Starfish Hotel Page #2

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Get lost.

Not been your lucky day, has it?

The little woman's run off

and left you, eh?

How did you...?

I know all your secrets.

Since I started wearing this

rabbit suit I can hear things.

Little voice in my head, coming from

far away, telling me stuff.

You should see a doctor.

You can talk! Don't turn your back

on people trying to help you.

I can tell you where to find what

you're looking for - look!

Wonderland- The Sexy Fantasy Zone!

I'm not interested.

Don't be so high and mighty,

pen-pusher!

Everybody's looking for

the same thing.

Chisato.

Wait!

Stop!

It's members only.

Chisato invited me.

No such person here.

Look! This is her!

Only members can get in.

How can I...?

You shouldn't be here.

I'm looking for somebody.

Who? Go back to your room.

Do you know Chisato?

Chisato? Never heard of her.

Look, this is her picture -

I've come to pick her up.

Who are you?

I'm her husband.

I don't know.

If you hear anything...

(Speaks Chinese)

What? You can reach me

at this number.

(Speaks Chinese)

Try to call me and I'll make

it worth your while.

Stop it!

PIease!

They toId me not to say anything.

Look, I'll pay you okay?

I heard she got beaten up.

Beaten up...?

Knocked about by a trick.

Look, don't ask me any more.

What do you mean, "beaten up"?

I don't know anything.

I don't know!

Who hit her?

I thought you weren't coming.

I nearly didn't.

Not here.

Are you Yuichi Arisu?

Yes.

Did you find out anything

about my wife?

Can we come in? We have some

questions we need to ask.

Okay.

It looks like someone burnt down

the WonderIland Club, Mr. Arisu.

They recovered three bodies

from the place...

But there was no way to

identify the remains.

One Chinese woman just

managed to get away.

According to her, someone broke

into the cIub and started a fight.

Mr. Arisu, your phone number

was in her wallet.

The poor girl died this morning.

Identification is going to be

extremely difficult.

It might be impossible.

Could my wife be one of them?

Do you have a recent photo

of your wife, Mr. Arisu?

Yes.

Here.

Something still doesn't add up...

A world taken too much for granted.

people think they can be happy being

cogs in a machine like you.

Unable to see what they should see...

Unable to see what they have lost...

And among all the things they have lost...

Their most important possession.

His stories are like fairy taIes:

always the same pattern.

Children love hearing the same story

time and time again.

They're like children's picture books.

You can't compare them like that.

Now I see what turns you on.

I bet I could write something like this.

"He lay down and reached

for her hand..."

"She brushed his neck with

her right hand..."

"Then her white fingers slipped

inside the collar of his shirt..."

"A look of ecstasy..."

Caller unknown

"A look of ecstasy crossed her face

as she yielded to his thrust..."

shouldn't you get it?

When you sleep with your wife...

Do you ever think of me?

I bet you do.

Cut it out.

Does it excite you?

Do you get all mixed up inside?

Am I in the bed as well?

I've never asked about who you see.

It's best not to.

Why not?

You never talk about your wife either.

It's better this way - we can keep

our two worlds separate.

If we don't, we'll get confused.

I can't go on lying.

It isn't the same as a lie.

As long as you keep

the two worlds apart...

The Tokyo "you" and the "you" here

are different people.

There's no need to lie.

Hey!

My daughter...

Did she work here as well?

She was only nineteen.

It's not safe in here -

Iet's go outside.

It's nice here - it's just

the place for a rabbit.

Was it you?

Did you start the fire?

Fire.

Fire!

Have to go back to the Darkland.

These aren't my hands.

No, they're not my hands.

What's wrong?

Did you hurt your hands?

Do you know whose hands these are?

They're not mine.

Not my hands.

Not mine!

Are you awake?

Did you find my wife?

One of the bodies was a

twenty-year-old Japanese woman.

The others were all foreign nationals.

Mr. Arisu, just how much

did you know about your wife?

What do you mean?

Well, let's suppose she had been

working in that club.

When do you think she started?

I don't know -

I got a flyer from that man.

The one in the rabbit suit?

Mr. Arisu, four people have died.

Somebody took two cans of petrol to

the place and torched it.

This is a murder investigation.

Surely...

you can't think it was me?

I like writing in hospitals at night.

I can sense death close by.

But death is never far away.

It exists within us.

It is as banal as the shadows

of trees in a park.

But we don't see it.

Because we choose not to.

OnIy those who lose a loved one...

Can sense death's shadow

passing through them.

We can feel the presence

of death in this world.

Death is the only reallty -

all the rest is a dream.

There was a disused mine behind

my uncle's property.

I was told never to go there.

I used to sneak inside

when my uncle went out.

I used to stay there for hours

in the darkness.

Imagining all sorts of things.

Weren't you scared?

Not at all.

It was safer than the world outside.

Don't move.

I'll show you what it was

like in the mine.

If you stay still long enough

in the darkness...

You start to imagine

all kinds of things.

You can be anything you want to be.

You can go anywhere you want to go.

Wakey-wakey!

You...?

I was in the area -

thought I'd drop by.

How did you get in?

Oh! Very nice -

I'll have some of that.

Who the hell are you?

Nice place you've got -

very classy.

How did you find my address?

Mr. Trickster told me.

What do you think you're doing?

So, you like mysteries?

Get out.

I know who can find your missus.

I'm calling the police.

They're useless:
idiots,

every one of them.

You need a good detective.

I've used one before.

Got him to check up on my missus.

He was top notch - solved

the mystery good and proper.

Showed me photographic

evidence as well.

Put that down.

Put the knife down.

What f***ing knife?

When I saw the photos I knew.

The camera never lies, as they say.

all her dirty secrets, plain as day.

Thanks for the trip down memory lane -

and thanks for the drink.

HoId on!

I'd think about hiring him -

he'll find what you're looking for.

Mori Private Investigator

people are in and out of

this job all the time.

They come and go as they please,

just like me.

Two years ago there was

an older man, a bit tubby...

Oh, I know who you mean.

He's dead, or so I heard.

About a month ago,

and pretty suddenly, too.

Anyway, I don't really know -

I'm just a temp.

I'm looking for this woman.

Are you a cop or something?

No.

So, what about this woman?

She's my friend.

What kind of "friend"?

An old friend.

Oh yes?

Very pretty hair.

The Tokyo "you" and the "you" here

are different people.

There's no need to lie.

That's a pretty twisted solution.

That's why you like me.

I don't even know you.

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