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The most exquisite food.

The best champagne money can buy.

The finest artwork on the walls.

All the time in the world to enjoy what
life has to offer.

How long will it take before you go
completely insane?

There was my boss, Bruce Wallace.

At 32, he owned the so -called L .A. art
team, with galleries in the hottest

spots and a battalion of art dealers
under his wing, including myself.

He depended on his parents' monthly
checks to live out the American dream.

His wife, Connie Vandercliff.

Known within the vanguard circles of
Rodeo Drive as the fur coat doll.

Connie was Hollywood royalty with
nothing to worry about. Of course, that

worried me.

My sweet dear Mae Donahue, daughter of
Kyle Donahue, and revered amidst the

bohemian aristocracy as the future
inheritor of the Modern Arts Foundation.

But to me, she was the door to infinite
wisdom.

Then there was I, Tim Miles, a man
without a face, searching for my

swinging like a pendulum between art and
commerce.

Well, this is it.

Last one in the pool is an art dealer at
Wallace & Associates.

It was the beginning of a beautiful
vacation.

How many rooms in this place?

56, including the east and the west
wing. There's a bathroom in every room

gas one to your left.

We're going to get lost in here.

No.

the dining room.

Ooh, I love the decor.

You know, you could turn this place into
a dancing aubergine. Oh, yes. Well,

they weren't talking to the family a few
years back about turning it into a

hotel, but they never went through with
it.

Hey, it's Dolly.

Uh, the friend of my grandfather.

He killed himself.

Jesus. Yeah.

He was an artist. Quite brilliant,
actually.

In fact, most of the stuff in here is
his stuff.

But, uh... He asked my grandfather if he
could stay here for a while, and a few

months later... I

love

that painting.

First one I ever did.

Won an award for it, too.

It's been all downhill ever since.

You should get back to it.

You can't just give up like that.

I haven't.

So you like this place?

I'm so glad we came.

I love you very much.

Obviously, you don't know me at all.

Maybe if you learned to listen once in a
while. I know plenty.

You're not caged just like your mother.

Oh, please. Pete and Maggie are in a
walk in the park.

You don't know how to commit yourself to
anything.

You change jobs like underwear because
you're not good at anything.

I know that. Your dad knows that.

But Mommy thinks her little boy is a
genius.

At least my mother didn't die in a loony
farm.

Drum roll, please.

Ta -da.

Allow me to present tonight's dinner. We
have two slowly roasted truffles

stuffed with my special almond and
orange cream.

Just a hint of sage and a subtle breeze
of...

Has anyone ever told you that your hair
is the exact color of a perfectly cooked

creme brulee?

No.

What's this?

Creme brulee is the sweetest, most
delicious dessert you'll ever... Oh,

have made a new friend.

Hi. Hi, Mr. Miles.

I'm Gigi's daughter. My mom won't come
for cleaning.

Did something happen?

Yeah, my uncle died.

And everybody traveled to the funeral.

But I'm still here to take care of you.

Oh, well, I'm sorry.

Well, if you need anything, you know
where to find us.

Thanks, Mr. Miles.

How old is she?

Without mankind, there's no art. And
subsequently, without art, there's no

mankind. Do you think that's true?

I don't know anymore.

I've been at the gallery for, what, two
years now?

I haven't had time to pick up a brush.

I'm alive.

Yeah, but you're still practically
living in a gallery.

Seeing and breathing art all day long.

Yeah, but I'm selling it. I'm not making
it.

You are treading a blurry path, my
friend.

The way I look at it, I'm a businessman
of art.

So are you.

You're just still...

A little scared to admit it.

Maybe you just haven't found your true
calling yet.

We did it, sweetheart.

You and me.

Come here.

be appropriate.

Madness is totally in right now.

It's brilliant.

You guys need to try a little of this.

We've got some chicken breast stuffed
with goat cheese, a little lemon.

Tim doesn't eat chicken.

That chicken reminded me of the bird
boy.

The bird boy?

Yeah, well, I told you this place used
to be a slave farm. And a thousand

died of exhaustion, beatings.

Unimaginable atrocities, really.

As the story goes, a slave woman gave
birth to a deficient child, and knowing

that the guards would kill it, she hid
it.

And when they came to find the woman,
she had killed her own child by

suffocating it while she breastfed it.

Well, they took the woman up to the
tree, and they hung her there, tied her

and the vultures came and pecked away at
her one little bite at a time.

So according to the locals, that if a
bird comes into your house, it's the

boy, and you have to kill it right then
and there.

Because if he gets out, say, the bird
boy will take your sanity with him.

That's not funny.

There's nothing scary about that.

It's not a really scary story.

It's something that happened here.

All I know is I gotta go pee and
someone's coming with me.

I'll do it, honey.

I'm sorry Forget it

You understand, right?

Sure

You're

angry

I'm just trying to figure out why every
time we have sex it's like

you... I don't know.

I feel funny about that kind of thing.

You feel funny about everything, Mae!

Why? You've no reason to be so uptight!

It's not easy.

thought maybe it was a guilt thing. Once
we got engaged, things would be

different.

Call yourself my best friend.

Why tell all these lies?

If you're trying to rile me, here's some
free advice.

Can't you pick on someone?

Someone more a fool?

Not at all impressed, I.

Find your antics true.

She's gone, I won't believe that. She's
run away. with the yachting type.

Right!

She's got the yachting type.

She's got the yachting type.

She's got the yachting type.

Jesus, look at this filth.

Is the maid coming this week?

Is the maid coming this week?

hate California cuisine.

California cuisine can kiss my ass!

Now that's a

liberating experience.

Here, you try.

Are you crazy?

Come on. What are you, a communist?

What is it?

This, my dear, is filet mignon.

Mmm. You're absolutely right. This is
liberating.

Here, eat it.

Come on.

Come on, eat it.

Sweetie, what's wrong? I was just
kidding.

Thank you.

Where did you find those clothes?

There's a whole room back there packed
with kinky clothes.

My parents entertained frequently.

Some kind of entertaining it must have
been.

I see you also found my parents'
records.

Stravinsky. Classic.

I had to listen to this exact record
when I was a kid.

Some short composition.

The passionate melodies.

Bravo!

Death to Stravinsky!

I now declare the end.

For 10 ,000 years...

I don't know about you guys, but I'm
just starving.

A special dinner for my special friends.

If I have another bite, I think I'm
gonna vomit.

Thank you, darling.

Sweetheart, would you do me the honors?

Thank you.

Come on, baby. This is ridiculous.

Shut up and play along.

You have no right to say no to me.

Ladies and gentlemen, and thank you for
watching Treasures of the Deep.

I'm your host, Bruce Wallace, and
tonight we spotlight a very rare

indeed, found only in the very shallow
waters of Beverly Hills.

We believe that we have located the
elusive jeweled pink trout.

Ha ha, very funny.

Do you have anything to say to the
American public?

I'm sick of this shit, Bruce. I'm not a
goddamn trout.

Wow. It appears that this is a very
negative species of fish. You think this

fun and games? You're fucking me up.
Aggressive as well.

This is not healthy. I am not a trout.

I'm sorry, Connie.

I'm a fucking dolphin.

You know, you just can't remember a
simple bit of information about anybody,

you? It's always about you.

Something went unnoticed.

I'm afraid that won't do any good.

I replaced that crap with onions.

Aren't we starting from scratch?

Well, yes, but she just put one object
on there instead of another object. She

didn't really change anything.

She's put onions in place of a lake.

That's pretty good.

Doesn't matter.

What you put up there, as long as it's
on a pedestal, it's regarded as

more than its physical being.

But we can't have a nothingness.

We're not anarchists.

The onions were a very nice touch
indeed.

You're missing out on the whole thing,
Tim.

You're not listening.

You gotta listen to your woman, man.

We are now as free as birds. And we will
celebrate.

Always.

What's the matter?

He needs a drink.

Come on. Drink up.

You'll feel like a million bucks
afterwards.

Come on.

Want some?

You want to hit me?

Come on.

What are you feeling?

Are you angry?

Are you sad? What the fuck are you
feeling?

You know what I feel like? I feel like
chicken.

retarded?

I said, I want that chicken.

Do you really think I'm pretty?

Oh, you're just saying that.

Oh, stop it.

You can make me blush.

See?

I would like that.

Be careful.

My husband might catch us.

Want a little drink, people?

Sweetheart, that is beautiful.

Yes, just like that. Turn, turn a
little. Oh, yeah. Don't move an inch.

Stay right there. Stay right there.

Just like that. Just like that.

Yeah.

That's it.

Just like that.

Oh, darling, that is just awesome.

Yeah.

Come on.

Oh, yeah.

Baby.

I think it's best if you leave the
villa.

Don't come back until your parents
return.

I'm so sorry.

Can you get to town?

No.

Buzz only comes when I have school.

When are your parents coming back?

In a few weeks.

Can you drive?

Then take the car and come back then.

I don't know about you guys, but I'm a
changed man, clean and sober.

I guess I've looked at things a little
differently.

How so?

I don't know. It's as if anything I look
at, I keep asking myself, can I eat it,

drink it, or fuck it?

The fundamental question, indeed.

And if we can't, we don't need it.

Right, Tim?

I can hardly breathe.

I've never been this hungry in my life.

What's the

matter,

Timmy?

Little birdie doesn't want to come out
and play?

If I hadn't been so horrible to you.

You saved me.

I've changed.

No, that's not true of me.

It's not.

I fucked up.

It was me.

It was for the worth.

Let's go home.

Are you afraid?

I'm sick.

I coughed up blood this morning.

I never thought myself capable of such
disgusting thoughts.

I amaze my thoughts sometimes, too.

But you gotta let yourself go, baby.

I don't understand why you're so
uptight.

Give me a call, kid.

We'll do lunch.

She's hot.

How's the foot?

My mom.

She couldn't take it.

By the end, she was doing everything
backwards.

Literally.

She did things like eating her meals,
starting with dessert.

Reading books and listening to records
from back to front.

She wasn't trying to go back in time for
her youth exactly.

She wanted to find her innocence.

One day, she pointed a friend of hers
that was visiting the hospital.

And she suffocated herself trying to
enter her friend's womb.

The Egyptians were the ultimate
consumers.

They took their belongings to their
graves.

The pharaohs did.

Honey, you're pissing in your pants.

We're free from art.

Yeah, how are we gonna know?

When you can look at a piece of art and
feel absolutely nothing.

Can we do it?

Of course.

Then what?

There you go, old buddy.

No hard feelings, right?

You're awfully quiet, Tim.

What's on your mind?

Share your thoughts with the group.

You want to know what I'm thinking about
right now?

Yes. What evil thoughts are coursing
through that little mind of yours?

For starters, I'd like...

To peel the skin off your body, Bruce.

Why? Don't talk to me that way.

You're going to make me blush.

Perhaps pour a little alcohol on top
just to give it a little kick.

Alcohol on my skinless body. Now there's
a thought.

But if I have any say in a little
fantasy of yours, I'd prefer champagne,

all possible.

How about me?

Oh, Connie.

I have nothing but sympathy for the
vulgar, sentimental soap opera that is

life.

My dear, sweet, sweet May.

I have no violent sentiments towards
you.

At least none that come close to the
damage I'm already doing to you.

I say we propose a toast to such
honesty.

I agree.

Let's toast.

Which reminds me, Tim.

Do you know why we toast?

Enlighten me, Bruce.

You see, champagne is such a divine
creation because it appeals to all

five of our senses.

Sound.

Sight.

Smell.

Of course, taste.

But touch is left out.

So we toast.

In order to fulfill that last missing
thing.

Is that true?

I don't know. But there is a little
point to this anecdote.

See?

Our goal has been to appease our
appetites.

All of our senses.

Well, I've made a sensational little
discovery about that last missing sense

that I've just been dying to share with
you.

But I'm afraid I can't do it to myself
anymore.

You see, I've run out of room.

What are we having?

Please surprise me by telling me it's
not steak.

Surprise? We ran out of meat last night.

But this is no vegetarian cuisine
either.

And if you say that my food is shit, I'm
not going to get mad this time.

Are we going to run out of booze?

I'd rather eat shit than run out of
champagne.

You want to hang me, huh?

What are you talking about?

Hang me in that fucking tree.

Tim, we had an argument. You stormed
out.

Is there a problem?

What the fuck did you do, Terminator?

What did I do?

I roasted, broiled, sautéed, flambéed,
breaded, shredded, pulled, stewed. Oh.

And barbecued.

We ate the maid.

Who's going to clean up?

You want to play Russian?

Let's do it in style, huh? But not here.
Not like this.

What's wrong? Have you no class?

Tomorrow, you and me, outside.

High news!

Hmm.

You want a blow job?

Everything is so clear.

It's so clear.

Everything is so clear.

It's so beautiful.

It's so perfect.

I wish you could

You're not even yourself anymore.

No.

Listen to who I am.

It's my fault.

I turned you into this. You didn't turn
me into anything I wasn't already to

begin with.

The songs of deepest beauty were the
grunts of our stomachs.

The chisels of our sculptures were our
razor -sharp teeth.

And the infinite power of creation laid
solely on our appetites.

So, in tribute to my friends who didn't
make it to this glorious evening, the

Champagne Club was founded.

Pool, sauna, tennis courts, horseback
riding.

And the very best chefs in the world
offer our young couples a place where

can appease every single appetite and
find themselves in the process.

All major credit cards accepted.