Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers Page #3

Find this little girl.

Get her someplace safe.

Call the local TV station.

Tell them to get people off the streets

and behind locked doors.

Can't get long distance, Sheriff.

Operator says the lines are down.

All right, let's go.

When he makes that call ...

All right, Pierce, do it.

Let's check on this little girl.

Thanks.

Jamie, wait for me.

- This is great, Rachel. Come on!

Trick-or-treat.

- Oh, my, what a scary little clown.

Let's see what I have for you.

There you are, sweetheart.

Thank you.

- You're welcome, honey.

Had enough? - No way. Halloween's great.

Can we stay out all night?

Forget it, kiddo.

We're home by eight o'clock.

That clown costume is really cool!

- Really?

Yeah.

Hey, you wanna go with us?

Go ahead.

Come on.

Come on, come on. Let's go up there.

Come on. Let's go!

Trick-or-treat!

Hi Rachel.

Hi.

Here you go, you little monster.

Thank you.

- You little clown. - Thank you.

There you go.

- Thank you. Trick-or-treat.

Bye.

Rachel!

Rachel! - Brady!

- Just a second.

Rachel ... I got an expla ... Rachel I ...

I got an explanation.

- You don't owe me anything, Brady. No explanation.

Will you just hold on a second?

Just leave me alone and let's forget it.

No, you don't understand.

I mean you blew off our date at the last minute.

- So you hop onto the next best thing?

I thought you were different from other guys.

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

I just got pissed off ... that's all.

- Oh really? Well, I'll just let you get back

to little Ms. Hot Panties.

Rachel!

- Jamie?

Brady?

Are you coming in or what?

Jamie!

Jamie!

Great, Rachel ... just great.

By order of the Sheriff's Office, all citizens of Haddonfield

are asked to clear the streets.

I made that payment nine days ago

and still have nothing ...

- You were right.

Everybody, shut up a Goddamn minute!

Shut up!

All businesses are asked to close as soon as possible.

What's that sh*t about, Earl?

Stay tuned to the station for updates.

Not like ol' Ben Meeker do something like that.

Sure ain't.

Martians could land on Ben's doorstep

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

Who are you calling?

- Police station.

Ain't closing down without a good Goddamn reason.

Well?

Just rings.

Well, come on!

Jackie, watch the register for me, hon.

- You got it, Earl.

What's going down?

Where are we going, Earl?

- We're going to Ben's.

The phone never just rings at a Police station,

no way, no how.

- Wake up the Sheriff.

Load it up. Come on, come on.

Something?

He's been here.

- How do you know?

This is starting to spook me, doc.

At least I'm not alone.

Logan ... I want you to stay here

in case the family gets back. - Right here, Ben.

You look sharp. You understand?

- No problem, Sheriff.

Hey, you!

This is city property.

No trespassing.

What are you, deaf?

Don't try that Halloween sh*t with me.

All right, I'm on the telephone to the Police right now.

Don't you even think about leaving.

Yeah! That was a fun!

Come on, kids, we're going in the car right now.

Come on. I said move in, get in there.

Jamie!

Jamie!

Rachel, is that you?

Is that you?

Jamie?

Jamie?

Jamie?

Jamie?

Oh, God!

Jamie.

Whoever you are ...

I have a big dog with me and he bites!

Jamie!

Where have you been?

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

Okay? Not ever.

Rachel, Jamie, thank God!

- What's going on? - Get in the car.

Come on, quick.

Is that him?

Is that him!?

Yes.

Loomis.

Oh, Christ. Doc.

Dear God.

Hey, don't shoot!

Oh, that was great!

You thought it was me, didn't you?

Sheriff!

- Get home, damn it!

There's a curfew!

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

You all right, doc?

Come on. We'll get to the station.

We'll get these kids safe.

It's okay.

Station, this is 132.

come in, pierce.

Come in, Pierce.

Come in, Pierce.

Oh, Christ!

Wouldn't have given up without a fight.

They didn't know, what they were fighting.

How can a man do this, Loomis?

Tell me.

It isn't a man.

What is he?

Tell me!

What the hell are we dealing with?

Evil.

What the Sam Hill is going on?

Go on home, Earl. This is Police business.

- What the hell did this?

Looks like to me you're out of business.

Now I want some answers.

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

Now go home to your families where you belong.

It was Michael Myers.

He's come home to kill.

Let it be, Earl.

Let the Police handle it.

Like the last time?

How many people killed back then?

How many kids?

Al here, lost his boy ten years back.

Well not this time, Ben.

I'll handle this my own way.

We're gonna fry his ass.

You son of a b*tch! You just created a lynch mob.

- You haven't got a Police force!

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

Ok, let's move it up.

- Come on guys, let's go.

Let's hunt this bastard!

- God help us.

132, 132, this is 134, over.

This is 132, over.

- Ben - uh ...

I just heard about the station.

Now you go over to my house

and we'll call the state boys from there.

- I'll be there in five minutes.

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

- How do you know they are not home?

'Cause the lights are all out.

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

- Come on, let's call the Carters.

Come on, come on.

- You call the Carters.

Kids?

Rachel? Jamie?

There he is!

I've seen his face.

Right there, Al

Right there in the bushes.

Come on.

Sh*t, Earl!

It's Ted Hollister.

You dumb son of a b*tch.

You said, you saw Myers.

Let's go upstairs.

- Huh?

No.

I think we're doing just fine right here.

Oh, I think I'm in heaven!

Oh, Brady. Oh, Brady.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, it's my dad!

- Your dad? Your dad!

God, if he catches us like this ...

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

What? - ... for starters.

Oh, no.

Come on!

- I'm going. I'm going.

Where's that deputy?

- He'll be here in a minute.

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

Dad, what's going on?

Kelly, I want you to close

and lock all the downstairs windows.

- Why? - Just do it!

Where's the radio?

- Right through the kitchen you'll see the basement stairs.

Brady, you know how to use a gun?

Yes, sir.

Think you can handle that?

- Um, yeah. You wanna tell me what's happening?

Yeah, when I have time. You got your riot gun?

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

Take these.

Okay, you got a hammer ... and roofing nails.

And I want you up in the attic securing it,

so nobody can get in.

You know, if something's happening,

I should just go call my parents.

- Just get up in the attic.

Oh yeah.

I catch you groping my daughter ...

I'll use that shotgun on you.

You understand?

Now get the outside shutters.

- What are we doing?

Making sure that no one can get in here.

Isn't all this a little paranoid?

If you'd seen that Police station,

you wouldn't even ask.

You two okay?

We've been better.

What's going on?

Michael Myers.

Who's that?

Ten years ago ...

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