Halloween 8: Resurrection

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You've heard of the tunnel.

The one we all go through

sooner or later.

At the end, there's a door.

And waiting for you on

the other side of that door...

is either heaven...

or hell.

This is that door.

Why is this patient

in lockdown?

They didn't tell you

about Laurie Strode?

No.

You must have heard of her.

Sister of Michael Myers?

Michael Myers,

the serial killer?

Well, you'll hear

all the gossip soon enough.

For now, let's just get...

No, no, no, wait.

Tell me about her.

She decapitated a man.

Aah!

Oh, my God. Why?

Halloween.

Three years ago.

Twenty years after

the first murders...

her brother finally found her.

Tracked her down to the school

where she was working.

There were several murders.

Lots of confusion.

Guys, over here!

Oh, my God.

She killed the wrong person.

Unh!

Father of three.

Why didn't the paramedic

say something?

His larynx had been crushed.

Don't let on you know.

Hello, Miss Strode.

Did you enjoy your dinner?

She hasn't said a word in years.

Extreme disassociative disorder.

The doctors think

she's a suicide threat.

They found her up

on the roof more than once.

Must be the guilt.

Now all she does

is stare out that window.

God knows

what she sees out there.

Hello?

Anyone out there?

Boooo!

- Holy sh*t!

- Ha ha ha!

Harold, are you trying

to give me a heart attack?

No.

How the hell

did you get out again?

And who are you

supposed to be today?

Oh. John Wayne Gacy.

Born in Chicago, Illinois,

on March 17, 1942.

Come on, big guy.

Killed 33 people.

Buried them under his house.

I know, Harold.

- He was executed on May 7...

- I know, Harold.

Willie, I'm not trying

to criticize your work...

but if you put Harold

in his room...

how come I see him

in the basement?

L... But just

two seconds ago, he was...

Come on. Let's go get him.

How many times

do I have to tell you?

You gotta be sure

what you're doing.

Willie?

What are you doing?

I skipped dinner.

- Hurry up.

- OK.

Harold?

Harold,

what are you doing down here?

What's gotten into you?

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Unh!

Aah!

Hmm. Ted Bundy.

Born November 24, 19...

Hello, Michael.

I knew you'd come for me

sooner or later.

What took you so long?

You failed, Michael.

You want to know why?

Because I'm not afraid of you.

But what about you?

Are you afraid of me?

Are you afraid to die, Michael?

I just have to be sure.

Unh! Unh!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

I'll see you in hell.

Michael Myers.

Born October 19, 1957.

Killed his older sister,

October 31, 1963.

Killed 3 high school students,

October 31, 1978.

Also killed three nurses

and a paramedic, same night.

Was believed to be dead,

then killed four students...

Was believed to be dead,

then killed four students...

Hillcrest Academy, 1998.

Has been missing, unheard of,

last three years.

Now he's back.

Carl Jung tells us...

that the human psyche

contains...

a figment of ourselves...

that even the collective

unconscious denies.

Good morning, Paul.

It's nice to see you in class.

Am I keeping you up?

What do I mean by all this,

people?

I mean that inside all of us...

there lurks

a dark, malevolent figure.

A kind of boogeyman,

if you will...

that Jung called what?

Stick with me, people.

Take that Kierkegaardian

leap of faith.

Jung said we must

face down our fears...

and face up to the figure

he called... what?

- The shadow.

- The shadow.

Yes, Sara, very good.

Thank you.

I'm glad somebody was awake.

Wow, what a class.

Hey, Sara!

Sara, wait up!

I've been looking for you

everywhere.

Guess what?

Uh-uh. What did you

sign us up for this time?

Eee, ha ha!

We gotta find Rudy. Come on.

Hey, Rudy.

Don't distract me.

I can't help myself.

I am distracting.

Have you checked your email?

No.

Why?

Did you send me something?

We're in!

They picked all three of us!

- What? Are you serious?

- Uh-huh!

Oh, God! Yes!

All right. That is all good.

This isn't one of

your little jokes, is it?

No, but Sara doesn't want to go.

I might go.

I just haven't decided yet.

No, no, no.

That is unacceptable.

It is unacceptable.

We're gonna be bigger

than "The Osbournes."

We're gonna be large.

Every time I let you two

talk me into something...

I live to regret it.

Listen, without me,

you would die of boredom.

Us! Without us,

you would die of boredom.

Whatever.

Are you sure they're not

just putting us in some house...

with hidden cameras

in the shower?

No.

It's like we're

investigative reporters...

searching a crime scene.

And look at the scholarship.

Yeah.

Besides that,

thousands of people...

are going to see my face...

our face.

Don't do it.

That's the house

where it all started.

He walked its hallways,

hid in its closets...

dreamed in its bedrooms...

helped his mother

in the kitchen...

watched TV in the living room

with his dad...

played in his sister's bedroom.

Then one day,

he picked up a knife...

and he never put it down again.

That guy's f***ing weird.

Don't pay attention to him.

He's trying to scare us.

I just need to send

a quick email.

"Deckard...

"you'll never believe

what I got myself into."

Deckard? Who's Deckard?

Oh, it's my screen name.

Sara needed some tech support

setting up her offline reader...

so I, uh...

You told her

you're a graduate student?

- Graduate of what, junior high?

- Shut up, all right?

We talk every day.

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