Original subtitles

[SILENT FOOTSTEPS]

WOMAN: Do you like your present?

BOY: Yeah.

What's wrong, Michael?

It reminds me of something.

What? What does it remind you of?

Just a dream that I had last night.

What kind of dream? Was it a good dream or was it a bad dream?

It was a good dream. A really good dream.

You were dressed in all white, like a ghost.

Like a really beautiful ghost.

You were walking down this white hallway with this big white horse

saying you were gonna come and take me back home.

Hmm.. I wish I could take you home, honey. I miss you there.

- I miss you too. - Aw.

Whenever you look at the horse, you can think of Mommy, okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

- Are you ticklish? - No.

- I forgot. I thought you were. - No, I'm not.

Yes, you are. That's the face I wanna see.

Okay? Cheer up. Okay.

- All right. - Okay. No more gloom.

- Okay. - Okay.

[GUN CLICKING]

[GUNSHOT]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

[POLICE SIREN WAILING]

[CLOCK CHIMING]

BRACKETT: Laurie?

Laurie, is that you?

Laurie? Laurie?

Stop, stop. Stop, stop, sweetie. Stop.

Stop. It's Sheriff Brackett.

Laurie, give me the gun.

That's it. Just give me the gun.

That's it. Easy.

Easy, sweetie. Easy.

LAURIE: I killed him.

[CRYING]

The man.

I climbed in the wall, I fell.

Okay. All right, sweetie.

- Sweetie. It's okay. - I killed him.

- I killed him. - It's okay.

It's all right. It's all right. It's all right.

I want you to come with me, okay?

[SCREAMING]

Please!

What is happening? Where am I? Where am I?

[PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

MAPLE: We're gonna need Neuro, Ortho, Trauma, X-ray!

Am I...? Am I gonna die?

Am I gonna die?!

Am I...? Am I gonna die?

BRACKETT: Heads up, everybody. Clear. Make a path.

PARAMEDIC: We're losing him. Altered mental status,

unknown injury. BP is 79 over 40.

DOCTOR: On my count we're gonna move her. Ready?

And one, two, three.

[SCREAMING]

DOCTOR: We need CBC chem panel.

Hucks.

How many?

Two.

They heavy?

SURGEON 1: What the hell happened to this kid anyway?

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

SURGEON 2: I don't know. I thought it was a car accident. I'm very confused.

SURGEON 1: At least Neurosurgery cleared her head.

We don't have to do anything with that.

SURGEON 2: Right.

She's gonna need Plastic, but that's the least of her worries right now.

HOOKS: Come on. GARY: Pull me down the stairs.

HOOKS: Lift it up your ass. GARY: Come on, pull it up.

[SURGEON SPEAKING SILENTLY]

SURGEON 1: Cut.

OFFICER: On three. Nice and easy. One, two, three!

[OFFICER GRUNTING]

MAN: Let's go feet first.

HOOKS: Feels like he's made of lead.

OFFICER: Wait, wait, wait. Pick him up.

MAN: Oh, Jesus Christ.

He weighs a ton.

SURGEON 2: Looks good.

SURGEON 1: It'll hold. At least for now.

Strap him down tight.

I don't need that behemoth banging around back there.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. This ain't my first fucking corpse, rodeo.

HOOKS: Just close it up when you're done.

When the boys get him over to county,

just make sure that they lock the place up tight.

I don't want any surprises till I get there in the morning.

No problem. On first sight,

I'd say cause of death is fairly obvious.

I'd say that there's nothing obvious about anything that happened here tonight.

Not a goddamn thing.

The son of a bitch was heavy, huh?

Six guys to lift one stiff.

That's one for the books.

Technically, five guys and a girl.

Whatever.

Did you get a look at the naked chick?

Ooh.

Man, she was F-I-N-E, fine.

[GARY LAUGHING]

Yeah. She still looked fresh.

I heard a story about a couple of meat wagon boys

fucking corpses over in Essex.

I ain't never had the urge till tonight.

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, whoa! Whoa. Come on!

Brackett even thinks he hears you joking about that

and you're out of here on your ass. - I wouldn't ever do it.

- Oh, yeah? - I'm just saying.

She still looked good to me. Nice little titties hanging out.

- Come on, that's disgusting. Stop it. - I got wood just Ziploc'ing her up.

Stop. Shut up. Please.

I'm just saying, man.

- Hey. - Huh?

What's the difference between jam and jelly?

I don't know. What?

You can't jelly your cock up a dead girl's ass.

- Ha, ha, ha. - Ha, ha. I knew that one.

Cow! Cow!

[COUGHING]

[GARY GRUNTING]

Shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck. Hooks. Hooks.

Hooks. Hooks.

[GRUNTING]

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck. Fuck.

Oh, God.

[MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY]

Fuck. Fuck.

[METAL THUDS]

Fuck!

Oh, fuck!

[THUDS CONTINUE]

Help me! Help me!

Aah!

Hooks.

Hooks, Hooks, Hooks. Hooks, Hooks.

Help me. Help please.

Help me.

Help. Help.

Please, help. Help me!

Help me. Hey.

[GRUNTING]

[THUNDER CRASHING]

[THE MOODY BLUES PLAYING "NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN" ON TV]

[GRUNTING]

DANIELS: So I told her. I said, "Girl, if you think I'm letting you handle Thanksgiving,

then I'm ordering Chinese." - Ha, ha, ha.

Octavia, it's a pleasure that you're embracing life this way.

I love seeing you.

DANIELS: She's bringing Miriam down.

- Not the dog! - That yapping dog that peed

- all over my new couch. - Ha, ha, ha.

You are gonna have to cook that dog for Thanksgiving.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

MAPLE: Honey, I'm gonna leave.

- Hold down the fort. - All right, doc.

- MAPLE: I'll see you tomorrow. - Good night.

LAURIE: Annie?

Oh, Annie.

Oh, baby.

[CRYING]

Oh, Annie.

Oh, Annie. Please don't die. Please, please, please don't die.

DANIELS: Please, Miss Strode.

You cannot be in here.

I just wanted to sit here with her. Please, I won't bother her.

Mm-mm. You need to go back to your own room.

You need to rest just as much as she does.

Please. Please Just a few minutes. Just a few minutes. Please.

Come on. Let's get you back into bed.

You're doing good, sweetie. Doing good. All right.

MAN [OVER PA]: Nurse Daniels, please report to Emergency Room A.

Oh. Honey, do you need my help getting back to your room?

I'm fine.

MAN: Nurse Daniels, please report to Emergency Room A.

Nurse, I...

I need something for my head.

Hello?

I'm getting really dizzy.

[GRUNTING]

Nurse, I need something for my head.

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING]

[WHIMPERING]

[DANIELS SCREAMING]

[DANIELS CRYING]

[MICHAEL GRUNTING AND DANIELS SCREAMING]

LAURIE: Help!

Help!

Help! Somebody! Please!

[SCREAMS]

[WHIMPERING]

Help! Help!

Help, somebody!

Help, somebody!

Please!

Help!

Somebody, please.

Help me!

[SCREAMING]

Help!

Help me!

Oh, goddamn it.

BUDDY: This is just fucking great.

- Help me, please! Help me! - Oh, my God!

- What the Christ are you doing here? - Please help. Help me, please.

BUDDY: You're gonna freeze your ass off out here.

LAURIE: Please! Please! Please! Here, easy.

- Look, just sit down. Here, here. LAURIE: Please!

Here, now. Put this on before they blame me for you catching pneumonia.

The nurse is dead. The nurse is...

No, no, it's going to be okay. Listen, it's going to be all right.

I work here. My name is Buddy.

- Okay, it's going to be fine. - No. No, it's not.

- I've gotta get you back. - No, it's... No, it's...

- Just let me go get my car, okay? - Please! Please!

- It'll just take a second. - No, no!

No, honey, it'll just take a second.

- Please don't leave me. Please. - The car is right out there.

Look, look, here. Here, here.

Just drink what's left of this till I get back, okay?

Okay? And I promise, I'll be back in just a second.

LAURIE: No, please. BUDDY: Okay, just don't...

Nobody's gonna hurt you, honey.

It'll be all right. Here, I'm gonna.. I'm gonna lock this door, okay?

One second,

and then I will pull up right here, okay?

All right.

LAURIE: Buddy!

Buddy, please.

Buddy, please come back!

[THE MOODY BLUES PLAYING "NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN"]

Buddy!

[PANTING]

Buddy!

BUDDY: I'm sorry.

This old car doesn't always like to start,

especially in the rain.

Everything will be fine, okay?

[LAURIE SCREAMS]

No! Buddy!

[BUDDY GRUNTING]

[LAURIE SCREAMING]

[MICHAEL GRUNTING]

Somebody! Somebody, please!

Help me! Help me, please!

[SCREAMS]

No!

[PANTING]

Come on.

He's dead.

He's fucking dead.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, God.

I am running ragged this morning.

ANNIE: Good Morning. - Running ragged.

Good morning.

- Did you hear Laurie last night? - Yes, Dad.

I hear her every night. Please, God, don't say anything to her.

I won't. I won't.

Want some egg whites?

No. I think I'm gonna get me one of them sticky buns on the way in.

That's great. Pastry for breakfast.

Seriously, 500 calories of sugar and shit.

I know it, I know it.

LAURIE: Morning. ANNIE: Morning.

BRACKETT: Good morning, sunshine.

I got to go. Hey, slow your roll for one second.

Please do not forget to pick up the pizza.

And whole-wheat crust.

God, Annie.

Why don't we just have them take the cheese and put it on cardboard?

- Aren't you late? - Cardboard's got a lot of fiber.

- And it's cheap. - No meat.

ANNIE: Rough night?

Did you hear me?

Mm. Just a little.

God. Just when I think I can get back to something as simple as sleep, it's like...

[GRUNTS]

Right back at me.

Do you wanna tell me about it?

Nah.

I don't remember much.

It was a hospital one.

I haven't had one of those in a while.

Guess I know what I'll be yakking about in therapy today.

One day at a time, babe.

One day at a time.

One fucking day at a time.

You know what, if I hear that fucking phrase one more fucking time...

She just fucking sits there in her fucking leather chair and judges me...

- like she's fucking God. - It's her job, Laurie. My God.

What am I supposed to say? Boo-fucking-hoo for you.

See? You don't fucking care.

Right, I don't fucking care. I don't understand, Laurie.

Oh, nice. Thanks for leaving me some coffee, Dad.

I don't know, I just... I wake up and I feel like I can't even breathe.

BARBARA: Mm-hm.

They seem to be getting worse.

I'm... I'm concerned,

but, gosh, I can't say that I'm surprised.

I mean, it's Halloween, and Halloween is a big trigger point for you, isn't it?

Barbara,

I know Michael Myers is dead.

I shot him in the fucking head.

I know he's not gonna come back just because of some stupid holiday.

- Laurie, they never found his body. - So?

So it's very hard for you to get closure on this.

I mean, he's objectively dead but he's living in your mind,

and he's living in your heart and your emotions.

So that's the reality that we have to heal you from.

Which is why I say you're still in recovery.

So, basically, I just have to wait until my brain heals?

Well, let's try and help your brain heal a little bit today, okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

How's your relationship with Annie going?

- Annie? - Yeah.

Not good.

Hm.

I don't know, I feel kind of shitty by saying this, but...

She's a constant reminder.

Every time I see her face, and I see those scars,

I know that it's my fault.

And I get angry. And there's something in my body that snaps.

And I get this zero to a hundred rage, and I just wanna go up to her,

- and I just wanna... Fuck, I don't know. - Finish the thought.

- Finish that thought. It's important. - I'd rather not. You'll send me away.

I would never send you away. We're here to keep you out of the hospital.

The last place you're gonna heal is in a hospital.

[SIGHS]

What is that?

That? That's whatever you think it is is what that is.

The theory is that this ambiguous stimuli here will bring

your subconscious thoughts into the light. Illuminate them.

So, what do you see?

White horse.

So, what does that tell you? Am I crazy or sane?

It tells me you're a girl who likes white horses.

[HORN HONKING]

NANCY: The natives are getting restless.

You were supposed to be here 45 minutes ago.

[PHONE RINGS]

LOOMIS: Hello. Yes, hello, darling.

No. How are you? Hello? Hello?

Damn. Hello? Argh.

Everybody has been completely briefed on why we are here.

They know the drill so I don't foresee any problems in that department.

Everything is kosher, as my people say.

I know every one of these journalists personally, they're cool.

Trust me, they are cool.

So I feel like this should be really a positive experience,

you know, and be really good for the book.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hi. Did you just mention "journalists," "cool" and "positive"

all in the same sentence without throwing up?

Yes, why? Is that a problem?

It's just quite an oxymoron, my dear.

Look, can you just level with me?

Is there going to be a problem today?

You are quite an odd one, aren't you?

I mean, look at you. Are you color-coordinated?

Pink clogs and this orange thing. Are you a clam digger or something?

I don't mean that in a lesbian sense.

- I think you mean "carpet muncher." - I'm not judging. I'm not...

- Hello. - Can we just not get personal?

Look at this. No!

Look, it's the wrong photograph!

I mean, this is old Loomis. This is new.

Yes, well, old Loomis increases sales by 25 percent, okay? So just...

I'm not going in there until you go get me

a cup of PG tips with a splash of milk, and I want it sizzling hot.

PG what?

Tea?

We don't have time.

Fine. Fine, I'll go find you some.

LOOMIS: Two percent. NANCY: Two percent.

[AMERAROCKER'S "SCREAM" PLAYS]

MEAT: Wow, the princess of punctuality is a little late.

Alert the authorities. Laurie has been replaced by a pod.

Whoa, wait, I'm early. I worked overtime last night.

Oh. See, you're too together. No, you gotta loosen up a little, babe.

You know, bring some anarchy to the party.

So you're saying I can start showing up whenever I want?

Not on my dime, sister.

You can save the slacker shit

for those corporate bloodsuckers who can afford it.

That's why we're going down the toilet.

Since 1946, this country has been under the military-industrial...

MYA: Fuck the man. - Right on, sister.

You're really interested. I know, I know.

[MYA CHUCKLES]

MEAT: I give in. You win. The old man caves again.

What's up with him? I don't know.

Are you gonna come and rock balls

with Harley and me at the Phantom Jam or what?

Hells yeah.

But I'm not sure if I'm down with the whole costume concept.

What? Okay, wait. Think of it like this.

It's so lame that it's totally cool again.

LAURIE: Well, I still like my idea better.

HARLEY: What up, dick-lickers?

Could you please convince Miss Too-Coolio-for-Schoolio

that our costume idea is totally rad?

Dude, suck it up, ho. We got a fucking theme going on. Don't screw it up.

Plus we got you that sick maid outfit

and dudes dig the domestic.

Come on, you guys, it's borderline drama-class nerd.

- Yeah. Own it. - All right. What do I have to do?

Stand on this chair and show the old hippie dude my tits again?

MYA: No. HARLEY: Oh, Meat!

Check out my lady lumps! LAURIE: No, no, no.

- I'll wear it. - Put down your fucking shirt.

HARLEY: You give in too easy.

All right, you guys ready for it?

LAURIE: For what? - Are you ready?

- Kick out the jams, motherfuckers! - Whoo!

[MC5'S "KICK OUT THE JAMS" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

LOOMIS [ON RECORDING]: Michael, I'm sorry to tell you this,

but your mother has passed away.

She'll be back.

No, I'm afraid she won't be coming to see you anymore.

I'll see her again, but I won't see you.

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Samuel Loomis,

author of The Devil Walks Among Us, in stores October 31 st.

Thank you all and welcome.

I think you can all see quite clearly here

that Michael's psychotic perception

is in complete denial about his own mother's suicide

Freud would certainly have a field day with that little one, wouldn't he?

[LOOMIS & CROWD CHUCKLE]

So it is the fate of all of us

to direct our first sexual impulses towards our mothers

and our first murderess hatred against our fathers.

Now, in Michael's case, I became the surrogate father.

The last father in a long series of fathers.

Well, um, has anybody got any questions at all?

Yes, sir. Yes. Please.

Um, you never really made it clear whether you believe it was nurture or nature

that contributed to Michael's condition.

I would like to answer it, in part, by quoting

the great George Bernard Shaw,

with a little Loomis twist at the end.

He says: "In the arts of life, man invents nothing.

But in the arts of death, he outdoes nature herself

and produces, by chemistry and machinery,

all the slaughter of plague, pestilence, famine"

and Michael Myers.

[LAUGHS]

Well, sorry, but I like that little one.

That's my own little twist.

Yes, ma'am?

Do you feel personally responsible for the deaths of as many as 15 victims?

I have tremendous sympathy for all the families involved.

And do I personally feel responsible? Ma'am, no, I do not.

And I've said that many times.

It's just awful and, um,

I was very nearly a victim myself.

I'm not a psychic Sherlock Holmes playing Superman.

Since the authorities haven't been able to produce a body,

do you think Michael is alive or dead?

WOMAN: Will he kill again?

Here we go again.

[MOUTHING]

Look, let me make things nice and sparkling clear.

Michael Myers is fucking dead!

Now, do you brain-dead gossip mongers

want me to spell it out for you? D-E-A-D!

DEBORAH: Michael.

Halloween is coming.

You have to get ready.

We are counting on you to bring us home this year.

I won't let you down.

DEBORAH: I know you won't, baby.

I love you, Mama.

DEBORAH: I love you too, Michael.

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

MAN: It's that same guy who's been coming.

You seen him before?

WOMAN: Yeah, it's the same filthy bum.

MAN: Stealing our shit. - I'd recognize him anywhere, Daddy.

Motherfucker.

Can't have drifters just coming in here and taking whatever they want.

What y'all gonna do?

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

[DOG BARKING]

Shut up, Ivan. We see him.

Let's do it.

DAUGHTER: You're just gonna scare him.

- Daddy, what the fuck? - Safety.

Hey, you stupid, slimy dick.

I told you if you came on this land again, I'd beat the fuck out of you.

What the fuck you think you're doing here?

SON: As big as he is dumb, man.

Look at that. He's about 7-foot of fuck-tard.

FATHER: I'm talking to you, shit-heel.

You stupid fuck!

I'm talking to you!

SON: What's wrong with this son of a bitch?

Give him a taste of that here.

[SON GRUNTING]

FATHER: All right.

DAUGHTER: Hey! No! You'll fucking kill him.

FATHER: Wanna go to jail for killing that fucking turd?

SON: One more shot. Shut up!

SON: Woo-hoo-hoo.

DAUGHTER: Chris, knock it off.

FATHER: Big man. SON: Oh, man.

DAUGHTER: Come on, Daddy. Don't you come back, son of a bitch.

Man, that was a professional ass-whupping there.

Oh, I'm jacked.

Whoo!

DAUGHTER: You okay? - Shut up, Ivan!

I'm so sorry. What are we gonna do, just fucking leave him out here?

Get in the truck.

Come on now. Chop-chop.

- Get in the truck. - I'm so sorry.

I am so sorry.

FATHER: Shut up, Ivan.

SON: Whoo. DAUGHTER: Seriously.

SON: Jump up. - You didn't need to

fucking beat him to a pulp.

SON: I told the guy. DAUGHTER: Fuck that.

[SON GRUNTING]

Oh, my God!

FATHER: Fuck!

[FATHER GRUNTING]

DAUGHTER: No, Daddy!

[FATHER AND DAUGHTER SCREAMING]

[AUDIO DECLINING]

[SCREAMING]

What are you doing? I said I was fucking sorry!

[MICHAEL GRUNTING]

[DOG BARKING]

LAURIE: Pizza.

- Dude, you didn't get whole wheat. - I forgot.

Mm-hm.

Anybody hungry?

- Starving like Marvin. BRACKETT: Starving like Marvin.

Has anybody at this table ever wondered

who Marvin is?

I mean, the original Marvin who was starving Marvin?

- What? - Was it...? Was it Lee Marvin?

Who's Lee Marvin?

"Who's Lee Marvin?"

Did I stutter?

Paint Your Wagon. The Professionals. Lee Marvin.

Cat Ballou?

Cat Ballou. He was great in Cat Ballou.

I can't believe you guys haven't seen it. He was, like, playing this drunk,

but he's, like, the greatest gun in the West.

At one point he's, like,

talking about being a gunslinger.

Bam. And he misses the barn.

He misses the barn completely.

I wanna thank the both of you for making me feel as old as Methuselah.

All I know is I hope that dead, rotting flesh didn't bump on my pineapple.

A little dead, rotting flesh never hurt anybody.

Oh, God. Do we have to do this every fucking time we eat together?

We need to get you off the animal products, Mr. B.

ANNIE: Not gonna happen. - Man was meant to eat meat.

We, all of us, have a little bit of caveman in us.

[GRUNTING]

ANNIE: God.

How is it possible that every father

perfects the art of humiliating their offspring?

What? It's cute.

Mm-hm.

[GRUNTS]

- What? - Come on, Annie.

I'll go. I always go.

[SIGHS]

[GRUNTING]

ANNIE: Hang on.

God.

- Here. - Thanks.

Sorry I was such a bitch earlier.

I get it.

Okay.

Where have you been? I've been waiting.

You know I can't come here anymore.

My time here is over.

- You're here now. - Michael,

you know I'm not really here.

I wanna show you something.

All right.

I found her.

I found Boo.

My baby.

Can we be a family again?

Not yet, Michael.

Not yet.

[SCREAMING]

[PANTING]

Oh, fuck.

Come here, buddy.

WENDY: So, Dr. Loomis, tell me.

How long do you plan on staying in town?

Please. Sam.

Thank you. Well, I could stay a few extra days.

It depends on if there's something or someone that motivated me.

NANCY: Excuse me, Dr. Loomis...

We're in... I'm in the middle of something.

Could I speak to you for a second? Please?

- What? - Please?

Excuse me, my dear. I won't be one second.

What?

Okay, I am all for selling books. All right?

God knows I've done some things that I'm not proud of,

but this is disgusting. I did not agree to this backdrop.

I mean, what's next? Heading over to the cemetery

and dancing on the victims' graves?

Look, I don't think you quite understand

- what I'm trying to accomplish here. - Well, fair enough. I don't.

Please, explain it to me. I would really like to understand.

I'm selling the sizzle, not the steak.

- The sizzle? - Yes.

The sizzle. It's bad taste is what it is.

It's just gonna add fuel to the lynch mob fire.

- Bad taste? Bad taste? - Yes.

My God, it's business, woman! Business.

Besides, bad taste is the petrol that drives the American dream.

Well, I think it's a mistake.

- Oh, yeah, you do, do you? - Yes.

Well, when I want your opinion, I'll beat it out of you.

Here. Now, take that and go sit in the car. Go on. Get your ass in there.

LOOMIS: Okay. Hi, where do you want me?

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]

[LAURIE SCREAMS]

LAURIE: Die, you fucking bitch!

You fucking bitch! I'm gonna fucking kill you.

I'm gonna fuck you... Rip your fucking throat.

Fucking die, you fucking bitch!

You fucking cunt!

Fucking bitch!

Please, Laurie, please!

You fucking... Die, you fucking bitch!

[ANNIE SCREAMING]

Laurie! Laurie, Laurie, Laurie!

[SCREAMS]

[GASPING]

[WHIMPERING]

[SOBBING]

Argh!

LOU: You guys like Frankenstein? KIDS: Yes.

LOU: Who likes popcorn?

LAURIE: So I was going through the park,

and there was this really crazy Frankenstein.

And he was, like, yelling at the kids.

And he was yelling at them, like, perverted things and stuff.

And I really thought it was funny and I stopped and watched.

And then I saw, I saw this umm.. like this, like this farm.

BARBARA: Laurie? - And this lady let me hold the pig.

BARBARA: What are you feeling right now, Laurie?

The pig really liked me and she said that the pig

- Laurie? - Liked me. I wanted to take it home.

Sit down, Laurie.

Come on, Laurie.

Stay centered. What's going on?

I had this really, really, really crazy attack.

And not while I was asleep, while I was awake.

Look, I just need you to prescribe me something, please.

Laurie, according to my notes, you should have a lot of medication.

I don't. I'm out.

Look, I need you to get your magic pen and your magic piece of paper,

and I need you to write me up a prescription, please.

Laurie, that's not the answer. Are you doing your breathing exercises?

- Breathing exercises? - Yes, it helps.

- Breathing exercises aren't gonna cut it. - They help, Laurie.

- And I can't deal with this! - Oh, honey.

I'm not strong enough and I'm tired of pretending that I am.

Look, Laurie, listen to me. Stay with me.

You are so much stronger than you think you are. You are.

- Now, go on, sit down. Sit down. - You better fucking let me go

and give me some fucking prescriptions!

I'm gonna give you some Haldol to tide you over.

- Haldol? - Yes, Haldol.

- It'll take some of these thoughts away. - I don't want Haldol.

- I want my prescription! - I'm so sorry you're going through this.

Fuck, you know what?

Fuck you and fuck this!

I'm tired of your: "How are you, Laurie?

I'm so concerned at 100 bucks an hour."

You know what? I would be fucking concerned at 100 bucks an hour.

- I'm really concerned right now. - Bullshit.

- No, it's not bullshit. You know what, you're more fucked up than I am,

you crazy bitch!

[WENDY ON TV] For most of us, Michael Myers is a mysterious legend of evil.

But for Dr. Samuel Loomis,

the bogeyman is all too real.

There have been wild rumors circulating as to the content of your new book.

- What can you tell me? - Well,

after my last encounter with Michael,

some startling facts came to light,

and I just thought that the public really ought to know.

WENDY: Such as?

Read the book, as they say.

But weren't you horrified when the news broke that Michael's body went missing?

LOOMIS: No, not really.

How you can lose a body, you know, transporting it from A to B.

You better ask the sheriff's department that one. Heh, heh, heh.

WENDY: Well, do you think that the body will reappear?

Yes, probably. You know, somewhere it'll reappear,

along with the Elephant Man's bones at some sideshow.

But as my old Aunt Miri used to say:

"Freaks will always find their way home."

[ROCKABILLY MUSIC PLAYING ON TV]

What's up with the booze?

Oh, yeah. Meet my new best friend.

Oh, is this how your new work friends roll?

Maybe. Jealous?

- Whatever. - You know what Annie?

I don't need your shit.

You don't need my shit?

You don't need my shit? I put up with your shit, 24-7.

You better back the fuck off!

Or what, huh? The fuck are you gonna do?

You know what, you act like you're the only one whose life got fucking trashed.

I'm so not buying the new Laurie act.

I'm not putting up with your moaning shit.

Get the fuck out of my room! Get the fuck out of my room!

I'm not impressed.

Fuck!

[ROD STEWART'S "I'M LOSING YOU" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

HOWARD: "Hey, Howard.

Can't afford the new tits. Can you loan me some bones?"

Fucking whore.

LOU: Hey! Hey, Misty, come here.

Come on, it's on. Come on, it's finally on.

I'm on TV. You're missing it. Move your ass. Come here. Look at this!

MISTY: Oh, my God, baby.

Ha, ha, ha. Look at that. I'm incredible.

[ON TV] The smile you'll have on your face at the Rabbit In Red Lounge

when you come and you see some of my girls dance because they are fantastic.

LOU: Hey, Howard, where are those drinks?

[LOU LAUGHS AND HOWARD CHUCKLES]

HOWARD: Hey, boss. That's right, they love you, man.

- That's why the whole town loves you. LOU: Yeah, they love me.

They love me like cancer, that's how much they love me.

You look like that big guy.

[GRUNTING]

The shit falls on his head.

"Grandfather, I'm mad, I'm pissed off.

Hey, where's my daughter with the cans and the blond hair and the...?"

LOU: What are you talking about?

Yeah. Green makes you look sexy, baby.

[LOU CHUCKLES]

Green. That suits you, man.

It really suits you. It's like the color of money. Ka-ching.

MISTY: Dumbass. Ha-ha-ha.

LOU: Hey, Howard, let me ask you a question.

I got a riddle for you.

What does a stripper do with her asshole before she dances.

I don't know.

She gives him 10 bucks and she tells him to take out the trash!

[MISTY & HOWARD LAUGHING]

- That's a good one. - Here, Howard. Take out the trash.

Take out the trash, Howard.

MISTY: He's good at taking out the trash.

Ha-ha-ha. I'm funny.

Yeah, I'm the big joke.

Hey, I'm on TV. Quiet. Shut up. Shut up.

Enjoy the fucking herpes, old man.

LOU: I got an aura. MISTY: You got an aura, baby.

LOU: You have an aura. You got two auras.

MISTY: You're so bad. LOU: Heh, heh. Really?

MISTY: Auras are popping out. LOU: Ha! Let me see those auras.

HOWARD: Two-faced bitch.

Fucking Hoss. I'm fucking Hop Sing doing all the chores.

You bitch.

"Yeah, Howard.

Can I have some money for my dad's blood transfusion?"

What the fuck you doing, man,

sneaking around back here?

Hey.

The boss don't like you bums hanging out back here,

rooting around through the Dumpsters.

So get a move on.

Look, man.

Don't give me no reason.

I already sent some sorry fucking jag-off

to the emergency room tonight.

So

I suggest you take the easy road out

and hit the bricks, Dorothy.

Heh, fu...

Trust me,

you filthy, dirty hippie,

you don't wanna be doing that.

Copy that, downtown?

[GRUNTS]

Fuck.

[HOWARD GRUNTING]

[MICHAEL GRUNTING]

DEBORAH: We're done waiting.

Only a river of blood can bring us back together.

It's up to you.

It's always been up to you, Michael.

Hey, baby, you know what? It's after midnight.

So? I don't think my pussy is gonna turn into a pumpkin.

It's technically Halloween, baby.

How'd you like to be fucked by the Frankenstein monster, huh?

[BOTH LAUGHING]

- You're my bride of Frankenstein. - Oh, ooh.

Big, green, scary monster!

Oh, no. Oh, I'm so scared.

- Ha, ha, ha. Titties good. - No.

Ass good.

I'm gonna give it to you good.

I'm gonna give you my jolly green giant.

Jesus Christ!

What are you doing? Get the fuck out of here.

Come on, get the fuck out of here, motherfucker.

You're gonna stare me down?

Stare this down, motherfucker!

Come on now! I'll fucking blow two holes right through your fucking mask.

I been to Nam. I'll take you out, you hear me? I'll fucking...

[MISTY SCREAMING]

[SOBBING]

[LOU SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

LOU: What are you doing?

[SCREAMING]

Open the door! No!

No! Open the door!

[MISTY SCREAMING]

Son of a bitch!

You fucking did it!

Fuck, what am I gonna do?

[PHONE RINGING]

- Hello? BRACKETT: Hey, princess.

Hey, Dad. What's up?

Listen, is, uh, is Laurie around?

I'd like to talk to her.

No, she left before I got up. Why, what's up?

Well, could you do me a favor?

Could you find her and then call me when you do?

Why? What's going on?

Uh, sweetie, I gotta tell you about that later.

Could you just do me that favor, please?

- Everything okay? - Everything is fine.

I just need to talk to her, sweetie. Okay?

He's still out there.

Rich and famous. All because of our pain.

DEBORAH: I hope he's having fun.

Are you a real redhead? Thank you. Have a good one.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

LOOMIS: It's going very well, indeed. Well done.

Yes, look at the crowd. It's great. Great.

Right, well done.

Ah. Thank you. Can you make it out to, uh...?

- I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous. Chett. - Calm down, calm down.

- Big deep breath. - Thanks.

Chett Johns. No, no, actually, you know what?

- Chett, the bringer of death. - Okay.

That's Chett with two T's.

- Chett, the bringer of... - The bringer of

death. Oh, man, that is so awesome.

- There you go. - Thank you. Look,

I just wanted to let you know

that Michael is so much deeper than those other guys.

Like Dahmer and that bitch Bundy

because he eats at the core of the victim's soul, you know?

- How people ostracize those... - All right. Well, thanks so much.

- You're the man. You're the man. - You're the man!

- All right. Thank you. - You're the man, dude.

- You're awesome. Thank you. NANCY: Thank you.

[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]

LOOMIS: Jesus. Well, we always have one, don't we?

[LAUGHING]

Hi. How are you?

Ah. Oh.

Do you want me to sign this? What?

KYLE: You don't recognize her?

- Um... Why? Should I? - I'm not surprised.

Ahem. Take a really good look at her.

- Oh, she's beautiful. - She was beautiful.

- This is my daughter. - Mm-hm.

Lynda.

- Your monster killed her. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

- He butchered her. - You have my deepest sympathy.

Do I have your deepest sympathy, you fucking pig?

- I'm truly sorry. - You killer.

- No, I didn't kill anyone. - You killer!

All right, everyone, just calm down. It's all right.

You butchered my baby. Back up!

You butchered my baby!

NANCY: Can we get somebody...? KYLE: I'm gonna get you, Loomis.

I swear... Get your hands off me. Get your goddamn hands off me!

It's all right. Everyone, just calm down. Calm down.

- All right, I'm fine. LOOMIS: Everything's under control.

- You son of a bitch! NANCY: He's got a gun!

KYLE: I'm gonna kill you, Loomis! LOOMIS: Jesus.

I'm gonna kill you, goddamn it!

NANCY: I mean, the police said that it wasn't even loaded, so...

LOOMIS: Oh, I feel so much better.

All part of the job, I suppose.

Spoon-feeding drivel to the masses.

Comes with its own bloody price, doesn't it?

If you say so.

Just what is that tone, Miss McDonald?

Do you think I'm crossing the line or something?

I mean, do please feel free to voice your opinion.

Well, off the record, yes.

Yes, actually, I think this book crosses quite a few lines.

These are people's lives you're toying with.

There's gonna be serious repercussions.

[CRYING]

Fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck you, motherfucker!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fucker!

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

ANNIE: Laurie?

Hey. Hey!

[LAURIE CRYING]

What is...? Hey, where are you going?

I'm getting the fuck out of here.

Wait. Wait, hey! Listen, my dad called. He was trying to find you.

Yeah, I bet he was.

Tell me you didn't know, please!

- Tell me you didn't know. ANNIE: Know what?

Fuck it. I mean, daddy's little princess knows all, right?

What are you talking about?

Hey, stop. Calm down. Look at me.

What is going on?

Let me just call my dad, okay? We can talk to him.

You know what? I have a message for your dad.

Tell him that Angel says "fuck you"!

ANNIE: Who is Angel? Laurie!

[DIAMOND HEAD'S "AM I EVIL?" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Hey, fucking asshole!

Fuck you!

Hey, sweetie, did you find her?

Yes. She ran in and she ran out screaming some shit about:

"Tell your dad that Angel says 'fuck you."'

[OVER PHONE] Who the fuck is Angel?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I want you to head over to my house and keep an eye on Annie for me. Okay?

ANDY: Oh, boss, last year she tried to kick me in the nuts.

You know she's not gonna like this.

I don't care what she likes.

Now head over to my place, and if she kicks you out,

you just sit outside with a shotgun on your lap,

- like you did last year, all right? - Yes.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Look, um, can I crash here tonight, please?

MYA: Yeah, okay.

What's up?

Look, I just found something out that's kind of

freaking me the fuck out.

Okay. What is it?

See, I went into this bookstore,

and I got this book and

inside there's just a bunch of pictures...

Check me out, man.

Fucking sick, huh? Whoo.

I'm a chick dressing up as a dude who wants to be a chick.

- Shut up. - What? Who died?

[CRYING]

Shit, baby, did somebody really die?

I'm not me.

I'm not me. Do you understand what the fuck I'm saying?

- Not really. - But...

Who are you then?

I'm Angel Myers.

Michael Myers' sister.

Heh. All right, dude, even I wouldn't fucking touch that joke.

You can't kid around about that shit. You had me going there.

- You're such a good little actress... - I am not fucking joking!

All right, if you fucking think I'm lying, look at this.

All right? Look.

There's me, Angel Myers.

And here's my fucked-up life.

Fuck.

Maybe it's a mistake. I mean.

HARLEY: Holy shit, dude.

This is fucking insane.

DAVID: Our next guest gained infamy as a psychologist

for America's leading serial killer.

"Leading serial killer"? Well, he's probably the most notorious.

YANKOVIC: "Leading"? - He's number one in his field.

Anyway, his new book is called The Devil Walks Among Us

is available somewhere. Please welcome Dr. Samuel Loomis.

[BAND PLAYING AND AUDIENCE CLAPPING]

- Dr. Loomis. - Hi, David. How are you?

- Have a seat. - Hi, everyone. Nice to, uh...

Thank you. Thank you. Very nice.

- Mr. Weird, how are you? - Al's good.

Great.

Now, you've been criticized, and in some circles, I gotta say,

outright accused of profiteering off the misery of others.

I mean, how do you even respond to that criticism?

Well, you know, I think that's completely unfounded.

I always get permission when I do the parody.

No, Al, I was talking to Loomis.

Oh, I'm sorry. Go ahead.

No, no, no, please. It was fascinating, your answer.

- Your turn. I'm done. LOOMIS: If you've got something...

Ahem. Actually, I take great issue with that statement.

Besides, I might say that I've endured quite a lot of misery of my own

in order to tell this story.

Yeah, everyone feels real bad for you except...

LOOMIS: I have never, ever been so humiliated in all my life!

NANCY: You were fantastic. Trust me.

- Nonsense! Good night. Thank you. - Thank you.

BOY 1: Trick or treat. WOMAN: Here you go.

BOY 2: Thank you. BOY 1: Thank you.

Are you a giant?

Can we be friends?

Mark, come on. Don't talk to strangers.

Bye.

LAURIE: I wanna party. I've spent my whole fucking life being good

and look where it's gotten me.

Fucking nowhere.

Fuck it, you guys.

Are you guys with me or not?

I just... I think that we should stay back, you know.

I mean, what you need is a mellow night.

- No, I don't. - Yeah, definitely. We can just

watch TV or something.

Yeah, like, order some food

and figure all this shit out.

I, want...

to go party!

I wanna fucking get drunk. I don't fucking care anymore.

I want to fucking party!

- I wanna party. - Well, you know me. I'm totally in.

Come on, she wants to party.

- Please? - Oh, please?

Come on. Come on, boo-boo, please?

All right, all right, all right. Fine.

- Has to be a chill night, though. - Okay, a chill night.

[CAPTAIN CLEGG AND THE NIGHT CREATURES PLAYING "TRANSYLVANIA TERROR TRAIN"]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[MAN SINGING "TRANSYLVANIA TERROR TRAIN"]

What the fuck? Andy, are you seriously planning on standing out here all night?

- This is ridiculous. - Hey, Annie,

I just do what the boss tells me.

Well, I'm the boss of the boss,

and I say move your shitbox over there, Kojak. Okay?

And don't make a federal case out of it. Turn off the damn gumballs.

I'll do what I gotta do.

What the fuck are you gonna do, jackhole?

ANDY: You'll find out. - Oh. Ooh, I'll find out?

Ooh. I'm shaking in my boots.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Okay, why don't we get back to the music.

I get another drink.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Good idea, huh?

Let's go. Captain Clegg and the Night Creatures.

[CHEERING]

[PLAYING "MACON COUNTY MORGUE"]

MAN: Yeah!

[SINGING "MACON COUNTY MORGUE"]

[CHUCKLING]

HARLEY: Do you like my outfit? MAN: I do, I do.

What are you supposed to be? A sexy vampire?

HARLEY: I'm a chick who's dressing up as a dude who wants to be a chick.

MAN: But you are, you are a chick, though, right?

Watch your step.

HARLEY: Why don't you put your hands down my pants and find out, Wolfman?

MAN: At this point I don't really care. No, but seriously, you have a vagina?

[MAN HOWLS AND HARLEY CHUCKLES]

HARLEY: You're so cute.

MAN: You're gonna like my van, though, I promise.

- You got a fucking van? - Yeah. I got a van.

It's got some drinks in there. They're roofie-free, I swear.

HARLEY: A "blowjob"? Is that what you guys call them still?

I call them "sucking a dick."

MAN: There she is. She's a beauty. - She is, isn't she?

MAN: I had a lot of fun in this van. And a lot of pussy.

The Shaggin' Wagon.

It's a work of art. I like her...

What's the difference between a jack-o'-lantern and a blond?

CROWD: What?

There is no difference.

They both have a blank expression, and they're hollow inside.

[LAUGHS THEN HOWLS]

[BOOS]

I like them, you know what I mean? You shut the lights off, they glow.

The ladies seem to like it.

Yeah? The ladies love it?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

- You get laid a lot? - I get a good amount.

Hey, hold this, Blondie.

Now Blondie and jack-o'-lantern both have three holes.

[LAUGHING]

Hey, Gianova, do the trick. Heh-heh.

Watch this. Wow.

[CROWD CHEERING AND COFFINS HOWLS]

I love it.

You look very pretty tonight, by the way. Very pretty.

I like your tattoos. Are they real?

- Oh, yeah. They're real. - They're real? That's cool.

- I was thinking about getting... - These are real too.

They are real. May I? That's... They feel real.

- That's... That's nice. That's nice. - That's it?

[FAKES CRYING]

[CHEERING]

You big baby!

Go home!

- Talking's not working, okay? - I'll shut up.

I'm gonna shut up.

[FOGHAT'S "I JUST WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU" PLAYS]

Okay, look. Time out, time out. I'll be right back.

I'll be right back. Give me one second.

- Where the fuck are you going, dude? - I gotta take a piss.

I've had to pee since I got here.

I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere.

So who says I wasn't into the water sports?

A little golden shower.

That's gross. You're a trip. I'll be right back. I'll be right back.

Hurry the fuck up.

Fucking hurry up, dude.

[URINE SPLASHING]

HARLEY: Oh, my God.

No! No! No!

Oh, my God. No!

[HARLEY SCREAMING]

[CAPTAIN CLEGG AND THE NIGHT CREATURES PLAYING "MACON COUNTY MORGUE"]

[CROWD CHEERING AND WHOOPING]

DAVID [ON TV]: Welcome Dr. Samuel Loomis.

LOOMIS: Thank you, thank you.

Dr. Donald Faber, who's a noted abnormal psychologist...

He's not noted.

He says, "Nothing more than a bloody horror show

showcasing Dr. Loomis' own self-inflated ego

and never-ending quest for fame and fortune."

YANKOVIC: Put that in your scrapbook.

DAVID: How do you swallow that?

Snap!

You got snapped on by Weird Al.

If I'd survived a shark attack, you'd be gushing over every gory detail.

Begging me to show the teeth marks.

God, no. Horrendous.

Are you telling me there's no difference between Michael Myers and a shark?

LOOMIS: Of course there is. Good God, don't be ridiculous.

YANKOVIC: I'm a little confused.

Are we talking about the Austin Powers Mike Myers

- or is this...? - It's over.

Mya!

[MAN SINGING "DAY OF THE DEAD"]

Mya!

Mya!

COFFINS: Looking for me? Ha-ha-ha.

LAURIE: Do you know where Mya is?

[LAURIE GRUNTING]

What do you want from me?

It's almost time to come home, Angel.

Is she ready?

Soon.

[LAURIE SCREAMING]

MYA: Laurie, Laurie.

Hey, hey! It's me, it's Mya.

Come on. Oh, fuck.

Step. Steppity-steppity-step.

Hey, I so wanna go back in.

- And I wanna... - No, no, no.

- No. We're going home. - Hey.

Where's Harley?

I don't know.

- See, we need to go back in and... - No.

She went to go hang out with some dude like she always does.

She'll find her way home.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

BRACKETT [OVER PHONE]: Hey, sweetie.

Seriously, Dad. Please stop calling.

- Okay? - Oh. Okay.

I know you love me.

Oh, God. I love you too.

[ANDY GRUNTING]

[ANNIE SOBBING AND SCREAMING]

[GLASS SHATTERING]

[THUDS AND MICHAEL GRUNTING]

MYA: I'm glad you decided to come home.

Running away never solves anything. Trust me, I've tried.

LAURIE: I'm sure they have their reasons for not telling me.

Figure it out in the morning.

Hey, world!

Guess what.

I'm Michael Myers' sister!

I'm so fucked!

What am I gonna do, dude?

Just take it one day at a time.

One day at a time.

- Annie was right. MYA: Maybe she's a genius.

Home sweet home.

The place is, like, spinning.

- Want some tea? - Yeah. What you got?

- Blended black/green tea? - Uh-uh.

- Berry blossom... - Yeah, berry.

- Does it have caffeine in it? - Yeah.

No. Dude, I can't fucking read that?

Oh, yeah, it does.

It's okay. I'll sleep like a baby after what we went through tonight.

Mmm. These cookies are so good. You should have a cookie.

It'll help soak up all that alcohol rotting in your gut.

Ugh. Don't think a cookie is gonna save me.

Oh, my head.

What the fuck?

Annie?

[ANNIE SCREAMING]

Annie?

Annie?

[ANNIE SOBBING]

Annie?

No, please.

[GRUNTING]

Now go have some fun.

Okay.

Annie?

- Annie! Aah! Aah! Aah! MYA: Oh, my God.

- No, baby! MYA: Oh, my God!

[LAURIE & MYA SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Mya, Mya, Mya!

I need you to calm down. Okay.

I need you to call 911. Please? I need you to call 911.

Go! Go!

Oh, my God! Annie!

Oh, my God, baby.

Fuck.

Baby.

Oh, my God.

There's a girl in the, um...

She's upstairs, she's...

I don't know... I don't know if she's okay. She may be dead, but there's blood everywhere.

Stay with me. Please stay with me. Please.

Please, I need you, okay?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, I need you so much.

Baby, I'm so sorry.

Mya, hurry!

I don't know. I'm on Cherrywood Road, I'm not at home.

I'm at... Maybe it's avenue, uh... Hold on.

Stay on the line. It's Cherrywood, I know that.

It's... We're at 1-5... We're at 15 Cherry...

[MYA SCREAMING]

Mya?

[MYA GRUNTS]

[WHIMPERING]

Mya, what's happening?!

ANNIE: It is him. Please go.

LAURIE: I'm not leaving you.

Baby, I'm gonna put you down.

ANNIE: No, no. - I'm gonna put you down.

ANNIE: No.

[ANNIE GROANING]

LAURIE: Okay.

Okay. Hold on, baby, hold on.

You know, Annie's gonna smell this on my clothes and kill me.

Sheriff Brackett.

I just got a 911 phone call.

- So did you dispatch? - Yes, sir, I did.

- So why are you telling me about it? - Because, sir,

the phone call came from your house.

No.

LAURIE: Please, baby, please.

- I'm gonna stay right here. - It's okay.

No, baby, no. I'm not leaving you.

ANNIE: It's okay. Go. - No, I'm not gonna leave you.

Baby? Baby? Baby?

[ANNIE COUGHING]

Annie?

Annie? Stay with me.

Stay with me. Stay with me, baby. Stay with me, okay?

You gotta stay with me. You gotta.

Annie, stay with me.

[LAURIE CRYING]

Annie?

Annie? Annie?

Annie?

Don't leave me, baby.

[THUDDING]

Annie.

[LAURIE SCREAMING]

[GASPS]

[SIREN WAILING]

Please, sheriff, you don't wanna go in there. L... Let me handle this.

Where is she?

You don't wanna go in there, sheriff.

BRACKETT: No.

Oh, God.

[MOANING]

Oh, no. Annie.

Annie! God, no.

God, please.

Oh, God. No!

No!

[SCREAMING INAUDIBLY]

[WHIMPERING]

Stop!

Stop, please!

Please stop!

Stop! Please!

Stop!

Please! Please stop!

Stop, please!

Stop!

Stop!

[PANTING]

Stop.

Please stop. Stop, please.

[VOID'S "TIME TO DIE" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Stop.

JIMMY: Hey.

Hey.

- Are you okay? - He's coming. Please.

- He's coming. He's coming. - No one's coming.

- It's okay. - He's... He's gonna kill me.

- Please! - It's okay.

I gotta take you to a hospital, okay?

We're gonna go to a hospital, and everything's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

LAURIE: Hurry. - It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

You're all right. You're all right. It's okay.

[LAURIE AND JIMMY SCREAM]

[SCREAMING]

[HORN HONKING]

[FIRE CRACKLING]

[CAR DOOR OPENS]

Chief.

We got another body up on Eagle Road.

We got a witness.

She saw a large man carrying a girl away from a crash.

The state police believe the perp is barricaded inside of a shack

just north of the crash site.

Okay.

Want me to handle it?

[GRUNTING]

- I think maybe you should drive. - Yes, sir.

People, roll out. Going to Eagle Road.

Who are you?

You know who I am, Angel.

Now,

repeat after me:

I love you, Mommy.

I love you, Mommy.

[WHISPERS] I love you, Mommy.

I love you, Mommy.

I love you, Mommy.

I love you, Mommy.

I love you, Mommy.

Mommy, I love you! Please! Please don't!

Let me go! Let me go!

BRACKETT [ON BULLHORN]: You are surrounded.

Come out with your hands up.

- Help! Help, please! BRACKETT: I repeat.

You are surrounded.

- Come out with your hands up. LAURIE: Don't! Please!

MAN 1 [ON TV]: Treasury purchases today to keep that 10-year yield below 3 percent.

That's a big issue. When stock traders start talking about treasury yields, pay attention.

You're an asshole.

MAN 2: This is breaking news.

MAN 3: This is Chopper 2. I wanna take you below.

This situation is just incredible. I can't believe what I'm reporting,

but a man who police believe to be deceased serial killer Michael Myers

has taken a hostage, now identified as Laurie Strode.

Miss Strode allegedly shot and killed Myers herself

after being abducted on Halloween night.

And as if this story couldn't get more twisted, it was revealed earlier today...

God, no.

BRACKETT [ON BULLHORN]: Come out with your hands up.

You're surrounded.

OFFICER 1: Tell me you got a shot, Caleb.

- No, I can't get a clean shot. - Damn it.

In the shack. You're surrounded.

There is no escape.

Come out with your hands up.

- Waste of fucking time. - Chief.

No sniper has a clean shot.

OFFICER 2: Hey, hey, hey! Get this vehicle out of here. Sir, get back in the car.

BRACKETT: Hold this. - Sheriff!

Sheriff.

[LOOMIS GRUNTS]

BRACKETT: Get up. Get up.

There's an innocent girl in there I might have kept safe

but for your greedy fucking book.

I wanna shoot you. I wanna shoot you so bad.

I wanna shoot him. I wanna shoot him!

- I wanna fucking shoot him! OFFICER 3: Sheriff, please.

You son of a bitch! You don't deserve to live.

Please, I just

came here because I wanted to help.

There is nothing that you have to say

that I wanna hear.

Sheriff, please.

You must trust me.

Look, this is pointless.

Michael's never gonna respond to hostage negotiations.

Get him the fuck out of here.

Listen, I can draw him out.

I can draw him out. I need to do this.

- Please, let me do this. - Get him the fuck out of here!

All right, all right, all right! I can walk from here, okay.

Get out of there!

Sheriff! I owe you.

- I owe you this. - Goddamn it!

- Stand down! OFFICER 4: Stand down!

[LAURIE WHIMPERING]

Michael.

She...

needs to come with me.

- Come on. - L... I can't.

He's holding me down.

What?

Listen to me, Laurie. There's no one holding you down.

Let me go!

Listen to me, Laurie, listen! Stop!

Let me go!

- Listen to me! LAURIE: Let go of me!

Stop it!

- Stop! It's all in your mind. - No! No!

- It's all in your mind! - Let me go!

- We are ready. - Stop!

DEBORAH: It is time, Michael. - Stop!

- Take us home. - Stop!

Stop!

Michael, for God in hell...

MICHAEL: Die!

[GRUNTS]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

Now!

[SHOUTING INAUDIBLY]

[GUNSHOTS]

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

[NAN VERNON'S "LOVE HURTS" PLAYING]

Subtitles by ARAVIND B [by_agentsmith@yahoo.com]