Hellraiser Page #3

That's easily arranged, but first,

back into bed.

- It's important. It really is...

- First things first.

We'll get you a telephone

after we've talked.

What about this?

Ring any bells?

You were hanging on to it

like grim death.

I don't remember.

Well, the police will want

to speak to you. You know that.

Oh, Christ!

In the meantime, maybe this

will jog your memory.

Sh*t!

The box. You opened it.

We came.

It's just a puzzle box!

Oh, no.

- It is a means to summon us.

- Who are you?

Explorers in the further regions

of experience.

Demons to some.

Angels to others.

I was a mistake!

I didn't mean to open it!

It was a mistake!

You can all go to hell!

We can't.

Not alone.

You solved the box.

We came. Now you must come

with us.

Taste our pleasures.

Please...

go away and leave me alone!

Oh, no tears, please.

It's a waste of good suffering.

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Wait, please, wait!

No time for argument.

You've done it before, right?

Many, may times.

To a man called Frank Cotton?

Oh, yes.

He escaped you.

- Nobody escapes us.

- He did. I've seen him. I've seen him.

- Impossible!

- He's alive!

Supposing he had escaped us.

What has that to do with you?

I can... I can lead you to him.

And you can take him back

instead of me.

Perhaps we prefer you.

I want to hear him confess himself,

then maybe...

maybe...

But if you cheat us.

We'll tear your soul apart.

She'll tell them everything..

I don't think so.

She'll want to warn Larry first.

That's probably her now.

- Or the police.

- It doesn't make any difference.

Don't you care?

What I care about is

a new skin.

- Maybe we should just leave.

- Like this? Look at me.

We can't just stay here.

My brother will be home soon.

What is it?

I don't know where to begin.

What are you talking about?

It's best you see for yourself.

I left her here safe and sound.

I even locked the door.

Well, she's not here now.

I'll start looking for her.

Maybe she's gone back to...

to her father's house..

Daddy?

Daddy, it's me, Kirsty!

Let me in!

Daddy, let me in!

Kirsty? It's very late.

Where is my dad?

- What's the matter?

- I want to see my father!

Of course.

Where is he?

Where is he?!

Daddy?

Daddy?,

- Daddy, you're all right.

- Sure I am. Sure I am.

- You're okay!

- It's okay.

I was so afraid that

something happened to you.

I know, I know.

- I need to talk to you.

- Yes?

It's okay, baby, Julia told me

everything.

Oh, no, see...

your brother Frank is upstairs.

He's upstairs and he's trying

to kill you. He's trying to kill you.

No, wait, wait, wait.

Whatever did Frank

was unspeakable.

Unspeakable.

But believe me,

it's finished with now.

Why is it finished?

He's gone.

What's gone mean?

He's dead, Kirsty.

He was insane, baby.

A mad dog. Had to put him

out of his misery.

Jesus, what a scene.

And, when I'm feeling better,

I'll go to the police and try

to make them understand.

God knows...

I don't really understand myself.

Did he hurt you, baby?

No, I'm okay.

He's better off dead.

Poor Frank.

I don't believe this.

- I don't believe this.

- Believe it.

I need to see him.

- No, you don't.

- Yes, I do!

Yes!

Show her.

We want the man who did this.

No.

No, that wasn't the deal.

He's my father and you can't

have him. No!

Move!

Kirsty...

Move!

What's the matter?

There's no time.

No way, no way, I told you

all that's over with now.

No, it's not!

We've got to get out of here!

No, stay with us.

We can all be happy here.

No.

Come to daddy.

Oh, my God!

Come...

to daddy.

- Ah!

- Frank!

Well...

so much for the cat

and mouse sh*t!

No!

Not me!

It's nothing personal, baby.

Where are you, beautiful?

Come out, come out,

wherever you are.

Oh, my God!

Daddy.

Daddy!

No, don't mourn him.

He was dead long before

we ever touched him.

- Bastard!

- Now, hush now.

Everything's all right.

Frank is here.

Bastard!

Your dear old Uncle Frank.

What the hell is that?

Frank.

No!

We have to hear it

from your own lips.

This isn't for your eyes.

You set me up, b*tch!

Jesus wept.

Not leaving us so soon, are you?

We have such sights to show you.

Oh, sh*t!

No!

- Don't do that!

- Go to hell!

Kirsty!

Kirsty!

No.

Steve!

oh, sh*t!

Oh, Kirsty! Thank God

you're okay.

Let's get the hell out of here!

Now!

Oh, no!

Oh, God! No!

Open!

Steve! No!

What's your pleasure, sir?

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