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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