Masters of Horror

Heh-heh. I can't wait.

Stranger. Is it true you are all hung like horses?

Yes, he's had the taste of our women.

And likes it!

Another dead one.

She's heavy as lead.

Maybe with child.

Rest in peace.

Goodbye.

Hey, you! You in the fancy clothes!

Get out there!

Go! Go! Go!

To work!

Move it!

What are you?

Dutch?

English?

American!

Aha! I thought so!

Well, you'd better get a move on.

Why, it will be morning.

What is done here is best done in the dark.

Come to stick it between the girl's legs, didn't ya?

- I'm looking for a girl. - I have lots of girls.

No, no. A very special girl.

Her name is Komomo.

Never heard... of a girl... called that.

She's not on this island.

Well, that being the case,

I'll be movin' along.

No no no. Not tonight.

No boat until morning, mister.

You have to spend the evening somewhere.

So... why not here?

Come in. Come in.

Come in...

I'll give ya good price. And a better lady.

The one in the back.

Bon appetit.

Once upon a time,

I held a woman named Komomo in my arms.

She was sad. And so beautiful.

But more than this, she truly was

an unfortunate woman, who was the love of my life.

I had promised her that I would come back for her,

and take her home to America with me, but...

by the time I finally got back, she was gone.

Sold off to some...

to a far-distant brothel house, somewhere.

So I spent my years wandering

all over this land, searching for her,

following every clue, every hint of a clue

in the process.

It's exhausted me.

So I'm tired.

Tonight,

I am yours.

You may do what you wish with me.

Are you from America?

Why were you sitting so far away from the windows?

Don't the women usually call out to the men?

I'm afraid.

What are you afraid of?

The ones who grab my hands.

The lost souls.

Look! They're here!

I've been cursed from birth.

I feel closer to the dead than the living.

The living are the ones who really...

scare me.

Been my experience that the living

cause much more pain than the dead.

You don't think I'm strange?

You don't think... I'm a freak?

I find almost everything strange.

You're looking for Komomo.

Do you know her?

If you find her, what do you plan to do?

Oh, I plan...

what I planned from the first moment I saw her.

Take her to America. Start both our lives

all over again.

Give to her the life that she deserved.

I promised her that.

- Poor Komomo. - Where is she?

She came here to the island about half a year ago, but...

I'm sorry. She passed away not long ago.

Oh, God...

God...

Damn!

What happened?

She hung herself.

Why would she do that?

She could wait no longer for the man she loved.

You lie!

It's no lie.

She rests at the temple on the bank of the river.

So you were that man.

Her special love.

Never mentioned a word to you that I was an American.

I guess she just thought

"Just another god damn lying Yankee!"

Never intended on coming back for her in the first place.

Wait! Don't go!

There's nothing but cut-throats outside!

Ah God, God, God damn!

This island isn't in the human world.

Demons and whores are the only ones living here.

I know you suffer.

But you can't change the past.

Komomo is gone.

You cannot bring her back.

Ohhh, God...

Oh, God. Oh, God.

What did you love about her?

Oh, so many things...

So many things. So many things.

So many things. So many things.

She reminded me of my sister.

My dead... little sister.

Oh... Your sister?

Aw, I guess you think I'm the strange one now.

I'm the last woman to judge any man.

Have some sake.

It's the best way to forget.

Oh, God...

Aren't you ever going to sleep?

Showing your sleeping face

is the greatest disgrace

for a lady in my trade.

It's hot.

But at least this keeps the mosquitoes off.

Is something wrong?

Uh, maybe too much sake.

Good sir.

All of the men

rave about me being a fine fit.

Care to try?

I'll let you do anything.

Not right now.

I understand.

Who'd want to lay

with such an ugly woman like me, huh?

Please don't misunderstand me.

I find you...

very attractive.

It's just...

tonight...

Not tonight, no.

Not tonight.

Maybe...

you should just relax and fall asleep.

Tell me a story.

Bedtime story, about you.

Oh...about me?

I'm a journalist.

That's what I do. I listen to stories.

But even if I wasn't,

I would want to hear your story.

You are a strange one, mister.

Normally,

men don't wanna talk with me.

The place...

I was born...

is far away from here.

A poor village, deep in mountains,

where life is tough.

My dadda had a bad lung

and spent most of his time laid up in bed.

You'll be all right!

My mama was a midwife.

It is a boy.

Delivering babies in the village

when she wasn't tending to my dadda.

When I came along,

their lives got even more difficult.

But they were happy all the same.

None of the other kids would play with me

because of my face.

I was all by myself.

Everyone in town detested me.

But a Buddhist priest

showed me kindness.

Pretty scary, huh?

These drawings were made with real blood.

Listen to me now.

If you do bad things,

you go straight to...

Hell.

If you want to go to Heaven,

you must do all good things.

He didn't want to cause us any more trouble.

Dadda died in the river.

No...

No!

My mama tried her best. Mama!

But couldn't make a living with a child around.

You're coming with me!

You'll be happy! I promise!

Always keep your chin up!