Horror. Twenty years after the events of the original film, Laurie Strode (Jamie Lee Curtis) relives her worst nightmare as her murderous brother, presumed dead, tracks her down.
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# Mr Sandman
# Bring me a dream
# Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
# Give him two lips like roses and clover
# Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
# I'm so alone
# Don't have nobody to call my own
# Please turn on your magic beam
# Mr Sandman bring me a dream... #
< SCRAPING SOUND
-What's going on?
-My house was broken into.
Hasn't anyone told you, second-hand smoke kills?
Yeah, but they're all dead.
Yeah, yeah. It's, er,
4946 Cypress Pond.
OK. Right, thanks.
15 minutes and they'll be by.
Where you going?
-Check out your house.
-Wait for the police.
Where's the fun in that?
Are you coming?
I better stay here and protect her.
Oh, right, dude.
Let's not anyone mess with me here!
Jimmy's been suspended five times for getting crazy with the stick!
Nothing to fear, the coast is clear.
-I checked the rooms and closets.
They did a number on your office.
There's crap everywhere.
Oh, and they messed up
your kitchen really bad, too. Good night.
So much for the cops.
We got beer.
We'll get messed up. I say we egg the house across the street.
DOOR CREAKS OPEN
Oh, my God!
Oh... Oh, God!
Looks like a prank.
Police. Anybody home?
1410, request burglary detectives,
at 4946 Cypress Pond Road.
What have you got?
We hit the daily double.
Whose house is this, anyway?
Marion Widdington, Dr Sam Loomis's nurse -
the shrink who died a few years ago. He lived here. She took care of him.
He chased the Halloween guy who killed kids in Haddonfield.
You don't think Michael Myers...?
-Never found his body.
-That was 20 years ago.
Loomis was obsessed with Myers.
This is quite a love fest.
-I'll call Haddonfield.
-There's no way.
Precaution. Tomorrow's Halloween.
Look for a guy with Alzheimer's.
He'd be younger than me.
I was 15 when he killed his sister in '63.
Patch me through to Haddonfield.
Michael Myers... Yeah, right.
'I met him 15 years ago.
'I was told there was nothing left. No reason, no conscience,
'no understanding, even the most rudimentary sense of life and death,
'of good or evil, right or wrong.
'I met this six-year-old child,
'with this blank, pale, emotionless face
'and the blackest eyes -
'the devil's eyes.'
'I spent eight years trying to reach him,
'and seven keeping him locked up. I saw that what was behind his eyes
'was purely and simply evil.'
-Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!
You all right?
Do you need something?
Thanks. It's OK.
I'm making toast.
Mmmm, no. None for me, thanks.
Caffeine is not a food group.
We're out of Percodan.
You got mail.
It's from your dad.
Only two months late.
-I'll need the cash for Yosemite.
-You're not going.
Yes, I am.
I am, with your blessing.
-Wanna know why?
Because today's the day.
I can feel it. Today,
you'll realise I'm 17 and your overprotection inhibits my growth.
If you want, I'll take you camping.
I don't wanna go with you.
Dad would let me go.
Well, Dad is an abusive, chain-smoking, methadone addict.
Who would attract someone like that?
Just think, HE left YOU.
I know you get your smart mouth
from my family. But you're going too far.
-I'm going to Yosemite.
Help me out. I need more open air.
I've earned it.
I know today is the day...
Oh, I hadn't noticed.
Look, we're through with all that.
We really are.
You know what? You're becoming Oedipal.
In 20 years, you'll still be living with her.
-This means no Yosemite?
-How do I get out of it?
-Don't you wanna go?
It's lame. No, it's worse.
I went there two summers ago with my family. Loathsome, no it's worse.
Repugnant. That's it. I'd rather have my eyes pierced!
I'm very sorry. I wish I could help.
-But he promised...
My dad. Flaked on my financial aid.
The bursar's a dick. I can't go to Yosemite.
You're not going? I'm not going.
How will you get out of it?
Hold on, we ditch Yosemite, we can have a Halloween party.
We'll have the run of this place.
We can have an orgy.
I love how he thinks.
Hope that's not the only thing you love.
-All right, let's go.
See, I told you we'd make it.
When I was little, I peed in the woods.
That's the boy's room.
They'll deal with it.
OK, coast is clear.
OK. Come on.
I'll be next door. Mom's gonna go too.
LITTLE GIRL HUMS
It's just the door, Casey.
Here's some tissues. Casey?
GIRL CONTINUES TO HUM
LAURIE: All right, ready?
You know why you're here. The buses leave for Yosemite at 4.15 sharp.
Now for my obligatory plea,
that you uphold the standards of Hillcrest.
That means, no musical sleeping bags,
no booze, no drugs, no kidding. THEY GROAN
Someone will ruin it for you.
I'll remind you that the entire teaching faculty...
This is my history report.
I forgot to hand it in. Guess who's not going to Yosemite?
Guess who has a fever and has to stay in bed?
-Need some company?
-So, what's the plan?
Romantic dinner, candles, soft music.
Get a hormone suppressant.
You're embarrassing the newlyweds.
That's it. Have a good time.
Why aren't you going camping, Miss Tate?
Because it sounds like fun. You?
Guidance counsellors aren't a hit in the wild. I'll stay here.
Mail and the new budget are on your desk.
The drains in the shower room are clogged.
Can I talk to you?
I called a plumber...
Thank you, Norma. Thank you very much.
Wait. Place of employment.
I'm sorry. I just needed a fix.
We still on for lunch?
You are without a doubt the most amazing, challenging woman I've met.
What's wrong now?
Stop with the Keri analysis, please.
You can do it tomorrow.
Can I just have today off?
-Whatever you want.
-Lunch, don't forget.
"Life had left him knowing that the ball would never come.
"He turned to see her enter the room,
"with her long, slender legs. They climbed high up her skirt
"leading to two tumultuous, round, melon breasts."
'Round melon what?!
'What kind of melon? Cantaloupe, watermelon, what?'
Baby, it's fiction. People like descriptive adjectives.
It's sensual and romantic.
'This writing career is unrealistic. We're married, we gotta get serious.'
This is serious.
'I've been patient. I want a baby before I can't get my butt back.'
Gimme a chance, I express myself creatively. We're paying the bills.
-Fuck me. Shit!
Not you. You scared me!
I wanna ask a favour.
-You're not going out.
-Just for lunch.
The next time I let you loose, I'll be fired.
I got a date with Molly. I want to make it special. What do you say?
I'll be back for afternoon classes.
I want to get a gift. Have a heart.
No. Can't do.
Come on, man. OK, how about this? You accidentally press the gate
and we sneak out.
'Don't you get your ass fired...'
Don't you do me wrong.
-No chance. Cool.
-Get outta here. Comb your hair.
One more book, honey. One more and I promise I'll work with your daddy.
Sorry. I thought you saw me.
You see me now?
How you doing?
Do you want to talk about it?
I think I'm losing John.
I think he's finally tired of my bullshit.
How about you? Are you tired of my bullshit?
I'm a counsellor - it attracts me.
So counsel me.
I know better.
I love you just the way you are.
Do you think it's possible
that something so tragic can happen to somebody that they never recover?
I like to believe that recovery is always possible.
There's a little back story that I haven't been...
completely successful with.
I've tried everything, I really have. I've tried everything.
Twelve Steps, self-help, group therapy...
-That's not everything.
Yeah? What else is there?
I'm a really good listener.
Some night by a warm fire.
I'll be right back.
Can I get another glass of Chardonnay?
GIRL OUTSIDE SCREAMS
Thank you very much.
I can't believe we're doing this.
Studies prove that all teenagers have shoplifted.
We could've avoided this if you'd taken your mom's booze.
-My mom's a functioning alcoholic...
What are you doing here?
You're not allowed to have off-campus lunches. You know that.
Sorry, Miss Tate.
Come on, I'll drive you back.
Charlie, go get in the car. I'll be right there.
-What the fuck are you doing?!
-Don't say that.
Don't put me in the position, John!
Do you know what day it is? Of all the days for you to pull this shit!
What do you think you can do, just wander around town?
-I don't ask for much. Gimme one day!
-I've given you 17 years.
Be responsible. Do you know what that means?
-Don't talk about responsible!
-I need this!
I'm not responsible for you!
That's it. That's enough. I can't take it, Mom. He's dead.
Michael Myers is dead.
What do you want me to say?
That it's over.
That we should try a happy existence.
All the shit in your head's leaking out on me. I can't take it any more.
You told me yourself you watched him burn.
I didn't stay to see his ashes.
Mom, 20 years. 20 years.
He would've shown up by now.
What's he waiting for?
Mom, I can't live like this. Sorry.
What does that mean?
You stay handcuffed to your dead brother, but you're not taking me.
Not any more.
-# Mr Sandman
# Bring us a dream
# Give him a pair of eyes with... #
Where the hell is he?
-Where were you?
-Walking the perimeter.
Where were you when they left?
Eyes up, Ronny.
Don't send down any more. I'm going to class.
This is the best part.
Do I get points or what? Huh?
You score, yeah.
It occurred to me today that I've never celebrated Halloween before.
One of our family butchers people on Halloween.
I just thought it in bad taste to celebrate.
So, why now?
I have to concentrate on what's right
about my life.
You are a sterling example of what's right.
And tonight you get my full concentration.
What could Victor have done to save Elizabeth?
Anybody at all?
Come on, people. Did anyone read the book?
You could've watched the movie.
Do you have any thoughts on Victor and Elizabeth?
He should've confronted the monster sooner. He caused Elizabeth's death.
He was so scared, he did nothing.
It took death for him to get a clue.
Why do you think he was finally able to confront his monster?
There was nothing to lose. The monster killed off those he loved.
Victor faced it.
It was his fate.
OK, everybody, have a good time.
It's a permission slip. Bus leaves in 45 minutes.
Go pack quick.
I don't have to go.
-Go, just go. Have fun.
It's good for you. Good for me.
Just call me. Call. If you feel like you've called too many times,
call once more. Have a great time.
What was that about?
She changed her mind about Yosemite.
I wouldn't say that.
I don't know.
She's doing fine.
Mrs Traney, I'll call you right back.
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you jump.
-It's Halloween, I guess everyone's
entitled to one good scare.
I've had my share.
I know it's not my place - if I could be maternal for a moment,
I don't like to see you like this.
I've seen you like this before and...
We've all had bad things happen to us.
The trick is to concentrate on today.
What do I know?
Just take care of yourself.
-Thanks. I'll see you Monday.
Oh, Miss Tate! Happy Halloween.
"She took off her clothes revealing her femininity. Lawrence looked
"with lust in his eyes and said, 'I wanna invade every part of you,
"'tantalise myself with your sweet nectar.'"
'Tanya better not fall for that shit.'
"Tanya laughed at him. 'You don't expect me to fall for that shit.'"
-'Make her smart.'
-Someone's here. I'll call back.
'What line did Tanya fall for?'
Same one you did.
There's some car at the gate.
'What's going on, baby?'
I don't know.
'Ronny, where did you go? Ronny!
'You get me going and then you go.'
LINE GOES DEAD
I keep scaring you today.
What are you doing?
What are YOU doing?
My rounds. Gotta check on the kids. I hoped to spend tonight with you.
I'd like the company.
Give me 20.
'Do you want to die tonight, CC?'
KNOCK ON DOOR
Oh, come on in.
Checking on the Hillcrest remains. You OK?
-Looking cute as ever.
What are you doing tonight?
We thought we'd hit the town, pick up some guys, have a date-rape evening.
-Care to join us?
Can't. Having my nipples pierced.
-Have a good time.
-If you need anything, contact me.
Send it through here.
Come on, man. Let's go.
KNOCK ON DOOR
I thought we'd do this right.
Oh, I love food. I really do.
I hope you don't mind if I get dumpy. It's my goal in life.
I always found obesity to be sexy.
You are so Renaissance.
# Happy was no friend of mine... #
Oh, the buffet has arrived.
For your pleasure tonight,
we have prepared Wednesday, Thursday and Friday's dinner selections.
Ignoring Meatloaf Monday and Turkey Tuesdays.
-I hate meatloaf.
-Where's the booze?
We need a corkscrew.
I'll get it. Don't start without me.
I'm not who you think I am.
Who are you?
My name's not Keri Tate.
What is it?
I changed my name when I went into hiding.
I like that. That's like the Witness Protection Programme.
Did you rat out the Mob?
My brother killed my sister...
..when she was 17.
Well, that's sucky.
How did he do that?
With a really big, sharp kitchen knife.
Take off your clothes.
You said you'd listen.
They locked him up for a long time.
But he got out and...
..he came after me. But I got away.
But he killed a lot of my friends.
You've heard the story?
It's, like, 20 years ago.
The sister, she died, right?
No, she faked her death.
Now she's the headmistress of a posh,
secluded private school in Northern California.
Hoping and praying every year...
..that her brother won't find her.
You're telling me the truth?
Now do you want a drink?
-I'll be right back.
Explains a lot, doesn't it?
You've lived with this for 20 years?
Something like that.
But, honey, you don't think that...
..after all this time he'd still be coming after you, do you?
He sat in a sanatarium for 15 years waiting for me.
..one rainy night he decides to go trick or treating.
How old were you?
Do you think they're at Yosemite?
Do you think they're there?
I don't know.
I just wanna call John. I just...
-What is it? What are you doing?
-My phone's dead.
Somebody didn't go to Yosemite.
Keri, what are you doing?!
I'm gonna find John.
This is nuts.
I hope so.
-Phones are out.
-There's a car at the gate
but I can't find any trespassers.
There's no reason to get upset yet.
-I'll look for John
and the kids. Get the phones working. We'll meet at the gate.
Where are you? We're waiting on you.
Inconsiderate, party of one,
your table's ready.
Found these but no corkscrew.
I'm hungry. Where you going now?
See if there's a corkscrew upstairs. I'll be right back.
Lights up, Charlie. No sex games till I've eaten.
Charlie, what are you... SCREAMS
Oh, shit. Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.
Did you hear that?
Yeah. What was it?
I'm gonna go check on those guys. They've been gone for a while.
What do you think they're doing?
It reeks of cheap scare, doesn't it?
TRIES LIGHT SWITCH
Maybe they skipped to dessert.
What the hell's that?
This is a sick joke.
Get out of here. Go!
Go. Go. Go.
What the fuck are we gonna do?
Go to the dorms and call the cops.
Oh, my God. Oh, no, please.
Come on! Come on.
-My keys. Oh, God. Oh, God.
-I can't find it.
-Get the fucking key!
I know. OK, OK.
Somebody open the fucking door!
-Open the door!
-Oh, my God.
He got stabbed.
-Can you walk?
-Who was that?
Get in there. Barricade the door. Lock it! Do as I say, now! Go.
What do we do? What do we do?!
Try to live.
-Go. Jump. Go.
-I'm not leaving you.
-I'm not leaving John.
Oh, God. Oh...
SOBS: Oh, no.
Oh, God. I thought...
Open up. It's me! Open up!
-Oh, my God.
Miss Tate, come on!
Drive down to the Beckers'.
Call an ambulance and the police.
-We're not leaving you.
-Do as I say!
-I'll be behind you.
-I'll be right behind you. Go!
He's dead. He's dead.
Shhh. He's dead. He's dead.
Come on. Shhh.
I got it. I'm gonna write a romantic thriller.
-Yeah, a thriller.
-'I love you.'
-I love you, too, baby.
I'm fine. The bullet just grazed me.
Load him in!
Shut the door! You, move!
Come on... Come on. Get up!
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Horror. Twenty years after the bloody Halloween events, Laurie Strode relives her worst nightmare as her murderous brother, presumed dead, manages to track her down and attempts to finish off what he didn't in 1978.