Aah!
I can't believe
this is happening.
I wish I could see his face
just one last time.
I hope you're in a better place,
my friend.
How you holding up, Jake?
I'm just great, Mike.
Aren't we all
just fucking great?
I feel so much better
now that you guys are here.
What's his problem?
Let it go, Mike.
We're here to pay respect,
remember?
Where's Adam's family?
His mom found him.
I doubt she'll be going
anywhere for a while.
What about his dad?
South America, South Africa.
I can never remember which.
I don't think he's got a dad.
I think he was making it all up.
You all right?
Yeah.
I guess we're the closest thing
he has to family here.
Christ. How many times
do you have to tell a guy?
It's just a stupid game.
Hey.
We were all addicted
to Hellworld, man.
He's right, Mike.
We should've seen this coming.
But we didn't.
We didn't do a damn thing.
We have to live with that now.
Jake.
Jake.
No!
Let go!
Let go!
No!
No!
What's up, Mike?
What?
I paid 100 bucks for this thing
on the Internet.
Didn't it scare you at all?
Mike, Cenobites don't exist.
And even if they did, I never
opened the Lamont Configuration.
Which, as we know,
isn't really real anyway.
You talk the talk pretty good
for someone who's not really
into it anymore.
What are you doing?
Something amazing, Chelse.
Wow.
My curiosity's killing me.
Funny you should ask.
The box. You opened it.
We came.
"Dare to enter hell?"
Now your soul belongs to me.
"You've just been invited
to the fifth annual
secret Hellworld party.
Be at the Leviathan House. "
Leviathan House?
Mike, I'm over it.
We've been through this before.
Oh, what?
So now you're above it all?
You can count me out.
- I have some sights to show you.
- We will.
Please.
You may want to spend
quality time
with the "Hellraiser"
geek brigade.
But Derrick and Allison
would never waste
a perfectly good Friday night
in Hellworld.
The Wall Walker's
right behind you.
I know the Wall Walker is
right behind me.
There you go.
Easy, there, kiddo.
Now go through the door.
I can't believe it! The box!
Oh. Come on.
Open it.
- I'm trying. I'm trying.
- No.
Allison, you're all herky-jerky.
Come here.
You got to finesse it.
Oh, Derrick.
Time to play.
Ooh!
What's your pleasure?
Holy sugar.
We did it!
I'm going to a real, live
secret Hellworld party!
But what about me?
- No guests.
- Welcome to hell.
That's not very fun, is it?
Now move aside.
I can get my own invite.
Okay.
Come to Papa.
I'll tear your soul apart.
Don't tell me
you're going to Hellworld.
Hell, yeah!
Allison, please.
We aren't kids anymore.
Sure you don't want to
check this out?
Hang on, Allison.
Good night, Mike.
I have all eternity
to know your flesh.
- Good night, Mike.
- Come on, Chelse.
- For old times' sake?
- Good night, Mike.
- Website shuts down at midnight.
- Yeah. I'll call.
- Little kiss?
- Good night.
Sorry.
So what if I'm still
into Hellworld?
It's only a party, sweetheart.
That's not the point.
Look, I do find myself bored
and playing it now and again.
But this is like
"Space Voyage" convention crap.
There is a major difference
between Space Voyagers
and Hellraisers.
Hellraisers know how to party.
Reality check. We should've
grown out of this by now.
Reality check.
We're going.
Are you gonna come or not?
Hey, good-lookin'.
About freaking time, boys.
Look at you, sexy.
You like this?
Let me tell you something.
You want to come back here?
Oh, come on, Allison.
At least let me sit up there.
Ohh!
That's gonna leave a bruise.
Yeah, I know.
Oh, leg cramp.
Leg cramp!
Derrick, you're kicking me!
Anybody need a lift?
So, what made you
change your mind?
I just wanted to keep you all
out of trouble.
You've been away from
the Dark Realm awhile.
How'd it feel playing again?
Just like any other
ultraviolent, 24-hour,
wildly popular
yet utterly purposeless,
embraced-by-the-masses,
Internet role-playing game.
All right, Pinhead Junior.
100% mayhem,0% guilt.
Hellraisers, let's play!
Oh, yeah!
A little something from the
Norman Bates School of Design.
This is such a perfect place
for a Hellworld party!
Let's go.
Let's go raise some hell.
Adam would've loved this.
Whoo!
Hang on.
Chelse, are you coming or what?
Yeah, she's coming.
- Oh!
- Come on.
Mike, put me down!
- Mike!
- Whoo-hoo!
Mike!
Oh, my God.
Look at this.
Yeah.
I like this.
This is so rad!
Oh, this is gonna kick "A"!
Whoo-hoo!
I've died and gone to hell!
Gratuitous tit shot.
Necessary tit shot.
Come along, boys.
Don't be antisocial.
Now, that's what I call
a buzz kill.
Hi! Jake!
Didn't expect to see you here.
What the hell is he doing here?
I haven't seen him
since the funeral.
Who has? I'm not surprised
to see him here.
He got us started
in all this crap.
Even Adam.
Jake blames us for Adam's death.
I blame us for Adam's death.
Come on, guys.
It's just a game.
A crazy fucking Internet game.
It's one thing to play it,
another to live it.
What Adam did was his decision.
End of story.
We're here to have fun, right?
Right?
Jake!
Come on over and join the party.
So, what have you been
up to, Jake?
Trying to forget the past.
Welcome, Hellraisers.
I take it this is your first
time at a Hellworld party.
Invitations.
Outstanding.
May I offer you a drink?
Make yourselves at home.
I have a feeling you're going to
be here for a while.
I'm your host
for the festivities tonight
and perhaps the ultimate
Hellworld fanatic.
Look at this stuff.
You see this?
It's like a "Hellraiser" museum.
I don't think you'll find
a greater collection anywhere.
Who's the pretty kitty?
You're the pretty kitty.
Yes, you are.
Hey, guys.
Five bucks, see your future?
Oh!
This is where the shit hits
the fan, guys.
Ooh.
Did you see this?
Mr. LeMarchand himself!
Mmm!
I wear Eau de Cenobite.
Oh.
Oh, God.
Ow.
That stuff stings.
Oh.
- Derrick!
- What?
May I offer you a drink?
It's from my family's
private stock.
A little ritual
for newcomers only.
Here you go.
Guys?
No.
I don't drink.
I'm driving.
Come on.
Let's not insult the dude.
No insult taken.
Bottoms up.
Knock yourselves out.
Mm.
Holy cow.
That is amazing.
Yes.
It's made out of human skin.
There's no texture
quite like it.
Wow.
This place is all skin
and bones. I love it.
I see you all have a fondness
for the macabre.
There's more
where this came from.
I'd like to show it to you.
I'm an authority on Leviathan
House, Philip LeMarchand's
second greatest
architectural achievement.
I assume you already know
his first greatest.
Otherwise, you wouldn't be here
tonight.
I'm getting goose bumps.
Like most great artists
of his time,
LeMarchand found himself
commissioned by the Church
to build a convent.
And for decades, LeMarchand's
palace stood as such.
Then came the convent's final
mother superior, Sister Ursala.
A nun whose vows were shattered
by an obsession
for a tiny puzzle box
and the unholy pleasures
sealed inside it.
Hey, Derrick!
Man, you got to listen to this.
Sometime during the blizzard
of 1809,
some 80 women vanished
from this house without a trace.
Ursala was the only one
they found.
Only she wasn't all there.
You might say
she went to pieces.
Oh, but...
Years later,
the house was renovated
and became a lockup
for the criminally insane.
From nuns to nuts.
That is, until the staff
began reporting occurrences
of paranormal violence.
So the house is haunted.
Ooh.
Oh, man!
That's what I'm talkin' about!
Whoa.
This is awesome.
Oh!
Oh, man!
One cold spring morning,
the team locked themselves
in this surgical amphitheater,
injected themselves
with a local anesthetic,
and dismembered one another.
So the house is haunted.
I think tonight will bring you
many answers.
Very nice.
I wouldn't touch that
if I were you.
Often the butchery of
human flesh was so monumental,
they used these devices
to discard the excess.
You mean they chucked
human beings out with this?
No. Bodies.
Forget goose bumps.
My you-know-whats
are getting hard.
Mm.
So, who owns the house today?
You do.
Oh.
Now, that's just wrong.
Whoa!
What the fuck?
Are you all right, Derrick?
Yeah.
Ew.
So, Jake, are you here
with some new friends?
It's a friend.
A girl?
You sound surprised.
No, I'm not surprised at all.
Look.
This isn't a reunion, okay?
I never was one of you guys,
and I never will be.
Same old Jake.
Chelsea.
Have a good time tonight.
You still look
woefully underwhelmed.
Whatever.
Have a high tolerance, do you?
The props are cool,
but this is just an old house.
LeMarchand is a character
from some scary story,
the puzzle box a myth,
and Hellworld is just a game.
Thirsting for something more?
Something I believe.
How about pain?
Adam was right.
Chelsea? Are you okay?
Chelsea?
Hey, take it easy.
You all right?
You stay away from me.
I'll try to contain myself.
Okay.
Everybody just calm down.
Is everything cool, Chelsea?
Yeah.
She hasn't even
started drinking yet.
I think I need some air.
I need a drink.
Hell seekers,
this is your house tonight.
Now, that's
what I'm talkin' about.
What's with the masks, anyway?
Everybody gets a mask
and a cellphone.
Each mask has
a four-digit number on it.
If you wish to engage
in the pleasures
that only flesh can bring,
you pick a tasty morsel
and dial that number.
Sweet.
Anonymous debauchery.
Ooh. I like this already.
God.
A day in the life of you guys.
Does nothing ever change?
Much as I love watching
old wounds being opened,
I do have other guests.
But if you need anything,
just scream.
So, Jake, still haven't found
your date?
For your information,
I met her on-line.
Oh, so you don't even know
what she looks like.
What kind of
chat-room-challenged moron
do you think I am?
That's why I'm here.
This ought to be fun.
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Three shots over here.
Lot of talent here.
What?
A lot of...
A lot of talent here tonight.
Go get some.
Oh, yeah!
You know, as in,
you should go get some.
Oh. Oh.
Yeah.
Good luck.
You're gonna need it.
Don't you have
anything better to do?
Oh, I'm enjoying myself, Jake.
I'm not hurting anybody.
The only way you guys
ever enjoy yourselves
is when you're hurting somebody.
You never change, do you?
I told my date about you guys.
Don't be surprised
if she's not exactly friendly.
You are not guilting me into
having a crummy time tonight.
We didn't earn your hatred,
Jake.
None of us earned it.
You guys don't earn anything.
You just take it.
It then became a lockup
for the criminally insane.
I'm a bit of an authority
on Leviathan House.
God damn, y'all are fine.
Oh. Yeah.
Excuse me.
I'll be right back.
I'm not Mr. Right,
but I'm Mr. Right Now.
Oh, goody.
These things actually work.
Thanks, Derrick.
What the...
Oh.
Ladies?
Damn it, Allison!
Oh, yeah.
So, here we are again.
Just the two of us.
Just the two of us.
I see.
So, how long has it been now?
Two years?
You're still holding a torch
for a guy
who you're never gonna get
a second chance with.
He's dead, Chelse.
Move on.
You know what, Mike?
Have a great time tonight.
Go fuck somebody.
But when you sober up,
I expect an apology.
Well, that went well.
Whoa!
Hey, baby.
You know what would
look good on you?
Me.
Whoa. Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Ooh.
Enjoy the party.
Asshole.
Hey, baby.
Hey, baby.
Hi.
Bye.
Yeah, right.
As if.
Hey.
How's it hangin'?
Ooh.
Don't answer that.
Hello.
Kids, don't try this at home.
The sacrificer is quite becoming
on you, Allison.
Get this thing off me.
It's been used to drain
the blood of Hellworld explorers
since Leviathan himself first
spoke the realm into being.
There is no faster way
to bleed a human
without decapitating him.
Please get this thing
off me now.
Relax. Relax.
It's perfectly safe.
Unless the cutting blades
are engaged.
The cutting blades are engaged.
Someone.
No!
No!
Please don't leave me!
No! No!
Chelsea!
Do you believe Adam now,
Allison?
Allison?
Allison?
Hello?
Hello?
Adam?
What the hell?
Hey!
Hey!
Open up!
Let me out!
Shit.
Adam.
"It's just a game"?
You're a bright one,
aren't you, kid?
Not like the others.
Where'd you get this?
How do you know Adam?
Adam was a very talented player.
In fact, he was so passionate
about Hellworld...
...that he made this
with his own hands.
Go ahead.
Open it.
It's not real.
It's...
Is it just a game now, Jake?
I'd love to see your puzzle box.
Want to dance?
Want to party?
Hey, how you doing?
Can I have a drink, please?
Sir, I'll take a drink.
Some party, huh?
Thanks.
Fucking asshole.
Whoa.
Anyone see this?
Hey.
Jake.
How you doing?
Listen.
I was just wondering what...
So sorry about that.
Hey, how you doing?
When'd you get into Hellworld?
Hello?
What's going on?
Hello.
What's going on here?
Guys.
What the fuck, man?
Hey.
Guys?
Hello?
Is everybody ignoring me?
Is this a joke?
Is this a big fucking joke?
Hey. Hey!
Hello?
Fuck this.
What a great party.
Ah!
Yeah.
Yes.
No!
No!
Can't disappoint my fans.
Hey, baby.
What's your name?
Mike, it's Chelsea.
Listen.
I am locked inside a room
on the second floor,
and I need you to come up
and help me.
Oh, so now you want me?
Mike, look,
I'm not messing around here.
There's something really strange
going on in this house.
Well, maybe you shouldn't have
blown me off.
Please.
Would you please come up
and help me?
I'm serious!
I need your help!
What's wrong with you, Mike?
Mike?
Great.
Fuck!
What's the matter?
Oh, shit!
- Allison, thank God.
- Chelsea!
Help me!
Chelse!
Allison, if you and Mike
are fucking with me,
so help me, God.
Chelsea, help me!
And I thought you had
a high threshold.
Don't worry about Allison.
You'll see her again.
Sooner than you think.
Welcome to Hellworld, Chelsea.
911. What's your emergency?
I need help.
I'm at 86 Hillbound Drive.
Are you there?
I can't hear you. Hello?
Can I help you, fellas?
Hey, there.
Sorry to bother you
at this hour.
It's all right.
I think.
We just got a call.
Probably a prank.
Young woman says her friends
are being taken hostage
or something.
I'm entertaining some guests
here tonight.
She sounded whacked
out of her gourd.
Do you mind if we look around?
I'd rather you didn't.
Scare away my guests.
Hey!
Up here!
I have a reputation to uphold.
I don't want some drugged-out
chick tarnishing it.
Up here!
Officer,
I have Ms. Murdoch on the line.
This is Officer Riley.
I'm at the big house now.
Where are you?
I'm upstairs by the window,
just above the veranda.
I'm looking up at the window
right now.
I don't see a damn thing.
What the fuck
are you talking about?
I'm right here!
Look!
Look!
- Definitely drugs.
- Hey!
Probably speed or meth.
Come back!
Hey!
Up here!
Hey!
Look!
I'm rerouting you
back to Dispatch.
I don't believe this.
Dispatch.
This is Officer Riley.
Did the trace come up
with anything?
Yeah. The call
came from your number.
No shit.
Yeah.
Somebody's pulling your leg.
They're always one step ahead.
Okay, guys. We're going home.
Prank call.
Apparently she was calling me
from my phone.
These kids and their gadgets.
I don't want to sound nosy.
But what's a guy like you do
with a big house
like this, anyhow?
I love to party.
I believe you owe me one.
Come on, stud.
It's your turn to go down.
Up here!
Up!
Look up!
Up here!
That's gonna bruise.
Easy, sweet cheeks.
You're gonna bruise my tonsils.
That's not cool.
Open up.
Get in here.
Hello?
Come on. Open up.
This is not fair.
Hey!
Where are you going?
Don't leave me in here!
Fuck.
Props.
Just props.
Damn good props.
Just...
props.
Of course.
Latex.
Even put it
in Derrick's clothes.
Nice touch.
Derrick?
Derrick?
Oh, shit!
Fuck!
Oh.
Hello?
Anybody?
Somebody.
Sweet cheeks?
Not good.
Please!
No!
Please!
No!
This is just the beginning.
Hey!
Wait!
Over here!
Come back!
No!
Wait!
Oh, come on!
Please.
Come on!
Like a bad horror movie,
isn't it?
Come on, guys.
It's just a game.
A crazy fucking Internet game.
Adam was a very talented player.
None of us could've seen him
taking the game
as far as he did.
Aah!
What Adam did was his decision.
We should've seen this coming.
Not real!
Hey! Easy, now!
Whoa!
Hold on. Everything's fine.
Easy, easy, easy.
Ho.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, I'm a cop.
Easy, now.
Are you the girl
who called for help?
What's your name?
Chelsea.
What the hell
are you doing out here?
There's something strange
happening in that house.
Something terrible
happened to my friends.
You've got to believe me.
I believe you, Chelsea.
This isn't the first time
I've had to come out here.
There's something
about that house.
Hang on.
Dispatch, this is Unit 12.
Dispatch.
What's your situation?
I'm at the old house.
You still don't understand,
do you?
There is no way out for you,
Chelsea.
Oh, what wonders
we have to show you.
Chelsea!
- Jake!
- Chelsea, it's Jake!
Chelsea, it's coming.
Don't leave me here, Chelsea.
Don't leave me here!
I'm at the house, Chelsea.
Chelsea, please!
- Jake, hold on.
- Oh, my God!
Don't leave me here!
Don't leave me here.
Oh, my God, no.
They're coming.
Please don't leave me here.
Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
Chelsea!
Jake!
Jake, hold on!
Where are you?
Chelsea?
Chelsea!
Hello?
Chelsea!
Chelsea?
Shit.
Chelsea.
Jake!
Are you okay?
What happened?
No. I'm fine.
I'm fine.
What are you talking about?
There's something majorly wrong
going on here.
No shit.
Where is everybody?
I haven't seen anyone.
Have you?
No.
Nobody.
And I mean nobody.
It's this house, Jake.
It's like it's playing with us.
It's haunting us.
Not if I can help it.
That better be you, Mike.
Not this time, Chelse.
Great party.
Welcome to motherfucking
Hellworld, Chelsea.
No!
Get away from me!
Come on, Chelse.
Let's raise some hell.
Leave me alone!
Adam was right, Chelse.
No!
Come on, Chelse!
It's what we've always wanted.
You want me, Chelse.
You know you want me.
Game over, Chelsea!
Only you and Jake left.
No!
Stop!
Oh, God!
God.
Hello.
Hello, Chelsea.
I hope this night is everything
you dreamed it could be.
How obviously cryptic that was.
Why don't I
just call you Pinhead?
If that's what
you want to think.
So you are Pinhead, right?
Let me guess.
You're going to rip off
your face
and morph into some
franchise icon, right?
You don't know Hellworld
from your ass.
How come you're in it?
Get your mythology right, buddy.
First, I have to open the box.
Then, Pinhead appears.
The hooks and chains.
But none of that's happened.
Why?
Because none of it's real.
You'll come to believe it,
Chelsea.
I'll say this much.
It is about a box.
"Come to the party.
Come to the party. "
No!
Chelsea.
I'm sorry.
Why?
I didn't know.
I'm sorry.
Chelsea?
Please don't die.
What the fuck is going on?
Who the fuck is this?
Whoa! Jake!
Calm down!
It's just me, Chelsea.
What happened?
I just killed you.
Huh?
I just killed you.
You just died in my arms.
Oh, Jake.
Can I ask you a stupid question?
Could this place be a portal?
I mean to the real Hellworld.
Somebody wants us
to believe that.
That's for sure.
I'm not buying it.
I mean, where's the engineers?
Where are the jailers?
Now, Pinhead is just supposed to
show up and take your soul away.
That's it.
It's not adding up.
Maybe we're already dead.
No, Chelsea.
Nobody opened up the box.
Suppose it has nothing to do
with the box, Jake.
Suppose we're in hell
because we belong here.
For what?
For not saving Adam.
From who?
From himself.
From Hellworld.
Chelsea, none of us thought
he would take it that far.
We knew what Hellworld
was doing to Adam.
But we kept on playing it.
That was nobody's fault.
If this is hell,
none of us belong in it.
Well, I'm starting to think
we may not make it out, Jake.
At the rate we're going,
we might not make it long enough
to see the sun rise.
Chelse, when we get out
of this place,
I promise you the most
beautiful sunrise ever.
You're on, Jake.
Where are you?
I locked myself in the attic.
You don't even want to know why.
Okay.
Sit tight.
I'm on my way.
It's from my family's
private stock.
Come on.
Let's not insult the dude.
No insult taken.
Knock yourselves out.
Ow!
Welcome, Hellraisers.
Invitations.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
Chelsea.
Come here, Chelsea.
Come here.
It's just a game, Chelsea.
Adam?
Adam?
Jake!
Jake!
Help!
Chelsea!
No!
Jake!
Chelsea!
- Jake, he's got me!
- Chelsea!
Help!
Whatever it is,
don't believe it.
It's not real!
It's all in your head!
It's whatever you're afraid of!
Don't be afraid!
He's not letting go!
You have to believe me!
It's not happening!
Chelsea, it's not real!
Chelsea!
Jake!
Chelsea.
It's okay.
Listen, Chelsea.
This whole Hellworld thing
has been one big trap.
We've been brought here
for some reason.
I don't know why, but...
Jake.
It's Adam's dad.
What?
No.
It can't be.
It's Adam's dad, Jake.
It can't be.
No, it is.
Do you want to stick around
for any more surprises?
Let's go!
Leaving so soon,
without even saying goodbye?
Goodbye.
Asshole.
Damn!
Go, Chelse.
Let's get out of here!
Let's go!
Move!
Oh, God!
Let's go!
Go!
No.
This way.
Boo.
What is it, Jake?
What is it?
It's us.
You ought to
pat yourself on the back, Jake.
Everything worked out
just like you said it would.
No.
I had nothing to do with this.
No, no, no, no.
I got to give credit
where credit's due.
The rest of them, I knew,
would respond
to a private-party invitation.
But you I wasn't sure about.
No.
I had to lure you out.
And I found you, Jake,
on the Internet.
In the Hellworld chat room.
You did it all for me.
Oh, the things a young man
will tell a prospective lover.
The myth of LeMarchand.
The puzzle box.
Hellworld.
How the game itself would be
the perfect weapon
to do everybody in.
I take my hat off to you.
I couldn't have done it
without you, Jake.
You couldn't have done this.
Oh, yes, I could.
Call it poetic justice for
the people that buried my son.
You sick son of a bitch!
You were never even there
for your own son!
Your son spent his life
waiting for a father
who never came home!
You didn't even go
to his fucking funeral!
That kid took 16 years
of loneliness to his grave.
And now you want to come back
and get revenge on us?
We were the only family
Adam ever had.
You still think you have
a fighting chance, don't you?
No! No!
Fuck!
Get me out!
Chelsea!
Let me out!
Chelsea!
- Can you hear me?
- Jake!
Chelsea! Let me out!
Let me out!
Oh, my God!
I can practically smell
the terror
coursing through your veins.
Why?
Why did you do this?
Revenge.
You and your friends
were right all along.
Hellworld never really
even existed.
It was in your mind
the whole time.
Don't!
Even this very moment.
You believe me now, don't you?
You and your friends have been
six feet under since this began.
Sodium amytal is a drug that
induces a highly impressionable,
trancelike euphoria.
It can be taken in every
which way you can imagine.
No!
You can inhale it.
You can touch it.
- Ingest it.
- No! Please.
You and your friend Jake
were reluctant
to sample my free gifts.
Fuck!
I had to take you by force.
Chelsea!
Once you were drugged,
you were under my spell.
I buried you.
Each in separate coffins
with cellphone at hand.
With ventilation
so you wouldn't run out of air
and miss out on all that
sweet suffering.
It was through these cellphones
I could communicate
subliminal suggestions.
Your own fertile imaginations
did the rest.
Chelsea!
There were freak-outs,
confessions, negotiations,
orgasms, surrenders.
Your own guilt-ridden conscience
even threw Adam in there.
Chelsea.
What a pleasant surprise
that was.
It was all so exhausting.
I barely had enough energy
to go back and enjoy myself
at the party.
I figured, "Why not?
Why not enjoy myself?"
There were a few unexpected
casualties along the way.
Allison severely gouged herself
trying to claw off
her imaginary neck device
and then bled to death.
Derrick's asthma took him out.
And Mike?
He died of good old-fashioned
drop-dead fear.
You know what makes
my revenge so sweet?
I beat you guys
at your own game.
We loved him.
We didn't deserve this.
Tell him that when you see him.
Your dream's over, Chelsea.
No!
Your nightmare is
just about to begin.
No!
See you in hell.
No!
Goodbye, Chelsea.
Come on, guys.
No!
- You're all right.
- No! No!
Let go of me!
- Get off!
- You're okay.
- It's all right.
- You're safe.
- Get off me!
- Let's go.
No!
You're safe.
You're safe now.
You're safe!
Stop!
Stop.
- Oh, my God! No!
- Hey.
You don't need to see.
You don't need to see that.
- Come on.
- No!
Come on.
No!
Oh, God!
Jake!
Oh, my God!
Jake, are you okay?
Jake!
Oh.
Wow.
What a party.
We made it, Jake.
We made it out.
Guess I owe you that sunrise.
You're very lucky, you know.
We almost gave up on you.
I don't understand.
You've been missing for days.
And somebody made a call
a little while ago.
We traced the call
to this location.
I'm sorry to say the house owner
cleared out a few days ago.
Covered his tracks
pretty good, too.
Don't worry.
We'll catch him.
He's gone?
But then, how'd you find us?
Who made the call?
Traced the signal
right to this very spot.
Damndest thing.
We'd have never have found you.
Your cellphone was found
up at the house.
Maybe the owner made the call,
but I doubt it.
I don't get it.
Welcome.
Welcome to hell.
This is not happening.
Seeing is believing.
I should've come for you
a long time ago.
Hellworld.
There's no Hellworld.
It doesn't exist.
Your son was quite the prodigy.
He opened the gateway to hell.
But you never believed yourself,
did you?
Got to wake up.
I got to wake up.
I got to wake up.
Wake up!
How's that for a wake-up call?
Chicago.
No.
No. It's too cold.
Miami.
Typical male.
Yeah. Well,
this typical male delivers.
Check it out.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello, Chelsea.
Jake.