Hellraiser

What's your pleasure, Mr. Cotton?

The box.

Take it, it's yours.

It always was.

It's gotta be one of these.

- I'm going to freeze to death.

- Okay, okay.

Well, maybe somebody changed

the lock.

Well, that's crazy.

Who's gonna change this lock?

Well, I don't know.

It was just a suggestion.

Ah! Success.

Voila!

Well, this is it.

The old homestead.

- Oh! It smells damp.

- Well, it's... uh...

been empty for a while,

hasn't it?

But we'll soon warm it up.

and get it feeling like a home.

- How long since you were here?

- Oh, the better part of ten years.

I wanted to sell it after

the old lady died,

but I couldn't get Frank to agree.

I guess he needed a hideout

or something.

Would you look at this?

And don't worry,

this stuff means nothing to me.

It all goes.

I thought half of it was

your brother's.

I've never known him to kick cash

out of bed. Besides...

he's probably behind bars

some place.

You know...

we'll have to let Kirsty see this place

before we do a thing to it.

She'll love it.

You really want to move in here?

You don't like it?

I suppose it's better than Brooklyn.

Oh, don't start, Julia.

- Don't start what?

- Look...

we can make it work here.

Now I've got a terrific job,

you're back in your own turf.

We can be happy.

- All right, all right.

- So what's the argument?

- No argument.

- Oh, Christ!

But honey...

Sh*t!

Larry!

Larry!

Where are you?

In here.

Squatters?

Frank.

- He's here?

- Well, he's been here.

I mean, there's stuff in the kitchen

you wouldn't believe.

He's obviously made

one of his famous getaways.

What the hell is that?

Who is this?

Dad?

Kirsty!

I got through.

Darling, where are you?

- I found a room.

- You what?

I said, I found a room.

Wait, I thought you were going

to stay with us for awhile..

Dad...

Well, you'd like this house.

You'd like my room.

I'd really like you to see this house.

It's something else.

Maybe in the next couple of days.

I gotta find myself a job.

What for, sweetie?

Look, you've already made

the gesture, there's no need...

Dad, this isn't a gesture. This is

something I need to do.

Come on and trust me a little,

okay?

Call me tomorrow.

I will. I'll see you.

Bye, Dad.

So?

Why not.

Great.

We'll move in on Sunday.

Listen look out for the molding

on the way through here.

- All right.

- All right.

- Are you all right back there?

- Yeah, yeah.

All right, okay. Now just take it

straight upstairs.

Don't worry, it'll get through.

- All right.

- Hey, you got my arm!

All right, all right.

Watch it.

Let's take five, guys.

How's things in there?

Looks like a bomb dropped.

You got any beer?

There's some in the fridge.

Oh, well...

why don't I get it?

I got nothing better to do.

Excuse me.

- My lucky day.

- Hi.

- You wanna buy a bed?

- Not much.

Dad?

- Kirsty!

- Hi.

Hello, sweetie. Come here.

- Here you go.

- Oh, great.

This is a big house.

- You like?

- Yeah.

Me like.

I'll give you the grand tour if we ever

get this goddamn bed moved.

- Julia here?

- She's upstairs.

Look, be gentle with her, okay?-

- She hates moving.

- Surprise.

- Kirsty!

- Okay, all right, I'll be nice.

Get on with grand work and

I'll make myself some coffee.

- That's a great idea.

- There's the kitchen.

- Okay.

Bye.

Is that your daughter?

- She's got her mother's looks.

- Her mother's dead.

Oh, sh*t!

Can I come in?

Can I come in?

- You're Julia, right?

- That's right.

Who are you?

I'm Frank.

I'm brother Frank.

Oh, yes!

I... I came for the wedding.

Well, can I come in or not?

I'm sorry. Of course.

- You're very welcome.

- Yeah. Well, that's nice to know.

Do you have a towel?

Have you got a towel?

Kirsty.

There's one in the bathroom.

Oh, by the way, did Daddy tell you

I got a room?

It's not that big, but it's okay.

Julia?

Julia?

What shall we drink to?

Wedded bliss?

I'm very happy.

I'm sure you are.

Are you going to let me kiss

the bride?

What about Larry?

Forget him.

Take the weight away from me,

my foot's got.

- You got it?

- Got it.

Now push it to me as I pull.

It's never enough.

Julia.

Please!

I'll do anything you want.

Anything.

Here.

- Oh, is it deep?

- I don't know. I haven't looked.

You know me and blood.

- I'm going to faint.

- You're not going to faint.

Oh, sh*t!

- Look, let me see it.

- Sh*t!

Oh, it's going to need stitches.

- Oh, God, I'm going to throw up.

- You're not going to throw up.

- Just take it easy, take it easy.

- I'm going to throw up.

It's going to be all right.

Let's go downstairs.?

- Okay?

- So stupid!

What happened?

It was just an accident.

He's all right.

Look, will you drive?

He needs stitches.

- Yeah, sure.

- The keys are in the kitchen.

- So stupid.

- It's all right.

No, no, I am not kidding.

This doctor is pocking around

with all the delicacy and compassion

of Joseph Mengele,

and I'm warning him: "Listen,

I'm going to pass out!"

He says,

"No, of course you're not, old boy".

The next thing I know,

I'm on the floor,

and he's standing there

like he's the one that needs help.

- He's probably afraid you'd sue him.

- I should do it!

Bill, I should do it, you know

all about that stuff.

I'll call you tomorrow.

We'll sue his ass.

Doctors!

That's right, honey.

And what's my darling daughter

drinking?

I don't remember.

Oh, Julia,

you want some more wine?

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