Hellraiser

LARRY: You fucking ass-holes.

1ST MAN: Who are you calling a fucking ass- hole? It's this bastard bed that's your fucking problem!

LARRY: Christ!

1ST MAN: What's the problem?

LARRY: My fucking hand!

LARRY: Wait! Wait! Watch the fucking paint work.

1ST MAN: Look, do you want the bed in or not?

LARRY: Just take it slowly.

1ST MAN: Oh, sod you.

2ND MAN: Will you sign for the bed?

KIRSTY: Sure.

KIRSTY: What's happening?

2ND MAN: We're leaving.

KIRSTY: Where's my father?

2ND MAN: It's my lucky day.

KIRSTY: Hi.

2ND MAN: Want to buy a bed?

KIRSTY: Not much.

2ND MAN: Oh.

LARRY: Julia's my second wife.

2ND MAN: Lucky man.

LARRY: Damn right. Now are we going to move the bed or not?

2ND MAN: That your daughter?

LARRY: Uh-huh.

2ND MAN: Got her mother's looks.

LARRY: Her mother's dead.

LARRY: Alright, let's give it another try.

2ND MAN: Do you really need this bed, lady?

2ND MAN: Eh, Chas, slow it down like the man says.

LARRY: It'll go in.

CENOBITE: We've got such sights to show you --

KIRSTY: You can keep them.

CENOBITE: Just in time.

KIRSTY: Stay the fuck away from me.

CENOBITE: We want the man who did this --

KIRSTY: No. That wasn't the deal.

CENOBITE: Suppose he HAD slipped us. What significance has that?

KIRSTY: I could lead you right to him. You could take him back to Hell instead of me.

CENOBITE: Nobody escapes us.

KIRSTY: HE did. I've seen him.

CENOBITE: No time for argument.

KIRSTY: You did this before, right?

CENOBITE: Many times.

KIRSTY: To a man called Frank Cotton?

KIRSTY: Let me alone, will you?

CENOBITE: No tears please. It's a waste of good suffering.

CENOBITE: He doesn't see us, or hear us. We belong to you, Kirsty. And you to us.

KIRSTY: No!

KIRSTY: This isn't for real.

CENOBITE: You solved the box. We came. Now you must come with us. Taste our pleasures.

CENOBITE: The box... you opened it. We came.

KIRSTY: It's just a puzzle box.

CENOBITE: It's a means to summon us -- it's called the Lament Configuration.

KIRSTY: Who are you?

CENOBITE: Cenobites. Explorers in the further regions of experience. Demons to some. Angels to others.

KIRSTY: Well, I didn't mean to open that thing. You can go back wherever you came from.

DOCTOR: You were holding onto it like grim death.

KIRSTY: I don't remember.

DOCTOR: Well the police are going to want to speak to you. You know that.

KIRSTY: Oh Christ.

DOCTOR: We'll get you a phone as long as you promise to stay put.

KIRSTY: Please listen to me --

DOCTOR: First things first. You can have a telephone when we've talked. Do you know who did this to you?

DOCTOR: Please. Get back into bed.

KIRSTY: I have to speak to my father.

DOCTOR: That's easily arranged. But first, back into bed.

KIRSTY: It's important.

DOCTOR: You took quite a beating. You must lie down.

KIRSTY: You bastard --

FRANK: Poor baby.

KIRSTY: Bastard.

FRANK: Hush now. It's all right Frank's here.

KIRSTY: Frank --

FRANK: That's right. This is Frank you're talking to, remember? FRANK.

KIRSTY: Oh my God.

FRANK: Don't mourn him. He was dead long before we laid a finger on him.

FRANK: Come to Daddy.

KIRSTY: This isn't happening.

FRANK: Some things have to be endured...

KIRSTY: No.

FRANK: One last time. Give me the box.

KIRSTY: You want it?

FRANK: I bet you make your Daddy proud, don't you? Beautiful.

KIRSTY: This isn't happening.

FRANK: I used to tell myself that. Used to try and pretend I was dreaming all the pain. But why kid yourself? Some things have to be endured. Take it from me. And that makes the pleasures so much sweeter...

KIRSTY: Don't touch me. Or so help me --

FRANK: What? What will you do? What CAN you do? There's nothing to be frightened of.

FRANK: Kirsty. It's Frank. It's Uncle Frank.

KIRSTY: No.

FRANK: You remember.

KIRSTY: No.

FRANK: Come to Daddy.

KIRSTY: Julia!

FRANK: Kirsty?

JULIA: She'll tell them everything...

FRANK: I don't think so. She'll want Larry first.

JULIA: That's probably her now. Or the police.

FRANK: Maybe.

JULIA: Don't you care?

FRANK: There's very little I can do about it.

JULIA: Maybe we should just leave --

FRANK: Like this? Look at me! LIKE THIS?

JULIA: Well we can't just stay here --

FRANK: I need a skin. Then we leave --

FRANK: You can't love him.

JULIA: I don't.

FRANK: So where's the harm?

JULIA: I said no.

FRANK: Then find me somebody else, before they come looking.

FRANK: They took my body, but my spirit... they left that here. In the boards, in the walls. Watching the world, but not able to TOUCH it.

JULIA: And the blood let you out?

FRANK: It gave me a little chance, and I took it. They won't get me back. I'm going to live, and you're going to help me. Yes?

JULIA: Yes. They'll never find us.

FRANK: This is what began it.

JULIA: A box?

FRANK: It's not any box. It's called the Lament Configuration. It's a puzzle.

JULIA: Let me see.

FRANK: Don't touch it. It's dangerous. It opens doors.

JULIA: What kind of doors?

FRANK: To experience beyond anything ever known. At least that's what I was promised when I bought it. Pleasure from Heaven or Hell. I didn't much care which.

JULIA: Hell...

FRANK: I was bored. I'd done everything. I'd gone to the limits. There was nothing left to experience. At least nothing I could buy on earth.

JULIA: And you came back here to solve the puzzle --

FRANK: Sure. Somewhere safe. Safe. Christ! They tortured me here. In this room.

JULIA: Who did?

FRANK: The Cenobites. The creatures the box set free. Sometimes I think they're still here. Just behind the walls. Them and their hooks and their beasts. Just waiting to break out again. Except that I've got the box.

JULIA: You're still afraid.

FRANK: You would be. They tore me apart.

JULIA: So you were cheated.

FRANK: No. They gave me experiences beyond the limits. Pain and pleasure, indivisible.

FRANK: A long time.

JULIA: You promised me an explanation.

JULIA: Well?

FRANK: Better. Very much better. I'd like something to wear. And some cigarettes. Will you bring me some?

JULIA: Later.

FRANK: What?

JULIA: I want an explanation first. I want to know what happened to you.

FRANK: Not know.

JULIA: Tell me, damn you.

FRANK: Ssh. Don't want babe to hear.

JULIA: You're hurting.

FRANK: You won't cheat me will you? You'll stay with me. Help me. Then we can be together, the way we were before. We belong to each other now, for better or worse...

FRANK: Poor Larry. Obedient as ever.

JULIA: Keep your voice down.

FRANK: -- to heal me completely. Then we can be away from here, before they come looking.

JULIA: Who?

FRANK: The Cenobites. It's only a matter of time before they find I've slipped them. I have to get away from here.

FRANK: I'm hurting

JULIA: Hurting.

FRANK: My nerves... are beginning to work again.

JULIA: Good.

FRANK: One more. Maybe two --

FRANK: You can't let me stay like this. Please. You can't.

JULIA: What do you want me to do.

FRANK: The blood brought me this far. I need more of the same. Or I'll slip back...

FRANK: ...somebody...

JULIA: Ssh!

JULIA: No. God no.

FRANK: Believe me. It's me. It's really me.

JULIA: What happened to you?

FRANK: His blood... on the floor... It brought me back.

JULIA: Back from where?

FRANK: Just help, will you? Please God, help me --

FRANK: Help me.

JULIA: Tell me who you are.

FRANK: Frank.

FRANK: Julia.

JULIA: Oh my God.

FRANK: Don't look at me.

JULIA: Who are you?

FRANK: I said: don't look.

FRANK: Wedded bliss?

JULIA: I'm very happy.

FRANK: Sure you are.

JULIA: What about Larry --

FRANK: Forget him.

JULIA: Well?

FRANK: I don't want to see the dress.

JULIA: But you said --

FRANK: I don't want to see the dress.

FRANK: There is going to BE a wedding?

JULIA: Oh. Oh yes.

FRANK: Well can I come in or not?

JULIA: I'm sorry. Of course. You're very welcome.

FRANK: You're Julia, right?

JULIA: That's right. Who are you?

FRANK: I'm brother Frank.

JULIA: Oh.

FRANK: I came for the wedding.

JULIA: No, damn you --

KIRSTY: Oh my God.

JULIA: You look terrible. Have you had an accident?

KIRSTY: I was here this afternoon.

JULIA: This afternoon.

KIRSTY: I saw everything.

JULIA: I'm sorry, I don't follow. What was there to see?

JULIA: Kirsty? It's very late.

KIRSTY: Where's Daddy?

JULIA: What's the problem?

KIRSTY: I have to see my father.

JULIA: Of course. There's no need to shout.

KIRSTY: What happened?

JULIA: Just an accident. He's all right. Will you drive? He needs stitches.

KIRSTY: Sure.

JULIA: The keys are in the kitchen.

JULIA: Kirsty.

KIRSTY: Hi. I got soaked.

JULIA: There's a towel in the bathroom.

KIRSTY: Which is where?

JULIA: Just to your left.

JULIA: Dead.

LARRY: He was insane, baby: a mad dog. I put him out of his misery --

LARRY: What's wrong?

JULIA: I don't know where to begin...

LARRY: What are you talking about?

JULIA: It's better you see for yourself --

LARRY: Huh?

JULIA: Please...

LARRY: What's wrong with you?

JULIA: Please. I can't bear it...

LARRY: Oh baby.

JULIA: Don't go upstairs.

LARRY: Come with me then.

JULIA: Larry...

LARRY: What's wrong with you?

JULIA: -- I'll go see.

LARRY: No. I'll do it.

LARRY: Are you all right?

JULIA: Fine.

LARRY: Only I'll turn it off --

LARRY: Is this upsetting you?

JULIA: I've seen worse.

JULIA: Who was it?

LARRY: Kirsty.

JULIA: Just a moment. Put on some music will you babe?

LARRY: O.K.

JULIA: I'll be O.K. Just leave me be a while.

LARRY: Can I get you anything?

JULIA: Maybe a brandy.

LARRY: Sure.

JULIA: I'll be down in a minute

LARRY: O.K.

LARRY: Are you all right?

JULIA: Just feeling a bit sick.

LARRY: Oh, babe...

LARRY: Julia?

JULIA: I'm here.

LARRY: Sweetheart... I've been calling you.

JULIA: Would you excuse me? I think I'm going to go to bed.

LARRY: Are you O.K.?

LARRY: Look, I'm going to have to leave you guys to keep each other company.

JULIA: Larry....

LARRY: Anyway, it's bad luck to see too much of the bride before the wedding.

JULIA: Take it slowly.

LARRY: So damn stupid.

JULIA: You're done worse.

LARRY: I'll be scarred for life.

JULIA: No you won't.

JULIA: It's probably going to need stitches.

LARRY: I'm going to throw up.

JULIA: No, you're not.

JULIA: Is it deep?

LARRY: I don't know, I haven't looked. You know me and blood.

JULIA: You're NOT going to faint.

LARRY: Shit.

JULIA: Let me see.

JULIA: What have you done?

LARRY: I cut myself.

LARRY: How are you doing through there?

JULIA: It looks like a bomb's dropped.

LARRY: Well?

JULIA: Why not?

LARRY: We'll move in Sunday.

JULIA: He's here?

LARRY: He's BEEN here. There's stuff in the kitchen. He must have made a hasty exit.

LARRY: Where are you?

JULIA: In here.

JULIA: Larry!

LARRY: I hear you.

JULIA: All right.

LARRY: So what's the argument?

JULIA: No argument.

LARRY: Oh Christ. Julia...

LARRY: You're still blaming me.

JULIA: No. I'm not.

LARRY: You wanted to come back to London. We came back.

LARRY: You know we have to let Kirsty see this place, before we do anything to it. She'll love it.

JULIA: You mean we're moving in?

JULIA: Not exactly modern.

LARRY: We'll sell it. Sell everything.

JULIA: I thought half of it was your brother's?

LARRY: He won't complain. He can pay off some of his creditors.

JULIA: Why didn't he want to sell it?

LARRY: I don't know. Probably wanted a hideaway.

JULIA: How long since you were here?

LARRY: The best part of ten years.

JULIA: It smells damp.

LARRY: It's just been empty a while.

JULIA: Maybe somebody changed the lock.

LARRY: Like who?

JULIA: Just a thought --

LARRY: Ah!

LARRY: It's ONE of these.

JULIA: We're going to freeze to death.

LARRY: O.K. O.K.

PRUDHOE: Oh Christ.

JULIA: What's wrong?

PRUDHOE: Too much drink. Better empty my bladder.

PRUDHOE: You know, you're very beautiful.

JULIA: Am I?

PRUDHOE: You know you are. Loveliest woman I ever set eyes on.

PRUDHOE: Why don't you do the same?

JULIA: Maybe I will.

JULIA: Why don't you take off your jacket? You're warm.

PRUDHOE: Yeah, why don't I?

PRUDHOE: First time for everything.

JULIA: That's right.

PRUDHOE: I suppose not.

JULIA: I prefer the floor.

PRUDHOE: What's going on?

JULIA: We don't need a bed, do we?

PRUDHOE: This isn't the bedroom.

JULIA: No.

PRUDHOE: Is this your place ?

JULIA: Do you care ?

PRUDHOE: No, not much.

JULIA: Let's keep it that way, shall we?

PRUDHOE: No personal details?

JULIA: That's right.

PRUDHOE: Well, isn't it?

JULIA: I... suppose so, yes.

PRUDHOE: So, what's your problem? Let's get to it. You're not going to change your fucking mind ?

JULIA: No. No. Let's go upstairs.

PRUDHOE: That's more like it.

PRUDHOE: You know it's not often I... you know...

JULIA: There's a first time for everything.

PRUDHOE: I suppose that's right.

JULIA: You want something to drink?

PRUDHOE: I'm already way over my usual limit. You know, it's funny. I feel like I've known you for years.

PRUDHOE: What are you drinking?

JULIA: Just soda.

PRUDHOE: Plain soda?

JULIA: Please.

PRUDHOE: I try not to drink at lunch-time. Makes me sleepy in the afternoon. You like to keep a clear head, eh? One soda, one whisky. I do it anyway. No will-power. Got a busy afternoon?

JULIA: That depends.

PRUDHOE: Oh?

PRUDHOE: Not much fun, is it?

JULIA: What?

PRUDHOE: Drinking alone.

JULIA: Not much.

PRUDHOE: I wonder, maybe...

NURSE: Well, if you change your mind. What's this friend's name?

KIRSTY: Steve.

KIRSTY: You wouldn't believe me.

NURSE: Try me.

NURSE: What a pretty tune.

KIRSTY: My father doesn't answer. I have to go find him.

NURSE: I'm afraid you'll have to wait until the police have spoken to you. Keep trying your father; he'll answer eventually.

KIRSTY: I called another friend of mine and he's coming over. Will you let him in?

NURSE: Of course. This isn't a prison you know. Look if you'd prefer to tell ME what happened, instead of a policeman --

KIRSTY: Who brought me in here?

NURSE: I won't be a moment.

NURSE: You're awake. Good girl.

KIRSTY: What happened to me?

NURSE: I'll get the doctor.

KIRSTY: Wait a moment --

LARRY: Where are you going?

KIRSTY: I have to get out.

KIRSTY: Get the fuck out of here.

LARRY: What's the problem?

KIRSTY: PLEASE. You're in danger.

LARRY: No. It's all over.

KIRSTY: It isn't. I know what's going on here, and it isn't over --

LARRY: Poor Frank. He's better off dead.

KIRSTY: I don't believe it.

LARRY: I'm afraid it's true.

KIRSTY: I want to see.

LARRY: No you don't.

KIRSTY: Yes!

LARRY: Show her.

LARRY: It's all right, sweetheart. Julia's told me everything; and it's all right...

KIRSTY: No. You don't understand. Your brother -- Frank -- he's here in the house. And he's --

LARRY: Whatever Frank did was his error. And it's finished with now.

KIRSTY: Finished?

LARRY: He's gone.

KIRSTY: Gone?

KIRSTY: I have to talk to you.

LARRY: Of course.

LARRY: Would you... maybe call round sometime? Try to make friends.

KIRSTY: Sure.

LARRY: Maybe all she needs is some company.

LARRY: She doesn't even want to leave the house.

KIRSTY: Really?

LARRY: It's like she's waiting for something.

KIRSTY: What?

LARRY: I don't know. I don't know. It's beyond me.

LARRY: ...maybe we should never have come back.

KIRSTY: Maybe you should give it some time.

LARRY: I guess.

KIRSTY: She's not like Mom. She's... I don't know... moody. I thought that was what you liked about her.

LARRY: You don't like her at all do you?

KIRSTY: I just wanted to be sure you were O.K.

LARRY: Never better. You sleep well.

KIRSTY: Yeah.

LARRY: I love you, honey.

KIRSTY: I love you too.

LARRY: What are you drinking, love?

KIRSTY: I've forgotten.

LARRY: Steve?

LARRY: Are you O.K.?

KIRSTY: Sure.

LARRY: I'll show you around when we've got this damn bed moved.

KIRSTY: Is Julia here?

LARRY: Upstairs. Treat her gently, huh? She hates moving.

KIRSTY: Surprise.

LARRY: Kirsty.

KIRSTY: O.K. I'll be nice. You get on with the muscle work. I'll make myself some coffee.

LARRY: Kitchen's through on your left.

KIRSTY: Big house.

LARRY: You like?

KIRSTY: Me like.

KIRSTY: Great.

LARRY: Well come over, will you? See the place?

KIRSTY: Maybe later in the week. First I've got to find myself a job.

LARRY: What for, honey? You know we can look after you. You've made the gesture --

KIRSTY: It's not a gesture. I want to do this on my own. Come on, trust me a little will you?

LARRY: I do. I'd just feel happier if you were with us.

KIRSTY: I'll come over and see you in the next few days. You can show me the mansion. O.K.?

LARRY: You will keep in touch.

KIRSTY: Of course. Every day.

LARRY: O.K.

KIRSTY: Take care, Dad.

LARRY: Call me tomorrow.

KIRSTY: I will. See you.

LARRY: Well I want you to see the house.

KIRSTY: I'm not going to change my mind, Dad.

LARRY: I thought you were going to stay with us for awhile?

KIRSTY: No Dad.

LARRY: You'd like the house.

KIRSTY: YOU'D like my room.

LARRY: Do you want me to come over?

LARRY: Kirsty?

KIRSTY: I got through.

LARRY: Where are you?

KIRSTY: I found a room.

LARRY: What did you say?

KIRSTY: I said: I found a room.

LARRY: Who's there?

KIRSTY: Daddy?

STEVE: 'Bye.

KIRSTY: 'Bye.

STEVE: I'll come back later, huh?

KIRSTY: Sure. Why not?

STEVE: What?

KIRSTY: Just go. PLEASE. I'll be O.K. I'm going to go see Dad. He'll look after me --

STEVE: What did I say?

KIRSTY: Will you GO, damn you?

STEVE: What's wrong?

KIRSTY: Don't let them take me, Steve --

STEVE: I won't let anybody take you.

KIRSTY: These THINGS... they want to take me --

STEVE: What things?

KIRSTY: Steve. Thank God you came.

STEVE: What happened to you?

STEVE: Are you busy after work ?

KIRSTY: Just trying to get my apartment in order.

STEVE: Can I lend you a hand?

KIRSTY: As long as you don't mind the smell of fur --

STEVE: It's a fetish of mine.

KIRSTY: Oh!

STEVE: Are you alright ?

KIRSTY: I've been better.

STEVE: Your father told me you were working here.

KIRSTY: If I make it through the day.

STEVE: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have surprised you.

KIRSTY: No, it's good to see you.

KIRSTY: Oh no?

STEVE: Oh no.

KIRSTY: It's not what I heard.

STEVE: Well you've just been talking to the wrong people.

STEVE: I beg your pardon?

KIRSTY: There ya go. I beg your pardon?

STEVE: We're not all frigid.

STEVE: Why don't you stay at Larry's house? There's plenty of room.

KIRSTY: Yeah, there's room. And there's Julia.

STEVE: I see.

KIRSTY: She's so damn... English.

STEVE: Meaning what?

KIRSTY: Oh, I don't know. Up-tight. Frigid.

KIRSTY: You know I do know the way home.

STEVE: It's late.

KIRSTY: Not that late.

STEVE: Please. I want to see you home. All right?

KIRSTY: All right. No. That's nice.

STEVE: If there's a train.

KIRSTY: What do we do if there isn't?

STEVE: We walk.

KIRSTY: I'm here.

STEVE: I thought we'd lost you.

KIRSTY: I'm coming! Sleep well.

STEVE: Need any help?

KIRSTY: I AM house-trained.

STEVE: You're not going?

KIRSTY: Just upstairs.

KIRSTY: I won't be able to stand.

STEVE: So lie down.

STEVE: We're on the Cointreau.

KIRSTY: That's right. Cointreau.