Hellraiser: Deader
[Voices whispering]
[Siren wailing]
[Flies buzzing]
MAN ON RADIO:
Good morning, London.
It's another brilliant
overcast day today.
[Engine turns over,
alarm beeping in distance]
[Whimpering]
[Indistinct whispering]
[Fly buzzing]
MAN:
You want any of this?
No, thanks.
[Tape rewinds, clicks]
I got what I need.
Thanks for making me
look good, guys.
Again.
Sh*t.
Amy Klein, nice of you
to join the meeting.
So, what about the story, then?
WOMAN:
I couldn't geta verification on it.
Oh. You're kidding?
We'll send someone up.
Thanks again for your
contribution, Klein.
WOMAN:
Great job, Amy.
Thanks.
Hey, Klein.
Nice reporting.
How about you
show me what you learned?
You want me to show you
what I learned?
Right here?
Right now?
Maybe later.
Maybe not.
Hey, Amy.
Good morning.
It's half past four.
Charles, Amy's here.
Bye.
I detect that unique
and ubiquitous combination
that can only signal the arrival
of the delightful and
world-famous Amy Klein.
Eat me, Charles.
You know, it's exactly that
lack of respect for authority
that got you fired
from the "New York Post."
I wasrt fired.
I was reassigned.
Of course.
Lucky for you,
I opened my doors when I heard
that you'd become available.
And, by the way, I don't recall
for this reassignment.
I seem to remember a similar
reassignment for you, Charles.
Well, look on the bright side.
We're back in the trenches
together, just like old times.
Don't get sentimental on me.
If this is about me being late
with my follow-up story,
I've got it all right here.
I was just about to...
It's not about your story.
Though I'm sure you're working
your usual insightful magic
on what will prove to be
yet another eye-opening expos.
I expect nothing
but brilliance in 5,000 words.
Or less.
But this, my dear...
is better.
What, then?
We're being sued again?
Somebody mailed us this thing
about two weeks ago.
What is it?
Porn or something?
Something.
Amy, with your encyclopedic
knowledge of skankology,
have you ever heard of Deaders?
Yeah, me.
I owe two months' salary
on my credit cards.
No, not "debtors."
Deaders.
D-e-a-d-e-r-s.
No, Charles, I've
never heard of Deaders.
Watch the tape.
MARLA:
This is somethingyou must see for yourself.
Don't be frightened.
Fear is where you go to learn.
That's Anna.
She isn't ready yet.
I don't think she's
learned the truth yet from him.
Winter.
This is where Katia will commit
herself for you to see.
It won't be pretty.
I'm Marla.
Official dead activist.
Hi, me.
MAN:
There she is.
MARLA:
And I have to show you this.
Don't be frightened.
MAN:
She's here.
MARLA:
I don't like this part.
Shh.
Do you become one of us
of your own free will?
Yes.
Good.
Are you afraid?
Yes.
Good.
Fear is the place
we go to learn.
[Voices murmuring]
Say it for me.
My skin isn't real.
My eyes aren't real.
My bones, my heart,
my veins, and nerves,
and flesh, and meat aren't real.
[Crying]
Go on.
[Voices murmuring]
I'm not...
real.
I'm not real.
I'm not...
[Sobs]
Holy sh*t, Charles.
Just keep watching.
I am not real.
I'm not real.
I'm not real.
I'm not real.
I'm not real.
I am not real.
[Sobbing]
I'm not real.
[Gasps]
Oh, my God.
Did you call the police on this?
Just watch.
[Inaling]
[Gasping]
[Breathing heavily]
This is sick.
[Breathing heavily]
[Breathing slows]
[Gasps, coughs]
Tell me this is some kind
of special effect.
[Indistinct whispering]
I'm alive.
I'm okay.
I'm okay.
What the f***?
Exactly what I said.
Maybe miracles don't just
happen at Lourdes.
Who says they happen there?
Might you, by some chance,
be interested in pursuing this?
You have anything
besides the tape?
Just a return address
on the envelope.
In Bucharest.
Romania?
Very good.
looking for a good time
Amsterdam is so '90s.
I still have my finger
on the pulse,
even though I know
you think I don't have one.
Ticket, hotel, per diem.
You know me too well.
It's what keeps me up at night.
Now's the part where I'm
supposed to say, "Be careful."
Amy.
Call me when you get settled.
Go away.
Go on.
Get out of here.
[Sniffs]
[Groans]
[Flies buzzing]
Have you lost something?
Yeah. I...
I'm looking
for my sister, Marla.
You don't know
your sister's last name?
Of course I do.
Look, Marla's a friend of mine,
and she's missing.
I just need
five minutes in there,
and then I'll know
all I need to know.
Hmm?
[Gasps]
Ohh.
Does it always smell
like that in there?
Like what?
Right.
[Groans]
Hey.
Five minutes.
[Flies buzzing]
Ugh.
Hello?
[Flies buzzing]
[Gasps]
God.
[Panting]
Aah!
[Gags]
[Gags]
Oh, no.
[Voices murmuring]
Aah!
[Shrieking]
Oh, f***!
Sh*t.
[Panting]
Sh*t.
Sh*t.
Aah!
What are you doing in here?
Aah!
Aah! Aah!
[Man shouting]
[Sirens wailing]
Aah.
Whoever you are.
You were meant to find me today.
We all have the same story.
It's what brought us here.
You wouldn't be here
if you didn't belong here, too.
I thought if you saw it
it might help.
Help all of us.
I'm starting to feel pain.
My eyes hurt.
The light really, really hurts.
And I don't know
how to get back.
I just don't want to be
here anymore.
I want to end it.
But I can't.
He'll expose
your own demons to you,
and he'll ask you to join him.
But don't, because there
is no turning back.
And above all,
don't open the box.
He needs for you to open
the box, but don't.
It's now up to you to stop this.
Please.
Go to the central
subway station.
At the south end,
wait for the last car.
Tell Joey I sent you.
He'll show you to them.
Please.
Please do it for us.
Open it?
Open what?
[Music-box song plays]
[Rumbling]
Aah!
Aah! Aah!
Don't think for a moment
you are not in danger.
Aah!
Aah!
[Telephone rings]
Hello.
[Heavy breathing]
MARLA:
Help us, Amy.
What?
I'm looking for Joey.
He's in the back.
MAN:
Yeah!
Ah.
A person committed
to a just cause.
Another seeker of the truth,
no doubt.
Are you Joey?
I've been called worse.
I have the pleasure
of meeting...
Amy Klein.
Amy Klein.
Somebody named Marla
sent me here to talk to you.
Mm?
I'm looking for a girl
named Katia.
And a man.
A man named Winter.
The plot thickens.
Don't tell me you're mixed up
with those motherfuckers.
Oh, jeez.
Moral-quandary time.
What should he do?
What should he do?
Why don't you just tell me
what you know about the Deaders?
You first.
What do you think they do?
I think they bring
the dead back to life.
Who are they, Joey?
Some say he's like
this f***ed-up guru.
Some think he's not human,
or they think he's not real.
But they all live together
in this house.
Those who believe, I mean.
Where is it?
If you don't tell me,
someone here will.
You know, that's the problem.
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