Halloween Page #2

Ma, Judith is wasting all my time.

I really shouldn't even let you go

after that sh*t you pulled today at school.

Oh, Ma, please?

All right, Michael, calm down.

Tomorrow things are gonna change

around here,

so I suggest you live it up tonight.

Judith!

Here.

What?

Would you do me a favor and please

take your brother trick-or-treating?

Why don't you have that subhuman sloth

over there on the couch do it?

You know, if I could get that lazy drunk

off his fat ass, I would.

B*tch, if you don't think I ain't making

a mental list of all your f***ing bullshit!

Sweetie, look at me.

I know things have been bad,

but tomorrow we start to make

everything better, okay?

- Yeah.

- [Doorbell rings]

I like your hair curly.

It looks pretty.

Thanks, sweetie.

Have fun trick-or-treating, okay?

Don't eat too much candy.

Hey, Mrs. Myers.

I want you out by 11.

- What'd I do?

- I know what you do.

Whatever.

What about trick-or-treating?

Are you kidding me?

Go by yourself.

Aren't you too old for that, anyway?

Whatever.

Sorry, squirt, but have fun.

[Kids]

Trick or treat!

## [Love Hurts]

# Love hurts #

# Love scars #

# Love wounds #

# And marks #

# Any heart #

# Not tough #

# Or strong #

# Enough #

# To take a lot of pain #

# Take a lot of pain #

# Love is like a cloud #

# Holds a lot of rain #

# Love hurts #

# Ooh, ooh, love hurts #

[passionate moaning]

[Giggles]

What if your dad hears us?

Hold up, man.

That f***ing drunk-prick f*** Ronnie

ain't my dad.

Okay, l-- I didn't know.

My daddy's in heaven, okay?

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Close your eyes.

Keep them closed, all right?

I got a surprise for you.

Open.

Aaarrrgghhh!

Aaahh!

[Laughs]

- Wow.

- What?

Take that stupid thing off.

Oh, come on, babe.

I want to do it with the mask on.

[Music playing on TV]

[Snoring]

[Candy tinkering on floor]

[Candy tinkering]

[Snoring]

[Laughing from outside]

[Muffled gagging]

[No audible dialogue]

Uhh!

Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!

[(Don't Fear) The Reaper

playing in headphones]

[Giggles]

Steve, stop it.

Stop.

Once a night is enough.

Stop it.

Michael?

Michael, what the f***

are you doing in here?

Answer me.

Michael.

Michael!

Answer me!

What the f***--

Michael!

Answer--

[crying]

[Knife slicing]

[Screaming]

- [Knife slicing]

- [Screaming]

Happy Halloween, Boo.

[No audible dialogue]

Jesus, what the hell happened now?

Sweetie, what are you doing out here?

It's freezing.

Michael, what's going on?

Michael, answer me.

Give me the baby.

Michael, what is going on?

Answer me.

[Sirens approaching]

[Chattering, indistinct]

[Screaming]

...in connection

with tonight's brutal murders.

[Screaming]

[Reporter]

...the Myers family,

and was described by police

as Manson-like in its viciousness,

and more horrific than anything

Hollywood could imagine.

Judith Myers' nude body

was found lying face-down

in a pool of blood in an upstairs hallway.

Apparently she had been stabbed 17 times.

Her boyfriend Steven Haley's body

was found in the kitchen downstairs,

the victim of an apparent vicious beating

with an aluminum baseball bat.

Along with Myers and Haley,

a third victim, Ronnie White,

who was found bound to a chair,

White's neck slit wide open

with a kitchen knife

and stabbed numerous times

in the face and chest.

Of course we'll have much more

on this horrific story as it develops.

But for now,

three people brutally murdered,

and a 10-year-old boy, Michael Myers,

being held in custody.

I'm standing outside

Smith's Grove Sanitarium

where late last night,

10-year-old Michael Myers was transferred

after being found guilty

of first-degree murder.

Myers' verdict comes

after one of the lengthiest

and most expensive trials

in the state's history.

In attendance during this trial,

Dr. Samuel Loomis.

Loomis has now been appointed

by Judge Masterson

to oversee Myers' care

while incarcerated here at Smith's Grove.

Hello, hello, hello.

Can you talk in there?

Hi, I'm Michael Myers.

Okay, okay. That's fine.

That's good. That's good.

Okay, we're on.

How are you feeling today?

Good.

Could I ask you something?

You can ask me

whatever you want.

That's why I'm here.

If you have anything on your mind,

feel free-- anything.

Okay.

Why do you talk so funny?

Talk so funny?

Tell me, Michael,

what do you remember about...

that night, Halloween?

What do you mean,

like my costume and candy?

So you remember nothing

about the killing?

You remember nothing

about getting a knife?

- I didn't do that.

- Oh, okay.

But you were covered in blood.

Whose blood was it?

I don't know.

[Loomis]

Case:
Michael Myers.

To the untrained eye,

there's nothing visually abnormal

with this angelic young boy,

but one must remember not to be fooled

by his calm, unassuming facade.

[Michael]

Can I go home today?

[Mrs. Myers]

No, not today.

[Michael]

Tomorrow?

I don't know.

I have to talk to the doctor about that.

[Classical music playing on PA]

- Hey, Mommy.

- Yeah.

Is everyone at home okay?

Everything's okay at home.

Okay.

Hey, Mikey.

How you doing?

Look, you can't let those walls

get you down.

Believe me, I know.

I spent a little time behind walls.

I know they can drive you crazy.

You gotta look beyond the walls.

You know,

learn to live inside your head.

Hey, there's no walls

that can stop you there.

All right, I gotta get back to work.

Now you take it easy, Mikey.

Look at my mask.

Oh, wow. Beautiful. Yeah.

Why is it all black?

'Cause it's one of my favorite colors.

Well, actually black isn't a color, is it?

It's the absence of color.

In the spectrum of colors,

you go from black,

which is no color,

all the way through to white,

which is every color.

So technically--

not that it really matters--

but black isn't a color.

Why did you make it?

I have my secrets.

Wait a minute.

I thought we had no secrets,

you and I.

Because no one sees me.

Yes, they do.

I see you every day.

Your mom, she comes every week.

Anybody else?

No.

[Loomis]

Michael has begun to obsess

on the construction

of these primitive masks.

It is the rare occasion

that he will allow himself

to be seen without one of these.

Only during the weekly visits

from his mother

does he show brief glimpses of the boy

he once may have been.

Do you like my mask?

When did you make this?

Just yesterday.

I like the mask because it hides my face.

I don't like you to hide your face.

Take it off.

It hides my ugliness.

Sweetie, don't say that.

Take it off.

You're not ugly.

Don't talk like that, okay?

Okay.

I miss you so much.

I miss you, too.

[Loomis]

Michael's so-called normal moments

are becoming fewer and fewer,

and I'm particularly worried about this.

I believe that these masks have

begun to create a mental sanctuary

in which Michael can hide

within himself and from himself.

# Deck the halls with boughs of holly,

Fa la la la la, la la la la #

F*** you! F*** you all!

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