Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers

Ok, go on through.

All metal objects into the tray.

Purpose of visit?

A patient pick up and transfer to Smith's Grove.

You're late.

- Yeah.

Should be on the road.

- Yeah.

Hell of a night, huh?

- Real charmer.

Yeah. I'll take you down there.

- All right.

Let them in.

- Ok.

First time here, huh?

- Hope it's the last time.

You never get used to the faces. Never.

Jesus!

Jesus ain't got nothing to do with this place.

Come on.

Yeah, this is where the society

dumps its worst nightmares.

Yeah the one you're picking up ...

Just thinking about him

gives me the willies.

A decade ago, Halloween night ...

He murdered 16 people ...

maybe more.

Trying to get to his sister.

Nearly got her too.

But his doctor ... of all people,

shot him ... six times.

Then he set him on fire.

Both of them nearly burned to death.

Yeah, I'll be glad to see this one gone.

Yes, indeedy!

Welcome to Hell.

Doctor?

- Yes?

The transfer personnel are here.

Smith's Grove?

- Yes.

I'm Dr. Hoffman, medical administrator.

Has he been prepped?

- Ready to go.

Who signs for him?

I do.

Outside.

Check him out.

I'd assumed Dr. Loomis would be here.

Michael Myers is still his patient.

Well, if Loomis read memos, he'd be here.

Fortunately his position is more ceremonial than medical.

And with Myers gone ...

My hope is that he'll either transfer ...

retire...

or die.

All right, let's move him.

Watch it.

I got this end.

I can safely say that Michael Myers is now in your hands.

- Yeah. I guess you're happy to see him go.

Locked and loaded.

- Let's roll.

Night, doc.

Drive carefully.

Did Hoffman say anything about living relatives?

- Yeah.

A niece living in his hometown.

And?

"And?" She's too young to be his legal ward.

So the state owns him?

Great.

You know, I still don't understand.

No!

Kido ...

It's 4:
00 in the morning.

I can't sleep.

What is this?

Four nights in a row?

You going for a record here?

The seven-year-old insomniac's hall of fame?

Do you love me, Rachel?

Serious questions tonight.

Of course I love you.

Like a sister?

Jamie, sometimes it's ...

- Like a real sister?

We're not really sisters, Jamie.

But that doesn't mean that I love you any less.

Sure it does.

I know you miss your parents. It hasn't been that long.

- It's been 11 months.

Your mother used to baby-sit me when I was your age.

I'll bet you didn't know that.

You're lucky.

I wish she could do the same for me.

Come on, Jamie.

Let's go back to bed.

Come on, Sunday.

Sleep tight.

We'll have French toast for breakfast, ok?

Nighty-night.

Come on, Sunday.

Nighty-night.

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

If I should die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul will take.

God bless

Mr. and Mrs. Corruthers.

God bless Rachel, God bless Sunday, God bless me.

And God bless mommy and daddy in heaven. Amen.

Help me please!

Somebody help me!

Help me!

Jamie!

Oh, dear God!

It's all right, sweetheart.

A bad dream. That's all.

Just a nasty old dream.

I've got you.

You're safe now, see?

It's okay, baby. It's okay.

It's okay. Shh.

You're gonna be just fine.

It's okay, baby. You're gonna be fine.

Damn it!

Darlene!

There's a clean one in the laundry

room next to your blue slacks. Hello?

Honey, this tie's got a spot on it.

I can't wear this today. I got a 10:30 with Chuck.

Hang on, Mrs. Pierce.

Not that tie. On the other side.

That's not the only thing

you're eating, Rachel!

Mom, I'm on a diet. You want an oinker for a daughter?

- Found it.

Sorry.

Do you suppose Susan could just bring her crutches?

Stupid question.

Tell her I hope she feels better.

Susan's mother.

She can't baby-sit tonight.

Why not?

Susan broke her ankle last night at the ice rink.

Rachel?

- Mom, please.

You'll have to watch Jamie tonight.

Not tonight. I've got that date with Brady.

You know how important that is.

Well. Tonight is very important for your father and me.

Can't you find somebody else?

- It's too late.

What am I supposed to tell Brady?

"Sorry, but I've got to baby-sit my foster sister.

Go and have fun by yourself."

It's not exactly the end of the world for goodness' sake.

- Oh, sure it is.

I think tonight Brady was ready to make a commitment.

But now, my future relationship

my engagement ...

my marriage, my children and your grandchildren

have all been wiped out, because I have to baby-sit.

I'm sorry I ruined everything.

If I wasn't here, you could go out.

Good job, Rachel.

That little girl needs all the love

we can give her right now.

And all you can do is think about yourself?

Jamie?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it like that.

I can go out with Brady tomorrow night.

It's no big deal.

But you wanted to go out tonight.

It's my fault you can't.

Well, tonight we're going to do something better.

We're going to go trick-or-treating.

I don't want to.

It's Halloween! I mean: don't you want to get dressed up

in a really scary costume and get some candy?

How 'bout this afternoon I pick you up

from school and we go get ice cream?

Double scoops?

Double scoops.

Now let's get some breakfast.

Dr. Quinn, call 7402.

Why wasn't I notified?

About what?

- You know damn well about what.

You let them take it out of here.

For Christ's sake, spare me the speech.

I've listened to it for a decade.

The fact is that Michael Myers was a federal patient and

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