Halloween H20: 20 Years Later Page #2

- Mom ?

I know.

- Mom ?

- It's just the door, Casey.

Here's some tissues--

Casey ?

Spiders !

All right.

Ready ? You know why you're here.

The buses leave for Yosemite

at 4:
15, sharp.

And now it's time for me

to do my obligatory plea...

that you uphold

the standards of Hillcrest.

And that means

no musical sleeping bags.

- No booze.

- No drugs, no kidding.

Undoubtedly, someone will ruin it

for the rest of them...

so I just want to remind you that

the entire teaching faculty has--

- Hey ! Guess what this is.

- What ?

It's my history report.

Forgot to hand it in.

Guess who's not going to Yosemite.

I'm so bummed.

Guess who has a fever of 102...

and has to stay in bed

all weekend long.

- You two company ?

- So, what's the plan ?

Romantic dinner,

candlelight, soft music.

- Animal sex.

- You need a hormone suppressant.

You're embarrassing

the newlyweds, Charles.

That's it.

Have a good time.

And why aren't

you going camping, Miss Tate ?

Because it sounds like fun.

And you, Mr. Brennan ?

Guidance counselors aren't usually

a big hit in the wilderness.

Besides, somebody has to stay behind and

watch over the three or four outcasts.

Oh, good morning, Miss Tate.

- Morning, Norma.

- Your mail and messages are

on your desk,

along with the

new quarter budget, and oh,

surprise, surprise, the drains in the

girls' shower room are clogged again.

- Can I talk to you alone

for one second ?

- But, l-l called the plumber,

and he assured me that

he will be here as soon as he can--

Thank you, Norma.

Thank you very much.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Place of employment.

I'm sorry, l-l just--

I needed a fix.

- We still on for lunch ?

- Uh-huh. 1:
00.

You are, without a doubt,

the most amazing,

challenging woman

I have ever met.

And what's wrong now ?

Can you just stop with the

Keri analysis just once, please ?

You can do it tomorrow,

all you want.

But please, can I just

have today off ?

- Whatever you want.

- Thank you.

- Lunch. Don't forget.

- 1:
00.

Uh--

"He turned, just in time

to see her enter the room,

with her long, slender legs

that climbed high up her skirt,

Ieading to two tumultuous,

round, melon breasts."

Round melon what ?

Now why do you want

to label it like food ?

A-And what kind of melon

you talkin' about ?

Cantaloupe ? Watermelon ? What ?

Baby, it's fiction ! People like

to read descriptive adjectives.

- It sets the scene.

- It's stupid is what it is.

It's sensual

and romantic.

Ronny, it's unrealistic. This whole

writing career is unrealistic.

Ronny, it's unrealistic. This whole

writing career is unrealistic.

Hey, we're married now,

baby, we gotta get serious.

- This is serious.

- Honey, I been patient,

but this writing thing...

just ain't takin' off, and I want

a baby before I get so old...

- I can't get my butt back.

- You gotta give me a chance, honey.

I have to express myself creatively.

We payin' the bills, aren't we ?

- Uh ! F*** me ! Sh*t !

- What ?

Not you, honey. Hold on for a sec.

You scared the sh*t out of me !

Sorry, Ronny.

I gotta ask a favor, man.

- I'm not lettin' you out of here.

- Aw, come on, man.

- Jus-Just for lunch. Please.

- Look, your mom told me...

the next time I let you loose,

I was gonna be fired.

- Look, man.

I got a date with Molly tonight.

- Mm-hmm.

And I want to make it special.

What do you say ?

Look, I promise I'll be back

for afternoon classes.

Huh ? I just want

to get a gift.

Come on, man, have a heart.

No. No. Can't do it.

Aw, come on, man.

Okay, how about this ?

- You accidentally press the gate.

- Mm-hmm.

And when you have

your back turned, we sneak out.

Ronny, don't you get your ass fired--

- Don't you do me wrong, okay ?

- Not a chance, man ! Cool.

- All right.

- Get outta here, get outta here.

Comb your hair.

- Just one more book.

Just one more, and I promise

I'll work with your daddy, all right ?

- Oh. Oh.

- Oh, Jesus, Will.

- I'm sorry. I thought you saw me.

- No.

You see me now ?

How are you doin' ?

You wanna talk about it ?

I think I'm losing John.

I think he's finally

tired of my bullshit.

How about you ?

You tired of my bullshit ?

I'm a counselor.

I'm attracted to it.

- So counsel me.

- Oh, no. I know better.

I love you just

the way you are.

Do you think

it's possible...

that something so tragic

can happen to somebody...

that they never

recover from it ?

I like to believe that

recovery is always possible.

There's a little back story

that I haven't been, um...

- completely successful with.

- I know.

I've tried everything. I really have.

I've tried everything.

Twelve steps, uh,

self-help, group therapy,

shrinks, meditation--

- Everything.

- That's not everything.

Oh, yeah ?

What else is there ?

I'm a really

good listener.

Maybe.

Some night, by a...

warm fire.

I'll be right back.

Can I get another glass

of Chardonnay, please ?

- Today.

- Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Thank you very much.

God. I can't believe

we're doin' this.

- Desperate measures.

- It's illegal.

It's harmless,

and expected.

Studies have proven that

all teenagers, at some point...

- in their adolescent lives,

have shoplifted.

- What studies ?

Hey. We could have avoided

this whole thing...

if you woulda simply scored

some of your mom's booze.

- Look, my mom's a functioning

- alcoholic. She accounts for--

- John !

- John, what are you doing here ?

- Just gettin' some off-campus lunch.

You're not allowed to have

little off-campus lunches, John.

- You know that. You too, Charlie.

- Sorry, Miss Tate.

Come on,

I'll drive you back.

You know what ?

Charlie, here.

Go get in the car.

I'll be right there.

What the f***

do you think you're doing ?

Mom, I'm really uncomfortable

with you saying that word.

Well, then don't put me

in the position, John.

Do you know

what day it is ?

Of all the days

for you to pull this sh*t--

What do you think you can do ?

Just wander around town ?

I don't ask you

for very much.

- Just give me one day !

- Mom, I've given you 17 years !

And I need you

to be responsible.

- Do you know what that means ?

- Responsible. Don't talk to me

about responsible, Mom !

- I just need this one thing !

- Mom, I am not responsible for you !

That's it. That's enough.

I can't take it, Mom.

He's dead.

Michael Myers is dead.

- What do you want me to say ?

- That it's over ?

That we should try to get on with

some attempt at a happy existence, Mom.

Because all the sh*t that's going on

in your head is leakin' out on me.

And I can't take it anymore.

You told me yourself

you watched him burn.

- I didn't e-exactly stay

to see his ashes, John.

- Mom, 20 years.

Twenty years.

Don't you think he would

have shown up by now ?

What's he waitin' for, huh ?

Okay, Mom. I can't live

like this. I'm sorry.

Wha--

What does that mean, John ?

If you want to stay handcuffed

to your dead brother, that's fine.

But you're not draggin' me along.

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