13号星期五 Friday the 13th(1980)【完整台词】

[YELLING ]

NED:
Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, all right?

[SCREAMS]

ALICE:
Bill!

Bill, come here, quick! Hurry!

BILL: What is it?
-There's a snake over there.

BILL:
Where?

-What do I do?
-Kill it.

It might bite.

-Haven't you ever been in the woods?
-We're not in the woods.

-Bill, what are you doing?
-There's a snake.

-Why are we in here?
NED: Feet don't fail me now!

-There it is!
NED: Oh, God!

I can't sleep with a snake in here.

BRENDA:
Nobody said anything about snakes.

-Kill it!
-I can't get it until it comes out.

-Well, call him!
-How do you call a snake?

JACK:
I'll flush him!

[WOMEN SCREAMING ]

BILL: I got it.
ALICE: Where--?

NED:
Look out! I got him!

[SCREAMING ]

BRENDA:
Oh, God.

Is it dead?

Either that or it's got a very short clone.

-At least we know what's for dinner.
-Marcie!

BILL:
Gross.

BRENDA: I'm making salad. Want me
to make some for everybody?

-That'd be great. There's hamburger--
-None for me.

There are apples.
Know how to make apple pie?

-Sure. No sweat.
BRENDA: What is going on?

Oh, shit.

-Who are you people?
-Camp counselors. Ned is fooling around.

NED: Right, just--
-Can it, Cochise.

Steve Christy hire you people?
He pay you for this?

JACK: Nice bike.
-You been smoking, boy?

Smoking? Don't smoke. Causes cancer.

You get off a spaceship or something?
Colombian gold. Grass. Hash. The weed.

NED: What's he talking about?
-Don't get smart.

NED: Me? I'm as dumb as they come.
-Not another word, understand?

Nothing's going on here.
We're getting the place in shape.

DORF:
For what?

-Is there anything we can do to help?
-I'm looking for somebody.

BILL: Who's that?
-A guy named Ralph. The town crazy.

There's no crazy people around here.

DORF: I told you to sit on it. I got word
Ralph was pedaling out this way...

-...spouting his gospel.
-We haven't seen anybody here.

-Just us.
-This guy Ralph. Is he dangerous?

Every time that loony gets drunk,
he gets his calling.

I spend the morning in court,
he gets a week in jail.

MAN OVER RADIO: Cycle Two,
where are you? Come in, Cycle Two.

This is Dorf. I'm out here
at Camp Crystal Lake. Over.

Haul it back in, Dorf.
Chief wants you back in town.

Roger that. 10-4. On my way. Out.

Never keep the chief waiting.

You kids keep your noses clean.
You'll be hearing from me if you don't.

We ain't gonna stand
for no weirdness out here.

I'm a messenger of God.
You're doomed if you stay here.

This place is cursed. Cursed.

-It's got a death curse!
-Who are you?

What do you want?

-God sent me.
-Get out of here, man!

I got to warn you.
You're doomed if you stay.

Go. Go!

-I think we just met Ralph.
-God, what's next?

You're doomed. You're all doomed.

-Who likes them rare?
-Me.

BRENDA: How can you guys eat that?
It looks like dead animals.

Dead animals? That's the old counselors.
You cannibals!

If you'd mix this stuff right,
you'd get all the protein you need.

BILL: Too bad Annie never showed.
She was supposed to be a good cook.

MARCIE: Don't expect me to play chef.
NED: The squaws are revolting.

-Trouble?
-Yeah. A bad bulb or no power.

Seems a little gloomy in here.

Steve taught me how to use
the emergency generator.

-Town power lines are lousy.
NED: Don't you love that macho talk?

Emergency generator.

JACK: Want to give me a hand?
BILL: Yeah.

BRENDA: Wait for me.
JACK: Can you watch the burgers?

NED: Sure.
BRENDA: Burn them.

-Think he's gonna be bent out of shape?
JACK: I don't know.

This looks almost like the one
at my uncle's cabin in Maine.

JACK: Well, here goes.
BRENDA: What an antique.

[GENERATOR STARTS]

Well, what hath God wrought?

[NED HUMMING ]

MARCIE:
No.

[WHISTLING ]

[CREAKING ]

NED:
Hello?

Can I help you?

Hello? Hello?

MARCIE: Come on.
JACK: Coming, I'm coming.

Wind's come up.
Shifted a good 180 degrees.

MARCIE:
Makes me want to hold onto you.

-What about Ned?
-I don't love Ned.

-He keeps acting like such a jerk.
-Neddy!

-Don't call him.
-Thought you wanted to give him...

...one of your motherly lectures.

Look, Neddy's gonna do whatever
Neddy wants to do, you know?

[THUNDERING ]

It's gonna storm. Gonna tear down
that valley like a son of a gun.

I've been afraid of storms
since I was little.

No. Really?

I've had this dream about five or six
times where I'm in a thunderstorm...

Uh-huh.

...and it's raining really hard. It sounds
like pebbles when it hits the ground.

I hear it and I try to block it out
with my hands, only it doesn't work.

It just keeps getting
louder and louder.

And then the rain turns to blood...

...and the blood washes away
in little rivers...

...and then the sound stops.

-It's just a dream.
-I know. I call it my "shower dream".

Hey, hey. This is no dream.
Come on, we're gonna get soaked.

MARCIE:
Wow.

Jack and Marcie are gonna get drenched!

BILL:
Not if they're where I think they are.

That's nice.

I know what we can do.
We'll play Monopoly.

-I hate Monopoly!
BRENDA: Not the way I play it.

-Like what?
-We're going to play strip Monopoly.

-I'll be the shoe.
-You have got to be kidding.

What if Steve walks in?

We'll give him a handicap.
He can keep his boots on. It's easy.

Instead of rent, you pay clothes. Bill
can be banker. Unless he's chicken.

Heaven help you if you land
in my hotel!

BRENDA: Why don't you see if Marcie
left any of that grass?

BILL: What happened to my 500's?
-They're there. Where's my shoe?

[MARCIE MOANING ]

I'm not going to pass "Go"
without a glow.

We rolled for you. You're going last.

Community Chest cannot
give you your clothes back.

Double sixes! I get to roll again!

-We're being hustled.
-I think you're right.

You are so fine.

Where are you going?

I gotta pee.
You're lying on my bladder.

Hurry back, okay?
It's getting cold in here.

-You'll save my place for me?
-Yeah.

Five.

-Baltic Avenue. I'll buy it.
-No one ever lands on Baltic Avenue.

-I think it's a pretty color.
-Okay.

Come on.

Eight.

-Baltic Avenue. You owe me one boot.
-Coming.

Alice draws first blood.

-Terrible way to talk about my feet.
-Thank you.

Who's next?

You know I think I'm beginning
to like this game.

Wait until he lands
on my old Kentucky home.

-More beer? More beer.
-Let's see. A railroad.

Forty Yards to the Outhouse,
by Willie Makit.

Come on, kids,
you can do better than that.

[DOOR CREAKING ]

Jack?

Jack?

Jack? Hmm.

When I looked into that mirror,
I knew I'd always be ugly.

I said,
"Lady, you'll always be plain".

[GIGGLES]

[RUSTLING ]

Hello?

Aha!

[HUMMING ]

[CLANKING ]

Ned?

Hey, come on, you guys.

Olly, olly in free.

It must be my imagination.

BILL: Hello.
-Shit.

BRENDA: Worst run of bad luck
since Richard Nixon.

BILL:
You can call it quits.

Fat chance! You're two steps
from Pacific Avenue and Skin City.

ALICE:
Uh-oh.

What can I say?
It's not much, but I call it home.

[DOOR SLAMS OPEN]

ALICE: Oh, no.
BRENDA: Wait.

-I'll get it. I'll get it.
BRENDA: Get the money.

ALICE: God!
BILL: It's blowing like crazy out there.

I think I left the windows
in my cabin open. Shoot!