Halloween H20 Page #7

A TRUCK:

passes between them.

KERI:

takes this opportunity to spin around. The truck passes --

THE SHAPE HAS VANISHED.

KERI:

I hate this f***ing holiday...

Keri climbs into the driver's seat of her Ford Explorer,

tosses the bag of groceries on the passenger seat...

She starts the engine...

"MR. SANDMAN" blares over the radio... scares the sh*t out of

her. Keri quickly changes stations... heads back to the

school.

CUT TO:

INT. CARTER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Sparsely decorated. Scattered Chinese food containers litter

the counters.

On a glass dining room table, a table dozen cardboard boxes,

"DR. LOOMIS" in black sharpie scrawled across their sides.

The CAMERA PANS across the table where...

CARTER:

sits, eyes glazed over... shuffling through a stack of

photographs.

ON THE PHOTOGRAPHS

Of a young Michael Meyers playing with a fire truck in the

den... running through sprinklers in the backyard... riding

horses at the county fair... no signs of the evil lurking

inside.

CARTER sets the photographs aside, digs through a file box...

pulls out a film canister marked "MEYERS' HOME MOVIES."

ON A PROJECTOR:

CARTER threads the Super 8 film through it, turns it on...

images of a young Michael Meyers are projected on a bare wall

in the darkened room.

CARTER settles into the recliner, fights to stay awake...

THE SHAPE APPEARS IN FRONT OF THE WALL.

The home movies projected on his pale mask. He moves slowly

toward the sleeping CARTER, a knife in his grip.

The SHAPE raises the knife to CARTER's throat, slices it from

ear to ear. CARTER grabs his throat, blood gushes through

his fingers. Then...

THE TELEPHONE RINGS.

CARTER WAKES UP.

Gasps for air... he feels for his throat... no blood, all is

well.

The Super 8 films slaps against the projector, the reel now

over...

CARTER catches his breath... surveys the room... he is alone.

He picks up the phone --

CARTER:

(into phone)

Carter.

BLAKE:

It's Blake. Meet me at Grand View.

CARTER:

Where?

BLAKE:

The cemetery...

CARTER:

Yeah, alright... I'll be there in

ten.

Carter hangs up the phone, massages his throat...

CUT TO:

INT. FREEMAN'S DRUGSTORE - NIGHT

CLOSE ON THE PALE WHITE HALLOWEEN MASK

CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL a mannequin sporting the mask and

dark overalls made notorious by Michael Meyers... its arm

posed high in the air, wielding a meat cleaver.

Gathered around the mannequin is the gang:

Linda is in the arms of her boyfriend, SHANE McCLOUD... a

tall and spindly teen, book smart and street dumb...

John riffles through a rack of Halloween costumes. Molly

leans against a nearby counter... she checks her watch,

visibly uncomfortable being here at all.

EDDIE CATERO, two years out of high school and still wearing

his letterman jacket, 'Nuff said.

He stands proudly by his display, nursing a beer... his arm

draped around Amy, who's painting her nails with a nail

polish plucked from a nearby display...

EDDIE:

(re:
the display)

Pretty wicked, huh?

LINDA:

I think it's twisted.

EDDIE:

This coming from the girl with a

stake through her tongue.

LINDA:

You're glorifying the big creep.

SHANE:

Besides, it's historically

inaccurate.

EDDIE:

What the f*** are you talking

about?

SHANE:

Michael Meyers never used a meat

cleaver. It was a butcher knife.

EDDIE:

Who are you, the serial killer

police? What difference does it

make?

SHANE:

It's not historically accurate,

that's all.

AMY:

He could be holding a swizzle

stick, it still gives me the

willies.

JOHN:

Don't worry... I hear he only

kills virgins.

SHANE:

Another historical inaccuracy.

EDDIE:

Would somebody shut this guy up?

MOLLY:

Come on, we better get back before

Mrs. Sullivan makes her rounds.

Linda looks at her watch.

LINDA:

Oh, sh*t. Molly's right. It's

eleven-thirty.

The gang heads for the front door...

AMY:

You guys go on. Eddie's gonna

take me back after he closes up.

Bells hanging from the door JINGLE as they exit... John

turns to them as he leaves --

JOHN:

Condoms are on aisle four...

EDDIE:

Out.

Eddie pushes John out the door, shuts it behind him...

EXT. FREEMAN'S DRUGSTORE

The group moves down the deserted street, headed for

Hillcrest. John's arm around Molly. Shane's around Linda...

CUT TO:

INT. FREEMAN'S DRUGSTORE

ON A "CLOSED" SIGN

Being hung on the front door.

CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL Amy, holds up her newly polished

nails to Eddie...

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