The Million Dollar Hotel Page #4

He said that he thought

that you wanted to kill him.

Kill him?

Now, Izzy always hated even the smell

of Geronimo's tar paintings,

but he loved the little ironies in life.

So I'm sure he'd he happy to know

that his death was bringing us all together,

and all brought to you by Channel 6,

his father's enemy station.

Finally, things were

really starting to click.

[ TV ]

Izzy was a painter...

God damn it, what are you doing, man?

Your trouble is that you grew up normal.

That pervades your view of the world.

That's not gonna do you much good

in a freak fair like we've got here.

Ask yourself how a poor junkie

can afford paints, canvas, tar,

and support a smack habit?

I don't know. Maybe his father

was still sending him money.

He couldn't even pay the rent.

No, no, Best. There's something else.

Something they all know

and that we don't know.

Something that changes everything.

- You figure it out.

- I will.

Something that changes everything.

Everything.

He wasn't very good, was he?

Skinner never liked to bother people

with questions,

but he did like to bug them.

What he was meant to be

was a movie star.

Izzy had that certain indefinable thing.

You could smell it.

- You got it?

- Uh-huh.

Izzy had that quality -

giving himself completely

to everyone he loved.

That's why I gave him my needles,

for his habit. What the hell?

OK?

Izzy really wasn't a painter.

I mean, what he did...

...they weren't really paintings.

They were love songs to me.

I was very proud of everybody.

They were all saying

just the right things about Izzy.

Even I was believing it.

And I knew Izzy best.

And then came Eloise.

And you know, Vivien was right.

She was a little like the Virgin Mary.

She was the one who really nailed it.

[ TV PRESENTER ] Is there something

you'd like to say about why you feel this way?

When something is sacred,

it shouldn't be talked about.

The legacy of Izzy Goldkiss,

the man now known as The Painter Saint,

by those who have inherited not only

his soul, but his life's work as well.

What a moment.

I felt really weird.

I wondered if that's

what success might feel like.

What you gonna do now?

It looks like they got you in check.

It gave me hopes of my own.

I guess that showed.

Bingo, Best. We're gonna play

a different game.

Talk about dumb, sure,

my name will come up.

Like, thirsty? Think of Coke.

Izzy always said:

"It's good to specialise.

"So they'll think ofyou first."

I know how you feel about her, partner.

And I'm gonna make sure

that you get a chance to show her.

Special Agent's honour.

I'm gonna get her to come to your room.

Would you like that?

All I ask from you is you help me

solve this terrible crime.

It wouldn't be like snitching.

You'd be helping your friends.

Saving them from danger.

You wanna help, don't you?

I mean, you understand that.

- A bear shits in the wood, doesn't he?

- Of course he does.

- OK, partner.

- That's where you get out.

See ya, ace.

It was fun making a deal

with the big boys,

knowing the whole time

that it was pretty risky.

But I played dumb.

I suppose Skinner was playing dumb, too,

but he was out of his league.

No one ever knew where Eloise went

or what she was doing.

But I guess figuring things out was

what Special Agents were good at.

Me, I was better at creating confusion.

Have a look around, Best,

I'll see you at five.

I tried, sir, but Agent Skinner has

a rather aggressive approach.

The third assailant was escaping,

so I pursued.

Agent Skinner shot the other two squarely,

just inches above the knee.

- I'll have a report early in the morning.

- First thing, Best.

[ SKINNER ] ... You haven't even dreamed of

in all those years at St. Timothy's.

So you seem to know

a lot about my situation.

Not really, but enough to know

that getting raped and killed by some punks

isn't exactly the best thing for you.

Well, at least

they're not doctors or cops.

I'm gonna give... you a real chance here.

Maybe like join the FBI?

No, to use your brain.

Or at least you can use your ass

to save your neck.

That's really funny. Too bad you're a cop.

You'd make a great pimp.

Here's the deal.

You'll be treated fairly,

because as bad as things get around here,

they're only gonna get worse.

And you need somebody on your side.

I don't need anyone.

I'm crazy, and I got my certificate.

Anyway, whatever you do, they're just

gonna run me back to St. Timothy's.

But I'm not insured, so, you know...

No one gets their pit

and poison for free.

They're just gonna dump me back here.

I got no place else to go.

You know, you can only go

that road so many times.

I'm hoping.

- We gotta take both of you to the hospital.

- No, no hospital, thank you.

I can take care of myself.

Anyway, I'm just gonna go back to the hotel.

What hotel? I'm gonna burn it down

unless I get what I need.

I hate to play hardball.

You know.

I'm too scared to play hardball.

You know, just watching her.

But I didn't know that they stacked

baloney that high.

What makes you think Tom Tom knows?

Or do you think that he did it?

Not likely, no.

So, which of us on the list

is more likely?

Everybody.

Do you know what just one night

with you would mean to him?

I guess that's 'cause he's stupid.

Is he?

So I'm supposed to believe

that after this, you'll leave us alone?

Yes, everyone but the killer.

Medical Services won't be able to deliver

your unit until tomorrow evening, sir.

- Fine, fine...

- Or would you rather... ?

Yes, I'd rather be making love to my fiance

on the Riviera right now. Just send it.

If you can't install the regulator into your back

harness, please call the emergency number.

Good luck, sir.

We cured it out.

Like never trust politicians

or parking meters.

Like on the first day, you know,

me and Izzy, when we got along.

Seeing our plan actually

working was amazing.

I was just worried my friends

would be even more disappointed

if it all fell apart.

Like things usually did for them,

'cause they'd always been

what you call total losers.

It's a little early in the day, thank you.

I'd like to go to your room.

Look over here, Tom Tom.

Are you ready? One, two, three.

Venice is for lovers.

So you're a pretty smooth operator?

Making deals with the cops and everything.

I was just playing dumb.

Uh-huh. So, you don't know anything

about the murder?

Uh-uh.

You ever been in a hospital?

Not much.

Are you really retarded?

OK.

OK.

Can you do something special? Can you... ?

I don't know, can you count

all the toothpicks in one box in one glance

or can you

talk to animals or something?

No.

No.

That's too bad.

- Why don't you do something?

- [ TOY DOG ] Bye-bye.

Come on, the look.

You know the look, no?

No, no.

The look. Do the look.

No. Not funny.

It's funny.

- No.

- Please.

Please.

Please.

- Uh-uh.

- For me.

If you're not gonna play retard,

I'm not gonna play whore.

Don't go for a doughnut.

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