Hellraiser: Revelations
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- Year:
- 2011
- 75 min
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- Did you bring the beers?
- Yes.
Can you get a shot of downtown LA
before we... say good bye to it forever?
Bye, LA!
The plan is to get,
to get your dick wet.
All right?
- Is that OK with you?
- F*** yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
I swear I won't tell your mother.
Or... or Emma.
Don't tell her.
- I'll never say a word.
...divulge all of it or not.
All of the times that
I've picked your drunk ass up.
All of the times when
you've been looking for...
- ...a little bit of...
- For a rubber? Yeah?
You always gotta
get back to my sister.
Don't, don't f*** with me.
Are we rolling?
This is gonna be an epic journey.
My name is Nico Bradley
and this is my best friend,
Steven Craven.
We're about to get laid.
Multiple times over.
At Disneyland?
You can get laid at Disneyland.
But we're not going to Disneyland.
And when were you gonna tell me this?
I was gonna,
I was gonna tell you at the border.
At... the Mexican border?!
- Yo! Yes! Yes!
- No way.
- Donkey show in Tijuana!
- What?
- Tijuana! Yeah!
- No.
- Yo!
- Bullshit. That sh*t's all fake.
Truth or urban legend?
Urban legend, all the way.
No. It's the truth, baby.
All right, I say we hit
the main drag in Tijuana,
and we bang the first bow-legged hooker
we can find.
- Screw that. I wanna get wasted.
- Oh!
Do you hear that, Mrs. Craven?
Steven wants to get wasted.
Dude, stop it. That's not cool.
Not cool.
- It's OK. It's OK.
- Turn it off.
- Little Stevie's gonna get wasted.
- No.
It's OK, Mommy dearest, we're gonna
get his knob gobbled before midnight.
Be cool. Turn it off.
F***, dude!
The f***ing car, man,
it's been jacked!
I don't believe this!
I don't f***ing believe this!
Look at this sh*t!
Why don't we get the f*** outta here?
Turn the f***ing camera off, dude.
Hey, Steven...
- I think I got it.
- Show me.
What was that?
It's Mexico, bro.
Tons of churches.
No, that's not the churches.
Whoa.
What the f*** is going on?
Who the f*** are you
and what do you want?!
The box.
Take it, it's yours.
Just get the f*** outta here.
- No.
- Nico!
You opened it.
Summoned us.
- And we came.
- Came for what?! Who the f*** are you?!
We came for you, Nico.
We are the light in the darkness,
and paths to higher sensation.
Guardians of ultimate experience.
- And now you will come with us.
- What?
What? No, no, no!
I'm not going anywhere! No!
Go on, get outta here.
Help me, man, help!
I thought so.
That's Steven's.
It's nothing.
You know, you keep saying that,
but this is the third time
- Can I see?
- It's nothing.
Whatever.
Dad said to come get you.
- He just buzzed the Bradleys in.
- I'll be right there.
Ha-ha!
- Hey, where's your mom, sweetie?
- She's, uh... in Steven's room.
- Hey!
- Hi.
How's Sarah doing?
Oh, you know,
she has some days better than others.
She's not exactly her old self, but...
- Go on, Ross.
- Why don't I open a bottle, huh?
- Yeah.
- Great idea.
Mmm-mm. You've really
outdone yourself, Ross.
Excellent, excellent meal.
Thank you.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
Cheers, honey.
So, more wine?
Sure.
Do you have to ask?
- Nice try.
- Come on, Dad.
Can't a girl live a little?
We all know where that got our boys.
- Peter, not now.
- What?
You know, I don't really get it.
You guys, you sit around,
you have your gourmet meals,
and you pretend
like there's nothing wrong.
But you never talk about
Steven and Nico.
- Emma!
- She's right.
We've always avoided the subject.
Now's not the time.
Why don't we ever talk about them?
- Emma, please.
- "Please" what, Dad?
Please forget that I had a brother?
Please forget that my boyfriend
disappeared with him?
You know what? I wanna talk about it
and I wanna talk about it now.
- Me too.
- Good!
I mean, you hired a Pl, right?
And, well, what did he find?
Why is Mom always in Steven's room?
Like what is on that video camera?
Shut up!
Excellent work, Emma.
- Maybe you should go to your room.
- I'm not a child.
Then why do you behave like one?
An adult would've shown some sympathy
and kindness towards your mother
instead of worrying about herself
the whole time.
Save the shrink talk
for your clients, Dad.
F***ing a**holes.
This just in.
There is no better buzz
than a tequila buzz.
- That is true. In all of Mexico.
- Oh!
We're in Tijuana! Can you believe it?
- Tijuana!
- Tijuana!
I do some more shots here.
They don't want that in there.
- Shots!
- Shots!
Here we go.
- To... to Tijuana!
- To Tijuana!
That's right. Okay.
Hey, Mr. DJ.
Love that. Love that. Oh.
Whoa!
Hang on. I'm gonna take her home.
She's gonna be my souvenir from Mexico.
- Yes. Yes.
- We're gonna do shots.
- Hi.
- Hello. Nice to meet you.
- You look very beautiful.
- Hola. Yes. You are very beautiful.
- Do you speak...
- I'll be your boyfriend. I'm not...
You habloso English?
She doesn't understand
a word I'm saying.
- Yeah! That's nice.
- We're connecting, we're communicating!
This is Steven and I am Bob.
How are you?
What's your name? Uh, name-o?
- We're gonna do a shot.
- Right now
Whoa!
Viva... Viva la Mexico.
- Viva la Tijuana!
- Viva la Mexico!
OK, here we go.
Oh, yeah.
- Thumbs up.
- That is gross.
- Like a champ. Like a pro.
- That is awful.
That's what I'm talking about.
I think she likes being videotaped.
I think she does.
Do you like being videotaped?
You wanna be videotaped?
- Do you like being videotaped?
- No, we're not going to do that.
- Why not?
- 'Cause you won't be there.
I'm not gonna do that
with you around.
Nico?
Nico?
What the f***, man?!
That's my girlfriend, dude!
F*** you, dude.
You always do this to me, Nico.
F***.
Oh, f***.
Got it almost there.
Oh, my God.
Oh, sh*t.
- Get up, Stevie.
- How much did I drink?
Get the f*** up. Come on, come on,
come on. I wanna go. Let's go.
- Where's the chick?
- Doesn't matter.
Was she like totally into you?
Oh, sh*t. She was a hooker.
F***ing puta.
Come on, I wanna get some breakfast,
let's go. Let's go!
How much did she cost you, dude?
Oh, sh*t! Oh, she's still here!
Gotta get my lame ass up.
Yeah. Come on, OK, let's go.
Come on, let's get out the door.
Right now.
OK!
Is she OK?
Hey?
What did you do?
What the f*** did you do?!
I didn't do anything.
It was a total accident, OK?!
Accident? You guys were f***ing.
She's f***ing dead!
- How is that an accident?
- I don't know, OK?!
I don't know what happened, she hit
her head or something. I don't know!
I was drunk. So were you.
We gotta tell the cops, dude.
What, are you f***ing crazy, man?!
You know what they do
to gringos in Mexico?
- You said it was an accident.
- That's not what it looks like.
You wanna spend the rest of your life
in a Mexican prison, that's fine with me
but I don't want to!
I didn't have
anything to do with this.
Really? That's not what it looks like.
Check the video.
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