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			BLOODY MURDER
			Written by John R. Stevenson

                 FADE IN:



                 EXT. ROAD - NIGHT

                 An old road stretches between towering trees.  WE SEE a
                 small car come to a stop.  It's headlights remain on and
                 the soft music fades.

                 There are two people in the car.  The man is BILL.

                                         BILL (V.O.)
                           I don't understand.  I just filled
                           the tank up twenty miles ago.

                                         FEMALE (V.O.)
                           It's empty now, Bill.

                 Bill sighs and gets out of the car, leaving his pregnant
                 girlfriend.  He walks around to the back of the car and
                 opens the trunk.  He takes out a gasoline can.  

                 He goes back to the driver's side and shuts the door.  He
                 waves the can at his girlfriend, signaling his
                 intentions.

                 Again, he starts walking in the opposite direction of the
                 car...into darkness.

                 He continues walking down the desolate dirt road.  

                 LONG ANGLE - BEHIND BILL

                 He comes to a parked truck in the middle of the road. 
                 Bill raises his hand.

                                         BILL
                           Hey, I was wondering if you could
                           help us out.  My wife...my wife
                           and I ran out of gas down the
                           road.  Could you give me a lift
                           down to the station?

                 WE SEE man's legs step back for a moment.  The man turns
                 on his "brights".  Bill is wowed.  It's intensely bright. 
                 The man brings a chainsaw into view.  He steps out in
                 front of his truck.  He is wearing an old hockey mask and
                 a mechanic jumpsuit.

                 Bill drops the gas can.

                                         BILL (CONT'D)
                           Trevor Moorehouse...

                 Trevor starts the chainsaw.

                 Bill falls to the ground.  He stumbles, but gets back up. 
                 We follow him as he runs through the wooded forest. 
                 Behind him, WE CAN SEE Trevor still close on his tail. 
                 Trevor slices his way through the thicket using his
                 chainsaw.

                 Bill falls again in the weeds.  Again, he gets back up
                 and runs.  WE SEE Trevor in the clear...hot on his trail.  

                 Bill runs further.  Trevor paces behind, letting the
                 chainsaw swing freely.  He continues cutting down small
                 trees as he pursues.  Bill keeps running, but
                 occasionally looking back at the killer.  

                 Bill falls...for the last time.  He looks up as Trevor is
                 standing over him.

                                         BILL (CONT'D)
                           No...no...no...NOOOO!

                 Trevor slams the chainsaw into his chest.

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                 EXT. ROAD - DAY

                 WE SEE an SUV coming down a gravel road.  It's a nice day
                 out.  Inside the car is DEAN, JASON, JULIE, WHITNEY, and
                 TOBE.  

                                         WHITNEY (V.O.)
                           How could he drive with a chainsaw
                           for a right hand?

                 INSIDE CAR --

                                         TOBE
                           It was his left hand and I'm
                           telling you: it happened.  It's
                           well documented.  Trevor
                           Moorehouse, the guy's legendary in
                           these parts.

                                         JASON
                           Yeah man.  I heard something about
                           that.

                                         DEAN
                           Bull shit.  It's camp lore. 
                           There's no such person as Trevor
                           Moorehouse.    

                                         TOBE
                           I guess that's what we'll tell
                           ourself when we're trying to sleep
                           at night.

                 They all laugh.  The SUV pulls into camp grounds.

                                         JASON
                           How you doing back there, Jules?

                 She has her head buried in a book.

                                         JULIE
                           I'm fine.

                                         JASON
                           I'm really glad you decided to
                           come.  Contrary to what your
                           father would have you believe, I'm
                           not the big bad wolf Jules.

                 They all laugh again.

                 The SUV pulls into yet another dirt road that has a sign
                 reading CAMP PLACID PINES.

                 It comes to its final parking spot.  A man comes walking
                 from the other side of a building as the new counselors
                 get out of their car.

                                         MALE
                           Hey.  Let's see.  Dean, Whitney,
                           Jason, Julie and Tobe.

                                         TOBE
                           Wow.  You bend spoons too?

                                         MALE
                           No.  I recognize you from your
                           applications.  I'm Patrick.

                                         DEAN
                           Hey.

                                         PATRICK
                           How you doing?  I'll be your boss
                           for the nest six weeks.

                                         JASON
                           Who else is here?

                 Another walks up holding cans.

                                         WHITNEY
                           Uh-oh.

                                         PATRICK
                           Hey Brad.

                                         BRAD
                           Where you want these paint cans?

                                         PATRICK
                           Hey Brad, this is Julie, Whitney,
                           Jason...

                                         JASON
                           Yeah...yeah we met.

                                         BRAD
                           Look.  I didn't know he was going
                           to be here.  Maybe this isn't such
                           a good idea.

                                         JASON
                           Yeah.  Maybe it isn't.

                                         PATRICK
                           Does somebody want to fill me in
                           here?

                                         BRAD
                           Jason and I used to run track
                           against each other at school. 
                           Last time we ran for
                           qualifications, he broke his knee
                           ten yards from the finish line.  

                                         JASON
                           That's funny.  I don't recall that
                           was the last time you raced.

                                         PATRICK
                           So I guess most of you know each
                           other?

                 Another male and female walk up.

                                         PATRICK (CONT'D)
                           Look, I'm sorry there's some bad
                           history here but we have a job to
                           do.  Is this going to be a
                           problem?

                                         JASON
                           No problem here.

                                         BRAD
                           No.  No problem.

                                         PATRICK
                           Good.  We have a lot of work ahead
                           of us.  Dean, Jason, you guys can
                           help me move this wood and you
                           three can get started on the food.   

                 He throws Whitney the keys.

                                         PATRICK (CONT'D)
                           Truck's out back.

                 The three leave.

                 Dean and Jason stay at the SUV.

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                 INT. KICTHEN - CONTINUOUS

                 WE SEE Tobe, Whitney and Julie enter.  All three carry
                 boxes.

                                         TOBE
                           It frightens me to think that my
                           diet for the next six weeks will
                           consist primarily of cream spinach
                           and Mrs. Pete's tator-tots.  

                                         WHITNEY
                           Well I'm sticking with what I
                           know: Ritz crackers and peanut
                           butte.  Basic building block of a
                           well rounded eating disorder.

                                         TOBE
                           Wow.  No shortage of knives in
                           here.

                 He picks one up.

                                         TOBE (CONT'D)
                           Look at this.

                                         WHITNEY
                           More than I can say for the rest
                           of the kitchen.  Pretty bare isn't
                           it?  Where do you think these go?

                 She holds up her box.