Hellbound: Hellraiser II Page #3

KIRSTY:

Steve...

RONSON:

Don't worry. He's O.K. We sent him

home hours ago. Jeez, what a story.

He puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it.

RONSON:

What was it, kid? Smack? Angel dust?

Don't tell me acid's back in fashion?

KIRSTY:

What are you talking about? Who

are you?

RONSON:

Oh, excuse me...

RONSON reaches in his jacket and flashes an I.D.

RONSON:

Ronson. Homicide. I'm this

district's slash and dash expert.

Made a career of the nasty ones.

That's why I was at your

Dad's house. Jesus, what a mess.

KIRSTY'S eyes prick with tears. She looks away from RONSON.

KIRSTY (to herself)

Daddy...

8 INT JUNK ROOM LODOVICO STREET NIGHT

CORTEZ, a POLICE OFFICER, shifts some unpacked crates to

allow a closer look at the shriveled and deformed corpse of one

of FRANK and JULIA'S victims.

CORTEZ:

Jesus...

CORTEZ prods at the corpse with his night-stick, attempting

to turn it over. A stream of maggots pours from the mouth and

the cavity that used to be its throat.

CORTEZ jumps back in disgust and knocks against one of the

several wardrobes in the cluttered room. Another corpse flies

out at him, as decayed and flvblown as the first.

CORTEZ draws his gun and empties it blowing the corpses

head off, scattering flesh, mucus, and bone - but no blood -

everywhere before realizing it is already dead.

He realises what he has done and lowers his weapon sheepishly.

CORTEZ:

Oh. sh*t...

9 INT. HOSPITAL ROOM DAY

RONSON is sitting back in the chair, looking at the now slightly

calmer KIRSTY.

RONSON:

We got two missing people

and a house full of corpses.

He holds out his hand towards KIRSTY in a theatrical manner.

RONSON:

Talk to me.

KIRSTY swings her legs off the bad, but remains sitting on it,

her feet on the floor. She doesn't look directly at RONSON but

begins to take in the (few) details of the room for the first

time.

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