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RADIO ANNOUNCER:
"W" who?

WURG 94.9, the Urge,

Haddonfield's home for rock.

WILLIE THE KID:
I'm Willie the Kid,

and there's n-n-nothing
you can do about it.

("Midnight Monsters Hop"
by Jack & Jim playing)

* Late one night
when the moon was tall *

* The midnight monsters
had a ball *

* At the county morgue
till the break of day *

* You could hear
those monsters say *

-* Hey, boo *
-* Hey, boo *

-* You're cool *
-* You're cool *

* At the Midnight
Monsters Hop *

* The mummy was
a-frontin' the band *

* On the yakkety sax
the Invisible Man *

* A zombie on the voodoo drum *

* And the guitar man
was a real weird one *

-* They scowl *
-* They scowl *

-* And they howl *
-* And howl *

* At the Midnight
Monsters Hop *

* *

(lively chatter)

* Just before
the break of day *

* The monsters all
are on their way *

* Back to the coffin
in the old graveyard *

* The Headless Horseman
was a-ridin' hard *

-* They're gone *
-* They're gone *

-* Come dawn *
-* Come dawn *

* At the Midnight
Monsters Hop. *

(doorbell rings)

Corey, you're a lifesaver.

Hi.

How've you been? Come on in.

(playing Bach's Toccata
and Fugue in D minor, BWV 565)

MRS. ALLEN:
Roger! Corey's here!

Sorry this is last-minute,
but Andrea got a stomach bug

-and literally just called me.
-Oh, it's okay.

It's Roger's company
Halloween party,

and I could care less, but...
Roger!

Hope he's better at childcare
than he is at yard work.

You know, next spring,

you should consider
some perennials.

Hydrangeas could really

-balance out that dogwood.
-Saving for college?

-Where did you say
you're going? -Oh, I'm applying

to a few different
engineering programs.

Just saving money this year
so I can go next fall.

Jeremy, the sitter's here!

Jeremy!

(screams, chuckles)

Jeremy!

-Ah! You! I'm gonna get you!
-(Jeremy laughing)

I'm gonna get you.
(growls playfully)

(both laughing)

Crash landing! Kaboom!

Oh!

-(chuckles)
-Beep, beep, beep, beep.

Can you show me how to make
a Thunder Bomber?

Number one of all time.

-My dad can do the best.
-No pressure.

Yeah, I'll sure give it
a shot, little dude.

MR. ALLEN: You gonna be good
for Mr. Corey?

-Corey. Could I talk
to you for a sec? -Yeah.

JEREMY:
Here comes the Thunder Bomber!

I'm gonna put the candy
on the porch.

Trick-or-treat kids
can help themselves.

Help yourself
to anything in the fridge.

MR. ALLEN: She made zucchini
bread. It's actually good.

-(chuckling)
-You have my number.

-Okay.
-If there's an emergency,

but we'll just be
right down the street.

-JEREMY: Crash! -(door closes)
-(inhales deeply)

And there is one thing
I need to tell you.

Since last Halloween--
all the events and,

you know, the headlines
of Michael Myers--

Jeremy's been afraid
of the dark.

(whispering): He's been
wetting the bed at night.

And, um, bedtime has been
difficult. (chuckles)

JEREMY:
I can hear you!

Uh, I can read him a story
or something.

-Does he have a favorite book?
-Then once he goes to bed,

he talks in his sleep.

Says he hears voices.

He's just really
sensitive to things

-that give him bad dreams.
-Right. All that just sounds

like normal kid
imagination stuff, right?

-(Jeremy yelling playfully)
-(door opens)

-No TV and no more candy.
-(door closes)

You guys can play
till 8:30, 8:45.

Then he should go to bed.

-Easy money.
-Yes.

JEREMY:
Gonna come play with me or what?

-(chuckling)
-That sounds like a threat.

It's Halloween.

We're gonna have
a good time tonight.

-(crickets chirping)
-(dog barking in distance)

(man screaming on TV)

JEREMY:
Oh.

-Ugh.
-COREY: Look, man, we can

shut it off if you're scared
of monster movies.

No. No. You're scared.

(chuckling): I'm 21 years old.
I don't get scared.

You're scared because you know
Michael Myers is...

(whispers):
still out there.

Boogeyman's gonna get you.

JEREMY:
He's not gonna get me.

Michael Myers kills
babysitters, not kids.

(screaming)

Okay, that's actually
pretty disgusting

and probably not appropriate
for kids.

Why don't we
shut this off, and...

we can play hide-and-seek
before bed.

Your parents are gonna
be home soon and...

I don't want to play
no hide-and-seek.

It's stupid.
I want to watch this movie.

And I don't really feel like
pretending to be best friends

with an ugly-ass
boy babysitter.

Okay, five minutes,
and then you're going to bed.

You suck at babysitting.

I'm not a babysitter.

(clattering)

Jeremy!

Turn that movie off!

Jeremy?

(mutters):
What are you doing?

(door creaks open)

Jeremy?

(crickets chirping)

* *

Jeremy!

(dog barking in distance)

Jeremy?

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

Boo!

This isn't funny, Jeremy.

-(door bangs shut)
-(grunts)

Jeremy!

-(panting)
-(distant clattering)

(Jeremy screams)

(running footsteps)

Jeremy?

(door bangs shut)

JEREMY:
Help! Corey, help!

(stairs creaking)

(trembling breaths)

(door creaks)

(whispers):
Jeremy?

* *

(whispers):
Jeremy?

Jeremy?

JEREMY:
He's gonna get you!

He's gonna get you
when you least expect it.

-JEREMY: Is it your bedtime,
Corey? -Okay, Jeremy...

JEREMY (mocking): "Come out,
come out, wherever you are."

You got me, buddy.
Okay, let me out.

-JEREMY: Are you scared?
-Okay?

JEREMY (mocking):
"I'm 21. I'm not scared."

Jeremy, let me out. Let me out!

You little shit!
Let me out of here!

JEREMY (chuckling):
Michael Myers.

-Jeremy, it's not funny, okay?
-(Jeremy laughing)

* *

COREY: Hey, you're gonna
get us both in trouble.

(keys jingling)

Let me out! Let me out!
Let me out! Let me out!

You little shit!

-I'm gonna kill you, Jeremy!
-(banging)

-(grunts)
-JEREMY: Boo!

-What was that?
-(Jeremy screams)

(gasps)

MR. ALLEN:
Jeremy!

-Oh, no! Oh, God, no! Please!
-Jeremy!

-Oh, no. Oh, God.
-(whimpers) Jeremy!

Oh, my God! Jeremy!

(Mrs. Allen whimpering,
sobbing)

-MR. ALLEN: Jeremy.
-MRS. ALLEN: Jeremy!

God, please, no!

What have you done?!

(John Carpenter's
"Halloween" theme plays)

* *

* *

* *

(theme fades)

(school bell ringing)

LAURIE: Haddonfield was
a peaceful town.

And then one Halloween night
many years ago,

all of that was lost.

Michael Myers was pure evil.

(sobbing)

He took our dreams

and turned them into nightmares.

As he was locked away
in his prison...

...I disappeared into mine.

(gunshots)

And then, as I predicted,

40 years later, he escaped,

and Haddonfield was once again
forced to confront

this man in a mask.

(muffled, distorted screaming)

His senseless brutality
ravaged my community...

(muffled, distorted whimpering)

...and killed my daughter.

* *

And then he vanished.

Impossible?

Perhaps.

Truth would evolve into legend

as people searched
for motive and meaning,

looking in the shadows
for their boogeyman.

(thunder crashes)

(muffled, distorted sobbing)

It was an accident.

LAURIE:
In the years that followed,

the people of Haddonfield
descended into a plague

of grief, of blame, of paranoia.

OFFICER:
Do you think he's come back?

Michael doesn't use guns.

LAURIE:
The suffering Michael caused

became an infection
passing on to people

who never even
crossed his path.

And as the town
turned in on itself,

I made a promise not to let
fear rule my life anymore.

(birds chirping)

I bought a home.

A place to live
with love and trust.

Not a trap.

Not a place to hide.

Hey.

It has been four years

since I last saw my monster.

So here I am, a survivor
attempting to share my story

and find healing.

Michael Myers was
the personification of evil.

It's theirs.

It's their wedding rings.

It's up to each of us

whether or not we lock the door

and find our resolve...

...or let him inside.

Let it inside.

Let evil...

inside.

-(wind whistling)
-(alarm beeping)

Allyson! Darn it!

-Honey, I'm so sorry!
-What is it?

Oh, fuck!

Um, it's my pie.
I put a pie in the oven.

Oh, shit!

Oh, I must have forgotten
to set the timer.

Damn it!

Darn it!
No, no, no, no, Oh, no.

I can get a pie from the store.

No! I wanted to bake you
a pumpkin pie.

It's a Halloween tradition.

-(alarm stops)
-(sighs)

(groans)

-Are you...
-I got to go.

-I'm late for work.
-(sighs): Okay.

But do you have your costume
for the party?

I told you,
I don't want to go alone.

So I'm not going.

(sighs)

Oh.

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
WURG 94.9.

Giving you the Urge,
with Willie the Kid.

Haddonfield's home for rock.

WILLIE THE KID: It is
four days until Halloween.

-Can you believe it?
-(horn honks)

It's time to lock your doors,
grab your knife for the fight.

You ready? You ready in case

the Boogeyman decides
to come out and play?

(over radio):
I know I am.

But let's talk about that
Michael Myers for a minute.

How does one man get shot at,
stabbed up

and then he fall
down the street and get back up

to scare the piss out of
everybody in Haddonfield?

Let me tell you how--
'cause this isn't a man.

This is more than a man.
This is a beast. (growls)

One that doesn't bleed...

I'm pretty sure
that was in the change order.

Hold-hold on a second, Shannon.

Hey, Corey, you're late!

You're late again!

WILLIE THE KID (over radio):
It's been four years.

Where y'all at?

Training for the big day,
perhaps?

Getting yourself in the spirit?

This Boogeyman been sitting
in hibernation,

but trust me, y'all,
he'll be back.

I'm Willie the Kid,
and I'll be creeping it real

on 94.9 WUR...

Corey, you got a second?

What do you think?

Yeah.

Get it registered.

Get some new plates.

-I got no use for it no more.
-Are you serious?

With a good engine pushing you,
finally make it

to work on time,
you know what I mean?

Does it work?

Yeah, it works,
just kind of shitty.

Hey, uh, Ronald?

Thanks.

No problem, kid.

(metallic rattling)

(siren whooping)

(engine shuts off)

You're under arrest.

For being the prettiest girl
I know.

That's nice, Doug.

Is that why you pulled me over?

No. I pulled you over
'cause I miss you.

You miss me?

(chuckling):
Just kidding.

Pulled you over
'cause it looks like

your muffler's about
to fall off.

Better get that fixed
before you have a bigger

-problem on your hands.
-(engine starts)

-(vehicle departing)
-(metallic rattling resumes)

* Oilliphéist in the sea *

* Nail my hands to the door *

* And my knees to the floor *

* Stop the water climbing *

* Get to the shore *

* There's a hole in the boat *

* And it won't stay afloat *

(fades in distance):
* Oilliphéist... *

(entry bell chimes)

(rock music playing low
through speakers)

PROPRIETOR: You gonna buy
something or what?

BILLY:
I could've drove here.

STACY: Chill.
I'm the designated driver.

-I know how to drive.
-Don't mess up my car, please.

-I'm not gonna mess up your car.
-All right?

-Don't mess it up.
-Chill. (chuckles)

-His dad is...
-I got my license.

It's no hating on. Come on.

-TERRY: Billy. I.D.?
-STACY: So what's the plan?

-Give me the I.D. -I.D.?
-(entry bell chimes)

-Yeah.
-It got confiscated last week.

-I told you.
-She's got the money.

-You don't have your I.D.?
-Wait. You what?

-Wait. Hold on. Hey, yo!
-I lost it.

Wait. (chuckles) New friend.

What, drinking a little milk.
(chuckles)

-Yeah. Yeah.
-I like milk, too.

-Look, here's the deal, man.
-(Billy wolf whistles)

We're seniors, okay?

We've been practicing for our
show the whole year, you know.

Loading up for,
uh, tonight's game and--

Well, we're in
the fucking marching band.

We were just hoping you could
be a cool new friend, you know.

Just buy us
a couple of six-packs.

(chuckles, grunts)

Just-just for me and my crew.
Come on, man. (chuckles)

Uh, no.

No?

No-no, thank you? What?

-No, I can't.
-STACY: Oh, wait.

-I know who you are.
-You did something messy.

-STACY: I can't believe they
let you off. -Well, who is he?

-Oh, yeah.
-Yeah.

You're that psycho babysitter.

He killed that kid, didn't he?

-Yep.
-Killed a kid and too pussy

-to buy us some fucking beer?
-MARGO: Guys, you know what?

Let's just fucking
forget about it.

Let's just go
to the game, okay?

-You're just a little pedo.
-Look at him.

-Let him know, Terry.
-That what you are?

A little fucking pedo creep?

-That's right.
-Get in his face, Terry.

What kind of
fucked-up kid are you?

-That's right. -Right.
-So where's your next victim?

-Whoa!
-What the fuck?!

Are you kidding me, man?

-(pained shout)
-STACY: Oh, shit.

-(laughter)
-(Corey groans)

(panting)

-BILLY: Look at you.
-MARGO: What the fuck, Terry?

BILLY:
Got fucking milk everywhere.

-MARGO: Holy shit.
-BILLY: Look what you did.

LAURIE:
Hey! Assholes!

Knock it off!

-We're not doing anything.
-We're just talking, miss.

-We're messing around.
-Ma'am.

-(laughter)
-TERRY: Hey, guys.

Would you look at this?

I mean, a psycho
meets a freak show.

-Wow.
-BILLY: Can't believe it.

TERRY:
This is a match made in heaven.

-Hey, come on. Look at me.
-Ta-ta for now.

Let's go, y'all.

(whispers):
Michael Myers.

(Corey breathes heavily)

(Stacy laughing)

(glass clinks on ground)

LAURIE: Are you the psycho
or the freak show?

Hey, Margo, do you want to go
to the school play on Saturday?

-MARGO: Yeah, sure, Terry.
-Have fun.

(laughter, indistinct chatter)

So, do you want to do it,
or you want me to?

-(air hissing)
-(grunts)

ALLYSON:
Look at it.

DEB:
Are you kidding?

It looks great on you.

I'm sure it does,
but I'm not going.

Once you put the whole outfit
on, you'll love it.

I say if it's not sexy,
it's not Halloween.

Well, someone's getting into
the spirit of things.

This gentleman had an accident
and needs a little fix-up.

DR. MATHIS: You have
significant inflammation.

Um, I'm gonna be nice
and numb it here

so my assistant can
clean it up really well,

and then I will get back
and close it with a suture.

You're gonna feel
a little bit of a pinch here.

Cute, isn't she?

I don't-- Ow!

-Jesus Christ!
-ALLYSON: Sorry. Sorry.

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-Allyson, what are you doing?

-COREY: It's my fault. Sorry.
-Allyson!

-No.
-ALLYSON: Sorry, sorry.

No. No, my fault.
It was my fault.

-I-I'm so sorry. Oh, geez.
-DR. MATHIS: What a mess.

Just clean it up
and get a goddamn sterile kit.

And give him a tetanus shot.

I'll be back.

You shouldn't let that guy
talk to you like that.

It's gonna make you sad, even
if you don't think it does.

I've dealt with much worse.

But thank you.

Anyway, I've just been
dealing with it.

Well, I'm supposed to
get this promotion.

-But either way, it's just...
-Is it worth it?

What'd you do?

-Uh...
-To your hand?

Uh, I was at work, and then
I had a little accident.

-So your job sucks, too.
-Hmm?

Where do you work?
What do you do?

-COREY: Oh, a mechanic shop.
-Don't move.

-Don't want to get infected.
-(glass clinks in tray)

So my car's been rattling.

-Rattling?
-Yeah.

Uh, it's just your exhaust
system clamp's come loose.

It's an easy fix.
It takes like five minutes.

Super cinchy.

You just need a lift
and two screws.

"Cinchy"?

You don't
have to fix it right now.

Yeah, I don't have
my stuff, but...

I am at the shop tomorrow.

I can fix it then.

Why can't the bicycle
stand on its own?

No, no. It can.

It's got a kickstand.

'Cause it was too tired.

(laughing)

Yeah.

Oh, I'm actually
getting rid of the bike,

so if you want it,
you can have it.

I got a motorcycle.

-Oh, a motorcycle?
-Yeah.

Teach me to ride it?

Yeah.

You have shit on your back.

I'll get it.

We should go out sometime
and do something.

-With me?
-With both of us.

I mean,
we'd both have to be there.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be
a very good time.

(Corey chuckles)

Yeah, you don't want
to do that.

Uh, I'm gonna be late
for dinner.

But, uh, I appreciate the hand.

It feels better already.

ALLYSON:
So you did that on purpose.

LAURIE:
What?

He was injured,

he needed medical attention,
and Dr. Mathis

-is the best in town.
-Do you believe her?

-Do not believe a word she says.
-(chuckles)

-You know, she's a strategist.
-Fine, fine, fine.

She's just trying
to play Cupid.

Thought he was cute.
Seemed nice.

Are you gonna call him

and invite him to her party,

or you gonna just go alone?

LINDSAY:
Now pick a card. Mm-hmm.

Oh, no. I got the death card.

-No, that's not bad in tarot.
-LAURIE: Mm-mm.

LINDSAY: No, that just means
a major phase is ending

and a new one
is about to begin.

So, that pretty much puts
a nail in the coffin

with that police officer
you were dating.

-Ugh, Doug.
-(Lindsay chuckles)

You know, you need to find
someone that can let go.

That makes you want
to rip off your shirt

and show grief
your fucking tits and say,

"You know what? Let's go."

-JOAN: This is delicious.
-(TV playing quietly)

Corey. Is it infected?

Is your hand infected?
What did the doctor say?

He said
it's gonna be fine, Mama.

He said that
you don't need to worry,

and he said it would be
terrific is what he said.

Well, I just might have to send
him back to the call center

to work for DeVon if you can't
give him proper supervision.

I can't keep my eyes
on every second.

(phone buzzing)

JOAN:
What the hell are you doing?

Who's that calling you
under the dinner table?

COREY:
Uh, it's no one, Mama.

JOAN: Who's that person
you're texting?

(buzzing)

It's no one.

(sighs)

Boys who keep secrets
don't get custard for dessert.

Don't tell her about
the motorcycle, then.

(engine revving)

Ford station wagon.

-(engine rattling and clanking)
-Hold on one second.

Something I can help you with?

Corey said
I should bring it in.

(engine shuts off)

Get on.

Okay, so...

(Corey grunts, sniffs)

Okay.

Uh, right hand, gas.
Left hand is your front--

Fuck. Uh, sorry.

Right hand is gas,
also your front brake.

And then left hand
is your, uh, clutch.

Right foot is your back brake.

And, uh, left foot is
the shifter thingy.

Simple.

Doesn't sound simple.

RONALD:
Yo, Corey!

Come give us a hand.

-Hey, Ron.
-Hey, Terry.

TERRY'S FATHER: I'm sorry
to bother you with this shit.

My goddamn son drove
three miles on a fucking flat

'cause he doesn't know
how to change a tire

on a goddamn automobile.

Fucking genius.

Uh... I got it.

TERRY'S FATHER:
Yeah, and fucking smarten up.

(indistinct chatter continues)

I'm gonna go help Ronald
and then fix the rattle.

Your rattle. Your car's, uh...

I don't care about the rattle.
I came to see you.

RONALD:
We'll take care of her.

Just got to be
a little smarter, kid.

Three pounds of ground chuck,
right here on the top. (sighs)

-FRANK: Thank you.
-Be right back with the lean.

Jesus, Frank, have you ever
heard of a vegetable?

Well, look who it is.

(grunts, laughs)

-They're good for you.
-Well, I like to

mix meats and make croquettes
for the guys at the station.

(laughs): Okay,
that just sounds disgusting.

I like your hair.

Thanks.

Thanks. I, uh...

I just sort of
chopped it one day.

It just was--
It felt like time.

Wow.

Somebody else fixed it.

-Help.
-Yeah.

There goes your lean.

-Ah. Thank you, Travis.
-Have a good day.

-Okay.
-See ya.

But I tell you, I-I feel like
I won an extra life.

-Mm.
-I really do.

I got myself a guitar
at the pawnshop,

and I've been
fiddling around with that,

and my niece gave me
a Rosetta Stone,

-and now I'm learning Japanese.
-Mm.

(speaks Japanese)

-What does that mean?
-It means I lost my shirt.

-I think. Or I lost my hat.
-(laughs)

I don't know. I... (laughs)

Uh... (stammers)

Thanks.

Uh, (clears throat) who knows?

Maybe I'll fly over
for the cherry blossoms.

Test it out on the locals.

You still got your nose in
that, uh, book you're writing?

Your fault. It was your idea.

-It was?
-(register beeping)

-No, I'm...
-Got a title?

Just set up my office.

You know, I have a house
with Allyson.

We're living together.
It's nice.

Uh...

You know, she's been
talking to this guy.

You probably know him.

Corey Cunningham.

Oh, yeah. I do know.

He's a good kid.
Had a tough break.

It's nice to know somebody's
out there looking out for him.

I like your face.

I mean, I like
seeing your face.

So do you.

I mean...

I do, too.
I like seeing you, too.

Hi.

WOMAN:
Hey.

What you smiling about?

What did you buy at the store?

-I'm sorry?
-"I'm sorry?"

I'm s-- I'm sorry.
I don't understand.

Do you see what he did
to my sister?

He killed her husband,
and he stabbed her.

Took her voice!

She cannot speak because of you!

You were her neighbor,

and you don't even know
her name, do you?

You tempted
and you provoked that man

when you should've
left him alone.

* *

Laurie.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

I would like to see
those cherry blossoms.

And I think
you'd like 'em, too.

WILLIE THE KID: Whoo!
Who knows what to believe?

I think the man who escaped
Smith's Grove in 1978

was not the same man
who killed all those people.

The real Michael Myers
was murdered that night,

and the heavy breather
with the mask was the same man

who poisoned Pope John Paul I.

(radio stations changing)

("License to Confuse"
by Sebadoh playing)

(lively chatter, laughter)

* I'm not attractive today,
I'm not a sight for sore eyes *

* I'm not an Adam or Eve, I'm
just a nervous young thing... *

-DEB: There you are!
-Hi.

I thought I missed you.

Who's under the mask?

COREY:
Uh... I'm a scarecrow.

DEB:
What?

-COREY: I said I'm a scarecrow.
-(laughs)

Are you supposed to be scary?

(laughs)

I'll be right there.

I'll be right back, okay?

I'm gonna get us a drink.

* It took a while,
but I learned *

* It took a twist,
but I turned *

* And now it's clear
that I'm blind... *

MAN:
Watch it!

Hey, scarecrow.

See anything you like?

(man laughing)

ALLYSON:
Hey, Lindsay.

-Two vodka sodas.
-Two vodka sodas.

DEB: Lindsay, guess who
Allyson's scarecrow is.

The guy that fucked the
old lady at the nursing home.

Deb, drop it.

DEB:
I'm kidding.

It's actually Corey Cunningham,

the guy that killed that kid.

Don't listen to her, Allyson.

You can be with
whoever you want to be with.

Yeah.

And right now,

I'm with him.

* Bust it,
build it for a year *

* Here's my license,
that's my right. *

(song ends)

(sighs)

("Halloween"
by Dead Kennedys playing)

(crowd cheering)

(Allyson laughs)

(Allyson whoops)

* *

(Allyson grunting rhythmically)

(camera clicking)

(Corey laughing)

* So it's Halloween *

* And you feel like dancing *

* And you feel like shining *

* And you feel like
letting loose *

* Well, what you gonna be? *

* Babe, you better know *

* And you better plan *

* Better plan all day... *

Yeah!

* Better plan all month,
better plan all year... *

(shouts)

(song fades)

* *

(both laughing)

(song resumes)

* It's the only time all year *

* You'll ever admit that *

* I can see your eyes,
I can see your brain *

* Baby, nothing's changed *

* I can see your eyes,
I can see your brain *

* Baby, nothing's changed... *

Hey, man. Can I get a beer?

Hey.

You're just here dancing
and having a good time?

I'm sorry.

You're sorry? Oh.

Sorry?
Sorry for killing my son?

I wake up every day,

and I can't get past the pain.

It kills me. Do you understand?

You think you can come here--

No, you don't understand
if you think you can come here

and take off your little mask

and have a good time
with your friends.

A judge might have said you're
innocent, but I know you.

I know it was no accident.

It was no accident!

You pushed my little boy
because you got mad,

and you lost your fucking mind!

Innocent people don't do that!
No!

Evil people do.

Evil.

* Why not every day? *

* Are you so afraid... *

Corey!

Corey, watch out! Corey!

Corey!

-Stop. Talk to me.
-Why'd you take me in there?

It's why I don't go out.

-What?
-You just, you...

you threw me in the middle
of it, and then you...

-I... I...
-Where were you?

I didn't know
what was happening in there.

I-I was just trying, I was just
trying to help you to just...

I'm not your fucking project,
Allyson!

I just-- Corey, I know!

Okay?
I know what it's like to have

everybody looking at you,
thinking that they know you,

thinking that they know
what you've been through,

but they don't.

But when I look at you--
when I saw you the other day,

I just saw a person.

Just a person just trying
to figure it the fuck out.

Trying to wake up every day
not scared and alone.

But the difference, Allyson,
between me and you

is that people look at me like,

"Who is this guy?
Who is this monster?"

And they look at you like--
They see you like a survivor.

What are you talking about?

I get it.
You survived Michael Myers.

You're a hero with
your struggles, and ask anyone.

I'm the psycho babysitter.
I'm the fucking kid killer.

And you think you can fix me,
but you can't.

I'll spare you the heartache.

(whimpering softly)

* *

-(horn honks)
-BILLY (singsongy): Corey!

(tires screech)

Hey, cool kid. What's up?

Where you going?

There you are, man.
I've been looking for you.

-MARGO: Terry.
-I want to apologize, okay?

MARGO (whispers):
Ugh, Jesus Christ.

TERRY:
So what do you say, Corey? Huh?

How about this?
Handshakes and friendship.

Don't leave him hanging, dude.

* *

-(grunts)
-(Stacy laughing)

What is your problem
with this kid?

-TERRY: This guy fucked up
the LeBaron. -STACY: Hell yeah.

-BILLY: Dollar store designer
frames? -(Corey grunts)

STACY:
Oops. (chuckles)

BILLY: Hey, let me
help you up. Come on.

-(grunts)
-(laughter)

-Sorry.
-Are you okay?

-TERRY: Whoa. Whoa.
-COREY: Get the fuck back!

-Hey! Hey!
-Get back!

-Get back!
-Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

-MARGO: I'm just trying to help.
-Get back!

You gonna murder us?
Same way you killed that kid?

You little psycho bitch.

You don't know
what you're talking about!

-You don't know what you're
talking about. -(chuckles)

You just act like
a goddamn asshole

because your father
treats you like one.

(Stacy laughing)

It's contagious, right?

MARGO:
Shit.

-What did you just say to me?
-That's right.

I know what it looks like
when somebody hates you.

And your father
fucking hates you.

-Hmm? He hates me?
-(grunting)

-MARGO: Billy.
-He hates me, huh?

-He hates me, right?
-Hey!

Billy, knock it off. Billy!

-(Stacy laughing)
-He hates me?

-MARGO: Terry, what the fuck?!
-(Corey screams)

-BILLY: Oh, shit!
-(Corey grunts, body thuds)

-STACY: Oh, shit.
-MARGO: Oh, my God.

-Oh, shit.
-Terry, what did you do?!

-He fell.
-Little dick busted it.

-MARGO: Is he dead?
-STACY: Go down and look.

-No, you go down and look.
-What the fuck?

I didn't push nobody. He fell.

-Bullshit.
-He fell?

Yeah, that's my story.

Let's get out of here.

STACY: Who's the psycho now,
Terry? Who's the psycho?

BILLY:
Little prick deserved it.

TERRY:
Get in the car, Margo.

MARGO (crying):
We killed a kid, man.

BILLY:
Come on.

(car door closes)

(car drives off)

MAN (quietly):
* There's a hole in the boat *

* And it won't stay afloat *

* Oilliphéist in the sea *

(body dragging)

* Nail my hands to the door *

* And my knees to the floor *

* To stop the water
till we reach the shore. *

(loud banging)

Hey, what's happening?

ALLYSON: Just-- I can't get
this fucking thing to turn on.

LAURIE:
Okay, okay. Take a breath.

-Okay, take a deep breath.
-Just let me be mad!

Why can't I be mad?!

-You can.
-(sighs)

You can be mad.

-You can be very, very mad,
-(microwave beeping)

and you can smash things.

Just be careful.
It's addictive.

(microwave whirring)

ALLYSON:
You were right.

I liked him.

LAURIE:
Yeah.

(food pops)

(squeaking)

(breathing heavily)

* *

(soft, shuddering breaths)

* *

(water dripping)

(gasping)

(thudding)

(yelping, gasping)

(breathing heavily)

(choking)

* *

* *

(screams)

(grunting, gasping)

(slow, heavy breathing)

-You see that man in there?
-(gasps)

He take people in there
now and then.

Why'd he let you live?

I say you go back.

You go back in there,
and you get me that mask.

I'm Michael Myers.

-The fuck?
-(laughing)

He not done with you,
you little fuck.

(grunting)

(knife squishes)

(whimpering)

-(knife squishes)
-(grunts)

-(knife squishes)
-(grunts)

(grunts, gasps)

(panting)

(grunts)

(panting)

* *

(dog barking in distance)

JOAN:
Hey!

Where have you been?

I have been worried sick!

Corey, I almost called
the missing persons.

-What is going on with you?
-(banging at door)

Corey, I'm talking to you.

She's no good, damn it.

Open the door.

-Open the door!
-(banging at door)

Are you trying to kill me?

Corey? Corey?

(faucet running)

(glass squeaks)

(breathing heavily)

* *

DEB: No hard feelings
about the promotion, right?

Course not. You deserve it.

(chuckles)
I thought for sure Dr. Mathis

was gonna make you
the charge nurse.

Deb, can I speak to you
a minute?

Okay, Deb, I'm gonna
tell you once...

-(door closes)
-(indistinct conversation)

LAURIE:
People create their own stories

and make their own choices.

They believe
what they want to believe.

I'm hopeful, with perspective,

that my experience
will help others heal.

(engine revs)

You have to ask yourself,
"Am I in control,

"or do the elements control me?

"Life or death.

Suicide or cherry blossoms."

(motorcycle engine
buzzing outside)

* *

-Hi.
-(gasps)

Sorry, I didn't mean
to scare you.

I'm just waiting for Allyson.

ALLYSON:
Corey?

Everything okay?

Uh, I got jumped
on the way home last night.

These guys...

Those kids from the gas station
that were messing with me--

I tried to stand up for myself,
and they, um...

Oh, I'm sorry.

I just came 'cause
I wanted to talk to you.

I wanted to say that I'm sorry
and there's...

no excuse.

But if you could, please,
if you could just

take a walk with me.

Please?

* *

I killed someone.

* *

(clattering)

(notes play flatly)

We were making paper planes,

but he wanted to watch
a monster movie.

* *

Everything happened so fast.

I just wanted it
to be a fun night.

That's all, just...
a good night.

And then it all went bad.

ALLYSON:
I heard what happened.

I know it sounds crazy,
but when...

people would talk about it,
it was like I knew you.

Like I was looking for you.

And then she brought you to me.

(high-pitched whistling)

Has he done something bad?

I don't understand
why you're here.

No, no. He's seeing
my granddaughter.

I introduced them, actually.

Your granddaughter
should be so lucky

as to be with a boy like Corey.

He's handsome. He's sensitive.

(sighs) I don't like it
when he stays out

all night with girls,
but he's grown.

He can do what he wants.

Yes.

I know he's had
his difficulties.

My son.

This town turned against him

after the accident
with Jeremy Allen.

They would've felt for him.

They would've helped him heal.

But because your boogeyman
disappeared,

they needed a new one.

I'm sorry.

ALLYSON: After my mom
and dad were killed,

I just wanted
to burn it all to the ground

-and get away from Haddonfield.
-Why not leave?

Why stay?

All my memories are here.

I think both your parents
got killed

and your grandma
feels guilty about it,

so she's making you her child.

If you could've seen her
before therapy,

sobering up, and me...

I'm just terrified to think
what would happen

if she were all alone
if I left.

So, what, you got to stay here,
protect her

from herself forever?

Look...

I'm sorry I lost my head
at the party

and I walked away.

That was a mistake.

When I look at you, I...

I know I can tell you
the truth.

I'm not afraid of these people.

I'm not afraid anymore.

You tell me that you want
to burn it down,

or you tell me you want
to burn it to the ground.

(chuckling):
Hey. Twice in one week.

Pretty cool. Hot diggity.

Hey, you said you, uh...
you were gonna call.

You were... you were gonna call,
but you didn't call.

No, I owe you a call.

Did I... did I do
something wrong or...

I'm with someone.

Oh. Oh.

Oops. Uh, sorry for that.

I'm sorry for the intrusion.

Well, um, you know, it's, uh...
it's Joe Grillo's, uh...

Hey, Joe! Hey.

Joe Grillo's birthday today.

And Joe Ross, uh,
he made a sponge cake.

You two want to stop by,
get a slice

-after whatever you guys
are doing? -We're good.

Oh. Okay, you're good.

Let me tell you, it's, uh...

If you change your mind,
there's...

She said we're good!

(sniffs)
Hey, buddy, you got a problem?

We're good.

Oh, shit.

Allyson.

So you call
Mr. Aggravated Manslaughter

at night when you can't sleep?

Hmm?

When you see the Boogeyman
in your nightmares?

You feel safe with this guy?

(quiet murmuring)

(trembling breaths)

OFFICER MULANEY:
Hey, man.

Messing around.

Allyson.

Nah, nah, nah.

-Psycho.
-OFFICER: You good, Mulaney?

It's all good. It's all good.

We need to go kick
somebody's ass?

No, no. I got this.

ALLYSON:
Just burn it all to the ground.

I'll light the match.

("Come 2 Me" by Johnny Goth
playing)

* Come sit by my side *

* You've got a sad look
in your eye *

* Don't let them
pull you in tonight *

* Oh, no *

* I don't want *

* To see you *

* Alone *

Do you want to come in?

* If you fly too close,
you might die *

Another night.

* Like a moth to my light *

* Don't let those flames
get you high *

* Oh, no. *

-(song stops)
-(car engine idling)

(motorcycle engine revving)

(song resumes)

* *

(song ends)

(traffic rumbling above)

(crickets chirping)

(flashlight clicks off)

(flashlight clicks on)

Ah, fuck!

(panting)

(muffled grunting)

* *

(Corey grunts)

(panting)

(Corey laughing)

(Corey continues laughing)

OFFICER MULANEY:
Hey!

You don't fuck
with Doug Mulaney!

(panting)

(screeching)

Where are you? Huh?

You say it was an accident.

But I know what you did.

(rocks clattering)

I'm gonna fuck your face up,
you little shit.

The fuck is that?

(chuckles softly)

(groans, grunts)

-(breathing heavily)
-(grunting)

(groaning)

COREY:
Help.

Show me how to do it.

Get up, get up, get up.

Get up!

* *

(grunting)

(yells)

(grunts)

(heavy breathing continues)

(grunting, gasping)

* *

(wheezing softly)

-(knocking at door)
-(dog barks in distance)

Who is it?

COREY:
It's me.

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

I don't know
what's happening to me.

What's going on?

(Corey breathing heavily)

Look at me.

(continues breathing heavily)

Who did this to you?

Hey.

Look at me.

Did Michael Myers let you live?

Or did you escape?

(trembling breaths)

Does it hurt?

No. No.

My mother saved me.

(heavy breathing)

(birds chirping)

* *

DEB:
You're fucking him, aren't you?

It's, like, the perfect story
of Haddonfield in a way.

Cute young girl falls
for local creep.

Imagine if your grandmother had

fallen in love
with Michael Myers.

But she didn't.
I heard she stabbed him

in the neck with
a fucking knitting needle.

ALLYSON:
What's your problem, Deb?

You talk to me
like I'm not even here.

Do you ever just shut
your goddamn mouth?

(chuckles) I know, right?

I know I talk too much.

I just get so excited about
all that Boogeyman bullshit.

Uh-uh. No.
I-I'm vetoing that trade.

Your second receiver
for Mark's last-place defense

reeks of collusion.

It's not a straight-up swap.

You want to win
the championship with class?

Stop cheating.

Stop cheating.

I keep seeing his eyes.

Are we talking about Michael
or this kid?

Michael's eyes in Corey.

Lindsay, I was so sure.

Just like the first time.

Hey, Roger.

There's someone
I want you to meet.

MR. ALLEN:
I always liked Corey.

You know, some kids, you can
tell they're a pain in the ass,

but Corey was a good kid.

And I just couldn't imagine
he'd be capable

of hurting anyone on purpose.

But with the trial, I...

just started spinning
with theories, and...

and eventually I thought,

"Give it up.
You're never gonna get closure.

There's no such thing."

A couple of years go by, and
I'd see him every now and then,

see the way people avoided him

or how they made faces
behind his back,

which, if I'm honest,
pissed me off.

Because I felt like
they took my pain...

...my despair,

and they made it about them.

And then, yesterday,
I'm on my way to work.

There he is.

And I think,
"I'm gonna say something,

"prove my wife wrong.

Let's find a way
to forgive this kid."

And I pull up next to him,
and he looks at me,

and it's not him.

At least not in the eyes.

And I don't know, man.

The hairs on the back
of my neck stood up.

Right then, I felt like
I got my answer.

The kid who used to mow
our lawn didn't kill my son.

I know that.

But the guy I saw
on the side of the road

was down a dark path.

Did the town do this to him
after the accident?

Or was it always there?

DR. MATHIS: You're just
laughing at all my jokes,

-aren't you?
-(Deb laughs)

(sighs):
Oh, my God.

All right, Alexa.

Play "Tell Me With Your Eyes"
by Rob Galbraith.

ALEXA: Here's
"Tell Me With Your Eyes..."

This house is so...

rich.

-(Dr. Mathis sighs)
-(music begins)

(fingers snapping)

Baby, I have been waiting
all day for this.

I've been saving this bottle
of Au Bon Climat.

You looked so fucking hot
at the office today.

-Hmm.
-(sighs)

Mind if I...

Bedroom's down the hall.

Clean up. Take a shower.

In fact,
I'll meet you in there.

(both laugh)

Yes, yes.

* And you wanna love me *

* Say you wanna love me... *

Mm-hmm.

Yes.

(music continues in distance)

* I don't care about
your social place *

* All you need is
a look on your face *

* When you wanna love me,
yeah *

* Say you wanna love me *

* If you wanna love me *

* Say you wanna love me *

* Why don't you tell me
with your eyes *

* If you wanna love me *

* Say you wanna love me... *

Holy shit. (clicks tongue)

Is there a doctor in the house?

* If you wanna one time,
one time with me, mama *

Yeah, baby. All right.

Got the cheese.
We got the crackers.

We're ready.

(knob creaks)

-(thump)
-(Dr. Mathis grunts)

Dr. Mathis?

-(thumping)
-(music stops)

Dr. Mathis?

-(knob creaks)
-(water stops)

Dr. Mathis?

(crickets chirping)

Dr. Mathis?

(grunting)

* *

(grunting, choking)

(screams)

(whimpering, screaming)

(Corey grunting, groaning)

-(lock clicks)
-(grunting angrily)

Please, please, please, please.
Please, please, please, please.

(angry grunting
and pounding continue)

WOMAN (over phone):
911...

* *

(screams)

(breathing heavily)

(choking)

(choking)

(screams)

* *

("Burn It Down"
by Boy Harsher playing)

* Take my heart *

* Pull me down *

* Take my heart *

* And burn it down *

* *

COREY:
After the accident,

I'd ride my bike over here
and I'd sit up on this roof.

And I'd look up at that tower.

Wonder if I could climb
to the top.

It was summoning me.

Like a watchtower or beacon
calling me to live my old life.

To be happy again.

* Burn it down *

I have something like that, too.

It always gave me hope,
you know, things would--

well, maybe somehow
things would go back

to the way they used to be.

Before everything changed.

* Burn it down. *

Infected.

I got to get away from
everybody who knows me.

But I don't, I...

I don't want to go alone.

Corey, come on.

-(chuckles)
-Stop.

I think you're scared that
you don't have enough bandages

to keep me together.

Corey, what are you...?!

(feet thud)

-(laughing)
-Are you okay?

What, are you insane?

What, are you trying
to kill yourself?

I'm not interested
in immortality.

-(grunts)
-(song ends)

(groans)

(dogs barking in distance)

The hell is going on out here?

Yo, this is private property.

Not safe to be doing
whatever the hell you do...

Corey Cunningham.

What you doing out here,
you ugly motherfucker?

-ALLYSON: Corey, stop it.
-You gonna scare all the kids.

You stop.

I don't know
who the fuck you talking to,

but, uh, I know who you are.

Yeah, I know
the Laurie Strode story.

She teased a man with brain
damage, and then he snapped.

Look at you.

You gonna make a little name
for yourself now, huh?

Walking around with
this dumb bitch right here.

ALLYSON:
You never shut up.

Hear his voice everywhere.

Oh, you're goddamn right you do.

And once Willie
get in your ear,

it's like your favorite song
stuck in your head.

(chuckles)

Y'all get the hell
up off my property

before I fuck y'all up.

(door opens)

-All right.
-(door closes)

You're right.

Let's do it.

I don't want to be
in Haddonfield anymore.

I want to be with you.

* *

JOAN:
(sniffs) I can smell her on you.

She's trying to take you
away from me, isn't she?

That's where you go
every night.

Well, I say go.

You go right now!

Get out of my house!

Oh, no. No.

I hope you find love.

(slow, rhythmic knocking)

(slow, rhythmic knocking
continues)

(slow, rhythmic knocking
continues)

Allyson?

(slow, rhythmic knocking
continues)

LAURIE:
It's nice to see you.

You know,
there are two kinds of evil.

There's the evil that exists
as an external force

that threatens the well-being
of the tribe.

Survival depends on
understanding and awareness

and fear of physical threat
to our daily lives.

The other kind of evil
lives inside us.

Like a sickness or an infection.

It's more dangerous because
we may not know we're infected.

(slow, rhythmic knocking
continues)

Am I a bad person?

(laughs)

Are you?

Well...

...we're both fucked-up.

-I want to help you, Corey.
-(chuckles)

Let me help you.

Or let me find help for you.

You can't have her.

Allyson is not equipped
for this relationship,

and I will not
let her get hurt.

So stay the fuck away...

You started this!

You brought me in!
You invited me!

But you're the one to blame.

"You want to do it,
or you want me to?"

* *

If I can't have her...

...no one will.

You want to help Allyson?
Let her live her life.

She has me now.

You should give in.

You should surrender
to that feeling you had

the first time
you ever looked into his eyes.

You secretly hope
Michael comes back for you.

(chuckles)

I'm the psycho.

You're the freak show.

* *

(notes play flatly)

What's wrong?

COREY (over phone):
We need to leave.

I can't right now. I'm working.

COREY:
Tonight, then.

Will you meet me at 9:00?

At the diner off 74.

We need to talk about
your grandmother.

She wants to kill me.

-What?
-Yeah.

I can't take it anymore.

It's time to say goodbye
to Haddonfield.

(Corey panting)

You got something I need.

(both grunting)

(Corey shouts, groans)

You're just a man
in a Halloween mask.

What are you gonna do now?

(both breathing heavily)

* *

(breathing heavily)

-(playful chatter)
-(crickets chirping)

-(entry bell chimes)
-BILLY: Call him after.

I don't want
to go to your house, man.

Your dad always
fucking yells at us.

Too fucking bad.
You should've got your own.

Shouldn't have
any of these anyway.

Why can't we go to her house?
She's the one that's rich.

-Oh, what? Yeah. Shoot.
-TERRY: What the fuck?

What?

(engine revving)

He's dead! Get in!

Oh, shit. Shit.

Did you find
what you're looking for?

I imagine you're going
on a wonderful trip.

-Were you gonna tell me?
-What difference does it make?

It makes a big difference,
Allyson.

I feel he is capable
of real harm.

Is that what bothers you?

Is it suspicion or paranoia?

Intuition? An inkling?

You got an inkling?

I went to his home.
I met his mother.

I know. He told me.

So, you're what?
You're stalking him now?

-No.
-And you're threatening him.

-What did you say to him?
-I-I see the same thing in him

-that I saw in Michael.
-Michael.

Michael Myers is who you are.

You're not listening to me,
Allyson.

I am trying to protect you.

I don't want your protection!

But you-you can have
a good life, Allyson.

A good life.

Just not with him.

You pretend like you moved on,
but it's bullshit.

You're actually just obsessed
with death,

like it's some sort of game.

And you're not gonna rest
until you've finished it

or until everybody else is as
fucking miserable as you are!

I need to get out of here
before this town kills

the one person that actually
makes me feel something.

-He is on a dark path!
-(sighs)

I'm not gonna
let this happen to you!

You have to believe me!

Believe you?

You want me to believe you?

Because of the hysteria
that you caused

when I trusted you,
my friends are dead.

My parents are dead.

You're the one
that's capable of fucking harm!

(gunfire and tires screeching
over headphones)

(cat meows)

(crickets chirping)

BILLY: You sure
he turned in here, dude?

TERRY: Yeah, it's like
his hideout or something.

It's where he works.

-His work is a dump.
-It actually is a dump.

STACY: (chuckles) Okay, no,
but seriously, where is he?

-TERRY: There's the bike.
-Shit, dude, pull over.

STACY:
This is gonna be so crazy.

-Let's go.
-MARGO: Billy, can you hurry up?

-Corey!
-You're squishing me.

-God.
-Where'd he go?

Come out, Corey!

Corey, I just want to kiss
and make up, my man!

-Come on!
-Stop being a punk!

-(singsongy): Corey!
-Where you at, man?

I'll show you what happens when
you mess with my dad's car!

-(laughs)
-Can we hurry this up, man?

Oh, I got an idea.

Billy, back the car up.

Bet.

Grab that chain. Let's go.

MARGO: Terry, there's somebody
in the office.

Stop being a chickenshit.

Run it through the wheel.
All right?

We're gonna tie it
to the back of the car,

and then we'll drag it
till there's nothing left.

Dusty-ass bike.

-(laughs)
-Shit.

-Let's go, Billy. Billy!
-Come on, Terry. Hurry up, man.

-Someone's here.
-Billy!

Come on, Billy!
Let's get this punk!

Let's go!

Oh, my God. Billy.

Billy, what are you trying
to do, man? Suck your own...

Oh, my God!

What the fuck?!

MARGO:
Terry?

What's wrong?

Billy's dead!

-What?
-MARGO: What?!

-What are you talking about?!
-(engine starts)

-(engine revs)
-Oh, shit.

-(Stacy panting)
-Stacy? Stacy?

(screams)
What... what's happening?!

(engine revving)

* *

(yells) Damn it!

(panting)

-MARGO: Stacy!
-(grunting)

(whimpering, panting)

(screams)

(gunfire continues
over headphones)

Help, help, help, help!

Help! You got to help me!
Help me!

STACY:
Margo!

Oh, my God!

-Margo! Margo!
-(Margo whimpering)

Speak to me.

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Stay calm.
I'm gonna get you out of here.

Don't worry.
I'm gonna get you out.

-(Margo crying)
-Try to be calm.

(gasps, screams)

It's loaded.

Stay here.

* *

(Margo crying)

MARGO:
I don't want to die.

-Help me! Help me!
-RONALD: Hey, hey!

Hold on. Hold on. Hold still.

Hold still!
I'll get it off you.

(screams) There he is!

Corey?

TERRY:
I got you!

-I got you, you fucking psycho!
-RONALD: No, don't!

(gunshot)

(Margo crying)

Stacy. Stacy.

God.

Oh, my God.

-MARGO: Terry.
-Margo!

Terry.

-(crying)
-God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Where's Stacy?

TERRY:
Stacy's dead.

You're dead, too.

-What? (gasps)
-Terry!

(grunts)

-(knobs creaking)
-(gas hissing)

(screaming, gurgling)

MARGO (crying):
No.

Oh, shit.

* *

WOMAN (on TV):
It's the zest of a lemon peel.

Gives a little fresh twist.

So the blueberries, obviously,
are really hot.

And then when it's
all ready to go,

we'll go and freeze the custard
and then whip...

Ronald?

Ronald?

(slow, heavy breathing)

I have laundry.

I can put it in your dresser,

or I can leave it
in this basket here.

(on TV): ...this container
and put it in the freezer

for about, oh,
half an hour to an hour

so it'll firm up.

Now we're gonna eat it.

That looks good.

A little ice cream,
a little cookie...

(screams)

Ooh, the hotline is open,
and we are taking requests.

Songs for the resurrection.

What's gonna get
our monster out?

Give us something
to scream about?

(chuckles)

Caller, you're on the air.

WOMAN (on phone):
Willie, you should be

ashamed of yourself
exploiting these tragedies.

There are three missing people
right now in Haddonfield.

"Beware," sir,
"that when fighting monsters,

"you yourself do not
become a monster,

"for when you gaze long
into the abyss,

the abyss gazes also into you."

Nietzsche also said,
"Without music..."

(button clicks)

"...life would be a mistake."

("I Was a Teenage Werewolf"
by The Cramps playing)

(slow, heavy breathing)

Can I help you?

("I Was a Teenage Werewolf"
continues)

-* I was a teenage werewolf *
-(muffled screaming)

* Braces on my fangs *

* I was a teenage werewolf... *

Hey, man, who the hell are you?

Hey, what the f... Oh!

(grunting, gasping)

(grunts, groans)

(screaming)

(record scratches)

* A Midwest monster... *

(record skipping, scratching)

(song continues over radio,
record skipping and scratching)

(music stops)

(engine shuts off)

(entry bell jingles)

(rock music plays low
in background)

(entry bell jingles)

(quiet chatter)

-(door closes)
-(sighs)

(cell phone buzzing)

Allyson, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for what I said.

I'm sorry. Please.

And I just want you
to come home.

(knocking at door)

(crickets chirping)

* *

(glass clinking)

(crickets chirping)

(sighs softly)

(line ringing)

-OPERATOR: 911.
-Yes.

I would like to report
a suicide.

1206 Mill's End Road.

(breathing deeply)

(deep, trembling breath)

(shuddering breaths)

(whimpering)

(gunshot)

(door creaking)

Did you really think
I'd kill myself?

(body thudding)

(wheezing)

-I have tried so hard...
-(groaning)

...to have compassion
and find mercy.

But what's the point?

(gun clicking)

You came here to kill me,
so do it.

(vehicle approaching)

(engine rattling and clanking)

(chuckling)

You know,
we all learn the truth

about each other eventually.

Did you really think

that Allyson
was gonna be with you?

If I can't have her...

(gasping)

LAURIE:
You son of a bitch.

(door opens)

(knife clatters on floor)

* *

(shuddering breaths)

What did you do?

What did you do to him?

(crying):
No, no.

(Allyson whimpering)

No. No.

(crying):
Why did you do this?

-No.
-Corey, come back. Come back.

ALLYSON (trembling):
No, no.

(screams)

You!

(sobbing)

(panting)

(panting)

(gun drops to floor)

(sobbing)

(engine starts)

(wind whistling)

* *

(slow, heavy footsteps)

(gasps)

* *

(grunting)

(choking)

(neck snaps)

(slow, heavy breathing)

(slow, heavy breathing)

(gasping breaths)

(brakes squeal)

(siren wailing in distance)

(cell phone buzzing)

FRANK (over phone):
Allyson, where's Laurie?

We're responding to a call.
She called in a suicide.

(slow, heavy breathing)

-(trembling breaths)
-(slow, heavy footsteps)

(microwave whirring)

(tapping)

(blade scrapes)

(both breathing heavily)

-(splattering)
-(microwave beeps)

(grunting)

(straining)

(quiet, gasping breaths)

(choking)

(yells)

(coughing)

(grunting)

(choking)

(straining)

No!

(straining)

(garbage disposal whirring)

(Laurie yelling)

(yells)

(pained yelling)

(screaming)

(straining)

(yells)

(yells)

(panting heavily)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(straining)

(both breathing heavily)

* *

(grunts fiercely)

* *

I've run from you.

I have chased you.

I have tried to contain you.

I have tried to forgive you.

I thought maybe
you were the Boogeyman.

No.

You're just a man
who's about to stop breathing.

(grunts)

(weak, gasping breaths)

(wheezing)

(panting)

Do it.

Do it!

* *

(gasping weakly)

Do it.

(yells)

No!

-(yells)
-(bone snaps)

I'm not gonna let this
happen to you.

(gasping weakly)

LAURIE (whispers):
It's okay.

* *

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

Get out of the way. Stay here.

Just stay back.

-(banging on door)
-Laurie!

* *

(sighs)

Michael.

He's dead.

Not dead enough.

MAN:
This isn't how we do it.

-MAN 2: You're all crazy.
-MAN 3: What are you doing?

Where are you taking him?

Time for Haddonfield
to start healing.

-Let's show them all.
-(siren whooping)

This is not how it works.

It is tonight.

OFFICER (over radio):
Uh, stronger on radio silence.

That's got to be a command.

-OFFICER 2: Copy that.
-OFFICER 3: Copy.

-Let's go.
-(siren whooping)

* *

* *

* *

* *

* *

* *

* *

(takes deep breath)

(takes deep breath)

(machinery squeaking
and whirring)

LAURIE:
The body of Michael Myers

was disposed of
in a midnight procession.

There would be no tombstone,
no memorial.

The mysteries were put to bed,

and the story as we told it
was to fade with time.

You were right about Corey.

I know he killed those people.

He was consumed by evil.

LAURIE:
The events of Haddonfield

that created so much violence
and bloodshed

finally had resolve.

* *

REPORTER: Reports now confirm
that Michael Myers

has indeed been killed dead
after an attempted assault

of Haddonfield resident
Laurie Strode.

What an incredible story
of survival

through decades of disturbances
in our local community.

Finally...

LAURIE:
New beginnings lay ahead.

Fear moves through all of us,

and we decide
when to surrender.

I've said goodbye
to my boogeyman,

but the truth is
evil doesn't die.

It changes shape.

(doorbell rings)

I wanted you to know
I was thinking about you.

I want to thank you
for what you did.

Enjoy.

What was it you were saying
about those cherry blossoms?

* *

(birds chirping)

("(Don't Fear) The Reaper"
by Blue Öyster Cult playing)

* All our times have come *

* Here, but now they're gone *

* Seasons don't fear
the reaper *

* Nor do the wind,
the sun or the rain *

* We can be like they are *

* Come on, baby *

* Don't fear the reaper *

* Baby, take my hand *

* Don't fear the reaper *

* We'll be able to fly *

* Don't fear the reaper *

* Baby, I'm your man *

* La, la, la, la, la *

* La, la, la, la, la. *

(song ends)

("Burn It Down (Re-Work)"
by Boy Harsher playing)

* Take my heart *

* And pull me down *

* And take my heart *

* And burn it down *

* Take my heart *

* And burn it down *

* *

* We were young *

* And I was broken *

* You tried to run *

* But I'm an ocean *

* When it's done *

* It drags us both in *

* 'Cause I was young *

* And I was broken. *

(song ends)

(John Carpenter's
"Halloween" theme playing)

* *

* *

* *

(theme ends)