Trapped Ashes
- R
- Year:
- 2006
- 105 min
- 40 Views
As we pass our New York City street,
please turn your attention
to the sidewalk up ahead.
made her very last film appearance
standing on that spot.
Studio old-timers say her spirit
has been seen there on occasion.
Well, let's see if she'll put in
an appearance for us this morning.
Oh, well. I guess she's too bashful.
How did I let you talk me into this?
Oh, stop complaining.
Look, we got these free
VIP tickets from my agency,
and, well, at least I think
my agency sent them,
but anyway, baby,
didn't you want to ever do
things that tourists do,
like Wax Museum or the Graveline Tour?
I did them when I first came to L.A.
In one day.
I can't believe we're
here without the kids.
How'd we get roped into this anyhow?
I think it was that architect's prize I won.
Remember that swag-bag they gave us,
the ones with the sunglasses you liked
that Alice broke?
I think they were in there.
I'm just not in the mood.
Can we please go back to the hotel?
Well, come on.
I hear the bus. Let's go.
Come on. Get some speed on it.
Henry.
Just hurry up. You can do it.
My feet are killing me.
Why did you wear the stilettos?
All aboard.
Watch your head.
Uh, conductor, is it okay
if we take pictures?
Please go ahead. We encourage it.
Oh, no, no, no. Not of me.
Nobody wants to take my picture.
Ah. Thank you.
Hey, I know that guy.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
I met with him
when I first came out here.
He worked in a bunch
back in the '60s.
Nobody's hired him in years.
Really?
All aboard.
Wait!
All set. And away we go.
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the magic
and the mystery of Ultra Studios,
bloom, blossom, wither, and die away.
Through this fence,
why, you can see
the most infamous set on the lot.
The legendary House of Horrors
from Desmond Hacker's Hysteria.
Um, can we go inside?
Oh, I'm sorry.
No, it's not safe inside.
We only open it for special occasions.
Well, we're special, aren't we?
I mean, this is the VIP tour, right?
Says VIP on the tickets. All access.
Well, I don't know.
Oh, come on.
Oh, please.
We won't tell anybody.
Come on.
Well, if you're all sure.
Absolutely.
Yes.
Okay. Max, open it up. Let them in.
I tried to warn them.
Hysterial
Can we go inside?
Yes, yes. You can all come in.
Watch your step, please.
Looks like somebody's
been sitting here a little too long.
Look at this guy.
It's a shame they don't
take better care of this place.
Yeah. That's typical Hollywood.
No respect for its own past.
Hey, can we go upstairs?
Oh, feel free to walk around,
but don't touch anything.
Some of Hacker's effects
may still be working.
Okay.
Present.
Did you hear that?
No, I didn't hear anything.
It came from up there.
Andy, be careful.
Nothing there.
Yeah, whatever.
Are you here alone?
No. I'm with my husband.
That's a shame.
Because I'm here alone,
and I thought if you were, too,
we might hook up.
Excuse me. We haven't
been introduced.
Leo.
Julia.
Your husband's a very lucky man
to have such a beautiful wife.
I've always loved tall women myself.
They're such a challenge.
You work at the Egyptian Theater
on Hollywood Boulevard, right?
Yeah.
I book the films there.
I thought you looked familiar.
I'm Andy. I'm a screenwriter.
I loved the Mario Bava series you put on.
Black Sunday, Blood and Black Lace,
all that weird Italian Gothic stuff.
I wonder what happened to him.
I mean Desmond Hacker,
the guy who made Hysteria.
No one would work with him after a while.
There were rumors of orgies
and satanic rituals
at night on his sets.
He made millions for this studio,
and then one day,
they just barred him from the lot.
After that, he disappeared.
Maybe this is him.
Whatever.
Come on.
Let's get out of here.
Let's try this one.
Are you okay?
Phoebe, honey, there you are.
Where were you guys?
We were back there.
Found this crazy room
with decapitated heads.
It was really cool.
So how do we get back
to the main entrance?
We don't know.
We all came in
through different directions,
thinking that was the way out.
Okay, Mr. Tour Guide,
this has been a lot of fun
and everything,
but can you get us out of here now?
Uh, I don't know that I can.
You sure as hell can, buddy.
Come on. You got a passkey,
a walkie-talkie, something.
Stop it. You're just scaring him.
Now please. Just think.
Which of these doors
leads to the front of the house?
Well, it... it's not as simple as that.
Do you remember
the plot of Hysteria?
All the characters gather in one room
to tell horror stories to each other?
Well, this is that room.
Desmond Hacker had it built
on a rotating platform.
Once his actors were inside,
they couldn't get out
until he released them.
I think someone's trapped us in here.
Honey, where's your phone?
Damn it, where's my phone?
Sh*t. Here it is, here it is, here it is.
Listen, I suffer
from severe claustrophobia,
so if this is a joke
or interactive whatever...
Just breathe. Just breathe.
You're in for one hell
of a lawsuit, mister.
I promise you that.
Enough of this sh*t.
We're getting out of here!
No! Don't, don't, don't!
That's studio property.
F*** this studio!
You were supposed to take us
on a crummy 45-minute tour,
not suffocate us
in some torture dungeon!
Sh*t.
This is the door we came in!
There's got to be a way.
There's got to be a way.
Oh, what the f***!
Wow.
That was quite a trick.
I warned you before you came in.
All the effects in this house are real.
Then why did you bring us in here?
Well, I tried to warn you,
but you all wanted to come inside,
Oh, so scary.
Look, I think we should
just calm down.
I mean, they'll realize we're missing.
The tram bus is parked outside.
Somebody will come spot it
and come looking for us.
She's right, isn't she?
Yes, it's, uh, possible.
What do you mean it's possible?
Well, it could take them a while
to figure out we're inside.
And the studio closes in a few hours.
Oh. It could be tomorrow
before they find us.
Maybe there's another way out.
How?
You remember in Hysteria,
the mad undertaker forces everyone
to tell horror stories to each other.
Well...
maybe that's what
someone wants us to do.
Reenact the movie, in essence.
You think someone's watching us,
like they saw us come in here?
It's possible.
Oh, stop saying that.
"It's possible, it's possible. "
You don't have a clue
what's going on here.
Why do you hate me so?
L... I'm a victim here just like you are.
Look, I mean,
why don't we just try it?
We can't break our way out.
She's right. Let's just
tell some scary stories
and see what happens.
Oh. Oh, no.
They... They can't be just any stories.
They have to be personal, true stories.
Desmond Hacker forced his cast
to tell their own
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