Halloween Page #6

I don't work for you.

You may have worked here

for many years

and done all manner of things,

and I suppose that's because

you're a hard worker.

Most of you people are.

All your women keep

your little bungalows clean,

sweep off the dirt floors--

keep the papooses in order and all--

but I'm my own boss, all right?

I retire in about three months,

and you're still gonna be here

for a long time.

Now open the door.

Don't take no orders from anybody.

[Claps hands]

Let's go, f***-nut. Time to go.

- Hey! Don't touch those.

- What?

He doesn't like it

when you touch the masks.

God damn, I wouldn't want

the bum to freak out.

Sorry about these chains, Mikey.

What do you mean,

you're sorry about these chains?

You got feelings for this big idiot,

is that what it is?

What's the dig goin' on, Ismael?

What the f***, man?

You know what? I've been taking care

of this kid for almost 20 years.

And me and him--

You know what? Never mind.

Just shut up, man.

Just keep your hands off his things.

Don't look at me.

I'll be a shitstorm

in your worst nightmare, motherf***er.

I'll come in here and f*** this place up

one night, you watch.

[Loomis]

I really don't know what else to say, Michael.

You haven't said a word for 15 years.

Christ, that's a lifetime.

That's nearly twice as long

as my first marriage.

Wow.

It's strange, Michael.

In a weird way, you've become like...

...like my best friend.

It just shows you how f***ed up my life is.

I've done all I possibly can for you.

So I'm sorry to tell you

that this is going to be my last day.

Michael...

I have to move on.

I'm sorry.

Take care, Michael.

Take care.

These eyes will deceive you.

They will destroy you.

They will take from you your innocence...

your pride...

and eventually your soul.

These eyes do not see

what you and I see.

Behind these eyes

one finds only blackness,

the absence of light.

These are the eyes...

of a psychopath.

Michael was created

by a perfect alignment

of interior and exterior factors

gone violently wrong--

a perfect storm, if you will.

Thus creating a psychopath

that knows no boundaries...

and has no boundaries.

[Buzzers sounding]

[Door slamming]

Kendall, I really don't appreciate

being called out of

my favorite watering hole

to come down on

the f***in' graveyard shift.

If you do me dirt on this one,

I'll f***in' hold it against you.

Hey, you know what? I'll f*** her.

You don't want to f*** her?

I'll f*** her. Right here.

Mikey, Mikey, Mikey.

Here we go.

I want you to meet Cousin Noel.

- Hi, there, sweetie. Hi.

- Huh?

Oh, we're just here to look in on you.

We know it's your first night and all.

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