EXT. MINNEAPOLIS CONVENTION CENTER

OCTOBER 25TH

A SMALL LINE OF PEOPLE ARE WAITING OUTSIDE THE CONVENTION CENTER - MOST OF THEM LOOK LIKE PRESS BUT SOME ARE CLEARLY STUDENTS AND A FEW OTHERS JUST PEOPLE DRESSED IN CASUAL CLOTHES

ONE SMARTLY DRESSED WOMAN IS HOLDING HER HANDBAG TIGHTLY AS SHE TALKS TO A YOUNG MAN CARRYING A CAMERA - HER NAME IS BIANCA WILLIAMS

BIANCA:

WISH THEY WOULD OPEN THE DOORS ALREADY

CAMERA MAN:

THEY'RE PROBABLY JUST RUNNING LATE

AMANDA AND SUSAN JOIN THE END OF THE LINE

AMANDA: (LOWERS HER VOICE)

SO WHAT EXACTLY DID THIS GUY DO

SUSAN:

... YOU'LL FIND OUT EVENTUALLY

BIANCA LOOKS TIRED, AGITATED AND SLIGHTLY NERVOUS

INT. MINNEAPOLIS CONVENTION CENTER

INSIDE THE CONVENTION CENTER, DOCTOR LOOMIS IS STANDING AT THE PODIUM READING THROUGH HIS NOTES, DEBRA IS TO HIS LEFT WHILE TWO SECURITY GUARDS ARE STANDING NEAR THE DOORS

THE MANAGER OF THE BUILDING WALKS THROUGH TO THE STAGE AND GLANCES ACROSS TO LOOMIS

MANAGER:

READY

LOOMIS:

YEAH SURE

THE MANAGER NODS TO THE SECURITY GUARDS - WHO IN TURN OPEN THE DOORS - LETTING THE JOURNALISTS, STUDENTS AND ONLOOKERS INTO THE CONVENTION CENTER - BIANCA, AMANDA AND SUSAN INCLUDED

AMANDA AND BIANCA BOTH FIND SPOTS IN THE FRONT ROW - SUSAN SITS ONE ROW BEHIND THEM - AMANDA TURNS TO HER

AMANDA:

THERE'S A SEAT RIGHT HERE

AMANDA GESTURES TO THE SEAT BESIDE HER

SUSAN: (LOWERS VOICE)

I KNOW, I KNOW

SUSAN GLANCES OVER AT BIANCA THEN BACK AT AMANDA AND HURRIEDLY SHAKES HER HEAD - AMANDA LOOKS CONFUSED FOR A SECOND THEN DISMISSES HER STRANGE FRIEND

A YOUNG WOMAN WITH RED HAIR AND FRECKLES, AROUND EIGHTEEN OR NINETEEN YEARS OLD SITS DOWN BESIDE AMANDA - SHE IS PLAYING WITH THE KEYS ON HER PHONE - SHE LOOKS OVER AT AMANDA

WOMAN:

THE RECORDER ON THIS THING IS GARBAGE BUT I FIND IF I RUN IT THOUGH REALPLAYER AND HAVE MY HEADPHONES ON I CAN JUST ABOUT MAKE OUT THE USUAL MONOTONE VOICES OF WHATEVER BORING, MONOTONE PEOPLE ARE HOSTING THESE THINGS

AMANDA:

I TAKE IT YOU DON'T LIKE THESE SNOOZE FESTS

WOMAN:

NOT REALLY... THE SITE I WORK FOR DOES THOUGH

THE WOMAN HOLDS OUT HER HAND

WOMAN:

VANITA BROCK

AMANDA SHAKES THE YOUNG WOMAN'S HAND

AMANDA:

AMANDA BENTON

VANITA:

YOU HERE WITH THE TRIBUNE

AMANDA NODS AND LOOKS BACK AT SUSAN

AMANDA:

WE'RE BOTH HERE WITH THE TRIBUNE

VANITA:

COOL WELL IF YOU WANT TO

UP AT THE PODIUM, LOOMIS ADJUSTS THE MICROPHONE NEARER TO HIS FACE

LOOMIS:

1, 2 CAN YOU ALL HEAR ME ALRIGHT

VANITA TURNS TO AMANDA BEFORE PRESSING A BUTTON ON HER PHONE

VANITA:

HOLD THAT THOUGHT

LOOMIS:

NOW WE'RE ALL HERE TODAY TO TALK ABOUT THE ACTIONS OF A MAN... A DISTURBED INDIVIDUAL BY THE NAME OF AL FREDRICKSON, WHO IN 1979

BIANCA LOOKS JITTERY, HER HAND SLIPS INSIDE HER BAG - AMANDA NOTICES THIS AND PUTS HER HAND INSIDE HER OWN HANDBAG

LOOMIS:

TOOK THE LIVES OF EIGHT PEOPLE

BIANCA REMOVES HER HAND FROM HER BAG - REVEALING A SMALL PISTOL, SHE STANDS UP AND TAKES AIM AT LOOMIS

BIANCA:

YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO TALK ABOUT THEM, YOU HACK

AMANDA ADJUSTS HER SEAT UP A LITTLE

AMANDA: (WHISPERING TO VANITA)

GET DOWN

VANITA LOOKS OVER AT AMANDA - SEES THAT SHE HAS HER HAND FIRMLY IN HER HANDBAG AND SLOUCHES DOWN IN THE CHAIR

AMANDA DRAWS A STUN GUN FROM HER HANDBAG - AIMS IT AT BIANCA AND PULLS THE TRIGGER - A CABLE SHOOTS OUT FROM THE STUN GUN AND ATTACHES ITSELF TO BIANCA'S CHEST - INSTANTLY BIANCA FALLS TO THE GROUND - THE GUN FALLS OUT OF HER HANDS AND SHE STARTS SHAKING UNCONTROLLABLY

LOOMIS LOOKS OVER AT AMANDA - HE NODS AT HER, SLIGHTLY SHAKEN UP

INT. MYERS HOUSE - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY

THE SUN IS GOING DOWN AND INSIDE THE MYERS HOUSE A NOISE CAN BE HEARD - THE THUMP, THUMP, THUMP OF BOOTS ON WOOD, THE NOISE SEEMS TO BE COMING FROM MICHAEL'S ROOM AND THEN IT STOPS

THE DOOR TO MICHAEL'S ROOM STARTS SHAKING SLIGHTLY AS THE DOOR HANDLE IS PRESSED DOWN UPON FROM THE OTHER END

THE DOOR CREEKS OPEN AND THE SHAPE OF A MAN EMERGES FROM WITHIN - HE IS WEARING RIPPED AND DANK COVERALLS THAT LOOK LIKE THEY HAVE BEEN WORN FOR NEARLY A YEAR, HE CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HIM AND WALKS DOWNSTAIRS

INT. DR SAM LOOMIS OFFICE

OCTOBER 26TH

LOOMIS IS SITTING BEHIND HIS DESK FILLING IN SOME PAPERWORK, SOMEONE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR - LOOMIS LOOKS UP

LOOMIS:

COME IN

THE DOOR OPENS AND AMANDA ENTERS THE ROOM

AMANDA:

YOU WANTED TO TALK TO ME

LOOMIS:

YES, WELL I WANTED TO THANK YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID YESTERDAY

AMANDA:

NO SWEAT DOC, ALL PART OF BEING A CITIZEN WITH A STUN GUN... DID YOU KNOW WHO SHE WAS, THAT WILLIAMS WOMAN

LOOMIS:

NOT UNTIL THE POLICE TOLD ME, TERRIBLE THING... HER HUSBAND AND HER SON WERE BOTH KILLED BY THAT MANIAC

AMANDA NODS

AMANDA:

WELL IF THAT'S ALL DOCTOR, I'VE GOT A LIVE MANIAC I HAVE TO PREPARE FOR

LOOMIS:

THAT'S JUST IT AMANDA... I WANT TO HELP YOU

AMANDA:

I DON'T NEED HELP... MICHAEL IS ALIVE AND I AM GOING TO END THIS

LOOMIS:

FINE... BUT I WOULD LIKE TO COME WITH YOU

AMANDA:

WHY

LOOMIS:

YOU OFFERED ME THE CHANCE TO MAKE SOME PROGRESS AND THOUGH I ADMIT, I DON'T BELIEVE MICHAEL IS ALIVE... I WOULD LIKE TO COME WITH YOU TO HADDONFIELD, TO HOPEFULLY END THAT CHAPTER OF MY LIFE, PROPERLY THIS TIME

AMANDA:

... MEET ME AT MY APARTMENT, IT'S 232 NORTH CEMERO STREET AT 9AM ON MONDAY, THAT'S WHEN I'M LEAVING

LOOMIS NODS AS AMANDA TURNS AND LEAVES THE ROOM

INT. MYERS HOUSE - BASEMENT

THE NOISE OF BOOTS ON WOOD CUT THOUGH THE DEAD SILENCE OF THE BASEMENT AS THE FIGURE OF THE DISHEVELED MAN IN COVERALLS - MICHAEL MYERS DESCENDS INTO THE BASEMENT

THE BODIES OF THE SMALL ANIMALS FROM BEFORE ARE GONE, PRESUMABLY DISPOSED OF BY MICHAEL

MICHAEL WALKS OVER TO THE WOODEN TABLE THAT HAS THE TWO DOCUMENTS ON IT - HE HOLDS ONE OF THE FILES UP AND LOOKS AT THE PICTURE OF AMANDA CLIPPED TO IT - HE STARES AT THE PICTURE FOR AT LEAST SEVERAL SECONDS BEFORE FORCING HIMSELF TO LOOK AWAY AND OVER AT THE MASK

MICHAEL LIFTS THE MASK UP AND LOOKS DEEP INTO ITS EMPTY EYE HOLES BEFORE FINALLY TURNING IT AROUND AND PUTTING IT ON

INT. DR SAM LOOMIS OFFICE

LOOMIS IS SITTING AT HIS DESK, USING HIS LAPTOP - ON SCREEN ARE MULTIPLE FILES MARKED M. MYERS - LOOMIS CLICKS ON ONE MARKED NOVEMBER 2009

THE LOOK ON LOOMIS' FACE IS ONE OF DISGUST AS HE SEES PICTURES OF THE WOUNDS ON MICHAEL'S BODY - STAB WOUNDS, A MACHETE WOUND THAT HAS BEEN STITCHED UP, BULLET WOUNDS

SOMEONE KNOCKS AT THE DOOR - LOOMIS LOOKS UP, STARTLED

LOOMIS:

COME IN

DEBRA OPENS THE DOOR

DEBRA:

I'M JUST GOING TO LEAVE FOR THE NIGHT, SAM

LOOMIS: (SLIGHTLY SHAKEN)

ALRIGHT HAVE A GOOD ONE

DEBRA:

ARE YOU ALRIGHT

LOOMIS:

YEAH, YEAH WHY

DEBRA:

YOU JUST SEEM A LITTLE...

LOOMIS FEIGNS A SMILE

LOOMIS:

JUST DOING SOME RESEARCH

DEBRA LOOKS OVER AT THE LAPTOP - REALIZING WHAT LOOMIS MEANT, SHE NODS

DEBRA:

DON'T WORK YOURSELF TOO HARD... NIGHT SAM

LOOMIS:

NIGHT

INT. MYERS HOUSE

IN AMANDA'S DREAM - THE LITTLE BOY DRESSED AS A CLOWN WIPES HIS BLADE ON HIS COSTUME AND WALKS OVER TO THE AJAR BASEMENT DOOR

YOUNG AMANDA:

MICHAEL

THE 5 YEAR OLD AMANDA MYERS WALKS OVER TO MICHAEL

YOUNG AMANDA:

CAN YOU FIND DADDY?

THE 10 YEAR OLD MICHAEL NODS AND OPENS THE BASEMENT DOOR COMPLETELY, HE WALKS DOWN INTO THE BASEMENT

AMANDA: (SCREAMING)

NO!