Trapped Ashes Page #3

Are they... hungry?

Why are you all looking at me

like I'm some kind of a freak?

I'm not. I didn't ask

for this to happen to me.

Uh, Mr. Whatever your name is...

It's Andy.

Andy, you're her boyfriend.

Have you ever seen

these vampire tits of hers?

No, she won't show me her breasts.

Even when we're having sex,

she keeps them covered up.

Well, it's the truth.

I mean, I just figured

it was part of your f***ed-up whatever.

I don't know what I thought.

No, no, no, no. Just admit it.

You wanted some p*ssy,

and you'd believe any

bullshit she told you.

Honey...

Maybe we should just move on, huh?

Who would like to share

their story next?

This is insane.

We should be shouting for help

or banging on the walls or something.

You want to bang on the walls?

Go ahead.

Oh, great. So we just sit here?

If you're so impatient,

why don't you just tell your story?

You know, I don't think so.

L... No offense.

I am not in a sharing mood tonight.

All right.

I'll tell them.

We were in Japan.

I'd dreamed of going there for years,

and finally the opportunity came up

to go to an architects'

conference there,

and I thought if I... if I brought Julia

that maybe we could...

put a little fire back in our marriage.

I could see how unhappy she was.

She'd given up her own career

when we had kids,

and it seemed like a good chance

to get away, just the two of us.

He says all he want to do now

is go fishing and drink beer every day.

The last time he was in New York,

we had to order him

a six-pack of Guinness

for every meeting.

You're funny.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

May I please borrow

my husband for a minute?

Please.

You said something

about just the two of us,

idyllic Japanese holiday,

X- rated sex.

At my last count,

it's us, 40 guys in business suits,

and no X-rated nothing.

I know, but some of these men

are plugged into some

of the most lucrative

building contracts in the Pacific Rim.

I've got your Pacific rim right here.

Well, this could get embarrassing.

Okay, you do what you need to do.

I'm sorry. I don't speak Japanese.

Do you speak English?

My husband Henry

is in the other room.

He's the man in the Ken Iwasaki suit.

Uh, Ken Iwasaki

is a Japanese designer.

Do you know his work?

Anyway, I helped Henry pick out the suit

at Barney's in New York.

Do you know you can

just bring your dog into that store?

It's amazing. All these expensive clothes,

and you can just bring your big, hairy dog

right into the store.

God, what am I saying? I'm babbling.

Oh. Forgive me.

I haven't introduced myself.

My name is Julia.

Yes. Exactly.

Seishin.

Seishin. That's your name?

Well, um, I should go.

My... My husband's

going to wonder what's happened to me.

Julia? Are you there?

Yes.

I'm up here.

Just checking.

Oh, look.

Oh, God. Look at that.

What did you say?

What's that?

Just a word I picked up.

I can't run in these shoes.

You can run in them.

My God.

I've seen you run before

when there's a sale at Barney's.

I'm coming.

There's a man back there at the temple,

and he's hanged himself.

The cemetery by the temple.

She doesn't understand

a f***ing word we're saying.

- Can you tell her?

- I'm trying, Julia.

There's only a few phrases

of Japanese in my guidebook.

None of them happen to be

"I just found a dead guy

at the temple. "

Um, look.

I'm going to draw it.

There. Do you understand?

Dead. Man dead.

Man? Dead?

Yes.

I am very sorry that you had to see this

on your visit to our temple.

Please, who was he?

He lived and studied here.

He was a member of our order.

I can't tell you much more than that.

Julia.

Henry?

What is it?

Nothing. I just had a bad nightmare.

It's okay.

Hi. Have you seen my wife?

You, uh, my wife.

She'll be back.

Don't worry.

Great. Thanks.

Have you seen this woman

anywhere? My wife.

Have you seen her anywhere?

No, you haven't seen her?

I just want to see

if my wife left a message.

Julia, where are you?

Hi. Is the, uh, head... head monk...

is he in?

Shoes.

Hello.

My wife and I were here.

We found the dead man

up in the cemetery,

and now she's disappeared,

and I can't find her.

I remember her. Very beautiful.

I will pray for her safe return.

All right, well, then, can you tell me

what this means?

Where did you get this?

My wife drew it.

I'm sorry, but this is

a matter for the police.

I'll be happy to speak to them for you.

I want you to speak to me.

Do you believe in hell?

These are the chambers of Seishin,

the monk who hang himself,

the one you found.

These pictures

show the road to hell.

I'm afraid this is where

he's taken your wife.

You said you love your wife.

How much?

How much?

She means everything to me.

I can't live without her.

Go back to the cemetery

where you found the man hanging.

There's a cave entrance nearby.

You must go inside.

You must get her

to take this prayer and swallow it.

Swallow it?

Hurry. The longer she remains in there,

the less chance

that either of you will come out alive.

Julia, are you in there?

Henry, where are you?

Oh, stop, Henry. Please, stop.

I'm lost.

Lost.

You can't stop me.

I'm lost.

Swa...

Swallow. Eat this.

Julia. Julia.

Eat this.

I can't believe you told our intimate

family details to these strangers.

Look, you've been under a lot of strain

these last few months.

I was sexually molested by a dead monk

and dragged into the mouth

of Buddhist hell.

I'd call that more than a f***ing strain.

I think we should all

just calm down a little bit.

- What if we can't get out?

- I want to go home...

What if whoever's out there won't let us go?

Are you kidding?

This whole thing is a crock of sh*t.

Probably half the people here

are in on the gag.

What are you guys talking about?

Nothing.

Can I have a cookie?

No.

Perhaps you'd like to tell your story then.

Me?

I have only one scary story to tell.

It's about the best friend

I ever had.

He was a great director.

Maybe the greatest.

His name was...

Stanley.

Leo Herschel.

You know, I...

I saw The Strangler,

and I thought it had a wonderful setup.

I have to hand it to anyone

who can make a...

a psychotic killer

out of Bobby Driscoll.

What's your name?

I'm Stanley. Nice to meet you.

He'd seen a low-budget

thriller I'd written.

It was about a teenager

who pretended to crash his bicycle

so older women

would take pity on him

and let him into their homes.

Then he strangled them.

Most people thought

it was sick and depraved,

but Stanley thought it was a work of genius.

Turns out we had a lot in common.

Both our fathers were doctors...

...we both loved jazz,

and, of course, we both came to Hollywood

to make movies.

I'd seen Stanley's films.

The first two were good,

but the one at the race track was brilliant.

People were already talking about him

as the next Orson Welles.

Hold on a second.

I knew he was a genius.

And then I found out

that he played chess.

There was a girl I had the hots for

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