Bob rolls up to the Park Hyatt in a town car at dusk. This whole movie feels like it takes place at dusk.
In his room, Bob sits on the bed and watches TV in Japanese. As he channel-surfs, he comes across a flick that stars him. And a chimpanzee.
It looks like it's from the late '70s or early '80s based on the old footage of Bill Murray that the movie's repurposing.
There's a knock at the door. It's a middle-aged Japanese woman. Mr. Kazu sent Bob a "premium fantasy," and she's it.
She asks Bob if he wants a massage; he says he doesn't think he likes massages anymore.
Then she wants Bob to rip her stockings, but her accent makes it sounds like she's saying "lip." Bob can't understand her, and she starts berating him.
Once he understands that she's saying "rip," he obliges, but as soon as he tries to rip them, she starts flailing around and falls on the floor, flopping like a dead fish in mock-outrage that he wants to rip her stockings, and screaming at him to let her go, even though he's nowhere near her.
The whole time Bob's like "What. Is. Happening??"
Cut to Bob eating alone by the window of a high-rise restaurant.
Charlotte's on the streets of Tokyo. It's a rainy day, a sea of umbrellas. As she walks the crowded streets, she takes it all in.