Halloween 666 The Origin by Phil Rosenberg (6 April 1994) (103p) - Text

"HALLOWEEN 666: THE ORIGIN"
By
Phil Rosenberg
6 APRIL, 1994
FADE IN:
EXT. DARK ROAD - NIGHT
Torrential rain hammers this gloomy, RURAL road. No sign of

life for miles. Until
A RED '73 CUTLASS
slices into view.
INT. CUTLASS - MOVING
DANA CHILDRESS, 22, blonde, fresh-faced, beautiful,

negotiates the vehicle through the driving rain... Her
windshield wipers are ineffective...
She appears slightly panicked, her eyes darting to the

rearview every few seconds, as if she fears she's being
followed.. .
Dana's GAS GAUGE has settled into the EMPTY zone...
Fiddling with the RADIO'S AM dial, we hear the eerie chorus

of "Mr. Sandman," when suddenly a portion of a SPECIAL
BULLETIN cuts into the music --
RADIO (O.S.)
... an escaped serial killer,
convicted of the brutal murders of 34
people, was last seen in the vicinity
of - -
But a CRACK of LIGHTNING and a CROAK of THUNDER and the

broadcast is choked off...
Dana's eyes glance back into the rearview...
When, up ahead, like an oasis, there are shining fluorescent

LIGHTS --
A GAS STATION -- !
Dana pulls into the ramshackle building, the attendant bell

clanging her arrival -- v
No one appears for a few beats. And, as Dana is about to get

out of the car.
A MAN
is by her window. He is creepy - long, rain-soaked hair,
mottled skin, eyes aglow with the furies of the insane. He
is clad in a blue jumpsuit, like those worn by both gas
station attendants AND sanitarium patients!
MAN
What'11 it be, sweet thing?
DANA
Uh, four dollars worth, please...
The man pumps the gas, leering at Dana all the while... Dana,
unnerved, attempts to ignore him, plays with the radio.
Through a sea of crackling static:
RADIO (O.S.)
. . . the lunatic, who is described as
a white male--
The signal vanishes once more. Dana looks up --
-- and gives a little start --
-- For the man's idiot grin is at her windshield. But he's

only there to clean it... Windshield washer streaking
across... The man's smile somehow obscene...
The man goes to wash the rear windshield...
But all at once, he's wielding his washer like a baseball bat
and SWINGING IT into the car's side window -- !
Dana screams...
The man is smashing through the window, pummeling at the

car...
Dana is certain she has stumbled upon the escaped maniac --

and he's posing as a gas station attendant!
Dana makes to flee the car, but the man's attack ceases --
For a KITCHEN KNIFE has CLEAVED him cleanly across the THROAT
The man stumbles backwards, blood boiling out of his gashed

gullet -- v
He crumples to the wet ground. Dead.
Only then does Dana turn around to see, in her back seat,
MICHAEL MYERS,
who, it would seem, has been riding with her the whole time.
Myers' Halloween MASK shimmers in the rain, as he rises up,

dark and furious --
And, as the dripping knife begins its malefic descent towards

the screaming Dana, we
CUT TO:
DANA
jerked from sleep. Out of the nightmare.
Not in a Cutlass at all, but in
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
She's bathed in sweat, terrified... Her eyes search the

room. Soft rain patters against her Windows...
Dana looks at her alarm CLOCK - it is just after midnight...
Dana grabs an opened notebook and a pen, from her night

table... Scribbles into the notebook...
CUT TO:
INT. THERAPIST'S OFFICE - DAY
Dana is talking with DR. LESLIE WOOLF, 40ish, dark-haired,

solicitous. Dr. Woolf has Dana's notebook on her lap.
DR. WOOLF
... and that's when you wake up?
Between midnight and one -- ?
DANA
Yes. Always --
DR. WOOLF
I see. And the nightmare is just as
vivid each time -- ?
%
DANA
It seems to be becoming even more so.
DR. WOOLF
These dreams you describe - their
frequency and composition - may very
well be rooted in deeper childhood
wishes and fears. This is very
cotnmon, in fact. Sometimes these
dreams fulfill these wishes --
DANA
I have never wished to be attacked
by a vicious serial killer, Dr.
Woolf.
DR. WOOLF
Your obsession with Michael Myers is
curious... It's always Myers -- ?
DANA
Always. 'l mean, if I'm going to have
to have recurring dreams, why
couldn't they involve Mei Gibson and
a desert island?
\ /
DR. WOOLF
Those dreams can be just as traumatic
upon waking, Dana. Trust me. I
know. / \
She smiles warmly. Dana shrugs...

/ \
DANA
It's just like... He\won't leave me
alone -- \
CUT TO:
INT. CHANNEL 6 OFFICES - CHICAGO
A local NBC affiliate. Dana sits in her office, drinking

coffee and reading REUTERS. Something has caught her eye.
We briefly see the words HADDONFIELD and HALLOWEEN in the

blurb.
ROBERT CLIFTON, early 40s, handsome and affable, in baggy

linen suit and funky necktie, t^ps on her open door, slightly
startling her...
CLIFTON
Sorry. Conference time. You ready
to change the world?
DANA
Absolutely. And maybe we could start
with that tie --
She follows him out, taking the Reuters with her --
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM
A staff meeting. Seven or eight PEOPLE around a table with

the tools of their trade - cigarettes, coffee and
newspapers - scattered before them...
NED BRINKMAN, the balding and pudgy producer, presides...
BRINKMAN
We've got three Special Assignment
slots for November. Let's see if we
can't make 'em good ones... No more
"Cooking Nonfat Brownies With Uncle
Pete... " Okay?
CLIFTON
Sure. But who's gonna break it to
Uncle Pete -- ?
A female reporter - MONICA - speaks up:
MONICA
There's a new cancer wing at Memorial
that might be interesting. Some
prominent specialists from Boston are
working there --
BRINKMAN
Forget it. Worrying about cancer
causes cancer spreads. No more
friggin' cancer stories --
CLIFTON
Let's combine them: "The Nonfat
Brownie As Carcinogen..."
BRINKMAN
(to Clifton)
Very funny. What've you got today?
Move me, Geraldo --
CLIFTON
I thought you'd never ask. There's a
doctor in Buffalo Grove that says he
was practicing assisted suicides ten
years before Kevorkian --
BRINKMAN
And, what, now he wants residual
fees?
CLIFTON
It's a good piece --
BRINKMAN
Acch. Suicide, cancer... I want to
be entertained --
(to Dana)
Dana? How about you? Save me from
this morass of mediocrity --
They all turn to Dana... Clifton issues her a warm,

supportive smile. She fumbles with her newspaper --
DANA
Uh, up in Haddonfield, they're
celebrating Halloween for the first
time since the last murders in 1989.
BRINKMAN
The Myers murders --
DANA
Right. But it's a story about
recovery, I think. Last month's
MONEY MAGAZINE listed Haddonfield as
one of the most liveable town in
America. But many residents are
strongly opposed to the ruling to
reinstate Halloween --
CLIFTON
Murder. Morality. Civic pride. A
town haunted by its unspeakable past.
Very gothic. Titillating without
being tabloid... I like it...
MONICA
We know what you like --
Dana and Clifton ignore Monica's swipe... They are looking at

Brinkman for a verdict...
BRINKMAN
Yeah. Okay. And you take it Dana.
DANA
Me, sir -- ?
BRINKMAN
Why not? Baptism by fire. Are you
up to it -- ?
DANA
Y-yes... Of course --
CLIFTON
I could go with her, boss. Make sure
things run smoothly. Seeing as how
it's her virgin gig in the field --
MONICA
Nice word choice --
BRINKMAN
Sounds like a plan --
Dana is somewhat dazed at this unexpected assignment.

Clifton winks at her --
BRINKMAN (CONT.)
And you might want to contact a Dr.
Sam Loomis. He was Michael Myers'
doctor when all heil broke loose in
Haddonfield. Spent most of the last
30 years chasing Myers...
MONICA
Really? How'd you like to have that
guys dreams. Ouch.
CUT TO:
A WHITE-ROBED FIGURE
wearing a whole-head DEER MASK...
Some kind of CEREMONY... We are in a CELTIC VILLAGE, circa

1000 BC --
INT. VIRTUAL REALITY COMPUTERIZED WORLD
Multi-colored, 3-D sitnulation via computer graphics. A riot

of hues and shadows... A startling phantasmagoria --
The robed figure is brought to ^n ALTAR, festooned with BODY

PARTS, MACES, SCEPTERS, ENTRAILS...
A HIGH PRIEST
presides... He holds a large, jewel-encrusted DAGGER...

He raises the dagger...
A FLASH OF LIGHT
And we SEE the WHITE ROBED FIGURE enter the ceremony hall
again.. A virtual REPLAY of what we've just witnessed...
He's ushered down to the High Priest. And just as the dagger
is raised...
Another FLASH.
And we're back to the scene's BEGINNING...
VOICE (O.S.)
Goddamitt -- !!
CUT TO:
INT. ATTIC
The Virtual Reality USER curses again and dismantles his

apparatus: the TACTILE-SENSOR-EQUIPPED GLOVES and
HEAD-MOUNTED display...
A high-tech COMPUTER SYSTEM is hooked up to the Virtual

Reality apparatus...
HACKER
Come on! Let me through... Let me
through -- !
NEW ANGLE - FILTHY BOOTS
climb the dark STAIRWAY leading up to the attic...
THE HACKER
continues to ride the joystick... Work the toggle...
THE FILTHY BOOTS
approach the STEEL attic door... They open it...
SCREAMS -- !
v
The hacker howls in terror, ripping off his head-mount --
TOMMY DOYLE, 29,
tall, lean, wild-haired.

He turns to face the intruders --
TWO TEENAGERS, 17: MICKEY and BAD NEWS...
MICKEY
Hey, Trembling Tommy -- ! We scare
you -- ?
BAD NEWS
Of course we scare him... He's always
scared. That's why he's Trembling
Tommy --
MICKEY
We're having a party tonight, Tom...
Lots of chicks... We'd appreciate it
if you'd just stay the heil up
here... No start ranting and
raving.. .
BAD NEWS
Like the 4th of July party... I'm
this close to taking Kim Kreshkin
into my room... Trembling Tommy
starts going off about Michael Myers
and the Gods of Harvest and then,
bang!, Kimmy's too spooked to give up
any play at all --
The two kids hoot and howl disappear back down the stairs...
Tommy watches them go... He drops his head-mount, frustrated.
WIDER
we take in most of the ATTIC APARTMENT... And it's a Virtual

SHRINE to Michael Myers lore and legend:
The walls are papered with clippings, photos, laminates

relating to Myers, Haddonfield and Halloween...
Piles of books, papers, computer diskettes. Religious

artifacts, talismans, totems... A true pack-rat's lair...
ANGLE - LAMINATE - from the HADDONFIELD LANDMARK, dated

November 1, 1963 - the headline screaming TODDLER KILLS
SISTER IN REAL-LIFE HALLOWEEN HORROR...
Tommy yanks the DISC out of his COMPUTER DRIVE - it's

entitled SAMHAIN: IN SEARCH OF...
A NOISE FROM OUTSIDE

Tommy goes to the slatted window... Looks down:
FROM TOMMY'S P.O.V.
Mickey and Bad News are getting into a red PICK-UP TRUCK...
Bad News looks up at the attic...
BAD NEWS
Halloween's coming, Tommy! Wooo-ooo!
Bad News bellows horror-movie theme music...
Tommy turns back to his room.
Tommy glances at an old, yellowed PHOTOGRAPH of A YOUNG BOY

and LAURIE STRODE (Jamie Lee Curtis' character from the first
film). They are carving a pumpkin...
Tommy stares at the photo. Somewhat wistful...
And, in AMPLIFIED PRE-LAP, we hear:
TOMMY
(through megaphone)
... Annie Bracket... Robert
Thornton... Linda Yannick...
CUT TO:
EXT. HADDONFIELD - CENTER OF TOWN - PARK - DAY
A light drizzle makes the day brood...
Tommy Doyle is in the park, MEGAPHONE to his mouth...
TOMMY (CONT.)
(megaphoned)
... Jamie Lloyd... Emily Meeker...
Brady Johnson...
A small CROWD has gathered, as Tommy continues to exhort the

names....
TOMMY (CONT.)
(megaphoned)
... Allison Platt... Edward Younis...
Stewart Fry... The victims! They cry
out to you... From their graves...
From a place of darkness... Do not
allow Halloween to return to
Haddonfield... It is an affront to
their memories... They cry out to
you... Stop the madness... Stop the
horror...
A SHERIFF'S CAR pulls up... FLASHES its lights... Gives a

BURP of SIREN...
SHERIFF NORV LITMAN
early 40s, cocksure... steps out of his vehicle...
He walks through the uneasy crowd...
Up to Tommy...
Litman snatches the megaphone out of Tommy's hands...
NORV LITMAN
That's enough, Tommy --
TOMMY
It's not enough... It won't be enough
until you cancel Halloween...
NORV LITMAN
This is the fourth time this week,
Tommy... I don't want to have to lock
you up until November lst...
TOMMY
Lock us all up... Lock the town up...
NORV LITMAN
The neighborhood weirdo shit is
getting old, Tommy... Give it a rest,
huh?
And with that Litman walks back to his cruiser... Tommy's

megaphone in hand... v
The crowd disperses...
Tommy shouts after Norv/the crowd...

TOMMY
You see -- ! You won't be able to
hide! Not when he returns -- ! Not
when he comes home -- !
But no one gives a shit... Show's over...
CUT TO:
INT. DANA'S OFFICE - CHANNEL 6 - NIGHT
Dana is on the phone, listening... Spread out on the desk

before her is a phone book, along with old newspapers, and
books and articles pertaining to the Myers murders...
One of the hardcover books is the Time-Life edition on serial

killers... Ted Bundy sneers from the cover...
DANA
(into phone)
... Uh-huh... So no one has heard
from him in three years... Yes...
You're certain he retired? Okay.
Thanks very much for your time...
She hangs up, disappointed... She starts thumbing mindlessly

through the Time-Life book...
We/she come across the grainy visages of Bundy, Dahmer, Ed

Gein, Henry Lee Lucas, Gacy...
And then Michael Myers...
The first page features a grinning 6-year-old boy...
Dana turns the page --
-- to a SHOT of Michael with his signature MASK on. . .
Dana stares down at it.
The man of her dreams...
She shivers...
A shadow falls across her desk. ^ Startles her.
But it's only Ed Brinkman... Raincoat and briefcase...
BRINKMAN
Walk you to your car - - ?
DANA
Sure --
EXT. CHANNEL 6 - PARKING LOT
Brinkman and Dana walk out...
DANA
I tried to reach Dr. Loomis in
Smith's Grove. They said he
retired...
BRINKMAN
Can't blame him for that. The
question is why he waited so long.
Loomis was Jack Ruby to Myers' Lee
Harvey Oswald. The two will be
linked for eternity. He certainly
deserves a peaceful retirement...
DANA
There's nothing much on Michael
Myers' parents. I was surprised...
BRINKMAN
Don't be. His folks skirted the
press for years... Can't blame them
either. After the shitstorm they
went through. Nope. You're chasing
ghosts on this one, Dana. It's
frustrating... But that's half the
fun --
He climbs into his car. Rolls down the window
BRINKMAN
You'11 be fine... See the promos --
DANA
They're nice --
BRINKMAN
We're gonna run 'em like mad... Get
you a big share for your coming-out
party. Good night, kid --
DANA v
Good night. And Mr. Brinkman - - ?
BRINKMAN
Yeah -- ?
DANA
Thanks
He winks. And drives off...
Dana is alone in the silent parking lot.
A pair of scabby TOMCATS forage in the garbage cans nearby...
The CARBON ARC parking lot NIGHT-LIGHTS CRACKLE TO LIFE...

Illuminating the lot...
... tossing a SHADOW on the wall by Dana...
The shadow of a tall FIGURE --
Dana jerks around. Terrified. And then sees that is is

merely the shadow of a TRANSPONDER and ANTENNAE, which give
the illusion of being man-like...
DANA
Get a grip girl --
It starts to rain. Dana gathers closed the collar of her

coat... She gets into her car. A late-model Honda...
She glances in the backseat in what, we assume, has become a

common practice...
DANA (CONT.)
Get a fuckin' grip --
CUT TO:
EXT. A CORNER TAVERN - NIGHT
Raucous MUSIC. High partying. A banner says: "The Night

Before Halloween Halloween Party!"
And, indeed, through the glassfront window, we can see scores

of costumed REVELERS, hoisting beers and dancing...
Out the front door,
FOUR FRAT GUYS

V
raw-boned and beer-drunk, walk out of the joint. They are
dressed like DROOGS - the nihilistic Street gang from Stanley
Kubrick's A CLOCKWORK ORANGE - bowler hats, canes,
suspenders, jack boots, jock-straps worn on the outside...
DROOG #1
Where to now -- ?
DROOG #2
How 'bout a little in-out, in-out?
They giggle and stagger on down the Street...
EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT
A swirling FOG blankets this filthy Street in a bad section

of town... Boarded up stores, graffiti-scrawled storefronts.
HOMELESS PEOPLE shuffle about listlessly, shivering, foisting

out their change cups...
Our four drunk Droogs pass by
AN ALLEYWAY
A dumpster. RATS scurrying about. One of the Droogs

notices something down the alley's murky length...
DROOG #2
Hold on, mates --
He walks into the alley... His friends follow --
They come to a SLEEPING FORM... A homeless MAN (though we

don't see his face) sleeping on his bed of rubbish.
Newspaper blanket, etc.
DROOG #2
Well, look what we have here?
DROOG #1
Anyone up for a bit of the old
ultra-violence?
DROOG #3
Cool --
Droog #2 pokes a jack booted toe at the slumbering derelict.

The derelict stirs. But sleeps on...
DROOG #1
What was the song they sung?
DROOG #2
I dunno. Something from WEST SIDE
STORY?
DROOG #3
Noooo. It was "Singin' In the Rain!"
DROOG #1
Yes -- !
DROOG #2
Good call --
DROOG #1
(sings)
"I'm singin' in the rain --
And he Iets loose with a furious KICK... Right into the bum's
mid-section...
The bum Iets out a groan...
DROOG #1 (CONT.)
-- just singin' in the rain --
WHUMP! Another kick. This time to the head...
Droog #2 joins in...
DROOG #2
What a glorious feeling --
BRUNKKK! A Cane to the head...
They are going to town on the bum...
Droog #4 doesn't like it...
DROOG #4
Come on, guys... That's enough --
But they ignore him...
DROOG #1
... I'm ha-apppy agai--
Droog #l's cane swing down for a skull shot...
But its downward are is STOPPED...
By a GLOVED HAND... v
Catching it in mid-air. The derelict's hand...
And the derelict RISES... Dark and shambling...

And we go into the familiar SUBJECTIVE P.O.V.
The derelict's P.O.V.
As the strange man snatches the cane from Droog #l's grasp..
And, wielding it like a spear, he DRIVES IT THROUGH Droog

#l's throat. Pinning Droog #1 to the alley wall. Piked.
The derelict turns to Droog #2... Grabs him in a head-lock.

With a single, brutal twitch, he SNAPS the punk's neck...
Droog #3 is horrified... Enraged...
DROOG #3
You killed them! You fuckin' killed
them -- !
The derelict turns to him... And Droog #3 sees his face...
And it must be pretty horrible, because Droog #3 completely

loses his shit...
Droog #4 is backing out of the alley --
DROOG #4
Let's get outta here, Peter -- !
But Droog #3 is frozen in fear...
A RAT
skitters by on the DUMPSTER...
The derelict plucks the greasy rodent from its perch...
DROOG #4
PETER -- !
The derelict holds the rat before Droog #3's face...
Droog #3 jaw drops. Mouth opened.
Perfect.
Because the derelict JAMS THE RAT into Droog #3's MOUTH...
Forcing it into his throat, masfcing it into his face...
Crushing both the vermin and the victim...
Now the derelict turns to Droog #4...

But Droog #4 is tearing out of the alleyway. Urine stain
spreading over his Droogie white pants and jock...
And now we HEAR the LABORED BREATHING...
And we realize just who the derelict is...
Our old friend.
Michael Myers.
CUT TO:
INT. APARTMENT HOUSE - CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Dana walks down the shadowy hallway. She carries groceries.
She Iets herself into an apartment with a key...
INT. APARTMENT
A TV is on. The room bathed in blue and white. The

abundance of chintz tells us these are not Dana's digs.
Trinkets and bric-a-brac everywhere. Plasticine covers on

the furniture. This is an old lady's pad --
Dana goes into the tiny kitchen. Begins to unpack the

bundles. She shouts into the TV room...
DANA
It's me... I brought you some stuff.
I brought you some cranberry juice.
Some bread. Rice. And, since you've
been a good girl, some white
chocolate...
She brings it into the living room. To where her 84-year-old

GRANDMOTHER - white-haired, cardigan sweater slung over bony
shoulders - sits in an overstuffed easy-chair and watches
"Wheel of Fortune."
We should also notice Grammy's MOLE - a dark brown knob,

perhaps the size of a nickel - on the side of her nose...
Dana kisses the old lady on one dry cheek...
DANA (CONT.)
Want a piece?
GRAMMY
No thank-you...
Dana sits by her grandmother. Takes her hand. Grammy
gestures to the TV, to Pat on "The Wheel."
GRAMMY (CONT.)
Mr. Pat Sajak. I teil you. He
really does it for me --
DANA
Grammy -- !
GRAMMY
I'd like to buy him a vowel --
DANA
Are you purposely trying to be
scandalous -- ?
GRAMMY
Oh, poo. You yourself could do with
some scandalous behavior. You should
do a lot less working and a lot more
flirting and maybe you wouldn't have
to spend all your nights sitting with
an old lady...
DANA
I like sitting with you --
GRAMMY
What about the fellow at the station?
Roger?
DANA
Robert.
GRAMMY
What about him?
DANA
I think he's too old --
GRAMMY
Don't think of it as old. Think of
it as well-versed. Seasoned --
DANA
Yeah, well. We're ju§t friends.
Dana notices something on the doo-dad-crowded bureau -
Dana walks over and picks it up... it's a FIGURINE - a

masked SOLDIER wielding a spear...
DANA
What's this?
GRAMMY
Nothing. Just another bauble. A
gift from one of my gentleman callers
But Grammy seems a bit jazzed at Dana handling the thing...
GRAMMY
Put it down now and come over here --
Dana goes back to Grammy. She sighs and opens the bar of
white chocolate. Nibbles a piece. Grammy shouts at the
puzzle on The Wheel: "MD ON A NU " --
GRAMMY
Madison Avenue, you dodo -- !
ANGLE - The Figurine. Standing guard.
INT. GRAMMY'S APARTMENT - ELEVATOR
Dana waits for the old-fashioned cage-and-cable elevator...
When it stops at her floor, she slides open the door and
steps in --
-- only to bump into Michael Myers -- !
His mask mocking her fear...
She shrieks...
But then we see that it is only a gaunt OLD MAN in a shabby

suit...
OLD MAN
Did I spook you, love -- ?
CUT TO:
INT. HOMELESS SHELTER
A place right out of Dickens. 600 beds. All filled. The

air is alive with a cacophony o£ retching and moaning sounds
MEN spew gibberish and rock with DTs. Water, trickling into
a drain, is stained with blood. One GUY passes out and fall
forward, his head hitting the floor like a melon. He is
ignored.
An old console TV, its vertical hold broken, broadcasts some
mindless sitcom to an audience of filthy, sleeping men...
The familiar LABORED BREATHING announces an arrival...
NEW ANGLE
Michael Myers has entered the shelter. Homeless MEN nod to

him and look away... He is a regular here...
Something on the TV catches his attention...
Myers goes to it, SHOVING a young RAGMAN out of the way...
ANGLE - TV. It is a Channel 6 promo... For the "Halloween in

Haddonfield" spots...
ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
... Halloween returns to Haddonfield,
a town whose gaping wounds have
finally healed. The question locals
are asking is, what else will
return with Halloween? All next
week, join Channel 6's Dana
Childress, for a 6-Team Special
Assignment Report from Haddonfield...
ON SCREEN: Dana. Ann Taylor outfit. Looking smart and

assured.
ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
... a town where "Fear Has A
Homecoming... "
Michael's breathing increases...
The Ragman is back in his face...
RAGMAN
Whyn't you have some manners,
pal -- ?
The Ragman shoves Michael. Michael takes the Ragman's hand

and snaps his wrist like a week-old baguette...
Michael storms out of the shelter.
Leaving the Ragman to writhe on the floor...
CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT
Tommy Doyle is at the front desk, a BOX of chocolates in

hand... The NURSE ON-DUTY sits before him...
TOMMY
Could you please teil me what floor
Dr. Sam Loomis' office is on -- ?
The nurse gives him a funny look --
NURSE
"Office?" I never heard it called
that before --
TOMMY
I'd like to see him, please --
NURSE
Then why don't you check with his
"secretary?"
She cracks herself up. Tommy is confused...
TOMMY
I need to see the doctor --
NURSE
Don't we all -- ?
TOMMY
Teil me: is "smug" a job requirement
around here?
The nurse looks at him. Cold. Scans a list.
NURSE
He's on the third floor of the Cox
Wing. Room 345.
TOMMY
Thank-you...
Tommy heads for the elevators...
NURSE
(to herselfi,
Smug on that, sucker --
INT. ELEVATOR - COX WING - THIRD FLOOR
It dings open. Tommy steps out --

The corridors are dimly-lit... The banks of fluorescents wink
on and off, casting Rorschach shadows on the walls...
The first thing we see is a bald, leering PATIËNT,

body-surfing on a hospital gurney, directly at Tommy/Us. His
tongue lags down onto his chin...
Tommy passes ROOMS, doors open - various PATIENTS of all

shapes and sizes, cavort about, dressed in stained hospital
whites...
Lazy-eyed, grinning, acne-ridden, moaning...
The third floor is the MENTAL WARD. The badly-run mental

ward. It is a hotbed of lunacy. SCREAMS ring out...
But, somehow worse than the screams is the GIGGLING. High,

sweet, madman giggling...
Tommy comes up to
ROOM 345
and steps in. And there sits
DR. SAM LOOMIS, 71.
Withered and pale, he channel-surfs with his REMOTE CONTROL.

Loomis wears the hospital shirt/pants UNIFORM of a patiënt --
Tommy knocks softly on his open door...
TOMMY
Dr. Loomis?
Loomis nods. Tommy enters, a little afraid --
TOMMY (CONT.)
I'm sorry to bother you, sir. I know
it's late...
LOOMIS
Who are you?
TOMMY
I, uh, my name is Tommy Doyle, sir.
From Haddonfield --
This perks Loomis up a bit... Worry in his eyes...

LOOMIS
I've suffered two heart attacks,
young man. You don't want to assist
on a hat trick, do you? Haddonfield?
From behind Tommy, in the hallway, an old sickly MAN shuffles

along the corridor, an IV tree his only companion... The man
chatters to an invisible enemy...
OLD MAN
Take that, MacGraw... ! Take that,
you foolish fiend... Take that!
TOMMY
What are you doing in here?
LOOMIS
Odd isn't it? I spent nearly all of
my life caring for the insane, only
to join their ranks in the end...
TOMMY
What happened?
LOOMIS
Too many damned demons. This --
(taps his head)
-- become the site of too many damn
coffee klatches for too many damn
demons...
(beat)
Haddonfield, huh?
TOMMY
I - I was the little boy Laurie
Strode saved 16 years ago tomorrow...
Saved from Michael Myers...
At even the sound of his name, Loomis appears visibly

discomfited...
LOOMIS
The little Doyle boy. You've grown.
How ever did you find me?
TOMMY
Sheriff Meeker, sir -\
LOOMIS
Of course. Ben has his own damn
demons, doesn't he? Poor bastard's
starting to sound an awful lot like
I used to --
TOMMY
Well, they're bringing Halloween back
to town tomorrow night. I don't know
if you've heard. They voted on it a
couple of weeks ago..
A growling SNORE from Loomis' roommate interrupts us for a

second...
TOMMY (CONT.)
I'm scared, Dr. Loomis. I mean, they
never found the Lloyd girl... Or
Michael's body. Five cops were
blasted to pieces... What if it
happens again?
LOOMIS
Time hasn't healed all your wounds,
has it, Tommy? But the little Lloyd
girl was the last one. The last
living blood relative. Unless
there's another sealed file out there
somewhere - and God knows, the Myers
family has more sealed files than the
damned Warren Commission. Let that
be a lesson to all those new family
value types. Don't ever hide the
truth from your children...
A banshee SCREECH from down the hall... Followed by an

insistent CACKLING...
LOOMIS (CONT.)
A fellow could go insane in this
joint
TOMMY
I guess I'm still afraid of the
Boogeyman. All these years later.
LOOMIS,.
Michael's not one of us, Tommy.
Never was, never will be. I put a
half-dozen bullets into him point
blank... Yet still he rosé...
TOMMY
I've been researching the Festival of
Samhain, sir. The Feast of Life In
Death. The Celtic New Year. Death
of Summer. What became Halloween...
I think it's somehow linked...
LOOMIS
The death of summer, indeed. Michael
knows about Samhain... I've always
believed that. But to what end?
TOMMY
Cursed bloodlines, that sort of thing
LOOMIS
It's mere mythology,- I've gone that
route a hundred times over. Michael
kills on Halloween, thus the Samhain
ceremony of All Hallowed Eve is to be
blamed? If Michael carried out his
insane depredations on Thanksgiving,
who would we take to task then? The
Pilgrims?
Loomis goes to an old shoebox... Takes something from it.
It is a FIGURINE. Like that in Dana's grandmother's flat

The bronze soldier with the spear...
LOOMIS (CONT.)
Perhaps you should take this --
TOMMY
What is it -- ?
LOOMIS
A talisman. A gris-gris. A charm.
I don't know actually. I just know
that I'm much more comfortable when
I'm in it's presence... And I think
you may be as well...
TOMMY
You could come with me. To town.
Just for tomorrow --
LOOMIS
I'm tired, son. Devoting my life to
the darkness has placed a shroud on
my soul. A shadow. You're on your
way there as well. You're a young
man. Go out and buy some blue jeans.
Meet a girl. Dance on the beach.
Put all this behind you --
Beat.
TOMMY
I can't do that, sir.
Beat. Loomis nods.
LOOMIS
I know you can't, son.
Beat. They stare at each other through the gloom --
LOOMIS (CONT.)
I'd like to help you. Really, I
would. But the cudgel is just too
damned heavy for this old man. It
needs younger bones to heft it --
He offers Tommy a regretful smile...
Tommy looks afraid. Very afraid.
And from down the hall, the madmen SHRIEK...
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EXT. NEWS 6 VAN - MOVING - HIGHWAY - DAY
The van's driver, ANDY, pudgy and bespectacled, keeps her at

a nice legal 55...
INT. REAR OF THE VAN
The front of the van is separated from the rear by a WALL of

ELECTRONIC EQUIPMENT...
In the rear with the gear, are Dana, Robert Clifton, TONY,
the gonzo sound guy, and BLAKE, tthe wise-ass cameraman...
Dana is poring over a MAP of Haddonfield and scribbling notes

onto a clipboard... She is dressed in a smart sweater and
skirt...
CLIFTON
Nervous -- ?
DANA
A little, yeah --
CLIFTON
You teil your Grandmother about the
assignment?
DANA
I didn't want to worry her...
Tony is perusing Dana's literature on Michael --
TONY
If anyone was an argument for the
death penalty, you got to figure it
was this guy --
BLAKE
I'd still like to see Arsenio Hall go
first...
He pops a TAPE into a VIDEO PLAYER --
BLAKE (CONT.)
Check this shit out --
He pops a TAPE into a VIDEO PLAYER...
ANGLE - THE MONITOR - On it we see a reconstitutded

two-dimensional IMAGE of a BRAIN cross-section...
TONY
What is that -- ?
BLAKE
A CAT-scan. That's a brain... But
not just any brain...
CLIFTON
Who's brain -- ?
Dana snatches the notes from Blake...
DANA v
It's Michael Myers' brain... Blake,
stop fooling around --
BLAKE
Oh, I'm sorry. I don't mean to make
fun of the whacko --
Tony studies the images on the monitor...
TONY
What am I seeing -- ?
Color is added to the image... Highlighting tissue density...
DANA
Not much. The CAT-scans never
revealed anything - no brain damage
or hormonal imbalances. No genetic
irregularities at all.
The CAT-scan builds sections, until the brain appears almost

three-dimensional...
BLAKE
Yet he kills at least 44 people along
the way. A world record. No genetic
imbalances... Just a garden variety
nutcase
ANGLE - The CAT-scan... Michael's BRAIN... Innocuous-looking

enough..
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EXT. CHANNEL 6 VAN - MOVING
The van takes it right on into Haddonfield proper --
Passing a SIGN that reads: WELCOME TO HADDONFIELD. HOME OF

THE HUSKERS. 'Though someone has scribbled over HUSKERS in
red paint and scrawled the words MICHAEL MYERS...
A MAN is scrubbing off the graffiti with a large sponge.
The van pulls into HARDY'S, a small Mom & Pop store with a
dirt parking lot...
Dana and the crew enter
INT. HARDY'S
Typical sundry shop... An impressive array of beef jerky in

plastic decanters... A sign says: "MOM'S BURIED BUT WE'VE
GOT POP ON ICE" before a tub of sodas...
HARDY LOMAX, 64, the balding proprietor - all ear and nostril
whiskers, is servicing a few last minute Halloween SHOPPERS.
Behind the counter, another SIGN says: SHOP 'N CHOP -

OFFICIAL HALLOWEEN PROPERTIES...
CLIFTON
This kook looks like he could give us
sotne killer sound bites, Dana.
Comeon, Blake --
Clifton exits, taking Blake with him. Dana trains her eyes
on the rubber (MICHAEL MYERS) MASKS displayed behind the
counter...
There's various Halloween MEMORABILIA: plastic butcher

knives, maps, videotapes, books, FANGORIA magazines and
blood-spattered t-shirts bearing the legend "I SPENT
HALLOWEEN IN HADDONFIELD AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY
T-SHIRT. AND THIS SLASHED CAROTID!!"
Also, we should note the three EVIL MASKS featured in

HALLOWEEN 3 - the PUMPKIN, WITCH, and SKULL...
Clifton returns with a microphone and Blake has his camera.
DANA
Excuse me, sir. I'm Dana Childress
from Channel 6, Chicago --
Lomax shakes her hand. Nodding to the camera --
HARDY LOMAX
Hardy Lomax... Owner/operator -
Lomax' Route 15...
Hardy, excited at the sudden attention, folds down the few

remaining wisps of his hair.
DANA
We're in town today for a feature on
Haddonfield and its controversial
decision to celebrate Halloween after
the 5-year respite. Sir, can you
teil us what you are selling behind
the counter there?
Lomax chuckles and moves back to where all hxs Halloween

merchandise is.. .
HARDY LOMAX
You want it, I got it. Take a good
look-see. It's all here, 'cept for
the body parts --
Sniggering, he pulls down a Myers mask and foists it directly

towards the camera...
HARDY LOMAX (CONT.)

These babies here, they're selling
like the devil. Some of the uptights
in town are all sore about it, but
what the heil? Never been a lousy
rubber mask that got anybody into
trouble, has there
DANA
Are you a resident of Haddonfield,
sir?
HARDY LOMAX
32 years now. I've seen it all and
done most of it... We got these
too --
He takes out a package of SERIAL KILLER CARDS - The Michael

Myers one is a cheesy rendering of Michael carving up a human
head like a pumpkin...
HARDY LOMAX (CONT.)

A mint Myers is worth just as much
as an '87 Bundy or a '92 Jeffrey
Dahmer... Who needs Mickey Mantle's
Rookie Card, anyway -- ?
Lomax chortles into his fist, which soon turns into an ugly
COUGH. So Hardy fires up a filterless Lucky...
DANA
Very interesting, sir --
Lomax picks up a PLASTIC KNIFE...
HARDY LOMAX (CONT.)

We got these here fake knives, too...
So's you can stab your buddies
without hurtin' 'em --
He demonstrates on a CANTALOUPE... Only the knife is QUITE

REAL... An it slices cleanly through the fruit...
Lomax is shocked -
HARDY LOMAX (CONT.)
That's weird --
BLAKE
Maybe it needs new batteries --
Dana gives Blake a "shut your hole" look --
Lomax sticks the knife under the counter, out of harm's way.
DANA
How do you feel about the town
bringing back a holiday that's
associated with so many deadly
memories? Memories of Michael Myers?
Lomax snickers...
HARDY LOMAX
I'm too old to be believing in
ghosts, honey. No offense or
nothin'. But when you get to be my
age, there's only two things that
scare you: the morning movement and
misplacing the TV GUIDE.
He opens the cash register... Takes out several bills - a

twenty, a five, a ten...
HARDY LOMAX
Nope. The only ghosts I believe in,
doll, are the ghosts of Andrew
Jackson, Abe Lincoln, Alexander
Hamilton...
He chuckles and waves the paper money at them...
Dana finds the old coot a bit unsettling...
DANA
Thank-you for your time, Mr. Lomax.
HARDY LOMAX
Okee-doke. And Happy Halloween --
EXT. HARDY'S
The crew pile back into the van'! . .

CLIFTON
There's your first Haddonfield
resident who's truly "recovered,"
wouldn't you say?
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INT. DEPARTMENT STORE - HADDONFIELD CENTER - DAY
Throngs of giddy YOUNGSTERS and their PARENTS form long lines

at the registers, toting costumes and candy...
EXT. DEPARTMENT STORE
Across the Street, Sheriff Litman stands by his cruiser with

our old friend BEN MEEKER, 59, former Sheriff of Haddonfield.
They watch as hordes of kids and their folks exit the big
store and trundle out to waiting Volvos, Saabs, Beemers...
BEN MEEKER
It scares me just watching 'em, Norv.
Most of 'em don't know Michael Myers
from Michael Jordan --
NORV LITMAN
But their parents know they've both
retired, Ben. You should've gotten
your worried ass on the Board of
Selectmen. A vote's a vote.
BEN MEEKER
How many members of that board lost
children to Michael Myers? Answer me
that.
NORV LITMAN
True. But most who did left town
long ago. You didn't. I know how
you must feel, Ben, but it's a dead
issue...
Meeker glances at him. Unfortunate choice of words... They

watch the kids, giddy with trick-or-treat anticipation...
NORV LITMAN (CONT.)

Look at 'em... They'r^ bustin' out.
That's what this is about, Ben. It's
about kids... It's for the kids...
BEN MEEKER
Teil that to the little Lloyd girl.
She's still doing the milk carton
circuit and we're shoving Halloween
down everyone's throat...
We see the Channel 6 News VAN pass them...
Litman gets into his cruiser...
NORV LITMAN
It's all in the past now, Ben --
BEN MEEKER
Says you
Litman shakes his head and drives off... Meeker walks toward
Town Hall...
EXT. TOWN HALL - DAY
A small gathering of PROTESTERS - most of them middle-aged -

mill about in front of Town Hall, carrying signs and placards
decrying the reinstatement of Halloween...
The signs: "LET US PRAY FOR THE VICTIMS" "DON'T LIFT THIS
BAN, T00!" "DEATH LIVES IN HADDONFIELD" "HADDONFIELD'S
FAVORITE SON - A KILLER?" "EXECUTE JUSTICE NOT PEOPLE"
Dana and the crew set up a shot in the foreground of the

protest....
NEW ANGLE - From a SUBJECTIVE P.O.V. someone is watching

Dana.. .
The observer moves closer... Closer...
DANA
In Haddonfield, 31 years ago tonight,
Michael Myers scarred the face of
Halloween forever. But three decades
after the trick-or-treating turned
afoul, and five years after Myers'
last murderous visit, this affluent
town of 21,000 is reborn again. And
tonight, after a five year Halloween
hiatus, the trick-or-treating will
begin anew, courtesy of a Town
Council ruling. But, as you can see
behind me, not everyone thinks this
is a very good idea --
QUICK SHOTS OF INTERVIEWS:
HEAVYSET WOMAN
My son Brady was killed 5 years ago
tonight. Out of respect for him and
the others, the ban should remain in
effect.
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WOMAN WITH CHILD

Our house will be off-limits for
trick-or-treaters. Some of us have
decided to burn candles in the
Windows in memorial... Five years
isn't five hundred years...
CUT TO:
MIDDLE-AGED COUPLE
It's these new folks come to town,
with their BMWs and their car phones
and their suspenders. They don't
know what they're doing... What
they're summoning --
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OLD MAN
Halloween, shmalloween. It's all
about candy sales...
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BAD NEWS
It's like "get a life, huh?" Grown
men and women afraid of ghosts?
Maybe Myers is gonna bring Bigfoot,
Nessie and Elvis with him... Now
that'd be rockin' --
Our SUBJECTIVE P.O.V. of Dana is now inches from her
She turns, colliding into
TOMMY DOYLE
sending the stacks of books he carries to the ground.
DANA
Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry --
Dana bends to help him gather his books. She notices their
TITLES - books about cultural mythology, the occult, Celtic
ritual...
TOMMY
You should be careful not to get too
close to your story here. Shit
happens in Haddonfield. I've seen
it.
Dana nods. And walks away... Tommy follows her... Grabs her
shoulder...
TOMMY (CONT.)
I'm Tommy Doyle. I'm the oldest
survivor of Michael Myers. I knew he
was the Boogeyman then. Nothing has
happened since to make me believe
otherwise...
DANA
You want to be on TV? I can arrange
that --
TOMMY
That's not it. .. I just want to live
to see tomorrow --
Dana regards him. His eyes frightened... But then Clifton is

there
CLIFTON
Problem, Dana -- ?
Dana looks at Tommy. There's an earnestness there, behind the

panic...
DANA
No. Thanks, Robert --
A DISTURBANCE NEARBY
It is FATHER CARPENTER (the priest from HALLOWEEN 4), and

he's ranting from the steps of Town Hall --
FATHER CARPENTER
Damnation knows no vacation! Is it
safe to babysit in Haddonfield again?
Think again -- !
He leers his toothless grin... Playing for Blake's camera

FATHER CARPENTER (CONT.)
But you can't fight city hall -- !
He turns. And he's looking right at Dana... Rheumy eyes

boring into her --

Been dreaming lately, sweet thing?
They come true this time of year --
Ben Meeker and a few other TOWNFOLK hustle the crazy old man
away...
CLIFTON
Old creep thought he knew you --
Dana is shaken up... Clifton takes her hand...
DANA
I hate this town --
She looks around for Tommy Doyle...
But he is gone.
CLIFTON
We've got what we need here. Meeker
gave me some names of some of the
older survivors. We'11 go talk to
them...
The crew head back for the van...
DANA
Does the name Tommy Doyle mean
anything to you?
CLIFTON
Nope. Who's that?
DANA
I don't know --
Dana climbs into the front of the van... The rest of them in
the back. Andy drives off...
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EXT. HADDONFIELD STREET - DUSK
A residential neighborhood.
A YOUNG GIRL, 11, wheels her INFANT sibling in a BABY
CARRIAGE, up the sidewalk fronting her house.
Suddenly, the carriage SLAMS into a pair of LEGS...
Muddy BOOTS wedge the carriage's WHEELS...
The infant cries...
The young girl stares up at MICHAEL (whose face we still

don't see). Transfixed...
YOUNG GIRL
Excuse me --
She looks at his face... Blinks...
YOUNG GIRL (CONT.)

Are you okay -- ?
Nothing from Michael.
The young girl, a little scared now, guides the carriage out
of the way...
She wheels it further down the sidewalk...
She turns to look back to where he stood..
Only he is gone...
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EXT. HADDONFIELD CEMETERY - NIGHT
Mickey and Bad News, Tommy's housemates, pull up to the

outskirts of the cemetery in their red pick-up...
With them is WENDY, a 17-year-old blond all attitude and

ripped jeans...
They are killing the rest of a joint, cranking the new

Scorpions tape...
WENDY
This is like so creepy here --
mickey'1
Never got stoned in a graveyard
before? Works every time --
Mickey backs the truck up...

The pick-up's bed is equipped with an ELECTRIC CABLE WINCH...
Bad News leaps from the truck and takes one end of the
steel-reinforced winch-cable, bringing it over to a
HEADSTONE
cold blue granite... Bad News secures the cable around the
headstone, cinching tight the metal clasp...
WENDY
This is so wrong --
MICKEY
The key to a good bash is
decorations. Balloons and streamers
just don't cut it on Halloween --
BAD NEWS
Kick it, bro -- !
Mickey hits the winch-toggle. With a whirr and a hum, the

spool rotates, the cord pulled taut...
And the headstone is LIFTED from the grave...
Bad News steadies the marker, as it is yanked aloft --
Mickey lowers the winch, lowers the headstone...
It settles heavily into the pick-up's bed...
Mickey and Bad News high-five... Wendy frowns...
WENDY
You guys are seriously twisted --
They pile back into the pick-up...
ANGLE: THE HEADSTONE.
And we get our first look at its INSCRIPTION:
It is JUDITH MYERS' HEADSTONE --
The pick-up tears off, spraying sod... The kids laugh...
Leaving the GAPING HOLE where the gravestone had been planted
We MOVE TO THE MAW and, perhaps faintly, we can HEAR the

SOUNDS.
The sounds of a LEGION. The sounds of the damned.
And a TEARING SOUND... A FISSURE FORMING...
SEVERAL SHAFTS OF LIGHT SPIROCHETTE FROM THE HOLE...
But before we have time to even consider this. We've
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INT. HARDY'S - NIGHT
Lomax is closing up for the night. Cashing out...
Most of the lights have been turned off...
The door BELL rings, signaling the arrival of a customer, and

Lomax shakes his head at the late patron...
HARDY LOMAX
We're closed, Mister. Sorry...
Cue the HEAVY BREATHING. Uh-oh.
HANDS reach out for a display of BARBECUE ACCOUTREMENTS.
A long twin-tined barbecue FORK is selected...
Lomax watches as the stranger approaches...
HARDY LOMAX (CONT.)

Which word didn't you understand,
fat-ass? "Closed?" "Mister?" Or
"Sorry?" Cos I'm withdrawin' the
"Sorry."
Michael is at the counter...
Lomax picks up a stone PAPER WEIGHT next to the register --
Michael grabs Lomax with one mighty arm...
With the other, he IMPALES the long BARBECUE FORK all the way
THROUGH THE BACK of Lomax's HEAD, and out his MOUTH --
Where it harpoons and extrudes ^omax's dripping DENTURES --
Lomax drops like a homesick brick.
Michael looks at the MASK DISPLAY...

He picks up a FREDDY KRUEGER MASK...
Casts it aside.
Picks up a JASON MASK...
Casts it aside.
At last, he pulls down one of the signature "Michael Masks."
He tears off the price tag and puts it on...
He turns to us...
The fit is still good after all these years...
Michael ambles out of the store...
Party time...
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INT. CHANNEL 6 VAN - MOVING
Dana sits with Andy...
As the van cruises through Haddonfield, Dana takes in its

pretty tree-lined streets... Healthy lawns, nice cars, white
picket fences...
Carved Jack-O'Lanterns grin their rictus grins on the front

steps of most of the homes...
ANDY
Norman Rockwell himself would've
found this town a snooze --
Dana ignores him... Watching the sights...
ANDY
I used to love Halloween myself. I'd
trick-or-treat till my ankles were
swollen.... Then go home and watch
old horror flicks with my brother.
NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD. You ever
see that one, Dana? A classic.
i
DANA
I missed it
ANDY
Were they better off in the
basement or the upstairs... the
quintessential horror movie
question...
DANA
And maybe a metaphor for something
even larger, don't you think?
Andy looks at her, puzzled. He frowns...
ANDY
Uh. I dunno --
Dana smiles.
DANA
So? What was the answer?
ANDY
What was the question?
DANA
Were they better off in the basement
or the upstairs?
ANDY
They were better off dead --
Andy laughs... But then he SLAMS ON THE BRAKES...
For the crazed PRIEST - FATHER CARPENTER has stepped out in

the middle of the Street, into the van's path...
The old fellow stares at them, eyes bright, as he walks by..
FATHER CARPENTER
Trick or treee-aaatttt... !
Andy drives off...
ANDY
Dumb prick
DANA
I really hate this to^n...
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INT. DOYLE HOUSE - NIGHT

Tommy comes into the house...
Mickey and Bad News are hanging decorations... Crepe

PUMPKINS... Paper witches... Balloon goblins...
Tommy stops short... He sees
THE HEADSTONE
The Judith Myers headstone... Propped high up against one

wall (not unlike it appeared over P.J. Soles' head in the
first HALLOWEEN)... The most garish decoration of all...
TOMMY
What are you guys doing?
BAD NEWS
What?
TOMMY
What's that doing here -- ?
MICKEY
Decoration, man... Isn't it the tits?
TOMMY
Put it back --
MICKEY
Blow me
TOMMY
Put it back...
BAD NEWS
Yo, Trembling Tommy - go back up to
your hovel and do what you do best:
(mimes masturbatory
gestures)
Yank the crank --
MICKEY
Pull the Chain --
BAD NEWS
Shoot pudding at the moon --
MICKEY ^
Make the bald man puke --
Tommy takes one last frightened glance at the headstone and

makes for his attic...
Mickey and Bad News' taunts follow him...
BAD NEWS (O.S.)

Kill some babies --
MICKEY (O.S.)
Beat the bishop --
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EXT. MYERS HOUSE
A gross, incongruous eyesore. Overgrown lawn. Crabgrass.

Frost-heaved flagstones. Peeled paint the pallor of a dying
man's skin...
The van pulls up in front...
ANDY
Here we are. The Myers house. Home
of the free and de-praved...
Dana regards the wicked domicile. She shivers reflexively.
DANA
Lovely...
INT. MYERS HOUSE
A rotting, vile place. Festering piaster. We can

practically smell the rat droppings. The mildew. The rank.
The crew enters...
They begin to set up shop...
ANGLE - SUBJECTIVE P.O.V.
Someone is watching them...
And he's coming closer...
The sagging floorboards CREAK --
A HAND reaches out for Dana --
Startling her... ^
NEW ANGLE - It is only BEN MEEKER...
his service revolver in hand...

DANA
Mr. Meeker -- ?
BEN MEEKER
Hullo.
CLIFTON
What are you doing here?
BEN MEEKER
Standing guard. Keeping the watch.
I do it every year. Just in case he
returns...
He goes to one boarded-up window and watches as Halloween

PASSERSBY make their rounds...
Meeker looks and sounds absolutely haunted. The crew look at

each other. Chilled.
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EXT. STREETS OF HADDONFIELD - SAME
The trick-or-treating has commenced in full now...
And many of the youths are sporting Michael Myers masks...
PARENTS are accompanying their CHILDREN, mostly fathers...
Per Halloween etiquette, the fathers wait on the sidewalks

bordering the houses while their kids gather in candy at the
front doors...
We see ONE of the Yuppie fathers talking on a FLIP-PHONE, as

his child sidles up to a house...
FATHER
(into phone)
Hey, hon... Yeah, it's going fine...
Sure...
A few HOUSES on the Street have CANDLES burning in their

Windows... The Vigil... Trick-or-treaters ignore these homes
respectfully, and walk on...
Some pass the Channel 6 van. Parked outside the MYERS

HOME. . .
CUT TO:
INT. MYERS HOME
Ben Meeker is talking into Blake's camera...
BEN MEEKER
I lost my daughter to Michael Myers.
Five years ago tonight. My wife and
I... We've got to subject ourselves
to all these little kids running
around town in his mask, for God's
saké. It's like being stabbed in the
back for a second time --
Blake turns off the camera...
DANA
That was fine, Mr. Meeker. Thank
you. And I'm sorry
Meeker nods...
EXT. MYERS HOUSE
Blake and Tony load some of their gear into the van
Andy sits up front, reading a Lovecraft paperback..
BLAKE
I think I would rather murder my
sister than live in a dump like
this...
Some TRICK-OR-TREATERS caper by, waving at the crew
Wearing Michael Myers masks...
TONY
Where to now -- ?
BLAKE
Give you a clue: a creepy place full
of a lot of dead guys --
TONY
Great! We're going to my father's
poker night -- .
CUT TO:
EXT. HADDONFIELD CEMETERY - NIGHT
Dark and silent. The empty space where Judith Myers' marker
stood smiles like the black mouth of doom...
WE MOVE ACROSS the stones and crucifixes, eternity's

sentinels... AND MOVE TO THE
CARETAKER'S HOUSE
at the outskirts of the boneyard...
INT. CARETAKERS'S HOUSE
GEORGE HOPKINS, 47, overweight, watches from a window, as the
CHANNEL 6 VAN
pulls up to Judith Myers' gravesite
Hopkins opens a drawer and removes his REVOLVER, sticking it

beneath his belt...
INT. CARETAKER'S HOUSE - KITCHEN
BEVERLY HOPKINS, 43, is putting potatoes into a FOOD

PROCESSOR, doing a little russet origami...
The doorbell RINGS...
INT. HALLWAY OF THE HOUSE
Hopkins services the ghoulishly-clad YOUNGSTERS from the big

BOWL of CANDY resting beside the front door...
HOPKINS
Bev, I'm goin' out for a sec. I
think we've got some real-life
hobgoblins in the yard.
EXT. CARETAKER'S HOUSE
Hopkins exits his house...
After he's gone,
We take the SUBJECTIVE P.O.V. From the side of the

caretaker's house --
We watch as the TV crew cliirib out of the van and head into
the cemetery...
And George Hopkins marches toward them...
And then --
MICHAEL MYERS
steps out from the shadows of the Hopkins home...
INT. CEMETERY
They are trekking for Judith Myers' grave... Clifton has a

map that divides the cemetery into sectors...
DANA
Robert, I don't think this is really
necessary...
BLAKE
Come on, Dana... This is too cool for
school -- !
DANA
This is tabloid territory. Blake, is
what it is. If it were up to you,
we'd be filming re-enactments of the
murders.
BLAKE
That's what the people want to see.
I'm just one of the people --
CLIFTON -
It won't take 5 minutes, Dana. We
don't have to use it. It's still
early. How many of his victims are
buried here, anyway?
DANA
Six.
And counting...
CUT TO:
INT. CARETAKER'S HOUSE
The DOORBELL RINGS. Bev goes to answer it...

She opens the door. Michael looms there... Large and lethal.
BEVERLY
You're a little old for this kind of
thing, ain't you, fella -- ?
Michael enters the house --
BEVERLY (CONT.)
Excuse me... Hey -- !
Michael kicks over the bowl of candy...
He bends down to pick-up an economy-sized
SUGAR DADDY
from the scattered sweets on the floor...
Beverly SHRIEKS --
Michael grabs her by the back of the head --
And plunges the Sugar Daddy into her EYE --
Into her brain --
Beverly collapses to the floor, howling in agony, groping

blindly for something, anything...
Michael watches, as optical FLUID dribbles down her face...
Michael tears out all of the kitchen drawers, and rummages

around for his weapon of choice...
At last, he finds it...
The BUTCHER KNIFE...
Michael hefts it. The blade gleams in the light.
This is a reunion or sorts...
CUT TO:
EXT. CEMETERY
The crew has come to Judith Myers' plot -

CLIFTON
According to this, the Judith Myers'
stone should be right --
-- they come to the hole in the ground...
CLIFTON (CONT.)
-- here.
BLAKE
Oops...
TONY
Look, Ma, no gravestone -- !
But then George Hopkins is bustling over to them... Waving

his flashlight. His revolver tucked into his pants...
HOPKINS
Why can't you have some goddamn
respect for the dead! This is not a
zoo. Bad enough, that --
He stops. He sees the missing stone...
HOPKINS (CONT.)
You folks do this?
CLIFTON
Of course not --
HOPKINS
We haven't had a desecration in
years... Got-damn it!
DANA
It's Judith Myers' stone -
HOPKINS
Of course... It's a popular one
around these parts. Shit me
sideways...
CLIFTON
Maybe you should call the Sheriff --
HOPKIN^
Thanks for your expert opinion, Mr.
Haircut. I know my job... Now, you
folks be on your way --
CLIFTON
Perhaps we could just get a few
shots?
HOPKINS
Wrongo. Am I not speaking clearly?
Or are your ears too clogged with
ego?
BLAKE
(to Tony)
I love these old crusty codger
types --
Hopkins whirls on him --
HOPKINS
Love us from somewhere else. Now,
move -- !
And Hopkins waves his revolver...
CLIFTON
Okay, okay. Relax, friend --
HOPKINS
Move -- !
BLAKE
I don't think we bothered anyone,
pal. Everyone seems pretty content
around here. I didn't hear anyone
bitching, did you, Tony?
DANA
Drop it, Blake. Come on---
The go to the van... Hopkins watching them...
He looks down at the empty Judith Myers plot... Cursing.
AT THE VAN
The crew stow their gear...
BLAKE
Miserable old guy, hu£?
TONY
Can you blame him? Look where he
lives? You have the gang over for a
backyard barbecue. And everyone gets
depressed --
INT. CARETAKER'S HOUSE
Hopkins comes back into his house...
He steps over the capsized candy bowl... Concerned, he calls

out:
HOPKINS
Bev -- ?
Hopkins walks into the KITCHEN
Hopkins sees his wife splayed about the linoleum, her face
smeared with eye goo --
HOPKINS (CONT.)
BEV -- !
AND MICHAEL MYERS LURCHES OUT FROM BEHIND HIM --
Hopkins spins. He draws his piece, firing 3 SHOTS at Myers,

who reels from the point-blank impact...
Michael falls to the floor... Motionless...
Hopkins goes to his wife... Frantic...
He turns towards the telephone behind him and --
Collides with Michael --
Back on his feet...
Michael grabs Hopkins by the top of his mouth, by the jaw,

and SLAMS him face-first into the counter...
Hopkins spits out a few bloodied teeth...
Michael brings Hopkins over to another part of the counter...
Over to the FOOD PROCESSOR -- V
Michael STUFFS Hopkins' FACE INTO IT --
And presses "PUREE"

The machine WHIRRS. Hopkins SCREAMS...
For a gory 5 seconds...
The caretaker's face is reduced to an excoriated, shredded

pulp. . .
Hopkins collapses to the floor, beside his wife...
Michael retrieves his fallen weapon...
And leaves the house...
CUT TO:
EXT. DOYLE HOUSE
Mickey and Bad News are wheeling in TWO kegs for the
Halloween party...
They are dressed like Dracula and The Wolfman...
INT. ATTIC - DOYLE HOUSE - SAME
Tommy is scouring down a page in one of his mythology books,

reading aloud to himself...
TOMMY
"There exists sacred, enclosed places
designated as holy that become a
focus with the supernatural world on
the 31st of October - Halloween."
Tommy gazes warily at his Virtual Reality apparatus...
CUT TO:
EXT. HADDONFIELD STREET - NIGHT
The van pulls up in front of a house directly across the

Street from the Doyle house...
Dana does her "stand-upper" before this group of homes, many

of which have CANDLES burning i$ their bay Windows out of
respect for the dead of Halloween yore...
DANA
...In psychiatrie parlance, most
serial killers are sociopathic:
individuals completely devoid of
empathy for their victims. But
Michael Myers had always displayed a
frighteningly rare hybrid of both
sociopathic and psychopathie
qualities and characteristics...
NEW ANGLE - SUBJECTIVE. HEAVY BREATHING. WATCHING DANA.
Mickey and Bad News come out of the Doyle house...
The bottom half of the Doyle house is DECORATED for their

Halloween party...
DANA (CONT.)
His apparent desire to kill all
family members and blood relatives
was the key indicator denoting the
pure antisocial behavior
manifestation that was part of his
tnakeup. Myers continues to be the
prototype of everything we still do
not know nor understand about serial
killers in this country.
(Beat)
Or about Halloween, for that matter.
She draws her index finger across her throat in a "kill it"
signal...
CLIFTON
That was great... Okay. Let's get
this over with... You coming,
Andy - ?
Andy, still in the front seat of the van, is stuffing a

hoagie into his cake-hole...
ANDY
You can't be serious --
They leave him. Walking up to
THE WALLACE HOUSE v
which also has candles burning in the bay window...
CUT TO:
INT. ATTIC - DOYLE HOUSE - SAME
Tommy is tearing himself out of the Virtual Reality gear, in

a frenzy...
When he turns around towards us, we see that he's been CUT
across the cheek by something...
On the computer screen, we see that SAMHAIN: IN SEARCH OF...

has been programmed into the Virtual Reality system...
CUT TO:
INT. WALLACE HOUSE - NIGHT
FRANK and JUNE WALLACE, in their 60s, have let Dana and the
crew in the house...
The Wallaces appear fairly uncomfortable with this...
They sit in the living room...
Clifton fits the Wallaces with collared lav MICROPHONES...
DANA
I promise we'11 make it quick, Mr.
and Mrs. Wallace. I appreciate you
giving us the time. I know this must
be a difficult time for both of you.
The Wallaces nod solemnly, holding hands on a couch in front

of a big BAY WINDOW...
From the window, we can clearly see the Doyle house across
the Street... and the KIDS starting to arrivé for the bash.
Clifton signals Dana to start...
The lights and camera are turned on...
DANA (CONT.)
Sixteen years ago tonight, 3
Haddonfield teens were killed in this
house - your house. The victims wee
your daughter's babysitter and her
two friends...
The Wallaces' silence is acquiescence...

DANA (CONT.)
Could you teil me why, with all
that's happened in the past, and the
subsequent exodus of so many
Haddonfield natives, you folks opted
to stay?
Frank and June eye each other... Silently trying to determine

who should speak first...
JUNE
The Lord forgives but he doesn't
forget. This is a wonderful town
again. Lindsay, our daughter, she's
great. Living in New York. She was
in therapy for years, but she has put
it all behind her.
June grins, proud, warming up to Dana a little...
JUNE (CONT.)
Frank and I... we knew Michael's
parents quite well - though they were
a trifle older. We still have some
old home movies of our picnics
together. Would you be interested in
seeing them?
Dana looks at Clifton... Hoo-ha! The mother lode.
DANA
If you don't mind --
JUNE
I'll put on some tea...
The doorbell RINGS.
Frank and June appear upset... Frank gets up off the couch...
FRANK
Excuse me a moment, please. So much
for the candles --
INT. HALLWAY - WALLACE HOUSE - NIGHT
Frank peers through the PEEPHOL-fc - no one is there...
He opens the door, steps outside... He glances around, and

then eyes the party across the Street ....
He steps back into his house.
INT. WALLACE LIVING ROOM
Frank has the old super-8 PROJECTOR up and ready...
Suddenly, the LIGHTS GO OUT --
Dana is startled. But it's only Frank having turned them

off. . .
FRANK
Showtime --
He turns on the projector.
On the living room wall, an old, grainy HOME MOVIE plays

out...
ANGLE - MOVIE. Frank and June sit around a picnic table in a

back yard...
Michael's MOTHER sits across from them...
His father, we assume is wielding the movie camera...
They're eating and drinking, and watching the kids play -

little Michael and his teenage SISTER, frolicking in a
plastic SWIMMING POOL...
Michael is a cute little cherub. He grins at the camera,

splashing at it...
He is holding a plastic TOY SCEPTER, of sorts, and starts to

playfully hammer at his sister's head with it...
Daddy's arm comes into view, and puts a stop to his son's
foolish play...
Moving away from the children, the camera TRAVELS OVER TO A

CLOSE-UP of Mrs. Myers, who smiles into the camera...
NEW ANGLE - Dana watches the home movie, squinting at it...
The woman looks awfully familiar...
Another WOMAN is here now... Her back to us.. . She's perhaps

55... She plays with Michael... Plops a hat on his head to
protect him from the sun...
CLIFTON
Who's the woman -- ?
JTJNE
Kathy Myers' mother... Michael and
Judith's grandmother...
And the WOMAN turns to the CAMERA... Smiles...
And Dana goes weak...
For the WOMAN has, on the side of her nose...
A MOLE
about the size of a nickel...
Just like Dana's GRAMMY -- !
Dana gets to her feet... Stumbles out of the room... Frank

Wallaces shouts:
FRANK
First door on the left -- !
Clifton looks after her, concerned. He turns back to the

home movie --
-- to where a new VISITOR - FATHER CARPENTER - grins at us,

in his Sunday best...
Walking over to little Michael, Father Carpenter rubs his

head, and facing into the camera says:
FATHER CARPENTER
(on-screen)
Cute as a devil, isn't he -- ?
INT. BATHROOM
Dana. Completely freaked. She splashes water onto her face.
Looks at herself in the mirror. Grips the sides of the sink

to keep from fainting...
DANA v
No way. No fucking way...
The DOORBELL RINGS --
Making her (us) jump...

INT. LIVING ROOM
It RINGS 3 successive time...
Frank goes up to answer it...
He peers through the peephole.
Michael's MASK peers right back at him...
Shaking his head, Frank opens the door a crack...
We see that Michael Myers is standing on his doorstep... An

inordinately tall trick-or-treater minus the candy bag...
FRANK
Those candles mean anything to you,
buster? Please leave us alone, we've
got nothing here for you. 'Night now.
Michael hasn't moved and, as Frank tries to shut the door --
-- Michael JAMS HIS HAND between the door and the doorway.
Crushing it and drawing blood...
Startled, Frank re-slams the door, this time successfully...
But the blood on the side of the door makes him shudder...
Peering back out the peephole, he/we see that Michael is

still there...
Michael smudges his bloodied hand across the peephole,

blurring it...
And then walks away...
INT. LIVING ROOM
The home movie is over, but not without little Michael waving
goodbye to the camera...
Frank returns to the others... Turns on the lights..
JUNE
What's going on, Franfc?
Frank doesn't look so sure, clearly unsettled...

FRANK
Disrespectful creep, that's all.
There's always someone. Probably one
of the assholes from across the
Street.
JUNE
Relax, honey. We'11 just call the
police, if we have to. Those kids
over there - they're always so LOUD.
I don't know how Thomas can stand it.
FRANK
They're paying his rent, that's how.
(to Clifton)
The fellow across the Street - he's
25 yet still very much a boy. He's
sure got his share of Halloween
ghosts.
DANA (O.S.)
Tommy Doyle --
They others look up... Dana has returned... She looks

composed, though slightly pale...
FRANK
That's right. If you look out this
window here, you can see his little
attic
Clifton turns in his seat to face out the bay window, and
Michael Myers' MASK greets him --
Clifton stifles a SCREAM.
But they see that it was just another KID playing a joke..
They see the kid scamper ahead to join his friends, who
congratulate him on a trick well-treated...
JUNE
Jerks.
BLAKE
Forget about banning Halloween...
They should just ban l^ids, period --
CLIFTON
You okay, Dana?
It is clear that she is not...

Her vacant gaze remains trained out the window...
To the attic of the Doyle house...
DANA
I'd like to talk to Tommy Doyle --
FRANK
He won't talk to you. He's very
shy...
DANA
(to Clifton)
I'd like to talk to him...
He looks at her funny... It's like she's in a zone...

Determined... Clifton shrugs to Blake and Tony...
CLIFTON
You heard the lady --
EXT. WALLACE HOUSE
The crew travels across the Street --
Andy dozes in the front seat of the van...
EXT. DOYLE HOUSE
They can hear the sounds from the nascent party raging on
inside...
Clifton rings the doorbell...
PINHEAD, from the HELLRAISER pictures answers. He stares at

them, droll:
PINHEAD
"Your suffering will be legendary.
Even in Heil... "
Pinhead raises a long, glass, calibrated beaker full of

beer... He sees the camera equipment...
PINHEAQ (CONT.)
NO WAY! "CANDID CAMERA!" Come in,
come in... Party hasn't really
started yet, but it'11 rage...
DANA
We're looking for a Thomas Doyle. Is
he around?
PINHEAD laughs, ushering them in...
PINHEAD
What the heil do you want with
Trembling Tommy -- ?
DANA
Is he in?
PINHEAD
Is he in? He's always in... Yo,
Mickey, this fine thing wants to see
Double-T...
Mickey lurches over to the crew... Belches once...
MICKEY
Whyncha interview me? Seventeen
forever -- !
DANA
Please
MICKEY
C'mon, girl... I can teil you about
the time I got backstage passes to a
Van Halen show... Partied with Eddie
and Alex... Hagar was a dick,
though... Oh, can I say "dick" on
TV. . .
Clifton grabs Mickey by the arm... Rough...
CLIFTON
Where's Doyle -- ?
MICKEY
Chili, bro... You'11 muss your
Brylcream. He's up there --
They follow Mickey to Tommy's
ATTIC ENTRANCE... v
They come to a short stairwell, leading up to a heavy STEEL

door. . .
Mickey bangs on it with his fist...

MICKEY
Hey, you in? They want to put you on
TV, Doyle! It's a new show:
"AMERICA'S MOST NERVOUS!"
He cracks up... Continues to bang on the heavy steel door..
No answer...
INT. ATTIC - TOMMY'S ROOM
Tommy is in Virtual Reality mode again, but the computer

screen informs us that he is using his
VISTA-HADDONFIELD PROGRAM...
CRUISING OVER the Haddonfield TOPOGRAPHY --
He finds himself HURLING TOWARDS the town CEMETERY, by the

caretaker's HOUSE...
George Hopkins' facial jambalaya SCREECHES at us --
And then we're ROCKETING OVER to the Myers house --
And then the Wallace house...
And then we're DOWNSTAIRS in the Doyle house, amidst the

party...
And then out the door...
Tommy tears off his VR equipment and dashes over to his

window...
In time to see the TV CREW emerge from his house...
Clifton shouts up to the front of the van...
CLIFTON
Okay, Andy... Back to the Myers
place.
And they all pile INTO THE BACK...
And the van DRIVES OFF... v
Tommy watches it drive off down the Street...
He freezes as he/we see --

on one SIDE OF THE VAN
The Channel 6 paint has a new addition -
In SMEARED BLOOD, TWO more NUMERALS have been scrawled..
So now it reads CHANNEL 666...
ANGLE - THE SHRUBS - OUTSIDE THE WALLACE HOME
Half-buried in the mulch, his throat SLIT, is ANDY, the van

driver...
Which, of course, begs the question:
Who's driving the van?
SMASH CUT TO:
EXT. THE VAN - MOVING
We see it RACING DOWN THE STREET... Though we don't catch a

glimpse of its driver...
INT.. CHANNEL 6 VAN - REAR - NIGHT
The crew ride in back... They are jerked at the rapid

acceleration... Clifton pounds on the partition...
CLIFTON
(shouts)
Easy, Andy -- !
Dana stares blankly at the wall...
CLIFTON (CONT.)
You okay?
DANA
I guess...
CLIFTON
Something spooked you back at the
Wallaces.
V
Dana looks at him. Shrugs...
DANA
It was nothing. Just this place.
This town. All of a sudden, I have a
strong desire to do one more story on
Uncle Pete's Nonfat Brownies.. .
The van has STOPPED...
CLIFTON
We're all getting a little jazzed.
We'11 do a few quick pick-ups here at
the Myers place... A couple of
drive-bys... Then we're gone. I'm
buying at the diner...
BLAKE
Excellent --
Fog lathers up against the van's rear port Windows...
Clifton opens the backdoor. They climb out...
Only they are not in front of the Myers house. No. Rather,
they are in the middle of
A BOG
A fog-enshrouded, muddy BOG, surrounded by trees...
In the middle of nowhere...
The spongy ground emits an acrid stench...
Twisted flora - sedges and sphagnum - droop in the mossy mist
CLIFTON
What the heil -- ?
BLAKE
Yo, Andy, we said let's go back to
"the Myers" not the mire -- !
No answer...
Clifton trudges through the muck over to the driver's side...
THWOORP! The bog sucks off onevof his Cole-Haan shoes...
CLIFTON
Goddammit -- !
Clifton opens the driver's side door --

The frontseat is EMPTY...
Clifton looks around the creepy bog...
No Andy...
CLIFTON (CONT.)
He's gone.
TONY
Gone where?
BLAKE
What the fuck is he thinking?
CLIFTON
At least he left the keys --
Dana's face tells us she's scared...
DANA
ANDY? ANDY? Where ARE we -- ?
CLIFTON
Get inside, Dana. It's nasty out
here. Go ahead.
DANA
I'm fine
CLIFTON
(shouted)
ANDY -- !
TONY
(shouted)
ANDY, YOU - PRICK! Where are YOU?
This shit ain't funny -- !
BLAKE
(shouted)
Was it something we said -- ?
Only the gurgle of the bottoms and the dull, mud-muted

chirping of the CRICKETS answer them back...
TONY
Maybe he's pissin' over there
somewhere...
BLAKE
He took us all the way out here so he
could use the bathroom?
TONY
Maybe he's shy --
CLIFTON
Why don't you guys take a quick look
around. I'll wait here with Dana. I
don't know what else to say. He's
gonzo.
They look around, in different directions... It is eerie...
TONY
He can't be too far. Dumb ass.
BLAKE
I'll take the camera. Get us some
atmosphere shots...
TONY
We sure got plenty of atmosphere
here.
Dana looks to Clifton, but he is still scanning the foggy bog

for signs of Andy...
Blake turns the camera on... Focuses in on the rest of the

crew... Tony plays for the camera --
TONY (More)
Mr. Brinkman, your fat son-in-law is
a bigger asshole than you might've
first imagined. This is his idea
of fun
Blake pans away from them, across the bog...
DANA
Guys, just go already.
CLIFTON
Yeah, move it, guys. I don't want to
be here all fuckin' night.
v
Tony and Blake plod through the mud together...
Blake shoots tape...

Clifton lights a cigarette... They can hear the muddy steps
of Tony and Blake disappearing into the murk...
Clifton sits on the edge of the van, in front of Dana...
DANA
Where do you think he is, Robert?
CLIFTON
I don't know. But when he gets back,
I'll teil you where he's gonna be:
he's gonna be in a world of shit.
Trust me on that --
Clifton exhales into the bog...
Dana scans the sinister treelines...
CUT TO:
EXT. BOG - SAME
Tony and Blake plod ahead...
Knee-deep in the quagmire...
BLAKE
ANDY -- ! ANDY -- !
TONY
ANDY! DICKHEAD! WE'RE LEAVING
WITHOUT YOU!
BLAKE
He ain't anywhere, man.
They both stop in their muddy tracks, resigned...
TONY
What's the difference between a bog
and a swamp, anyway -- ?
BLAKE
I think the more important question
is: who gives a shit -- ?
TONY
No, really, man. You gotta start
questioning things more often. To
improve yourself --
A NOISE from behind them... A squishing noise...
BLAKE
Okay. Here's a question: what the
fuck was that -- ?
Tony slogs through the slough, towards the sounds --
TONY
Andy -- ?
He moves ahead...
The occluded moonlight turns the cypress knees and water

hyacinths into some twisted Expressionistic painting...
BLAKE
Careful, man --
Another sludgy sounds...
A black CLOUD, like a rush of INK, floats across the moon
Plunging the bog into DARKNESS...
And, in its place, A SHADOW rises before Tony...
A large shadow...
TONY
Andy -- ?
INT. VAN
Clifton glances at his wristwatch, his impatience growing
He lights another smoke...
CLIFTON
I think it went well today, Dana. No
kidding. I mean, this insane little
mishap aside --
Nothing from Dana... Clifton looks at her...
CLIFTON (CONT.)
I think you've got the whole package.
You're smart. You're a heil of an
interviewer. You're sure pretty
enough --
/ \J .
DANA
Thank-you, Robert --
Beat. They hold a gaze. Dana looks like she wants to teil
him something...
But before she can, he flicks his cigarette butt to the bog,
where it THSSSTTTTs in the muck...
And he heads for the driver's side...
CLIFTON
All right, I'm gonna drive around and
look for these guys; it's been, what,
20 minutes already? Hop in...
Dana climbs into the passenger seat...
Clifton starts up the van...
Puts it into gear...
THE VAN
cruises the bog... Tires squishing along the matted root

systems and fetid moss...
The van's headlights slice through the stygian gloom --
DANA
Look! What's that -- ?
She points out the windshield --
Clifton stops the van... Gets out... Trudges over...
But he doesn't see anything. He throws his arms up in

confusion...
And then he sees it --
Blake's CAMERA...
It's lodged in the mud. Sinking... It's red RECORDING LIGHT

blinking like a beacon...
Clifton goes to retrieve it. The camera's housing is flecked

with blood and mud...
Clifton uproots it and glances around... This is getting real

eerie now... He hasn't a clue...
Clifton, silent, removes the TAPE from the camera...
Dana is trembling...
Still silent, Clifton inserts the tape into the monitor...
We watch their faces as Clifton rewinds, stops, and then

forwards a bit...
ANGLE - THE MONITOR. We see Tony...
Heading for the copse. For that noise... Where we last saw
him. . .
The camera/Blake follows Tony --
And then Tony comes staggering back to the camera/us...
His THROAT has been SLASHED from ear to ear --
He tries to scream. But instead of a cry... a ghoulash of

laryngeal cartilage cascades through his ripped-open neck --
Tony collapses into the mud...
The CAMERA falls... Blurred and mud-spattered, it lands in

such a way that allows us to witness...
BLAKE
as he tries to flee...
But something reaches out for him... Something in the mud...

Something bubbling. Bubbling up...
And two large MUDDY BOOTS obfuscate the massacre...
Though when all is done, Blake, eyes open and unseeing, falls
by the camera's lens...
And we watch as he sinks. Sinks into the ooze...
Dana and Clifton are insane with fear...
CLIFTOty
Stay here, Dana... Just stay fuckin'
here --
He moves for the door... Dana grabs him...

DANA
No -- ! Don't go
CLIFTON
We can't stay here... We've got to
move...
Clifton peers out the rear port Windows, seeing if the coast
is clear...
It is, and he barrels out of the van...
EXT. VAN - NIGHT
Clifton slogs through the mud to get into the front of the
van...
INT. BACK OF THE VAN
Dana's delirious...
The van starts up...
But it is STUCK... lts tires spinning in the mire...
And it is suddenly awfully claustrophobic back here...
And there, through the PORT WINDOW, she sees --
MICHAEL MYERS
The demon of her nightmares. He's outside the van, his mask
penetrating through the fog...
Myers wields a THICK BRANCH...
Which he lodges through the van's rear door handles...
Trapping Dana...
DANA
ROBERT -- ! ROBERT -- !
Michael moves for the driver's side of the van...
Disappearing from Dana's field of vision...
Dana sees him advance towards the driver's side of the van,
toward Clifton...
Dana bangs her fists up against the partition separating the
front seats from the back...
She is helpless...
EXT. VAN
Clifton is behind the wheel, working the accelerator...
Myers PUNCHES an ARM through the driver's window --
Clawing for Clifton's throat --
ANGLE - the rear tires. Spinning in the mud.
CLIFTON
punches at Myers...
But Myers' grip is fierce...
Dana is wild with fear...
She can only HEAR Clifton's struggles...
Can hear his screams...
Can feel the tires not gaining purchase...
The van is rocking, shaking, due to Michael's assault...
At last, Dana THRUSTS her arm through the port window,

busting it...
She tries to pry the branch loose from the door handles...
JUST AS THE VAN STARTS TO FINALLY MOVE OUT OF THE BOG!
Dana is thrown to the floor --
Dana's eyes flash to the partition --
Because now the question is a simple one:
Who's driving the van? ^
EXT. THE VAN
Drives on out of the bog...

Onto the highway...
On and away...
ANGLE - THE REAR DOOR
Dana sticks her head out of the back window, screaming --
A couple of residual Michael-masked TRICK-OR-TREATERS wave at

her... And one even flashes her the finger...
Suddenly, the van GROUNDS TO A HALT, throwing Dana across the

van, into some video equipment...
Dana holds her breath...
She picks up a TRIPOD, readying to dobber...
The rear doors open.
To Robert Clifton...
CLIFTON
You okay -- ?
Dana explodes into his arms...
And it doesn't look she's gonna let go soon...
INT. VAN - MOVING
Clifton drives... Dana beside him...
DANA
And in some way I think that's why
I've been having the dreams...
Because we're linked... Because...
Because that freak is my older
brother...
CLIFTON
That's absurd, Dana... It's crazy --
DANA
No it's not... Those home movies...
His parents... I have some old
pictures of my real parents...
They're close... And Grammy... That's
my Grammy...
Tears stand in her eyes... Clifton gives her a sympathetic

look. . .
DANA
I think - subconsciously - I knew...
It's what first attracted me to the
story... I knew...
CLIFTON
Maybe you should call your Grammy...
Maybe she could answer some
questions...
He hands her the van's CELLULAR...
Dana considers.
CLIFTON (CONT.)
Go ahead
She dials...
CUT TO:
INT. GRAMMY'S APARTMENT
The TELEPHONE rings...
We FLOAT across the cramped flat... Taking in the

knick-knacks... The trinkets...
The TV is on. To a Christian Fundamentalist station... A

DUDE with a bad hair-weave hawking Jesus...
WE STOP at Grammy...
Only Grammy's eyes are open... And glazed...
Grammy's dead...
ANGLE - The bronze soldier FIGURINE...
Standing tough.
CUT TO:
INT. CHANNEL 6 VAN - MOVING
Dana clicks off the cellular...
DANA
Where could she be at this time of
night
CLIFTON
Sleeping -- ?
Dana scowls...
AND CLIFTON SLAMS ON THE BRAKES --
The van fishtailing... Dana thrown up against the windshield.
The van shimmying to a stop... Inches from
FATHER CARPENTER
who has staggered out into the middle of the road...
Dana and Clifton climb from the van...
CLIFTON
Sonuvabitch! I could have killed
you...
FATHER CARPENTER
My whole existence is flawed --
CLIFTON
He's shitfaced --
FATHER CARPENTER
I'm trapped... The insects have won
tonight... The denizens of the
dirt... The intruders in the
deluge...
(to Dana)
Darling girl... Big brother is
watching.
DANA
What do you know about it -- ?
FATHER CARPENTER
(sings)
Twelve to one, baby/One to twelve/No
one here should/Be by themselves...
DANA
Please... Teil us what you know...
But the priest merely cackles in bibulous mirth... Then:
FATHER CARPENTER
Oh, dear
And ROBERT CLIFTON IS AIRBORNE i
Grabbed from behind...
By Michael Myers...
Standing behind Clifton...
He has Clifton by the throat...
Lifting him into the air...
Dana and the priest can only watch...
As the KITCHEN KNIFE BURSTS from Clifton's stomach...
Scattering entrails like a cornucopia --
FATHER CARPENTER
BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING -- !
Michael drops Clifton... Faces Dana... She is white with

terror... Frozen...
He moves for her... She backs up...

Try to reason with him... Surely
he'11 respond to reason...
Father Carpenter continues his mad cackle...

After all... You're family...
Michael, stalking Dana, STEPS on Carpenter's right hand.
Crushing it like a beetle...
Carpenter does not scream. Carpenter looks enthralled..
AND DANA RUNS -- !
Off the road...
Into yet another stand of trees...
And Michael FOLLOWS...
Father Carpenter, mad as a weaver, titters on, by Robert

Clifton's corpse...
And, as he gets to his feet, we note:
His FOOTWEAR... For the crazed priest is wearing BOOTS.
Black silver-tipped COWBOY BOOTS...
CUT TO:
EXT. HADDONFIELD STREETS
Dana flees... Michael in close pursuit...
Michael crashes through the brush...
Labored breathing. Steady stalk...
DOGS bark...
Dana runs through backyards...
Branches whip at her face... Lashing skin...
She comes out to a
RESIDENTIAL STREET
To where a GROUP OF COSTUMED TEENS
are piling into a VW MICROBUS...
Dana runs to them --
DANA
Please -- ! Take me with you -- !
Please -- ! Move -- !
She leaps into the back of the van... Slams the sliding door
shut...
KID
Easy, lady --
ANOTHER KID
Really. Lithium-out, babe --
But they drive off anyways...
INT. MICROBUS
Dana sits in the back with the kids, staring out the rear
window... Sure they're not being followed...
A joint is being passed...
KID
(to Dana)
Wanna a brew -- ?
DANA
No thanks --
ANOTHER KID
I like your costume --
KID
Really. You're supposed to be a
freaked-out Yuppie chick, right?
The kids giggle. Dana takes that brew after all...
EXT. DOYLE HOUSE
The van pulls up to the house...
The Halloween party is rocking...
Danzig is singing "Mother" on the stereo...
A drinking game is going on around the small table...
JELLO SHOTS are ingested...
COSTUMED KIDS - there'S BILL and HILARY CLINTON. CAPTAIN

KIRK. A few PIRATES, a few CONEHEADS. SATAN. Some girls
clad in those skintight MICE outfits...
And, of course, Michael Myers MASKS can be seen throughout...
Dana enters. From her dizzying P.O.V., she takes in the

scene... It's almost hallucinatory...
Some KIDS do BEER BONGS: plastic FUNNELS attached to tubes,

that are raised above the drinker's head. Beer is poured
into the funnel where it travels down the tube to the
drinker's mouth...
Dana shuffles ahead...
A few people are bobbing for AP^LES in 3 separate BASINS...
WE SEE DANA... FROM A MYERS-ESQUE P.O.V. And hear some HEAVY

BREATHING...
u yj .
But a NEW ANGLE REVEALS - it's just a gawky Myers-masked

KID... And he's inhaling a JOINT...
On the television, Leatherface is running amuck in "THE TEXAS

CHAINSAW MASSACRE... "
NEW ANGLE - Dana, still watching it all, a visual assault on

the senses...
She sees, propped up high against one wall --
THE HEADSTONE
Judith Myers' headstone...
This creeps Dana out further...
She goes to the attic stairs...
Mickey and Bad News watch her go...
MICKEY
Believe that shit? That chick's got
it goin' on for Trembling Tommy --
Dana goes to the attic entrance...
She knocks on the steel door.
This time, it opens.
To Tommy Doyle...
INT. DOYLE HOUSE - THE PARTY
Various masked P.O.V.s. Just kids...
Except SOMEONE has entered from the backdoor...
Another Michael Myers-masked man...
Only this one has a BREATHING PATTERN that is somehow

familiar.
INT. BEDROOM
Two COUPLES sit around a small table, drinking and playing

Strip Poker with MARKED SERIAL KILLER cards...
One GIRL is TOPLESS, and not shy about it... Another has her
bra on... One of the guys is shirtless...
We watch another KID thrown down his hand in glee.... We see
his cards - TED BUNDY, ALBERT FISH, JEFFREY DAHMER, MICHAEL
MYERS and RICHARD RAMIREZ -- !
KID
Got it - Full death house. Bundy,
Fish, Dahmer, Myers and Ramirez!
Nancy, that would be your bra,
please!
LISA, the other girl, picks up the Albert Fish card, reading
the back of it...
KID
The stats, Lise... Rotisserie us to
death.
LISA
Necrophile, cannibal, murderer...
Cut off a girl's head, dismembered
her, and stewed her flesh and organs
with onions and carrots for a hearty
meal...
They all groan in giddy disgust...
KID
Sounds like a better cook than you.
ANOTHER KID
Real nineties guy. Did he sew, too?
SOMEONE PASSES BY THE DOOR...
They look up...
Michael Myers . . .
He looks in at them... Beat...
He walks on...
The kids look at each other... Look to the serial killer

card... The one of Michael...
KID
Cool --
CUT TO:
INT. ATTIC
Dana is awed, if not further disturbed, by the insane shrine

to Michael Myers that is Tommy's attic loft...
TOMMY
The Boogeyman? I was 9 years-old
when I knew he was after me. I warned
you about him at the Town Hall. No
one listens to me - they just die.
Tommy points to a picture on his wall...
TOMMY (More)
Laurie Strode. She saved my life 16
years ago. You might say I haven't
gotten over it yet. Laurie was
beautiful, but she didn't believe me,
either. About the Boogeyman. But I
knew. Kids always know. It's when
you grow-up, put childish things to
rest - that you stop believing...
Laurie... she had bad dreams about
him up until she died. I owe my life
to her. But yours will have to do.
Silence... We can hear the music down below...
Tommy walks over to the VR apparatus...
Dana sees the FIGURINE of the soldier - that Loomis gave to

Tommy...
DANA
That - statue there. My grandmother
has the same one.
(Beat)
She raised me. I-I think she once
lived in Haddonfield... I think she
was her grandmother too --
Dana points to the picture of Laurie Strode...
DANA (CONT.)
And hers.. .
She points to a picture of Judit^h Myers...
DANA (CONT.)
And his --
She points to a picture of Michael Myers...

DANA (CONT.)
One big happy family --
Tommy's eyes dance with terror, as he realizes what she is

inferring...
TOMMY
Are you sure -- ?
DANA
Yeah... It makes sense doesn't it?
Him coming back after five years...
TOMMY
It's insane --
DANA
The key is, I think, not to ban
Halloween... Just to ban Michael
Myers' relatives...
TOMMY
It's fucking insane --
DANA (CONT.)
It's me he's after, isn't it?
Dana grants herself another look-see at the endless Myers

images scattered about the walls...
TOMMY
It's just totally fucking insane --
Tommy looks at Dana... Looks at the picture of Laurie Strode.

Judith Myers. Is there a resemblance... ?
TOMMY
My God... You have... You've led him
back here...
DANA
But what does he want?
TOMMY
Your blood. Every last drop of it.
v CUT TO:
INT. DOYLE HOUSE - THE PARTY
Tommy's VOICEOVER takes us through the party...

UT .
TOMMY (O.S.)
Dana, on Halloween - barriers are
broken. The boundaries of Nature are
temporarily suspended.
(Beat)
The dead - spirits - can walk the
earth living. I've, uh, seen sotne of
them...
Michael Myers-masked revelers are shooting darts... Doing the

beer bong thing... Drinking games...
Michael himself makes his way through the party...
He comes upon the HEADSTONE. Judith Myers' headstone...
He's less than pleased...
Another GIRL bumps into Michael Myers. Only it's not Myers.
It's one more drunken kid...
INT. ATTIC - SAME
Tommy rubs a finger across his bandaged cheek...
He shows Dana the Samhain disk...
TOMMY
This is sort of like a high-tech
Ouija board... A conduit... It can
take you places... Places people
aren't supposed to go... It can take
you to where your broth--
(beat)
To where he came from --
Dana glances at all the masked Myers visages along the walls.
TOMMY (CONT.)
The death of summer. It's a
celebration. A festival. A
thousand years ago. A time of
slaughter, mourning, and breeding.
Sorta like Haddonfield, on any given
Halloween night. I've tried to get
there, Dana. To joinvthe party. To
see what I could learn. But I can't
break through --
Dana glares at the VR apparatus, advancing slowly towards

it. . .
DANA
Put in the program, Tommy.
TOMMY
No, Dana, I can't let you --
DANA
Do it, Tommy
INT. DOYLE HOUSE - DOWNSTAIRS PARTY
A PHONE rests on a coffee table...
Michael slashes the CORD, per genre tradition...
Michael climbs the attic stairs... Slowly...
A PIRATE slaps him on the back... Notices the real-life knife

Michael's wielding...
PIRATE (More)
Hey, lose the knife, buddy. You'11
kill someone with that fuckin' thing.
Michael glares at him, lumbers on...
His tracks are a tad muddy/bloody...
He tries the attic door. It is locked...
INT. ATTIC - SAME
Dana is strapped into the VR gear...
TOMMY
Dana, it's dangerous. PLEASE!
Dana turns to him, her hands on the JOY STICK...
DANA
Excuse me, Tommy. But this is a
family affair --
Tommy, reluctant, goes on-line. Plugs her in...
Dana rides the Joy Stick like a 'pony --
Plunging immediately down into...

U KJ .
INT. VIRTUAL REALITY OTHERWORLD/NETHERWORLD
Dana floats through an eerie, purple darkness at a

frightening, dizzying speed --
We have arrived at a MASSIVE CITYSCAPE... Like Manhattan

viewed from Brooklyn... Only upon closer inspection do we
realize the buildings are, in fact, HEADSTONES...
SCREAMS AND LAUGHTER accompany our sojourn --
Judith Myers' voice howls: "MICHAEL? MICHAEEEL -- !!"
SUDDENLY, we CRASH into JUDITH MYERS' headstone, obliterating

it into hundreds of pieces...
And DESCEND further into...
THE OTHERWORLD...
We arrivé in a SCARLET NETHERWORLD - consisting of a forest

of ugly dead TREES, their naked, bleeding BRANCHES impaled
through skeletal MASKS...
A CHOIR of Jack O'Lanterns smile gaily... Candles burning in

their hollows... Though when we OPEN their CROWNS we find
them to be SEETHING with MAGGOTS...
Down into the teeming white mass we TRAVEL --
COMING OUT TO A BANQUET HALL. Sepulchral. Ornamental.
A few long TABLES are set up, adorned with upturned,

hollowed-out skulls full of beverage... Platters of ANIMAL
CARCASSES...
FIGURINES...
We shoot past ALTARS festooned with BODY PARTS, MACES,

SCEPTERS, and ENTRAILS...
This is some kind of pagan village... A Druidic settlement...
IN A THATCHED DOMECILE --
TWO MEN ARGUE... One is a HANDSOME MAN wearing a WHITE

ROBE... ^
The other man is older. A MINISTER...
KING
But I do not want to die --
MINISTER
You must. You are a Sacral King...
You had a year during which all your
earthly pleasures were indulged...
Now you must be sacrified to placate
the Gods of Harvest...
The King bows his head...
A CEREMONY
is underway...
The King is now in a white-robe... His face obscured by a

whole-head DEER MASK...
(this is identical to Tommy's first VR trip... The one in

which he couldn't get past a certain point... )
The white-robed MAN is led to an ALTAR, festooned with body

parts...
ACOLYTES and WORSHIPPERS speak in tongues... Sway in a

fervor...
The HIGH PRIEST raises the sacrificial KNIFE...
BLOOD sprays from the slashed THROAT of the KING...
Spraying onto the acolytes... Onto the soil...
A CLOCK STRIKES MIDNIGHT...
DANA WATCHES ALL OF THIS --
Entranced...
CUT TO:
INT. DOYLE ATTIC
Tommy watches Dana, strapped to the VR equipment...
Dana's face twitches in fear at what she's tapped into --
v CUT BACK TO:
INT. VIRUTAL REALITY - NETHERWORLD
And we are BACK TO THE VILLAGE...

The High Priest removes the DEER MASK from the King's head.
GASPS from the throng...
For it is not the Handsome King at all...
Rather, it is the Minister...
His mouth gagged so could not cry out...
THUNDER RUMBLES.
LIGHTNING STRIKES THE VILLAGE.
THE GODS ARE ANGRY.
THE HIGH PRIEST SCREAMS -- !
He slams his fists onto a table... rattling the
FIGURINES
upon it. TWO of the figurines roll off the table and onto
the dirt: bronze SOLDIERS wielding spears.
The wind blows... The figurines are covered with dirt...
The High Priest BELLOWS:
HIGH PRIEST
I will curse this man's bloodline...
His family will feel the wrath of the
God's of Harvest. And it will be at
the hand of one of their own that
they shall fall...
The village is falling...
CUT TO:
THE SACRAL KING
running through a forest... Terrified...
The High Priest's VOICEOVER is EVERYWHERE --
HIGH PRIEST (O.S.)

No matter how long it takes... The
passage of millenia is as nothing to
the machinations of heaven. The Gods
are hungry. But the Gods are also
patiënt... !
The Sacral King flees...
Running past DANA --
EXT. THE VILLAGE
In flames. The dead and dying dog the streets...
The High Priest is at his CAULDRON... He is bloody, dying...
But he must finish his curse...
At once, a VAPOROUS MASS - malevolent, hissing - bubbles over

the side of the cauldron...
Snaking it way into a FISSURE in the ground...
The High Priest reels backwards... Into the flames...
As the village is lost. Armageddon is here.
WE MOVE TO THE NIGHT SKY --
The STARS ALIGNED IN A PERFECT DIAGONAL --
HIGH PRIEST (O.S.)

On a night like this, when the stars
align again...
WE DISSOLVE FROM THIS SKY --
TO ANOTHER... THE STAR CONFIGURATION IS THE SAME...
Only there are TV antennae on the horizon...
And an AIRPLANE flies over... Taillights winking...
WE COME DOWN FROM THE SKY...
And find ourselves IN HADDONFIELD. The Haddonfield of 1963.
And YOUNG MICHAEL MYERS IS TRICK-OR-TREATING IN HIS CLOWN

SUIT. . .
Near his home...
He can hear the sounds of his s\ster and her boyfriend making
out inside...
AND THERE'S A FISSURE IN THE GROUND

And the VAPOROUS MASS, dormant for nearly 1000 years, SWIRLS
out of the FISSURE...
And into the mouth of Michael's clown mask...
Michael raises his mask...
We see his face... It contorts... Spasms...
The convulsing settles...
Michael slaps the mask back on...
A clock chimes the midnight hour...
As Michael enters the house...
And, vaguely, O.S. we can hear the HIGH PRIEST cackle...
But it are Father Carpenter's words we HEAR:
FATHER CARPENTER (O.S.)

(singing)
"Twelve to one, baby/One to twelve/No
one here should/Be by themselves...
Judith Myers SCREAMS...
Young Michael's BLADE rises and falls...
And still Dana watches all...
CUT TO:
EXT. DOYLE HOUSE - BACKYARD
Michael is in the backyard, staring up at the attic loft...

His breathing labored...
A hockey-masked JASON comes onto the deck, with a BEER BONG.
JAS ON
Hook me, bro --
He sticks the plastic TUBE in the "o" mouth of his goalie

mask...
Michael uses the KEG TAP to issue forth the beer... PUMPING
the keg at an insane pace...
Jason falls against the back of the house, trying to remove
the funnel's tube from his mouth...
But Michael JAMS IT down his throat...
Jason, on his ass now against the house, begins to spasm and
bloat from the beer rushing into his System...
He twitches, convulses...
Vomit and blood spew forth from his nose and down his chin...
The kid drowns...
Michael yanks the tap from the keg and hurls it. Just as --
-- the SLIDING GLASS DOOR leading to the deck opens, and

DRACULA peers out at the tapless KEG...
DRACULA
Keg's dead already? Shit.
INT. DOYLE ATTIC - DANA'S FACE
slack with horror... So let's return one last time to:
THE VIRTUAL NETHERWORLD
Our IMAGES are surreal, twisted, lunatic. Imagine

Hieronymous Bosch, on two hits of acid, directing an AC/DC
video...
As RAPID SHOTS/IMAGES, SWIRL AT US, coming in and out of the

blackness...
- A grandfather CLOCK ticks the hours between midnight and

one.. .
- JAMIE LLOYD'S SCREAMING FACE... She is imprisoned in a CAGE

made of human limbs and bones... RATS the size of kittens
skitter about...
- Michael's VICTIMS... Many of whom our cherished fandom will

recognize from the earlier films...
A compendium of some of Michael Myers' "greatest hits."
- Robert Clifton screams from the grave, his torso a leaking

avulsion...
- Dana's GRAMMA... Sitting in a rocker, watching TV.
Watching "The Wheel" VANNA WHITE reveals the puzzle's
letters:
12 T 0 1 BABY...
- Close on Gramma's MOLE. Which is pulsing. Thrombosing...

And, to our horror, it SPAWNS a CREATURE... A wet, bat-like
thing that flies off and away... Gramma coos...
- The grandfather clock. 12:00 to 1:00, baby...
- FATHER CARPENTER laughing...
- A YOUNG GIRL (JUDITH MYERS) with sunken cheeks, and insects

capering out of one vacant eye socket: "Michael! MICHAEL!"
- The HIGH PRIEST in flames... Laughing...
- The Sacral King... Running through the forest... He's being

chased by red-eyed WOLVES... They catch up to him... They
tear him to pieces...
The MINISTER he killed, watches from the woods... His

throat a gaping HOLE from which a DOZEN EYES glow...
DANA WATCHES...
The Minister points to her... And the wolves, jaws slavered

with foamy blood, bound her way...
Dana screams...
The wolves pounce...
They are closing in on her...
But, at once, A BRONZE SOLDIER - a lifelike version of the

figurine - is there...
His heavy HAND reaches out to her...
She takes it...
AND SUDDENLY, Dana is pulled back from this horror show,

returning to the real world, careening through the darkness.
Screams and horrifying laughter accompany her exit...
ONE VOICE (O.S.)

You been dreamin'... sweet thing?
And then BOOM, Dana is back above ground --
Above the shattered remains of Judith Myers' headstone...
The MAW of Judith Myers' gravesite, like some kind of obscene

Pandora's Box, emits a cool reek...
... and the WHISPERS of a thousand doomed souls...
CUT TO:
INT. DOYLE ATTIC
Dana is ripping herself out of the VR gear...
DANA
The cemetery! We've got to get to
the cemetery -- !
She turns around to Tommy, and comes face to face with

MICHAEL MYERS instead... advancing towards her...
Dana freaks... But it is Tommy Doyle, and only her

imagination... (cheap thrill #234)
Dana's terrified eyes flash towards the DIGITAL CLOCK resting

on Tommy's desk - it reads 12:19... And then at
THE FIGURINE...
DANA
We were cursed... Our family was
cursed... Long ago... There was a
ceremony... A sacrifice... And one
of our ancestors defied the Gods...
And this curse was passed into
Michael... That night in 1963...
TOMMY
A curse --
DANA
"At the hand of one of their own that
they shall fall... "
TOMMY
Why the cemetery?
DANA
Judith Myers' grave... It's a
portal... Into the otherworld...
We've got to get him back there.. .
And we have to do it between 12:00
and 1:00. On Halloween night...
INT. DOYLE HOUSE - PARTY
A line of GIRLS wait for the second story BATHROOM...
Michael walks past them... Kicking open the door...
He hauls a kissing COUPLE out from the john...
Slams the door behind him...
KID
Fuck YOU, buddy -- !
The kid kicks at the door...
INT. ATTIC
Tommy and Dana are preparing to leave...
DANA
We should take this --
She goes to the figurine...
TOMMY
Why -- ?
DANA
I don't know... I just think we
should...
A POUNDING! From beneath them...
INT. BATHROOM - DOYLE HOUSE
Michael Myers is in the bathroom standing on top of the

commode, blasting his way through the FLOORBOARDS with his
hands...
INT. ATTIC
Tommy stares down at where the crunching sound is coming

from, transfixed...
TOMMY
No way --
DANA
Come on, Tommy! Let's go. He'11
follow us there! We don't have much
time!
They go to the attic door... Tommy makes to open it...
It won't budge...
NEW ANGLE - the other side of the steel door... Michael's

KNIFE jammed through the handle, flush against the wall...
Trapping them...
INT. ATTIC
They can hear Michael's assault on the floorboards... He's

making progress...
Dana glances at her wristwatch - it's now 12:34...
DANA (More)
How are we going to get OUT of here,
Tommy? You live in a fuckin' ATTIC!
What were you ever thinking?
TOMMY
I - T don't know. I guess I was -
THINKING that Michael didn't have
ANOTHER FUCKING SISTER WHO WOULD LEAD
HIM BACK TO TOWN -- !
INT. DOYLE HOUSE - OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM
The girls still wait... They can hear the pounding...
GIRL
Glad we didn't eat wh^tever he did --
INT. ATTIC
Michael's burrowing continues... He is getting there...

Tommy grabs a wooden chair, and starts to bang away at the
steel door...
Dana sees that the clock reads 12:31...
She rushes to look out the window, out at the Wallace

house... All is dark, save for candles in the window... The
Street is silent...
Dana picks up the phone - the line is dead...
with a sickening GROAN of wrenched nails and timber, the

floorboards of the attic "birth" Michael Myers... who rises
up through the hole... To face Dana and Tommy...
Tommy picks up his computer PRINTER, raises it above his head
Michael moves for him...
Tommy brings the printer crashing down onto Myers' cranium...
Michael is unfazed. He reaches out for Dana...
Eluding his grasp, Dana stumbles and
FALLS THROUGH
the hole in the floorboards...
Falling into the bathroom below...
DANA
TOMMY -- !
TOMMY
Go, Dana! Just go -- !
INT. BATHROOM
Decision-time. Dana sees her watch, the crystal cracked...

It is 12:43...
She rips open the bathroom door...
The girls are standing there... Waiting...
Dana runs past them... Runs downstairs.
And out the door.
Mickey and Bad News watch her go...

INT. DOYLE ATTIC
Tommy and Myers face each other...
TOMMY
C'mon, you bastard... Now that I see
you here - you don't scare me at
all.. .
Myers fakes a lunge at Tommy... Tommy leaps in terror...
TOMMY (CONT.)
Well, maybe just a little --
Michael seems to be amused by this...
He moves for Tommy... When --
O.S. the sounds of a CAR starting up... Rewing high and

hard.
Michael glances out the window --
It is DANA. And she's in the VW MICROBUS...
And she's driving off...
Michael grabs Tommy and HURLS HIM against the wall...
Tommy crumples like a fast food wrapper...
Michael drops down through the floorboard hole...
We can hear the girl on the toilet SCREAM O.S.
CUT TO:
INT. MICROBUS - MOVING
Dana drives...
"Mr. Sandman" plays softly on the car radio...
It has started to RAIN...
A SPECIAL BULLETIN breaks into tihe music...

RADIO (O.S.)
... In Haddonfield tonight, three are
confirmed dead at this time, and
authorities believe there could be
mo- -
A FLASH of LIGHTNING... A wheeze of static... And, over the

radio comes:
VOICE (O.S.)
Big brother is watching, sweet
thing
Dana switches it off...
She drives on...
EXT. CEMETERY
Dana pulls up alongside the cemetery...
It's raining pitchforks now...
A BANGING on the side window...
Leering into her is Father Carpenter...
FATHER CARPENTER
Welcome to your nightmare, Missy...
He sniggers. But then he's gone. Never really there at all.
Dana gets out of the van...
She looks down at her hand...
She's still holding the figurine. In fact, she's been

clutching it so tightly, she drew blood...
Dana plods through the sheets of wind-swept rain...
Father Carpenter's VOICE FLOATS across the tombs and

mausoleums...
FATHER CARPENTER (O.S.)

See you in the big, bed basement,
Missy. Promise me a dance -- ?
Dana runs through the cemetery. Searching...

She looks at her watch. Wipes it dry... But it's too dark to
make out the time...
And she sees him...
On the road skirting the cemetery. Out of a streelamp's

penumbra:
Michael Myers.
He's retrieved his knife... He marches toward her...
Dana is running blind. The rain. The wind. The panic...
And Michael is behind her...
A FLASH of lightning. And she can see him gaining ground...
And Dana FALLS...
And Michael is upon her...
She crawls on her belly... Through the mud and sopping sod...
And then there it is --
THE PORTAL
that is Judith Myers' grave...
And Dana scrambles for it...
Michael behind her...
Dana glances briefly into the mysterious yawn...
And CLIMBS RIGHT IN -- !
Michael, without hesitation, DIVES IN after her --
Only then realizing his mistake...
For this is no shallow grave...
Michael plummets down, down, down...
Hollow CRIES rise from the portal... Terrifying YOWLS...
Lightning flashes...
Dana, spraddle-legged, CLINGS to one side, right below the

portal's LIP...
When she can no longer see Myers, she crawls up and out of
the hole...
Resting on the side... Panting, hurting, sobbing...
It is over. She buries her head in hands...
Until --
MICHAEL'S HAND
CLAWS FROM THE PORTAL... Grabbing her leg...
Dana screams...
Dropping the figurine --
Michael is pulling her toward the hole...
Pulling her down...
Down to the Netherworld...
He drags her to the edge of the portal...
Dana scrabbles for the figurine...
It's just out of her reach...
She is close the portal... Michael is too strong... Pulling

her down...
His labored BREATHING consumes the TRACK, like an aqualung

from Heil...
Pulling her down....
Dana's fingers find purchase on the figurine...
Michael's MASK peers from the rim of the portal...
DANA
Go home, Michael... GO THE FUCK
HOME -- !
And SHE PLUNGES THE FIGURINE INTO HIS MASK... INTO HIS EYE..
v
And, for the first time in our series' storied history, we
HEAR Michael EMIT a deafening, agonized HOWL...
As he FALLS INTO OBLIVION...

The portal gobbling him up like a tasty morsel...
A flash of LIGHT from its bowels... A HOWL...
Then silence...
Dana crabs away from the hole... A mess...
HEADLIGHTS come up the cemetery drive...
A red pick-up. Mickey drives. Bad News and Tommy beside

him...
Tommy leaps from the truck. Goes to Dana...
TOMMY
Are you okay -- ?
Dana nods... Staring at the portal...
Tommy glances into it... Diffident...
He motions to the kids in the truck...
They back the truck up to the portal...
A MOTOR HUMS...
It is the winch... They are lowering Judith Myers' headstone

back onto its rightful place...
Mickey and Bad News, rain-soaked, look terrified...
Lower. Lower. Then, with a deep, resounding SUCKING NOISE,

the portal is SEALED...
Dana gets to her feet... She begins to walk away...
TOMMY
Dana -- ?
DANA
Goodbye, Tommy...
TOMMY
Where you going -- ?
v
She turns to look back at him... Her eyes resolute...
DANA
I've got a story to file --
And with that, she walks through the graveyard...
The rain has stopped...
Tommy looks after her, confused... And then he sees SOMETHING

on the ground...
He picks it up.
It is the FIGURINE...
He calls after her, raising the figurine --
TOMMY
Dana -- ?
But she is gone, lost to us amidst the silent tombs and

markers...
Tommy shrugs. Perhaps he'11 need it again himself...
And Tommy and the two kids climb back into the truck...
And Tommy's face goes slack...
For he sees, on the truck's DASHBOARD...
The CLOCK.
It is 1:14.
And Father Carpenter, sitting on a tombstone nearby, breaks

out in a gale of giggles...
His sinister LAUGH FADING OFF...
To be replaced by...
The HALLOWEEN THEME MUSIC...
THE END

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"HALLOWEEN 666: THE ORIGIN"

EXT. DARK ROAD - NIGHT

Torrential rain hammers this gloomy, RURAL road. No sign of

A RED '73 CUTLASS

slices into view.

INT. CUTLASS - MOVING

DANA CHILDRESS, 22, blonde, fresh-faced, beautiful,

She appears slightly panicked, her eyes darting to the

Dana's GAS GAUGE has settled into the EMPTY zone...

Fiddling with the RADIO'S AM dial, we hear the eerie chorus

But a CRACK of LIGHTNING and a CROAK of THUNDER and the

Dana's eyes glance back into the rearview...

When, up ahead, like an oasis, there are shining fluorescent

Dana pulls into the ramshackle building, the attendant bell

No one appears for a few beats. And, as Dana is about to get

Through a sea of crackling static:

The signal vanishes once more. Dana looks up --

-- and gives a little start --

-- For the man's idiot grin is at her windshield. But he's

The man goes to wash the rear windshield...

The man is smashing through the window, pummeling at the

Dana is certain she has stumbled upon the escaped maniac --

The man stumbles backwards, blood boiling out of his gashed

He crumples to the wet ground. Dead.

Myers' Halloween MASK shimmers in the rain, as he rises up,

And, as the dripping knife begins its malefic descent towards

jerked from sleep. Out of the nightmare.

Not in a Cutlass at all, but in

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

She's bathed in sweat, terrified... Her eyes search the

Dana looks at her alarm CLOCK - it is just after midnight...

Dana grabs an opened notebook and a pen, from her night

INT. THERAPIST'S OFFICE - DAY

Dana is talking with DR. LESLIE WOOLF, 40ish, dark-haired,

She smiles warmly. Dana shrugs...

INT. CHANNEL 6 OFFICES - CHICAGO

A local NBC affiliate. Dana sits in her office, drinking

We briefly see the words HADDONFIELD and HALLOWEEN in the

ROBERT CLIFTON, early 40s, handsome and affable, in baggy

She follows him out, taking the Reuters with her --

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM

A staff meeting. Seven or eight PEOPLE around a table with

NED BRINKMAN, the balding and pudgy producer, presides...

A female reporter - MONICA - speaks up:

They all turn to Dana... Clifton issues her a warm,

Dana and Clifton ignore Monica's swipe... They are looking at

Dana is somewhat dazed at this unexpected assignment.

wearing a whole-head DEER MASK...

Some kind of CEREMONY... We are in a CELTIC VILLAGE, circa

INT. VIRTUAL REALITY COMPUTERIZED WORLD

Multi-colored, 3-D sitnulation via computer graphics. A riot

The robed figure is brought to ^n ALTAR, festooned with BODY

presides... He holds a large, jewel-encrusted DAGGER...

And we're back to the scene's BEGINNING...

The Virtual Reality USER curses again and dismantles his

A high-tech COMPUTER SYSTEM is hooked up to the Virtual

NEW ANGLE - FILTHY BOOTS