Halloween Kills (2021) | Transcript

The saga of Michael Myers and Laurie Strode continues in the next thrilling chapter of the Halloween series.
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Halloween Kills

Minutes after Laurie Strode (Curtis), her daughter Karen (Judy Greer) and granddaughter Allyson (Andi Matichak) left masked monster Michael Myers caged and burning in Laurie’s basement, Laurie is rushed to the hospital with life-threatening injuries, believing she finally killed her lifelong tormentor.

But when Michael manages to free himself from Laurie’s trap, his ritual bloodbath resumes. As Laurie fights her pain and prepares to defend herself against him, she inspires all of Haddonfield to rise up against their unstoppable monster.

The Strode women join a group of other survivors of Michael’s first rampage who decide to take matters into their own hands, forming a vigilante mob that sets out to hunt Michael down, once and for all.

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HAWKINS: Doctor, get back in the car!

SARTAIN: No! No.

HAWKINS: I’m still gonna blow this motherfucker’s brains out.

(Sartain yells)

KAREN: Mom! Mom!

(banging)

Help!

(tires screeching)

(insects chirping and buzzing)

(line ringing)

CAMERON: Pick up.

Pick up.

Dude, where are you?

OSCAR (recorded): Hey there, sassy lovers.

This is Oscar.

CAMERON: Damn it.

OSCAR: I am unable to take your call right now because I’m standing right… behind you!

(phone beeps)

Hey, Oscar, uh, call me wh-when you get this.

Um, I messed up with Allyson, man.

I got to find her and, uh, fix it somehow, so, uh, if you know where she is or if you guys are together, let me know.

All right. Be safe. Bye.

Damn it!

♪ ♪

Dude, you okay?

Hey! You okay?

Hey.

Hey, man, I’m coming. I’m coming.

Oh, no.

Oh, my God. Okay.

Okay. (muttering)

Help! Help!

Oh, shit. Help!

Somebody help!

Okay, okay.

All right.

All right. Um, okay, okay, okay.

(grunts, coughs)

(gasps)

Okay. All right, man.

Come on. Come on, look at me, look at me.

Stay with me, stay with me.

Hawkins, Officer Hawkins.

Okay. Look at me, look at me. You’re good.

Hold on tight. I’m gonna get help, okay?

Help! Help!

(straining): He needs to die.

He needs to die. (groans)

Okay, okay. Come on, come on.

Stay still, stay still, stay still. Look at me.

Look at… Look at me.

He needs to die.

Who needs to die?

He needs to die.

And I’m the one… that’s gonna get him.

(siren blaring)

Oh, shit.

Haddonfield Sheriff’s Department.

Stop right there.

I said stop!

(gasping breaths)

Shit.

(softly): Shit.

PETE: Hawkins! You all right?

(whimpers)

(Hawkins sighs)

Did you see him?

Where did he go?

Where have you guys been?

I called for backup ten minutes ago.

SULLIVAN: Easy, rookie.

Loomis said he shot him multiple times in the chest.

I saw from 50 yards away.

He crossed right here and then just disappeared.

Okay. Sullivan, you and Tobias search Chestnut, south to the bypass.

Hawkins and I will track Market Street up to Lampkin.

We’ll catch him.

Yeah, kill the bad guy.

Jesus, Frank.

I used to know the guy.

Michael. We were kids.

Yeah?

Was he one of those weirdo freaks who used to pluck the wings off butterflies when he was a kid?

Not that I ever saw.

He was just…

Just killed his sister when he was six years old?

Yeah. My mom used to make me go over to his house to play.

She felt bad. But he would just spend the whole time staring out of his sister’s bedroom window.

I always remember thinking, “The hell is he looking at out there?”

He was looking at Haddonfield.

Simple town where nothing exciting ever happens.

PETE: Yeah.

Then one day, he just snapped.

♪ ♪

(singsongy): Lonnie, Lonnie, weird and scrawny.

(laughing)

Has bad dreams, so cries to mommy.

BOY: He’s gonna get you.

He’s gonna get you, Lonnie. He’s gonna get you.

Touch Conrad’s candy again, I swear to God I’ll beat your ugly ass!

Yeah, we’ll beat your ugly ass. That’s right!

I didn’t do it. It wasn’t me.

It was Richie.

Then show me.

Open your hand right now.

No.

Why don’t you open up your hand?

I don’t want to.

Get off.

Open your hand!

(grunting)

Leave me alone.

BOY: Yeah, okay.

(groans, grunts)

That’s what you get when you fuck with the Mullanys.

Get away from me! Leave me alone!

(siren blaring)

Hey. Everything all right with you kids?

Yeah. Just trick-or-treating with our new old friend Lonnie.

What? You…

You kids see anyone walking around in a white mask?

It’s Halloween. Everyone’s wearing a mask.

That’s right. I need you to go home right now.

Go home to your parents and lock your doors.

Why? What did he do?

What did he do?

He murdered three teenagers down the street.

(siren blaring)

(singsongy): Don’t get murdered, Lonnie.

(laughter)

Sleep with one eye open, Lonnie.

He’s gonna get you, Lonnie Elam!

Boogey, Boogey.

Did you see his face?

GIRL: Lonnie, Lonnie, weird and scrawny.

Has bad dreams, so cries to mommy.

Be careful, Lonnie.

BOY: He’s gonna get you, Lonnie. He’s gonna get you.

GIRL: He’s gonna get you, Lonnie.

Sleep with one eye open, Lonnie.

BOY: He’s gonna get you, Lonnie.

GIRL: He’s gonna get you, Lonnie Elam.

(panting)

(grunts)

(groaning)

(gasping breaths)

♪ ♪

Help. (whimpers)

Help!

(crying): I’m sorry for tripping Tommy Doyle and bullying him.

Just… just-just please don’t kill me.

(yelps)

Hey, kid. You okay?

Hey, whoa. It’s all right. Take it easy.

Where’d he go?

Where is he?

You-you didn’t see him?

Take a deep breath.

Who?

The Boogeyman.

♪ ♪

He’s gonna kill you!

Whoa. Hey, hey.

Boogeyman?

What the hell?

That’s it.

That’s the Myers house.

That’s where it happened.

Halloween, 1963.

♪ ♪

(creaking)

(groans)

PETE: Hey, Frank?

Yeah.

There’s a dead dog in here.

What?

Nothing.

(flies buzzing)

(groans)

(door creaks, bangs)

Don’t shoot!

(whispers): Frank. Frank.

What?

Oh, sh…

Go for it.

PETE (whispers): Three, two, one.

(sighs): Okay.

Crazy.

(thumping)

Ugh.

Spiderwebs.

♪ ♪

(wind whistling)

♪ ♪

(chuckles softly)

Haddonfield.

Where nothing exciting ever happ…

(yells, gasps)

McCabe?

(Pete groaning)

HAWKINS: McCabe?

McCabe!

(gasping)

Drop him!

Drop him or I’ll shoot.

Michael, I’m warning you.

(gasping)

Goddamn it!

(gun fires)

(gasping)

(thuds)

(gun firing)

(Pete gasping)

Hang on, McCabe.

Pete. Pete, Pete.

Hey, hey. It’s-it’s okay.

(stammering): We’re gonna get…

We’re gonna get you some help, okay? Just hang in there.

It’s gonna be okay, all right?

(siren wailing)

You’re gonna stay with me?

(tires squeal)

Yeah. Yeah.

Stay with me, okay?

LOOMIS: Stay back! The evil is here!

(car door closes)

OFFICER: Move, move, move!

(indistinct radio chatter)

Freeze!

Stop!

LOOMIS: Michael, stay where you are.

PETE: You got him, right?

We… Tell me we got him.

OFFICER (outside): Stay right there!

Uh-huh.

We got him?

HAWKINS (crying): Oh, my God.

I’m sorry.

Sorry.

Oh, God.

♪ ♪

LOOMIS: Stop!

Michael, stay back.

OFFICER: Hold it right there!

(over radio): …description of the subject for confirmation.

It’s him.

It’s him.

(distorted): It’s Michael Myers.

Officer Hawkins, tell me, what happened in here?

Tell me what happened.

Did Michael kill?

Did Michael kill again?

(panting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(John Carpenter’s Halloween theme playing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(“She Doesn’t Want You Anymore” playing)

WOMEN: ♪ Daddy don’t take it hard ♪

♪ When you cry… ♪

MARCUS: I thought that was gonna be, like, a holiday pizza party with a bunch of coworkers, not an orgy.

Your vulgar-ass boss acted inappropriately.

You need to start standing up for yourself in these situations.

Yeah, no. That’s right. You’re right.

No, stand up for myself. Now, tomorrow morning, I’m gonna go in there, I’m gonna quit that job…

And you’re gonna punch Dr. Mathis in the face.

LINDSEY: Ooh! Champagne.

Yep. Punch him in the face.

Okay.

LONNIE: Yes!

MARION: Oh, look at you.

TOMMY: With all the shit happening today, two homicides at a gas station…

(cork pops)

LONNIE: Stop it. We don’t even know if he was on the bus.

MARION: Tommy, you’re so paranoid.

(laughter)

LONNIE: Very sous bois.

Mm, okay. (laughs)

Oh. Excuse me.

Great.

LONNIE: Yeah, that’s… that’s a little old French term meaning this bitch tastes good.

(laughter)

All right!

(loud laughter)

Hey. Hey.

Hey, hey, guys, guys, guys.

Can you bring it down a tad?

Like, my wife and I are trying to watch the talent show.

LONNIE: Yeah, of course. Yeah.

Sorry.

Yeah. Yeah, sorry.

Sorry about that.

Appreciate it.

TOMMY: Okay.

(laughter)

I’m gonna go get us a couple of drinks.

You relax.

Okay.

LONNIE: Well, I’m kind of a sommelier, but for cheap wines.

Yeah.

Yeah, can I get, um, two of the voodoo skeleton thing right here?

Hey, look here, don’t be bothered by them motherfuckers over there, man.

They are friends with that crazy lady that almost got killed by Michael Myers.

No shit. I-I heard about that.

Wha… Uh, Laura Stropes or something.

Laurie Strode.

Strode, yeah.

The one that survived Michael Myers.

They come here every Halloween, and, you know, tears in their beers. (laughs)

(applause)

Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce our next thespian.

Now, I used to bust this guy’s balls when we were kids, but he is all grown-up now.

And he’s become the most captivating bird whistler.

(laughter, whooping, whistling)

Hey, everybody.

WOMAN: All right, Tommy!

Uh, Lonnie put me up to this shit.

(laughter)

Uh, I’m not gonna whistle for you.

I’m, uh… I’m gonna tell you a story.

WOMAN: Ghosts and goblins!

Oh… (laughs)

MARION: You got this, Tommy!

MAN: Turn off the lights!

Any of you know the story of the Haddonfield Boogeyman?

Too young to give a shit? Too drunk to remember?

40 years ago, a madman escaped from a mental hospital.

It was the night before Halloween, and three teenage girls were walking home from Haddonfield High.

They had sightings of a… a ghostlike figure creeping right through our town.

A man in a white mask.

Or was it more than a man?

He was watching them.

Before the night was over, three people would be murdered.

And in the house next door, there was a babysitter and a young boy and a young girl, and they were brutally attacked by this stalker who had a power beyond any mortal man.

My name is Tommy Doyle.

And I was that young boy.

So, please, join me in commemorating the victims and the survivors of Michael Myers.

(whistling, whooping)

Thank you.

Now, we have, uh, the lovely Miss Lindsey Wallace.

Her babysitter, Annie Brackett, was executed that night.

(muffled scream)

TOMMY: And we have Miss Marion Chambers.

She survived an assault.

(screams)

We have Lonnie Elam.

Lonnie survived a face-to-face encounter.

Help!

It’s Halloween night in Haddonfield.

When terror’s supposed to be fun.

When we hide behind masks and we pretend we aren’t what we are.

Is he real?

Who knows?

Who’s next?

Maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow, but the Boogeyman is coming for me.

And he’s coming for you.

But he’s not gonna get us.

Not this time.

Because we will never succumb to fear.

This is for you, Laurie.

(cheering, applause)

Wherever you are.

KAREN: We’re almost at the hospital, Mom.

Take deep breaths. Deep breaths.

We’re almost there. We’re almost at the hospital.

You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.

It’s good. It’s good.

It’s okay. It’s okay.

(sirens whoop, horn drones)

LAURIE: No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no!

No!

Oh, let it burn!

No!

Let it burn!

MAN (over radio): Copy that. Utilities are being shut down.

BENTON: We got a gas-fed fire in here.

(over radio): Ten-four. Stand by.

Copy.

(over radio): Assignment complete.

Utilities are disengaged.

Copy.

Eyes on the roof.

Watch out.

With you. Let’s move. All right, let’s go.

(over radio): Command Ladder 13, do you copy?

(firefighter shouting indistinctly)

(screams)

(gasping, coughing)

(alarm whooping)

Mayday. Mayday.

(coughing)

(over radio): Radio silence. We have a Mayday alert.

This is Benton with Engine Eight.

There’s been a structural collapse.

My air supply has been compromised.

PASS alarm has been activated.

(coughs) Oh, shit.

(over radio): Come in, Engine 13.

BENTON: Oh. There’s someone else down here!

(over radio): Do you copy?

(Benton screams)

(over radio): Central, we have a firefighter down.

All right, team one, commence rescue.

Benton?

Benton, my hand’s here!

Take my hand!

Take my hand now!

(over radio): Mayday event. Send in rescue team now.

Grab my hand!

(screaming)

The fuck is that?

♪ ♪

(breathing heavily)

♪ ♪

(firefighter grunts, groans)

(pained yelling)

(screaming)

KAREN: Mom, can you hear us?

EMT: All right.

She was stabbed in the abdomen.

EMT: Activate the trauma team. We got an unconscious female with an abdominal injury.

KAREN: Can you hear me, Mom?

EMT: Possibly penetrating, multiple contusions.

KAREN: Mom, can you hear me?

She’s losing a lot of blood.

Ma’am, can you tell me your name?

Allyson, wait here, honey.

Ma’am, can you tell me your name?

(panting): Um, uh, that’s… that’s my mom.

It’s Laurie Strode.

Strode. She was attacked.

Laurie.

KAREN: She’s, uh… she’s my mom.

Sh-She’s been attacked. She has probably…

Ma’am, I-I think you should really let a nurse look at you.

I’m fine.

(shuddering): I’m fine.

It’s not my blood.

Okay? It’s not my blood.

♪ ♪

(trembling breaths)

(whimpers softly)

(indistinct chatter)

(muffled sobbing)

DOCTOR (muffled): We’ll close up the fascia, and, uh, we’ll loosely staple the, uh, skin so it doesn’t get infected.

(chatter continues indistinctly)

She’s lost a good bit of blood, but it’s all controllable.

I think she’ll be fine.

Get her to the floor, into the ICU tonight.

The internal organ will be repaired, and so there shouldn’t be any long-term damage.

Her only concern will be her abdominal wall will be very sore from the knife wound and from our midline incision here.

KAREN: Thank you for everything.

Honey.

Hey.

She’s gonna be okay.

She’s gonna be okay.

(both sighing)

Dad’s gone.

He’ll always be with us.

Even if we can’t see him.

(siren blaring)

(siren fades in distance)

WOMAN (on TV): No, I’m not afraid to go.

I just don’t feel like it.

Besides, I sort of promised my father we-we were going to the movies.

I don’t hear no more fire trucks.

Goddamn sleep apnea mask smells like Lucky Strikes from when your mother borrowed it.

I smell it, too.

But that stink ain’t cigarettes.

That’s Laurie Strode’s house on fire.

Well, from-from upstairs, it looks like they put it out.

But that nut bag lives a highly flammable lifestyle.

Better not talk no shit about that woman.

She will fuck you up.

PHIL: How about you and I snack on some Cheez-Its and try a little Beaujolais nouveau?

Cheap piece of shit. (sighs)

You don’t know how to fly that thing.

Give me that controller.

Here, I got you.

(motor sputtering)

The fuck was that?

Somebody in there?

(clattering)

Hey!

SONDRA (whispers): You see anything?

(screams)

Hey, Sondra. Sondra.

There’s a big fella in our bathroom, and he’s wearing a monster mask.

Well, what the fuck does he want?

Who gives a shit? Call the cops!

(screams)

(grunting)

(screaming)

(Phil screaming)

PHIL: Run, Sondra! Run!

(Sondra screams)

(sobbing)

(sobbing): No.

Please no.

(Sondra screams, sobs)

Fuck…

(screams)

(strained gasping)

(Sondra coughs)

(strained gasping)

(body thuds)

PHIL: Sondra!

(glass shatters)

(Phil whimpering)

Sondra!

(gasping)

Sondra!

(body squeaking on floor)

(Phil groaning)

Sondra!

(thudding)

(Phil grunts)

(footsteps)

(blade scrapes)

♪ ♪

(blade scrapes)

(Sondra whimpers)

(grunts weakly)

(blade scrapes)

(knife thuds)

(Sondra gasps weakly)

(applause)

(audience laughing)

♪ I think I’ll break off with my girlfriend ♪

♪ Her antics are queer, I’ll admit ♪

♪ Each time I say, “Darling, I love you” ♪

♪ She tells me that I’m full of sh… ♪

♪ Shaving cream ♪

♪ Be nice and clean… ♪

(laughter)

Hey. I, uh, heard your speech up there, man.

Like, everybody knows that story, everybody is terrified of that Boogeyman shit, and I had no idea.

No, I appreciate it.

Yeah. Hey, man, let me… let me buy you guys a round.

Drink? Drink? Yeah.

Appreciate it, man. Thank you.

Sorry about that earlier, too.

No, no, no, it’s fine.

It’s fine. We’re all good here.

Hey, let me see that.

MARION: I’m a nurse.

MARCUS: Oh, okay.

Is he a real doctor? (chuckles)

Oh. Thank you. Cheers, Tommy.

Cheers.

LINDSEY: Yeah.

MARION: Let me check you out.

♪ I stepped in a big pile of shit, shit, shit, shit ♪

(laughter)

♪ Be nice and clean ♪

(cell phone buzzing)

♪ Shave every day ♪

♪ And you’ll always look keen… ♪

Hey there, Bonnie.

You and Clyde need a ride?

CAMERON: Dad, I need you to come pick me up.

I’m, uh… I’m-I’m at the park near school, and, uh, a police officer was attacked.

And, uh…

Where-where are you?

(indistinct radio chatter)

♪ ♪

EMT: Keep applying pressure to external hemorrhage.

EMT 2: How’s that pulse?

I’ve been having a bar about 50 years.

50 years?

And you started with your granddaddy, right?

Yeah, my grandpa who started the business.

That’s my grandpa’s picture up here. Yeah, I got… I got my bat up here. Huckleberry.

Old Huckleberry.

Baseball bat. Excellent.

Oh, if he come back today, we gonna… we got something for him.

That’s right.

LINDSEY: To Brian. To Brian.

Yeah.

TOMMY: To Brian.

LINDSEY: To Brian.

VANESSA: Thank you. Yes.

All right, then.

I knew we came to the right place.

Hey, guys. Cameron’s in trouble.

Lonnie, what’s wrong?

Oh, my God.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Got a goddamn massacre on our hands.

Graham!

Yes, sir.

Establish a perimeter.

Copy that.

Motherfucker!

GRAHAM (over speaker): Attention, all responders.

Be advised, we have a violent criminal at large, armed and dangerous.

We will deploy all units of frontline and tactical officers to search the area.

This fugitive is on foot.

His name is Michael Myers.

Go get him.

♪ Julia Butterfly ♪

♪ Lived in a tree ♪

(cell phones chiming)

(phones continue chiming, ringing)

♪ Over two years in a bucket ♪

♪ She pooped and she peed… ♪

Oh, my God.

WOMAN: Hey, turn it up.

MARION: Tommy, look. Hey, turn it up.

REPORTER: …service station earlier today.

This evening, four bodies were discovered in three homes along the same residential street.

Residents of North Haddonfield are on high alert.

Officials are investigating.

MARION: What’s gonna stop him?

REPORTER: Less than an hour ago, Haddonfield authorities positively identified…

That’s our street.

…several more victims in this South Bastick neighborhood.

MARCUS: That reporter is right outside Mrs. Dewbottom’s house.

That’s right next door to our house.

REPORTER: …two patients of the local Smith’s Grove State Hospital unaccounted for after yesterday’s transport bus escape.

Authorities have not confirmed a connection between those two events, but police are encouraging all residents to remain inside until further information is released.

Tonight’s tragedy an eerie reminder of an event in Haddonfield history this community has spent decades trying to forget.

But police now believe that more people…

I-I remember him from 40 years ago.

I was laying in my bed, and he… he stabbed… he… he killed her.

That’s-that’s Julian. That’s that…

That’s that little asshole kid from across the street.

And she was my number-one main best babysitter.

Yeah, we’re gonna go, all right?

Uh, hey, thanks, man.

Um, it was nice meeting you guys, but we got to go.

MARION: Be careful.

BRIAN: Oh, y’all be careful, now.

What the hell is happening?

It’s Michael. It’s got to be.

WOMAN (on TV): I’ve lived here my whole life.

This was a safe place, and now it’s not anymore.

Shit. I forgot my stethoscope.

Come on, baby, we got to get home.

I bet that lady still has it. Hey, I’ll be right back.

(scoffs)

(alarm beeps, lock clicks)

(keys jingling)

(screams)

What?

(whimpers, screams)

What’s wrong?

(whimpers)

Baby. Baby, baby.

What? What? What’s wrong?

He’s in the car.

What?

He’s in the car.

Who? What?

He’s in the back seat.

Michael Myers is in the back seat. Go look.

Go look? Hell no!

(grunts)

What’s wrong with you?

♪ ♪

Somebody help me. He’s here.

He’s in the back seat of my car.

I saw him when I went to go get in.

It’s the same guy you were talking about… the one that that was on TV.

(patrons murmuring)

LINDSEY: Tommy, what are you doing?

That nasty snatcher’s in my parking lot?

TOMMY: Yes, sir.

Love lives today.

But evil dies tonight.

BRIAN: Tommy Doyle’s gonna fuck him up.

MARCUS: He’s right there, in my car.

He, uh… he got out of the car and got into the front of the car.

I saw him. He looked right at me.

♪ ♪

(car engine starts)

MARION: Is it him?

He’s watching us.

I got this.

LINDSEY: Tommy, be careful.

(over car radio): ♪ Figaro, Figaro ♪

♪ Figaro, Figaro, Figaro ♪

♪ Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, Figaro ♪

♪ Figaro… ♪

♪ Ahimè, ahimè ♪

♪ Che furia ♪

♪ Ahimè, che folla… ♪

(cycling through radio stations)

Michael.

Wake up.

(onlookers gasping)

LINDSEY: Oh, my God.

Tommy, careful!

MARCUS: Oh, no!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa!

(onlookers shouting, gasping)

(tires squealing)

BRIAN: Damn. What in the hell’s going on?

(car speeding away)

(crash)

(over car radio): ♪ Play guitar ♪

(electrical crackling)

♪ Then when we came down… ♪

(group murmuring)

MARCUS: Fuck!

Come on, come on.

MARCUS: Look at my damn car.

ANNOUNCER (over radio): WURG 94.9.

LINDSEY: Tommy, careful!

ANNOUNCER: Giving you the urge with Willie the Kid.

Haddonfield’s home for rock.

He thinks he can come around here and scare us?

(man grunts)

(crowd murmuring)

(groans)

I’m gonna rip his mask off, look him in the eye, swing Old Huckleberry here and say night night.

(panting)

Night night.

(crickets chirping)

(dog barking in distance)

(“It’s Halloween” by Pete Antell playing)

(singing along): ♪ The goblins will get you ♪

♪ If you don’t watch out ♪

♪ They’ll take you and shake you until you shout ♪

♪ Stop, look and listen ♪

♪ It’s Halloween… ♪

(song continues in other room)

Mmm.

Hey, Big John.

Hey, Big John!

♪ There’s witches and broomsticks ♪

♪ And big black hats ♪

♪ Stirrin’ up their potions in big black vats… ♪

Could you turn that down?

Christ, Little John.

I thought we were gonna watch a movie.

No.

(lowers music volume)

Fuck that.

It’s Halloween.

Pulled some old spooky records.

Want to get high and dance?

It’s tempting.

(doorbell rings)

Little late for trick-or-treaters.

Argh, matey.

Me and my sister were trick-or-treating, and, uh, we got candy bars from your house, and when she bit into it, there was a rusty razor blade.

Wha… All right. Calm down, calm down.

Now, where is she?

She’s right, um… there.

(Little John gasps)

Big John!

Big John, come quick!

BIG JOHN: What, what, what, what?

What’s happened?

She’s bleeding.

She swallowed a razor blade. She’s still alive.

Call 911.

Can you help her?

Oh.

She bit her tongue off.

She’s bleeding to death.

Okay, there’s the blade.

It’s in the barf.

(door slams)

(gasps)

BIG JOHN: The fuck was that?

Did someone just go in our house?

(quiet footsteps, rustling)

Oh, my God.

What is it? What?

Are you okay?

Boo!

Aah! Jesus!

We scared you!

(laughing)

I got it!

You think this is funny, huh?

We got you good.

I stole the whole damn bowl.

(laughing)

You don’t know who you’re messing with, do you?

Take it easy, Big John.

They’re too young to know.

Too young to know what?

Do you have any idea whose house this was?

No.

You ever hear of Michael fucking Myers?

And do you know what happens to people who come into the Myers home without an invitation?

We’re not even scared.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

He stabbed his sister in the tits.

MINDY: Yuck.

Right upstairs.

And sometimes, when the wind blows just right, we can still hear her ghost calling out his name.

Oh, sh-she calls.

Mm-hmm.

(whispers): Michael.

BOTH (singsongy): Michael…

Get out of my yard, you little perverts!

(kids screaming)

(Little John yells)

(Big John chuckling)

(dogs barking in distance)

CHRISTY: Wh-What was that?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

All right, let’s go. Let’s get him into code room three.

What have we got here?

Internal bleeding, lacerations, but he’s gonna make it.

Call Respiratory for a ventilator.

Officer Hawkins.

Go. Go, go, go.

Make sure trauma two is prepped.

And I need help getting him on the table.

Allyson. Allyson.

Hey. Can I speak with you?

Ask you a few questions?

(indistinct announcement over P.A.)

I was always told that I couldn’t… I couldn’t talk about Michael.

I could never acknowledge the tragedy.

It was as if my mother’s biggest fear was that my grandmother was right and the Boogeyman was real.

KAREN: For 40 years, he was waiting to come and kill my mother.

He found where she lived.

He came to her house.

She put us in his path.

He murdered my husband.

That’s what happened.

GRAHAM: Well, so how did Michael know?

How did he know how to find your grandmother?

He didn’t.

It was his doctor.

Michael’s doctor.

He is the one that…

He took him there. He knew where to go.

And he’s the one that brought them together.

It was his obsession, not Michael’s.

KAREN: But we got him.

Shot him in the face, burned him alive so he can’t hurt anyone ever again.

(inhales deeply)

I’m sorry, Karen.

Thank you.

No one told you?

Told me what?

Michael Myers is alive.

What?!

Allyson, Allyson! Allyson, are you okay?

(stammers) Oh, sorry.

MAN: Slow down.

Allyson, please wait.

ALLYSON: Excuse me. Excuse me.

I’m so sorry. I just want to help in any way I can, okay?

He’s still alive.

We’re going after him.

Me, my dad, you, if you want to come.

We’re joining Tommy Doyle.

(shuddering)

KAREN: You need to get everybody here now.

If he is alive, he is on his way here.

Mom.

Honey, I want you to go and sit in Grandmother’s room and wait there until she wakes up, okay?

No.

No, no, no. She-she’s coming with us.

We’re joining Tommy Doyle.

She what?

I don’t know if you’ve heard, but they’ve…

No, the police officers should be on their way here right now.

Tommy’s organizing groups, groups of people that care.

We’re gonna go after him. We’re gonna find Michael.

I’m going with them. We’re gonna hunt him down, and we’re gonna put an end to this.

CAMERON: Yeah.

No, he is on his way here. I keep telling them that.

He is stalking her, and we are staying here to protect her.

He’s infected your family, he’s infected my family with grief and fear for 40 years.

He’s gonna die tonight.

He killed Dad.

EMT: Clear the hallway! You have to move!

WOMAN: Excuse me! My husband, he’s been very badly hurt!

(groaning)

Clear the hallway, people.

Go back to the waiting area.

Go back to the waiting room. Clear the hallway.

I’m not gonna pretend this didn’t happen.

I love Dad, and somebody loves whoever is laying under those sheets right now.

Look. Look at me. We failed, baby.

We set a trap, we set the whole thing on fire, and he lived through it. Think about that.

The police are out there looking for him.

You think you’re the one that’s gonna find him?

Sit in that room and wait with your grandmother.

Now!

(trembling breaths)

♪ ♪

Does the hospital have security guards?

Do you have security guards?

It seems like you should have security guards in case something like this happens.

And this is happening right now.

I mean, my daughter is in here, my mother is in here, there is a madman on the loose…

KAREN: Oh! Oh, God!

(screaming)

LAURIE: Goodbye, Michael.

♪ ♪

This is for you, whenever you need it.

(quiet chatter)

She’s here. She’s here. We found her. Laurie’s here.

She’s in recovery.

It’s lucky she survived.

I just heard from one of the police officers at her compound.

11 dead bodies. They’re all first responders.

Holy shit. Cameron’s in there.

Three of his friends were killed.

It’s a madhouse.

All right, Lonnie, listen.

The only way we’re gonna stop this is if we all come together on this.

You’re goddamn right.

All right. All right.

All right?

LONNIE: How about this sassy tackle?

You have a permit for all these?

Some of ’em.

CAMERON: Dad.

LONNIE: Hey, hey.

Where’s your girlfriend?

Uh, she’s okay.

She’s gonna stay with her family.

Good for her.

Hey, Mr. Doyle.

Hey, buddy.

Lonnie, check it out.

(vehicle approaching)

LONNIE: You guys are coming, too?

Couldn’t let you have all the fun.

MARCUS: So many victims in our neighborhood.

Close friends of ours, and we just want to help out.

I’m a doctor. My husband’s a nurse.

I should’ve guessed.

All right, we have to give all these people protection.

You got to share your shit, Lonnie.

All right.

CAMERON: You coming with us?

Let’s see what you got.

LONNIE: Yeah, just help yourself.

Michael Myers has haunted this town for 40 years.

Tonight, we hunt him down.

♪ ♪

(engine roars, tires squeal)

Excuse me. I need some good people.

People who aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty.

Everybody else needs to go home.

CAMERON: So, what do we do if we find him?

ALLYSON: Go inside. Go inside.

It’s not safe to be out. Go.

It’s not safe to be out.

Man, I had an altercation with Myers about an hour ago, but he escaped.

Now, listen, boys, there’s strength in numbers.

You cover Spring Creek to the bypass, and then let me know if you see anything.

This man is a threat, and we need to stop him tonight!

Nobody ever took him seriously.

Who?

Dr. Loomis, Michael’s first doctor.

He knew a killer when he saw one.

TOMMY: Now, the only way to catch him is to play by his own game… the element of surprise.

So he thinks you’re going one place, then you pop up someplace else.

And keep your eyes open.

Eyes open.

(engine starts)

Wait, what’s going on over there?

MARCUS: Baby, who is that?

VANESSA: Looks like kids.

They all alone?

LINDSEY: Marion, give me the flashlight.

It’s the wrong night to be out.

Careful, Lindsey.

Lindsey, I wouldn’t go…

Stay here.

(swing creaking)

Never fired a gun before.

Right, so I don’t even know why they gave you a gun.

It’s big, too. Can you handle it?

(Marcus sighs)

That’s a no.

Give me, give me. I shot this shit before.

MARCUS: Okay. If you want it.

VANESSA: I got it.

MARCUS: Okay. Fine.

Hey.

What are you guys doing out here?

It’s Halloween. We’ve been trick-or-treating.

We got a whole bag of candy.

You guys should not be out here right now, okay? It’s not safe.

You gonna kill me?

CHRISTY (laughing): No.

Satan, not today.

Oh, I’m so scared.

Are you guys alone?

Where are your parents?

CHRISTY: No.

No, we’re waiting for our friend.

And, like, there’s a creepy man in a white mask, and he keeps, like, trying to play hide-and-seek with us, and he thinks… (laughs)

And I think he’s a pervert.

Where did you see him?

He’s just hiding behind trees.

And he pops out like, “Peekaboo!”

I mean, we’re not three years old.

Come on, man!

Oh, look, there he is.

Oh, hello!

Hello.

MINDY (laughs): What the hell are you doing?

(Christy laughing)

MINDY: You want some candy?

Is that Dennis’s mask?

Run. Go home now.

Before he kills us all! Get out of here!

Run! Do not turn around!

Keep going home!

Oh, my God.

VANESSA: What if someone is disabled?

Like, that doesn’t make any sense…

MARCUS: Yeah, but…

(whimpers)

What the hell is that?

What the fuck?

It’s Michael.

(thumping)

(gasping)

(all screaming)

Fuck this bullshit! Drive!

VANESSA: Go! Go!

VANESSA: Drive the fucking…

(all screaming)

God!

(lock clicks)

(frantic chatter)

No, whoa! Jesus, Marion.

Marion, watch it!

Marion, the door’s locked!

I don’t want to die in here!

Unlock the door!

Unlock the door!

Oh!

Come on!

Let me out of here!

Move! He’s behind you!

The door’s locked, Marion.

Move!

(screams)

(yells)

(screaming)

(groaning)

Go, go!

Vanessa, go!

Get out of the fucking car!

I love you, baby!

(Marion screaming)

No! (groans)

(screaming)

Let go of her!

Okay, come on. We got to go. We got to go.

Oh, God.

MARION (whimpers): No.

MARCUS: Shoot him! Shoot him, Marion!

MARION: Hey, Michael.

This is for Dr. Loomis.

(gun clicking)

(whimpering)

Oh, God. No!

MARCUS: Marion!

(grunting)

Come on. Die.

Die, die, die!

(gasping weakly)

(groans)

(wheezing)

(breathing deeply)

(gunshots)

♪ ♪

(grunts)

(yelps, grunts)

(choking)

(panting)

(whimpering)

(breathing deeply)

(panting quietly)

(muffled whimper)

(sobs softly)

(muffled, gasping breaths)

(footsteps receding)

(Laurie groans, coughs)

Mom. Oh, God. No, wait.

Stop, stop, please. Take it easy. Take it easy.

I’m fine.

You’re not fine.

You had a knife in your fucking stomach.

It’s a paper cut.

Where’s Allyson?

She was supposed to be in here, with you.

You didn’t see her?

(groans) Nah…

I’m so geeked out on pain meds, kiddo.

Uh, uh, no.

Is everything okay?

She probably just needed some fresh air.

My God, they just leave your bloody shirt just sitting here?

Karen.

Karen.

Michael’s gone.

We got him.

That’s right. We got him.

We burned him to the goddamn ground.

(door opens)

NURSE: Excuse us.

Pardon.

Uh, over here.

Frank?

EMT: Go a little further back.

NURSE: Okay. Okay.

Got the draw sheet?

Yeah.

EMT: One, two…

(thudding)

(grunting): There you go.

NURSE: Okay.

You knew my dad?

Yeah, I knew Ray.

He used to sell me peyote.

I remember once we were out on Lake Cherokee in this canoe with a shaman from Little Rock.

(laughing): Your-your daddy got freaked out by his own reflection.

He took off his pants, and he jumped in.

(laughing)

I stopped doing drugs with him, but I’ll-I’ll miss him.

CAMERON: Dad.

LONNIE: What? It’s true.

No, no, no. Dad, look, right there.

You see that? That’s Tommy.

LONNIE: Yeah.

CAMERON: Whose car is that?

LONNIE: Lindsey’s. Shit.

Lindsey’s car.

It’s covered in blood. There’s no bodies.

It’s Michael.

He’s here.

Come on, I need you guys. Come on.

TOMMY: Be careful now, all right?

Keep your heads up, eyes open.

CAMERON: Okay. Let’s go, let’s go.

TOMMY: Lindsey!

CAMERON: Okay.

TOMMY: Just be safe, okay?

ALLYSON: You, too. Lindsey!

CAMERON: Lindsey!

TOMMY: Lindsey!

ALLYSON: Marion!

LONNIE: Marion!

You guys be careful, okay?

Keep your heads up.

Oh, shit, Tommy.

Oh, fuck.

(Tommy and Lonnie gasp)

Oh, God.

Fuck me.

Yo, Dad, Dad. What’s over there?

We found something.

Oh, God.

Oh, I’m sorry.

That’s Marion, Lonnie.

He did this.

(crying): Oh, God, Marion.

Tommy, what the fuck?

I’m gonna get you.

Come and get it, man.

(whimpering nearby)

Over here.

She’s over here.

LINDSEY (crying): I saw his face.

I saw everything.

He’s still out there.

She’s lucky to be alive.

I saw him.

TOMMY: You saw his face?

LINDSEY: He’s still out there, Tommy.

LONNIE: You’ll be okay, Lindsey.

You’re gonna be okay.

LINDSEY: He’s still out there.

Frank.

Frank, are you awake?

Do you remember that night?

At the bar?

You know, I-I never said anything, ’cause I couldn’t be sure.

I was so messed up.

But you helped me.

I always liked you.

♪ ♪

You so crazy.

(Laurie sighs)

Fuck you.

(chuckles)

Hi.

Hi.

I remember that night.

Yeah.

I kissed you.

Yeah.

I remember.

You held my hand.

That was it.

Now, I was hoping for more.

But I knew you were sweet for…

(groans softly)

Ben Tramer.

(Hawkins groans)

Frank.

We got him.

We killed Michael.

You ki…

Well, it’s about time.

(laughs) Ow.

Ow. Don’t make me laugh.

(door opens)

NURSE: Oh, good. You’re awake.

(Hawkins groans)

Now, on a scale from one to ten, what is your pain level, with ten being the worst?

Number 11.

NURSE: This will make the pain go away.

(groans)

Laurie.

Nurse, will you do me a favor?

Help out my friend here.

Make it a double.

TOMMY: You stood up to that monster.

LINDSEY: I tried, Tommy.

You know, when we were kids, we used to all dare each other to sneak into the old Myers house.

(Tommy chuckles softly)

Lonnie was the only one brave enough to do it.

LONNIE: I lied.

I never made it inside.

When they arrested Michael that night, I was telling my wife that my daughter was killed, so I wasn’t there to put a bullet in his brain, like we should have. This is no time for prudence.

How’m I supposed to know if my brother’s alive or not?

I-I don’t know.

I’ve been waiting here for over an hour.

Who the hell’s in charge here?

Authorized medical and security personnel only.

There’s not enough medical or security help.

He’s going to kill everybody!

You need to relax.

We’ve requested backup officers and medical staff from Russellville and Eaton County for support, but no confirmation.

We can’t handle this scope a crime scene.

My son. My son Oscar, is he here?

Uh, I got a call.

I’m his mother. Is he alive?

I have no idea, but triage expansion just opened up.

I’m gonna have you sign in right here.

It’s spelled B-E-R-L-U-C-C-H-I.

TOMMY: Clear the hallway, please.

Somebody help!

Please, emergency.

Take her to the emergency room, please.

You’re gonna be okay, Linds.

He’s still out there, Tommy.

Be careful.

TOMMY: Karen.

How are you doing? How’s your mom?

How’s Laurie? Is she okay?

Where’s my daughter?

She’s okay. She’s fine.

She’s with Lonnie and Cameron.

No, no, but he’s coming here.

She’s not supposed to be with them.

He’s coming here? How do you know that?

All right, secure a perimeter. Hospital’s on lockdown.

All right, listen, folks. Listen!

(clamoring)

Folks, please.

The Boogeyman is at large.

(clamoring quiets)

He’s got no choice but to emerge.

He is an apex predator.

When he surfaces, there will be no pause.

There will be no empathy.

This ends when Michael is dead!

Michael Myers will be executed tonight, and it will not go without witness!

We need all of you.

Evil dies tonight!

(shouts of assent)

Evil dies tonight!

All right, everybody, calm down.

The Sheriff’s Department has this…

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Sheriff, we will not calm down.

We have watched your department fail… fail tonight!

WOMAN: Tommy’s right!

This is Haddonfield.

This is our town.

He killed my daughter 40 years ago and desecrated her body.

Evil dies tonight.

BARKER: Goddamn it, Brackett!

I am the law, not you.

MAN: Fuck off, Barker.

Jonesy, get over there!

Robin, I need you up there.

(clamoring)

I need you over here. You two…

(groans)

TOMMY: Laurie!

KAREN: Tommy, you can’t go in there!

Tommy?

Tommy, you can’t go in there!

Laurie. Laurie.

KAREN: Tommy!

Tommy.

Laurie. He killed Marion.

Tommy.

And he attacked Lindsey, too.

What? Karen.

We didn’t know for sure. I didn’t know what to tell you.

Mom, I just want you to be okay.

Listen, I just want you to know, when he gets here, I’m gonna fucking kill him, because 40 years ago, when I was a kid, you protected me.

Yeah.

So, tonight, I’m gonna protect you. Okay?

Nurse. You know, I appreciate you, but could you get out, please?

Like, get out now!

We had him.

How did he escape?

I don’t know. I don’t know.

TOMMY: What do we do? We don’t have the police support.

We fight.

We always fight.

Go! Find him, Tommy!

Yeah. I will. I will.

LAURIE: I… No. (groans)

Mom, don’t. Don’t.

I need you to listen to me.

You need to listen to me right now, okay?

All right, a lifetime of preparation, and for what?

Ray is dead.

So many people are dead.

We’re not equipped.

Allyson’s run off with crazy Lonnie Elam.

People are losing their minds.

There are authorities who are trained to deal with exactly this kind of… this…

There’s a system.

Well, the system failed.

Now, get the fuck out of my way.

Don’t. No. No.

No, no, no. Get away.

What are you doing?

Karen, no!

Stop right now!

Get away!

I am not gonna let you do this.

No. Mom.

Get out of my way.

Move!

Mom, please, what are you doing?

Do you even know what that is?

(panting)

It makes the pain go away.

(screams)

(syringe drops to floor)

Let him come for me.

No.

Let him take my head as I take his.

No.

Maybe the only way he can die

is if I die, too.

No.

Karen, you and Allyson should not have to keep running because of the darkness that I created, honey.

So you just have to let me go.

Karen, move!

Mom, stop. Stop, Mom.

Listen. Mom.

Stop.

I am not gonna let anything happen to you.

(panting)

We want to get married.

Um…

Uh, I-I guess, uh, right away.

Right away, yeah. Right away.

The waggle dance is how bees communicate.

They share the information where the flower is with the rest of the colony.

They communicate the precise location by shaking their butts.

(chuckles) What is in that honey?

WOMAN (on TV): Hey, Mom, he wants to talk to you.

Hello, Mom. Seymour Moskowitz.

Right. Jewish.

My mom kept bees before she died.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, baby.

(knocking)

And now they’re at the back door.

Halloween’s over, kids!

(knocking)

I’ll handle it.

(turns off TV)

Knock it off!

(crickets chirping)

(knocking)

Well, now they’re at the front door.

(sighs)

Let’s scare the shit out of these kids.

(Big John sighs)

John.

Don’t you know whose house this was?

Huh?

Honey, don’t do anything stupid.

We don’t want to get sued.

I bet those bitches are in the bushes.

Did you lock the back door?

Uh…

I’ll check.

Next time, I’m coming with a pitchfork.

(shudders)

Big John?

Big John?

Yes, Little John?

(whispers): Someone’s in our house.

And it’s not a child.

Fuck that.

I got this knife.

I got this knife.

(slow, heavy footsteps)

(clamoring)

LEIGH: Fuck off, man.

Get out of my face.

Lonnie, where are you?

I’m at the hospital right now.

Yeah, I brought her in to E.R.

(whispers): Is that him?

(whispers): I saw that guy on TV.

Back, back, back.

(indistinct chatter)

You know what I mean?

(clamoring)

I have no answer for you.

Help me.

Help me!

(clamoring continues)

Tommy, what’s happening?

I don’t know.

Who is it?

Um…

Help me!

TOMMY: Who is it? Is it Michael?

Is it him?

I don’t know.

WOMAN: It’s Michael.

MAN: Michael’s here.

WOMAN: He’s not wearing his mask!

TOMMY: It’s Michael.

Michael!

Michael! Stop!

(clamoring)

TOMMY: Stop!

Mom, Mom, you’re not going near him.

I’m gonna go.

No, you’re not.

Block the doorway!

Don’t let him leave!

He’s getting away.

Tommy, get him!

Excuse me.

Evil dies tonight!

(clamoring continues)

(chanting): Evil dies tonight!

KAREN: Come on!

Evil dies tonight! Evil dies tonight!

Evil dies tonight!

Evil dies tonight! Evil dies tonight!

Evil dies tonight!

Evil dies tonight! Evil dies tonight!

♪ ♪

Little John?

LITTLE JOHN: Big John.

Yeah.

Little John?

Big John.

Little John, the study’s clear.

(gasps softly)

(breath trembling)

(gasps)

(shudders, gasps)

(groans)

(knife clatters in other room)

(Big John groaning)

(clattering)

(screams)

Big John!

(body thuds)

(panting)

(crying): Big John.

No.

Big John.

(gasps)

Michael.

You’ve come home.

♪ ♪

LITTLE JOHN: No!

(clamoring)

(panting, whimpering)

LAURIE: No, no, no, that’s not…

That’s not him. It’s not him!

It’s not him? It’s not him!

That’s not Michael!

It’s not him!

It’s not him! It’s not him!

MAN: Get him!

It’s not him!

You fucking sheep, it’s not him!

It’s not him! It’s not him!

Get out of the way!

(grunts, groans)

(Laurie wheezing)

Mom, Mom, Mom!

Mom. Mom.

Mom. Mom!

(groaning)

I got to get you out of here.

Tommy!

MAN: Get back here!

KAREN: Help! Help!

Somebody help me!

(Karen shouting indistinctly)

(Laurie groaning)

KAREN: Mom! Okay.

Okay. Okay, be careful.

(groaning)

I got it, Sheriff.

KAREN: You’re gonna be okay.

KAREN: Come on.

WOMAN: Get him!

LAURIE: It’s not him.

KAREN: I know, Mom.

I got her. I got her. Go, go, go.

It’s… not him.

Your arm.

All right, let’s get her…

They’re after the wrong guy.

Let’s get her into bed.

It’s not him. It’s not Michael.

(clamoring)

Get out of the way!

Okay, Mom. Come on.

We got you.

(door closes)

GRAHAM: All right, gentle. Careful.

Careful. I can handle this.

(groaning)

Be careful of your head.

(panting): Okay. All right.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

All right, look, stay here.

There’s gonna be guards outside the door, all right?

Be careful.

I’m gonna get a nurse to get you all hooked up again, okay?

You be careful.

Hospital staff sightings on the second floor.

(panting)

Please stop!

Please! It’s not Michael!

You don’t know what he looks like!

GRAHAM: We’re in the stairwell. Move!

Watch it, asshole. Karen.

You okay? Here, move over to the side.

To the side with them. Careful, careful.

TOMMY: He’s up there!

Stop! It’s not him!

Get out of my way!

Tommy, stop! Chill out.

Get a grip, Tommy!

MAN: Get the fuck out of the way!

BARKER: Knock it off!

(yelling)

(clamoring)

Tommy!

(screaming)

WOMAN: We’re gonna kill him!

CROWD (chanting in distance): Evil dies tonight!

It’s all happening.

(chant continues)

Michael’s masterpiece.

He created this chaos, but…

I’m the one that brought it all onto Haddonfield.

I could have made all this go away.

It was that night that you were attacked.

It’s not your fault.

It’s mine.

HAWKINS: It was an accident.

I was lost in my own regret.

Did Michael kill again?

HAWKINS: I saw the look in Loomis’s eyes.

All he wanted was more blood.

More death.

And I couldn’t take it.

And then in that moment, all I could think was that inside that monster, there was somebody’s baby boy.

LOOMIS: Purely and simply evil.

(distorted, echoing): No! Don’t!

I could have made all this go away.

It’s not your fault.

It’s mine.

But now I know…

…there’s nothing inside that man but pure evil.

It’s not just Michael.

It’s what he’s done to this town, these people.

Decent people.

You’re a good man, Frank.

You were doing your job.

But now it needs to die.

‘Cause every time somebody’s afraid, the Boogeyman wins.

It needs to die.

And I’m the one that needs to kill it.

(crowd clamoring)

(panting)

(panting)

It’s not you.

I know it’s not you.

I’m not gonna hurt you.

♪ ♪

I know you’re scared.

They’re scared, too.

I’m not gonna let them hurt you.

(panting)

KAREN: Okay.

Okay. I know. I know.

(whimpering)

I’m gonna help you. I’m gonna help you.

Okay, come on. Come on.

(clamoring)

Let go of my hand.

That’s good.

I’m gonna lock these doors.

Okay.

Okay. Lock this behind me.

They’re coming.

They’re coming.

Come on!

(clamoring continues)

(footsteps thundering)

I’m not gonna let them hurt you.

It’s him.

Get him! Get him!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

CROWD: Evil dies tonight!

Evil dies tonight!

(whimpering)

Evil dies tonight!

♪ ♪

Evil dies tonight!

Evil dies tonight! Evil dies tonight!

(muffled): Stop them!

It’s not him?

(groans)

♪ ♪

(clamoring)

(screaming)

TOMMY: Move!

Evil dies tonight!

Evil dies tonight!

(gasping, murmuring)

(chant continues in distance)

WOMAN: Oh, my God.

MAN: He’s dead.

(people gasping)

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

Evil dies tonight!

(murmuring)

♪ ♪

Leigh! Leigh!

LEIGH: No. It’s not him.

It’s not him, Tommy.

He’s always worn a mask. How do we know it’s not him?

How do we know, Leigh?

(Tommy panting)

Now he’s turning us into monsters.

♪ ♪

(quiet chatter)

(camera clicks)

I swear I was just trying to do the right thing.

Look at me.

What I’m thinking is the killer was choking him, Pete went for his gun.

As he pulled it up, it went off.

Give me your gun.

Don’t look at it.

Just be cool and give me your gun.

Take this.

It was an accident.

He shot himself.

Got it?

Just because your intentions are good doesn’t mean things always work out.

I stood in the way.

It was me.

It wasn’t him.

Let me find him, then.

He’s after me.

No, he’s not.

LAURIE: Frank.

(groans)

HAWKINS: He’s not.

It was the doctor that took him to your house tonight.

It wasn’t Michael.

It’s not about you.

Doctor, get back in the car!

No!

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

(grunts)

Mom! Mom!

Help!

He’s a six-year-old boy with the strength of a man and the mind of an animal.

I know. I’ve seen his face.

I looked in his eyes when I took off his mask.

Did you know that when he was a little boy he used to stand in his sister’s bedroom and… stare out the window?

My partner died the night he stood on that same spot.

But for an instant, before his death, he knew.

Maybe he wasn’t looking out.

Maybe he was looking in.

At his reflection.

At himself.

Who knows what makes him kill, what motivates him?

But in his heart, it always seemed to me he wants one thing.

He’s going home.

He went from Laurie’s compound…

Mm-hmm.

…the victims in her neighborhood, to the park, okay?

If you track those locations, that’s a straight line, basically an arrow pointing straight to Lampkin Lane, Michael’s childhood home.

I came face-to-face with this asshole when I was a kid.

He creeps, he kills, he goes home.

Then that’s where we’re going.

LONNIE: Yeah.

♪ ♪

Karen. Karen.

Listen, I’m sorry.

You were right, okay? I’m sorry.

Tommy, you took my daughter to chase a killer, and an innocent man is dead.

Fuck it. None of us are innocent.

Karen, listen. Listen. I fucked up.

I fucked up. I’m sorry.

So, what now?

You’re sorry? You’re just gonna stand here hating yourself?

No.

I got to keep trying.

But if I go down, I’m gonna go down swinging.

I need a car.

I have a car.

♪ ♪

(engine shuts off)

Okay, so the key is we stick together.

No, I’m going in alone.

What?

ALLYSON: Mr. Elam.

You fucking dummy, you brought your kid to the belly of the beast.

Dad, no.

Mr. Elam, with all due respect, you really expect me to sit here while you go inside and confront the man that killed my father?

No, I don’t expect you to.

But I’m asking, Allyson.

For your sake and my son’s.

Okay? Just stay here.

You see anything suspicious, you honk the horn, all right?

But you stay safe.

All right?

I will see you at the finish line, buddy.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(takes deep breath)

(knocks)

(panting quietly)

(creaking)

Okay.

♪ ♪

ALLYSON: This is so fucked up.

(gunshot)

Cameron, let’s go.

Come on.

Go, go, go, go!

(both panting)

ALLYSON: Okay.

(gun cocks)

Dad?

(panting)

(floorboards creaking)

CAMERON (whispers): Allyson.

Over there.

(both panting)

(breathing heavily)

(gasping breaths)

(sighing)

(creaking footsteps)

(“Could I Have This Dance” by Anne Murray plays in distance)

♪ I’ll always remember ♪

♪ The song they were playing ♪

♪ The first time we danced ♪

♪ And I knew ♪

♪ As we swayed to the music ♪

♪ And held to each other ♪

♪ I fell in love with you ♪

♪ Could I have this dance ♪

♪ For the rest of my life? ♪

(Allyson gasping)

♪ Would you be my partner ♪

(shudders, whimpers)

♪ Every night? ♪

♪ When we’re together ♪

(breathing heavily)

♪ It feels so right ♪

♪ Could I have this dance ♪

♪ For the rest of my life? ♪

(shudders)

(panting)

(trembling breaths)

♪ I’ll always remember ♪

♪ That magic moment ♪

♪ When I held you close ♪

♪ To me ♪

(cocks gun)

(trembling breaths)

(floorboards creaking softly)

♪ As we moved together ♪

♪ I knew forever ♪

♪ You’re all I’ll ever need… ♪

(gasps softly, pants)

(shuddering)

(Cameron gasps)

(whimpers): Dad.

(screaming)

Cameron?

(pained grunting)

♪ ♪

(grunts, whimpers)

(yells in pain)

CAMERON: Allyson!

Cameron!

(shudders, grunts)

(knife drops to floor)

(screams)

Cameron!

No!

Cameron! No!

(wheezing)

Cameron!

(groans)

ALLYSON (whimpering): No.

No, no, no, no!

(screams)

No!

Allyson!

No!

(Cameron gasping)

(Allyson sobs)

Come and get me, motherfucker!

Come and get me.

(shuddering)

(groaning weakly)

(Allyson screaming)

(Allyson sobbing)

(Cameron wheezing)

♪ ♪

Leave him alone!

No.

No. No!

(neck snaps)

(sobbing): No!

(Allyson sobbing)

No!

(Allyson grunting)

(whimpers)

Do it. Do it.

Do it!

(screams)

(grunts)

(pitchfork clatters)

(grunts)

(Allyson screams)

(panting)

(trembling): Mom.

(gasps)

Mom.

(gasps)

(Allyson sobbing)

No, Mom.

You want your mask?

Come and get it!

You want to fucking kill someone, take me!

Mom. No, Mom.

I’m an innocent woman, just like your sister was.

It was Halloween night.

She was in her bedroom.

And it was right here.

Your house.

Can’t you feel it?

ALLYSON (whimpering): No. No, Mom.

(Karen gasping)

Mom, no.

Mom!

(panting, whimpering)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Gotcha.

(tires squeal)

LEIGH: Hey, Michael.

It’s Halloween.

Everyone’s entitled to one good scare.

(panting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

MAN: Light him up.

MAN 2: Let’s take him.

(grunting)

(gun fires)

(man screams)

(breathing heavily)

(people grunting)

(all panting)

We got this, Karen.

Go be with your daughter.

(grunts fiercely)

♪ ♪

LAURIE: I always thought Michael Myers was flesh and blood, just like you and me, but a mortal man could not have survived what he’s lived through.

The more he kills, the more he transcends into something else impossible to defeat.

Fear.

People are afraid.

That is the true curse of Michael.

He’ll always be here, won’t he?

Even when we can’t see him.

You can’t defeat it with brute force.

If we only knew then what we know now.

(gun clicking)

(bone cracks)

(screams)

(screams)

LAURIE: It is the essence of evil.

The anchor that divides us.

It is the terror that grows stronger when we try to hide.

(yells)

(pained gasp)

♪ ♪

(gasping weakly)

LAURIE: If they don’t stop him tonight, maybe we’ll find him tomorrow.

Or next Halloween, when the sun sets and someone is alone.

(quiet chatter)

(siren wails)

♪ ♪

You can’t close your eyes and pretend he isn’t there.

LAURIE: Because he is.

(inhales deeply)

(exhales)

(muffled, distorted scream)

♪ ♪

(breathing heavily)

(John Carpenter’s Halloween theme playing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(theme ends)

(“Hunter’s Moon” by Ghost playing)

♪ It’s been a long time coming ♪

♪ I’m coming back for you, my friend ♪

♪ To where we hide as children ♪

♪ I’m coming back for you, my friend ♪

♪ Though my memories are faded, they ♪

♪ Come back to haunt me once again ♪

♪ And though my mind is somewhat jaded now ♪

♪ It’s time for me to strike again ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ It’s a hunter’s moon ♪

♪ Under a headstone, sister ♪

♪ I’m dying to see you, my friend ♪

♪ Like any old cemetery ♪

♪ I’m dying to see you, my friend ♪

♪ Though my memories are faded, they ♪

♪ Come back to haunt me once again ♪

♪ And though my mind is somewhat jaded now ♪

♪ It’s time for me to strike again ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ It’s a hunter’s moon ♪

(indistinct chanting vocal)

♪ ♪

♪ Though my memories are faded, they ♪

♪ Come back to haunt me once again ♪

♪ And though my mind is somewhat jaded now ♪

♪ It’s time for me to strike again ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ It’s a hunter’s moon ♪

♪ Hunter’s moon. ♪

(song ends)

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