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: Don't shoot, please! Sheriff Garris
: You in show business, kid? You sure know how to make an entrance. Tommy Jarvis
: Listen, Jason is alive! He killed my friend... Sheriff Garris
: You better slow down, kid. You already almost got your head blown off. Tommy Jarvis
: Will you listen, dammit? Sheriff Garris
: Don't piss me off or I really will repaint this office with your brains!
: Now, that's what's known in the book as "screwing the pooch."
: You have me where you want me. There's no reason... Sheriff Garris
: If I had you where I wanted you, they'd be pumping your ass full of formaldehyde.
: This kid really wants us to believe his story. Sheriff Garris
: That's not what worries me. It's how far he'll go to actually prove it.
[Tommy suddenly turns off road
] Sheriff Garris
: Fucking-A! What did I tell you? Hit the noise and the cherries.
: That's my daughter's car. Officer Pappas
: How do you want us to proceed? Sheriff Garris
: With extreme care, asshole! If the kid's with her, there's every good chance he'll try to do something crazy. Tommy
: [In the car; to Megan
] Please don't do anything crazy.
: That, what we call it in the books, is screwing the pooch! Iron this punk!
: Holler if you see anything. Officer Pappas
: Like what? Sheriff Garris
: Anything that don't belong.
: You mean the Jason of Camp Blood? Tommy Jarvis
: Yes. Sheriff Garris
: Mike, over here! Deputy Rick
: [Garris arrives and Rick points to the ground, where they see arms and legs of a paintball player
] I'll order up some body bags. Sheriff Garris
: [referring to Tommy
] Our boy sure wants us to believe his story. Deputy Rick
: Well, he picked the right day to pull this shit. Sheriff Garris
: What do you mean? Deputy Rick
: Happy Friday the 13th.
: Please, sheriff. You'll see we dug up it up. Sheriff Garris
: Well, he must've got chilly in the night and pulled the dirt back over. Tommy Jarvis
: That's not right. Somebody covered it up. I got to see it.
[Rick draws for his gun and points it at Tommy's head
] Deputy Rick
: Freeze it, psycho. Sheriff Garris
: Now see what you've done. You made my deputy draw his revolver. He's been dying to try out his mail-order laser scope. Deputy Rick
: Wherever the red dot goes, you bang.