Anarchy Parlor Page #2

but, you know, it is their tradition.

And it's... it's a great honor

to be tattooed.

Hey, buddy. Steph and I

are gonna go back to the hotel.

- Uh, have you seen Amy?

- She left with Brock.

I saw them leave...

fall down the stairs earlier.

She's probably back at the hotel partying.

Ok. We'll catch up with you later, buddy.

I like this one. What does it mean?

Great choice. Its literal translation...

"Love forever."

F***! Hey. Slow down.

I don't wanna bust yet.

- Harder. Harder!

- Oh, f***!

I'm gonna come. Almost.

Oh, f***!

F***ing b*tch!

So, Amy, what do you do

back in the States?

Mm, I'm a student.

And I'm supposed to go to

medical school in a couple of months.

Um, we're here on vacation.

And I really like it.

There's some doubt in your voice

about medical school.

Am I that transparent?

Yeah, I mean, it's what I should do.

I'm just not sure if it's what I want to.

Should do? Said who?

Boyfriend?

You dictate your own destiny.

You still have time

to find your true passion.

True.

Sometimes...

you don't know until you try something.

Hey, um...

I think I might have drank too much.

I'm feeling kind of lightheaded.

Amy!

Run!

What did you do?

You're right.

He's perfect.

No moles, no marks.

No scars.

Amy.

Amy! Amy!

What are you doing?

What the f*** are you doing?

No, please! Please, help!

Somebody help!

Please!

Amy, wake up. Amy.

What the f*** are you doing?

Amy!

Amy. Wake up.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What the f*** are you doing? Stop!

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, let's talk about this.

Wait. Wait. Stop!

Please, no. Wait, wait.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Oh, don't do this. No, no, no! No! Don't!

No, no, no, no.

F***!

Please!

Oh, no, no, no! Oh!

Oh! Stop!

Stop, please!

What are you gonna do?

Amy...

There's so much I want to share with you.

You're probably wondering

why you can't move.

- Well, you and your friend...

- F*** you!

- Let us go!

- ...have been injected

with a neuromuscular blocker from

the venom of a blue-ringed octopus.

I find... it works quite well.

And don't worry about it,

you can still feel everything.

Which is very important to this process.

You're sick!

Just let us go, please! Please!

Please stop!

Please, just let us go! Please!

No! No, don't! Ah!

Brock! Oh, God!

Oh, f***!

Oh, f***!

No!

- Oh, my God!

- Oh, God!

Please...

Let us go.

Look at him, crying like a c*nt.

F*** you! F*** you!

Let me go!

My friends,

they have money. Please.

I'll do anything.

Sorry, but money cannot help you.

And I'm afraid you have

so much left to give.

You know, I used to feed my dog pig ears.

But they just don't have

the same nutritional value.

Beast.

You're sick. F*** you!

Listen to him when he speaks to you, c*nt!

Uta, Uta.

Release her throat.

You're dead.

Amy, what are they doing?

This will shut you up, p*ssy boy.

Leave him alone, you freak!

The skin is the ultimate canvas.

Flaying, or the process of removing

the skin from the body,

is actually an ancient practice used

by the Assyrians in the Ming dynasty.

They used to do it merely

for execution and torture.

Certain tribes in Europe discovered...

- No!

- The skin can serve

a much higher... purpose.

Since you're a medical student, Amy,

or contemplating medical school,

obviously you know there

are seven layers of skin.

Skin is actually an organ.

We need to cut through all seven layers

in order to create the perfect... canvas.

- There.

- Why? Why are you doing this to us?

Why?

No! Stop!

Stop! Please! Don't!

Amy, this is perhaps

the most important step.

No! No!

- If you don't use this tool...

- Stop!

...correctly to separate the skin...

From the muscle, you can tear the canvas

rendering it completely useless.

In our case, you'd need another donor.

What are you?

Brock, I'm sorry.

Why?

Brock, please don't leave me.

Oh, God.

You see, Amy? The Yakuza got it all wrong.

Skinning a dead man's body

only wounds the canvas.

Elasticity is gone.

Sure, the ink stays,

but it's the poor man's version.

Why?

Why are you doing this to us?

I'm sure this is all a bit

much to wrap your brain around.

In time, you'll see.

Uta, take this canvas

to the gallery, prepare it.

You're sick!

What are you gonna do?

Please, just let us go!

He needs... he needs medical attention!

Please!

Let us go!

Why?

Oh, f***.

You better not like

that slut more than me.

Only you.

- Who is it?

- It's us! Let us in!

- Oh, go away!

- Oh, my God, seriously! Let us in!

Oh, f***. F***.

I see you later.

- She's got great timing.

- I f***ing hate Stephanie.

Hello.

Jeez. Wow.

This is where I should have been, huh?

- Seriously?

- Shut the f*** up, Jesse.

- F***.

- What's so important anyway?

Well, we checked all the rooms,

and there is no sign of Brock or Amy.

Um, ok. And?

And they didn't come back last night.

I've been trying to tell her, I'm sure

Amy just hooked up with the loser.

- Know what I mean?

- Hey, chill, man.

No, no. There's no way that Amy

would hook up with Brock,

and she definitely wouldn't just...

not come back and not tell anybody.

Exactly. We went downstairs,

and they haven't seen them either.

They left no messages.

Ok, well, they were heading to that

tattoo parlor with that freaky chick.

Can anyone remember the name of it?

- Or her?

- We were wasted last night.

I barely remember anything

about last night. Ow.

I'll check Brock's profile.

He usually updates his photos.

Wait. Let me see that.

Yeah. Looks like, uh,

Brock was obsessed with Amy.

I just solved your case.

No, he's just a pig.

Yeah. Looks like Jesse's right.

I got f***ing nothing.

Ok, look. I'm starting

to get a bit worried.

Maybe we should go out and look for them.

- Yeah.

- Oh, don't freak out, everybody.

- I'm sure they're fine.

- The brains of the group.

Give us five minutes. We're gonna get changed

and we'll meet you down in the lobby.

Come on, let's go.

Amy.

I want to show you something special.

A gift so unique...

It only happens once in a lifetime.

Perhaps you've heard of the Irezumi,

or the hand-poked method of tattooing.

I'm not sure what you're talking about.

But please, please just let me go.

I dip this needle in ink,

and poke it through your skin,

hundreds of times.

And you will feel each poke.

You must hold still.

You have such beautiful skin.

Stop!

We went down one that looked like it.

It wasn't this one.

I'm telling you that on the map,

there's one down here.

- I swear.

- This is it?

- It's here.

- All right. Go.

Let me try, let me try.

- Kevin, what happened back there?

- Don't worry about it.

- I think we should call the cops.

- No, no. Wait to see what Jesse's got.

This is the seventh tattoo place

that we've been to.

This was your idea.

Guys, the owner just told me that freak

works at a place called The Parlor,

- not too far from here.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- All right, cool. Let's go.

Let's do it. Come on.

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