Halloween Page #5

It hides my ugliness.

Sweetie, don't say that.

Take it off.

You're not ugly.

Don't talk like that, okay?

Okay.

I miss you so much.

I miss you, too.

[Loomis]

Michael's so-called normal moments

are becoming fewer and fewer,

and I'm particularly worried about this.

I believe that these masks have

begun to create a mental sanctuary

in which Michael can hide

within himself and from himself.

# Deck the halls with boughs of holly,

Fa la la la la, la la la la #

F*** you! F*** you all!

- I hate you!

- Let it out!

Shut the f*** up!

I gotta get out of here.

Just let me out!

I hate this world!

- I don't want to be here anymore.

- I know. It's okay.

- I just want to go home.

- It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

Why can't I just go home?

Okay.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

I'm afraid you can't go home.

Why?

Because you've done terrible things.

Come here. Come on.

It's okay. It's okay, Michael.

[Loomis]

Michael's downward slide

into this hellish abyss continues.

I fear he's on the verge

of completely shutting down.

I managed to persuade the suits

to let you come outside

and sit out in the garden.

All right, gardens.

Hardly a charming place,

but at least there's a bit of greenery.

But please, I mean,

if you don't communicate with me,

how can I help you?

I'm here to help you.

I feel an utter failure at the moment,

that I just can't get through to you.

And you know, they're going

to see in my reports

that you're not responding, and--

you know, they may

take me off the case.

I don't know. I hope not.

I need to get out of here.

Yes, that's not going to happen

for a while, Michael.

Michael, take off the mask.

Honey, you don't look good.

You have to eat. Come on.

- Put my mask back on.

- Michael.

Please put my mask back on.

Come on.

Let's try to enjoy the day.

[Loomis]

The child christened Michael Myers

has become a sort of ghost,

a mere shape of a human being.

There's nothing left here now.

[Classical music playing on PA]

Well, before I go,

I brought you something.

I found it. I thought you might like

to hang it up in your room.

I thought you'd like it.

Well, I guess I'll see you next week.

I'll walk you to the car.

Bye, sweetie.

Nurse, sit with Michael.

I'm taking Mrs. Myers to her car.

- Yes, sir.

- Thank you.

Cute baby.

Couldn't be related to you.

You know, he's been silent now

for two weeks almost.

We really may want to consider

maybe shock treatments.

[No audible dialogue]

What happened?

What happened?

What happened there?

Hey!

[No audible dialogue]

[Film projector running]

[Gunshot]

[Baby crying]

So you don't f***ing talk a lot,

do you, Max?

Goddamn it, we're gonna get

one thing straight.

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