Trapped Ashes Page #6

then you won't have to hide food.

Okay?

Looking back,

I can't really blame her.

My father never got her pregnant,

so she was stuck with me,

a stepdaughter she did not want.

In any case,

I wouldn't stop stealing food.

I needed it for me...

and for my twin, the worm.

Wherever he was,

I knew he must have been hungry, too.

...problem, too, when I was your age.

- I think you have a problem.

Why are you hiding all of this food?

It quickly became war.

At first she said she was putting me

on a diet for my own good.

But soon I realized

she was trying to starve me

for being my mother's daughter.

Why are you hiding all of this food?

Are you just gonna let her kill me?

Well, are you?

It's hurting.

Oh, stop it!

Oh, God! Stop it!

There's something inside her.

My wife.

No, I am not killing my wife.

She's... There's something...

- Yes! I don't know what she ate!

- Oh, my God!

Please come quickly!

When they operated, they found her intestines

were riddled with little, bite-sized holes.

Is she... dead?

No.

But she's lost all her taste for food.

She's an invalid now.

Never leaves the apartment.

Strange thing is,

my dad stayed married to her.

He's cared for her night and day

for the past 25 years.

I bet he wishes she had died.

Probably wish it on each other.

That's marriage.

Not our marriage, of course.

Oh, bravo.

Congratulations.

Oh, you were all magnificent.

Better than I could

ever have imagined.

What do you mean?

Truly twisted and horrific.

And the way you each made yourself

the victim of your own story,

that was the most

horrifying thing of all.

I've never had better performers.

It's you.

You led us into this torture chamber

so we'd each tell our story

for your amusement.

Oh, hold on. Hold on.

Don't get so excited.

If you hurt me,

you'll never hear

how it all turns out.

Don't listen to him.

He's a lying little freak.

For once I agree with you.

I'm sick of hearing this guy talk.

Hold on.

What's the end of the story?

Well...

you each left out

the most important part.

You, Phoebe.

Everything they say about Hollywood

and your life changing overnight

is totally and completely true.

I really don't think I like the way

they lit me for this interview.

Sweetie, what do you think?

I think that Marilyn is just a beautiful

sex symbol, icon...

Pretty smile, though,

don't you think, sweetie?

At least I still have you guys.

My babies.

Oh, Andy,

as long as you still love us,

that's all that matters.

Are you guys ready for a refill?

Okay.

There you go.

Much better now.

What's he talking about?

- Phoebe, honey?

- I don't know.

Andy, I would never hurt you.

- I love you so much.

- Come here.

And you, Henry and Julia?

Hi.

I love you.

No, that's not possible.

I brought her out of there.

We both made it out.

And you, Leo?

And you...

sweet Natalie.

This is sick.

Sounds like a real psycho child.

What a piece of work.

She poisons both her parents

and sits here eating pudding.

Let her eat.

She'll get the death penalty for this.

Fresh air.

It was getting a little stuffy in here.

Let's go.

- I'm outta here. Let's go.

- Come on.

Watch your step, Julia.

- Where is he?

- I don't see anything.

Just keep moving.

Where is he?

Look, there's a door.

Oh, my God, Andy. That's you.

Nothing there.

Jesus Christ.

We're never going to get out of here.

Look at me.

I forgot my badge.

That soundstage that we just passed

is said to be haunted

by the spirit of...

well-known screenwriter Leo Herschel,

who blew his brains out in despair.

And if you look to the left,

well, you may catch a glimpse

of that lovely film actress Phoebe Kane,

who died of lethal injection

after murdering her boyfriend

and draining his body of blood.

Oh, and let's not forget

Miss Anjou...

who fed poisoned wine

to her father and stepmother

and then slit her wrists...

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