Heat-Haze Theatre Page #4

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Beautiful.

Takes your breath away.

But also a little embarrassing.

Sex organs with eyes.

How very convenient, but...

...as they look out at me,

I feel as if I'm falling into a hole.

This one is laughing.

The mouth is wide open.

It has to be a woman.

- It's mine.

- I remember. It's your woman.

Yes, you're having sex with her.

- You see it?

- Oh yes.

But I know

an even scarier woman.

More mysterious, more real.

How can I put it?

Intercourse between

one soul and another.

Souls?

This is the last one.

Let's follow tradition.

The smell of blood intoxicates you,

making the doll inside seem to shine.

That is my son.

He fell in love

with a married woman.

He watched her from a distance,

his heart ablaze.

But he never touched her.

One night, as usual,

he went out to spy on her.

He came back at dawn.

Then he told me

that he was going to die.

He'd followed the woman that night.

She crossed a field

and then sat in front of a shrine.

As he watched her,

a young man appeared.

They sat together at the shrine,

back to back, in silence.

My son studied the young man.

Then he realised

that the young man was he, himself.

He saw himself?

The soul of my son

had left his body.

It sat, back to back,

with the woman.

Then he told me

that he was indeed dead.

Then, that night, he...

Her moist eyes

And sweet whispering words

Could easily cheat

My pure, innocent heart

I knew lovely roses had thorns

I knew lovely girls set traps

For such as /

I wish I hadn't known anything at all

I would have been happy

I'm not good at making dolls.

But I do like those Freemasons.

I always attend their meetings.

"Love" is my nickname

at the meetings.

It means artlessness.

Returning to dust.

The end of the ceremony.

My soul is...

...swaying.-

Deep inside me...

Swaying wildly...

The blonde!

Japanese flowers are for graves.

They are only ever placed

on a grave.

So the flowers

which are placed on graves

are the most beautiful of all.

Don't you agree?

I asked Tamawaki

to visit me in hospital,

bringing flowers

taken from a cemetery.

He said I was teasing him.

So Shinako collected them.

She understands exactly how I feel.

Because we're both women.

Ridiculous.

This is absurd!

I saw the funeral with my own eyes.

- Whose?

- Yours.

I was watching you too.

From the coffin.

The moon is full.

My dyed hair

cannot deceive the moonlight.

Tamawaki would only ever

make love to me in the moonlight.

He loved the way my hair changed.

No moonlight, no loving for me.

I'm like a phantom.

Tamawaki made a phantom of me.

So I can't live without him.

Yet he deserted me!

Now I think I can survive.

Mr Matsuzaki.

Help me live, will you?

Make me live.

You can. Please.

You're a doll with a hole.

Your inner self is in there.

That's your value.

You have a hole.

You can see many things in there.

Once you've seen your fill,

you must break it.

That's your destiny.

I can hear drums.

Is there a festival on?

There's something on in town.

Perhaps a decorated train.

"Soup lchimura...

Rice Kataoka...

m AN ...

"Actors and actresses

will entertain the audience!"

Are they traveling minstrels, or...?

Hello.

Old man, can you hear me?

Come on, open the curtain.

Start! Go ahead.

Someone is lost!

Someone is lost!

Ine is lost

Go find her.

Hey-

ls the lost person a child?

She isn't a child.

I think she is... 27 or 28 years old.

She's married too.

So she ran away.

Give me three bottles.

Yes, sir.

Ine... She was in the hospital.

Then she suddenly disappeared.

She knew she'd die.

The end of her life.

She's already dead.

You're joking.

Dead people can't get lost.

Not in this world.

She's lost in the darkness

between this world and beyond.

She is lost forever.

Search for her.

In the darkness...

From here to Hell.

Goodness!

It frightens me.

Noodle seller.

Will you come with us?

Let's go to Hell.

We'll take you with us.

Come with us!

- No!

- Good!

Eat and run!

Ine is lost

Go find her.

Who were they?

Phantoms who deceive men?

I thought you were dead.

Are we together in Hell?

You're an idiot.

She really loved you.

Why run away?

You should encourage her.

Tell her you'll live with her,

at least.

You slept with lne, didn't you?

She told me.

Said she robbed me of my lover.

I'm your lover? Really?

I want to live!

I really do.

I want to live with you.

Why this wish to die?

You're the outer self.

She's the inner self.

Of course.

Just like all men.

They prefer the inner self.

It makes me sad.

You escaped after all.

You can't take her.

You can't die twice.

Can your wife die twice?

Who will die with her next?

Be seated, sir.

It's better than standing.

Thank you.

Tell me.

What's the story of the play?

I don't know.

The children improvise.

I really don't know.

Please sit down, sir, madam.

Thank you.

Damn it!

Don't discriminate.

I've been standing from the start!

Attention.

Attention.

I've been waiting

for the midnight bell.

Snow woman.

Pour me a drink

when you finish your make-up.

You're trembling.

Are you cold?

Yes, I am feeling rather chilled.

Naturally, you...

You fell into hellfire.

You fell into hellfire.

And you became a snow woman.

You returned from Hell

as a geisha or prostitute.

When you were a woman named...

Named what?

What's my next line?

Ine.

Named lne. What did you do?

Tell me your story as I drink.

III cannot...

III cannot...

You make me feel sad.

Come out, phantoms.

Let us be merry.

With pleasure!

Never tell of this

to Taro of Tanba.

Never tell him.

Thank you, madam.

Thank you.

She looks so cold.

The actress, I mean.

What's your name, girl?

Sugar Arashi.

No, your role.

Isn't it Irene?

It's lne.

Ine?

- Tell me.

- What do you want to know?

Tell me the plot of this play.

If you carry on watching,

you'll soon see.

Of course.

But please tell me first.

Who wrote the story?

I really want to know.

If you keep watching...

I'm in a hurry.

Tell me now.

Be nice to me, OK?

You're very stubborn.

It's not that she's stubborn.

An actress only plays a role.

She knows nothing more.

Who are you?

I'm a playwright

who carries bladder cherries.

You want to know the plot?

Yes. Reveal it.

When Irene becomes Ine,

she goes crazy.

The mad Ine has dark hair.

She believes in her man

and does her hair

in the formal style.

But love is transitory and fragile.

The strings of love are cut.

Who cut it?

You will see soon enough.

The next act is the climax.

She becomes a corpse.

Her skin is pawed by the satyrs.

You simply must watch it.

I made her wig very carefully.

It's blonde at first,

then it shimmers into black.

It's the curse of Hell.

We'll show it to you.

I'm leaving.

I don't need to see this.

Did you write this?

Love and grudges -

your favourite themes.

I'm afraid not.

It's far too realistic for my pen.

Are you being modest?

Or over proud of yourself?

It's just some phantom show.

Who talks of realism here?

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