Halloween H20: 20 Years Later

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- Mister Sandman, bring me a dream #

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- # Make him the cutest

That I've ever seen #

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- # Give him two lips

Like roses and clover #

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# Then tell him that

his lonesome nights are over #

- # Sandman, I'm so alone #

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- # Don't have nobody to call my own #

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# Please turn on

your magic beam #

# Mister Sandman

bring me a dream #

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- # Ba-bum-ba-bum

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Sh*t !

- Oh !

- Hey. Hey, Miss Wittington.

What's goin' on ?

- My house was broken into.

- No sh*t ?

No sh*t.

Hasn't anyone told ya ?

Secondhand smoke kills.

Yeah, but they're all dead.

Yeah. Yeah, it's um...

Okay.

Right, thanks.

They said to give 'em

- Jimmy, where are you going ?

- Check out your house.

- No, wait for the police.

Where's the fun in that, huh ?

- Are you coming ?

Nah, l-l better stay

here and protect her.

Oh-ho !

Right, dude.

Good.

All right, let's not anyone

mess with me here !

Jimmy been suspended

five times this year already...

for gettin' a little crazy

with the stick, all right ?

Okay !

Hoo. Sh*t.

Sh*t !

God.

All right.

Nothin' to fear.

The coast is clear.

- You sure ?

- Yeah.

- I checked all the rooms

and all the closets.

- Nothing's missing.

I don't think so, but they,

uh, they did a real number

on your office.

- My office ?

- Yeah, there's crap everywhere.

Oh, and, uh, also they messed up

your kitchen really bad, too. Ick.

Good night.

So much for the cops.

Perfect.

- We got beer ! Yes !

- We'll get messed up, man.

I say we egg the house

across the street.

- Shut up, dude.

- Why not ?

Sh*t.

[ Man On TV ]

Even a stronger nation than now.

[ Man #2 ] You see ? You see ?

Your stupid minds--

Jimmy !

Oh, my God ! Oh.

Oh ! Oh, my God ! Oh !

Hey ! Oh !

Help ! Andy--

- Looks like a prank.

- Andy ! Oh !

Police ! Anybody home ?

Andy ! He's not dead !

Team 9-10 requests

burglary detectives at, uh,

Hey, Bobby !

What do ya got ?

Looks like we hit

the Daily Double here.

- What, another B and E ?

- Yeah.

So, whose house is this, anyway ?

Marion Wittington.

Dr. Sam Loomis's nurse ?

He was that shrink

that died a few years ago.

He lived here.

She took care of him.

Oh, I remember him.

I saw a thing on 60 Minutes on him.

Spent his life tracking down

that Halloween guy...

who butchered all those kids

up in Haddonfield, right ?

- Michael Myers.

- Right.

- Hey, you don't think Michael Myers--

- They never found his body.

Yeah, but that was,

like, 20 years ago.

F*** me.

Loomis was obsessed

with Michael Myers.

This is quite

a love fest.

- I'll call up to Haddonfield

and warn 'em.

- There's no way, Fitz.

Just a precaution.

Tomorrow's Halloween.

All right, you tell 'em to look for

a guy with a cane and Alzheimer's.

The guy would be

younger than I am, okay ?

I was 15 when he killed

his sister back in '63.

Yes, Fitzsimmons. Patch me through

to Haddonfield, please.

- Yeah.

- Michael Myers.

Yeah, right.

I met him 15 years ago.

I was told

there was nothing left.

No reason, no conscience.

No understanding. Even the most

rudimentary sense of life...

and death, of good or evil...

right or wrong.

I met this

six-year-old child...

with this blank, pale,

emotionless face, and...

the blackest eyes.

The devil's eyes.

I spent eight years trying to reach him...

and then another seven

trying to keep him locked up...

because I realized that what was living

behind that boy's eyes...

was purely, and simply...

evil.

Mom ! Mom ! Mom. Mom.

- Mom ! Mom ! Mom. Mom !

You okay ? You all right ?

Oh. Oh !

- Everything's okay. It's okay.

- Do you need somethin' ?

- Oh ! Uh, yeah.

Yeah, please. Thanks.

- Sure.

- It's okay.

Nightmares.

Nightmares.

Nightmares.

- Making toast.

- Mm--

No.

None for me, thanks.

- Caffeine is not a food group.

- We're out of Percodan.

Got mail.

It's from your dad.

- Birthday card.

- It's only two months late.

I'm impressed.

Cash is good. I'm gonna need it

when I go to Yosemite.

- You're not going.

- Yes, I am.

No, you're not.

Yes, I am, and with your full blessing.

Do you want to know why ?

- Why ?

- Because today is the day.

I can feel it.

Today is the day...

that you're going to realize

that I'm 17 years old...

and your overprotection and paranoia

is inhibiting my growth process.

Want to go camping ?

I'll take you camping.

I don't want

to go with you.

Sorry.

- Dad would let me go.

- Well, Dad...

is an abusive, chain-smoking

methadone addict.

Who would attract

someone like that ?

- Ouch.

- And just think, he left you.

Look, John.

I know you get your smart mouth

from my side of the family,

so I'll give you a break.

- But point check, you're going too far.

- No, I'm goin' to Yosemite.

- No, you're not.

- Look, Mom, help me out here.

I need a little more open air.

I've earned it.

Look, I know today is the day,

but I think that--

- Oh, really ? What day is that, John ?

- Halloween.

Oh, I hadn't noticed.

Look, Mom,

we're through with all that.

We really are.

You know what you're becoming ?

You're becoming an Oedipal

enabler, you know that ?

- Thank you.

- I'm serious !

Twenty years from now, you're still

going to be living with her.

Probably running some weird motel

out in the middle of nowhere.

- So this means no Yosemite ?

- Correct.

- Now, how do I get out of it ?

- Why don't you want to go ?

Oh, it's so lame.

No, no, no. It's worse.

I-l went there

two summers ago with my family.

Loathsome. No, it's worse.

It'll come to me.

Wretched. You know ?

Okay, think-think...

campfires, s'mores--

Repugnant !

That's it, repugnant.

I would rather have

my eyes pierced.

I'm very sorry.

I wish I could help. I'm sorry.

- But he promised that--

- No. I'm not going.

You couldn't pay me to go.

- Hey, what's wrong ?

- Oh-- Uh, my dad.

He flaked on

my financial aid again.

- The bursar's being such a dick.

Now I can't go to Yosemite.

- You're not going either ?

- No.

- I'm not going.

- How are you going to get out of it ?

- Please.

- Hey. Hold on. We ditch Yosemite.

It means we could have

a Halloween party, just the four of us.

Whole place would be empty.

We'd have the run of it.

- We could have a roaming orgy.

- I love the way this man thinks !

Hope that's not

the only thing you love about me.

- Hey, come on.

- All right, let's go.

Okay. You see,

I told you we'd make it.

When I was a little girl,

we used to pee in the woods.

- Ohh ! Uh--

- Don't worry !

Come on.

Mom, that's the boys' room.

Then the boys are just

gonna have to deal with it.

Hello ?

Okay. Coast is clear.

Okay. Come on.

I'll be just next door.

Mom's gotta go too.

## "Mary Had A Little Lamb"

- Oh !

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