Hellraiser: Hellseeker Page #2

- Where did you get this?

- See if you can open it, Kirsty.

I can't believe you got me a

present. You wrapped this yourself?

Hello?

Hello?

- Miss me?

- You scared the sh*t out of me.

What's this?

This innocent bit is

getting a little old.

Don't you think?

Sit.

Don't make me beat you.

Where is it?

Where's what?

You'd usually have it up

and running by now.

Oh, yeah.

You're a bad boy, huh?

Yeah, that's the Trevor I know.

Get off me.

Come on, get up, get up.

- You're kidding me.

- No, I'm not.

You have definitely

got a screw loose.

You can say good-bye

to that promotion.

That's it, Trevor.

That's a good boy.

Oh, that's a good boy.

I know what you like.

Oh, Trevor!

Oh, yeah. That's it.

Yeah!

Come on, Trevor.

We're all here for you, Trevor.

Hey, little boy,

do you like what you see?

That's it, Trevor.

That's perfect, Trevor. Yeah.

- Gwen! No!

- Trevor! Trevor!

Help! Help!

Gwen! Gwen.

Help me! Help me!

No! No!

Must be nice.

- What?

- Getting paid for doing sh*t.

You don't understand.

I've got some seriously

weird sh*t going on.

The accident f***ed you

more than I thought.

Hey, you know what?

I'm gonna hook you up, man.

She'll take one look at you

and know exactly...

what you need.

And look busy, all right?

Anybody seen Gwen?

Just relax.

Let the needles

connect to your soul.

These headaches

you've been getting.

Do they happen in conjunction

with the hallucinations?

Sort of. My head's been in constant

pain ever since the accident.

And it seems to increase whenever

I get those, you know...

- Dreams?

- No, more like nightmares, really.

- It just seems so real.

- That's your subconscious talking.

It's trying to tell you something

about your waking life.

So, what's the mirror for?

To help you look into your soul.

I can see into your soul.

You feel desperate.

Trapped by a wife who

suffocates you with forgiveness.

You're looking for a way out.

- Yeah.

- Something final.

Without remorse.

Without regret.

Wherever there is hate,

violence, depravity...

a door will always be found.

This musical puzzle...

created by a Frenchman,

named Lemarchand.

It is a means to break

the surface of the real.

Which do you find

more exhilarating, Trevor?

The pain or the pleasure?

Personally I prefer pain.

Is there something wrong?

No.

No, I'm okay.

Should I get that for you?

- Hello?

- Detective Givens, Lange's partner.

I don't understand. How can this be

a homicide when there's no murder?

The last time anybody saw her,

she was alive. You think she's dead.

Hey, Detective.

I saw my wife drown in our car.

Yeah. Right.

I've done my homework on you. You

are smart with numbers, aren't you?

- Where are you going with this?

- How many zeros...

was your wife's worth?

- We had nothing.

- No, you had nothing.

She had a nice little inheritance

stashed away for a rainy day.

I'm sorry, what?

Don't play f***ing stupid with me.

Kirsty's father and Uncle Frank...

had several sizable financial

holdings when they passed away...

under some rather

unusual circumstances.

You know, I don't know. Kirsty

never liked to talk about her past.

Well, maybe that's because

she didn't really trust you.

It seems that she's the sole

beneficiary, so if Kirsty's dead...

like you seem so f***ing certain...

well, then I guess it all...

it all goes to you, Trev.

I swear to God, man.

I don't know anything about that.

My partner...

Detective Lange, he's softer

around the heart than I am. Me...

I'm hard. When I get a feeling

about something, I'm usually right.

I get a bad feeling

about you, Trev.

Real bad.

You're obsessed with that thing.

God forbid you let one event go...

unrecorded.

Come to bed. Please?

Please. It's our anniversary,

Trevor, come on.

First things first.

Just like I thought.

Nothing.

Hey.

- Hey.

- Can I...

borrow something?

- Yeah, sure. What do you want?

- You.

You know, I'm feeling kind

of weird here, you know?

God!

It's getting hot in here,

you know?

You are being kind of... weird.

It's almost like...

Almost somebody else.

Tie me up.

Come here.

Come on.

That's it.

All problems solved.

Oh, man, you're...

I have some serious space issues.

What did you want?

Right.

We need to talk, you know,

about what we did last night.

- What?

- Who the f*** is it?

- Who's in there with you?

- Are you having a nervous breakdown?

Hey. What can we do

for you, chief?

Who are you?

If you know Tawny,

you better know me, pal.

I'm sorry. It's my mistake.

Talk to you later.

Let's make it much later.

Get in.

Hey, we're not in right now. Leave

a message after the beep. Thanks.

This is Detective Lange.

We need to talk as soon as possible.

There's been an interesting

twist in the puzzle.

I'm telling you right now.

Sure as I am standing here.

- No. I'm not concealing. Why?

- It's done.

What are you doing

to find my wife?

Well, I can assure you we're doing

everything in our power to find her.

This investigation is gonna take

some time. I need your cooperation.

What about that message

you left on my answering machine?

What's your relationship

with Gwen Stevens?

What?

Yeah, thanks.

So that's all for me?

- She was my boss.

- And that's it?

Yeah, that's it.

- What did he tell you?

- Nothing.

We leave no stone unturned

around here, Trevor.

- You think I did it.

- Hey, I'm on your side here.

Would you please tell me

what the f*** is going on?

I wish I knew.

Yeah, I bet.

Once you choose to open the box

and unleash its power...

there is no returning. Now,

are you willing to pay the price?

No, the price is far greater.

But you'll learn that.

They all do.

Hey.

- You okay?

- Yeah. I was just, you know...

Can I get you anything?

No, no. I'm okay.

You okay?

I don't know, Allison, I think

I really screwed everything up.

Come on, Trevor,

you can't blame yourself.

I miss her.

I miss my wife.

Sounds like you're remembering

more and more.

That's a good thing, Trevor.

Maybe you're not the angel

that you thought you were.

Come on, you're going to

get through this, Trevor.

Hey, Bret. Come here.

- We need to talk.

- Look, I'm really, really busy.

I've got a stack of reports due

by 3. The suits are all over my ass.

- What did you tell the police?

- Nothing they didn't already know.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I didn't tell them anything new.

Hey, Bret, why don't you help me

out here, man? I think I did it.

- Did what?

- Killed Kirsty.

I've got a report to do.

- Let's make yourself at home.

- Oh, I already have.

Oh, yes.

Why are you here, Detective?

We found this curious object not too

far from the site of the accident.

No prints. Forensics scraped a little

dark residue that was caked on it.

Wanna take a guess

what they found?

Ah, no, but something tells me

that you're gonna tell me.

Blood, Trevor.

Match the one we took from your car.

Can you tell me anything about it?

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