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"M2E Releases"

You're not cold or anything, are you? Is everything alright?

Are you taking any medication?

Thank you.

How are you doing, Misora?

Did you rest or sleep last night? -Some. -You do? That's it. I never knew.

So, I thought you don't remember no dreams. -Yes, sir.

Calm down.

But if the treatings are just before you wake up, you would remember those, at time.

Did you know...a little, uh...a little useful information?

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

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

We're here today to interview a patient that spent the last forty years in captivity.

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

Good afternoon. -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 transfered to the new facility.

Glass Hill is far less accomodating. -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.

Michael has been my life's obsession.

I've examined every single casefile written on him.

I was a student of Doctor Loomis before he passed away.

And then, I lobbied the university would be denied. Reassigned to Michael myself.

Any progress?

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

and with each, plenty of different opinions.

Doctor Loomis was the only one to see him in the wild,

and he concluded that 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 transfered to that less than desireable 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 would like to tie your left shoelace.

Mr. Tovoli here, the gentleman with the umbrella

has a fixation for such things. Underestimate no one.

And, uh, step up to the yellow line, --

and no further.

And do not cross the line under any circumstances.

Michael?

Michael.

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

Hello, Michael.

My name is Aaron Korey.

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

I'd like to know more.

About that night.

Of those involved.

Do you ever think about them, Michael?

Feel guilt about their fate?

I've borrowed something from a friend attorney chairman's office, Michael.

You feel it, don't you, Michael?

You feel the mask.

Peekaboo. Peekaboo!

Say something, Michael.

Say something!

You can feel it, can you?

It's a part of you, Michael.

It's a part of you.

Say something.

Say something, Michael!

Say something!

HALLOWEEN

Okay. Well...

Having witnessed the animal in its captive state

and failed to provoke any sort of response.

You know? Trap 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 tethered by their own fear and hatred or none of it.

Could it be that the only...hope of rehabilitation is through confrontation?

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

You might need this.

Dana, journalists don't pay for rent fees.

Smile. They're on camera.

Yes? -Hello, umm...

We're looking for Laurie Strode.

We are, uh, umm... We're... We're...making a podcast and, umm...

We're investigative journalists.

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

How does $3000 sound?

Hello.

May we come in and... and sit down and talk?

So...

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

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

We like to reexamine incidents with an unbiased mense.

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've 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.

And 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?

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 transfering him. -Tommorow, 7 o'clock.

There 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 twelve 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's 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.

Time's up.

I'll accept my payment.

Get out.

If you wanna shit under my sink, I will murder you and your whole family.

I switched from marshmallow puff to peanut butter.

See those little bastards eat that. That oughta kill 'em.

'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.

You made it into the National Honor Society. That is a very big deal.

I just made it into the top of my shop class making bird houses

and a checkerboard made of teak.

We're excited to meet Cameron. -That whole family, though,

had a reputation. -Ray, come on. -Well, it's true, it's a relevant factor. -Ray.

-Ray. -Remember one time Lonnie punched that cop in the face? -Ray.

That was a... Oh! Mother... Oh, man!

I got peanut butter on my penis.

Eww, 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 you gotta drive in their pickup trucks, then 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? -What? -Can you stop?

I gotta clean this peanut butter of my hand.

Did you invite grandmother, like you said you would?

About tonight, you said that you'll... -Oh! -...invite her. -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.

It's Vicky. I gotta go.

Hey, I love you. -Have a good day.

Bye, dad, love you. -Huggy!

So, my mom is a liar. -What happened?

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. Skip all over the creepy Halloween ship. Right?

Has your grandma ever talked about it?

Yes! Pretty much all shocks happened to find that I'm alive.

She's been traumatized ever since.

Wasn't it her brother that, like, cold-blooded mutilated all those teenagers?

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

I mean, that is scary, that of how much of your friends get butchered by some random

crazy person. -Even though because...

All things considered, there's a lot worse stuff that's happening today, and, like...

I mean, what, a couple of people getting killed by one guy with the 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 don't know, I'm just sayin', like, by today's standards...

Hey, 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? -Yeah.

-Alright. -Yeah. Are you serious?

-He's serious. Oh, my God. -He's really gonna blow it.

I'm having such a fucking moron. Oh, my God! -Jesus!

Go, go, go, go! Happy Halloween!

Shit!

Cameron. -I got you. That was a good one. -Yes, that was very good.

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

Bonnie and Clyde must roll as one, afterall.

No, I mean, I have... I'm in more of a restyle tonight.

Tonight?

But I thought you were joking when you said your parents roll without you.

Be nice. -Okay. -Okay? It'll be fun!

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

I'm excited for tonight. -Okay. -Okay.

Oh, you guys are just off.

You know, you're just... You're just two yucky dumpsters that I wanna go dive in.

Come here. -Dude... Dude. -Right here. Right here. A'ight?

Okay. -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. Alright?

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

Umm, about that... -What?

Are we seriously not? You said we were gonna do this whole

Halloween dance together and now... And now, you just... You ditch me.

I mean, you just... You... You can't walk all over town breaking hearts. -OK. Hey! -Alright?

Okay, lovebirds. Later.

Now, let's open our books to Frankl's interpretation.

He said: "Faith took a different course."

"I understand how someone who has nothing left

in this world may still know bliss."

This message is totally helpful.

Even in the most discouraging of conditions,

life can find its meaning and conversely, so can one's suffereing.

Hey...

Can't accept this. -Is 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, --

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

I can live with that.

Say goodbye to Michael and get over it.

Goodbye.

Doctor Samuel Loomis, January 22nd, 1979.

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

My suggestion is termination.

Death is the only solution for Michael.

There is nothing to be gained from keeping evil alive.

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. It needs to die...!

It needs to die!

Don't worry, Michael.

I'll be by your side.

Michael Myers is still my patient until he's in somebody elses care.

I will see my duty as good until the end.

I won't send my DNA away to a stranger... -Why not?

You can find out some pretty interesting things. I found out that I'm part Cherokee.

I guess my dad is, like, 7% Cherokee.

I know Lonnie. I went to high school with him. He used to sell me peyote. -Dad!

Honey. -Yeah? -Dad. -I'm sorry. -Right, umm...

This is a massive overshare for our new friend...

What's up with you kids? I learned a lot about myself with his dad.

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

Okay, so you guys have big plans for tommorow at high school?

What are you doing? Is it a dance or something? -Yeah. -Costumes?

Halloween dance. Yep! Costumes. -What are you going as?

Uhh, well, I don't know if I'm allowed to say. -Please say. -Oh, come on. -Come on!

Uhh, so we're going as Bonnie and Clyde. -Oh, that's a great idea! -Except...

No! Okay, so just Bonnie and Clyde. That's it, Bonnie and Clyde.

Bonnie and Clyde with a twist. Classic.

Yeah, yeah! -I love that. -Nice! -That's so fun!

You know how it ended, right? Their story ended with a twist. -Yes. -Yeah.

With the bullets and the bleeding. -Yeah...

You have a jalopy filled with bullet holes from the "G-Men".

I wish we had one of those... -It was in Laughlin, like a model...

Did you talk to your grandmother?

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. -And you know where she is? -That part... -I'm so sorry.

-I'm so sorry, I... -Oh! Great timing, mom. Hi!

-If I am late, I'm sorry. -Hi, Laurie. -I'm so happy that you came.

Hi! -Hi. -Hi, I'm a... I'm "the grandmother".

Nice meeting you. -I'm Cameron Elam. -And we're here celebrating our daughter.

-Because of her... -Yes, I know. How did it go?

Yes, that looks good on you. You knock 'em with some Honor Society too?

Say, why don't you sit down, momma? -No, I'm good. -Yeah, have a seat.

We could go for a walk... -Did it go great? -Yeah. It went really... It went,, umm...

Hey, mom! -It's fine. -I thought you quit drinking.

Mom, what are you doing? What is this? You know, --

this is exactly why we don't reach out! -Mom!

Look, I'm sorry.

I will sit down. -Okay.

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

Alright, mom...

Sorry. -Mom? -You stop this.

It's over...

I saw him... The shape...

Mom. -I wanted to kill him. -Okay, that's enough, Laurie.

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

Okay. I think maybe this is a little bit too much for you. Huh?

Why don't we go for a walk, alright?

You said you were gonna try to put the past behind you. 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... -Shouldn't we, uh...

Really hate to say: I told you so. But...

I'm glad you got to see that.

I never told you how I spent my childhood.

Gotcha!

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

I learned how to fight.

Had nightmares about the basement.

Social services came when I was twelve years old and took me away.

I've spent my entire life --

trying to get over the paranoia and neuroses that she has projected on me.

It was a great pass, couldn't hold it though. -Yeah, the quarterback couldn't hold that good.

The good times, right?

What is she gonna do with herself? -I know. It's not your job to save her.

She'll be alright.

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... You don't enjoy it? I-I like being in the woods.

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

Sometimes, I'd rather do that than hunting. -I mean, is-is-is dance class that important to you?

Yeah, it is. -Spend some more time in the woods. -No! -Let's go hunting, fishing.

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 hard...

I mean, uhh... Dad, look out!

What the hell happened to you, hoss?

Oh, shit!

Dad, look.

Lumpy, you stay here, I'm gonna make sure nobody's hurt.

You call the police. -Okay.

Dad, be careful, please.

Hey, you fellas okay?

You alright?

9-1-1. What's the emergency? -Yes! Umm...

T-There's been an accident.

T-There's a bus. People already roam the road. M-My dad went to look. I-I don't know.

Okay. Hold on.

I-I'll go check.

Dad?

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

RUN!

DAD?!

DADDY?!

Don't shoot! OW! OH, FUCK! FUCK!

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

Hawk, listen. Ball come down loose, that's where you'll mess up.

Yo, Hawkins, would you like a strawberry slushie or blue raspberry slushie?

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

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

but you're not gonna beat my score, so it makes no difference what you do.

Say that again? -You'll never gonna beat my score, so it makes no difference twitching!

We have a 10-50 on Marlow Road. -Copy that, dispatch. I'm on my way.

Attention all units, still out there, 10-33 if possible. 10-50 en route 20 miles west.

Sheriff's Department!

Possible 10-98. Over.

If you need assistance, let yourself be known!

Seagull 13, officer down.

I repeat, officer down.

I need assistance and backup right away.

Those who aren't active, one officer down. Sending EMT and all available units.

Show your hands!

I be fucked.

Right, stay with me. Help's on the way. What happened in here?

Did he escape?

Who?

Did who escape?

October 31st

I've got a cousin who works at a graveyard not too far from here.

They got: war generals, philantropists, 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 six year old brother crept in quietly with the kitchen knife.

He then proceeded to slice the base of the skull --

scraping her spinal cord.

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

he continued stabbing --

into the nerves and arteries of the palms.

Three more stabs into her sternum --

penetrating her heart.

Hawkins.

Still checking ID's of the patients we recovered to figure out who is who.

Almost all accounted for. Two of them were checking their e-mails at a local library.

Just found three of 'em holding hands, chasing butterflies at a flea market off the 220.

Butterflies? -Still no idea what really went down.

Any word for Mr. Rip van Winkle over here?

Nurses say he's been in and out and 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: "820201".

It's Michael Myers.

Babysitter and Myers, 1978.

Forty years to this day.

Michael Myers, loose with a bunch of nutbags in Haddonfield on Halloween night?!

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

But, hey...

What are we gonna do? Cancel Halloween?

I need to go and do a number two almost immediately.

6 Year Old Kills Teen Sister in Halloween Tragedy

Want anything from the shop? -No. No. Thank you.

Where's the loo? -Excuse me? -Bathroom?

It's out that way, around the back.

Excuse me, but someone's in here.

Hello?

What the...

...fuck?

BE GONE! NO!

NO...

HELP ME!

NO! HELP ME! HELP!

HELP ME, PLEASE!

AARON! NO...! HELP ME!

Michael? -AARON! AARON!

OH, MY GOD!

Dana! Get out!

Quickly, Dana!

I love...

Police have not determined a cause of this accident.

Uh, we've seen still a very active approach.

You can see the police tapes up behind me.

That prison bus, rolling down to that ditch.

We see the tow truck at force that is trying to get that prison bus out.

A source tells us that hospital was

transporting personnel from the local state hospital.

30 days and nights. Walter...

Ray?

Allyson?

Allyson? Is anyone home?

Karen?

Well...

GOTCHA! -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 my home, and I can take care of my own family. Alright?

I know Jiu-Jitsu... -The bus crashed. -I studied...

What? -Look, I have a plan. Where's Allyson? We need to get out of here, now.

What bus crashed? -Put down that gun. -Hey, hey! -Put, put down... -Back off!

Put down that gun, you're in my... Put down the gun! -Mom.

You need help, and you're 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'm 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!

Son of a bitch.

Hawkins?

Frank!

Yeah? -Look at this.

It's a hospital gown. -State issued.

The uniform of Smith's Grove. We found a match. -You know I was there that night?

I was heft.

We have one order of business.

It's to hunt this thing down.

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

Trick or treat!

They're all spooky. I mean, I would pick that one over on Grove Sreet.

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

Happy Halloween! Trick or treat!

Wait up. Gotta go find the stethoscopes.

-But, I don't want you... -I need it. I need it. I'll be right back. -Steve.

Look.

You're not gonna believe that they were in my pocket the whole time.

Did Rebbeca give you directions? -Yeah! Shouldn't be...

Hey, Sally, how are you?

Really?

That's awful.

Well, I'll keep my doors locked.

Thanks for telling me.

Billy's still out at a party.

Let me know if you need anything else.

Good night, Sally.

Trick or treat!

Bonnie and Clyde, you are ladykillers!

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 on your ass!

Look at my legs. It's all down there. -It's Vicky. One second. One second.

Okay, you don't... You don't have to take it!

Hi! Oh, my gosh, I wish that you were here, it is so much fun.

My God, I wish I was there. I'm so fuckin' 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 is Cameron? Is he looking superfine in my grandma's skirt?

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

But...

Grandmother Calling...

Where'd you go? -No, he's so sweet. I'm having the best time...

You know, you guys just come over here when it's done. Dave is already on his way

and he's gonna bring the, uh, you know that "Alakazaam", 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

kazaam 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. -The "Alakazaam"?

Julian, I'm talking about, like uh, you know, like a ma-magic trick, like Abracadabra.

Um-um, I know you're talkin' about smoking weed, don't lie to me.

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

Well, I'm gonna tell your momma 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 10th 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 'cause of my nasty-ass toenail. -Aha, go to bed.

You used to be cool. We used to be friends, but now..

Good. Come on, go to bed. It's way past your bedtime. You wanna be a good kid?

I must use toilet paper. -Quickly, come on, let's go! Let's go!

I'll get ya! Come on!

Good night, Little Doo.

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.

Yes, it's alright. What?

The fuck was that? Did that really...

...happen? Fucked me off. Okay.

Allyson! Allyson, come here.

What... Hey, Allyson. -No. What was that? -Okay, what? What?

-What was that? -We rolled the twins. -What's this?

What? Dude, have some discretion. Alright?

I don't know what you thought you saw, but, like, uh, 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 of a deal.

So, Oscar got you fucked up?

No. I got... I mean, I got...fucked up.

Okay.

Hey. Okay. Can we just talk? Okay! -Don't!

Okay, here. You know what? No. Your fucking precious phone.

What the fuck? -You need to get high. Do you want me to get it?

Hold up. Hold up. Wait, wait, wait... -I'm done.

This is unit 14, I'm by Old Lady Miller's House.

Mmm, I don't see anything suspicious in here. Over.

Roger, 10-4. You wanna go ahead and, uh, check those Codes 2 between Haddon. Request assistance.

Uhh, affirmative. Over.

Horseshit. -Sorry.

Didn't want to ring the doorbell? Look at the kids. -It's okay.

Check it out! Fresh for a patch. -Oh, my God! -His eyes are hearts. -I love it!

Yeah. This is Tay. -Hi, Tay! Hi!

-How are ya? -So, do we have the whole house for ourselves there, that's right?

Yes. -Sweet! -Until Allyson and Cameron are here.

Okay. So in the meantime, you wanna make some popcorn and watch a spooky movie?

Mmm, no.

A'ight, wait, check this out. You're gonna like this.

I went --

and got this tattoo,

Because tonight is the night, the one we will remember for the rest of our lives.

You are so getting dry fucked tonight.

Oh, yeah? -Fuckin' come here!

What? -What was that?

What was what? -Did you hear something?

No. What was it?

I don't know. I thought... 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.

Alright.

Alright, little buddy.

Oh, for... Fuck me! -I saw someone in the hallway standing outside my door.

What's up, buddy? -There was a fucked up face watching me from the door!

Ghosts and goblins, little buddy? -Shut up, Dave!

I heard him breathing, and then a thump! He's in here! The Boogeyman is in this house!

Okay. Alright. Come on, I got you. Let's check it out. -Send Dave first!

Come on. -No, but... -No, it's fine. It's fine. -No, but, no... No, no, no.

-Nobody's here. -No, it's not. No, it's not.

Come on, show me where you saw a Boogeyman. I'll protect you, I'm strong.

-I got you. -No, Vicky... -I'll fight him off. Come on. -No. -I promise.

Can you call my mom? -Yeah. If there is something, then I will call her.

He was standing right there in-in the doorway.

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!

Gotcha. -You fuckin' kiddin' me?

You're safe. Nothing's in here. -You sure? -Mhm.

Y-You checked behind the curtain? -I've checked the whole place.

Sick!

See, there's nothing to be afraid of. There is no Boogeyman in here.

What if it's a doll?

Uuh, it could be like one of those weird, like, kid dolls.

Lifeless, weird babies, and they stare at you with those beady little eyes.

For fuck...

Ah, shrimp...

Ah, damn it.

C-Can you close the closet door? -Yeah.

Oh, shit!

No... No!

HELP! Dave!

Help me! -Vicky!

Nope! -Julian, run!

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

RUN...!

You go up there, you're gonna get killed, Dave!

Somebody help me! Dave! -Vicky...

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

No...no...no...

Fuck this.

All units, we have reports about domestic disturbances at 707 Meridian Avenue.

Please respond. Over.

Copy that, dispatch.

Haddonfield Sherrif's Department!

Responding to domestic disturbance!

I repeat, this is Officer Hawkins, please respond!

GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!

Go back home. -GET INSIDE!

Oh! Fuck...

MICHAEL!

Hey!

Oh, shit...

Laurie...

JESUS CHRIST, FRANK! -Fuck me! -FUCK!

What the hell are you doing here?! -Frank, he's here.

I know.

This way, please.

Look who's up.

Where is he?

You tell me.

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 keep killing.

And he will kill again unless he's kept.

Come with me one minute. You sit still.

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

You will take this injured civilan to go look for a psychopathic serial killer?

Sheriff! Frank, what are we doing?

Don't need your help right now, Laurie. You're just standing here!

Please do something! -Excuse me, officers.

Laurie Strode.

Laurie Strode, meet Doctor Sartain.

I'm Michael's doctor, Ranbir Sartain.

You're the new Loomis.

I've 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 spoke to Loomis about killing Michael that night.

Do you know that I have prayed every night that he would escape?

What the hell did 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.

And then I look like an idiot for vouching for him.

I'm really tired of everybody letting me down.

You deserve better.

I mean...

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.

...and grow accustomed to always being afraid in constant fear.

They can grow weak, they can grow strong.

But there is 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?

What's that feeling?

Is it 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 wanna 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.

It's not safe here.

Where is Allyson? Where is she?

Where is Allyson?!

Honey, it's mom. Can you please call me back?

as soon as you get this, please. The police said they have evacuated the dance.

And I can't get in touch with you.

And they're making us go to your grandmother's house because that's safe...

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.

It's treacherous timing. -Okay. -You good?

Take my hand.

-Hey. -This is the dumbest shortcut ever. Watch out for the poison ivy.

Don't let me fall all in it. -I got you, I got you. -Okay, go. -I got you.

You did it, hey. Ciao.

Did it, hmm.

What are you doing?

You deserve better, I know... -No.

Fuck! -I... What? You're not with Cameron anymore. -That does not...

That does not mean I wanna be with you.

I thought... I thought you were sending me signals. -Definitely no signals.

I'm so sorry. Please, you can not tell Cameron about this.

I-I-I didn't do anything either! I swear! I didn't...

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

Who's there?! -Who... What... Hey! -Motion sensors, dumbass.

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.

Allyson, please. They, like...

They were feeding me Guacamole in all these sexy ways.

I'm, like...

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

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...

I just really like her, man, and I-I... 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 sor... I'm sorry, man. Tha... I'll just...

I'll peace out of your hair, man. Uh... Thank... Thank you for...listening...

Hey, uhh...

Where did you go, man? You're actin'...

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

What's up?

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

Oh, my God!

Ally, help!

Help me! Somebody help me!

Please! Please, somebody... Somebody please help me! Please... Please somebody help me!

Oscar, come on.

Please, dear God! Please... Please... Please!

ALLY! ALLY! HELP ME! PLEASE, HELP ME!

Oscar?

NO...!

NO...!

Help! Let me in!

Let me in!

HELP!

SOMEBODY...!

HELP!

HELP! OH, NO! SOMEBODY, PLEASE!

HELP!

'Cause my daughter is not calling, she's not texting. -Come on, Karen, let's go inside.

So, whoever you have looking for her is obviously not able to identify her. -Let them take care of it.

We'll find your daughter. We're gonna bring her here. -There are kids everywhere. -Karen.

There is no way. -We need a... -Karen -She's in a costume, you know?

-I'm paging her. -You got no precurse. -Don't worry, I got it. -We're gonna send somebody available.

And he... I mean, that's forty years! Okay? -If you let them do their job, they're gonna...

KAREN!

Stay in the car, doctor. -You alright?

No... He's... He's down the street. He's back. He killed my friend.

Everything is gonna be alright. It's okay.

Take a deep breath. I'm gonna take you back to your mom. Okay?

I'm a doctor. Lock your doors.

Everybody, get back to your houses now. Lock the doors.

We're taking you to your ma. Don't worry about shoot.

Don't worry about shoot. Back in your houses, now!

You heard the officer. -Back in your houses. Lock your goddamn doors.

What's this?

It's my childhood.

Let's go.

Alright, 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 waited for him.

Come on, Michael.

Allyson, keep your eyes open.

601, possible suspect reported on 11th near Saint Clark. -He's out here somewhere.

Copy that, dispatch.

I got eyes.

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

Brace yourselves.

Don't hit him! -Watch out! -Michael!

Don't shoot him.

Doctor, get back in the car!

You killed him. He's dead.

Stay back. -No. -I'm still gona blow this motherfucker brains out!

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 away...

Fuck...

HELP!

So, this is what it feels like.

Help!

No...!

No...!

Make room for my patient.

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

Most important opportunity to understand the mind of evil, you see?

And when he awakes, we'll be ready.

Ready for what? -The 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.

You want a B�nh mi sandwich? -A what? What is that?

A B�nh 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 that PB&J every day kinda guy. -Aha, there we go.

No, a B�nh mi sandwich.

B�nh mi is essentially just the Vietnamese version of French baguette. -Mhm.

And the term actually refers to the bread and not so much to contents therein. -Mhm.

But, as your partner, the greatest partner in the world

made arrangement with the vietnamese folks at the restaurant

and had them make you your very own peanut butter and jelly B�nh 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 wanna see what I brought?

Yeah, I do wanna see what you brought.

Why don't you look at this. There.

Fresh brownie. -Okay.

Chocolatey homemade brownie. I made that myself.

That's... That's, like, what a five year old would eat if they could make their own lunch.

I've worked with Michael for years,

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

I never heard him speak. You see?

In spite of my encouragements, he remains unresponsive.

But tonight, so many possibilites exist.

He spoke to me. -He spoke to you?

Yeah, umm...but, when...

When he murdered my friend, he saw me, and-and-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.

What is that?

That's weird, right?

Is that Hawkins? -I don't know.

What was the word?

Was it his sister's name?

Judith?

What was the word?! -Fuck!

Michael.

606 to 601.

Hawkins?

Use the fucking radio, burnout.

Hawkins?

Hawkins, please respond.

Hawkins?

Let's go check it. -A'ight.

Say something.

Did you see him? -Hawkins, please respond.

Hawkins, please respond.

Can't see anybody. Let's check it out. -Alright.

Dispatch, be advised, we got a man down. 10-7. No sign of 601.

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 have been preparing for this for a long time. -You want him to come here.

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

Any word?

Hey, any word on Allyson?

Hey.

Guys.

What...? What?

What?

Help!

Help...me!

Ray?!

Karen?!

He's back.

Michael's here. Get downstairs.

Go, baby, go!

Mom?!

Mom...!

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

Nothing will happen to you. -No.

I know you thought this was my cage.

I'm scared.

I have to finish this.

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

Come out, Michael.

Fuck!

Mom?

Grandmother?

Grandmother?

Baby? -Oh, momma.

He's coming. Come on. Shhh. -Where is grandma? -Come on.

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

It's okay. It's okay.

I'm locked in a cage. -Baby, it's okay. It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

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

Okay. Okay.

Please, stay back.

Stay back...

Mom?!

Help us!

I can't do it!

I'm sorry, I can't do it!

Gotcha.

Happy Halloween, Michael.

MOVE!

Come on, Allyson! Come on, Allyson! -Allyson, go! -Allyson, come on!

No! No, no, no! -Karen, come on, baby. Come on!

Watch out!

No...! No!

I got you!

Hurry, Allyson, run!

Go now! -Come on! -Come on, kick him! -Allyson, go! -Allyson, go!

Now go!

Come on.

Okay. It's not a cage, baby.

It's a trap.

Goodbye, Michael.

I can see the light. Someone's coming!

Hold her. -I got her. I got her. Now, go! Go, baby, go!

Hey!

Help us.

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