Hellbound: Hellraiser II Page #10

His hands clutch tightly at her hips and he pulls his face away

from the kissing to loan it on her shoulder so that we see his

face as it grimaces in ecstasy.

He cries out and shudders and slowly both their movements stop.

He strokes at her back gently and their bodies relax.

JULIA:

(almost coyly)

Now all we need is a skin.

60 INT. BATHROOM KYLE'S APARTMENT DAY

CLOSE UP on shower jets hitting KIRSTY's face and naked

shoulders.

Her eyes are closed, but she smiles in pleasure as the water

refreshes her.

A knocking is heard. KIRSTY moves her head out of the water's

path and shouts.

KIRSTY:

Yeah?

61 INT. KYLE'S APARTMENT DAY

It is basically a studio apartment - everything except the bathroom

facilities is in the one room. There is a sofa - with sheets and

blankets on it - a bed, a dining/all-purpose table with two

chairs, shelves full of records and books, and a small working

desk against one of the walls. The desk is weighed down by text

books and notes and, tacked to the wall above it, are medical prints,

some of the brain and central nervous system, but also two fullcoloured

anatomical prints - one of a man and one of a woman. They could

almost be portraits of JULIA and FRANK.

KYLE, fully dressed, is standing by the bathroom door, his hand

still in a knocking position.

KYLE:

You O.K.?

Silence.

KYLE:

Kirsty? You 0. K.?

The bathroom door opens and KIRSTY Comes into the main room,

dressed in a toweling robe that is clearly a 'hers' not a 'his'.

She crosses the room to a mirror, rubbing at her wet hair with a

towel.

KIRSTY:

No bad dreams.

KYLE:

So you slept O.K.?

KIRSTY gestures at the sofa.

KIRSTY:

As much as that bed of

nails allowed.

KYLE glances meaningfully at the bed as he replies.

KYLE:

Well, the sofa isn't often used

for sleeping on...

KIRSTY:

Oh yeah? On your own a lot,

Huh?

KYLE grins.

KYLE:

Like the robe?

KIRSTY returns the smile via the mirror.

KYLE crosses the room to sit at his dining table. Empty coffee

cups, the remnants of a loaf and some cheese suggests their

breakfast was simple and finished some time ago.

KIRSTY gathers her clothes from by the sofa and moves back into

the bathroom to dress.

KYLE waits a few moments and then speaks.

KYLE:

I think I need to talk. About

what I saw.

KIRSTY emerges, fully dressed, her hair still damp.

KIRSTY:

You thought I was crazy, didn't

you?

KYLE spreads his hands wide.

KYLE:

Jesus, yes! What do you expect.

I mean, God, I still do! It's

just that now I'm crazy too.

He grins wryly. KIRSTY moves to the sofa and sits down.

KIRSTY:

And you're sure it was a woman?

KYLE:

God, I wish I could say no.

This is going to do terrible

things to my attitude, you know.

KIRSTY grins at him.

KIRSTY:

Don't worry about it. Your

attitude sucks anyway.

KYLE:

Hey, so for it. Don't let pity

stop you. I'm down. Nail me.

For a moment, they laugh together but then stop. KIRSTY stares

downward and then suddenly bursts into tears.

KIRSTY:

What can I do? How can I

save him?

KYLE joins her on the sofa. He offers an arm but she shakes it

off.

KIRSTY:

The box. I need the box.

KYLE:

The box? Like in your story?

Like in his house?

KIRSTY's tears suddenly stop. She looks at KYLE.

KIRSTY:

(sharply)

What?

KYLE:

The Boxes. In the House. I

told you.

KIRSTY:

What do you mean?

KYLE:

The boxes! I TOLD you.

KIRSTY:

You DIDN'T tell me. Do you

mean Malahide's got...

KYLE:

Yeah. The things you were

talking about.

KIRSTY heads instantly for KYLE'S door.

KIRSTY:

I'm going.

KYLE runs across the room and puts a restraining hand on his

door.

KYLE:

Wait a minute. What do you mean,

'I'm going?' TO the HOUSE?

KIRSTY nods and pulls at the door handle.

KIRSTY:

Get out of the way.

KYLE:

Are you crazy?

KIRSTY:

I don't know, Kyle. You're the

f***ing expert. Now get out of

the way!

KYLE:

WHY?

KIRSTY:

(shouting)

Because I'm going to get my father!

Tears start to her eyes and she stares at KYLE defiantly. Then

she repeats, more softly;

KIRSTY:

I'm going to get my father.

There is a two-second silence between them as they stare at each

other.

Finally, Kyle backs away from the door, raising a finger.

KYLE:

Two seconds. Just two seconds.

Don't move.

He rushes across the room, grabs a jacket, and moves back to the

door.

KYLE:

O.K. Let's go.

KIRSTY:

Kyle, you don't have...

KYLE:

I KNOW I don't have to. It's

just my time of the month to be a

complete f***ing idiot. O.K.?

KIRSTY stares at him, her face at first blank then suffused with

emotion. She leans across and plants a chaste kiss on his lips

then pulls back. There is a beat while they simply stare at each

other and suddenly they are tight in each other's arms, kissing

fervently. But the kiss is fuelled, not by passion, but by fear

and their mutual need for human solace in the face of the

unknown.

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