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 get

a 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

of nicotine and patchouli oil

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

ever being thanked properly

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 something

you 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.

It's where the Eurotrash kids

looking for a good time

are heading these days.

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

and started believing 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.

Now here comes a daring soul.

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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