Dr. Loomis knew that Michael would show up to his house if Jamie was there waiting for him. He had called out into the woods, knowing that Michael was listening, and proceeded to tell him that his rage won't go away if he kills everybody. If Michael wanted to get rid of it, he needed to go to his house where he and Jamie would both be waiting for him.
Rachel had showed up, and while Jamie was thrilled to see her, she was scared for her safety. Rachel and Dr. Loomis both assured the child that she would be well protected, and tonight, they were going to stop Michael once and for all. Tommy was there, too, of course.
"Tommy! I haven't seen you since we were kids," Rachel said, pulling him into a hug.
"Rachel, you look beautiful," Tommy said, giving her a smile.
Jamie sat at the mirror in Judith Myers bedroom, brushing her hair. Dr. Loomis had instructed both Tommy and Rachel to hide in the closet. One of the police officers, Charlie, would be right down the stairs. They all had walkie-talkies, so did Dr. Loomis. Outside, Sheriff Meeker, and the rest of the police department were hiding in the bushes, waiting and watching for Michael to show up.
Suddenly, Jamie started to panic, for she was having one of her visions.
"B-Billy! Billy!"
Charlie came running up, and Tommy and Rachel both walked out of the closet to see if she was okay.
"Jamie, what's wrong," Rachel asked, concerned for her little foster sister.
"Billy!"
Charlie got on to his walkie-talkie.
"Loomis, he's at the clinic."
Sheriff Meeker, and the rest of the police department took off to check the clinic, leaving one of the deputies to keep a lookout for Michael. Sheriff Meeker told Dr. Loomis to take Jamie to the police station. Dr. Loomis said he would, but didn't plan to. He threw his walkie-talkie into the bushes.
"Now you'll come, won't you, Michael?"
Inside, Charlie heard from Sheriff Meeker and told Jamie that he would take her to the station. Tommy and Rachel would follow. Dr. Loomis walked in, and locked the door.
"Loomis?"
"You're not taking her anywhere," Dr. Loomis said, putting the key to the door in his coat pocket.
Meanwhile, outside, Eddie, the deputy waiting for Michael, got on his walkie-talkie, telling Charlie that a police car was speeding up towards them. It rammed hard into the back of Eddie's patrol car.
"Eddie? What's going on," Charlie asked into the walkie-talkie.
All they could hear were the sounds of screams and banging. Michael Myers was there, and had just murdered Eddie.
"I'm going to call Meeker," Charlie said. Before he could, Dr. Loomis took the walkie-talkie and smashed it into the wall.
Charlie demanded to know what Dr. Loomis was thinking. Dr. Loomis pulled out a gun and pointed it at him.
"Charlie, Charlie. Michael Myers is outside. Stay with them. Please."
He left. Charlie told the others not to worry.
"Dr. Loomis is just trying to protect us," Tommy said.
"No, he's not. He just doesn't want to lose his bait," Charlie replied, annoyed.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Michael Myers was standing, waiting, holding up his knife. He was greeted by Dr. Loomis. It was as if they were old friends.
"I knew you'd come, Michael. It's because of the little girl. She can stop the rage inside. If you let her."
Michael looked up to the stairs.
"No, she's not up there, Michael. She's down here, in the middle of the old house. Don't you remember how much better you used to be? Let me... let me take you to her. She can get rid of the rage."
Michael started to lower his knife. Dr. Loomis slowly started to reach for it.
"You don't need that. Give it to me. You don't need that."
Suddenly, Michael slashed Dr. Loomis across the stomach and threw him off the banister, onto the floor.
Upstairs, the others could hear his scream and figured that Michael had killed him.
"We need to get out of here," Charlie said, pulling out his nightstick to break the glass on the window.
"But what about the plan," Tommy asked.
"Screw the plan," was Rachel's reply. She wanted Michael dead just like the rest of them, but her main focus right now was getting Jamie out of harm's way.
Charlie broke the window. Footsteps could be heard on the stairs.
"He's coming! Hurry," Jamie screamed, watching the door in horror.
Charlie found some rope and tossed it out the window. They would all climb down. First, Rachel, then Tommy, then Charlie would climb out with Jamie on his back. Michael Myers punched his fist through the locked door. Charlie shot at him, thinking it would stop him, but it didn't, unfortunately.
Michael grabbed Charlie and the rope. He hung Charlie out the window with it, killing him. Rachel and Tommy had already climbed out the window when Michael was breaking in. Jamie, now alone, ran out of the room, searching for a place to hide.