Hellbound: Hellraiser II Page #3

CORTEZ leaves the room to fetch a colleague to help him

move the mattress. We move in to see the drop of blood disappear

very quickly into the mattress, as if it is being sucked in.

As this happens, we hear on the soundtrack the faintest RUMBLE.

13 INT OPERATING ROOM NIGHT

A somewhat antiquated and frightening operating room, filled

with machines, monitors, and surgical instruments. The corners of

the room fall away to shadow.

Sitting upright in the centre of the room is a FEMALE PATIENT.

She is awake and staring out at the camera. Twin probes/clamps

are in each of her ears to hold her in place. Her head is shaved

and the skin on the back of her head has been cut open and peeled

apart. The flaps of the skin are held away from the area being

worked on by four clamps. (we never actually see round to the

exposed brain itself)

Immediately behind her, and probing with professional skill and

coolness into her exposed brain, is DOCTOR MALAHIDE. He is in

his late forties and looks like all the great doctors look -

rational, civilized, competent, and powerful. There is an

intensity in his eyes and the lines of his face though that

suggests something more than normal.

The room has several attentive listeners and observers, but the

one nearest to MALAHIDE is his personal student/assistant KYLE

MACRAE, young, conventionally good-looking, with an open,

friendly, face.

MALAHIDE is holding forth on the secrets of his trade, several times

looking away from his patient while still working on her, to make

sure his audience understand his points.

MALAHIDE:

We can bring them back properly

more often than scientific orthodoxy

dictates, ladies and gentlemen. And

the knife, far from the enemy of

of analysis, is often its greatest

ally in solving the puzzles of

psychosis. Analysis isolates and

massages. Surgery pinpoints and

corrects. ... though you've got to

know what you're doing, of course...

Polite laughter from several students.

MALAHIDE:

Some things are obvious. Here,

for example, ...

He prods in at a specific area.

MALAHIDE:

...are the optical motor nerve

control centers.

The PATIENT begins to blink in time with MALAHIDE'S prodding.

The affect is half-comical, half-distressing. Perhaps MALAHIDE

carries it on just that half-second too long for innocent

demonstration. But the students give impressed murmurs anyway.

MALAHIDE:

Now. This case. A deeply-buried

psychosis severe enough to produce

frighteningly frequent hysteria and

aggression. Incurable. Say others. Not so.

Analysis isolates. The knife

exposes. Medication controls.

As he speaks, MALAHIDE injects a syringe directly into the

PATIENT's brain. Her face spasms momentarily.

MALAHIDE stands back slightly. His face is serene, calm, and

confident.

He takes a small, motorised drill and sets to work on the brain.

MALAHIDE:

And then, ladies and gentlemen, we

REBUILD. With all the care and

knowledge that our years of training

have given us ...

He looks around at them all, smiling slightly.

MALAHIDE:

... WE BRING THEM BACK.

The students murmur their approval. Perhaps they even applaud.

MALAHIDE acknowledges their reaction with a modest nod.

Suddenly, an intercom on the wall cuts in.

INTERCOM:

Dr. Malahide, the new arrival is

awake, and appears very distressed.

MALAHIDE steps back briskly and begins to peel his cloves off.

He nods at a nearby student.

MALAHIDE:

My part in this is over. You

may tidy up for me. Kyle, you

come with me.

MALAHIDE and KYLE leave the room.

14 INT HOSPITAL ROOM NIGHT

KIRSTY has her hands over her face and is shaking. RONSON stands

and crosses to her. He takes her hand from her face and calms

her.

RONSON:

Easy, easy. Whatever happened,

whatever you saw, it's not here

now.

KIRSTY:

I saw it...him. But I got away.

And I took the box. And I solved

it. And they came.

RONSON:

Who?

KIRSTY:

The Cenobites.

She stares directly at RONSON, daring him to disbelieve.

KIRSTY:

The Demons.

RONSON stares back, perhaps a glimmer of belief in his eyes.

On the soundtrack, the sudden and shocking sound of a door being

slammed open and hitting the wall.

KIRSTY screams. Even RONSON is startled.

In the doorway are DOCTOR MALAHIDE and KYLE. MALAHIDE advances

into the room, smiling apologetically as he does so.

MALAHIDE:

Sorry. Must get that door

fixed. Detective Ronson?

MALAHIDE holds his hand out, as RONSON nods in response.

MALAHIDE:

I am Doctor Malahide.

The man shake hands. MALAHIDE gestures behind him.

MALAHIDE:

My assistant, Kyle Macrae. And

this must be Kirsty?

MALAHIDE speaks quickly, as if to get the formalities out of the

way. As he says her name, he smiles benignly at KIRSTY who,

still distraught from her memories and shocked at the slamming of

the door, simply stares at him.

MALAHIDE turns his attention back to RONSON, drawing him away and

speaking to him in a lower voice.

Meanwhile, KYLE walks over to KIRSTY and smiles at her - long

enough to embarrass her into smiling back.

MALAHIDE:

I've read the boy's statement.

Quite the adventure they

believe they had. I'd like to talk

to her alone. Do you think ... ?

RONSON looks over his shoulder at KIRSTY. He then looks

carefully at MALAHIDE and then nods slowly.

RONSON:

Mmmm. O.K. Frankly, I think

she's more your territory than

mine. Shame.

RONSON looks back at KIRSTY.

RONSON:

Kirsty. Doctor Malahide's going

to look after you now. Maybe we

could talk some more tomorrow.

KIRSTY nods vaguely and then, just as RONSON reaches the door,

calls out to him.

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