Hellraiser: Judgment Page #5

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- What did you feel?

- What did I feel?

What the hell was I supposed to feel?

You have killed a great many people.

I was doing my job.

You will purge from yourself

the guilt of shedding innocent blood.

For you have done what is right

in the eyes of the Lord.

Only God can judge me!

And God will judge both

the righteous man and the wicked man.

Ecclesiastes 3:
17.

Deuteronomy 21:
9.

Ha!

I would like to dig a little deeper.

What choice do I have?

None.

On my second tour, the convoy hit, and I...

There are still more.

"It is a terrible, ponderous

chain you are making, Scrooge."

Charles Dickens.

Now what?

Next, you'll meet the assessor,

and my, what a meal he has ahead of him.

What have you done?

You will be taken to be cleaned

and then to the surgeon.

Oh. No, it can't be.

I hate this place.

The stench, the dark hole.

The seedy games and indulgences

we allow you to play

as part of the arrangement.

- Why are you here?

- Let him go.

- He has no business here.

- I don't understand.

Well, just because it falls into your web

does not make it prey for the spider.

Catch and release. Do you understand?

- What about the assessor?

- Clerical error, quite literally.

- I've never...

- I don't care!

The jury never passed their verdict.

You'll let him go, do you understand?

- Not really, no.

- Well, do you understand who is in charge?

So let him go.

Do not give me a reason to come back here.

You must be cleaned on the inside too!

No!

A moment of your time.

A-a candidate...

I need your assistance

with your... your guidance.

What?

His answers choked the assessor.

Forced the jury in.

So... what do you feel?

Innocent?

Where is he now?

I sent him to be cleaned.

He's gone!

Escaped with one of the boxes.

The pages.

Take.

Eat this in remembrance of my body.

You must go after him.

Bring him back. We must dig deeper.

We must find out what you feel

once you've released.

There's no need to go after him.

He'll be back.

It's 2:
30 in the morning.

You... you got your flashlight?

- Yeah, why?

- I'll drive.

Why? What's up?

Huh?

What's going on?

You want to call this in?

What are we doing here?

What the f*** are we doing here?

So?

Come on, man!

Nice. Nice place.

Put an offer in yet?

- Or are you in escrow?

- F***.

Hey!

What is going on?

You drag my ass out here in the middle

of the f***ing night with no explanation?

You barely talk to me anymore, man.

Alison is worried about you.

Oh, you'd know that.

Man, we're all worried about you, Sean.

I'll drive you back to your car.

They are a conduit to the unimaginable.

Sensation, rebirth, death, lust, hate.

Hey, hey, hey.

It's just a dream.

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