Hellraiser III - Hell on Earth Page #2

- No, I'll do it.

No, no, it's OK. I like boiling water.

It's a speciality of mine.

Look, why don't you go watch some...

some cartoons?

This is a really great place.

This is yours? You, like, own this?

Well, the bank owns it,

but I'm working on it.

I haven't even had a place of my own

since I was 15.

Ow, ow.

What a great view. This is a great view.

Would you look at this?

Well, actually I'm pretty familiar

with the view. But it is good.

You know, over to the left,

you can... see...

I love it here.

I have to solve this thing.

I have to find out what's going on.

- You mentioned a statue.

- Yeah, I found it.

- I knew he'd like it.

- Oh, wait a minute. He, who? The kid?

No, JP, my last boyfriend.

He owns a club.

You know, you were there.

- He bought the statue.

- That you found.

What do you mean, you found it?

Well, there's a store. It's really hip.

Lots of weird sh*t in there.

I don't know, I saw this statue pillar thing...

I knew he'd love it. You've seen the club.

Would you know the place

if you saw it again?

- Sure. Why?

- We're going shopping.

- Maybe they're closed today.

- (Man) Closed every day.

Owner's in Hawaii.

Been there about a month.

Bull. My boyfriend bought something here

last week.

Couldn't have.

- Are you sure?

- Sure. Lived here 20 years.

I see everything. Come on.

(Dog yelping and growling)

Dead end.

Still, there's a back door, right?

Five seconds, we're browsing.

Wow. I didn't think this place

would be like this.

These places are always all show.

Do you break into a lot of art galleries?

I break in anywhere if it's raining

and I need a place to sleep.

So what are we looking for?

Anything. Contacts, clues...

Anything.

Oh, this is going to take forever. (Sighs)

How much do you think

your ex paid for that?

Whatever it took. Why?

Because this place is a scam.

Half the stuff was picked up for pennies.

School art classes, bankruptcy sales...

And closed-down lunatic asylums.

Property of the Shanard Institute.

Hey, Joey.

- Yeah?

- Check it out.

It's the box. (Giggles)

(Rock music)

Ooh, ouch, hubba, hubba...

Hi, baby.

- Welcome.

- You're JP Monroe, right?

- Right.

- And this is your club?

- Right again.

- Great club. I love it here.

- Thank you.

- Thank you for the rose.

That's a prize. You won it. I only award that

to a woman of exceptional beauty.

Lots of girls here

are better looking than I am.

No, no, no, no, no. Don't do that.

Don't put yourself down.

If you have a quality,

you should be proud of that.

Let that define you, whatever it is.

(Heavy breathing)

Aaargh!

(Laughing)

It's Joey Summerskill again.

For half an hour you've been dicking me

around about this tape.

I know it's late. I don't want to have

to get my station manager involved.

So, for the last time,

please get me whoever is in charge

of the Shanard video archives?

Thank you. Of course I'll hold.

Dr Fallan, how nice of you to take my call.

Can you hold on for a second?

Terri! What are you doing?

Can you just wait two seconds?

Dr Fallan, so sorry.

Michael? We need the Kirsty Cotton tape.

Your assistant has all the details.

OK, thanks a lot.

Bye-bye.

Yeah!

So, you got what you needed.

So, I guess we're all done.

So, uh...

So long.

Where will you go?

Look, you know there's a spare room

and you can always stay.

If you want.

You're more than welcome to, really.

Uh, wow, um...

That's great.

Um... I'll do breakfast.

So cool.

Radical.

Wow, you've got great taste.

This really says it, you know.

It's really... It's really dark.

- Don't you think?

- Mm-hm.

Do you mind me talking about your stuff?

Uh-uh.

If it bothers you, just say so.

- Doesn't bother me. I'm just not interested.

- Oh.

Like I'm not an interesting person?

But you gave me a rose.

And tomorrow,

I'll give one to somebody else.

Now, get dressed

and get out of here.

You sh*t.

Who do you think you are?

I'm JP Monroe, right?

You stupid b*tch, give me back my shirt

and get the f*** out of my life.

I can't f***ing believe you.

You bastard! You get me in here and...

Like you were at f***ing gunpoint,

you stupid...

You think you're some goddam prince

or something!

With your shitty little kingdom out there

and all this ugly sh*t!

(Gasps)

(Whimpers)

Aaaargh!

Jesus Christ!

Not quite.

What did you see? The same as I?

Appetite sated, desire indulged,

a miniature of the world

and how it will succumb to us.

You enjoyed the girl.

Yes...

Good. So did I.

And that's all.

No, it's not the same.

I just know, what you did,

that was f***ing evil.

(Laughs)

Oh, how uncomfortable that word must feel

on your lips, "evil", "good."

There is no good, Monroe.

There is no evil. There is only flesh

and the patterns to which we submit it.

You will help me to...

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

No f***ing way, man.

No f***ing way.

Oh, how touching.

That is the gun you used to kill your parents.

I understand. Their fortune was so tempting,

their affection so conditional,

what else could you do?

F*** you.

Now, can we talk sensibly?

(Whimpering)

No.

Don't flee from yourself.

If you have a quality, be proud of it.

Let it define you, whatever it is.

By helping me you will help yourself.

Oh, yes, you want to.

You always have.

With your paintings, your sculptures...

Look at these tawdry representations

and then imagine a world of the body

as canvas, the body as clay.

Your will and mine

as the brush and the knife.

(Man banging on door) Mr Monroe!

Mr Monroe, are you all right in there?

- Mr Monroe!

- There is a place at my right hand for you.

For a man of your tastes.

Tastes I can help you to indulge.

(Banging continues)

Flesh, power,

dominion.

Mr Monroe!

I heard some shots. Are you OK?

Everything's fine.

(Rock music pounding)

How do we start?

It has already begun.

Hey, Joey.

Wait up. Where are you going?

Oh, I need to get some fresh air.

I've been stuck in the office all day.

This just came for you.

Something for your story?

Erm... I hope so.

This story, Joey, if I can help in any way,

you've got my number, all right?

OK. Thanks.

'I don't know what the box is,

but I know what it does.

'I've said all this before.

'I saw it open. I opened it.

'And I saw what came out.

'I don't know what else to call them.

Demons.

'Demons live in the box.

'It's a gateway to Hell.

'Look, I know you don't believe me.

'I know how it sounds.

'What else? What else?

(Sobs) 'Can you turn that f***ing thing off?

'Again? The box.

'I don't know what it's for

'or who made it, or why.

'I only know what it does. It hurts.

'It hurts.

'It kind of... opens itself.

'Your fingers move and you learn.

'It wants to open, that's the thing,

'and it helps, and then they come.

'The demons.'

'She's telling the truth, Joey.'

What the...

'... and then they come, the demons.'

Man, Joey must have polished you up some.

She must be weirder than me.

(Phone)

Joey?

Not quite.

- JP?

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