Halloween 8: Resurrection Page #3

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- That's strange.

- What?

- It smells fresh.

- Yeah, it does.

You know, Donna,

you got great legs.

What time do they open?

That'd be 1:
00?

God damn.

Sara.

You think this is the one

that he used to do his thing?

No. They'd keep that in

an evidence locker somewhere.

Whew.

- Boo.

- Aah!

- What, are you scared?

- No.

What's in here?

What is that?

OK, so I admit...

that this place

is a little creepy, OK?

No, no, no.

You have no idea.

- Look at this.

- Wow, a chair.

My God.

Do you think they actually

kept him in this?

What is that?

Looks like the medieval key

to Sara's chastity belt.

- Rudy!

- OK, yeah.

Maybe we should

poke around a bit...

see what else we can find.

Ha! Aye-aye, captain.

Why are you touching me?

Don't.

Go poke.

Hey, what's going on?

Sexy.

Look at you!

Scott, what are we doing here?

Hey, come on, man,

be cool, all right?

Relax. Have fun. Sh*t.

Hey, Myles,

do you think anyone will know...

we're supposed to be

from "Pulp Fiction"?

- Huhh!

- Huhh!

Today, you're scared of

the boogeyman.

Ha ha ha!

He's gonna get you.

He's coming behind you.

Boogeyman!

Ohh! Sh*t!

Careful, Jen.

Ahem. Hands off, bud.

Bet this is Judith's room.

You know, the older sister.

The one he killed

when he was six years old.

Hey! Keep the camera

on the money here.

I think it happened

when she was right there.

Poor little Judith...

helpless...

brushing her hair...

young... and naked.

Yeah, because

that's gonna happen, right?

Come on, Jen.

One flash,

and you could light up...

a thousand computer screens.

Launch your whole career.

You think?

You crack me up.

It's a good wardrobe

for you, Jen.

Wait! No! There was

somebody else in the hall!

Come on.

Come on, lover boy.

- Whoa!

- Aah!

What are you doing,

you big perv?

They're exploring the house

of a mass murderer... live.

You want to watch?

- No way.

- Sure.

Oh, OK.

Impulse control disorder.

Huh?

That's my theory.

I think Michael Myers

had fits of rage...

that he could not control.

Kind of like a klepto

or a nympho or a pyro.

So, instead of

stealing silverware...

he slashes the necks

of teenage girls, huh?

Oh, come on...

haven't you ever had an impulse

that you could not control?

- Continuously.

- You mean continually.

"Continuous" means

continuing uninterrupted...

while "continual" means

reoccurring periodically.

Donna, when are you gonna

get out of your head...

and start thinking

with your body?

Please.

Does that line

ever actually work...

on the chicks

in the music department?

Art history, too.

Sometimes even poli sci.

Well, it doesn't cut it

with critical studies.

Bummer.

Besides,

screwing a music major...

would be tantamount

to lesbianism.

I could get into that.

Sara, I'm telling you,

it's in the food.

Remember that guy

who was on trial...

for murder in San Francisco?

All he ate was Twinkies.

Rudy, do you ever think about

anything other than food?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Jen?

Jen?

What's going on?

- What happened?

- I don't know.

I turned my back for a second

and she was gone.

Jen!

Jen?

Jen?

Jen.

Jen?

Jen?

Jen?

Turn it down!

- Gotcha!

- God, you b*tch.

Slut!

That's not right, OK?

You're foul.

Uhh, so foul.

This is to us,

for successfully...

let me give you

a little more...

puttin' together

something collectively...

so ingenious

as a team and a duo...

that we should definitely

be able to secure...

a lot of food on the table

for ourselves...

as long as everything

goes as nicely...

as it's goin' right now.

I'm gonna get her back

for that.

Watch me.

Oh, my God!

Cheers.

Oh, no! No!

Mm. Mm.

Wait, what just happened?

- We just lost Bill's camera.

- Oh, sh*t.

He must've dropped it.

F***ing idiot.

Find another view quickly,

please.

Freddie, relax.

I think

this is going really well.

- Really, baby?

- Yes.

We are doing our thing.

OK.

To Dangertainment.

Salute. Heh heh heh.

And this must be the bed

where he was conceived.

Stop showing off, Jen.

Aaaah!

Aaaah!

Rudy!

- Sara!

- Jen, help me!

Are you OK?

Rudy, help. Sara!

- God.

- What happened?

What is that thing?

Hey, is this

that Michael Myers thing?

Yeah.

A'ight, cool.

Yeah, OK.

What is this?

Oh. Sorry.

Are you?

You're such a Lothario.

Um...

I don't know what that

means exactly, but...

Just go with it.

Hold on.

I just thought of something.

Hold on?

You've got to be kidding me.

What, are you

looking for "Playboys"?

This ain't right.

Well, it's obvious

that the boy was subject...

to emotional and physical abuse.

No, all of this.

It's not right.

It's too easy.

Why is all this stuff

still here?

Answer that, Nancy Drew.

Where's Bill?

He's probably

still mad at me.

He's gonna jump out

of somewhere and scare me.

You watch.

You watch.

Jim? Uh.

You know, if I'm keeping you

from something...

just let me know.

Look.

- Voil.

- Clever boy.

See,

they're looking for clues.

Something that might explain

why Michael Myers went bad.

- Oh.

- Jeez.

Hey, Scott. What's up?

God, nice costume.

Whoa.

Hey, you think

they kept him down here?

Maybe. Look at this.

What? What is it?

It's some sort

of weird harness.

This whole place looks like

some sadistic playpen.

Ah ha ha.

And you know what

that makes me think?

What?

There's definitely

no cameras down here.

I could be a camera.

Say something smart.

Existence precedes essence.

God, you are sexy.

Whoa! Oh, sh*t!

That worked perfectly!

Whoa! That is

what I'm talking about.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! All his victims!

It's a mass grave!

Oh, my God!

Oh, God.

All of his victims. Oh!

Sh*t. Look at this.

I don't

f***ing believe this.

What?

Made in f***ing Taiwan.

Oh, sh*t, man!

Charley,

where the f*** you been?

We've been lookin' all over

this motherf***er for you!

And why the hell are you

dressed like me anyway?

I ain't payin' you

to be Michael Myers.

I'm playin' Michael Myers!

If them kids come around...

and see us dressed up

in the same sh*t...

you'll ruin the whole effect,

God damn it.

What the hell

is wrong with you?

What you lookin' at me

like that for?

Huh? You don't get it?

Your sh*t ain't workin'

up there?

Take your ass in the back

of the garage with Nora.

That's your job.

Go back there with Nora

and help her ass out.

Go do your job.

I left the back door

unlocked for your ass...

to go out the back

into the garage.

That's what I did.

You need to get the hell

outta here.

Go on, scoot! Skedaddle!

Get the f*** out of Dodge!

God damn. What the hell's

somebody gotta do...

to get a little decent help

up in this motherf***er?

God damn it. Come on.

Let's go find Freddie.

This is bullshit.

Hey, Jim?

You gotta see this.

Gross.

Hey, Freddie.

Is this all part of the setup?

"Laurie Strode,

sister of Michael Myers...

"survives Halloween night

massacre."

Heh. Nice prop.

Aah!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Is anybody else seeing this?

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