Hellraiser III - Hell on Earth Page #4

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?

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