The Million Dollar Hotel Page #7

This party's gonna be a blast,

even if the art is garbage.

[ WOMAN ] You talking to me?

[ Knock ]

Come in.

- I have something special.

- Oh, Tom Tom.

It's beautiful.

- Thank you, Tom Tom.

- It's Tom.

- Tom.

- Tom.

Eloise, we're late for the party.

So, aren't you gonna fix yourself up?

You see, I grew up with people

that you might call freaks...

...psychos. Oh, real basket cases.

And since I was the only one

with an arm growing out of my back,

walking around hunched over like

Palaeolithic Man, I was the star attraction.

Yeah, even among the freaks. I could play the

violin and wipe my own ass at the same time.

And I saw more cruelty

and more desperation

than in a hundred war movies.

But mostly, mostly what I saw - delusion.

These people wanted to believe things

that weren't true.

I couldn't blame them,

they were freaks.

What the hell has this got to do

with my son's murder?

Well, that's just it.

You want me to find someone

who killed your son... Right?

Someone other than you.

You're afraid other people will see that...

I mean, if he committed suicide...

And in one way or another,

I believe that he did.

He had a very fragile ego.

It was easily crushed

by a much bigger ego, yours.

You don't get it.

We have a taped confession.

That's not my fantasy.

This game is over.

And the results are

going to be televised.

- You read me, Special Agent?

- Delusion seems to run in your family.

If you impede me in any way at all,

I'll be reading you your rights.

Oh, from what I hear,

you don't believe much in rights.

You can't accept this

because you didn't figure it out.

And it was right in front of your eyes

but you couldn't see it,

because the friendly neighbourhood retard

didn't fit your ego theory.

And you know why you can't handle that?

Because of your ego.

Now wait! Can I just have one moment

alone in the car with Izzy?

We were gonna have a car just like this

at the wedding.

This is really not

the right time, Vivien.

I haven't left this building

since December 1980.

- Sh*t, man, come on, we're gonna be late.

- Awesome.

Hey, move over, sister.

We're a family now.

- This is a family business.

- A dysfunctional family business.

A family from nowhere!

Hey, remember I told you

how people came to the lobby

to talk about the good old days

and watch television?

Suddenly it was like

the good old days were back

and television came to life.

It was a chance for all my friends

to be themselves again,

like they were

before their lives went to hell.

It was like heaven.

- Hey, hey, hey, do I know you?

- Hey, do I know you?

- Wow, look at all those people.

- Oh, where do they all come from?

That's gonna be wild.

Holy cow, this is gonna be a big event.

It is a big event. It's for us.

Police have dropped charges

against Eugenio Geronimo Valdez

and are arresting Tommy T. Barrow,

locally known as Tom Tom.

Channel 6 will now present our exclusively

obtained confession tape in its entirety.

I'm Jean Swift, Channel 6 News.

- Hey, Tom Tom's gonna be on TV.

- Tom Tom, you're on TV.

My name is Thomas T. Barrow, but they

call me Tom Tom. Please call me Tom.

Tom.

And today is...

I wanna tell you today's date, please.

And it's 23rd of March.

2000... 2001.

And Izzy Goldkiss was

my very, very best...

best friend and... I loved him, and...

I certainly loved him,

and so maybe it's...

a little strange to tell you,

to tell you...

I went ahead

and pushed him off the roof.

The dress you're gonna wear,

I wore to a party years ago.

There was a famous psychic

in the thirties, and he told me

that a wonderful man was gonna come

into my life and I must wait for him.

He was gonna be handsome and clean,

a bit of a rogue.

But he was going to bring me diamonds,

because he loved me.

"And it's to there you must be hastening...

"For all hearts dream.

"They dream only of awak... awakening".

Nice poem, Tom Tom.

And Izzy knew all that...

but he went ahead and forgot it.

But I didn't forget him, and that's why...

I pushed him off the roof.

We're back with Jean Swift,

live on the scene.

- Oh, Jean, I know you, you're on Channel 6.

- How do you feel just now?

- It's wonderful being here.

- I feel wonderful.

- It's a sad...

- I love you all.

It's a sad kind of a night,

'cause Israel was so talented...

But I'm very happy

that he's got his work here.

That's it. That's exactly what I told you

with the purple and everything, you know.

Wow! What a night! What a sight!

You know the way they always tell you

the bad stuff about murder?

I have to say,

Izzy's life might've been shitty,

but his death was pretty great.

It was like it brought everybody to life.

- Good evening, sir.

- Good evening, officers. Welcome to the party.

Let me ask you, you seen this kid?

Hey! I haven't had any

of this stuff since Herbert Hoover.

No, he checked out.

He checked out yesterday.

He went to Philadelphia, I think.

Call us if you see him.

All right. Help yourself to some champagne

and some cannabis... uh, canaps.

Joe...

- Tom Tom! Are you nuts?

- Let me talk to her.

- No, they were here looking for you.

- I need to see Eloise. Please.

- Please.

- But then you have to go.

That's fish eggs. Very good.

And very expensive.

- Oh, Joe, so beautiful.

- It's all right. Come on, let's go.

- Isn't she beautiful?

- Yes, she is.

But come on, Tom Tom,

you gotta get out of here.

Eloise!

Eloise! No, no, no!

WHOO!

Shut up!

Please, Joe! Tell her

to meet me at the books.

The books, the books, all right.

Skinner, FBI. This way, gentlemen.

Just follow your noses

to your left down there.

- Mr Goldkiss.

- Mr Goldkiss.

Mr Goldkiss, how does it feel to see

your late son's art in the limelight finally?

It feels very good, it's wonderful.

Do you believe the murder confession

just made by your son's friend?

Yes, of course I believe it.

Why shouldn't I believe it? Excuse me.

No, he did not.

He was just on TV, and he was just here.

And he wants to see you.

- Where is he?

- The books. He said something about books.

Oh, my God! She usually

looks like a drowned rat.

Hey, Vivien, I want you to meet

my secretary, Rhonda, the mushroom girl.

And what do you think

about the paintings?

Hey, Tom.

I always wanted to read a book.

But how do you choose which one?

Hi, Dad.

It's me. Me, Vivien.

Izzy's fiance.

Hey, I was a good friend of your son's.

At the top, to your left, sir.

I have important clients waiting.

I hope this won't take long.

Mere seconds.

Do you know that terrible sinking feeling,

when you've taken a big chance?

I mean, just gone on your gut, really throwing

your dick out there on the chopping block.

And then someone simply hands you

an envelope, and - poof! -

it all goes up in smoke.

I know a place.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the police have taken down one of

the Goldkiss paintings for a closer inspection.

We have an art expert in from London,

Terence Scopey,

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