All language subtitles for hellraiser

What's your pleasure, Mr. Cotton?

The box.

Take it, it's yours.

It always was.

It's gotta be one of these.

I'm going to freeze to death.

- Okay, okay.
- Well, maybe somebody changed the lock.

Like who?
Who's gonna change this lock?

Well, I don't know.
It was just a suggestion.

Ah. Success.

Voila.

Well, this is it --

the old homestead.

Yuck.
It smells damp.

Well, it's... been empty
for a while, hasn't it?

But we'll soon warm it up

and get it feeling like a home.

How long since
you were here?

Oh, the better part
of 10 years.

I wanted to sell it
after the old lady died,

but I couldn't get
Frank to agree.

I guess he needed
a hideout or something.

Would you look at this?

And don't worry,

this stuff
means nothing to me.

It all goes.

I thought half of it
was your brother's.

I've never known him to kick cash
out of bed. Besides...

he's probably
behind bars someplace.

You know...

we have to let
Kirsty see this place

before we do a thing to it.

She'll love it.

You really want
to move in here?

You don't like it?

I suppose it's better
than Brooklyn.

Oh, don't start, Julia.

- Don't start what?
- Look.

We can make it
work here.

Now I've got a terrific job,

you're back on your own turf --

we can be happy.

- All right, all right.
- So what's the argument?

- No argument.
- Oh, Christ!

Honey...

Shit.

Larry! Larry!

- Where are you?
- In here.

Squatters?

Frank.

- He's here?
- Well, he's been here.

I mean, there's stuff
in the kitchen you wouldn't believe.

He's obviously made
one of his famous getaways.

What the hell is that?

- Who is this?
- Dad.

- Kirsty!
- I got through.

- Barely. Where are you?
- I found a room.

- You what?
- I said, I found a room.

Wait, I thought
you were going to stay

- with us for a while.
- Dad.

Well, you'd like this house.

You'd like my room.

I'd really like you to see this house.
It's something else.

Maybe in the next couple of days.
I gotta find myself a job.

What for, sweetie?

Look, you've already made the gesture,
there's no need --

Dad, this isn't a gesture.
This is something I need to do.

Come on and trust me
a little, okay?

- Call me tomorrow.
- I will. I'll see you.

Bye, Dad.

So?

Why not?

Great.

We'll move in
on Sunday.

Listen, look out for the moulding

on the way through here.

- All right.
- All right.

- Are you all right back there?
- Yeah yeah.

All right, okay. Now just take it

straight up the stairs.

Don't worry,
it'll get through.

- All right. What's the matter?
- Hey, you got my arm!

- All right, all right.
- Oh, God.

- Watch it.
- Oh.

Let's take five, guys.

How's things in there?

- Looks like a bomb dropped.
- You got any beer?

There's some in the fridge.

Oh, well...

why don't I get it?

I've got nothing
better to do.

Excuse me.

- My lucky day.
- Hi.

- Do you wanna buy a bed?
- Not much.

Dad?

- Kirsty!
- Hi.

Hello, sweetie.
Come here.

- Here you go.
- Oh, great.

This is a big house.

- You like?
- Yeah.

Me like.

I'll give you the grand tour if we ever
get this goddamn bed moved.

- Is Julia here?
- She's upstairs.

Look, be gentle
with her, okay?

- She hates moving.
- Surprise.

- Kirsty.
- Okay, all right. I'll be nice.

You get on
with the grunt work

- and I'll make myself some coffee.
- That's a great idea.

- There's the kitchen.
- Okay.

Bye.

- Is that your daughter?
- Uh-huh.

- Got her mother's looks.
- Her mother's dead.

Oh.

Come on.

Oh, shit.

Can I come in?

Can I come in?

- You're Julia, right?
- That's right.

Who are you?

I'm Frank.

I'm brother Frank.

Oh, yes!

I -- I came
for the wedding.

Well, can I
come in or not?

I'm sorry.
Of course.

You're very welcome.

Yeah. Well,
that's nice to know.

Do you have a towel?

Have you got a towel?

Kirsty.

There's one
in the bathroom.

Oh, by the way,
did Daddy tell you I got a room?

It's not that big,
but it's okay.

Julia?

Julia?

What shall we drink to?

Wedded bliss?

I'm very happy --

I'm sure you are.

You're gonna let me
kiss the bride?

What about Larry?

Forget him.

Julia... Julia... Julia...

I need to -- take the weight away
from me, my foot's caught.

- You got it?
- I got it.

Now just push it
to me as I pull.

It's never enough.

Julia. Jul...

Please.

I'll do anything you want.

Anything.

Here.

Oh, is it deep?

I don't know.
I haven't looked.

You know me and blood.

- I'm gonna faint.
- You're not going to faint.

Oh, shit!

- Let me see.
- Shit!

Oh, it's going
to need stitches.

- I'm gonna throw up.
- You're not going to throw up.

- Just take it easy, just take it easy.
- I'm gonna throw up.

It's going to be all right.

Let's get you
to the hospital.

So stupid.

What happened?

It was just an accident.
He's all right.

Look, will you drive?
He needs stitches.

- Yeah, sure.
- The keys are in the kitchen.

- So stupid.
- It's all right.

So stupid.

No no, I am not kidding.

This doctor is
poking around

with all the delicacy
and compassion of Josef Mengele,

and I'm warning him,
"Listen, I'm gonna pass out."

He says, "Oh no, of course you're not,
old boy. Of course you're not."

The next thing you know,
I'm on the floor

and he's standing there
like he's the one who needs help.

He probably is afraid
you're gonna sue him.

I should do it!

Bill, I should do it.
You know all about that stuff.

I'll call you tomorrow.
We'll sue his ass.

- Doctors.
- That's right, honey.

And what's my
darling daughter drinking?

I don't remember.

Listen, Julia,
you want some more bubbly?

Uh no. No more
for me, thanks.

Okay.
Okay, stop --

- I'm not gonna be able to stand up.
- So lie down.

Would you all excuse me?

I think I'm going
to go to bed.

- Are you all right, darling?
- Uh-huh.

I think we ought
to be making a move, too.

No -- Bill!

Absolutely not!

This is the night
of the paper hat here.

We're celebrating something,
so sit down.

Good night.

You'll have
to come to us next.

Yeah, real soon. I'm glad you're back.

Thank you.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Does it still hurt?
- What?

Oh.

No, only when I drink.

Oh, God.

Oh! Christ!

Julia.

Oh my God.

Don't look at me.

Who --

who are you?

I said don't look.

Help me!

Tell me who you are.

Frank.

No.

No!

Believe me, it's me.

It's really me.

His blood on the floor,

it brought me back.

Back?

From where?

Just help me, will you?

Please, God, help me!

- Somebody --
- Wait.

You can't leave me like this.
You can't.

What do you
want me to do?

The blood brought
me this far.

I need more.

You have to heal me.

Hi.

Are you all right?

Kirsty? I thought I'd lost you.

No, I'm here.

Good night.

So why didn't you stay
at Larry's house?

There's plenty of room.

Oh, yeah, there's room,
and there's Julia.

Ah. I see.

She's like you.
She's so damn polite.

Oh, yeah?
Meaning what?

Oh, I don't know.
She's uptight and frigid.

I beg your pardon.

See, there you go.
"I beg your pardon."

Hey, we're not all frigid.

- Oh, no?
- Oh, no.

Oh, no?

Oh, no.

That's not
what I heard.

Well, you must have been speaking
to all the wrong people.

Anything?

Anything.

You'll do it?

Yes...

I will.

Kirsty?
Kirsty?

- Kirsty!
- Ah!

- You all right?
- Yeah.

I -- I don't know.

I -- I was dreaming.

Daddy!

Hello.

I'm all right, honey.

I just wanted to make sure
you were okay.

Never better.

- Now you sleep well, okay?
- Yeah.

I love you, sweetie.

I love you too, Daddy.

Bye.

- Who was it?
- She had a bad dream.

- Who?
- Kirsty.

Kirsty.

- Not much fun, is it?
- What?

Drinking alone.

Not much.

I thought maybe...

well...

if we're both on our own,
maybe we could have a drink together.

Why not?

You know, it's not
often that I...

you know.

There's a first time
for everything.

That's right, yeah.

I suppose that's right.

Would you...
like a drink?

Oh, no no no.

I'm well over my limit.

You know, it's funny,

but I...

I feel like I've known you
for years, you know?

What's the matter?

It's what you
brought me here for, isn't it?

Well, isn't it?

I suppose so, yes.

So what's your problem?

Let's get on with it.

You're not gonna change
your fucking mind, are you?

I'm sorry.

Let's go upstairs.

Okay okay.
Sorry, okay? Okay.

Right.

This isn't the bedroom.

No.

So what's going on?

We don't need
a bed, do we?

Well, no, I suppose not.

I've always preferred the floor.

Oh. First time
for everything, eh?

Why don't you...

take your jacket off?

Yeah, why don't I?

Why don't you do
the same thing?

Maybe I will.

You're very beautiful.

Am I?

Oh, you know you are.

Loveliest woman...
I've ever seen.

Oh, Christ.

What's wrong?

Just one minute.

Too much drink.

Empty the old bladder.

Did you lock this?

Please! Please!

Don't look at me.

Jesus Christ.

Ah!

See?

It's making me
whole again.

Every drop
of blood you spill

puts more flesh
on my bones.

And we both
want that, don't we?

- Uh...
- Good.

Come here.

Come here, damn you,
I wanna touch you.

Come to Daddy.

Julia!

Julia.

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

Julia,

I was calling for you.
Didn't you hear?

Are you in there?

You want a cookie, little girl?

I'm feeling sick.

Oh, babe. Is there anything
I can get you?

Maybe a -- a brandy.

It's coming right up.

I'll be down...
in a minute.

Okay.

There's no hurry.

Frank?

- Oh.
- I'm hurting.

Hurting?

My nerves are
beginning to work again.

Good.

One more,
maybe two...

- Not again.
- ...to heal me completely.

Then we can be away
from here before they start to follow.

- Who?
- The Cenobites.

It's only a matter of time before
they find I've slipped them.

I must get away
from here.

Julia?

Are you all right?

Just a moment.

Put on some music.
Will you, babe?

Yeah, sure.

Poor Larry,
obedient as ever.

Keep your voice down.

Don't want
"babe" to hear.

You're hurting.

You won't cheat me,
will you?

You'll stay with me,
help me.

Then we can be together
the way we were before.

We belong
to each other now.

For better,

for worse.

Like love...

only real.

I'm sorry -- I'm new here.
You're gonna have to wait.

Could you not do that,
please?

Where's the manager?

That's a problem too,
because he's out to lunch right now.

I want to see
somebody in charge.

Then you're gonna
have to wait.

- Excuse me.
- Well, excuse me!

What are you doing?

Give those back.

Oh my God.

Get out.

You get out of here.

Hi.

Hi.

Just came by to see what
you're doing after work.

What's wrong?

- Something weird.
- What?

Nothing.

You're sure we're not
gonna be interrupted?

Quite sure.

Only I -- uh...

I like to be careful.

I can taste that.

It's a long time
since I tasted anything.

You promised me
an explanation.

This is it.

- Let me see.
- No, don't touch it!

It's dangerous.
It opens doors.

What kind of doors?

Doors to the pleasures
of heaven or hell.

I didn't care which.

I thought I'd gone
to the limits.

I hadn't.
The Cenobites gave me

an experience
beyond limits.

Pain and pleasure...

indivisible.

They won't get me back.

I'm going to live and you're going
to help me, yes?

Yes.

They'll never find us,

not in the whole
wide world.

Boom Boom has got him now!

Boom Boom
has got him.

He's knocked down again.

I thought this kind
of stuff made you sick.

- Moran's getting back up.
- I've seen worse.

Are you all right?

Fine.

- No. No...
- 'Cause we can watch something else

if you'd like.
Come on! Get him!

Ah! No! No!

What was that?

I think I left
a window open upstairs.

- I'll go see.
- No.

It was nothing.

Larry!

What's the matter
with you anyway?

It's just that
I hate the thunder.

I'm here.

You're safe.

You're trembling.

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

Look.

I really should check it out.

Don't go up there, please.

We'll both go up.
Come on.

- Larry, please!
- Don't worry about it. Come on.

- Don't.
- It's okay. It's okay.

It's probably a rat.

I told you.

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

Let's go downstairs.
I'll make it better.

No, this is enough light.

Let's go, come on.

Let's go inside.

Oh, yes.

Yes. Yes.

No.

No!

No, please don't.
No, please!

I can't bear it, please!

Please, no!

Please!

Please stop!

I can't bear it!
Please, no!

I don't understand you.

I mean, one minute...

you're all over me,
and the next...

I just don't
understand you.

I don't know.

Maybe we shouldn't
have come back.

Brooklyn certainly wasn't
any worse than this.

Look.

You love her, so there must be
something worth loving.

I wish it were
that simple.

I've got a real problem
here, kiddo.

She doesn't even want
to leave the house.

Really?

It's like she's...

- waiting for something.
- What?

I don't know.

I don't know.

It's way beyond me.

Look.

Could you --
would you...

Uh-oh.

...stop by sometime?

Try to make friends?

Sure.

Who knows,
maybe all she needs

is somebody to talk to.

- You can't love him.
- You know I don't.

- So where's the harm?
- I said no.

Then find me somebody else,
before they come looking.

Now!

I... uh...

I get lonely sometimes.

Everybody does.

Come in.

What is this,

a game?

Jesus Christ!

Oh, Christ!
Help me!

Don't!

- Get out of here!
- Please.

Don't let him kill me.

Help me.

No.

- Kirsty, it's Frank. It's Uncle Frank.
- No!

- You remember.
- No!

- Come to Daddy.
- Get the fuck off of me!

You've grown.
You're beautiful.

Don't --

don't touch me!

Don't touch me
or so help me I -- I --

What will you do?

What can you do?

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

I bet you make
your daddy so proud.

Don't you, beautiful?

- This isn't happening.
- I used to tell myself that.

Used to try and pretend
I was dreaming all the pain.

But don't you kid yourself.

Some things have
to be endured,

and that's what makes
the pleasures so sweet.

Oh!

No!

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 want it?
Fucking 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 onto 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.

Shit.

Open!

Oh, come on!

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.

It was a mistake!

I didn't -- 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! Please, wait!

No time for argument.

You've done this
before, right?

Many, many 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 -- I can --
I can lead you to him,

and you can take him back
instead of me.

Perhaps we'd 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, it's 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.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Daddy?

Daddy?

- Daddy, you're okay. You're all right.
- Sure I am. I am.

- You're okay!
- It's okay.

I was so afraid that
something happened to you.

I know, I know.

I need to talk to you.

Yeah. Of course.

It's okay, baby.
Julia told me everything.

Oh, no, see...

your brother Frank
is upstairs.

He's upstairs
and he's trying to kill you.

- He's gonna kill you!
- No, wait, wait, wait.

Whatever Frank did
was unspeakable.

Unspeakable.

But believe me,

it's finished with now.

Why is it finished?

He's gone.

What does "gone" mean?

He's dead, Kirsty.

He was insane, baby.

A mad dog.
I had to put him out of his misery.

Jesus, what a scene.

And when I'm feeling better,

I'll go to the police and try to make
them understand.

God knows...

I don't really
understand myself.

Did he hurt you, baby?

No, I'm okay.

He's better off dead.

Poor Frank.

I don't believe this.

- I don't believe this.
- Believe it.

I need to see him.

- No, you don't.
- Yes, I do.

Yes.

Show her.

We want the man

who did this.

No.

No, that wasn't the deal.

He's my father
and you can't have him.

No!

Ah! Move.

Kirsty...

Move!

What's the matter?

There's no time.

Wait, no wait. I told you
all that's over with now.

No, it's not!
We've got to get out of here!

No, stay with us.

We can all be happy here.

No.

Come to Daddy.

Oh my God!

Come...

to Daddy.

- Ah!
- Frank!

Well...

so much for the cat-
and-mouse shit!

No!

Not me!

It's nothing
personal, baby.

Where are you, beautiful?

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

Oh no.

Oh my God.

Daddy.

Daddy.

No, don't mourn him.

He was dead long before
we ever touched him.

- Bastard!
- Hush now.

Everything's all right.

- Frank's here.
- Bastard!

Your dear old
Uncle Frank.

What the hell is that?

Frank.

No!

We had to hear it
from your own lips.

This isn't for your eyes.

You set me up,

bitch!

"Jesus wept."

Not leaving us so soon,
are you?

Ah!

We have such sights
to show you.

Oh, shit.

- No! Don't do that!
- Go to hell!

Kirsty!

Kirsty!

No.

Steve.

No!

Oh, shit!

Oh, Kirsty!
Thank God you're okay.

Let's get the hell
out of here! Now!

Oh, no.

Oh, God. No.

Open!

Steve!

No!

What's your pleasure, sir?