Hellraiser: Inferno

Yeah?

What the fuck do you care?

Yeah, we won by seven, but it should've been twenty.

Where were you?

All right, I'll meet you in 15 minutes.

You played right into my game, Professor.

Next week?

Ja, ja, ja.

Even as a little kid...

I was always one to examine things closely.

The world was full of riddles and mysteries and puzzles,

and I learned early on that I had a gift for solving them.

I learned that careful examination of how and what and why...

would inevitably lead to understanding, even to control.

But what I didn't know, what I never could've imagined,

was that one day my own life would become the most challenging puzzle of all.

Hey, what's an eight-letter word for "slaughterhouse"?

- Abattoir. - You're good.

How do you spell your last name again?

"N-E-N-O-N-E-N." Tony Nenonen.

What's it been now nine months, Detective?

- What's a ten-letter word for your name? - For my name?

My name's got seven letters.

Yeah, but it's a ten-letter word.

Ten-letter word?

What the hell is this?

Here's what he looks like with a face.

" Jay Cho. "

We went to high school together.

So you knew this guy, huh?

Was he a friend of yours?

No.

He was real odd.

Was kinda quiet.

Didn't really seem to have any friends.

One year he tried out for the basketball team.

What a nightmare.

We tortured the shit out of him until he quit.

What'd you do to him?

We gave him hell.

Yeah, one time I saw this guy that had been attacked by a grizzly bear.

Sort of looked like this.

Somethin'had just ripped him apart.

You ever go fishing, Tony?

Sometimes I take the boys up to the mountains.

What do you got?

It's a child's finger.

We got two good prints off the box.

One belongs to your victim. I'll run the other one through the computer tomorrow.

- Can't you run 'em tonight? - No.

'Cause, believe it or not, I also have a life.

- Feeling any better? - A little.

I took a bath.

And a pill.

Are you home for the night?

Actually, I, uh, caught a case.

How was your game?

We won.

Get some sleep. You'll feel better tomorrow.

I believe in loyalty,

fidelity.

I understand the concept. My parents have been married for 40 years.

But I live in a different world.

Most marriages fail.

Most men just leave.

I know that would kill her.

But if she doesn't know, if doing this keeps me coming back,

then who's to say what's right and what's wrong?

Oh, God, these boots hurt.

A detective.

I like cops.

You got any gum?

I'll do whatever you want,

as many times as you want it.

Am I dreaming?

Help me!

Morning, Detective.

You look like you could use an autopsy yourself.

You were right about Jay Cho.

The punctures and tears in the flesh were made by a hook, or hooks, with barbed ends.

But they weren't like piercings for jewelry.

There was something bigger, more cutting, like...

- Like maybe it was supposed to hurt? - Bingo.

- What about the child's finger in the candle? - Oh, that.

Well, the print was burned off completely,

but from the bone growth I'd say the kid was about six or seven years old.

Was it a boy or a girl?

At that age, without D.N.A. Results, you really can't tell.

One more thing.

From the blood flow and tissue morbidity, I'm pretty sure when the finger was cut off...

that kid was still alive.

Joe. Joe!

Talk to me. Are you listening to me? What's the answer?

Ten-letter word for my name.

- You're giving up quicker than usual, Tony. - Tell me the goddamn word.

Palindrome.

Your name's a palindrome.

Palindrome? What's that, huh? You makin' fun of me?

Is that somethin' bad?

N- E-N-O-N-E-N.

Spelled the same way forwards and back.

It's like the phrase, " Madam in Eden, I'm Adam. " It's a palindrome.

- Ends the same way it begins. - I get it.

It's like the name Bob. That's one too, right?

Yeah. That's good, Tony.

Detective Thorne.

Hey, Joe. It's Daphne.

I'm the girl you were with last night.

- This is my direct line. How did you... - Please!

I'm still at the motel.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God! Please help me! Please help me!

Okay, listen, wait. Just slow down.

This is un-fucking-believable.

What happened?

I stayed here last night and...

You and Melanie have a fight again?

It's much worse than that.

Check out the bathroom.

What the fuck do you mean, you stayed here last night?

- Tony... - Jesus Christ!

What the fuck did you do?

I was with that girl last night.

I did coke with her and I had sex with her,

but I have no fucking idea who did that to her.

When I left this morning she was right on this bed sleeping like a baby.

Look, Tony, you gotta help me.

If I get connected with this thing,

everything I have...

my family, ten years on the job... gone.

Aw, shit, man. Don't do this to me, Joseph. You know me.

I'm a good cop. I play things straight down the line.

Jesus!

I got a wife and two kids of my own.

I know you do, Tony, and you are a good cop.

But you're also my partner.

Look at me, Tony.

Look in my eyes.

You tell me I'm lyin'.

Well, that's it. That's everything I touched.

Phone it in.

It's Nenonen.

We got a homicide.

Sunrise Motel, 39th and Rose.

Yeah, white female, 20s.

Somebody hung her in the shower like a piece of meat.

I don't know, you'll

have to ask Detective Thorne.

Think it was an anonymous tip.

Let's get the fuck outta here.

Is that what I think it is?

Yeah. It's another one.

No stiffness.

This child was still alive.

We gotta find this kid.

You get a match on the print from that box?

No, Detective, but I'm running the print from the box right now.

When did you start?

Two hours ago. A.F.I.S. Goes through 50,000 print cards in an hour.

We got seven million print cards in the system. Do the math.

- Change the parameters. - Based on what?

It's a non-suspect ident. I already limited it to a history of violent crime.

Come on, Detective, let's not waste my time.

Your time is not important right now. You understand me?

What do you want me to do?

Take out the violent crime parameter.

Leave criminal history wide open.

Go under distinguishing marks. Select for body alteration.

- What, like tattoos? - No.

Something with hooks. Try body piercing.

Sherlock fucking Holmes.

Print the file.

- It's the last door on the left. - Thank you.

Another happy customer?

So she won't be giving head for a while. What can I do you for?

Let's talk about the box.

What box?

Little gold box about four inches square.

- Jay Cho told me I could find it here. - He did, huh?

Jay Cho.

You tell Jay Cho something for me.

You tell him the Engineer wants his money or he wants his property back.

You tell Jay Cho the next time I see him I'm gonna rip his head off.

And he'd still be better off dealing with me than with the Engineer.

Take it easy, pal. I'm not Jay.

"Take it easy. " Who the fuck are you?

I'm that guy.

Why don't you tell me about the Engineer, Leon.

- Leon? - No way.

Leon, you just got off parole.

And Jay Cho is dead.

His body was ripped apart by hooks that were big enough to snag a great white.

Guess what. Your fingerprints were on that box.

He wanted it. Jay Cho wanted that goddamn box.

He tried to buy it,

and when he couldn't afford it the motherfucker stole it off of me.

- He couldn't afford it? Jay Cho had money. - Not enough.

- Why is the box so expensive? - I don't know.

- Why did Jay want it so bad? - I'm just a middle man. I was just taking offers.

Holding it for the Engineer? The box is his, isn't it?