Hellhole
- R
- Year:
- 1985
- 90 min
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1
I'm sorry I scared you.
That's okay.
I'm just a little nervous.
That's all.
Mommy, look, I know you are.
Everything's gonna be okay.
I promise.
I know.
Say, aren't you gonna
be late for class?
I mean, you gotta take a shower.
Dinner's gonna be ready
pretty soon.
Don't you wanna know
where I put the papers?
You know, I'm not even sure I...
I know why I had you
hide the papers.
Mr. Monroe probably doesn't
even know they're missing.
Listen...
Mom, you gotta play it safe.
It's better.
I know.
That's exactly why I am taking them
to the police in the morning.
Good.
Okay? Now,
would you go take your shower?
Okay.
Love you.
I love you, too.
Don't worry. Okay?
Please.
Everything should be fine.
Susan?
How are ya?
Who are you?
You know those papers you got?
I'd like to have 'em.
I don't know what papers
you're talking ab...
Yes, you do.
The bank statements.
Dr. Monroe doesn't wanna spend
the next ten years in jail.
Come on, what did you do?
Hide the papers? Huh?
Where'd you hide 'em?
In the sauce?
Hmm?
Having a good time?
Isn't this fun? Huh?
Huh?
Take the key and lock her up
- Lock her up, lock her up
- Please...
Take the key and lock her up,
my fair lady
Oh!
F***ing b*tch!
Susan!
You b*tch!
- Gonna get you!
- No!
Oh, no, you don't.
...falling down
London Bridge is falling down,
my fair lady
Hey, is dinner ready?
Die, b*tch, just die!
Mom?
Mommy!
Mom. Mom.
Mom.
Holy sh*t!
The big f***ing idiot!
No. No. No.
No!
No!
No!
I can't believe
that you've done this to my life!
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait a f***ing minute, will ya?
Stop worrying about it, man.
I did my job.
They're both dead.
You didn't kill her.
She was in the county hospital.
Now, Mr. Monroe is on the state board
of examiners,
and he had to pull a few strings
to have her transferred
to a sanitarium in his jurisdiction,
so he could keep his eye on her.
Aw.
Tomorrow you start work
as an orderly there.
Oh, hey, wait a minute, now.
How am I gonna go in there
as an orderly, huh?
She's gonna remember
what I look like!
She's got amnesia.
And if you're not there when she
remembers, we're all dead.
Understand?
Hey, I got an idea.
Why don't we kill her?
Because of the papers,
remember?
You know, after you f***ed up,
I had to take the body
and put it in a car.
- Mmm, mmm, mmm.
- I didn't even find the papers.
Hey, you know,
I'm sick and tired
of this asswipe following me around.
And because of that,
I'm gonna charge you
an extra 5,000 dollars.
5,000 dollars?
That's right. 5,000 now
and 5,000 upon delivery.
5,000 dollars?
I oughta make you
f***ing pay for this.
You murdered her!
Hey! Listen, buddy boy.
My murder is your murder.
You understand?
Don't forget that.
Nurse Turner
to the outpatients clinic, please.
Nurse Turner
to the outpatients clinic.
Dr. Robinson to the front office.
Dr. Robinson to the front office.
Only her?
Nurse Turner
to the outpatients clinic.
All right, give me a D-5
and the results this afternoon.
Very good.
Nurse Turner
to the outpatients clinic, please.
- Whoo!
- Stop it! Let go of me!
Okay, look.
Okay, sweetheart, I've got her.
I've got her.
Come on, now. Come on.
I've got her. It's okay.
Go back to your room.
I'll get to see you later.
Hi, there, kiddo.
How you doin'?
I'm Ron Stevens, and you'll be one
of my charges while you're here.
Why am I in a wheelchair?
Can I walk?
I'm afraid not, Susan.
Not till Dr. Fletcher sees you.
It's regulations.
You had a pretty bad fall.
Come on.
You have amnesia, Susan.
One of those strange locked doors
within your mind.
I know the mind very well.
I just don't understand
why I'm here, Dr. Fletcher.
Because you're safe here.
Your mother's employer,
Dr. Monroe, had you sent here
while she's on vacation.
He's on our board of examiners,
so he asked me
to look after you.
I can open and shut
those doors for you.
You need me, Susan.
I will take care of you.
I'm not sick.
I just can't remember, that's all.
You're not mentally ill,
but you are emotionally disturbed.
Because of your condition.
I can remember everything that's
happened since I've been here.
Why can't I remember
what happened before?
Something traumatic, probably.
I'm tired now, Susan.
And I'm sure you must be, too.
That will be all for today.
Whoa!
Look out, girls.
Coming through.
- Look out, sweetheart.
- Oh!
Are you okay?
You all right?
Get your hands off of me.
Come on, now.
Calm down.
Goddamn son of a b*tch!
- Hey, behave yourself.
- Goddamn you!
Honey, honey, behave yourself.
- Come on!
- Damn it!
Come on, come on, come on!
Behave yourself!
Behave yourself!
That's it. That's...
Sweetie, are you okay?
No, I'm not okay.
I thought you said
they were harmless.
And I'm not gonna ride
in that wheelchair.
Susan, calm down.
I understand,
but for your own good,
don't make waves.
Okay, we'll walk.
Goddamn.
Listen, I'm not crazy.
I don't belong here.
Susan, you've lost your memory.
That'll come back in time.
These people here
live in their memory,
and that'll probably
never change.
Take it easy.
You'll be all right.
I am all right.
But you need time to heal.
As my mother says,
''Let things unfold.''
This is Daisy.
Daisy, this is Susan.
Why don't you two sit for a while,
and I'll go finish the paperwork.
I'll be right back.
Daisy, take care of her.
Make her feel at home.
Relax now.
Leave me alone!
Chase me around the sand!
Kill her!
- Okay. Okay.
- Stop it! Stop it!
- Ladies! Stop it!
- Take it easy, take it easy!
All right, you f***ing c*nts.
Knock it off.
Linda!
Son of a b*tch.
You're Fletcher's meat now.
You're never gonna be the same.
No, no, no!
Who are they?
Oh, you don't want
to mess with them.
No!
They belong to death.
- Hear her scream?
- Help me! No!
She's now part of Hellhole.
Hellhole?
Yes.
And once they take you to Hellhole,
you don't never come back.
B*tch!
This'll be the last time
you do this.
Come on.
Okay.
Shh, shh, shh!
Don't open your mouth,
don't say a word,
don't do anything.
If I take my hand away,
you promise you won't
say nothing? Huh?
Promise? Huh?
Okay.
You got what I want,
now, where is it?
Huh? Where are they?
Don't move.
Where are they?
You don't know nothin', do you?
Hey, you like my new 'do?
Huh?
Come on. You know me.
You know me. Come on, b*tch.
You know me.
How's your mother? Huh?
Sweetheart, you remember
your mother?
Now, listen to me...
You get me what I want,
or you're gonna stay here
for a long, long time.
We put you here, and we'll keep
you here until you die!
You understand, b*tch?
Hey, scumbag!
Oh, oh!
What the hell are you doing, man?
What you think
you're doing in there, huh?
Go give somebody a pill, will ya?
Hey, I'm talking to you!
What the f*** is the matter
with you, man?
Huh? Huh?
Huh?
It's okay, darling.
Go back to sleep.
Everything's under control.
Don't worry. He's gone.
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