They chip, chip, chip.
They don't know any of the details or...
Somebody...
should cry.
Somebody should cry.
I had this fantasy, suddenly, that we'd have a normal life.
She'd come one day with her suitcase and stay.
We'd watch TV, maybe even go to the diner.
She'd look at me, and I'd feel like...
...I reached her.
You can cry! You!
Do you know who killed him? Do you think I killed him?
You know...
...he's gonna try and...
...trick you, and scare you.
He's gonna hurt you.
Fuck Skinner.
Fuck you, Skinner!
I have to go.
I could go...
...to the clinic...
...to get checked.
So you don't catch anything.
Jesus did not die for your sins alone, you know.
He's dying for you right now. You can hear him if you got ears to hear.
Yeah, Bravo, we left Charlie.
Uh-huh, one second...
It's just this kid. He's one of the neighborhood...
Oh, that's real nice.
Come on... Who taught you that? Your mama?
Delegation is the name of the game, and delegation should give us the key, you know.
That's the good thing. We don't want everybody grabbing the limelight
just because things are looking good, it's starting to take off.
You know, success, money, fame.
I've been there, I've seen it all, from Jesus to Paul...
- Finally, Tom Tom! - And it's not pretty.
- Tom Tom, you're late. - There's no more Tom Tom.
No more, no more Beggar's Butler. No more nothing, only just... I'm Tom.
Bloody hell, it's already happening!
- Thanks, Tom Tom. - Tom!
Hey! Lucky I bumped into you.
You know... We nearly missed our luncheon reservation. You hungry?
- Let's go. - But Eloise...
Come on. You'll like this place. Me, I'm starving. I could eat a whore.
- Madame. - Madame.
Yeah, much better. The last one tasted like bat's piss. You can just pour it.
You can just pour it.
- How are you doing on that appetizer? - You can just...
I'm eating it.
By the time you get round to doing it, it won't be fresh anymore.
As we become more and more friendly, I'll take you to all my favorite restaurants.
I'll tell you what, you can bring Eloise. Women love that shit.
They love it out on the town.
I know she likes you.
She came to your room, didn't she?
Oh, no, there's no need to be embarrassed. Hey, I only hope you can slip her a crippler.
I don't ask questions.
But you know, you can ask me anything. Anything at all. Anything.
How's baby, baby Maya, Code Blue?
- Waiter! - Waiter!
- Take it away, yeah. - Take it away, yeah.
Charlie, Charlie, we got Code Blue, we gotta get...
We'll talk about that later. I'd love to tell you all about Maya,
get real chummy, heart to heart, have talks just like you and Izzy used to have.
I don't seem to remember.
I know it must be hard to lose your best friend. Very hard, indeed.
I know, no one can ever replace him and fill that...
Mister Very Special Agent...
I can't be your very special best friend.
Too late. You are my special friend already.
I fixed Eloise up for you, didn't I?
Come on, I scratch yours, you scratch mine.
I tell you what, just sit back, relax...
and hit me with your favorite memories.
Just say the first thing that pops into your head. I'll try to deduce who done it.
It's like a game show. Let's have a big hand for Tom Tom T. Barrows.
Come on...
What?
Don't be so fucking stupid.
I am fucking stupid.
Stupid would be letting the killer get away. You don't wanna do that. You know why?
Because he might come and kill you.
That was a nice try... Did you see that?
I don't recall, I don't recall, I don't recall.
You can just pour it! You can, you can just... Code Blue, pal.
Charlie, Charlie, you better watch this guy.
All right. All right. I can make Eloise stick. Yeah.
She'd be easy. She had a good motive and a bad record.
- She did it. - No.
I gotta wrap this up. I gotta see my fiancée, and I'm already late.
Most certainly, most 'specially not.
It was Eloise. I'll pick her up after lunch. Dig in, it looks great.
Got something to say?
I did it.
- That's amazing, you know. You did it? - I did it.
- Killed the only person that was nice to you? - I did it. Not Eloise.
Taught you all your quotes, and you killed him. Was probably gonna bump himself off, anyway.
You did it? No, I don't buy it. I'm sorry.
No, it had to be Eloise. She was the only one smart enough. She planned it, she did it...
Fuck Skinner!
OK, back off! FBI here. Enjoy your meals.
Somebody's lying to me.
You, and everybody. I think you know who it is. So we're gonna play a different game.
If you keep your eyes shut, I'll presume it's Eloise.
Left eye open, it's Dixie.
Right eye open, it's Geronimo. Who's it gonna be?
Dixie?
Or Geronimo?
Hi ho... Geronimo.
No! No!
Hey, Eloise.
You amaze me.
You're gonna arrest some two-bit Indian hustler for murder,
based on the desperate testimony of this skateboard-riding half-wit.
I knew you'd catch on eventually.
You know...
Everybody trusts him.
Everybody. Hell, even I almost trust him.
I trust him enough to shake things up, anyway.
Agent Skinner. I got your missing person stats.
Geronimo's real name is Eugenio Valdez.
He stole his own file from the State Mental. He was treated for a personality disorder.
Believes he was Chief of the Navajo Nation. Three larceny arrests. Art theft.
Sounds like a suspect.
Skinner.
- Maya. - You said you'd call.
- I did call. - Sure. A few days later.
- One day late. Yes, I... - I still don't...
- You are. - I thought I was important.
Maya, you are the most important person in my life.
- Look, I'm in a car. - I could do without this crap.
- I'm sorry you feel that way. - Is this the man I wanted to marry?
This is who I am.
Can you step on it?
Eugenio Geronimo Valdez, you're under arrest. Put your hands behind your back.
Izzy had so many thoughts,
he said he had to store them in my empty head, where they'd be safe.
If only I could let them out again.
How could I explain that I had betrayed all my friends
and spoiled their only chance to ever get rich, or ever get anything?
Thank God they still don't know Geronimo's the real artist.
Never underestimate the power of a juicy scandal.
We're gonna lose our art dealer. You lose your dealer, you're nothing all over again.
Damn dickhead cop! They give him a big badge, big money,
just to go around fucking people up!
Who cares? Let's just have the show. Let me call my people again.
Why don't we all quietly accept that we're fucked?
I mean, Geronimo owns the paintings. They got him in jail for killing Izzy.
- There's no way. - There's always a way.
All we have to do is give them what they want, an easy fix.
If we can prove that someone else killed Izzy,
then Geronimo is free.
It's not that easy. Once people get an idea into their heads, they're stuck.
It doesn't matter that I wrote all those beautiful songs, you know.
They still won't give me the Grammy.
Besides, they're sure it was someone close to Izzy.
So if it wasn't Geronimo, it has to be one of us, hasn't it?
If nobody is ready to volunteer, we'll have to find someone as dumb as Tom Tom to confess.
No!
Not Tom.
Well, it's all about believing, and if we believe in something,
then that's real, isn't it? And if enough people believe in the same thing, then...
that's reality.
And now we have something that they all wanna believe in.
We're back in the game, the reality game.
And bloody hell...
...I like it.
He's gonna be fine, Eloise.
Tom Tom's gonna be fine.
It'll be for a little while, you understand?
And then they'll get him off.
Retarded insanity or something.
And then, they'll send him off
to some beautiful white mansion on a green hill, you know,
surrounded by meadows on a cliff, overlooking the ocean.
He's gonna get three nice meals a day and...
people in white clothes caring for him.
Now, that's what I call a future.
No.
Eye for an eye, tooth for the truth.
What can I say? It seemed like the right thing to do.
Not the wisest, technically, but it felt good to help.
Now, first your name.
Of course, the television aspect, that was a nice plus.
My name is Thomas T. Barrow, and people call me Tom Tom, but please call me Tom.
Tom.
And today is...
I wanna tell you today's date, please...
And it's...
...the 23rd of March...
2000... 2001.
And Izzy Goldkiss was my very, very best friend,
and so, maybe it's a little strange to tell you...
tell you on television...
I want to tell you that...
I went ahead and pushed him off the roof...
of the Hotel...
Million Dollar, and...
I only did it just by myself and I have, I have a poem.
A what?
I have a poem that Izzy was always teaching me, and...
I wanted to read it. Please.
Well, do it fast. Fast.
I knew I might go ahead and find you at the books... the books.
You're certainly always at the books, and books and books and more books.
You certainly never read any books or anything at all.
What do you have to tell me?
What did you wanna ask me?
Can I see your beaver?
Please?
'Cause... Hector said he had heard that you had a very nice little beaver.
Do you have him?
Tom...
Beavers don't actually...
I got rid of him.
What did you do with him?
I shaved it.
You give me a hard time.
Tom, you know,
if Dixie or any of the others come and ask you for any...
you know, favors or help to get Geronimo out of jail...
You're gonna say "no", right?
Do you like TV?
We take you now to Jean Swift, live in downtown Los Angeles.
At the hotel now,
we'll soon see more of the paintings and reveal new evidence
that should exonerate Eugenio Geronimo Valdez,
who's still being held for the murder.
I'm Jean Swift, Channel 6 News.
- Good evening, Million Dollar Hotel. - I'd like to speak to somebody in charge.
Sure you would, but they're very busy, and so am I.
- Well, I'm from the limo company. - Oh, limo.
Send them to the back, so the guests can get in, and drive around the block and arrive in front.
Wow, it was gonna be a big night for us and for the hotel.
She finally looked like a million bucks.
"The heart is a sleeping beauty, And love the only kiss it can't resist.
"Even as eyes lay open wide, There is a heart that sleeps inside,
"And it's to there you must be hastening,
"For all hearts dream.
"They dream only of awakening".
And Izzy...
he knew all that, but he went ahead and forgot it.
But I didn't forget, and that's why I pushed him off the roof.
That's it. We'll be airing this in exactly 10 minutes.
If you're ready with a response, we'll be happy to include it.
If you'll excuse me, I've got a live feed to go to.
This confession is a joke.
Whoever cooked it up is probably the killer.
The very downtown crowd...
Good luck, everybody.
That's what I've always wanted.
You know, Tom, whatever happens, I always loved you.
Chief Larson, with your permission, sir, I'd like to issue an arrest warrant
for Thomas T. Barrow, resident of the Million Dollar Hotel. Let's have him picked up ASAP.
This party's gonna be a blast, even if the art is garbage.
You talking to me?
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 Paleolithic 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 neighborhood 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.
- Shit, 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, canapés.
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 fiancée.
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,
Officer Charles Best from the Los Angeles Police Department...
Oh, there's another painting under there.
It's a stolen Schnabel. He stole the Schnabel and poured tar over it.
- Jesus Christ. - What's a Schnabel?
Back to Jean Swift.
Pursuing the murderer, police and tar experts...
Police and art experts have made a startling discovery.
Apparently the tar used in the Goldkiss art pieces
has been covering other paintings, stolen from downtown galleries.
Among them, a Schnabel and two by Alejandro Garmendilla.
Whether the murder and the art scam are connected
may not be discovered until Tommy T. Barrow, the retarded fugitive, is captured.
I'm Jean Swift, Channel 6 News.
So...
You're on television.
But this, this...
This is... very much better than TV.
It's even better and better than... very, very best moment in my life.
- Tom! - And I certainly hope this is maybe even...
good and better for you, too, and this here... with me?
Oh, baby.
You can just pour it.
Tom...
So Dixie and the others, they helped you get on TV?
Yes, they were very much helpful in getting me on TV.
Oh, you're leaving us, Sergeant Pilcher? The party has just begun.
Yes, well. Enjoy your moment of glory, whoop it up. Twist and shout!
'Cause when they catch up with you, you'll find the things that they do
make me feel all right.
Now, I can tell you about Leroy Neiman, a marvelous artist.
But as for this Schnabel, I don't know who that man is.
Apparently, he's very well known in the... art world.
- How old was Izzy? - Like Jesus, about 30... 30 years old.
You pushed and killed your best friend, and now they're gonna try
and take you away... and hurt you.
Because, because you said you pushed him.
I pushed him.
So you're saying that you pushed him?
I'm saying... I went ahead, I went ahead and let...
...Izzy go off the roof, and now I'm the main man...
- And now I need to go. - Yes, Tom, you are the main man.
But you know what? It's very dangerous for you here.
So, why don't we just get out of here and go someplace else?
Charlie Chocolate on four, gotta go, go, go.
This is very much good and better, and safer. It's our very own room.
What are we going to do? We have to call the police?
No, we talk to Skinner, the truth.
- You confessed to a murder you didn't commit. - Listen, listen...
No, you listen! They're gonna take you to some hospital. Don't you get it?
- They're gonna take you away from me. - Izzy...
Stop saying that! I'm not gonna listen to you any more.
Everything on television is not real.
Stop this!
You remember everything, don't you?
You certainly remember what Izzy went ahead and did to you.
Who cares?
I care...
for you.
Because you should certainly have yourself...
Even if Izzy didn't think so and said you were nothing
and went ahead and did what he did to you.
And that's why I went ahead and let him go off the roof
just like he wanted.
He wrote this like nearly two hundred years ago
for this girl who was hauntin' him, you know, from another dimension.
The name, Eloise, came to him like in a dream.
Hello, hello, Eloise, hello, hello...
We are all together, man. That's the only thing, you know?
This, what is this? What is this crap?
Here we go again, you know, Ed.
I don't know where the fuck I got that from.
We gotta find a safe place to stay for a few days.
We can check it out. You know that guy, Jerry, that lives downstairs?
He lives on the fourth floor, he plays the soul music all day.
He has an apartment just like this, with the windows.
You can look down and you can watch me.
When the coast is clear, I'm gonna be downstairs. Right below there's an exit.
You watch out there, you make one of your little sounds.
One of those little sounds, and then I'll know that I can go.
We can make our way
down to South America, maybe. Wow, can you imagine?
That would be so amazing. It's supposed to be so much warmer there.
It's like a wet heat, because it's raining...
all the time.
And the air gets so damp...
and the fish, they come in the door and swim out the window.
And it gets hot, too.
Very hot.
And the birds...
...and they break through the screens...
...to die...
...in the bedrooms.
I knew her plan could never work.
It would never work.
But it was the sweetest thing I ever heard.
The sweetest thing I ever heard.
Tom Tom, I have to tell you something.
- No, Izzy, please. Don't. - Don't jump... or don't tell you?
- Come down. - You have to understand about Eloise.
I understand that I love her.
You can't love something puts no value on itself.
Yes, you can.
You know what I did for you? So you'll realize you're in love with nothing.
She's not nothing. I know she's not!
I'm gonna tell you what I did to her.
I wasn't trying to hurt you.
She was wearing that stupid sweater with the stripes and those red tights.
Bare and dirty feet, dirty bare feet.
I thought you should know. She just lay there like a sack of potatoes.
It was really pitiful.
She was nothing.
I fucked nothing.
No, no, no.
So now you know.
It's funny the way stuff finally hits you.
Take love, for example...
All that love that led me to Eloise...
is the same love that led me to kill my best friend.
Exact same love, different results.
Maybe in the future they'll have all this figured out.
You missed the show.
I saw it on TV.
It's not the same.
You know, I always liked Skinner.
Maybe because I knew he was really one of us.
Even if he tried so hard to forget.
I felt kind of bad that he couldn't figure out it was me.
And by the way, I think it WAS my ego that made me do it.
I didn't even know I had one until I met Eloise.
She came...
just like I always imagined it.
I wish I was still there.
Yeah, like I was saying,
after I jumped, it occurred to me:
Life is perfect, life is the best.
It's full of magic and beauty and surprises.
You just don't see all that clearly when you're still there.
All I ever wanted was just to reach Eloise.
Just to reach her.
I did. And I ended up turning the world upside down along the way,
even if just for a moment. Wow!
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