Halloween Page #4

Dr. Samuel Loomis.

Loomis has now been appointed

by Judge Masterson

to oversee Myers' care

while incarcerated here at Smith's Grove.

Hello, hello, hello.

Can you talk in there?

Hi, I'm Michael Myers.

Okay, okay. That's fine.

That's good. That's good.

Okay, we're on.

How are you feeling today?

Good.

Could I ask you something?

You can ask me

whatever you want.

That's why I'm here.

If you have anything on your mind,

feel free-- anything.

Okay.

Why do you talk so funny?

Talk so funny?

Tell me, Michael,

what do you remember about...

that night, Halloween?

What do you mean,

like my costume and candy?

So you remember nothing

about the killing?

You remember nothing

about getting a knife?

- I didn't do that.

- Oh, okay.

But you were covered in blood.

Whose blood was it?

I don't know.

[Loomis]

Case:
Michael Myers.

To the untrained eye,

there's nothing visually abnormal

with this angelic young boy,

but one must remember not to be fooled

by his calm, unassuming facade.

[Michael]

Can I go home today?

[Mrs. Myers]

No, not today.

[Michael]

Tomorrow?

I don't know.

I have to talk to the doctor about that.

[Classical music playing on PA]

- Hey, Mommy.

- Yeah.

Is everyone at home okay?

Everything's okay at home.

Okay.

Hey, Mikey.

How you doing?

Look, you can't let those walls

get you down.

Believe me, I know.

I spent a little time behind walls.

I know they can drive you crazy.

You gotta look beyond the walls.

You know,

learn to live inside your head.

Hey, there's no walls

that can stop you there.

All right, I gotta get back to work.

Now you take it easy, Mikey.

Look at my mask.

Oh, wow. Beautiful. Yeah.

Why is it all black?

'Cause it's one of my favorite colors.

Well, actually black isn't a color, is it?

It's the absence of color.

In the spectrum of colors,

you go from black,

which is no color,

all the way through to white,

which is every color.

So technically--

not that it really matters--

but black isn't a color.

Why did you make it?

I have my secrets.

Wait a minute.

I thought we had no secrets,

you and I.

Because no one sees me.

Yes, they do.

I see you every day.

Your mom, she comes every week.

Anybody else?

No.

[Loomis]

Michael has begun to obsess

on the construction

of these primitive masks.

It is the rare occasion

that he will allow himself

to be seen without one of these.

Only during the weekly visits

from his mother

does he show brief glimpses of the boy

he once may have been.

Do you like my mask?

When did you make this?

Just yesterday.

I like the mask because it hides my face.

I don't like you to hide your face.

Take it off.

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