Halloween (2007)
[Mice squeaking]
Come on, sweetie pie.
Morning, Elvis.
You're a pretty Elvis, aren't you?
Yes, you are.
Yes, you are.
Jesus Christ, Ronnie, you know I have to f*cking work tonight.
Somebody around here has got to make some money.
I'm all broken up here, bitch.
I can't work.
- Yeah, and whose fault is that?
- f*ck you.
Oh, my God, you're pathetic.
You know that new waitress over at the Bingo Lounge?
She's been giving me the freaky eye.
Oh, the whore with the big tits hanging down to her knees?
Maybe I'll choke the chicken, purge my snorkel all over them flappy-ass tits.
Good.
Well, have a good f*cking time.
- I will.
- I hope she likes cripples.
Bitch, I will crawl over there, and I will skull f*ck the sh*t outta you!
Oh, I'll get the crutches for you.
See what you did?
f*cking loudmouth.
Waah!
Waah!
That's all that fucker does is cry.
Waah!
Waah!
Cry and sh*t.
Cry and sh*t.
Just like you.
That's all you do is cry and sh*t.
f*ck you and set it on my pole right now, bitch.
f*ck off.
Mom?
Can't you see I'm making eggs over here?
I'll pass.
Since when?
Since now.
They're chicken abortions, and they're f*cking gross.
They are not chicken abortions.
Like you know what an abortion is.
You know what, can you please go upstairs and get your brother?
Why do I always have to do it?
Just do it!
Don't you give me that look!
Man, that bitch got herself a nice little dumper.
- What did you just say?
- You heard me.
No, say it again, Ronnie!
Say it to my face!
Oh, what's the matter?
You jealous of your own daughter's ass?
- f*cking pig.
- Aah!
You f*cking whore!
[Baby crying]
All right, now clean it up!
- Go on.
- I'm not gonna do this anymore!
Michael.
Stop jerking off in there.
Get away!
Hey!
Get your ass downstairs and wash your hands, you little sh*t.
I'm not listening!
Aaaahhh!
Let me tell you something.
That freak of yours, he needs some serious discipline.
I mean, he runs around like a little bitch.
You leave him alone.
Keep your hands off him.
Give me a f*cking break.
He's probably a q*eer.
He's gonna grow up, end up cutting his d*ck and balls off and changing his name to Michelle.
There he is.
Good morning, Michelle, ma belle.
What the hell took you two so long?
Elvis d*ed.
I had to flush him.
Oh, honey, I'm sorry.
We'll get you a new one after school, okay?
Okay.
What'd you do to him, stroke him to death?
Uh, Elvis.
Elvis!
Uh!
Uh!
Uh!
You know what?
It's a f*cking rat.
Who pays money for a f*cking rat?
I mean, it's a g*dd*mn rat, man.
Morning, Boo.
"Morning, Boo." Take that damn thing off.
You are starting to annoy me, boy.
I hate you.
And I hate you, too.
You see this?
As soon as this heals, I'm gonna break it again on your f*cking face!
[Mom]
Enough, all right?
Can we just eat in peace for once?
[School bell rings]
[Urinating]
What a f*cking p*ssy, dude.
I told you he wouldn't fight.
He's all f*cking talk.
I was like-- We were fighting, right?
You were there.
He was like, "I'm not gonna fight you." I was like-- Yes!
I know where he lives.
- You want to egg his house?
- We can totally do that.
- Yeah.
- Oh.
Hey, sh*t-pants.
What's going on?
You know, um...
I heard your sister got caught selling blow jobs in the bathroom.
I heard they had to pump the cum out of her stomach.
[Sucking sound]
Hey, Mikey, how's your mom doing?
You know, my old man said that for a buck she'd rub her tits on his face.
Shut up.
What the f*ck did you say, f*gg*t?
- Mikey's upset.
- Look how tough he is.
Hey, ball-licker, check this out.
I was thinking of making copies of Mommy for the whole school.
- f*ck you.
- Hey!
Tough guy!
Think she'd suck my d*ck for a quarter and let me suck her tits?
- Shut up!
Shut up!
- Don't f*cking yell in my face, you bitch!
f*ck off!
What the hell is going on here?
Break it up!
I said break it up!
You over there, you over there, you there.
- He started it.
- Shut up!
f*ck you.
What did you say, son?
I said f*ck you.
f*ck me?
Come here.
Come here.
- My bag!
- Grab it!
Again?
Again?
Jesus, what is it with you and this g*dd*mn school?
I cannot keep coming down here like this.
Look, Miss Myers, I do not enjoy calling you down here every five minutes.
Really?
It sure seems like you f*cking do.
Can't you get control over your school, principal?
Yes, I can get control.
I can control my school.
There's something you gotta know.
Will you just relax a moment?
Please sit down and let me talk to you.
- Please.
Please.
- Okay.
What?
Please, sit down.
- Thank God.
- Hi, Jim.
How are you?
Is this her?
Miss Myers, this is Dr.
Loomis.
I took the liberty of calling him in.
- Happens to be a child psychologist-- - Thank you, Jim.
Psychologist?
May I ask you, has your son ever had any kind of serious psychiatric evaluation?
Okay, I've had enough.
This is crazy.
- Miss Myers, please.
- I gotta get back to work.
- I gotta go.
- Please, ma'am.
We only want the best for the child.
Please don't take offense.
Please, sit down.
Sit down.
Thank you.
Look, uh, Miss Myers... we found this... in Michael's school bag.
Come on.
Big deal.
He found a dead cat.
And these.
What is that?
I hope you're not squeamish, Mrs.
Myers.
Oh, God.
Oh, this is really sick.
Are you saying Michael did this?
Michael loves animals.
He-- Why would he do this?
Mrs.
Myers, typically the thrill of hurting or causing pain to smaller creatures, it's often an early warning sign.
Early warning sign for what?
For much deeper and bigger problems.
[Mrs.
Myers]
What do you mean problems?
What is this?
[Loomis]
He's a very disturbed young man.
I have to evaluate him, and I'd like to interview him.
I need to take him through a series of tests.
[Mrs.
Myers]
Well, you can talk to him, but what does-- what does evaluating him-- what does that mean?
[Loomis]
Obviously, he's a very deranged young mind that can do this to his pets.
[Mrs.
Myers]
You don't know that he did that.
f*ck, man, if I get one more f*cking detention, I'll be f*cking expelled.
My old man's gonna b*at my ass.
We gotta get that piece of sh*t on the weekend so we don't get in trouble.
Dude, if I see that Myers p*ssy, he's f*cking dead.
You want it?
Huh?
Do you want it?
Aah!
Ow!
What the f*ck?
Oh, you're so f*cking dead.
Oh, please stop.
Stop!
Please.
Please.
Please no!
I'm sorry.
Don't hurt me.
Just-- I'm sorry.
No, no, no, don't.
Don't.
Please.
Please.
Please.
Don't hurt me.
No.
[Thud]
[Screaming]
[Thud]
[Gasping]
- [Screaming]
- [Thud]
[Music playing on TV]
Hey, clown.
Hey.
Psycho boy.
Cat k*ller.
Do you really t*rture and k*ll all them worthless animals, boy?
Make you feel like a real bad-ass m*therf*cker k*ller, huh?
That is some deep-ass, serious, faggoty-ass sh*t, man.
Judith, I'm gonna be late!
"Judith, I'm gonna be late!" You really are a whiny little bitch, you know that?
Ronnie, knock it off.
Ma, Judith is wasting all my time.
I really shouldn't even let you go after that sh*t you pulled today at school.
Oh, Ma, please?
All right, Michael, calm down.
Tomorrow things are gonna change around here, so I suggest you live it up tonight.
Judith!
Here.
What?
Would you do me a favor and please take your brother trick-or-treating?
Why don't you have that subhuman sloth over there on the couch do it?
You know, if I could get that lazy drunk off his fat ass, I would.
Bitch, if you don't think I ain't making a mental list of all your f*cking bullshit!
Sweetie, look at me.
I know things have been bad, but tomorrow we start to make everything better, okay?
- Yeah.
- [Doorbell rings]
I like your hair curly.
It looks pretty.
Thanks, sweetie.
Have fun trick-or-treating, okay?
Don't eat too much candy.
Hey, Mrs.
Myers.
I want you out by 11.
- What'd I do?
- I know what you do.
Whatever.
What about trick-or-treating?
Are you kidding me?
Go by yourself.
Aren't you too old for that, anyway?
Whatever.
Sorry, squirt, but have fun.
[Kids]
Trick or treat!
##
[Love Hurts]
# Love hurts #
# Love scars #
# Love wounds #
# And marks #
# Any heart #
# Not tough #
# Or strong #
# Enough #
# To take a lot of pain #
# Take a lot of pain #
# Love is like a cloud #
# Holds a lot of rain #
# Love hurts #
# Ooh, ooh, love hurts #
[passionate moaning]
[Giggles]
What if your dad hears us?
Hold up, man.
That f*cking drunk-prick f*ck Ronnie ain't my dad.
Okay, l-- I didn't know.
My daddy's in heaven, okay?
Okay.
I'm sorry.
Close your eyes.
Keep them closed, all right?
I got a surprise for you.
Open.
Aaarrrgghhh!
Aaahh!
[Laughs]
- Wow.
- What?
Take that stupid thing off.
Oh, come on, babe.
I want to do it with the mask on.
[Music playing on TV]
[Snoring]
[Candy tinkering on floor]
[Candy tinkering]
[Snoring]
[Laughing from outside]
[Muffled gagging]
[No audible dialogue]
Uhh!
Uhh!
Uhh!
Uhh!
Uhh!
[(Don't Fear) The Reaper playing in headphones]
[Giggles]
Steve, stop it.
Stop.
Once a night is enough.
Stop it.
Michael?
Michael, what the f*ck are you doing in here?
Answer me.
Michael.
Michael!
Answer me!
What the f*ck-- Michael!
Answer-- [crying]
[Kn*fe slicing]
[Screaming]
- [Kn*fe slicing]
- [Screaming]
Happy Halloween, Boo.
[No audible dialogue]
Jesus, what the hell happened now?
Sweetie, what are you doing out here?
It's freezing.
Michael, what's going on?
Michael, answer me.
Give me the baby.
Michael, what is going on?
Answer me.
[Sirens approaching]
[Chattering, indistinct]
[Screaming]
...in connection with tonight's brutal murders.
[Screaming]
[Reporter]
...the Myers family, and was described by police as Manson-like in its viciousness, and more horrific than anything Hollywood could imagine.
Judith Myers' nude body was found lying face-down in a pool of blood in an upstairs hallway.
Apparently she had been stabbed 17 times.
Her boyfriend Steven Haley's body was found in the kitchen downstairs, the victim of an apparent vicious b*ating with an aluminum baseball bat.
Along with Myers and Haley, a third victim, Ronnie White, who was found bound to a chair, White's neck slit wide open with a kitchen Kn*fe and stabbed numerous times in the face and chest.
Of course we'll have much more on this horrific story as it develops.
But for now, three people brutally m*rder*d, and a 10-year-old boy, Michael Myers, being held in custody.
I'm standing outside Smith's Grove Sanitarium where late last night, 10-year-old Michael Myers was transferred after being found guilty of first-degree m*rder.
Myers' verdict comes after one of the lengthiest and most expensive trials in the state's history.
In attendance during this trial, Dr.
Samuel Loomis.
Loomis has now been appointed by Judge Masterson to oversee Myers' care while incarcerated here at Smith's Grove.
Hello, hello, hello.
Can you talk in there?
Hi, I'm Michael Myers.
Okay, okay.
That's fine.
That's good.
That's good.
Okay, we're on.
How are you feeling today?
Good.
Could I ask you something?
You can ask me whatever you want.
That's why I'm here.
If you have anything on your mind, feel free-- anything.
Okay.
Why do you talk so funny?
Talk so funny?
Tell me, Michael, what do you remember about... that night, Halloween?
What do you mean, like my costume and candy?
So you remember nothing about the k*lling?
You remember nothing about getting a Kn*fe?
- I didn't do that.
- Oh, okay.
But you were covered in blood.
Whose blood was it?
I don't know.
[Loomis]
Case: Michael Myers.
To the untrained eye, there's nothing visually abnormal with this angelic young boy, but one must remember not to be fooled by his calm, unassuming facade.
[Michael]
Can I go home today?
[Mrs.
Myers]
No, not today.
[Michael]
Tomorrow?
I don't know.
I have to talk to the doctor about that.
[Classical music playing on PA]
- Hey, Mommy.
- Yeah.
Is everyone at home okay?
Everything's okay at home.
Okay.
Hey, Mikey.
How you doing?
Look, you can't let those walls get you down.
Believe me, I know.
I spent a little time behind walls.
I know they can drive you crazy.
You gotta look beyond the walls.
You know, learn to live inside your head.
Hey, there's no walls that can stop you there.
All right, I gotta get back to work.
Now you take it easy, Mikey.
Look at my mask.
Oh, wow.
Beautiful.
Yeah.
Why is it all black?
'Cause it's one of my favorite colors.
Well, actually black isn't a color, is it?
It's the absence of color.
In the spectrum of colors, you go from black, which is no color, all the way through to white, which is every color.
So technically-- not that it really matters-- but black isn't a color.
Why did you make it?
I have my secrets.
Wait a minute.
I thought we had no secrets, you and I.
Because no one sees me.
Yes, they do.
I see you every day.
Your mom, she comes every week.
Anybody else?
No.
[Loomis]
Michael has begun to obsess on the construction of these primitive masks.
It is the rare occasion that he will allow himself to be seen without one of these.
Only during the weekly visits from his mother does he show brief glimpses of the boy he once may have been.
Do you like my mask?
When did you make this?
Just yesterday.
I like the mask because it hides my face.
I don't like you to hide your face.
Take it off.
It hides my ugliness.
Sweetie, don't say that.
Take it off.
You're not ugly.
Don't talk like that, okay?
Okay.
I miss you so much.
I miss you, too.
[Loomis]
Michael's so-called normal moments are becoming fewer and fewer, and I'm particularly worried about this.
I believe that these masks have begun to create a mental sanctuary in which Michael can hide within himself and from himself.
# Deck the halls with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la, la la la la # f*ck you!
f*ck you all!
- I hate you!
- Let it out!
Shut the f*ck up!
I gotta get out of here.
Just let me out!
I hate this world!
- I don't want to be here anymore.
- I know.
It's okay.
- I just want to go home.
- It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Why can't I just go home?
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
I'm afraid you can't go home.
Why?
Because you've done terrible things.
Come here.
Come on.
It's okay.
It's okay, Michael.
[Loomis]
Michael's downward slide into this hellish abyss continues.
I fear he's on the verge of completely shutting down.
I managed to persuade the suits to let you come outside and sit out in the garden.
All right, gardens.
Hardly a charming place, but at least there's a bit of greenery.
But please, I mean, if you don't communicate with me, how can I help you?
I'm here to help you.
I feel an utter failure at the moment, that I just can't get through to you.
And you know, they're going to see in my reports that you're not responding, and-- you know, they may take me off the case.
I don't know.
I hope not.
I need to get out of here.
Yes, that's not going to happen for a while, Michael.
Michael, take off the mask.
Honey, you don't look good.
You have to eat.
Come on.
- Put my mask back on.
- Michael.
Please put my mask back on.
Come on.
Let's try to enjoy the day.
[Loomis]
The child christened Michael Myers has become a sort of ghost, a mere shape of a human being.
There's nothing left here now.
[Classical music playing on PA]
Well, before I go, I brought you something.
I found it.
I thought you might like to hang it up in your room.
I thought you'd like it.
Well, I guess I'll see you next week.
I'll walk you to the car.
Bye, sweetie.
Nurse, sit with Michael.
I'm taking Mrs.
Myers to her car.
- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.
Cute baby.
Couldn't be related to you.
You know, he's been silent now for two weeks almost.
We really may want to consider maybe shock treatments.
[No audible dialogue]
What happened?
What happened?
What happened there?
Hey!
[No audible dialogue]
[Film projector running]
[g*nsh*t]
[Baby crying]
So you don't f*cking talk a lot, do you, Max?
g*dd*mn it, we're gonna get one thing straight.
I don't work for you.
You may have worked here for many years and done all manner of things, and I suppose that's because you're a hard worker.
Most of you people are.
All your women keep your little bungalows clean, sweep off the dirt floors-- keep the papooses in order and all-- but I'm my own boss, all right?
I retire in about three months, and you're still gonna be here for a long time.
Now open the door.
Don't take no orders from anybody.
[Claps hands]
Let's go, f*ck-nut.
Time to go.
- Hey!
Don't touch those.
- What?
He doesn't like it when you touch the masks.
God damn, I wouldn't want the bum to freak out.
Sorry about these chains, Mikey.
What do you mean, you're sorry about these chains?
You got feelings for this big idiot, is that what it is?
What's the dig goin' on, Ismael?
What the f*ck, man?
You know what?
I've been taking care of this kid for almost 20 years.
And me and him-- You know what?
Never mind.
Just shut up, man.
Just keep your hands off his things.
Don't look at me.
I'll be a shitstorm in your worst nightmare, m*therf*cker.
I'll come in here and f*ck this place up one night, you watch.
[Loomis]
I really don't know what else to say, Michael.
You haven't said a word for 15 years.
Christ, that's a lifetime.
That's nearly twice as long as my first marriage.
Wow.
It's strange, Michael.
In a weird way, you've become like...
...like my best friend.
It just shows you how f*cked up my life is.
I've done all I possibly can for you.
So I'm sorry to tell you that this is going to be my last day.
Michael...
I have to move on.
I'm sorry.
Take care, Michael.
Take care.
These eyes will deceive you.
They will destroy you.
They will take from you your innocence...
your pride... and eventually your soul.
These eyes do not see what you and I see.
Behind these eyes one finds only blackness, the absence of light.
These are the eyes... of a psychopath.
Michael was created by a perfect alignment of interior and exterior factors gone violently wrong-- a perfect storm, if you will.
Thus creating a psychopath that knows no boundaries... and has no boundaries.
[Buzzers sounding]
[Door slamming]
Kendall, I really don't appreciate being called out of my favorite watering hole to come down on the f*ckin' graveyard shift.
If you do me dirt on this one, I'll f*ckin' hold it against you.
Hey, you know what?
I'll f*ck her.
You don't want to f*ck her?
I'll f*ck her.
Right here.
Mikey, Mikey, Mikey.
Here we go.
I want you to meet Cousin Noel.
- Hi, there, sweetie.
Hi.
- Huh?
Oh, we're just here to look in on you.
We know it's your first night and all.
We just want to see how you are.
Oh!
- Aren't you a pretty little thing?
- Not bad, huh?
We're just makin' sure everything's okay.
Oh, now, we're okay.
Hey.
Ooh, look at those little titties.
You're right!
Oh, look at there.
- What else is under there?
- [Screaming]
No, no, no, no, no.
Oh, yeah!
Whoo!
We got ourselves a fighter!
A fresh one!
You done good, cousin.
Hah-hah!
- I got an idea.
- Okay.
I got me a f*ckin' bona fide, sure as sh*t idea!
- Keep her f*ckin' quiet.
- God, shut up.
[Door opens, slams shut]
[Kendall]
Oh, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey.
Hello, Mike!
Hey, Mikey.
We brought you a little company.
Yeah, we got you some new, fresh meat, baby.
f*ckin' bitch.
You want some of that?
- Come on, baby!
- [Whimpers]
- Show us you're a man, huh?
- [Screams]
You want some f*ckin' p*ssy?
[Sniffs]
Yeah.
You want some f*ckin' p*ssy, huh?
Yeah.
Mm, that's good.
How 'bout some of that, k*ller?
He ain't gonna do it.
Let me lick-- Let me just-- - You wanna f*ckin' fight, huh?
- [Screams]
- Come on, bitch.
- f*ck the sh*t outta her.
- Come on!
Get on her!
- Yeah, baby!
You f*cking tard-ass f*gg*t, come on!
Yeah!
You a f*gg*t, boy?
[All screaming]
You a f*gg*t, huh?
What the f*ck?
Hey, you son of a bitch!
Son of a bitch!
Let him go.
Kendall!
What the f*ck, Mikey?
It's Kendall.
It's Kendall, Mikey.
[Telephone rings]
[Ring]
[Ring]
[Ring]
Gloria?
[Ring]
[Breathing erratically]
[Ring]
[Ring]
[Gasps]
[Speaking in Spanish]
En el nombre del Padre, y del Hijo, y del Espritu Santo...
Mikey, what are you doing out of your room?
Okay...
Now, don't do nothing we're both gonna regret later, okay, Mikey?
I'm gonna have to get you back into your room, okay now?
Let me get these.
I'm just gonna... get these handcuffs and...
I'm gonna try to put these handcuffs on you right now, Mikey.
And then we'll get you back into your own bed, okay?
Mikey!
I was good to you, Mikey.
I was good to you, Mikey.
[Coughing]
- [Crash]
- [Telephone rings]
[Ring]
Hello.
- Sam.
- Who is this?
Sam, it's Koplenson.
Who?
Dr.
Koplenson from Smith's Grove.
He's out.
Michael's out.
sh*t.
What?
He broke out a few hours ago.
Sam, it's a-- it's a f*cking m*ssacre.
I'm coming right away.
All right.
Oh, sh*t.
##
["Tom Sawyer"]
# A modern-day warrior Mean, mean stride #
# Today's Tom Sawyer Mean, mean pride #
[horn honks]
Oh, f*ck!
Gotta leave the truck.
All right, boys.
Grizzley's back in town.
Who's got the cr*cker Jacks?
Grizzley's back!
All right!
Look it here.
That's a new paint job.
Don't mess it up.
Don't scratch it.
Yeah.
Oh, man.
Oh, my goodness.
Ooh!
# The world is, the world is love and...
# Naughty girl.
Naughty, naughty girl.
Hey, buddy, just to give you a heads up, I got a taco deluxe supreme talking back at me, so I'm going to be a while.
So do you mind waiting somewhere else and let me pass this beast in peace?
Look, brother... if you're looking for some kind of action, you better take it on the arches before I'm done dropping this load.
Or you're going to be one sorry A-hole.
I see.
What we got here is... a failure to communicate.
You just hold on, Daisy.
I've got something for you.
Let me introduce myself.
I'm Joe Grizzley, bitch.
And I'm going to cut that mask right off your face, you-- Get-- Get back!
I ain't scared!
Come on, what-- # Mr. Sandman...
# Mason, Laurie!
- Morning.
- [Sighs]
Where are my g*dd*mn glasses?
- Jesus, Cynth, I'm gonna be late.
- On your head.
- Oh, sh-- I'm gonna lose my mind.
- Move.
Excuse me.
- You gotta be kidding me.
- Now what?
It says here Nickel's Hardware is going out of business.
Yeah, well, good.
They're a rip-off.
And Mr.
Nickels is a horny old pervert.
Okay, don't even want to know.
Guess what, Mom.
Mr.
Nickels likes to touch me the wrong way.
Ooh, whoo, Mommy!
Okay, that is so not funny.
Want a screwdriver, Mommy?
You want a hammer?
Look at this, Mom.
Oh!
- Laurie, stop!
- I'm sorry.
Okay.
- Are you eating?
- No, I'll get something at school.
- Oh, my God.
- [Dad]
Oh, sure.
Just let the faceless marauding corporate monsters of America destroy everything beautiful about this town.
Corporate monsters or not, Epic Mart's a lot cheaper.
Oh, man, I gotta get out of here.
- Thanks again for dropping that thing off.
- No sweat, Dad.
Just shove the envelope inside the mail slot, okay?
Yeah, Dad, I know.
They're coming by to look at it later, honey.
- So, it's very important that-- - Dad, okay.
I understand.
Muy importante.
- Love you.
- Love you, too.
Have a good day.
Mason, you forgot your briefcase, honey.
- Ah, sh*t.
- Ah, sh*t.
I feel like "What round is it?" Yeah.
Oh, uh, you think you could... glue Mr. Bones' arms on or something?
- Have a good day, baby.
- Yeah.
Top on my priority list.
Hey, Laurie!
- Wait up!
- Oh, God.
- Leave me alone, Tommy.
- Wait.
Definition: Stop walking.
- Can I ask you something serious?
- Sure, why not?
Did you ever hear about the Mexican Wolf Man?
- No.
- Yeah, well, he's real.
- I saw him on TV last night...
- Yeah.
And his name's Danny, and his face is completely covered with hair.
And he likes soccer.
I swear it!
They showed-- - Okay.
- He's a wolf!
Tommy, I have no idea what you're talking about.
Lay off the candy corn, kid.
Stop acting like I'm crazy.
It's true!
Tommy, I'm your babysitter.
You're crazy.
- I know this.
You're crazy.
- Ooohhh!
[Laurie]
All right, gotta make a stop here.
[Tommy]
Whoa!
What are you, insane?
Oh, my gosh, Tommy, I'm not even listening to you.
You'd better listen to me.
He's right there.
What are you, crazy?
You can't go in there.
Oh, yes, I can.
Hold my books, please?
That's the devil's house.
The Boogey Man lives in there.
Yeah.
Oh, no, Tommy.
Don't even joke about it.
I'm serious.
Oh, you're scaring me.
The Boogey Man will get me or Danny the Wolf Man.
Oh, no, Tommy.
Oh, no!
Oh, no, it's pulling me-- Oh, no, Tommy, it's pulling me in!
Ha ha ha.
It was just a joke.
Chill.
I wish it wasn't.
Come on, hurry up.
Chill, spazz-monkey.
Thanks.
That's no place to screw around, Laurie.
- It's not a big deal.
- Not a big deal?
Do you know whose house that is?
Come on.
- It's going to be fine.
- Yeah.
What if something happens?
- Laurie, what is going to happen?
- I don't know.
It's going to be fine.
What is going to be fine?
Annie wants me to pretend to baby-sit Lindsey Wallace, then sneak out and dump her with me so she can go and see Paul.
Sounds like one of my crafty ideas.
- Yeah.
- I like it.
Anyway, I thought Paul was, like, grounded for trashing his dad's motorcycle.
Oh, yeah.
No, he was, but he got out of it.
- You know.
- Yeah.
Please?
What if they come home early?
Dude, they are not going to come home early.
Okay?
Mrs.
Wallace is a lush.
They're going to be out all night getting hammered.
Yeah.
Annie, I really hate lying.
You know that.
God, what are you, Mother Teresa?
- No.
- Yes, she is.
Look at her.
She's like a little angel.
- She's Mother-f*cking Teresa.
- Stop.
I am not!
Please?
- All right, I'll do it.
- Yes!
You owe me big time.
- I love you.
- I love you.
Did you know that ethyl alcohol boils at 78.5 degrees Celsius?
- I didn't know that.
- Yeah.
That's pretty cool, right?
Call me back.
This is all your fault.
I mean, you're responsible.
I cannot be responsible for everything that goes on in here.
- What about you?
- No, no, no, no.
You're not pinning this on me.
- He was your patient, Doctor.
- Was my patient.
Look, all you guys had to do was to play zoo-keeper.
Just keep the monkeyhouse locked until the monkey d*ed of old age.
How difficult is that?
Christ, you can barely tell he's breathing half the time.
He's been like a comatose kitty for 15 years.
If our security wasn't sufficient, Sammy, you should have warned us.
I see.
So you're just going to wash your hands of the whole thing.
You know, you two make me sick.
"He is mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf." We've given the authorities his complete profile.
Two road blocks and an all-points bulletin wouldn't stop a 5-year-old.
Well, what do you want us to do?
Yes.
I mean, what do you want us to do?
I want you to get on the phone, and I want you to tell them who broke out of here last night.
And I want you to tell them exactly where he's going.
Christ, we don't know where he's going.
It must be great living in denial.
I must try it sometime.
Look, you and that army of shirt-tuckers up there, you know damn well where he's going.
And where is that?
Haddonfield!
Haddonfield's a hundred miles away from here.
[School bell rings]
This is so f*cked.
What, me suspended from the squad?
I don't mean to sound conceited, but I'm, like, the f*cking hottest cheerleader they've got.
Yeah, Lynda, that doesn't sound conceited.
What, so now nobody can take a joke anymore?
- What did you say?
- Check it.
So Lady f*ck-face gives us three new cheers to learn, so I'm like, "Hey, why don't we just rock it commando, flash some snatch?
And maybe nobody will notice we're doing the same old tired cheers."
- Oh, you didn't.
- Oh, yeah, I did.
- Yeah, you did.
- Yeah.
You know what that dried-up f*cking bitch did?
- What?
- Calls my dad and tells him what I said.
- Yeah.
- Oh, my gosh.
That C-U-N-T, yeah, needs to get laid.
What did your dad say?
Oh, who cares?
I'll just give him the little sweetie-pants princess suck-up routine.
Daddy's little pookie would never say something like that.
Gosh, ever since your parents split up, you have your dad wrapped around your little finger.
Totally wrapped.
- Hey, b*tches!
- Hey, Annie.
- Thanks for waiting for me.
- Whatever.
Hurry your ass up.
God.
Hey, I heard about your little cheerleading incident.
Yeah, I'm totally famous.
You're totally a slut.
Yeah.
[Laughs]
Anyway, today in class, in French class, Mr. Leclerc was totally flirting with me.
- God, here we go!
- We were conjugating the verb "to want." - Because he so wants you!
- Je veuxl Je veuxl - Oh, my gosh.
- Bare Leclerc.
Bare Leclerc wants me.
I think that guy's watching us.
- What guy?
- That guy over there.
Yeah?
- Oh, please.
- I saw him outside school earlier.
Probably just some pervert cruising school poontang.
Yeah, wait.
Watch this.
Hey, freak!
Hey, freak, you want some of the young stuff?
You like that?
Well, come and get it.
- Hey!
- Lynda, stop.
Hey, assh*le.
My daddy's the sheriff.
Huh?
Why don't you go crawl back under your f*cking rock?
- Yeah, whatever.
- See, I told you.
He's just some stupid f*cking pervert.
- Total pervert.
- Gosh, you guys are crazy.
That guy could have been dangerous.
- Oh, God.
- Whatever.
- What is he going to do?
- I don't know.
Oh, my God.
You should date him!
- You should!
- You guys!
Come on, let's go get something-- [horn honks]
- Oh, no, 5-0.
- Hey.
Hi, Dad.
Hey, Mr. Brackett.
- Nice furry hat, Mr. Brackett.
- Thank you.
What's up, Dad?
I'm on my way home.
Anybody want a ride?
Yeah.
Hell, yeah, I'll take a ride.
- No.
- You guys?
Bacon-mobiles make me nauseous.
- Nice.
- Bye, Annie.
- See you later.
- Bye, guys.
Hey, kiddo.
- Kind of a drag having a pig as a dad.
- Nah, I like him.
Yeah?
Do you think he was flirting with me?
- You are so demented.
- Totally.
- Yeah.
See ya.
- Bye.
- I hate you!
- [Laughs]
Aw, how cute.
Would you please help me with this stupid thing?
Okay, okay, okay.
Jeez.
Mom, why do you deal with this every year?
Because for some unbelievable reason, your father likes it.
- The feet look like the hands-- - It's not working.
And the hands like the feet, and I can't get the thing in the hole, and-- - Oh, I can't get it!
- Calm down, I'm helping-- Oh, I got it.
- You got it?
- Will you try and get those right?
Okay, I'll try.
Oh, jeez.
I've been out here for two hours doing this.
There.
- Hey, do you want me to get-- - Just hang himself.
No!
I'm still upset about the whole bagel thing this morning, if you want to know the truth.
Mom, that was a joke.
- Oh, yeah.
Well, let me tell you.
- It was a joke.
There are some things moms don't need to hear.
- Yeah, I'm 17.
- I know you're 17.
You're the best, Mom.
[Chuckles]
[Man]
Yeah, it's right over here.
[Loomis on phone]
Yeah.
Hello?
Yes, uh, Sheriff Brackett, please.
Dr. Samuel Loomis.
Yeah.
Hello?
He-- Oh, sh-- ugh!
Can I borrow your cell phone?
This thing's about as useful as a row of Christmas puddings.
[Chuckles]
Oh, no.
I don't have one.
Causes brain cancer.
Oh, yeah.
Right.
You know, I remember this mess just like it happened yesterday?
It was tragic.
The poor woman, I guess she couldn't stand the stress of being labeled "Satan's mother." I think she blew her f*cking head off.
I'm still amazed.
A young boy like that butchering all those people.
And the doctor involved-- I think he wrote a book or something.
f*cking blood money.
Yeah, I read that book.
It was a masterpiece.
- Now, are we close?
- Yes, it's just here.
I gu-- - g*dd*mn son of a bitch!
- What?
Those f*cking kids!
Jesus Christ!
Don't they think I have anything better to do with my time than clean up this sh*t?
f*cking little idiots!
God damn it!
Where the hell are you going?
Who would do sick sh*t like this?
I think I know whose grave that is.
[Turns engine off]
Dude, it f*cking totally sucks that they're selling this place.
It's reduced.
Maybe I can buy it.
Yeah, with like, your $10 you have in your piggy bank?
It's a sh*thole anyway.
I'm going to miss it.
Don't worry, dude.
We'll find another house to party in.
Besides, I'm gonna get the van all jacked up.
You're gonna want to spend more time in there anyway.
[Passionate moaning]
Wait, wait!
Wait, just like that.
Oh, God.
Oh, wait.
Wait.
Right there, right there.
- Hold on!
- Wait, my calf is cramping, man.
Why'd you stop?
Oh, God-- Oh, f*ck.
A f*cking little warning would be nice.
- f*ck.
- I'm sorry.
Jesus.
- Get me another beer.
- You get it.
I'm the one that just did all the heavy lifting.
All right, I'll go.
So, seriously, on a scale from 1 to 10, should I have a 5?
How about... zero?
- More like-- - Zero.
More like zero plus 11.
[Radio playing]
[Changing radio dials]
["(Don't Fear) The Reaper" playing on radio]
[Ringing]
- Hello?
- Yo, Mama.
What up, dude?
- Nothing much.
- Oh, what's wrong?
I was just thinking about what Annie said earlier today, concerning my so-called "cheerleading incident." I don't know.
It's kind of bumming me out.
f*ck, dude, who put all the empties back in here?
You don't think that, do you?
Lynda, I don't think you're a slut.
Come on, that's ridiculous.
I don't give a sh*t what Annie thinks anyway.
But I care what you think.
Aww!
f*ck!
What-- What the f-- Jesus, Bob, could you move your pokey ass a little slower?
Well, could you?
Well, that's cute.
See anything you like?
Okay, enough.
Joke's over.
Beer, please.
Hey, Casper the Friendly assh*le Ghost, hand me my beer.
Well, f*cking hand it over, dip-sh*t.
Why do you have to become such a f*cking jerk every time we do it?
You think you'd be grateful that I let you touch me with that thing.
And anyway, you're not a zero.
You're a f*cking minus 5 or something.
Whatever.
What'd you do to this beer?
What about this big one here?
That looks perfect.
- You mean, like, this one here?
- Yeah, that one.
- Yes, yes, that's lovely.
- .22 Smith & Wesson.
- That's good.
- Yeah.
That's okay if you want to just piss it off.
If you want to blow its f*cking head off... this is what you want.
.357 Magnum.
Wolff mainspring, polygonal rifling.
Beautiful, beautiful.
Poly what?
- Muzzle velocity of 1,450 feet per second.
- Great, just wrap it up.
- That's fine.
- Okay, okay.
- Take it easy.
- Thank you.
Yes.
I'm in a bit of a hurry.
If you could just wrap it up, that'd be great.
- Thank you.
- What are we hunting?
- Girls, you look so beautiful.
- Little princesses.
- Trick or treat.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
- Here's some candy.
- Oh, Happy Halloween.
- You, too.
- Bye, you guys.
- Thank you.
Bye.
So cute.
I cannot believe you're graduating this year.
I remember when you used to run around looking like that.
Mom, I was never a princess.
Last thing I was at their age was dead Little Red Riding Hood.
You were this beautiful ballerina-- No, you bought me the blood and you gave me the cuts.
"My costume's too tight."
- You don't remember that?
- I never wore a tutu.
You getting many kids?
Only two so far.
Listen... be careful tonight.
I know.
A lot of nut cases come out on Halloween.
It's, uh-- What was it you told me to say?
- Amateur night.
- Yeah, that's right.
Amateur night.
Dad, I'm just going to be babysitting.
- What's the worst thing I could do?
- All right, okay.
- I'm just saying.
- Nice.
- All right.
- Sorry.
- Aah!
- Mom, st-- Hi, Mr.
And Mrs.
Strode!
- Hey, Annie.
- Hey.
How's your dad?
Oh, you know, same as always.
- You know what that means?
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Love you guys!
- Love you, too!
- Bye-bye!
Gonna give me some lovin'?
I'll give you some lovin' later, but first you're going to talk about the vacation.
I'm going to go build a fire.
Vacation.
I hate vacation.
Let's stay home.
Aaahhh!
No!
No!
You leave my baby alone, you-- [cr*ck]
Okay, Tommy, here's your jelly sandwich, hold the peanut butter.
Good.
You know, if you listened to me the first time, you wouldn't had to have made it twice.
- Laurie?
- What?
Is the Boogey Man real?
Why are you so obsessed with the Boogey Man, Tommy?
- Well, I hear things at school.
- Like what?
Well, I heard that on Halloween night, the Boogey Man sneaks out and att*cks kids who don't believe.
You know what, Tommy?
It is true.
He likes to eat little boys like you.
Oh, my God!
The Boogey Man's here!
We're going to die!
[Telephone rings]
Hold that thought.
That's not appropriate babysitter behavior, Laurie.
Hello?
[Laurie]
Shut up.
- My parents will hear about this one.
- Yo, it's me.
Hey.
So the Wallaces are finally out of my face.
I just talked to Paul.
He's on his way over.
So I'm finishing making the Queen of Sheba her popcorn, and then I will be over.
I have some fun and exciting news for you, so I'll see you in a few minutes.
Okay, bye.
- Guess what, Tommy.
- What?
Lindsey Wallace is coming over.
What?
She can't come over here!
- What if the guys see her?
- So?
One, she's a girl.
Two, she's not a boy.
And three, she smells like you.
This is going to be a long night.
For the both of us.
- Don't start with me.
- Uh, uh.
What's the matter with you?
Lindsey... get your coat on.
We're going to go over and see Tommy Doyal.
Okay.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
Yeah, exactly.
I said get your coat on.
We're going over to your late-night lover Tommy Doyal's house.
No, you didn't.
Yes, I did.
No, you didn't.
Don, I'm sorry if I don't sound too concerned, but a dead coyote and a missing headstone doesn't prove anything.
Well, I think you're wrong, Sheriff.
I think it does prove that he's here in Haddonfield.
It was a Halloween prank.
Kids pull sh*t like that all the time.
The stone will be returned tomorrow.
And besides, it weighs over half a ton.
That's my point exactly.
So you're saying that one man picked it up and walked away with it?
Yes.
Doc, I may have been born, but I wasn't born yesterday.
I'm sorry, Sheriff, but please listen to me.
This may be a matter of life and death.
All right, I'll tell you what I'll do.
You come by my office tomorrow-- Tomorrow is too late.
Evil is here.
It's walking amongst us.
Doc, it sounds to me like you're talking about the Antichrist.
Well, perhaps I am.
Smell my feet Give me something good to eat If you don't, I don't care I'll pull down Annie's underwear I can't believe you're making me haul this thing all the way over there.
I can't believe you think I'm not going to tell.
Gonna share some popcorn with your little boyfriend?
No, I'm not.
You know you are.
You know you're going to share something with Paul.
You know how annoying you are?
How?
Trick or treat, smell my feet.
Give me something good to eat - If you don't, I don't care-- - I swear to God, Lindsey.
If you don't stop singing that song, we're going to have a pumpkin-smashing party right here in the middle of the street.
[Doorbell rings]
Tommy, where's your girlfriend Laurie?
Laurie's not my girlfriend.
I hate girls.
Why doesn't anyone understand this?
Good.
So does Lindsey.
Go worship your god.
- Hey.
- Brought you a present.
Thanks.
You, my dear, will be happy to know that I talked to Paul about his buddy Ben Tramer.
Oh, I thought you said Ben Tramer was Ret*rded.
Yeah, but he's not Shortbus Ret*rded or anything.
What?
He's okay.
- I mean, you need a boyfriend!
- Annie, I don't need a boyfriend.
- No, that's not what I meant.
- I'm fine.
- You need-- - Okay, Annie-- Oh!
Oh!
Yes!
Yes, Annie!
Okay, ok-- All right, you're right.
I need a boyfriend.
So, what did he say?
He said, and I quote, "Dude, she's f*cking hot."
- Really?
- Uh-huh.
[Honks horn]
Oh, f*ck, that's Paul.
I gotta go.
- Have fun.
- Thanks, I will.
- Bye, sexy.
- Bye.
Hi, baby.
- What's up?
- How are you?
I'm good.
How are you?
Good.
You have to stop thinking that we're dealing with a normal man here.
We're dealing with a soulless k*lling machine, driven by pure animal instinct.
Dr.
Loomis, I'm going to have to level with you.
I read your book.
I know exactly who you are, and frankly, I don't like you.
And I'll tell you something else.
I think you have created quite the masterpiece of a monster off the blood of this town, because monsters sell books.
Please, just look at this photograph on the cover of the book.
All right.
I first met Michael 17 years ago.
When I first met him, he was a sweet, charming little boy.
But he had nothing inside.
There was something missing, a void.
There was no conscience, no reason, even a rudimentary sense of life or death, right or wrong.
Yeah.
He's come back for her.
And who is her?
He's come back for his baby sister.
I know it in my bones, Sheriff.
To do what?
I don't know, Sheriff, but...
it's not good.
If I break a promise I made a long time ago, then you must promise that you will play it razor, and I mean razor, straight with me.
[Telephone rings]
[Mr. Strode, on machine]
Hello.
You have reached the Strode residence.
[Mrs. Strode]
We can't come to the phone right now.
[Mr. Strode]
So please leave a message and have a...
[both]
Happy Halloweenl [beep]
Yeah, this is Sheriff Brackett.
Hello?
If you can hear me, pick up.
Please, if you can hear me, I need to talk to you immediately.
[Hangs up phone]
Let's go.
- Laurie?
- What, Tommy?
I would like to return to the subject we started earlier this evening.
What?
Your hatred of peanut butter?
No, the Boogey Man.
I need some closure on this topic.
I've heard all about this.
What do you want to know, Tommy?
Why would he only att*ck kids who don't believe?
I mean, it doesn't make sense.
Is it because if you believe, then you're protected by his powers?
Okay, Tommy, enough about the Boogey Man.
It's nonsense.
I'm with Tommy on this one.
Yeah.
Why do you keep avoiding the subject, Laurie?
Is-- Is she scared?
- Maybe she is.
- Ooh, yeah.
- Maybe you're scared!
- Are you scared?
Okay, stop!
Stop!
Leave me alone for five seconds, please.
- Five, four, three...
- You guys...
- Okay, please don't.
- Two, one.
No!
No!
I'm going to tell your parents!
Hey, don't pull it like that.
You're going to stretch it all out.
- Come on, munchie.
- Stop.
This is expensive, idiot.
- You want to f*ck me?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- You're so f*cking hot, babe.
You want to f*ck me?
I want to hear you say it.
- I'm gonna f*ck you.
- Yeah?
Say it again.
It's so f*cking warm.
Oh, my-- What's the matter?
[Screaming]
[Dogs barking]
[Moaning]
[Crying]
Lindsey, it's time for you to go home.
But the movie's not over.
You can finish watching the movie at your house.
- How about during the commercial break?
- Negative.
Go get your jacket!
You heard her, girl.
Keep on marching.
Ugh!
I am Queen Sheba, okay?
- Bow down and worship me.
- Go get your jacket.
Are you sure you're okay while I take Lindsey home?
- I'm fine.
- Are you sure, little Tommy?
- You'll be by yourself!
- I'm fine, now stop asking!
- Are you sure?
- Yes!
- He's scared.
- No, I'm not.
- Yes, you are.
- Shut up.
Okay, you guys.
Stop.
Behave, Tommy-Wommy.
[Giggling]
[Siren wailing]
About 17 years ago, I respond to a 911 which turned out to be the Myers woman's su1c1de.
And I see this beautiful, innocent baby sitting in this bloody mess, and I can't imagine this child growing up with a stigma around her neck, so I omit her from the report, I drive her to another town, and drop her off at the nearest emergency room.
And I think that this is going to be the end of it.
About three months later, I find out from a friend of mine, Mason Strode, that he's adopted the baby.
Oh, my God.
- Cold?
- Yeah.
Okay, come here.
- Did you have fun?
- Yeah.
You sure?
Yeah.
Annie?
We're coming in.
You better be decent.
- Where are the lights?
- Here.
[Screams]
Annie!
Oh, my God!
Lindsey, run home!
Go call the police!
Go!
Help!
Help!
Help!
Oh, my God, honey!
Are you okay?
Oh, baby, what happened?
- He's in-- - I'm going to call the police.
Okay?
I promise.
sh*t!
- 911.
- I need an ambulance, please!
My friend's bleeding to death.
[Crying]
Laurie!
Laurie!
Laurie!
My name is Laurie Strode, and I'm at 1987 Winchester Drive.
We have a 911 call, 1987 Winchester Drive.
This is Brackett.
What's the nature of the emergency and who called it in?
Two-stabbing-victim call placed by a Laurie Strode.
He's found her!
He's found her, for God's sake!
- How long's it going to take to get there?
- It's about ten minutes.
Laurie!
Please, you've got to help her.
Laurie!
Baby!
Baby, hold on, okay?
Annie, they're com-- Help!
Help!
Please!
Help!
Help!
Please!
Help, please!
Someone!
Tommy!
Tommy, open the door!
Open the door!
Tommy, open the door!
Tommy!
Open the door!
Open the door!
Tommy!
Open the door!
What's going on?
What's happening?
Where's Lindsey, Tommy?
- Where's Lindsey?
- She's right there!
- She's upstairs!
- I'm right here.
Go upstairs!
Tommy, go upstairs!
Guys, get in the bathroom!
- He's coming!
- Stop!
Shh!
Tommy, be quiet, please?
[Chatter on TV, indistinct]
I got this.
You check upstairs.
Right.
This is the police.
Are you all right?
He's out there!
Please help us!
The door's locked.
Are you able to unlock the door?
Are you able to open the door?
Yeah.
Laurie, no.
Is he gone?
No, there's no one out here.
Please, just unlock the door.
Yeah, hold on.
- No!
- Open the door.
Oh, God!
Freeze!
Aah!
[Screaming]
[Sirens approaching]
Stay behind me.
Annie?
Sweetie?
Annie.
Annie.
Oh, sweetie.
Stay with me.
Stay with me.
They'll be here soon.
Come on, darling.
Jesus.
Over here!
Inside here!
- Boogey Man!
- Help!
Guys, over here!
- The Boogey Man!
- What is it?
Help!
The Boogey Man!
- What?
What?
- He's over there!
He took Laurie.
He took Laurie away.
Okay, guys.
Go over and stand by that ambulance and just wait there.
Don't move!
Lynda?
Lynda?
Lynda, wake up!
Lynda, wake up, please!
Lynda, wake up!
Lynda, please wake up!
Lynda, please!
Please, please, please wake up!
He's going to come soon.
Lynda, wake up, please!
Who are you?
What do you want?
No, no, please.
Please don't hurt us, please!
No, please don't hurt me, please!
I don't understand.
Please, just let-- Please leave me alone!
I don't know them!
Please!
I want to help you.
I just don't understand.
I want to help you.
I just don't know how.
I want to help you.
I don't-- You m*therf*cker!
[Screaming]
Someone help me!
sh*t.
Let me out!
f*ck!
Let me out!
Somebody, please help me!
Please!
Somebody, please!
Get off!
Help me!
Please, please.
Please.
Help!
Somebody, please!
No, please, please.
Help!
Somebody, please!
Help!
Help!
Somebody, please!
Please.
Please.
No.
No.
No.
sh*t.
Please!
Somebody!
Michael!
Stop!
Michael, it's me...
Samuel.
Michael, please stop!
Help!
Please!
Please!
Stop!
Stop!
Michael!
sh*t.
Help!
Stop!
Please.
Help me, please.
It's all right.
It's all right.
You're safe now.
It's okay.
Ow, my leg.
It's okay.
It's all right.
Was that the Boogey Man?
As a matter of fact, I do believe it was.
Jesus Christ!
What the hell?
Michael, don't!
Michael, stop!
For God's sake, listen to me!
Look...
it's not her fault.
Michael, it's my fault.
I failed you.
Please, let her go.
Please.
Open!
[Thump]
[Pounding continues]
[Screams]
[Screams]
[Screams]
[Click]
[Spits]
[Click]
[Click]
[Screams]
[Sirens approaching]
[Screaming continues]
# Mr. Sandman #
# Bring me a dream #
# Make him the cutest that I've ever seen #
# Give him two lips like roses and clover #
# Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over #
# Sandman #
# I'm so alone #
# Don't have nobody to call my own #
# Please turn on your magic beam #
# Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream #
# Mr. Sandman #
# Bring me a dream #
# Make him the cutest that I've ever seen #
# Give him the word that I'm not a rover #
# And tell him that his lonesome nights are over #
# Sandman, I'm so alone #
# Don't have nobody to call my own #
# Please turn on your magic beam #
# Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream #
# Mr. Sandman #
# Bring us a dream #
# Give him a pair of eyes with a "come-hither" gleam #
# Give him a lonely heart #
# Like Pagliacci #
# And lots of wavy hair like Liberace #
# Mr. Sandman #
# Someone to hold #
# Would be so peachy before we're too old #
# So please turn on your magic beam #
# Mr. Sandman, bring us #
# Please, please bring us #
# Mr. Sandman #
# Bring us a dream #
Halloween (2007)
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