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But for all his nonsense, there is seriousness of purpose in Pezim. In his office in downtown Vancouver there is a framed quote placed so he can see it every time he looks up from his desk:
I saw a man chasing the horizon.
In truth, this man has everything the material world can offer. But if he could have one more thing? "Another major gold discovery," he says. Pezim is not a backward-looking guy who wants to talk about Babe Ruth and Jack Dempsey and gold mines past.
"History will not make you a dime," he says. "All it does is give you knowledge." He's planning to buy a Hollywood film studio.
Meanwhile, things continue in chaos around his Vancouver home. It's an unmanageable menagerie. Which, apparently, is how Pezim likes it. There is always a variety of women wandering around. Gee, Murray, do they all love you? He turns serious because, after all, women are serious business. "Well, they love me because I'm good-hearted," he says. "It's not head over heels, moon over Miami. They just love me as a person. I know how to treat them. Young guys today don't know how to treat women. I'm exciting. I'm fun."
With that, one woman slides into the tub beside him and starts chattering. Finally, having heard enough, Pezim says, "Keep your mouth shut and your IQ will go up." Yup, it's all in knowing how to treat a woman.
The gardener, Shelley Tranelis, who looks like no gardener you've ever seen, is describing a normal day in her life and in the life of Pearl the Maid: "Gardener gets up at 5 a.m., pulls weeds by flashlight. Maid gets up at 9 a.m. Gardener does housework. Maid is on phone by 10. Maid works out at 11. Gardener finishes beds. Gardener prepares big lunch for maid at noon. Maid leaves to go shopping. Gardener returns to her gardening. Maid gets home from shopping with lots of packages moments before Murray gets home. Maid rests. Gardener returns to gardening with fresh Duracells."
Pezim screams at Pearl to get off the phone. She issues a rude retort and returns to her conversation.
Las Vegas is Pezim's natural environment: fake, showy, always promising more than it can deliver. "God, I love it here!" he exults in the Mirage hotel. He visits Vegas about 10 times a year. "They give me everything," he says. "I'm good for business." Limos, suites, food, a gambling line of credit of $200,000 at many of the hotels. We are talking major sucking up. Pezim walks through the casino at the Mirage, and the voices of the employees ring out:
"Hello, Mr. Pezim."