Siamese sequel

Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth (1992) is a Siamese sequel in that it’s simultaneously a sequel to Hellraiser and a sequel in spirit to Black Widow. Both predecessors were coincidentally released in 1987. When I think of Black Widow, I thought of the lesbian subtext and the colour green being a motif. As for Hell on Earth, notice how a female sculpture in the background has a phallic appendage. I’m surprised that the threequel isn’t known as Gay on Green Earth. The July `91 draft of the script (which wasn’t the same as the shooting script) was actually more gay in its subtext. Here are examples…



          INT.   MAIN ROOM, JOEY'S APT.    NIGHT
          
          CLOSE on the front door of the apartment as it opens to reveal
          Terri leaning against the doorframe.
          
          Clad identically to how we last saw her, Terri clutches a well-
          stuffed leather bag, containing all her worldly possessions.
          
                                     TERRI
                        Hi.  How're you doing?
          
          Not waiting for either reply or invitation, she moves forward.
          
          CUT TO WIDE
          
           - as Terri walks past the dressing-gowned Joey and heads
          straight for Joey's sofa and sprawls on it, laying her bag on
          the floor beside her.
          
                                     TERRI
                        You got anything to drink?
          
          Joey closes the door, raised eyebrows registering her slight
          disapproval at Terri's cavalier attitude.  Her voice, however,
          is polite.
          
                                     JOEY
                        I put some decaf on. Er ... make yourself comfortable.
          
                                     TERRI
                        Right.
          
          Joey walks past Terri and through to her kitchen, from where we
          hear the sound of COFFEE BEING POURED.
          
          Terri looks around at Joey's room.
          
          VARIOUS ANGLES ON ROOM
          
          The large and spacious room suggests that even if Joey is
          dissatisfied with her job she's at least being paid enough to
          make it bearable.  The room is very ordered, very neat, but
          stops short of being prissy.
          
          A very large picture window takes up all of one wall.  At the
          moment of course the drapes are closed.  Another wall is taken
          up by a huge shelf unit packed with books, videos, and CDs.
          Joey's obsession with "getting the whole story" seems to be
          true of her personal life as well as her professional.
          
          ANGLE ON TERRI
          
           - having finished her quick examination, she calls out.
          
                                     TERRI
                        So ... what was your bad dream?


How that excerpt ends is how it begins in the released version. Whether the previous stuff was filmed or not remains to be seen. Below, I’ve underlined the lines that you didn’t get to hear or see.


                                     TERRI
                        Whatever.  All I know is - this is it
                        for me.  Just me, my bag, and a series
                        of shithead boyfriends.  It'd be good to
                        see something else.  Have a nighttime
                        life.  Be somebody different.
          
Terri pauses, then smiles like she's just realized something.
          
                                     TERRI
                        Hey ... this is great, isn't it?  Just
                        girls talking.  Like having a
                        conversation?  Good coffee.  You got a
                        cigarette?
          
Joey waits, letting herself catch up with Terri's good-natured but marginally strung-out personality.  She looks around the room as if trying to remember where there are cigarettes.
          
                                     JOEY
                        Uh...  yeah.  Yeah, somewhere.  Wait a minute.
          
Joey crosses to the big shelf-unit and pulls out a concealed pack of cigarettes, a Zippo lighter, and an ashtray from behind a shelf of videos.  We notice that the videos are THE WORLD AT WAR, volumes 1 thru 26.  She brings the smokes to Terri.
          
                                     TERRI
                        Great.  Thanks.  You gonna have one?
          
                                     JOEY
                        I'm trying to quit.
          
                                     TERRI
                        Oh, go on.  Have one.  Fuck it.  You
                        think you're going to live forever?
          
She smiles and proffers the pack to Joey who shrugs, smiles, and takes one.  Terri picks up the Zippo and sparks it. A huge FLAME leaps out of the lighter, producing an instant of terror from Terri.  Joey pulls the lighter back from Terri and closes the lid extinguishing the flame.  Terri draws a book of matches from her pocket shakily attempts to light her cigarette.
          
                                     JOEY
                        Sorry.  It was my father's.  It's temperamental.
          
                                     TERRI
                        It's okay.  It's just someone burned me once.
         
Joey takes the book of matches from Terri's hands and lights both cigarettes. Terri takes a long, fearful look at the burning flame and then takes a deep, calming drag of her cigarette.
          
                                     TERRI
                        Wanna know how I look at it?  Way I see
                        it is ... you give up, right?  Three
                        days later, you get hit by a fucking
                        truck and you know - you just KNOW 
                        that your last thought as you go under
                        those wheels'd be "Jesus H. Christ, I
                        coulda smoked another three packs!"
          
          She lays the book of matches down.  Joey's eyes go to them.
          
          ANGLE ON MATCHES
          
          Black letters on the dark-grey cover: UNDER THE UNDERGROUND.
          
          ANGLE ON JOEY AND TERRI
          
          Terri's eyes flick to the match-book and her mood changes,
          becoming subdued and a little sullen.
          
                                     TERRI
                        Oh.  You wanna talk about that stuff.


That last line was essentially left i.e. it was reworded differently. The following morning when Terri is making breakfast for Joey in Joey’s apartment, there was way more dialogue and not necessarily in a homosexual way. There is so much dialogue that’s missing from the released version that I’ve only underlined the stuff that was heard…


                                     TERRI
                        Jeez, I've never owned anything.  I
                        haven't even had a room of my own since
                        I was fifteen years old.
      
          
                                     JOEY
                        How have you...?
          
                                     TERRI
                        Guys.  Sometimes friends.  Mostly guys.
          
          Terri walks past Joey's TV set (sound down, cartoons playing).
          
          ANGLE ON TV
          
          The Box is on top of the TV.  In the warm light of morning it
          seems innocuous and harmless, like just another ornament.
          
          DIFFERENT ANGLE
          
           - as Terri walks on, pausing by the shelves of books.
          
                                     TERRI
                        Wow.  Lotta books.  You read all these?
          
                                     JOEY
                        No.  I buy them to impress people.  Of
                        course I've read them.
          
                                     TERRI
                        Cool.  I read a book once.  It was like
                        all these people discovering who they
                        used to be.  You know, like
                        reincarnation?  It was really good.  You
                        ever read that?
          
                                     JOEY
                        I don't think so.  But it's a
                        fascinating subject.  Did you ...
          
          But Terri has already moved on.  She is by the big picture
          window.  The drapes are now open.
          
                                     TERRI
                        Great view!  Great view!  Look at this!
          
          Joey stands and walks to join Terri.
          
                                     JOEY
                        Actually, I'm pretty familiar with the
                        view ...
          
          GIRLS' POV - THROUGH WINDOW
          
          Joey's apartment is on a high floor and her window overlooks
          many lower buildings, giving a view of the city beyond.
          
          
                                     JOEY
                                    (off)
                        ... but it is good.  You know, over to
                        the left, you can ...
          
                                     TERRI
                               (looking to right and pointing)
                        Who's that?
          
          On the flat roof of a nearby building, a RETARDED TEENAGE BOY
          sits motionless in an old rusty deck chair next to a small
          Jerry-built pigeon coop.  Its door is open and it is empty.
          
          The boy is some distance from the girls but his solitude, his
          stillness, and the empty coop beside him lend the scene an
          atmosphere of sadness and loss.
          
          As Joey tells his story, we INTERCUT between the POV of the
          roof and the girls at the window.
          
                                     JOEY
                        I don't know his name ...  I saw the
                        whole story.  A wounded bird was on his
                        roof.  I could hear its cries from here.
                        He went straight to it.  I couldn't've.
                        I'd be frozen between pity and fear.
                        But he wasn't.  Its pain spoke directly
                        to him.  He picked it up.  Nursed it.
                        Fed it.  And it got better.  Everyday
                        he'd watch the pigeon.  Everyday the
                        pigeon would watch him. I saw him learn.
                        Learn that there was one more thing he
                        had to do to make the rescue complete.
                        And one day, just as afternoon became
                        evening, he leaned over, opened the
                        cage, and walked away.  Didn't look
                        back.  But he heard the sound of its
                        wings.
          
                                     TERRI
                        And he still sits there?
          
                                     JOEY
                        Every day.
          
                                     TERRI
                        Maybe he thinks it'll come back.
          
                                     JOEY
                        No.  He knows it won't.  It was his
                        final act of love and part of him knows
                        that and part of him doesn't yet.
          
          
                                     TERRI
                        Bullshit!  He should've kept it.  It'd
                        live longer!  It's dangerous out there!
                        People get hurt!
          
          ANGLE ON JOEY
          
           - as she realizes she has a wounded pigeon of her own.
          
                                     JOEY
                        What?  I wasn't talking about ... I ...
                        Do you want to stay?  You want to stay
                        here for a while?
          
          Terri shrugs, gives a nervous smile.
          
          Joey crosses to the TV, picks up the Box and weighs it in her
          hand.
          
                                     JOEY
                                        OK.  OK.  It's a done deal. But you have to help me.
I've got to solve this thing. I've got to know what's going on.


The below scene never happened.


INT.  MAIN ROOM, JOEY'S APT.   NIGHT
          
          ANGLE ON DESK
          
           - FAVORING the telephone/answering machine, its red message
          light blinking in the darkness of the apartment.
          
          Heard OFF is the sound of Joey coming in to her apartment -
          doors opening and closing, bags being put down, footsteps etc.
          
          Joey's hand comes into frame and presses the message button.
          
          WIDER ANGLE
          
           - as Joey waits for her machine and glances around the room
          for Terri.
          
                                     JOEY
                        Terri?
          
          ANGLE ON SOFA - JOEY'S POV

          
          The sofa is empty.
          
          Joey looks puzzled and is about to call again when the machine
          kicks in.
          
                                     FALLON
                                    (on ansafone)
                        Ms.  Summerskill.  Joanne.  Hello.  This
                        is Dr. Fallon.  Martin.  Your reference
                        material is on its way to you.  I very
                        much enjoyed talking to you and I hope
                        that if I'm ever in town you'll do me
                        the honor of (sqwaaaaalk)
          
          Joey has her finger on the fast forward button.
          
                                     JOEY
                        In your dreams, pal.
          
          The chipmunk-squeal of Fallon's voice is replaced by the
          warning-beep of a second message.  Joey lets it play.
          
                                     WOMAN
                                 (on ansafone)
                         ... your number from your resume.
                        Which was very impressive, by the way.
                        My name is Sharon Leech and you can
                        reach me here at K-YZY in Monterey, area
                        code 805 ... (sqwaaalk)
          
          Joey stops the tape.
          
                                     JOEY
                                 (to herself)
                        Shit. Why now? Why not last week? Oh ...
          
          She glances round at the empty room again, troubled by Terri's
          absence.  She crosses to her bedroom door.
          
          
          INT.   JOEY'S BEDROOM   NIGHT
          
          Joey enters the darkened room - and then stops a few feet from
          the door.
          
          Terri - lit only by the moonlight through the blinds - is lying
          on one side of Joey's bed fast asleep.  Apart from her shoes,
          which she has kicked off, she is fully dressed.
          
          Joey approaches the bed and watches her sleeping friend, her
          face sympathetic, affectionate, and troubled.
          
          Joey reaches over, takes one of the pillows from the other side
          of the bed, and lays it at the bottom end.
          
          She slips off her shoes, shrugs off her jacket, and -
          delicately, carefully - climbs on to the other side of the bed,
          laying her head on the pillow she had moved.
          
                                     JOEY
                                  (whispered)
                                  Goodnight, Terri ...


The next scene was only half-seen


INT.   MAIN ROOM, JOEY'S APT.   NIGHT
          
          Joey enters the unlit main room.  She glances across at the
          sofa.  It's unoccupied.  Joey puts the light on.
          
          She grimaces at the chaos of the room - the piles of videos and
          books - and crosses the room to the bedroom door.  She opens
          the door and looks in.
          
                                     JOEY
                        Terri, we can't bunk up every night!
                        People will...
          
          The bedroom is empty, nobody on the bed.
          
                                     JOEY
                                    (off)
                        ...talk.  ...Terri?
          
          Joey leaves the door and walks back into the main room.
          
          She looks around and then walks over to the phone.  Something
          has caught her eye.
          
          ANGLE BY PHONE
          
          A hand-scrawled note by the phone reads ENJOY MONTEREY, YOU
          LIAR.
          
          JOEY registers the note.

          
                                     JOEY
                        Oh shit.
          
          Joey shakes her head sadly.  What can she do?  It's the early
          hours of the morning.  She has no idea where Terri is.  She
          walks back to the bedroom and closes the door behind her.


A few more things that I would like to say about the green connection. There is a scene outside the Pyramid Gallery where we see an old man across the road with his dog. On the right side of the wall to where the man is standing, there are three white stripes which are small in size and have a green background. Later on, when Joey looks at the tapes, what looks like the number 3 can be seen in semi-green glory on the top at the left side of the screen. Even the `91 draft of the screenplay references a digital clock having warm green figures.

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