Dr. Loomis:
[as he, Marion, and the Marshal drive out of Haddonfield] You didn't believe me, nobody did.
Marion:
I'm sorry.
Dr. Loomis:
Don't feel sorry for me, feel sorry for that little town back there. It'll be years before they forget this.
Marion:
Dr. Loomis, I think there's something else you should know.
Dr. Loomis:
Did you see the blackboard back there in the elementary school?
Marion:
Yeah.
Dr. Loomis:
In order to appease the gods, the Druid priests held fire rituals. Prisoners of war, criminals, the insane, animals... were... burned alive in baskets. By observing the way they died, the Druids believed they could see omens of the future. Two thousand years later, we've come no further. Samhain isn't evil spirits. It isn't goblins, ghosts or witches. It's the unconscious mind. We're all afraid of the dark inside ourselves.
Marion:
Dr. Loomis, please listen to me; this is very important. There's a file on Michael Myers that nobody knew about.
Dr. Loomis:
I've seen everything.
Marion:
No! No. It was hidden, sealed by the court after his parents were killed. Now after the Governor heard what happened tonight, he authorized Dr. Rogers to open it.
Dr. Loomis:
What file?
Marion:
It isn't fair. They should have allowed you to examine everything. That girl, that Strode girl, that's Michael Myers' sister. She was born two years before he was committed. Two years after, his parents died, and she was adopted by the Strodes. They requested that the records be sealed in order to protect the family!
Dr. Loomis:
[realizing why Michael returned home to Haddonfield] Geez! Don't you see what he's doing here in Haddonfield?! He killed one sister fifteen years ago, now he's trying to kill the other! [remembering that he just defended Laurie from Michael a few hours ago] Tonight, after I shot him, where did they take her?
Marion:
The clinic.
Dr. Loomis:
The clinic, where-- [To the marshal] Do you know this area well?
Marshal:
A little bit.
Dr. Loomis:
Where is the hospital located?
Marion:
Dr. Loomis, we're under orders from the governor!
Marshal:
It's back on Route 17, about 3 miles.
Dr. Loomis:
Turn this car around now!
Marshal:
I can't do that. I've got orders.
Dr. Loomis:
[pulls out his pistol and points it at the marshal] Those orders just changed!
Marion:
Dr. Loomis!
Marshal:
[calmly] Doctor, you're getting yourself into a lot of trouble.
Dr. Loomis:
What do you fellows usually do? Fire a warning shot, right? [shoots out window. The marshal stops the car and turns it around]
