FADE IN:

EXT. STREET - NIGHT - SUBURBIA

Langley, Illinois. A quiet suburb located fifty miles

outside of Chicago.

SUPER the legend: "Langley, Illinois. October 28th 1998"

oooooooooooooooh

A HOUSE

nestled in the middle of a tree-lined street. A Honda Civic

pulls into a darkened driveway, the headlights are

extinguished...

PAMELA WHITTINGTON, a middle-aged woman in full registered

nurse attire, emerges from the parked car.

An unlit cigarette dangles loosely from her lips. She heads

to the porch, digging through her purse in search of a

light...

CRUNCH!

Pamela stops in her tracks, looks down at her feet to discover

GLASS

Oh well guess I’ll just walk on in

scattered across the porch. She looks at the porch light

hanging above her head.

A SHATTERED LIGHT BULB occupies the socket.

Pamela turns her attention to the front door... it's slightly

ajar. She pushes on it gently.... the door swings open

freely, revealing the darkened interior.

(from inside)doors open heh heh heh

PAMELA

Shit...

No no that’s a door

Pamela drops her purse... darts across some hedges into the

neighbor's yard...

EXT. THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR

Pamela runs up to the porch, decorated with carved

pumpkins... POUNDS furiously on the front door, decorated

with a CARDBOARD SKELETON.

Hey don’t break the skeleton!

Yeah Its Uncle Maynard!

NO ANSWER.

She POUNDS again... HARDER. Suddenly, the door SWINGS open

to reveal

AN OMINOUS FIGURE

looming in the doorway. A HOCKEY MASK cloaks his face.

Ah Wayne Gretsky

A PAIR OF EYES

glare at Pamela from behind the cut-outs in the plastic

vizard.

PAMELA

gasps, stumbles backward.

THE FIGURE

flips up his mask to reveal

JIMMY HOWELL

Oh that was anti-climatic

a gangly teen, wearing a hockey jersey... skates slung over

his shoulder.

JIMMY

Hey, Mis Whittington, what's up?

PAMELA

My blood pleasure. You scared the

hell out of me.

Will you help me find my hell, where is it?

JIMMY

Oh. Sorry. I'm on my way to the

ring and --

PAMELA

(interrupting)

I think someone broke into my

house.

Before of After I Did?

JIMMY

No shit?!

PAMELA

No shit.

Rats I really wanted some

CUT TO:

INT. LIVING ROOM - MINUTES LATER

Pamela sits on the couch taking hits off a lit cigarette.

Jimmy paces the room, portable phone pressed against his ear.

JIMMY

(into phone)

3037 Keystone.. yeah... gotcha.

Jimmy hangs up the portable...

JIMMY

(continuing)

Said to give 'em fifteen minutes.

They'll send someone by.

Mmmm pizza

Jimmy grabs his hockey stick, heads for the door.

PAMELA

Jimmy, what are you doing?

JIMMY

Checking out your place.

PAMELA

No. Wait for the police.

JIMMY

And miss the big game? No way.

(hippie) yes way…duuuuuuuuuuuuude

CUT TO:

EXT. HOUSE - MINUTES LATER

Pamela stands at the foot of her driveway... watches as Jimmy

climbs the steps to her porch, hockey stick perched high on

his shoulder.

JIMMY

moves toward the front door, stepping on pieces of shattered

light bulb beneath him.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,

He swings open the front door with the tip of his stick...

looks inside the darkened house.

He enters cautiously, stick at the ready.

PAMELA

Eeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhh OH GOD!!!

lights up another cigarette, watches nervously as Jimmy

disappears from view...

oh its you.

INT. HOUSE

Jimmy enters the dimmed foyer.

JIMMY

(calling off)

Hey, man, don't mess with me!

I'll knock your head clean off

your body!

At least you’ll knock his head clean

He moves stealthily through the house, hockey stick poised

high in the air... room-by-room he checks for intruders...

Jimmy finds his way to the rear of the home, crosses to a

back bedroom, stands in the doorway...

JIMMY

(continuing)

Oh, shit...

All over the carpet-BAD DOG

ON THE BEDROOM

Converted to a home office... ransacked... file cabinets

overturned, pictures hang crooked on the walls, papers carpet

the floor...

whatta mess

JIMMY

drops the stick to his side, convinced he is now alone in the

house.

He crosses back into the kitchen... steals a cookie from a

cookie jar... opens the fridge... takes a swig from an open

milk carton... completely unaware that --

THE BEDROOM CLOSET DOOR

is opening slowly behind him, then suddenly --

CRASH!

An IRONING BOARD topples out from inside, slams against his

back, hard.

JIMMY

snaps the hockey stick into position... spins around...

swings wildly with the wooden baton. He makes contact with...

A POT RACK

suspended above the island... pots dangling from their hooks

come clanging down on top of him...

The dust settles... Jimmy realizes he's been beating the

stuffing out of an ironing board. He sheepishly exits the

kitchen...

stupid

EXT. HOUSE - MINUTES LATER

Pamela stands at the foot of the driveway, trying to see in

to the darkened house...

PAMELA

Come on, damn it...

Jimmy emerges from the house... looks like Wayne Gretsky

after slamming in his record goal. He smiles at Pamela

smugly...

JIMMY

Nothing to fear. The coast is

clear.

Nothing but fear itself.

PAMELA

You sure?

JIMMY

Totally. I checked all the rooms

and closets...

PAMELA

Nothing's missing?

Nothing but what I took

JIMMY

Don't think so. But they sure did

a real number on your office.

Crap everywhere.

Looks like someone slipped him a laxative

Oh they didn’t do that- that’s the way she keeps it

PAMELA

My office?

JIMMY

Yeah. Oh, and they messed up your

kitchen pretty good, too...

Goodnight.

Jimmy scurries off, avoiding any more questions.

Pamela heads back to the house.

INT. HOUSE

Pamela enters the house, LOCKS AND BOLTS the front door

behind her. She breathes a heavy sigh of relief, back

against the door... she flicks on a light switch... NOTHING.

PAMELA

Christ, Jimmy... didn't you try

the goddamn lights?!

Pamela moves down the hallway to the laundry room... she

opens the door to the FUSE BOX... toggles some fuses on and

off... tries the laundry room light... still NOTHING,

darkness.

PAMELA

(continuing)

Shit.

No no, why do you think everything is that?

She grabs a flashlight out of the nearby cupboard, and

proceeds down the hall to --

INT. OFFICE

The converted bedroom in complete disarray... Pamela

navigates through the wreckage, carving a path with the beam

of her flashlight. She approaches --

(pamela)ahh just the way I left it

A DESK

completely bare except for a single FILE FOLDER resting on

its top.

PAMELA

shines the beam on the lone file folder.

ON the folder... the index tab reads "KERI TATE." Pamela

opens the folder, it's EMPTY.

Shes an interesting read

PAMELA

gasps, the blood rushes from her face. She immediately

rushes for the phone.

CLANK!

A noise is heard. She's not alone in this house. She moves

through the hallway to discover the front door wide open.

Shit. She bolts.

EXT. HOUSE

Pamela runs out the door and back to Jimmy's house. She

opens the front door, disappears inside.

INT. HOUSE

Pamela shuts the door behind her... cranes her neck,

searching for any signs of Jimmy --

She HEARS the sounds of a television emanating from deep

within the house.

PAMELA

(calling off)

Jimmy! You still there?!

No he went to his orgy

CAMERA FOLLOWS Pamela as she makes her way from one darkened

room to the next... she crosses into the den to discover

JIMMY

seated in an easy-chair, watching an episode of "SEINFELD."

his back to Pamela... only his legs are visible from her

point-of-view.

Pamela approaches him --

PAMELA

Goddamnit, Jimmy! Someone's still

in my house!

You lazy ass

Pamela spins the easy-chair around to reveal --

A HOCKEY SKATE

embedded deep into Jimmy's face... the blade slicing through

flesh, from forehead to chin... eyes wide open in terror...

blood cascades down his jersey...

so that’s what happen to you after a 48 hour seinfeld marathon

PAMELA

screams... bolts through the house, reaches the front door to

find --

A CHINA CABINET

Gee that’s a funny place for that

pushed in front of it, blocks her way! She tries fiercely to

move the wooden hutch, but can't...

Pamela runs back through the house, frantic... in desperate

search of an exit.

She crosses into the kitchen, spots her escape... moves to

the rear door, opens it to reveal...

THE SHAPE

standing, poised, evil eyes burning through slits in his

trademark mask.

Uuuuuuuuh

PAMELA

shrieks... grabs a knife out of a nearby butcher block...

heads back to the living room.

Go after him

THE SHAPE

moves after her, the hunt is on...

INT. LIVING ROOM

FLASHING RED AND BLUE LIGHTS

Oh finally

illuminate the room...

cops are like hot naked chicks-never around when your being screwed

PAMELA

runs to a window...

ANGLE THROUGH WINDOW

A squad car arrives in front of Pamela's house. Two

UNIFORMED COPS emerge from the vehicle, head up her driveway.

PAMELA

Struggles to open the window... she can't manage to disengage

the lock... she pounds feverishly on the glass --

damn child lock

PAMELA

(yelling)

HELP! GODDAMNIT IT! OVER HERE!

GOD PLEASE!

THE SHAPE

appears behind her... grabs an IRON POKER from a group of

fireplace utensils.

Don’t be pokey

PAMELA

spins around, swings at the Shape with the knife...

hey cut that out

PAMELA

Stay the fuck away from me!

The Shape swings the iron poker... delivers a severe blow to

Pamela's arm... breaks it... the knife falls to the floor

below.

Tag your it

Pamela howls in pain... drops to her knees, nurses her arm...

The Shape raises the poker high into the air, comes down

hard... drives the tip of the poker through her skull...

CRACK!

EXT. PAMELA'S FRONT PORCH - SAME TIME

In the f.g. two cops climb the porch steps and move into the

house.

In the b.g. we can see the Shape through the neighboring

window as he repeatedly stabs Pamela with the poker.

CUT TO:

EXT. HILLCREST ACADEMY - ESTABLISHING - MORNING

CLOSE ON A PLAQUE

"HILLCREST ACADEMY. ESTABLISHED 1874"

THE CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL a co-ed boarding school...

set behind massive wrought-iron gates on acreage in a

secluded region of Wisconsin.

SUPER the legend: "Ferndale, Wisconsin. October 29th 1998."

No that’s not Ferndale that’s hollywood

The academy's gothic architecture and rich history can be

seen throughout the entire campus, consisting of a cluster of

buildings: the school, the dorms, a gymnasium with indoor

swimming pool, a bell tower, a guard house and --

A GROUP OF FACULTY HOUSES

litters the far end of the campus.

CLOSE ON a kitchen window. Inside KERI TATE, mid-thirties,

stands behind a sink washing dishes.

On closer inspection, we see that this face is none other

that LAURIE STRODE.

INT. KITCHEN - MORNING

Keri stands with her back to JOHN, 16, chiseled good looks.

He stands behind her in the doorway... They are in mid-

conversation --

KERI

Nothing's changed since yesterday,

or last week, or last month... the

answer's still "no."

theres never any change around when the machine wont take dollars

JOHN

You're so predictable.

Keri grabs the sprayer, squirts John from across the room.

JOHN

(continuing)

What the --

KERI

Betcha' didn't predict that.

actually

Keri throws John a dishtowel... he dabs at his shirt.

JOHN

I'm sixteen, Keri. I should be

able to live wherever I want.

Yeah if he wants to work at that hooters…

KERI

And I should have a son who calls

me "Mom". Looks like we're both

shit out of luck.

JOHN

Okay, you win. I'll call you Mom.

Now can I move into the dorms?

KERI

No.

Keri hands John a stack of clean dishes. John doesn't

budge...

JOHN

Well, Dad thinks it's okay.

Dad thinks its okay to run off to Cancun with a blonde bimbo in a halter top. Somehow his opinion doesn't count.

KERI

You're father thinks it's okay to

run off to Cancun with a blonde

bimbo in a halter top. Somehow

his opinion doesn't count.

Damn I’m good

JOHN

I promise not to run off to Cancun.

Vegas maybe

KERI

Forget it.

(john)Ok hold on…mmmmmmmm…what was I saying

JOHN

(pointing out the

kitchen window)

The dorms are only fifty feet

away. You could practically see

into my window. So, what

difference does it make?

KERI

My point exactly. See, we both

agree.

She might see you with you little friends

Keri takes the dishes back from John, puts them away in an

overhead cupboard.

JOHN

Alright, I was wrong. There is a

big difference between rooming

with your buddies and living with

your mother and school headmaster.

No sex with your friends

KERI

I took the padlock off your door.

What more do you want?

JOHN

My life is a living hell.

As opposed to a dead hell?

Keri raises an eyebrow...

KERI

It's not, trust me.

John gives up, heads out of the room...

KERI

(continuing)

Where are you going?

JOHN

To the bathroom. Can I do that

alone or do you want to watch?

KERI

I thought you'd never ask.

Ooh bathroom…cool

Keri puts her arms around John, escorts him out of the

kitchen...

JOHN

You're twisted.

KERI

I know.

CUT TO:

EXT. HILLCREST ACADEMY - DAY

Keri moves across campus toward the school, a leather

briefcase slung over one shoulder.

Passing STUDENTS ad-lib "Hellos," their admiration for Keri

made evident by their favorable rapport with her.

Keri passes in front of --

A ROW OF SCHOOL BUSES

parked alongside the school. An older bus on the far end

sits empty, hood up.

WALLY BECKETTE, a rather portly man in his early sixties, and

the school custodian, fiddles with the exposed engine.

KERI

Wally, you've been under that hood

for months. Why don't we just

call a mechanic?

Oh no hes been under that hood for months someone get him some food!

Wally stops what he is doing... comes out from beneath the

hood... wipes his hands on his pants.

WALLY

Miss Tate, I serviced B-1 Bombers

in W-W-2. This here is child's

play.

KERI

So you're saying I should call a

child to come give you a hand?

Wally chuckles softly, charmed by Keri like the rest of the

staff.

WALLY

I'm saying she'll be purring like

a kitten before you know it.

KERI

There's your problem, Walter. You

don't want it to purr, you want it

to start.

WALLY

And she will, Miss Tate. She will.

Keri continues toward the school. Wally watches with

admiration as she heads into the building...

WALLY

(continuing)

Mmmm-mmm. If they had teachers

like you when I was a boy, I'd be

a rocket scientist.

Or at least you’d have scored

Wally goes back to tinkering with the engine...

ON HATTIE SMITH, mid-sixties, dressed in a guard uniform...

approaches Keri, looking very official... holds a key in her

hand.

KERI

Good morning, Hattie.

HATTIE

Went into town. Had that

duplicate key made.

Hattie hands Keri the key.

KERI

Thank you.

Hattie extends an open hand.

HATTIE

Thank me with two bucks.

(new yorker)yea I’s got yo 2 bugks right hee’.

KERI

Oh... right.

Keri digs through her pocket, produces a handful of change...

gives it to Hattie.

HATTIE

(dripping sarcasm)

Just what I wanted... more change.

Hey she was just talking about how nothing changed

Hattie heads back toward the guard house, turns back to

Keri --

Now shes got all that

HATTIE

(continuing)

And next time you lose a gate key,

young lady, you'll be climbing

your way out of here.

Keri holds the key to her chest.

KERI

I'll be more careful next time.

Hattie dismisses Keri with a wave of her hand, continues

across campus to the guard house.

Keri smiles, places the key in her pocket and disappears

inside the school...

CUT TO:

EXT. JIMMY'S HOUSE - AFTERNOON

Pouring rain. In stark contrast to the sunny campus of

Hillcrest...

EMERGENCY VEHICLES litter the landscape, lights FLASHING.

OFFICERS wrap yellow crime scene tape around the perimeter,

keeping curious NEIGHBORS at bay...

RICHARD CARTER

a middle-aged police detective, eyes bloodshot from too

little sleep and one too many hours in front of a computer

screen, emerges from a dark Sedan... a lit cigarette dangles

loosely from his lips.

yup

Carter approaches a young OFFICER standing outside the front

door --

yup

CARTER

(flashes his badge)

Detective Richard Carter,

Haddonfield P.D. Detective Blake

called my office...

(carter) and he told me to f...

The Officer motions to the door --

OFFICER

Go on in. She's been waiting for

you.

(carter) Oh I though he was joking

Carter heads towards the door, the Officer grabs his arm...

OFFICER

(continuing)

You might need this...

(q)Here bond it might look like Vaseline but...

The Officer offers him a small jar of petroleum jelly.

Carter waves it away.

OFFICER

(continuing)

Some serious shit in there,

Detective.

Serious? As apposed to funny sh...

Carter reconsiders, smears the Vaseline under each nostril...

heads for the house.

(q) but if you smear it under the nostrils…

INT. JIMMY'S HOUSE

Carter crosses through the front door, watches as

A TEAM of latex-gloved FORENSIC SPECIALISTS

dust door and windows for fingerprints, swab at blood drops,

and collect carpet fibers for later analysis...

Carter crosses into the living room, winces at

PAMELA WHITTINGTON

sprawled across the floor in front of blood-soaked

curtains... the wrought-iron poker jammed up her nose, exits

through the top of her skull... a kitchen knife lies beside

her...

mmmm picking her nose with an iron poker.

Carter takes another hit off the cigarette, blows smoke into

the room...

VOICE (O.S.)

Double homicide.

Hmmmmmmm…

Carter turns to see

TONI BLAKE

standing behind him... mid-twenties, attractive yet

approachable...

hey ba-by whuts yer sigh

BLAKE

Her name's Pamela Whittington,

next door neighbor to victim

number two... James Howell.

Carter motions in the direction of the den where

A CRIME SCENE PHOTOGRAPHER

takes snapshots of the teenage corpse.

CARTER

Let me guess... he's the guy with

the hockey skate for a nose ring.

(old timer) Teens these days with there fads...

BLAKE

crosses to Carter, extends a dixie cup in his direction --

CARTER

No thanks, I'm not thirsty.

Although if its beer…

BLAKE

It's for your cigarette. I prefer

not to contaminate my crime scene

with micropollutants.

(carter) I do

Carter takes a final puff off the cigarette, drops it into

the cup...

(carter)here drink this

CARTER

Why am I here?

(carter)WHATS MY PURPOSE IN LIFE?????

BLAKE

They said on the phone you were

assigned to the Meyers case.

CARTER

With all due respect, detective,

you can't go blaming every brutal

murder in Illinois on Michael

Meyers.

But it sure does help

BLAKE

Pamela Whittington was a long time

associate of Dr. Loomis.

Fargo?

Her home

office was ransacked. It was

chock full of Loomis' files on

Meyers. It'd say that makes

Meyers a suspect, wouldn't you?

CARTER

Well, when you put it that way.

It sound almost…well…no

BLAKE

Right. So why don't we get on

with this investigation?

CARTER

I like a woman who takes control.

Blake ignores the comment, crosses to the front door...

Carter follows.

During the following dialogue, Blake walks Carter through the

crime scene reenacting the prior evening's brutal events...

BLAKE

Pamela entered the house and

walked into the den where she

discovers James Howell's body...

and peed on it

Carter and Blake stand in front of the mutilated face of the

teenage boy...

BLAKE

(continuing)

Shaken, she returns to the front

door to find the hutch blocking

her exit...

it was not properly labeled

ON gouges across the wood planks, forming tracks from the

dining room to the front door...

BLAKE

(continuing)

She runs to the kitchen, where she

is ambushed at the back door by

the killer.

Carter and Blake stand in front of the door, which is still

open. Carter kneels down, looks at the kitchen floor...

CARTER

One set of muddy shoe prints.

Damn it didn’t I tell them to WIPE THEIR FEET

BLAKE

That don't match either of the

victim's.

gee what’s the chances of that

Carter stands up, moves to a butcher block on the counter...

he's starting to enjoy this dance --

CARTER

She grabs a knife from the butcher

block.

And take it and she go to the bread box…

ON the butcher block, an empty slot where the knife once

resided...

BLAKE

Heads to the living room...

They cross back into the living room...

Carter moves to the

WINDOW

covered in fingerprint powder, exposing a plethora of prints.

CARTER

Where, judging by the looks of the

finger and palm prints, she

struggles to open the window

before banging on it like hell.

Damn safety glass

BLAKE

Unable to escape, she turns and

attacks the killer, but doesn't

connect.

Damn busy signals

CARTER

No blood on the knife.

ON the knife, clean as a whistle...

CARTER

(continuing)

The killer knocks the knife out of

her hand with the wrought-iron

poker.

BLAKE

Broken blood vessels on her right

forearm.

ON Pamela's arm, a bruise forming under the skin...

CARTER

As which point she drops to her

knees in pain...

BLAKE

Explaining the low height of the

blood splatter on the curtains...

brilliant deduction

ON the curtains, blood stained four feet and below...

CARTER

Impressive, Blake. Where'd you

learn how to do that?

BLAKE

Girl scouts.

(carter) I went to girl scouts but they didn’t teach me that

Carter chuckles... she has a sense of humor, too...

CUT TO:

INT. SCHOOL - HALLWAY - AFTERNOON

A BELL RINGS.

The hallway is flooded with STUDENTS, books in tow...

ON MOLLY CARTWRIGHT

a young seventeen, friendly eyes and a face to match.

Walking beside her is...

LINDA KANG, same age, unconcerned, full of spunk... multiple

body piercings, doesn't quite fit in here or anywhere...

LINDA

You aced it, didn't you?

She spaded it

MOLLY

I did alright.

Linda grabs Molly's test, peeking out from her biology book...

LINDA

Fuckin' A.

No just a regular A

MOLLY

He gave me a fuckin' A? Wow.

He did what to you?

Linda punches Molly playfully in the arm. They stop at

neighboring lockers, retrieve books from inside...

AMY KRAMER approaches, book pressed against an ample chest,

smacking on a wad of gum...

Eye-catching good looks, a real stunner... a bit short on the

gray matter though --

AMY

These lockers are totally girl

unfriendly.

They’re gay

MOLLY

Break another nail?

No a hammer

AMY

Pointer finger. And the dance is

in two days...

LINDA

Life's a bitch.

No you’re a…

The girls head down the hall...

AMY

Eddie's working late at Freeman's

tonight... all alone.

Exept for his butt buddy "dirk"

MOLLY

I thought Eddie left for N.Y.U.?

Nya?

AMY

Guess he couldn't tear himself

away from me.

You and your velcro

LINDA

Guess he couldn't pass admissions.

AMY

Shut up, pinhead.

John approaches them from behind, drapes his arms around

Molly...

JOHN

There you are.

(to Amy)

You tell 'em about tonight?

Yeah we still gonna have that orgy?

AMY

I just got here.

John removes a key from his jacket pocket, drops it in

Molly's hand...

MOLLY

What's this?

It’s a key stupid!

LINDA

You say, "The key to my heart,"

and I'm gonna hurl.

JOHN

Shelve the barf bag. It's the key

to the main gate.

MOLLY

Where'd you get it?

JOHN

Swiped it from my mom's desk

yesterday.

MOLLY

You stole it?

That’s what they call it

JOHN

I borrowed it.

AMY

Party at Freeman's tonight.

Paaaaaaaaar-taaaaaaaaaaaay

LINDA

I am in need of some serious

partying.

MOLLY

Not me.

JOHN

Why not?

MOLLY

I can't afford to get caught.

LINDA

Molly, you're the resident

assistant. What are you gonna do,

narc on yourself?

Well that whole spit personality thing…

THE BELL RINGS.

Students clear the hall, move inside their classrooms.

John kisses Molly on the lips...

JOHN

Just meet me in front of the gate

after lights out.

He takes off down the hall --

MOLLY

(calling after him)

Wait... John...

You forgot…your…

He's gone. A teacher guides the girls inside a classroom and

shuts the door...

CUT TO:

INT. GYMNASIUM - AFTERNOON

A bevy of STUDENTS scurry about the gym making final

preparations for the impending Halloween Festivals: hanging

decorations on walls, carving pumpkins, spinning cob webs

along refreshment tables...

ON WILL BRENNEN, a well-favored Chemistry teacher in his mid-

forties, thinning hair, more salt than pepper... supervises

the action... a coffee mug in hand... his attention focused

on...

KERI

sitting atop the bleachers. Will climbs the benches, sits

beside her...

WILL

What a sight for sore eyes...

My eyes oh

He kisses her softly on the lips.

WILL

(continuing)

... and ears...

He kisses her again.

WILL

(continuing)

...and lips...

He engages her in a lingering kiss.

A GROUP OF STUDENTS

point and giggle at the smooching faculty members.

Keri notices, pulls away...

KERI

Will...

You marry me?

She motions toward the students below.

WILL

What? They've all taken sex ed.

twice

He leans in for another kiss, she playfully keeps him at arms

length...

KERI

And this isn't the place for a

live demonstration.

Cool… live…

Will relents, settles for holding Keri's hand...

WILL

Aren't they doing a terrific job

this year?

KERI

(distracted)

Looks great. It does.

Just as good as seeing my Grandmother naked

WILL

You okay? You seem a little off.

KERI

Nothing a good stiff drink can't

fix.

Of just a good stiff

Will doesn't find the humor, eyes her uneasily.

KERI

(continuing)

That one always goes over big at

the AA meetings.

Huh huh huh those funny AAer

An awkward beat, then...

WILL

It's John, isn't it?

Yea that’s what they call the bathroom

KERI

It's always John.

WILL

Still wants to move out?

KERI

He's been living out of moving

boxes for three months.

WILL

This kid just wants his freedom.

And wants to eat it too

KERI

It's not going to happen.

WILL

The tighter you squeeze, the

harder he'll try to break free.

His mother shouldn’t be squeezing him, he has a girlfriend

KERI

Oh, please... you get that out of

a fortune cookie?

8-ball

WILL

Doesn't make it bad advice.

Keri manages a smile...

WILL

(continuing)

God I love that smile.

Yeah his smile nice, but what about her?

Keri stands. Will follows suit.

KERI

I'm going into town... run a few

errands before dark. Need

anything?

WILL

A box of fortune cookies... I'm

running out of advice.

booze

KERI

Bye Will.

Keri heads down the bleachers. Will watches her leave,

completely enamored...

CUT TO:

INT. NIELSEN'S MARKET - LATE AFTERNOON

A family-owned grocery mart in the heart of Ferndale. A half-

dozen CUSTOMERS mingle through the aisles.

ON Keri, standing in front of a CASHIER as he rings up a

dozen items...

Keri glances at the wall of tabloids in front of her, one of

them catches her eye --

CLOSE ON: THE GLOBE

A headline reads: "SERIAL KILLER MICHAEL MEYERS REALLY ALIEN

FROM OUTER SPACE." Beneath the headline is a mock photo

And the Actor Mike Myers Is Too

of

the Shape, holding the infamous mask in his hand, revealing

an alien head underneath....

Keri can't help but smirk at the absurdity of it all. The

cashier hands Keri her change...

CASHIER

Happy Halloween.

(scary) Ooooooh aaaaaaaaaaaaaah…buuum buuuuum daaaaaaabuuuuuuum

Keri manages a polite smile, and exits...

CUT TO:

EXT. NIELSEN'S MARKET - MINUTES LATER

Keri moves down the tree-lined street, groceries tucked

securely under her arm.

She pauses at a storefront window. "KESSLER JEWELERS. EST.

1963" emblazoned across the glass.

ANGLE ON WINDOW

An assortment of wedding rings glimmer behind the glass.

KERI

holds her left hand up to the window, moving it slowly from

ring to ring... then she sees --

THE SHAPE

in the reflection... standing across the street, staring

right through her... taunting her. This is no alien...

KERI'S

heart stops... she stands frozen, totally immobile.

A TRUCK

passes between them.

KERI

takes this opportunity to spin around. The truck passes --

THE SHAPE HAS VANISHED.

KERI

I hate this fucking holiday...

Why? You don’t like to have sex?

Keri climbs into the driver's seat of her Ford Explorer,

tosses the bag of groceries on the passenger seat...

She starts the engine...

"MR. SANDMAN" blares over the radio... scares the shit out of

her. Keri quickly changes stations... heads back to the

school.

AAAAAAAh! Damn I hate that song

CUT TO:

INT. CARTER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Sparsely decorated. Scattered Chinese food containers litter

the counters.

On a glass dining room table, a table dozen cardboard boxes,

"DR. LOOMIS" in black sharpie scrawled across their sides.

The food gos to Dr. Loomis?

The CAMERA PANS across the table where...

CARTER

sits, eyes glazed over... shuffling through a stack of

photographs.

ON THE PHOTOGRAPHS

Of a young Michael Meyers playing with a fire truck in the

den... running through sprinklers in the backyard... riding

horses at the county fair... no signs of the evil lurking

inside.

CARTER sets the photographs aside, digs through a file box...

pulls out a film canister marked "MEYERS' HOME MOVIES."

ON A PROJECTOR

CARTER threads the Super 8 film through it, turns it on...

images of a young Michael Meyers are projected on a bare wall

in the darkened room.

CARTER settles into the recliner, fights to stay awake...

No no, why did I agree to watch bills home movie

THE SHAPE APPEARS IN FRONT OF THE WALL.

The home movies projected on his pale mask. He moves slowly

toward the sleeping CARTER, a knife in his grip.

This is the last time you fall asleap during my home movies!

The SHAPE raises the knife to CARTER's throat, slices it from

ear to ear. CARTER grabs his throat, blood gushes through

his fingers. Then...

THE TELEPHONE RINGS.

CARTER WAKES UP.

Damn telemarketers

Gasps for air... he feels for his throat... no blood, all is

well.

The Super 8 films slaps against the projector, the reel now

over...

CARTER catches his breath... surveys the room... he is alone.

He picks up the phone --

CARTER

(into phone)

Carter.

duh

BLAKE

It's Blake. Meet me at Grand View.

No hello?

CARTER

Where?

BLAKE

The cemetery...

Its got a nice view

CARTER

Yeah, alright... I'll be there in

ten.

Carter hangs up the phone, massages his throat...

CUT TO:

INT. FREEMAN'S DRUGSTORE - NIGHT

CLOSE ON THE PALE WHITE HALLOWEEN MASK

CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL a mannequin sporting the mask and

dark overalls made notorious by Michael Meyers... its arm

posed high in the air, wielding a meat cleaver.

Gathered around the mannequin is the gang:

Linda is in the arms of her boyfriend, SHANE McCLOUD... a

tall and spindly teen, book smart and street dumb...

John riffles through a rack of Halloween costumes. Molly

leans against a nearby counter... she checks her watch,

visibly uncomfortable being here at all.

EDDIE CATERO, two years out of high school and still wearing

his letterman jacket, 'Nuff said.

He stands proudly by his display, nursing a beer... his arm

draped around Amy, who's painting her nails with a nail

polish plucked from a nearby display...

EDDIE

(re: the display)

Pretty wicked, huh?

LINDA

I think it's twisted.

EDDIE

This coming from the girl with a

stake through her tongue.

They missed her heart

LINDA

You're glorifying the big creep.

SHANE

Besides, it's historically

inaccurate.

EDDIE

What the fuck are you talking

about?

No, no, I’m talking about him

Whut you talkin’ ‘bout willis?

SHANE

Michael Meyers never used a meat

cleaver. It was a butcher knife.

EDDIE

Who are you, the serial killer

police? What difference does it

make?

SHANE

It's not historically accurate,

that's all.

AMY

He could be holding a swizzle

stick, it still gives me the

willies.

It wouldent be scary though

JOHN

Don't worry... I hear he only

kills virgins.

Well I guess you all better fix that

SHANE

Another historical inaccuracy.

EDDIE

Would somebody shut this guy up?

Kill him with at swizzle stick

MOLLY

Come on, we better get back before

Mrs. Sullivan makes her rounds.

Linda looks at her watch.

LINDA

Oh, shit. Molly's right. It's

eleven-thirty.

The gang heads for the front door...

AMY

You guys go on. Eddie's gonna

take me back after he closes up.

Bells hanging from the door JINGLE as they exit... John

turns to them as he leaves --

JOHN

Condoms are on aisle four...

PRISE CHECK ON EXTRA SMALL CONDOMS!

EDDIE

Out.

Eddie pushes John out the door, shuts it behind him...

EXT. FREEMAN'S DRUGSTORE

The group moves down the deserted street, headed for

Hillcrest. John's arm around Molly. Shane's around Linda...

CUT TO:

INT. FREEMAN'S DRUGSTORE

ON A "CLOSED" SIGN

Being hung on the front door.

CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL Amy, holds up her newly polished

nails to Eddie...

AMY

How do you like the color? It's

called "Bloodshed Red."

Its because I sorta scratched the guy doin’ it

EDDIE

Yeah, yeah... looks good...

Eddie grabs Amy by the waist, pulls her in... kisses her

passionately.

EDDIE

(continuing)

Let's go in back and check out the

"inventory."

(amy) uh…is that a codeword?

AMY

Mmmmm, sounds good.

Eddie and Amy head to the --

INT. BACK ROOM

Eddie and Amy get hot and heavy amongst a room full of

cardboard boxes, Halloween costumes, and mask...

As Eddie prepares to do the one-hand bra release...

Damn…how does this work?

JINGLE-JINGLE.

The bells hung on the front door chime.

EDDIE

Shit. Can't people read? Don't

move. I'll be right back.

Eddie exits, leaving behind a half-naked Amy.

INT. FREEMAN'S DRUGSTORE

Eddie moves toward the front of the store, heads down the

center aisle. He hears the SHUFFLING OF FEET in the aisle

next to him...

EDDIE

(calling off)

Hey, we're closed!

But amy is just now opening

Eddie rounds the corner, runs smack into --

THE SHAPE.

EDDIE

(continuing)

Shit!

It's only the mannequin, which isn't where Eddie left it...

arm poised high in the air, knife missing.

Eddie turns around to see --

THE SHAPE

standing right behind him, wielding the meat cleaver.

Eddie's seeing double...

EDDIE

What the hell...

The Shape attacks, slices through his skull with the meat

cleaver...

INT. BACK ROOM - SAME TIME

As Amy sifts through a box of scary masks, she hears...

A SCUFFLE

outside the door... she throws on her blouse, peeks outside.

AMY

Eddie?

A RUSTLING SOUND.

AMY

(continuing)

Damnit, Eddie! Stop fooling

around.

(amy)Unless its with me

Still nothing... Amy cautiously moves into the store, looking

for her missing partner... she passes

THE MICHAEL MEYERS MANNEQUIN

AMY

If you think you're gettin' any

after this, you're dead wrong.

She stumbles, looks down to reveal...

EDDIE

sprawled on the floor, the meat cleaver buried in the middle

of his forehead... eyes wide open in terror!

Amy SCREAMS... can barely stand... she stumbles to the front

of the door... it's locked!

Well I guess your dead wrong then…

The Michael Meyers mannequin behind her comes to life, begins

to move toward her...

Amy beats frantically on the glass door, struggling to free

the lock... she turns to see...

THE SHAPE

closing in behind her... she SCREAMS.

The SHAPE attacks, grabs Amy by the back of the neck...

pushes her face through the glass door, cuts it to bits...

He lifts Amy high into the air, she struggles to free

herself... the Shape impales her body on a large shard of

glass.

ON Amy's feet... dangling a foot off the ground... then...

Her body goes completely limp... lifeless.

ON Amy's hand... blood cascades down her fingers, matches the

shade of her nail polish...

The SHAPE looks at her breathless body quizzically...

It looks better than the old display

CUT TO:

EXT. GRAND VIEW CEMETERY - NIGHT

A well manicured graveyard... lush green lawns, thriving oak

trees, and patches of blooming flowers...

FRED WILLIAMS, an elderly caretaker, leads Carter and Blake

through the darkened cemetery... a flashlight illuminating

their path.

CARTER

You take all your dates here.

Blake?

BLAKE

Only the real stiffs.

CARTER

I can be real stiff.

(carter)I have a stiff

BLAKE

Charming.

FRED

Hey! Watch my geraniums.

Carter looks down at his feet, finds himself standing in the

middle of a group of flowers... he quickly hops back onto the

grass...

(Fred)hey get off my dead bodys

FRED

(continuing)

Beautiful, aren't they? Rotting

corpses make the best fertilizer,

ya' know. Especially those Irish

folk. They push up the daises

like a son-of-a-bitch...

CARTER

I'll remember that.

When I want my garden to grow…I use "dead Irish" brand fertilizer

FRED

Hell, I can tell you where every

Mick is buried by the ground cover

growing above 'em.

Fred shines his flashlight on a distant grave.

FRED

(continuing)

Irish...

(shining the beam on

another grave)

...Irish...

Guaranteed to improve your gardens ground cover by 58%

They stop in front of a gravesite... TOMBSTONE missing...

patchy grass covers the grave.

This area was not treated with dead irish.

Listen to the user Testamonials:

FRED

(continuing)

Never could get anything to grow

cover this one...

there you go! Proof that dead irish are really better

BLAKE

And you're sure this is Laurie

Strode's grave?

FRED

Sure as I'm standing here.

Fred shines the beam of the flashlight on an adjacent

headstone...

FRED

(continuing)

Buried her daughter right next to

her not too long ago. You don't

suppose that Meyers fella took the

tombstone?

What would he do with it?

CARTER

Probably just a couple of kids

playing a Halloween prank.

Hit people in the head with it

BLAKE

Tee-peeing a house, yes. A bag of

burning shit on a porch, maybe.

Digging up tombstone? I don't

think so.

Carter shrugs his shoulders, take a drag off his cigarette.

CARTER

I'm going to bed.

Carter heads back to his car. Blake runs after him...

BLAKE

That's it?

CARTER

Care to join me?

Cool…this guy is cool

BLAKE

Come on, Carter. You know it's

Michael.

CARTER

What do you want me to do, put out

an A.P.B. on a man in overalls

wearing a white mask dragging a

headstone?

yes

BLAKE

Yes.

CARTER

Sweet dreams, Blake.

Carter climbs into his car, heads for home...

CUT TO:

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Keri tosses and turns in her bed, unable to exorcise the

demons from her mind... eyes wide open, watches the moonlight

cast the shadows of dancing leaves on the ceiling above her...

Then, the shadow of something altogether unnatural appears

above her...

THE SHADOW OF A MAN

Look DJ shadow!

hair tattered and tousled by the wind.

ON Keri lying frozen in fear, eyes unblinking.

THE SILHOUETTE

grows larger, nearly engulfs the entire ceiling... then

suddenly disappears from view... the dancing leaves return.

CLANK!

A noise from outside her window. FOOTSTEPS quickly make

their way around the house...

Keri jumps out of her skin, holds her breath...

A JIGGLING SOUND emanates from the living room, as if

someone's trying to get in through the front door...

knock, knock

Keri jumps out of her bed, slides a metal box out from under

the bed... pulls a SMITH AND WESSON from inside... heads

for --

Whos there?

INT. LIVING ROOM

Keri moves silently through the hallway into the living room,

gun at the ready... hands trembling... eyes locked on the

front door as --

Madam

THE DOORKNOB

Madam who?

slowly twists and turns... the SHADOW of a man behind the

curtain of the window flanking the side of the door.

KERI

raises the gun... uses both hands to steady her aim... her

breathing becoming more shallow with each passing second...

THE DOOR

swings open revealing...

JOHN

house key in hand... busted.

KERI

lowers the gun, fights back in tears...

dammit I wanted to shoot someone

John closes the door... if he's surprised that his mother's

pointing a gun in his face, he doesn't show it...

KERI

Shit, John! What the hell were

you doing out there?!

JOHN

Nothing.

Staying away during your "gun happy time"

KERI

You're kidding with that answer,

right?

JOHN

I just went for a walk. It's no

big deal.

Exept to the guy I walked on.

KERI

Wrong. There are rules in this

house and you're going to follow

them whether you like it or not.

JOHN

Or what? You're gonna shoot me?

KERI

It's an option.

JOHN

Well, maybe if you'd let me live

in the dorms, I wouldn't have to

sneak out to spend time with my

friends.

I could sneak out and spent time you

KERI

Oh, so now it's my fault?

JOHN

Just forget it...

Hold on…mmmmmmmmmmmmmm…now what was I saying?

John storms down the hall, disappears into his bedroom...

slams the door behind him.

CUT TO:

INT. BEDROOM - MINUTES LATER

Keri enters the room, passes by the window... glances out

into the night and sees --

THE SHAPE

standing between sheets that blow in the clothesline.

Laundrys nice and downy fresh

KERI

closes her eyes, takes a deep breath... opens them... now

both the Shape and the sheets blowing in the clothesline have

VANISHED.

CUT TO:

INT. CLASSROOM - MORNING

Keri substituting for the absentee English Lit teacher. Mr.

Elliot.

A STUDENT has just finished her oral report and heads back to

her seat.

Keri stands, crosses to the chalkboard --

KERI

I'm sure Mr. Elliot will go over

this when he returns on Monday,

but Julie hit on a very important

aspect of Virgil's "The Aeniad."

Of Course Julie hits on all the guys

She scrawls the word "FATE" across its surface...

KERI

(continuing)

F-A-T-E.

In case you don’t know how to spell it

Fate. The Romans

believed in the three goddesses of

Fate, called "the Fate." Nona,

Decuma, and Morta. These

goddesses determined your fate.

They were to blame when things

went wrong, and were to be praised

when --

Keri passes in front of the classroom, glances out the window

and sees --

THE SHAPE

standing behind the gates of the academy, waiting patiently

for his chance... eyes burning a hold right through her.

You see funny things?

THE STUDENTS

wait for Keri to complete her thought... mumble softly

amongst themselves...

KERI

closes her eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath... looks

outside again... the Shape is STILL THERE!

THE BELL RINGS.

The students make a mad dash for the hall.

KERI

moves swiftly through the throng of students, pushing

bewildered pupils aside as she makes her way to the school

entrance...

outta the way, scram, beat it son.

CUT TO:

EXT. HILLCREST ACADEMY - DAY

Keri emerges from the building, moves across the campus

toward the iron gates... runs smack into --

WILL

throws his arms around her waist...

WILL

Whoa... what's the hurry? I'm not

going anywhere...

and did you say "beat it" cuz I was thinkin’

Keri doesn't respond, is too busy looking over Will's

shoulder --

KERI'S POV of the gate... the SHAPE has once again

disappeared.

Keri eyes the perimeter of the campus, searching for her long

lost brother.

WILL

(continuing)

Hey, you alright?

KERI

(distracted)

What?

Damn son…are you on drugs

WILL

What are you looking at?

KERI

I'm fine. I just need to lie

down...

(will) I’ll join you

Keri breaks free from Will's grip, heads toward the faculty

housing, determined. Will watches her leave, face laced with

concern...

damn…I didnt score…and she was goin to lie down.

CUT TO:

INT. HOUSE - KITCHEN - MINUTES LATER

Keri climbs atop a foot stool, retrieves a BOTTLE of Vodka

concealed behind bags of flour on the top shelf of the

pantry...

She spins off the top... brings the lip of the bottle to her

mouth, hands trembling...

She stops short of taking the drink, bring the bottle down

from her lips...

Grannys ole fashioned Cough syrup…good for what ails ya…

Keri climbs off the foot stool, crosses to the kitchen sink

and pours the Vodka down the drain...

Trying to make the sink drunk? I don’t get it.

CUT TO:

INT. LANGLEY POLICE DEPARTMENT - BLAKE'S OFFICE - DAY

Blake sits behind her desk leafing through the double

homicide case file, looking for some stone that's been left

unturned...

She removes a FILE FOLDER from an evidence bag, "KERI TATE"

in type across the index tape...

Blake opens it... still empty.

No, nothing magically apeared.

ON THE FILE FOLDER.

The light from her desk lamp falls across the open folder,

reveals a series of indentations in the left hand corner of

the manilla paper...

BLAKE

struggles to make out the ghost writing... grabs a pencil,

moves the side of the lead swiftly across the folder...

"6089244325"

hmmmmmmmmmmmm

The numbers pop out against the shaded background...

BLAKE

jots the numbers down on a nearby pad.

ON THE PAD

Blake tries formatting the numbers into a Social Security

number: "608-92-44325" too many numbers. She scratches it

out...

She tries again... puts parenthesis around the first three

numbers and a dash after the sixth number: "(608) 924-

4325" -- BINGO. A telephone number...

for-a-good-time…hmmmm

BLAKE

picks up the telephone, dials the number...

SECRETARY (O.S.)

Hillcrest Academy, may I help you?

Yes…is this a good time?

CUT TO:

CLOSE ON: NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS

from the "Haddonfield Leader" pinned to a large BULLETIN

BOARD, tales of the Michael Meyers' slayings splattered

across the headlines.

A TELEPHONE RINGS in the b.g.

CAMERA PANS ACROSS the board, finds...

CRIME SCENE PHOTOS

of Meyers' slain victims... bloody, graphic images assault

the eye.

Someone has a morbid since of literature

CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal we are in --

INT. CARTER'S OFFICE - HADDONFIELD POLICE DEPARTMENT - DAY

Carter sits beneath a desk... searches for the phone, finds

it buried beneath a sea of reports --

CARTER

(into phone)

Carter.

BLAKE

It's Blake. How do you feel about

Wisconsin?

I thinks it’s a shame that its gone

ON Carter's puzzled expression...

CUT TO:

EXT. FREEMAN'S DRUGSTORE - AFTERNOON

A YELLOW SCHOOL BUS

parked across the street, filled to capacity with students.

Taking the kids to the jail

ON John watching from outside the school bus as

AN OFFICER

strings yellow crime scene tape across the front of the

drugstore.

MOLLY

stands next to John, arm around his waist... watching

curiously...

LINDA

leans against the side of the bus next to Shane...

LINDA

Look, they're staring right at us.

Just cause its our fault

SHANE

(to John)

You think your mom knows we snuck

out last night?

JOHN

Nah, I didn't tell her where I

went.

MOLLY

Is that all you guys can think

about? Amy never came back last

night. Maybe she's in trouble.

Yeah right…not like she’s dead or anything

LINDA

Better her than me.

MOLLY

You're unbelievable.

SHANE

Linda's right. I have Yale to

think about. Amy's going to the

Barbizon School of Beauty -- if

they let her retake her boards...

bored

ON BRUCE CLARK, a young deputy ducks under the yellow tape,

approaches...

KERI

stands in front of a squad car, craning her neck to get a

look at the proceedings...

KERI

Bruce... what's going on? The

kids are here to pick out their

costumes for the festival.

DEPUTY CLARK

Better take 'em to Virgil's

downtown. We got a dead body in

there.

Keri's heart skips a beat, she tries to digest the news...

KERI

A dead body?

DEPUTY CLARK

It's Amy Kramer.

KERI

My god...

No, just a kid.

DEPUTY CLARK

Pretty messy. Parents have

already been notified. Our office

has been trying to get a hold of

you...

preferably around the neck

Keri fears the worse, tries to hold herself together...

KERI

Do you know who did this?

DEPUTY CLARK

Well, Eddie Catero didn't show up

for work this morning... parents

say he never came home last night.

Car's still missing.

But getting to the suspects, billy was home all night with his granny

KERI

(wishful)

Think Eddie had something to do

with it?

Nah

DEPUTY CLARK

Doesn't look good.

Deputy Clark turns in the direction of the bus...

So you think billys a suspect

DEPUTY CLARK

(continuing)

You best keep those students

locked behind those gates of

yours... got ourselves a

cold-blooded killer on the

loose.

Meaning hes probably a reptile or a fish or an amphibian

CUT TO:

EXT. HILLCREST ACADEMY - ESTABLISHING

dorm windows.

EXT. GATES - SAME TIME

A compact CAR pulls up behind the gates, high beams

illuminating the...

(Batman) Alfred…Open the Bat-Gate

GUARD HOUSE

There is an entrance on either side of the guard house...

inside sits Hattie.

She cups her hands over her eyes, protecting them from the

glare of the auto's headlights. She checks --

A MONITOR

embedded in the console in front of her... black and white

image of the car idling outside the gates illuminates the

screen.

As if she cant see it just by looking out at it

ON Hattie, unable to make out the identity of the driver.

She steps out of the guard house...

EXT. GATES

Through the gate, she sees a figure slumped behind the

wheel...

I like the way the steering wheel smells in my new Caddilac

HATTIE

(calling off)

Who's there?

No response.

HATTIE

(continuing)

Please identify yourself, young

man.

I’m Jimmy in my New Caddilac DeVil^tm

Still nothing. Hattie doesn't know what to do.

She opens the gate with her gate key and walks through... she

approaches the car. The trees rustle nearby. She takes a

look, spooking herself. It is, after all, Halloween.

She crosses to the driver's side window... looks inside to

find the body of --

EDDIE CATERO

the costume shop victim, slouched behind the wheel... face a

bloodied mess.

(announcer)Caddilac DeVil A car to Die for

HATTIE

My Lord...

Hattie stumbles backward... she's doesn't see THE SHAPE pass

through the open gates behind her.

She crosses back to the --

INT. GUARD HOUSE

Hattie quickly presses a BUTTON on the console in front of

her, automatically closing the wrought iron gates outside...

Activate Bat-signal

THE SHAPE

stands at the entrance to the left of guard house. Hattie's

back to him.

(Shape) no this is a job for superman

She picks up the phone... no dial tone. She jiggles the

receiver... comes up short.

Damn...Shoulda used AT&T

CLINK. A noise from outside.

Hattie spins around, faces the left entrance... no one in

sight.

HATTIE

(softly)

Hello?

No answer. Hattie crosses to the left entrance, shuts the

door... throws the bolt.

THE SHAPE

appears behind Hattie... now standing at the entrance to the

right of the guard house.

CLINK. Another noise, source unknown...

Hattie spins around, faces the right entrance... the Shape

has vanished.

Hattie crosses to the right entrance, shuts the door... locks

it. Now secured safely inside the guard house, Hattie

crosses to a CB Radio...

She turns it on... dials the emergency channel... is

distracted by --

THE CAR

outside the gates... its headlights suddenly extinguish.

(announcer) the Caddilac DeVil is a new smart car

ON Hattie, squints through through window in the car's

direction...

THE SHAPE

emerges from the shadows behind her... wraps the CB cord

around her neck... Hattie struggles to free herself... her

face pressed up against the glass...

Our Frieldly Sales folks at your nearest Cadillac dealer will make you a fair offer.

The Shape brandishes a knife... stabs her repeatedly in the

back... ends the struggle.

CUT TO:

INT. BELL TOWER - CONTINUOUS

Wally, the custodian, climbs the four flights of stairs to

the massive bell partially enclosed at its top... he tugs on

the rope dangling from the bell...

OOOOOOOOOOWWWWW

THE BELL RINGS.

Its sound resonating across the campus.

ON THE DORMS.

The windows, once lit, are now extinguished, leaving the

dorms shrouded in total darkness... lights out.

INT. DORM - MOLLY'S ROOM

The sound of the ringing bell echoes softly through the

room...

Molly lies in her bed, unable to sleep, eyes to the

ceiling... her pajama clad body partially covered by a sheet.

(molly)Gee I wonder what the Ceiling is made of

ON "LURCH," THE SCHOOL DOG

lying beside Molly's bed, also asleep.

Molly hears the RUSTLING of bushes outside her window... she

turns in its direction to see --

THE BUSHES

glass...

Mating season

MOLLY

Oh, oh yes, yes, ah,ah,

sits up in bed, her eyes glued to the window... she slowly

gets out of bed, moves toward it... leans against the

windowpane.

ANGLE THROUGH THE WINDOW

of the campus, bathed in moonlight... wind howls through the

trees... leaves scurry across the grounds.

BANG! BANG!

A hand raps on her window. Molly jumps out of her skin.

ON JOHN

standing outside her window, motions her to open it. She

does, sticks her head out...

MOLLY

(whispering)

What are you doing here?!

Mating in the bush

JOHN

(whispering)

I came to see you.

Naked preferably

MOLLY

I can see that.

(a beat)

Why?

JOHN

Can I come in?

MOLLY

Are you crazy? You'll get caught.

JOHN

Then you come out here.

MOLLY

Then I'll get caught.

JOHN

(louder)

Well, I'm not going until I talk

to you.

Well you might freeze

MOLLY

Alright. I'll come out. Just be

quiet.

Uh man, you annoyed her so much she’s coming out

He drove he to be a lesbian

CUT TO:

EXT. HILLCREST ACADEMY - FIVE MINUTES LATER

Molly and John meander through the wooded acreage along the

perimeter of the campus, hand-in-hand... the school buildings

completely obfuscated by the surrounding foliage.

MOLLY

You really think Eddie killed her?

JOHN

You saw that Michael Meyers

display. You've got to be pretty

twisted to come up with something

like that.

Or you want business

MOLLY

I guess. It's just hard to

believe.

THE SHAPE

appears behind them in the distance, standing beside a

tree... watching... waiting. It seems as though with each

cut the SHAPE moves closer...

JOHN

You look kind of cold.

MOLLY

I'm okay.

Consitering I just got out of bed and I’m wearing my _________

JOHN

Here, take my jacket.

John takes off his letterman jacket, drapes it over her

shoulders...

The SHAPE disappears from view, into the thicket.

JOHN

(continuing)

Better?

MOLLY

Yeah.

John gazes into Molly's eyes, her moves in closer... they

engage in a passionate kiss... John's hands begin to find

there way up her blouse when --

Hello!

A PAIR OF HANDS

grabs them by the back of their necks, pulls them to their

feet! Shit! Molly SCREAMS... the CAMERA PULLS BACK TO

REVEAL...

KERI

(John)Uh...3-way Then?

with a firm grip on them both, a disapproving look painted

across her face.

KERI

All right... fun's over.

Not where his hands been

EXT. SCHOOL GROUNDS - MINUTES LATER

Keri moves across the campus, back to the school... Molly and

John in tow. They pass the group of faculty houses...

KERI

(to John)

Go take a cold shower... I'll deal

with you later.

John heads for his house, waves good-bye to Molly... she

waves back sheepishly.

Keri and Molly continue toward the dorms...

KERI

(continuing)

Molly, of all the people... if I

then what?

Resident ass

MOLLY

I know. I'm really, really sorry,

Miss Tate. Please let me keep the

job... it's the only way I can

afford to stay here.

And my house burned down…and my wife ran away…and my dog died

KERI

Okay, tell you what... you can

still be the school R.A., but no

dance tomorrow night.

MOLLY

(relieved)

Okay... thank you.

Molly gives Keri a hug...

KERI

Something tells me I won't get the

same reaction when I tell John...

The two are completely unaware of...

THE SHAPE

(shape) Rats…they’ll never like me

watching from the thicket, the moonlight reflected off his

pale white mask.

CUT TO:

EXT. HILLCREST ACADEMY - ESTABLISHING - MORNING

STUDENTS scurry from their dorms to the adjacent school

building, racing to make it to their a.m. classes on time...

SUPER the legend: "October 31st. Halloween."

Who cares

INT. GYMNASIUM - MORNING

A group of students take laps in the indoor swimming pool

beneath the retracted gymnasium floor.

The gym is decorated for the Halloween festival that night...

Their coach, MRS. ROCKWELL, supervises from poolside, whistle

dangling around her neck.

ON Molly, Linda, and SARAH LOCKE, the resident gossip with

beauty pageant good looks, as they complete their final lap.

They congregate in the shallow end, their goggles perched on

their heads...

MOLLY

I feel like everyone's staring at

me.

They are…your top fell off

SARAH

News travels fast. It's all over

school about you and John getting

busted in the woods by Miss Tate.

LINDA

Don't suppose you had anything to

do with that, motor mouth.

SARAH

Shut up, freak.

Mrs. Rockwell blows her WHISTLE... the girls in the pool wait

for her instruction.

MRS. ROCKWELL

Alright, I know you girls have the

big Halloween dance tonight, so

I'm letting you go ten minutes

early today.

Just 10 minutes?

LINDA

(under her breath)

How generous of her.

Molly, Linda, and Sarah start to climb out of the pool...

MRS. ROCKWELL

Sarah, since you took it upon

yourself to arrive ten minutes

late today, you can stay the extra

ten minutes.

SARAH

But Mrs. Rockwell...

My house burned down…and my wife left me…and my dog died

MRS. ROCKWELL

Use the time to practice your

drive. You looked real sloppy out

there today.

LINDA

Ooooh, busted.

MOLLY

Big time. And news travels fast.

Wouldn't be surprised if the whole

school knows about this one by

tonight.

Sarah flips them the finger...

SARAH

Smile at the birdie, ladies.

Molly and Linda head toward the locker room...

LINDA

Sarah Locke. What a major bitch.

You know she waxes her stomach?

She’ll be a General soon

Molly and Linda exit the gymnasium...

ON Sarah as she climbs out of the pool... walks to the diving

board on the other end of the deserted gym... places the

goggles over her eyes...

She dives into the water... swims underwater toward the

shallow end... she heads toward the surface...

SARAH POV

The SHAPE is standing poolside... his image warped by the

rolling water, bobbing and swaying with the current.

Sarah breaks through the surface of the water, catches her

breath... throws off her goggles, scans the gym...

ANGLE ON THE GYMNASIUM

Empty. Not a soul in sight.

Sarah shrugs it off, climbs back out of the pool... heads for

the diving board...

She dives into the water... as she emerges in the shallow end

the lights in the gym extinguish... leaving her in darkness.

SARAH

(calling out)

Hey! There's someone in here!

And no-one else in in here and the lights are off

No response. Sarah moves toward the stairs...

SARAH

(continuing)

Hell-o! I'm in here!

She grabs the railing, starts to pull herself out of the

pool, when suddenly...

THE SHAPE GRABS HER BY THE NECK.

Pushes her back into the pool... holds her head under the

water... her arms flail wildly as she struggles for breath...

The Shape flashes a knife... slices into flesh...

Sarah's body goes limp... the SHAPE releases her... her

lifeless body floats face down in the bloody water.

Its tough to be a swimmer

WIDE OF THE GYMNASIUM

The SHAPE has disappeared from view.

CLANG-CLANG-CLANG.

The gym floor begins to close over the pool, covering the

floating corpse inside of it.

Instant burial services at Shady Oaks

CUT TO:

EXT. HILLCREST ACADEMY - DAY

Keri moves across campus, notices --

THE MASSIVE WROUGHT IRON GATES

open to the single lane road exiting the school.

Keri eyes the GUARDHOUSE that sits at the entrance, indignant.

INT. GUARD HOUSE

Keri enters, the guard house is empty...

KERI

(calling off)

Hattie?

She's nowhere in sight...

KERI

(continuing)

Now where is she?

slacker

Keri pushes a BUTTON on the console in front of her.

THE GATES

slowly begin to close...

KERI

exits the guard house, closes the door behind her... heads

back to the school.

CLOSE ON: A COFFEE MUG

sits on the console, filled with a deep red liquid...

Coffees a little strong

PLOP!

A drop of blood falls from

Auto-drip coffee maker

THE CEILING

Blood soaks the drop-ceiling... Hattie's corpse hidden from

view.

What’s up?

CLANG!

The GATES SHUT tight...

CUT TO:

INT. HEADMASTER'S OFFICE - LATER THAT AFTERNOON

Keri walks into her office, shuts the door behind her...

turns to find

CARTER

seated in front of her desk... Blake stands beside him,

looking out the office window...

Keri jumps at the sight of the uninvited guests --

KERI

(startled)

Shit!

No,no, that’s officer Carter

jackpot...

CARTER

I'll be damned.

KERI

Do I know you?

BLAKE

We're sorry to startle you, Miss

Tate.

Not really

CARTER

The door was open, so we let

ourselves in.

KERI

I can see that. Who are you?

Carter flashes a smile, then his badge...

CARTER

Detective Carter from the

Haddonfield P.D.

Joe Friday

BLAKE

Toni Blake from Langley P.D.

Generic hot police chic

Keri knows exactly why they're here, her dual lives are

crossing paths... they've found little sister.

CARTER

Mind if we sit down?

Oh good, dialog

KERI

I'd prefer you didn't. I'm very

busy.

CARTER

Okay, then how 'bout we ask you a

few questions?

KERI

Detective...

CARTER

Carter.

Al righht now that were introduced...

KERI

... I think it would be best if

you both left.

CARTER

Might want to stop and think about

the safety of your students, Miss

Tate.

KERI

I never stop thinking about it,

Detective.

(pointing out the window)

The only way in or out of this

school is through that gate, and

it is secured at all times.

By dead people

CARTER

Funny, we just drove right in.

Right over the gate keeper

KERI

Well, I can assure you, it won't

happen again. Thanks for your

concern. Goodbye.

Carter starts out... turns back toward Keri.

CARTER

Has anyone ever told you, you bear

a striking resemblance to Laurie

Strode?

Oh no...hes found out about her evil twin sister!

Keri glares at him for a beat... the walls around her are

collapsing.

KERI

Never heard of her.

Blake removes a business card from her pocket, a phone number

scribbled across its face. She places it on the desk...

BLAKE

The Ferndale P.D. is setting up a

roadblock couple miles down the

road. They think they're looking

for a jealous boyfriend gone

mad... I think differently. We

can protect you..

I thing hes just slighty peeved

Keri doesn't flinch, motions toward the door. Carter and

Blake start out --

KERI

You can't stop him.

Well we got a road block

Carter stops, turns back toward her...

CARTER

Not without some help.

Carter and Blake exit, shut the door behind them...

CUT TO:

EXT. GATES - FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

Carter and Blake in a rental car to the side of the road just

outside the gates.

Blake emerges from the passenger side... Carter tosses her a

walkie-talkie...

CARTER

Don't be a stranger...

Strangers are bad kids...

Carter pulls away from the school...

Blake hooks the walkie-talkie to her side, heads back into

the campus, passes --

bad kids are stranger?

A CAR

hidden behind the bushes, Eddie's rotting corpse locked

inside...

No strangers are bad for kids

CUT TO:

That’s not what you said

INT. GIRLS' LOCKER ROOM - A HALF HOUR LATER

Lots of nubile young bodies moving to and fro, changing out

of sweaty gym clothes into dry attire.

ON Molly, standing in front of a fogged-up mirror, straight

from the shower... towel tucked firmly around her chest.

Linda stands to her right, putting on her make-up... also in

a towel.

LINDA

Shane's going as a condom.

Full of cocain

MOLLY

I thought you were allergic to

latex.

LINDA

I'll pop a Benadryl.

MOLLY

You think they'll let him in

dressed like that?

LINDA

Oh, they're so stupid... I'll just

tell them he's going as a sausage

casing.

I really don’t have anything to say about that one, boys and girls

Linda swipes her palm across the fogged-up mirror, wiping

away the steam...

ON the MIRROR. In its reflection we see Molly and Linda...

then --

THE SHAPE

appears from the cloud of steam behind them!

Other STUDENTS spot the intruder, run SCREAMING from the

locker room.

The SHAPE grabs Linda from behind... wields a knife... slits

her throat... blood cascades down her neck, 'blemishes the

towel around her bust.

Crap! I cant think of anything to say!

And this is the perfect place for a smart comment

ON Molly, immobile. Terrified. Unable to scream.

LINDA'S

lifeless body drops to the floor... eyes wide open in terror.

THE SHAPE

shifts his attention to

MOLLY

gets her legs back, runs like hell... runs smack into

KERI

at the locker room entrance... grabs Molly in her arms.

KERI

Whoa. What's going on in there?

Molly is on the verge of hysterics --

MOLLY

Linda! He killed Linda!

KERI

Who?!

MOLLY

Michael Meyers!

The actor?

Keri darts into the locker room...

MOLLY

(continuing)

Miss Tate, wait!

Shes a poet and just doesn’t realize it.

Molly follows her, stands in the relative safety of the

doorway... Keri walks in to find --

THE SHAPE

standing above Linda's lifeless body... knife raised high in

the air, dripping blood.

ON Keri, her legs buckle... she struggles to stay standing.

KERI

Michael, nooooooo!

Look at the mess!

Then, an even more bizarre sight --

THE SHAPE

starts to CHUCKLE... his shoulders bobbing up and down...

bending over slightly at the waist.

LINDA'S

lifeless body starts trembling with laughter.

THE SHAPE

reaches up to his mask, pulls it off... it's JOHN!

JOHN

That was classic...

(imitating Keri)

"Michael, nooooooo!"

LINDA

sits up, licks some blood off her fingers.

LINDA

Mmmm. Anyone got some French

fries?

Yea there in...

wait!

Stop the movie...

whats john doing in the ladies locker room?

His famous impressions?

Lets take a look at this movie in depth

Now?

Yes now why not? eh?

Right in the middle of a movie?

We not going to think about it afterwards. So anyway, Basically its saying its OK to sneak into the girls locker room and kill your girlfriend best friend.

It was catsup, he didn’t kill her

So?

You whole argument means nothing now

Hes still in the girls locker room. And look at the rest of the movie. Up till a few scenes back when the guard got killed the whole movie was meaningless exept to show how bad these kids are, how the lead character makes his mother life miserable. We’re not going to feel sorry for him when he dies. In all reality we all want him to die.

I don’t hope he dies, when he does we will feel sorry for him and for the mother because when he dies she wont have anyone

What about that other guy?

Doesn’t matter, well feel sorry for him anyway.

We’re just conditioned to feel that way by the media and the news; he doesn’t need our pity

Hmmmmmmmmmm...I hope that asshole dies too now

Pleasure talking with you

Yes this was a very enlightening pseudo-conversation

Ok start the movie

ON Keri, mortified... the sight of her son dressed like his

homicidal uncle is almost too much for her to bear...

John and Linda are too busy revealing in their prank to

notice...

LINDA

(continuing)

Molly, you should have seen your

face...

It was really ugly!

Keri crosses over to John... SLAPS him across the face, hard.

John reels, probably the first time Keri's laid a hand on

him...

KERI

Home... NOW!

Alright! Hooked on phonics worked for her!

Keri grabs John by the arm, pushes him past Molly...

CUT TO:

INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

John sits on the sofa. Will stands behind him... neither

sure exactly what they're doing there.

Keri paces in front of them...

JOHN

I'm sorry, alright? It was just

a stupid joke.

I’m really sorry... I swear...I didn’t mean to...screw this

KERI

Will, sit down...

Will does.

KERI

(continuing)

There's something I have to tell

you both. It's going to sound

strange...

I’m a man

WILL

What?

KERI

My name hasn't always been Keri

Tate. It was once Laurie Strode.

She doesn’t look like a Laurie

WILL

You're right. It does sound

strange.

JOHN

You some kind of fugitive or

something?

KERI

I was trying to get away from

someone.

WILL

Who?

KERI

Michael Meyers.

WILL

The serial killer?

Or the actor?

KERI

He's my brother.

(keri)And I’m father

(john)...

(john)...

JOHN

Now you're joking, right?

Well?

KERI

Afraid not. You can pick your

friends, but you can't pick your

family.

This is a crappy movie. I don’t feel like working on it anymore. Lets cut it short.

Why?

I just said

Fine

WILL

Keri, have you been...

Will mimes taking a drink from a bottle...

Probably. In fact I think I need some after watching this movie.

Enough to put you in a coma preferably...

The End

( whether you like it or not )