Compulsion

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All I've ever wanted is...

sparkling silverware,

beautiful crystal,..

and someone to love.

Because to love and be loved..

is the greatest gift.

Cooking is supposed to..

make you feel something.

And if it makes you feel loved,..

then that's the most important thing.

Amy, you're on in three,.. two...

There is no love as true

as the love of food.

You with me?

I like to say.. forget love,

I'd rather fall in chocolate.

Mmmm.

But, the secret to a man's heart

is not through his stomach,..

it's through his zipper.

Now, one of you

lucky audience members

is gonna join me for a meal

that will inspire you to orgasm.

Because that's what we do

on Amy's Food For Love.

(knocking)

Sh*t.

No solicitors, please.

I'm Detective Reynolds.

I'd like to ask you some questions.

It's about your neighbour.

I'd just like to ask a couple questions.

I'm sorry to interrupt you.

It looks like you might

be entertaining.

It's just a chocolate souffl.

It'll be ready in ten minutes.

Oh, I don't do much dessert,

doctor's orders.

I won't tell if you won't.

Mmm...

Glass of Bordeaux?

Can't drink on the job,

but thank you.

Hmm.

So, uh, your neighbour

across the way in 302.

She's, uh, come up missing.

Saffron?

She's a friend of yours?

Well, I wouldn't say

that we share secrets,

but we look out for each other.

She didn't say anything to you

to lead you to believe

she was distressed,

maybe a fight with a lover?

She seemed fine

the last time I saw her.

Uh-huh.

And when was that?

Umm...

we had dinner..

last week.

Did she have

any friends over or parties?

No, actually,

Saffron's pretty solitary.

Oh, a pretty girl like that.

And famous, I understand.

Though I don't go

to the movies much myself.

Well, like I said, I don't know much

about her private life.

This is Saffron Nelson?

Maybe. It's hard to see.

She's an actress,

so every time you see her, she's a...

different person.

So you've had no contact with her

since your dinner together?

You don't seem too concerned.

Well, how do we know

that she's missing?

Look, Miss Elwood,

maybe I should be the detective here.

I think it'll all make sense

in the grand scheme of things.

- Aah, do you mind?

- Oh.

So, last week, did you cook

for her here or did you order in?

Order in?

God, never.

Um, hmm, let's see.

Oh..

Shafer Farm's venison loin

with parsnip gratin

and onion confit.

Do you keep track of

everything you cook?

Do you keep track

of everything you ask?

I do everything I make

on a special occasion.

Are you a chef?

I'm preparing

my own cooking show.

Will you be writing up

your little cakes?

Souffl.

And I don't know

if they're special enough yet.

Would you know of any other

friends of Miss Nelson

that I could possibly call?

Honestly, detective,

I don't know if she has any.

If you think of anything,

please feel free to contact me...

personally.

Sure thing.

God, I.. I can't believe

anything's happened to her.

In the throes of passion,

who gives the most?

The man or the woman?

Not the man, that's for sure.

That's a great article,

one of her best.

Looks like she had many talents.

She was tired of acting.

That's why she wrote

the advice columns.

She was tired of being

dependent on others.

She said that to you?

In so many words.

Suicide.

Is that possible?

And how is it that a woman

who looks like that had no lovers?

She gets a lot of phone calls

but she never answers.

She changes her number

all the time.

(phone ringing)

Used to bother my fianc 'cause

you could hear it through the walls.

(phone ringing)

(beep)

Saffron, honey, it's Christine.

I just spoke with

their casting director.

It's not looking good.

They need more

name value, A list,

you know the bullshit.

Call me.

Okay, okay.

(muffled chatter)

It's a beast.

Might have to eighty-six

the damn door frame.

Everything looks wonderful.

The treated concrete,

the stainless,

my kitchen lights,

remote control.

Well, you don't want

to strain yourself.

You went all out for me, babe.

But this is all wrong.

Isn't it standard?

It's not forty.

It should be forty.

Amy, darling,

thirty-six is standard.

They gave you standard height.

I like to be elevated when cooking,

if you know what I mean.

Heels add four inches,

so the island has to come up by four.

Spare no detail,

spare no expense.

Do you remember, Fred?

The kitchen is my temple.

Yeah, cash-guzzling temple.

Here ya go, guy.

Come on.

I gotta go..

You know why I love you, babe?

'Cause when we went to

our first dinner at Le Gourmand,

you said you could never be

with a woman who can't cook.

And what did I say?

You said that you could

never be with someone

who didn't appreciate

a meal 'made with love'.

I'm so glad you're understanding.

So you'll get him to finish it

in three days, right'?

I got him this far, didn't I?

Dinner's at eight.

Sorry about all the noise.

Let me guess. Model?

More of a Diva, I'd say.

(phone ringing)

I need you at eight sharp,

no delays.

The integrity of the meal

can't tolerate it.

Because today

on the menu, we have...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Surprise me, babe.

You know I know

how to do that.

Right. Can't wait.

Bye.

Mmm.

You know, sometimes

I have to dig real deep

to find the spiritual

connection to

poached Dover Sole

over baby fennel.

Come on, you love all her

fancy chateau de chez moi meals.

The belly rules the mind.

No, her mind rules your belly.

You could always join me

for takeout at the Red Lantern.

You know what they say

about fast food,

it's like pornography.

Not much of a substitute

for the real thing,

but ready and available

when you need it.

Hello.

(sigh)

Ames, this is a big account.

It's a big fat account.

Big enough to pay for

all these renovations account.

Do you know how hard it is

to roast an organic partridge

without the proper

convection oven?

Honey, they fixed

my countertop, but...

Hey, buddy.

..the lighting.. is all wrong.

Looks great to me.

Well, not when you're

standing behind the island.

It needs to be more... glamorous.

Call the electrician.

No one listens to me.

Did you miss me?

I missed you.

That's my boy.

How were the truffles?

They were parigord.

The best.

Did they overpower

the partridge?

Definitely not.

Was the partridge young enough,

tender enough?

Just like you, babe.

Well, maybe not quite that tender.

Are you sure I haven't

gotten too tough,

too meaty?

Well, it didn't seem that way to me,

last time I had a taste.

It's been a few days.

Maybe you should make sure.

Time to play find the hidden spice.

(chuckling)

Are you focusing?

Mm-hm.

Sweet aroma.

Solid structure.

Come on, baby.

Let's go to the couch.

No, no, let's stay here.

You can smell the wild truffles.

Wild truffles, huh?

(moaning)

You like that?

(heavy breathing)

(moaning)

Ohh...

Oh! Oh, you found it!

(moaning)

That's the missing spice.

(crash)

Oh, Fred!

(gasps)

Oh, God.

Hey. What are you doing?

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