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(TICKING)

(MUFFLED, INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(FAN BUZZING AND WHOOSHING)

DOCTOR: You're not cold
or anything, are you?

Everything all right?

Are you taking any medication?

- Hmm?
- (MAN LAUGHING)

Thank you.

How are you doing
this morning?

Did you have a restful sleep last night?
MAN: Oh, yeah.

DOCTOR: You did?
MAN: I did.

- And your dreams?
- Nope.

DOCTOR: Sometimes we don't
remember our dreams, you know?

- MAN: That's right.
- (DOOR CLANKS SHUT)

DOCTOR: We do dream, but we don't
remember when we wake up.

But if we are dreaming some just before
we wake up, we remember those.

MAN: That's right.

DOCTOR: Did you know...

A little, uh,
useful information.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON PA)

MAN: Yeah.

DOCTOR:
When we wake up and say,

"The whole night,
I was dreaming this and that and everything,"

- it's only 45 minutes maximum.
- (ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYS)

Did you know that?
MAN: Yeah. No, I did not. Yeah.

DOCTOR: So the ordinary dream
is 10 or 15 minutes.

I'll see you all later.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going to see my patients.

DANA: Testing. Testing.
Check, check, check. One, two, three.

Testing. One, two, three.

We are now at Smith's Grove,
uh, rehabilitation facility.

AARON: We're here today
to interview a patient

that's spent the last
40 years in captivity

and, by all accounts, has not uttered a word.
This monster...

- (BUZZING)
- (DOOR UNLOCKS)

Good afternoon.
AARON: Good afternoon.

- I'm Dr. Ranbir Sartain.
- Great to finally meet you.

Thank you so much
for taking the time to meet with us today.

We were hoping
to have this opportunity

before he's transferred
to the new facility.

Glass Hill is far less
accommodating.

Glass Hill is the pit of hell.

For years, he's been
kept here to be studied.

I suppose the state has lost
interest in discovering anything further.

Well, that's why we're here.

SARTAIN: Michael has been
my life's obsession.

I've examined every single
case file written on him.

I was a student of Dr. Loomis'
before he passed away.

And then I lobbied
the University of Illinois

to be assigned
to Michael myself.

Any progress?

Well, he's been seen
by over 50 clinical psychiatrists,

and with each,
many different opinions.

Dr. Loomis was the only one
to see him in the wild.

And he concluded he was
nothing more than pure evil.

Our patients get fresh air, sunshine,
a view, proper exercise, healthy diet.

It pains me to see him transferred
to that less-than-desirable facility.

And there he is.

He can speak.
He just chooses not to.

I'd love to stand
closer to him, if I may.

Get a sense of his awareness,
or lack of awareness.

Oh, make no mistake,
he's aware.

He was watching you
as you arrived.

Perhaps you'd like
to tie your left shoelace?

Mr. Tovoli here,
the gentleman with the umbrella,

has a fixation
for such things.

- Underestimate no one.
- Of course.

And now step up
to the yellow line.

And no further.

Do not cross the line
under any circumstances.

Michael.

Michael.

I've got some people
who'd like to meet you.

Hello, Michael.

My name is Aaron Korey.

I've been following your case
for years and still know very little about you.

I'd like to know more.

About that night.

About those involved.

Do you ever think
about them, Michael?

Feel guilt about their fate?

I borrowed something from a friend
at the attorney general's office, Michael.

You feel it,
don't you, Michael?

- You feel the mask.
- (PATIENT WHIMPERS)

Figaro. Figaro!

(WHIMPERS)

- (SHUSHING)
- (DOG BARKING)

AARON:
Say something, Michael.

- (PATIENTS GRUNTING)
- (DOG BARKING)

Say something.

(PATIENTS GRUNTING
AND MOANING)

(LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY)

(BARKING)

(MOANS)

You can feel it, can't you?

- It's a part of you, Michael.
- (PATIENTS GRUNTING, WHOOPING)

- (GROANING)
- (WHOOPS)

It's a part of you.

(PATIENTS YELLING, WHOOPING)

Say something.

(BUZZING ON LOUDSPEAKER)

Say something, Michael.

- (YELLS)
- (BARKING CONTINUES)

- (WHOOPING)
- (BUZZING CONTINUES)

(GRUNTING, MOANING)

(YELLS)

(MOANING)

(YELLS)

Say something!

DANA: (WHISPERS)
What is it we're after?

AARON: Okay, well,

having witnessed the animal
in its captive state

and failed to provoke
any sort of response,

we now track down
its counterpart.

Could it be that one monster
has created another?

And although the iron bars
and barbed wire

that separate them
are both strong and sharp,

the metaphysical lines
are blurred and slight.

Both exist in isolation,
fettered by their own fear

and hatred of one another.
DANA: This one.

AARON: Here?

Could it be that the only hope
of rehabilitation...

DANA: Spooky.
AARON:...is through confrontation?

DANA: "Access has been denied.
Private property. No trespassing."

- (SCOFFS)
- You might need this.

Dana, journalists don't pay
for their interviews.

Smile. We're on camera.

(BUZZES)

(BEEPING)

(CLICK)

LAURIE: Yes.

AARON: Hello. Um...

We're looking
for Laurie Strode.

We're, um...

We're making a podcast, and...

We're investigative
journalists.

If you have a moment,
we've traveled a very long way.

How does $3,000 sound?

(GATE CLANKING AND CREAKING)

(JINGLING QUIETLY)

(CAR APPROACHING)

(BUZZING)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

Hello.

May we come in,
and sit down and talk?

(BEEPS)

So...

Aaron and I have made
several award-winning public radio exposés.

Our last project shed new light
on a murder case from 20 years ago.

We like to reexamine incidents
with an unbiased lens.

I believe there's a lot to learn
from the horrors you experienced.

There's nothing to learn.

There are no new insights
or discoveries.

- So, is he real?
- Who?

The Boogeyman.

- I read you quoted...
- You don't believe in the Boogeyman?

I believe in Michael Myers,
deranged serial killer,

but the Boogeyman, no.

Well, you should.

Okay.

Michael Myers is a human being

who killed his sister
when he was six years old.

Then he came after you.

We just want to know why.
We want a glimpse inside his mind.

That's why your story
is so important.

My story?

AARON:
Two failed marriages.

Rocky relationship
with your daughter and granddaughter.

Michael Myers
murdered five people.

And he's a human being
we need to understand?

I'm twice divorced.

And I'm a basket case.

They're transferring him.

Tomorrow, 7:00.

He'll be locked away
until the end of his days.

That's the idea.

Let's talk about when the state came
to take your daughter away.

She was 12 years old.
They said you were an unfit mother.

How long until
you regained custody?

I didn't.

But you already knew that.

Laurie, we saw him.

We met with Michael.

I showed him the mask.

There was nothing.
No response. Nothing.

He won't talk to anyone.
Never has,

but I think he might
speak with you.

So, why don't
you sit down with him

and say all the things
you must be longing to say?

Come with us,
and let us help you free yourself.

Please.

LAURIE: Time's up.

I'll accept my payment.

Get out.

You want to shit
under my sink?

I will murder you
and your whole family.

- (CHUCKLES)
- (SIZZLING)

I switched from marshmallow fluff
to peanut butter.

See if those little bastards
eat that.

- That ought to kill them.
- Morning.

I rescheduled my last session,
so I can make it tonight.

You really didn't have to do that, Mom.
It's not a big deal.

RAY: You made it into
the National Honor Society.

- KAREN: Yeah.
- That is a very big deal.

I just made it to the top
of my shop class,

making birdhouses
and a checkerboard made of teak.

- (CHUCKLES)
- We're excited to meet Cameron.

That whole family, though,
they had a reputation.

Ray, come on.
RAY: But it's true. It's a relevant factor.

Ray. Ray.

RAY: Do you remember the one time
Lonnie punched that cop in the face?

KAREN: Ray.
RAY: That was a...

- (TRAP SNAPS)
- Oh! Mother...

Oh, man!
I got peanut butter on my penis. (GROANS)

- Ew, Dad.
- Instant karma.

Cameron is a good guy.
He's nothing like that.

You're gonna see
when you meet him tonight.

They're all nice guys
until they get you pregnant,

and then you gotta drive
in their pickup trucks,

and you clean their guns,
and you got children,

and you clean guns,
and you like to get high with them,

and then y'all get fat.

Hey, Dad?

- RAY: What?
- Can you stop?

RAY: I gotta clean
this peanut butter off my hand.

Did you invite Grandmother
like you said you would?

About tonight. You said
that you'd invite her.

Oh. Right. I did.

- You did?
- Yeah.

I talked to her yesterday.

She's not gonna be able
to come, honey. I'm sorry.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Baby, she's agoraphobic.

She needs cognitive behavioral therapy,
so don't take it personally.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

That's Vicky. I gotta go.

Hey, I love you.

Have a good day.

ALLYSON: Bye, Dad. Love you.
RAY: Okay.

ALLYSON: So, my mom's a liar.
VICKY: What happened?

(SIGHS) She said that she invited
my grandmother tonight, but she didn't.

I mean, she never
even contacted her.

- How do you know?
- Because I called her myself.

- That's bullshit.
- Yeah.

Dude, what's your mom's deal?
Why would she say that?

I don't know.
She just tries to keep me away from her.

Everyone
in my family, like,

turns into a total nutcase
this time of year.

If I were you guys,
I wouldn't celebrate, either.

I would just put up
a Christmas tree instead.

Just skip all over the creepy
Halloween shit, right?

Does your grandma
ever talk about it?

Yeah, it's pretty much
all she talks about.

It defines her life.

She's been traumatized
ever since.

DAVE: Wasn't it
her brother who, like,

cold-blooded murdilated
all those teenagers?

No. That's just a bit that some people
made up to make them feel better, I think.

I mean, that is scary
to have a bunch of your friends

get butchered
by some random crazy person.

Is it, though? Because,
all things considered,

there's a lot worse stuff
that's happening today.

And, like, I mean, what,
a couple people getting killed

by one guy with a knife
is not that big of a deal.

Dude, her grandmother
was almost fucking murdered.

And she escaped, and they caught him,
and now he's incarcerated.

I'm just saying, like,
by today's standards...

Just shut the fuck up,
Dave. Shut up.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Yeah, shut up, Dave.

Hey, is it cool with you guys if I explode
one of these pumpkin heads?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Go for it.

VICKY: Oh, he's serious?

- He's serious.
- Oh, God, he's really blowing it up.

I know. He's such
a fucking moron.

- Oh, God. Oh, God.
- Oh, Jesus.

(LAUGHING)

- Go, go, go, go, go. Happy Halloween!
- (WHISTLES, EXPLODES)

- Ah!
- (GRUNTS)

- (CHUCKLING) Cameron.
- I got you. That was a good one.

Yes, that was very good.

Hey, do you have everything
for your costume tomorrow night?

Bonnie and Clyde
must roll as one, after all.

Um, no, I mean,
I'm more focused on tonight.

Tonight?

I thought you were joking when you said
your parents were old-fashioned.

- Be nice, okay?
- Okay.

It'll be fun.

- I'm excited for tonight.
- I need to calm down.

- I'm excited for tonight, okay?
- Okay.

- OSCAR: Ooh... Ugh!
- (ALLYSON CHUCKLES)

Ugh. You guys
are just barf, you know.

You're just...
You're two yucky dumpsters,

- and I want to go diving. Come here.
- No.

- Dude, dude.
- Right here, right here, right?

- Oh. Mwah. Mwah.
- Dude, you got your little chapped-lip crusties

all over me, man,
so thanks.

I know.
And you're welcome.

- It's gross.
- It's a little part of me for you.

For the rest of your day.
All right? (CHUCKLING)

So, do you have everything ready
for your costume tomorrow?

Um...

About that...
OSCAR: What?

Are we seriously not?

You said we were gonna do this whole
Halloween dance together,

and now you just ditch me.

I mean, you just...
You can't walk all over town breaking hearts.

- Okay. Hey, listen, listen.
- All right?

- Love. Truly.
- Okay, lovebirds, later.

- (SCHOOL BELL RINGING)
- (STUDENTS MURMURING)

TEACHER: Now let's open our books
to Frankl's interpretation.

He said, "Fate took
a different course.

"I understand how someone who has
nothing left in this world

"may still know bliss."

His message
is totally hopeful.

Even in the most disparaging of conditions,
life can find its meaning,

and conversely,
so can one's suffering.

I can't accept this.

Use it for whatever
your heart desires.

I'll save it
for college then.

Fuck college.
Go somewhere. Go to Mexico.

Could you imagine?

Yeah, I can.

Look, don't worry
about your mom.

She will freak,

but she'll get over it.

Why can't you?

The Boogeyman?

All this hiding, all this preparation,
it was for nothing.

I mean, it took priority over your family.
It cost you your family.

If the way I raised your mother
means that she hates me,

but that she's prepared
for the horrors of this world,

then I can live with that.

(SHUDDERING BREATH)

Say goodbye to Michael,
and get over it.

Goodbye.

(CLICKS)

MAN: (ON SPEAKER)
Dr. Samuel Loomis, January 22, 1979.

Do you wish to give a statement regarding
your former patient, Michael Myers?

LOOMIS: My suggestion
is termination.

Death is the only solution
for Michael.

GUARD: A2201. Myers, Michael.

LOOMIS: There's nothing to be gained
from keeping evil alive.

A22...

- (TASER CLICKING)
- (SCREAMING)

LOOMIS: A shot of sodium thiopental
would render him unconscious.

I'll be with him to make sure
his life is extinguished.

My ear on his chest to hear for myself
that his vitals no longer function,

and immediately
incinerate the body.

It needs to die.

(DISTORTED) It needs to die!

(SHACKLES JINGLING)

(QUIET CHATTER)

LOOMIS: It needs to die!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Don't worry, Michael.
I'll be by your side.

(SHUDDERING BREATHS)

SARTAIN: Michael Myers is still my patient
until he's in somebody else's care,

so I'm seeing my duty
through till the end.

OFFICER:
All right, move out.

(GATE BUZZING)

(BUZZING GROWS LOUDER)

(SCREAMS)

KAREN:...send my DNA away
to a stranger.

CAMERON: Why not?
You can find out some pretty interesting things.

- Don't...
- I found out that I'm part Cherokee.

I guess my dad's,
like, 7% Cherokee.

I know Lonnie.
I went to high school with him.

He used to sell me peyote.
ALLYSON: Dad.

KAREN: Everyone knows Lonnie.
RAY: Yeah.

- Dad.
- I'm sorry.

Um, this is a massive overshare
for our new friend.

No, he did. I learned a lot
about myself with his dad.

Tripped balls out in the woods,
me and his dad.

- KAREN: Boy, Ray...
- Tripping balls.

(LAUGHTER)

KAREN:
No, really, keep talking.

So, you guys have big plans
for tomorrow at the high school?

RAY: What are you doing?

Is it a dance or something?
CAMERON: Yeah, it's a Halloween...

Costumes?
CAMERON: Halloween dance. Yep.

- Costume party.
- What are you going as?

Uh, well, I don't know
if I'm allowed to say.

Please say.
KAREN: Oh, come on.

I can... Okay.
RAY: Come on.

So we're going
as Bonnie and Clyde.

Oh, that's a great idea.
RAY: (CHUCKLES) Yeah.

- Except...
- Oh!

- RAY: Ooh.
- Oh. No. Okay, so just Bonnie and Clyde.

That's it. Bonnie and Clyde.
RAY: Bonnie and Clyde with a twist.

Classic.
CAMERON: Yeah!

- I love that.
- Nice.

- That's so fun.
- You'll see.

You know how
it ended, right?

Their story ended a little...
CAMERON: Yes. Hopefully...

RAY: Yes, with the bullets
and the bleeding.

Yeah.

RAY: You have a jalopy
filled with bullet holes from the G-men?

CAMERON: I wish
we had one of those.

RAY: It was in Laughlin, like a Model A.
KAREN: I know.

Did you talk to Grandmother?

(SIGHS)

Yeah.

She said she was gonna come.
She came to my office. We had a nice talk.

Did you? Really?

- That's a first.
- It was nice.

- Oh.
- Do you know where she is then?

- LAURIE: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I...
- That part... Oh.

KAREN: Great timing, Mom. Hi.
LAURIE: I...

- You made it.
- It ran late. I'm sorry.

- ALLYSON: Hi. I'm so happy you came.
- Hi, Mom.

Hi, Laurie.

Hi. Hi. I'm, uh...
CAMERON: Hi.

I'm the grandmother.

Nice to meet you.
I'm Cameron Elam.

And we're here celebrating
our daughter because of her...

Yes, I know.
How did it go?

Yes. It looks good on you.
You know, I was in the Honor Society, too.

That's good. Why don't you
sit down, Mom?

- No, I'm good.
- Yeah, have a seat.

Or we could go for a walk,
if you'd like.

- Really? Did it go great? Yeah?
- Yeah.

It went really...
It went, um...

KAREN: Hey, Mom?
RAY: That's mine.

I thought
you quit drinking.

Mmm!

Mom, what are you doing?
What is this?

You know, this is exactly
why we don't reach out.

Mom.

LAURIE: I'm sorry.
I will sit down.

Okay.

Why don't we press the reset button?
Why don't we just start over, okay?

All right, Mom...

(CRYING) Sorry.
KAREN: Mom.

RAY: Please stop this.

(LAURIE SOBBING)

LAURIE: Sorry.

I saw him.

The Shape.

- Mom...
- I wanted to kill him.

RAY: Okay,
that's enough, Laurie.

- Laurie, that's enough.
- I didn't know what to do.

That's enough, Laurie.
KAREN: Okay.

I think maybe this is a little bit
too much for you, huh?

Why don't we go
for a walk, all right?

You said you were gonna try
to put the past behind you.

RAY: Laurie.

KAREN: Okay? Are you gonna try to do that?
That's what you said you wanted to do.

- I can't.
- Mom, look at me. Look at me.

I...
CAMERON: Should we, uh...

Really hate to say
I told you so, but...

(GATE BUZZING, DISTORTED)

(BUZZING FADES)

I'm glad you got
to see that.

I never told you
how I spent my childhood.

(PANTING)

(WHISPERS) Gotcha.

I learned how to shoot a gun
when I was eight.

I learned how to fight.

I had nightmares
about the basement.

(TOOL SCREECHING)

Social Services came
when I was 12 years old and took me away.

(CREAKING)

I've spent my entire life
trying to get over the paranoia

and neuroses that she has
projected on me.

CAMERON: Yeah, he reminds me
of, uh, Gary Hogeboom.

RAY: Yeah, that quarterback thing
is all messed up.

ALLYSON: Good times, right?

What is she gonna do
with herself?

RAY: I know. It's not
your job to save her.

She'll be all right.

(STATIC CRACKLING AND BUZZING)

I can't get reception
on this thing

ever since the antenna
was bent at the car wash.

Why do we have to come out again?
We do this all the time.

What? You don't enjoy it?
I like being out in the woods and...

No, I enjoy it,
but I'm missing dance class for this.

And sometimes I would rather
do that than hunting.

I mean, is dance class
that important to you?

- Yeah, it is.
- You need some more time

- in the woods to go hunting and fishing.
- No.

On weekends,
I'll do it with you, Dad.

Like, I really love
spending time with you,

but right now dancing
is my thing, you know,

and it really hits me
in the heart. I mean, I...

- Dad, look out!
- Oh!

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(BOY PANTING)

What the hell
happened to you, hoss?

Oh, shit.

Dad, look.

Lumpy, you stay here.

I'm gonna make sure
no one's hurt.

- You call the police.
- Okay.

Dad, be careful, please.

Hey, you fellas okay?

(SLOW COUNTRY MUSIC
PLAYING ON RADIO)

You all right?

(PANTING)

(GASPING)

(LINE RINGING)

OPERATOR: 911.
What is the emergency?

Yes. Um, there's
been an accident.

Uh, there's a bus.
People running around in the road.

My dad went to look.
I don't know.

Okay. Hold on.

I'll go check.

Dad?

(PANTING QUIETLY)

(DISTANT LAUGHTER)

(GASPS)

(GASPING)

- (GROWLS, GRUNTS)
- (GASPS, PANTING)

MAN: (WEAKLY) Run.

- Wait here. I'll go get my dad.
- No.

Run!

(GASPING)

Dad!

Daddy!

- (MAN GROANS)
- (BANGING)

(PANTING)

Don't shoot. Aah!

- Oh, fuck!
- Fuck! (GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING, PANTING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING AND CHOKING)

(BONE CRACKS)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

"Don't need a credit card
to ride this train."

Yo, Hawk, listen.
The ball come down loose,

- that's where you're gonna mess up at.
- Yo, Hawkins, would you like

a strawberry slushie
or a blue raspberry slushie?

Can you just bring me a coffee, will you?
I'll get you back later.

Pull a slingshot, it'll go
straight down the middle.

But you ain't never gonna beat my score,
so it makes no difference what you do.

Say that again.

You're never gonna beat my score,
so it doesn't make no difference what you do.

DISPATCHER: Dispatch to unit 601.
We have a 10-50 on Marlow Road.

Copy that, dispatch.
I'm on my way.

(SIREN WAILING)

(SIREN STOPS)

DISPATCHER: Attention, all units.
We got an officer that's 10-23

and a possible 10-50
on Route 20. Will advise.

Sheriff's Department.

DISPATCHER:
Possible 10-98. Over.

If you need assistance,
let yourself be known.

Signal 13.

Officer down.

I repeat, officer down.

I need assistance.
Send backup right away.

(RADIO BEEPS)

Uh, roger that. 10-1, officer down.
Sending EMT and all available units.

(SIGHS) Ooh!

Show your hands!

(QUIET, WEAK BREATHING)

I've been shot.

All right, stay with me.
Help's on the way.

What happened in here?

Did he escape?

Who?

Did who escape?

CARETAKER: Well, I got a cousin works
at a graveyard not too far from here.

They got war generals,
philanthropists, a beatnik poet.

They got Muddy Waters.

Oh, and they got Bernie Mac.

People come from all over
to pay respects.

But this is Haddonfield,
and this is our only claim to fame.

Maybe you can explain to me
what's so special about Judith Myers.

As she sat combing her hair,
unaware,

her 6-year-old brother
crept in quietly with a kitchen knife.

AARON: He then proceeded
to slice the base of her skull,

scraping her spinal cord.

When she turned,
raising her hands in self-defense,

he continued stabbing

into the nerves and arteries
of her palms.

Three more stabs into her sternum,
penetrating her heart.

(CROWS CAWING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BARKER: Hawkins.

Still checking IDs
of the patients we recovered

to figure out who's who.

Almost all accounted for.

Two of them were checking their emails
at a local library.

Just found three of them
holding hands,

chasing butterflies
at a flea market off the 220.

- Butterflies?
- Still no idea what really went down.

Any word from
Mr. Rip Van Winkle over here?

HAWKINS: Nurses say he's been in and out,
lost a lot of blood.

Somehow managed
to fall on a bullet.

I'm trying to get the whole story
because here's my concern.

Take a look at this list.

Most of them minor offenders,
mental patients.

One stuck out. A2201.

It's Michael Myers.

Babysitter Murders, 1978.

Forty years to this day.

Michael Myers loose
with a bunch of nutbags

in Haddonfield
on Halloween night?

We're gonna have
a fucking circus on our hands.

But hey.

What are we gonna do?
Cancel Halloween?

(LAUGHING)

WOMAN: (ON PA) Dr. Ray,
please pick up line two.

(ELECTRIC TOOL
WHIRRING IN DISTANCE)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

I need to go to a number two
almost immediately.

MAN: Can I drive?
WOMAN: Come on, get in the car. Move it.

(WHIRRING CONTINUES)

- Want anything from the shop?
- No. No, thank you.

(METAL CLANGING IN DISTANCE)

Hmm.

- Where's the loo?
- Excuse me?

Bathroom.

It's out that way,
around the back.

(DOOR OPENS,
ELECTRONIC BELL CHIMES)

(HINGES SQUEAK)

(GROANS)

(HINGES SQUEAK)

(DOOR HITS WALL)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(HINGES SQUEAK)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(GASPS SOFTLY)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(DOORKNOB RATTLING)

Excuse me. Sorry.
Someone's in here.

Hello?

(DOOR OPENS)

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING,
AIR HISSING)

(WHISPERS) What the...

(GASPS, WHIMPERS)

(SHUDDERING GASPS)

(SOBS)

Help me! (GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

Help me!

Aaron!

(CRIES OUT)

(SCREAMING)

Get off me!

- (LOCK CLICKS)
- (POUNDING, RATTLING)

Aaron! Stop!

Help me!

- Michael.
- Aaron! Aaron!

(GRUNTING)

- (HEAD THUMPS)
- (DANA GASPS)

(GRUNTING)

(AARON GRUNTING)

Dana! No!

(GRUNTING)

(DANA SOBBING)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

Dana!

(DANA SCREAMS, SOBBING)

(SOBBING LOUDLY)

(CHOKING)

(GASPING)

(BONE CRACKS)

(SLOW, HEAVY BREATHING)

NEWSCASTER: Police have not determined
a cause of this accident.

This scene's still
very active, of course.

You can see the police tape
set up behind me.

That prison bus firmly down
in that ditch.

You can see the tow truck, of course,
that is trying to get that prison bus out.

A source tells us that bus

was transporting personnel
from a local state hospital.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: 13 A-9.

(MALE DISPATCHER
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

- (ON RADIO) Roger.
- (CLICKS)

(WHIRRING, SCRAPING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
CONTINUES OVER RADIO)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

(PANTING SOFTLY)

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

(FAINT CREAKING)

(FAINT CREAKING CONTINUES)

Ray?

Allyson?

Allyson? Is anyone home?

- Karen?
- Shh.

What?

- Gotcha!
- (GASPS)

Jesus.

- You're dead.
- You scared me!

What are you doing
in our house?

You mean, how did I get
into your house?

You have no security system,
Karen.

Your side window
was wide open.

Sometimes I can't tell the difference
between your stupidity and your ignorance.

Hey, Laurie,
this is my home,

and I can take care
of my own family, all right?

I know jujitsu.
I have studied...

The bus crashed.
KAREN: Ray.

- What?
- Look, I have a plan.

Where's Allyson?
We need to get out of here now.

What bus crashed?

- Put down that gun. Put down...
- Hey, hey. Back off!

Put down that gun.
You're in my... Put down the gun!

KAREN:
Mom, you need help,

and you are not welcome
in this house until you get it.

I have tried to protect you
and prepare you.

Now we have to hunt him down.

Yeah, and I am trying
to prepare dinner for my family.

The world is not
a dark and evil place.

It is full of love
and understanding,

and I'm not letting
your psychotic rants confuse me

or convince me otherwise.

- Keep the gun.
- No! You need to go.

Get out!

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Son of a bitch.

(SIGHS)

BARKER: Hawkins.

Frank!

- Yeah?
- Look at this.

- OFFICER: It's a hospital gown.
- State-issued.

Get on the phone to Smith's Grove.
Confirm the match.

You know I was there
that night.

I was there.

We have one order of business.

That's to hunt
this thing down.

There's a reason we're supposed
to be afraid of this night.

CHILDREN: Trick or treat!

(LIVELY CHATTER)

- (POPPING, CRACKLING)
- (SHRIEKS)

BOY 1: Which one should we go to?
BOY 2: They're all spooky.

I'm gonna pick that one
over across the street.

- (GASPS)
- Oh, oh, oh, oh.

- What the... Sorry.
- Hey. Sorry about that.

CHILDREN: (CHANTING) Black cats and goblins
and broomsticks and ghosts.

Covens of witches
with all of their hosts.

You may think they scare me.

You're probably right.

Black cats and goblins
on Halloween night.

(MAN SPEAKS
INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

(WOMAN ON TV CRYING, GASPING)

WOMAN: Please!

Please let us out of here!

(INDISTINCT, PANICKED CHATTER)

(MOVIE CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)

(WOMAN GASPS)

(HAMMER STRIKING)

- (WOMAN GRUNTING)
- (HAMMER CONTINUES STRIKING)

(BABY CRYING IN DISTANCE)

MAN: (ON TV)
...the other side.

You are the sign.

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

(BABY COOING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(LIVELY CHATTER)

CHILDREN: Trick or treat!
MAN 1: Hey, guys. Stay together.

MAN 2: Very scary.

CHILDREN: Trick or treat, smell my feet,
give me something good to eat.

MAN 3: Wait, hang on, hang on.

I don't have my stethoscope.
WOMAN: Come on!

- I need it. I'm gonna get it.
- We're going to be late.

- I'll be right back.
- Jeez!

Look. You're not gonna believe this.
They were in my pocket the whole time.

Did Rebecca
give you directions?

Yeah. She did call me.

(CAR DOORS CLOSE)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(PHONE RINGS)

WOMAN: Hey, Sally.
How are you?

Really?

That's awful.

Well, I'll keep
my doors locked.

(MICHAEL BREATHING HEAVILY)

Thanks for telling me.

Billy's still out
at a party.

Let me know if you hear
anything else.

Good night, Sally.

(GASPS, SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

CHILDREN: Trick or treat!

OSCAR: Bonnie and Clyde, you are lady-killers.
You guys are seriously beautiful.

You're seriously...
Give me a smile.

Give me a big smile.
Just hold her tight.

There we go. Do that.
Do that with your ass. (LAUGHS)

(ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC
PLAYING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- OSCAR: Okay, so, no, not...
- It's Vicky. One second. One sec.

Okay, you don't have
to take it.

Hi. Oh, my gosh,
I wish that you were here.

It is so much fun.

God, I wish I was there.
I'm so fucking bummed.

It's just, like,
so much easier

to actually, like, talk to people
when you have no idea

- who they are.
- Yeah, dude, I told you you'd have fun.

How's Cameron?
Is he looking super fine in my grandma's skirt?

He is so sexy,
it's a little too much to take.

- (BEEPING)
- But...

- VICKY: Where'd you go?
- No, he's so sweet.

I'm having the best time.

You know, you guys should
just come over here when it's done.

Dave's already on his way,
and he's gonna bring the, uh,

you know, the "Alakazam,"
if you know what I mean.

And Julian's parents aren't
gonna be back until, like, super late.

Okay, well, it is a school night,
so we're not gonna "kazam" too much.

Oh, come on. It's a "school night."
Don't be a needy bitch. Get over here.

Okay. I'll see you soon.
We'll come over as soon as it's over.

Okay, bye. Love you.

I heard you telling
your friends to come over here

- and you're gonna smoke some weed.
- No. No.

That "Alakazam"?

Julian, I'm talking about,
like, you know, like, a magic trick,

- like, "abracadabra."
- Mmm.

I know you're talking about
smoking weed. Don't lie to me.

That's against the rules.
I'm telling my mom.

Well, I'm gonna tell your mom
about your browser history.

You better not.

You can get me in trouble,
I can get you in trouble.

I'm...

You used to be my favorite,
but now you're,

like, my tenth favorite boy
that I nanny.

And I babysit
some fucking loser kids.

If I had some other kind of babysitter,
she'd be reading me a story.

I wouldn't be up
clipping my nasty-ass toenails.

- Uh-huh. Go to bed.
- You used to be cool.

We used to be friends.
But now...

(LAUGHS) Okay.
Come on, go to bed.

- Wait.
- It's way past your bedtime.

- You want to be a good kid?
- Mmm-hmm.

- Go to bed, go to bed.
- How much do you get paid?

Come on, let's go, let's go.

I'll get ya. Come on.

(SCREAMING OVER TV)

(KISSES)
Good night, little dude.

Hey, Vicky. Can you leave
the door open? Just a crack?

Yeah.

Good night.

By the way, you're actually
my favorite kid I babysit for.

I like you, too.

Good night.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

That is not what...

CAMERON: Fuck.
Okay, that really...

That fucked me up. Okay.

Allyson!
Allyson, come here!

- Wait. Hey, Allyson.
- No. What was that?

- Okay. What?
- What was that? What's this?

What? Dude, have some
discretion, all right?

I don't know what you thought you saw,
but Kim literally was talking to me.

- Really?
- She came up to me and, like,

whispered in my ear, okay?
You don't have to cry about it.

It's not that big a deal.

- So Oscar got you fucked up?
- No, I got...

I mean, I got
me fucked up. I...

Okay.

- Hey, okay, can we just talk? Okay.
- Don't.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING)
- Okay, here, you know what? No.

Your fucking precious phone?

- (MUFFLED RINGING)
- (CHUCKLES)

- What the fuck?
- You gonna get that?

Or do you want me
to get it?

Hold up, hold up.
Wait, wait, wait.

I'm done.

OFFICER: (ON RADIO)
This is Unit 14.

I'm out by
Old Lady Miller's house.

I don't see anything
suspicious out here. Over.

DISPATCHER: Uh, 10-4. You want to go ahead
and show yourself code two,

officially cancel request
for assistance?

OFFICER:
Uh, affirmative. Over.

(MICHAEL BREATHING HEAVILY)

(TRASH CAN CLANGING)

- (IMITATES NEIGHING)
- Oh, shit.

- Sorry.
- Hi.

I didn't want to ring the doorbell
and wake up the kid.

- It's okay.
- Check it out. Fresh from my patch.

- Oh, my God.
- His eyes are hearts.

- I love it.
- Yeah.

- This is Tate.
- Hello. Hi, Tate.

- Hello. What's up?
- Hi. How are ya?

Do we have
the whole house to ourselves?

- Is that how this works?
- Yes.

- Sweet.
- Until Allyson and Cameron get here.

Okay, so, in the meantime,
you want to make some popcorn

and watch a spooky movie?

- Mmm, no.
- All right, wait, check this out.

You're gonna like this.

- I went and got this tattoo.
- (GASPS)

Because tonight
is the night,

the one we'll remember
for the rest of our lives.

You are so getting
dry-fucked tonight.

- (CHUCKLES) Oh, yeah?
- Fucking come here.

(DISTANT THUMP)

What?

- What was that?
- What was what?

Did you hear something?

No. What was it?

I don't know.
I thought I heard, like, a noise or something.

Yeah, it's probably
just Julian taking a dump.

Would you go look?

Do I have to?

Yeah, would you
please go look?

Okay.

- It was weird.
- All right. (SIGHS)

All right, little buddy.

Oh, fuck me.

I saw someone in the hallway,
standing outside my door.

- Oh.
- What's up, buddy?

There was a fucked-up face,
watching me from the dark.

Ghosts and goblins,
little buddy?

Shut up, Dave! I heard him
breathing, and then I saw him.

He's in here.
Boogeyman's in this house.

Okay. All right.
Come on, I got you.

- Let's check it out.
- Send Dave first.

- No, it's fine. It's fine.
- No, no. No, it's not.

- It's okay. Come on.
- No, it's not.

Come on, show me where
you saw Boogeyman.

- I'll protect you. I'm strong. I got you.
- No.

- Vicky, you go up there first.
- I'll fight him off.

- Come on. I promise.
- No.

JULIAN: Can you call my mom?
VICKY: Yeah.

If there's something
in the room, I'll call her.

He was standing
right there in the door.

VICKY: I'll check it out.

Excuse me, sir.
What are you doing in here?

Please, you need to leave.

Please leave.

Vicky?

Get out now!

- (GROWLS)
- (JULIAN GASPS)

- Gotcha.
- You fucking kidding me?

You're safe.
Nothing's in here.

- You're sure?
- Mmm-hmm.

You checked
behind the curtains?

I checked the whole place.

Sick.

VICKY: See? There's nothing to be afraid of.
There's no Boogeyman in here.

What if it's a doll?

Ooh, it could be, like,
one of those weird, like, kid dolls,

one of those weird babies,
and they stare at you

- with those beady little eyes.
- (WHIMPERS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(LAUGHING) Oh, fuck.

Ah, Sharia.

(GRUNTS)

Could you close
the closet door?

Yeah.

(SCREAMS, GRUNTS)

- Oh, shit!
- (VICKY WHIMPERING)

(GRUNTS) Oh, God.

No!

Oh! (GRUNTS)

(VICKY SOBS, GRUNTS)

(VICKY SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING, SOBBING)

Help! Dave! Help me!

- JULIAN: Vicky!
- (VICKY GRUNTING)

- (SCREAMS)
- Whoa!

Julian, run!

- I'll go get help. Dave! Dave!
- Vicky?

- VICKY: Get out of here!
- (JULIAN SCREAMING)

Don't go up there!
You're gonna get killed, Dave.

VICKY: Somebody help me!

- Dave, help me!
- Vicky.

VICKY: No, no, no, no, no, no.
(SOBBING) No, no, no.

(VICKY SCREAMS)

No! No!

(KNIFE SQUISHING)

Fuck this.

(STEADY, MUFFLED BREATHING)

DISPATCHER:
All units, we have reports

of a domestic disturbance
at 707 Meridian Avenue.

Please respond. Over.

Copy that, Dispatch.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

MAN: Okay, guys,
don't forget to say thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WOMAN: Come on.
That's enough. No, come on.

MAN: No, they can have
a little more, honey.

CHILDREN: (IN DISTANCE) Trick or treat,
smell my feet, give me something good to eat.

(KIDS CONTINUE CHATTERING
IN DISTANCE)

Haddonfield
Sheriff's Department!

Responding to
a domestic disturbance!

I repeat. This is Officer Hawkins.
Please respond.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Get out of here! Now!

Let's go, guys. Move.

LAURIE: Get inside!

(DOOR CREAKING)

(DOOR BANGS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BREATH TREMBLING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

Oh, fuck!

(COCKS GUN)

HAWKINS: Michael!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Oh, shit.

(PANTING)

- Laurie. Fuck!
- Jesus Christ, Frank!

- Fuck me!
- What the fuck?

HAWKINS: What the hell
are you doing here?

Frank, he's here.

I know.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER)

This way, please.

(DOG BARKING)

(ZIPPER CLOSING)

BARKER: Look who's up.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Where is he?

You tell me.

(SIRENS CONTINUE)

SARTAIN: The bus
lost control after Michael

overtook the first guard
and the driver.

He's no longer dormant.

He only knows how to keep moving
and to keep killing.

And he will kill again
unless he's captured.

BARKER: Come with me
for a minute.

You sit still.

Well, I was sitting still
anyway. What do you mean?

BARKER: He's an asset.

- He's not an asset. He's a liability.
- No, no. He's on this hunt.

Nobody knows Myers
better than he does.

Oh, thank you.

HAWKINS: You want me
to take this injured civilian to go look for

a psychopathic serial killer?
LAURIE: Sheriff.

Frank. What are we doing?

We don't need your help
right now, Laurie.

You're just standing here!
Please do something!

(WHISPERS)
Excuse me, Officers.

Laurie Strode.

BARKER: Laurie Strode,
meet Dr. Sartain.

I'm Michael's doctor.
Ranbir Sartain.

Oh, you're the new Loomis.

I read everything
about you and Michael.

Everything.

Did you know
our friend Hawkins here

was the first responding deputy
when Michael was apprehended in 1978?

He stopped Loomis from
killing Michael that night.

Do you know that I pray every night
that he would escape?

What the hell
do you do that for?

So I can kill him.

Well, that was
a dumb thing to pray for.

I'm sure he'll apologize.
He just needs to sleep it off.

Cameron doesn't want anyone
to see him as a bad guy,

but then he gets drunk
and gets belligerent

and looks like an idiot.

(LAUGHS) And then I look like an idiot
for vouching for him.

I'm really tired of everybody
letting me down all the time.

You deserve better.

I mean...

(SIGHS) Allyson, you're the coolest,
you're the prettiest,

and you're the nicest girl
in school.

And if anyone doesn't appreciate that,
they're a crazy person.

Thank you.
That's very sweet.

Let's get out of here.

I know a shortcut.

From a clinical perspective,
Doctor, would you say that Laurie Strode

has lost
her fucking marbles?

There are many ways for tragedy
and violence to change a victim.

They can grow accustomed
to always being afraid,

in constant fear.

They can grow weak,
they can grow strong.

But there's also
the other side.

What other side is that?

The effect
on the victimizer.

You see, this is what
has intrigued me through my studies.

How does a crime
like Michael's affect him?

Mmm-hmm.

What's that feeling?

Is he on a random path,
or is he emotionally driven?

Triggered by something?

Perhaps some unheard marching
order imprinted on his very being.

I want to know
what he's feeling.

I want to know what pleasure
he gets out of killing.

Where is this killer?
We gotta find him.

I'm not gonna stand in the way
of justice this time.

Remember, he's property
of the state.

- He mustn't be harmed.
- Oh, yeah?

We'll see about that.

(INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER)

(DOORBELL RINGS REPEATEDLY)

It's not safe here.

Where's Allyson?
Where is she?

Where's Allyson?

Honey, it's Mom.

Can you please call me back
the second that you get this, please?

The police said that
they evacuated the dance,

and I can't get
in touch with you.

And they're making us go
to your grandmother's house

because it's safe...
(SOBBING)

Sweetheart, this is
your grandmother.

There is a police officer waiting
at your house to bring you to us.

We're all gonna be together.

Now, do as I say.

(GRUNTS) Oh, shit.

It's treacherous
as hell here.

- Okay.
- You good?

- Take my hand.
- Okay.

- Right here.
- This is the dumbest shortcut ever.

Watch out for
all the poison ivy.

- Don't let me fall on that.
- All right. I got you.

- I got you. Okay,
- I got you. Okay, go.

- Okay. You did it. Yay.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

- Good job.
- Yay.

What are you doing?

I mean, you deserve better.

Right? I mean...

(STAMMERS)

- What the fuck?
- What?

- You're not with Cameron anymore.
- That does not...

(EXHALES)

That does not mean
I want to be with you.

I thought you were
sending me signals.

- Definitely no signals.
- I'm so sorry.

Please, you cannot
tell Cameron about this.

I didn't feel anything,
either. I swear.

- I didn't... Wait, I didn't...
- You are so pathetic.

I'm going home.
You can figure your own shit out.

Who's there? What... Hey!

Motion sensor, dumb-ass!

Allyson, I'm, like,
really drunk right now. Seriously.

I got really horny
at the party, and, like,

all these girls were,
like, dancing on me.

Their beautiful bodies got me
all chubbed out, Allyson.

I... Allyson, please!

They, like... They were
feeding me guacamole

in all these sexy ways.

(QUIET FOOTSTEPS)

It's not my... (SIGHS)

Happy Halloween,
Mr. Elrod. I'm just...

I don't know, man.
I'm sorry.

I'm not trying to trespass
on your yard and shit, man.

I was just trying to take a shortcut
with a really pretty girl, and I just...

(SIGHS) I just
really like her, man,

and I thought
that she liked me, too.

And I just... It just...

Have you ever really liked
a girl and you just couldn't have her?

I'm... I'm sorry, man.

I'll just... I'll peace out
of your hair, man.

(STAMMERS)
Thank you for...

(SIGHS)

Hey, uh, where'd you go,
man? You're acting...

Dude, you're acting, like,
really sketchy right now. I don't...

Uh...

What's up?

(MUFFLED BREATHING)

I'm leaving, right...
I don't...

I'm...

(MUFFLED BREATHING CONTINUES)

(OSCAR YELLS)

Ow! Oh, my God!
(SCREAMING)

Help me! Help!
Please! Somebody!

Somebody, help me, please!

Somebody, please!
Please, somebody!

Somebody, please
help me! Please!

Please, somebody, help me!

- Anybody! Anybody!
- Oscar, come on.

Please, dear God!
Please! Please!

Help me! Help me! Help me!

Please help me!

(CHOKING)

(CHOKING AND GURGLING)

Oscar!

(ALLYSON GASPING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMS)

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- Help! Let me in!

Let me in!

Help!

Somebody!

Help!

Help! Help!

Somebody! Please!

Help!

(PANTING)

KAREN: 'Cause my daughter
is not calling.

FRANCIS:
It's safer for you...

She's not texting.
RAY: Come on, Karen, let's go inside.

FRANCIS: Everyone's looking
for your daughter.

- RAY: Let them take care of it.
- So whoever you had looking for her

is obviously not able to
identify her.

We're gonna find your daughter.
KAREN: It's Halloween.

- We're gonna bring her here.
- There are kids everywhere.

- Karen, come on.
- There is no way.

- Karen. Karen.
- She had a costume, you know?

We need to go in the house.
FRANCIS: We have everybody available...

In the last 40 years, okay?

Honey, if you let them
do their job, they're gonna...

Karen!

(SIREN WAILING)

WOMAN: Just breathe.
And if you want, we can call someone...

(TIRES SCREECH)

Stay in the car, Doctor.

- You all right?
- Take deep breaths, sweetheart.

- (SHUDDERING) He's down the street.
- Okay.

- Okay.
- He's back. He killed my friend.

Everything's gonna
be all right. It's okay.

Take a deep breath.

We're gonna take you back
to your mom, okay?

I'm a doctor.
Lock your doors.

Everybody, get back to your houses now
and lock your doors.

We're gonna take you
to your mom.

Don't worry about him.
Don't worry about him.

Back in your houses now!

SARTAIN:
You heard the officer.

WOMAN: What is going on?
HAWKINS: Back in your houses!

Lock your goddamn doors.

(LOCK CLICKS)

(METAL CLATTERS)

(WHIRRING, SCRAPING)

What's this?

It's my childhood.

Let's go.

(LAURIE SIGHS)

(SWITCH CLICKS)

(WHIRRING, SCRAPING)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

(SIGHS)

All right, pick your poison.

I like a revolver.
They never jam.

This is accuracy
and stopping power.

This is tactical.

He waited for this night.

He's waited for me.

I've waited for him.

Come on, Michael.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Allyson, keep your eyes open.

- DISPATCHER: 601.
- He is out here somewhere.

Suspect reported on 11th,
near Saint Park.

Copy that, Dispatch.

I got eyes.

- Look! It's him!
- Here we go.

Brace yourselves.

- (TIRES SCREECH)
- SARTAIN: Don't hit him!

Watch out!
SARTAIN: Michael!

(PANTING)

(CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Don't shoot him.

- Doctor, get back in the car.
- No!

You killed him.
He's dead.

- Stand back.
- No.

I'm still gonna blow
this motherfucker's brains out.

SARTAIN: Get away.
Leave my patient alone.

Get away from the body.
Stand back.

I'm not gonna say it again.
Step away from the suspect.

- Step...
- (SARTAIN YELLS)

(GUN FIRES)

(GASPING AND SHUDDERING)

(HAWKINS AND SARTAIN GRUNTING)

ALLYSON: Fuck.

Help! Help! Help!

(GASPING AND GURGLING)

(SIGHS)

(GASPS)

(ALLYSON SOBBING)

So this is what
it feels like.

(PANTING)

ALLYSON: Help!

(SARTAIN INHALES DEEPLY)

- (BANGING ON WINDOW)
- (ALLYSON SHOUTING)

(PANTING)

(SOBBING)

(PANTING)

- Make room for my patient.
- No! (GRUNTS)

(SARTAIN GRUNTING)

ALLYSON: No!

- (ALLYSON SOBS)
- (EXHALES)

(ALLYSON WHIMPERS)

(SARTAIN SIGHS)

These people want to kill
this man for the crimes you observed.

The most important opportunity
to understand the mind of evil, you see.

So, when he awakes,
we'll be ready.

Ready for what?

A reunion.

Michael's pursuit of Laurie Strode
could be what keeps him alive.

I would suspect
the notion of being a predator

or the fear of becoming prey
keeps both of them alive.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

PHILLIPS:
You want a banh mi sandwich?

FRANCIS:
A what? What is that?

- A banh mi sandwich.
- What's a...

What is that? I don't
even know what that is.

I love that about you, Francis.
You're so predictable.

You're like a PB and J
every day kind of guy.

FRANCIS:
Oh, here we go.

No, a banh mi sandwich.

Banh mi is essentially just

the Vietnamese version
of a French baguette.

- Mmm-hmm.
- And the term actually refers

to the bread and not so much
the contents therein.

- Mmm-hmm.
- But your partner,

- the greatest partner in the world...
- Wow.

...made an arrangement
with the Vietnamese folks at the restaurant

and had them make you your very own
peanut butter and jelly banh mi sandwich.

That sounds disgusting.

I'm not gonna try that.
I brought my own food.

- I'm very happy with my...
- What did you bring?

You want to see
what I brought?

Yeah, I do want
to see what you brought.

Ready? Look at this.
Look at that.

- Fresh brownie.
- Oh. Okay.

Chocolaty homemade brownie.
I made that myself.

That's, like,
what a 5-year-old would eat

if they could make
their own lunch.

SARTAIN: I worked
with Michael for years,

but I've never seen him
in an uncontrolled environment.

I've never heard him
speak, you see.

In spite of my encouragements,
he remains unresponsive.

But tonight, so many
possibilities exist.

He spoke to me.

- He spoke to you?
- Yeah, um... When he murdered my friend,

he saw me, and he spoke to me.

What did he say?

- One word.
- What?

Let me go, and I will
tell you what he said.

You must tell me.
I must know. You must tell me.

Let me go, and I'll tell you
what he said.

Just stop the car,
and I'll tell you what he said.

- (SARTAIN GRUNTS)
- (TIRES SCREECHING)

What is that?

PHILLIPS:
That's weird, right?

Is that Hawkins?

I don't know.

What was the word?

Was it the sister's name?

(BREATH TREMBLING)

Judith?

(MICHAEL BREATHING
HEAVILY)

(WHIMPERING)

- What was the word?
- Fuck.

Michael.

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

606 to 601.

Hawkins.

Answer the fucking
radio, burnout.

(HORN HONKING)

(ON RADIO) Hawkins?

(HONKING STOPS)

606, 601.

Hawkins, please respond.

Hawkins.

- Let's go check it out.
- All right.

(GEARSHIFT CLICKS)

(SLOW, HEAVY BREATHING)

Say something.

(SIREN WAILS)

Can you see him?

(ON SPEAKER)
Hawkins, please respond.

Hawkins, please respond.

- Let's go and check it out.
- All right.

Dispatch, be advised, we got
a man down. He's 10-7.

No sign of 601.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Karen, the lights.

What are you doing?
I thought you said we were safer here.

You never wanted to listen
when I spoke of that night.

And this is why.

I've been preparing for this
for a long time.

You want him to come here.

I'm so sorry, Karen.
I'm so sorry, baby.

(PANTING)

(SIREN WAILS)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Any word?

Hey, any word on Allyson?

Hey.

Guys.

(RAY GASPS)

What... (EXCLAIMS)

(RAY PANTING)

(RAY EXCLAIMS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

- (RAY YELPS)
- (NECK SNAPS)

Ray!

Karen!

Where's Ray?

Michael's here.
Get downstairs.

Go, baby, go!

(WHIRRING, SCRAPING)

(PANTING)

- (SWITCH CLICKS)
- (WHIRRING, SCRAPING)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(COUGHS)

(GASPING)

Mom!

(LAURIE GRUNTING)

Mom!

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(WHIRRING, SCRAPING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

(METAL CLATTERING)

I was wrong to raise you the way I did,
but at least I can protect you.

Nothing will happen to you.

I know you thought
this was my cage.

- (FOOTSTEPS)
- (FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

KAREN: (GASPS)
I'm scared.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(KAREN GASPING)

(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS)

(CLATTERING)

- (GUN CLICKS)
- (SHELL CASINGS CLATTER)

(SHUDDERING BREATHS)

I have to finish this.

Mom.

- I love you.
- I love you, baby.

(SWITCH CLICKS)

(WHIRRING, SCRAPING)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

(WHIRRING, SCRAPING)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Come out, Michael.

(FOOTSTEPS)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(RATTLING)

(THUDS)

(GASPS)

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

(RATTLING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(EERIE, DISTORTED GIGGLING)

(WHIMPERING)

(SCREAMS)

(RATTLING)

(DOOR BANGS OPEN)

(SOFT CLINKING)

(EXHALES)

(LAURIE GASPS)

(PANTING)

(YELPS)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(YELLING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

Mom.

(GASPING)

Grandmother?

Grandmother?

(WHIRRING, SCRAPING)

- (WHISPERS) Baby.
- (GASPS) Mom.

He's coming. Come on.

- (SHUSHES) Come on. Come on.
- Where's Grandmother?

I couldn't...
I couldn't find you guys.

- (WHIRRING, SCRAPING)
- It's okay. It's okay.

(WHIRRING STOPS)

- (FOOTSTEPS)
- (PANTING)

(SHUSHING)

- It's gonna be okay.
- I'm locked in a cage.

It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.

(WOOD CREAKING)

Everything's
going to be okay.

(SHUSHING)

- (HEAVY FOOTSTEPS)
- (FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Mom, I'm so sorry.
I tried to stop him from coming here.

(SHUSHING)

(LOUD CLATTERING)

Okay. Okay.

- (GRUNTS)
- (RATTLING)

(SHUSHES)

(RATTLING CONTINUES)

(LOUD BANGING)

KAREN: Stay back.

(BANGING CONTINUES)

Get back!
Get back, get back.

(GASPING)

(GASPING, WHIMPERING)

Stay back.

Mom?

Help us!

I can't do it.

I'm sorry.
I can't do it.

Gotcha.

(GRUNTS)

(THUDS)

- Happy Halloween, Michael.
- (UNSHEATHES BLADE)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

Come on, Allyson!

- Come on, Allyson!
- Allyson, go!

LAURIE: Allyson, come on!

Go!

Karen, come on, baby.
Come on!

KAREN: Oh, God!

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

- (SCREAMS)
- I got you!

(SCREAMING)

Allyson, run!

Go! Go now!

LAURIE:
Come on, kick him!

- LAURIE: Allyson! Go!
- Allyson, go!

(YELLING)

KAREN: Now go!

(SCREAMS)

(YELLING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(GAS HISSING)

Okay. It's not
a cage, baby.

It's a trap.

Goodbye, Michael.

(EXPLOSION)

KAREN: Oh, God,
someone's coming.

Someone's coming.

(COUGHING)

- Hold her.
- I got her.

I got her. Go!

Go, baby, go!

Hey!

(PANTING)

Help us.

(HEAVY BREATHING)