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- ( Birds squawking ) - ( metallic squeaking )

( shutter banging )

( wind whistling )

( dog barking )

( thunder crashing )

( car horn honks )

Okay, go on through.

All metal objects into the tray.

Purpose of visit?

A patient pickup and transfer to Smith's Grove.

- You're late. - Yeah, should be on the road.

- Yeah. Hell of a night, huh? - Real charmer.

Yeah. I'll take you down there.

- All right. - I'll be right back.

Okay.

- Yeah. First time here, huh? - Hope it's the last time.

You never get used to the faces. Never.

- ( Man screams ) - Jesus.

Jesus ain't got nothing to do with this place.

Come on.

( Man mumbling )

( grunts )

Yeah. This is where society dumps its worst nightmares.

Guard: Yeah, the one you're picking up,

just thinking about him gives me the willies.

Yeah, a decade ago, Halloween night,

he murdered 16 people, maybe more,

trying to get to his sister.

Nearly got her, too. But his doctor, of all people,

shot him six times.

Then he set him on fire. Both of them nearly burned to death.

Yeah, I'll be glad to see this one gone.

Yes, indeedy.

Welcome to hell.

( Machine beeping )

- Nurse: Doctor? - Doctor: Yes.

Nurse: The transfer personnel are here.

- Doctor: Smith's Grove? - Man: Yes.

I'm Dr. Hoffman, medical administrator.

- Has he been prepped? - Ready to go.

- Who signs for him? - I do.

- Outside. - Check him out.

( Hisses )

Man: I assumed Dr. Loomis would be here.

Michael Myers is still his patient.

If Loomis read memos, he'd be here.

Fortunately, his position is more ceremonial than medical.

And with Myers gone,

my hope is that he'll either transfer, retire...

( paper rips )

or die.

All right. Let's move him.

( Thunder crashes )

- Watch it. - I got this.

I can safely say that Michael Myers is now in your hands.

Yeah, well, I guess you're happy to see him go.

- Locked and loaded. - Now let's roll.

- Night, Doc. - Drive carefully.

Did Hoffman say anything about living relatives?

Yeah. A niece living in his hometown.

( Machine beeping )

Woman: And?

And she's too young to be his legal ward.

So the state owns him? Great.

You know, I still don't understand--

( screams )

No!

( Thunder crashing )

( dog whimpering )

Kiddo. It's 4:00 in the morning.

- I can't sleep. - What is this? Four nights in a row?

You going for a record here?

The seven-year-old insomniac's hall of fame?

- Do you love me, Rachel? - ( groans )

Serious questions tonight. Of course I love you.

- Like a sister? - Jamie, sometimes--

Like a real sister?

We're not really sisters, Jamie.

But that doesn't mean that I love you any less.

Sure, it does.

I know you miss your parents. It hasn't been that long.

It's been 11 months.

Your mother used to babysit me when I was your age.

I'll bet that you didn't know that.

You're lucky. I wish she could do the same for me.

Come on, Jamie. Let's go back to bed.

Come on, Sundae.

Sleep tight.

We'll have French toast for breakfast, okay?

Nighty-night. Come on, Sundae.

( Kisses ) Night-night.

( Thunder crashing )

( door creaks )

( crying )

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

If I should die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul will take.

God bless Mr. and Mrs. Carruthers. God bless Rachel.

God bless Sundae. God bless me.

God bless Mommy and Daddy in heaven.

- Amen. - ( door opens )

( thunder crashing )

( floor creaks )

( door creaking )

( screaming )

Help me! Please! Somebody help me!

Help me! Help me!

( Screaming )

Jamie!

- Oh, dear God. - ( crying )

It's all right, sweetheart.

A bad dream. That's all. Just a nasty old dream.

I've got you. You're safe, see?

It's okay, Jamie. It's okay. It's okay.

Shh. You're gonna be just fine.

It's okay, baby. You're gonna be fine.

( Birds chirping )

- Boy: Yeah! Frankenstein! - Boy #2: Oh, cool.

- Boy: What's yours? - Boy #2: Dracula.

- Boy: What are you? - Boy #2: Oh, no.

- Woman: I forgot your lunch. - Boy #2: We got the same thing.

I better change to another one quick.

- Boy: I know. - Girl: You guys have the same--

- ( phone ringing ) - Damn it. Darlene?

- ( Teakettle whistling ) - ( sighs )

There's a clean one in the laundry room next to your blue slacks.

- Hello? - Honey, this tie's got a spot on it.

I can't wear this today. I've got a 10:30 with Chuck.

Darlene: Hang on, Mrs. Pierce. Not that tie. On the other side.

That's not the only thing you're eating, Rachel.

Mom, I'm on a diet. You want an oinker for a daughter?

- Richard: Found it. - Darlene: Sorry.

Do you suppose Susan could just bring her crutches?

Oh, stupid question. Tell her I hope she feels better.

Susan's mother. She can't babysit tonight.

- Richard: Why not? - Susan broke her ankle last night

at the ice rink.

- Rachel? - Mom, please.

- You'll have to watch Jamie tonight. - Not tonight.

I've got that date with Brady. You know how important that is.

Well, tonight is very important for your father and me.

Can't you find somebody else?

- It's too late. - What am I supposed to tell Brady?

"Sorry, but I've got to babysit my foster sister.

Go and have fun by yourself."

It's not exactly the end of the world, for goodness' sakes.

Sure, it is. I think tonight Brady was ready to make a commitment.

But now my future relationship, my engagement,

my marriage, my children, and your grandchildren

have all been wiped out because I have to babysit.

- Oh, joy. - I'm sorry I ruined everything.

If I wasn't here, you could go out.

- ( Groans ) - Richard: Good job, Rachel.

That little girl needs all the love we can give her right now.

All you can do is think about yourself?

( Knocking on door )

Rachel: Jamie?

( Sighs ) I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it like that.

I can go out with Brady tomorrow night. It's no big deal.

But you wanted to go out tonight. It's my fault you can't.

Well, tonight we're going to do something better.

We're going to go trick-or-treating.

- I don't want to. - It's Halloween.

I mean, don't you want to get dressed up in a really scary costume

and get some candy?

How about this afternoon, I pick you up from school

and we go get ice cream?

- Double scoops? - Double scoops.

Now let's get some breakfast.

Woman over P.A.: Dr. Quinn, call 7-4-0-2.

Dr. Quinn, call 7-4-0-2.

Why wasn't I notified?

- About what? - You know damn well about what.

You let them take it out of here.

For Christ's sake, spare me the speech.

I've listened to it for a decade.

The fact is that Michael Myers was a federal patient

and a federal prisoner. Therefore, he is subject to federal law.

We're not talking about any ordinary prisoner, Hoffman.

We are talking about evil on two legs.

I can see this is useless.

Do you know what today is?

Do you know the date?

Every day I look at myself in the mirror

and every day I remember.

Look at me, Hoffman.

Take a good look.

I don't want anyone to have to live through that night again.

I've said this before, I think you're the one who needs mental help.

( Phone ringing )

Yes? Dr. Hoffman.

Man on phone: There's been an accident.

Police place Michael Myers there.

I see.

I see. Thank you.

Apparently there was an accident

just south of Mill Creek near the brid--

- Loomis? Loomis! - ( door slams )

( police radio chatter )

- Is that it? - Yes.

- When did this happen? - Sometime in the night.

They probably lost the road in the storm and came down the embankment.

- It happens. - An accident?

- Yes, sir. - Do you believe that?

- Why shouldn't I? - How many people in the bus?

Four plus Myers.

How many bodies did you find?

It's hard to tell. They're all chewed up.

Loomis. It's over. Leave it alone.

Police officer: I need some-- I need some bags.

He's gone.

He was here, but he's gone.

Hoffman: Did you find any other bodies?

Police officer: Not yet. There's a lot of ground to cover.

You won't find him. He's done all this.

- Now he's escaped. - You don't know that.

Michael could have been thrown from the bus.

I've seen bodies thrown 50, 60 feet from a crash site.

Even if by some miracle Michael is conscious,

his-- his muscles will be totally useless.

- Give the troopers a chance to search. - ( train whistle blowing )

You're talking about him as if he were a human being.

That part of him died years ago.

Now where are you going?

Haddonfield.

It's a four-hour drive.

You can reach me through the local police.

If you don't find him in four hours,

- I'm sure I will. - ( metal banging )

( country music playing )

Man on radio: And that was Big Billy and the Bush...

( socket wrench whirring )

Hey, Gar. How about a 9/16th socket over here?

( Gasps, groans )

Hey. Hey there.

Hello?

( Wind whistling )

( country music playing on radio )

Hello?

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Hello?

Hello?

( Gasps )

( panting )

Is anybody here?

God in heaven.

Michael?

Why now?

You've waited 10 years.

I knew this day would come.

Don't go to Haddonfield.

If you want another victim, take me,

but leave those people in peace.

Please.

Michael.

God damn you.

( Car door shuts )

Michael!

( Tires screeching )

( school bell rings )

( chatter )

Hey, Jamie. Where's your costume?

Where's your mask, or are you wearing it?

I don't need to wear a stupid costume.

That's because every day is Halloween at Jamie's house.

Right, Jamie? 'Cause your uncle's the bogeyman.

Children: Bogeyman. Bogeyman.

Jamie's uncle's the bogeyman.

How come your mommy didn't make you a costume, Jamie?

How could she? Her mommy's dead.

- Jamie's mommy's a mummy. - Stop it! Okay?

- Stop it! - Children: Jamie's an orphan.

Jamie's an orphan.

- Jamie's an orphan. - Stop it! Please! Stop it!

Jamie's an orphan. Jamie's an orphan.

- Jamie's uncle's the bogeyman. - ( crying )

Jamie's an orphan.

Boy: Every day is Halloween at Jamie's house.

Children: Bogeyman. Bogeyman. Bogeyman.

- Girl: Mommy didn't make you a costume. - Boy: How could she? Her mom is dead.

You're okay. You're okay.

- ( Brakes screeching ) - Jamie?

Jamie, are you okay?

Rachel: You remember Lindsey, don't you?

- Hi, Jamie. - Yeah. Hi.

You ready for some ice cream?

I want to go trick-or-treating like the other kids.

But I thought you didn't want to go trick-or-treating.

You know, Rach, Discount Mart is having a sale on Halloween costumes.

No, Brady's working there till 6:00 today.

I know. Don't you want to talk to him?

- I don't want to look pushy. - You won't look pushy.

Well, I don't want to come on too strong.

A guy hates a girl that comes on too strong.

- Fragile egos and all of that. - You won't come on too strong.

Well, I don't want to seem desperate or anything.

Face it, Rach, you are desperate.

You're just gonna go in and buy a costume for Jamie.

- Perfectly legit. - I don't know.

Lindsey: Well...

do I drop you at the Discount Mart or the Dairy Queen?

- Jamie? - Discount Mart.

Can we get ice cream after?

You bet.

( Rock music playing )

Hey, Wade. Why don't you go ahead and make your move?

Don't rush me, Brady. Timing's got to be primo.

Yeah, well, money talks and bullshit walks. You know what I mean?

Double or nothing you don't ask Kelly out.

Wade: All right, $10. Let's see it.

He's not gonna do it. Chicken.

Don't forget, man. She's Sheriff Meeker's daughter.

Her daddy don't scare me.

- ( Clears throat ) - Fuck off, Wade.

- ( Scoffs ) - ( boys chuckle )

Girl: Hey. Maybe you could come over right now?

Girl #2: Oh, cool. But I have to pick up

some things from the drugstore.

- Boy: Come on, I'll race you. - Boy #2: Okay. My house.

- Lindsey: Call me. - Rachel: Okay. Bye.

Rachel? What are you doing here?

I thought I was supposed to pick you up.

Jamie needs a Halloween costume.

You do? Okay. You go down to aisle eight.

We've got the best costumes in the whole town.

- Come on, Rachel. - In a second.

- We need to talk. - Okay, sure. What about?

It's about tonight.

Rachel! I found the perfect costume! Come see!

- What? - My parents' babysitter canceled.

- So? - So I have to watch Jamie tonight.

( Sighs ) When did you find this out?

- This morning. - You found out this morning?

Why didn't you tell me before? I mean, it's 5:00 now, Rachel.

- Shit. - Don't get angry.

I'm not angry. It's just--

Can I come over after Jamie goes to sleep?

My parents are gonna come home early tonight.

So?

I don't know, Brady.

Okay. I guess I'll call you later.

( Screams )

Jamie, what happened?

- It was the nightmare man. - What?

- He's coming to get me, Rachel. - You're okay.

You probably saw a mask and it scared you.

At least you're not cut. Come on. Let's go home.

- She gonna be okay? - She'll be fine.

( Breathing heavily )

- ( laughing ) - Look. Hey!

Come on, old man. Let's go.

Cheerleaders: Come on! Come on! Hurry up!

- Hurry up! Drive! - Nice limp.

- ( Coughing ) - Girl: Catch ya later.

Man: Get it in gear, old man.

I ain't got till judgment day.

- Thank you. - Anything for a fellow pilgrim.

We're all on a quest.

Sometimes we need help getting where we want to be.

( Sneezes )

Reverend Jackson P. Sayer of Dumont County.

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

- How far are you going, Mr. Sayer? - God's country. Promised land.

Where you heading, Mr., uh...

Loomis. Haddonfield.

Car trouble?

Sort of.

You're hunting it, ain't ya?

Yeah. You're hunting it, all right.

- Just like me. - What are you hunting, Mr. Sayer?

Apocalypse, end of the world, Armageddon.

It's always got a face and a name.

I've been hunting the bastard for 30 years, give or take.

Come close a time or two.

Too damn close.

You can't kill damnation, mister.

It don't die like a man dies.

I know that, Mr. Sayer.

Oh, you're a pilgrim, all right.

I saw it on your face back there in the dust.

I saw it clear as breasts and blue suede shoes.

Would you like a drink?

♪ Yes, we'll gather at the river ♪

♪ The beautiful, beautiful river ♪

♪ Gather with the saints at the river. ♪

( Children laughing )

Girl: Let's go get the light post. Let's go. Come on. Now.

- Light post. Let's go. - ( dog barking )

Girl #2: This is fun.

Whoo! Yeah! This is fun!

Okay, Jamie. We're leaving. Where's Rach?

- I don't know. - Here I am.

Come on, hon.

How do we look?

- You guys always look great. - We'll be at the Fallbrooks'.

The number's next to the phone.

I know and next to that is police, hospital, fire,

and probably the National Guard.

I want you two to have fun tonight. Make sure Jamie's in bed by 9:30.

Rachel: You're going to be late. You don't want to blow your promotion.

Darlene: Don't make fun.

Tonight is the difference between vacations in Bermuda

or spending another two weeks with your grandmother in Cleveland.

- So hurry up. - Jamie: Bye.

- Richard: See ya. - Rachel: Good luck, Dad.

Rachel? Can I go and get my costume on?

- Yeah. Hurry up. - Okay.

( Dialing )

Is Brady there? He's not back from work yet?

Okay. Well, when he comes in, could you tell him

to drop by at about 8:00? I should be home by then.

This is Rachel. Okay. Bye.

Come on, Jamie. You're going to miss all the good candy.

Come on, Jamie.

- Come on, Rachel. - Coming.

- I thought you said you were ready. - I'm ready. I'm ready.

Okay, let's go.

I need to speak with Sheriff Brackett.

Well, then you'll have to travel about 3,000 miles south of here.

- What? - Brackett retired back in '81.

He moved to St. Petersburg.

- Oh, well, who's the new sheriff? - I am.

- Ben Meeker. - Oh, Sheriff Meeker.

- My name is Dr.-- - Loomis.

Folks around here aren't likely to forget your face.

At least not cops.

So what brings you back here after 10 years?

Michael Myers has escaped from Ridgemont.

- He's here in Haddonfield. - That's impossible.

- Michael Myers is an invalid. - He's here, Sheriff.

- Why? - 10 years ago,

he tried to kill Laurie Strode.

Now, he wants her daughter.

Are you talking about Jamie Lloyd?

Wherever she is, that little child is in mortal danger.

Myers has been locked up since before she was born.

- He's never laid eyes on her. - Six bodies, Sheriff!

That's what I've seen between here and Ridgemont!

A filling station in flames!

I tell you Michael Myers is here in this town!

He's here to kill that little girl and anybody who gets in his way!

All right, Pierce. Call the troopers and check his story out.

- Assuming what you say is true-- - It's true, Sheriff.

All right, all right. It is true.

What the hell can we do to avoid a repeat of 10 years ago?

Find this little girl and get her some place safe.

Call the local TV station,

tell them to get people off the streets and behind locked doors.

Pierce: Can't get long distance, Sheriff.

Operator says the lines are down.

- All right. Let's go. - When he makes that call.

All right, Pierce, do it. Let's check on this little girl.

- Jamie: Thanks. - Woman: Okay.

- Jamie, wait for me. - This is great, Rachel. Come on.

( Children yelling )

( knocking on door )

- Trick or treat! - Oh, my. What a cute little clown.

Let's see what I have for you. There you are, sweetheart.

- Both: Thank you. - Woman: You're welcome, hon.

( Sighs ) Had enough?

No way. Halloween's great. Can we stay out all night?

Forget it, kiddo. We're home by 8:00.

Girl: Hey, guys. That's Jamie Carruthers.

- Girl: Hi, Jamie. - That clown costume's really cool.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Boy: Hey. Wanna go with us? - Go ahead.

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

- Girl: Come on. - Girl #2: Come on, you guys.

( Doorbell rings )

All: Trick or treat!

- Hi, Rachel. - Hi.

- Here you go, little monster. - Girl: Thank you.

- You little clown. - Thank you.

- There you go. - Thank you.

Kelly: Trick or treat.

- Bye. - Brady: Rachel.

- Rachel? - Brady.

Just a second.

Rachel? I got an expla-- Rachel, I--

- Girl: Hey, Jamie. Come on with us. - I got an explanation.

- You don't owe me anything, Brady. - Jamie: Okay.

- Girl: Come on! - Rachel: No explanations necessary.

- Jamie: Wait up! - Brady: Could you hold on a second?

Rachel: Just leave me alone and let's forget it.

No, you don't understand.

I mean, you blow off our date at the last minute.

So you hop onto the next best thing?

I thought you were different from other guys.

Oh, I'm different. It's just that--

I just got pissed off. That's all.

Oh, really? Well, I'll just let you get back to Little Miss Hot Panties.

- Rachel! - Jamie?

Kelly: Brady?

Are you coming in or what?

Jamie!

Jamie!

Great, Rachel. Just great.

By order of the sheriff's office,

all citizens of Haddonfield are asked to clear the streets.

Man: I made that payment nine days ago

and I still haven't heard from them bastards.

Everybody shut up a goddamn minute. Shut up!

Reporter: All businesses are asked to close as soon as possible.

What's all that shit about, Earl?

Reporter: Stay tuned to this station for updates.

Ain't like old Ben Meeker to do something like that.

Sure ain't. Martians could land on Ben's doorstep

and all he'd do is spit once and get himself a shotgun.

- Who you calling? - Police station.

I ain't closing down without a good goddamn reason.

- ( Phone ringing ) - Well?

It just rings.

Well, come on. Jackie?

- Watch the register for me, hon. - Jackie: You got it, Earl.

- Something's going down. - Where we going, Earl?

We're going to Ben's. Phone never just rings at a police station,

- no way, no how. - Gonna wake up the sheriff.

- Run it out, come on. - Come in my truck now.

( Whistling )

- Something? - He's been here.

How do you know?

This is starting to spook me, Doc.

At least I'm not alone.

Logan, I want you to stay here in case the family gets back.

- Right here, Ben. - You look sharp, you understand?

No problem, Sheriff.

Hey, you. This is city property.

No trespassing.

What, are you deaf?

Don't try that Halloween shit with me.

All right. I'm on the telephone to the police right now.

Don't you even think about leaving.

( Screaming )

- Boy: Yeah. That was fun! - Boy #2: Boy, that was cool.

- Boy #2: Next one. - Boy: Let's go across the street.

Next house.

Man: Come on, kids. I want you all in the car right now.

Children: Aw!

Man: I said move it! Now get in there.

Jamie!

( Dog barking )

( sighs ) Jamie.

( Birds squawking )

( gravel crunching )

Rachel, is that you?

Is that you?

Jamie?

Jamie?

( Twig snaps )

( sighs ) Jamie?

( Breathing heavily )

Jamie?

Oh, God.

Jamie?

( Dog barking )

Whoever you are, I have a big dog with me and he bites!

Rachel: Jamie!

Where have you been?

Don't ever go off on your own at night again.

Okay? Not ever.

- Meeker: Rachel, Jamie. Thank God. - What's going on?

Get in the car. Come on. Quick.

Is that him? Is that him?!

Yes.

Loomis.

Oh, Christ. Doc.

Dear God.

Hey! Don't shoot!

( laughing )

Man: Oh, that was great! You thought it was me, didn't you?

- Sheriff! - Get home, damn it.

There's a curfew! I catch your ass, it'll be a weekend in jail!

You all right, Doc?

Come on. We'll get to the station, we'll get these kids safe.

- ( Crying ) - It's okay.

Meeker: Station, this is 1 -32. Come in, Pierce.

Come in, Pierce.

( Dial tone beeping )

Oh, Christ.

Wouldn't have given up without a fight.

They didn't know what they were fighting.

How can a man do this, Loomis? Tell me.

It isn't a man.

What is he?

Tell me! What the hell are we dealing with?!

Evil.

Ben, what the Sam Hill is going on?

Go on home, Earl. This is police business.

Man: What the hell did this?

Looks like to me you're out of business. Now I want some answers.

I haven't got the time or the patience to argue with you.

Now go home to your families where you belong!

Man: You forget who's paying your salary, Sheriff.

It was Michael Myers. He's come home to kill.

Let it be, Earl. Let the police handle it.

Like the last time?

How many people killed back then? How many kids?

Man #2: Al here lost his boy 10 years back.

Well, not this time, Ben. I'll handle this my own way.

- We're gonna fry his ass. - ( shotgun cocks )

- Come on. - Let's get him.

You stupid son of a bitch. You just created a lynch mob.

You haven't got a police force!

These men may be the only defense you've got.

- Come on. Let's move it out! - Come on, guys. Let's go.

- Let's hunt this bastard. - God help us.

1 -32, 1 -32. This is 1 -34. Over.

Man on radio: This is 1 -32. Over.

Ben, uh, I just heard about the station.

All right. You get over to my house

and we'll call the state boys from there.

I'll be there in five minutes.

Darlene: Honey, I don't think they're home.

- How do you know they're not home? - Because the lights are all out.

Richard: I told them to be here by 9:00. It's not 9:30 yet.

Darlene: Come on. Let's call the Carters. Come on.

Richard: You call the Carter's.

- Darlene: Kids? - Rachel? Jamie?

- Man: There he is! - ( taps roof )

I seen his face. Right there, Al.

Right there in those bushes.

( Bushes rustling )

Come on.

Shit, Earl. It's Ted Hollister.

You dumb son of a bitch.

You said you saw Myers.

( Moaning )

Let's go upstairs.

No. I think we're doing just fine right here.

- Oh, I think I'm in heaven. - ( giggles )

Oh, Brady. Oh, Brady.

( Car approaching )

- Oh, shit. - Oh, it's my dad!

Your dad? Your dad?!

- God, if he catches us like this... - Oh, shit.

...he's gonna skin you alive for starters.

- What? Oh, boy. - Oh, God.

- Kelly: Come on, come on, come on. - We're going, we're going.

- Where's that deputy? - He'll be here in a minute.

( Door opening )

Rachel, take your sister upstairs. First door on the right.

Kelly: Dad, what's going on?

Kelly, I want you to close and lock all the downstairs windows.

- Why? - Just do it!

- Where's the radio? - Right through the kitchen,

you'll see the basement stairs.

Brady, you know how to use a gun?

Yes, sir.

- Think you can handle that? - Um, yeah.

Do you want to tell me what's happening?

When I have time. You got your riot gun?

- In the trunk of my squad. - Go get it.

Take these.

Okay. You got a hammer and roofing nails.

I want you up in the attic securing it so nobody can get in.

If something's happening, I should just go ahead and call my parents.

Just get up in the attic.

Oh, yeah. I catch you groping my daughter,

I'll use that shotgun on you.

You understand?

- All right, get the outside shutters. - What are we doing?

We're making sure no one can get in here.

Isn't all this a little paranoid?

If you'd seen that police station, you wouldn't even ask.

- ( Knocking on door ) - ( door opens )

- Are you two okay? - We've been better.

- What's going on? - Michael Myers.

- Who's that? - 10 years ago?

Halloween? He's Jamie's uncle.

( Crying ) The kids at school were right.

I'm gonna be outside, upstairs in the attic.

( Crying )

- That's all the windows, Dad. - All right. Good, good.

Logan, I want you right here by the front door. Okay?

This is the dead-bolt key.

( lock clicks )

All right. We're secure.

All right. Now I padlock the back door,

this is the only way in and out of this house.

- You got that? - You got it, Ben.

All right, hon. Why don't you come and make us some coffee?

All right.

Ow, shit!

( Floorboards creaking )

- Hello? - ( metallic squeaking )

Who's there?

( Door squeaks )

( exhales )

Can we go home soon, Rachel?

Real soon, Jamie. Now, shh.

- How's it powered? - Batteries.

I planned a generator for the house next week.

I wish I hadn't have waited.

This is Squawk- 7-9-0-Haddonfield,

broadcasting on the state police emergency frequency.

- Can anyone hear me? - ( static hisses )

Can anyone hear me? Damn it.

( Fire crackling )

( fire crackling )

( chair squeaking )

( teakettle whistling )

( floorboards creaking )

- Everything all right? - Jamie's sleeping.

- When can we go home? - State police will be here soon.

Not long after that. Don't worry.

I'm trying.

It won't be long.

- ( Static hisses ) - I hear someone.

Man on radio: Yeah. This is Frank Butte over in Tuckerville.

You got some kind of emergency? Over.

Meeker: Thank Christ. Yeah. This is Ben Meeker,

sheriff over in Haddonfield.

Our phone and power lines are down,

and we have a killer running loose in the street. Michael Myers.

Man on radio: Is this some kind of Halloween prank?

Meeker: This is no joke.

We need those troopers and we need them now.

Man on radio: All right. I'll get the troopers right away.

Hang on. I'll need some information.

- Not going anywhere, Mr. Butte. - ( static hisses )

Rachel. Is your sister all right?

- She's fine. - Good.

The sheriff's radioed for help. They'll be here soon.

- Hell of a night. - Not over yet.

Where are you going?

The Carruthers' house.

That's where Jamie lives. That's where he'll go.

Leave Myers for the state boys.

The state police won't know how to stop him.

Do you?

Might be nobody knows how to stop him,

but I've got to try.

Are you looking for this?

I didn't know you and Brady had anything, okay?

You knew. You just didn't care.

He's not married.

Besides, I've got a right to do what's best for me.

Don't you mean what you do best?

Wise up to what men want, Rachel.

Or Brady won't be the last man you lose to another woman.

Have some coffee.

Man on radio: Over at Alan Gateway's. Shot Ted Hollister by mistake.

Man #2 on radio: Well, is he dead?

- Man on radio: Yeah, he's dead. - Oh, Christ.

Is Earl Ford out there?

- This is Ben Meeker. - ( static hisses )

- Answer me, damn it. - Sheriff, what is going on out there?

Man on radio: Yeah. I'll swing by with you, get my brother John,

maybe a couple buddies to join you over there.

Now, Rachel, you stay by this radio.

The state boys will send word once they're en route.

When that word comes, you go tell Deputy Logan.

- Okay. - Now you understand?

Uh-huh.

Man #2 on radio: Pick me up in 10 minutes.

We'll find out what's happening.

You know where the hell Earl's at?

Man on radio: Nah, I haven't heard from him. Not in awhile.

I'll be at Alan Gateway's. I doubt I'll be back before the troops get here.

Maybe you oughta wait here until they do.

Hey, I got a town full of beer bellies

running around in the dark with shotguns.

Who's gonna be next?

Somebody's wife? Somebody's kid?

I can't stand by for that.

( Car starts )

( tires screeching )

Rachel?

( Creaking )

( creaking )

I thought you might like some coffee.

Pretty boring out here.

Wish they'd fix the power.

At least we'd have some MTV while we wait for the cavalry.

( Gasps )

( gasps )

Man on radio: Haddonfield, we should have

cars dispatched in five minutes.

ETA 35 minutes. Over.

Uh, okay. Great. We'll be waiting.

Man on radio: 10-4. Over.

- Uh, over and out. - ( static hisses )

( fire crackling )

Deputy Logan?

Deputy?

( Door creaking )

( Rachel screams )

Jamie!

Jamie!

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

What is going on?

- I've got to find Jamie. - No, no.

What we've got to do is get out of here right now.

- Not without Jamie! - Look!

- Do you think she stands a chance? - She's not dead.

No.

- Is there another key? - I don't know.

Get out of the way. Get out of the way.

( Gunshots )

- It's metal. Goddamn it. It's metal. - What does that mean?

We're trapped in this house.

- Jamie. - Oh, Rachel.

Rachel.

- Rachel: Brady! - Get back.

- Rachel: Brady! - No.

Son of a bitch. Shit!

- Brady, come with us! - Brady: Go!

- Rachel: Brady! - Get up there, Rachel!

- Shit. - Rachel: Brady!

- Get up there, Rachel! - Brady, come with us!

- Brady: Go! - No, Brady!

Go!

Shit!

- Rachel, come on! - No, I want to help!

- Brady! - Jamie: Rachel, come on!

( Groans )

( groaning )

( snapping )

Leave us alone! God, leave us alone!

Jamie!

Go! Go!

Get up here. Go! Go!

Rachel.

Jamie, get down. Get down!

Get on my back, Jamie. Get on.

Hold on.

Hang on.

( Groaning )

( screaming )

Grab on, Jamie.

Grab on.

( Jamie screaming )

I want you to get down to the chimney, Jamie.

- I can't! - Well, try, damn it!

- Rachel! - ( screaming )

( whimpering )

I'm gonna lower you down, Jamie. Okay?

- Rachel? - I've got you. Come on.

- Go down now. - Rachel?!

- I've got you, Jamie. - ( whimpering )

I've got you. I've got you.

( Screams )

( screams )

Oh, no.

( Screaming )

( body thuds )

( grunting )

Oh, come alive, Rachel. Please, come alive!

Don't be dead! You can't be dead!

Come alive, Rachel! ( crying )

( screams )

Help! Somebody help me!

Please!

Help me! Please!

Help me! Please!

Somebody help me!

( Crying )

What are you doing out here alone?

Everybody's dead! I just want to go home!

No, no. You can't. I've just been there.

That's the first place he'll look for you.

Where-- where's the schoolhouse?

The schoolhouse. Where is the schoolhouse?

- It's-- it's over there. - Come on.

Come. We'll be safe there.

( Alarm blaring )

- We'll hear some sirens soon. - Then we'll be safe?

- Yeah. - You don't believe that, do you?

No.

Open the door. ( crying )

Please!

Somebody help me!

No!

( Screams )

( crying )

( alarm blaring )

( alarm blaring )

In the school! Pull over, Earl.

Earl: What's going on here? We heard the alarm.

- He's inside! - Jesus! Where?

In the school.

- Man: Let's get this bastard. - Jamie: No! He'll kill you, too!

We have to get out of Haddonfield. The state police are on their way.

- Let them handle it. - I don't know about you, Earl,

but that makes sense to me. Let's get the hell out.

You saw the police station. Let the troopers have him.

- That's what they get paid for. - Screw it. Let's get out of here.

Al.

Okay, everybody, listen up.

I've got Rachel Carruthers and her sister in the truck.

I'm taking them out of town, route 410.

State police are on their way.

- You got that? - Man on radio: Got it, Earl.

Okay, out.

( Sirens blaring )

There's the cavalry.

( Gunshots )

- Coming out of Haddonfield? - Yeah.

Myers is in the elementary school. We're taking these kids to safety.

Okay, there's a highway patrol substation

about four miles down the highway.

You'll see the turnoff signs. Now we've got officers on duty.

- They'll take care of you. - Thanks.

It's gonna be okay.

( Grunting )

( groaning )

( screaming )

( grunts )

( tires screeching )

( screaming )

Jamie!

( Screams )

( tires screeching )

Die, you son of a bitch!

( Sirens blaring )

( panting )

Jamie, I want you to stay right here in the truck.

( Car door opens )

Sheriff Meeker, we killed him, I think.

Calm down, calm down. Are you all right?

- Are you all right?! - Yeah.

- I'm fine. - Where's Jamie?

- Jamie! Get away! - Don't touch him, Jamie.

Get down!

Oh, babies.

( Police radio chatter )

- It's over. - Yes.

Michael Myers is in hell.

Buried. Where he belongs.

These kids aren't likely to forget.

They've survived this ordeal.

They'll survive its memory.

Darlene: I'm going to take Jamie upstairs.

Stay with Rachel. Come on, honey.

( Darlene screaming )

Oh, no.

No!

No!

No! No!

No! No! No!

No!

No. No.

( Orchestral music playing )