Freddy vs. Jason

My children...

from the very beginning...

it was the children who gave me my power.

The Springwood Slasher...

that's what they called me.

My reign of terror was legendary.

Dozens of children would fall by my blades.

Then the parents of Springwood came for me...

taking justice into their own hands.

When I was alive, I might have been a little naughty...

but after they killed me,

I became something much, much worse--

the stuff nightmares are made of.

The children still feared me...

and their fear gave me the power to invade their dreams.

And that's when the fun really began!

Until they figured out a way to forget about me...

to erase me completely!

Being dead wasn't a problem.

But being forgotten-- now, that's a bitch!

It's only a dream!

Die, motherfucker!

I can't come back if nobody remembers me!

I can't come back if nobody's afraid!

I had to search the bowels of hell...

but I found someone...

someone who'll make 'em remember.

He may get the blood, but I'll get the glory.

And that fear is my ticket home.

Mike?

Is that you?

All right, fuck you, then.

I'm heading in.

Mike?

Come on, it's not funny anymore.

No!

Jason.

I should've been watching them, not drinking...

not meeting a boy at the lake.

I deserve to be punished.

We all deserved to be punished.

Jason.

My special, special boy.

Do you know what your gift is?

No matter what they do to you...

you cannot die.

You can never die.

You've just been sleeping, honey.

But now the time has come to wake up.

Mommy has something she wants you to do.

I need you to go to Elm Street.

The children have been very bad on Elm Street.

Rise up, Jason!

Your work isn't finished!

Hear my voice and live again!

Make them remember me, Jason.

Make them remember what fear tastes like.

I've been away from my children for far too long.

Marry, fuck, or kill? Your choices are--

your choices are the Three Stooges.

Go, Kia.

Oh, God...

Which one had the super-bad toupee hair?

Harry, Mar--

No! No, no, no. It was Moe.

Either one, I'd kill him.

OK, who'd you fuck, then?

This is stupid, y'all.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, God. Whatever, look.

I'd fuck the bald guy, and I'd marry Larry.

Jesus. Is this what we're doing all night?

'Cause, y'all, this is really stank.

Hey! Gibb, what are you doing?

I thought you were gonna quit.

I only smoke when I drink now.

But you're always drinking.

Yeah, well, I'll work on that next.

Hey, OK.

I got another one.

Fred, Scooby, or Shaggy?

Oh! I'm not answering that and neither is she.

Do you guys think I should get a nose job?

Oh, my God.

Oh, please, Kia, what you need is a lobotomy.

I think I'm gonna get some candles.

I'm gonna get some beer. Do you guys want anything?

Are you sure you should be driving?

I'm so under the limit, Lori.

Surprise.

Oh, Trey. You answered my prayers.

Thank you.

Whoa, babe!

What'd I tell you about kissing me...

after you've smoked, huh?

Lighten up. They're menthols.

Yeah. I brought Blake. Where's Linda?

It's Lori.

This is her house, so don't be a total cocksmith.

Whatever.

Where are the ladies?

Relax, they'll be here.

I'm relaxed, man. I'm just wet.

Did you know they were coming over?

Listen, you gotta be quiet.

Hey, we knew you were be here all alone this weekend.

Blake's cute.

He's not my type.

Oh! Who is? No one's ever gonna live up...

to the fuzzy memory of your first love, Lori.

You were fucking fourteen, so get over it.

Yeah, I know we were young...

but what Will and l had was real.

Well, correct me if I'm wrong...

but didn't Mr. Real just drop-kick your ass...

without so much as a good-bye handshake?

He ever even call or maybe even write to you after he moved?

Send you an e-mail?

No.

You see my point?

It's time to leave the convent, Lori.

You need to meet a guy.

Hey, Lori...

I like the... flow of your place.

Got good feng shui.

Yeah.

You know about feng shui?

Oh, oh!

Oh, you should see her bedroom!

-Hmm? -Great flow in there.

Lori, why don't you go upstairs and show Blake your feng shui?

Shut up!

I got a kink in my neck.

Come on. You can massage it out for me.

I think I need a few more drinks...

before there'll be any massaging.

What do you see in him?

I don't know, but he has a cute ass.

Babe, don't make me ask you twice, OK?

So, Lori...

am I gonna get that grand tour or what?

Yeah.

You know, why don't you start in the kitchen...

and get us some beers?

Cool.

Oh, my God, Kia, he is a total idiot.

Get him out of here.

Oh, Lori, come on, give him a chance.

I don't like him.

You know what? You don't like anybody.

I mean, Lori, you've barely gone out since--

Since what? Since my mom died?

Yeah, well, you know what? My dad needs me.

So I can't just go out with guys all the time...

and if I did, it would not be with somebody like Blake.

Yeah, fuck me, baby!

Your back door was open.

I closed it.

Mmm.

Babe, you know I don't like to be touched after, OK?

Fine. I'll go have a shower then.

Good.

Your hair smells like menthols, anyway.

Asshole.

Trey!

What the hell are you doing?

Help us! Help us!

Oh, my God!

Over here!

Please help us!

Help us!

You kids need some assistance?

What the fuck do you think?!

We need to lock this down now.

Keep it contained, you hear me?

Killed in bed.

Jesus.

It's even the same damn house.

1428 Elm.

It's gotta be him, right?

It's gotta be Freddy Krueger.

Hey! Don't even say...

that son of a bitch's name out loud.

Let's just keep it together.

We've been through too much to let this thing spread now.

Take all the kids down to the station.

Keep them separate. Do it now.

Yes, sir.

We'll be in touch.

Thank you. Let's go home.

So?

She doesn't know anything.

None of them do.

I'm pretty sure we're good.

Pretty sure? You better make damn sure...

none of those kids knows anything...

or I'll send your ass up to Westin Hills with them.

Knows what? What do you mean?

Good work there tonight, Stubbs.

Right place, right time.