Trapped Ashes Page #2

most horrifying memories.

All right. Who is going to go first?

I will.

I'm an actress, so I don't mind the spotlight.

Phoebe.

Honey, I don't think that's a good idea.

No, it's... it's all right.

Um, actually, I've had

some pretty terrifying

experiences recently,

and... You know what?

Maybe it's good to talk about them.

Baby.

When I first came out here,

they said I was

a Heather Graham type,

and I thought, well, that was good.

I mean, she was cute and likable,

I wanted to be cute and likable, too.

After all, Heather Graham couldn't get

all the Heather Graham parts out there.

At some point I stopped being

Heather Graham,

and I started being

a Sarah Michelle Gellar type.

Then I was Alicia Silverstone.

Oh, and then Mena Suvari.

Thanks.

Uh, yeah. No. I'm right by the...

- Are you ready?

- Yes.

Excellent. Come on in.

Yeah.

- Uh, excuse me.

- Yeah.

I was wondering if I was

going to be seen soon.

What's your name?

Phoebe. Phoebe Kane.

I thought you knew me.

I've been coming in here for years.

Yeah. Uh, I'm really sorry.

You should never

have been called in.

This part's for a 22- to 24-year-old.

I can play that. I'm 22 to 24.

Uh, ha, I'm sorry,

honey, okay? Thanks.

Yeah. No. Go on in now.

God.

Are my eyebrows too thick?

Is my nose too big?

Do I need collagen?

That's why they look better than me.

I'm so glad you didn't fall

for all that "Plastic surgery

is bad for you" crap, Ms. Kane.

Really, it's nice to meet a young woman

who can think for herself,

who can weed out

the media-controlled hype.

Thank you, Dr. Weissman. I actu...

Oh. Dr. Larry.

My... My patients call me Dr. Larry.

Oh. Um, I've heard there are

some risks involved

in breast enhancement.

Well, in the early years...

out of every 10,000 plastic b*obs,

there would be one or two...

bad apples in the barrel,

medically speaking.

Oh!

God.

But we've learned

from our mistakes.

Silicone is bad.

Gel implants are bad.

I wouldn't put those things in my body,

and I won't put them in yours.

Um, then how do you

make my breasts bigger?

Here.

With these.

These are made from reprocessed

human tissue from cadavers.

You mean from dead bodies?

Oh, I know it sounds gross,

but it's completely natural.

You have to think of it more

as an organ transplant.

I mean, most of them

are done from cadavers.

Oh, like in car accidents?

Exactly.

And I guarantee,

you will feel that the breasts

have always been

a part of who you really are.

So...

are you ready

for the new you, Phoebe?

You feeling all right, Phoebe?

You want to go ahead with this?

Good girl.

Gas her.

Count backwards from 100.

100...

99...

99...

98...

97...

6...

5...

4...

3...

When's the next one?

20 minutes, Doctor.

Ah, jeez.

All right, let's go. Come on.

Okey-dokey.

Implants ready, Doctor.

All instruments sterilized, Doctor.

Geronimo.

Nice.

May I have a cigarette?

A double scotch.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Sponge.

Pail.

Stitch her up. Get her out of here.

Get the next one in.

I think I'm ready for my close-up now,

Mr. Spielberg.

Ow.

What the hell?

Must be the goddamn ring.

About a month after

Dr. Larry's surgery,

I got a call from my agent.

He was calling to say I got cast in a film

based on a sci-fi TV series.

I couldn't believe it.

I mean, they actually wanted me

and not some other girl.

Action.

Jesus. Five years inside that hellhole

prison on Mars.

Staring at those

other two planets...

...dreaming about it,

what it would feel like.

Cut.

Zack, what's happened, mate?

She f***ing bit me!

Oh! I'm...

Christ, look, I got a hickey!

It's big enough to have

its own area code.

- F***!

- L... I guess I got too excited.

Are we going to do it again?

You're a f***ing wildcat, girl.

Phoebe, darling,

could you just take it easy on him?

Yeah... yeah... yeah.

Zack, can I talk to you for a sec?

It's nothing heavy. It's just...

I can't believe how my life

has turned around.

I mean, I'm actually working now.

I bought new furniture for my apartment

for the first time.

I've even got a sex life.

I know this sounds stupid,

but... it's all because of my b*obs.

Did you hear me?

Look at the size of them.

I wasn't making this up.

They hurt like hell.

I know, baby. I got your message,

but listen, it's all taken care of

because I got bug spray.

Rose-scented,

and ta-da!

Look at the bed, baby.

Tropical mosquito netting.

Mm... Oh, yeah.

What are you doing?

Oh, my...

No! Oh!

You're not going to cut it off!

Ohh! No!

No! No! No!

- You okay?

- Stay away from me.

- What?

- What have you got,

some kind of freaky f***ing nipple ring?

No! I don't know what happened!

Oh, my God, I'm as scared as you are.

I'm f***ing out of here.

What?

Zack, please don't go.

Oh, my gosh.

What is going on?

What is going on? What is going on?

Oh, my God.

Dr. Larry, open up!

I need to talk to you now!

Oh, excuse me.

Do you know where Dr. Weissman is?

No, honey, I'm sorry.

He hasn't been in for over a month.

A month?

There's been some other

girls looking for him.

Are you okay, honey?

No. I need to find him!

I have a medical emergency!

Don't you have any idea

where he could be?

Well, you could try the research facility

in San Pedro.

It's 11270 Wharf Front Drive.

Wait. But...

Oh, yeah, wait... 1127, 1127, 1127.

Can I speak to Dr. Lucy, please?

Oh... my...

Dr. Larry.

What are you doing

in there, Miss Kane?

You'll catch your death of cold.

Who are you?

How do you know my name?

I'm Dr. Lucy,

and these are my colleagues:

Dr. Judith...

and Dr. Charlotte.

Are you going to kill me?

Kill you?

Whatever gave you that idea?

Because you killed Dr. Larry.

His body's hanging up there.

He made the unfortunate decision

to operate on himself,

and when he contracted gangrene,

he asked... that his body be

used for scientific purposes.

I'm afraid you'll be his last

but finest creation, Miss Kane.

You know what he did to me?

My breasts, they...

Feed on human blood.

Yes, we know.

We designed them that way.

I don't understand.

Why would you do this?

We are men of science.

We've spent our lives

trying to find ways

to extend human existence.

I mean, why should people grow old?

You could say that we've been looking

for the Fountain of Youth.

We developed an artificial breast,

but rather than producing milk...

these breasts will

feed off human blood,

thus restoring

vital energy to the body.

Haven't you noticed

how much younger and sexier

you've been looking?

Yes, but I thought it was

just my new breasts.

It's a new you, Miss Kane.

But I don't want a new me.

I want the old me back

without these bloodsucking

tits you gave me!

I'm sorry.

I thought you understood.

The operation is, uh, permanent.

You mean I'm stuck

with these... things

for the rest of my life?

We all are, Miss Kane.

Oh, man.

That's a f***ed-up story.

Excuse me for saying.

I have to ask, though,

do they... hurt?

Your... Your breasts, I mean.

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