All language subtitles for Halloween.Resurrection.2002.REMASTERED.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

You've heard of the tunnel.

The one we all go through
sooner or later.

At the end, there's a door.

And waiting for you on
the other side of that door...

Is either heaven...

Or hell.

This is that door.

Why is this patient in lockdown?

They didn't tell you
about Laurie strode?

You must have heard of her.
Sister of Michael Myers?

Michael Myers,
the serial killer?

Oh, well, you'll hear
all the gossip soon enough.

For now, let's just get...

No, no, no, wait.
Tell me about her.

She decapitated a man.

Oh, my god. Why?

Halloween. Three years ago.

Twenty years after
the first murders...

Her brother finally found her.

Tracked her down to the school
where she was working.

There were several murders.

Lots of confusion.

Guys, over here!

Oh, my god.
She killed the wrong person.

Father of three.

Well, why didn't the paramedic
say something?

His larynx had been crushed.

Don't let on you know.

Hello, miss strode.
Did you enjoy your dinner?

She hasn't said a word in years.

Extreme disassociative disorder.

The doctors think
she's a suicide threat.

They found her up
on the roof more than once.

Must be the guilt.

Now all she does
is stare out that window.

God knows
what she sees out there.

Hello?

Anyone out there?

Holy shit!

Harold, are you trying
to give me a heart attack?

How the hell
did you get out again?

And who are you
supposed to be today?

0h. John Wayne gacy.

Born in Chicago, Illinois,
on march 17, 1942.

Come on, big guy.

Killed 33 people.
Buried them under his house.

I know, I know, Harold.

- He was executed on may 7...
- I know, Harold.

Willie, I'm not trying
to criticize your work...

But if you put Harold
in his room...

How come I see him
in the basement?

I... but just
two seconds ago, he was...

Come on. Let's go get him.

How many times
do I have to tell you?

You gotta be sure
what you're doing.

Willie? What are you doing?

I skipped dinner.

- Hurry up.
- Okay.

Harold?

Harold,
what are you doing down here?

What's gotten into you?

Hmm. Ted Bundy.

Born November 24, 19...

Hello, Michael.

I knew you'd come for me
sooner or later.

What took you so long?

You failed, Michael.

You want to know why?

Because I'm not afraid of you.

But what about you?

Are you afraid of me?

Are you afraid to die, Michael?

I just have to be sure.

I'll see you in hell.

Michael Myers.

Born October 19, 1957.

Killed his older sister,
October 31, 1963.

Killed three high school students,
October 31, 1978.

Also killed three nurses
and a paramedic, same night.

Was believed to be dead,
then killed four students,

hillcrest academy, 1998.

Has been missing, unheard of,
last three years.

Now he's back.

Carl jung tells us

that the human psyche contains
a figment of ourselves

that even the collective
unconscious denies.

Good morning, Paul.
It's nice to see you in class.

Am I keeping you up?

All right. What do I mean
by all this, people?

I mean that inside all of us

there lurks a dark,
malevolent figure.

A kind of boogeyman,
if you will,

that jung called what?

Come on, stick with me, people.

Take that kierkegaardian
leap of faith.

Jung said we must
face down our fears

and face up to the figure
he called, what?

- The shadow.
- The shadow.

Yes, Sara, very good. Thank you.

I'm glad somebody was awake.

Wow, what a class.

Hey, Sara!

Sara, wait up!

I've been looking for you
everywhere.

Guess what?

Uh-uh. What did you
sign us up for this time?

We gotta find Rudy. Okay? Come on.

Hey, Rudy.

Don't distract me.

Aw, I can't help myself.

I am distracting.

Have you checked your email?

Why? Did you send me something?

We're in!
They picked all three of us!

- What? Are you serious?
- Uh-huh!

Oh, god! Yes!

All right. That is all good.

This isn't one of
your little jokes, is it?

No, but Sara doesn't want to go.

I might go.
I just haven't decided yet.

No, no, no.
That is unacceptable.

It is unacceptable.

We're gonna be bigger
than "the osbournes."

We're gonna be large.

Look, every time I let you two talk
me into something I live to regret it.

Listen, without me,
you would die of boredom.

Us! Without us,
you would die of boredom.

Whatever.

Are you sure they're not
just putting us in some house

with hidden cameras
in the shower?

It's like we're investigative reporters
searching a crime scene.

And look at the scholarship.

Besides that, thousands of people
are going to see my fa...

Our face.

Don't do it.

That's the house
where it all started.

He walked its hallways,
hid in its closets.

Dreamed in its bedrooms.
Helped his mother in the kitchen.

Watched TV in the living room
with his dad.

Played in his sister's bedroom.

Then one day,
he picked up a knife...

And he never put it down again.

That guy's fucking weird.

Don't pay any attention to him.
He's just trying to scare us.

I just need to send
a quick email.

"Deckard,

you'll never believe
what I got myself into."

Deckard? Who's deckard?

Oh, it's my screen name.

Sara needed some tech support
setting up her offline reader,

so I, uh...

You told her you're
a graduate student?

- Graduate of what, junior high?
- Shut up, all right?

We talk like every day. I don't know.
It's... it's kind of like we're dating.

She's never even seen you,

and yahoo chat rooms
do not count.

Yes, they do count.
Did you know in the old days,

knights used to spend
their entire lives

courting ladies that
they would never even touch?

They would just, like, you know,
send each other sonnets and stuff.

Yeah, that's before
Internet porn, man.

Whatever.

Now what are you doing?

Look, just give me a second, all right?

I hope Sara shows up
wearing something acceptable.

I mean, she can't still be mad at us
for the last time we got her in something.

Oh, here she is. Hey!

Okay, everybody listen up!

- Sara, um, are you gonna wear this?
- Pay attention, please.

'Cause I thought I told you
we were gonna be on camera.

Okay. I'd like to start this off
by saying the search is over.

You six have been selected

to explore
america's worst nightmare,

tomorrow night, Halloween,

live, in front of the whole
entire Internet universe.

You six will enter
the birthplace of evil

in its purest form,

the childhood home of our
most brutal mass murderer,

Michael Myers.

Thank you. Thank you.

So, what do you hope to find
in the house tomorrow night?

My way into
network broadcasting.

Pfft!

I just want to say
that Michael Myers

is not just a man behind a mask.

He's a legend.

I'm interested
in how Michael Myers

embodies the politics of violence
embedded in pop mythology.

Never underestimate
the effect of a poor diet.

Too much protein, not enough
zinc, next thing you know

you're cutting up bodies
in your bathtub.

I mean, look at, uh look at Hitler.
He was a vegetarian.

The brother was
seriously malnourished.

You don't have to go far
to find Michael Myers.

He is the great white shark
of our unconscious.

He is the dark-eyed
child of our spirits.

He's every murderous
impulse we've ever had.

He's the little voice
that whispers to us

to strangle the old lady taking
too long at the checkout counter.

Get to know him, baby.

He's you.

So tell us, Sara, why do
ordinary people turn to murder?

Well, I, um...

I think it has something
to do with upbringing.

Damn! That girl can sing.

That's what
I'm looking for. Ooh.

Hyah!

Get his ass! Get his ass!
Get his ass!

Who's better than wat chun Lee?

Whoopin' everybody ass
while he's smokin' a cigarette.

Oh, shit. Who's knockin'
on my door this late?

Whoever this is
is distracting me

from seeing wat chun Lee
whoop some ass.

Sara? Ooh.

Sara, what are you doing here?
It's late.

I'm dropping out.

I'm sorry.

It's just, I'm so freaked out
I can't even sleep.

Slow down, slow down.
What's the problem?

I mean, can't you see I'm...
I'm not like the others?

I know you're not
like the others.

You know you're
not like the others.

The others ain't nothin' but a bunch
of smart-ass, wise-crackin',

posin' wannabes.

You are the real deal.

Every existing element about you

is what the Internet audience
really wants.

I don't want to be famous.

What do you mean
you don't want to be famous?

That's the American dream.

I think I'm just scared.

It's ok to be scared, you know.

Being scared is good.
Fear is good.

Fear motivates.

Fear gives you
the feeling of being alive.

Fear makes me want to throw up.

Trust me, please.

When it's all said and done,
at the end of the day,

you'll be surprised of
how much you surprise yourself.

Look, I'm sorry to bother you.
I just...

It's okay. Do me a favor.
Sleep on it.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.
You can sweat it tonight, man.

Now take your tail on outta here
and go to bed.

Oi' Freddie boy, damn, you good.

Shit you come up with
off the top of your head, boy.

Why don't you just
pat yourself on your back?

Oh, wat chun Lee! Oh!

Now, are you coming out soon

or are you planning on subletting?

Mmm! Sexy girl!

Don't you think
it's a bit too revealing?

I think it's perfectly revealing.

What?

Are you okay?

Did you see the boogeyman or something?

The boogeyman? How very jungian.

Dr. Mixter's class?
I'm taking that course, too.

I hope they have this in black.

- Thrift stores.
- Oh, how marvelous, darling.

Ahh, there she is.

Oh, my god,
you've been pussy-whipped.

What's worse,
you've been cyber-whipped.

By the way,
where's your costume?

I can't go out tonight.

I promised Sara
I would watch her first episode.

She's really nervous about it.

No. No, Mickey stern's party
is tonight, and you know that.

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, man.
I guess I forgot.

Forgot? Do you have any idea

what it means for
two freshmen to get invited?

It's like never happened before!

Your sister invited us

so you wouldn't tell
your mother about her tattoo.

Okay. That's besides the point,
Myles barton.

You can either sit here in your little
dream fantasy world

or you can come with me
to this party

and learn to walk like a man.

What's it gonna be?

All right, let's go.

Ahh, chat room romance?

He's just a friend.

He's probably fifty and bald,
with a bad toupee.

- Jen.
- He probably collects human skin.

Give me a break, Jen.

Okay, everybody listen up.

Now, I'd like to start off by saying

the home that
you will be entering tonight

has been rigged up
with several cameras

but for the most part

the audience will see
only what you see.

See these cameras right here?

I kinda like these cameras.

They can pretty much be
clipped on to anything.

A hat, shirt collar,
your coat collar.

The viewers
can pretty much control

what they want to watch

switch around
from camera to camera

depending on what seems to be
the most intriguing to them.

So if you guys want
to be stars for the night...

[Suggest you do something
that is very interesting.

So that it's worth
the while of the viewers

to want to keep
their cameras on you.

Cameras are so phallic.

Is that good or bad?

Depends who's watching.

Hey, Orson welles,
pick a placement and move on.

Look, low angles: Scary.

High angles: Scary.

Medium angles: Boring.

I bet you learned that shooting all
those weddings and bar mitzvahs.

Hey, hey!

I went to long beach state.
Same as Spielberg.

Look Charley,
we 're on a schedule here, okay?

Just tell Max to rig a camera
in the sister's room all right?

Max is back at the hotel
helping Freddie.

Okay.

Freddie!

Baby, calm down.
It's all good. Just relax.

I got it all under control.

No, there was this firebird
parked right in front of the house.

Like, just totally about to ruin
the establishing shot,

but I called a tow truck.

Yep, it's on its way.

All righty. Bye.

Look at you, Charley.
That's a nice angle, boy.

Look, there he is now.

All right, here we go.

Mr. Harris!

Can we ask you
a few questions, Mr. Harris?

- Right over here.
- I got one word for you, Freddie.

- What's that?
- Product placement.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Product placement,
I like the sound of that.

While we're going
around the house,

discovering the secrets
of Michael Myers

we could be drinking Pepsi
or sporting the gap, right?

Nice sexy thinking.
I kind of like that, actually.

- How's everyone doing this evening?
- Tell us about dangertainment.

We're gonna get it started
like this, see?

In the next ten minutes,

we are going to enter a mystery

wrapped up inside of a riddle
inside of an enigma.

Now, remember this.
Everything you see,

absolutely everything
you see is real.

There's no actors,

none of the components
or contents in the house

have been messed with,
mixed up, diluted

or tampered with in any shape,
form, or fashion whatsoever.

Now, I'm not exactly sure
what's gonna happen,

but what I do know is
that no one will be allowed

to leave until the show is over.

Our top-of-the-line, state-of-the-art
camera surveillance system

will be picking up anyone
who tries to sneak out.

Let the dangertainment begin
out this motherfucker.

Well, people, let's do it.

Rudy!

Way to go. This is gonna be fun.

Looks like nothing's
been touched in years.

I read that after the murders,

the family just sealed it up

and left without
taking anything with them.

Well, it's not exactly a house
you put on the market.

Yeah, but I'll bet it has

one of those big, nice,
old kitchens, you know?

Where are you going?

I'm gonna check it out.

Uh, what are we gonna do?

We don't have to do anything.

Technically,
we just have to be in the house.

Aren't we supposed
to be looking for answers?

All right. The devil made him do it.
I'm done.

We owe it to the people watching

to at least take a look around.

Oh, that's cute.

You're already worried
about your fan base?

You are like this close
to getting voted off the island.

Hey, check this out.

You want something
tasty and delicious?

You ever tasted
forty-year-old fennel?

Eww, don't.
It's got to be rotten.

- That's strange.
- What?

- It smells fresh.
- Yeah, it does.

You know, Donna,
you got great legs.

What time do they open?

That'd be one o'clock?

God damn.

Sara.

You think this is the one that
he used to, you know, do his thing?

No. They'd keep that in
an evidence locker somewhere.

Boo.

- What, are you scared?
- No.

What's in here?

What is that?

Okay, so I admit

that this place
is a little creepy, okay?

No, no, no, no.
You have no idea.

- Look at this.
- Wow, a chair.

My god.

Do you think they actually
kept him in this?

What is that?

Looks like the medieval key
to Sara's chastity belt.

- Rudy!
- Okay, yeah.

Maybe we should
poke around a bit,

see what else we can find.

Aye-aye, captain.

Why are you touching me?

Don't.

Go poke.

Hey, what's going on?

Look at you!

Scott, what are we doing here?

Hey, come on, man,
be cool, all right?

Relax. Have fun. Shit.

Hey, Myles,
do you think anyone will know

we're supposed to be
from Pulp Fiction?

I bet you're scared of
the boogeyman.

He's gonna get you.
He's coming behind you.

Boogeyman!

Oh! Shit!

- Careful, Jen.
- Ahem. Hands off, bud.

Bet this is Judith's room.

You know, the older sister.

The one he killed
when he was six years old.

Hey! Keep the camera
on the money here.

You know, I think it happened
when she was right there.

Poor little Judith...

Helpless...

Brushing her hair...

Young... and naked.

Yeah, because
that's gonna happen, right?

Come on, Jen.

One flash, and you could light up
a thousand computer screens.

Launch your whole career.

You think?

You crack me up.

It's a good wardrobe
for you, Jen.

Wait! There was
somebody else in the hall!

Come here, lover boy.

Whoa!

What are you doing,
you big perv?

They're exploring the house
of a mass murderer, live.

You want to watch?

- No way.
- Sure.

Oh, okay.

Impulse control disorder.

Huh?

That's my theory.

I think Michael Myers
had fits of rage

that he could not control.

Kind of like a klepto
or a nympho or a pyro.

So, instead of
stealing silverware,

he slashes the necks
of teenage girls, huh?

Oh, come on,

haven't you ever had an impulse
that you just could not control?

- Continuously.
- You mean continually.

"Continuous" means
continuing uninterrupted

while "continual" means
reoccurring periodically.

Donna, when are you gonna
get out of your head

and start thinking
with your body?

Please.

Does that line ever actually work
on the chicks in the music department?

Art history, too.
Sometimes even poli sci.

Well, it doesn't cut it
with critical studies.

Bummer.

Besides, screwing a music major

would be tantamount
to lesbianism.

I could get into that.

Sara, I'm telling you,
it's in the food.

Remember that guy
who was on trial

for murder in San Francisco?

All he ate was twinkies.

Rudy, do you ever think about
anything other than food?

Wouldn't you like to know.

Jen?

- What's going on?
- What happened?

I don't know. I turned my back for
a second and she was gone.

Jen?

Jen?

Jen?

Turn it down!

- Gotcha!
- God! Bitch.

Slut!

You know what?
That's not right, okay? You're foul.

Uhh, so foul.

Yeah, this is to us,
for successfully...

Let me give you a little more...

Puttin' together
something collectively

so ingenious as a team and a duo

that we should definitely
be able to secure

a lot of food on the table
for ourselves

as long as everything
goes as nicely

as it's goin' right now.

I'm gonna get her back for that.

Watch me.

Oh, my god!

Cheers.

Oh, no! No!

Wait, what just happened?

- We just lost bill's camera.
- Oh, shit.

He must've just dropped it.
Fucking idiot.

Find another view quickly, please.

Freddie, relax.

I think this is
going really well.

- Really, baby?
- Yes.

We are doing our thing.

Okay.

To dangertainment.

Salud.

And this must be the bed
where he was conceived.

Stop showing off, Jen.

Rudy!

- Sara, Sara!
- Jen, help me!

Are you ok?

Rudy, help. Sara!

Ewww.

- God.
- What happened?

What is that thing?

Hey, is this that
Michael Myers thing?

A'ight, cool.

Yeah, okay.

What is this?

Oh. Sorry.

Are you?

You're such a lothario.

I don't know what that
means exactly, but...

Just go with it.

Hold on.
I just thought of something.

"Hold on"?

You've got to be kidding me.

What, are you, uh,
looking for playboys?

This ain't right.

Well, it's obvious
that the boy was subject

to emotional and physical abuse.

No, I mean all of this.
It's not right.

It's too easy.

Why is all this stuff
still here?

Answer that, Nancy drew.

Where's bill?

He's probably still mad at me.

He's gonna jump out of
somewhere and try and scare me.

You watch.

You watch.

Jim?

You know, if I'm keeping
you from something,

just let me know.

Look.

- Voila.
- Clever boy.

See, they're looking for clues.

You know, something that might explain
why Michael Myers went bad.

- Oh.
- Jeez.

Hey, Scott. What's up?

God, nice costume.

Whoa.

Hey, you think they
kept him down here?

Maybe. Look at this.

What? What is it?

It's some sort of weird harness.

This whole place looks like
some sort of sadistic playpen.

And you know what
that makes me think?

There's definitely
no cameras down here.

I could be a camera.

Ihke!

Say something smart.

Existence precedes essence.

God, you are sexy.

Whoa! Oh, shit!

That worked perfectly!

Whoa! That is
what I'm talking about.

Oh, my god!
Oh, my god! All his victims!

It's a mass grave!

Oh, my god!

Oh, god.

All of his victims. Oh!

Shit. Look at this.

I don't fucking believe this.

Made in fucking Taiwan.

Oh, shit, man!

Charley,
where the fuck you been at, man?

Don't you know we've been lookin'
all over this motherfucker for you?

And why the hell are you
dressed like me anyway?

I ain't payin' you
to be Michael Myers.

I'm playin' Michael Myers!

If them kids come around

and see us dressed up
in the same shit,

you're gonna ruin the whole effect,
god damn it.

What the hell is wrong with you?

I said, what you lookin'
at me like that for?

Huh? You don't get it?
You don't get it?

Your shit ain't workin'
up there or something?

You need to take your ass in the back
of the garage with Nora.

That's your job.

Go back there with Nora
and help her ass out.

Go do your job.

I left the back door
unlocked for your ass

to go out the back
into the garage.

That's what I did.

You need to get the hell
outta here.

Go on, scoot! Skedaddle!

Get the fuck out of dodge!

God damn. What the hell's
somebody gotta do

to get a little decent help
up in this motherfucker?

God damn it. Come on.

Let's go find Freddie.

This is bullshit.

Hey, Jim?

You gotta see this.

Gross.

Hey, Freddie.

Is this all part of the setup?

"Laurie strode,
sister of Michael Myers,

survives Halloween night massacre."

Nice prop.

[Yelpsj

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god!

Is anybody else seeing this?

Uh...

Jim?

Oh, my god! Oh!

Help! Help! Somebody!

Someone help! Oh, my god!

This isn't funny anymore!

Help me! Somebody help!

This is not funny!

Oh, my god!

Stay away from me!

That was so fake.

No, no, wait. Wait, you guys.

That... that really happened.
She was just killed.

Man, you're gullible.

Get outta here.

It's a good thing
there's no cameras in here.

We're wearing cameras.

Whoosh.

Michael's here!

I saw him! He's in the house!

He's here!

Oh, my god.

Girl? What's going on?
What you talking about here?

Don't do this, girl.

You're bringing me down
on this beautiful evening.

There's nobody here.
You're just bugging out again.

It's not funny, okay?

- Stop it, okay?
- He's down in that room right there.

There is one, two, three, four,
five, six people in the house.

There's no Michael Myers here.
There's nobody.

Listen,
I saw him right over there.

He's in here?
Ooh. Michael Myers.

Where's Michael Myers?

Michael Myers!
I don't see nothing.

- He was in here.
- You're bringing me down.

Rudy, I saw...

Rudy!

- Fucker!
- Whoa, whoa!

Turn off your camera!
Turn off your camera!

- Com on, get it back online.
- What's wrong?

Cut to a different camera angle.

It's me. It's me. Freddie.

Freddie.
What the fuck are you doing?

Damn, man, you hit me

like I murdered
your fuckin' mother or something.

Relax, man.

I'm only tryin' to give
america a good show.

Okay, so none of
this shit is real, right?

Like the furniture, the photos,
all the fucked up toys?

It's all fake.
We've been set up.

You knew you didn't have
a show anyone would watch

so you set us all up
at our fucking expense, huh?

What expense
are you talkin' about?

You ain't contributed a dime
to settin' up none of this shit.

Besides, don't nobody
want to see any of y'all

runnin' around no empty house,

possibly comin' up
with nothing any-damn-way.

America don't like reality,
first of all.

Second of all, they think that shit
is boring. You know what I mean?

They want
a little razzle-dazzle,

a little pizazz,
a little thrill in they life.

You know what I mean? And us being
the ones that give it to 'em,

I don't see
nothin' wrong with that.

I so did not sign up for this.

Y'all need to do me a favor,
all right?

Just go along with this shit.
Don't blow it. Not now.

You really have no idea

of how nicely
I worked things out

so that we all can receive

somewhat of a robust back end
when this shit is all over.

I don't know what you want to do
about your share,

but please
don't fuck it up for me.

I want my money, a'ight?

Now, if you don't mind,
I'd like to go

scare the shit out of some more
of these motherfuckers

so, I'm gonna get it crackin'.

Y'all do what
the fuck y'all gotta do.

See y'all.

- Turn up the sound.
- Where'd everybody go?

Ohh.

There you are, bill.

All right, so what do you guys want to do?

I don't know.
I mean, I could use the money.

No. Nah, fuck that. I'm out.

Me too. I quit.

Boo!

She must be going
for the first Internet Emmy.

You can't scare us, Jen.

You're gonna have to do
better than that.

You too, Freddie.

- Eww!
- How'd they do that?

- It's all digital effects.
- No, it isn't!

Hello. 911?

Oh, my god.

It's locked!

Go, go! Go in there!
Go in there now!

Jim, run! Run!

Oh!

Hey, Michael!
Yeah, I'm talking to you.

You want a piece of me?

You should try a little less
protein in your diet, you know?

Control some
of that aggression, huh?

Want some of this, huh?

I know what 911 is for, all right?

This is an emergency.
It's not a hoax.

Motherfucker, come on.
Trying to fucking kill me?

Come on!
You like Sushi, motherfucker, huh?

You gonna fucking kill me?

Oh, shit.

Somebody...

Somebody out there,
please help us.

Somebody, please help us.

She really is a very talented actress.

Deckard.

Deckard, if you're there,
please let me know.

Who's deckard? Myles is deckard.

Deckard, he's...
He's killing all of us.

He's killing us.

There he is! Upper right!

Oh, my god, oh, my god!
Zoom in! Zoom in!

Go to the other camera.

Tell her
he's coming up the stairs.

This isn't funny anymore, guys!
Do something!

- He heard her!
- Oh, my god.

He's at the door!

Get her out!

Oh, my god.

- No!
- It's too high!

No!

Look, I can't see you!

Deckard, where is he?

Tell her to go!

- Now's her chance.
- Come on, go!

My god. Everybody's dead.

Where is he?

I don't know.

We got to get the fuck
outta here now.

Come on. Let's go.

Oh, shit.

So, you want to be
on dangertainment?

Let's see what you got.

Waa... hyah!

Hyah!

Yo, Mike, come see me.

Michael, come and see me!
Look at me!

You wanna fuck with me, huh?

You motherfucker.

Haaa-yah!

Let's get outta here. Come on.

You all right?

I saw his room.

He's been living underneath
this fucking house

for who knows how long.

Probably the last 20 years.

Come on.

I swear on my soul...

I had no idea.

I swear.

Aw, shit.

Come on. Let's go.

Oh, my god. He cut the cable.

Where the fuck is he?

This is bad.

Deckard, where is he?

- No!
- Run! Oh!

Shit.

Oh, no.

You bastard!

This is for Jen!

This is for Rudy!

For all of them!

Oh, shit.

Trick or treat, motherfucker.

Burn, motherfucker! Burn!

Sara! Sara!

Come on, come on!

Hey, Mikey!
Happy fucking Halloween!

Sara? Sara moyer?

- Sara?
- Sara can we get a statement?

Hey, we can go live now.

What happened
with Michael Myers? Over here.

Thank you, deckard.
You saved my life.

What's it feel like
to be a hero, Sara?

Excuse me, how does it feel now
that it's all over?

What makes you so sure
it's over?

Excuse me.

- Watch the camera!
- No more cameras!

Dangertainment is off the air.

Why don't y'all show some respect?

Mr. Harris, would you like
to make a statement?

What can you tell us
about Michael Myers?

Michael Myers
is not a sound bite,

a spin-off, a tie-in,
some kind of celebrity scandal.

Michael Myers is a killer shark
in baggy-ass overalls

that gets his kicks off of killing

everything and everyone
that he comes across.

We're done dancing
for these cameras.

Let's get outta here, Sara.

But how are you
feeling right now?

How am I feelin' now?

You wanna know how
I'm feelin' right now?

My camera!

That's him, isn't it?

I want to see his face.

I want to warn you, ma'am,
it's not a pretty sight.

All right.

Come on, back it off. Let's go.

Wow. You're iookin' a little crispy
over there, Mikey.

Like some chicken-fried
motherfucker.

Well, may he never,
ever rest in peace.

Hey, how's it going?

You've gotta be kidding me.

Another one?

It's your lucky night.

You got a celebrity.

Ooh, let me get
my autograph book.

I'm not kidding.
It's Michael Myers.

What?

Get me a copy of that autograph.

Yeah, sure.

She cracks me up.