Hellraiser: Judgment

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 fuck is going on?

What the fuck are you?

What are you doing to me?

Asshole! All valid questions.

What the fuck 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 fuck!

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 fuck 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 shit!

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 shit 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?

Fuck this!

Seriously? What the fuck have you done with the lights?

What do you want?

To make a lesson out of you.

You look like shit.

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 shit 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 fuck 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?

Why are you here?

Who thinks we need help with this?

Like I was saying, isn't this just a bit basic for the Preceptor?

I mean, I was under the impression

that he liked to shock, appall, teach.

And that?

"I am a jealous God. Thou shalt have no others unto me"?

It's one of the remaining commandments, and it's part of his MO.

I think that it's just a stunt.

- What was that? - Jesus Christ!

What the fuck is that?

Has anyone seen the dog in the video?

Fuck!

It's okay.

It's okay.

Baby.

The dog was her baby.

So he put it into her womb.

I'll call it in.

Alison's birthday. Shit!

Nice.

It's uh, very 1940s detective agency.

Do we still smoke stogies and have scotch for breakfast?

What we're investigating is very dark.

Fluorescents give me a migraine.

Look, I know that me coming here must be a bit of a shock.

Detective teams are tight-knit at the best of times, but I do know this job.

So, I can help if you let me.

I've gotta go.

It's my wife's birthday and I'm late.

We'll do this tomorrow.

9 a.m.

Uh-huh.

He takes it personal.

Well, he shouldn't. I was assigned.

Not you.