Halloween: The Curse of Michael Myers

Doctor Sam Loomis:
I knew what he was, but I never knew why.

Mrs. Blankenship:
A long, long time ago, it was a night of great power. When the days grew short, the spirits of the dead, returned to their homes to warm themselves by the fire's side. All across the land, huge bonfires were lit. Ohhh, there was a marvelous celebration. People danced, and they played games, and they dressed up in costumes, hoping to ward off the evil spirits. Especially the boogey man.

Tommy Doyle:
When Michael Myers was six years old, he stabbed hs sister to death. He was locked up for years in Smith's Grove Sanitarium, but he escaped. Soon after, Halloween became another word for mayhem! One by one, he killed his entire family, until his nine-year-old niece, Jamie Lloyd, was the only one left alive. Six years ago - Halloween night - Michael and Jamie vanished. Most people believed them dead but I believe someone hid them away. Someone who keeps Michael, protects him... tries to control him. If there's one thing I know, you can't control evil. You can lock it up, burn it, and bury it, and pray that it dies, but it never will. It just... rests awhile. You can lock your doors, and say your prayers, but the evil is out there... waiting. And maybe, just maybe... it's closer than you think!

Beth:
We are not going to allow the powers that be tell us what to do anymore. For years Halloween represented everything wrong with Haddonfield, but Michael Myers is gone. There is no Boogeyman.

Barry Simms:
Dang Tim! Does she get this riled up in the sack? I bet she wears crotchless panties and barks like a dog!

Doctor Sam Loomis:
Not dead, just very much retired.

Barry Simms:
There is help for people like you. It's called electroshock therapy. C'mon, you don't really believe Michael Myers is actually alive?

Tommy Doyle:
Micahel's work isn't done in Haddonfield, and soon, very soon, he'll come home to kill again. But this time I'll be ready.

Doctor Sam Loomis:
Good God! Terrence, come in.

Dr. Wynn:
Good grace, what a night! Not so much as a sign for five miles on that road.

Doctor Sam Loomis:
That's the beauty of the countryside... I thrive on it.

Dr. Wynn:
God, you look good Sam.

Doctor Sam Loomis:
Ah, I feel great! I had surgery, plastic surgery. Skin grafts. It cost a fortune, but at least I don't frighten people anymore.

Dr. Wynn:
Well don't tell me that the revered rasputin of Smithsgrove has grown complacent in his old age! I won't believe that for a second.

Dr. Wynn:
Well, guess who after 32 years is finally relequishing his duties as chief administrator of Smithsgrove?

Doctor Sam Loomis:
Dear God. You don't mean you're...

Dr. Wynn:
Retiring? I came by to give you the news myself.

Doctor Sam Loomis:
Well, I wish you will Terrence.

Dr. Wynn:
To old friends, to retirement, to new beginnings.

Dr. Wynn:
It's no prank; you're the one I've chosen Sam. I want you to come back.

Doctor Sam Loomis:
After my stroke six years ago they practically had to hold a pistol to my head to get me to retire. But things are different now- I'm different. I've buried the ghosts, I've buried them in this manuscript. I don't want to practise medicine anymore.

Doctor Sam Loomis:
Michael Myers is my business.

Tommy Doyle:
Untie her!

Dr. Wynn:
Do as he says! Do it.

Dr. Wynn:
You should join us, you have talented.

Tommy Doyle:
Shut up.

Barry Simms:
OK, next caller. We have Duanne on the line. What's on your feeble excuse for a brain?

Barry Simms:
Do you have a point to make Duanne or should I continue spanking the monkey?

Barry Simms:
Wank, wank. Thank you Duanne.

John Strode:
Enough of this Michael Myers bullshit!

Dr. Wynn:
I'd like you to come back to Smith's Grove.

Doctor Sam Loomis:
Dr. Wynn, you know it is not wise to play Halloween pranks.

Tommy Doyle:
Michael's work is not finished in Haddonfield. And soon, very soon, he'll come back.

Kara:
Beth, who's that guy that lives across the hall from you?

Beth:
Why? You interested?

Kara:
No. He's always staring out of his window. Last night I caught him watching me.

Beth:
Oh, that must be Tommy. On a weirdness scale from one to ten, he rates about a thirteen. Supposedly some scary sh*t happened to him when he was a kid. Messed up his head really bad. He's harmless though. Probably just lonely...

Tim Strode:
...or horny. Something you haven't felt in a while.

Tommy Doyle:
I was only 8 years old when I saw him... but I was one of the lucky ones. I survived.

Tommy Doyle:
Where are they? Where's Kara? I feel like I've been drugged.

Doctor Sam Loomis:
We have been drugged.

Tommy Doyle:
I don't understand, why didn't they kill us when they had the chance?

Doctor Sam Loomis:
It's his game, and I know where he wants to play it.

Kara:
Where do we go?

Doctor Sam Loomis:
As far away from Haddonfield as possible.

Tommy Doyle:
Come with us.

Doctor Sam Loomis:
No, I have some business to attend to.

Doctor Sam Loomis:
I thought Michael was a monster, but you...

Dr. Wynn:
Leave him. It's his office now.

Dr. Wynn:
I was getting worried Sam, I was afraid you wouldn't make it.

Doctor Sam Loomis:
Why now?

Dr. Wynn:
Beacuase you were the first one to see it. You recognised its power.

Dr. Wynn:
Evil. Pure, uncorrupted, ancient...

Doctor Sam Loomis:
You are a mad man.

Dr. Wynn:
I have my plans for this baby. Jamie's baby, will be the dawn of a new age. And I'm asking you to join me.

Dr. Wynn:
About time Doctor Loomis. Welcome to your fate. The time has come for you to know the truth. The time has come for you to join us.

Doctor Sam Loomis:
Why now?

Dr. Wynn:
After Jamie escape last night, I knew she would come to you. And I knew you would lead us to her baby, her very special baby. I needed her, just as I need you now. It's your destiny Sam, it lives inside you. It always has, you know that don't you?

Doctor Sam Loomis:
You are... a mad man.

Dr. Wynn:
Look around you Sam, madness everywhere. Famine, war, a great plague. These are signs we must restore balance to the natural order of things. We merely provide the means.

Doctor Sam Loomis:
Michael?

Dr. Wynn:
We've given him the power, the gift of thorn. I am its deliverer. I follow it, act as its guardian! I protect Michael, watch over him. And... now it's time for another. Now it's time for you, Doctor Loomis.

Dr. Wynn:
Michael, your final sacrafice.

Kara:
Michael, you can make him stop it. Don't kill the baby. You know whose baby it is, don't you?

Dr. Wynn:
MICHAEL!

Kara:
The baby is yours. Isn't it Michael?

Dr. Wynn:
Spirits and powers of the flame, attend and witness this ritual. Bear our gifts to Thorn. Open us to the path of Darkness. By these runes transform us. Let the hammer descend upon the Chosen One to whom we offer this sacrifice of Innocent Blood. And then Danny, your journey begins. Kill for him!

Doctor Sam Loomis:
I suppose it was a ghost who did all of this, and a ghost on the radio last night, and a ghost being carried out of here now."

Doctor Sam Loomis:
Dear God! Jamie!

Paramedic:
Only God can help her now sir.

Doctor Sam Loomis:
It was Jamie Lloyd.

Dr. Wynn:
That was six years ago Sam. She died with him in that explosion, you know that.

Doctor Sam Loomis:
I've wanted to believe it. But I've felt Michael's presence, behind these walls, just like all those years ago. Plotting, staring, Staring. Waiting for some signal. I can't go through this again, not alone. Please, as my colleague, as my friend. Help me.

Tommy Doyle:
Michael's work isn't done in Haddonfield. And soon, very soon, there come home to kill again. But this time, I'll be ready.

Kara Strode:
I'm across the street. I can see you. Beth, I want you to listen to me. Get Tim and get out of that house right now.

Kara Strode:
Beth, look out! There's someone in the room! He's right behind you!

Jamie Lloyd:
(last words before Michael finally killed her) You can't have the baby, Michael. You can't have the baby.

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
Michael? It's over! It's finally over. It's all over.

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
As far away from Haddonfield as possible.

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
No, I have some business to attend to.

Dr. Terence Wynn:
That was six years ago, Sam. She died with him in that explosion, you know that.

Dr. Terence Wynn:
It's your game now, Doctor Loomis!

Dr. Terence Wynn:
Michael. Michael's gone!