Hellhole Page #2

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

What was that creep doing here?

I just woke up, and he was there.

What was he saying to you?

He threatened me,

and he was asking me questions.

What questions?

He said they'd gotten you here

and they were gonna keep you here?

What does that mean?

I don't know.

Have you ever seen him before?

Damn it, I don't remember!

What does he want from me?

I don't know,

but I'm gonna find out.

Do you know how...

how frustrating it is...

not to know who you are?

Maybe it can be a relief.

People are always

telling each other their life stories.

For a little while now,

you don't have to do that.

You're in a kinda...

state of grace.

I'm glad you're here.

I'm gonna find out

why you're here.

What's Hellhole?

Susan, it's very important

that you don't ever

mention that again.

Well, what is it, damn it?

It's something...

For your safety, for now,

I want you to promise me

that you won't mention

Hellhole to anyone.

Will you promise me that?

Who is it?

It's me, Vera.

What's the matter with you, huh?

When I tell you to come here

tonight after dinner,

I mean after dinner,

not after Johnny Carson,

you know what I mean?

I'm sorry, daddy.

It ain't easy sneaking

around this joint.

Mmm. I love

when you call me ''daddy''.

Hmm.

Yeah, I know. It's like Coney Island

in here, you know?

So tell me,

what'd you find out, huh?

Mmm, Fletcher likes to play doctor.

She does, huh?

Oh, we gotta play layout...

That depends.

Let me see. Let me see.

Stand there.

Yeah.

Wow.

This isn't exactly House Beautiful.

You ain't seen anything yet.

Hmm.

- Ooh.

- Why don't we use the bed?

Ooh.

You turn me on.

Yeah, huh?

Yeah, take your panties off.

That's...

Ah!

Oh, yeah. Nice!

- Nice!

- Mmm.

Let me get a nice

little crotch shot.

Ah, that's beautiful, huh?

Huh?

Come on, baby, gimme a nice pose.

Come on, baby.

Ooh.

Mmm, baby.

Listen to me, okay?

I want you to find out all you can

about that half a fag Stevens.

Wow, you're into guys?

No, I'm not into guys.

I'm into swine, moron.

I want you to find out all you can

about that a**hole.

I don't trust him.

You understand? Huh?

You'll do that for daddy, won't you?

- But I'm scared, daddy.

- Mmm.

If Fletcher catches me

snooping around,

she'll dump me down

in that basement

with the rest of her rejects.

What basement?

What rejects?

What are you talking about?

Down in Hellhole.

- Mmm, Hellhole.

- You think you've got drugs, daddy?

Mmm.

She's got stuff

that'll turn you inside out.

What kind of drugs are they?

Stuff she's been using to make

horrible experiments on people.

Oh, yeah?

And if you're lucky, you die.

Mmm.

And if not, you end up

locked in a cage

down in that basement forever.

Mmm.

You just...

You just do the right thing

for daddy, won't you? Hmm?

I'll do anything

for my pretty daddy.

Good. Come here.

Hey, Nicki, toss me some soap,

will ya?

Here, use mine.

It's hyperallergenic.

Thanks.

Mmm, smells pretty.

Here, I'll do it.

Thanks.

Mmm, that's good.

Relax.

You've met that orderly Stevens,

haven't you?

Yeah. So?

So, what do you know about him?

I don't know nothin'.

Well, what can you find out?

What is this,

20 Questions or something?

Hey, slut!

You keep your slimy paws

to yourself.

That chick happens to be mine.

Ooh.

Well, why don't you go

sign up for tennis, moo moo?

Maybe they can use your tits

to play a set with.

I'll meet you in the under-room.

And don't forget my towel.

I'll bring you your towel,

you b*tch!

Fight! Fight!

They're really fighting!

Here's your towel.

Ooh!

Get her! Get her!

Hit her!

Yeah! Yeah!

Hit her! Hit her!

Cut it out!

Cut it out!

Any more of these antics,

any more,

and I'm gonna turn you over

to Fletcher

for some of her little experiments.

And she's gonna make real monkeys

out of ya.

- Wow!

- I can't believe it!

Are you okay?

Must be the drugs

they put you on, eh?

Eat, Desiree. Get strong.

So what did you dream

last night?

A real weird one.

Must be those blue pills

they give you.

I'm getting out of here!

I can't stand it anymore!

What's the matter, honey?

Aren't you hungry?

No.

You want my breakfast?

Sure!

It's all right, isn't it?

Fine.

Too much television.

No! Don't eat it!

It's poison!

The devil!

Poisoned the food!

Don't eat it!

It's poisoned!

Stop laughing!

Come here, you.

Stupid goddamn...

Get off that table!

What are you doing?

Listen to me!

God told me!

No! Don't, please!

Please, Dr. Fletcher!

Don't send me to Hellhole!

Please, Dr. Fletcher!

- No!

- Jesus Christ.

All right, let's clean this place up.

Evelyn, I think we just

might be right this time.

I'm adding exactly 5 cc's

of phenadrinatol

to our solution of diuride.

We might just be able

to rid her brain of those fears

and the hysterias...

permanently.

That's 5 cc of phenadrinatol?

Uh-huh.

You know, I've got a good feeling

about this.

I think we just might be on the verge

of a big breakthrough.

We've always been on the verge.

Uh-huh.

But if we keep it

under control...

maybe we won't have

any more failures.

Miles, I'll worry about the failures.

Are you afraid?

What are you afraid of?

- Hmm?

- The devil.

The devil?

And what do you perceive

the devil to be?

You.

Dane, hold her head.

Hurts!

No fear.

No fear.

Evelyn, this is it.

We have the first

chemical lobotomy.

Fear.

No.

Quick... 5 more cc.

No, Evelyn, you can't do that.

Miles, get me 5 more cc!

No, I won't! We've come too far!

Damn you.

Goddamn it,

you can't give her any more.

You know what her reaction will be.

You could kill her.

Get out! Get out of my lab!

All right.

But know this,

you're taking full responsibility

for this.

Get out of here!

No, don't die.

Please, don't die.

Sh*t.

You had to give her more,

didn't you?

Don't get moral on me.

Christ, Evelyn, the girl is dead.

That's the price you have to pay

for science, Miles.

You should know that.

Oh, science.

Give me a break.

You're just using science

for your own little power trip.

I am using science as an excuse

for accidental death.

Don't bullshit me, Miles.

You're getting off, too.

Oh, that's good

rationalization, doctor.

The fact is the girl died.

She's not the first.

And even worse,

if they don't die,

they become living nightmares

down...

- That's enough!

- No, it's not enough, doctor.

You're just using these experiments

for your own sexual hang-ups.

At least, I have sexual hang-ups.

You won't even have sex.

Sidnee, hi. It's Ron.

I gotta talk fast, so listen.

I've been to Hellhole,

I saw them kill a girl.

Good God, then, it's true.

Do you know where the body is?

It's gotta still be there.

The point is, now is the time

for you to move.

I can't go to the authorities

on hearsay.

I have to have evidence.

They're trying chemical

lobotomies here,

like we busted 'em for in Oregon.

You're worried

about your reputation?

I don't believe you.

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