Hellbound: Hellraiser II Page #9

It is a long spacious room with modern furniture and white walls.

The walls are mostly free of decoration save for two or three

large canvases of abstract art.

The longest wall is broken up only by a low circular table, which

rests against it about half way down. On this table is a very

simple black vase containing a spray of beautiful white lilies.

Above this vase on the wall is a large frameless mirror.

As MALAHIDE enters, the first thing he sees is a bloody palm-

print on one of his white walls. He blinks at it and looks down

into the room. We CUT TO;

JULIA. At first it seems she is staring at the lilies, but as we

TRACK around her, we realise she is staring at the reflection of

her skinned self.

Her face snarls at herself, she roars with rage, forms her hand

into a fist and shatters the mirror.

MALAHIDE rushes towards her. She swings round and freezes him

with a glance.

They hold their positions for a moment, MALAHIDE nervous and

JULIA furious, and then JULIA makes herself relax. She sighs,

takes a few deep breaths, and then speaks.

JULIA:

I'm cold.

TIME CUT:

57 INT. LIVING ROOM MALAHIDE'S HOUSE DAY

CLOSE UP on a strangely Art Deco electric fan heater, with bright

red coils emitting waves of heat.

We pull out to see MALAHIDE standing by the table with the flowers.

There is now a half-full glass of wine on the table, along with

an ashtray where a cigarette burns away ignored. A pack of

cigarettes is now visible in the breast pocket of MALAHIDE's jacket.

JULIA enters the room and closes the door behind her. She is

dressed in one of MALAHIDE'S suits. It is a light weight suit of

white linen, a suit for expensive holidays in hot countries.

She crosses the room to the table; pausing slightly in the centre

of the room, to allow MALAHIDE to look at her.

JULIA:

Well?

MALAHIDE'S nervousness has retreated a little, he manages to

smile. He nods his head slowly a few times.

MALAHIDE:

Yes... Yes. You look...

JULIA:

Surreal? Strange? Nightmarish?

MALAHIDE:

No. You look...

He pauses, lost for words.

JULIA doesn't wait for an answer. She crosses to the table and

takes up his glass of wine. She downs it in one.

MALAHIDE stares at her, a little surprised.

JULIA:

Yes, I still like WINE ...

She smiles strangely at him and then moves closer. Slowly,

keeping her eyes on his, she reaches into his breast pocket

for his packet of cigarettes and places one in her mouth.

JULIA:

... and more.

For a moment, MALAHIDE's face is stone. Then, slowly, he returns

her smile and, drawing his lighter, lights her cigarette.

58 INT. SHOPPING MALL DAY

A large multi-level shopping complex obviously up-market and

expensive.

We see MALAHIDE, riding up one on the central escalators, looking

around him as he does so, as if searching for a specific shop.

He reaches the next level and begins to walk along one of the

several avenues that lead away from the central square containing

the escalators.

He walks past several shops, looking in their windows; a chic

specialty shop, a window full of clocks, a cutler's. Finally,

he stops in front of one. He stares at its display window.

The window is classily minimal. There is in fact only one dress

in it. It is an exquisite white cocktail gown. The gown is full

length but quite tight-fitting, merely flaring a little from

below the knee, and has a halter-neck.

MALAHIDE walks into the shop.

59 INT. MALAHIDE'S BEDROOM DAY

We are looking at a reflection of MALAHIDE in the large mirror

that covers the inside of his wardrobe door. His real hand and

his reflected hand come together at the edge of the door and tip

it slightly, changing the image that the mirror shows us.

Now we see JULIA. She is in the dress from the shop in the mall.

It is a perfect fit and shows her figure off very well. Being a

halter-neck, however, her skinned arms and shoulders are

completely bare. Also, it is quite low cut at the front, exposing

a fair degree of visceral cleavage, and at the back.

JULIA turns fully around in front of the mirror examining herself

from every angle. Her mood is unreadable until she speaks.

JULIA:

Close it.

MALAHIDE does so. He understands and tries to console her..

MALAHIDE:

It's a beautiful dress...

JULIA:

I know.

TIME CUT:

59 INT. LIVING ROOM MALAHIDE'S HOUSE DAY

CLOSE UP MALAHIDE'S hands applying wide, white, surgical

bandages to JULIA.

We pull out as MALAHIDE steps away from JULIA. They are both

standing in the middle of the living room floor.

JULIA'S arms, torso, and head are now completely enclosed in

neatly and professionally applied bandages. There are three slits

for her eyes and mouth but apart from these she is completely

covered. Over these she is still wearing the white dress.

MALAHIDE:

There...

JULIA lifts her arms slightly to look at them and then touches her

bandaged face. She turns towards MALAHIDE. The camera begins the

same circling movement it made around them the previous night.

MALAHIDE'S nervousness has practically disappeared. He has helped

this woman. He has bandaged her and dressed her. He is slightly

in awe of her, but it is now tinged with excitement, not fear.

The camera's circling grows faster.

MALAHIDE:

Well?

JULIA walks towards him, slowly raising her hands. When she is

close enough her hands cup his cheeks. She pulls him towards her,

and, tipping her head to one side, kisses him. Her body moulds

itself to his.

She leans her head back. Were they have kissed blood has pressed

up onto the bandage from her skinned flesh. It looks like smeared

lipstick.

JULIA:

Well?

MALAHIDE puts his arms around her waist. They kiss tenderly.

Slowly, almost nervously, he lowers his hands until they rest on

her buttocks and presses her in towards him. They begin to spin

themselves now, echoing the camera movements.

They cross the room, kissing blindly, until they come to rest

against the wall that bears JULIA's bloody palm print. JULIA

twists their bodies so that MALAHIDE is pressed against the wall,

and begins to move her hips forcefully and sensually against

MALAHIDE.

The camera is stationary now, watching without movement as

MALAHIDE begins to raise JULIA's dress up her legs, her hand

on his wrist, helping and encouraging.

About halfway up the thigh, the bandaging disappears and the

raw flesh is exposed.

The kissing and the fumbling continue until they are making

fast and violent love against the wall.

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