why? To KILL Jason? No, to bag him for study! (beat) I trusted you once. Now, I am not going to put another soul in harm's way in the name of science or patriotism or whatever sick fucking fetish it is that drives YOU. SCHAEFER I'm not giving you a CHOICE, asshole! This is MY operation! It was from the very beginning! And I am ORDERING you to go back in there! Duke doesn't move, at least not willingly. The muscles in his face tremble as he fights to keep a snarl in his throat. Mario, Tina, Nick and Christmas watch from a distance. Schaefer pulls out a snub-nosed pistol and aims it between Duke's eyes. DUKE Want me to turn around? SCHAEFER You'd be dead if it wasn't for the Agency. That will never change. We own you, Creighton. I own you. And if you don't cooperate, I am authorized to splatter your filthy guts all over the fine state of Oregon, then go back into that house and beat that little bitch until she tells me exactly where Jason is. (beat) Or, you can do as I say. A .45-caliber muzzle presses into the flesh of Schaefer's temple. CHRISTMAS This isn't how we get results, Bryce. Schaefer doesn't break eye contact with Duke. SCHAEFER I will tell you once to lower your weapon, Agent Christmas. Christmas stands his ground. SCHAEFER I'll kill him, Christmas. CHRISTMAS I'll kill you. SCHAEFER Not buying it, John-boy. CHRISTMAS Try me. DUKE He sounds pretty serious. SCHAEFER Shut UP Creighton! The veins in Schaefer's head are throbbing. He speaks through gritted teeth. SCHAEFER (CONT'D) ...Agent Christmas? CHRISTMAS Yes, Agent Schaefer? SCHAEFER I'm going to lower my weapon and drop it onto the ground. I'd like to ask that you do the same. CHRISTMAS I'm right behind you. Schaefer's pistol moves away from Duke's face, down his chest, and drops into the grass. Christmas steps back and holsters his piece. He produces a pair of cuffs. CHRISTMAS I'm going to have to place you under arrest, sir. Tina, Nick and Mario race across the lawn as Duke steps back. DUKE You always knew that Jarvis was going to die out there. SCHAEFER Yes I did. Christmas leads him off the lawn. Tina wraps her arms around Duke. FADE TO: EXT. CRYSTAL BAY - DAY The sky is overcast; bad weather coming in from the sea. The crews of several freighters are hustling to get out before the storm breaks. Including the crew of the Antares. Several men of Middle Eastern descent monitor a crate as it's lifted by crane onto the deck of the freighter. Aboard a nearby ship, Christmas watches through binoculars. He passes them to Mario. CHRISTMAS Something's not right here. These guys don't look like Black Group. Mario hands the binoculars back and drops a camera bag from his shoulder. MARIO I'll snap some portraits. CHRISTMAS (looking through binoculars) Wait a minute...holy shit. CHRISTMAS'S POV - Miles Quayton approaches one of the Arabs and clasps his hand. CHRISTMAS This is making less and less sense. ON THE PIER Quayton and Zahir Ghali stroll towards a Ryder moving truck. GHALI You've always been good to us, Quayton. I trust you. QUAYTON I trust you, Zahir. I wouldn't think of offering such a priceless article to anyone else. Two Arab gunmen join them, and Quayton opens the back of the moving truck. Its cargo remains unseen. QUAYTON There she is. ON THE OTHER SHIP Christmas and Mario are crouched and assembling their formidable arsenal of weapons. CHRISTMAS There must be two dozen men with automatics crawling all over that freighter. MARIO And two of us. CHRISTMAS I like those odds, buddy. MARIO Wouldn't have it any other way. CHRISTMAS How long does it take Creighton to take a leak, anyway? ON THE PIER A body bag is hauled out of the Ryder truck by the gunmen. GHALI Your payment is being wired now, Quayton. QUAYTON Pleasure doing business with you. The hammer cocks back on a .357 revolver resting against Quayton's spine. DUKE Everyone take a break. The gunmen stop, with the burlap sack between them and no way to reach their guns before Duke could take them out. GHALI You don't look like FBI. DUKE I'm not. Open the bag. GHALI If this is about money- - DUKE Open. The. Bag. QUAYTON Why don't you open the bag, Zahir? GHALI Certainly. He nods to the gunmen. They reluctantly kneel and unzip their prize. Inside the bag rests an unconscious girl, maybe eighteen years old, a beautiful blonde with fair skin marred by the rope that binds her. DUKE Jesus. Quayton spins and ducks, slashing his butterfly knife across Duke's belly. Creighton falls back and fires into Quayton's thigh. QUAYTON AAAAAAAHHH!! Ghali barks at the gunmen in a foreign tongue; they scoop up the open bag. DUKE NO!!! He rolls behind the truck as Ghali fires. The rest of the Antares's crew are emptying out onto the pier with machine guns. Ghali ducks between them. GHALI (SUBTITLE) KILL THEM BOTH!! Meanwhile, a crippled Quayton wrenches open the passenger door of the Ryder truck. Duke is in the cab. He grabs Quayton's hair and yanks him inside. INT. CAB - CONTINUOUS Quayton stabs at him. Duke knocks the knife from his hand and pounds an elbow into his eye. The Arabs have almost reached the truck. Duke starts it up. EXT. PIER The gunmen scatter as the truck rumbles down the dock. Several are forced into the water. Ghali boards the Antares with the body bag. GHALI (SUBTITLE) Get us out of here! INT. CAB Quayton claws at Duke as the bounty hunter struggles to keep his hands on the wheel. DUKE Where are they taking the girl?? Grabbing Quayton's ponytail, he smashes his head through the passenger window. DUKE WHERE?! QUAYTON THE WATER - ! EXT. PIER The Ryder truck rolls off the edge of the pier. The Antares is leaving port. Gunmen leap and scramble to get aboard; most of them don't make it. They instead converge on the end of the pier, blasting away at the bobbing truck. CHRISTMAS (O.C.) Hey! He and Mario send the gunmen careening off the truck and into a watery grave. MARIO I'm going in! He sheds his guns and is about to follow the dead Arabs off the pier when Christmas stops him. The Duke surfaces, spitting and gasping, and with a defeated Quayton in tow. CHRISTMAS What the hell are you doing?? DUKE Just parking the truck, asshole! CUT TO: INT. INTERROGATION ROOM Quayton sits, handcuffed, at a table in a small, bare room. He wears a blank stare on his face. Christmas enters and leans on the table. QUAYTON You get my cigarette? CHRISTMAS Sure. He places a smoke between the criminal's lips. CHRISTMAS Need a light? With that, he socks the cigarette out of Quayton's mouth and seizes him by the throat. QUAYTON You can't do this...I have rights! CHRISTMAS Wrong, Quayton. We I.D.'d those Arabs as members of al-Fouad. That makes you an "enemy combatant". And the Patriot Act wipes away every right you had. QUAYTON You miserable fuck. Christmas perches himself on the table. CHRISTMAS So here's my problem: you work for Black Group, whose goal is to abolish terrorism. Yet there you were, making a sale to al-Fouad. (beat) Let me guess. You decided to steal the heart and auction it off to the highest bidder. Very Western of you. QUAYTON Wrong! He laughs bitterly, blood oozing from his lip. QUAYTON Myers sold out to al-Fouad. He gave them the heart. CHRISTMAS So what did you give them? DUKE (O.C.) The girl. Duke leans across the table. DUKE Stephanie Freeman. Jason's great niece. QUAYTON You've done your homework. DUKE I KNEW her. (to Christmas) If they feed the heart to her, they'll have more than a possessed corpse on their hands. They'll have Jason reborn! QUAYTON al-Fouad was planning to use their Jason at the Iraqi peace summit. Now, they won't even make it to Baghdad. He smiles red. QUAYTON Black Group wins. Duke exits. Christmas pauses in the doorway and looks back. CHRISTMAS You know, they're going to kill you when they find out you talked. He wipes the miserable smile off Quayton's face. CUT TO: INT. CORRIDOR Mario meets them outside the room. MARIO Coast Guard found the Antares. Deserted. CHRISTMAS They're on their way to Iraq. Black was setting us AND the terrorists up from the very beginning. DUKE Well, I want a chance to kill these bastards before Jason does. Christmas and Mario smile. Duke's determination - no matter how mad he may be - gives them hope. CUT TO: INT. HOMELAND SECURITY BUILDING - COMPUTER LAB A bright-eyed young man sits in front of a computer screen. Behind him are Christmas, Mario, Duke and Brenda Loach. BRENDA LOACH This is Carl Tiffany. He developed the TAK database. CARL TIFFANY Terrorist Assessment Key. You name an operative and I'll have a network of his known connections in seconds. BRENDA LOACH The detainees have named Zahir Ghali. CARL TIFFANY Let's see...yep, al-Fouad lieutenant. He's got family ties to Abdul Alhazred himself. MARIO Al-Fouad's leader. CARL TIFFANY Yep. Alhazred's sister is one of Ghali's wives. Now, we suspect that Ghali oversees all Western operations. If he was there in the flesh, then this is big-time. The profile of a burly, stone-faced Russian comes up on the monitor. CARL TIFFANY It's likely that they'll enter Northern Iraq by way of Azerbaijan with the help of this guy, Yuri Kruschev. Ex-KGB billionaire who secures arms and travel for al Fouad's elite. BRENDA LOACH Can we intercept them? CARL TIFFANY Iraqi military isn't going to fuck with Kruschev. Excuse my language. BRENDA LOACH But it isn't just President Earhart's life at stake here. President Ammar is a target too. CARL TIFFANY These guys have a heart, not a bomb. MARIO Maybe we should just tell Iraq what's going on. CARL TIFFANY Agent, Iraq hasn't lifted a finger against al-Fouad in the past eight years. It grew in the shadow of their democracy, and they refuse to acknowledge its existence. BRENDA LOACH President Earhart is hoping to change that at the summit.... CUT TO: EXT. IRAQI BORDER - DAY An Iraqi soldier approaches a Humvee. Yuri Kruschev sits behind the wheel; Zahir Ghali nods to the soldier. SOLDIER (SUBTITLE) Doctor Ghali. What is your business today? GHALI (SUBTITLE) Organ transport, Captain. For a member of Parliament. SOLDIER (SUBTITLE) We were not informed. GHALI (SUBTITLE) Can you imagine the consequences if it were public knowledge that Mubin Khairi needs a new heart? He smiles and motions for a man in back to lift the refrigerated container into view. GHALI (SUBTITLE) Show the captain. The container slides open with a hiss, emitting a cloud of fog into the boiling heat. The soldier examines the frozen heart for a moment. GHALI (SUBTITLE) It is imperative that we reach Fallujah. SOLDIER (SUBTITLE) You can go, Doctor. He waves them on through. CUT TO: INT. CIA HEADQUARTERS, LANGLEY, VIRGINIA - CORRIDOR Bryce Schaefer is walking with his superior, DIRECTOR SMITH. Neither looks like they're having a good day. DIRECTOR SMITH The National Intelligence Director is ordering an investigation into your arrest, Bryce. SCHAEFER She'll only find out what we want her to. DIRECTOR SMITH Not if she interviews your teammates. This was a multi-agency effort, and now the CIA's been shut out entirely. We're going to be the scapegoat if Black Group's plot succeeds! SCHAEFER I'll take care of it, Smith! DIRECTOR SMITH Do that. Because I will not put this agency's reputation on the line for the likes of you. Schaefer is left alone to curse himself. He storms into his OFFICE And drops into his chair, drawing the blinds and burying his face in his hands. SCHAEFER I am not going to hang for this. Not for you, Duke, you FUCK! He slams his fist into the desktop and leans back. Shuts his eyes... The squeal of metal-on-metal startles him awake. SCHAEFER W-who's there?? Schaefer shovels the paperwork on his desk aside and grabs the Hypnocil bottle. He opens it (breaking the seal) and finds: Nothing. It's empty. SCHAEFER This isn't happening! He stands up, banging his knees against the desk. The shadows in the far corner of his office congeal and, Freddy's red-and green sweater materializes from the darkness. FREDDY I thought we had a deal. SCHAEFER There was no deal, you fuck! I'm not afraid of you! Freddy splays his claws wide. Schaefer just about shits his pants. FREDDY Where's Voorhees? SCHAEFER I don't know! FREDDY LIES!!! He leaps over the desk, tackling Schaefer through the window- - INT. BOILER ROOM - CONTINUOUS - -And onto a catwalk at the highest level of the cavernous dream world. The agent breaks free and stumbles backwards down the catwalk. FREDDY I'm the one pulling the strings here, Bryce. Schaefer raises his hands in surrender and tries a smile. SCHAEFER Look. I'm sorry things didn't work out between us. But I have no fucking clue where Jason Voorhees is. (beat) Duke knows. Creighton Duke! FREDDY Bring him to me. SCHAEFER I can't. Freddy paces back and forth, his knives tapping against his chin. FREDDY I don't think I have any more use for you. SCHAEFER Oh god, please... Freddy approaches Schaefer and places a hand on each of his shoulders. FREDDY Bryce...WAKE UP! CUT TO: INT. SCHAEFER'S OFFICE Schaefer sits bolt upright in his chair, screaming. He's alone. The nightmare is over. Leaning back again, Schaefer glances upward to see Freddy crouched on the ceiling. FREDDY Thanks for the lift! The claws plunge down. CUT TO: INT. AIRPLANE HANGAR - DAY Duke, Mario and Christmas shake hands with a grizzled Latino. DUKE This is Joe Perez. Old friend of mine. CHRISTMAS What've you got for us, Mr. Perez? JOE PEREZ Please, call me Joe. He cracks open a titanium briefcase. JOE PEREZ Now, this might not be the magic bullet you're after, Duke...but it'll stop Jason in his tracks. He pulls out an enormous hand cannon, a Gyro - best described as an oversized revolver, with a gaping barrel and a fat magazine which he slaps in. JOE PEREZ (CONT'D) Gyroscopic propulsion firing system. Triples the velocity of the bullet and eliminates the need for primer and powder. This beast holds .55-caliber hollow-point rounds with a chemical-explosive payload that would normally be too unstable to fire from a gun. The gyros also allow you to hold it comfortably in one hand. MARIO Where did you get something like that? JOE PEREZ Found it. (pulling a second Gyro from the briefcase) This one fell off the back of a truck. He hands one to Christmas, and one to Mario. JOE PEREZ So this is it, huh Creighton? One last dance with that maggot-eaten fucker? DUKE That's the plan. JOE PEREZ What's the bounty? DUKE All-expenses-paid trip to Iraq, Joe. JOE PEREZ Gotta hand it to ya, buddy, you know how to live. CHRISTMAS We've got a plane to catch. Joe places a hand on Duke's arm. He gives his friend a look that's all business. JOE PEREZ You watch your ass out there. Duke nods solemnly, and follows his teammates out of the hangar. JOE PEREZ Those guns are just on loan to you! Creighton waves over his shoulder. The others just keep walking. JOE PEREZ I want 'em back!! CUT TO: INT. HOMELAND SECURITY BUILDING - LOBBY Four security guards are standing at a post just inside the entrance, flanked by a metal detector and x-ray machine. The guards (a couple of them on coffee break) seem half-aware of the passerby; all-too comfortable in their low-risk jobs, snug in the heart of America's most closely-guarded intelligence complex. SLOW-MOTION Automatic doors slide back, admitting a man in his mid-30s; balding, with the scruffy beginnings of a beard beneath his hawkish nose. He's wearing a sharp brown leather jacket and a bladed glove on his right hand. It's Freddy, in his unscarred, unblemished prime; the SPRINGWOOD SLASHER look. The glove shimmers and FADES, leaving only his bare hand for the guards to see as they glance up. GUARD (holding out tray) Keys, watch, wallet, anything metal on ya. The Slasher turns out his empty hands and passes through the metal detector. It squeals. GUARD Step over here please. The guard grabs his wand and stands before Krueger. The others look on, more out of boredom than alertness. GUARD Arms straight out. The Slasher smiles and spreads his arms. The guard sweeps his body with the wand; nothing sets it off. GUARD Turn around please. He checks the Slasher's back. Not a peep. As the guard rises up, the wand nudges Krueger's right hand - and the wand squawks. The guard frowns and tugs the Slasher's sleeve back. No watch. GUARD You got shrapnel or something? The Slasher turns and smiles. It's the sort of smile you might imagine on a dog's face before you realize that it's about to bite. The glove materializes on Krueger's hand. FREDDY Surprise. He pivots and buries the blades in the guard's side. The others are too stunned to react - along with the bureaucrats clogging the lobby. Freddy dispatches the guard with a backhand slash to the throat and turns on those remaining. A second guard comes at him with a baton. Freddy dodges the stick as he would Jason's machete, stabbing the man in the back. He hurls the guard off his glove and into the far wall. The other two open fire. The back of the Slasher's jacket is flayed open by bulletholes. Propelled across the lobby, he falls on his face and lies still. The guards creep toward Krueger, ready to fill him with lead if need be. The crowd moves forward as well to get a look at the corpse. Freddy spins into the air, landing on his feet and driving the blades into one guard's gut, jerking them free and planting them in the other's chest. The dying guard seizes Freddy's wrist; he looks up into a horribly-burned visage. Krueger has returned to his pleasant self. He snaps the blades off inside the guard's body. FREDDY Shrapnel. The lobby empties out quickly. New claws sprout from the glove. CUT TO: INT. CORRIDOR Freddy strides after the screaming Homeland Security officials. An unlucky woman emerges from an office and falls right into his grasp. FREDDY Creighton Duke! WOMAN W-what?? FREDDY Where's Creighton Duke?! WOMAN P-PCD! FREDDY English, bitch! WOMAN Paranormal Countertactics! He throws her to the floor and continues on. CUT TO: INT. PARANORMAL COUNTERTACTICS DIVISION In a labyrinth of cubicles, Division Chief Lyle Hatcher is speaking with an agent and Director Brenda Loach when cries of horror draw their attention. Freddy is coming down the aisle. LYLE HATCHER Oh my God. AGENT Sir? LYLE HATCHER Brenda, get down! Hatcher pulls his gun and shoves her into the agent's cubicle. Freddy's doesn't slow down for a second. Hatcher fires. Black blood jets from Krueger's throat, yet he lunges, slicing the gun from Hatcher's hands - along with several fingers. LYLE HATCHER CHRIST JESUS!!! Freddy presses his claws to Hatcher's throat. FREDDY Creighton Duke. LYLE HATCHER Who are you?? FREDDY Where is Creighton Duke?! LYLE HATCHER H-he's not here!! Freddy slams his knee into Hatcher's stomach and hauls Loach out by her hair. FREDDY Tell me where Duke is or the bitch dies! BRENDA LOACH Lyle, don't! Hatcher sags to the floor, caught between shock and agony. FREDDY Say goodnight... LYLE HATCHER No! Davidson Airfield! Freddy eases his grip on Loach. LYLE HATCHER (CONT'D) It's fifteen miles from here! He's getting on a plane! FREDDY (to Loach) Take me. LYLE HATCHER No!! He struggles to his knees - and Freddy slams the full cluster of claws into his jugular. FREDDY You do not shoot me. Freddy splays his fingers, bursting Hatcher's throat. FREDDY Walk, bitch! CUT TO: EXT. HOMELAND SECURITY BUILDING - DAY Loach's car pulls out of the parking garage, tearing past the guard shack and down the street. INT. LOACH'S CAR - CONTINUOUS In the passenger seat, Freddy holds a blade to her neck. FREDDY Faster. A police siren wails behind them. FREDDY FASTER!! CUT TO: EXT. DAVIDSON AIRFIELD - DAY Duke, Mario and Christmas climb into the rear of a cargo plane. An Army officer straps them in. OFFICER We'll be taking off shortly. CUT TO: INT. LOACH'S CAR The airfield is coming up quick. Freddy grins with broken teeth. Loach swallows, feeling the blade move against her throat, and yanks the wheel hard to the right. EXT. DAVIDSON AIRFIELD - CONTINUOUS The car fishtails and flips into the air, crashing through the wire fence onto the airfield. It lands upside-down, spraying glass across the tarmac. Several police cars squeal to a stop on the road outside the fence. In the distance, the cargo plane is taxiing onto the runway. Brenda Loach sees it as she pulls herself from the wreck with one good arm. A foot steps down on the small of her back. FREDDY Never forget me. He sets off toward the plane. Gunshots ring out, but Freddy swats the bullets off like flies. CUT TO: INT. CARGO PLANE CHRISTMAS We've got a long flight ahead of us. I suggest we get some rest. DUKE I can't rest until Jason is back in Hell. CHRISTMAS Duke- - DUKE He took the woman I loved, Christmas. She was my LIFE. I lived and breathed for her and in one second he took it ALL away! (beat) It's a little different from losing your Army buddies. CHRISTMAS Duke...he took someone that I loved too. MARIO He did? You never mentioned that before. CHRISTMAS That's because of a little policy called "don't ask, don't tell". MARIO Oh. (beat) OH. Laughing, Duke plucks a cigar from his vest. DUKE So you gonna get any sleep, Christmas? CHRISTMAS Not a chance. Duke throws him and Mario each a cigar. In the recesses of the dimly-lit cargo hold, someone watches... FADE OUT. FADE IN: INT. SHED Stephanie Freeman opens her eyes and takes in her surroundings. She's propped in a chair in the middle of a small aluminum shed. The only light comes in through a half-open door. And it's hot, like a damn oven - her flesh is cooking in the heat. Her head swims, her vision blurs. A man wrapped in cloaks enters through the door. This is ABDUL ALHAZRED, the leader of al-Fouad, a man whose dark, wild eyes are the only part of him visible to Stephanie. Removing the scarf from around his face, he kneels before her. ALHAZRED Here. Drink. He places a canteen to her lips and spills water over them. Stephanie gulps the water weakly. ALHAZRED Zahir! Zahir Ghali enters with the refrigerated container. Alhazred motions for him to set it down, and he opens it up. The terrorist leader lifts the frozen heart to her eyes. ALHAZRED This is the very heart of Western corruption. This is your science, your medicine, your weapon of mass murder. He grabs her blond hair and jerks her head back. ALHAZRED (CONT'D) Your eyes are so innocent. They will never suspect... He hands the heart to Ghali. ALHAZRED Let me know when it is time. CUT TO: EXT. AL-FOUAD CAMP - DAY Alhazred exist the shed. It sits at the end of two rows of tents - tents containing al-Fouad members and crates upon crates of weaponry. The camp is nestled in a bed of sand dunes. A fleet of desert vehicles is parked at one end. At the other, behind the shed, is a fuel truck. Scaffolding has been erected on the south side to serve as a watchtower, rising above the dunes. And just on the other side of those dunes, lying in the sand and sun, are Duke, Christmas and Mario. With camouflage netting draped over his head, Mario watches the camp through binoculars. MARIO I see Alhazred. MARIO'S POV - Alhazred walks with Yuri Kruschev down the alley between the tents. They approach a Jeep, inside which sits a man in a suit. MARIO John. He passes off the binoculars and slides down to let Christmas take a look. MARIO Who is that? CHRISTMAS Holy shit - it's Omar Sahib. He's an advisor to Earhart. DUKE Stephanie's down there. CHRISTMAS We wait. DUKE Do you really want to tangle with Jason himself? CHRISTMAS I know you do. Duke grabs Christmas's leg and drags him down the dune. DUKE She's a child, John. Christmas sighs and pulls his Gyro, checking the clip. CHRISTMAS All right. CUT TO: EXT. JEEP Alhazred shakes Omar Sahib's hand warmly. Sahib's driver starts the Jeep, and they exit the camp. ALHAZRED (SUBTITLE) Yuri, prepare to leave. Zahir Ghali runs toward them. GHALI (SUBTITLE) Abdul! It is time! CUT TO: INT. SHED Stephanie whimpers as the thawing heart beats once. EXT. CAMP Ghali leads Alhazred to the shed. GHALI (SUBTITLE) She is heavily sedated. We should have no problems. BENEATH THE SCAFFOLDING Duke and his teammates slide down the dune on their backs, just below the watchtower's guards. They crouch behind a tent. Christmas points to Mario and motions for him to move around the side. A rifle taps Christmas on the back of the head. They all freeze. YURI KRUSCHEV Hello. Kruschev is easily a physical match for any of them. He hauls the agent to his feet. YURI KRUSCHEV Are you alone? CHRISTMAS Yes. YURI KRUSCHEV That is unfortunate. CUT TO: EXT. SHED Ghali has a length of chain in his hands. Abdul reaches for the door. The door flies off its hinges with the force of a nuclear blast, kicking Abdul through the air. A cloud of sand washes over Zahir Ghali. Heavy footfalls echo from within the shed. Ghali staggers back, rubbing sand from his eyes, screaming incoherently. HE steps into the blazing sun. His boots sink into the ground. A hot wind scatters grains of sand across his scarred, slashed, battered hockey mask as he surveys the camp. One dispassionate eye falls on Ghali's cowering form. The eye narrows, one subtle movement that communicates a surge of emotion and signals the end of Zahir Ghali's life. Ghali turns to run; a hand clamps onto the waist of his pants, and he is swung through the air and SMASHED against the shed like a rag doll, sending a ripple of fractures down his face and spine. Jason Voorhees tosses the corpse into the sand. BEHIND THE TENT Yuri turns toward the sound. Christmas slams his forearm into the back of Yuri's neck. CHRISTMAS GO GO GO!! Mario and Duke take off. Yuri spins and throws a kick into Christmas's gut. The Russian is upon Christmas in seconds, slamming his head into the ground and launching him head-over heels for another jarring impact. YURI KRUSCHEV Come inside, American! He hurls Christmas through the canvas wall into the tent. INT. ARMORY TENT - CONTINUOUS Christmas crashes through a table stocked with AK-47s. He grabs one as Yuri enters; the gun's empty. Christmas smashes the butt into the Russian's nose. Yuri grabs a machete and knocks the rifle from Christmas's hands. He slashes viciously with the blade, each time closing the gap between the razor edge and the agent's throat. Christmas stumbles over another table. He's down. He's done. Yuri rears back for the killing blow. A thick gray hand closes over Yuri's. The machete is stopped mid-swing. The Russian looks back into Jason's face. YURI KRUSCHEV NOOOOOOOOOOOOO- - Jason takes the machete by way of ripping off Yuri's entire hand. Kruschev falls to his knees. YURI KRUSCHEV PLEASE!!! The blade splits Yuri's face like a ripe fruit and lodges itself in his sternum. Christmas gapes at the masked maniac. Jason stares back. In his gaze... Recognition. Jason sweeps the table aside. Christmas scrambles under the wall and out of the tent. EXT. CAMP - CONTINUOUS Two armed terrorists are right outside. He knocks one aside with a roundhouse right. The other flies back as a bullet punches through his ribcage. Duke lowers his gun. DUKE Let's go! CHRISTMAS It's too late! Jason! DUKE What? CHRISTMAS JASON!! The machete tears through the wall. DUKE Son of a bitch. He pulls Christmas toward him. DUKE Let them wear him down! They make a break for it as Jason steps through the hole. Jason steps into the alley between the tents. Several terrorists tear the tops from crates and grab rifles, Uzis, RPGs. Abdul Alhazred pulls his head out of the sand and screams. ALHAZRED (SUBTITLE) KILL HIM!!! Jason is pummelled with gunfire. Every inch of his body reacts to the barrage. He stumbles back, grunting, thrusting out a hand as if to block the bullets. A rocket shrieks through the air into his gut. Jason careens away from the fireball. He bounces off the corner of the shed and crashes down. Gets back up immediately. The terrorists advance on him, emptying their clips and slamming fresh ones in. Jason now turns toward them, absorbing the rounds without so much as a flinch. He raises the machete... And starts hacking into them. Before they realize what's happening, their blood is spilling onto the sand in great gouts. Voorhees cuts through them in a blind rage, sending halved corpses tumbling to the ground. Guards snipe at Jason from the scaffolding. He heads toward them, but is stopped by a shotgun blast that tears a slab of meat from his back. Abdul Alhazred fires again, spinning Jason around to face him. ALHAZRED Rot in Hell, demon!! The machete spears him through the heart. He drops, firing stubbornly into the ground before death claims him. A sandstorm is sweeping into the camp. Tent flaps are torn open, crates overturned, the desert creeping over the bodies of the fallen. CUT TO: INT. TENT Duke peers through a tear in the canvas. Behind him, Mario and Christmas lie in wait, Gyro pistols at the ready. DUKE Now. He starts out - and stops dead in his tracks at the sound of a yell from outside. CUT TO: EXT. CAMP Jason turns into the screaming wind to face the voice. Freddy strides down the alley, clicking his claws. FREDDY Remember me? He does. Freddy leaps at Jason, carried by the wind into a brutal death-grip as he sinks his claws into Voorhees's chest. Jason slams the machete into Krueger's thigh. He throws Freddy to the ground. Krueger dodges the next stab and makes a series of rapid-fire strikes against Jason's back, sticking him over and over again. Jason smashes an elbow into Freddy's mouth. The dream stalker flies into a stack of crates. Freddy sags in the pile of splintered wood as his adversary approaches. FREDDY You wanna play rough, asshole? He shoves his hand into the splinters and comes out with an Uzi! Jason takes dozens of rounds at point-blank range, blood spurting through his mask holes as he chokes on it. Freddy kicks Jason in his bullet-riddled stomach and runs. He grabs the chain beside the shed. As Jason comes within range, the chain cracks against his mask like a whip. Freddy beckons to him, spinning the chain overhead. FREDDY Want a taste?! He cracks the chain again. Jason CATCHES IT. He jerks Freddy into the air like he's nothing. Krueger plows headfirst into the sand. FREDDY Wha...huh... Jason grabs his sweater. FREDDY Oh NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Freddy is sent flying. He slams into the scaffolding, causing the two guards to topple from it. The first guard starts to get up. Jason stomps on him - THROUGH him - loosing a geyser of blood onto the thirsty desert floor. Krueger anchors his claws in the other guard's back, using him as a human shield. FREDDY C'mon! Let's see what you've got! A diagonal slash from the machete cuts Freddy's shield in half. He discards the other half and pulls himself up into the scaffolding. Freddy climbs around the joints like a jungle gym, spitting insults at Jason down below. FREDDY You dumb maggot! Come and get me! Jason grabs onto the scaffolding, but he has no intention of climbing up. Just as Freddy reaches the top, the entire structure shudders and begins to tilt. FREDDY Fuck you! Jason wrenches the scaffolding over on its side, dumping Freddy through the swirling sands and the roof of a tent. INT. TENT - CONTINUOUS Freddy lands between Mario and Christmas. MARIO Oh, shit. CHRISTMAS Move! They run out of the tent with Duke. Freddy reaches after them, pain shooting through his back. FREDDY Wait- -! Jason bursts in. Freddy forces himself to get up, but not quite fast enough... Voorhees drives Krueger's head through the pole in the center of the tent, and the whole thing comes down on them. EXT. CAMP The living watch as the undead struggle, two lumps kicking and punching beneath the canvas. Freddy tears free, stabbing through the canvas into Jason's back. His opponent is helplessly trapped. But - the machete punctures Freddy's leg, coming out his backside. He roars. Jason emerges and tosses Freddy into the open. As he descends upon Krueger, another roar distracts them both - an armored Jeep hurtling toward them, Christmas behind the wheel. With a piercing war cry, he slams into them, propelling both monsters across the camp. They bounce off the ground, bruised, broken, and unmoving. Christmas and Mario train their Gyros on the duelists. Jason is up first. They both fire. The massive rounds hit him like missiles. Jason himself gyrates through the air under the force of the onslaught. Bullet after bullet pulverizes muscle, tendon and bone. Freddy raises his head and watches Jason hit the dirt. FREDDY Nice. He gets up, brushes himself off and sees the agents aiming at him. FREDDY Whoa, whoa! Wait a minute! He backs away from them and Jason. Back toward the fuel truck. FREDDY I helped you! You want Voorhees! CHRISTMAS I'll take what I can get! He launches a Gyro round into the truck. It vomits fire in every direction, the charred frame lifting off the ground, flames engulfing Krueger. The truck crashes down with a final thunderclap. Freddy's burning body is blown to bits. The agents approach Voorhees. He's trying to get up again. Blood is pouring from his wounds. The sand has turned to a dark red mud beneath him. Mario stands over Jason and aims at the back of his malformed head. MARIO Now I get you. Jason makes a subtle move - enough for the round to pierce the ground instead of him - and as the explosion sends a wave of sand over the agents, he rises, machete in hand! CHRISTMAS Mario!! Rodriguez shoots the machete in half. Jason plunges the broken blade into him anyway. CHRISTMAS Bastard!! Christmas fires straight through Jason's black heart. Voorhees bats him aside. DUKE (O.C.) JASON!!!! The Duke draws his hunting knife from its sheath. DUKE One last dance with me. C'mon. He circles Jason like a tiger. Voorhees turns in the mud, his glare locked on Creighton. Duke darts in. Slices Jason's arm deep. Darts back before Voorhees can reach him. DUKE You gonna make this easy for me, Jason? (beat) I said C'MON! Jason takes a step forward, and Duke drops into a crouch, sinking the entire blade into Jason's groin. He pulls back. Voorhees staggers. Duke scoops up a handful of sand. He fires it into Jason's eyes. One! Two! Three strikes to Jason's throat. Arterial spray washes over him. Christmas gets up and sweeps the sand for his Gyro. CHRISTMAS Duke! DUKE Stay outta this! (to Jason) We're not through yet. C'mon. Jason lumbers forward - and Creighton makes the surprise move of running right into Jason's arms, shoving the blade under the edge of the mask and ripping it off! Christmas retrieves his pistol. Voorhees's arms wrap around his nemesis. DUKE Can't break me- -! The Duke jams the knife into Jason's bad eye socket and twists it, scraping the bone. His spine buckles. Duke coughs up blood. DUKE Can't break me! He looks to Christmas. DUKE Take 'im! There is no time to hesitate and no logic in doing so. Christmas forgets about his teammate, who is dying in Jason's grip, and grabs Mario's Gyro, raising both pistols to the back of the immortal killer. Duke lets out one final, defiant cry before his lungs fill with blood. Jason and Duke's embrace is broken and blasted apart by Gyro fire, their grasping limbs severed, both heads thrown back as if in the rapture of death's long-awaited arrival. The Duke crumples, but Jason holds on for one second longer - his throat tearing open as he cranes his head toward Christmas. CHRISTMAS Stay in Hell this time. Jason eats the last round and his head disintegrates. Christmas calls upon strength that isn't there, and forces himself to walk over to the burning truck. He grabs a flaming hunk of wood. Somewhere inside the sack of meat that housed Jason Voorhees, something is stirring. Unseen, unspeakable, his essence is squirming to escape the ruined vessel. The flames spread quickly over the body, taking Duke as well, and Christmas kneels to watch the pyre grow. Not too far away, half-buried under the sand, is the blood soaked mask. A scorpion crawls through the eyehole and settles inside. It will make for a cool, calm resting place until the storm has passed. FADE TO: EXT. ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY - DAY WIDE - Mario Rodriguez had a large family, and they are all in attendance at his funeral, along with former military comrades and Secret Service agents. Some distance from the concluding ceremony, Christmas walks with Brenda Loach. She walks with a cane and a cast on one arm. CHRISTMAS I'm sorry about Hatcher. BRENDA LOACH And I'm sorry about Duke and Rodriguez. But we can't mourn them forever. Others will have to take their place, and the fight will continue. CHRISTMAS I'm putting in for a transfer to PCD. BRENDA LOACH I approved it this morning. (beat) John, they'll always be out there, whether they call themselves Black Group or al-Fouad. Just like us, the soldiers that they lost will be replaced, to continue the fight. CHRISTMAS I don't plan on retiring any time soon. He pulls a bottle of Hypnocil from his pocket. CHRISTMAS One daily. BRENDA LOACH For how long? He smiles, and walks on amongst the rows of graves. In the distance, drummers sound as the 21-gun salute is readied. CUT TO: EXT. FEDERAL COURTHOUSE - DAY The drumming continues as Dr. Omar Sahib and his legal team fight through a crowd of reporters and get into a limousine. The limo makes it away from the curb, out of the range of the media, before it explodes. CUT TO: EXT. CRYSTAL LAKE - DAY FBI Agent Frank Myers (Retired) is fishing alone in the middle of the glassy lake. He gently reels his line in, teasing the fish below. A black helicopter sweeps over the treetops. Myers looks up. Three bulletholes appear in his vest, and he tumbles overboard. CUT TO: EXT. PRISON EXERCISE YARD - DAY Miles Quayton is surrounded by a crew of toughs, guys who have fallen under his influence since his arrival. Each one of them is a convicted killer, a muscle-bound beast, and they all scatter at the sight of a gangly skinhead. The skinhead makes his way across the yard. Quayton raises his head expectantly. The straight razor cuts a clean line across his throat from ear to ear. An armed guard looks away as Quayton goes down. CUT TO: EXT. ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY - DAY The first round of gunfire echoes across the cemetery. CUT TO: INT. BLACK'S OFFICE A man in a suit steps into a dark study. Seated at the desk before him is an unseen figure. SUIT It's done, Mr. Black. The man quietly leaves. FADE TO: INT. BOILER ROOM Wails of desperation boom from the bowels of the sanctuary. CRANE DOWN TO: FREDDY Throwing himself against the wall. He bounces off, splashes in a few inches of filthy water. Thudding footsteps silence Krueger. He peers upward fearfully. Bryce Schaefer comes down the stairs. SCHAEFER They released me from the hospital today. FREDDY That's too bad. SCHAEFER Thanks a lot. FREDDY Are we ready to make a deal? Schaefer nods and sits on a steam pipe. SCHAEFER I have a new employer, a Mr. Black. He's very anxious to meet you. Freddy grins widely and extends his clawed hand. FREDDY Shake on it? SCHAEFER Fuck you. Freddy roars with laughter. CUT TO BLACK.