Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers Page #6

- Police station.

Ain't closing down without a good Goddamn reason.

Well?

Just rings.

Well, come on!

Jackie, watch the register for me, hon.

- You got it, Earl.

What's going down?

Where are we going, Earl?

- We're going to Ben's.

The phone never just rings at a Police station,

no way, no how.

- Wake up the Sheriff.

Load it up. Come on, come on.

Something?

He's been here.

- How do you know?

This is starting to spook me, doc.

At least I'm not alone.

Logan ... I want you to stay here

in case the family gets back. - Right here, Ben.

You look sharp. You understand?

- No problem, Sheriff.

Hey, you!

This is city property.

No trespassing.

What are you, deaf?

Don't try that Halloween sh*t with me.

All right, I'm on the telephone to the Police right now.

Don't you even think about leaving.

Yeah! That was a fun!

Come on, kids, we're going in the car right now.

Come on. I said move in, get in there.

Jamie!

Jamie!

Rachel, is that you?

Is that you?

Jamie?

Jamie?

Jamie?

Jamie?

Oh, God!

Jamie.

Whoever you are ...

I have a big dog with me and he bites!

Jamie!

Where have you been?

Don't ever go off on your own at night again.

Okay? Not ever.

Rachel, Jamie, thank God!

- What's going on? - Get in the car.

Come on, quick.

Is that him?

Is that him!?

Yes.

Loomis.

Oh, Christ. Doc.

Dear God.

Hey, don't shoot!

Oh, that was great!

You thought it was me, didn't you?

Sheriff!

- Get home, damn it!

There's a curfew!

I catch your ass, it'll be a weekend in jail!

You all right, doc?

Come on. We'll get to the station.

We'll get these kids safe.

It's okay.

Station, this is 132.

come in, pierce.

Come in, Pierce.

Come in, Pierce.

Oh, Christ!

Wouldn't have given up without a fight.

They didn't know, what they were fighting.

How can a man do this, Loomis?

Tell me.

It isn't a man.

What is he?

Tell me!

What the hell are we dealing with?

Evil.

What the Sam Hill is going on?

Go on home, Earl. This is Police business.

- What the hell did this?

Looks like to me you're out of business.

Now I want some answers.

I haven't got the time or the patience to argue with you.

Now go home to your families where you belong.

It was Michael Myers.

He's come home to kill.

Let it be, Earl.

Let the Police handle it.

Like the last time?

How many people killed back then?

How many kids?

Al here, lost his boy ten years back.

Well not this time, Ben.

I'll handle this my own way.

We're gonna fry his ass.

You son of a b*tch! You just created a lynch mob.

- You haven't got a Police force!

These men may be the only defense you've got.

Ok, let's move it up.

- Come on guys, let's go.

Let's hunt this bastard!

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