Original subtitles

[soft orchestral music]

[ominous music]

[wolf howling]

Hey, Jonathan.

Look at that.

Hmm?

A full moon.

Halloween night, and a full moon.

Awooo!

[laughs]

It reminds me of Halloween a year ago.

Remember that?

Oh, do I remember it?

Every time I think about it, I get

scare-bumps all over my body.

Phew.

It's the night we had to beat the devil.

I'll remember that as long as I live.

I remember walking into that spooky old bookstore.

He used it as a front for his operations.

I can still smell the sulfur and the brimstone.

[suspenseful music]

[cat hisses]

[loud crashing]

[door creaking]

Then I heard it--

[screaming and howling] --the sound from hell.

[thunderclap]

[screaming and howling]

I'll never forget that face, never, as long as I live.

Whoa!

Wh-whoa!

It gives me the willies.

I'm gonna have to think about something else.

I'll tell you what I'll think about.

I'll think about food.

Food?

You just ate dinner an hour ago.

Come on, Jonathan.

I am driving here.

When you're driving, you work up an appetite.

Oh, Mark, please!

Come on, Jonathan.

Can't we have a little fun tonight?

Come on, it's Halloween.

A little snack in front of the TV.

A lot of scary movies on tonight.

[laughs] Doesn't that sound great?

Absolutely wonderful.

Hey, Satan's Subs?

Don't tell me you're going in there.

Jonathan, it's just a name.

Yeah.

A name you were just talking about.

Jonathan, I seriously doubt if the Prince of Darkness

is in the sandwich business.

Yeah, well, I'm not going in there.

I'm not.

All right, fine.

I'll go in by myself.

I'll be right back.

You know what your problem is?

You're afraid of the competition.

[laughs]

You know, you got a short memory for an angel.

Remember, I was the guy who got food poisoning when

you took me to Gabriel's Horn.

[laughs]

[spooky organ music]

[coughing]

[grunting]

MAN: May I help you?

Oh, yeah.

Look, I was trying to, uh--

have you got a fire or something back there in the kitchen?

Nope.

Under the kitchen.

Under the kitchen?

Oh, under the kitchen!

I get it.

A little atmosphere for Halloween, right?

[laughs] That's great.

Let me show you our line.

We call this A Little Bit of Heaven.

Not very satisfying.

Yeah, it is kind of small, isn't it?

This is Purgatory.

Hey, now that's more like it.

It's really neither here nor there.

This is our biggest seller--

Devil's Delight.

I mean, that's awful big there.

I can't eat all of that.

That wouldn't be good for me.

Now, why would you want to eat something that's good for you?

(LAUGHING) Come on.

It's Halloween, and this is a hell of a sandwich.

What the heck, I'll take it.

[chuckles]

$3 even.

All right, there you go.

Have a Happy Halloween.

I always do.

[suspenseful music]

[wolves howling]

[bell ringing]

[dramatic music playing]

WOMAN (IN MOVIE): [screams]

Hey, what are you watching?

I'm watching this horror film--

"I Was A Teenage Werewolf."

Oh, I love scary movies.

You love scary sandwiches too.

You know how your stomach gets.

Come on, one little sandwich is not gonna bother me.

One little sandwich?

That's like calling the Titanic a dinghy.

Oh-ho!

Oh, he killed her.

You know, the guy in this movie reminds me a lot of you.

Thanks, that's very kind of you.

No, I mean when he's a regular guy, not when he's

got the fur all over his face.

You feel like taking a walk?

Come on, Jonathan, I'm into this movie.

We don't have an assignment tonight.

Come on, it's Halloween.

No, we don't have an assignment that I know of.

I just feel like taking a walk.

It's kind of fun to watch the kids trick or treat.

Well, you go ahead.

I want to see the end of this.

But I can tell you how it ends.

He goes and sees this guy-- - Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey! No, no, don't do that.

Don't do that.

Now you spoiled it for me.

All right, fine, sit there like a couch potato.

What do I care?

Hey, just remember, I'm the one that

warned you about the sandwich.

[chuckles] Let a man have a snack.

Hmm!

[dramatic music playing]

WOMAN (IN MOVIE): [screams]

[gasps]

Take care. Be careful.

Have fun.

Oh, I love that costume.

There you go.

Cheese and crackers?

Don't you have any candy?

Candy's bad for your teeth.

Oh, boy.

What do I get, a tofu burger?

You'll thank me when you don't have any cavities.

We will not.

Our father's a dentist.

You're putting him in the poorhouse.

Oh, you're such a funny boy.

SPORTSCASTER (ON TV): Little Al's owner

says, "Go ahead, keep rolling."

Alan?

Cindy?

Aren't you two ready yet?

Coming.

(LAUGHING) Oh, you look great!

This thing's hot.

Oh, well, don't put it on till you get outside, honey.

Alan broke my wand.

I did not.

You did too.

Mom, she hit me with the wand, and it broke.

Because you pushed me.

I pushed you 'cause you were standing on my gorilla mask.

Would you just stop, please?

[baby crying]

Oh, your brother's awake.

Come on.

SPORTSCASTER (ON TV): Guerrero started this race on the pole.

He has lead every lap.

He certainly doesn't want to give it up now.

Al Hunter Jr. comes around Josh Bilden.

Bob, the kids are ready.

Honey, I'm watching the car races.

Bob, it's 8:30.

The kids are ready to go.

Then let 'em go.

They're big enough.

I don't like them out at night without supervision,

and I've got the baby.

Anne, there are other kids out there alone.

Come on.

I don't want to go without dad.

I do.

I'm not scared.

You see, Alan?

Your sister's not scared.

I'm not scared either.

I just don't want to.

You are too scared.

I am not.

Then come on.

I've got to get the baby.

I don't see why you can't go with them.

Because I worked all week, and I want to relax

on a Saturday night, OK?

Now, go on, Alan.

Stop acting like a baby.

Go on.

SPORTSCASTER (ON TV): Al Hunter Jr. is out

in front, as Roberto Guerrero--

Go on.

SPORTSCASTER (ON TV): --spins the car

back and forth trying to pick up the last few drops of fuel

in his tank.

For Al Hunter Jr., it his on to victory.

He continues to run--

CINDY: Alan, will you come on?

Did they go?

Yes, they went.

It'll be good for Alan.

You baby him too much.

That's why he's scared.

No, he's scared because you let

him watch those horror movies with you that he shouldn't see.

I've got to get the baby his bottle.

[MUSIC - BOBBY PICKETT, "MONSTER MASH"]

I was working in the lab late one night, when

my eyes beheld an eerie sight.

For a monster from his slab began to rise, and suddenly

to my surprise he did the mash.

He did the monster mash.

The monster mash.

It was a graveyard smash.

He did the mash.

It caught on in a flash.

He did the mash.

He did the monster mash.

From my laboratory in the castle east,

to the master bedroom where the vampires feast--

Oh, I'll get those, Mom.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Listen, I've got three more in the oven.

They'll be ready any minute.

You having fun?

Oh, Mom, it's great.

This is the best party!

Aw.

[laughs] Go enjoy it, huh?

All right. Thanks, Mom.

[MUSIC - BOBBY PICKETT, "MONSTER MASH"]

They did the mash.

It caught on in a flash.

They did the mash.

They did the monster mash.

The zombies were having fun.

They party had just begun.

The guests included Wolfman, Dracula--

What's going on here?

Nothing.

[snickering]

I think you better go.

Oh, come on, Mom.

We're not doing anything.

Don't give me that mama stuff.

I want you out of my house.

Hey, now that is no way to treat a guest.

See, we're just having a little drink.

Is there a problem with that?

It's a problem for me.

Out.

Hey, you don't mean that.

OK, we'll-- we'll be good little boys, and we'll go dance.

Does that feel like I mean it?

Mom, is something wrong?

Nothing, dear.

Just throwing out the trash.

[chatter and laughter]

Oh, my god!

I know, I know, I know.

Oh, well.

I can't believe that.

That's so crazy!

Alan, will you come on?

I don't want to go up to that house.

You're such a baby.

I just don't want to go.

Well suit yourself.

Scaredy cat.

My brother is such a pain.

All brothers are.

Yeah.

Hey, let's scare him good.

I've got an idea.

[doorbell rings]

Just do what I do.

BOTH: Trick or treat!

[laughs] Sure, little lady.

Here you go.

[screaming]

Hey, what's the matter?

What's going on?

Wait a minute! Don't bite!

What are you doing?

I don't know what's going on!

Stop it!

[screaming]

What is this?

What is this?

Sorry, mister.

We just wanted to scare my brother.

[laughter]

Well, you scared both of us!

Now, go on, get out of here!

Go on!

We sure got rid of him, didn't we?

Yeah.

Now we can have some fun.

Hey, you want to come to my house?

My folks are at a party.

We can watch spookies.

Yeah. I'll call my folks.

Maybe I can sleepover.

OK.

[laughter]

[dog barking]

Where you going, monkey man?

He got my sister.

You gotta help!

Your sister, huh?

How old is she? ALAN: 11.

Oh.

Forget it.

What you got in that bag there?

Please, you gotta help!

Hey, look at this haul.

Please?

No.

[laughter]

Hey--

JONATHAN: Give him back his bag.

You talking to us?

Yeah.

I said give the kid back his bag.

Oh, he wants the kid's bag.

Here.

[laughter]

It's the Unknown Comic! - Yeah, look.

Hey, buddy, go on.

Make us laugh!

[laughter]

[snarling]

Man, let's get out of here!

[chuckles]

Hey, you all right?

Hey, don't be scared.

I'm on your side.

You're a-- you're a--

a werewolf.

Me?

No, no, I'm not a werewolf.

I'm an angel.

You don't look like an angel.

Oh, this?

I was just pretending.

There, is that better?

I'll help you pick up your stuff.

You really are what you said?

Well, you bet I am.

Cross your heart, hope to die?

Well, it doesn't really mean anything in my case,

but I can guarantee you I'm an angel.

Then you gotta help my sister.

He grabbed her!

What are you talking about?

Who grabbed her?

A man, a bad man.

He grabbed her and pulled her into the house.

She was screaming.

Please, you gotta help.

All right, you just take it easy.

You lead the way.

I'll follow you.

[suspenseful music]

This is it.

You're sure this is the house?

I could never forget it.

OK, you just wait out here.

Uh-uh.

All right, then stay behind me.

Keep it quiet.

[distant dog barking]

[woman screams]

BOTH: [screaming]

- Oh, oh! - Take everything!

- Don't-- don't kill us! - Oh.

Oh, no, no, no.

Please-- please, listen to me.

No, I-- I'm not a robber.

I'm not a-- I'm not-- - Don't-- don't--

JONATHAN: Listen to me!

I'm not a robber!

You're-- you're not?

No.

You see, I-- I was looking for this little girl.

He's a murderer.

He's a murderer!

JONATHAN: Wait, will you listen to me!

Listen to him!

Listen!

Look.

See, this-- this little boy told me that his sister was dragged

into this house screaming.

Oh.

Oh, those two.

It was a joke.

She wanted to scare her brother.

It was a joke?

Yeah, yeah.

Look, I-- well, I'm--

I mean, I am sorry.

I mean, I am--

I mean, I don't know what to say.

I mean, God, I'm sorry.

I mean, we're-- we're both sorry.

We're sorry.

We're, uh-- we just-- we are.

WOMAN (IN MOVIE): [screaming]

WEREWOLF (IN MOVIE): [growling]

Arnold?

Where-- where are you going?

To change my shorts.

I'll tell you, your sister sure

has a weird sense of humor.

You're telling me.

I feel awful scaring those two people like that.

It wasn't your fault. Are you really

an honest-to-goodness angel?

That's right, I am.

And you're not a werewolf.

No.

No such thing as a werewolf.

How do you know?

Hmm, 'cause I know.

When you grow up, you'll know it too.

If there can be angels, how come there can't be werewolves?

Because God makes angels.

He doesn't make monsters.

That makes sense.

But I'm still scared of them.

Well, that makes sense too.

It does?

Well, sure it does.

Everybody's scared of something.

I'm not acting like a baby?

No, come on.

Not in the least.

Will you come trick or treating with me for a while?

I wouldn't be scared with an angel.

OK, for a while.

Thanks.

My name's Jonathan.

Mine's Alan.

Sure is nice to meet you, Jonathan.

Nice to meet you too, Alan.

[suspenseful music]

MARK: [snoring]

[growling]

[glass shattering]

MAN (IN MOVIE): Tony!

Look-- Tony!

No!

Tony, don't!

Don't!

Don't!

[screaming]

[spooky music]

[wolves howling]

Oh, Jonathan.

You gotta sit down and watch this.

It's "I Was A Teenage Werewolf."

[laughs] Oh, I love horror film!

WOMAN (IN MOVIE): [screaming]

MARK: Oh, they killed her.

You know, the guy in this film reminds me a lot of you.

I mean, when he's a regular guy, not when he's

got the hair all over his face.

Come on, Jonathan.

Why don't you sit down and watch this?

We don't have an assignment.

Let's just take it easy.

[breathing heavily]

Hmm!

Don't tell me angels get sore throats.

You sound awful.

Jonathan, you all right?

[snorting]

Hey, buddy, is there something wrong?

Jonathan?

[growls]

[screams]

Oh!

All right, get yourself together.

It's a dream, that's all.

It's a dream.

It's a dream.

It--

[growling]

It's not a dream!

Let me out!

Oh!

Ah!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Oh--

[police siren blares]

Police!

Stop!

Up here!

Come on! Help!

In here!

Come here! Help!

Help me! Over here!

Come on!

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Bring bullets, a lot of 'em!

Silver bullets!

Over here!

Come on, hurry up!

[growls]

[screams]

[growling]

[yelling]

No!

[yelling]

No!

No!

No!

No!

[screaming]

No, Jonathan!

No!

No, no!

No, Jonathan!

No!

No, Jonathan, please! JONATHAN: Mark.

No, Jonathan, please! JONATHAN: Mark, wake up.

Jonathan! Jonathan, please!

JONATHAN: Wake up!

Jonathan?

Take it easy.

You were having a dream.

You all right?

Yeah.

I mean, that was-- that was some dream.

I mean, it was real!

It's the sandwich.

The what?

The sandwich, the submarine sandwich.

You can't eat like that before you go to sleep.

Hey, I warned you.

Oh, that's right, you did.

I mean, it was real, Jonathan.

It was-- it was just like in the movies.

Well, except you were older.

You were like a middle-aged werewolf.

Why'd you have to put it that way?

Look, are you gonna be all right?

I gotta go out again for a little while.

You gotta go out?

What do you mean you gotta go out?

Hey, will you stop acting like a baby?

I've got a little guy waiting for me down in the lobby.

I promised him I'd take him trick

or treating for a little while.

He's scared.

Well, I don't blame him.

Well, you want to go with us?

No, I don't want to go with you!

I don't want to go out there. It's dark out there.

Mark, you're acting silly.

Well, maybe I am acting silly, but you didn't have my dream.

Now, you go ahead.

I'm staying right here.

All right.

But take it easy.

Relax a little bit.

You're all right.

Stay awake.

Back as soon as I can.

MARK: Hey, Jonathan?

Yeah?

You really should have seen the kid in that movie.

I mean, he really did look like you.

Well, except he was younger.

Mark, I was never that young.

[chuckles]

[growling and screaming on tv]

- Excuse me. - Trick.

- What? - Trick.

It's trick or treat.

I'm not treating.

So if you want to trick, fine, go ahead and trick.

But I'll call the police and have you arrested.

I don't want a trick or a treat.

I just put money in the soda machine, and nothing came out.

So?

So I would like my money back.

I didn't see you put any in.

I'm not lying.

Ha!

That's what you say.

Now, don't bother me.

[clanging on vending machine]

What's the matter, Alan?

Lost my money in the machine.

It's just not my night.

Ah.

Hey, mister, we got a little problem with the machine here.

I think it's out of order.

The boy already told me.

And I'll tell you what I told him.

I didn't see him put any money in,

so he's not getting any back.

And now, if you don't mind, I'm trying to read.

Well, thank you for your kindness.

Come on, let's go trick or treat.

Trick!

Oh!

Mmm.

Ice cream with cookies in it-- that's what I call pigging out.

Who are you calling?

My mom.

[phone ringing]

MR. BAILEY (ON PHONE): Hello?

Hello, Dad?

Is mom there?

MR. BAILEY (ON PHONE): She's still up with the baby.

His ears are bothering him or something.

Oh.

I was wondering if I could sleep over at Eloise's.

MR. BAILEY (ON PHONE): Are her folks home?

Yes.

MR. BAILEY (ON PHONE): Let me talk to her mom.

Well, they're in bed already, but Eloise asked

and they said fine.

MR. BAILEY (ON PHONE): What about your brother?

Alan?

Isn't he home?

You mean he's not with you?

CINDY (ON PHONE): No, he ran away.

I yelled at him to stop, but he wouldn't.

I don't know what got into him.

I thought he was going home.

Well, how long ago did this happen?

CINDY (ON PHONE): About an hour.

Oh, boy.

What's the matter what that kid?

He just ran off for no reason?

Well, I certainly didn't do anything.

Of course, he'll probably make up

some story like he always does.

Can I sleep over, Daddy?

MR. BAILEY (ON PHONE): Yeah, I suppose.

Oh, thank you, Daddy. I love you.

Bye.

Alan's gonna be in a lot of trouble when he gets home.

Yeah, it gives you a good feeling, doesn't it?

[laughter]

[distant dog barking]

Oh, I finally got the baby to sleep.

I'm going to have to take him back to the doctor's.

Those ear drops just don't seem to be working.

Hmm.

Uh, Cindy just called.

She's going to be sleeping over at Eloise's.

Where's Alan?

He's not with her.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Cindy said he ran off about an hour ago,

and she thought he was on his way home.

Oh, my god.

I told you not to let them go alone.

Oh, honey.

He probably met a couple of the guys

and went trick or treating with them.

Bob, I want you to go find him.

It's getting late.

For crying out loud, he's going to be home soon.

Do you want me to go, and you can stay with the baby?

Forget it.

I'll go.

If he had just stayed with his sister in the first place,

this wouldn't be happening.

I'm gonna give him the what-for when I find him.

Bob, I don't want you spanking that child.

Oh, of course not.

He might cry.

You are raising a sissy, you know that?

He is not a sissy.

I don't know what you'd call him.

The other kids push him around.

He doesn't like to fight with the other boys.

Is that so bad?

Yes, that's bad!

Would you keep your voice down?

I just got the baby to sleep.

Face it, Anne, he's afraid of his own sister.

She's bigger than he is, that's all.

And he's afraid of the dark, and he's afraid of monsters,

and he's afraid--

I mean, come on, come on.

Monsters?

Can we please discuss this after you find him?

Yeah, fine.

Another wonderful evening for me on my day off.

[door slams]

[baby crying]

Oh, great.

[soft music]

[wolves howling]

Thanks!

Wow, she was nice.

She gave me about five candy bars, and long ones.

Oh, yeah?

Let me take a look.

Hey, those are nice.

You've got this bag pretty well filled up.

Yeah.

It's getting late.

I think we better start home, huh?

I don't want to go.

I'm having fun.

Hey, I know you are, but your folks

are gonna be worried about you.

My mom would, not my dad.

Come on, Alan, you don't mean that.

Yes, I do.

My dad-- well, he's a lot different from me.

Well, you bet he is.

He's a lot older, for one thing.

That's not what I mean.

My dad-- he's--

he's kind of like Charles Bronson in the movies.

He's real tough, and he wants to make me real tough,

but I just can't.

Well, how do you know he's so tough?

Well, he drinks beer, watches sports,

and he even yells at other people

when he's driving his car.

Oh.

Well, that sounds pretty tough, all right.

Of course, you know, he might just

be doing that to impress you.

Impress me?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, with how tough is.

I think maybe he figures if he acts real tough,

you'll try to be more like him.

You really think so?

Don't know, but could be.

I'll tell you one thing for sure-- he loves you.

I know.

I just wish I could be me.

I mean, I love him, but I can't be like him.

Hmm.

You ever cry?

Me?

Yeah, lots of times.

Yeah? MARK: Mm-hmm.

Me too.

But I couldn't cry in front of my dad.

He's never cried.

Oh, come on.

How do you know that?

He told me only girls cry and sissies.

You think I'm a sissy?

No way.

Well, then, I guess your dad's wrong.

You know, Alan, moms and dads can't be right about everything

all the time.

Yeah.

I sure like talking to you, Jonathan.

[chuckles] And I sure like talking to you, Alan.

But it is time to get started home, OK?

OK.

All right, let's go.

Hurry up.

Spookies are starting.

Did you eat all the ice cream?

Yeah, sorry.

Well, we got any candy left?

No.

Darn.

It's no fun watching spookies without snacks.

[doorbell rings]

Oh, don't answer it.

It's just more kids.

Hey.

Come on.

I'll show you how to get some more candy.

Maybe nobody's home?

Nah, the TV's on.

BOTH: Trick or treat!

Here.

These are for you.

Thank you.

And these are for you.

[laughs]

Thank you.

Have fun!

[laughter]

That was great!

Take your pick.

Oh.

[laughter]

ELOISE: Oh, my god.

Hey, it's Cindy.

Oh, my god.

[laughter] Oh, wait.

We're gonna miss the movie.

Come on.

She's staying at Eloise's.

She's a pain too.

All they like to do is tease.

Yeah, I guess that's the way brothers and sisters are.

I'm not.

She's the one that's always scaring me, like tonight.

I wish I could just get back one time.

Hey.

Oh, no.

No, no, Alan.

Uh-uh.

Oh, Jonathan, please!

I mean, I'll never get a chance like this again.

I mean, how many angels does a guy meet.

Please?

Well.

I guess we do owe her one, don't we?

OK.

[chuckles]

WOMAN (IN MOVIE): [screaming]

Ugh.

Oh, god.

That's so gross, it would gag a maggot.

Tell me.

What is that stuff?

It's guts or something.

[knocking]

It's more kids.

You want another candy bar?

No, I'm ready to barf.

[knocking and doorbell ringing]

ALAN: Cindy, Cindy!

Let me in!

That's my brother.

He's not home yet?

What do you think you're doing?

He's right behind me!

He almost had me!

Who almost had you?

A werewolf!

Oh, Alan, you're such a nerd.

ALAN: Cindy, I'm telling the truth, I swear!

Right.

You're gonna be in big trouble with dad if you don't get home.

I'm telling the truth!

Truth about what?

Oh, a big werewolf is chasing Alan.

Oh, no.

And we're all out of silver bullets!

[laughter]

Alan, admit it.

We scared you, and you're trying to get back at us.

But you can't.

Now, run on home.

He's out there, Cindy.

He's right outside that door.

Well, maybe we should invite him in.

He might be hungry.

Yeah, we'll give him a can of dog food.

Oh, I'll treat him first to my--

[growls]

CINDY AND ELOISE: [screaming]

Somebody do something!

I'll save you.

You're not gonna hurt my sister.

CINDY AND ELOISE: [screaming]

[wolf howling]

[footsteps]

He's gone.

Oh, god.

Oh, Alan!

Alan.

It's all right, sis.

You'll be OK now.

Was it-- was it real?

Afraid so.

Full moon tonight.

I better get home.

No!

Don't leave us.

I have to.

I don't want Mom and Dad to worry.

Please don't go.

MR. POWELL: Eloise?

There.

Eloise, your folks are back.

See you later.

Hi, Mr. Powell, Mrs. Powell.

Hi, Alan.

Having a good time tonight, Alan?

Unbelievable.

MARK: [yawns]

Come on, you gotta stay awake.

You gotta stay awake till Jonathan gets back.

If you don't stay awake, you'll fall asleep.

And if you fall asleep, you're gonna dream.

No more dreams.

No more--

[snoring]

What was that noise?

[mumbling] I hear snoring.

You're asleep.

Of course, you're asleep, stupid.

You don't snore when you're awake.

All right.

All right, everybody up.

Come on, come on.

Wake up, wake up, wake up!

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

Oh, that's good.

Way to go.

Now I gotta do something to stay this way.

What am I gonna do?

A soda.

I'll have a soda, 'cause soda's got sugar in it,

and sugar-- sugar will keep me awake.

[laughs] Now you're thinking.

Oh.

[yawns]

[growls]

[screams] No, please!

Please, no!

No, Jonathan!

No, no!

No!

Ah!

It's a dream.

It's another dream!

That's it.

That's it.

No more sitting down.

No more lying down.

Oh, I gotta do something to keep myself awake.

What am I gonna do? What do I do?

I'll jog.

That's what I'll do, I'll jog.

I'll jog.

I'm jogging until Jonathan comes back.

That's what I'll do.

It'll keep me awake.

I know that'll keep me awake.

[yelling]

Jonathan!

Jonathan.

Come home, Jonathan, please.

Oh, God.

[suspenseful music]

Oh, Alan.

Alan, where are you?

Oh, please come home.

Will you come home, please?

You didn't find him?

No.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God!

Oh, God!

[crying]

He's all right.

I know he's all right.

No, he's not all right!

It's getting late.

It's after 11 o'clock, and something's happened to him.

I know that something has happened to him!

Stop that!

It hasn't!

He-- he could be anywhere.

Uh-- I'm gonna call the police.

Police?

Why are you-- I thought you said nothing happened to him?

Why are you calling the police?

Because he's lost.

He was probably having a good time.

He went too far, and got lost.

You mean he's missing?

He's not lost, he's missing!

Anne, for God's sake, stop it!

[baby crying]

Baby's crying.

Go see the baby.

Hello?

Uh, my name is Robert Bailey.

I live at 3223 Aldan Road.

Uh, my son is, uh--

uh, missing.

You know, Jonathan, this is the greatest night of my life.

Well, it was different, that's for sure.

You know, I don't think I'll be afraid of the dark anymore,

now that I know there's no monsters-- just angels.

I'll tell you something else, I

got a feeling your sister won't be trying

to scare you anymore either.

[laughs]

Yeah, that was so great.

I wish I could've had a camera.

I could've--

[police radio chatter]

Uh-oh.

[police radio chatter]

Why do you think they're there?

Well, my guess is because of you.

I told you your folks were gonna be worried.

Oh, boy.

My dad's gonna kill me.

Well, you better go on get inside.

Come with me, Jonathan?

I'm scared.

Oh, come on, Alan.

There's nothing to be scared about.

Yes, there is.

And you're the one that said it was all right to be scared.

All right.

Come on, let's go.

Uh, this is the latest picture we have of Alan.

It's his little league picture.

All right.

We'll cover the neighborhood.

You're sure he wouldn't spend the night with a friend?

No, no.

He never has done that.

Well, we can't officially report him

missing at this point, but--

[door clicks]

Alan!

Oh, Alan!

Alan.

Well, I guess I won't be needing this.

Kids.

No wonder we get gray hair.

Goodnight.

Alan.

Where have you been?

It's-- it's a long story, but--

oh, this is my friend Jonathan.

He helped me get home.

Thank you.

It was my pleasure.

Don't you ever do anything like this again, young man.

Your father has been out half the night looking for you.

I'm sorry, Dad.

It was my fault. I'm sorry.

[soft music]

[crying]

Dad?

Dad, you're crying.

So what?

Of course I'm crying.

I thought something had happened to you.

I'm OK, Dad.

Everything's OK now.

[panting] Oh!

Jonathan, will you get back here!

I can't keep this up much longer.

Boss, will you get him back here?

I should be his assignment.

[panting]

[knocking]

Huh?

Who's that?

JONATHAN: It's me, Jonathan.

Jonathan?

Oh, thank you, Boss.

I'll never forget you for this.

I owe you one.

All right, Jonathan.

Now, where have you been?

You only said you'd be gone for a little while.

[growls]

[screaming]

[panting]

All right, get yourself together.

It's a dream, that's all.

It's a dream.

It's a dream.

It--

[growling]

It's not a dream!

[yelling]

[growling]

Help!

Help!

Help!

[police siren blaring]

Police!

Help!

Up here!

Come on! Help!

In here!

Come here!

Help Come on!

Over here!

Come on, hurry up!

Hurry up!

Bring bullets, a lot of 'em!

Silver bullets!

Help!

[growls]

[screams]

[growling]

Ah!

[yelling]

[growls]

[yelling]

Happy Halloween.

[music playing]

[orchestral music]