Halloween H20 Page #15

KERI:

at the locker room entrance... grabs Molly in her arms.

KERI:

Whoa. What's going on in there?

Molly is on the verge of hysterics --

MOLLY:

Linda! He killed Linda!

KERI:

Who?!

MOLLY:

Michael Meyers!

Keri darts into the locker room...

MOLLY:

(continuing)

Miss Tate, wait!

Molly follows her, stands in the relative safety of the

doorway... Keri walks in to find --

THE SHAPE:

standing above Linda's lifeless body... knife raised high in

the air, dripping blood.

ON Keri, her legs buckle... she struggles to stay standing.

KERI:

Michael, nooooooo!

Then, an even more bizarre sight --

THE SHAPE:

starts to CHUCKLE... his shoulders bobbing up and down...

bending over slightly at the waist.

LINDA'S

lifeless body starts trembling with laughter.

THE SHAPE:

reaches up to his mask, pulls it off... it's JOHN!

JOHN:

That was classic...

(imitating Keri)

"Michael, nooooooo!"

LINDA:

sits up, licks some blood off her fingers.

LINDA:

Mmmm. Anyone got some French

fries?

John and Linda cracks up.

ON Keri, mortified... the sight of her son dressed like his

homicidal uncle is almost too much for her to bear...

John and Linda are too busy revealing in their prank to

notice...

LINDA:

(continuing)

Molly, you should have seen your

face...

Keri crosses over to John... SLAPS him across the face, hard.

John reels, probably the first time Keri's laid a hand on

him...

KERI:

Home... NOW!

Keri grabs John by the arm, pushes him past Molly...

CUT TO:

INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

John sits on the sofa. Will stands behind him... neither

sure exactly what they're doing there.

Keri paces in front of them...

JOHN:

I'm sorry, alright? It was just

a stupid joke.

KERI:

Will, sit down...

Will does.

KERI:

(continuing)

There's something I have to tell

you both. It's going to sound

strange...

WILL:

What?

KERI:

My name hasn't always been Keri

Tate. It was once Laurie Strode.

WILL:

You're right. It does sound

strange.

JOHN:

You some kind of fugitive or

something?

KERI:

I was trying to get away from

someone.

WILL:

Who?

KERI:

Michael Meyers.

WILL:

The serial killer?

KERI:

He's my brother.

JOHN:

Now you're joking, right?

KERI:

Afraid not. You can pick your

friends, but you can't pick your

family.

WILL:

Keri, have you been...

Will mimes taking a drink from a bottle...

KERI:

No, Will, this isn't the alcohol

talking. It's the truth.

WILL:

I can't believe this is happening.

KERI:

Sh*t happens.

JOHN:

Wait a minute... slow down...

you're telling me Michael Meyers

is my uncle?

KERI:

Yes.

JOHN:

Any other psychotic relatives I

should know about? Jason? Freddy

Krueger?

KERI:

No.

JOHN:

Why didn't you tell me?

KERI:

I was trying to protect you from

this...

Keri holds up this trademark Halloween mask, a tuft of hair

tightly in her grip...

John crosses to the front door, opens it...

KERI:

(continuing)

Where are you going?

JOHN:

I don't know.

John exits. Keri starts after him, Will grabs her by the

arm...

WILL:

You just dropped a shitload on

him... give him some time to

digest it.

KERI:

Are you going to leave, too?

WILL:

Never.

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