HALLWAYLizzie runs to the Westec keypad on the wall. LIZZIE Jason! FREDDY Jason can't help you now.He CACKLES as his grotesque, burn-scarred face eruptsin a BLAST of blazing hellfire.Lizzie scrambles out of bed and tears out of the room,narrowly avoiding Freddy and his flame-throwing claw.INT. It's.FREDDY KRUEGER!Lizzie SCREAMS.Freddy GLIDES to the foot of the bed. VOICE Guess again.A RAZOR-FINGERED GLOVE appears in a burst of cold,icy blue flame!The figure moves into the bedroom. LIZZIE Jason?A voice hisses from the darkness. LIZZIE What're you staring at, you big perve?We hear HEAVY BREATHING.
She sees someone in the doorwayand smiles. Suddenly she stirs, sensing sheis being watched. Lizzie's a mess, butwhat a mess! She looks pretty tempting.After a long beat, Jason musters the strength, pullsthe blanket over Lizzie, kisses her on the forehead,and leaves the room. He stares at herfor a moment - her arms and legs splayed out, hairtousled, lingerie hiked up. Maybe we can try again.But Lizzie has already PASSED OUT. JASON You know, we don't have to return the fire until Monday. I got all sexy for you.Lizzie lets out a sour BURP. LIZZIE'S BEDROOMJason tosses Lizzie onto the bed. JASON I have a better idea.Jason throws Lizzie's tipsy body over his shoulder andheads upstairs.As Jason walks into the bedroom, Lizzie's headaccidentally SMACKS into the door jamb. (devilish grin) Let's do it in the back of my mom's car. I'm sick of making out in the back of your car. I thought my mother was out of town tonight. JASON (concerned) Lizzie, haven't you had enough?Lizzie defiantly downs the other glass.
So's the champagne.Lizzie cracks open a can of Budweiser and pours itinto two champagne flutes. JASON (suggestive) You want to set a mood, why don't you put in that other tape we rented? LIZZIE Jason! I want everything to be perfect, like I always dreamed it would be - a big fire, a bottle of champagne, and the quarterback of the football team. The television randomly switches channels.Finally, the screen is filled with snow and the word"REWIND".
JASON What? LIZZIE I gotta rewind the fire.She frantically fumbles, pressing a few buttons on theremote. Lizzie pullsaway from Jason and starts scrambling around the room.>From the way she stumbles, we can tell she's more thana little drunk. The fire and musicare replaced by a loud wrestling match.
#FREDDY VS JASON MOVIE MOON ASS TV#
You look - wait, where are the tags? LIZZIE (wincing) You don't want to know.Suddenly, the TV screen flickers.
LIZZIE I hope you like it! (then, insecure) But I left the tags on in case you don't. Lizziesaunters over to him, holding a glass of bubbly.She downs it in one gulp and sits on Jason's lap. Not that she needs the help - Lizzieis beautiful in a girl-next-door-who-sometimes-likes-to-dress-like-a-tramp kind of way. She's wearing sexy lingerie and fur-coveredstiletto heels. JASON (laughing) They're closed!LIZZIE DANIELS enters, posing seductively in the door-way. Lit candles and incense set the mood.Jason takes a swig of beer. LIVING ROOM - NIGHTJASON LUCAS, a good-looking 17-year-old wearing a highschool football jersey, sits on the couch with hiseyes closed and a shit-eating grin stretched acrosshis face. The effect is very romantic.PULL BACK to reveal the "fire" is actually on television.We are.INT. JASON Written by Jonathan Aibel & Glenn BergerDecember 1, 1998Third DraftFADE IN:A ROARING FIRE crackles in a stone hearth.
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