Halloween: Resurrection

This programme contains very strong language and prolonged violent scenes.

WHEELS SQUEAKING

Laurie: You've heard of the tunnel.

The one we all go through sooner or later.

RAT SQUEAKING

At the end, there's a door...

WOMAN SHOUTING FAINTLY

..And waiting for you on the other side of that door...

is either Heaven...

or Hell.

MUFFLED SHOUTING

This is that door.

CRICKETS CHIRPING

LOW TALKING

Why is this patient in lockdown?

They didn't tell you about Laurie Strode? No.

You must have heard of her.

Sister of Michael Myers?

Michael Myers, the serial killer?

You'll hear all the gossip soon enough.

Let's just... No, tell me about her.

She decapitated a man.

Aah!

Oh, my God. Wh-why?

Halloween. Three years ago.

20 years after the first murders,

her brother finally found her.

Tracked her down to the school where she was working.

There were several murders.

Lots of confusion.

RADIO CRACKLES

SIREN

Guys, over here!

RIPPING

Oh, my God. She killed the wrong person.

Uh!

Father of three.

Why didn't the paramedic say something?

GAGGING

His larynx had been crushed.

Don't let on you know.

Hello, Miss Strode. Did you enjoy your dinner?

She hasn't said a word in years.

Extreme disassociative disorder.

The doctors think she's a suicide threat.

They found her up on the roof more than once.

Must be the guilt.

All she does is stare out that window.

God know what she sees out there.

DOOR CLOSES

LOCK CLICKS

CRICKETS CHIRPING

Hello?

Anyone out there?

CLICKS LIGHTER

Boooo!

Holy shit! Ha ha ha!

Harold, are you trying to give me a heart attack?

How the hell did you get out again?

And who are you supposed to be today?

John Wayne Gacy.

Born in Chicago, Illinois in 1942. Come on, big guy.

Killed 33 people. Buried them under his house.

He was executed on May 7... I know, Harold.

Willie, I'm not trying to criticize your work,

but if you put Harold in his room...

how come I see him in the basement?

But...I just... Two seconds ago, he was...

Come on. Let's go get him.

How many times do I have to tell you?

You gotta be sure what you're doing.

What are you doing? I skipped dinner.

Hurry up. OK.

Harold?

What are you doing down here?

What's gotten into you?

SCREAMING

SQUEAKING

THUMPING

BANGING

Agh! Agh!

Agh!

GASPING

Hmm. Ted Bundy. Born November 24, 19...

SCRAPING

BANGING ON DOOR

Hello, Michael.

CLICK

I knew you'd come for me sooner or later.

What took you so long?

You failed, Michael.

You want to know why?

Because I'm not afraid of you.

But what about YOU?

Are you afraid of ME?

Are you afraid to die, Michael?

I just have to be sure.

Uh!

Aah...!

I'll see you in Hell...

HEAVY BREATHING

GIGGLING

Michael Myers.

Born October 19, 1957.

Killed his older sister, October 31, 1963.

Killed three high school students, October 31, 1978.

Also killed three nurses and a paramedic, same night.

CHUCKLES

Was believed to be dead, then killed four students,

Hillcrest Academy, 1998.

Has been missing, unheard of, last three years.

Now he's back.

CHUCKLING

Carl Jung tells us that the human psyche contains

a figment of ourselves that even the collective unconscious denies.

Good morning, Paul. It's nice to see you in class. Am I keeping you up?

What do I mean by all this, people?

I mean that inside all of us

there lurks a dark, malevolent figure.

A kind of boogeyman, if you will,

that Jung called what?

Come on, stick with me, people.

Take that Kierkegaardian leap of faith.

Jung said we must face down our fears

and face up to the figure he called...what?

The shadow.

Yes, Sara, very good. Thank you.

I'm glad somebody was awake. BELL RINGS

Hey, Sara!

Sara, wait up!

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Guess what?

Uh-uh. What did you sign us up for this time?

We gotta find Rudy. Come on!

Hey, Rudy.

Don't distract me.

I can't help myself.

I am distracting.

Have you checked your email?

No. Why? Did you send me something?

We're in! They picked all three of us!

What? Are you serious?

Uh-huh!

Yes!

That is all good. This isn't one of your little jokes, is it? No...

but Sara doesn't want to go. I haven't decided yet.

No, no, no. That is unacceptable. It is unacceptable.

We're gonna be bigger than the Osbournes. We're gonna be large.

Every time I let you two talk me into something, I regret it.

Without me, you would die of boredom.

Us! Without US, you would die of boredom.

Whatever.

Are you sure they're not just putting us in some house with hidden cameras in the shower?

No. It's like we're investigative reporters

searching a crime scene. And look at the scholarship.

Yeah.

Besides that, thousands of people

are gonna see my face...

OUR face.

Don't do it. >

That's the house where it all started.

He walked its hallways, hid in its closets,

dreamed in its bedrooms, helped his mother in the kitchen,

watched TV in the living room with his dad,

played in his sister's bedroom.

Then one day, he picked up a knife...

..and he never put it down again.

MA...H!

MA...A...A...AH...!

That guy's fucking weird.

Don't pay any attention to him. He's just trying to scare us.

I just need to send a quick email.

"Deckard...you'll never believe what I got myself into."

Deckard? Who's Deckard?

Oh, it's my screen name.

Sara needed some tech support setting up her offline reader, so I...

You said you're a graduate student? Graduate of what? Junior high?

Shut up, all right? We talk every day. I don't know...

It's like we're dating. She's never even seen you.

And Yahoo chat rooms do not count. Yes, they do count.

In the old days, knights used to spend their entire lives

courting ladies that they would never even touch?

They'd send each other sonnets and stuff. That's before internet porn!

Whatever.

Now what are you doing? Just give me a second, all right?

REVS ENGINE

I hope Sara shows up wearing something acceptable.

She can't still be mad at us for the last time.

Oh, here she is. Hey!

OK, everybody, listen up!

Sara, are you gonna wear this?

I thought I told you we were gonna be on camera.

I'd like to start this off

by saying the search is over.

You six have been selected to explore

America's worst nightmare.

Tomorrow night, Halloween,

live, in front of the whole entire internet universe...

you six will enter the birthplace of evil in its purest form.

The childhood home of our most brutal mass murderer, Michael Myers.

Thank you. Thank you.

What do YOU hope to find in the house tomorrow?

My way into network broadcasting.

Michael Myers is not just a man behind a mask.

He's a legend.

I'm interested in how Michael Myers embodies

the politics of violence embedded in pop mythology.

Never underestimate the effect of a poor diet.

Too much protein, not enough zinc.

Next, you're cutting up bodies in the bathtub. Hitler was a vegetarian.

He was seriously malnourished.

You don't have to go far to find Michael Myers.

He is the great white shark of our unconscious.

He is the dark-eyed child of our spirits.

He's every murderous impulse we've ever had.

He's the little voice that whispers to us

to strangle the old lady taking too long at the checkout counter.

Get to know him, baby. He's you.

So, tell us, Sara,

why do ordinary people turn to murder?

Well, I, um...

I think it has something to do with upbringing.

A-A-AGH...!

Damn! That girl can sing.

That's what I'm looking for. Ooh.

TV: Ha-ya!

Get his ass! Get his ass! Get his ass!

Who's better than Wat Chun Lee? Whoopin' everybody's ass while he's smokin' a cigarette.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Oh, shit. Who's knockin' on my door this late?

They're distracting me from seeing Wat Chun Lee whoop some ass.

Sara? Ooh.

Sara, what are you doing here? It's late.

I'm dropping out.

..What?

I'm sorry. It's just I'm so freaked out, I can't even sleep.

Slow down, slow down. What's the problem?

I'm not like the others.

I know you're not like the others.

You know you're not like the others.

The others ain't nothin' but a bunch Of smart-ass, wise-crackin', posin' wannabes.

You are the real deal. Every existing element about you is what the internet audience really wants.

I don't want to be famous.

What do you mean, you don't want to be famous?

That's the American dream.

I think I'm just scared.

It's OK to be scared. Being scared is good. Fear is good.

Fear motivates. Fear gives you the feeling of being alive.

Fear makes me want to throw up.

You'll be surprised at how much you surprise yourself.

Look, I'm sorry to bother you. I just...

It's OK. Sleep on it. We'll talk about it tomorrow. You can sweat it tonight, man.

Now take your tail on outta here and go to bed.

Ol' Freddie boy, damn, you good.

Shit you come up with off the top of your head, boy.

Why don't you just pat yourself on your back?

Oh, Wat Chun Lee! Oh!

HORN TOOTS

Are you coming out soon or are you planning on sub-letting?

Mmm! Sexy girl!

Don't you think it's a bit too revealing?

I think it's perfectly revealing.

Aah!

What?

Are you OK?

Did you see the boogeyman or something?

The boogeyman? How very Jungian.

Dr Mixter's class? I'm taking that course, too.

I hope they have this in black.

Ah, there she is.

Oh, my God, you've been pussy-whipped.

What's worse, you've been cyber-whipped. Where's your costume?

Oh, I can't go out tonight. I promised Sara I would watch her first episode.

She's really nervous.

No. No, Mickey Stern's party is tonight, and you know that.

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, man. I guess I forgot.

Forgot?! Do you have any idea what it means for two freshmen to get invited?

It's never happened before!

Your sister invited us so you wouldn't tell your mother about her tattoo.

OK, that's besides the point, Myles Barton.

You can either sit here in your little dream fantasy world,

or you can come to this party and learn to walk like a man.

What's it gonna be?

All right, let's go.

Ah, chat-room romance?

He's just a friend.

He's probably 50 and bald, with a bad toupee.

Jen.

He probably collects human skin.

Give me a break, Jen. OK, everybody listen up. >

The home that you will be entering tonight

has been rigged up with several cameras,

but for the most part, the audience will see only what you see.

See these cameras here?

I kinda like these cameras.

They can pretty much be clipped on to anything.

You know, a hat, shirt collar, your coat collar.

The viewers can pretty much control what they want to watch,

switch around from camera to camera,

depending on what seems the most intriguing to them.

So if you guys want to be stars for the night,

I suggest you do something very interesting

so that it's worth the while of the viewers

to keep their cameras on you.

Cameras are so phallic.

Is that good or bad?

Depends who's watching.

HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING

GENERATOR RUNNING

Hey, Orson Welles, pick a placement and move on.

Look...

Low angles - scary.

High angles - scary.

Medium angles - boring.

You learned that shooting all those weddings and Bar Mitzvahs.

Hey, hey! I went to Long Beach State - same as Spielberg.

Charley, we're on a schedule here, OK?

Tell Max to rig a camera in the sister's room.

Max is back at the hotel helping Freddie.

OK.

MUSIC CONTINUES TO PLAY

BREATHING

STEAM HISSES

GAGGING

Freddie!

baby, calm down. It's all good. Just relax. I got it under control.

There was this Firebird parked right in front of the house,

totally about to ruin the establishing shot,

but I called a tow truck. Yep, it's on its way.

All right. Bye.

Look at you, Charley. That's a nice angle, boy.

REPORTER: Look, there he is now.

Here we go.

Mr Harris! Can we ask you a few questions, Mr Harris?

I got one word for you. What's that? Product placement.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

I like the sound of that.

While we're going around the house discovering the secrets of Michael Myers,

we could be drinking Pepsi or sporting the Gap, right?

How's everyone doing?

'We're gonna get it started like this.'

In the next ten minutes, we're going to enter a mystery

wrapped up inside of a riddle inside of an enigma.

Everything you see,

absolutely everything you see is real.

There's no actors, none of the components or contents in the house

have been messed with, mixed up, diluted or tampered with in any shape, form, or fashion whatsoever.

Now, I'm not exactly sure what's gonna happen,

but no-one will be allowed to leave until the show is over.

Our state-of-the-art camera surveillance system will pick up anyone who tries to sneak out.

SNAP

SNAP

Let the dangertainment begin...

(motherfucker).

Well, people, let's do it.

HONK

CREAK AND SLAM

Rudy!

Way to go. This is gonna be fun.

Looks like nothing's been touched in years.

I read that after the murders, the family just sealed it up

and left without taking anything with them.

It's not exactly a house you put on the market.

But I'll bet it has one of those big, nice, old kitchens.

Where are you going? I'm gonna check it out.

What are we gonna do?

We don't have to do anything.

Technically, we just have to be in the house.

Shouldn't we be looking for answers?

All right. The devil made him do it. I'm done.

We owe it to the people watching to at least take a look around.

Oh, that's cute. You're already worried about your fan base?

You are, like, this close to getting voted off the island.

Hey, check this out.

Want something tasty and delicious?

Tasted 40-year-old fennel? Eww, don't. It's gotta be rotten.

That's strange. What?

It smells fresh.

Yeah, it does. Yeah.

You know, Donna, you got great legs.

What time do they open?

One o'clock?

Goddamn.

Sara...

You think this is the one he used to do his thing?

No. They'd keep that in an evidence locker somewhere.

Whew.

Boo. Aah!

Are you scared?

No.

What's in here?

What is that?

METAL SQUEAKING

OK, so I admit that this place is a little creepy, OK?

No, no, no, no, no. You have no idea.

Look at this.

Wow, a chair.

My God, do you think they actually kept him in this?

What is that? Looks like the key to Sara's chastity belt.

Rudy!

Maybe we should poke around a bit,

see what else we can find.

Ha! Aye-aye, captain.

Why are you touching me?

Don't.

Go poke.

BREATHING

SHRIEKING

LOUD MUSIC PLAYING

Hey, what's going on?

Scott, what are we doing here?

Hey, man, be cool, all right?

Relax. Have fun. Shit.

Think anyone will know we're supposed to be from Pulp Fiction?

CHILDREN LAUGHING

Ah! Shit!

Careful, Jen.

Hands off, Bud.

Bet this is Judith's room.

You know, the older sister.

The one he killed when he was six years old.

Hey! Keep the camera on the money here.

I think it happened when she was right there.

Poor little Judith - helpless...

brushing her hair...

..young...

and naked.

Cos that's gonna happen, right? Come on, Jen.

One flash and you could light up a thousand computer screens.

Launch your whole career.

You think?

You crack me up.

It's a good wardrobe for you, Jen.

FLOOR CREAKS

Wait! No, somebody else is in the hall!

Come on.

DOOR OPENS

Come here, lover boy.

Aah!

What are you doing, you big perv?!

They're exploring the house of a mass murderer, live. Wanna watch?

No way. Sure.

Oh, OK.

Impulse control disorder.

Huh?

That's my theory.

I think Michael Myers had fits of rage

that he could not control.

Kind of like a klepto or a nympho or a pyro.

So, instead of stealing silverware,

he slashes the necks of teenage girls?

Oh, come on...

Haven't you ever had an impulse that you just could not control?

Continuously. You mean "continually".

"Continuous" means continuing uninterrupted,

while "continual" means reoccurring periodically.

Donna, when are you gonna get out of your head and start thinking with your body?

Please. Does that line ever actually work on the chicks in the music department?

Art history, too. Sometimes even poli-sci.

Well, it doesn't cut it with critical studies. Bummer.

Besides, screwing a music major

would be tantamount to lesbianism.

I could get into that.

I'm telling you, it's in the food.

Remember that guy who was on trial for murder in San Francisco?

All he ate was Twinkies.

Rudy, do you ever think about anything other than food?

Wouldn't you like to know?!

WOMAN SCREAMING

Jen?

Jen?

What's goin' on?

What happened? I don't know.

I turned my back and she was gone. Jen!

Jen?

Jen?

Jen.

Jen? >

Jen?

Jen?

AGH...!

Turn it down!

Gotcha! God, you bitch.

Slut!

You know what? That's not right,

OK? You're foul. So foul.

Yeah, this is to us,

for successfully - let me give you a little more -

puttin' together something collectively

so ingenious as a team and a duo,

that we should definitely be able to secure a lot of food on the table

as long as everything goes as nicely as it's goin' right now.

FLOOR CREAKS

I'm gonna get her back for that.

Watch me...

AGH!

Oh, my God!

Cheers.

Mm.

What just happened?

We just lost Bill's camera. Oh, shit.

He must've just dropped it. Fuckin' idiot.

Find another view quickly, please. Freddie, relax.

I think this is going really well. Really, baby?

YES! We are doin' our thing. OK.

To dangertainment.

Salute.

And this must be the bed where he was conceived.

Stop showing off, Jen.

FLOOR CREAKS

Aaaah!

Rudy!

Jen, help me!

Are you OK?

Rudy, help.

What happened? What is that thing?

MUSIC PLAYING

Hey, is this that Michael Myers thing? Yeah.

All right. Cool.

What is this?

Oh...sorry.

Are you?

You're such a lothario.

Um...

I don't know what that means exactly, but, uh...

Just go with it.

Hold on. I just thought of something.

"Hold on"?

You've got to be kidding me.

Are you looking for Playboys?

This ain't right.

Well, it's obvious that the boy was subject to emotional and physical abuse.

No, I mean, all of this. It's not right.

It's too easy.

Why is all this stuff still here?

Answer that, Nancy Drew.

Where's Bill?

He's probably still mad at me.

He's gonna jump out of somewhere

and try and scare me.

You watch.

You watch.

METAL CLINKS

Jim?

HEAVY BREATHING

You know, if I'm keeping you from something, just let me know.

Look.

Voila.

Clever boy.

FLOOR CREAKS

They're looking for clues.

Something that might explain why Michael Myers went bad.

Jeez.

Hey, Scott. What's up? Nice costume.

Whoa.

Hey, you think they kept him down here?

Maybe. Look at this.

What?

What is it?

It's some sort of weird harness.

This whole place looks like some sort of sadistic playpen.

And you know what that makes me think? What?

There's definitely no cameras down here.

CHEERING

I could be a camera.

Say something smart.

Existence precedes essence.

God, you are sexy.

RUMBLING

CRASH

Aah!

Whoa!

Oh, shit!

Aah!

AGH!

That worked perfectly! That is what I'm talkin' about.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! All his victims! It's a mass grave!

Animal!

Oh, God.

All of his victims. Oh!

Shit. Look at this.

I don't fucking believe this.

What?

Made in fucking Taiwan.

DOOR CREAKS

HEAVY BREATHING

Oh, shit, man! Charley, where the fuck you been at, man?

Don't you know we've been lookin' all over this motherfucker for you?

And why the hell are you dressed like me anyway?

I ain't payin' you to be Michael Myers. I'M playin' Michael Myers!

If them kids come around and see us dressed up in the same shit, you're gonna ruin the whole effect!

What the hell is wrong with you?

I said, what you lookin' at me like that for?

You don't get it? You don't get it?!

Your shit ain't workin' up there, or somethin'?

Take your ass in the garage with Nora. That's your job.

Go back there with Nora and help her out. Go do your job.

I left the back door unlocked for your ass

to go out the back into the garage.

That's what I did. You need to get the hell outta here.

Go on, scoot! Skedaddle!

Get the fuck out of Dodge!

God damn. What the hell's somebody gotta do to get a little decent help up in this motherfucker?

God damn it. Come on.

Let's go find Freddie.

This is bullshit.

RUBBLE FALLS

Hey, Jim?

You gotta see this.

RAT SQUEAKS

Gross.

Hey, Freddie. Is this all part of the setup?

"Laurie Strode, sister of Michael Myers,

"survives Halloween night massacre."

GASP

Nice prop.

RAT SQUEALS

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Is anybody else seeing this?

Jim?

Aaah!

Aaah!

Aah! Oh, my God!

No! AGH...!

Help! Somebody!

Someone help! Oh, my God!

This isn't funny any more!

Help me!

Somebody help!

Stay away from me!

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

That was so fake.

No, no, wait. Wait, you guys. That really just happened. She was just killed.

Man, you're gullible.

WATER BUBBLING

It's a good thing there's no cameras in here.

We're wearing cameras.

Aaaah!

Michael's here! I saw him! He's in the house!

He's here!

COUGHING

What's goin' on? What you talkin' about here?

There's nobody here. You're just buggin' out again.

It's not funny, OK? He's down in that room.

There is 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 people in the house.

There's no Michael Myers here.

Listen, I saw him right over there.

He's in here? Ooh. Michael Myers.

Where's Michael Myers? I don't see nothin'. He was in here.

Bringin' me down. I saw...

AGH!

Agh!

Fucker! Whoa! Turn off the cameras!

Turn off the cameras!

Get it back online. What's wrong?

Cut to a different camera angle.

It's me. It's me. Freddie.

Freddie? What the fuck are you doing?

Damn, man, you hit me like I murdered your fuckin' mother or somethin'.

Relax, man. I'm only tryin' to give America a good show.

OK, so none of this shit is real, right?

Like, the the furniture,

the photos, the fucked up toys?

It's all fake. We've been set up.

You didn't have a show anyone would watch,

so you set us all up at our fucking expense? What expense?

You ain't contributed a dime to settin' up none of this shit.

Besides, don't nobody want to see any of y'all runnin' around no empty house,

possibly comin' up with nothin' any-damn-way. America don't like reality, first of all.

Second, they think the shit is boring.

They want a little razzle-dazzle, a little pizazz.

And us being the ones that give it to 'em, I don't see nothin' wrong with that.

I so did not sign up for this.

Y'all need to do me a favour, all right?

Just go along with this shit. Don't blow it. Not now.

You really have no idea of how nicely I worked things out,

so that we all can receive somewhat of a robust back end when this shit is all over.

I don't know what you wanna do about your share, but don't fuck it up for me.

I want my money. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to go scare the shit

out of some more of these motherfuckers,

so, I'm gonna get it crackin'.

Y'all do what the fuck y'all gotta do. See y'all.

Turn up the sound. Where'd everybody go?

DOOR CREAKS

COUGHING

There you are, Bill.

What do you guys want to do?

I don't know. I could use the money.

No. Fuck that.

I'm out. Me too. I quit.

Boo!

AGH! AGH...! AGH-AGH...!

She must be going for the first internet Emmy.

You can't scare us, Jen. You're gonna have to do better than that.

You too, Freddie.

Aaaaaaah!

Uhh! Eww! How'd they do that?

Some digital effects. No, it isn't!

Hello. 911?

Oh, my God.

It's locked!

Fuck!

Go! Go in there! Go in there now!

Jim, run!

Run!

Ah...!

Oh!

Hey, Michael!

Yeah, I'm talkin' to you. You want a piece of me?

You should try a little less protein in your diet, you know?

Control some of that aggression!

Want some of this, huh?

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

I know what 911 is for! It's an emergency. It's not a hoax.

Motherfucker, come on. You tryin' to fuckin' kill me?

You like sushi, motherfucker?! You gonna fuckin' kill me?

Oh, shit.

CHEERING

Somebody... Somebody out there, please help us!

Somebody, please help us.

She really is a very talented actress.

Deckard. Deckard, if you're there, please let me know.

Who's Deckard?

Myles is Deckard!

Deckard, he's... He's killing all of us.

He's killing us.

There he is!

Zoom in! Zoom in!

Tell her he's coming up the stairs. This isn't funny any more, guys.

Aah...

Look, he heard her!

He's at the door!

Get out!

No! It's too high!

Aaah!

ALL SHOUTING

I can't see you!

BEEP!

(Deckard... Where is he?)

BEEP!

Tell her to go! Now's her chance. Come on, go!

(My God. Everybody's dead!

(Where is he?)

(I don't know.)

(We got to get the fuck outta here now.

(Come on. Let's go.)

FREDDIE SCREAMS

Oh, shit!

Aaah!

So, you want to be on dangertainment?

Let's see what you got.

Waa-hyah!

Yo, Mike, come see me. Michael, come and see me!

Look at me!

MAKING KUNG FU NOISES

You wanna fuck with me, huh?

You motherfucker!

Haaa-yah!

Let's get outta here.

Come on.

You all right?

I saw his room.

He's been livin' underneath this fuckin' house

for who knows how long.

Probably the last 20 years. Come on.

I swear on my soul...

I had no idea.

I swear. BEEP

Aw, shit!

Come on. Let's go.

Oh, my God. He cut the cable.

Where the fuck is he?

This is bad.

Deckard...

where is he?

BEEP

NO...!

AGH!

Oh, no...

AGH!

You bastard!

This is for Jen!

MOTOR REVS

This is for Rudy!

For all of them!

MOTOR STOPS

Oh, shit.

Aah!

Trick or treat...motherfucker!

No!

No!

Burn, motherfucker!

Burn!

Sara!

Come on, come on!

Hey, Mikey! Happy fuckin' Halloween!

SIRENS

BEEP

Sara? Sara Moyer?

Sara?

Sara, can we get a statement?

Over here.

Thank you, Deckard.

You saved my life.

CHEERING

What's it feel like to be a hero?

How does it feel now it's over?

What makes you so sure it's over?

Excuse me. No more cameras!

Dangertainment is off the air.

Why don't y'all show some respect?

Make a statement. Tell us about Michael Myers.

Michael Myers is not a sound bite,

a spin-off, a tie-in,

some kind of celebrity scandal.

Michael Myers is a killer shark

in baggy-ass overalls

that gets his kicks off of killing everything and everyone that he comes across.

That's all.

We're done dancin' for these cameras. Let's get outta here, Sara.

But how are you feeling right now?

How am I feelin' now? You wanna know how I'm feelin' right now?

Feel this!

That's him, isn't it? I want to see his face.

I want to warn you, ma'am, it's not a pretty sight.

All right.

Come on, back it off. Let's go.

Wow. You're lookin' a little crispy, Mikey.

Like some chicken-fried motherfucker.

Well, may he never, ever rest in peace.

Hey, how's it goin'?

You've gotta be kidding me. Another one?

It's your lucky night. You got a celebrity.

Ooh, let me get my autograph book.

I'm not kidding. It's Michael Myers.

Get me a copy of that autograph.

It's crackin' me up.

SCREAM

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