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Halloween: The Series 1X03
By aragorn_8
Halloween: The Series
Episode 3: The Arrival of the Rogue
We open with an over view of Haddonfield town hall. It is dawn, the sun starting to rise over the horizon. We cut to inside, where Tommy Doyle is seated in an interrogation room, surrounded by deputies. Sheriff Cody is sitting across from him, staring at him angrily.
CODY: You expect me to believe that Michael Myers is still alive and that he killed Deputy James?
TOMMY: It’s true, Sheriff. I promise you.
CODY: But you can’t give us any proof of this?
TOMMY: No. I’m afraid not. Just our words.
CODY: Listen, Tommy. I’m sympathetic to you, but this story of yours just doesn’t add up. I’m supposed to believe that a bunch of people dressed in black did what the city of Haddonfield, not to mention Smith’s Grove and Ridgemont, haven’t been able to do for 11 years, that being overpower and control Michael Myers?
TOMMY: I’m just telling you what I saw.
CODY: But you didn’t see any faces and you didn’t maintain any proof other than my dead deputy, who was one of my best, by the way. We lost a lot of guys last night, including Sheriff Meeker. We didn’t need to lose another.
TOMMY: I didn’t kill him, Cody. What reason would I have to do such a thing? What reason would Debra have? None.
CODY: Until my men finish going over the crime scene, we’re going to have to hold you here. I’m sorry, Tommy, but if the evidence comes back that you had anything to do with this, you’re going to jail for a very long time.
Tommy looks worried as the screen goes blank and the theme continues to play as the camera rises up over Haddonsfield. A Jack-o-Lantern appears, an evil grin on it, and the titles come up:
HALLOWEEN: The Series.
The music becomes a very rock and roll like version of the music and various images from the series fly up. The cast characters are named as Tommy Doyle, Debra Loomis and Lonnie Elamb.
We open in the temporary town hall headquarters. Sheriff Cody walks out of the interrogation room. Deputy Breanan walks up to him.
BREANAN: Sir, we just got a call from the guys on the scene. The evidence seems to clear them. They found some black robes, among other things that lead us to believe that someone else was there.
CODY: Okay. Thanks, Breanan.
Breanan walks off as Cody turns back into the interrogation room.
We cut to the booking room, where Debra Loomis is seated with handcuffs on, wondering what’s going on inside the room with Tommy. Deputy Robbie leads a man into the station. Robbie has handcuffs on the rough-looking man, who is dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a T-shirt, and a black leather jacket. Robbie sits the man down across from Debra, who looks a little uncomfortable.
ROBBIE: Stay here, don’t bother anyone, and keep your mouth shut. Got it?
MAN: Do you want it done in that order?
ROBBIE: Don’t be a smart alec. Today is not a day to be messing with me.
MAN: Warning noted. I’ll cower in fear later…you know, when these bogus charges are dropped.
ROBBIE: Keep it up and I’ll find you a nice cell at the big jail in downtown Chicago.
Robbie nods to the guard at the door to watch him and walks off. The man looks over at Debra, who looks away, fear showing on her face.
MAN: Now what did a pretty little thing such as yourself do to end up in a place like this?
Debra tries to ignore him. He smiles.
MAN: My name is Lonnie. What’s yours?
She continues to ignore him.
LONNIE: You must be a shy one. I like that.
Lonnie winks at her. She looks disgusted and rolls her eyes.
DEBRA: Would you please just leave me alone?
LONNIE: Playing hard to get. I like that even more.
DEBRA: Listen, I don’t know what you did or why you’re here, but the reason I’m here is a big mistake, so I’m not even going to waste my time talking to some stupid-looking moron who probably stole someone’s car radio and got caught.
LONNIE: That’s ridiculous. I stole the ENTIRE car. Second of all, I am not stupid-looking. Third, what color are your panties?
Debra looks disgusted.
DEBRA: You are such a pig. I’m not even having this conversation.
LONNIE: I hear you talking over there, so I think you are.
DEBRA: Would you just shut up?
LONNIE: Oooh. Feisty!
DEBRA: Guard! Someone get him away from me.
LONNIE: Where exactly do you think you are? The Hilton? You’ve got handcuffs on, babe. Neither of us are going anywhere.
Sheriff Cody and Tommy enter. Tommy is no longer wearing handcuffs. Debra looks at him.
DEBRA: You’re not wearing cuffs.
TOMMY: We’re being released.
CODY: For now.
Cody reaches down and unlocks Debra’s cuffs. She stands.
CODY: I don’t want either of you nosing around for more trouble. Got it?
TOMMY: I haven’t found what I’m looking for yet, but I’ll do my best.
CODY: I’ll be in touch with you, but right now, I’ve got that darn meeting to get to…
Cody exits.
LONNIE: Well, if it isn’t old Tommy Doyle. What are you doing back in town?
Tommy looks over at Lonnie and it is obvious he is not happy to see him.
TOMMY: Lonnie Elamb. Back in jail again, eh? It looks like you haven’t changed much.
LONNIE: If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
DEBRA: You know this jerk?
TOMMY: We grew up together. He used to bully me around and treat me like a freak.
LONNIE: You ARE a freak.
DEBRA: Well, it looks like you’re the authority, now aren’t you? You are such a pillar of the community.
LONNIE: Well, it wasn’t two minutes ago that you were wearing handcuffs sitting here just like me. How do you know I’m not innocent?
DEBRA: I’m a psychiatrist. I study people for a living. I’m also a very good judge of character.
LONNIE: I’ll give you that. It was obvious you fell in love with me the minute you saw me.
DEBRA: Oh, please!
TOMMY: Why aren’t you upset about the killings, Lonnie?
LONNIE: Killings? What killings?
TOMMY: You don’t know about Michael Myers coming back and killing…
Tommy stops in mid-sentence.
LONNIE: Man, I just spent the weekend on a road trip with Keith and Richie. I have no idea what’s been going on in this place. The cop that arrested me…er, framed me for stealing that car…wouldn’t even tell me why we were coming to town hall instead of the police station.
TOMMY: Michael Myers came back to Haddonfield and murdered several teenagers the other night.
LONNIE: You’ve got to be kidding me.
TOMMY: I don’t joke about Michael Myers.
LONNIE: Anybody I know bite it?
Lonnie laughs as Tommy remains silent, unsure of how to tell him something.
TOMMY: As a matter of fact, yes. At the Tower Farm, he killed…
LONNIE: Who?
TOMMY: Several people, including Samantha.
Lonnie blinks, waiting for more, getting serious.
LONNIE: This isn’t funny, Doyle.
TOMMY: I’m not playing around, Lonnie. I’m serious. She and Spitz were out in the barn and Michael got them.
Tears form in Lonnie’s eyes.
LONNIE: If I find out you’re playing around, Doyle, I’m going to kick your butt from here to Langdon.
TOMMY: I wouldn’t joke about it. Dr. Loomis caught Michael and the police had him locked up, but someone broke him out of jail, fixing an explosion to make it seem as though everyone was killed.
LONNIE: And that’s why we’re at town hall instead of the police station?
TOMMY: Yeah.
Lonnie looks like he is about to cry.
TOMMY: We know Michael’s alive, because we tracked him to an abandoned factory. They had Jamie Lloyd held captive, but Michael got loose and they got away.
LONNIE: Jamie Lloyd? Isn’t that Laurie Strode’s daughter?
TOMMY: Yes. Michael was trying to get her, and Sami was one of the people that he got instead.
LONNIE: So the psycho can’t kill his own family, so he kills mine? Sami was my only sister, Tommy. Why her?
TOMMY: I don’t know, but Debra and I are going to find him. By the way, this is Debra Loomis, Dr. Loomis’s niece.
LONNIE: Yeah. Whatever.
DEBRA: We should go. I want to attend that meeting at town square.
TOMMY: I’ll drive. For what it’s worth, Lonnie, I’m sorry.
LONNIE: I’m so sure.
Tommy and Debra exit as a tear falls from Lonnie’s face. We see a pair of nice shoes step into the screen, facing Lonnie.
VOICE: Where have you been?
Lonnie looks up to see his father, Curtis Elamb, wearing a nice suit. Curtis looks as if he hasn’t slept the entire night.
LONNIE: Dad.
CURTIS: I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for 2 days, son! I finally get a call to tell me to pick you up here for driving a stolen car.
LONNIE: It’s bull. I didn’t steal anything. I was framed.
CURTIS: You don’t have to lie to me, Lonnie. I’m your lawyer. Lie to the cops.
LONNIE: Oh, yeah. I forgot for a second. Dad, I just heard something, and I want to know if it’s true or not.
CURTIS: You heard about Sami?
LONNIE: It’s true?
CURTIS: I’m afraid so.
Tears form in Lonnie’s eyes.
LONNIE: Damn it!
Lonnie struggles, trying to break free from the handcuffs.
CURTIS: Son, what are you doing? Stop it!
LONNIE: I’m going to go get that son-of-a----
CURTIS: All in good time, son.
LONNIE: Get me out of here! Now!
CURTIS: Why? Maybe some jail time will straighten you out, teach you that I won’t always be here to bail you out.
LONNIE: And maybe this is the last time you’ll have to.
CURTIS: I doubt it. You’ve done nothing but disappoint me since the day you were born.
Lonnie stares at Curtis with anger and hurt.
LONNIE: Yeah. I’ll bet when they called you to tell you that one of your kids was dead, you were hoping it was me.
CURTIS: Maybe I was. I’m going to talk to the sheriff.
Curtis walks off, leaving Lonnie to stew in his anger.
We cut to Tommy and Debra, in the same car, driving towards the town meeting.
DEBRA: So, that guy back at the station…
TOMMY: …used to make my life miserable.
DEBRA: Well, from his personality, I could tell why. What’s his story, anyway?
TOMMY: Let’s see. Where do I start? His mother died when he was little. His father is the town’s biggest defense attorney.
DEBRA: Good thing for him.
TOMMY: Unfortunately, Curtis spent more time being a lawyer than raising his kids. Samantha and Lonnie pretty much only had each other.
DEBRA: Until now.
TOMMY: I don’t know where Lonnie started down the wrong path. He’s been in and out of trouble for as long as I remember. I always hated him, but at the same time, I felt sorry for him.
DEBRA: Why? Because he’s brainless?
Tommy smirks.
TOMMY: No. Because he never had parental guidance to steer him in any direction. After high school, he resorted to stealing cars and, as rumor has it, dealing drugs to make a living.
DEBRA: I don’t believe that lack of parental guidance is any reason to resort to a life of crime. It’s just a crutch that people use. I’d rather watch paint dry than have anything to do with a sleaze like that.
Tommy doesn’t say anything as they keep driving. Behind them, a car is following. We cut to minutes later at town hall. Deputy Robbie leads Lonnie to the front door with Curtis leading the way. Robbie unlocks the handcuffs from Lonnie’s wrists.
CURTIS: Thank you for everything, deputy.
ROBBIE: It wasn’t me who didn’t press charges. You can thank the owner of the car.
LONNIE: Later, deputy.
Curtis and Lonnie walk out of town hall, leaving Robbie inside, as they walk down some steps.
LONNIE: Where’s Samantha’s body?
CURTIS: Haddonfield Memorial. I’ve been down already to identify it.
LONNIE: I still want to see her.
CURTIS: There’s no need, son.
LONNIE: I WANT to see her.
CURTIS: Well, have fun walking home, because I’m not driving you, and you clearly are lacking in transportation.
LONNIE: I have two feet. I don’t need your help getting there. Thanks for nothing.
Lonnie turns and walks away. Curtis shakes his head and gets inside his car, driving away. We cut to the town meeting, where most of Haddonfield is seated. Sheriff Cody is onstage, along with Mayor J. H. Hodges, who is standing at a podium. It is a media frenzy as reporters and photographers fill the area. The town’s residents are seated facing the stage.
MAYOR: I can take your questions and suggestions one at a time.
Mayor Hodges points at one of the reportes.
MAYOR: What’s your question?
REPORTER #1: Has there been any leads on locating Michael Myers or Jamie Lloyd? And rumors are circulating that Haddonfield may be banned. Is there any truth to this?
MAYOR: As for Michael Myers and Jamie Lloyd, they are both presumed dead in the explosion at the police station and there has been no evidence to suggest otherwise. As for the rumors about the banning of Halloween, that’s the main reason we’re here today. We want to hear what the town has to say concerning this matter.
REPORTER #2: Are there any leads on locating who is responsible for the explosion in the first place?
MAYOR: I have no comment on that at this time. All I can say is that the Haddonfield PD are working strenuously to try and locate the parties responsible for the deaths of their fellow officers.
REPORTER #3: How long do you think it will be before the public gets any answers concerning the investigation?
MAYOR: I am uncertain at this point. All I can say to the rest of your questions will be no comment. We are here to discuss the holiday of Halloween and that’s what we’re going to do concerning it. Now, anyone out there have any comments?
A man, Richard Corruthers, stands and looks at him.
RICHARD: I think the term Halloween has become a curse on this town. I lost my two daughters this year, and several others lost their children. The same last year. If we don’t ban Halloween, this is going to keep happening over and over again. He is killing us off one by one, and he only does it on that night. I say we forget Halloween and refuse to pay tribute to a night when evil roams the earth, and evil’s name is Michael Myers.
Some of the townspeople cheer and ad-lib agreements. Darlene, Richard’s wife, stands beside him.
DARLENE: How many more must we lose before we wise up and stop celebrating a night that has meant nothing but heartache and turmoil for this town ever since Michael killed his sister Judith back in 1963? I say we ban Halloween before any other parents have to wake up on November 1st and find out that their children are gone. Believe me, I wouldn’t wish the pain we’re going through right now on anyone.
Darlene breaks down and cries as Richard comforts her.
RICHARD: Do you see this, people? Do you? This could be you! If you don’t ban the devil from our city, he’s going to keep coming back and inflicting his evil on us. He’s going to keep taking our children from us! We need it to stop now!
People start cheering, but Tommy and Debra appear at the back. Tommy walks forward as people become silent. Unseen by anyone, two men stand watching Tommy and Debra from the back, dressed in black clothing.
TOMMY: You think that since you’re not celebrating Halloween, that’s he’s just going to go away? Do you think that he’s going to stop just because he doesn’t see a pumpkin on your front porch? He won’t. Banning Halloween will do nothing to stop him.
RICHARD: Are you even a resident of this town, young man?
TOMMY: Not anymore, but I was. When I was just a boy, Michael came to my house, and he killed several people, and it wasn’t because they were celebrating Halloween. It wasn’t because they were trick-or-treating, and it wasn’t because they were wearing a costume. It was because he has no compassion and he has no soul. He’s evil and evil doesn’t die because a holiday is banned. Evil will find a way.
DARLENE: What other suggestions do you have?
TOMMY: Just be ready. When October 31st rolls around, be ready.
DEBRA: He’s right. Banning Halloween is just that. Banning Halloween. It doesn’t mean that Michael won’t come back.
MAYOR: And who are you?
CODY: She’s the niece of Dr. Sam Loomis.
DEBRA: Debra.
MAN #1: That’s the crazy old codger that keeps bring him here! We don’t need you to tell us how to live!
DEBRA: Excuse me! If it wasn’t for my uncle, some of you might not be living! You think you have all the answers? Where were you last night when this couple lost their children? Where were your answers then?
WOMAN #1: Screw that, lady! Where were you?!
DEBRA: I was receiving a phone call that my uncle almost got killed protecting this town!
TOMMY: You can ban Halloween, but you can’t ban Michael. He’ll hold his own celebration, and he won’t ask for permission, and he won’t follow the town rules. If Michael says we’re having Halloween, then we’re having Halloween.
RICHARD: Nonsense! I still say we ban this cursed day! It’s the only way we can feel safe!
DARLENE: I second it!
MAYOR: All in favor?
Everyone in the town raises their hands, except for Tommy and Debra.
MAYOR: On this day, I now declare Halloween in Haddonfield officially dead!
The crowd erupts in applause as Tommy shakes his head.
TOMMY: That’s fine. Wallow in your denial, but one day, he’s going to come back, and he’s not going to hold a meeting to get your votes.
DEBRA: You guys just let him win. He owns you now. He runs this town.
Tommy and Debra turn and walk out of the meeting to boos and sarcastic remarks. We cut to Haddonfield Memorial Hospital, where a hospital employee leads Lonnie into the morgue. They walk over to a slab door. The employee pulls it out. A sheet is covering a dead body.
EMPLOYEE: This is her. Samantha Elamb.
LONNIE: Can I have a minute alone?
The employee nods and walks off. Lonnie stares down at the sheet for a couple of seconds before slowly lifts the sheet. Samantha is laying there, pale as a ghost, dead. Lonnie immediately closes his eyes, tears falling from his face.
LONNIE: Oh, God! No.
He stares a few seconds, tears flowing.
LONNIE: Sami, it’s me. Big brother Lonnie. I never expected to see you here like this. Damn it! You were the only person in my life that mattered to me, and now you’re gone. Michael Myers did this, huh? Well, Sami. I’m not going to let him get away with it. I make a vow to you right here and now that that evil bastard is going to see the inside of a coffin if I ever get my hands on him. You rest in peace, sis. I’ll make him pay. Don’t you worry. Just rest.
Lonnie leans over and kisses her on the forehead. He then covers her up and pushes her slab back into it’s spot. We cut to outside the hospital, where Tommy has pulled up to drop Debra off, to pick up her car. They pull to a stop. Debra smiles at Tommy.
DEBRA: It was one eventful night. Now, all I want to do is go back to my hotel room and go to sleep.
TOMMY: I know what you mean. I’ve been awake for about 36 hours straight. I’ll be out before I hit the pillow.
DEBRA: Well, you just make sure you’re home first before you go to sleep. Open up the windows and turn the radio up while you’re driving.
TOMMY: I will.
DEBRA: Thank for helping me. I appreciate it.
TOMMY: No thanks necessary. It was you that was helping me.
DEBRA: Tommy, what was it like, you know, looking him in the eyes?
TOMMY: Michael Myers? I only caught a brief glance up close, but it was a brief glance that’s been etched in every nightmare I’ve known since that day.
DEBRA: Uncle Sam always talks about him being void of anything in his eyes, that he’s evil and that he is beyond any care that medical science could have given him.
TOMMY: Evil can’t be psychoanalyzed. It just exists.
DEBRA: Well, on that happy note, I’m going to say good night, or morning, or whatever part of the day it is, and I will be in touch. Where are you staying?
TOMMY: I don’t know yet. There’s this boarding house over near the Myers place I might check out.
DEBRA: Call me at the hotel when you wake up. We have to at least try and help that little girl, and it doesn’t look like the locals are going to do anything but sit on their thumbs.
TOMMY: I’ll call you.
DEBRA: Thanks.
Debra leans over and pecks him on the cheek. He blushes as she gets out. They wave and he drives off. We cut to a car parked not far away, watching them. Two men (Bo and Dave) are inside. Bo picks up the car phone and dials a number. The MIB answers.
MIB: Where are they?
BO: He just dropped her off to get her car at the hospital.
MIB: Okay, Bo. You and Dave grab her now and we’ll get Doyle later. We can’t have them telling the entire town what they saw.
BO: Yes, sir. We’ll take care of it.
They hang up the phone, immediately climbing out of the car. Debra is looking for the correct key on her keychain as Dave and Bo walk up behind her. She turns as she hears the footsteps. Bo grabs her before she can talk and holds a knife to her throat, covering her mouth. She struggles, but the knife is too close for her to get away.
BO: You listen to me, woman. You and your boyfriend saw what happens to people who won’t let something go. That cop that we killed could be you next time, so I suggest that you and Doyle forget whatever it is you’re looking for.
Debra bites his hand. Bo yells as she stomps on his foot.
BO: Shit!
Debra breaks free and tries to run, but Dave grabs her and holds her with his own knife.
DAVE: Not so fast!
Bo walks over and grabs her by her face.
BO: Remember, lady. We know who your uncle is, and it would be a shame if he suddenly passed away because of you.
DEBRA: Is that a threat?
BO: It’s a promise.
Footsteps are heard behind them. They turn to see Lonnie Elamb, who enters and looks around at everyone, not really excited or concerned about the situation.
LONNIE: What’s up, everybody?
DEBRA: Help me, please!
BO: I suggest you mind your own business, young man. You don’t see a thing. Got it?
DEBRA: Help! Please!
Debra is in tears. Lonnie lets out a little laugh.
LONNIE: Lady, why in the world would I help you? I’m a moron. Remember? I’m a pig. What else was I? A jerk. That was a good one. Unoriginal, but still insulting.
DEBRA: Help me, damn it!
LONNIE: You’re not saying the magic word.
BO: Get out of here if you know what’s good for you!
LONNIE: Actually, I usually don’t know what’s good for me.
DAVE: You had better learn real fast.
LONNIE: That kind of sounded like a threat. I don’t like threats, unless I’m giving them.
Lonnie takes a step up to Dave, looking him straight in the eyes.
DEBRA: These guys work for the people that took Michael Myers!
Lonnie’s expression immediately becomes more serious.
LONNIE: Well, why didn’t you say so?
Lonnie reaches inside his jacket and quickly whips out two hand guns, pointing one at Dave and the other at Bo. Their eyes widen.
BO: What the hell?!
LONNIE: You can slice her neck if you want to. I really don’t care, but the minute you do, my gun is going to fire, and the bullet that comes out of it is going to take a portion of your brain with it. Now, judging by your performance as a “professional” criminal, you really shouldn’t take the chance of losing what little brains you do have.
DAVE: Oh, it’s over for you.
LONNIE: No! It’s just starting for me! My sister’s blood is on your hands! I’m going to be your biggest regret. Years from now, when you look back on your life, you’ll remember the day of Halloween 1989, because that was the day that you royally screwed up! That was the day you all murdered my sister!
BO: You don’t want to do this. You’ll pay for it in the end.
DEBRA: Do something!
BO: Shut up!
Suddenly, a van comes barreling into the parking lot, screeching to a halt behind Lonnie. The door opens and two men stand with guns pointed at Lonnie. Lonnie fires before they can and they fall back into the van, dead. Bo charges and rams Lonnie back into the van with a tackle.
DEBRA: Whoa!
Debra uses the distraction to do a reverse kick to Dave’s groin area. Dave doubles over in pain as Debra turns around and gives him a swift kick to the face. She takes off running and quickly unlocks her car door, climbing into the driver’s side. Lonnie, dropping his guns, grabs Bo by his shoulders and shoves him back against Debra’s car. Bo swings at Lonnie with a right, but he ducks and hits Bo with a huge uppercut. Bo hits the ground with a thud. Lonnie quickly grabs both of his guns and dives through Debra’s passenger-side window. Debra looks over at him.
DEBRA: Did I invite you in here?!
LONNIE: Lady, stop whining and step on the gas!
DEBRA: I don’t take orders from you!
LONNIE: Debbie, I have a gun!
Lonnie holds it up for her to see.
DEBRA: Do not call me Debbie!
Dave comes running towards the car. Debra screams as she puts the car in reverse and slams on the gas. Lonnie starts firing the gun, shooting the tires out on the van, so that it will be unable to follow. Debra turns the car around, puts it in drive, and screeches off, leaving the thugs in the hospital parking lot.
We cut to minutes later. The town hotel. Debra’s car comes speeding up and into the parking spot. They cut the car off. Lonnie and Debra emerge from the car. Debra looks very angry. She stomps over to Lonnie and points directly in his face.
DEBRA: You are such an idiot!
LONNIE: Excuse me? I just saved your life.
DEBRA: But you didn’t lift a finger until I mentioned your sister’s name!
LONNIE: It was none of my business.
DEBRA: Oh. Heaven forbid you actually be concerned about something that didn’t involve you!
LONNIE: Listen here, Debbie. Let’s get something straight…
DEBRA: Stop calling me Debbie! My name is Debra, you imbecile!
LONNIE: Imbecile?
DEBRA: Yeah. Imbecile. It’s a three-syllable word. It means a feebleminded person having a mental age of three to seven years and requiring supervision in the performance of routine daily tasks of self-care.
LONNIE: What are you? The walking dictionary? Since you know so much, flip to the word ungrateful.
DEBRA: Ungrateful?
LONNIE: Yeah. It’s a three-syllable word. It means Debra Loomis!
DEBRA: Oh. I hate you!
LONNIE: That’s what they all say.
DEBRA: I’m not surprised.
LONNIE: Well, now that we’ve that discussion out of the way, we’d better get out of here.
DEBRA: Why?
LONNIE: There’s only one hotel in Haddonfield. They’ll find you here.
DEBRA: I need to get to Tommy.
LONNIE: Me, too. I need to find out all I can about Michael Myers if I’m going to kill the man.
DEBRA: He isn’t a man. According to Uncle Sam, that part of him died years ago.
LONNIE: Okay. Then I’ll be happy to help the rest of him die. Now let’s get to Doyle’s before those idiots show up here. Where is he staying?
DEBRA: He said something about a boarding house over by the Myers house.
LONNIE: Okay. Mrs. Blankenship’s. I know where it’s at. Grab your stuff and let’s get the hell out of here.
DEBRA: Yes, Captain Caveman.
Debra storms off towards her hotel room
LONNIE: God help me.
We cut to Mrs. Blankenship’s boarding house, where Mrs. Blankenship escorts Tommy, holding a duffel bag, into his new room. He looks around the place.
BLANKENSHIP: This is it. Enjoy.
TOMMY: Thanks.
Mrs. Blankenship looks at him strangely and exits the room. Tommy throws his bag onto the bed and flips on the television. He starts taking off his shoes, getting ready to go to sleep. On the television, a news report is showing.
REPORTER: It seems as though Halloween is no more. The town of Haddonfield voted almost unanimously to ban the holiday today during the the town meeting following the murders committed by Michael Myers. This is unprecedented and came a shock to the state of Illinois. More on that at ten.
The TV cuts to another reporter.
REPORTER #2: And in other crazy Halloween happenings, it appears that several residents in the neighboring town of Pontiac report several disturbances in the local cemetery. These disturbances include what many call vicious attacks from an unseen man dressed in black, spooking many of the town’s residents and putting a damper on what is considered by most to be a fun, harmless holiday. There were no casualties in these instances, but local police are searching for the culprit and promise that he will be prosecuted when captured.
The cut back to the other reporter as Tommy stops and thinks about what was just said.
REPORTER: I don’t know about you, Barbara, but next Halloween, I’m staying in my house and locking my doors.
Suddenly, a loud bang is heard. Tommy whirls around ready to pounce when he sees Debra standing there.
TOMMY: Debra, what are you doing here? I thought you were going back to your hotel.
DEBRA: I was, but I had a problem. They’re after us, Tommy. Some men grabbed me at the hospital and tried to threaten me.
TOMMY: What? How did you get away?
Lonnie pokes his head around the corner with a grin.
LONNIE: Hey, Doyle. Nice place you got here.
TOMMY: Oh, God. What is HE doing here?
DEBRA: He saved my life. He stopped those men from taking me.
Tommy looks at Lonnie, who shrugs.
LONNIE: They killed my sister. Paybacks are hell. What’s with the old bag that let us in? We knocked for like ten minutes before she finally answered the door.
TOMMY: I don’t think she can hear very well. She’s just old. She’s harmless. Debra, I have something to discuss with you in private.
DEBRA: Sure.
TOMMY: Lonnie, can you excuse us?
LONNIE: Whoa. Not so fast. I want in on whatever it is that you plan to do about Myers.
TOMMY: I don’t think so. Thanks for the offer, though. Don’t call us. We’ll call you.
LONNIE: What? I stick my neck out for you guys, and this is the thanks I get?
DEBRA: It’s always about you. Isn’t it?
LONNIE: To me it is. I want this man to die, and I want to be the one to kill him. Now, let me help or I go out on my own.
TOMMY: Knock yourself out. We don’t need your kind of help.
LONNIE: Fine. Doyle, remain a loser for all I care. Debbie, next time you’re in trouble, I’ll just whistle a tune and walk on by. Oh, and you’re welcome for saving your life!
DEBRA: Grow up.
LONNIE: Forget it. Next time, I’m going to HELP them kill you.
TOMMY: Do you expect me to forget all the times you picked on me in school? Am I supposed to forget the time you put super glue in the seat of my chair in class? Or how about the time you stole my pants during gym class and ram them up the flag pole?
LONNIE: You’ve got to admit. That was pretty funny.
TOMMY: Get out of here, Lonnie. I don’t need your help! I didn’t then and I don’t now.
LONNIE: Fine. Nice meeting you, Debbie.
Debra is obviously irriated by the use of her name, but keeps quiet as Lonnie turns and exits, shutting the door behind him. Debra looks over at Tommy, who is boiling with anger.
DEBRA: He must have really made your life hell growing up.
TOMMY: It was a nightmare. I’d fake being sick some days so that I wouldn’t have to go to school. I couldn’t go from class to class without being harrassed by him and his goons. I dreaded the miserable days of high school and it was all because of Lonnie Elamb. He was a jerk, a bully, and a lowlife, and I want nothing to do with a person like him.
Debra looks at him with compassion.
DEBRA: I’m sorry I brought him here.
TOMMY: It’s not your fault.
DEBRA: So, uh, what did you want to talk to me about?
TOMMY: I just saw something on the news. It could be a lead on Michael.
We cut to the downstairs area. Mrs. Blankenship is on the telephone. Lonnie is seen walking quietly down the stairs. He stops when he hears her voice and listens to her conversation.
BLANKENSHIP: Yes. They’re both here. What do you want me to do?……Nothing?…..Okay. If that’s what you want….I’ll report anything I hear….Okay. Bye.
She hangs up the phone as Lonnie enters the downstairs area.
LONNIE: Who was that?
Mrs. Blankenship turns at the sound of his voice.
BLANKENSHIP: Oh! Uh, that was someone looking for a room. Had to disappoint them and tell them the last room was just given to that young man upstairs. I told them I’d keep them updated on any future vacancies or any other places to look.
Lonnie studies Mrs. Blankenship, an intense gaze on her. There is silence for a few seconds.
LONNIE: Uh, huh. Well, see you later.
Lonnie turns and walks out the front door, closing it behind him.
We cut to Tommy’s room, where Tommy and Debra are seated.
DEBRA: So, you think Michael could be in Pontiac?
TOMMY: A man in black attacking people? Who else could it be?
DEBRA: What should we do?
TOMMY: Get in a car and head out to Pontiac.
DEBRA: What about sleep? We both could use it.
TOMMY: One of us can drive while the other sleeps. We’ll switch places halfway.
DEBRA: Let’s get moving then.
Tommy puts on his shoes, grabs his keys, and they both head out the door.
We cut to outside. Tommy and Debra walk to the car, get inside, start it, and pull away. A few seconds later, another car starts and begins following them.
We cut to an unknown location. Bo walks up to a pay phone, picks up the receiver, and dials a phone number. Somewhere secret, the MiB picks up the phone.
MIB: Yes?
BO: Sir, a man shot and killed two of us and helped the girl escape. What should we do?
MIB: Nothing, for now. Get rid of the bodies and make sure they are never found. We don’t need any attention drawn to us.
BO: Yes, sir.
Bo hangs up.
We cut to Pontiac, Illinois. It is now night time. Tommy’s car pulls up at the gate of the cemetery. He turns off the lights and they emerge from the car. Debra looks at the creepy graveyard as Tommy looks around.
DEBRA: This is just spooky. What are we doing here, Tommy?
TOMMY: We’re going to see if these “disturbances” have anything to do with Michael?
DEBRA: Why can’t we come back, you know, during the daytime?
TOMMY: We can’t put this off, Debra. He might slip away.
DEBRA: I’m just scared, I guess.
TOMMY: Perfectly understandable. I am, too. But I’ll be with you the whole time.
Debra nods her head.
DEBRA: Well, let’s get this over with.
Tommy and Debra walk into the graveyard. Another car pulls up outside, shutting off its lights.
We cut to inside the graveyard. Tommy and Debra are walking down the path, looking at all the tombstones.
DEBRA: What exactly are we supposed to be looking for?
TOMMY: I don’t know, but I have a feeling this place can give us answers.
DEBRA: I hope so.
They hear footsteps behind them. Tommy stops and listens. The footsteps stop.
TOMMY: Did you hear that?
DEBRA: Yeah. We’re not alone. Are we?
TOMMY: I don’t think so.
Tommy inches towards the direction of the footsteps. Suddenly, a figure appears behind Debra as she watches Tommy.
DEBRA: You see anyone?
Tommy looks back at Debra and sees the looming figure.
TOMMY: Debra, look out!
Debra whirls around as a shape comes towards her. It is a man, in his mid-50’s. He has an insane smile on his face as he grabs Debra by her arms and laughs.
MAN: Boo!
DEBRA: A-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h!
Tommy runs over and hits the man with a flying tackle, spearing him to the ground. Tommy raises his arm in the air to hit the man, but the man is smiling still.
MAN: It’s not me you want to hit; I won’t fight, I’ll just quit.
The man laughs as his rhyming sentence. Tommy looks at him strangely.
TOMMY: Who are you?
MAN: Harry Walters is my name; I’m not the man. I’m not to blame.
TOMMY: What are you? Some kind of poet?
HARRY: Let me up, young scrapping lad; You hit me hard, I feel so bad.
TOMMY: Whatever.
Tommy gets up off the ground, pulling Harry to his feet. Tommy and Debra stare at Harry, who laughs a high-pitched, erie laugh.
DEBRA: What are you doing here?
HARRY: Halloween is a night for the witch and her broom, but to enter this place you meet nothing but doom!
TOMMY: Get out of here!
HARRY: Heed this warning and heed it well; What lives in this place was spawned from hell!
Harry laughs loudly, as Tommy chases him away. Tommy shakes his head and looks at Debra.
TOMMY: I’m sorry about that. He was obviously a few cards short of a deck.
DEBRA: You think he was the one who was attacking people? If so, we came up here for nothing but a crazy old rhyming coot.
TOMMY: It sounded like he was warning us of something.
DEBRA: What could he be warning us of?
Suddenly, a bright gust of wind blows through the cemetery. A figure, cloaked in black, is seen staring at them. Debra sees it and her eyes widen.
DEBRA: Who is that?
Tommy turns and looks at the figure, who has long, flowing black hair and an extremely pale complexion.
TOMMY: Oh, man.
DEBRA: Let’s, uh, get out of here.
TOMMY: Yeah. That’s definitely not Michael.
FIGURE: NO! Come to me.
The figure stares at Debra, who suddenly looks as if she goes into a trance.
DEBRA: Come to him.
Debra starts to walk towards him, but Tommy grabs her from behind.
TOMMY: Debra, don’t! What are you doing?!
FIGURE: A-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h!
The figure opens his mouth and fangs appear on his teeth, revealing him to be a vampire.
TOMMY: Debra, come on!
Tommy struggles to hold Debra back from walking towards him, but the vampire levitates into the air and seemingly floats quickly towards them. Tommy shoves Debra out of the way as the vampire leaps onto him.
TOMMY: Debra, snap out of it!
Tommy and the Vampire struggle, rolling around on the ground. The Vampire stands, yanking up Tommy and throwing him against a nearby tree, knocking the breath out of him as he falls to the ground. The Vampire looks at Tommy and his voice echoes into the night.
VAMPIRE: You are damned!
Tommy struggles, propping himself up against the tree, hazily looking at the vampire.
TOMMY: Debra.
VAMPIRE: Your blood will spill out onto the dead!
The vampire yells as he jumps into the air, floating down at a rapid pace towards Tommy, who is helpless. A gunshot rings out as a bullet explodes into the vampire’s chest, sending him flying backwards. The vampire hits the ground, hard. Tommy looks over to see Lonnie Elamb, who has just fired the shot.
LONNIE: Damn! That was one hell of an ugly man!
Tommy walks over to Lonnie.
TOMMY: What are you doing here?
LONNIE: I followed you.
TOMMY: You don’t have a car.
LONNIE: Neither does someone in Haddonfield, anymore.
TOMMY: You stole someone’s car?
LONNIE: I prefer the term ‘borrowed’.
Tommy looks back at Debra, who is slowly, in a trance-like state, walking towards the fallen vampire.
TOMMY: Debra, it’s over.
Suddenly, the vampire floats back up, a look of rage covering his face.
VAMPIRE: Prepare to enter immortality!
TOMMY: Debra!
LONNIE: Damn!
Lonnie pulls out both guns, but the vampire quickly strikes, flying at them, knocking Lonnie’s guns to the ground, and decking Tommy with a right. The vampire turns and kicks Lonnie in the chest, sending him backwards. Tommy swings with a left, but the vampire blocks it, shoving Tommy through the air into a row of tombstones. The vampire lunges at him, but Tommy moves, using a tombstone as a springboard, and kicking the vampire in the chest with a flying kick. The vampire falls back against the tree as Tommy falls to the ground.
TOMMY: Debra, run!
Tommy tries to get up, but the vampire comes charging out at him.
TOMMY: No-o-o-o-o!
Lonnie appears out of nowhere, tackling the vampire to the ground before he strikes. They roll around on the ground. They both stand and Lonnie nails the vampire with a right, but the vampire grabs him by his hair, lunging with his teeth for Lonnie’s neck. Tommy jumps onto the vampires back, causing Lonnie to fall against the tree and Tommy and the vampire to hit the ground. The vampire springs up, seemingly like magic. He stands over Tommy and smiles with an evil grin.
VAMPIRE: Your soul belongs to me!
The vampire starts to attack as Lonnie runs, jumps into the air, and grabs a branch on the tree. His weight causes it to break. As he comes down, he drives the point of the broken branch into the vampire’s chest, causing him to cry out in pain. The vampire turns and looks at Lonnie, who smiles at him.
LONNIE: But your ASS belongs to me.
The vampire disentigrates into a pile of dust and disappears from sight. Tommy, breathing heavily, looks at Lonnie.
TOMMY: That was unreal!
LONNIE: I think they prefer the term ‘undead’.
TOMMY: You know what I mean! JESUS! How did you know what to do to him?!
LONNIE: I watched Dracula on TV.
Debra comes walking over.
DEBRA: Oh, man. I felt so drawn to him, like he was invading my being.
LONNIE: And you call ME a pervert?
TOMMY: Thank God you were here. I couldn’t have beat him.
LONNIE: I guess you could use my help after all, huh?
DEBRA: As big of a moron as I think you are, I’m sorry we didn’t ask you to come.
LONNIE: Wow. What a moving apology.
Debra half-smiles as Lonnie helps Tommy stand.
LONNIE: What do you say we get the heck out of here before any more of those things show up?
TOMMY: I second that. Let’s move.
Tommy, Debra, and Lonnie turn to exit.
We cut to inside a car, a few minutes later. Debra is asleep in the passenger side of the car. Lonnie is driving, and Tommy is in the back seat, also asleep. Lonnie drives through the silent night. Debra’s head falls and rests on Lonnie’s shoulder. He looks over at her and smiles, watching the road in the cold, lonely night as Tommy’s voice narrates.
TOMMY (v.o.): I knew the minute I saw the vampire that only more questions had presented themselves. I thought Michael was the only monster out there, but I may be wrong. What if there are countless others? What if Michael is only one monster in a sea of millions? If that’s true, then what does it mean for us? Can we fight the evil in this secret world hidden from humanity, or are we just waiting to be one of their victims? As we continue on our quest for the truth, I can’t help but wonder if we are fighting a losing battle. But, no matter what the outcome, I’m not giving up and the evil will not win.
FADE OUT. A PUMPKIN appears on the screen. ‘The Halloween Theme’ begins playing. ROLL CREDITS.
Special thanks to MysterioMan007, Screamer009, and Scarecrow_Cenobite.
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