All right, gotta make a stop here.
Whoa! What are you, insane?
Oh, my gosh, Tommy, I'm not even listening to you.
You'd better listen to me.
He's right there.
What are you, crazy? You can't go in there.
Oh, yes, I can.
Hold my books, please?
That's the devil's house. The Boogey Man lives in there.
Yeah. Oh, no, Tommy.
Don't even joke about it. I'm serious.
Oh, you're scaring me.
The Boogey Man will get me or Danny the Wolf Man.
Oh, no, Tommy.
Oh, no!
Oh, no, it's pulling me...
Oh, no, Tommy, it's pulling me in!
Ha ha ha.
It was just a joke. Chill.
I wish it wasn't.
Come on, hurry up.
Chill, spazz-monkey.
Thanks.
That's no place to screw around, Laurie.
- It's not a big deal. - Not a big deal?
Do you know whose house that is?
Come on.
- It's going to be fine. - Yeah.
What if something happens?
- Laurie, what is going to happen? - I don't know.
It's going to be fine.
What is going to be fine?
Annie wants me to pretend to baby-sit Lindsey Wallace,
then sneak out and dump her with me so she can go and see Paul.
Sounds like one of my crafty ideas.
- Yeah. - I like it.
Anyway, I thought Paul was, like, grounded for trashing his dad's motorcycle.
Oh, yeah. No, he was, but he got out of it.
- You know. - Yeah.
Please?
What if they come home early?
Dude, they are not going to come home early.
Okay? Mrs. Wallace is a lush.
They're going to be out all night getting hammered.
Yeah. Annie, I really hate lying. You know that.
God, what are you, Mother Teresa?
- No. - Yes, she is.
Look at her. She's like a little angel.
- She's Mother-fucking Teresa. - Stop. I am not!
Please?
- All right, I'll do it. - Yes!
You owe me big time.
- I love you. - I love you.
Did you know that ethyl alcohol boils at 78.5 degrees Celsius?
- I didn't know that. - Yeah.
That's pretty cool, right?
Call me back.
This is all your fault.
I mean, you're responsible.
I cannot be responsible for everything that goes on in here.
- What about you? - No, no, no, no.
You're not pinning this on me.
- He was your patient, Doctor. - Was my patient.
Look, all you guys had to do was to play zoo-keeper.
Just keep the monkeyhouse locked until the monkey died of old age.
How difficult is that?
Christ, you can barely tell he's breathing half the time.
He's been like a comatose kitty for 15 years.
If our security wasn't sufficient, Sammy,
you should have warned us.
I see. So you're just going to wash your hands of the whole thing.
You know, you two make me sick.
"He is mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf. "
We've given the authorities his complete profile.
Two road blocks and an all-points bulletin wouldn't stop a 5-year-old.
Well, what do you want us to do?
Yes. I mean, what do you want us to do?
I want you to get on the phone,
and I want you to tell them who broke out of here last night.
And I want you to tell them exactly where he's going.
Christ, we don't know where he's going.
It must be great living in denial.
I must try it sometime.
Look, you and that army of shirt-tuckers up there,
you know damn well where he's going.
And where is that?
Haddonfield!
Haddonfield's a hundred miles away from here.
This is so fucked.
What, me suspended from the squad?
I don't mean to sound conceited,
but I'm, like, the fucking hottest cheerleader they've got.
Yeah, Lynda, that doesn't sound conceited.
What, so now nobody can take a joke anymore?
- What did you say? - Check it.
So Lady Fuck-face gives us three new cheers to learn,
so I'm like, "Hey, why don't we just rock it commando, flash some snatch?
And maybe nobody will notice we're doing the same old tired cheers. "
- Oh, you didn't. - Oh, yeah, I did.
- Yeah, you did. - Yeah.
You know what that dried-up fucking bitch did?
- What? - Calls my dad and tells him what I said.
- Yeah. - Oh, my gosh.
That C-U-N-T, yeah, needs to get laid.
What did your dad say?
Oh, who cares?
I'll just give him the little sweetie-pants princess suck-up routine.
Daddy's little pookie would never say something like that.
Gosh, ever since your parents split up,
you have your dad wrapped around your little finger.
Totally wrapped.
- Hey, bitches! - Hey, Annie.
- Thanks for waiting for me. - Whatever. Hurry your ass up.
God.
Hey, I heard about your little cheerleading incident.
Yeah, I'm totally famous.
You're totally a slut.
Yeah.
Anyway, today in class, in French class,
Mr. Leclerc was totally flirting with me.
- God, here we go! - We were conjugating the verb "to want. "
- Because he so wants you! - Je veuxl Je veuxl
- Oh, my gosh. - Bare Leclerc.
Bare Leclerc wants me.
I think that guy's watching us.
- What guy? - That guy over there.
Yeah?
- Oh, please. - I saw him outside school earlier.
Probably just some pervert cruising school poontang.
Yeah, wait. Watch this.
Hey, freak!
Hey, freak, you want some of the young stuff?
You like that? Well, come and get it.
- Hey! - Lynda, stop.
Hey, asshole. My daddy's the sheriff.
Huh? Why don't you go crawl back under your fucking rock?
- Yeah, whatever. - See, I told you.
He's just some stupid fucking pervert.
- Total pervert. - Gosh, you guys are crazy.
That guy could have been dangerous.
- Oh, God. - Whatever.
- What is he going to do? - I don't know.
Oh, my God. You should date him!
- You should! - You guys!
Come on, let's go get something...
- Oh, no, 5-0. - Hey.
Hi, Dad.
Hey, Mr. Brackett.
- Nice furry hat, Mr. Brackett. - Thank you.
What's up, Dad?
I'm on my way home. Anybody want a ride?
Yeah. Hell, yeah, I'll take a ride.
- No. - You guys?
Bacon-mobiles make me nauseous.
- Nice. - Bye, Annie.
- See you later. - Bye, guys.
Hey, kiddo.
- Kind of a drag having a pig as a dad. - Nah, I like him.
Yeah? Do you think he was flirting with me?
- You are so demented. - Totally.
- Yeah. See ya. - Bye.
I hate you!
Aw, how cute.
Would you please help me with this stupid thing?
Okay, okay, okay.
Jeez. Mom, why do you deal with this every year?
Because for some unbelievable reason,
your father likes it.
- The feet look like the hands... - It's not working.
And the hands like the feet, and I can't get the thing in the hole, and...
- Oh, I can't get it! - Calm down, I'm helping...
Oh, I got it.
- You got it? - Will you try and get those right?
Okay, I'll try.
Oh, jeez.
I've been out here for two hours doing this.
There.
- Hey, do you want me to get... - Just hang himself. No!
I'm still upset about the whole bagel thing this morning,
if you want to know the truth.
Mom, that was a joke.
- Oh, yeah. Well, let me tell you. - It was a joke.
There are some things moms don't need to hear.
- Yeah, I'm 17. - I know you're 17.
You're the best, Mom.
Yeah, it's right over here.
Yeah. Hello?
Yes, uh, Sheriff Brackett, please.
Dr. Samuel Loomis. Yeah. Hello? He...
Oh, sh... ugh! Can I borrow your cell phone?
This thing's about as useful as a row of Christmas puddings.
Oh, no. I don't have one.
Causes brain cancer.
Oh, yeah. Right.
You know, I remember this mess just like it happened yesterday?
It was tragic.
The poor woman, I guess she couldn't stand the stress
of being labeled "Satan's mother. "
I think she blew her fucking head off.
I'm still amazed.
A young boy like that butchering all those people.
And the doctor involved... I think he wrote a book or something.
Fucking blood money.
Yeah, I read that book. It was a masterpiece.
- Now, are we close? - Yes, it's just here. I gu...
- Goddamn son of a bitch! - What?
Those fucking kids! Jesus Christ!
Don't they think I have anything better to do with my time than clean up this shit?
Fucking little idiots! God damn it!
Where the hell are you going?
Who would do sick shit like this?
I think I know whose grave that is.
Dude, it fucking totally sucks that they're selling this place.
It's reduced. Maybe I can buy it.
Yeah, with like, your $10 you have in your piggy bank?
It's a shithole anyway.
I'm going to miss it.
Don't worry, dude.
We'll find another house to party in.
Besides, I'm gonna get the van all jacked up.
You're gonna want to spend more time in there anyway.
Wait, wait!
Wait, just like that.
Oh, God.
Oh, wait. Wait.
Right there, right there.
- Hold on! - Wait, my calf is cramping, man.
Why'd you stop? Oh, God...
Oh, fuck.
A fucking little warning would be nice.
- Fuck. - I'm sorry.
Jesus.
- Get me another beer. - You get it.
I'm the one that just did all the heavy lifting.
All right, I'll go.
So, seriously, on a scale from 1 to 10, should I have a 5?
How about... zero?
- More like... - Zero.
More like zero plus 11.
- Hello? - Yo, Mama.
What up, dude?
- Nothing much. - Oh, what's wrong?
I was just thinking about what Annie said earlier today,
concerning my so-called "cheerleading incident. "
I don't know. It's kind of bumming me out.
Fuck, dude, who put all the empties back in here?
You don't think that, do you?
Lynda, I don't think you're a slut.
Come on, that's ridiculous.
I don't give a shit what Annie thinks anyway.
But I care what you think.
Aww!
Fuck!
What... What the f...
Jesus, Bob, could you move your pokey ass a little slower?
Well, could you?
Well, that's cute.
See anything you like?
Okay, enough.
Joke's over.
Beer, please.
Hey, Casper the Friendly Asshole Ghost, hand me my beer.
Well, fucking hand it over, dip-shit.
Why do you have to become such a fucking jerk every time we do it?
You think you'd be grateful that I let you touch me with that thing.
And anyway, you're not a zero.
You're a fucking minus 5 or something.
Whatever.
What'd you do to this beer?
What about this big one here? That looks perfect.
- You mean, like, this one here? - Yeah, that one.
- Yes, yes, that's lovely. - .22 Smith & Wesson.
- That's good. - Yeah.
That's okay if you want to just piss it off.
If you want to blow its fucking head off...
this is what you want.
.357 Magnum.
Wolff mainspring, polygonal rifling.
Beautiful, beautiful. Poly what?
- Muzzle velocity of 1,450 feet per second. - Great, just wrap it up.
- That's fine. - Okay, okay.
- Take it easy. - Thank you. Yes.
I'm in a bit of a hurry.
If you could just wrap it up, that'd be great.
- Thank you. - What are we hunting?
- Girls, you look so beautiful. - Little princesses.
- Trick or treat. - Here you go.
- Thank you. - Here's some candy.
- Oh, Happy Halloween. - You, too.
- Bye, you guys. - Thank you. Bye.
So cute.
I cannot believe you're graduating this year.
I remember when you used to run around looking like that.
Mom, I was never a princess.
Last thing I was at their age was dead Little Red Riding Hood.
You were this beautiful ballerina...
No, you bought me the blood and you gave me the cuts.
"My costume's too tight. "
- You don't remember that? - I never wore a tutu.
You getting many kids?
Only two so far.
Listen...
be careful tonight.
I know.
A lot of nut cases come out on Halloween.
It's, uh... What was it you told me to say?
- Amateur night. - Yeah, that's right. Amateur night.
Dad, I'm just going to be babysitting.
- What's the worst thing I could do? - All right, okay.
- I'm just saying. - Nice.
- All right. - Sorry.
- Aah! - Mom, st...
Hi, Mr. And Mrs. Strode!
- Hey, Annie. - Hey.
How's your dad?
Oh, you know, same as always.
- You know what that means? - Mm-hmm.
Yeah. Love you guys!
- Love you, too! - Bye-bye!
Gonna give me some lovin'?
I'll give you some lovin' later, but first you're going to talk about the vacation.
I'm going to go build a fire.
Vacation.
I hate vacation. Let's stay home.
Aaahhh!
No! No!
You leave my baby alone, you...
Okay, Tommy, here's your jelly sandwich,
hold the peanut butter.
Good.
You know, if you listened to me the first time,
you wouldn't had to have made it twice.
- Laurie? - What?
Is the Boogey Man real?
Why are you so obsessed with the Boogey Man, Tommy?
- Well, I hear things at school. - Like what?
Well, I heard that on Halloween night,
the Boogey Man sneaks out and attacks kids who don't believe.
You know what, Tommy?
It is true.
He likes to eat little boys like you.
Oh, my God! The Boogey Man's here!
We're going to die!
Hold that thought.
That's not appropriate babysitter behavior, Laurie.
Hello?
Shut up.
- My parents will hear about this one. - Yo, it's me. Hey.
So the Wallaces are finally out of my face.
I just talked to Paul. He's on his way over.
So I'm finishing making the Queen of Sheba her popcorn, and then I will be over.
I have some fun and exciting news for you, so I'll see you in a few minutes.
Okay, bye.
- Guess what, Tommy. - What?
Lindsey Wallace is coming over.
What? She can't come over here!
- What if the guys see her? - So?
One, she's a girl.
Two, she's not a boy.
And three, she smells like you.
This is going to be a long night.
For the both of us.
- Don't start with me. - Uh, uh.
What's the matter with you?
Lindsey... get your coat on.
We're going to go over and see Tommy Doyal.
Okay.
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
Yeah, exactly. I said get your coat on.
We're going over to your late-night lover Tommy Doyal's house.
No, you didn't.
Yes, I did.
No, you didn't.
Don, I'm sorry if I don't sound too concerned,
but a dead coyote and a missing headstone doesn't prove anything.
Well, I think you're wrong, Sheriff.
I think it does prove that he's here in Haddonfield.
It was a Halloween prank.
Kids pull shit like that all the time.
The stone will be returned tomorrow.
And besides, it weighs over half a ton.
That's my point exactly.
So you're saying that one man picked it up and walked away with it?
Yes.
Doc, I may have been born, but I wasn't born yesterday.
I'm sorry, Sheriff, but please listen to me.
This may be a matter of life and death.
All right, I'll tell you what I'll do.
You come by my office tomorrow...
Tomorrow is too late.
Evil is here.
It's walking amongst us.
Doc, it sounds to me like you're talking about the Antichrist.
Well, perhaps I am.
Smell my feet
Give me something good to eat
If you don't, I don't care
I'll pull down Annie's underwear
I can't believe you're making me haul this thing all the way over there.
I can't believe you think I'm not going to tell.
Gonna share some popcorn with your little boyfriend?
No, I'm not.
You know you are.
You know you're going to share something with Paul.
You know how annoying you are?
How?
Trick or treat, smell my feet.
Give me something good to eat
- If you don't, I don't care... - I swear to God, Lindsey.
If you don't stop singing that song,
we're going to have a pumpkin-smashing party
right here in the middle of the street.
Tommy, where's your girlfriend Laurie?
Laurie's not my girlfriend. I hate girls.
Why doesn't anyone understand this?
Good. So does Lindsey.
Go worship your god.
- Hey. - Brought you a present.
Thanks.
You, my dear, will be happy to know
that I talked to Paul about his buddy Ben Tramer.
Oh, I thought you said Ben Tramer was retarded.
Yeah, but he's not Shortbus retarded or anything.
What? He's okay.
- I mean, you need a boyfriend! - Annie, I don't need a boyfriend.
- No, that's not what I meant. - I'm fine.
- You need... - Okay, Annie...
Oh! Oh! Yes!
Yes, Annie!
Okay, ok...
All right, you're right.
I need a boyfriend.
So, what did he say?
He said, and I quote,
"Dude, she's fucking hot. "
- Really? - Uh-huh.
Oh, fuck, that's Paul. I gotta go.
- Have fun. - Thanks, I will.
- Bye, sexy. - Bye.
Hi, baby.
- What's up? - How are you?
I'm good. How are you?
Good.
You have to stop thinking that we're dealing with a normal man here.
We're dealing with a soulless killing machine,
driven by pure animal instinct.
Dr. Loomis, I'm going to have to level with you.
I read your book.
I know exactly who you are, and frankly, I don't like you.
And I'll tell you something else.
I think you have created quite the masterpiece of a monster
off the blood of this town, because monsters sell books.
Please, just look at this photograph on the cover of the book.
All right.
I first met Michael 17 years ago.
When I first met him, he was a sweet, charming little boy.
But he had nothing inside.
There was something missing, a void.
There was no conscience, no reason,
even a rudimentary sense of life or death, right or wrong.
Yeah. He's come back for her.
And who is her?
He's come back for his baby sister.
I know it in my bones, Sheriff.
To do what?
I don't know, Sheriff, but...
it's not good.
If I break a promise I made a long time ago,
then you must promise that you will play it
razor, and I mean razor, straight with me.
Hello. You have reached the Strode residence.
We can't come to the phone right now.
So please leave a message and have a...
Happy Halloweenl
Yeah, this is Sheriff Brackett. Hello?
If you can hear me, pick up.
Please, if you can hear me, I need to talk to you immediately.
Let's go.
- Laurie? - What, Tommy?
I would like to return to the subject we started earlier this evening.
What? Your hatred of peanut butter?
No, the Boogey Man.
I need some closure on this topic.
I've heard all about this.
What do you want to know, Tommy?
Why would he only attack kids who don't believe?
I mean, it doesn't make sense.
Is it because if you believe, then you're protected by his powers?
Okay, Tommy, enough about the Boogey Man.
It's nonsense.
I'm with Tommy on this one.
Yeah. Why do you keep avoiding the subject, Laurie?
Is... Is she scared?
- Maybe she is. - Ooh, yeah.
- Maybe you're scared! - Are you scared?
Okay, stop! Stop!
Leave me alone for five seconds, please.
- Five, four, three... - You guys...
- Okay, please don't. - Two, one.
No! No!
I'm going to tell your parents!
Hey, don't pull it like that. You're going to stretch it all out.
- Come on, munchie. - Stop. This is expensive, idiot.
- You want to fuck me? - Yeah.
- Yeah? - You're so fucking hot, babe.
You want to fuck me? I want to hear you say it.
- I'm gonna fuck you. - Yeah?
Say it again.
It's so fucking warm.
Oh, my...
What's the matter?
Lindsey, it's time for you to go home.
But the movie's not over.
You can finish watching the movie at your house.
- How about during the commercial break? - Negative.
Go get your jacket!
You heard her, girl. Keep on marching.
Ugh! I am Queen Sheba, okay?
- Bow down and worship me. - Go get your jacket.
Are you sure you're okay while I take Lindsey home?
- I'm fine. - Are you sure, little Tommy?
- You'll be by yourself! - I'm fine, now stop asking!
- Are you sure? - Yes!
- He's scared. - No, I'm not.
- Yes, you are. - Shut up.
Okay, you guys. Stop.
Behave, Tommy-Wommy.
About 17 years ago, I respond to a 911
which turned out to be the Myers woman's suicide.
And I see this beautiful, innocent baby sitting in this bloody mess,
and I can't imagine this child growing up with a stigma around her neck,
so I omit her from the report, I drive her to another town,
and drop her off at the nearest emergency room.
And I think that this is going to be the end of it.
About three months later, I find out from a friend of mine,
Mason Strode, that he's adopted the baby.
Oh, my God.
- Cold? - Yeah.
Okay, come here.
- Did you have fun? - Yeah.
You sure?
Yeah.
Annie? We're coming in.
You better be decent.
- Where are the lights? - Here.
Annie!
Oh, my God!
Lindsey, run home!
Go call the police! Go!
Help! Help! Help!
Oh, my God, honey! Are you okay?
Oh, baby, what happened?
- He's in... - I'm going to call the police.
Okay? I promise.
Shit!
- 911. - I need an ambulance, please!
My friend's bleeding to death.
Laurie!
My name is Laurie Strode, and I'm at 1987 Winchester Drive.
We have a 911 call, 1987 Winchester Drive.
This is Brackett.
What's the nature of the emergency and who called it in?
Two-stabbing-victim call placed by a Laurie Strode.
He's found her! He's found her, for God's sake!
- How long's it going to take to get there? - It's about ten minutes.
Laurie!
Please, you've got to help her.
Laurie!
Baby! Baby, hold on, okay? Annie, they're com...
Help!
Help! Please!
Help!
Help! Please!
Help, please! Someone!
Tommy!
Tommy, open the door!
Open the door! Tommy, open the door!
Tommy! Open the door!
Open the door! Tommy! Open the door!
What's going on?
What's happening?
Where's Lindsey, Tommy?
- Where's Lindsey? - She's right there!
- She's upstairs! - I'm right here.
Go upstairs!
Tommy, go upstairs!
Guys, get in the bathroom!
- He's coming! - Stop! Shh!
Tommy, be quiet, please?
I got this. You check upstairs.
Right.
This is the police. Are you all right?
He's out there! Please help us!
The door's locked.
Are you able to unlock the door?
Are you able to open the door?
Yeah.
Laurie, no.
Is he gone?
No, there's no one out here.
Please, just unlock the door.
Yeah, hold on.
- No! - Open the door.
Oh, God!
Freeze!
Aah!
Stay behind me.
Annie?
Sweetie?
Annie.
Annie. Oh, sweetie.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
They'll be here soon. Come on, darling.
Jesus.
Over here!
Inside here!
- Boogey Man! - Help!
Guys, over here!
- The Boogey Man! - What is it?
Help! The Boogey Man!
- What? What? - He's over there!
He took Laurie. He took Laurie away.
Okay, guys.
Go over and stand by that ambulance and just wait there.
Don't move!
Lynda?
Lynda, wake up!
Lynda, wake up, please!
Lynda, wake up!
Lynda, please wake up!
Lynda, please! Please, please, please wake up!
He's going to come soon.
Lynda, wake up, please!
Who are you?
What do you want?
No, no, please.
Please don't hurt us, please!
No, please don't hurt me, please!
I don't understand.
Please, just let... Please leave me alone!
I don't know them! Please!
I want to help you.
I just don't understand.
I want to help you.
I just don't know how.
I want to help you.
I don't...
You motherfucker!
Someone help me!
Shit. Let me out!
Fuck!
Let me out!
Somebody, please help me!
Please! Somebody, please!
Get off! Help me!
Please, please.
Please.
Help! Somebody, please!
No, please, please.
Help! Somebody, please!
Help! Help!
Somebody, please!
Please. Please.
No. No. No.
Shit.
Please! Somebody!
Michael! Stop!
Michael, it's me... Samuel.
Michael, please stop!
Help! Please!
Please! Stop!
Stop! Michael!
Shit.
Help!
Stop!
Please.
Help me, please.
It's all right. It's all right.
You're safe now. It's okay.
Ow, my leg.
It's okay.
It's all right.
Was that the Boogey Man?
As a matter of fact, I do believe it was.
Jesus Christ! What the hell?
Michael, don't!
Michael, stop!
For God's sake, listen to me!
Look... it's not her fault.
Michael, it's my fault.
I failed you.
Please, let her go. Please.
Open!
# Mr. Sandman #
# Bring me a dream #
# Make him the cutest that I've ever seen #
# Give him two lips like roses and clover #
# Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over #
# Sandman #
# I'm so alone #
# Don't have nobody to call my own #
# Please turn on your magic beam #
# Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream #
# Mr. Sandman #
# Bring me a dream #
# Make him the cutest that I've ever seen #
# Give him the word that I'm not a rover #
# And tell him that his lonesome nights are over #
# Sandman, I'm so alone #
# Don't have nobody to call my own #
# Please turn on your magic beam #
# Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream #
# Mr. Sandman #
# Bring us a dream #
# Give him a pair of eyes with a "come-hither" gleam #
# Give him a lonely heart #
# Like Pagliacci #
# And lots of wavy hair like Liberace #
# Mr. Sandman #
# Someone to hold #
# Would be so peachy before we're too old #
# So please turn on your magic beam #
# Mr. Sandman, bring us #
# Please, please bring us #
# Mr. Sandman #
# Bring us a dream #
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