Halloween III: Season of the Witch Page #4

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what it is today.

Dried up, little pile of nothing.

Let me tell you something, mister.

He brought in every damn one of

them factory people from the outside.

You think he'd hire me?

A local boy?

No way. Turned me down flat.

You haven't got a dollar you can spare, do you?

Thank you.

All I can tell you, mister ...

is watch out.

You seen the TV cameras yet?

He's watching you, friend.

I guarantee you that.

Hey, Cochran ..., f*** you.

F*** you! - Ooh, ooh, shh, easy.

- It's all right all right. It don't matter to me.

He's probably listenin'.

And if he is ...

I got one thing to say.

It's the last Halloween

for that lousy factory of his.

Some pretty wild sh*t goin' on in there.

I ... I heard rumors.

Like what? What'd you hear?

- This year ...

I'm gonna get me ...

about a case and a half of Molotov cocktails.

Burn that son of a b*tch right down!

Be the last Halloween for them.

Last Halloween.

What?

Fellas, I was just kidding.

You know that ... You know that. Just kidding!

Oh, sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Are you picking up an order?

Are you picking up

an order at the factory?

Oh, yeah. - Oh, I figured.

There's no other reason to be in this godforsaken place.

All I can say is, good luck to both of us.

They may make great masks,

but ever since they started big volume business,

the little guy has to stand in line.

You know, what I mean?

I gave up ordering by mail.

But I hate trying to deal with 'em in person.

You can't win.

Oh, you know,

I hate to say anything, but ...

the merchandise

is slipping.

I mean. My four-year-old was throwing

the thing against the wall.

The trademark shouldn't just come right off.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

By the way ...

My name's Marge Guttman.

My shop's on Union Square in San Francisco.

You can't miss it. - Okay. - Why don't you look me up?

Yes. Thanks, I will.

- Bye.

Hello?

-Teddy.

I tried you at home.

Why would I be at home,

when there's something like this cooking?

Get it cooking.

- Got anything?

No. Someone made

a colossal boo-boo.

We've been doing an autopsy

on part of the car.

C-4 something.

Just plastic and metal shavings.

Two days wasted because

somebody mixed up the envelopes.

Where are you calling from?

Santa Mira.

The Rose of Shannon Motel. I'll

check back with you tomorrow.

All right, Sherlock.Ciao.

Two more days to Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

These commercials ...

Two more days to Halloween ...

never stops.

Wait.

Aren't you just ... the least bit tired?

No.

Wait. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

How old are you?

Relax.

I'm older than I look.

What's that?

Who cares?

What the hell was that?

What's going on?

I don't know.

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