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Clips from Hellraiser

Video Games 1987 ★ 7.4/10 (69 ratings) 729 clips

Credits

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.
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.
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.
- No argument. - Oh, Christ!
Honey...
Shit.
Larry! Larry!
- Where are you? - In here.
Squatters?
Frank.
- He's here? - Well, he's been here.
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.
What for, sweetie?
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, 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.
- 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
- 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.