Hellraiser III - Hell on Earth

(Tyres screech)

(Siren)

You want it?

Is it yours?

No, not mine.

Yours.

How much do you want for it?

Whatever you think it's worth.

Exactly the figure I had in mind.

Take pleasure in it.

(Woman) 'Most nights,

this inner city emergency room

'would be a chaos of blood, panic

and grace under pressure,

'but, tonight, as you see,

'it's as if death took a holiday.'

It's a mystery to me, a mystery how those

a**holes at Assignment knew it.

This is Joey Summerskill,

for Channel 8, Emergency Room.

Very bored, no story,

no life,

really, really pissed off.

(Sighs)

Break it down, Doc, it's a wrap.

Joey, rein it in, kid.

They couldn't have known.

I know, I know.

It's just so... neat, isn't it?

My first gig that isn't kindergarten kids

or diet gurus is taken away from me.

Well, like you say, it's a mystery,

but that's all it is, a mystery.

Not malice. You really think the station

bought off every accident victim in the city?

(Mobile rings)

- Speak.

- (Woman) 'Doc, 24th and Cedar - fast.

'Hostage situation.'

- Joey's here. Can we go together?

- 'No need. Martin's there.

'Hurry. We got an ambulance to beat.'

Better hurry, Doc.

A real story with a real reporter.

Joey, look, can I take you home?

I can go by your place.

You'll miss the money shots. No.

I'll catch a bus. Don't worry.

OK, but be careful.

And lighten up. The story of your life

could be around the corner.

It is the story of my life.

(Distant siren)

- Let's go!

- 10mg IV!

(Girl) It wasn't my fault.

- Ever seen anything like this before?

- Sure.

Help me.

(Girl) It's got nothing to do with me.

What are you going to do?

Don't hurt him!

Oh, God!

Wait, I'm a reporter.

Tell me what happened.

- (Cries of pain)

- Sorry, you can't go in.

Wait! Wait, please. I need to talk to you.

I wasn't even with him!

Look, lady, I told you, it's not my problem.

I was just there, right?

- Where?

- The Boiler Room.

- Can I go now?

- What is the Boiler Room? Where is it?

(Crash)

Stay away from him!

Get away from him!

(Cries of pain)

(Electricity crackling)

(Screaming)

(Gasps)

(Continuous beep)

(Coughing)

'Tell us about your book.'

'Tell us about your book.'

See? This is what I mean.

Your technique, it's all wrong.

- What do you mean, technique?

- Hardly any thigh.

An inch more flesh, the boys upstairs get

hot - bingo, you're an anchorwoman.

Oh, come on, Brad, give her a break.

This may be a surprise to you, Brad,

but I want to do this the right way.

Tight stories not tight skirts.

- Right, right. Like last night's news.

- I know what I saw.

This is TV. No pictures, no story.

There is a story out there.

You going to card me or what?

(Girl) Ten dollars, please.

(Soup Dragons:
Divine Thing)

But I should have known

that you were the Devil

Dressed like

a sweet, sweet, sweet divine thing d

Excuse me.

- Can I help?

- I'm looking for a pretty girl.

JP Monroe. That way.

(Armoured Saint:
Hanging Judge)

I have a soul

That's been lost in the climb

Too many times

Painful dwelling

Only left wondering

I won't hold a grudge

I'll face the hanging judge

No reason to stall

You might as well call

The hanging judge... d

I'm looking for a girl. She's got dark hair,

dark eyes, about this tall.

- She's really pretty.

- That doesn't help.

- I heard she might be JP's girlfriend.

- It could be Terri.

If so, JP will be in the restaurant.

- How will I know JP?

- Trust me, you'll know JP.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

(d Bach:
Concerto in D Minor

for Two Violins)

Pout. Come on.

- Excuse me.

- Pout, baby, pout.

Oh, yeah.

- Excuse me.

- Oh, yeah.

Do you own this place?

And everything in it.

Right. Um...

Listen, there is this girl, maybe Terri.

Young, pretty, jet-black hair.

I think she's a regular here

and I need to find her.

I don't think I'm your type.

I'm out of grade school.

(Explosion)

(Gunfire)

(Child laughing)

(Distorted voices)

(Baby crying)

(SIowed) Wait!

Where are you going?

My daddy's still alive! He's still alive!

(Phone ringing)

Come!

Come back and save my daddy!

(Phone ringing)

- Yeah?

- 'Hi, is this Joanne Summerskill? '

- This is Joey. Who's this?

- 'You left me your card at the club.'

- Right.

- 'Right, Terri, so, what do you want? '

I want to talk to you.

Look, don't hang up, OK?

I met you the other night at the hospital.

'Yeah, well, I'll make a deal with you.

'My boyfriend threw me out, so you give me

a place to crash and I'll talk, OK? '

Yeah, sure. You mean tonight?

'Of course, tonight. Is that a problem?

You got a guy there? '

No, no, that's fine. Come now.

I was having bad dreams, anyway.

So what was your dream?

- What?

- You said you were having a bad dream.

Oh, yeah.

Well, it's not a nightmare or anything.

I...

- Well, I know what it is.

- What is it?

Why are you so interested?

- Sorry.

- No, it's OK. It's my father.

Oh, right. Well, did he used to...

No, no, nothing like that, no.

He died before I was born. Vietnam.

We don't know the details,

but I dream of death and...

trying to save him.

Man, that's great.

- Excuse me?

- I don't mean about your dad or anything.

It's... just, erm...

I don't dream. Never have.

Maybe it would help if I slept some time.

I'm just kidding.

No, it's just really neat for me

to hear about dreams. I'm jealous.

It's like everyone has another world

except for me.

It's just... me, my bag,

and a series of shithead boyfriends.

Be nice to see something else,

have a night-time world.

Hey, this is great, isn't it?

I mean, just, er...

two girls, talking,

having a conversation.

Good coffee.

- You got a cigarette?

- Uh, yeah, just a second.

Great, thanks.

- Are you going to have one?

- I'm trying to quit.

Go on. What the f***, huh?

Do you think you're going to live forever?

(Sighs)

Oh, you want to talk about that, huh?

Something awful happened to that boy

and I have to know what it was.

Look, I don't know anything, all right?

I come out of the club,

the kid's already lying in the street.

- Did you know him?

- No.

OK, I've seen him in the club

a couple of times.

He's a punkhead. I never really danced

with him or anything.

And he was a thief.

He must have taken it from a statue.

- Taken what?

- That thing.

He's lying in the street, moaning,

and pointing at it.

But the chains, where did they come from?

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

He said it came out of this.

(Man) So, when do you wanna go in?

Hey, hold on a sec.

All done, Mr Monroe.

Huh. What a dick.

Why are we here? Want a cigarette?

Sure.

(Thud)

(Clicking)

(Creaking)

Oh, what the...

(Rumbling)

(Clicking)

- Aargh! Aargh!

- (Squealing)

Get off!

- Aaargh!

- (Squealing)

B*tch!

(Squelching)

Whoa!

(Coughing)

- Did I sleep through an earthquake?

- I thought I'd make breakfast.

Oh, that's really nice of you, Terri.

Can I ask, is it always this exploratory?

Uh, I don't know.

It's my first time. I'm a kitchen virgin.

- I'll boil some water.

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