Halloween (2018)
You're not cold or anything, are you?
Everything all right?
Are you taking any medication?
Hmm?
Thank you.
How are you doing this morning?
Did you have a restful sleep last night?
Oh, yeah.
- You did?
- I did.
- Any dreams?
- Nope.
Sometimes we don't remember our dreams, you know?
That's right.
We do dream, but we don't remember - when we wake up.
- No.
But if we are dreaming some just before we wake up, we remember those.
That's right.
Did you know...
A little, uh... uh, useful information.
- Yeah.
- When we wake up and say, "The whole night, I was dreaming this and that and everything," it's only 45 minutes maximum.
- Did you know that?
- Yeah.
No, I did not.
Yeah.
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.
Testing.
Testing.
Check, check, check.
One, two, three.
Testing.
One, two, three.
We are now at Smith's Grove, uh, rehabilitation facility.
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...
- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.
I'm Dr.
Ranbir Sartain.
Great to finally meet you.
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.
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.
You feel it, don't you, Michael?
You feel the mask.
Figaro.
Figaro!
Say something, Michael.
Say something.
You can feel it, can't you?
It's a part of you, Michael.
It's a part of you.
Say something.
Say something, Michael.
Say something!
What is it we're after?
Okay, well, having witnessed the animal in its c*ptive 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.
- This one.
Here?
Could it be that the only hope - of rehabilitation...
- Spooky.
...is through confrontation?
"Access has been denied.
Private property.
No trespassing." You might need this.
Dana, journalists don't pay for their interviews.
Smile.
We're on camera.
Yes.
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?
Hello.
May we come in?
And-and sit down and talk?
So...
Aaron and I have made several award-winning public radio exposs.
Our last project shed new light on a m*rder 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 k*ller, but... the Boogeyman, no.
Well, you should.
Okay.
Michael Myers is a human being who k*lled 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?
Two failed marriages.
Rocky relationship with your daughter and granddaughter.
Michael Myers m*rder*d 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.
Time's up.
I'll accept my payment.
Get out.
You want to sh*t under my sink?
I will m*rder you and your whole family.
I switched from marshmallow fluff to peanut butter.
See if those little bastards eat that.
- That ought to k*ll 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.
You made it into the National Honor Society.
- 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.
We're excited to meet Cameron.
That whole family, though, they had a reputation.
- Ray, come on.
- 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...
Oh!
Mother...
Oh, man!
I got peanut butter on my penis.
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 g*ns, and you got children, and you clean g*ns, 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.
That's Vicky.
I gotta go.
Hey, I love you.
Have a good day.
- Bye, Dad.
Love you.
- Okay.
So, my mom's a liar.
What happened?
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 sh*t, 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 k*lled by one guy with a Kn*fe is not that big of a deal.
Dude, her grandmother was almost f*cking m*rder*d.
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 f*ck 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?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- Go for it.
Oh, he's serious?
- He's serious.
- Oh, God, he's really blowing it up.
I know.
He's such a f*cking moron.
- Oh, God.
Oh, God.
- Oh, Jesus.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Happy Halloween!
Ah!
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.
Ooh...
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.
- 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.
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.
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.
I... can't accept this.
Use it for whatever your heart desires.
I'll save it for college, then.
f*ck 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.
Say good-bye to Michael, and get over it.
Good-bye.
Dr.
Samuel Loomis, January 22, 1979.
Do you wish to give a statement regarding your former patient, Michael Myers?
My suggestion is termination.
Death is the only solution for Michael.
A2201.
Myers, Michael.
- Toes in line.
Keep a line.
- There's nothing - to be gained from keeping evil alive.
- Hands up!
Hands up!
Stand up!
A22...
A sh*t of sodium thiopental would render him unconscious.
- A22...
- I'll be with him to make sure his life is extinguished.
My ear on his chest to hear for myself that his vitals no longer function and immediately incinerate the body.
It needs to die.
It needs to die!
It needs to die!
Keep moving.
Let's go.
Don't worry, Michael.
I'll be by your side.
Michael Myers is still my patient until he's in somebody else's care, so I'm seeing my duty through till the end.
All right, move out.
...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.
- Dad.
- Everyone knows Lonnie.
- 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.
- Boy, Ray...
- Tripping balls.
- Dad!
No, really, keep talking.
So, you guys have big plans for tomorrow - at the high school?
- What are you doing?
- Is it a dance or something?
- Yeah, it's a Halloween...
- Costumes?
- Halloween dance.
Yep.
- Mmm!
- Costume party.
What are you going as?
Uh, well, I don't know if I'm allowed to say.
- Please say.
- Oh, come on.
- Come on.
- I can...?
Okay.
Uh, so we're going as Bonnie and Clyde.
- Oh, that's a great idea.
- Yeah.
- Except...
- Oh!
- Oh.
No.
- Ooh.
Okay, so just Bonnie and Clyde.
That's it.
Bonnie and Clyde.
Bonnie and Clyde with a twist.
- Classic.
- Yeah!
- Yeah!
- I love that.
- Nice.
- That's so fun.
- You'll see.
You know how it ended, right?
- Their story ended a little...
- Yes.
Hopefully...
Yes, with the b*ll*ts and the bleeding.
- Yeah.
- You have a jalopy filled with b*llet holes from the G-men?
I wish we had one of those.
- It was in Laughlin, like a Model A.
- I know.
Did you talk to Grandmother?
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.
- Great timing, Mom.
Hi.
- 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...
- Hi.
I'm the grandmother.
Nice to meet you.
I'm Cameron Elam.
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...
- Hey, Mom?
- 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.
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.
All right, Mom...
- Sorry.
- Mom.
Please stop this.
Sorry.
I saw him.
The Shape.
- Mom...
- I wanted to k*ll him.
Okay, that's enough, Laurie.
- Laurie, that's enough.
- I didn't know what to do.
- That's enough, Laurie.
- 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.
- Laurie.
Okay?
Are you gonna try to do that?
That's what you said you wanted to do.
I can't.
Mom, look at me.
Look at me.
- I...
- Should we, uh...
...really hate to say I told you so, but...
I'm glad you got to see that.
I never told you how I spent my childhood.
Gotcha.
I learned how to sh**t a g*n when I was eight.
I learned how to fight.
I had nightmares about the basement.
Social Services came when I was 12 years old and took me away.
I've spent my entire life trying to get over the paranoia and neuroses that she has projected on me.
Yeah, he kind of reminds me of, uh, Gary Hogeboom.
Yeah, that quarterback thing is all messed up.
Good times, right?
What is she gonna do with herself?
I know.
It's not your job to save her.
She'll be all right.
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!
What the hell happened to you, Hoss?
Oh, sh*t.
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?
You all right?
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.
Dad?
Run.
Wait here.
I-I'll go get my dad.
N-No.
Run!
Dad!
Daddy!
Don't sh**t.
Aah!
- Oh, f*ck!
- f*ck!
"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 b*at my score, so it makes no difference what you do.
- Say that again.
- You're never gonna b*at my score, so it doesn't make no difference what you do.
Dispatch to unit 601.
We have a 10-50 on Marla Road.
Copy that, dispatch.
I'm on my way.
Attention, all units.
We got an officer that's 10-23 and a possible 10-50 on Route 20.
Will advise.
Sheriff's Department.
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.
Uh, roger that.
Ten-one, officer down.
Sending EM and all available units.
Ooh.
Show your hands!
I've been sh*t.
All right, stay with me.
Help's on the way.
What happened in here?
Did he escape?
Who?
Did who escape?
Well, I got a cousin works at a graveyard - not too far from here.
- Hmm.
They got w*r 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 Kn*fe.
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.
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.
Butterflies?
Still no idea what really went down.
Any word from Mr.
Rip van Winkle over here?
Nurses say he's been in and out, lost a lot of blood.
Somehow managed to fall on a b*llet.
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 f*cking circus on our hands.
But hey.
What are we gonna do?
Cancel Halloween?
Dr.
Ray, please pick up line two.
I need to go do a number two almost immediately.
- Can I drive?
- Come on, get in the car.
Move it.
Want anything from the shop?
No.
No, thank you.
Hmm.
- Where's the loo?
- Excuse me?
Bathroom.
It's out that way, around the back.
Excuse me.
Sorry.
Someone's in here.
Hello?
What the...?
Help me!
Aah!
Help me!
Aaron!
Aaron!
Aah!
Get off me!
Aaron!
Stop!
Help me!
Michael.
Aaron!
Aaron!
Dana!
- No!
- No, please.
D-Dana!
Aaron.
No!
No...
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.
13 A-9.
Roger.
Ray?
Allyson?
Allyson?
Is anyone home?
- Karen?
- Shh.
What?
- Gotcha!
- - 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.
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.
- Ray.
- What?
- Look, I have a plan.
Where's Allyson?
We need to get out of here now.
What bus crashed?
- Put down that g*n.
Put down...
- Hey, hey.
Back off!
Put down that g*n.
You're in my...
Put down the g*n!
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 g*n.
- No!
You need to go.
Get out!
Son of a bitch.
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!
Which one should we go to?
They're all spooky.
I'm gonna pick that one over, um, across the street.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
- What the...?
Sorry.
- Hey.
Sorry about that.
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.
Please!
- Please let us out of here!
- Where did they come from?
You are from the other side.
You are the sign.
- Trick or treat!
- Hey, guys.
Stay together.
Very scary.
- Mila.
Mila, no!
- Trick or treat...
- Wait your turn.
- ...smell my feet, - give me something good to eat.
- 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.
Hey, Sally.
How are you?
Really?
That's awful.
Well, I'll keep my doors locked.
Thanks for telling me.
Billy's still out at a party.
Let me know if you hear anything else.
Good night, Sally.
Trick or treat!
Bonnie and Clyde, you are lady-K*llers.
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.
Okay, so, no, not...
It's Vicky.
One second.
One sec.
Okay, you don't... you don't have to take it.
Hi.
Oh, my gosh, I wish that you were here.
It is so much fun.
God, I wish I was there.
I'm so f*ckin' 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.
But...
- 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 f*cking 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...
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.
I'll get ya.
Come on.
Good night, little dude.
Hey, Vicky.
Can you leave the door open?
Just a cr*ck?
Yeah.
Good night.
By the way, you're actually my favorite kid I babysit for.
I like you, too.
Good night.
That is not what...
f*ck.
Okay, that really... that f*cked me up.
Okay.
Allyson!
Allyson, come here!
- 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 f*cked up?
- No, I got...
I mean, I got me f*cked up.
I...
Okay.
- Hey, okay, can we just talk?
Okay.
- Don't.
Okay, here, you know what?
No.
Your f*cking precious phone?
What the f*ck?
You gonna get that?
Or you want me to get it?
Hold... hold up, hold up.
Wait, wait, wait.
I'm done.
This is Unit 14.
- I'm out by Old Lady Miller's house.
- Oh, sh*t.
I don't see anything suspicious out here.
Over.
Uh, ten-four.
You want to go ahead and, uh, show yourself code two, officially cancel request for assistance?
Uh, affirmative.
Over.
Oh, sh*t.
- 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.
Because tonight is the night, the one we'll remember for the rest of our lives.
You are so getting dry-f*cked tonight.
- Oh, yeah?
- f*ckin' come here.
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.
All right, little buddy.
- Oh, f*ck me.
- I saw someone in the hallway, standing outside my door.
- Oh.
- What's up, buddy?
There was a f*cked-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.
- Can you call my mom?
- Yeah.
If there's something in the room, I'll call her.
He was standing right there in-in the door.
I'll check it out.
Excuse me, sir.
What are you doing in here?
Please, you need to leave.
Please leave.
Vicky?
Get out now!
- Gotcha.
- You f*cking kidding me?
You're safe.
Nothing's in here.
- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.
Y-You check behind the curtains?
I checked the whole place.
Sick.
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.
Oh, f*ck, that was...
Oh!
Ah, sharia.
Uh, c-could you close the closet door?
Yeah.
Oh, sh*t!
Oh, God.
No!
Oh!
Help!
Dave!
Help me!
Vicky!
Whoa!
Julian, run!
- I'll go get help.
Dave!
Dave!
- Vicky?
Get out of here!
Don't go up there!
You're gonna get k*lled, Dave.
Somebody help me!
- Dave, help me!
- Vicky.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
No!
No!
f*ck this.
All units, we have reports of a domestic disturbance at 707 Meridian Avenue.
Please respond.
Over.
Copy that, Dispatch.
Okay, guys, don't forget to say thank you.
Come on.
That's enough.
No, come on.
No, they can have a little more, honey.
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.
Honey, watch out!
Get out of here!
Now!
Let's go, guys.
Move.
Get inside!
f*ck!
Michael!
Oh, sh*t.
Laurie.
f*ck!
Jesus Christ, Frank!
- f*ck me!
- What the f*ck?
What the hell are you doing here?
Frank, he's here.
I know.
This way, please.
Look who's up.
Where is he?
You tell me.
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 k*lling.
And he will k*ll again unless he's captured.
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.
- You want me to take this injured civilian to go look for - a psychopathic serial k*ller?
- Sheriff.
Frank.
Wha-What are we doing?
We don't need your help right now, Laurie.
You're just standing here!
Please do something!
Excuse me, officers.
Laurie Strode.
Laurie Strode, meet Dr.
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 k*lling 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 k*ll 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.
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...
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.
From a clinical perspective, Doctor, would you say that Laurie Strode has lost her f*cking marbles?
There are many ways for tragedy and v*olence 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 k*lling.
Where is this k*ller?
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.
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.
Oh, sh*t.
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.
Good job.
Yay.
What are you doing?
I mean, you deserve better.
- Right?
I mean...
- No...
What the f*ck?
I-I...
What?
You're not with Cameron anymore.
That does not...
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 sh*t 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.
It's not my...
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 sh*t, man.
I was just trying to take a shortcut with a really pretty girl, and I just...
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...
Hey, uh... where'd you go, man?
You're acting...
Dude, you're acting, like, really sketchy right now.
I don't...
Uh...
What's up?
I'm-I'm-I'm leaving right...
I don't...
I'm...
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!
Oscar!
Help!
Let me in!
Let me in!
Help!
Somebody!
Help!
Help!
Help!
Somebody!
Please!
Help!
'Cause my daughter is not calling.
It's safer for you...
- She's not texting.
- Come on, Karen, let's go inside.
Everyone's looking for your daughter.
- 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?
Honey, if you let 'em do their job, they're gonna...
Karen!
Just breathe.
And if you want, we can call...
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 k*lled 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.
Back in your houses now!
You heard the officer.
- What is going on?
- Back in your houses!
Lock your g*dd*mn doors.
What's this?
It's my childhood.
Let's go.
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.
Allyson, keep your eyes open.
- He is out there somewhere.
- 601.
Suspect reported on 11th, near Saint Park.
Copy that, Dispatch.
I got eyes.
Look!
It's him!
Here we go.
Brace yourselves.
Don't hit him!
- Watch out!
- Michael!
Don't sh**t him.
- Doctor, get back in the car.
- No!
You k*lled him.
He's dead.
- Stand back.
- No.
I'm still gonna blow this m*therf*cker's brains out.
Get away.
Leave my patient alone.
Get away from the body.
Stand back.
I'm not gonna say it again.
Step away from the suspect.
Step a...
f*ck.
Help!
Help!
Help!
So this is what it feels like.
Help!
- Make room for my patient.
- No!
No.
No!
These people want to k*ll 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.
You want a banh mi sandwich?
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.
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.
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 m*rder*d 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.
What is that?
That's weird, right?
Is that Hawkins?
I don't know.
What was the word?
Was it the sister's name?
Judith?
- What was the word?
- f*ck.
Michael.
606 to 601.
Hawkins.
Answer the f*cking radio, burnout.
Hawkins?
606, 601.
Hawkins, please respond.
Hawkins.
- Let's go check it out.
- All right.
Say something.
Can you see him?
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.
Karen, the lights.
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.
Any word?
Hey, any word on Allyson?
Hey.
Guys.
Wha...?
Ray!
Karen!
Where's Ray?
Michael's here.
Get downstairs.
Go, baby, go!
Mom!
Mom!
I was wrong to raise you the way I did, but at least I can protect you.
Nothing will happen to you.
I know you thought this was my cage.
I'm scared.
I have to finish this.
Mom.
I love you.
I love you, baby.
Come out, Michael.
Mom.
Grandmother?
Grandmother?
Baby.
Mom.
He's coming.
Come on.
- Shh.
Come on.
Come on.
- Where's Grandmother?
I couldn't...
I couldn't find you guys.
- Where is everybody?
- It's okay.
It's okay.
- It's gonna be okay.
- I'm locked in a cage.
It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Everything's going to be okay.
Mom, I'm so sorry.
I tried to stop him from coming here.
Okay.
Okay.
Stay back.
Get back!
Get back, get back.
Oh, God.
Stay back.
Mom?
Help us!
I can't do it.
I'm sorry.
I can't do it.
Gotcha.
Happy Halloween, Michael.
Come on, Allyson!
- Come on, Allyson!
- Allyson, go!
Allyson, come on!
Go!
Karen, come on, baby.
Come on!
Oh, God!
I got you!
Allyson, run!
Go!
Go now!
Come on, kick him!
- Allyson!
Allyson, go!
- Go!
Now go!
Okay.
It's not a cage, baby.
It's a trap.
Good-bye, Michael.
Oh, God, someone's coming.
Someone's coming.
- Hold her.
- I got her.
I got her.
Go!
Go, baby, go!
Hey!
Help us.
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