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					              HALLOWEEN: REUNION
                               By Blair Robertson
                 ‘This Halloween. The Murderous Reunion Begins’
                                  October 2006


NOTE: I do not own any of the Halloween rights. I’m just a fan with a fan script.

SECOND NOTE: This is a remake of my original draft of Halloween – Reunion. It’s a
very different script than ‘The Son of Michael Myers’. There’s no group of teenagers,
no house and no exits! It’s more focused on a few of the characters and their struggle
to not only deal with their past but their terrifying present... Happy Halloween and I
hope you enjoy reading this!



BLACK.

The DIMENSION logo flashes up with a crack of thunder and the
beginning notes of the HALLOWEEN theme...

FADE IN:

EXT. WOODHILL HOSPITAL – NIGHT

Imposing shot of the dark, Gothic hospital, all surrounded by
dark woods.

TITLE CARD: ‘October 29th 2006’

                                                                   CUT TO:

INT. RECEPTION – WOODHILL HOSPITAL – NIGHT

Sterile, white walls, Halloween decorations and people sitting
in the waiting area.

A white-uniformed nurse stands beside the receptionist’s
counter whilst the bubble-gum chewing brunette receptionist
flicks through a magazine.

A small TV behind the secretary plays a news report. As a male
reporter sits behind his news desk, the flashing news over his
right shoulder reads ‘Myers: Dead or Alive?’

                                 REPORTER
                      With Halloween a mere three days
                      away, we look back on the horrific
                      night of terror that left the small
                      town of Woodhill scarred. Leaving
                      several dead teenagers in his path,
                      the ruthless, cunning & evil Michael
                      Myers was left in a comatose state
                following a collision with a
                speeding vehicle.

The nurse looks up slowly to the TV as the receptionist throws
her magazine to the side.

                           RECEPTIONIST
                The same old shit as any other
                magazine.

                           NURSE
                Quiet...

                           RECEPTIONIST
                What?

The nurse points to the TV as the receptionist turns to watch.

                           REPORTER
                     (CONT’D)
                Many people believe that Michael is
                under lock & key in some secret
                location. Constantly watched in case
                of any sign of life. This is not the
                first time Michael Myers has terrorised
                small towns. The subject on most
                people’s minds, as Halloween draws
                closer, is one shrouded in mystery
                and fear.

We zoom in on the reporter’s face.

                           REPORTER
                Will the Boogeyman return?

CU on the nurse’s uneasy face as she rubs her throat gently.

                                                   FADE TO:

INT. BASEMENT – WOODHILL HOSPITAL – NIGHT

Dark, compact and filled with dripping pipes and squeaking
rats. A heart-monitoring machine stands beside a bed with
ragged dirty sheets. The bed’s occupant is unidentifiable.

A door opens to the room, a short, grey-haired, white-bearded
DR. NEIL McCAREY walking in. In his white doctor’s coat, he
steps over the bed-ridden patient.

                           DR. NEIL
                It’s that time of year again, ay
                Michael?

Dr. Neil slowly pulls a syringe and a small bottle from his
pocket.
                           DR. NEIL
                Around double this time of year,
                right?

Dr. Neil drains the bottle entirely with the syringe.

                           DR. NEIL
                It’s been two years now. Of keeping
                you sedated, hidden from the people
                you wish to harm.

Dr. Neil moves his hands over a leather strap, one of many
that bind Michael’s arms and legs to the bed. Dr. Neil
releases the strap on Michael’s right arm.

                           DR. NEIL
                If I could kill you, you murdering
                bastard, I would have done it a
                long time ago.
                     (beat)
                Still. Having the better of you
                in life is just as entertaining.

Dr. Neil smiles insanely, lowering the syringe to Michael’s
arm, patting the arm to arouse a vein. Behind Dr. Neil, the
door opens, a dark figure walking in.

As Dr. Neil pushes the syringe gently into Michael’s arm, the
sound of footsteps fill the room. Dr. Neil frowns, leaving the
syringe and turning around. He gasps in fright.

                           DR. NEIL
                What the hell-

                           NURSE
                Sorry doctor!

The nurse from reception clutches her chest as she bites her
lip. Dr Neil shakes his head.

                           NURSE
                Is he still alive?

                           DR. NEIL
                Unfortunately. Now, what is it you
                want?

                           NURSE
                I wanted to check on you. Watching
                a report on what happened two
                years ago... I just had this awful
                feeling. After what happened to
                that Doyle boy, ending up in Smiths
                Grove... it makes you wonder whether
                there’s a curse attached to this man.
                           DR. NEIL
                Nonsense. There is no curse. The
                boy needs psychological help,
                nothing more, nothing less.
                Everything is under control.

Heavy breathing begins to fill the room. Dr. Neil frowns,
turning slowly to look down at Michael. A hand shoots up,
grabbing Dr. Neil by the throat. The nurse screams as Dr. Neil
chokes.

                           DR. NEIL
                Get... help...

Michael’s other arm rips out from the straps along with his
legs. Michael jerks his hand, causing the doctor to fall to
his knees. Michael climbs off of the bed, face hidden.

The nurse turns and exits the room with a scream. Michael
stares down at Dr. Neil who chokes at his mercy.

                           DR. NEIL
                Please... Michael...

Michael’s grip tightens, the doctor’s eyes bulging, his face
reddening...

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. OFFICE – BASEMENT – WOODHILL HOSPITAL – NIGHT

The nurse stands in a cramped office with a few filing
cabinets and a single desk. She holds the phone to her ear,
dialling quickly.

                           NURSE
                Come on... come on!

A pole smashes into the nurse’s back, knocking her to the
floor, the phone crashing down. The nurse looks up with fear
as Michael steps over her, pole held vertically.

                           NURSE
                Oh god! No!

Michael hurls the pole down, impaling the nurse through the
throat. Blood splatters everywhere. Michael tilts his shadowed
head, breathing heavily.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. COMA WING – WOODHILL HOSPITAL – NIGHT

All is silent along the blue corridors of the comatose wing.
Glass doors lead into the individual patient rooms. A shadow
glides along the wall.
POV: We glide along eerily, turning to a door. The chart
beside the door reads ‘DOYLE, TOMMY’. Scarred hands grab the
chart, flipping it open.

Words like ‘crash’, ‘brain dead’ and ‘minimal chance of
recovery’ catch our eyes.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. PATIENT ROOM – WOODHILL HOSPITAL – NIGHT

In a blue room, an unconscious TOMMY DOYLE sleeps beneath a
pile of sheets. His eyes are worn, his face stubbly and his
dark hair matted. His eyes suddenly open as he takes in a
raspy gasp of air.

CU of the glass door, where a dark shape stands and stares
through.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. COMA WING – WOODHILL HOSPITAL – NIGHT

POV: We stare at Tommy. A minimal threat at the moment. Voices
sound. We turn to our right, quickly heading for a stairwell
door.

                                                 CUT TO:

EXT. WOODHILL HOSPITAL – NIGHT

A fire exit door closes with a light slam. A dark shape moves
along the brick wall.

POV: Our eyes are set on a car park ahead...

                                                 FADE OUT.

Thunder sounds in the distance, as the heavy breathing fades
out. Over the rumbling darkness, the HALLOWEEN theme kicks in
full verse, as the credits start to appear in a silver glow...

                          Starring:

                       Melinda McGraw
                        Josh Hartnett
                       Max Lloyd-Jones
                          Ted King
                        Jessica Biel
                        Devin Gardner
                        Clare Kramer
                          P.J Soles
                             And
                         Brad Loree
                    Special Appearance by:

                         Jamie Lee Curtis
                          Marianne Hagan
                                And
                         Paul Stephen Rudd




 HalloweeN
 R E U N I O N
As the credits/theme come to an end, we...

FADE IN:

EXT. SMITHS GROVE SANITARIUM – NIGHT

TITLE CARD: ‘October 30th 2006’

The large Sanitarium stands against the moonlit sky. Only a
few lights are on and all seems quiet.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. LOOMIS’ OFFICE – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Crammed with filing cabinets and bookshelves, an overworked,
tired looking WENDY LOOMIS (flowing brown hair, a mature,
pretty face and the look of a headstrong woman) sits behind
the over crammed desk. A small lamp gives her light to read a
file in her hands.

     ‘PATIENT: DOYLE, STEPHEN
      D.O.B: 10/30/1995
      Status: Category E’

Wendy reads through the file, her eyes wandering over as if
they’ve done this many times before. A small knock comes on
the door. Wendy looks up.

                             WENDY
                Enter.

The door opens, revealing a slim, aged janitor. He smiles a
toothy grin.

                             JANITOR
                Heya Dr Loomis.

                            WENDY
                Hi Ralph.

                           RALPH
                Working late again huh?

                           WENDY
                You know it. No life. Not with
                this patient.

                           RALPH
                Mmm. The Doyle boy. Takes me back
                quite a few years.

                           WENDY
                I know Ralph.

                           RALPH
                     (smiling)
                You’ve heard it a dozen times
                haven’t ya?

                           WENDY
                Yes. Back to when you first started
                in ’66.

                           RALPH
                Mmm. Myers was here then. And this
                Doyle boy is a duplicate of him.
                The looks. The behaviour. Give it
                another decade or so and that boy
                will be escaping.

                           WENDY
                I know Ralph. I’ve got security
                on it all ready.

                           RALPH
                I bet you have. You’re just like
                your grandfather, always vigilant.

This strikes a chord with Wendy as she narrows her eyes.

                           WENDY
                Only I’m better at taking
                precautionary action. You know,
                before the bloodshed begins.

Ralph tilts his head with a small nod, yanking up a mop.

                           RALPH
                Not to rush you or anything, but
                I really need to get your office
                done.
                           WENDY
                Ok, give me two minutes and I’ll be
                out of your way.

                           RALPH
                Thank you Dr Loomis.

Ralph backs out of the door as Wendy closes up Stephen’s file.
She sighs to herself, grabbing her purse from the floor and
standing.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. ELEVATOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy stands in a steel elevator. It gently hums as it moves.
Wendy holds up her cell phone, smiling as she writes a text.

     ‘Be home soon. Looking forward to massage. W xxx’

She puts her phone into her pocket as the doors slide open.
She walks out.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. LOBBY – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy passes through a metal detector and a security counter
where a tall, ell-built Afro-Caribbean guard stands.

                           WENDY
                Night Frank.

                           FRANK
                Goodnight Miss Loomis. Have a safe
                drive home.

                           WENDY
                You too.

Frank presses a buzzer beneath the counter as Wendy exits
through a set of glass doors.

                                                 CUT TO:

EXT. CAR PARK – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy walks across a deserted asphalt car park. A few tall
lamps light the way. Wendy steps up to one of a few cars,
flicking her alarm button and climbing in.

Her engine starts, her lights flicking on. She pulls away
slowly. Twenty feet behind her, another engine starts, a dark
car slowly following without headlights.
                                                   SMASH TO:

EXT. TOWN – MORNING

Grey clouds hover above this small, green, close-knit
community.

TITLE CARD: October 31st 2006
                HALLOWEEN

                                                   CUT TO:

EXT. LOOMIS RESIDENCE – MORNING

It’s an idyllic, two-storey suburban home with a white
exterior, a small red mailbox and Wendy’s silver car parked in
the drive.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. KITCHEN – LOOMIS RESIDENCE – MORNING

Wendy stands by a counter in a grey trouser suit, her hair
tied back. Her eyes look a little worn as she pours herself a
cup of coffee.

                           FEMALE (OS)
                You’re up early.

Wendy turns with a smile to a bubbly, brunette, slim woman in
her late twenties/early thirties.

                           WENDY
                Well Terri, not everybody gets
                the luxury of sleeping past seven.

Terri smiles, stepping up to Wendy and wrapping her arms
around her. They kiss passionately. After a few seconds, Wendy
pulls back.

                           WENDY
                I have work.

                           TERRI
                So do I. Come on. Stay for a few
                more minutes, please?

                           WENDY
                I can’t. I have to tend to a patient
                first thing.

                           TERRI
                That Doyle boy?

                           WENDY
                He needs my help Terri.
                           TERRI
                And you need mine. Don’t make me
                mess up your files.

                           WENDY
                     (smirking)
                You wouldn’t dare.

                           TERRI
                Wouldn’t I?

Wendy grabs a set of keys from the counter, heading for the
doorway with her coffee in tow.

                           WENDY
                I’ll see you at nine. Sharp.

                             TERRI
                Yes sir!

Wendy exits as Terri giggles to herself.

                                                   CUT TO:

EXT. LOOMIS RESIDENCE – MORNING

‘Laurie’s Theme’ plays.

Wendy walks across the damp lawn, clicking her alarm button.
She opens the car door, revealing a pre-packed briefcase in
the front passenger seat. As she’s climbing in, she stops with
a frown. She looks over her shoulder...

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. DARK CAR – MORNING

POV: We heavy breathe whilst watching Wendy. She stares at us
for a split second before looking across the rest of the
street.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. WENDY’S CAR – MORNING

Wendy climbs in, closing the door. She adjusts her rear-view
mirror to get a glimpse of the dark car parked behind her. A
man can be seen behind the wheel with a normal looking but
unidentifiable face.

                             WENDY
                Weird...

Wendy starts the engine.
                                                 CUT TO:

EXT. STREET – MORNING

The dark car sits quietly as Wendy’s car drives past slowly.
She stares at the driver with a frown.

                                                 CUT TO:

EXT. SMITHS GROVE – MORNING

A crow caws as Wendy steps up to a set of glass doors on the
side of the hospital. Employees’ entrance. She swipes a card,
the doors clicking.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. LOBBY – SMITHS GROVE – MORNING

Wendy moves past the security counter and under the metal
detector.

                           WENDY
                Morning Roy.

A burly guard with fiery red hair simply nods as Wendy steps
up to the elevator.

                          WENDY
                     (quietly)
                Asshole.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – MORNING

Along a sterile looking white corridor with rows of solid
wooden doors (each with a card scanner), two female orderlies
walk along with a medication trolley. One of them holds up a
clipboard as they stop by a door.

                           ORDERLY #1
                Not this one. He doesn’t take the
                meds anymore. It’s proven useless
                on him.

                           ORDERLY #2
                What’s wrong with him?

                           ORDERLY #1
                His parents. They were involved in
                a car crash.

                           ORDERLY #2
                Oh my god. What happened?
                           ORDERLY #1
                One survived. The other didn’t.

                            ORDERLY #2
                Poor kid.

                           ORDERLY #1
                It impaired him deeper inside
                than his own doctor likes to
                believe.

                           ORDERLY #2
                God. He looks like a normal kid.

                           ORDERLY #1
                Try telling that to his doctor.

Wendy steps up behind the orderlies with her briefcase in tow.

                           WENDY LOOMIS
                Morning ladies. Could we move it
                along?

Both orderlies look down shyly.

                           ORDERLY #2
                Morning Dr. Loomis. We’re almost
                done here.

                           WENDY LOOMIS
                     (smiling)
                Good. Then go and see what’s taking
                the breakfast trolley so long.
                They’re supposed to take their
                medication with their meals.

                           ORDERLY #2
                Yes Dr. Loomis.

The orderlies turn quickly, pushing the trolley along as Wendy
steps up to the door. Wendy checks through a circular window
before swiping a car through the scanner. The door clicks and
Wendy enters.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. CELL – SMITHS GROVE – MORNING

‘Haunted House’ plays.

The room has colourful walls, a made bed, several scattered
toys that have gathered dust and a chair in one corner.
Several birthday cards sit on the bed.
The slim, dark haired STEPHEN LLOYD sits in the chair, staring
at the window with bars. Wendy semi-closes the door. She
clears her throat loudly, as if expecting a response. Silence.

                           WENDY
                Good morning Stephen. How are you
                today?
                     (silence)
                Do you know what day it is?

Stephen doesn’t move as Wendy looks on in sorrow.

                           WENDY
                It’s Halloween. You’ll have some
                visitors later. Family.

Stephen’s head twitches slightly. Wendy notices this.

                           WENDY
                Yes Stephen. Your family are coming
                to visit you again. Did you enjoy
                seeing them yesterday for your
                birthday? Stephen?

CU of Stephen’s blank, emotionless face...

                                                    CUT TO:

EXT. LOOMIS RESIDENCE – MORNING

Terri exits the houses in a white blouse and black trousers.
She sings quietly to herself.

                           TERRI
                ...just the two of us...

Terri steps up to a blue car parked by the sidewalk. She
climbs in, starts her engine and pulls away. A car door slams
in the background, followed by footsteps.

                                                    CUT TO:

INT. KITCHEN – LOOMIS RESIDENCE – MORNING

POV: We walk across the kitchen, stepping up to a magnetic
knife rack. A burnt, dirty hand enters frame, grabbing the
biggest butcher’s knife.

                                                    CUT TO:

INT. BEDROOM – LOOMIS RESIDENCE – MORNING

POV: We open a brown door, revealing an office-styled bedroom.
With newspaper clippings, files, a desk and various electronic
equipment around the room, we walk forwards slowly.
We move up to the desk, our burnt hand grabbing a silver-
framed photograph. A smiling, middle-aged looking Sam Loomis
stares up at us, looking younger than he did back in 1978.

We place the photo down, turning to face the newspaper
clippings on the back wall.

     ‘Boy, aged nine, Committed to Smiths Grove’
     ‘Couple Left For Dead, Son Left A Catatonic’
     ‘Rumoured Myers Relative Locked Away’
     ‘Diagnosis: Is He The New Michael Myers?’

Our breathing increases.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT. LOOMIS’ OFFICE – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

Wendy types furiously at her laptop. Her phone rings. She
grabs it quickly.

                             WENDY
                Dr Loomis.

                           MALE (VO)
                So formal Wendy.

                          WENDY
                     (warmly)
                Andy, hi.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT. BARB’S CAFÉ – DAY

Chattering people sit in a busy café. A stern looking man
steps into view, wearing a long beige trench coat. With an
average build, cropped dark hair and a lined forehead, ANDY
GRATES holds up a cell phone to his ear.

                           ANDY
                You know why I’m calling, don’t
                you?

     *We cut between Andy and Wendy*

                           WENDY
                     (excited)
                You’ve found him?

                           ANDY
                Course I found him. He was a tricky
                little bastard, but I always win
                in the end.

                             WENDY
                Where are you?

                           ANDY
                Barb’s Café. I managed to persuade
                him to come along. You’ll want to
                tackle this head on Wendy.

                           WENDY
                I know. I’ll meet you at the café
                for lunch at twelve thirty, ok?

                           ANDY
                Sure thing.

                           WENDY
                Thanks a lot Andy. I mean it. You’re
                an amazing guy.

                           ANDY
                Don’t make me blush.

                           WENDY
                I have to go. I’ll see you soon.

                             ANDY
                Bye.

Andy closes his cell phone with a small smirk. He turns to a
nearby table where an unseen figure sits.

                           ANDY
                Trust me. You did the right thing.

                             MALE VOICE
                I hope so.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. LOOMIS’ OFFICE – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

Wendy heads for her door. The door suddenly flies open, a
middle-aged woman with flowing frizzy blond hair and a healthy
looking face in a black shirt/skirt barges in.

                             WENDY
                Susan?

                           SUSAN
                Do not ‘Susan’ me Wendy. Why wasn’t
                I notified?

                           WENDY
                About what?

                           SUSAN
                You know damn well about what.
                           WENDY
                Look. Stephen needs contact.
                Otherwise I fear he’ll never
                progress.

                           SUSAN
                This isn’t about the visits, I’ve
                never objected to that over the
                last year. But what I’m objecting
                to is your lack of sense of reality.

Wendy nods with a scowl of realisation.

                           WENDY
                You have no right to tell me how
                to do my job.

                           SUSAN
                No, I don’t. But I’ll tell you
                this. I am responsible for that
                boy’s welfare. And it’s not healthy
                keeping him locked up in a goddamn
                nut house! All he needs is the
                attention of a loving family! One
                that I can get him to by tomorrow!

                           WENDY
                No! No way are you taking that child
                out of here! He’s mentally unstable
                Susan! He’s a health risk to himself
                and others!

                           SUSAN
                He hasn’t displayed a single violent
                tendency! Ever!

                           WENDY
                Nor did Michael until one night,
                he snapped and butchered his sister.

                           SUSAN
                     (sighing)
                He isn’t Michael Myers. He’s not
                his father or uncle or whatever
                relation he is to that evil man.

                           WENDY
                The matching symptoms and display
                of behaviour suggests otherwise.
                I want to help him. But I also
                want to be positive that he’s not
                a threat. It’s Halloween. And I do
                not want a single thing to go wrong.

Susan shakes her head as Wendy checks a clock on the wall.
                           WENDY
                Now if you’ll excuse me, I have
                to supervise Stephen’s visit.

Wendy barges past Susan, exiting the office. Susan scowls.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. VISITING ROOM – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

DANNY STRODE (mop of blond hair, average/athletic build and
handsome face) sits beside KATIE ALLSTAR (brown hair, slim,
attractive) at a table in the centre of this sky-blue room.
Danny fiddles with his hands as Katie turns to him.

                           KATIE
                Are you still nervous?

                           DANNY
                Of course I’m nervous. I hate this
                place.

                           KATIE
                He won’t be in here forever.

                             DANNY
                I know.

A silent minute passes.

                             KATIE
                I...

                             DANNY
                What?

                           KATIE
                I was thinking of leaving early.

                             DANNY
                        (frowning)
                What?

                           KATIE
                After the visit. To go back to
                Woodhill.

                           DANNY
                Katie, we can’t. It’s Halloween.
                We can’t leave him here alone.

                           KATIE
                Look Danny, I’m not a coward. But
                I do not want to be here on the
                second anniversary of what happened.
                I don’t really want to be at home
                either. I’d rather be on Mars.

                           DANNY
                     (solemnly)
                He’d still find you.

Katie looks fearful as the door to the room opens. Two heavy-
built male orderlies lead the silent, emotionless Stephen into
the room. Wendy steps past the orderlies, grabbing Stephen’s
shoulder and guiding him to the chairs behind the table.

                           WENDY
                Morning guys.

                             DANNY
                Dr Loomis.

                           KATIE
                It’s good to see you again.

Wendy sits Stephen down before taking a seat herself opposite
Danny and Katie.

                           DANNY
                Hey champ... how are you coping?

Stephen doesn’t look at Danny as Katie places her hand on
Danny’s hand.

                           KATIE
                Only another 364 days until your
                next birthday, huh?

Still no response. Wendy looks up to the orderlies, nodding.
They exit the room, closing the door.

                           WENDY
                I think I’ll leave you alone.
                Maybe then Stephen will feel free
                to talk.
                     (to Stephen)
                I’ll see you soon.

Wendy stands and heads for the door. She looks over her
shoulder at the table.

                           DANNY
                Dad’s coming along ok. His brain
                activity is picking up. Who knows,
                he might be up and running for
                your next birthday.

                           KATIE
                That’s great, huh?
Stephen doesn’t respond. Wendy lowers her head sadly, exiting
the room.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

Wendy walks down a sterile, white corridor with several brown
doors. Behind her, Terri jogs along with several files in tow.

                           TERRI
                Hey! Wendy!

                           WENDY
                Terri, it’s Dr Loomis when we’re
                at work, ok?

                           TERRI
                Sure, whatever. Here are the files
                you requested.

Wendy takes them as Terri tilts her head in concern.

                           TERRI
                Are you sure you want to read
                those?

                            WENDY
                I’m sure.

                           TERRI
                There’s a lot of dark stuff in
                there.

Wendy stops, confronting Terri angrily.

                           WENDY
                Have you read these?

                           TERRI
                No... not all of them.

                           WENDY
                For god’s sake Terri! These are
                confidential! You could be fired!

                           TERRI
                     (seductively)
                You wouldn’t fire me, would you?

Terri runs her hand down Wendy’s torso. Wendy scowls, shaking
her head.

                           WENDY
                I am not in the mood Terri.
Wendy walks on as Terri folds her arm with a sigh.

                                                   CUT TO:

EXT. CAR PARK – SMITHS GROVE

A lot more cars take up the spaces today. Heavy grey clouds
hover above as Katie makes her way through the rows of cars.

                           DANNY (OS)
                Katie! Wait up!

Katie turns as Danny jogs up to her, panting. Katie’s eyes are
tearful.

                           KATIE
                I can’t stay.

                           DANNY
                Please. Don’t go.

                           KATIE
                I’ve tried to be strong... but
                every time I see him, it reminds
                me of that night.

                           DANNY
                Look, everything’s going to be
                fine. He’s not coming back.

                           KATIE
                That’s not what you keep saying.

                           DANNY
                Those were jokes.

                           KATIE
                They’re not very funny Danny. We
                lost some good friends two years
                ago. And I do not want to be around
                for a repeat.

                           DANNY
                He’s locked away Katie!

Katie frowns, it’s news to her.

                           KATIE
                What?

                           DANNY
                Mom made me promise not to tell
                anybody.

                           KATIE
                Where is he?
                           DANNY
                Under the hospital back home.

                           KATIE
                Oh god... all this time he’s been
                there?

Danny nods as a gob smacked Katie turns away from him.

                             KATIE
                You   knew this? Last year when I
                was   on the edge of a breakdown,
                you   could have reassured me and
                you   didn’t?!

                           DANNY
                Katie, I couldn’t-

                           KATIE
                Save it. I’m not going back to
                Woodhill either. I don’t care if
                he’s buried in concrete. I’m going
                to stay with my cousin in
                California.

                           DANNY
                What?! Since when?

                           KATIE
                Since now. Drive me back to the
                motel. Now!

Katie strides away as Danny follows with a solemn face. They
pass a dark car where a pale face can be seen behind the
wheel...

                                                    CUT TO:

INT. LOOMIS’ OFFICE – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

‘Laurie’ plays softly as Wendy sits behind her desk silently.
Old, crinkled files and notes are spread across her desk. She
shifts through a pile of old, hand-written notes.

     ‘Michael exhibits a rare reaction to the electro-shock
treatment. In his catatonic state, people truly believe this
demon to merely be a disturbed child. I am not blinded by this
act. The true Michael will one day emerge. And may God show
mercy when this time comes.’

Wendy sighs to herself, flicking through more notes. We catch
glimpses of various words; ‘devil’, ‘evil’, ‘lapsed security’,
‘Lloyd could have been saved’, ‘he wishes to eradicate his own
bloodline’, ‘Michael has disappeared’ etc.
CU of Wendy’s face as it looks set to break down. Her bottom
lip quivers.

                           WENDY
                You destroyed our family... you
                bastard.

Wendy throws the notes to the side, wiping a tear from her
eye. She looks up to the clock on her wall; ’11:45’.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT. MOTEL ROOM – TOWN – DAY

Katie stands over a packed suitcase and a bed. She zips the
lid shut as Danny stands in the bathroom doorway, arms
crossed.

                           DANNY
                I’m begging you Katie.

                           KATIE
                Clearly not very well.

Katie hauls her suitcase off of the bed and drags it across
the dank, brown carpet. Danny sighs, stepping forwards and
picking up the case.

                           KATIE
                Thanks.

                           DANNY
                What time is the bus?

                           KATIE
                In an hour.

                           DANNY
                It’s lunch in forty-five at the
                sanatarium.

                           KATIE
                I’ll be fine. The stop is just
                down the street.

                           DANNY
                I don’t want us to part Katie.

                           KATIE
                Then come with me!

Katie steps up to Danny, placing her arms around his back.

                           KATIE
                I don’t want to spend Halloween
                alone.
                           DANNY
                I can’t leave Stephen.

                           KATIE
                I know... that’s why I’m travelling
                alone.

Katie backs away, rubbing her forehead as Danny turns to the
door.

                           DANNY
                I’ll see you when I get back.

                           KATIE
                Maybe.

Danny opens the door and exits as Katie sighs heavily. As the
door slams shut, she turns and heads for the bathroom. She
enters the white tiled room, slamming the door shut with a
bang.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT. MOTEL – TOWN – DAY

Danny moves onto the main sidewalk, where the motel sits
opposite a convenience store and a few other shops. A few cars
pass by as Danny heads across the damp road. He stops by a
beat-up green car, pulling out a set of keys.

                           MAN (OS)
                I just can’t believe it!

Danny looks over his shoulder, spotting a local Sheriff
standing opposite a grey-haired man in a chequered shirt
outside a store.

                           MAN
                I go into the back for five minutes
                and some little bastard steals from
                me!

Danny climbs into his car, starting the engine.

                           SHERIFF
                Ok, let me just run through the list
                again. A mask.

                           MAN
                Yup.

Danny pulls away slowly as the Sheriff checks his notepad.

                           SHERIFF
                Some knives, chains, padlocks and
                a hand axe?

                            MAN
                Yup.

The Sheriff nods, ticking the list he’s made.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY

‘Watching Mom’ begins as Katie exits the bathroom slowly,
wiping her tearful eyes. She looks up, the open front door
creaking gently.

                            KATIE
                Danny?

Katie remains motionless, looking around the room. The double
bed. The bedside cabinet. The ajar closet door. Katie keeps
her eyes on the closet door.

                           KATIE
                Danny... please don’t joke...
                you’re scaring me.

Katie edges towards the main door. The closet door moves
slightly.

                            KATIE
                Oh god!

Katie turns, dashing for the doorway. A Shape steps into the
doorway, wearing a fresh white Halloween mask. Katie screams
in fright, her eyes spotting the small axe clutched tightly in
Michael’s hand.

                           KATIE
                Oh god... no...

Katie backs away as Michael steps into the room. He swings the
door shut with a slam. Katie yelps, spinning and darting for
the bathroom. ‘Watching Mom’ changes to a blast of the
‘Halloween’ theme.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. MOTEL BATHROOM – DAY

Katie slams the door shut behind her, bolting it shut. She
looks around the white-tiled bathroom.

                           KATIE
                Think Katie... think!
She spots the railing for the shower curtain. She dashes
forwards, grabbing the railing and yanking it down. The
curtain and its hangers hit the floor as Katie holds up the
railing as a weapon.

The door handle jerks up and down as Katie backs up against
the wall. She frowns, turning to spot a small, rectangular
window above the sink.

                            KATIE
                Shit!

Katie throws the pole aside, using both hands to slide the
window open. The axe blade crashes through the door. Katie
climbs onto the sink and begins to climb head first out of the
window.

                                                 CUT TO:

EXT. BACK ALLEY – MOTEL – DAY

As Katie’s top-half hangs out of the small window over looking
a muddy, wood-like alley a smash sounds from within the
bathroom. Katie tries to drag herself out.

                            KATIE
                Come on!

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. MOTEL BATHROOM – DAY

The door splinters and shatters as Michael pushes through.
Katie’s legs dangle above the sink. Michael lunges forwards,
swinging the hand axe and slicing the back of her heels.

Blood splatters over the sink and floor. Katie screams from
outside, before managing to drag herself out. Her legs
disappear outside. Michael turns and walks back out of the
blood-splattered bathroom.

                                                 CUT TO:

EXT. BACK ALLEY – MOTEL – DAY

Katie crawls across the muddy path, screaming in agony. Her
heels leak puddles of blood. Katie sits up against the motel
wall, crying loudly.

                            KATIE
                Help me!

Katie tries to stand but collapses forwards with a scream. Her
Achilles, they’re done for. Katie realises this and begins to
crawl along the ground.
                           KATIE
                     (screaming)
                Please! Help me!

CU of Katie as saliva drips out of her mouth. She cries
loudly. Behind her in the distance, Michael appears.

                           KATIE
                Somebody! Help!

Footsteps sound. Katie looks over her shoulder, spotting the
advancing Michael.

                           KATIE
                No!

Katie turns to the woodland area , crawling towards the bushes
and shrubs. As she crawls into the bushes, Michael bends down
behind her, grabbing her leg and dragging her back out.

                           KATIE
                NOOOO!

Katie’s nails drag through the dirt as Michael drops her leg
and throws his axe to the side. She looks up as Michael grabs
her by the throat. She chokes loudly. Michael raises her into
the air with both hands, slamming her against the motel wall.

Katie’s eyes bulge, choked gasps escaping her mouth. Michael
pulls her forwards before slamming her back violently. Her
head smashes off the wall, her body going limp.

Michael drops her before going for the hand axe. Michael
stands over Katie, axe clutched tightly. Katie groans lightly,
her eyesight falling onto Michael.

                          KATIE
                     (quietly)
                Please...

Michael flies down axe first as Katie lets out one last
bloodcurdling scream before the axe buries into her face.

                                                 CUT TO:

EXT. BARB’S CAFÉ – DAY

A few people walk past the glass-front café. It looks pretty
busy inside.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. BARB’S CAFÉ – DAY

Andy sits at a table with two other chairs. Other customers
talk around him whilst waiters walk to and fro.
                              WENDY (OS)
                Andy?

Andy looks up as Wendy steps into frame. He smiles as Wendy
takes a seat, taking off her grey suit jacket.

                           ANDY
                You look great.

                           WENDY
                Really? I was thinking of tired.
                Worn. Old.

                              ANDY
                Bull.

                           WENDY
                Well thank you. You’re looking
                pretty fine yourself.

Andy smirks as Wendy grins.

                           ANDY
                Never thought I’d here that word
                pass your lips.

                           WENDY
                Yeah, well, this has been a
                strenuous day.

A waitress stops by the table with a friendly smile.

                           WAITRESS
                Hey, welcome to Barb’s café. Can
                I get you a drink?

                           ANDY
                She’ll have a large Pinot Grecio
                and I’ll have a scotch on the
                rocks.

                           WAITRESS
                Certainly. And for the third person?

Wendy looks at Andy with nervous expression. Andy shakes his
hand at the waitress. She frowns and turns, heading off.

                           WENDY
                I was about to ask where he was.

                              MALE (OS)
                I’m here.
Wendy looks up to see an athletic build, a mop of dark hair
and a dark look about his stubbly yet handsome face. JOHN TATE
takes the third seat as Wendy and Andy exchange glances.

                           WENDY
                John? John Tate?

                           JOHN
                I prefer John Littlewood.

                           WENDY
                Of course. I’m sorry.

                           ANDY
                Look don’t start the attitude
                again.

                           JOHN
                I don’t want to be here-

                           WENDY
                Then why are you here John? Tell
                me. Why did you come to meet me?

                           JOHN
                Because this guy begged me to help
                you with something. Said something
                about a kid who was almost killed
                by Michael Myers.

                           WENDY
                That it?

                           JOHN
                What else is there?

The waitress returns, setting down Wendy’s glass of wine and
Andy’s scotch. Wendy takes a big gulp as John fiddles with his
hands.

                           WENDY
                John... do you know who Stephen
                Lloyd is?

                           JOHN
                     (frowning)
                Wait a minute... Lloyd?

                           WENDY
                Yes. Lloyd.

                           JOHN
                Oh god... I’ve heard that name
                before.

Wendy nods as John looks down slowly, his eyes bulging.
                                                  FLASH TO:

INT. PATIENT ROOM – GRACE ANDERSON SANITARIUM – NIGHT

TITLE CARD: ‘January 25th 1999’

We pan around the cell of the late LAURIE STRODE. It being
three years before she died, Laurie looks reserved yet guilt-
ridden, with her hair still short. She sits by the window in a
blue robe. Footsteps sound in the cell as her tired eyes
flicker up.

                           LAURIE STRODE
                You’re early.

                           JOHN TATE (OS)
                I know. I brought some flowers.

A black shirt wearing John Tate stands in the room’s doorway
with a bunch of lilies in his hand.

                           JOHN
                How are you?

                           LAURIE STRODE
                I’ve been better.

John slowly sits on the end of the blue blankets on the bed as
Laurie turns around in her chair.

                           JOHN
                Why don’t you let them help you mom?
                Then you can come home.

                           LAURIE STRODE
                He’s out there... Somewhere.

                           JOHN
                     (sadly)
                I know. But you don’t to be here
                forever. Have therapy, do whatever it
                takes to get your life back together
                mom! God, if you won’t do it for
                yourself then do it for me? Please?

A few silent seconds pass as Laurie stares deeply into her
son’s eyes.

                           LAURIE STRODE
                I can’t... I killed an innocent
                man John. A man with a family.
                With three children. In here, I’m
                away from the guilt... Free from
                my brother.
                           JOHN
                Please mom! I’m begging you! I need
                you!

Laurie lets out a small, motherly smile as her voice turns
sweet.

                           LAURIE STRODE
                No John. You don’t. You’re strong and
                able. As for me, my days are numbered.
                No matter where I go or where I hide,
                he’ll find me. I have to be ready. I
                have to be prepared for when that
                night comes.

                           JOHN
                You’re being negative again mom.
                Forget him. Concentrate on coming
                back to me! Back to Summer Glen!

                           LAURIE STRODE
                We’re not going to get anywhere like
                this John. I’m saying one thing,
                you’re saying another. Just like
                home.

John looks around the small room with sorrow.

                           JOHN
                As if we’re at home.

                           LAURIE STRODE
                There is something... Something
                important that I need to tell you.

                           JOHN
                     (frowning)
                What is it?

Laurie looks deep into John’s eyes as she bites her lip
slowly.

                           LAURIE STRODE
                There’s someone else...

                             JOHN
                What?

                           LAURIE STRODE
                Someone very close to us both. A
                girl named Jamie Lloyd.

                             JOHN
                        (thrown)
                Who?
                           LAURIE STRODE
                She was my daughter John... Your
                sister.

John looks stunned, his jaw dropping as Laurie nods solemnly.

                           LAURIE STRODE
                I wish we had of followed the news
                outside of California. There were
                rumours of some incidents in the
                late 80’s. The police denied them
                but people swore by them. And now
                I believe them. It looks like my
                brother wasn’t hiding for twenty
                years. Instead, he discovered his
                niece.

                           JOHN
                     (slowly)
                He killed her...

                           LAURIE STRODE
                He murdered her John. My daughter.
                Your sister.

Laurie stifles a cry as a tear runs down her guilt-ridden
face.

                           LAURIE STRODE
                He murdered her... Just like he
                murdered my sister thirty-five
                years ago.

John stands slowly, shock trying to settle in.

                           JOHN
                I have a sister... A dead sister?

Laurie lets out a loud sob, lowering her head.

                           LAURIE STRODE
                I’m so sorry John! I thought she
                would have been safe with foster
                parents! I never thought that he’d
                find her. I-

                           JOHN
                But he did mom! He found her! Just
                like he found you! Jesus Christ...

Laurie looks up as John runs his hand through his hair with
panic. They share eye contact briefly before John turns for
the door. Laurie frowns, jumping out of her chair as John
exits the room.

                           LAURIE STRODE
                John? John wait! John! Please!

Laurie runs towards the door quickly. A well-built orderly
steps into the doorway, shaking his head at her. Laurie
silently backs up towards her bed. She lets out a tortured sob
as we pull back slowly...

                                                   FLASH TO:

INT. BARB’S CAFÉ – DAY

Wendy and Andy both stare at John.

                           WENDY
                She told you everything?

                           JOHN
                That she knew of.

                           WENDY
                Tommy Doyle kept the birth of
                Stephen a secret. Only a few
                people alive know. Myself being
                one of them along with Stephen’s
                social worker.

                           ANDY
                And now us.

                           JOHN
                Isn’t it weird? How nobody really
                knew what went on in 1988 or ’89
                and ’95 until a few years ago?

                           ANDY
                After the whole Dangertainment
                incident, the courts ordered that
                the information on the 1988 to 1995
                incidents be released to the media.

                           WENDY
                The government are good at cover-ups.
                But now it’s out. About Jamie Lloyd.
                And about a young Stephen Lloyd who
                the media are desperately trying to
                prove is a blood relative of Myers.

                           JOHN
                You know, I was so angry with mom.
                It was the last time I visited.
                The last time I saw her. I never
                forgave myself you know. Turning
                my back on her. And she was right.
                He did find her.

                           WENDY
                For Stephen, the strain became too
                much for him. I believe he’s
                suffering from extreme dissociate
                disorder. Help me John. Help me to
                help Stephen. If Myers is out there,
                don’t let your nephew be another
                victim.

John nods his head solemnly as Wendy looks at Andy.

                           WENDY
                Could you come with us?

                           JOHN
                You don’t trust me or something?

                           ANDY
                Damn right. I’d be honoured Wendy.

                           WENDY
                Thank you. I have lunch until one
                forty-five. So why don’t we grab
                something to eat and talk. John?

John nods silently as Wendy grabs a menu. Andy knocks back his
scotch.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. OFFICES CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

Terri and Danny walk along a grey corridor with light grey
carpet and various brown doors.

                           TERRI
                She should be in her office. She’s
                rarely anywhere else.

                             DANNY
                Thanks.

Terri and Danny stop by a door. Terri light knocks.

                             TERRI
                Dr Loomis?

Terri knocks again with a frown. Danny shifts uncomfortably.

                           TERRI
                She must be out for lunch today.
                Odd.

                           DANNY
                Can I see Stephen?

                             TERRI
                Do you have a scheduled appointment?

                           DANNY
                Uh, not really. It’s just that it’s
                Halloween and I really don’t want
                to leave him on his own.

                           TERRI
                You’ll have to wait for Dr Loomis.
                Any visits must be made through
                her. He’s her patient.

                           DANNY
                Right. But couldn’t I just sit
                with him? Whilst he has lunch?

                           TERRI
                I’m sorry.
                     (then)
                Look, why don’t you wait in her
                office until she gets back?

                           DANNY
                Yeah?

Terri nods, opening the door. Danny nods with gratitude,
walking into the office. Terri pulls the door shut before
turning and walking off.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT. LOOMIS’ OFFICE – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

Danny steps up to Wendy’s desk, looking down at the mass of
files and notes. He frowns, grabbing a file.

     ‘PATIENT: MYERS, MICHAEL A
      D.O.B: 10/19/1957
      Status: Category F’

He opens it up, opening the gateway to Michael’s past. He
begins to read the file.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT. PATIENTS CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

In the white corridor with various brown doors, Terri stands
outside a door with an angry looking Susan standing before
her.

                           SUSAN
                You have no right to deny my visit!

                           TERRI
                You’ll have to wait for Dr Loomis!
                           SUSAN
                I am his social worker and I can
                come and go as I see fit!

Wendy appears along the corridor.

                           WENDY
                What the hell is going on here?

                             TERRI
                Mrs-

                           SUSAN
                I’m here to speak with Stephen.

                           WENDY
                Good luck. He’s practically a mute.

                           SUSAN
                I will go above your head Loomis!

                           WENDY
                     (to Terri)
                It’s fine. Let Susan see what
                Stephen is like.

                           SUSAN
                I know what he’s like! He’s in need
                of family love, not locks and drugs!

                             WENDY
                We’ll see.

Wendy pulls out her key card, swiping it through the scanner.
The door clicks open. Susan barges into Stephen’s cell whilst
Terri steps up to Wendy.

                           TERRI
                     (quietly)
                Danny Strode is in your office.

                           WENDY
                     (alarmed)
                What?! Why did you let him in
                there?

                           TERRI
                     (taken aback)
                Geez, I’m sorry. I thought it’d
                be better than turning him away!

                           WENDY
                There are confidential files in
                that office Terri!
                           TERRI
                I’m sorry...

Wendy turns and storms off. Terri looks hurt as she lowers her
head.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT. GARDENS – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

With lush grounds, benches, a small lake, tall trees and a
patio area, various white-robed patients walk around in docile
states. A few orderlies are dotted about.

POV: We peep around the corner of a crusty brick wall. A slam
sounds behind us as we whip around.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT. SIDE ALLEY – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

With the tall sanatarium on one side and a tall wire fence on
the other, this narrow alley is a dead end. Terri stands
outside a white door, lifting up a cigarette and lighting up.

POV: We stare directly at Terri. We dart to the side, moving
into a small alcove in the wall.

Terri looks to her right, spotting several piles of rubbish;
cardboard boxes, broken chairs and other items. After a few
long drags, she throws her cigarette to the floor and turns to
the door.

POV: We look around the corner as Terri pulls up a key card.
Terri swipes the key card, the door clicking. She enters the
building, the door closing behind her.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT. LOOMIS’ OFFICE – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

Wendy bursts into her office, spotting John and Andy standing
opposite Danny. Wendy closes the door quietly.

                           WENDY
                I see I’m too late.

                           DANNY
                What the hell is he doing here?

Danny points aggressively at John.

                           WENDY
                Danny, listen-

                           DANNY
                No! That asshole abandoned his
                family the moment he found out
                about Jamie!

                           JOHN
                It came as a shock! Learning that
                I had a sister who I had no idea
                about all my life was kinda big!
                Plus, I’ve just discovered she
                spawned a child!

                           DANNY
                Spawned? You’re a piece of work!
                You’re a coward!

                           JOHN
                Shut your mouth!

John and Danny both move forward towards one another as Andy
holds out his hands.

                           ANDY
                Ok guys, cool it!

Andy’s voice shuts them both up. Wendy walks across the office
and stands behind her desk.

                           WENDY
                Look. John is here to help Stephen.

                           DANNY
                Like hell he is!

                           ANDY
                Shut up kid.

                           WENDY
                I’m going to get John to explain
                everything to Stephen. From his
                fear of Michael to how he’s moved
                on.

                           DANNY
                Stephen’s catatonic because of
                what happened to our parents!

                           WENDY
                I believe that’s the straw that
                finally broke the camel’s back.
                But I believe the true reason
                for Stephen’s breakdown is the
                emotional stress caused by his
                deep fear of Michael Myers. And
                of course, the events that took
                place on Halloween 2004.
                           JOHN
                I want to help him.

                           DANNY
                I want to see Stephen. Now!

Wendy nods, gesturing for the door. Danny barges past Andy.

                            ANDY
                Hey!

Danny exits the office, Wendy on his heels. As the door slams,
an annoyed Andy turns to John.

                           ANDY
                You loved that, didn’t you?

                           JOHN
                Would you believe me if I said no?

                           ANDY
                Not a chance ass wipe.

John smirks, taking a seat opposite Wendy’s desk.

                                                    CUT TO:

INT. OFFICES CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

Danny storms past a taken aback secretary. Wendy follows
quickly.

                            WENDY
                Danny!

Danny stops, turns and faces Wendy.

                           DANNY
                I cannot believe you brought him
                here!

                            WENDY
                I had to!

                           DANNY
                Why? Huh? Why?!

                           WENDY
                Because I don’t know what else to
                do!

Danny looks down as Wendy rubs her forehead.

                           WENDY
                I’ve exhausted hours of techniques
                and methods on Stephen. Nothing
                works.

                           DANNY
                And you think John Tate can help
                him?

                           WENDY
                I hope to god he can. I don’t want
                to tend to Stephen until the day
                I retire. I want him to regain
                normality and to have a life again!

                           DANNY
                Fine. Just let me see Stephen.

                           WENDY
                We have a session scheduled for
                ten minutes. You can see him after-

                           DANNY
                You know what? I’ll be back later.

                           WENDY
                Danny-

                           DANNY
                See you tonight Loomis.

Danny strides off as Wendy sighs angrily.

                           WENDY
                Damn it.

                           ANDY (OS)
                Wendy?

Wendy turns as Andy steps up to her.

                           ANDY
                John’s getting agitated. You wanna
                start this session or what?

                           WENDY
                Why not.

Wendy and Andy both head back along the corridor.

                                                    CUT TO:

INT. CELL – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

The pale-faced Stephen sits silently in his chair, facing the
window. The door to the room opens as Wendy leads John in.

                           JOHN
                This is Stephen Lloyd?
Wendy nods as John takes a few steps forwards. Stephen remains
unfazed.

                            JOHN
                Hi there.

Silence. John looks at Wendy with a frown.

                           WENDY
                Stephen is catatonic, he won’t
                respond to external stimuli.

                           JOHN
                Then why am I here?

                           WENDY
                Talk to him. Explain to him what
                you went through. All that you’ve
                been through. With your mother.
                Discovering that you have a nephew.
                And most importantly of all,
                emphasise that you got through the
                trauma.

John raises an eyebrow as an orderly walks in with a spare
chair.

                           ORDERLY
                Here you go son.

                            JOHN
                Thanks.

John takes, placing it beside Stephen. John sits slowly as
Wendy backs out of the room.

                                                 CUT TO:

EXT. MOTEL STREET – TOWN – DAY

As the late afternoon sun is partially visible through the
grey clouds, Danny climbs out of his battered green car. He
carries a pile of rubbish; some McDonald’s bags and other fast
food crap.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. MOTEL ROOM – TOWN – DAY

Danny enters the empty room with despair and an empty
McDonald’s bag. As he closes the door, he looks around the
empty room. No suitcase on the floor. No door or debris in the
bathroom and no blood.

                            DANNY
                Where’s the door?

Danny steps up to the bathroom doorway, noticing the missing
shower rail and curtain. He shrugs.

                           DANNY
                Room service must go all out...

Danny turns and heads over to the bed, flopping down with a
groan.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

Wendy walks along a beige corridor, looking through a file.
Terri comes jogging up behind her.

                           TERRI
                Wen- I mean, Dr Loomis?

                           WENDY
                What is it Terri?

                           TERRI
                Do you have a moment?

                            WENDY
                What for?

                            TERRI
                To talk.

Wendy remains silent as two orderlies pass by. Wendy rounds on
Terri, lowering her voice.

                           WENDY
                Not here and not now Terri. Can’t
                it wait?

                           TERRI
                Sure. If you want to throw our
                relationship away then by all
                means, it can wait.

                           WENDY
                I’m in the middle of something
                here, ok?

                           TERRI
                Yeah, my tits! And not in the good
                way! You are really starting to
                piss me off!

                           WENDY
                Watch it Terri. Or you’ll be
                sleeping elsewhere tonight.

Wendy walks on as Terri fumes.

                           TERRI
                Yeah, well, you suck at foreplay!

Terri angrily turns and heads off.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT. SIDE ALLEY – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

‘Downstairs Alone’ begins softly as Terri exits the building
through the white door and into this dead end alley with the
wire fencing. She lights up a cigarette. Footsteps sound from
her side.

Terri turns, coming face to face with Michael Myers in a fresh
white mask! Terri gasps, dropping her cigarette and backing
away.

                           TERRI
                My god! You scared the living shit
                out of me! And you made me lose my
                cigarette asshole!

Michael tilts his head as Terri places her hands onto her
hips.

                           TERRI
                Oh Christ. You’re one of them
                aren’t you? How’d you get round
                here? You have to go back into
                the gardens.

Michael’s head regains normality as he lifts up his right
hand, revealing a butcher’s knife. Terri frowns, eyes
widening.

                           TERRI
                What are you-

Michael swings down violently, the knife burying deep into
Terri’s chest. She gasps in shock as her torso becomes covered
in crimson blood. Michael rips the knife out, Terri collapsing
to her knees. Michael swings down, slicing her throat.

Terri collapses to the side, gurgling in her own blood as
Michael bends down. His hand dives into her pocket, pulling
out her swipe card and a bunch of keys.

Michael stands, turning to the wipe door. He swipes the card,
the door clicking. He opens the door, entering the sanatarium
silently...
                                                   CUT TO:

INT. CELL – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

‘Light’s Out’ starts off quietly, gradually gaining volume.

John leans back in his chair, Stephen still motionless and
silent.

                           JOHN
                Look little man, I don’t know what
                else to say. Other than that we
                can get through this. But I need
                you to take the first step. Just
                say something. Anything.

Stephen turns his head eerily, John looking freaked out.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. PATIENTS CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

Wendy steps up to the brown door, peering through the circular
window. John and Stephen both sit silently. Andy stands
nearby.

                           ANDY
                It’s been almost two hours. He’s
                not getting anywhere.

                           WENDY
                Breakthroughs don’t occur overnight.

                             ANDY
                Too bad.

                             SUSAN (OS)
                Dr Loomis?

Wendy and Andy turn as Susan steps up, raising an eyebrow.

                           SUSAN
                What exactly is going on here?

                           WENDY
                A new therapy session.

                           SUSAN
                Why wasn’t I notified of this
                ‘new session’?

                           WENDY
                Because you’re not his doctor.

                           SUSAN
                Who’s that in there?
Susan peers through the window as Wendy sighs. Andy smirks.

                           WENDY
                That is John Littlewood. The only
                other relative of Michael Myers.

                           SUSAN
                     (gasping)
                No... John Tate?

                           ANDY
                That’s the guy.

                           SUSAN
                And who are you?

                            ANDY
                A friend.

                           WENDY
                He’s helping me with a new
                technique.

                           SUSAN
                Oh? And has this technique been
                approved by the governor?

Wendy nods as Susan shakes her head.

                           SUSAN
                Fine. The visitor doors will be
                closing shortly. Night’s coming
                in.

                           ANDY
                I guess I should get going.

                           WENDY
                No. Stay. Please.

Andy smiles as Susan rolls her eyes.

                           SUSAN
                I’ll expect Stephen to be prepared
                for his appointment at nine-am,
                sharp.

                           WENDY
                I know. His weekly social check
                up.

Susan nods.

                           SUSAN
                Happy Halloween Loomis.
Wendy mock-smiles as Susan walks off. Andy watches her go.

                           ANDY
                What a b-i-t-c-h.

                           WENDY
                Uh huh. Look, we’ll give them a
                few more hours. Then I think we
                should call it a day.

                           ANDY
                I concur. How about a little drink
                after?

                           WENDY
                I finish here at nine.

                           ANDY
                I can wait.

                           WENDY
                I suppose four hours is little
                compared to ten years.

Wendy smiles as Andy smirks.

                           ANDY
                You always were a tease.

                           WENDY
                So I hear. Come on. We’ll get an
                orderly to watch over this. We
                need to have a talk.

                                                   CUT TO:

EXT. SMITHS GROVE SANATARIUM – EVENING

The darkness begins to cover the sky as the sanatarium lights
up. The car park has begun to empty whilst a light drizzle
begins to fall.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR 3C – SMITHS GROVE – EVENING

POV: We move along a blue corridor with various basic doors
and glass windows overlooking the rooms.

As a dark figure passes by a door, a disturbed looking male
steps up to the glass from the inside, smiling to himself.

                           PATIENT
                He’s here...
                                                   CUT TO:

INT. SECURITY ROOM – SMITHS GROVE – EVENING

A panel of monitors fill one wall whilst filing cabinets cover
another. Two security guards sit in chairs, watching the
monitors. One being the red-haired Roy and the other an
overweight black guy who shoves a Twinkie into his mouth.

                              ROY
                Roger...

                              ROGER
                Yeah?

                           ROY
                Someone’s in the east wing,
                corridor 3C.

Roger leans forwards, checking a monitor. The dark figure of
Michael Myers hauntingly glides along a corridor.

                           ROGER
                Ah, send Wayne to sort it out.
                We’re on break in five.

Roy nods, grabbing a radio.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR 3C – SMITHS GROVE – EVENING

A slim, young blond haired WAYNE slowly walks down the blue
corridor, radio in one hand and truncheon in the other. He
lifts the radio.

                           WAYNE
                I don’t see anything Roy.

                           ROY (VO)
                I blink for a second and the guy
                vanishes. Check the rooms.

                           WAYNE
                All of them?!

                           ROY (VO)
                Yes short-drift, all of them!

Wayne sighs, clipping his radio onto his belt. He turns to the
nearest window overlooking a darkened room. Wayne raises a
torch, flicking it on. The room is silent, the patient lying
atop his bed.
Wayne turns, facing the opposite room and shining the torch
through the window. A female patient sits on the floor,
rocking back and forth in a white gown.

                             WAYNE
                Fuck this.

Wayne switches the torch off and walks on down the corridor.
He passes an ajar door. He stops, frowning.

                             WAYNE
                What?

Wayne looks at the key card scanner and over to the slip of
darkness visible through the doorway. Wayne clutches his
truncheon tightly, pushing the door open. He raises his torch,
flicking it on.

CU of Michael’s mask as the Shape lunges forwards.

Wayne screams as Michael grabs him, pulling him into the room.
The door slams shut, scuffling and screams sounding.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. SECURITY ROOM – SMITHS GROVE – EVENING

Roger laugh’s as he throws down a full hand of cards. Roy
fumes, throwing a fifty-dollar bill into a pile of money.

                           ROY
                Double or nothing.

                           ROGER
                Boy you’re gonna be broke before
                the sun rises!

                             ROY
                We’ll see.

To their side, sit the monitors. On corridor 3C, Michael exits
a room. He closes the door behind him before continuing.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. LOOMIS’ OFFICE – SMITHS GROVE – EVENING

Wendy sits behind her desk, her grandfather’s notes and files
still covering her desk. Andy sits opposite, holding a file.
He raises his eyebrows.

                           ANDY
                Fuck me. He was obsessed with
                Myers.

                             WENDY
                Hmm. You’re telling me? His
                obsession destroyed his marriage.
                And his relationship with my mother.

                           ANDY
                That happens a lot to hard working
                people.

                           WENDY
                Lucky I don’t have a kid, huh?

                           ANDY
                Are you seeing anyone?

Wendy looks taken aback although she smiles.

                           WENDY
                Sort of.

                           ANDY
                Oh really? And when were you going
                to tell me?

                           WENDY
                Well, it’s nothing official. The
                last time we talked... we kind of
                argued.

                           ANDY
                You had a go at him, huh?

                           WENDY
                Uh... yeah. I bit their ass off
                for no good reason. At least I
                won’t see them until tomorrow.

Andy and Wendy both smile. A soft knock comes on the door.

                           WENDY
                Come in!

The door opens, an orderly popping her grey-haired head in.

                           ORDERLY
                Sorry to interrupt, but Danny Strode
                arrived half an hour ago. He’s here
                for his visit with Stephen Doyle.

                           WENDY
                Oh god... John!

Wendy and Andy spring to their feet, dashing for the door.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT. CELL – SMITHS GROVE – EVENING
Stephen remains seated whilst John and Danny stand by the ajar
door. They speak quietly yet tensely.

                           DANNY
                Why come back?

                           JOHN
                Because I want to help that kid.

                           DANNY
                You really wanna help? Then leave.
                He doesn’t need you spouting off
                your life story.

                           JOHN
                Why not? It’s pretty similar to
                his. Only he’s younger.

                           WENDY (OS)
                I’m so sorry!

Wendy enters the cell with a guilt-ridden expression. Andy
appears behind her.

                           JOHN
                I was beginning to think you’d
                abandoned me here.

                           WENDY
                We got talking and the time...
                     (checks watch)
                Oh god. It’s almost six.

                           DANNY
                Can I be with Stephen?

                           WENDY
                Of course. The playroom is two
                floors down. I’ll have someone
                take you there. Where is Katie?

                           DANNY
                She uh... she left town.

                           WENDY
                Oh... ok. She’ll be home by now,
                won’t she?

Danny nods, turning and walking over to Stephen.

                           JOHN
                I don’t think I can help this kid.
                I’ve gone over everything twice.
                He’s just not there.
                           WENDY
                I can’t fail him. I won’t... he’s
                not like Michael.

                           JOHN
                Only time will tell.

John heads out of the room as Wendy sighs, lowering her head.
Andy puts a supportive hand on her shoulder.

                           ANDY
                I believe you’ll get there Wendy.

                           WENDY
                Thanks Andy. It means a lot.

Wendy places her hand on Andy’s hand. They share a connection,
turning to stare at one another.

In the background, Danny waits beside Stephen. Stephen
suddenly stands. Danny frowns.

                           DANNY
                Stephen?

Wendy and Andy turn. Wendy steps forwards.

                           WENDY
                Stephen honey? What is it?

Stephen steps up to the side, placing his finger tip on the
wall. Wendy steps up close behind Stephen. Stephen moves his
finger along the wall, as if writing a word.

                           WENDY
                My god. He’s trying to communicate
                with us...

                           DANNY
                Is this good?

                           ANDY
                I’m going to go with yes.

                           WENDY
                He hasn’t expressed any kind of
                communication. He just walks, sits,
                sleeps and eats. He’s like a robot.
                This...

Wendy leans in close to Stephen, staring at his moving finger.

                           WENDY
                He’s writing a word.

                           DANNY
                What? What does it say?

Wendy pulls out a pen from her suit jacket pocket. She
cautiously hands the pen to Stephen. He turns his darkened
eyes to her before taking the pen slowly.

                           WENDY
                Amazing. I’ve never seen a
                catatonic suddenly act differently
                like this.

                           ANDY
                This is freaking me out.

                           DANNY
                You’re not the only one.

Stephen drags the pen across the wall, writing in large, shaky
letters. ‘BOOGEYMAN’

                           DANNY
                     (sadly)
                Stephen...

Stephen drops the pen, staring silently at the wall. Wendy
straightens up, turning to Andy.

                           WENDY
                Can you wait here a moment?

                             ANDY
                What?

                           WENDY
                I just have to check something.

                           ANDY
                Ok... sure.

Wendy heads for the door as Danny and Andy exchange confused
looks.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy exits Stephen’s cell. The grey-haired orderly stands
nearby.

                           WENDY
                Stephanie, take Mr Doyle and
                Stephen to the playroom on the
                first floor.

                             STEPHANIE
                Yes ma’am.
The orderly enters the room as Wendy jogs over to John who
stands by an elevator door.

                             WENDY
                Boogeyman.

                             JOHN
                Excuse me?

                           WENDY
                That’s what Myers is known as, isn’t
                it?

                           JOHN
                Uh, yeah. I think so.

                           WENDY
                Do you have a strange feeling?

                             JOHN
                What?

                           WENDY
                Stephen has just showed animation.
                He wrote Boogeyman on his wall.
                And I’ve suddenly got this... this
                instinct that something isn’t
                right.

                           JOHN
                What do you mean?

                           WENDY
                I just want to make a phone call.
                Come to my office.

                             JOHN
                Ok, sure.

The elevator doors open, both of them stepping inside.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. LOOMIS’ OFFICE – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy stands beside her desk, grabbing her phone. John stands
nearby.

                           WENDY
                The lines are dead.

                           JOHN
                      (panicking)
                What? What do you mean they’re
                dead?
Wendy hands John the receiver. Nothing. Not even a dial tone.

                            JOHN
                Oh shit.

                           WENDY
                I’m sure it’s nothing to panic
                over... we’ll check with security.
                See what’s going on.

Wendy heads for the door as John places the receiver down.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. KITCHEN – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

In a dark, large kitchen with various counters, large freezers
and various cooking utensils, the large Roger stands by an
open refrigerator, poking through the various foods.

                           ROGER
                Damn it, no twinkies.

                            ROY (OS)
                Yo Roger!

Roger turns. Behind him, sits a large counter, which overlooks
a cafeteria eating area. The flame-headed Roy stands by the
counter, arms out stretched.

                           ROY
                Come on man! Move your wobbly ass
                before we get caught!

                           ROGER
                Can it red! I’m starving here!

                           ROY
                What’s new?

Roy turns, walking off slowly as Roger turns back to the
fridge.

POV: We peer out from the side of a large freezer unit,
staring at Roger. We move forwards slowly.

Roger hums to himself as a shadow falls over him. He frowns.

                            ROGER
                Roy?

Roger turns to face Michael Myers. Roger gasps but a knife
jams into his throat, ripping out the other side before he can
scream. Michael rips the bloody blade out as Roger collapses
to the side.
Michael places the knife on a nearby counter. He bends down,
grabs Roger’s legs and drags the body towards one of the large
freezer doors.

                           ROY (OS)
                Roger?

Michael drops Roger and turns. Roy enters the kitchen beside
the main counter. Roy scans over the darkened area.

                           ROY
                Come on Roger, you’re taking the-

Roy stops abruptly, his eyes staring at a blood puddle before
the open refrigerator. His eyes move up to a nearby counter
where the bloody knife sits.

                           ROY
                Oh god... Roger?!

Roy looks all around before lifting up his radio.

                           ROY
                Wayne? Come in. Wayne?

No reply. Roy whips out his truncheon, staring around the
darkened kitchen.

                           ROY
                Shit... this is not happening!

Roy backs away towards the exit. He turns to the main counter,
where Michael stands. Roy yells in shock, backing away and
crashing into a middle counter unit. He yelps as he trips to
the side, hitting the deck.

Roy groans as he climbs to his feet. He looks up, the Shape
charging him with knife. Roy yells, with no time to react. The
knife embeds into his abdomen, Michael wrenching it in.

CU of Roy’s eyes as they glaze over. Michael steps back as Roy
slides down the side of the counter before hitting the floor.
Michael tilts his head.

                                                    CUT TO:

INT. PLAYROOM – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

With toys, bright pictures, puzzles, action figures etc;
Stephen sits at a small red table. Danny sits opposite him.
Silence fills the air. Danny stares at Stephen, biting his
lip.

                           DANNY
                It’s going to be another quiet
                Halloween, huh?

Stephen doesn’t respond as Danny lowers his head with a small
smile.

                           DANNY
                Right. Course it will be.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. LOOMIS’ OFFICE – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

The door opens as Andy sticks his head in.

                           ANDY
                Wendy?

He frowns at the empty office.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. LOBBY – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Frank sits behind the counter. Several orderlies exit the
building. Frank stands, heading around the counter and for the
glass door.

                           ORDERLY (OS)
                Wait a moment!

Frank turns, startled as the grey-haired Stephanie hurries
over to the door.

                           STEPHANIE
                Sorry, did I startle you?

                           FRANK
                As a matter of fact Stephanie,
                you did.

                           STEPHANIE
                Well, it’s Halloween. Everybody’s
                entitled to one good scare.

                           FRANK
                Not this old man. I’m entitled to
                peace and solitude.

                           STEPHANIE
                Night Frank.

                           FRANK
                Night.

Stephanie exits. Frank pulls out a set of keys, locking the
top and bottom of the door. He whistles to himself, turning
and heading back for the counter. The elevator doors ding
open, Michael silently standing inside.

Frank smiles to himself, jingling his keys whilst staring down
at some files on the counter.

                           FRANK
                I suppose you’ll be needing these
                to open the dead bolts?

Frank turns with a smile to be greeted by thin air. He frowns,
the elevator doors sliding shut.

                           FRANK
                Hello?

Scarred hands grab Frank from behind. Frank yells in fright. A
knife flies into frame, slicing across his throat. Frank falls
forwards, hitting the floor. Blood pisses out.

CU of Michael as he stares down at the dying guard. Michael
holds up his knife, tilting his head.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. SECURITY ROOM – SMITHS GROVE – EVENING

The solid metal door to the room buzzes. It opens, Wendy
walking in, closely followed by John. Nobody else is around.

                           JOHN
                Is this supposed to be empty?

Wendy looks at the multiple monitors.

                           WENDY
                The guards will be doing their
                rounds of the grounds and the
                sanatarium.

                           JOHN
                Look doc, no offence, but you’re
                really starting to freak me out.

                           WENDY
                I’m sorry. But something just isn’t
                right. The phone lines are down.
                Stephen has suddenly reacted with
                external communication. And the
                fact is, it’s Halloween. I’m always
                a little on edge around this time
                of year.

                           JOHN
                Believe me when I say I know how
                you feel. Who were you going to
                call?

                             WENDY
                What?

                           JOHN
                Call. Who was it?

                           WENDY
                Uh... Katie Allstar. Danny’s
                partner.

                             JOHN
                Why?

                           WENDY
                She left town earlier. I just
                wanted to make sure she’d arrived
                home safely.

                           JOHN
                     (fearfully)
                Oh god... you think he’s back,
                don’t you?

                           WENDY
                What? No... I just want to make
                sure everything’s ok.
                     (beat)
                What if I told you that two people
                have gone missing?

                             JOHN
                        (taken aback)
                What?

                           WENDY
                It hasn’t hit the media yet because
                of what happened with Myers two
                years ago. They don’t want to cause
                a panic in Woodhill. But Andy has
                his contacts.

                           JOHN
                Woodhill. That’s where that Danny’s
                from, right?

Wendy nods, still scanning the monitors.

                           WENDY
                It was a doctor and a nurse. The
                same doctor who treated the
                survivors of Myers’ attack in 2004.
                And the doctor that is currently
                over watching the comatose Tommy
                Doyle. Stephen’s adoptive father.
John runs his hands through his hair, panic on his face.

                           JOHN
                They’re probably dead.

                           WENDY
                It doesn’t make sense. Doyle has
                not been harmed.

                           JOHN
                Because Myers doesn’t want anybody
                on the outside to know he’s back.
                God, he’s probably here right now.

                           WENDY
                He’s not here. He can’t gain access
                without-

                           JOHN
                What? Keys? A key card? If he’s
                here, he’ll find a way to get in.

                            WENDY
                Damn it.

                            JOHN
                What now?

                           WENDY
                I can’t find the guards anywhere.
                There’s no sign of the two doctors
                on night shift.

                           JOHN
                What about the night orderlies?

                           WENDY
                They must be in their staff room.
                Come on.

Wendy heads for the door as John frowns.

                           JOHN
                Where are we going now?

                           WENDY
                To find some employees.

Wendy grabs the door and exits the room. John groans, quickly
following.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT
POV: We move at a steady pace along a door filled corridor. We
take a left, coming onto a familiar corridor with various
glass doors and windows...

                                                  CUT TO:

INT. PLAYROOM – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

As Danny stands from the red chair as Stephen suddenly looks
up.

                              DANNY
                Stephen?

                           STEPHEN
                Daddy’s here...

Danny looks totally taken aback as Stephen looks down.

                           DANNY
                What do you mean? Stephen?

                                                  FLASH TO:

INT. FRONT ROOM – DOYLE RESIDENCE – NIGHT

TITLE CARD: ‘December 2004’

Christmas decorations litter the room. A slim, curly red-
haired KARA STRODE sits on the sofa, letting out a deep sigh.

A creak sounds. Kara looks towards the doorway as a ten-year-
old Stephen stands silently, wearing his pyjamas.

                           KARA
                Stephen? What are you doing up?

                           STEPHEN
                I had a nightmare. About the
                Boogeyman.

Kara stands slowly, looking sympathetic as she steps over to
Stephen. She bends down by him, placing her hands onto his
shoulders.

                           KARA
                He’s gone for good Stephen. He’s not
                coming back. You know that? Right?

Stephen doesn’t respond. Kara sighs gently, watching his dark
eyes intently.

                           KARA
                You want to know about your mom. Your
                real mom, don’t you?
                           STEPHEN
                Why won’t you tell me! Everyone else
                knows but me! It’s not fair!

Kara gestures for him to take a seat on the sofa. Stephen
takes a seat. Kara sits down beside him.

                           KARA
                Honey... I think it’s now time I
                tell you everything. About your
                mother...
                     (beat)
                And your true father.

Stephen looks up at Kara with sorrow filled eyes, as if
already knowing what is to come next...

                                                   FLASH TO:

INT. PLAYROOM – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Danny stands in front of the seated Stephen.

                           DANNY
                Stephen, what do you mean? Daddy’s
                here?

                           STEPHEN
                The Boogeyman. He’s my daddy.

Danny’s heart sinks.

                           DANNY
                She told you?

Stephen nods solemnly as Danny shakes his head slowly.

                           DANNY
                No. He’s not here Stephen. You’re
                safe here. He’s locked away.

Stephen doesn’t respond.

                           DANNY
                Listen to me Stephen! Michael
                Myers is sealed away, constantly
                sedated! He’s not coming for you
                anymore!

Danny sighs, angrily turning to the barred window and staring
out to the night sky.

                           DANNY
                I cannot believe she told you.
Behind Danny, Stephen rises silently. The boy turns and heads
for the glass door.

                           DANNY
                It must have been so hard... for
                both of you. But I guess sometimes,
                we all need to hear the truth, no
                matter how shocking.

By now, Stephen has quietly exited the room, leaving Danny
talking to himself. Danny leans onto the window ledge,
lowering his head, his voice wobbling.

                           DANNY
                God... I miss her so much. I can’t
                believe after fighting off Myers
                twice, it all ended with a car crash.
                It just seems so unfair, so...

Danny sighs, a tear running down his face. He turns slowly,
wiping the tear away. His eyes fall onto the empty chair.

                            DANNY
                Stephen?

Danny looks over the toy-filled room. His eyes fall onto the
glass door.

                            DANNY
                Oh god!

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. LEISURE CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

With various glass doors leading into various relaxation and
leisure-type rooms, Danny rushes out of a room.

                            DANNY
                Stephen?!

Danny looks left and right, panic on his face.

                           DANNY
                     (angrily)
                Great job Danny!

Danny jogs down the corridor, taking a turn into another
corridor. He sighs, running his hand through his mop of blond
hair.

                            DANNY
                Shit!

Danny turns back, running back around the corner and suddenly
stopping as a sickening slice sounds. Danny looks down slowly,
a bloody butcher’s knife jammed into his gut. His eyes wander
up the scarred hand, the dark sleeved arm and up to the pale
white mask of death.

                           DANNY
                     (gasping)
                Michael...

Michael rips the knife out. Danny clutches at his bloody
stomach before collapsing. As Danny’s final breath escapes his
body, Michael bends down and grabs one of Danny’s legs.
Michael drags the body around the corner and out of sight.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Stephen walks silently along a short corridor, double doors
ahead of him.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. ORDERLIES STAFF ROOM – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

A door to a small, smoky, sofa filled room opens as Wendy
peers in. It’s empty.

                           WENDY
                This doesn’t look good.

Wendy closes the door.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy turns to John, her face starting to show concern.

                           JOHN
                What do we do?

                           WENDY
                We get Danny, Stephen and   Andy.
                I have a cell phone in my   office.
                If we don’t find anybody,   any
                guards... then we’ll call   the cops.
                Just to be safe.

John nods. They both head off at a brisk walk.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. LEISURE CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy and John round a corner, heading along the glass-window
filled corridor. Wendy stops in a doorway, her eyes widening.
                           WENDY
                They’re gone.

                          JOHN
                     (quietly)
                Wendy.

Wendy backs up, turning to see John pointing to the floor.
Wendy lowers her eyes, a small blood patch in the centre of
the tiled floor.

                           WENDY
                Oh god... is that...

                           JOHN
                Blood.

                           WENDY
                Oh Jesus. Ok, we get back to my
                office and we call the cops. If
                this is a prank, then-

                           JOHN
                This isn’t a prank. He’s here. And
                he’s not going to stop until he’s
                killed us all.

Wendy and John share a tense stare.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT. STAIRWELL – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Stephen slowly descends a set of stairs, passing by a large
window, which allows the moonlight to shine through. As
Stephen steps onto the landing and turns to the next set of
steps, a figure bounds up the stairs.

                           ANDY
                Stephen?

Stephen stares at Andy, who draws level with him. Andy grabs
Stephen by the arms.

                           ANDY
                What are you doing here?

Stephen doesn’t respond.

                           ANDY
                Look, can you take us back to the
                playroom? This place is like a
                maze... Stephen?
The lights suddenly cut out, covering the stairwell in
darkness.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy and John stop dead as they’re plunged into darkness.
John trembles as Wendy looks around.

                           JOHN
                He’s cut the power...

Wendy turns to a nearby door, spotting the little red light on
the card scanner.

                           WENDY
                No... only the lights. He needs
                the doors to function. Come on.

Wendy presses on, followed by the jittery John.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Stephen and Andy walk through a set of double doors slowly.
Andy looks ahead in the darkness.

                           ANDY
                Where’s the god damn back up
                generator?

Spotlights in the top corner of each end of the corridor flash
on. There are still dark patches along the corridor.

                           ANDY
                Ok kid. Lead the way.

Stephen slowly walks on as Andy stays close behind him. They
pass an open, dark doorway. Andy stops, turning to the
doorway.

                           ANDY
                Hey kid, wait a minute.

Stephen stops and turns to watch as Andy steps into the dark
room. Stephen then continues on, leaving Andy behind.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT. DARK ROOM – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Andy squints into the dark room. He parts his trench coat,
pulling out a silver handgun.
                           ANDY
                Anybody in here?

Silence greets him. Andy scans the room, sighing to himself.

                           ANDY
                It’s just the nerves Andy... just
                the nerves.

Andy turns and exits the room.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Andy looks down the spot lit corridor with a frown.

                           ANDY
                Kid?

Andy turns to look at the double doors.

                           ANDY
                Hey! Stephen?! Shit!

Andy takes off down the corridor, checking a few doorways
along the way.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. LOOMIS’ OFFICE – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy sits behind her desk, checking through the desk drawers.
John stands by the closed door.

                           WENDY
                Damn it! It’s not here.

                           JOHN
                The cell phone?

                           WENDY
                It was in the top drawer.

                           JOHN
                He’s got it now.

                           WENDY
                What?

                           JOHN
                Michael.

                           WENDY
                He’s planned this.
                           JOHN
                Yes he has. He doesn’t just kill.
                He cunningly plans every single
                detail to guarantee he’ll catch
                his prey. The phone lines are dead.
                People are missing. Your cell
                phone has gone. The lights are out.
                And he obviously has a key card to
                get around.

                           WENDY
                We get to the nearest exit.

                           JOHN
                Odds are, those exits won’t be
                usable.

                           WENDY
                Fire exits. The loading bay doors.
                Wherever we go, there is a way out
                of here.

                           JOHN
                You’re going to have to stop being
                rational sooner or later Dr Loomis.
                If he doesn’t want us getting out,
                then we won’t be getting out.

Wendy stands with a sigh.

                           WENDY
                There are multiple fire exits on
                the ground level. He can’t have
                sealed them all off.

                           JOHN
                You want to bet?

Wendy shakes her head, heading for the door. John opens it for
her, both of them exiting.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. STAIRWELL – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

A spotlight in the corner lights up the stairs. Wendy runs
down the last few steps, rushing up to a double-door fire
exit. She pushes the bar, a thick chain wrapped around the
bars of both doors with a heavy-duty padlock locking it.

                           WENDY
                He can’t have...

John looks behind them, keeping an eye out as Wendy shakes her
head in disbelief.
                           JOHN
                We’re trapped in here.

                           WENDY
                Like hell we are... the loading
                bay doors!

Wendy turns to move but John grabs her.

                           JOHN
                They’ll be the same Wendy. He’ll
                have chained them all. Trust me.

                           WENDY
                     (quietly)
                I do. I know what you’re saying is
                true but I don’t want to believe
                it! He can’t have done all this
                planning, he can’t have gotten
                around the entire building and
                sealed off everywhere so soon!

                           JOHN
                This is Michael Myers, not your
                ordinary man. You of all people
                should know that.

Wendy looks down, nodding.

                           WENDY
                I know that he isn’t a man, that
                he’s evil on two legs, but-

A figure lunges out from the shadows behind the stairs,
grabbing John. John yells as Wendy screams. John is hurled to
the side, smashing into the wall.

Wendy backs away as Michael steps forwards, breathing heavily.
Michael tilts his head at the sight of Wendy as she trembles.

                           WENDY
                Myers... oh dear god.

John stands, yelling as he spears Michael. Both of them crash
onto the stairs and wrestle for domination.

                           JOHN
                Get out of here Loomis! Now! Get
                help!

Wendy turns and jumps over Michael and John’s legs. She heads
up the stairwell as Michael overthrows John, shoving the man
aside. Michael rolls onto John, his hands wrapping around
John’s throat.
John desperately tries to push Michael off of him but it’s no
use. John’s eyes start to roll back, his chokes becoming
quieter.

                           WENDY (OS)
                Hey!

Michael looks up to find a fire extinguisher smashing into his
face. Michael rolls off of John. John remains silent.

                           WENDY
                John!

Wendy drops the extinguisher and bends down by John. Michael
stands, lunging forwards and grabbing Wendy’s suit jacket. He
yanks her up to her feet.

                           WENDY
                No!

Wendy pulls away, coming free from the jacket. She turns,
darting up the stairs. Michael steps over John and follows her
slowly.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy bursts through the stairwell door. Lights in the far
distance cast a dim glow over the long corridor with various
brown doors. Wendy runs with speed, gasping and crying loudly.

The stairwell door opens slowly as Michael steps out. He looks
both ways before spotting the fleeing woman in the far
distance. Michael slowly walks after her, the door slamming
shut.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. LEISURE CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Andy has found his way back to the corridor as he checks the
various rooms.

                           ANDY
                Come on Wendy, where the hell are
                you?

Andy opens another door, recoiling in disgust. He stares down
at the bloody corpse of Danny Strode, left to rot barely a
foot into the room.

                           ANDY
                Oh fuck! Christ!
Andy closes the door, gagging loudly, putting his hands onto
his knees. He looks up slowly, eyes watering, mouth
salivating.

                           ANDY
                Wendy.

Andy takes off in a run along the barely lit corridor.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. SHORT CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy rounds a corner, slowing down as she tries to catch her
breath. A figure steps up to her. She screams in shock,
looking up to Stephen.

                           WENDY
                Stephen? What are you... we have
                to get out of here.

Stephen walks past Wendy, turning the corner.

                           WENDY
                Stephen! No!

Wendy heads after him.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. LONG HALLWAY – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

We pan along a long grey corridor, the back-up lights casting
a dim glow over the walls & tiled floor. Wendy rushes up to
Stephen, grabbing his hand.

                           WENDY
                Not this way Stephen. It’s not
                safe. Just stick close to me,
                ok? We’ll find a way out together.

Stephen remains silent. They turn back to the corner, where
the light is cast up against the opposite wall.

‘A Stranger In The House’ booms across the background score as
a tall shadow falls upon the wall...

                          WENDY
                     (fearfully)
                Oh god...

Wendy tightens her grip on his hand.

                           WENDY
                Come on!
They both turn around and move along the corridor. They pass
several doors.

CU of a pair of boots, walking around the corner slowly...

CU on Wendy and Stephen as they speed up. Behind them, the
blurry shape with a bright mask moves after them. Wendy lets
out a few desperate gasps as she moves up to a set of double
glass doors.

She drops Stephen’s hand and fumbles through her pockets. She
pulls out her key card, fumbling to get it through the
scanner. Stephen watches on as Michael draws closer.

                           WENDY
                Come on... come on!

The door buzzes. She pushes through the doors. Stephen stares
along the corridor but Wendy whips him through the doors.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. BLUE DOOR CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy and Stephen run past a few blue metal doors. Behind
them, Michael steps up to the glass doors. He extracts Terri’s
stolen key card and swipes it. The doors buzz.

                           WENDY
                Keep going Stephen!

Stephen lets out a small cry, tears running down his cheeks.
They both move to the end of the corridor where a tall, caged
window allows some moonlight in. Wendy suddenly pulls Stephen
to the right, pushing open a stairwell door.

POV: We walks forwards, watching Wendy and Stephen disappear
through the stairwell door.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. STAIRWELL – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

OVERHEAD shot of the stairwell as Wendy and Stephen bundle
down the left side. Panting and gasping for breath, they both
reach the middle level before turning to the right side of the
stairs.

Wendy pulls Stephen down with her. His eyes flicker up towards
the door above. Wendy’s heels clap loudly on the stairs as
they both reach the bottom. Wendy pushes open another door.
Wendy and Stephen vanish through another doorway.

Suddenly, the top door flies open as the dark shape of Michael
Myers walks into the stairwell. He starts to descend the
stairs. CU of his legs moving down the steps...
                                                 CUT TO:

INT. GREY DOOR CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

In a similar corridor to the one above except with grey doors,
Wendy and Stephen move quickly along in a semi-run.

                           WENDY
                We have to get to the secure wing.
                We can trap him in there!

                           STEPHEN
                     (meekly)
                That won’t stop him...

Wendy, taken aback by hearing the husky, meek voice of
Stephen, momentarily stops. She looks down at him, the fear
building in her eyes.

                           WENDY
                We have to try.

A loud bang sounds. They check over their shoulders, Michael
heading towards them. Wendy and Stephen take off, running
towards another set of double glass doors. Wendy swipes her
key card, the doors buzzing open. She pushes through, Stephen
on her heels. Stranger fades out slowly, as we...

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. LONG CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

In a grey painted corridor with an eerie glow of light coming
from the emergency lights, Wendy and Stephen jog into frame.
Wendy checks over her shoulder every few seconds. They head
for a large door at the end with a circular window.

The glass doors suddenly fly open as Michael walks through,
turning to follow his prey.

Wendy and Stephen reach the end door, the words ‘SECURE UNIT’
written on it. Wendy swipes her card, the door buzzing open.
She and Stephen disappear through the door. The heavy door
slams shut.

After a few seconds, Michael steps up to the door. He swipes
his card, the door opening. Michael pushes through.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR – SECURE WING – NIGHT

Michael looks to the right, where a barred gate stands open.
To his left, stands a solid wall. The door closes behind him.
Michael steps past the gate and slowly moves down the
corridor.

The doors are thick, heavy metal doors with small circular
windows. At the end of the corridor, sits a security desk and
another corridor opening, leading further into the labyrinth
of the secure wing.

POV: We turn to a door, peering through the circular window.
Nobody can be seen within the dark room but a low moaning can
be heard.

CU of Wendy as she backs past the barred gate with Stephen by
her side. She suddenly swings the gate shut, Michael turning
quickly. Wendy twists a key in the lock as Michael storms
towards her.

Stephen trembles with fear whilst Wendy snaps the key off in
the lock. Wendy backs away as Michael grabs the gate. He
swings his arm through the bars, trying to grab Wendy.

                           WENDY
                Come on.

                           STEPHEN
                It won’t hold him for long.

                           WENDY
                No. But it’ll give us time to
                escape.

Wendy turns and exits through the metal door. Stephen follows.
CU of Michael as he tilts his head. The metal door slams shut.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. LONG CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Stephen and Wendy walk away from the large door.

                           WENDY
                I have to check on John... he
                could still be alive.

Stephen lowers his head, silently following as a raged slam
sounds from within the secure unit.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR – SECURE WING – NIGHT

Loud screams and shouts come from the various cells on the
wing. The sounds of buzzing and slamming doors add to the
noise.

                                                   CUT TO:
INT. STAIRWELL – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Andy runs down a darkened stairwell, the emergency lights not
working here. He takes a turn, heading down another flight. A
slam sounds from somewhere.

                           ANDY
                Wendy?

Andy holds up his gun, slowing to a walk. He comes to a stop
on the bottom landing, staring at a door ahead. He edges
towards it, the tension building. A scream sounds.

                           ANDY
                Shit.

Andy grabs the door and throws it open, stepping out.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. LONG CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Andy steps into the grey corridor, turning to face the large
metal door leading into the secure wing. He moves up to the
door, peering through.

ANDY’S POV: We can just make out the gate and various white-
robed figures moving around.

                           ANDY
                What the hell?

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. LOBBY – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Michael stands on the outside of the glass door, twisting a
key in the deadbolt lock. Michael retracts the bunch of keys
and slashes his key card through the scanner.

The door clicks open as Michael re-enters the asylum. He heads
for the elevator silently.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. STAIRWELL – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy bends down slowly by John. She leans in close, checking
for breathing as Stephen stands silently nearby.

                           WENDY
                He’s still breathing.

Wendy gives John a gentle nudge before shaking him.
                           WENDY
                John? You have to wake up. Please!
                     (beat)
                Damn it John! Wake up!

Wendy slaps John hard. John groans, his eyes flickering open.

                           JOHN
                What happened?

Wendy helps John to sit up.

                           WENDY
                You lost consciousness after Myers
                applied pressure to your windpipe.

                              JOHN
                Huh?

                           WENDY
                He almost killed you by strangulation.

John stands slowly as Wendy holds him by the arm.

                           JOHN
                Where is he?

                           WENDY
                In the secure unit. He can’t get
                through the gate, I snapped the
                key in the lock. The only way out
                is through a fire escape.

                             JOHN
                        (not following)
                Ok...

                           WENDY
                He’s sealed off the rest of the
                building. He can’t get back in.

                           JOHN
                What? Are you sure?

                           WENDY
                If he truly sealed off all exterior
                exits, then yes.

John looks past Wendy, spotting Stephen.

                              JOHN
                Stephen?

                           WENDY
                I found him in a corridor. Look,
                we can set off the alarms and help
                will get here pretty soon.

A smile of relief crosses John’s face. Wendy gestures to a
fire alarm on the wall. John turns to it, nodding.

                             JOHN
                Thank god.

John steps up to the alarm and elbows it, shattering the
glass. A red light on the wall suddenly flashes, a loud bell-
alarm sounding.

                           WENDY
                Now all we have to do is wait for
                the cavalry.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. FIRE DEPARTMENT – TOWN – NIGHT

In a small office with a large switchboard and monitoring
system, a young female in a blue shirt and trousers sits at a
desk. She looks around in boredom, no sign of any alarm.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. OFFICES CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy, John and Stephen move along the darkened corridor, the
fire alarm ringing in the distance.

                           WENDY
                We should hear sirens soon.

Wendy steps up to her office door. A hand grabs her shoulder
as she screams. She turns, facing Andy.

                             WENDY
                Andy?

                           ANDY
                What the hell is going on Wendy?

                           JOHN
                It’s Michael Myers.

                           ANDY
                I’ve seen a body.

                             WENDY
                Who?

Andy looks at Stephen before looking down to the floor.

                           WENDY
                Andy? Who was it?
                           ANDY
                Danny Doyle.

Stephen looks down, his eyes pin pricking with tears.

                             STEPHEN
                No...

                           WENDY
                Oh god... Stephen. I’m so sorry.

John turns to Stephen, kneeling down before him.

                           JOHN
                Hey. I lost a lot of close friends
                and my mother too.

                           STEPHEN
                He kills everybody and everything
                I care about.

                           JOHN
                I know. That’s why we have to stick
                close ok? I’m your uncle Stephen.

Stephen frowns, news to him as Wendy and Andy watch on.

                           JOHN
                Yeah. That’s right. We’re family.
                And we’ll always stick together,
                right?

Stephen nods as the alarm suddenly cuts out. Everybody frowns.

                           ANDY
                What happened?

                           WENDY
                He can’t have...

                             JOHN
                The power?

Wendy spots a key card scanner nearby, still illuminated.

                           WENDY
                No... just the power for the alarms.

                           ANDY
                You think he’s using the circuit
                breaker?

                           JOHN
                That would mean...
                           WENDY
                He’s in the building.

Panic starts to rise again as Wendy looks to the side,
spotting an air vent on the wall. She tilts her head,
frowning.

                             WENDY
                Oh my god.

                           ANDY
                What is it?

John stands.

                           WENDY
                I can’t believe I didn’t think of
                it before. The kitchens. They have
                air vents that lead directly
                outside.

John looks at the vent as Andy raises an eyebrow.

                           ANDY
                That thing?

                           JOHN
                It’s too small.

                           WENDY
                Not for small child.

All eyes fall on Stephen. His face creases in worry.

                                                    CUT TO:

INT. CAFETERIA – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

The double doors to the large, dark hall open. There are
dozens of circular tables, chairs, barred windows and a large
counter to the right, which links directly into the large
kitchen.

Andy moves through the door first, gun out held. Wendy
follows, with John and Stephen behind her. John has his hand
on Stephen’s shoulders as they all head for the counter.

                           ANDY
                You sure it’s safe to send him out
                there?

                           WENDY
                Michael’s back in the building. And
                it doesn’t appear that anyone’s
                coming to help us.
                           ANDY
                Wow. All this drama has made you
                loose your professionalism, huh?

Wendy rounds on Andy, narrowing her eyes.

                             WENDY
                Excuse me?

                           ANDY
                Come on Wendy. This isn’t you.
                You’d never risk the life of a
                patient.

                             JOHN
                Hey-

                           ANDY
                Stay out of it Tate or whatever
                your name is.

                           WENDY
                Look, if he stays in here, he’s
                dead. At least outside he has a
                chance to live. And to raise the
                alarm.

                           ANDY
                And what the hell do we do until
                then? Eat cookies and baby food?

Wendy looks to John who tilts his head.

                           JOHN
                No... you want to take him down,
                don’t you?

                           WENDY
                My grandfather became obsessed
                with that bastard. Michael Myers
                destroyed many families. Including
                my own. I’m not going to let that
                thing ruin more lives. We end this.
                Tonight.

A small smile spreads across Andy’s face as the cafeteria door
opens silently in the background.

                           ANDY
                That’s the Wendy I know. Determined
                to the end.

Wendy flickers a smile as she gestures to the kitchen.

                             WENDY
                Shall we?
Andy nods and heads for the kitchen doorway.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. KITCHEN – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Above a large stove, between two sets of fan-systems, sits a
small metal grate covering a vent where the night sky is
visible a few feet away.

                           WENDY (OS)
                This is it.

We whip around as John climbs onto the stove, checking out the
grate.

                           JOHN
                I don’t suppose anybody has a
                screwdriver?

                           ANDY
                Fuck it. We’ll break it off.

John climbs down as Andy holds his gun by the barrel, ready to
use his gun like a hammer. As Andy climbs up onto the stove
and smashes the vent, Stephen frowns and turns slowly. He
looks across the counter. Standing before it is Michael Myers,
butcher’s knife clenched tightly. Stephen trembles, John
noticing.

                           JOHN
                Stephen? What is it?

                           STEPHEN
                Him.

Stephen points as Wendy, Andy and John all whip around to spot
Michael. Andy jumps down, holding the gun by its handle.

                           ANDY
                Wendy, get him out of here!

Andy moves forwards, taking aim. Wendy grabs Stephen, lifting
him onto the stove.

                           WENDY
                Hang on, ok?

Stephen nods as Wendy climbs up beside him. She attempts to
stand, hunching over. As Andy fires his gun at the motionless
Michael, Wendy kicks out at the grate.

Andy empties his magazine into the Shape. Michael collapses
backwards, dropping down out of sight. Andy breathes a sigh of
relief. John steps up beside him.
                           ANDY
                And that’s the guy everybody’s
                scared off? Pussy.

                           JOHN
                He’s not dead.

                             ANDY
                What?

                           JOHN
                You did your homework, didn’t you?

                           ANDY
                I read rumours. Fire. Bullets.
                Nothing works, right?

John nods as Andy loads a second magazine.

                           ANDY
                Let’s see him defy a bullet to
                the brain.

Andy heads for the doorway, moving around the counter. John
watches on as Wendy continues to kick the grate, denting it.
Andy looks down to the floor, frowning. He turns to John.

                             ANDY
                He’s gone.

Andy suddenly drops down out of sight with a yell.

                             JOHN
                Andy!

John charges forwards. His hands lunge out, grabbing a thick,
wooden chopping board from the counter. He dives over, landing
down beside Andy and Michael as they wrestle for supremacy.

Michael slams Andy’s head against the floor, rendering the man
semi-conscious. John yells, smashing the board down onto
Michael’s head. Michael slumps over Andy. John kicks out into
Michael’s ribs, spit forming around his mouth.

                           JOHN
                You took everything from me!

Andy groans as John kicks Michael in the side again.

                           JOHN
                My mother! My life! Everything!

John delivers a final kick before lifting up the board.
Michael’s hand shoots out, grabbing John’s ankle. John yells,
falling to the side and crashing through several chairs,
dropping the board.

Michael climbs to his feet, looking over the counter to see
Wendy desperately trying to prise the broken grate off of the
wall. She turns, spotting Michael.

                           WENDY
                Oh god! Come on!

Wendy tugs, struggling as Michael heads through the doorway.
Stephen turns, spotting his father drawing closer.

                           STEPHEN
                No, no, no!

Wendy yells, her face reddening.

                           STEPHEN
                      (screaming)
                No!

Michael grabs Wendy from behind. Wendy keeps hold of the vent
as Michael yanks her back. Wendy screams, several fingernails
ripping off as she’s prised away. Michael hurls her to the
side.

Wendy slams into a large metal door, the door slowly swinging
open. Stephen stares down at the broken fingernails by his
feet in horror. He looks up as Michael lunges for him.

Stephen dives to the side, crashing to the floor and quickly
scrambling to his feet. Michael turns whilst Stephen moves
around a centre counter. Wendy groans from nearby, climbing to
her feet, clutching her bloody fingers in pain.

She looks over her shoulder through the metal door. Mist
sweeps out of the freezer room as Wendy covers her mouth. A
piercing scream still escapes. Lying on the floor of the
freezer room are the bloody corpses of Terri, Roy, Roger,
Wayne and two white-coated doctors.

                           WENDY
                     (screaming)
                Oh god! Terri!

Wendy trembles, covering her mouth, eyes building with tears.

                           WENDY
                No... oh god! I’m so sorry! I’m so
                sorry!

Wendy backs away tearfully as Stephen lets out a scream. Wendy
turns as Michael swings his knife across the centre unit,
Stephen dodging the blade.
                           STEPHEN
                Please! No!

Michael moves around the counter, Stephen rushing the opposite
way. A chair smashes around Michael’s back, sending the Shape
crashing to the floor.

Stephen stops and turns to see John smashing a piece of the
broken chair onto Michael. In the background, Wendy lunges
forwards, twisting several dials on the large stove. Gas pours
out from every hub.

                           WENDY
                John! Get Andy out of here!

John doesn’t respond. Wendy rushes over to Stephen, grabbing
him and hoisting him back onto the stove. She grabs a nearby
pallet knife, climbing up and jamming the blade between the
broken grate and the wall. In the background, Michael stands
as John grabs a nearby pan.

                           WENDY
                Stephen, listen to me. Run for a
                mile or so down the main road.
                When you find the nearest building,
                phone the police and get them here.
                Ok?

                             STEPHEN
                Ok.

                           WENDY
                Think you can do that? Can you be
                brave?

Stephen nods as Wendy tugs harder on the pallet knife. Behind
them, John smashes Michael across the face with the pot.
Michael staggers back.

The vent is prised off the wall, clattering to the side as
Wendy semi-stands. She puts her leg into the shaft and slams
her foot against the opposite vent.

                             WENDY
                Come on!

Wendy kicks a few more times, the grate giving way as her kick
is against the fixings of the grate (instead of kicking the
grate further into it’s fixed position i.e. the wall). Wendy
grabs Stephen and ushers him up to the vent.

                             WENDY
                Go. Hurry!

Wendy helps Stephen to climb into the small shaft.
                                                  CUT TO:

EXT. SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

The moonlight shines down as Stephen falls down the bricked
wall. He lands with a thump on a gravel path. He climbs to his
feet, turning and running like mad.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT. SIDE ALLEY – SMITHS GROVE – DAY

Stephen rounds the corner, coming up against the tall wire
fence. With no hesitation, Stephen leaps up, clutching onto
the fence and hoisting himself up. He soon climbs over and
drops down on the opposite side. Stephen takes off. For a
maximum security...

                                                  CUT TO:

INT. KITCHEN – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

John smashes Michael around the head again. Michael smashes
into a rack of pots. His scarred hand grabs a falling pan. As
John raises his arm to swing again, Michael gets in there with
his pan and smashes John in the face.

John yells, flying backwards and crashing down. Michael
breathes heavily, hurling the pot to the side. John looks up
with a bloody mouth.

                            WENDY (OS)
                John!

John looks to the side. Over the counter, Wendy helps Andy to
stand.

                           WENDY
                Get your ass out of there! It’s
                filling up with gas!

John’s eyes widen. He goes to move but Michael grabs him and
slams him up against the wall. John yells, choking loudly.

                            WENDY
                John!

Wendy moves around the counter, holding up Andy’s gun. She
yells, smashing the gun around Michael’s head. Michael drops
John and turns, smashing Wendy in the chest with his hand and
sending her crashing to the floor. John gasps for air,
climbing to his feet slowly. Wendy sits up, with Michael
between herself and John.

                           JOHN
                Get out of here!
                           WENDY
                Not without you!

                           JOHN
                No! He’ll only follow! Get out
                of here!

John bends down, grabbing the fallen gun as Wendy’s eyes
widen.

                             WENDY
                No!

                             JOHN
                Go!

Michael lunges for Wendy but she evades him and flies for the
door. Michael turns to John who raises the gun. In the
background, Wendy helps Andy as they exit the cafeteria.

                           JOHN
                Burn in hell!

John lowers the gun to the chrome-plated counter. Michael
lunges forwards as the gun fires. The bullet ricochets off the
chrome, creating a spark. A fireball explodes, engulfing both
John and Michael as both bodies soar through the air.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy and Andy dive to the floor, the doors behind them
exploding open, unleashing a fireball. The fire shoots out
over them and quickly dies out, thick black smoke filling the
area. Andy coughs loudly as Wendy helps him to stand.

                           WENDY
                Come on, we need to hide until
                help arrives.

                             ANDY
                        (weakly)
                John?

                           WENDY
                Nobody could have survived that.

Right on cue, the doorway behind them is filled with a
chargrilled, smoking figure. Wendy’s eyes widen, her jaw drops
and Andy shakes his head in disbelief.

With his white mask melded onto his face, his ‘mask’ hair
melded onto his scalp, his overalls smouldering and patchy;
Michael Myers stands triumphantly.
                           WENDY
                It can’t be... he can’t have
                survived that!

Andy looks to the side at a stairwell door.

                           ANDY
                Move it!

‘The Shape Stalks’ booms as Wendy rushes up to the door.
Michael advances as Wendy swipes her key card. The door clicks
open. Wendy pulls the door open, helping Andy through.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. STAIRWELL – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy and Andy move at a slow pace up the stairs, blood
dribbling down Andy’s neck.

                           WENDY
                Come on Andy! Keep going!

The door slams shut a flight down but Michael is already
ascending the stairs, keeping close to his prey. Wendy and
Andy round the corner and move up another flight.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. END OF STAIRWELL! – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Wendy and Andy round the final flight, moving up. Wendy’s hope
sinks as they come up against a solid metal door: ‘Roof
Access’.

                           WENDY
                There’s nowhere else to run.

                           ANDY
                Out there...

Andy nods at the door as Wendy shakes her head.

                           WENDY
                There’s no way down from the roof.

                           ANDY
                There’s other stairwells, aren’t
                there?

Wendy doesn’t reply as she rushes up to the door and swipes
her card. The door buzzes as Wendy throws it open, cool night
air rushing over her. She turns back to Andy as Michael
finishes the hunt.
                           WENDY
                Andy! Look out!

Andy turns quickly, Michael smashing him in the chest with
both hands. Andy yells, falling past Wendy and rolling out
onto the roof. Wendy turns and exits, slamming the door shut
behind her. Michael tilts his head.

                                                 CUT TO:

EXT. ROOF – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

The roof is a basic concrete area with three stairwell doors
spaced quite a distance apart. Various air vents, fans and
other chunky metal boxes are dotted about whilst the area is
surrounded by a small brick wall.

CU on a stairwell door as it buzzes. It flies open, smashing
round into the wall as Michael steps out.

MICHAEL’S POV: We look left, some smoke exiting an air vent.
To our right, more metal boxes potentially hide our prey.
Another stairwell is visible, the door gently shutting.

Michael heads across the roof, eyes set on the distant
stairwell door. He passes a large metal ventilator. Andy
appears from behind the ventilator, yelling as he smashes a
metal pole across Michael’s head.

The Shape staggers forwards, turns and is greeted with a
second hit to the face. Michael falls to the ground as Andy
yells with rage.

                           ANDY
                Die! Bastard! Die!

Andy smashes the pole into Michael again and again. Michael’s
hand shoots out, grabbing the pole mid-air. Andy tries to tug
the pole away but Michael’s grip is tight. Andy’s eyes widen
as Michael shoves the pole backwards, the end piercing Andy’s
shoulder.

Andy screams in pain, blood splattering out as Michael slowly
stands to face him. Michael’s right hand grabs Andy by the
throat whilst his left keeps hold of the embedded pole.

                           ANDY
                Kill me you asshole!

Andy spits onto Michael’s mask. Michael pushes Andy back
towards the edge of the roof. Andy yells, kicking out and
smashing Michael in the side.

Michael drops Andy and rips the pole out. Andy screams,
falling down. Michael lunges forwards with the pole. Andy
rolls to the side and jumps to his feet as Michael swings
again. The pole connects with Andy’s chest.

Andy yells, falling backwards and stumbling over the short
wall. He flies over the edge of the roof, screaming loudly.

                                                 CUT TO:

EXT. SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Andy falls two storeys down before landing on another roof. He
lies motionless as Michael peers over the edge of the main
roof.

                                                 CUT TO:

EXT. ROOF – SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

The stairwell door nearby flies open with a crash, revealing
Wendy with a determined look. Michael turns slowly to face
her. Her eyes stay on Michael and his metal pole.

                            WENDY
                Andy?

Silence follows as Michael remains still. Wendy turns her gaze
to cover the rest of the roof.

                            WENDY
                Andy!

Michael moves forwards, Wendy turning to face him. She doesn’t
move.

                           WENDY
                Come on... you son of a bitch.

Michael comes within a few feet. Wendy suddenly raises both
hands, revealing two large tranquillisers filled with liquid.

Michael stops but he’s too late as Wendy slams both ends into
his neck, pumping the liquid into him. Michael reels
backwards, dropping the pole and throwing out his hand. He
catches Wendy in the head. She screams, hitting the floor as
Michael staggers up against a ventilation unit.

Wendy looks to the side, spotting the bloody metal pole. She
scrambles over to the pole, grabbing it quickly and climbing
to her feet. As Michael sways on the spot, Wendy charges him,
pole out held.

                            WENDY
                Die!

Wendy rams the pole into Michael and straight into the
ventilation shaft. Sparks fly as electricity surges through
the pole, blasting Wendy through the air. She hits the
opposite stairwell door, crumpling to the floor.

Electricity surges through Michael’s body as he’s pinned to
the unit. His limbs judder, his head twitches as the
electricity soon dies down. Smoke rises from Michael’s body
whilst silence falls upon the roof.

CU on the unconscious Wendy, smoke rising from her body.
Sirens sound in the distance.

                                                   FADE TO:

EXT. SMITHS GROVE – NIGHT

Flashing lights and many vehicles (police, ambulance, coroner
van, a black van with two black cars) fill the front drive of
the darkened sanatarium. Police officers move about the
cordoned off area.

Being wheeled out of the open main doors on a gurney is Wendy.
Her hair is frazzled, her skin burnt and her expression wild
as she looks around with fear.

                           WENDY
                Where is Andy? Please!
                      (loudly)
                Andy!

                           PARAMEDIC
                Don’t worry Miss Loomis, your
                friend is fine. He’s being taken
                to the hospital, ok?

                           WENDY
                Please... don’t put me in the
                ambulance alone.

The two paramedics share concerned glances as Wendy looks to
the side at the black van and two black cars. A well-built man
in a black suit steps up to the gurney with a polite smile.

                           AGENT
                Miss Loomis, I’m Agent Trent.

                            WENDY
                What?

                           AGENT TRENT
                I’m with the FBI. I hear you’re
                very lucky to be alive. That makes
                it even better for me to say that
                I’m pleased to inform you that
                Michael Myers will no longer be
                of worry to you. Or any other
                member of the public.
                           WENDY
                Huh?

                           AGENT TRENT
                We are now taking personal custody
                of Michael Myers until his
                termination can be completed.

Agent Trent gestures to the black van, where Michael Myers
lays strapped to a gurney, a medic by his side with a waiting
syringe. He’s wheeled up to the back of the van, the doors
swinging open for his boarding.

                           AGENT TRENT
                Get well soon.

The agent turns and heads towards the van as Michael is loaded
into the back by armed agents. Wendy frowns as she’s hauled up
into the back of an ambulance. One paramedic heads for the
driver’s door as the second climbs into the back with Wendy,
grabbing one door.

                           PARAMEDIC
                We’ll get you to the hospital and
                seen to. Then I’ll try and see if
                I can get you to see your friend,
                ok?

Wendy nods slowly, her gaze staring out of the ambulance.
Opposite her, Stephen stands by a squad car. The frizzy-blond
haired Susan stands beside Stephen, holding a space-blanket
around his shoulders.

                           WENDY
                Wait! Stephen?

                           PARAMEDIC
                Don’t worry ma’am. He’ll be fine.

Susan notices Wendy as the paramedic closes one ambulance
door. Susan heads over with folded arms.

                           SUSAN
                Do not fret Wendy. I’ll find him
                a good home. Believe me, he’ll
                be better off once he’s away from
                this place.

                           WENDY
                No... I have to finish helping him!
                I need to help him find closure!
                Please! Michael’s not dead yet!

                           SUSAN
                He’s had enough of your psycho-
                babble Wendy. It’s time to do
                things my way. Don’t get well too
                soon.

Wendy doesn’t respond, only tears build in her eyes. The other
door is shut, blocking Wendy from Susan’s sight. Susan smiles
slightly, turning back to the nervous looking Stephen.

                           SUSAN
                You hear that Stephen? I’m going
                to find you a good home.

Susan steps up to Stephen as Stephen watches the FBI van
slowly pulling away.

                           SUSAN
                And I know of the perfect place.
                Where nobody in their right mind
                would never think to look for you,
                ok?

Stephen nods slowly before looking down to the ground.

AERIAL SHOT of the crowded scene before Smiths Grove. Wendy’s
ambulance suddenly pulls down the drive, sirens sounding and
lights flashing.

A few seconds later, the black van is escorted by the two
black cars down the drive. Susan helps Stephen to climb into
the squad car, closing the door behind him with a smile.

                                                   CUT TO:

INT. FBI VAN – NIGHT

Michael lies on his gurney, strapped down in the centre of a
steel cage. Two agents sit beside the gurney, guns trained on
him whilst the medic sits at Michael’s head with the full
syringe.

                           AGENT
                What do we do if he wakes?

                           MEDIC
                He shouldn’t. Not for a good few
                hours. This stuff would kill an
                elephant. I’ve already upped the
                dosage of what Miss Loomis gave
                him.

                           AGENT #2
                And he’s still alive? How?

                           MEDIC
                One mystery that we intend to find
                out.
The agents stare down at Michael’s body. CU of Michael’s burnt
mask, his eyes closed.

                                                    FADE TO:

INT. AMBULANCE – NIGHT

Wendy lies silently in her gurney, eyes wide as she stares at
the two exit doors. The paramedic by her side busily scribbles
down some notes. A tear runs down the side of her face.

‘Mr Sandman’ begins to play as we close in on Wendy’s tortured
face.

                                                    FADE OUT.

End Credits as the Sandman song is gradually replaced by the
original HALLOWEEN theme.

                            Cast

     Wendy Loomis           …             Melinda McGraw
     Stephen Lloyd          …             Max Lloyd-Jones
     John Tate              …             Josh Hartnett
     Andy Grates            …             Ted King

     Danny Doyle            …             Devin Gardner
     Katie Allstar          …             Jessica Biel
     Terri                  …             Clare Kramer
     Susan                  …             P.J Soles

     Michael Myers          …             Brad Loree
     Tommy Doyle            …             Paul Stephen Rudd
     Kara Doyle             …             Marianne Hagan
     Laurie Strode          …             Jamie Lee Curtis


Soundtrack:

  1) Halloween Theme
  2) Laurie’s Theme
  3) Haunted House
  4) Laurie
  5) Watching Mom
  6) Downstairs Alone
  7) Light’s Out
  8) A Stranger In The House
  9) The Shape Stalks
  10) Mr Sandman



          HALLOWEEN: REUNION
                         By Blair Robertson

				
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