Hellraiser: Judgment

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Obsolete.

Irrelevant in an age

when desire has become amplified.

But where lust can be sated electronically.

We need something more

than just a wooden box.

There is a mechanism.

The house is ready. We can adapt.

Technology may have advanced,

but sin remains unchanged.

Pure. Greed.

Lust. Lies. Betrayal.

This new millennium hurtles forward.

Faith is lost.

Mankind have become

a vacuum without morality.

So many souls seeking

new and darker experiences.

Degradation upon degradation, sin after sin.

So then those are the souls

we shall seek out first.

"Mr. Watkins, we know, we understand,

"and we can help, but you must come.

"Come now before it's too late.

"Come to 55 Ludovico Place.

"Alone. Now.

A sympathetic friend."

Ah, Mr. Watkins.

So good of you to come.

We have such sights to show you.

Please, step inside.

Mr. Watkins.

What the f*** is going on?

What the f*** are you?

What are you doing to me?

A**hole! All valid questions.

What the f*** is going on?

Mr. Watkins, please.

Please assess your situation.

Look at your environment.

For now, you are merely captive.

Sitting, tied to a chair.

If we wanted you killed, then you would be.

We have simply invited you here to talk.

To hear your thoughts and desires.

Furthermore, if they're

as interesting and illuminating

as I believe them to be, then your

reward will be beyond your belief.

A reward?

A reward tailored for a man

of your particular tastes and desires.

You know about me?

You know the things I've done?

It is that resume of yours that

led us to you and in turn you to us.

Who are you?

Yes. Perhaps a little illumination.

Please, try not to be too alarmed.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Heavens, no!

Same city. Completely different zip code.

What is going on here? What... where am I?

Mr. Watkins, we really must

begin your interview.

So many people for you to see,

so let's just dive in, shall we?

August 18, 2001, you lured little

Courtney Rettison to your car.

Why?

- I... I... how do you know?

- Please.

Let's save ourselves the time

and you the considerable pain

by answering the questions honestly.

Clearly this is a place where the rules

of your world do not apply.

And obviously, I'm a man for whom pain

is nothing more than a common currency.

I will spend some on you...

if you like.

I'd seen her at the, uh,

the playground before.

I couldn't help myself.

I understand.

I was just trying to help.

Yes, yes.

She had blonde hair.

Long, and... it was in a ponytail.

I've never seen so much blood

from a little creature.

My, my. Quite the busy bee

we've been, Mr. Watkins.

What about my reward?

First of all, you will meet

with the assessor.

He will look over your pages,

pass on his findings to the jury,

and we'll go from there.

The assessor will be with you shortly.

Tears... of children.

What?

What?

Serves you right, you sick f***!

Ladies, your verdict.

Guilty.

The jury have deliberated,

and a guilty verdict has been given.

What?

You'll be taken from here to be

cleaned and then to the Surgeon.

But what about my reward?

Your note said you understood.

It said you were a friend.

I do understand. This is your reward.

This is what you're deserving of, my friend.

Please!

I'll be better! I'll be good!

What? Who is it? Who is it?

Who is it?

Help me. Please help me, please.

No. Please!

Help! What the f***

are you doing to me? Stop!

You must be clean on the inside, too.

Help!

Help!

Uber Black, my ass!

It's just this piece of sh*t!

What the hell?

Josh?

You in my apartment again?

I told you that you need

to give me my key back.

Okay. This late-night

bootie call sh*t is over!

Although I could probably go for a quickie...

for old times' sake.

Josh.

Okay. I'm drying up real fast here.

This weirdo-in-the-dark thing

is only a turn-on

for like a few minutes.

And... and where's my dog?

Baby?

F*** this!

Seriously? What the f***

have you done with the lights?

What do you want?

To make a lesson out of you.

You look like sh*t.

What'd you do last night?

Wonderful. Yeah.

I had a great time last night.

Thank you for asking.

You can take a left

two blocks up the way on Taylor.

Victim is one Crystal Lanning, 21 years old.

Building super found her this afternoon.

I went out with a girl called Crystal.

It speaks!

- What was that like?

- Like A Tale of Two Cities.

- A what?

- Charles Dickens.

Right.

Like anyone reads that sh*t anymore.

It's the most popular

fictional book on the planet.

So why is this Crystal chick like the book?

Read it.

We're here.

Good.

Worship this little guy.

The place has been cleared, locked down.

Everyone's been told to hold back

until we make our pass in case it's him.

I worship this little guy.

I worship this little guy.

I worship this little guy.

I worship this little guy.

I worship this little guy.

- I worship this little...

- Nice.

I worship this little guy.

I worship this little guy.

I worship this little guy.

It's him.

It's definitely him.

You think?

Doesn't this seem a bit basic

for the Preceptor?

Who the f*** are you?

What are you doing creeping around

a murder scene at nighttime?

You want to end up dead?

Detectives Carter and Carter.

Brothers in arms... literally.

Detective Egerton.

I've been assigned to this case with you.

- You got her?

- I got her.

Detective Christine Egerton.

Do you mind?

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