Hellraiser Page #5

And that's what makes

the pleasures so sweet.

No!

Give me that!

- No!

- Give it to me!

You want it?

One last time,

give me that box.

- You want it?

- Give me the box!

You wanna f***ing have it?

No...!

Kirsty.

Come to daddy.

It's Frank. You remember.

It's Uncle Frank.

Are you all right?

You're awake!

- Good girl.

- What happened?

- I'll get the doctor.

- Wait a minute. How did I get here?

I won't be a moment.

Please, get back into bed.

I have to call my father.

That's easily arranged, but first,

back into bed.

- It's important. It really is...

- First things first.

We'll get you a telephone

after we've talked.

What about this?

Ring any bells?

You were hanging on to it

like grim death.

I don't remember.

Well, the police will want

to speak to you. You know that.

Oh, Christ!

In the meantime, maybe this

will jog your memory.

Sh*t!

The box. You opened it.

We came.

It's just a puzzle box!

Oh, no.

- It is a means to summon us.

- Who are you?

Explorers in the further regions

of experience.

Demons to some.

Angels to others.

I was a mistake!

I didn't mean to open it!

It was a mistake!

You can all go to hell!

We can't.

Not alone.

You solved the box.

We came. Now you must come

with us.

Taste our pleasures.

Please...

go away and leave me alone!

Oh, no tears, please.

It's a waste of good suffering.

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Wait, please, wait!

No time for argument.

You've done it before, right?

Many, may times.

To a man called Frank Cotton?

Oh, yes.

He escaped you.

- Nobody escapes us.

- He did. I've seen him. I've seen him.

- Impossible!

- He's alive!

Supposing he had escaped us.

What has that to do with you?

I can... I can lead you to him.

And you can take him back

instead of me.

Perhaps we prefer you.

I want to hear him confess himself,

then maybe...

maybe...

But if you cheat us.

We'll tear your soul apart.

She'll tell them everything..

I don't think so.

She'll want to warn Larry first.

That's probably her now.

- Or the police.

- It doesn't make any difference.

Don't you care?

What I care about is

a new skin.

- Maybe we should just leave.

- Like this? Look at me.

We can't just stay here.

My brother will be home soon.

What is it?

I don't know where to begin.

What are you talking about?

It's best you see for yourself.

I left her here safe and sound.

I even locked the door.

Well, she's not here now.

I'll start looking for her.

Maybe she's gone back to...

to her father's house..

Daddy?

Daddy, it's me, Kirsty!

Let me in!

Daddy, let me in!

Kirsty? It's very late.

Where is my dad?

- What's the matter?

- I want to see my father!

Of course.

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