Last Holiday Page #7

No more bets.

Thank you.

- Here we go!

- Come on, come on.

- Come on, come on.

- Come on, come on.

Come on, please, 17. 17. 17.

17 black.

What?

Georgia!

Great. Now you change my luck

for the better?

You know what?

I'm not playing with you no more.

- Can I cash in my chips, please?

- Yes, I'd like to cash in mine, as well.

And me, too. Thank you.

Gosh, how much?

That's 3,546,305 crowns.

Wow.

- How much would you guess that is?

- That's about $100,000.

Wow!

Not very well-traveled.

Sales associate?

I wonder if your new friends would be

so impressed if they knew the truth.

Oh, mademoiselle...

You were incredible tonight.

You amazed us all.

And myself, too.

So, how is it the two of us never

bumped into each other back home?

Probably because you're not home

that much anymore.

Well, Washington

is a hard place to resist.

Come visit me sometime. You'll see.

I'm sorry,

but I just can't seem to get past...

that big flashing "for sale" sign

on your forehead.

- What are you talking about?

- You know what I'm talking about.

What are you doing here with Kragen?

I mean, what exactly is it

that you two do for each other?

I'm helping him over some regulatory

hurdles in committee, that's all.

Well, it seems like you should be

helping some of your own people...

over some hurdles.

I mean, precious little's happened...

with that Community Redevelopment

Program of yours.

And nothing ever will happen with

that youth center unless I get re-elected.

Having generous supporters

like Matthew Kragen is a political reality.

Yeah, well...

I'm sorry, but...

I only have time for reality realities.

Good night.

Good night, Georgia.

Mademoiselle Byrd, I hear you were

the highlight at the casino tonight.

- I don't know about that.

- But there's no need to be humble.

Did you have a marvelous time?

Why're you being so nice to me?

Yeah, I know. I'm a b*tch.

At least that's what people tell me.

Oh, Miss Gunther...

no, you're not. You're just like

a lot of women who work too hard.

And yet you are always so kind.

You are a woman of distinction

and courage.

Yeah, apparently I am, all of a sudden.

Wish it had happened a little sooner.

Miss Gunther.

I hope you're not trying

to make a pass at me...

'cause I really can't handle that

right now.

Please don't die, Miss Byrd.

I read the note.

- You went through my stuff?

- Oh, yeah, I go through everyone's stuff.

I apologize.

Well, to tell you the truth,

I'm kind of relieved...

to have somebody to share it with.

Don't worry, I'll be with you here

to the very end.

I don't know if I want to be here

to the very end.

Why are you here

with these terrible people?

You should be with people you love.

Yeah, I've been thinking

about that myself.

One in particular.

It's time I go home and find him.

Thank you, God.

That's a lot of snow.

- What's going on here?

- It's an avalanche.

I'm sorry, but we'll have to go back.

I can't believe this happened

on New Year's Eve.

You're just not gonna cut me

any slack at all, are you?

You're telling me there's nothing else?

- I wanted you to find out everything...

- As I told you before, nothing.

- Nothing?

- Nothing out of the ordinary.

Except that she is a saint.

- And from New Orleans.

- Yes.

- And her occupation?

- You should know. She works for you.

- Now, please.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- She works for me?

- That's all I know and all I'm telling.

Here's your tip back.

At this rate,

we're going to be here all night.

Oh, no, we are not.

We are going back down the mountain.

I prefer to spend the night with my wife.

Hey, what are you doing?

- Are you crazy? It's dangerous.

- Yeah, I know.

But I don't have much time.

Keep the change.

Wish me luck.

I hate snow.

Snow sucks.

Cookware? Are you sure?

I heard you were a little shorthanded

because of this avalanche.

I just thought I'd check

to see if you needed any help.

But I don't want to get in your way

or nothing.

No, no, no, it would be an honor,

a privilege.

What is this?

It's a turnip.

No, it's not. That can't be no turnip.

The poor baby turnips.

Nobody likes them, you know?

Of course.

Life is easy if you are a truffle

or a shiitake mushroom.

But the turnip is to be loved...

because she's a self-made woman

of vegetables.

All the others you can only destroy

with cooking.

But the turnip, she gets better.

So, you see, it's not how you start...

but how you finish.

That's gonna be good!

The first time I saw you...

I was so happy

to see your appetite for food...

for life.

I'm so sorry.

Gunther.

Does anybody else know?

No.

Okay.

Well, good.

Let's not say anything, all right?

Let's just... Let's just cook.

The onions, they make me cry.

You have been very lucky.

Well, you didn't get everything

you wanted...

but you have...

Next time, we do things different.

We will laugh more, we'll love more.

We'll see the world.

We just won't be so afraid.

Happy New Year.

Look at you.

Now, see, look at these tumors.

Georgia Byrd, Mr. Smith, and mine.

Now there's no way,

even if we all had it...

that they would be

exactly in the same place.

So, I said to myself, "Rabindranath,

it has to be the machine."

Oh, my God.

Thanks. I'll see you.

Excuse me, young man,

do you live here?

Yeah, I live right here.

- Please tell me you know Georgia Byrd.

- Yeah, I know Georgia.

Thank you.

Tonight I'd like to make a toast...

to a woman whose presence

has captivated us.

To Georgia Byrd.

Well, hear, hear.

To Georgia.

Now, who is this fascinating woman?

It's the question

we've been asking ourselves all week.

Is she a representative

from a competing boardroom?

Is she a power broker from the corridors

of our nation's capital?

Is she a brash

and successful entrepreneur?

The truth, which I discovered tonight,

will amuse you.

You see, Georgia Byrd is a sales clerk...

in my New Orleans store.

In the cookware department, no less.

Salary? $29,000 a year.

Cheers, Georgia.

- What?

- No.

Or as we might say back home:

"Attention Kragen shoppers,

impostor, aisle three."

Oh, come on. Georgia, is this true?

Mr. Kragen is right about me.

I'm just a sales associate

in one of his stores.

One of the best.

Or I was up until a couple of weeks ago.

- That's when...

- You owe these people no explanation.

No, excuse me. I think she does.

She's had plenty to say

about our behavior all week...

and the only reason we took it was...

because we thought

she was somebody.

Well, I'm sorry.

I didn't come here to give anybody

the wrong impression about me.

I just came here to blow

every last cent of my money.

You see...

I'm gonna die.

- Georgia, please.

- Oh, it's okay, it's okay.

It's all right.

Yeah, see, I had that same reaction

when I found out...

I only had three weeks to live.

I mean, I tried to keep it to myself

for exactly this reason.

It's a party-killer, ain't it?

But I did land on that mountaintop.

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