Hellraiser: Revelations

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- Did you bring the beers?

- Yes.

Can you get a shot of downtown LA

before we... say good bye to it forever?

Bye, LA!

The plan is to get,

to get your dick wet.

All right?

- Is that OK with you?

- F*** yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I swear I won't tell your mother.

Or... or Emma.

Don't tell her.

- I'll never say a word.

- Should we... Should we...

...divulge all of it or not.

All of the times that

I've picked your drunk ass up.

All of the times when

you've been looking for...

- ...a little bit of...

- For a rubber? Yeah?

You always gotta

get back to my sister.

Don't, don't f*** with me.

Are we rolling?

This is gonna be an epic journey.

My name is Nico Bradley

and this is my best friend,

Steven Craven.

We're about to get laid.

Multiple times over.

At Disneyland?

You can get laid at Disneyland.

But we're not going to Disneyland.

And when were you gonna tell me this?

I was gonna,

I was gonna tell you at the border.

At... the Mexican border?!

- Yo! Yes! Yes!

- No way.

- Donkey show in Tijuana!

- What?

- Tijuana! Yeah!

- No.

- Yo!

- Bullshit. That sh*t's all fake.

Truth or urban legend?

Urban legend, all the way.

No. It's the truth, baby.

All right, I say we hit

the main drag in Tijuana,

and we bang the first bow-legged hooker

we can find.

- Screw that. I wanna get wasted.

- Oh!

Do you hear that, Mrs. Craven?

Steven wants to get wasted.

Dude, stop it. That's not cool.

Not cool.

- It's OK. It's OK.

- Turn it off.

- Little Stevie's gonna get wasted.

- No.

It's OK, Mommy dearest, we're gonna

get his knob gobbled before midnight.

Be cool. Turn it off.

F***, dude!

The f***ing car, man,

it's been jacked!

I don't believe this!

I don't f***ing believe this!

Look at this sh*t!

Why don't we get the f*** outta here?

Turn the f***ing camera off, dude.

Hey, Steven...

- I think I got it.

- Show me.

What was that?

It's Mexico, bro.

Tons of churches.

No, that's not the churches.

Whoa.

What the f*** is going on?

Who the f*** are you

and what do you want?!

The box.

Take it, it's yours.

Just get the f*** outta here.

- No.

- Nico!

You opened it.

Summoned us.

- And we came.

- Came for what?! Who the f*** are you?!

We came for you, Nico.

We are the light in the darkness,

and paths to higher sensation.

Guardians of ultimate experience.

- And now you will come with us.

- What?

What? No, no, no!

I'm not going anywhere! No!

Go on, get outta here.

Help me, man, help!

I thought so.

That's Steven's.

It's nothing.

You know, you keep saying that,

but this is the third time

I found you looking at it.

- Can I see?

- It's nothing.

Whatever.

Dad said to come get you.

- He just buzzed the Bradleys in.

- I'll be right there.

Ha-ha!

- Hey, where's your mom, sweetie?

- She's, uh... in Steven's room.

- Hey!

- Hi.

How's Sarah doing?

Oh, you know,

she has some days better than others.

She's not exactly her old self, but...

- Go on, Ross.

- Why don't I open a bottle, huh?

- Yeah.

- Great idea.

Mmm-mm. You've really

outdone yourself, Ross.

Excellent, excellent meal.

Thank you.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

Cheers, honey.

So, more wine?

Sure.

Do you have to ask?

- Nice try.

- Come on, Dad.

Can't a girl live a little?

We all know where that got our boys.

- Peter, not now.

- What?

We talked about this.

You know, I don't really get it.

You guys, you sit around,

you have your gourmet meals,

and you pretend

like there's nothing wrong.

But you never talk about

Steven and Nico.

- Emma!

- She's right.

We've always avoided the subject.

Now's not the time.

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