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                     HALLOWEEN:  HARVEST OF SORROWS

                 By Chris Shaffer a.k.a. Zombie Commando

(a fan work copyrighted by Chris Shaffer based on characters and situations owned by Trancas International films)

 

 FADE IN

 

INT. Myer's House.  Child's bedroom.  Night

 

A young boy rises slowly from his bed.  His name......Michael Myers.  The boy makes his way slowly down the steps of the house.  He walks past the kitchen where his mother is chattering on the phone and past the living room where his father has fallen asleep watching T.V.  The boy slowly pushes open the door leading outside into the cool fall night.  The Myer's dog begins to bark at the little boy on the other side of the lawn.  Michael slowly crosses the lawn, autumn leaves crunching under his tiny feet.  The little boy's hand extends and picks up a sharp stick lying on the ground.

 

CUT TO

INT.Myer's house kitchen

 

Mrs. Myers is suddenly disturbed by a dogs screeching yelp.  She rushes to the door to open it and finds a blood smeared emotionless boy holding a sharp and bloody stick.  She gasps in disbelief then screams.  Mr. Myers rushes out into the yard and is greeted by horrors he can hardly comprehend.  Judith Myers, Michael’s sister, comes rushing down the stairs.

 

                        JUDITH:

 Oh my God mom what's wrong what happened to Michael?

 

                        MRS. MYERS (with tears in her eyes):

 Judith get Michael into the bathroom to wash off now!

 

Judith leads the little boy upstairs.  They pass a bedroom and a little girl peeks out wiping her eyes. A teddy bear is curled in one arm.  Her name is Laurie Myers.

 

                        LAURIE:

Whats going on?

 

                        JUDITH:

Go back in your room and go to sleep Laurie.

 

                        LAURIE:

But.....

 

                        JUDITH:

Do as I say and go now!

 

Judith leads Michael past Laurie.  Laurie is still looking at her brother trying to fathom what happened.  As Michael reaches the bathroom the door slowly closes behind him.  Just before the door completely shuts his eyes turn and meet Laurie's.  As the door finally shuts darkness envelopes the hall.

 

CUT TO:

Darkness still filling the screen.  In the blackness a screeching car is heard.  Sounds of men struggling.  Heavy breathing.  Grunting in pain.  A scream.  Then a dull thud and the sound of a man hitting the ground.

A picture from far away slowly comes into view.  It gets bigger and bigger until it fits the frame.  It's a man's bloody smashed face.  JOHN's face.  The son of LAURIE MYERS.

 

                        JOHN (spitting up blood):

How the fuck did you find me?

 

                        PURSUER 1:

We followed the smell.  Did you know John that there are better ways to disappear than become a bum?  You could have followed in the footsteps of your mother and gotten a new name.  Hell with enough money you could have gotten a new face.  But no.  You chose to become a bum, and live like an animal.  You are a zit on the ass of society.  So unbecoming for one so important to us.  To our cause.

 

                        JOHN:

Hey here's an idea psycho, fuck your...

 

SNAP!   JOHN's face is stuck by a stick.  JOHN rolls in the dirt and spits out some dislodged teeth.  He looks at a man lying next to him.  A man that JOHN was struggling with moments ago.  A man that JOHN smashed with a lead pipe.  A man who's partner quickly got the best of JOHN when his attention was elsewhere.

JOHN had been on the run from his uncle THE SHAPE for many years.  He has spent too long in the gutter hiding from the evil.  Now the evil has found him but not in the form he expected.

PURSUER 1 glances at his fallen comrade.

 

                        PURSUER 1:

Ahhh you have the same killer instinct as your uncle.  Pity what is to become of you.

 

PURSUER 2's neck is clearly broken and his face is covered in blood.  The metal object JOHN swung certainly took its toll; the man appears to be crippled.

 

                        PURSUER 1:

You my friend are of no use to us anymore.

 

The man turns around and disappears into the darkness.  JOHN is suddenly filled with the hope that his pursuer left him and trys to get up, but eventually the pain in the back of his skull overcomes him and his legs fail.  A car's headlights loom brighter and brighter.  The car stops and PURSUER 1 emerges, this time with a can of gasoline in one hand.  He stands over his partner in crime (PUSUER 2) holding the gasoline can.

 

                        PURSUER 1 (while pouring gas on PURSUER 2):

Consider this the easy way out.  If you had come back a failure your punishment would be much more severe.

 

JOHN notices a small tattoo on PURSUER 1's hand.  It's an ancient druid symbol.  The symbol of the thorn.

 

                        PURSUER 2 (spitting out the foul tasting gasoline that creeps into his mouth):

Nooo!

 

A match is lit and thrown.  PURSUER 2 goes up in flames screaming.  JOHN looks on in horror at the burning victim until a sudden impact out of nowhere sends him into darkness.

 

CUT TO:

Static fills a television screen.  Suddenly channels begin changing.  Several stations are passed over.  The credits of the movie are rolled superimposed over many familiar horror programs and old sci-fi movies.  "HALLOWEEN: HARVEST OF SORROW"  The Halloween theme music is in full swing.  The channel changing stops on the image of THE SHAPE.  He is in pursuit of some hapless victim.

 

INT. Living room.

           

                        CRACKHEAD:

Stop here!  It's that Halloween movie.

 

                        KELLY:

Woah there sparky.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

This movie rules.

 

KELLY gives CRACKHEAD an off glance and heads for the kitchen.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Hey sensuous.  Sensuous up can you get me a beer.

 

                        KELLY:

Yeah right so you can get drunk and piss on my couch again.....I think not.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Accidents happened babe.

 

Moans arise from a room down the hall.  CRACKHEAD grabs the remote and turns the volume up.  KELLY smiles while cramming food into her fat face.

 

                        CRACKHEAD (while humping the air):

Ummmm hmmm slob on my knob corn on the cob!

 

                        KELLY:

I listen to this crap all the time.  He never leaves.  I don't think he has a home.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

I don't know how Christine studies with that crap going on.

 

KELLY walks down the hall and enters CHRISTINE's room.  CHRISTINE is on her bed crying into her pillow.  This isn't the first time KELLY has walked in on CHRISTINE like this.  CHRISTINE is hasn't always been the happiest girl in the world but lately she has been getting worse and worse.  Ever since she broke up with her only boyfriend about a year ago it's been harder and harder for KELLY to try to cheer up her roommate.

 

                        KELLY:

You gotta stop feeling sorry for yourself babe.  You gotta move on and stop living in the past.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

I....I'm ugly Kelly and you know, it's kinda hard being this way.  Nobody really likes me!  I feel like a detriment to everyone around me.  I have nothing to contribute to anyone.  Who is going to really care if I'm not here?  No one!

 

                        KELLY:

That's not true babe.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

You get all the guys Kelly...you're so happy and beautiful.  I...things will never get better for me, I will always be a loser....just leave me alone for awhile.

 

                        KELLY:

Beautiful huh?  Have you looked at me lately?  I'm not the slimmest girl on the block.

 

                        CHRISTINE (sighing):

Please be a friend and give me some space.

 

                        KELLY:

O.K. but when you get out I've got some popcorn waiting for you babe.

 

KELLY exits CHRISTINE's room.  CHRISTINE wipes away her tears and turns on her computer and begins chatting on an instant messenger.  Suddenly the screen name DARKEYE365 comes on to the screen.  CHRISTINE gives a slight smile.  She begins to type.

 

                        CHRISTINE (typing):

You know I don't even know who you are but I think you care about me more than nearly everybody I know.  I feel like you're one of my closest friends.

 

                        DARKEYE365:

I think the same about you babe.  Oh hey I got some information you wanted about that serial killer Michael Myers.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Cool I really need to finish this project.

 

                        DARKEYE365:

Don't dig too far on Myers babe.  It could be dangerous.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Dangerous huh?  You know I sometimes really want to (CHRISTINE pauses in typing and gives a sad depressed look, a tear escapes one of her eyes) kill myself.  I wish I could meet Myers when he was alive and have him do it for me....save me the trouble myself.

 

CHRISTINE hears a loud thump on her wall and moaning from the next room.  She begins typing again....

 

                        CHRISTINE:

I'm sorry dude but I gotta go TTYL.

 

CHRISTINE emerges from her room disgusted by the noises coming from down the hall.  She is wearing glasses and has several books in her hands.

 

                        KELLY:

Hey babe all done with your homework?

 

                        CHRISTINE:

I umm can't concentrate right now.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

They should go to the zoo if they want to screw like animals all the time.

 

CRACKHEAD gets up and starts pounding on the door.  BRIAN emerges, his hair is disheveled and he isn’t wearing a shirt.

 

                        BRIAN:

Dude what's up.

 

                        CRACKHEAD (smiling):

Having some fun in there.

 

                        BRIAN:

You can hear that?  Hell yeah man!

 

BRIAN sees KELLY peek from around the corner and starts rubbing his nipples.

 

                        BRIAN:

Hey baby!

 

KELLY gives BRIAN a weird look and puts some pizza in the oven.

 

                        BRIAN:

Woah pizza!  We'll be out in a few.

 

CRACKHEAD goes back out into the living room and takes a seat by CHRISTINE.  CHRISTINE is watching THE SHAPE claiming another victim on the tube.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Ya know this movie is based on some real shit that went down a few towns down from us.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Where?

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Haddonfield.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

 You mean Myers was around there?  I've never heard that!

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

I heard from my buddy Tom that lives up there.  He said he actually saw that Myers dude, but Tommy was kinda fucked in the head anyway.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Coming from you that guy really must be nutso.

 

                        KELLY:

I think I heard some stuff about that too.  My mom used to tell me that some kid went psycho and started offing his family.  She said he got away from some asylum on Halloween and they never found him.  She would never let me go to Haddonfield.  Especially not around Halloween.

 

                        CHRISTINE (sarcastically):

Wouldn't this stuff...I don't know....be in the news or something.

 

BRIAN and MELODY walk into the living room.  BRIAN motioning for some pizza.  MELODY is grinning and blushing at the same time.

 

                        BRIAN:

Wouldn't what be in the news?

 

                        CRACKHEAD (pulling out a blunt to smoke):

That stuff that happened in Haddonfield.

 

                        BRIAN:

That place is haunted man.  There's some bad juju up there.

 

CHRISTINE shakes her head and looks back at her homework, suddenly she becomes very excited.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Dude..guys we can go to Haddonfield and find some good information on this project I'm doing about this Myer's character.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

 Yeah you could soooo do it on Haddonfield, we could like interview people and shit, you'll be all Connie Chung up on their ass.

 

                        BRIAN:

Plus it's so close to Halloween that I'm sure some nuts are going to have great Haddonfield Halloween stories for us today.

 

                        KELLY:

Babe this sounds like a good thing.  Heck you may not even have to do most of the work it sounds like these goons are genuinely interesting in this stuff.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

All ya gotta do is supply the food and we will do the rest, hell I'll bring my video camera.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

OK, but we aren't taking my car fellas.

 

                        BRIAN:

We sure as hell ain't taking my cherry ride.

 

                        KELLY:

Well we can take my van, but where she goes I go.

 

Everyone gets up and begins heading out leaving MELODY sitting there.

 

                        MELODY:

What about the little Halloween fiesta we are having?  Forget about that have in your thrill about chasing the Boogeyman?

 

                        KELLY:

We'll be back for that babe don't worry your little head.

 

The group all pile out the door.

 

The T.V. screen still has the SHAPE on it.  The SHAPE slowly walks closer and closer to the screen until his white emotionless face fills the entire thing.

           

CUT TO:

INT.Hall. THORN HIDEOUT

 

Screams of pain fill the hall.  As we journey down the hall towards the source of the screams steam rises and dissipates.  Pipes clatter and shake.  A row of red lights illuminate the way to the destination.

Finally we reach an old rusted steel door.  A hand comes out and flings the door open.  JOHN is on the other side of the door.  He is strapped to a medieval torture device commonly referred to as the rack.  A man cranks a lever pulling JOHN's limbs farther and farther away from his torso.  Muscles and sinew stretch.  JOHN screams in agony, tears of pain run down his cheeks.

 

                         DR WYNN:

You can stop now.  Leave us, I want a word with our guest.

 

The torturer leaves the room and shuts the steel door behind him.  DR WYNN is dressed entirely in black.  He lets a sly smile creep from his lips.

 

                        DR WYNN:

Pain is a wonderful thing John.  It lets you know you're alive.  It sharpens the senses. I wanted your complete attention for what I'm about to explain to you.  You see John I wanted you to know why we are doing this to you.  Why we did all of this to your family.  I don't want you to think we are simply cruel sadists.  I want you to see the purpose your death will serve.  I want you to know just how important you are.

 

                        JOHN:

What are you talking about you old sick FUCK!

 

                        DR WYNN:

Let me start at the beginning.  Years ago when this town of Haddonfield was first being settled a terrible plague hit the land.  Cattle and crops perished.  Many people died of starvation and famine.  The entire town was nearly wiped out.  As winter came approaching the people grew very desperate.  Nobody thought they would be able to make it.  Neighbor turned on neighbor, brother turned on brother.  Chaos filled the land.  Then something happened.  People began turning to the ancient religions they brought with them from overseas for solace.  They began performing rituals to ward off the evil that had consumed their small community.  Sacrifices were made to the gods of harvest.  A man was elected to be afflicted with a curse.  A terrible curse that meant the death of his entire family for the good of the rest of the community.  The curse of the thorn.  Because of this curse, this sacrifice, our people were able to survive through the winter.  The power of the thorn delivered them from oblivion.

 

                        JOHN:

What the hell does any of this have to do with me?

 

                        DR WYNN:

Our consummation saw signs of another plague.  We saw chaos and hatred growing throughout the world and we chose to react for the good of mankind.  We decided to elect another to receive the curse.  We waited for a baby to be born on Halloween when the power of the thorn was at its peak.  This baby that was born, this baby that we afflicted with the thorn is your uncle, Michael Myers.  He will be the bringer of destruction, the lightning bolt that engulfs and destroys the old field, the old ways in flame and gives mankind a clean slate to start from. 

 

                        JOHN:

This is a bunch of fucking bullshit.  Allot of good that thorn did him he's fucking dead.

 

                        DR. WYNN:

Hahahahaha my dear boy you cannot kill Michael.  He isn't even human.  He is a shell, a vessel for the god of destruction.  The moment he was born we blocked his soul from entering this realm.  Inside him where his soul would reside, provided he had one, an ancient incorruptible evil resides.  The fury, the rage inside of him has become so potent that we have lost some control over him.  He is getting too unpredictable.  We have covered up his killings for too long.  We now want to stop him.  We want Michael destroyed, and we cannot do that by conventional means.  He is, after all, the god of  the dead.  This is where you come in.  As Michael’s sacrifice you will bring us closer to ending his reign of terror.  We hope he will become a normal human again, so that we can finally finish him.

 

                        JOHN:

Why don't you just off me right now?

 

                        DR. WYNN:

Yes I suppose we could kill you right now, but we can't afford to leave anything to chance.  We need to have Michael kill you.  Well I must be going now.  Your presence here brings us all under danger.  Michael’s spirit travels the world, always looking for his next victim.  He has the knowledge of the gods.  He knows you're here, and he may be coming for you soon.  If he doesn't come here and kill you by Samhain tomorrow, we will have to bring you topside so he can get a better whiff of you.  He knows he's stepping into a trap, but I suspect his need to kill will overcome him.

 

DR WYNN begins to turn for the door.

 

                        JOHN:

If he doesn't kill me and I get away you can bet your ass I'm going to come back for you.      

 

                        DR. WYNN (smiling):

My dear boy you haven't the foggiest clue how extensive or powerful our organization truly is.  You wouldn't get within a 3 mile radius of me without one of my men finding you first.

 

With that DR WYNN exits the room.

 

CUT TO

EXT. THORN HIDEOUT.

 

Autumn leaves rustle and dance in the wind as DR WYNN and several cult members exit the building and get into a black car with no license plates.

Across the yard a man stands in the bushes.  A man unmoved by the world around him, staring, glancing at his former captors and master from far away.  We can barely make it out, but we know that  it's THE SHAPE coming to stalk his prey.

 

CUT TO

EXT.HADDONFIELD Interviews.

 

A grainy black and white home video recorder screen comes into focus.  The group of teens consisting of CHRISTINE, BRIAN, CRACKHEAD, and KELLY interview many of Haddonfield's populace.  Everyday folk answer questions ranging from "Have you ever heard or seen Michael Myers?" to "Have you ever seen any ghosts in Haddonfield, or heard of anybody that has seen one around here?".  Most people answer no.  Some people have crazy ghost stories of a boogeyman, an apparition that haunts the night on Halloween. Some say they have indeed heard of Myers, a mass murderer that has made this small town semi famous through the years.  One of America’s most infamous mass murderers they say.  Finally the group meets up with a man that can lead the group to Myer's old house.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Have you ever heard of Michael Myers.

 

                        OLD BUM:

Who hasn't?  That bastard has terrorized this town long enough.  Most people will now deny his existence.  Some say he is simply a ghost, a boogeyman that haunts Halloween night.  They are all just afraid of them.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Who?

 

                        OLD BUM:

I ummmm if you don't believe me I can take you to his house to where he lives.  Then you'll see.  You'll know and you can tell others.  You can tell others about what this town is hiding, and why nobody goes outdoors on Halloween night.

 

                        CHRISTINE (eyes brighten up):

Ummm yeah that would be great.

 

The old bum starts walking and the group follows a small distance behind.

 

                        KELLY:

Ya think this guy is off his rocker.

 

                        BRIAN:

I think he's cool man.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Nobody says they want to be a bum when they grow up.

 

                        KELLY:

Shut up he might hear us!

 

After a few blocks the group arrives at an old, run down house.  It has been uninhabitable in years.  A house with much history behind it.  THE MYER'S HOUSE.

 

                        OLD BUM:

This is it, the cold black heart of this town.  Myer's lives here.

 

                        CRACKHEAD (turning on his video recorder):

Cool.    

 

                        CHRISTINE:

That's not his house, if it was they would have run it to the ground years ago.  They don't keep houses like that standing.

 

                        OLD BUM (huge mood change):

It is to you dumb bitch.  You're all retards like everyone else.  This is a house of evil.  He's in there I tell you!  I have seen him with my own eyes you stupid sons of bitches! 

 

                        BRIAN:

O.K. fella that's enough from you!

 

                        OLD BUM:

Oh I supposed ya ain't scared of the Boogeyman anymore huh asshole.  Well go fishing bastard!

 

The OLD BUM yanks away CHRISTINE's purse and throws it through the top window of the house between the cracks of the planks covering the windows then hauls ass down the street laughing like a maniac the whole way.

 

                        BRIAN:

That's freaking great freaking hysterical.  YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE GET A JOB!

 

CHRISTINE starts to head into the house.

 

                        KELLY:

Awwww baby don't go in there.  Not when we have 2 strong brave men here to help us.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

I am not going into tetnis shot heaven.

 

                        BRIAN:

I ummm it's not my purse.

 

                        KELLY:

You guys are so scared!  Awwww the boogeyman scares big tough Brian?  Well don't worry babe we'll go get it without those cowards ya coming?

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Ummm actually that place is scaring the shit outta me right now we can leave it, I'm not going in there.

 

                        KELLY:

I can't believe this!  Well I'm going to get it you can thank me later.

 

KELLY breaks the board securing the door and heads into the house.  The others stand and wait.  CRACKHEAD is still videotaping the house.  Minutes go by, then what seems to be an eternity later the group hears a loud CRUNCH! 

 

                        CHRISTINE (screaming):

KELLY!  KELLY are you all right answer me babe come on!

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

This isn't funny!

 

                        BRIAN:

Shit!  I'll go in to see if she is fine.

 

BRIAN disappears into the house.  Minutes later he returns with CHRISTINE's purse.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Did you see her?!  Is she alright?

 

                        BRIAN:

Beats me she is nowhere in that house I looked everywhere.  The backdoor is open I bet she is playing some bullshit trick or treat game on us.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

No that's not like her.  KELLY!

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Dude if she wants to play tricks then let's leave her ass.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Well that's kinda hard to do considering she has the keys to the van.

 

                        BRIAN:

Shit!

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Well let's wait she has to come around sometime she can't keep this up forever.

 

The trio sits on the cold October ground waiting.  Minutes roll by and soon the sun is about to go down.

 

                        CHRISTINE (getting increasingly nervous):

That's it I'm getting the cops this isn't like her something has happened!

 

On that note trio stand up.  CHRISTINE starts trotting off in search of police.  CRACKHEAD stands up still recording the house until the last possible second then runs away to catch up with BRIAN and CHRISTINE.

 

INT. MYER'S HOUSE

A deep breathing is heard.  A tiny cry, a slight whimpering is heard in the background.  A voice whispers "Please no.  Please no...." then falls silent.  The breathing continues without changing rhythm.

 

Ext. HADDONFIELD NEIGHBORHOOD.

 

The trio knock on various doors around the neighborhood.  Nobody answers.  Some door bolts lock into place as the trio approaches.  The once busy community becomes dead silent at sun set.  CHRISTINE is becoming so nervous, so hysterical, that she is about to cry. 

 

                        BRIAN:

Awww come on ya gotta be kidding me.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

We need to find the cops get KELLY she's hurt or something I know it!

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Woah babe calm down Brian checked the place remember?  He saw nobody in there, she probably left and is laughing at us right now.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

There!  Right there is a payphone! 

 

The trio run to the payphone located by an old closed down gas station.  BRIAN reaches the phone first and quickly dials for the police.

 

                        BRIAN (on the phone):

No, yes, by ummm the Myer's house if ya....yeah....a friend of mine went in 3 hours ago and didn't come out....yeah, ok we'll be right there.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Well!?

 

                        BRIAN:

He wants us to meet him out front of the house.  He said for none of us to go in.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

No problems there!

 

The three begin walking back to the house.  CHRISTINE has calmed down considerably but still seems nervous, worried about her friend.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Have you guys ummm notice anything strange about this town?

 

                        BRIAN:

Like what?

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Well this is Halloween right?  Where are all the kids?  I mean it's about night time and we haven't seen a single trick or treater.

 

                        BRIAN:

Maybe they start out later man.

 

The town is as quiet like a graveyard except for some rustling autumn leaves in the distance.  There is an eerie calm, the calm that comes before a huge storm strikes and the earth shakes.  It should be a night of mayhem, mischief and laughter, but tonight Haddonfield is a ghost town.  A town that almost seems to be hiding from something or someone.

As they continue walking CRACKHEAD takes notice of some strange graphitti on a fence.  It looks like an isoscoles triangle;the symbol of the THORN in red.  The group finally gets back to the Myer's house, but the police haven't seemed to arrive yet.

 

                        BRIAN:

Come on, come on, where are these Keystone cop screwups?

 

                        CRACKHEAD (offering BRIAN a joint):

Patience is a virtue my friend.

 

                        BRIAN:

Wait I heard something!

 

BRIAN begins traveling to the back of the house where he thought he heard someone.  CRACKHEAD follows and begins taping again.

BRIAN gets to the back of the house and jumps around the corner with his hands out in a squatted position

 

                        BRIAN:

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! 

 

Nobody is there.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

HAHAHAHA! you jackass!

 

Suddenly a hand reaches out and grabs CRACKHEAD from behind.  CRACKHEAD practically leaps out of his skin and wriggles loose.  A joint falls to the ground from his jacket.  Turning around he breathes a sigh of relief.  It's SHERIFF BRACKET.

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

Little jumpy are ya fellas.

 

                        BRIAN (looking wide eyed at the joint then back at the sheriff):

Uhhh yes sir you see we can't find our friend....and...we um.....

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET (while picking up the fallen joint):

Oh your friend has disappeared huh?  I suggest you fellas get moving I'm not in the mood tonight to put up with Halloween tricks.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

But sir I....

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET (yelling hysterically, the mood change is dramatic):

Son I suggest you get in your house and stay there tonight, and stop poking your freaking nose around here!!

 

CRACKHEAD and BRIAN scuttle off.  SHERIFF BRACKET takes a brief pause and stares at the house.  His eyes become filled with a sudden fear, as if looking at Hell itself.  Finally he breaks his stare and walks away quickly.  In the top window of the house a silhouette can be seen.  THE SHAPE peers out of the window.

 

CUT TO:

EXT. HADDONFIELD LOCATIONS.

 

Various shots of the town.  The Halloween theme song plays slowly as places in the town race by.  It's nighttime now and the town is as dead silent as a funeral.  The only thing stirring tonight are the ghosts, the unseen invisible demons come to play in the streets of Haddonfield dancing in celebration of the unholy night that is about to unfold.  Samhain has begun.

We are taken back to the house of THE SHAPE yet again.  Behind the house an intruder wades through the bushes.  It's the OLD BUM from before, this time stumbling drunk.  His clothes get caught up in the twigs and he fights them lose.  CRUNCH!  CRUNCH!  CRUNCH!  The bum stops when he hears the heavy footsteps of someone or something.  He whispers a curse under his breath and ducks low in the thorny bushes pricking himself the whole way down.  THE SHAPE passes him holding a huge bag.  The bag is big enough to hold a body in.  The OLD BUM's face contorts in fright as he sees a young ladies foot dangle from the bag.  It's KELLY's foot, her shoes are stained in blood.  The OLD BUM closes his eyes.  He hears the body fall to the ground.  To his shock he hears a young girl’s muffled voice whimpering in both pain and fright.  The OLD BUM opens his eyes but THE SHAPE is no longer there.  The OLD BUM crawls from the bushes and gets up looking around for THE SHAPE.  KELLY is still whimpering within the bag.  The OLD BUM begins to back up from the bag unsure whether he should help KELLY or run.

Suddenly, out of NOWHERE, THE SHAPE lunges at the OLD BUM and grip's his neck, squeezing with all his might.  The OLD BUM tenses up in extreme pain fighting against THE SHAPE's overpowering strength.  As the OLD BUM loses oxygen THE SHAPE slowly lifts him off his feet and pins his back against the fence.  THE SHAPE presents a sharp kitchen knife and plunges it deep within the OLD BUM's abdominal cavity several times quickly, filleting his lower intestine.  The OLD BUM gurgles as his lower intestine falls out and drapes over the thorn bushes around him like tinsel on a Christmas tree.  THE SHAPE finally lets his victim fall to the grass long after his victims eyes have glazed over with death.  THE SHAPE looks at the cadaver and tilts his head, seemingly inspecting his work.  Filing away the details in his memory.  THE SHAPE stands motionlessly while KELLY continues to whimper in the body bag.  THE SHAPE's coveralls are ragged and ripped in many places and his mask is tattered and burned from years of use.  The warm intestines of the bum leave a trail of steam wisping up in the cold October night and over THE SHAPE's mask.

 

CUT TO:

EXT.HADDONFIELD GAS STATION.NIGHT

 

BRIAN is on the phone calling his girlfriend MELODY.  CRACKHEAD and CHRISTINE wait impatiently, kicking around an old rusted can in the road.  The sound of the scraping can on gravel is the only thing that can be heard in this quiet town, on this quiet night.

 

                        BRIAN:

Baby can't you just come here....I.... thanks that'll be fine.....babe I love you...yup see ya.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

So?

 

                        BRIAN:

She doesn't know how to get here exactly but she does know how to get to the gas station on route 15.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

That's like a 5 mile trot!

 

                        BRIAN:

Well if you don't want to ride home then don't come and stay here in freak town USA.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

What about Kelly?  Has she heard from Kelly?

 

                        BRIAN:

She said Kelly called her cell but didn't say anything.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

What a freaking weirdo.  I'm going to give her a stern talking to for all the shit she pulled tonight.

 

The group begin walking for their destination.  They pass many different houses, all with their lights turned off and looking as if their inhabitants have deserted them.  Soon the development stops and a wooded area begins.  The woods are eerie, all of their leaves have fallen out and their limbs seem to be grasping at the full moon above.  Behind them a figure follows in the distance hiding in the shadows. THE SHAPE has come out to play for Halloween.

 

CUT TO:

INT. TORTUE ROOM. THORN's HIDEOUT

 

The heavily rusted door of the torture room swings open quickie, bathing JOHN in light.  JOHN winces.  His body battered and tired from days of torture.  A man dressed in Thorn ceremonial garb enters.

 

                        THORN member:

It's time.

 

JOHN is dragged out of the building past several Thorn members fully dressed for this great occasion.  For Samhain they will give THE SHAPE what he wants.  The Halloween theme music is kicking into full gear as JOHN is dragged out of the THORN's HIDEOUT and into the woods behind it.  These are ancient woods where many sacrifices have been made by the folk of Haddonfield and the Thorn cult to the pagan gods.  Bones of various animals scatter the ground. Finally JOHN arrives to his destination.  The THORN CEREMONIAL GROUNDS.  DR WYNN is already there, waiting in his cult master outfit.  A bonfire is lit.  The members chant in unison.  DR WYNN smiles as the flames lick his devilish face.  

 

EXT. HADDONFIELD WOODS. NIGHT

 

                        BRIAN (spotting fire in the distance):

Dude what the hell is going on in there?

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Who cares we need to get outta here.

 

                        CRACKHEAD (trying to be funny):

Dude maybe it's a ghost....this...this place is really haunted!  WOOOOHOOOOOHOOO!

 

                        BRIAN:

You got that tape recorder?

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Yuppers.

 

                        BRIAN:

Well lets not make this trip a complete waste

 

                         CHRISTINE:

What about Melody?

 

                        BRIAN:

Relax she won't be here for awhile.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Are you guys still high or something?  This is crazy I can't take this crap, I'm never going anywhere with you potheads again.

 

The group enter the woods trying to be as quiet as possible.  Every shadow cast by every tree looks like a face screaming in agony.

Chills run up CHRISTINE's spine as they approach the source of the light; the bonfire in the middle of the THORN CEREMONIAL GROUNDS!  It looks like the entire town is there all dressed in outlandish outfits.  CRACKHEAD mumbles something about Satan worshippers and begins taping the ceremony.  JOHN is placed on an altar encrusted with the blood of previous sacrifices.  A camera overlooking JOHN is placed by the altar by a cult member.  Slowly the THORN cult leaves the woods, their candle light slowly disappearing in the distance.  CRACKHEAD, BRIAN, and CHRISTINE sit in silence out of fear that somehow someone will hear or see them.  JOHN is trembling on the altar. 

 

                        CHRISTINE (whispering, her voice trembling):

We...we...we uh we can't just leave no that'd be wrong we gotta help that guy...

 

                        BRIAN:

We can't just leave homes there like that.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

ARE YOU KIDDING!  These people are seriously whacked out!  That camera there, they'll be able to see us....I'm so gone I gotta go I....

 

                        BRIAN:

Dude you 2 stay here I'll free him then we run ok, we'll run they wont get back in time they can't get back in time....

 

BRIAN heads off and approaches the altar.  JOHN hears someone approaching and his trembling becomes worse.  He is expecting a gruesome death at the hands of THE SHAPE.  To his surprise it's someone loosening his bonds.

 

                        BRIAN:

Come on guy let's get the fuck outta dodge.

 

                        JOHN (looking at the camera by the altar):

Th...thank you we ...we wont have much time!

 

In the distance several lights approach.  The THORN cult already knows JOHN was freed and is running to get to the altar.

 

                        DR WYNN (screaming while in pursuit):

Kill them....kill them all if you have to including the boy!

 

3 THORN members reach the altar, breathing heavily from running so far, so fast.  They frantically look in all directions for their quarry. SNAP!  Suddenly they hear something or someone stepping on some dead twigs in the distance.  They instantly run to the source but do not see anybody. CRUNCH!  The sound startles them it's so close, right behind them!  2 of the 3 THORN members turn around to find that THE SHAPE has slit their compatriot’s throat!  Blood sprays over their shocked faces.  The SHAPE drops his first victim and swings his knife at the second cult member, slashing away a portion of the man's face.  The man screams in agony clutching his mutilated visage.  The third cult member trips backwards over a fallen log and pulls out a revolver.  Before the man can fire a shot THE SHAPE plunges his knife into the man's arm, severing all tendons.  The THORN member slumps against a tree gritting his teeth in agony.  The man cries out again and again as THE SHAPE continues hacking away at his arm.  The man's severed arm falls with a dull thud onto the cold ground.  The THORN member grabs at his nub trying to stop the loss of blood.  THE SHAPE stands over him and watches the man slowly fall to the ground and lose consciousness.  THE SHAPE refocuses his attention on the THORN member with the mutilated face.  The man with the destroyed face is now on his knees, still holding his face as blood seeps through the cracks of his fingers.

 

                        THORN member with cut face:

It will be my pleasure Michael to be your sacrifice for Samhain. 

 

With that THE SHAPE swings the knife in a violent downward stroke.  CRACKHEAD, CHRISTINE, JOHN, and BRIAN all turn to hear a man's scream fill the night.  The others all turn and run away except CHRISTINE, who stands in shock looking back for the source of the scream.  She begins to tremble and cry.

 

                        CRACKHEAD (running back to CHRISTINE):

Babe news buzz we need to ghost the fuck outta here now!!

 

                        CHRISTINE (crying hysterically):

Leave me Crackhead....LEAVE ME!

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

NO!!!! Let's go now lets...

 

CRACKHEAD hears a twig snap and instantly takes off in the opposite direction.  CHRISTINE stands for awhile crying to herself then decides to follow her friends.

 

Ext. Haddonfield. Road

 

The group finally reaches the road.  They run frantically, the world seems to shift around them as if they were caught in a state of pandemonium.  They run for what seems like eternity from the evil that lurks behind. Suddenly they reach a car that seems to have been abandoned.  It's MELODY's car!  The caution lights flicker on and off.

 

                        BRIAN:

MELODY!!!  MELODY!!!  Come on guys get in!!!!

 

CRACKHEAD jumps into the front seat as JOHN and CHRISTINE jump into the back seats.  CHRISTINE bumps into a cold body.  The dead body of MELODY with her throat slit sits between CHRISTINE and JOHN!!  CHRISTINE lets out a piercing scream as she lifts up her hand and sees blood covering it.  JOHN grabs the dead body and hauls it out of his side of the car, disposing of it on the side of the road as BRIAN finds the keys of the car and turns the ignition.  ZZZZZZ!  The car turns over but the starter doesn’t ignite.  In the flickering light of the cautionaries the SHAPE approaches in front of the car.  With each burst of light that pierces the dark night the SHAPE gets closer and closer to the vehicle, and as the lights turn off in a rhythmic fashion nothing can be seen.  CRACKHEAD sees the SHAPE approaching.  BRIAN is frantically trying to start the car.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

GET THIS SHIT HEAP MOVING!!!!!

 

                        BRIAN:

OH MY GOD COME ON!!!  COME ON!!!!!

 

RUUUUUMMMBBLLEE!! The car comes to life as the SHAPE is a foot away from the front of the car.  Tires screech and BRIAN plows the vehicle directly into the SHAPE.  The SHAPE locks his deadly stare at BRIAN as the car pushes him backward.  CRASHHHHH!!!!!  The car strikes a tree and pins the SHAPE right in between!!  The SHAPE writhes in agony as blood erupts from the SHAPE's mouth and through his mask spewing all over the windshield.  The crimson substance covers the crews view.  Red light reflects off their faces.  BRIAN turns on the windshield wiper and slowly the figure of the SHAPE emerges into view as his blood is wiped away.  His head lurches and he appears to be dead.  BRIAN backs up the car and the SHAPE's body falls.  The vehicle screeches away.  The SHAPE continues lying on the ground for several minutes.  Suddenly his leg begins twitching.  Then as we get closer and closer to his mask until the camera is almost touching his face his eyes open and the SHAPE stands up slowly.  Blood smears the lower jaw of his mask as if he has been eating flesh as he looks down the road at the disappearing headlights of his assailants.

 

Cut to:

INT. Car

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Who the FUCK WAS THAT!!!????

 

                        CHRISTINE:

That looked like....that looked like Micheal Myers from that movie we were watching earlier!!!

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

I...I thought he died a long time ago.....

 

                        BRIAN:

Well he's fucking dead now!  Shit we are almost out of gas!  CRACKHEAD you said you knew somebody that lives around here where the fuck does he live.

 

CRACKHEAD stares blankly; still in shock from what has just happened.

 

                        BRIAN:

CRACKHEAD!!!

 

                        CRACKHEAD (snapping out of it):

Umm well he is sort of a friend his name is uhh Tommy Doyle he lives off of route 5 about 10 minutes from here.

 

                        BRIAN:

Ok we are going there.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

No lets go home PLEASE lets get out of here....(she begins crying)  Melody oh my god she's dead!

 

                        BRIAN:

I am not stopping at a gas station and we cant make it home on this tank, we have to hold out at this dude's house and call the cops....we gotta call the cops.

 

JOHN grabs hold of CHRISTINE, trying to comfort her as she cries.

 

                        JOHN:

I uhh thanks I don't know what to say, you guys saved my life!

 

                        BRIAN:

Who the hell were those guys?

 

JOHN doesn't answer and sits in silence.  The car reaches it's destination.  TOMMY's house is in pieces.  The entire structure looks as if a fly lands on it the whole thing will come toppling down.  There are no lights on; no sign of life within.  The crew get out of the car and look around.  Behind the house there is a huge cornfield.  It is dark and ominous.

 

                        BRIAN:

Crackhead nobody lives here.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Dude I swear to god that he lives here.  He probably is out trick or treating or something.

 

                        TOMMY (hidden, we hear a shotgun charge)

I don't trick or treat, and I don't like anybody stopping by unexpectedly.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Dude we ahh...we need a place to crash man our car ran out of gas and we need to call the police somebody is chasing us...

 

                        TOMMY (stepping out of the bushes):

You can stay here for tonight....but I don't have a phone.

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Oh dude thanks so much we...

 

                        TOMMY:

STOP RIGHT THERE!

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

What?

 

                        TOMMY (walking over and pointing down):

This is a little ahh home security.

 

TOMMY lifts up a canvas of leaves revealing a row of sharp sticks in the bottom of a massive pit.  If CRACKHEAD would of taken another step he would of been impaled.

 

                        TOMMY:

Come on...step where I step and you shouldn't get into anything nasty.

 

The crew follows him into his house.  TOMMY enters a set of numbers into a keypad on the door.  It opens with a hiss and the crew enters his house.  The house is decorated with millions of articles on Myers and various conspiracy theories.  The 4 visitors look around in awe.  The house also has many different subterranean levels that aren't apparent from the outside.  This is TOMMY's sanctuary from the evil outside.  He is obviously a very paranoid man.

 

INT. TOMMY's HOUSE. FRONT ROOM

 

                        TOMMY:

I have a few sleeping bags, you guys can use those until light.  So Elroy who are your friends?

 

                        BRIAN:

HAHHAHA your name's Elroy huh?  That's thick Crackhead.

 

                        CRACKHEAD (sarcastically):

HAAHhahahahbwahaha.  Yeah that's great huh.  Well this is Chirstine and this fucker is Brian and this is ummm...

 

                        JOHN:

John's my name.  John Tate.

 

                        TOMMY (looking shocked):

Get out...get out now he is bringing us all in danger!!!  Do you know who this is???  This is Laurie Strode's son!!  God damn....DAMN!!  This kid's uncle is Michael Myers...that ring a bell?  The biggest serial killer in history!!??

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

Yo Tommy calm down dude don't freak out on us we helped this guy he was in serious trouble man!!  That dude the SHAPE was chasing us along with all these Satan worshipers and ....dude we can't go out man they'll kill us these guys are whacked out!!

 

                        BRIAN:

Calm down dude we smoked that guy.

 

                        TOMMY:

No you don't understand!!  You can't kill him he is pure evil alright!  I ran into him before and beat him with a lead pipe till nothing was left and he still got up.  He....he killed his psychologist right after. Look if John here is who he says he is we are all screwed!!  And even if you did stop Myers all his little worshipers are going to come after us.  They are going to find us and kill us!

 

                        CHRISTINE:

How are they going to find us?  How do you know so much about this?

 

                        TOMMY:

I am from Haddonfield, I know!  This cult...the cult of the Thorn is more powerful than you can possibly imagine.  They are all the conspiracy theories wrapped in one.  They own the police, the government, everything!  In Haddonfield they cover up every damn thing that psycho Myers does.  I mean most people don't even think he exsists anymore.  The cult....they believe his work, what he does somehow purifies the earth.  Somehow by killing, Myer's is destroying the old and making way for the new.  He takes the weeds out of the garden...the things that pull down society somehow and gets rid of them so the human race can move forward.  His curse, Myer's curse is to sacrifice his family to the gods.  You John are part of that family!  He wants you and nobody else here, but he won't hesitate to kill all of us getting to you!

 

                        JOHN:

Look Micheal came after me years ago, and alot of my friends were killed.  I don't want the same to happend to you people.  I really appreciate what you did, but I better get going.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

NOOO don't go!  This is bullshit!  If we all stay here nobody will get us.  We can't send him out alone!  If you do you're just as bad as they are.

 

                        TOMMY:

Well if you guys are going to stay I suggest you arm yourselves.  I need someone to help me get this stuff together and the rest of you look out for the Thorn cult.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

I'll help you.

 

                        TOMMY (staring at JOHN):

O.K.

 

CHRISTINE follows TOMMY into the basement.  TOMMY flicks on the light and CHRISTINE stands in amazement of all the guns that line the walls.  TOMMY is prepared for war.

 

                        TOMMY:

This Thorn cult is getting out of hand...I came here a long time ago and began preparing myself, I knew it would be only a matter of time before I had to deal with them again.  They all are afraid of the Shape....I mean Micheal.  I'm not.  Not anymore, and I think I know how to stop him.

 

CHRISTINE looks around the room and sees a computer.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Oh you have a computer...do you use instant messenger?

 

                        TOMMY:

Yeah..sometimes, but I only talk to one person.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

So who's this lucky person?

 

                        TOMMY:

I...I don't know..some really depressed girl looking to me for some info on Myers.  She got my name off my website about him.

 

CHRISTINE starts crying.  TOMMY is stunned by her sudden outburst of emotion.  She grabs hold of him for comfort.  TOMMY drops several guns he has been grabbing off the wall.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Hello DARKEYES365!

 

TOMMY looks down in amazement.  He doesn't know what to say.

 

                        CHRISTINE (balling her eyes out):

It's my entire fault.  This is all my fault.  I wanted to die and brought my friends into all of this. I wanted Myers to kill me because I was too big of a coward to do it myself.  When it came down to it I ran away.  I got us into this.  Now we are done! Now we are fucked!

 

TOMMY picks up a M-16 off the floor and snaps the magazine in place.

 

                        TOMMY:

Not yet we aren't!!

 

Cut to:

Ext. Tommy's house. Backyard in cornfield.

 

CRAKHEAD slips out to the backyard to sneak a few drags from his blunt. 

 

                        CRACKHEAD:

This is too fucking deep.  Come to papa!

 

CRACKHEAD smokes his joint as the crickets chirp around him in unison.  Suddenly all noises of nocturnal life halt.

 

Int. Tommy's House. Front room.

 

                        TOMMY:

Can you all handle a gun?  Where's Elroy?

 

                        BRIAN (shaking his head):

Elroy hahaha that name kills me.

 

                        TOMMY:

You were all supposed to stay here where is....

 

                        CHRISTINE:

I smell something.....

 

                        JOHN:

Like something is burning...

 

                        TOMMY:

Shit come on!

 

They all exit the house.  A huge bonfire is lit in the middle of the cornfield.

 

                        TOMMY:

Fuck.....

 

                        BRIAN (loading his gun):

Let's do this.

 

                        JOHN:

I'm coming too.

 

                        TOMMY:

No stay back here...we need somebody in the car ready to take off.  Both of you load the car up with as many weapons and explosives as you can.  If we aren't back in 5 minutes...call the president.

 

                        JOHN:

Right.

 

TOMMY and BRIAN head into the cornfield towards the fire.  Both are moving slowly..guns drawn.  Light from the fire dances off their faces.  The look of horror in their eyes grows with each step as they reach the bonfire.  The fire has been lit under a makeshift cross of some kind.  On that cross the mutilated crucified corpse of CRACKHEAD hangs.  Fire burns the flesh off of his dead body.  TOMMY bends over to pick up a video tape off the ground.  As he rises the SHAPE is standing before him!!!  SWIPE!! SWIPE!!  The SHAPE swings twice both times nearly hitting TOMMY as he jumps backwards screaming and dropping his gun.  BRIAN goes to pull the trigger on his gun screaming "ASSHOLE" and...CLICK!!  The gun jams and BRIAN throws it to the ground and takes off running.  TOMMY grabs his gun from the ground and takes aim but the SHAPE has seemingly disappeared.

 

BRIAN runs screaming through the field.  When he realizes he is running away from the car he changes directions.  FWAP!!!!  BRIAN's foot is caught in one of TOMMY's traps and BRIAN goes flying in the air.  He hangs by his leg quivering in fear as he hears the heavy footsteps of the SHAPE approaching.

 

                        BRIAN:

HELP ME!!!!!  HEEELLLLPP ME YOU BASTARDS!!!!!

 

The rope swings him around slowly until he is face to face with the SHAPE.

 

                        BRIAN:

Please nooo....please...

 

The SHAPE walks away from BRIAN.  BRIAN breathes a sigh of relief...he thinks the danger has passed.  BRIAN's eyes widen when he sees the SHAPE coming back with a saw. 

 

                        BRIAN:

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGG!!!!!!

 

BRIAN squirms and shrieks in pain as the SHAPE begins sawing at his crouch...and slowly saws downward toward BRIAN's stomach............

 

TOMMY runs through the cornfield towards the source of the screams.  He reaches an outcropping shortly after the screaming stops and sees the SHAPE going to work on BRIAN...sawing him in half from the pelvis down.  TOMMY's eyes fill with shock and he turns and runs in a panic towards the car where JOHN and CHRISTINE are hiding.  As he reaches the car he hears the engine start up and he jumps in the back.

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Where's Brian and Crackhead?

 

                        TOMMY:

They're gone lets move!!!

 

JOHN throws the car into reverse and speeds away.  He passes the SHAPE's vehicle on the side of the road.

 

                        TOMMY:

Hold on a second.

 

JOHN stops the car and TOMMY gets out.  TOMMY puts several rounds into each tire of the SHAPE's car.

 

                        TOMMY:

That should slow him down.

 

                        JOHN:

Where am I going this things it's almost dry.

 

                        TOMMY:

Just get as far away from Haddonfield as possible.

 

The trio ride in silence, all shocked by the evenings events.  All of them reliving the horror in their minds again and again; a viscous cycle.

 

                        TOMMY:

Christine remember how I said I think I can stop Michael?

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Yes.

 

                        TOMMY:

Well I think that his power is strongest on Halloween.  That he's kinda like a werewolf on a full moon, and during the rest of the year we never see Michael Myers because he is in hibernation, a coma....waiting for the power to reach it's peak on Halloween.  The holiday energizes him.  What if we were to find him during this period of hibernation?  He is vulnerable during his rest time....I think the Thorn know this and protect him when he hibernates.  I think if we find him when he is resting and kill him he will be weak enough to stay dead.

 

                        JOHN:

No....they told me they wanted him destroyed....that he has become too uncontrollable and they wanted to end him.  Wouldn't they have tried to kill him the way your talking about?

 

                        TOMMY:

Maybe...but the Thorn aren't to be trusted...

 

The car finally dies out...all of it's gas is gone.

 

                        JOHN (banging his fist against the wheel):

Shit!

 

CHRISTINE begins trembling.  After a few minutes a car pulls behind the trio.  It's a cop’s car.  A Haddonfield's police car.  SHERIFF BRACKET emerges from the vehicle and surveys the car before him.  The hood still has  Michael’s blood all over it. 

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

I am not the type of man that enjoys Halloween pranks.

 

                        JOHN:

Umm sir we can explain this.

 

SHERIFF BRACKET sees TOMMY's M-16 laying in the back seat.

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET (grabbing his gun):

All right all of you out of the vehicle now!

 

The crew piles out with there hands up.

 

                        TOMMY:

Myers....Michael Myers is after us!!!

 

                        CHRISTINE:

He...he's killed our friends please you gotta believe us!

 

SHERIFF BRACKET's eyes fill with sorrow when he hears Myers name.  His daughter, his only daughter taken away from that bastard. 

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

Myers huh?  And I guess you all are going to stop him with this pee shooter?  Tommy I thought you out of anybody would know that this isn't enough to stop that lunatic.

 

SHERIFF BRACKET smiles at TOMMY.  JOHN and CHRISTINE look confused.

 

                        TOMMY:

Umm look in the trunk sir and you'll see what we are going to stop him with.

 

SHERIFF BRACKET lifts the trunk and looks in.  He shuts it and a smile crosses his face.

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

Now that's more like it!

 

The sheriff walks back to his car and comes back with a loaded shotgun.

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

If you kids are going Myers hunting I'm in!  I am so sick of that asshole and his little worshippers screwing up my town!  It's about time someone got enough balls to fight back.

 

The sheriff looks down at his police shield and tears it off his uniform and throws it to the ground.  He is done with the law now.  Now is the time for revenge. 

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

They are going to pay for what they did to my daughter.  They let that lunatic out.  They let him out every Halloween.  They are all going to pay and I know where they live too.  I know where they keep that asshole.

 

                        TOMMY:

Well uh lets take your car then ours is a little out of gas.

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

Here are the keys.  Pull it right up here so we can load all this stuff into it.

 

They all load up all the guns, ammo, and explosives into the back of the sheriff's car and drive off.

 

Cut to:

INT. Thorn Hideout. Hall outside the SHAPE's room.

 

Thorn member align both sides of the hall dressed in ceremonial garb chanting and holding candles.  DR. WYNN stands at the end of both rows.  Halloween is almost over and the SHAPE must return to his sanctuary to sleep until next year.  THE SHAPE is at the end of the hallway slowly passing by the members of the cult on each side of him.  One cult member pisses his pants as THE SHAPE passes him.  DR. WYNN steps aside as THE SHAPE approaches him.  DR. WYNN smiles.

 

                        DR. WYNN:

Have a pleasant rest Michael.

 

THE SHAPE turns and looks at DR. WYNN, then enters his chamber.  Several Thorn members shut the heavy door after him and seal it.  DR. WYNN turns around and charges away down the center of the hall.

 

Ext. Day. Outside of Thorn hideout.

 

SHERIFF BRACKET lies on his stomach and looks at the facility through a pair of binoculars.  Several people are leaving the building.  His newly found Myer's extermination squad stand behind him.

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

After Halloween most of them go back to their normal lives.  Some stay back and guard Myer's tomb.  Us cops aren't supposed to go anywhere by here.  We are supposed to stand by and let this crap continue.  Well I've been standing by all these years, letting their evil eat away at our town.  They have threatened my family, my friends, even me.  My wife died a couple months back.  Most of my relatives are long gone.  They have nothing to take from me and I'll be damned if I let this shit continue.

 

                        JOHN:

I am sick of running...sick of being scared.  I rather die than run anymore.  My mom got sick of running too.  She stood up to him and failed....he got her in the end.

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

What was your mom's name?

 

                        JOHN:

She raised me under a false name my entire life....her name is Laurie Myers.

 

SHERIFF BRACKET's eyes widen upon hearing LAURIE's name again after all these years.  The night of horror seeps back into his mind.  He winces, closing his eyes tight and shuts out all the bad memories.

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

Look, Myers and this cult have both taken out entire police departments.  Men....men with families died.  These Thorn bastards covered the whole thing up.  They own everybody in this town.  They rule by fear.  I have seen them make people they don't like disapear.  I have no idea how far they expand..how big they are.  How is one old man, a hippie, and 2 kids going to take them out?

 

                        TOMMY (holding some dynamite):

Well this is a good start. 

 

                        CHRISTINE:

Please just let me go home...let's call the police...the FBI...ANYBODY! 

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

Have you listened to anything I have said?  You call anybody and that damn cult is going to know.  I am not going to let you screw our chances up girl.

 

SHERIFF BRACKET handcuffs CHRISTINE to a bar in the back of the police car.

 

                        TOMMY:

We go in at night.  We use everything we have to take the whole building down.

 

                        JOHN:

What about the cult, what if Myer's isn't in there?

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

Oh he's in there alright.  It's his little safe haven..the bastard.

 

                        JOHN:

Not tonight it isn't.

 

The sky turns crimson as dusk approaches.  The crew waits until the sun goes down and then begin heading for the facility, guns drawn and explosives stored in duffle bags.  CHRISTINE is stuck in the police car.  Her mouth is taped shut but that doesn't stop her from trying to scream or wiggle loose from her predicament.

 

cut to:

Int. Thorn Hideout. camera room

 

The room is covered with various cameras and electronic equipment.  DR WYNN is standing, staring at the monitors.  A CULT MEMBER is sitting and watching the same monitors.

 

                         CULT MEMBER (watching JOHN, TOMMY, and SHERRIF BRACKET approach the building on one of the monitors):

We have some visitors.

 

                        DR WYNN:

I see.

 

                     CULT MEMBER:

Should I call the guards to intercept them?

 

                        DR WYNN:

No...let them in.  This may work to our advantage.  This operation has become too well known by the populace.  It was only a matter of time before they struck back. We shall find somewhere else, a new town, and continued our work elsewhere.  Let them destroy our place.  Let them finish Michael so we don't have to.  It is a new age my friend, it's about time we moved on and found a new child to take Micheal's mantle.  Notify the inner circle.

 

                        CULT MEMBER:

What about the rest of our ministry in the building?

 

                        DR WYNN:

They are expendable as well, tell them nothing they will only hold us back.

 

The CULT MEMBER gets up and begins to walk out of the room.

 

                        DR WYNN:

Oh and after I leave make sure to seal all the exits.  I don't want anybody leaving besides us.  Let these maniacs blow themselves up.

 

The CULT MEMBER leaves the room. Another 2 CULT MEMBERs enter the room dragging in CHRISTINE handcuffed and gagged.

 

                        CULT MEMBER 1:

Sir, we found her outside chained to the back of a cop car.

 

                        DR WYNN:

Excellent work.  Now leave.

 

The 2 CULT MEMBERS leave throwing CHRISTINE down on the floor.

 

                        DR WYNN:

My, my, my we are getting many pleasant surprises tonight.  I am guessing those are your friends. 

 

CHRISTINE tries to talk but can't because of the gag.  Tears stream down her face.

 

                        DR WYNN:

I am afraid I can't let any of you out of here alive.  I am not sorry for anything I have done you know.  Our work here is helping the world in so many ways.  On Samhain they used to burn the wretched and wicked, the people who will never forward or contribute anything towards the community got sacrificed to the gods.  You and your friends will never contribute anything to humanity.  Your purpose is to be sacrificed.  Your spilt blood, your pain will appease the gods and let next years harvest be grand I'm sure.  You probably think I am a bad man, that my ways and my religion are ridiculous.  Well Abraham sacrificed his only son to God for the good of humanity, the same way I will sacrifice you all for the greater good.

 

CHRISTINE squirms on the floor trying to release herself from her bonds.

 

                        DR WYNN:

I must be going now.  I hope you enjoy the show.

 

DR WYNN leaves the room.

 

INT. THORN HIDEOUT. Torture chambers

 

TOMMY, JOHN, and SHERIFF BRACKET carefully transverse the halls of the THORN's Hideout planting plastic explosives as they move room to room.  Many medieval torture devices fill the dank passageways, some torture instruments are covered in blood, other still have their dead victims sitting in them.  TOMMY throws up after seeing one machine with its victim still attached to it.  The cadaver has been ripped to pieces by this cruel device.

 

                        JOHN:

This......this place is Hell.

 

                        TOMMY:

I....I can't believe it...I....

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

Guys snap out of it and help me with this stuff.  We have a job to do.  Let's hurry up and get out of here.  How does this all work. (pointing to the explosives.)

 

                        TOMMY:

Just attach the plastique anywhere you think it will do the most damage.  I'll activate it with this switch and kabloom this place is dust.

 

                        JOHN:

Let's hurry.  

 

The crew ducks behind a machine as a CULT MEMBER passes them with what appears to be a dead animal in his arms.  The crew follows the CULT MEMEBR through several passageways into the lower catacombs of the building.  They reach the end of a long hall and the CULT MEMBER slides the dead animal through a slip under the door.  The sound of someone eating the animal begins.

 

                        CULT MEMBER:

Hungry huh Michael.

 

SHERIFF BRACKET reaches for his pistol and draws it to the CULT MEMBER's head.

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

Hold it right there.  Who is behind that door? 

 

                        CULT MEMBER:

I will tell you nothing pig.

 

The SHERIFF looks around to see behind the CULT MEMBER's back when suddenly the CULT MEMBER grabs the SHERIFF's pistol and yanks the gun into his mouth.  The CULT MEMBER pulls the trigger and brain matter splashes against the SHAPE's door disturbing him from his feast.

 

                        JOHN:

Why'd you do that this whole place is going to come down here now.....GOD!!!

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

I didn't he.....he shot himself...he...

 

TOMMY runs past them both and tries looking through the food slip hole in the SHAPE's door.  In the dark room he sees the SHAPE lung at him.  TOMMY jumps back.

 

                        TOMMY:

It's him it's definitely him!

 

                        JOHN ( tossing a pack of dynamite to TOMMY):

Well give him a little treat.

 

                        TOMMY (lighting the dynamite):

O.K. get back you guys this is going to be big and loud.

 

TOMMY slips the lit dynamite into the food slip hole.  It hits the SHAPE's feet but he remains motionless.  TOMMY and the crew run away down the hall.  The SHAPE sits and stares at the dynamite until it's wick is completely burned out.....BOOOOOOOOMMM!!!!!!

The hall erupts in a fiery explosion.  Michael’s room is torn apart.  Pieces of rock and pipe are thrown everywhere.  The trio of invaders hit the ground and are covered in rubble and ash.  A small fire erupts and fire alarms go off.  A cloud of dust fills the hall and obscures view.

 

                        TOMMY:

Is everyone alright?

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

I'm fine but I think my leg is broke.  Go see if you got him.

 

TOMMY walks down the hall with his gun drawn dodging the still falling rocks from the explosion.  The steel door has been completely disintegrated off of Myer's room.  He slowly enters and looks around.  No sign of anybody.  There is a large hole in the back wall of the room.  TOMMY begins heading for that hole and the view tilts up to reveal the SHAPE holding himself up by the corner of the ceiling.  TOMMY goes through the hole in the wall from the explosion and enters and entirely different room.  The room is covered in flame and TOMMY turns around only to be face to face with the SHAPE!  The explosion definitely took it's toll on the SHAPE.  His back is on fire, his mask is nearly completely melted into his face.  Several jagged pieces of metal pierce various parts of his body.  The SHAPE's hair is in patches.  TOMMY tries to fire his gun at the SHAPE but the SHAPE quickly grabs it and tosses it away.  TOMMY backs up and grabs a piece of pipe and slams it into the SHAPE's head several times.  WAM! WAM! WAM!  The SHAPE falls to his knees as TOMMY continues wailing on him.  Suddenly the SHAPE grabs the pipe away from TOMMY and sticks the sharp end through TOMMY's leg.  TOMMY screeches in pain and falls to the ground.  The SHAPE gets up and pulls the pipe out of TOMMY's leg; blood sprays from arterial wounds. 

 

                        TOMMY:

No!!!!!

 

The SHAPE begins pummeling TOMMY who is still laying helplessly on the ground.  WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!  TOMMY's bones break and his body convulses in agony.     

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET (standing up dragging his bad leg and approaching Myer's door):

Tommy!  TOMMY DID WE GET HIM?  Are you OK?

                       

 

BLAM! BLAM!  A couple of CULT MEMBERs enter the hall and blast SHERIFF BRACKET in the back with their pistols.  SHERIFF BRACKET grabs at the wounds in his back and falls to the ground.   WAPAPAPAPAPAP!  JOHN fires back at the CULT MEMBERs with his machine gun and they all fall dead to the ground.

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

I'm hurt bad...god damn.

 

                        JOHN:

Just hold on....

 

The SHAPE emerges from his room.  He sees JOHN and tilts his head.

 

                        JOHN:

Oh shit!  FUCK YOU!!

 

JOHN pulls the trigger to his gun and hears click, click, click......he wasted his magazine on the CULT MEMBERs!  JOHN frantically tries to reload his magazine, stumbling many times out of panic as the SHAPE slowly approaches him.

 

                        SHERIFF BRACKET:

GOOOOO!!!!!! GET OUT OF HERE!

 

The SHAPE picks up a large boulder that was dislodged from the explosion and drops it on SHERIFF BRACKET's head, killing him instantly with a sickening crunch.  Blood creeps out from under the rock.  JOHN trips and falls on his back.  The SHAPE is almost upon him.

 

                        TOMMY (gurgling blood, and spitting out his lost teeth while crawling out of the SHAPE's blown up room):

Michael....mi..cheal....come here you bastard...I....got....something.....for...you.

 

The SHAPE turns around and JOHN, seeing what TOMMY is holding, runs away.  The SHAPE begins approaching TOMMY.  JOHN runs down several corridors when suddenly he comes across of CHRISTINE laying on the floor, passed out from shock.  JOHN picks her up and then continues running, searching for an exit from this maze of terror.  The SHAPE is almost upon the smashed and broken TOMMY who is holding a DETONATOR in his hands.  JOHN finally reaches a door.  He places CHRISTINE down on the ground and tries opening the door.  IT'S LOCKED!!!  JOHN desperately tries to smash the door open with a fire extinguisher but the door is too thick, and doesn't budge an inch.  JOHN puts his back to the door and slides down it, grasping his head in sheer defeat.

 

                        TOMMY (trying his hardest to hold the detonator with his shattered hands):

That's riiight...gooood Mich...eal...gooooood.....

 

The SHAPE is finally upon TOMMY.  He stands and stares at the strange contraption in TOMMY's hand.

 

                        TOMMY:

IT'S OVER!!!!!

 

 

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!  The entire building explodes and begins collapsing.  DR WYNN sees a huge fireball erupt into the sky while sitting in his car and laughs.  The building rumbles and falls to the ground as more explosions shake it's foundation.  Nothing could of survived.

 

                        DR WYNN:

Let it begin anew.

 

Cut To:

EXT: DAY: building rubble.

 

Several years have past since that fateful night.  Vines have grown over the remains of the building.  Children are playing nearby.  It's a beautiful day and the world seems so alive and vibrant.  The camera spots a single black rose growing out of the wreckage.  The camera closes on it.  Suddenly a hand emerges from under the flower throwing dirt up into the air!!!  The HALLOWEEN theme song plays.

 

FADE OUT.

 

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