Halloween (2018) Script

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(TICKING)

(MUFFLED, INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(FAN BUZZING AND WHOOSHING)

DOCTOR: You're not cold or anything, are you?

Everything all right?

Are you taking any medication?

Hmm? (MAN LAUGHING)

Thank you.

How are you doing this morning?

Did you have a restful sleep last night?

MAN: Oh, yeah. (DOOR CREAKS SHUT)

DOCTOR: You did? MAN: I did.

Any dreams? Nope.

DOCTOR: Sometimes we don't remember our dreams, you know?

MAN: That's right. (DOOR CLANKS SHUT)

DOCTOR: We do dream, but we don't remember when we wake up. No.

DOCTOR: But if we are dreaming some just before we wake up, we remember those.

MAN: That's right.

DOCTOR: Did you know...

A little, uh... uh, useful information.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER P.A.)

MAN: Yeah. DOCTOR: When we wake up and say, "The whole night, I was dreaming this and that and everything," it's only 45 minutes maximum. (ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYS)

Did you know that? Yeah. No, I did not. Yeah.

DOCTOR: So the ordinary dream is ten or 15 minutes.

I'll see you all later.

Where are you going? I'm going to see my patients.

DANA: Testing. Testing.

Check, check, check. One, two, three.

Testing. One, two, three.

We are now at Smith's Grove, uh, rehabilitation facility.

AARON: We're here today to interview a patient that's spent the last 40 years in captivity and, by all accounts, has not uttered a word.

This monster...

(BUZZING) (LOCK CLUNKS)

Good afternoon. Good afternoon.

I'm Dr. Ranbir Sartain.

Great to finally meet you. (DOOR CLOSES)

Thank you so much for taking the time to meet with us today.

We were hoping to have this opportunity before he's transferred to the new facility.

Glass Hill is far less accommodating.

Glass Hill is the pit of hell.

For years, he's been kept here to be studied.

I suppose the state has lost interest in discovering anything further.

Well, that's why we're here.

SARTAIN: Michael has been my life's obsession.

I've examined every single case file written on him.

I was a student of Dr. Loomis before he passed away.

And then I lobbied the University of Illinois to be assigned to Michael myself.

Any progress?

Well, he's been seen by over 50 clinical psychiatrists, and with each, many different opinions.

Dr. Loomis was the only one to see him in the wild.

And he concluded he was nothing more than pure evil.

Our patients get fresh air, sunshine, a view, proper exercise, healthy diet.

It pains me to see him transferred to that less-than-desirable facility.

And there he is.

He can speak.

He just chooses not to.

I'd love to stand closer to him, if I may.

Get a sense of his awareness, or lack of awareness.

Oh, make no mistake, he's aware.

He was watching you as you arrived.

Perhaps you'd like to tie your left shoelace?

Mr. Tovoli here, the gentleman with the umbrella, has a fixation for such things.

Underestimate no one.

Of course.

And now step up to the yellow line.

And no further.

Do not cross the line under any circumstances.

Michael.

Michael.

I've got some people who'd like to meet you.

Hello, Michael.

My name is Aaron Korey.

I've been following your case for years and still know very little about you.

I'd like to know more.

About that night.

About those involved.

Do you ever think about them, Michael?

Feel guilt about their fate?

I borrowed something from a friend at the attorney general's office, Michael.

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You feel it, don't you, Michael?

You feel the mask. (PATIENT WHIMPERS)

Figaro. Figaro!

(WHIMPERS)

(SHUSHING) (DOG BARKING)

AARON: Say something, Michael.

(PATIENTS GRUNTING) (DOG BARKING)

Say something.

(PATIENTS GRUNTING AND MOANING)

(LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY)

(BARKING)

(MOANS)

You can feel it, can't you?

It's a part of you, Michael. (PATIENTS GRUNTING, WHOOPING)

(GROANING) (WHOOPS)

It's a part of you.

(PATIENTS YELLING, WHOOPING)

Say something.

(BUZZING OVER LOUDSPEAKER)

Say something, Michael.

(YELLS) (BARKING CONTINUES)

(WHOOPING) (BUZZING CONTINUES)

(GRUNTING, MOANING)

(YELLS)

(MOANING)

(YELLS)

Say something!

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DANA (WHISPERS): What is it we're after?

AARON: Okay, well, having witnessed the animal in its captive state and failed to provoke any sort of response, we now track down its counterpart.

Could it be that one monster has created another?

And although the iron bars and barbed wire that separate them are both strong and sharp, the metaphysical lines are blurred and slight.

Both exist in isolation, fettered by their own fear and hatred of one another. DANA: This one.

AARON: Here?

Could it be that the only hope of rehabilitation... DANA: Spooky.

AARON: ...is through confrontation?

DANA: "Access has been denied.

Private property. No trespassing." (SCOFFS)

You might need this.

Dana, journalists don't pay for their interviews.

Smile.

We're on camera.

(BUZZES)

(BEEPING)

(CLICK) LAURIE: Yes.

AARON: Hello. Um, we're looking for Laurie Strode.

We're, uh, um... we're-we're making a podcast, and, uh...

We're investigative journalists.

If you have a moment, we've traveled a very long way.

How does $3,000 sound?

(GATE CLANKING AND CREAKING)

(JINGLING QUIETLY)

(CAR PULLING UP)

(BUZZING)

(CLUNKING)

Hello.

May we come in?

And-and sit down and talk?

(BEEPS)

So...

Aaron and I have made several award-winning public radio exposés.

Our last project shed new light on a murder case from 20 years ago.

We like to reexamine incidents with an unbiased lens.

I believe there's a lot to learn from the horrors you experienced.

There's nothing to learn.

There are no new insights or discoveries.

So, is he real?

Who?

The Boogeyman.

I read you quoted...

You don't believe in the Boogeyman?

I believe in Michael Myers, deranged serial killer, but... the Boogeyman, no.

Well, you should.

Okay.

Michael Myers is a human being who killed his sister when he was six years old.

Then he came after you.

We just want to know why.

We want a glimpse inside his mind.

That's why your story is so important.

My story?

AARON: Two failed marriages.

Rocky relationship with your daughter and granddaughter.

Michael Myers murdered five people.

And he's a human being we need to understand?

I'm twice divorced.

And I'm a basket case.

They're transferring him.

Tomorrow, 7:00.

He'll-he'll be locked away until the end of his days.

That's the idea.

Let's talk about when the state came to take your daughter away.

She was 12 years old.

They said you were an unfit mother.

How long until you regained custody?

I didn't.

But you already knew that.

Laurie, we saw him.

We met with Michael.

I showed him the mask.

There was nothing.

No response. Nothing.

He won't talk to anyone.

Never has, but...

I think he might speak with you.

So, why don't you sit down with him and say all the things you must be longing to say.

Come with us, and let us help you free yourself.

Please.

LAURIE: Time's up.

I'll accept my payment.

Get out.

You want to shit under my sink?

I will murder you and your whole family.

(CHUCKLES) (SIZZLING)

I switched from marshmallow fluff to peanut butter.

See if those little bastards eat that.

That ought to kill them. Morning.

I rescheduled my last session, so I can make it tonight.

You really didn't have to do that, Mom.

It's not a big deal.

RAY: You made it into the National Honor Society.

KAREN: Yeah. That is a very big deal.

I just made it to the top of my shop class, making birdhouses and, uh, a checkerboard made of teak.

(CHUCKLES) We're excited to meet Cameron.

That whole family, though, they had a reputation.

KAREN: Ray, come on. RAY: But it's true.

It's a relevant factor. Ray.

Ray. Do you remember the one time Lonnie punched that cop in the face?

Ray. That was a...

(TRAP SNAPS) Oh! Mother...

Oh, man!

I got peanut butter on my penis.

(RAY GROANS) Ew, Dad.

Instant karma.

Cameron is a good guy. He's nothing like that.

You're gonna see when you meet him tonight.

They're all nice guys until they get you pregnant, and then you gotta drive in their pickup trucks, and you clean their guns, and you got children, and you clean guns, and you like to get high with them, and then y'all get fat.

Hey, Dad?

What? Can you stop?

I gotta clean this peanut butter off my hand.

Did you invite Grandmother like you said you would?

About tonight. You said that you'd...

Oh. ...invite her.

Right. I did.

You did? Yeah.

I talked to her yesterday.

She's not gonna be able to come, honey. I'm sorry.

Really?

Yeah.

Baby, she's agoraphobic.

She needs cognitive behavioral therapy, so don't take it personally. (DOORBELL RINGS)

That's Vicky. I gotta go.

Hey, I love you.

Have a good day.

ALLYSON: Bye, Dad. Love you. RAY: Okay.

ALLYSON: So, my mom's a liar.

VICKY: What happened?

(SIGHS) She said that she invited my grandmother tonight, but she didn't.

I mean, she never even contacted her.

How do you know? Because I called her myself.

That's bullshit. Yeah.

Dude, what's your mom's deal? Why would she say that?

I don't know. She just tries to keep me away from her.

Everyone in my family, like, turns into a total nutcase this time of year.

If I were you guys, I wouldn't celebrate, either.

I would just put up a Christmas tree instead.

Just skip all over the creepy Halloween shit, right?

Does your grandma ever talk about it?

Yeah, it's pretty much all she talks about.

It defines her life.

She's been traumatized ever since.

Wasn't it her brother who, like, cold-blooded murdilated all those teenagers?

No.

That's just a bit that some people made up to make them feel better, I think.

I mean, that is scary to have a bunch of your friends get butchered by some random crazy person.

Is it, though? Because, all things considered, there's a lot worse stuff that's happening today.

And, like, I mean, what, a couple people getting killed by one guy with a knife is not that big of a deal.

Dude, her grandmother was almost fucking murdered.

And she escaped, and they caught him, and now he's incarcerated.

I-I'm just saying, like, by today's standards...

Just shut the fuck up, Dave.

Shut up.

Oh, I'm sorry. Yeah, shut up, Dave.

Hey, is it cool with you guys if I explode one of these pumpkin heads?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Yeah. Yeah. Go for it.

VICKY: Oh, he's serious?

He's serious. Oh, God, he's really blowing it up.

I know. He's such a fucking moron.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, Jesus.

(LAUGHING) Go, go, go, go, go.

DAVE: Happy Halloween! (WHISTLES, EXPLODES)

Ah! (GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLING): Cameron.

I got you. That was a good one.

Yes, that was very good.

Hey, do you have everything for your costume tomorrow night?

Bonnie and Clyde must roll as one, after all. Um... no, I mean, I-I'm more focused on tonight.

Tonight?

I-I thought you were joking when you said your parents were old-fashioned.

Be nice, okay? Okay.

It'll be fun.

I'm excited for tonight. I need to calm down.

I'm excited for tonight, okay? Okay.

(GRUNTS) Ooh... (ALLYSON CHUCKLES)

Ugh. You guys are just barf, you know.

You're just... you're two yucky dumpsters, and I want to go diving. Come here. Mwah! No.

Dude, dude. Right here, right here, right?

Oh. Mwah, mwah. CAMERON: Dude, you-you got your little chapped-lip crusties all over me, man, so thanks.

I know. And you're welcome.

It's gross. It's a little part of me for you.

For the rest of your day.

(CHUCKLING): All right? So, do you have everything ready for your costume tomorrow?

Um... about that... What?

Are we seriously not?

You said we were gonna do this whole Halloween dance together.

Now-now you just... you ditch me.

I mean, you just... you-you can't walk all over town breaking hearts. Okay, okay, okay.

Hey, listen, listen. All right?

Love. Truly. Okay, lovebirds, later.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING) (STUDENTS MURMURING)

TEACHER: Now let's open our books to...

Frankl's interpretation.

He said, "Fate took a different course.

"I understand how someone who has nothing left in this world may still know bliss."

His message is totally hopeful.

Even in the most disparaging of conditions, life can find its meaning, and conversely, so can one's suffering.

ALLYSON: I... can't accept this.

Use it for whatever your heart desires.

I'll save it for college, then.

Fuck college.

Go somewhere. Go to Mexico.

Could you imagine?

Yeah, I can.

Look, don't worry about your mom.

She will freak.

But she'll get over it.

Why can't you?

The Boogeyman?

All this hiding, all this preparation, it was for nothing.

I mean, it took priority over your family.

It cost you your family.

If the way I raised your mother means that she hates me...

...but that she's prepared for the horrors of this world, then...

I can live with that.

(SHUDDERING BREATH)

Say good-bye to Michael, and get over it.

Good-bye.

(GUNSHOTS)


(CLICK)

MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Dr. Samuel Loomis, January 22, 1979.

Do you wish to give a statement regarding your former patient, Michael Myers?

LOOMIS: My suggestion is termination.

Death is the only solution for Michael.

GUARD: A2201. Myers, Michael.

Toes in line. Keep a line. LOOMIS: There's nothing to be gained from keeping evil alive. Hands up!

Hands up! Stand up!

A22...

(STUN GUN CLICKING) (SCREAMING)

LOOMIS: A shot of sodium thiopental would render him unconscious.

GUARD: A22... I'll be with him to make sure his life is extinguished. (GUARD CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

My ear on his chest to hear for myself that his vitals no longer function and immediately incinerate the body.

It needs to die.

(DISTORTED): It needs to die!

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(SHACKLES JINGLING)

(QUIET CHATTER)

LOOMIS: It needs to die!

GUARD: Keep moving. Let's go.

Don't worry, Michael.

I'll be by your side.

(SHUDDERING BREATHS)

SARTAIN: Michael Myers is still my patient until he's in somebody else's care, so I'm seeing my duty through till the end.

OFFICER: All right, move out.

(BUZZING)

(BUZZING GROWS LOUDER)

(SCREAMS)

KAREN: ...send my DNA away to a stranger.

Why not? You can find out some pretty interesting things.

Don't... I found out that I'm part Cherokee.

I guess my dad's, like, seven percent Cherokee.

I know Lonnie. I went to high school with him.

He used to sell me peyote. ALLYSON: Dad.

KAREN: Everyone knows Lonnie. RAY: Yeah. - Dad.

I'm sorry. All right. Um... this is a massive overshare for our new friend. No, he did.

I learned a lot about myself with his dad.

Tripped balls out in the woods, me and his dad. Dad.

KAREN: Boy, Ray... Tripping balls. - Dad!

(LAUGHTER)

KAREN: No, really, keep talking.

So, you guys have big plans for tomorrow at the high school? RAY: What are you doing?

Is it a dance or something? Yeah, it's a Halloween...

Costumes? Halloween dance. Yep.

KAREN: Mmm! Costume party.

What are you going as?

Uh, well, I don't know if I'm allowed to say.

Please say. KAREN: Oh, come on.

RAY: Come on. I can...? Okay.

Uh, so we're going as Bonnie and Clyde.

Oh, that's a great idea. RAY (CHUCKLES): Yeah.

Except... Oh!

Oh. No. RAY: Ooh.

Okay, so just Bonnie and Clyde.

That's it. Bonnie and Clyde.

RAY: Bonnie and Clyde with a twist.

Classic. CAMERON: Yeah!

Yeah! - I love that. Nice.

That's so fun. You'll see.

You know how it ended, right?

Their story ended a little... CAMERON: Yes. Hopefully...

RAY: Yes, with the bullets and the bleeding.

Yeah. RAY: You have a jalopy filled with bullet holes from the G-men?

CAMERON: I wish we had one of those.

RAY: It was in Laughlin, like a Model A. KAREN: I know.

Did you talk to Grandmother?

(SIGHS) Yeah.

She said she was gonna come.

She came to my office. We had a nice talk.

Did you? Really?

That's a first. It was nice.

Oh. Do you know where she is, then?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I... That part... Oh.

KAREN: Great timing, Mom. Hi. LAURIE: Uh, I...

You made it. It ran late. I'm sorry.

Hi. I'm so happy you came. Hi, Mom. - Hi, Laurie.

Hi. Hi. I'm, uh... CAMERON: Hi.

I'm the grandmother.

Nice to meet you. I'm Cameron Elam.

RAY: And we're here celebrating our daughter because of her... Yes, I know.

How did it go?

Yes. It looks good on you.

You know, I was in the Honor Society, too.

That's good. Why don't you sit down, Mom?

No, I'm good. Yeah, have a seat.

Or we could go for a walk, if you'd like.

Really? Did it go great? Yeah? Yeah.

It went really... it went, um...

KAREN: Hey, Mom? RAY: That's mine.

I thought you quit drinking. Mmm.

Mom, what are you doing? What is this?

You know, this is exactly why we don't reach out.

Mom.

LAURIE: I'm sorry. I will sit down.

Okay.

Why don't we press the reset button?

Why don't we just start over, okay?

Mm-hmm.

KAREN: All right, Mom...

(CRYING): Sorry. KAREN: Mom.

RAY: Please stop this.

(LAURIE SOBBING)

LAURIE: Sorry.

I saw him.

The Shape.

Mom... I wanted to kill him.

RAY: Okay, that's enough, Laurie.

Laurie, that's enough. I didn't know what to do.

That's enough, Laurie. KAREN: Okay.

I think maybe this is a little bit too much for you, huh?

Why don't we go for a walk, all right?

You said you were gonna try to put the past behind you. RAY: Laurie.

KAREN: Okay? Are you gonna try to do that?

That's what you said you wanted to do.

LAURIE: I can't.

Mom, look at me.

Look at me.

I... CAMERON: Should we, uh...

...really hate to say I told you so, but...

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I'm glad you got to see that.

I never told you how I spent my childhood.

(PANTING)

(WHISPERS): Gotcha.

I learned how to shoot a gun when I was eight.

I learned how to fight.

I had nightmares about the basement.

(TOOL SCREECHING)

Social Services came when I was 12 years old and took me away.

(CREAKING)

I've spent my entire life trying to get over the paranoia and neuroses that she has projected on me.

CAMERON: Yeah, he kind of reminds me of, uh, Gary Hogeboom.

RAY: Yeah, that quarterback thing is all messed up.

ALLYSON: Good times, right?

What is she gonna do with herself?

RAY: I know. It's not your job to save her.

She'll be all right.

(STATIC CRACKLING AND BUZZING) MAN: I can't get reception on this thing ever since the antenna was bent at the car wash.

Why do we have to come out again?

We do this all the time.

What? You don't... you don't enjoy it?

I-I like being out in the woods and...

No, I enjoy it, but I'm missing dance class for this.

And sometimes I would rather do that than hunting.

I mean, is-is-is dance class that important to you?

Yeah, it is. You need some more time in the woods to go hunting and fishing. No.

On weekends, I'll do it with you, Dad.

Like, I really love spending time with you, but right now dancing is my thing, you know, and... it really hits me in the heart. I mean, I...

Dad, look out! Oh!

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(BOY PANTING)

What the hell happened to you, Hoss?

Oh, shit.

Dad, look.

Lumpy, you stay here.

I'm gonna make sure no one's hurt.

You call the police. Okay.

Dad, be careful, please.

Hey, you fellas okay?

(OVER RADIO): ♪ I wish I had you all alone ♪ You all right?

♪ Just the two of us ♪

(LOUD BANG) (GASPS)

(PANTING)

♪ I would hold you close... ♪

(LINE RINGING)

OPERATOR: 911. What is the emergency?

Yes. Um, th-there's been an accident.

Uh, there's a bus.

People running around in the road.

My dad went to look. I-I don't know.

Okay. Hold on.

I'll go check.

♪ I would hold you close ♪

♪ Close to me ♪

♪ So close to me... ♪

Dad?

(PANTING QUIETLY)

(DISTANT LAUGHTER)

(FAINTLY): ♪ Close to me... ♪

(GASPS)

(GASPING)

(GROWLS, GRUNTS) (BOY GRUNTS, PANTS)

MAN (WEAKLY): Run.

BOY: Wait here.

I-I'll go get my dad.

N-No.

Run!

(GASPING)

Dad!

Daddy!

(PAINED GRUNT) (BANGING)

(PANTING)

Don't shoot. Aah!

Oh, fuck! Fuck! (GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING, PANTING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING AND GAGGING)

(CRUNCH)

(MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY OVER SPEAKERS)

"Don't need a credit card to ride this train."

Yo, Hawk, listen, the ball come down loose, that's where you're gonna mess up at. Yo, Hawkins, would you like a strawberry slushie or a blue raspberry slushie?

Can you just bring me a coffee, will you?

I'll get you back later.

Pull a slingshot, it'll go straight down the middle.

But you ain't never gonna beat my score, so it makes no difference what you do.

Say that again. You're never gonna beat my score, so it doesn't make no difference what you do.

MAN (OVER RADIO): Dispatch to unit 601.

We have a 10-50 on Marla Road.

Copy that, dispatch. I'm on my way.

(SIREN WAILING)

(SIREN STOPS)

DISPATCHER (OVER RADIO): Attention, all units.

We got an officer that's 10-23 and a possible 10-50 on Route 20. Will advise.

Sheriff's Department.

(OVER RADIO): Possible 10-98. Over.

If you need assistance, let yourself be known.

Signal 13.

Officer down.

I repeat: officer down.

I need assistance. Send backup right away.

(RADIO BEEPS)

(OVER RADIO): Uh, roger that.

Ten-one, officer down.

Sending EMT and all available units.

(SIGHS): Ooh.

Show your hands!

(QUIET, WEAK BREATHING)

I've been shot.

All right, stay with me. Help's on the way.

What happened in here?

Did he escape?

Who?

Did who escape?

WOMAN: Well, I got a cousin works at a graveyard not too far from here. Hmm.

They got war generals, philanthropists, a beatnik poet.

They got Muddy Waters.

Oh, and they got Bernie Mac.

People come from all over to pay respects.

But this is Haddonfield, and this is our only claim to fame.

Maybe you can explain to me what's so special about Judith Myers.

As she sat combing her hair, unaware, her six-year-old brother crept in quietly with a kitchen knife.

AARON: He then proceeded to slice the base of her skull, scraping her spinal cord.

When she turned, raising her hands in self-defense, he continued stabbing into the nerves and arteries of her palms.

Three more stabs into her sternum, penetrating her heart.

(CROWS CAWING)

(QUIET CHATTER)

SHERIFF BARKER: Hawkins.

Still checking I.D.'s of the patients we recovered to figure out who's who.

Almost all accounted for.

Two of them were checking their e-mails at a local library.

Just found three of 'em holding hands, chasing butterflies at a flea market off the 220.

HAWKINS: Butterflies?

Still no idea what really went down.

Any word from Mr. Rip van Winkle over here?

HAWKINS: Nurses say he's been in and out, lost a lot of blood.

Somehow managed to fall on a bullet.

I'm trying to get the whole story because here's my concern:

Take a look at this list.

Most of 'em minor offenders, mental patients.

One stuck out: A2201.

It's Michael Myers.

Babysitter Murders, 1978.

40 years to this day.

Michael Myers loose with a bunch of nutbags in Haddonfield on Halloween night?

We're gonna have a fucking circus on our hands.

But hey.

What are we gonna do?

Cancel Halloween?

(LAUGHING)

WOMAN (OVER P.A.): Dr. Ray, please pick up line two.

(ELECTRIC TOOL WHIRRS IN DISTANCE)

(BRAKES SQUEAK)

I need to go do a number two almost immediately.

MAN: Can I drive? Come on, get in the car. Move it.

(ELECTRIC TOOLS RATTLE AND WHIRR IN DISTANCE)

Want anything from the shop?

No. No, thank you.

(TOOL CLANGS ON GROUND IN DISTANCE)

Hmm.

Where's the loo? Excuse me?

Bathroom.

It's out that way, around the back.

(DOOR OPENS, ELECTRONIC BELL CHIMES)

(HINGES SQUEAK)

(GROANS)

(HINGES SQUEAK)

(DOOR HITS WALL)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(ONE FOOTSTEP)

(HINGES SQUEAK)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(GASPS SOFTLY)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(ONE FOOTSTEP)

(RATTLING DOOR) Excuse me. Sorry.

Someone's in here.

Hello?

(DOOR OPENS)

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING, AIR HISSING)


(WHISPERS): What the...?

(GASPS, WHIMPERS)

(SHUDDERING GASPS)

(SOBS)

Help me! (GASPS)

(CRYING): Aah! Help me!

Aaron! Aaron!

(BANGS HEAD)

(CRIES OUT)

(SCREAMS)

Aah! Get off me!

(LOCKS DOOR)

(POUNDING, RATTLING) Aaron! Stop!

Help me!

Michael.

Aaron! Aaron!

(GRUNTING)

(HEAD THUMPS) (DANA GASPS)

(GRUNTING)

(AARON'S HEAD THUMPING)

Dana!

No! No, please.

(GRUNTS)

(DANA SOBBING)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

D-Dana!

(DANA SCREAMS)

(SOBBING): Aaron.

(SOBBING LOUDLY)

(CHOKING)

(GASPING): No! No...

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(SLOW, HEAVY BREATHING)

NEWSMAN: Police have not determined a cause of this accident.

Uh, this scene's still very active, of course.

You can see the police tape set up behind me.

That prison bus firmly down in that ditch.

You can see the tow truck, of course, that is trying to get that prison bus out.

A source tells us that bus was transporting personnel from a local state hospital.

FEMALE DISPATCHER (OVER RADIO): 13 A-9.

(MALE DISPATCHER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(OVER RADIO): Roger. (CLICK)

(WHIRRING, SCRAPING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES OVER RADIO)

(WHIRRING STOPS WITH AN ECHOING THUMP)

(PANTING SOFTLY)

(HAPPY SHOUTS, SQUEALS)

(FAINT CREAKING)

(FAINT CREAKING CONTINUES)

Ray?

Allyson?

Allyson? Is anyone home?

Karen? Shh.

What?

Gotcha! (GASPS) - Jesus.

You're dead.

You scared me!

What are you doing in our house?

You mean, how did I get into your house?

You have no security system, Karen.

Your side window was wide open.

Sometimes I can't tell the difference between your stupidity and your ignorance.

RAY: Hey, Laurie, this is my home, and I can take care of my own family, all right?

I know jujitsu. I have studied...

The bus crashed. KAREN: Ray.

What? Look, I have a plan.

Where's Allyson? We need to get out of here now.

What bus crashed?

Put down that gun. Put down... Hey, hey. Back off!

Put down that gun. You're in my... Put down the gun!

KAREN: Mom, you need help, and you are not welcome in this house until you get it.

I have tried to protect you and prepare you.

Now we have to hunt him down.

Yeah, and I am trying to prepare dinner for my family.

The world is not a dark and evil place.

It is full of love and understanding, and I'm not letting your psychotic rants confuse me or convince me otherwise.

Keep the gun. No! You need to go.

Get out!

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

♪ ♪

(WHISPERS): Son of a bitch.

(SIGHS)

BARKER: Hawkins.

Frank!

Yeah?

Look at this.

It's a hospital gown. State-issued.

Get on the phone to Smith's Grove.

Confirm the match.

You know I was there that night. You know.

I was there.

We have one order of business.

That's to hunt this thing down.

There's a reason we're supposed to be afraid of this night.

Trick or treat! Trick or treat!

(LIVELY CHATTER)

(POPPING, CRACKLING) (SHRIEKS)

BOY: Which one should we go to?

BOY 2: They're all spooky.

I'm gonna pick that one over, um, across the street.

(GASPS) Oh, oh, oh, oh.

What the...? Sorry. Hey. Sorry about that.

♪ ♪ KIDS (CHANTING): Black cats and goblins and broomsticks and ghosts, Covens of witches with all of their hosts, You may think they scare me, You're probably right, Black cats and goblins on Halloween night.

♪ ♪

(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

(WOMAN ON TV CRYING, GASPING)

WOMAN: Please!

Please let us out of here! Where did they come from?

(INDISTINCT, PANICKED CHATTER)

(MOVIE CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(WOMAN GASPS)

(HAMMER STRIKING)

(WOMAN GRUNTING) (HAMMER CONTINUES STRIKING)

(BABY CRYING IN DISTANCE)

MAN (ON TV): You are from the other side.

You are the sign.

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

(BABY CALMS)

♪ ♪

(DOOR CREAKS)

(LIVELY CHATTER)

KIDS: Trick or treat! MAN: Hey, guys. Stay together.

MAN: Very scary.

WOMAN: Mila. Mila, no! KIDS: Trick or treat...

Wait your turn. ...smell my feet, give me something good to eat. MAN: Wait, hang on, hang on.

I don't have my stethoscope. Come on!

I need it. I'm gonna get it. We're going to be late.

I'll be right back. Geez!

Look. You're not gonna believe this.

They were in my pocket the whole time.

Did Rebecca give you directions?

Yeah. She did call me.

(CAR DOORS CLOSE)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(PHONE RINGS)

WOMAN: Hey, Sally. How are you?

Really?

That's awful.

Well, I'll keep my doors locked.

(MICHAEL'S MUFFLED BREATHING)

Thanks for telling me.

Billy's still out at a party.

Let me know if you hear anything else.

♪ ♪

Good night, Sally.

(GASPS, SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

KIDS: Trick or treat!

OSCAR: Bonnie and Clyde, you are lady-killers.

You guys are seriously beautiful.

You're seriously beautif... Give me a smile.

Give me a big smile. Just hold her tight.

There we go. Do that. Do that with your ass. (LAUGHS)

(ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ I had this feeling I was staring ♪

♪ Straight into the sun ♪

♪ But I can't walk away ♪

♪ So I just want to crash and burn... ♪

(PHONE RINGING) OSCAR: Okay, so, no, not...

It's Vicky. One second. One sec.

♪ I'm trying to break free... ♪ Okay, you don't... you don't have to take it.

♪ But when you comfort me... ♪ Hi. Oh, my gosh, I wish that you were here.

It is so much fun.

God, I wish I was there. I'm so fuckin' bummed.

It's just, like, so much easier to actually, like, talk to people when you have no idea who they are. Yeah, dude, I told you you'd have fun.

How's Cameron? Is he looking super fine in my grandma's skirt?

He is... so sexy, it's a little too much to take.

(BEEP) But...

VICKY: Where'd you go? No, he's so sweet.

I'm having the best time. You know, you guys should just come over here when it's done.

Dave's already on his way, and he's gonna bring the, uh, you know, the "Alakazam," if you know what I mean.

And Julian's parents aren't gonna be back until, like, super late.

Okay, well, it is a school night, so we're not gonna... "kazam" too much.

Oh, come on. It's a "school night."

Don't be a needy bitch. Get over here.

Okay. I'll see you soon. We'll come over as soon as it's over. Okay, bye. Love you.

I heard you telling your friends to come over here and you're gonna smoke some weed. No. No.

That "Alakazam"? Julian, I'm talking about, like, uh, you know, like, a ma-magic trick, like, "abracadabra." I know you're talking about smoking weed. Don't lie to me.

That's against the rules. I'm telling my mom.

Well, I'm gonna tell your mom about your browser history.

You better not. You can get me in trouble, I can get you in trouble. I'm...

You used to be my favorite, but now you're, like, my tenth favorite boy that I nanny.

And I babysit some fucking loser kids.

If I had some other kind of babysitter, she'd be reading me a story.

I wouldn't be up clipping my nasty-ass toenails.

Uh-huh. Go to bed. You used to be cool.

We used to be friends. But now...

(LAUGHS): Okay. Come on, go to bed.

Wait. It's way past your bedtime.

You want to be a good kid? Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Go to bed, go to bed. How much do you get paid?

Come on, let's go, let's go.

VICKY: I'll get ya. Come on.

(SCREAMING OVER TV)

(KISS) Good night, little dude.

Hey, Vicky.

Can you leave the door open? Just a crack?

Yeah.

Good night.

By the way, you're actually my favorite kid I babysit for.

I like you, too.

Good night.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING SOFTLY)

♪ I don't play, I don't play ♪

♪ I don't play, I don't play ♪

♪ Get your boy in the other lane ♪

♪ Get your boy in the other lane, he know better ♪

♪ He know better than try to step to me ♪

♪ He know better ♪

♪ He know better than to think ♪

♪ I'd come for free, he know better ♪

♪ He know better than to think I'd go for that ♪

♪ He know better, he know better ♪

♪ All up in my face, all up in my grill, boy ♪

♪ 2008, still trying to be hot, boy ♪

♪ Y'all think this is lame ♪

♪ Y'all think this is lame, boy ♪

♪ Nah, homie, I'm straight ♪

♪ Nah, homie, I'm good, boy ♪

♪ Got my girls and I got my hair ♪

♪ Like I'm goin' to Coachella... ♪ That is not what...

CAMERON: Fuck. Okay, that really... that fucked me up. Okay.

♪ Unless it's André 3K, Big Sean or Fetty Wap... ♪ Allyson!

Allyson, come here!

(MUSIC, CHATTER CONTINUE IN DISTANCE)

Wait. Hey, Allyson. No. What was that?

Okay, what? What? Hey, wh... What was that?

What? What's this?

What? Dude, have some discretion, all right?

I don't know what you thought you saw, but, like, I... Kim... literally was talking to me.

Really? She came up to me and, like, whispered in my ear, okay?

You don't have to cry about it.

It's not that big a deal.

So Oscar got you fucked up? No, I got...

I mean, I got me fucked up. I...

Okay. (PHONE RINGING)

Hey, okay, can we just talk? Okay. Don't.

Okay, here, you know what? No.

Your fucking precious phone?

(MUFFLED RINGING) (CHUCKLES)

What the fuck?

You gonna get that?

Or you want me to get it?

♪ They tryin' to hate me, pullin' all their fellas ♪

♪ We don't want 'em, we ain't got time for that ♪

♪ Unless it's André 3K, Big Sean or Fetty Wap... ♪ Hold... hold up, hold up. Wait, wait, wait.

I'm done.

♪ Get your boy in the other lane ♪

♪ Get your boy in the other lane... ♪ OFFICER: This is Unit 14.

I'm out by Old Lady Miller's house. Oh, shit.

I don't see anything suspicious out here. Over.

DISPATCHER: Uh, ten-four. You want to go ahead and, uh, show yourself code two, officially cancel request for assistance?

OFFICER: Uh, affirmative. Over.

(MICHAEL'S MUFFLED BREATHING) (CRICKETS CHIRPING)


(TRASH CAN CLANGING)

(IMITATES NEIGHING) Oh, shit.

Sorry. Hi.

I didn't want to ring the doorbell and wake up the kid.

It's okay. Check it out. Fresh from my patch.

Oh, my God. His eyes are hearts.

I love it. Yeah.

This is Tate. Hello. Hi, Tate.

Hello. What's up? Hi. How are ya?

Do we have the whole house to ourselves?

Is that how this works? Yes.

Sweet. Until Allyson and Cameron get here.

Okay, so, in the meantime, you want to make some popcorn and watch a spooky movie?

Mm, no. All right, wait, check this out.

You're gonna like this.

I went... and got this tattoo. (GASPS)

Because tonight is the night, the one we'll remember for the rest of our lives.

You are so getting dry-fucked tonight.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, yeah? Fuckin' come here.

(PANTING)

(DISTANT THUMP)

What?

What was that? What was what?

Did you hear something?

No. What was it?

I don't know. I thought...

I thought I heard, like, a noise or something.

Yeah, it's probably just Julian taking a dump.

Would you go look?

Do I have to?

Yeah, would you please go look?

Okay.

It was weird. All right. (SIGHS)

All right, little buddy.

Oh, fuck me. I saw someone in the hallway, standing outside my door.

Oh. What's up, buddy?

There was a fucked-up face, watching me from the dark.

Ghosts and goblins, little buddy?

Shut up, Dave! I heard him breathing, and then I saw him. He's in here.

Boogeyman's in this house.

Okay. All right. Come on, I got you.

Let's check it out. Send Dave first.

No, it's fine. It's fine. No, no. No, it's not.

It's okay. Come on. No, it's not. No, it's not.

Come on, show me where you saw Boogeyman.

I'll protect you. I'm strong. I got you. No.

No, Vicky, you go up there first. I'll fight him off.

Come on. I promise. No.

JULIAN: Can you call my mom? VICKY: Yeah.

If there's something in the room, I'll call her.

He was standing right there in-in the door.

VICKY: I'll check it out.

VICKY: Excuse me, sir.

What are you doing in here?

Please, you need to leave.

Please leave.

Vicky?

VICKY: Get out now!

(GROWLS) (JULIAN GASPS)

Gotcha. You fucking kidding me?

You're safe.

Nothing's in here.

You sure? Mm-hmm.

Y-You check behind the curtains?

I checked the whole place.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)


♪ ♪

Sick.

VICKY: See? There's nothing to be afraid of.

There's no Boogeyman in here.

What if it's a doll?

Ooh, it could be, like, one of those weird, like, kid dolls, one of those weird babies, and they stare at you with those beady little eyes. (JULIAN WHIMPERS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(LAUGHING): Oh, fuck, that was... Oh!

Ah, sharia.

(GRUNTS)

Uh, c-could you close the closet door?

Yeah.

(SCREAMS, GRUNTS)

Oh, shit! (VICKY WHIMPERING)

(GRUNTS) Oh, God.

No!

Oh! (GRUNTS)

(VICKY SOBS, GRUNTS)

(VICKY SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING, SOBBING)

Help! Dave!

Help me!

JULIAN: Vicky! (VICKY GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS) Whoa!

Julian, run!

I'll go get help. Dave! Dave! Vicky?

VICKY: Get out of here! (JULIAN SCREAMING)

Don't go up there! You're gonna get killed, Dave.

VICKY: Somebody help me!

Dave, help me! Vicky.

VICKY: No, no, no, no, no, no.

(SOBBING): No, no, no.

(VICKY SCREAMS)

No! No! (KNIFE SQUISHING)

Fuck this.

(METAL SCRAPES, RINGS)

(STEADY, MUFFLED BREATHING)

DISPATCHER (OVER RADIO): All units, we have reports of a domestic disturbance at 707 Meridian Avenue.

Please respond. Over.

Copy that, Dispatch.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

MAN: Okay, guys, don't forget to say thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WOMAN: Come on. That's enough. No, come on.

MAN: No, they can have a little more, honey.

KIDS (IN DISTANCE): Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat.

Haddonfield Sheriff's Department!

Responding to a domestic disturbance!

I repeat. This is Officer Hawkins.

Please respond.

♪ ♪

(TIRES SCREECH) WOMAN: Honey, watch out!

Get out of here! Now!

Let's go, guys. Move.

LAURIE: Get inside!

(DOOR CREAKING SOFTLY)


(BREATH TREMBLING)

HAWKINS (GASPS): Fuck!

♪ ♪

(COCKS PISTOL)

Michael!

(GASPS, GROANS)

(PANTING)

(PANTING, TREMBLING)

(WHISPERS): Oh, shit.

(WHIMPERS)

♪ ♪

(FOOTSTEPS NEARBY)

(GASPING BREATHS)

(WHISPERS): Laurie. Fuck!

Jesus Christ, Frank!

Fuck me! What the fuck?

(LAURIE PANTING)

What the hell are you doing here?

Frank, he's here.

I know.

(SIRENS WAILING, HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER) This way, please.

(DOG BARKING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(SIREN WHOOPS)

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE) BARKER: Look who's up.

Where is he?

You tell me.

SARTAIN: The bus lost control after Michael overtook the first guard and the driver.

He's no longer dormant.

He only knows how to keep moving and to keep killing.

And he will kill again unless he's captured.

BARKER: Come with me for a minute.

You sit still.

Well, I was sitting still anyway.

What do you mean? He's an asset.

He's not an asset. He's a liability.

No, no. He's on this hunt.

Nobody knows Myers better than he does.

Oh, thank you. HAWKINS: You want me to take this injured civilian to go look for a psychopathic serial killer? LAURIE: Sheriff.

Frank. Wha-What are we doing?

We don't need your help right now, Laurie.

You're just standing here! Please do something!

(WHISPERS): Excuse me, officers.

Laurie Strode.

BARKER: Laurie Strode, meet Dr. Sartain.

SARTAIN: I'm Michael's doctor.

Ranbir Sartain.

Oh, you're the new Loomis.

I read everything about you and Michael.

Everything.

Did you know our friend Hawkins here was the first responding deputy when Michael was apprehended in 1978?

He stopped Loomis from killing Michael that night.

Do you know that I pray every night that he would escape?

What the hell do you do that for?

So I can kill him.

Well, that was a dumb thing to pray for.

I'm sure he'll apologize. He just needs to sleep it off.

Cameron doesn't want anyone to see him as a bad guy, but then he gets drunk and gets belligerent and looks like an idiot.

(LAUGHS) And then I look like an idiot for vouching for him.

I'm really tired of everybody letting me down all the time.

You deserve better.

I mean...

(SIGHS) Allyson, you're the coolest, you're the prettiest, and you're the nicest girl in school.

And if anyone doesn't appreciate that, they're a crazy person.

Thank you.

That's very sweet.

Let's get out of here.

I know a shortcut.

HAWKINS: From a clinical perspective, Doctor, would you say that Laurie Strode has lost her fucking marbles?

There are many ways for tragedy and violence to change a victim.

They can grow accustomed to always being afraid, in constant fear.

They can grow weak, they can grow strong.

But there's also the other side.

What other side is that?

The effect on the victimizer.

You see, this is what has intrigued me through my studies.

How does a crime like Michael's affect him?

Hmm? What's that feeling?

Is he on a random path, or is he emotionally driven?

Triggered by something?

Perhaps some unheard marching order imprinted on his very being.

I want to know what he's feeling.

I want to know what pleasure he gets out of killing.

Where is this killer? We gotta find him.

I'm not gonna stand in the way of justice this time.

Remember, he's property of the state.

He mustn't be harmed. Oh, yeah?

We'll see about that.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

♪ ♪ (CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(DOORBELL RINGS REPEATEDLY)

It's not safe here.

Where's Allyson?

Where is she?

Where's Allyson?!

Honey, it's Mom. Can you please call me back the second that you get this, please?

The police said that they evacuated the dance, and I can't get in touch with you.

And they're making us go to your grandmother's house because it's safe...

Sweetheart, this is your grandmother.

There is a police officer waiting at your house to bring you to us.

We're all gonna be together.

Now, do as I say.

(STRAINED GRUNTING) OSCAR: Oh, shit.

It's treacherous as hell here.

Okay. You good?

Take my hand. Okay.

Right here. This is the dumbest shortcut ever.

Watch out for all the poison ivy.

Don't let me fall on that. All right. I got you.

I got you. Okay, I got you. Okay, go.

Oh! Okay.

You did it. Yay.

(LAUGHS) Good job.

Yay.

What are you doing?

I mean, you deserve better.

Right? I mean... No... (GRUNTS)

What the fuck?

I-I... What? You're not with Cameron anymore.

That does not... (TREMBLING EXHALE)

That does not mean I want to be with you.

I thought... I thought you were sending me signals.

Definitely no signals. I'm so sorry.

Please, you cannot tell Cameron about this.

I-I didn't feel anything, either. I swear.

I didn't... Wait, I didn't... You are so pathetic.

I'm going home. You can figure your own shit out.

Sh... Who's there? Wha-What... Hey!

Motion sensor, dumb-ass!

Allyson, I'm, like, really drunk right now. Seriously.

I got really horny at the party, and, like, all these girls were, like, dancing on me.

Their beautiful bodies got me all chubbed out, Allyson.

I... Allyson, please!

They, like... they were feeding me guacamole in all these sexy ways. (QUIET FOOTSTEPS NEARBY)

It's not my... (SIGHS)

Happy Halloween, Mr. Elrod. I'm-I'm just...

I don't know, man. I'm sorry.

I'm not trying to trespass on your yard and shit, man.

I was just trying to take a shortcut with a really pretty girl, and I just...

(SIGHS) I just really like her, man, and I-I thought that she liked me, too.

And I just... it just...

Have you ever really liked a girl and you just couldn't have her?

I'm s... I'm sorry, man.

I'll just... I'll peace out of your hair, man.

Thank-thank you for... (STAMMERS, SIGHS)

Hey, uh... where'd you go, man? You're acting...

(CHUCKLING): Dude, you're acting, like, really sketchy right now. I don't...

Uh...

What's up?

(STEADY, MUFFLED BREATHING)

I'm-I'm-I'm leaving right... I don't...

I'm...

(OSCAR YELLS)

Ow! Oh, my God! Aah! Aah!

Help me! Help!

Please! Somebody!

Somebody, help me, please!

Somebody, please! Please, somebody!

Somebody, please help me! Please!

Please, somebody, help me! Aah!

Aah! Anybody! Oscar, come on.

Please, dear God! Please!

Plea... Please!

Help me! Help me! Help me!

Please help me!

♪ ♪ (CHOKING)

(LOW CHOKING, GURGLING)

(STEADY, MUFFLED BREATHING)

Oscar!

(ALLYSON GASPING, SHUDDERING)

(FOOTSTEPS NEARBY)

♪ ♪

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(KNOCKING) Help! Let me in!

Let me in!

Help!

Somebody!

Help!

Help! Help!

Somebody!

Please!

Help! (GASPING BREATHS)

KAREN: 'Cause my daughter is not calling.

OFFICER FRANCIS: It's safer for you...

She's not texting. RAY: Come on, Karen, let's go inside.

FRANCIS: Everyone's looking for your daughter.

RAY: Let them take care of it. So whoever you had looking for her is obviously not able to identify her.

We're gonna find your daughter. It's Halloween.

We're gonna bring her here. There are kids everywhere.

Karen, come on. There is no way.

Karen. Karen. She had a costume, you know?

We need to go in the house. We have everybody available...

In the last 40 years, okay? (ALL TALKING AT ONCE)

Honey, if you let 'em do their job, they're gonna...

Karen! (OTHERS QUIET)

(SIREN WAILING)

WOMAN: Just breathe. And if you want, we can call...

(TIRES SCREECH)

Stay in the car, Doctor.

You all right? Take deep breaths, sweetheart.

He's... he's down the street. Okay.

Okay. He's back. He killed my friend.

Everything's gonna be all right. It's okay.

Take a deep breath.

We're gonna take you back to your mom, okay?

I'm a doctor. Lock your doors.

Everybody, get back to your houses now and lock your doors.

We're gonna take you to your mom.

Don't worry about him. Don't worry about him.

HAWKINS: Back in your houses now!

SARTAIN: You heard the officer.

WOMAN: What is going on? HAWKINS: Back in your houses!

Lock your goddamn doors.

(LOCK CLICKS)

(CLICK)

(WHIRRING, SCRAPING)

What's this?

It's my childhood.

Let's go.

(LAURIE SIGHS)

♪ ♪

(CLICK)

(WHIRRING, SCRAPING)

(WHIRRING, SCRAPING STOP WITH A THUMP)

(SIGHS)

All right, pick your poison.

I like a revolver. They never jam.

This is accuracy and stopping power.

This is tactical.

He waited for this night.

He's waited for me.

I've waited for him.

Come on, Michael.

♪ ♪

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Allyson, keep your eyes open.

He is out there somewhere. (OVER RADIO): 601.

Suspect reported on 11th, near Saint Park.

Copy that, Dispatch.

I got eyes.

Look! It's him!

Here we go. (TIRES SQUEAL)

Brace yourselves.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

SARTAIN: Don't hit him!

Watch out! SARTAIN: Michael!

(PANTING)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Don't shoot him.

Doctor, get back in the car. No!

You killed him. He's dead.

Stand back. No.

I'm still gonna blow this motherfucker's brains out.

SARTAIN: Get away. Leave my patient alone.

HAWKINS: Get away from the body. Stand back.

I'm not gonna say it again. Step away from the suspect.

Step a... (SARTAIN YELLS)

(GUN FIRES)

(ALLYSON SHUDDERING, GASPING)

(HAWKINS AND SARTAIN GRUNTING)

ALLYSON: Fuck.

Help! Help!

Help!

(GASPING, GURGLING)

(SIGHS, GASPS)

(ALLYSON SOBBING)

So this is what it feels like.

(PANTING)

ALLYSON: Help!

(ALLYSON SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(SARTAIN INHALES DEEPLY)

(BANGING ON WINDOW) (ALLYSON SHOUTING)

(SLOW, HEAVY BREATHING)

(WHIMPERS)

(PANTING)

(SOBBING, PANTING)

(SHUDDERING, PANTING)

Make room for my patient. No! (GRUNTS)

(SARTAIN GRUNTING) (WHIMPERING): No.

ALLYSON (GRUNTS): No!

(EXHALES)

(ALLYSON SOBBING, WHIMPERING) (SARTAIN SIGHS)

(ALLYSON CRYING)

These people want to kill this man for the crimes you observed.

The most important opportunity to understand the mind of evil, you see.

So, when he awakes, we'll be ready.

Ready for what?

The reunion.

Michael's pursuit of Laurie Strode could be what keeps him alive.

I would suspect the notion of being a predator or the fear of becoming prey keeps both of them alive.

(SHIFTS, TIRES SQUEAL)

(BODY THUMPS UNDER TIRE)

OFFICER PHILLIPS: You want a banh mi sandwich?

FRANCIS: A what? What is that?

A banh mi sandwich. What's a...

Wh-What is that? I don't even know what that is.

I love that about you, Francis. You're so predictable.

You're like a PB and J every day kind of guy.

FRANCIS: Oh, here we go.

No, a banh mi sandwich.

Banh mi is essentially just the Vietnamese version of a French baguette.

Mm-hmm. And the term actually refers to the bread and not so much the contents therein.

Mm. But your partner, the greatest partner in the world... Oh.

...made an arrangement with the Vietnamese folks at the restaurant... Mm.

...and had them make you your very own peanut butter and jelly banh mi sandwich.

That sounds disgusting.

I'm not gonna try that. I brought my own food.

I'm very happy with my... What did you bring?

You want to see what I brought?

Yeah, I do want to see what you brought.

Why don't you look at this?

Look at that. Oh.

Fresh brownie. Okay.

Chocolaty homemade brownie. I made that myself.

That's-that's, like, what a five-year-old would eat if they could make their own lunch.

SARTAIN: I worked with Michael for years, but I've never seen him in an uncontrolled environment.

I've never heard him speak, you see.

In spite of my encouragements, he remains unresponsive.

But tonight, so many possibilities exist.

He spoke to me.

He spoke to you? Yeah.

Um, uh, when he murdered my friend, he saw me, and-and he spoke to me.

What did he say?

One word. What?

Let me go, and I will tell you what he said.

You must tell me. I must know. You must tell me.

Let me go, and I'll tell you what he said.

Just stop the car, and I'll tell you what he said.

(GRUNTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

What is that?

PHILLIPS: That's weird, right?

Is that Hawkins?

I don't know.

What was the word?

Was it the sister's name?

Judith?

(SLOW, HEAVY BREATHING)

(WHIMPERING)

What was the word? Fuck.

Michael.

(SCREAMING, GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

606 to 601.

Hawkins.

Answer the fucking radio, burnout.

(HORN HONKING) (OVER RADIO): Hawkins?

(HONKING STOPS)

PHILLIPS (OVER RADIO): 606, 601.

Hawkins, please respond.

Hawkins.

Let's go check it out. All right.

(SLOW, HEAVY BREATHING)

Say something.

(SIREN WHOOPING)

Can you see him?

(ECHOING OVER LOUDSPEAKER): Hawkins, please respond.

Hawkins, please respond.

Let's go and check it out.

All right.

Dispatch, be advised, we got a man down.

He's ten-seven.

No sign of 601.


(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Karen, the lights.

KAREN: What are you doing?

I thought you said we were safer here.

You never wanted to listen when I spoke of that night.

And this is why.

I've been preparing for this for a long time.

You want him to come here.

I'm so sorry, Karen. I'm so sorry, baby.

♪ ♪

(PANTING)


(SIREN WHOOPING)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Any word?

Hey, any word on Allyson?

Hey.

Guys.

(RAY GASPS)

(RAY GASPING)

Wha...? (GRUNTS)

(RAY PANTING)

(RAY GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(DISTANT GUNSHOT)

(YELLS, GRUNTS)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(RAY YELPS) (NECK SNAPS)

Ray!

Karen!

Where's Ray?

Michael's here. Get downstairs.

Go, baby, go!

(WHIRRING, RATTLING)

(PANTING)

(SWITCH CLICKS)

(WHIRRING, RATTLING)

(CLUNK) (WHIRRING, RATTLING STOP)

(WHIMPERS)

(GASPING, GRUNTING)

(YELPING IN PAIN)

(GROANING)

(COUGHS, GASPS)

Mom!

(LAURIE GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

Mom!

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(GUN BLASTS) (LAURIE GRUNTS)

(PANTING RAPIDLY)

(WHIRRING, RATTLING)

(BOTH PANTING)

(WHIRRING, RATTLING)

(LIGHTS CLUNKING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

(CLUNKING)

I was wrong to raise you the way I did, but at least I can protect you.

Nothing will happen to you. (KAREN GASPING)

I know you thought this was my cage.

(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS, FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

KAREN (GASPS): I'm scared.

(SLOW, HEAVY BREATHING)

(KAREN GASPING)

♪ ♪

(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS)

(CLUNKING)

(GUN CLICKS, SHELL CASING DROPS TO FLOOR)

(SHUDDERING BREATHS)

I have to finish this.

Mom.

(WHIMPERING): I love you.

I love you, baby.

(SWITCH CLICKS)

(WHIRRING, RATTLING)

(CLUNK) (WHIRRING, RATTLING STOP)

(WHIRRING, RATTLING RESUME)

(CLUNK) (WHIRRING, RATTLING STOP)

(FOOTSTEPS ABOVE)

(FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE ABOVE)

(QUIET GASPING)

Come out, Michael.

(FOOTSTEPS IN OTHER ROOM)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(RATTLING)

(LOUD CLUNK)

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

♪ ♪

(RATTLES, CLUNKS)

(PANTING)

(GASPS, WHIMPERS)

(SHUDDERING)

(EERIE, DISTORTED GIGGLING)

(DISTORTED SHRIEK)

(WHIMPERS)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAM FADES IN DISTANCE)

(FOOTSTEPS)


(PANTING QUIETLY)

(RATTLES, CLUNKS)

(DOOR CREAKS, BANGS OPEN)

(PANTING)

(QUIET CLINKING)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(LAURIE GASPS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS, PANTS)

(QUIET, SHUDDERING BREATHS)

(WHIMPERS)

(GASPING, GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS, GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(STRAINED GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(WHIMPERS, SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING)

(SLOW, HEAVY BREATHING)

♪ ♪

Mom.

(GASPS)

Grandmother?

(GASPING)

ALLYSON: Grandmother?

(PANTING)

Baby.

(GASPS) Mom.

He's coming. Come on.

Shh. Come on. Come on. Where's Grandmother?

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS) (SLOW, HEAVY BREATHING)

I couldn't... I couldn't find you guys.

Where is everybody? It's okay. It's okay.

(CLUNK)

(FOOTSTEPS ABOVE) (ALLYSON PANTING)

(KAREN SHUSHING)

It's gonna be okay. I'm locked in a cage.

It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.

(DEEP CREAKING)

(WHISPERS): Everything's going to be okay.

(SHUDDERING BREATHS) (SHUSHES QUIETLY)

(SLOW, HEAVY BREATHING)

(FOOTSTEPS, CREAKING ABOVE)

(SLOW, HEAVY BREATHING)

(SHUDDERING): Mom, I'm so sorry.

I tried to stop him from coming here.

(KAREN SHUSHES QUIETLY)

(BANGING, CREAKING)

Okay. Okay. (FOOTSTEPS ABOVE)

(GRUNTS) (BANGING)

(ALLYSON SHUDDERING) (KAREN SHUSHING)

(BANGING, CREAKING)

(REPEATED BANGING)

♪ ♪

Stay back.

(BANGING CONTINUES)

Get back! Get back, get back.

(GASPING): Oh, God.

(GASPS, SCREAMS)

(GASPING, WHIMPERING): Stay back.

Mom?

Help us!

I can't do it.

I'm sorry. I can't do it.

Gotcha.

(GRUNTS)

(THUDS)

Happy Halloween, Michael. (BLADE RINGS)

(GRUNTS FIERCELY)

(GRUNTING, YELLING)

Come on, Allyson!

Come on, Allyson! Allyson, go!

Allyson, come on!

Go!

Karen, come on, baby. Come on!

(PANTING, WHIMPERING)

Oh, God! (SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING, GRUNTING)

I got you!

(SCREAMING)

Allyson, run!

Go! Go now!

LAURIE: Come on, kick him!

KAREN: Allyson! Allyson, go! LAURIE: Go!

(YELLS)

KAREN: Now go!

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

(GAS HISSING)

Okay. It's not a cage, baby.

(ALL PANTING)

It's a trap.

Good-bye, Michael.

(FLAME RUMBLING)

(WHOOSHING)

(EXPLOSIVE WHOOSH)

♪ ♪


♪ ♪

KAREN: Oh, God, someone's coming.

Someone's coming.

(COUGHING)

Hold her. I got her.

I got her. Go!

Go, baby, go!

Hey!

Help us.

(PANTING)

♪ ♪

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♪ ♪


(MUSIC FADES)

(RECORD SCRATCHES) (INTRO TO "CLOSE TO ME" PLAYS)

♪ Close to me ♪

♪ Close to me... ♪

♪ So close to me ♪

♪ Close to me... ♪

♪ I would hold you ♪

♪ Close to me ♪

♪ I wish I had you ♪

♪ All alone ♪ ♪ All alone ♪

♪ Just the two of us ♪

♪ I would hold you ♪

♪ Close ♪

♪ Close to me ♪

♪ Close to me... ♪

♪ So close to me ♪

♪ Close to me... ♪

♪ I would hold you so close ♪

♪ Close to me. ♪

(SONG FADES) (SLOW, HEAVY BREATHING)