Halloween III: Season of the Witch Page #2

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I'll call...

- Tell me where you're going to stay.

- No, I can't remember the name of the hotel.

I'll call you Monday.

I gotta go.

- Wait a minute!

- Bye.

"We'll be back with more" Dance Party

right after these messages.

Two more days to Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Two more days to Halloween, Silver Shamrock.

Two more days to Halloween, Halloween ...

I think it's the next exit.

- Wait a minute.

Yeah, that's it.

Then we go about ten miles

and turn right on 33.

I wanna know, why they put their factory

out here in the middle of nowhere.

Listen ...

Santa Mira founded in 1887,

farming community.

Grew up around a large dairy.

After World War II ... a wealthy Irishman, Conal Cochran

converted it into a toy factory ...

Silver Shamrock Novelties.

Now given over to the manufacture

and sale of Halloween masks.

Largest in the world.

Proud community.

Predominantly Irish.

Irish Halloween masks?

In California ... you never know.

I feel like a goldfish.

Company town.

I'm not ready for this.

We need a plan.

Ok. How about this?

We go back to that gas station ...

See if they know anything. We could a ...

pose as a couple of buyers

and maybe rent a couple of rooms in that motel.

That way at least we'd have some place to talk without

the whole town watching us.

Good point.

Good evening to you.

- Say partner a ...

You haven't know is there a vacancy here in this motel?

My wife and I need a place to stay.

You've come to the right place.

It's cozy, it's quiet,

and the price is right.

Keep him happy

just for a minute.

Shower's good.

Put in new pipes last year.

Any bags?

- Oh, yeah.

Light packers, aren't ya?

We've had a lot of practice.

Ah! There's Mr. Cochran now.

A great man, Conal Cochran.

A true genius.

Daddy!

Watch your driving, honey.

You could've killed that man.

I didn't hurt him! Hey, sorry

about that. Glad it didn't hit ya.

And great big thank you for pickin' it up.

You all right?

No problem.

- Hey, Buddy Kupfer, San Diego.

This is my wife Betty.

Please to meet you.

And right there's Little Buddy.

Is it busted?

- No.

Don't you dare go in the street!

Do you hear me?!

I gotta go.

- I'll be checkin' you in now, sir.

I fiilled out the register. I left $40 under the blotter.

That'd cover it? - Oh, heavens, yes. Thank you, sir.

Have a pleasant stay.

Mr. Kupfer, I presume?

Your rooms are waiting.

Damn factory!

Got their orders all screwed up.

Now I have to stay in this dump again!

Oh, that's great.

Hey honey, it's a freebie!

This place is a zoo.

I saw Cochran.

His car, anyway.

And your old man stayed here on the 20th. I was right!

We'll go directly to the factory.

- Whoa. Hold on. Slow down, slow down. It's getting late.

I could use a drink.

Let's take our time.

It's okay with you?

To stay, I mean?

Yeah, I think these a ...

clothes could probably hold out

for at least one more day.

Maybe I ought to get another room.

That would look sort of suspicious, wouldn't it?

What I mean is, if you'd ...

feel more comfortable ...

I could sleep in the car.

Be better than this floor, anyway.

Where do you wanna sleep, Dr. Challis?

That's a dumb question, Miss Grimbridge.

It's six o'clock ... it's six o'clock ...

Curfew.

Curfew.

All residents of Santa Mira, please clear the streets.

Curfew is now in effect.

Please confine your activities to your own homes.

Thank you.

Have a very pleasant evening.

Oh, Jesus!

- Mister, I didn't mean to scare you.

Saw that bottle.

Thought it looked pretty heavy.

I ain't got no diseases.

You mind if I have a drink?

Goddamn.

Thank you.

Hey, just a second. You are ...

You have know anything about this Cochran?

Cochran, Cochran?

Do I know anything?

He made Santa Mira

what it is today.

Dried up, little pile of nothing.

Let me tell you something, mister.

He brought in every damn one of

them factory people from the outside.

You think he'd hire me?

A local boy?

No way. Turned me down flat.

You haven't got a dollar you can spare, do you?

Thank you.

All I can tell you, mister ...

is watch out.

You seen the TV cameras yet?

He's watching you, friend.

I guarantee you that.

Hey, Cochran ..., f*** you.

F*** you! - Ooh, ooh, shh, easy.

- It's all right all right. It don't matter to me.

He's probably listenin'.

And if he is ...

I got one thing to say.

It's the last Halloween

for that lousy factory of his.

Some pretty wild sh*t goin' on in there.

I ... I heard rumors.

Like what? What'd you hear?

- This year ...

I'm gonna get me ...

about a case and a half of Molotov cocktails.

Burn that son of a b*tch right down!

Be the last Halloween for them.

Last Halloween.

What?

Fellas, I was just kidding.

You know that ... You know that. Just kidding!

Oh, sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Are you picking up an order?

Are you picking up

an order at the factory?

Oh, yeah. - Oh, I figured.

There's no other reason to be in this godforsaken place.

All I can say is, good luck to both of us.

They may make great masks,

but ever since they started big volume business,

the little guy has to stand in line.

You know, what I mean?

I gave up ordering by mail.

But I hate trying to deal with 'em in person.

You can't win.

Oh, you know,

I hate to say anything, but ...

the merchandise

is slipping.

I mean. My four-year-old was throwing

the thing against the wall.

The trademark shouldn't just come right off.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

By the way ...

My name's Marge Guttman.

My shop's on Union Square in San Francisco.

You can't miss it. - Okay. - Why don't you look me up?

Yes. Thanks, I will.

- Bye.

Hello?

-Teddy.

I tried you at home.

Why would I be at home,

when there's something like this cooking?

Get it cooking.

- Got anything?

No. Someone made

a colossal boo-boo.

We've been doing an autopsy

on part of the car.

C-4 something.

Just plastic and metal shavings.

Two days wasted because

somebody mixed up the envelopes.

Where are you calling from?

Santa Mira.

The Rose of Shannon Motel. I'll

check back with you tomorrow.

All right, Sherlock.Ciao.

Two more days to Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

These commercials ...

Two more days to Halloween ...

never stops.

Wait.

Aren't you just ... the least bit tired?

No.

Wait. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

How old are you?

Relax.

I'm older than I look.

What's that?

Who cares?

What the hell was that?

What's going on?

I don't know.

Oh, my God. That must be Marge.

- Who's that? - A lady I met.

Excuse me, I'm a doctor. Please.

I said I'm a doctor.

Don't trouble yourself, sir.

She'll get the best care money can buy.

Who's in charge of the patient?

Why, Mr. Cochran, of course.

Mr. Cochran, good to see you, sir.

- Good evening, Mr. Rafferty.

It's all over, my friends.

Just a small accident.

The lady's going to get the very best

possible treatment. I promise you that.

Where are they taking her?

They're taking her to the factory.

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