Halloween 8: Resurrection Page #2

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to find Michael Myers.

He is the great white shark

of our unconscious.

He is the dark-eyed child

of our spirits.

He's every murderous impulse

we've ever had.

He's the little voice

that whispers to us...

to strangle the old lady...

taking too long

at the checkout counter.

Get to know him, baby.

He's you.

Tell us, Sara, why do

ordinary people turn to murder?

Well, I, um...

I think it has something

to do with upbringing.

Aah!

Damn! That girl can sing.

That's what

I'm looking for. Ooh.

Ha! Hunh!

Hyah!

Get his ass! Get his ass!

Get his ass!

Who's better than Wat Chun Lee?

Whoopin' everybody ass

while he's smokin' a cigarette.

Oh, sh*t. Who's knockin'

on my door this late?

Whoever this is

is distracting me...

from seeing Wat Chun Lee

whoop some ass.

Sara? Ooh.

Sara, what are you doing here?

It's late.

I'm dropping out.

What?

I'm sorry.

It's just I'm so freaked out

I can't even sleep.

Slow down, slow down.

What's the problem?

Can't you see

I'm not like the others?

I know

you're not like the others.

You know

you're not like the others.

The others ain't nothin'

but a bunch...

of smart-ass, wise-crackin',

posin' wannabes.

You are the real deal.

Every existing element

about you...

is what the internet audience

really wants.

I don't want to be famous.

What do you mean

you don't want to be famous?

That's the American dream.

I think I'm just scared.

It's OK to be scared.

Being scared is good.

Fear is good.

Fear motivates.

Fear gives you

the feeling of being alive.

Fear makes me want to throw up.

Trust me, please.

When it's all said and done,

at the end of the day...

you'd be surprised of

how much you surprise yourself.

I'm sorry to bother you.

I just...

It's OK. Do me a favor.

Sleep on it.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

You can sweat it tonight, man.

Now take your tail on outta here

and go to bed.

Ol' Freddie boy, damn, you good.

Sh*t you come up with

off the top of your head, boy.

Why don't you just

pat yourself on your back?

Oh, Wat Chun Lee! Oh!

Now, are you coming out soon...

or are you

planning on subletting?

Mmm! Sexy girl! Ha ha!

Don't you think

it's a bit too revealing?

I think

it's perfectly revealing.

Aah!

What?

Are you OK?

Did you see the

boogeyman or something?

The boogeyman?

How very Jungian.

Dr. Mixter's class?

I'm taking that course, too.

I hope they have this in black.

- Thrift stores.

- Oh, how marvelous, darling.

Ahh, there she is.

Oh, my God,

you've been p*ssy-whipped.

What's worse,

you've been cyber-whipped.

By the way,

where's your costume?

I can't go out tonight.

I promised Sara

I would watch her first episode.

She's really nervous about it.

No, Mickey Stern's party

is tonight, and you know that.

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, man.

I guess I forgot.

Forgot?

Do you have any idea...

what it means for

two freshmen to get invited?

It's never happened before!

Your sister invited us...

so you wouldn't tell

your mother about her tattoo.

That's besides the point,

Myles Barton.

You can sit here in your little

dream fantasy world...

or you can come with me

to this party...

and learn to walk like a man.

What's it gonna be?

All right, let's go.

Ahh, chat room romance?

He's just a friend.

He's probably fifty and bald,

with a bad toupee.

- Jen.

- Probably collects human skin.

Give me a break, Jen.

OK, everybody listen up.

I'd like to start off

by saying...

the home that

you will be entering tonight...

has been rigged up

with several cameras...

but for the most part...

the audience will see

only what you see.

See these cameras right here?

I kinda like these cameras.

They can pretty much be

clipped on to anything.

A hat, shirt collar,

your coat collar.

The viewers

can pretty much control...

what they want to watch...

switch around

from camera to camera...

depending on what seems to be

the most intriguing to them.

So if you guys want

to be stars for the night...

I suggest you do something

that is very interesting...

so that it's worth the while

of the viewers...

to want to keep

their cameras on you.

Cameras are so phallic.

Is that good or bad?

Depends who's watching.

Hey, Orson Welles,

pick a placement and move on.

Look, low angles... scary.

High angles... scary.

Medium angles... boring.

I bet you learned that

shooting...

all those weddings

and bar mitzvahs.

Hey, hey!

I went to Long Beach State.

Same as Spielberg.

Charley,

we're on a schedule here.

Tell Max to rig a camera

in the sister's room.

Max is back at the hotel

helping Freddie.

OK.

Freddie!

Baby, calm down.

It's all good. Just relax.

I got it all under control.

There was this Firebird

parked in front of the house.

Totally about to ruin

the establishing shot...

but I called a tow truck.

Yep, it's on its way.

All righty. Bye.

Look at you, Charley.

That's a nice angle, boy.

Look, there he is now.

All right, here we go.

Mr. Harris!

Can we ask you

a few questions, Mr. Harris?

- Right over here.

- I got one word for you.

- What's that?

- Product placement.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Product placement,

I like the sound of that.

While we're going

around the house...

discovering the secrets

of Michael Myers...

we could be drinking Pepsi

or sporting The Gap, right?

Nice sexy thinking.

I kind of like that.

How's everyone doing

this evening?

We'll get it started

like this, see?

In the next ten minutes...

we are going to enter

a mystery...

wrapped up inside of a riddle

inside of an enigma.

Now, remember this.

Everything you see...

absolutely everything

you see is real.

There's no actors...

none of the components

or contents in the house...

have been messed with,

mixed up, diluted...

or tampered with in any shape,

form, or fashion whatsoever.

Now, I'm not exactly sure

what's gonna happen...

but what I do know is

that no one will be allowed...

to leave

until the show is over.

Our state-of-the-art

camera surveillance system...

will pick up

anyone who tries to sneak out.

Let the Dangertainment begin

out this motherf***er.

Well, people, let's do it.

Rudy!

Way to go.

This is gonna be fun.

I read that

after the murders...

the family

just sealed it up...

and left without

taking anything with them.

It's not exactly

a house you put on the market.

Yeah, but I'll bet it has...

one of those big nice

old kitchens, you know?

Where are you going?

I'm gonna check it out.

What are we gonna do?

We don't have to do anything.

Technically,

we just have to be in the house.

Aren't we supposed

to be looking for answers?

The devil made him do it.

I'm done.

We owe it

to the people watching...

to at least take a look around.

Oh, that's cute.

You're already worried

about your fan base?

You are this close

to getting voted off the island.

Hey, check this out.

You want something

tasty and delicious?

You ever tasted

forty-year-old fennel?

Eww, don't.

It's got to be rotten.

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