EXT. WOODED ROAD - NIGHT It's the dead of night and there isn't a sound to be heard in these woods. A black van rounds the bend at the far end of the dirt road and rumbles toward us. SUPERIMPOSE TITLE: "August 2008". INT. VAN A team of men shrouded in black fatigues and face paint sits quietly in the rear of the jostling vehicle. These guys are obviously military and look to be up for anything. One man, however, seems out of place; not wearing a skullcap like the others, his face unpainted and scraggly. He squints in the red light at a wrinkled map. One of the other men calls down to him. UNDERWOOD Jarvis! Tommy Jarvis glances up from the map, knitting his brow. Underwood is a terse-looking man in his fifties. JARVIS I don't know this road! We need to use the main road! UNDERWOOD We're going in the back door, son! Trust me! JARVIS Trust you?? Trust ME, Colonel! I know where he'll be waiting! Underwood slides off his seat and maneuvers toward Jarvis. UNDERWOOD Look here! We said we'd play by your rules, but once I've put my men in harm's way I run the show! JARVIS They're not my rules, they're his! A nearby tough rolls his eyes at Tommy's ominous language. Underwood swats the old map from Tommy's hands. UNDERWOOD Jarvis, now is not the time. We're already neck-deep in this. If he's patrolling the main road, we go in through the back. Got me? JARVIS (reluctantly) Gotcha. Satisfied, Underwood returns to his seat. The burly man who rolled his eyes earlier casts a doubting glare at Tommy. CUT TO: EXT. CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE - NIGHT The van cruises over the grass along the lake's shore. The headlights cut out, and it comes to stop. The rear doors quietly open. Ten men, including Tommy Jarvis, file out. UNDERWOOD All right, boys, establish a perimeter around this campsite immediately. Remember the buddy system. You stroll off to take a piss and you're putting both yourself and your teammates at risk. The men, identically-clad in their paramilitary getup, nod and disperse into the night. Only Underwood and Jarvis remain, along with a man getting out of the driver's side of the van. UNDERWOOD (to driver) West, please escort Mister Jarvis to the main cabin there. West adjusts his spectacles and nods curtly. Before letting them go, Underwood catches Tommy's wrist. UNDERWOOD DO NOT deviate from the game plan. JARVIS I keep telling you, it's not our game. UNDERWOOD If you brought us out here to die in your quest for revenge, I'm letting you know right now...it'll be your last mistake. He produces a combat knife from his belt. UNDERWOOD (CONT'D) I may not be as flashy as Voorhees but I can get the job done. Catch my drift? JARVIS I understood you, Colonel. West leads him away. Underwood returns the knife to its sheath. CUT TO: INT. MAIN CABIN In a fire-scarred den, West and Tommy crouch down. West cracks a light-stick that swells to fill the room with an eerie green glow. JARVIS What is that? WEST You haven't been away from civilization THAT long, have you Jarvis? (pause) It's a light. He sneers. Tommy returns the gesture. JARVIS He won't come to that. Don't you people know anything? He rummages through the debris around them and picks up a cracked lantern. JARVIS This will draw him. CUT TO: EXT. MAIN CABIN - NIGHT The gentle firelight of the lantern fills the windows. Down the shore, Underwood slips into the van and speaks measuredly into a radio. INT. VAN UNDERWOOD Just keep it together, men. Shouldn't be long now. CUT TO: EXT. CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE - NIGHT The burly tough turns to his "buddy" on the perimeter of the campground. CHRISTMAS Nolan. You buy this shit for a second? NOLAN I'm telling you Christmas, just shut up and wet your pants if you have to. CHRISTMAS Son of a bitch. You've been listening to that puppet Tommy Jarvis for too long. Didn't you see- - A crackle from the woods draws their immediate attention. Christmas taps a signal button on his radio, then he and Nolan point their rifles into the trees. Across the campsite, three other pairs of soldiers ready their weapons. CUT TO: INT. MAIN CABIN West registers the low squawk on his radio and pulls out a bulky pistol. Jarvis fidgets with his coat. JARVIS Where's my gun? WEST You're kidding. JARVIS I don't have it! WEST Of course you don't. They lifted it off you back in the van. JARVIS Are you fucking SERIOUS?? WEST Shhhhh! He eyes a large hole in the far wall. WEST We wouldn't want you putting a slug in Christmas thinking it was Voorhees. JARVIS And what if I knew it was Christmas? West frowns over his shoulder. Then he nods and laughs. WEST You're all right, Jarvis. Something slaps against West's shoulder. WEST What is it?...Jarvis? He turns and rises from his crouch. Tommy is cleanly skewered on an exaggeratedly-huge machete blade. Jason Voorhees stands quietly behind him, waiting patiently as the life ebbs from Jarvis. West taps his radio. WEST Uh...uh...shit! He starts firing. Two feathered darts hit Tommy's chest. WEST WHAT THE FUCK!! Jason tosses Jarvis aside. West fires again, and again, backing into the wall. Two more darts land in Jason's chest. He ignores them and raises the machete over West. CUT TO: EXT. CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE - NIGHT Nolan yells into his radio. NOLAN West? I didn't copy that, WEST?? Christmas throws out a hand to calm Nolan...but before he can touch his comrade, a staticky cry erupts from their radios. Underwood leaps from the van with a rifle. He doesn't bother with the radio as all his men are within earshot. UNDERWOOD Converge on the main cabin!! MOVE!! CUT TO: INT. MAIN CABIN Jason spins as the front doors fly open. Christmas and Nolan open fire. A series of darts trace a diagonal line across Jason's torso. CHRISTMAS Hell is this?? NOLAN Tranks! Fucking tranks! Jason lifts his machete. West's haphazard remains are visible behind him. Another soldier steps through the hole in the side of the cabin and lets fly another volley of darts. Jason turns to face the new prey. CUT TO: EXT. MAIN CABIN - NIGHT Underwood rushes the cabin along with a few other commandos. UNDERWOOD You can bring him down!! CUT TO: INT. MAIN CABIN CHRISTMAS Bullshit! But as Jason turns back to Christmas and Nolan, he sways slightly - the drugs have begun working their way through his bloodstream. He shakes his head. More men are coming through the hole in the wall, lining up to take their potshots at Jason as he stumbles more violently. The machete clatters to the floor. A boot comes down on it, sliding it away from the killer. The boot belongs to Underwood, who smiles and aims at Jason's head. Voorhees looks directly at him with half-slits. A dart THWACKS! into his jugular. Jason crashes to the floor. There's a moment of stunned silence. Have they really brought Jason Voorhees down? UNDERWOOD We don't have much time. Tartakoff, get back to the van. Chains in the front seat! A soldier nods and ducks out. Underwood steps over Jason without so much as a glance, and kneels beside West's corpse. UNDERWOOD Fine young man. He closes the bloody eyes. Then he turns to Jarvis. UNDERWOOD Like a moth to a flame. He DID know you were here, didn't he? Rattling chains announce the return of Tartakoff. He and another man roll Jason onto his back and lay the thick tangle of steel over him. Jason is rolled back onto his face. Padlocks secure his restraints tightly. UNDERWOOD Keep him facedown like that. Underwood's remaining seven men combine their strength to lift the behemoth Voorhees off the floor, and they somberly march him from the cabin. CUT TO: EXT. CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE - NIGHT Fire swells within each of the cabins as the van is prepped for departure. Underwood gives the main cabin a final glance, then saddles up. CUT TO: INT. VAN An I.V. runs fresh tranquilizer into Jason's system. The tube is connected to a huge tank which sits in Tommy's place. He's still facedown - but unmasked. Underwood holds the headgear in his gloved hands. He stares into the empty sockets. Through them, we see the concerned look on a soldier's face. UNDERWOOD Zide? ZIDE Permission to speak freely, sir? UNDERWOOD Go ahead. ZIDE West was...he didn't deserve to die like that. The others seem almost uncomfortable by this statement. Too personal? Underwood leans back and inhales. The others await his judgement. UNDERWOOD Those of us who commit ourselves to this line of work, commit ourselves to die unfairly so that others may not. For every one of you, death might be behind the next door you open. We do not retire and draw a pension and fish the rest of our lives away. When you accept a position under me, you wait to die at the hands of a monster. Pep talk finished, he closes his eyes and reclines against the wall. UNDERWOOD (CONT'D) West was a fine young man. Zide nods. Christmas claps a reassuring hand on his shoulder and takes the hockey mask from Underwood's hands. CHRISTMAS This motherfucker...he's just lucky that SOMEONE wanted him alive. Christmas lets the mask fall loudly to the floor. Underwood opens his eyes. UNDERWOOD Yes? CHRISTMAS Why tranks? UNDERWOOD Those were the orders. CHRISTMAS Sir, you don't take orders from anyone. UNDERWOOD They were MY orders. He nudges Jason with the toe of his boot. UNDERWOOD (CONT'D) The reason I want this monster alive is because there simply is no other option. Everyone exchanges furtive glances in the red light. FADE TO: EXT. COMPOUND - DAY Indeed, the compound - a well-groomed field flanked by ten foot fences and razor wire - seems nothing more than a concrete pad. The van pulls through automated gates onto the pad. The men empty out. They obviously haven't slept but not one dares to yawn or rub his eyes. They carry Jason's body, sans I.V. The concrete trembles, shudders. Begins pulling away, down from the grass. It's lowering into a massive shaft. INT. SHAFT - CONTINUOUS Jason is set down on the slab. The men watch over him nervously. INT. RECEIVING BAY The shaft opens up into an enormous underground warehouse. A forklift and a pair of troops - holding a brown straitjacket - stand by on the floor. The beautiful Doctor Rowan is also standing by, wearing a dark business suit and holding a clipboard. One of the soldiers holding the straitjacket nudges her. BRADLEY What's that for? Inventory? "Jason Voorhees - check"? ROWAN I don't tell you how to hold that straitjacket, do I? She smiles coldly. Bradley shuts the fuck up. The steel-reinforced concrete platform completes its descent. The van is driven off as the others haul Voorhees clear of the pad. Bradley and his cohort kneel to slide the straitjacket over Voorhees's arms. UNDERWOOD We removed his I.V. five minutes ago. Be careful. BRADLEY This guy must be bleeding Doxitol by now. UNDERWOOD Bradley. BRADLEY Sorry sir. As he works the jacket over Jason's shoulder, the killer twitches. Everyone jumps back a few feet. BRADLEY Fuck! UNDERWOOD Roll him over. Finish it, quickly! They comply, buckling the straitjacket over the chains. We don't get a glimpse of Jason's face, but their reactions tell us enough. ROWAN Where's his mask? CHRISTMAS In the van. ROWAN Get it. CHRISTMAS We're holding onto it, Rowan. Ya know, as a souvenir. ROWAN I need the specimen to feel as secure as possible. You don't realize that Jason Voorhees lives and breathes murder. The only thought on his mind when he wakes up will be splitting your big head wide open. So, in the interest of making our guest as comfortable as possible - get that mask. Christmas cracks his neck and stands his ground. They've been through this before. UNDERWOOD Christmas. The mask. He sighs and walks away. Zide glances at Jason and claps a hand over his own mouth. CLOSE-UP on Jason's open eye, looking at the circle of men around him. It narrows slightly. ROWAN Let's go with the mask, Christmas! The faintest "aw, fuck you" and then Christmas lumbers out of the van with his prize. UNDERWOOD Doctor Rowan, a bit more respect toward my men if you please. One of them died last night. ROWAN I'm sorry to hear that. She takes the mask from Christmas and, kneeling over Jason's head, slips it on. CHRISTMAS Anything else? Maybe a warm blanket? Someone stifles a laugh. Underwood's stare bores a hole into the back of Christmas's skull. UNDERWOOD Load Voorhees up and let's get him contained. CUT TO: INT. CONTAINMENT LAB Jason is now strapped onto a dolly, standing up straight in a Lecter-ish style with the straitjacket and chains still secure. He rests in the center of the room among decrepit medical equipment. Rowan is watching him from the other side of a table. He watches her back. A hand nudges her gently. Rowan ALMOST starts in fright - she closes her eyes, collects herself and turns to see Nolan. ROWAN You on guard duty? NOLAN No, I'm supposed to be writing up West's death. Only I wasn't there. But Underwood wants details, whether they're real or not - West was like a son to him. ROWAN In that case, Underwood's a helluva father. NOLAN These walls can talk, Doc. ROWAN Then maybe you shouldn't be here. They share a smirk with romantic implications. Nolan's hand wanders from his side, towards hers. She bites her lip and pulls away. ROWAN (whispering) These walls can see, too. NOLAN You're not going to have a lot of time with this guy, Rowan. ROWAN Shit... NOLAN Wimmer will be here in 36 hours. ROWAN You know, I signed on with Underwood because I thought Voorhees was his pet project. To bring Jason in alive and then turn it all over to Wimmer...the man's a businessman, not a scientist. NOLAN I don't understand it either. (tentative pause) Any idea what you'll be doing once Voorhees is gone? Rowan purses her lips. ROWAN Well...if I can get far enough in the next 36 hours... NOLAN What? Maybe Wimmer will take you along? ROWAN Don't look at me like that. My work comes first. NOLAN You're right. It's just the thought of you riding with Voorhees...and without me. ROWAN I can take care of myself, Sam. I've gotten this far. She looks back to Jason, who is watching them with steely focus. Nolan shrugs off the damned walls and clutches Rowan's hand. She looks back at him, and he gives his best effort at a smile. Then he leaves. CUT TO: INT. GYM A modest workout area has been assembled in the complex. Christmas sits up on a weight bench and mops at his chest with a towel. One of the other men, Gavin, strolls in with a water bottle. CHRISTMAS Hey man, gimme a drink. Gavin nods and hurls the bottle. Christmas snaps out an arm to catch it and takes a long swig. GAVIN You're pushing yourself again. CHRISTMAS No, I'm fine. GAVIN Bullshit. That woman's really under your skin, isn't she? Christmas relents and sags against the bench. CHRISTMAS Fucking bitch. I've had more face time with Voorhees than she'll ever get - motherfucker nearly took my head off. And I know Underwood would take her side before mine. Once we're back in this fucking hole, Gav, it's all politics. GAVIN Tell me about it. He starts placing weights on a bench press rig. Christmas pops his neck and watches Gavin with interest. CHRISTMAS Need a spotter? GAVIN Don't start. CHRISTMAS Gav, there's a little thing called innuendo- - GAVIN We both know where that leads. CHRISTMAS Calm down. Did I snap you with my towel, Gavin? GAVIN Now you're just being a cocktease. CHRISTMAS And you're on my back about subtlety. He turns to a surveillance camera high in the corner and flips it the finger. GAVIN Once Voorhees is shipped out we'll get a two-week pass. CHRISTMAS 36 hours. Thirty fucking six. He rises with his towel, severely tempted to snap Gavin's ass, but instead he throws it over his shoulder and exits. CUT TO: INT. CONTAINMENT LAB The dolly has been connected to a steel slab which folds back with a whir - placing Jason on his back. Twin I.V.s are inserted into either arm by troops Bradley and Scott. ROWAN Leave the mask on. BRADLEY I was going to, jeez. He and Scott snap to attention as Underwood enters with yet another team member, this one a graying man in scrubs: Pritchett, the team surgeon. UNDERWOOD Pritchett, go ahead and prep the specimen once he's under. And I mean once his heart has stopped beating. (to Rowan) What've you come up with in the last twelve hours? ROWAN The puncture marks from the tranks have healed. I ran through a few basic tests - his senses seem to be intact. And, although you can't see it - he's straining against those chains right now. Underwood nods; not exactly what he was expecting. ROWAN (CONT'D) Colonel, I need more time. Cracking his psyche isn't going to happen overnight. Look, why the hell did you agree to give him to Wimmer? The colonel taps his noggin and smiles slightly. UNDERWOOD We'll have everything we need by the time Wimmer arrives for his "product". Pritchett? Pritchett produces a tray of syringes and test tubes. ROWAN What exactly are you doing? UNDERWOOD Jason is not the sum of his parts - I have reason to believe that every cell of this thing has an extraordinary potential all its own. That being said- - CLOSE-UP on a needle plunging into the crook of Jason's elbow. UNDERWOOD (CONT'D) - -we should only require a few ounces. Pritchett directs Scott to Jason's pants. SCOTT Huh? You want me to- - PRITCHETT Take them off, son. BRADLEY Oh my god. UNDERWOOD Scott, do as he says. The bewildered soldier unclasps Jason's fly. UNDERWOOD (to Rowan) Cellular regeneration is just one of Jason's survival tactics. In 1993, the FBI blew him apart. It wasn't a cover-up, Rowan - I've seen the footage. They blew him to pieces, yet here he lies before us. That wasn't mere regeneration. ROWAN Then what was it? Again, Underwood taps his noggin and points to her. UNDERWOOD You'll have to wait and see. ROWAN Actually, I think I might request a transfer to Wimmer's team. UNDERWOOD What? ROWAN I told you - I need more time. Scott peels back Jason's filthy drawers. A shriveled, useless member sits atop a grey, fleshy scrotum. Scott pushes a fist into his mouth. BRADLEY Wow. PRITCHETT I'll take it from here, ladies. He positions a syringe before Jason Voorhees's testicles. Everyone looks away. BRADLEY Wow. UNDERWOOD Rowan, I do wish you would stay on board. Once I've got Wimmer off my back, we're going to take this in a whole new direction. ROWAN I can imagine what you hope to do with Jason's blood and...semen, Colonel. But I'd rather work with the genuine article. UNDERWOOD Very well. Jason's eyes are shut tight inside his mask. FADE TO: INT. RECEIVING BAY The slender, smarmy Doctor Wimmer and his team of Army grunts unload from the elevator platform. Underwood and company wait to receive them. WIMMER I trust my specimen is in perfect condition? UNDERWOOD Of course. Rowan steps around Underwood. Wimmer gives her a condescending eye. WIMMER Rowan, I received your transfer request. I don't think my team can accommodate another doctor, particularly another biologist. ROWAN I know more about Voorhees than anyone at your facility. His psychology- - She ignores Nolan's hard stare as he flanks the colonel. WIMMER I'm not interested in how his mind works, you know that. ROWAN If you want to work with untainted tissue - untainted as in no antipsychotics, no horse tranquilizers - then you'll need me. Plain and simple. Wimmer considers this, but is distracted by the arrival of Jason via forklift. WIMMER (breathless) Extraordinary. He turns to a soldier. WIMMER (CONT'D) Get that mask off of him. The soldier steps forward. Christmas intercepts him, smiling broadly. CHRISTMAS I've got it. He turns his smile to Rowan, pulling the mask away from Jason's gruesome face. What remains of his mongoloid visage is covered in a thin layer of slime. His working eye seems to roll around in a panic. UNDERWOOD Is there something I need to sign, Wimmer? WIMMER No, I think we'll be on our way. He looks back at Rowan and sees her focused intently on Jason. WIMMER Doctor Rowan, are you ready to leave now? ROWAN Hmm? Yes, of course. WIMMER Good, follow Sergeant Marcus. Nolan steps forward, but is forced to back off as Jason rolls by. Rowan is swallowed by the departing team of grunts. NOLAN (quietly) Dammit, Linda. UNDERWOOD Wagner, Katzenberg, see them off. The rest of you, up to the briefing room. CRANE SHOT FROM ELEVATOR Underwood and his crew, eleven men in total, scatter in various directions. CUT TO: INT. C-130 Jason is dollied into the cargo hold of the massive plane. A grunt straps Rowan and Wimmer in. She stares at Jason as he is secured. Did she make the right choice? Zoom in on her tortured countenance. FADE OUT. FADE IN: INT. BRIEFING ROOM Zide slides into a folding chair beside Nolan. ZIDE Say, you're all right, aren't you? NOLAN I'll live. ZIDE Shit Nolan, there's no guarantee of that. Underwood enters the cramped briefing room and waits until his men are assembled and quiet. It doesn't take too long. UNDERWOOD Boys, you may think that this mission has just ended, but things are only beginning. He turns on an slide projector, displaying on the screen a photographed mass of teeming cells. GAVIN What are we looking at? UNDERWOOD This, Gavin, is Jason Voorhees. PRITCHETT We extracted fluid and tissue samples from key points of the specimen. Lanky African-American Wagner lifts a finger. WAGNER Was that part of the deal? PRITCHETT Our deal with Wimmer? I promise you, any evidence of our entry into Jason's body has already been erased. UNDERWOOD Gentlemen, Doctor Wimmer's interest in cellular regeneration is a dead end. You can't synthesize the Voorhees gene. His work may lead to advances in medical technology, but what do we really want? NOLAN Immortality. It's a bizarre answer and it draws looks from across the room. But Underwood nods. UNDERWOOD Sometimes the ability to heal just isn't enough. He changes the slide. We see the familiar image of a fireball erupting behind Jason, his machete flying from his hands. UNDERWOOD (CONT'D) Fifteen years ago, our underlings at the Bureau blew Jason to smithereens. When regeneration wasn't enough...Jason decided he didn't need that body. BRADLEY "Decided", sir? UNDERWOOD Yes Bradley, although Jason was lying in several pieces at a federal morgue, his natural instinct to survive - to go on, in order to KEEP KILLING - drove him to attack the coroner on a cellular level. To, in essence, take over the coroner's mind and body. (pause) That poor man, and many others, became Jason Voorhees. TARTAKOFF Are you saying that Jason can "possess" people? UNDERWOOD Yes. Christmas has grown steadily uneasy throughout the briefing. He throws up a hand, rises, and without waiting for an acknowledgement, speaks. CHRISTMAS Colonel, you know that I'm behind you one hundred percent. Underwood raises an eyebrow at that. CHRISTMAS (CONT'D) But what you're saying right now - to us, the ten boys stuck with you in this pit - it sounds like you want to put Jason into somebody else. Underwood surveys the room, reading each subordinate's face. UNDERWOOD Not quite. I understand and appreciate your concern. But what I have in mind is far more humane. Slide change. We're looking at a set of limbs, an exploded torso, a hockey-masked head, all arranged on an exam table. UNDERWOOD These are the remains from the federal morgue. His original body. We have it. (dramatic pause) I believe that if we regrow key organs and reintroduce them to these scattered parts, Jason will regenerate and come to life. CHRISTMAS And then? UNDERWOOD And then we begin our study. Now, Pritchett is going to lecture you in greater detail on what we already know. I'll turn the time over to him. The men visibly relax. Underwood walks down the aisle between the seats and slides in next to Christmas, speaking softly and rapidly. UNDERWOOD I would never question your loyalty to me, Christmas. I demand the same consideration of you. NEVER question my loyalty to my men! CHRISTMAS Y-yes, sir. Underwood moves away. Gavin gives Christmas a worried look. CUT TO: INT. GENETICS LAB This lab is much larger and more well-kept than the containment lab. Pritchett stands before an enormous glass cylinder containing a small lump of meat. As we watch, the lump seems to grow; it IS growing. And beating. It's a heart. PULL BACK TO: INT. CORRIDOR Through a window, Nolan, Zide and Bradley watch the procedure. NOLAN The more I see of our Jason, the less I like him. ZIDE You and me both. NOLAN We didn't know we were shooting tranks. We didn't know Wimmer was taking Jason away. Now this. We're growing another one! BRADLEY You wanna keep it down? NOLAN Underwood knows how we feel. (pause) Helpless. In fact, the colonel looks up from a tray in which he's prodding what appears to be a kidney. BRADLEY I think we should get going. CUT TO: INT. MESS HALL The commandos are sitting down to a plateful of gray slop. Nolan stirs his crap with a glazed expression. CHRISTMAS Why the long face, Nolan? Don't tell me you've still got a hard-on for that bitch Rowan. ZIDE Christmas, let it go. CHRISTMAS Anyone else miss the ice queen? He pokes a hand into the air and looks around. The others keep eating, a few of them chuckling. CHRISTMAS (CONT'D) Seriously Nolan, what's with you? NOLAN I'm worried about the same thing that you are. CHRISTMAS Huh? Nolan pushes his plate away. NOLAN That thing. CHRISTMAS C'mon, you heard Underwood. NOLAN Actually, I didn't. What did he say to you? Christmas's face turns bright red. GAVIN We're here because we're the best. Not because we're expendable in some bid for a research grant. BRADLEY Sure, of course YOU leap to Christmas's defense. GAVIN What the fuck are you saying? TARTAKOFF Take it easy, guys- - NOLAN How do we know we're not EATING Jason right now? Silence. Then the sound of forks hitting plates and chairs scraping away from the table. CUT TO: INT. UNDERWOOD'S SUITE The Colonel has put together a pleasant living quarters for himself deep within the earth. He opens an oak liquor cabinet and pours out a shot of whiskey. UNDERWOOD How about you? WIDE Nolan shakes his head forlornly. UNDERWOOD Fair enough. He downs the shot and walks over to his desk, where Nolan sits in nerve-wracking anticipation. UNDERWOOD Eight years. Eight years of camaraderie, eight years of trust. What's gone wrong in the past 48 hours, Sam? NOLAN It's just...the way things have unfolded. Why weren't we told? About taking Jason alive, I mean. UNDERWOOD Sam, what we're doing right now is criminal. It's clandestine. No one knows that we have Jason's remains. No one knows that our experiments continue. I had to keep my boys in the dark. NOLAN And that's all? UNDERWOOD Yes! Of course. From this point on, you all have complete and total access to our work. OUR work, Sam. Understood? NOLAN Yessir. UNDERWOOD Good. How about that drink, then. Nolan scrutinizes the open whiskey bottle. NOLAN I'll pass, thanks. CUT TO: INT. GENETICS LAB TRACK with a rolling gurney, upon which jostle Jason's bagged and-tagged limbs. Slush drips from the various parts; they've just come out of cold storage. Scott is pushing the gurney. Pritchett awaits with several containers housing Jason's new organs. The heart beats ominously at the forefront. Underwood sets a small black box on the gurney, beside Jason's masked head. UNDERWOOD What's the prognosis for our little black box? PRITCHETT His body might try to reject it, to force it out. I don't know. UNDERWOOD What about this? Peeling the bag away, Underwood points from Jason's bad eye socket to the gaping axe cut. UNDERWOOD (CONT'D) This wound has never seemed to heal. We might get away with planting it here. PRITCHETT Let's give it a try. FLASH THROUGH A MONTAGE of gruesome O.R. images: Jason's limbs stripped of their clothing and laid out; The heart, gingerly removed from its jar and laid into Jason's exposed rib cage; The mask set aside, a needle entering the axe scar. Scott looking on in revulsion. Underwood adjusting his surgical mask, looking to Pritchett as they, together, insert the black box into the axe cut. The gash has been widened and held open by clamps, permitting the box to be fitted snugly in Jason's skull. Steel threading tugged through Jason's thick skin, sewing the various parts together. CUT TO: CRANE OVER the finished product. For the most part, Jason Voorhees has been restored to his former glory. Underwood slides the mask over the ruin of Jason's face. UNDERWOOD There. All better. BAM! A bloody hand clamps onto his throat. Scott dives for an alarm switch on the wall. Its shrieking accompanies Pritchett's cries as he slams a huge syringe into Jason's shoulder. The arm trembles and falls away from Underwood. The gasping Colonel collapses. PRITCHETT Scott, I need to run an I.V.! Help me! NOW!! The soldier warily approaches Jason. Pritchett hurls an armful of tubing at him. PRITCHETT C'MON!! Jason looks over to Pritchett. Just then, Bradley and Nolan run in. NOLAN What's going on?? PRITCHETT Hold Jason down! Nolan and Bradley grab Jason's arms. Voorhees stares right into Nolan's eyes. Registering his face, committing it to memory. Scott fumbles with the I.V. needle. Pritchett leaves another syringe protruding from Jason's throat and runs around to finish the I.V. PRITCHETT Get out of here, Scott! OUT!! Underwood struggles to his feet and backs away from the now unconscious zombie. NOLAN You all right, Colonel? He nods, feeling the tender bruises around his neck. In those few seconds, Jason nearly tore his head off...fear turns to pride. Underwood smiles a bit and leaves the lab. FADE TO: INT. CORRIDOR POV FROM OBSERVATION WINDOW: We observe the newly-birthed Jason lying on a bare concrete floor. Heavy white trousers and a shirt have been pulled over his bulk. He looks like a sedated mental patient, aside from the hockey mask melted to his malformed head. UNDERWOOD (V.O.) Is he the same? PRITCHETT (V.O.) How do you mean? UNDERWOOD (V.O.) When we transferred the brain cells from the other specimen...did we transfer his memory as well? Does this Jason remember being captured by us in Crystal Lake? PRITCHETT (V.O.) That's one of many questions yet to be answered. CUT TO the doctor and the colonel, standing outside Jason's cell. UNDERWOOD The reason I ask is that I was reviewing the eyewitness reports from Jason's last killing spree. The one that ended in Crystal Lake, but began in Ohio. PRITCHETT Springwood. UNDERWOOD Correct. You see Pritchett, we may be able to transfer Jason's abilities to another host - but he'll simply take control of the host, and if that happens...well, we might lose everything. (pause) I think I know a way to break his spirit. CUT TO: INT. JASON'S CELL Panning across the ceiling, we see that the long room is covered in piping. We descend onto the unconscious Voorhees. He suddenly jolts to consciousness, looking around. JASON'S POV: Steam is flooding into the room from several open valves. A red-tinged light envelops the cell. CUT TO: INT. CORRIDOR Underwood is being suited up in body armor by Pritchett and Katzenberg. Nolan enters the hallway. NOLAN What are you doing? UNDERWOOD The only thing more formidable than Jason's physiology is his mind. I'm going to cripple it. Underwood turns to Pritchett, who slips on some handgear. Nolan shakes his head. NOLAN Sir...with all due respect, he'll tear you apart without a single thought. UNDERWOOD (V.O.) You underestimate me, Sam. CLOSE-UP on Nolan's face as the cell door opens and closes. CUT TO: INT. JASON'S CELL Jason has risen to his feet. He's being bathed in the steam. Vision is nil. Jason whips his head from side to side. UNDERWOOD (V.O.) Jason... Only Underwood's voice is distorted, deeper. We hear the clicking of metal against metal. And then- - The SHRIEK of claws over piping! CLOSE-UP on the all-too-familiar glove as it tears away from a pipe. PULL BACK to reveal - Underwood, heavily-armored but dressed in a red-and-green sweater and dirty brown fedora. Underwood carefully scans the room, clicking the claws impatiently. UNDERWOOD ...Jason? WHAM! Out of the clouds surges Voorhees, lifting Underwood off his feet with a blow that sends the colonel careening into the pipeworks. Only the heavy armor saves his life. UNDERWOOD All right, let's play rough! He snarls and drives the claws into Jason's chest. Jason's body courses with crackling currents - he's being electrocuted! We see the cables running from Underwood's sleeve into the glove, which he cruelly twists. Jason staggers forward. Underwood jerks the claws free and backhands the masked one. UNDERWOOD You're slow, stupid, and YA GOT NO STYLE! A stunned, drugged and confused Jason can only watch as Underwood charges forward, jamming the knives into his shoulder and issuing another charge. He throws a knee into Jason's midsection and drops him to the floor. UNDERWOOD This is my nightmare, Jason...and you're never waking up. Jason lifts a charred hand and squints through the steam. It might as well be Freddy Krueger. Underwood plants a boot on his chest. CUT TO: INT. OBSERVATION ROOM Pritchett watches a bank of closed-circuit monitors with interest. Nolan drums his knuckles on the counter. PRITCHETT Jason Voorhees reduced to a gibbering baby...I never thought I'd see the day. NOLAN This is insane. PRITCHETT Precisely. Jason left this child murderer at the bottom of Crystal Lake, and now he's back, tearing him asunder. (breathless pause) It's brilliant, really. NOLAN I'm going back on my watch. PRITCHETT (absentmindedly) Later. CUT TO: INT. JASON'S CELL Sparks fly off of Jason's mask as Underwood delivers an uppercut. He pushes Voorhees back through the steam. UNDERWOOD I'm not letting you go this time, Jason. You're MY child now. Jason stumbles into a row of pipes. He rips one free, blasting Underwood with steam! UNDERWOOD Agggghhh!!! In the split second that Underwood throws his hands before his face, cowering in pain, Jason bats him halfway across the cell. UNDERWOOD PRITCHETT! CUT TO: INT. OBSERVATION ROOM Pritchett grabs a rifle and moves into the CORRIDOR Throwing open the cell door. PRITCHETT Colonel! Underwood rushes from the foggy room, gasping for air. Pritchett manhandles him out of the way and aims into the steam. UNDERWOOD Close the door! PRITCHETT I'll tag 'im. UNDERWOOD That's a fucking order!! Pritchett sighs, shoulders the rifle and pushes the door. It flies back, pitching him like a rag doll into Underwood. Jason is FREE. Pritchett hits the floor and fires! The dart bounces off the hockey mask. Pritchett and Underwood scoot back frantically. Jason's attention falls on the Freddy impostor; Underwood's cowering stance on the floor is very reminiscent of Krueger. The colonel manages to get to his feet, Jason merely watches, taking slow, deliberate steps. UNDERWOOD Pritchett!...The box! Pritchett's face blanches. PRITCHETT W-we can't! UNDERWOOD How do you want to die, soldier?! Pritchett scrambles into the observation room. Underwood splays his claws. UNDERWOOD (to Jason) C'mon boy. Make me proud. (to Pritchett) Do it!! CUT TO: INT. OBSERVATION ROOM Pritchett is holding a small black box much like the one planted in Jason's head. But this is a detonator. His thumb plays over the switch. CUT TO: INT. CORRIDOR UNDERWOOD NOW!! He dives into the observation room, barely avoiding Jason's clutches. CUT TO: CLOSE-UP: Pritchett hits the switch. CUT TO: Jason's head EXPLODES. Gore spatters the walls. Blood mists the space in the hallway. Jason's body collapses heavily. CUT TO: INT. OBSERVATION ROOM Pritchett slumps to the floor, coughing. An alarm has begun to shriek, but from the looks of the shell-shocked men, they can't even hear it. Underwood touches his left hand to his face. It's mottled with blood. UNDERWOOD Pritchett... The doc's eyes widen at the sight, and he barks at Christmas and Gavin as they enter. PRITCHETT Don't touch him!! He needs to be detoxed! Get outta here! Get your suits! Underwood is between Pritchett and the doorway. The colonel looks pleadingly at him. UNDERWOOD I'm fine. Why are you looking at me like that?? I'm fine! It's just a little blood! Pritchett has squeezed himself into the corner. Underwood rises; the doc throws his hands out. PRITCHETT They'll be back to get you in a minute. Just sit tight, sir. UNDERWOOD I'm FINE!!! FADE OUT. FADE IN: INT. DETOXIFICATION UNIT Decked out in biohazard suits, the other men watch as Underwood sits under a shower. Only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, he shuns their stares in favor of the floor. PRITCHETT I recommend we quarantine him for 24 hours. CHRISTMAS Who's in charge until then? PRITCHETT Chain of command, son. It would have been West- - NOLAN I guess it falls to me, then. Pritchett nods glumly. The others share his apprehension. NOLAN (CONT'D) Well then, Pritchett, you stay here and keep an eye on the colonel. The rest of you, resume your duties. Except Katzenberg. I need you to clean up that mess downstairs. KATZENBERG You mean Voorhees? NOLAN Yeah, I mean Voorhees. (looks at others) Snap to it! They reluctantly separate. Nolan turns from the dejected colonel and follows. CUT TO: INT. CORRIDOR Katzenberg has a daunting task ahead of him. Jason's gray matter has wallpapered the corridor from floor to ceiling. Still wearing his biohazard gear, he tilts his head comically at a shard of mask sticking out of the wall. KATZENBERG Bullshit. He kneels to examine Jason's corpse. Lying on its back, it appears that the blast sent another sliver of fiberglass through Jason's sternum - splitting his rib cage wide open. His veiny, oversized black heart sits on display. Katzenberg walks around the body, slips his arms under its shoulders and drags it back into the cell. Shutting the door as he exits, he once again surveys the damage and says: KATZENBERG Bullshit. CUT TO: INT. MESS HALL Christmas sits down to a heaping plate of beans. Before he can stab his fork into them, Nolan catches his wrist. NOLAN Were you exposed? CHRISTMAS Whaddaya mean? NOLAN Did you go down there without your suit? CHRISTMAS Well yeah, we didn't know they'd turned the mother inside out. But we didn't get any on us. NOLAN How about your boots? Christmas sighs and drops the fork. CHRISTMAS You wanna strip me down and put me in the showers? Go right ahead, sweetheart. Across the table, Gavin bites his lip and looks down. NOLAN I'm just trying to be safe. And to keep everyone else from worrying. Make sense? CHRISTMAS Look man, Underwood was rolling around in that Jason Voorhees shit. So I got some on my fucking shoes. Here, you can have 'em! He gets up and tears both boots off, dropping them on the table with a bang. NOLAN Just go to the barracks and shower off. Okay? CHRISTMAS Whatever you say, chief. He storms out. Nolan produces a hazmat bag and carefully picks up the boots. NOLAN You wanna wipe the table down, Gav? CUT TO: INT. DETOXIFCATION UNIT Underwood watches from behind a glass partition as Pritchett uses uber-tongs to place the Freddy sweater into an incinerator. Nolan steps into the f.g., tapping the glass. NOLAN How are you, Colonel? UNDERWOOD Oh, I'm fine. How're my boys? NOLAN I think things are getting back to normal. What do you want Katz to do with Jason's body? UNDERWOOD Return it to the gene lab. We've got a lot of work to do. NOLAN Are you saying you want to start over? UNDERWOOD Sam, we HAVE to. I didn't put my career in jeopardy just so we could give up and throw him away! NOLAN Have you considered OUR futures? UNDERWOOD Of course. You're a part of this. You all are. He steps right up to the glass, an inch from Nolan. UNDERWOOD (CONT'D) His blood is on all our hands. Catch my drift? NOLAN Yeah. Pritchett shoves the fedora into the incinerator and turns to Nolan. PRITCHETT That's that. Tomorrow's a brand-new day. Nolan exits without a word. CUT TO: INT. CORRIDOR Katzenberg is literally on his hands and knees, scrubbing the floor with a volatile chemical. There's a thud against the cell door. He drops his sponge. Another thud. The door quivers. Katzenberg stands and draws his service .45. CUT TO: INT. UNDERWOOD'S SUITE Nolan quietly enters his commander's office. He moves around the desk and turns on Underwood's computer. Nolan is typing, staring intently at the monitor when- - ZIDE (O.S.) How's holding down the fort? Nolan jerks back and sighs. NOLAN Sorry. You scared me. ZIDE Can I come in? NOLAN Yeah. He returns his attention to the computer as Zide sits down. ZIDE Can I ask you something? NOLAN Shoot. ZIDE Does Underwood know you're in here? NOLAN What do you think? His face changes, and he turns the monitor to face them both. NOLAN (CONT'D) These look to be Underwood's early notes on the Jason project. Talking about "genetic assimilation" and "soul transference". This goes beyond what we know, Zide. ZIDE What does it all mean? Nolan grimaces and taps the bottom of the screen. The words "TEST SUBJECTS". NOLAN I don't see any test subjects around here, pal. ZIDE Except us. NOLAN He couldn't execute this plan alone. Other team members must know. They've known the whole time. ZIDE Pritchett? NOLAN For sure. But there may be others... CUT TO: INT. JASON'S CELL LOW ANGLE Katzenberg opens the door and peers down at Jason. KATZENBERG'S POV: Blood is pooling from Jason's neck and coagulating at a rapid pace. Already, small clumps of tissue are forming within the pool. KATZENBERG You're kidding me. Jason's heart thumps once. Katzenberg leaps back. KATZENBERG Holy shit! You're kidding me! He takes a step back in, aiming at the heart. It beats again. KATZENBERG Hoooooooly shit. It starts to beat at a regular pace. Katzenberg kneels between Jason's knees. The gun is dropping into his lap. CHRISTMAS (V.O.) Hey! Katzenberg shakes his head, as if awakening from a dream, and tuns to Christmas. CHRISTMAS I'm here to help. Let's finish mopping up this guy's brains before you polish him off. KATZENBERG Uh...yeah. Sure. He steps out, leaving the door open. CUT TO: INT. STAIRWELL Nolan and Zide thud down flight after flight of steel steps in a shaft carved deep into the earth. ZIDE Nolan... Nolan turns back. Zide slips his .45 from his waistline. ZIDE Let's not be brash, all right? NOLAN Of all the fucking people. ZIDE I'm just saying, let's talk this out before we start a panic. NOLAN There won't be any panic. You, Pritchett and Underwood are going to be quarantined until I can raise Arlington. ZIDE There's no way I can allow that. His eyes say he's serious. Nolan nods slowly and raises his hands. NOLAN What do you intend to do with me? ZIDE Hadn't thought that far ahead. I figured I'd shoot you and go from there. Nolan dives up the stairs, tackling Zide around his waist. The pistol clatters down into the shaft. Zide clasps his fists together and hammers Nolan's spine. Together, they roll down the flight. Nolan comes up on top and smashes Zide's head into the steel grating. NOLAN HELP!! SOMEONE GET DOWN HERE!! Zide starts to struggle. Nolan grabs the back of his head and bashes it repeatedly. Bradley appears above them, gun drawn. BRADLEY Wow. NOLAN C'mon man! Help me out here! Bradley eases down, unsure of who to trust. Nolan waves angrily to him. NOLAN They were gonna infect us with Jason! BRADLEY I fucking knew it! He kicks the railing. Nolan rises, and Bradley helps him lift an unconscious Zide. Just then, they hear someone thundering up the stairs. Katzenberg appears. His face is spotted with blood. KATZENBERG Christmas is trying to kill me! NOLAN Christmas?! KATZENBERG He ate the heart! It's Jason! Sam, he's coming! NOLAN Ate the...? (beat) Jesus. He and Bradley turn, hauling Zide upstairs. Katzenberg follows at a panicked clip. CUT TO: INT. MESS HALL They burst into the empty room, putting Zide on the table. NOLAN Where is he? KATZENBERG He was right behind me. Katzenberg backs toward the kitchen area. Bradley aims his pistol at the stair entrance. BRADLEY This is a fine fuckin' mess. NOLAN Katz, get the others. Hit the alarm. Katzenberg doesn't respond. Nolan turns. NOLAN Katz? The door at the opposite end of the room flies open. Christmas, wielding a gun! NOLAN NO! CHRISTMAS It's Katzenberg! HE'S JASON!! Nolan whips his head toward the kitchen. Katzenberg clomps out, a long butcher knife in hand. Christmas empties his clip. Katzenberg flies into the wall, losing the knife. NOLAN Stop! He's pointing his gun at Christmas. CHRISTMAS What the fuck? BRADLEY Drop it, Christmas! Bradley and Nolan suddenly glance to the side. Katzenberg is getting back up. He stares coldly at them. NOLAN SHIIIIIIIIT!!! He and Bradley fill Katz/Jason with lead. The body bounces off the wall and lands facedown on the floor. Nolan steps on Katz/Jason's shoulder and fires three final rounds into his head. Christmas breaks the stunned silence, slamming another clip in and shoving Nolan aside. BRADLEY Hold it hold it hold it!! He just took thirty rounds! CHRISTMAS Give him thirty more! NOLAN Christmas! His brains are soup! Back off! Christmas relents, holstering his piece. CHRISTMAS So now what? NOLAN Um...I can't fucking think. CHRISTMAS Don't think, ACT! NOLAN Lock down this room! Grab Zide, hit the alarm and let's get out to the bay! They haul ass. Katz/Jason's fingers twitch. CUT TO: INT. RECEIVING BAY The entire crew, save Underwood, has come together in the receiving bay. Pritchett and a very pissed-off Zide are against the wall. CHRISTMAS Let's just kill these two motherfuckers and Underwood right now! Then we won't have to worry about them while we're dealing with Voorhees! NOLAN I'm still in charge here. (thoughtful pause) Now, what do we know? Katz was infected. He became Jason. But he was still acting and talking like Katzenberg- - BRADLEY Until he could get to a weapon. NOLAN He called me Sam. The others puzzle over the meaning, if any, of that. NOLAN (CONT'D) He assimilated Katz's mind. I think he was able to act normal by "playing back" Katz's memory. BRADLEY Look, we shot the guy thirty times. NOLAN If he's Jason, he can regenerate. PRITCHETT You don't know that. We don't know anything yet! NOLAN THE EXPERIMENT IS OVER!!! His voice rings for several seconds throughout the cavernous room. WAGNER Let's just go. C'mon. NOLAN I'm afraid we can't. Arlington would just lock us all up. Or kill us. SCOTT Why would they do that? NOLAN Someone may be infected. No one had considered the possibility that they might be standing beside Jason. The group spreads out considerably. NOLAN (CONT'D) We don't know how this works. There could be multiple infected. ZIDE Soul transfer, Nolan. Didn't you read those notes? Christmas really wants a piece of Zide. Gavin holds him back. NOLAN I don't believe in any of that, Zide. This thing works like a virus to take over someone else's body. And a virus could take the whole lot of us at once. CHRISTMAS Well shit Nolan, Katzenberg had his hands all over me down in the cell. Do you think I'm infected? He turns to the others, throwing out his hands. CHRISTMAS (CONT'D) I may act and talk like Christmas, but maybe I'm that retard killer Jason Voorhees! (pulling out combat knife) I could cut you all open right now! NOLAN Cut...everyone take out their knives. Christmas frowns; that wasn't exactly the reaction he was going for. NOLAN C'mon, now. We're going to cut our palms. He does it first, a swift slice across the meatiest portion of his hand. Then he tosses the knife to Pritchett. NOLAN Do yourself and Zide. Others begin to nod as they grasp what he's doing. They open their hands and draw thick gouts of blood. SCOTT N-now what? NOLAN We wait. Pritchett cuts Zide roughly. The latter jerks back in fear. NOLAN Just wait. And watch. Blood rains on the floor. The men are standing in a circle now, looking from hand to hand. NOLAN Pritchett. What's the rate of regeneration? PRITCHETT These are mere flesh wounds. If anyone here were Voorhees, we'd know by now. NOLAN All right then. Christmas, you and Tartakoff take Pritchett and Zide to quarantine. Then we meet in the briefing room. CUT TO: INT. BRIEFING ROOM And then there were seven. With three men locked away, the rest sit together nervously. BRADLEY So...what about Katz? NOLAN We've got to go back and finish him off. CHRISTMAS We need fire. We don't have fire, man. GAVIN We could just hack him to pieces. SCOTT This is Katzenberg we're talking about! CHRISTMAS No it isn't! (beat) I turned my back to him for two minutes, and he ate Voorhees's fucking heart! Katz is DEAD! NOLAN Chopping him up works. GAVIN Hazard suits? NOLAN Yeah. CUT TO: INT. MESS HALL The door unlocks. A moment of silence passes. Then it's thrown open. Nolan, Gavin and Wagner file into the room, all suited up. Each holds a pistol in one hand, a hatchet in the other. NOLAN He must be in the kitchen. Gavin, get ready. Wagner, the door. Wagner pulls himself up beside the swinging kitchen door, and kicks it. The door bangs off the wall. They get a quick glimpse of an empty room. GAVIN (O.S.) Hoo boy. He nudges the busted stair entrance. WAGNER How in the hell did he do that? NOLAN He could be anywhere now. CUT TO: INT. STAIRWELL They creep down the first flight: Gavin first, then Nolan, then Wagner. Wagner hears a metallic groan and turns. Katz/Jason is right behind him, and holding a verrrrrry long filleting knife. It slices clean through his suit and across his throat. Blood sprays the stairwell, Wagner lurching back into Nolan. Nolan grabs the railing, but pivots into Gavin and sends him down the stairs. Now it's just Nolan and Katz/Jason. Nolan makes an awkward stab with the hatchet. Katz/Jason grabs him by the wrist and raises the knife to strike. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Nolan fires into Katz's armpit. He chops the knife hand off, gore spurting all over his visor. With Katz/Jason pinned to the wall, Nolan hacks his rib cage to pieces, burying a few blows in Katz/Jason's throat before allowing the corpse to spill down the stairs (and break messily apart). Nolan slips in the blood and lands on his ass beside Wagner's guts. NOLAN Gavin? GAVIN?! PAN DOWN past flight after flight of stairs to where Gavin has knocked himself out - his visor having come loose during the tumble. Blood begins pitter-pattering on his cheek. It runs toward his open mouth. CUT TO: INT. DETOXIFCATION UNIT Scott has been assigned to watch the quarantine patients. Zide gives him an awful glare through the glass. UNDERWOOD Scott. Please, we're the only ones who understand what's going on up there! Let us out. SCOTT I-I can't. UNDERWOOD I don't care what they say. I'm still your commanding officer. I'm still the only one who cares about your safety. You know why? Because you BELONG to me. Scott just shakes his head and sits down on a desk. PRITCHETT Forget him, he's useless. We'll just have to wait for death to work its way down here. Scott is getting real fidgety. Underwood takes silent notice. CUT TO: INT. BRIEFING ROOM Nolan staggers through the door, startling Tartakoff, Christmas, and Bradley. TARTAKOFF Did you do it? CHRISTMAS Where's Gavin? NOLAN I couldn't find him. Wagner is dead. CHRISTMAS FUCK man! He lurches to his feet and seizes Nolan's bloody suit. NOLAN Get away from me! Christmas, realizing what he's done, pulls away and starts wiping his hands on his pants. Nolan drops the gun and hatchet, and starts peeling off his biohazard suit. BRADLEY Um, is it such a great idea to do that right here? CHRISTMAS Hey, Nolan...you've got blood on you. On your skin. He steps forward and points at a fresh smear at the corner of Nolan's mouth. Nolan seizes Christmas by the throat, lifting him off the floor. Tartakoff and Bradley stare in utter shock for one second. Then Bradley shoves the muzzle of his .45 against Nolan's temple. He looks away and fires. Nolan/Jason releases Christmas - and turns to Bradley. BRADLEY Oh, shit. CHRISTMAS (O.S.) MOVE!!! Christmas lunges at Nolan/Jason with the hatchet. Bradley dives out of range as Christmas decapitates Nolan/Jason, sending a jet of blood into the air. Christmas rolls aside, plowing into a row of chairs. Everyone seems to have evaded the blood. Nolan/Jason is dead. TARTAKOFF ...Now what? Christmas slams the door and locks it. CHRISTMAS Gav...Wagner...they might be dead. Or infected. BRADLEY I don't like being in here with this corpse, Christmas. CHRISTMAS We're sure as hell not going out there. Now without a game plan. TARTAKOFF I say we call Arlington and wait to be rescued. BRADLEY Yeah! CHRISTMAS Nolan was right. They'll kill us. How do we know that Arlington wasn't behind this whole double cross with Underwood? Bradley and Tartakoff are crestfallen. Christmas taps his pistol against his forehead. CHRISTMAS We get to the gene lab. Find out everything that they know about Jason. Figure out a way to kill him. BRADLEY You can't kill him, that's the whole fucking idea! CHRISTMAS Fucking bullshit! TARTAKOFF Whatever. Let's hit the lab then. I don't want to sit around while the infection spreads out there. CHRISTMAS All right then, it's two to one. Bradley? BRADLEY Shit. The lab it is. CUT TO: INT. DETOXIFCATION UNIT Scott grows increasingly uncomfortable as all three of the quarantined stare him down. Finally, he walks over to the glass partition. UNDERWOOD Thank you, Scott- - Scott pulls a set of steel blinds down over the glass, closing himself off. ZIDE We're going to die down here. UNDERWOOD Zide- - ZIDE Accept it! Something crashes against the blinds. They all freeze and listen. The blinds recede into the ceiling. Gavin is watching them through the glass. Scott lies on the floor. His head is caved in. PRITCHETT Oh my God. CUT TO: INT. GENETICS LAB Tartakoff, Christmas and Bradley enter in a tight formation, pointing their guns in all directions. BRADLEY It's clear. Christmas walks over to a computer monitor and switches it on. CHRISTMAS Any ideas on where to start? BRADLEY I'll start by locking this fucking door. TARTAKOFF There should be a file directory named "hellbaby". CHRISTMAS Got it. He clicks the mouse a few times and scans the monitor. CHRISTMAS This is a bunch of supernatural mumbo jumbo. Has Underwood finally lost his entire mind? TARTAKOFF Wait... He walks past Christmas to a dimly-lit area and brings up the lights. Several tanks containing hearts. Black, beating hearts. Jason hearts. BRADLEY No way. TARTAKOFF You said that Katz ate Jason's heart, didn't you? CHRISTMAS Yeah. TARTAKOFF That must be the most effective method of transference. These would each hold several ounces of Jason's blood. CHRISTMAS And why the fuck would I eat one? TARTAKOFF That's where the supernatural mumbo jumbo comes in. He cocks his head, then smashes a tank with his fist. CHRISTMAS BRADLEY STOP HIM!! Bradley wraps his arms around Tartakoff. But the soldier already has the heart in hand, and lifts it to his lips. Christmas slaps the muscle away. It flies out of view. The roaring Tartakoff just kicks over another tank. Bradley slams him down onto the operating table, slapping him over and over in the face. BRADLEY GET A GRIP! HOLY SHIT! ARE YOU NUTS?! Christmas pulls Bradley back. Tartakoff looks around drowsily. TARTAKOFF I'm okay. I...he...Jason had a fucking hold on me. We're not safe here. Too much of him in here. CHRISTMAS What was it like? What did you feel? TARTAKOFF I didn't feel anything. But I... He begins sobbing quietly. Bradley raises an eyebrow and steps back. CHRISTMAS Tartakoff? TARTAKOFF My mother died of cancer when I was nineteen. I was there. I was RIGHT THERE, and I still didn't get to say goodbye... (weeping) I'm sorry. I don't know what brought that up. Christmas pats Tartakoff's back and helps him off the table. CHRISTMAS Let's move. There's nothing here. CUT TO: INT. CORRIDOR Upon leaving the lab, they find Pritchett lying in the hallway. He has a deep stomach wound. PRITCHETT Help me. They've already drawn beads on his skull. CHRISTMAS How did you get out? PRITCHETT Gavin...he's possessed. He broke into quarantine. I think the others are dead. Christmas's eyes well up with tears. He quickly shakes them out and grits his teeth. CHRISTMAS How do we know that you're you? Pritchett lifts his scabby palm. CHRISTMAS That don't mean shit to me, old man. PRITCHETT Please help me. He tries to move toward them and winces in agony. BRADLEY What do we do, Christmas? CHRISTMAS I don't know. Hold on. Don't touch him. He goes back into the gene lab, returning a moment later with a small first-aid kit. CHRISTMAS You're the doc. Sew yourself up. He tosses the kit into Pritchett's lap. The surgeon moans. CHRISTMAS I don't give a fuck whether you're Jason or not. He heads down the corridor. Bradley and Tartakoff tear their gaze from Pritchett and follow. CUT TO: INT. ANOTHER CORRIDOR Bradley stops Christmas. BRADLEY They're all dead. We're the only ones left. We need to get outta here. Christmas is still in shock after the news about Gavin. CHRISTMAS No...it's not right. BRADLEY Right or wrong, man, if Pritchett could make it up here then who knows where Jason is! Or how many there are! TARTAKOFF Christmas, Bradley's right. I'm sorry, you know I am, but he's right. CHRISTMAS You wanna go? Fine. Go without me. He slams through a nearby door. CUT TO: INT. GYM Christmas, with the others on his heels, stops cold. There's a large mirror on the other side of the room. Zide has been nailed to it with a machete. He's dead. BRADLEY Jason's here. Christmas drops his gun and grabs a thirty-pound dumbbell. CHRISTMAS Jason?! You hear me, motherfucker? If you want to take me, then just TAKE ME!! I'm right here, pussy! BRADLEY Could you bring it down a tad. CHRISTMAS FUCK YOU JASON!!! He hurls the dumbbell across the gym - shattering the mirror around Zide's corpse. Glass rains over the body. CHRISTMAS (CONT'D) Fuck you... He falls on his knees. Tartakoff places a hand on his shoulder. TARTAKOFF We can still live, Christmas. Unseen by the living, Zide opens his eyes. He grabs the handle of the machete and begins pulling it out. LOW ANGLE Zide's boots crunch in the broken glass. Bradley looks up. BRADLEY IT'S HIM!! Zide/Jason overturns a weight bench and storms across the room. Christmas rises, throwing his arms out to deflect the machete. CHRISTMAS Aaaah!! He staggers aside. Tartakoff unloads his pistol into Zide/Jason's chest; it does nothing, and he's swept into the wall like so much garbage. Bradley backs toward the door. BRADLEY Look man, I don't know what your problem is, but maybe we can talk about this? Zide/Jason has no need for words at this point. He raises the machete. A dumbbell crashes into his spine, buckling him in mid-air. Tartakoff lets Zide/Jason drop and brings the weight down on his face. TARTAKOFF DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!... He dashes Zide's face to bloody pieces. Christmas and Bradley just watch. Tartakoff drops the dumbbell and wipes his hands on his shirt. TARTAKOFF I feel much better now. Zide's head turns to face him. But it's not as if Zide could look at him through those broken-egg eyes - in fact, the now-useless face begins to tear and split wide open! A tiny claw tears free of the ruddy mess and grasps blindly upward. CHRISTMAS Jesus... He pulls Tartakoff away from the infant claw. ZOOM IN as it continues to clutch desperately at the air. BRADLEY (O.S.) What is it doing? CHRISTMAS (O.S.) Trying to survive. Zide SITS UP suddenly, gore spilling from the ruin of his smashed skull! The tiny, flailing HELLBABY slides out too, red, knobby tail whipping and snapping as it lands in Zide's lap. Zide is melting now, all flesh sloughing off, his uniform red. In falling back, he seems to turn toward the survivors - his jaw peels away, followed by a geyser of bile from his collapsing throat. They're all too focused on the horror of Zide's decay to notice the Hellbaby clawing toward them - it grabs Tartakoff's pant leg. TARTAKOFF AAAAAAAAHHHH!!! He stomps on its misshapen skull! He brings his boot down on the thing again and again, spattering its guts across the floor. CHRISTMAS All right. It can't hurt us anymore. Just blood now. The tail breaks off from Tartakoff's boot and inches away. CHRISTMAS Aw, for fuck's sake. He blows it to bits. CUT TO: INT. CORRIDOR BRADLEY Where did he get a machete? TARTAKOFF The armory. CHRISTMAS The armory...we need to get in there. BRADLEY Christmas, the bay is this way. CHRISTMAS Before we run into anything else, I want something better than a .45. Got it? BRADLEY (dryly) Whatever. We're in no hurry. CUT TO: INT. ARMORY The small weapons cache has been ransacked; bullets are scattered all about the floor, shelves have been toppled. But the firearms are still present, and that's all that matters to the three survivors. BRADLEY He didn't take any guns. CHRISTMAS Guns are tools. The blade...it's an extension of himself. BRADLEY You just making this up as you go along? CHRISTMAS Start paying attention, Bradley. You read Jason's case file. This is the same guy we captured in Crystal Lake. Bradley shrugs and starts piling ammo belts into Tartakoff's arms. Christmas towards a shuffling sound from the rear of the room. It's Gavin. Eyes sunken in, smeared with grue from head to toe, he stares blankly at them. And he has a machete. TARTAKOFF It's not him. Bradley slams a magazine into an assault rifle and tries to push past Christmas. CHRISTMAS No. I'll do it. Readying his own rifle, he takes a tentative step forward. CHRISTMAS Gav? GAVIN I'm all right. Christmas is cracking. The rifle wavers. Both Bradley and Tartakoff see it. BRADLEY Do him, man... GAVIN John? Christmas braces the rifle against his shoulder and takes aim. GAVIN I love you. Christmas blows his head apart. There's a long silence as the body crumples. CHRISTMAS ...Why did he say that? (beat) Why didn't he just try and kill me? (fighting back tears) WHY? No one knows the answer. It's better to just step over the body and head for the bay. CUT TO: INT. RECEIVING BAY The warehouse area appears empty. Then a tank containing a Voorhees heart slides into view - held by the modified Krueger glove. Underwood wheezes as he drags the tank onto the elevator platform. Three more tanks await. Underwood wipes his bruised brow- - BRADLEY (O.S.) You crazy son of a bitch. Underwood scowls at the three of them, splaying the finger knives. He points toward the starry sky, visible through the opening high overhead. UNDERWOOD Arlington's on their way. CHRISTMAS Of course. UNDERWOOD If anything, this little unpleasantness only proves Jason's true value. One of these- - (pats heart tank) Dropped into an enemy camp, and our work is done for us. CHRISTMAS Did you plan for Jason to break loose in the base? UNDERWOOD Not quite like this. That was all Voorhees. By the way, don't stare at the tanks. TARTAKOFF We already learned that. UNDERWOOD Good. Perhaps, then, we will be able to learn something from you. Christmas prepares to fire. Underwood wags a claw at him. UNDERWOOD I'm still your ticket out of here, boys. Bullets riddle his uniform. Underwood is pitched into the concrete. Tartakoff shoulders his smoking rifle. TARTAKOFF End of the line. CHRISTMAS All right. We need to get out of Dodge before Arlington shows up. CUT TO: MOMENTS LATER - They stand on the platform with the solitary heart tank. The elevator begins the long ascent. CHRISTMAS Don't look at the heart. BRADLEY I can kick it off. CHRISTMAS Don't even try. BELOW THE PLATFORM Underwood's eyes snap open. He fingers the body armor, now visible through his many bullet holes. ON THE PLATFORM A gunshot whizzes past Christmas's ear. CHRISTMAS'S POV - Underwood! CHRISTMAS Down! He pulls Bradley down, out of the colonel's line of sight. A bullet punches through the standing Tartakoff's head. CHRISTMAS Noooo!! Tartakoff just stares down at him. PAN FROM his bemused expression to the empty container. Christmas rises to grapple with Tartakoff/Jason. Bradley tries to get in a shot from his rifle - Tartakoff/Jason bats him off of the platform. BELOW THE PLATFORM Bradley crashes into a stack of crates. Underwood sees the commotion and rushes for the elevator controls. ON THE PLATFORM Everything comes to a shuddering stop at the halfway point. Tartakoff/Jason lifts Christmas by the throat, just as he did when he was Nolan. CHRISTMAS Tonight, my friend, you WILL die. Tartakoff/Jason seems to relax his grip - then he pulls Christmas into a rib-crushing embrace. CHRISTMAS Aggh...! The platform starts to descend. Christmas fights with all his strength; although he is much larger than Tartakoff, Jason is slowly overwhelming him. BELOW THE PLATFORM Underwood awaits eagerly. He clicks his Freddy claws together with an electric crackle. ON THE PLATFORM BLAM-BLAM-BLAM! Tartakoff/Jason spasms, dropping Christmas, and falling back into space. Tartakoff/Jason lands at Underwood's feet. The colonel lowers his pistol and kicks the body under the platform. Tartakoff/Jason stares coldly at Underwood in the scant seconds before he's crushed. A breathless Christmas writhes in pain. Kneeling beside him, Underwood rakes the claws across his back with a sizzle. UNDERWOOD I really don't care for the way you've interfered with my plans, son. (beat) Instead of saving you for Jason, I think I'll do this myself. A roar builds beneath Underwood. Christmas rises up with the colonel on his back. They grapple madly across the bay. Underwood's claws crackle as he plunges them at Christmas's chest- - Christmas catches the glove in one hand, grabs Underwood's left arm with the other, and hurls him overhead! Underwood slams into the elevator platform. The claws wedge firmly between the concrete pad and steel plate. He's stuck to the side of the platform. Christmas walks over to the console. He smiles grimly as the platform begins to rise. UNDERWOOD Christmas NO!! He tries to pull his arm free. No use - he can't even get his hand out of the glove. Underwood's legs kick in the air. He screams, although he's got a long, long way to the top. Christmas picks up a rifle from near Bradley's fatal impact. He blasts the remaining heart tanks. UNDERWOOD (O.S.) NOOOOOOOOOO!!! TRACK UNDERWOOD He'll have his hand severed at the top of the shaft. Underwood tugs desperately. Harder. HARDER! CRANE OVER CHRISTMAS As he looks away from the colonel's final cry. A wet thump follows. Christmas's legs give out. He slumps against the console. FADE OUT. FADE IN: INT. INFIRMARY Christmas opens his eyes, his head resting on a gurney. Rowan gives him a small smile. ROWAN Hey Christmas. CHRISTMAS Hey bitch. WIDE: Christmas is covered with a blanket, lying under a single light in oppressively-dark room. ROWAN The others didn't make it. CHRISTMAS I know. (pause) Why am I alive? ROWAN Arlington thought that you might be...infected. At least that's what I got them to think. So they sent you here. CHRISTMAS Where's here? ROWAN Crystal Lake. You're here for observation. Christmas tries to sit up. Can't. Rowan pulls the blanket back to reveal leather straps. CHRISTMAS They don't miss a beat, so they? ROWAN I'm sorry about Gavin. CHRISTMAS I'm sorry about Nolan. ROWAN Wimmer wants to speak with you. After that...we'll figure it out together. CHRISTMAS Okay. He gives her a meek thumbs-up from within his restraints. CUT TO: INT. INFIRMARY - LATER Wimmer shines a penlight into Christmas's eye. Stepping back, he shoos a guard from the room and sits down to consult a clipboard. Several seconds pass. WIMMER Why do you think you survived? Christmas gives him a dull stare. Wimmer taps his pen against his clipboard. CHRISTMAS Just really lucky, I guess. Wimmer makes a few notes. CHRISTMAS If I'm going to be shipped back to Arlington and made into hamburger, let's just get on with it. WIMMER I have no intention of returning you to Arlington. He consults his clipboard again. CHRISTMAS So what do you want with me? WIMMER Any useful information you can provide regarding Voorhees... CHRISTMAS You're like Underwood. You're another fucking mad scientist. WIMMER I'm nothing like Colonel Underwood. My specimen is alive and well. Wimmer excuses himself without another word, melting into shadow. CUT TO: INT. CORRIDOR The Crystal Lake Research Facility is a cold, desolate place even less inviting than Underwood's base. Rowan's snapping echoes clearly down the damp passageways. CUT TO: INT. ROWAN'S OFFICE She and Wimmer are facing off in what barely passes for a workspace. He leans on an overflowing file cabinet, Rowan resting against a metal desk. ROWAN What's going to happen to him? WIMMER I'm the only person in this facility without a military background, Rowan. The decision is out of my hands. ROWAN Bullshit. Marcus and his grunts practically salute when you enter the room. WIMMER Regardless, Christmas is not my responsibility. He's clean. No infection, nothing of relevance to this facility. ROWAN You do realize that they'll snuff him out? WIMMER For the last time, Rowan - it's not my department. He steps over to her - far too close for comfort - and lifts a rusted machete off the desk. WIMMER (CONT'D) The only thing you should be concerned with is Jason Voorhees. I want him brought out of sedation so we can begin testing. He smiles thinly and hands her the blade. WIMMER (CONT'D) Get on it. Wimmer exits. Rowan looks at the machete as if she'd like to plant it in his back...Maybe waking Jason up wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. CUT TO: INT. INFIRMARY Christmas is startled awake as his blanket is thrown off him. ROWAN I'm getting you out of here. She helps him off the gurney. Christmas nearly falls from her arms, clutching at his head. CHRISTMAS I can't fucking think. ROWAN Just shut up and I'll handle the rest. CUT TO: INT. CORRIDOR Rowan keeps Christmas close to the wall. The lighting in the facility is terrible; the sound of patrolling soldiers echoes faintly. CHRISTMAS (whispering) How is this possibly going to work? ROWAN (whispering) I took care of the others. They're preoccupied with Jason right now. We just need to get to the surface. She stops at a steel shutter and stabs at the keypad. The shutter rises, revealing an elevator. ROWAN In. INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS The shutter comes down - just as a soldier enters the corridor to gawk at them. ROWAN Shit! CHRISTMAS I can go it alone from here. ROWAN You NEED me, Christmas. He scowls. The elevator ascends shakily. CHRISTMAS (under his breath) Like Hell I do. Rowan opens the control panel. The elevator stops, the shutter rises and she jerks the wiring out. ROWAN C'mon! INT. ENTRY CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS She leads him into murky blackness. Water drips from the ceiling. Christmas shivers as his hand touches the icy wall. We can make out a thick wooden door at the other end of the hall. Rowan grabs the handle with both hands, and wrenches it open. A dim light trickles into the corridor. Christmas frowns at the sight of a dank, musty CELLAR Rowan closes the door behind them. CHRISTMAS What are we, in a house? ROWAN Jason Voorhees's house. Christmas is mortified. ROWAN (CONT'D) His childhood home. The facility's built under it. CHRISTMAS Cute. She leads him to the stairs. ROWAN They'll have the elevator working in no time. CHRISTMAS All right, let's go. Rowan slowly shakes her head. CHRISTMAS What the fuck is going through your mind? ROWAN What the fuck is going through my mind is that I'm the only one with any sanity in this hell hole. I'm not going to leave Jason in their hands. Now go! He clambers up the stairs. CUT TO: INT. VOORHEES HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT The interior of the Victorian manse has remained in piss-poor condition. Christmas's bare foot comes down in a thick layer of grime and dust. He props himself against the rusted-out sink to peer through the filthy window. The house is deathly silent...Christmas gingerly makes his way into the dining room. CUT TO: INT. CELLAR Rowan looks up as grunts spill through the wooden door. They shove her aside and head up the stairs. CUT TO: INT. DINING ROOM Christmas hears the thundering on the stairs and drops down behind a hutch to the right of the doorway. A flashlight cuts through the darkness, making a couple of passes from one end of the room to the other. The grunt that it's attached to eases himself into view. Glancing back, he gives a curt nod. Two more soldiers move by him, across the room and through another door. The lead grunt sends a couple more guys past him. Then Christmas is alone with him. The grunt glances under the dinner table, almost as a joke to himself. Checks his weapon, adjusts the light on his helmet. CHRISTMAS (O.S.) Hey. He's right beside the grunt. Something snaps loudly and the soldier's head falls back. Christmas eases him to the floor, rolling him under the table. CUT TO: INT. CLRF - CONTROL ROOM It looks like most of the facility's budget went into this high-tech nerve center. Sergeant Marcus and Dr. Wimmer turn from the console to see Rowan brought in. WIMMER I'm starting to doubt your value as a project leader, Rowan. ROWAN He escaped his restraints and took me hostage. (beat) Christmas is long gone. MARCUS I doubt that. ROWAN He was a Green Beret, Sergeant- - WIMMER So were the rest of Underwood's men. Jason killed them without any problem. His arrogant smirk chills her to the bone. ROWAN What do you mean? WIMMER There's a stable perimeter around the house. I think it's the perfect opportunity for a demonstration of his abilities. ROWAN Oh my God. WIMMER He's still a little sluggish, but this should wake him up. (to Marcus) Sergeant, where are your men? MARCUS They should be back inside. You can release Voorhees. Rowan pivots toward the door - an armed guard shakes his head no. CUT TO: INT. ENTRY CORRIDOR The elevator shutter rises. Jason is standing there, a new, angular hockey mask strapped to his head, the straitjacket unbuckled and the rusty old machete in his grasp. The drugged Voorhees takes a tentative step forward. Toward the open door into the cellar. He takes another. Another. His gloved fingers tighten around the machete. CUT TO: INT. DINING ROOM The other four grunts are not back in the facility; they're kneeling over their dead comrade. GRUNT 1 Neck's snapped clean in two. GRUNT 2 Even Voorhees couldn't do this. Jesus. LOW ANGLE Jason fills the kitchen doorway. The grunts are oblivious. He intends to announce his arrival. There's a quick flash of silver under Grunt 2's chin. He blinks several times, then his head slides cleanly off. GRUNT 3 Holy shit- -! He throws himself under the table, Grunts 1 and 4 diving in opposite directions as Jason swipes again with the machete. Gunfire cuts the table in half. Grunt 3 emerges in a crouch on the other side and peppers Jason with lead. CUT TO: INT. FRONT HALL Christmas is edging toward the door when the shouts and gunfire erupt. He freezes. Is it what he thinks it is? Is it HIM? CUT TO: INT. CLRF - CONTROL ROOM Things certainly aren't going as planned. Marcus paces the room angrily. ROWAN Any word from your men yet? CUT TO: INT. DINING ROOM The house shudders to its foundations as Jason pins Grunt 1 to the wall. He shoves the machete forward - the grunt catches it in a final, desperate move, the tip grazing his abdomen. Jason tilts his head, staring into the grunt's eyes as if to say "you want to do it the hard way?" "FINE." He drives his head into the grunt's face with bone-crushing force. Pulls back to inspect the damage. The grunt blinks in pain, trying to speak. Blood starts running from his nostrils. His eyes. Going limp, he sags against his killer - and Jason finally rams the machete home. CUT TO: INT. FRONT HALL Grunt 4 tries the door. Tugging on his arm, Grunt 3 points up the stairs. They head up. On the LANDING They crouch below the banister. A hand closes over Grunt 3's mouth! Grunt 4 kicks away in terror. WIDE It's Christmas. He glares at Grunt 4: "don't make a fucking sound." Jason steps into the foyer. Christmas and Grunt 3 quickly move out of view. Grunt 4 is cringing at the top of the stairs. He slowly brings his rifle into position... Christmas mouths "NO!" Grunt 4 dumps a magazine into Jason's chest. The door splinters behind the zombie. He crashes against its remains, threatening to spill through... But it doesn't happen. He gets back to his feet. ANGLE ON CHRISTMAS As he and Grunt 3 see the machete fly up the stairs and enter Grunt 4's head. He turns to them with a terrible choking sound, the machete planted in his palate - he's gagging on the blade that has most likely split his tongue. And Jason is coming to retrieve it. Grunt 3 shakes Christmas off his back and shreds the banister with gunfire. Freeing his blade, Jason sends it straight into Grunt 3's heart. The last soldier goes down. Christmas awaits behind him. CHRISTMAS Remember me? CUT TO: INT. FRONT HALL Christmas's impact sends fifty years' worth of dust into the air. Jason opts to take the stairs. He swings down and Christmas manages to avoid a scalping by machete. The blade bites deep into the floorboards. Jason grabs the handle with both hands to work it loose. This is Christmas's chance. He knows that Jason in his own body is a force to be reckoned with. So he sucks in a big breath, and KICKS Jason full-on in the face. Voorhees snaps back and into the staircase. Christmas dives forward - hand closes over the machete handle - and he RIPS it free as Jason lunges into the space he just occupied. Christmas goes for the decap. Jason jerks back to dodge the swing. It PISSES HIM OFF. Inhaling sharply, he moves into the center of the hall. CHRISTMAS Come 'n' get your toy. He leads Jason past the staircase to the REAR BEDROOM Where the only identifiable things among the detritus are the frilly blanket atop a rotting mattress and the shattered vanity mirror propped on a dresser. Jason steps into the room in hot pursuit of Christmas - and he freezes. His head snaps about the room, settling on the bed. Christmas frowns. Have Jason's surroundings triggered a memory? Is this his room? A picture frame lies facedown on the dresser. Watching Jason, machete at the ready, Christmas slowly overturns the frame and glances down at it. GRUNT (O.S.) Got 'im! CUT TO: INT. FRONT HALL Three soldiers fire tranquilizer rifles. CUT TO: INT. REAR BEDROOM Several darts THWACK! into Jason's back. Then more. They aren't taking their chances this time. CUT TO: INT. FRONT HALL More soldiers are moving in as the three leaders advance. Jason's back is covered in feathered darts. He takes a sluggish step into the bedroom, then collapses. The grunts swarm forward. FADE OUT. FADE IN: INT. CLRF - CORRIDOR Rowan and Wimmer are standing outside an observation window. It's obvious enough what they're looking at, but Wimmer's face is contorted with frustration. WIMMER We're scientists, not executioners. This is a waste. ROWAN And all this time I thought you were a salesman. WIMMER This is because of Christmas. And YOU. Seething with rage, he glowers at Rowan. ROWAN Five soldiers are dead, Doctor Wimmer. WIMMER ALL by Jason's hands, Rowan? She smiles coldly. ROWAN Regardless - we're working off of my notes now. So just stay out of the way, would you? She brushes a bit of lint off his shoulder and walks through a door into the room they're observing. CUT TO: INT. OPERATING ROOM Jason is jacketed and chained to a dolly. No less than eight intravenous lines run into his arms, legs and neck. Rowan nudges a solitary doctor. ROWAN Is he conscious, Jim? DOCTOR Somehow, I think so. He simply refuses to sleep. But he's swimming in enough tranquilizer to kill five men. Rowan steps over to Jason and passes her hand before his glazed eyes. No reaction. Christmas enters the room. He's cleaned up and outfitted in a new uniform. CHRISTMAS Arlington's here. ROWAN So you're off then? CHRISTMAS Yeah. I guess surviving two Jasons was enough to impress the brass. Rowan nods and, reminded of their losses, turns away from Voorhees. ROWAN I'll keep you posted. CHRISTMAS Burn him, Rowan. Burn him to ash. ROWAN I'll do the best I can. He nods. CHRISTMAS Can I have a moment? To say goodbye? She glances over him: doesn't look to be carrying any weapons. Rowan taps the doctor's shoulder, and they exit. Christmas stands directly in front of Jason. The dead one's eyes slowly rotate upward in their sockets. Christmas reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded, yellowed paper. Unfolding it carefully, like parchment, he looks down at the image there, then shows it to Jason. CLOSE-UP on a young Pamela Voorhees, her face unblemished and beautiful, the photograph from the picture frame in her bedroom. CHRISTMAS She's dead, Jason. Dead and gone. Forever. Jason surges forward, straining every link in every chain, an inhuman rage visible through two small holes in that scarred hockey mask. Christmas doesn't move one fucking inch. They watch each other, unblinkingly, for several seconds. Then Christmas replaces the picture in his pocket and walks to the door. Jason follows him as best he can with his rigid body, but then the door closes and the man is gone. CUT TO: INT. HELICOPTER Christmas straps himself in under screaming rotors, looking at the crumbling old house on the opposite edge of the clearing. He takes out the picture of Pam again and contemplates the innocence in her smile. PAN DOWN to the deformed child at her side, dressed in an oversized Sunday suit and making his best attempt at a smile. Christmas crumples the photograph and turns from the house. He's lifted up and away. FADE TO BLACK.