Halloween | 2007

You have to stop thinking that we're dealing with a normal man here.

We're dealing with a soulless killing machine,

driven by pure animal instinct.

Dr. Loomis, I'm going to have to level with you.

I read your book.

I know exactly who you are, and frankly, I don't like you.

And I'll tell you something else.

I think you have created quite the masterpiece of a monster

off the blood of this town, because monsters sell books.

Please, just look at this photograph on the cover of the book.

All right.

I first met Michael 17 years ago.

When I first met him, he was a sweet, charming little boy.

But he had nothing inside.

There was something missing, a void.

There was no conscience, no reason,

even a rudimentary sense of life or death, right or wrong.

Yeah. He's come back for her.

And who is her?

He's come back for his baby sister.

I know it in my bones, Sheriff.

To do what?

I don't know, Sheriff, but...

it's not good.

If I break a promise I made a long time ago,

then you must promise that you will play it

razor, and I mean razor, straight with me.

Hello. You have reached the Strode residence.