Hellraiser: Hellseeker
No, no!
Stop, stop!
Cut it out!
Stop!
- What's the matter?
- Nothing.
I just haven't seen you laugh
like this in a long time.
That's... it's nice.
I miss it.
I miss it, too.
We're gonna work
this out, right?
Trevor, I hope it's everything
you want it to be.
It will be. It will be.
Oh, sh*t!
Calm down.
Trevor! Trevor!
Help me! Somebody!
No! No!
No! No!
It's nice to see you again.
It's okay, Trevor.
You're safe now.
Where's Kirsty?
Where's my wife?
This should help you relax.
Just relax, okay?
Trevor?
Trevor!
Trevor. Wake up, Trevor.
- It's imperative that you stay calm.
- As you can see...
the thinnest layer of cortex
separates the part of the brain...
that feels pleasure from the part
of the brain that feels pain.
Over the course
of this procedure...
I will be triggering memories,
disrupting the unconscious.
So our patient may
experience some distress.
- What are you people doing to me?
- Now just relax, Trevor.
We're helping you.
Helping you remember.
Welcome back.
How are those headaches?
Any change in the intensity?
Oh, man, what happened?
- My name is Allison.
- You a dream too, Allison?
- Still hallucinating, huh?
- No, I was there before.
It looked like a dream,
but it just felt so...
Real?
Yeah.
It's probably
the morphine, Trevor.
We're going to run tests to pinpoint
what's causing your headaches.
With the kind of head trauma
you suffered...
you're lucky to be here at all.
- I wanna see you through this.
- I'm gonna take your word on it.
Hello, Trevor,
back again, huh?
- What seems to be the trouble?
- He's complaining of headaches...
blackouts, hallucinations,
acute memory loss.
- I recommend that we admit him.
- I don't see any abnormalities.
Time to ween you off those painkillers.
Wouldn't want you getting hooked.
Start coming to the hospital for
getting a fix. We can't have that.
I'm going to release you. Save
this bed for someone who needs it.
Hey, Doc, where's Kirsty?
Where's my wife?
That's what I'd like to know.
I knocked.
What do you mean she's missing?
Oh, it's not like we're going
to stop looking, Mr. Gooden.
- I don't give up that easy.
- Well...
what if I took you back there,
you know, and walked you through it?
We've done that already.
Over a month ago.
What?
You sure you're okay to drive?
at a bad time. Go home...
get some rest.
You look like hell warmed over.
Thanks.
Oh, one more thing.
You said you tried to pull her
out of the passenger side...
but the door was locked, right?
Well, that's strange.
Because report says...
the doors were open when
the car was pulled from the river.
you know, swam out.
Maybe. I'll double check,
could be their bad.
Anyway, gotta run.
We'll talk soon.
You sure I can't
give you a lift?
Suit yourself.
Do you mind turning that down?
Right, ah...
the music,
just mind turning that down?
Why don't you come to bed?
Hey, turn off the light.
- I love you.
- I love you too.
Well, well, well, look who
decided to show up today.
Bankers hours.
Must be nice, huh?
Hey, what happened
to you yesterday?
Boss came by looking for you after
you left. She didn't look happy.
Hey, I got a...
You got a piece of ass,
didn't you?
That's why you didn't come back
from lunch. We'll call it a...
personal day, okay?
Right, look, forget
I said anything, okay? Just...
get some numbers going,
any numbers at all will do.
Hills have eyes, remember?
We're all here for you, Trev.
I can see into your soul.
Hey!
to low blood sugar levels, Trev.
Yeah.
Grab yourself a cookie.
Come on!
Now what?
See anything you like?
Well, do you?
Come on, speak up.
I'm trying to run a business here.
Right, I'm sorry. I was just
kind of spaced for a second.
- Well, don't let it happen again.
- Right.
- I may have to get rough with you.
- What?
I know what you like.
Come on, Trevor.
- It's me, Gwen.
- It's just moving a little too fast.
Don't tell me Mr. Mario Andretti
is giving me a speeding ticket.
Hey, wait, my wife just died,
you know. We can...
I know.
It's perfect.
Oh, yeah.
That's it, Trevor.
- What the hell are we doing?
- Nothing we haven't done before.
We'll pick this up later.
Now get some f***ing
work done.
We're watching you.
Oh, my God.
Oh, yeah.
That's it, Trevor.
Oh, yeah.
That's it, Trevor.
- Oh, yeah. That's it, Trevor.
- What the f***?
Hello?
Trevor, this is Detective Lange.
It's about your wife.
Trevor, are you there?
Hello? Trevor?
Thank you for
coming down, Trevor.
- How's that head of yours feeling?
- It's a lot better, thanks.
We still haven't been able
to locate your wife.
Although Missing Persons turned up
some evidences that suggest...
...foul play may have been involved.
- Foul play, what?
For one thing. There were
no skid marks on the bridge.
The tires were all intact,
and from what we can tell...
there's nothing wrong. The car was
driven off the bridge intentionally.
I just, I just lost control.
And I swerved.
We went off the bridge. I tried
to get her out, but I couldn't...
Is there anything that
might have happened...
just before that accident
that you haven't mentioned?
Look, I've told you everything
I could remember. I'm sorry...
Don't take it the wrong way. I'm
just a guy trying to do a job here.
I mean,
between your head injury and...
and the fact that you're still on
some strong pain medication...
you may have forgot something
that could help us and...
everything you have told us could
just be the medication talking.
So, we'll be revisiting
things a lot around here.
No, no, no!
Trevor, you still in there?
- She was trapped inside.
- Well, apparently, she got out.
And therein lies a problem.
I won't keep you.
If we have any more questions...
you'll get a call from myself
or my partner, Detective Givens.
You guys know something that I don't?
All things considered, we probably
know a lot less than you do.
Have a good afternoon, Trevor.
Yeah.
What's the matter, boy?
Sh*t!
What's happening?
I did it.
Well, what do you think?
I was going to get it on my ass,
but I thought this was sexier.
- Yeah, that's...
- I knew you'd like it.
You know, I'm sorry, I...
I'm having a weird day.
- Really weird.
- Okay.
It's definitely missing a woman's
touch that it used to have.
Yeah. Well...
Well, if you feel like...
talking or whatever,
you know where I am.
- Are you okay?
- Not at all.
Strange, strange, strange.
- How do you feel?
- What are you talking about?
It's our anniversary, Trevor,
it's been five years.
- How do you feel?
- I feel great. Why wouldn't I?
I've got something planned for you.
I've been planning it a long time.
Planning what? Why don't you
just come to bed, Trev? Please?
First things first.
I have a little gift for you.
Something to remind you
just how much you mean to me.
I can't believe you got me
a present. It's beautiful!
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