The Dialogue Of The Lost Encounter With Abel In Friday the 13th Part 3
The last couple of years, information has been brought to the forefront about the lost scene in Friday the 13th Part 3, where Abel, Chris and Rick meet. One of the first photos of this encounter surfaced in early 2009 in the form of a contact sheet. Since then, savvy Photoshoppers have extracted single frames from the sheet to display for fans. The one question remains, how did the trio's encounter occur and what did they say?
Thanks to Michael Avallone's book, Friday the 13th Part 3, we now know those circumstances. The book was published in 1982 and based on the original shooting script before rewrites and on-set changes affected the final product. Below is an excerpt of the book which details Chris and Rick meeting up with Abel. Rick's character was named Derek in the original draft of the script, so remember that fact when reading the following.
From Michael Avallone's Book:
With the moon for company and the darkened landscape yielding to the beam of the flashlight. Chris and Derek were still making their way back to the cottage. The road was rutted and twisting and treacherous. Derek found that out the hard way. An unseen pothole brought him down, twisting his ankle and making him fall forward, the flashlight dropping from his hand. Amazingly, he landed in the arms of a dark figure standing just before them. Derek gasped in surprise as the man clutched him. Strangers on a dark night are never exactly comforting.
But Chris, quick to act, retrieved the flashlight and turned it on the newcomer’s face and relaxed. It was the ancient hitchhiker of the morning, the raggedy, gaunt old bum who called himself Abel.
“What are you doing out here?” she demanded angrily
Derek regained his feet, his ankle tender but unbroken.
“You know this guy?”
“Sort of,” Chris admitted. “We ran into him today coming here in the van. He’s kind of—well, unusual.”
Abel’s whiskered face and burning eyes reacted to the glare of the flashlight. “I’m one of the Flock as are you, my brother and sister”
Derek made a face. “Yeah—sure—come on, Chris. I think we should be going.”
But the tall, ragged Abel blocked their path, raising his long arms as if in benediction. “I can’t let you go,” he declared.
“Look, old man,” Derek said, quietly. “We don’t want any trouble. Stand aside.”
“Then turn around, Brother, and walk away from trouble.”
Derek started to fume, thought better of it and took Chris’s arm. “Chris—let’s go.” He hobbled past the tall, gaunt Abel. Chris followed him without looking back. Abel, arms still raised and eyes burning with some inner conviction, solemnly intoned in a rising, cultured voice, “Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil. . . .”
Thanks to Michael Avallone's book, Friday the 13th Part 3, we now know those circumstances. The book was published in 1982 and based on the original shooting script before rewrites and on-set changes affected the final product. Below is an excerpt of the book which details Chris and Rick meeting up with Abel. Rick's character was named Derek in the original draft of the script, so remember that fact when reading the following.
From Michael Avallone's Book:
With the moon for company and the darkened landscape yielding to the beam of the flashlight. Chris and Derek were still making their way back to the cottage. The road was rutted and twisting and treacherous. Derek found that out the hard way. An unseen pothole brought him down, twisting his ankle and making him fall forward, the flashlight dropping from his hand. Amazingly, he landed in the arms of a dark figure standing just before them. Derek gasped in surprise as the man clutched him. Strangers on a dark night are never exactly comforting.
But Chris, quick to act, retrieved the flashlight and turned it on the newcomer’s face and relaxed. It was the ancient hitchhiker of the morning, the raggedy, gaunt old bum who called himself Abel.
“What are you doing out here?” she demanded angrily
Derek regained his feet, his ankle tender but unbroken.
“You know this guy?”
“Sort of,” Chris admitted. “We ran into him today coming here in the van. He’s kind of—well, unusual.”
Abel’s whiskered face and burning eyes reacted to the glare of the flashlight. “I’m one of the Flock as are you, my brother and sister”
Derek made a face. “Yeah—sure—come on, Chris. I think we should be going.”
But the tall, ragged Abel blocked their path, raising his long arms as if in benediction. “I can’t let you go,” he declared.
“Look, old man,” Derek said, quietly. “We don’t want any trouble. Stand aside.”
“Then turn around, Brother, and walk away from trouble.”
Derek started to fume, thought better of it and took Chris’s arm. “Chris—let’s go.” He hobbled past the tall, gaunt Abel. Chris followed him without looking back. Abel, arms still raised and eyes burning with some inner conviction, solemnly intoned in a rising, cultured voice, “Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil. . . .”
