Call Me: The Rise and Fall of Heidi Fleiss

Soon it'll be time for me to go.

I wasn't a great communicator,

but I communicated great things.

Pete Rose

finally agreed yesterday to a deal...

in which he dropped

his suit against baseball...

...and that

the Menendez brothers acted out of fear.

I'm not a good mathematician,

but I imagine it'll be about...

I- I would think

probably 5,000 a month.

President and Mrs.

Bush welcomed King of Pop,

MichaelJackson to the White House...

Earlier this year, Amy pleaded

guilty to a lesser charge...

for the shooting of

Buttafuoco's wife, MaryJo.

This is our time. Let us embrace it.

We must do what America does best.

We are standing on the steps

of the courthouse

here in downtown Los Angeles...

waiting for the arrival

of Heidi Fleiss...

who's now been dubbed

the "Hollywood Madam. "

Here we go.

...power and corruption.

The worst thing about

being on trial is you have to get up early.

- I wasn't used to that.

- Heidi. Heidi!

Will you cop a plea?

Hi, guys.

How do you like

your chances today?

You know what? Usually you wait

till after for my comments.

What about Charlie Sheen?

Seen him lately?

Only in the movies.

There were so many articles

later on, and they all got it so wrong.

There will never be another 27-year-old

who ran the sex business the way I did.

I met Princess Diana.

I had lunch with the First Lady.

When Time or Newsweek came out with

the cover of the 10

highest-paid C.E.O. 's...

in the count, half of them were my clients.

And how did I meet them, you ask?

First I met my boyfriend

who took me to his friend, the madam.

She looked after girls... lots of girls.

Through her I began to

date men... lots of men.

They made me money... a lot of money.

And life began to move fast...

really, really fast.

It became a blur of dollars,

d*cks, drugs and deceit.

And that's what got me here.

But wait, we've gotten

way ahead of ourselves.

Let's slow down, take a breath

and start from the beginning.

I've always had a thing for older men.

The first one was my dad.

Sometimes I had a feeling

that he was conducting...

some weird, complex experiment with me

and my brothers and sisters.

But only he knew what it was.

- You jerk.

- Kids. Kids.

Heidi, stop this nonsense.

All right, guys. Everybody, everybody.

Hold it, hold it, hold it.

It does not help to be punitive.

The whole blame thing, I just hate it.

Okay, Mr. Pediatrician.

This isn't one of your

child-care theories. This is real life.

- Mom's right. Mom's right.

- Off!

Just that one thing this family

does not need, Elissa, guilt.

You know what, Heidi? You can throw

one pea at Daddy. One. Just one.

Sorry.

You're at the Weisman's right?

- I hate that little Mikey.

- I know. He's such a brat.

Pay attention. You're at the Frieberg's

Friday night. Be there by 7:00, okay?

- Okay.

- And you still owe me my commission

from last time.

Heidi, you've got this whole neighborhood

organized for babysitting.

I know.

Heidi. Heidi.

Coming, Mom.

- What's so important?

- We have to talk.

- Okay.

- Paul and I are splitting up.

Your father and I

don't belong together.

Don't you love him anymore?

So my folks split up.

A few years later, I dropped out of college

and got a real estate license.

- Let's go, cutie.

- It was the end of the '80s.

Stock market had tanked.

Everybody said the big party in America

was over. I always had my own agenda.

- I was always looking for something else.

- Beautiful, baby.

- Hey, mind your own business.

She's an orphan.

- How are you?

- Fabulous. Fantastic. Wonderful.

- Heidi, where you going?

- Ivan.

Heidi, come on.

Come on. Dance for me, honey.

- What? Like that?

- Ooh, you're so pretty. Come on.

You can put the best-looking

22-year-old guy in front of my face...

- and it's just like...

- Let me see, Heidi.

To me, an older guy is

much more of a sexual turn-on.

I'm talking like someone

so old he needs a walker.

I really didn't know how old Ivan was.

Anywhere over 40 is the right age for me.

- Take that thing off.

- Besides, I loved his condo...

- his boat, his Mercedes.

- Come on. Let me see, Heidi.

- We passed the restaurant.

- So, big deal.

- I heard Bowie goes there.

- Little Heidi.

So curious. So impatient.

Maybe one day she'll grow a brain.

Excuse me. I may be a dropout

but I'm not an airhead.

- No more than most women.

- Nice.

Alex was the greatest madam

in Hollywood, but nobody knew about her.

I think there was something

really cool about that.

Alex, here you go. This is

the beautiful Heidi I told you about.

Hi.

I love your house.

You see, Ivan and Alex hated each other...

but went through this pretense

ofbeing the best of friends.

Or maybe they loved each other and pretended

they couldn't stand each other's guts.

It was confusing.

Anyhow, everybody thought Alex

was a nice old lady with a cold.

Truth was she was usually whacked-out

ofher gourd on blow.

I don't think she'd been out ofher house

since Ford was president.

- Thanks.

- What's that?

Well, for the tickets.

Paris, London, Hong Kong.

- Who are they for?

- Some lucky girls.

Sell your p*ssy, see the world.

You don't have a credit card?

I haven't had a bank account in 20 years.

- Why not?

- That's how the I.R.S. Find you.

You know, the banks and, uh...

Okay, the... You know,

what we discussed earlier.

Heidi, you wanna work for me?

Excuse me?

I don't think you've

discussed this with Heidi.

I'm running a business.

I don't do social work.

Alex, she's cute,

and by the way, great in the sack.

You'd screw anything, wouldn't you?

You're always telling me,

"I need girls. Ivan, find me girls. "

Yes, yes.

But I'm not desperate, you know.

Come on, Ivan. On a scale of one

to 10, she doesn't even make a five.

Think psychology.

Think about your clients.

- What do you mean?

- Heidi will remind your studio

execs of their wives.

- Or their daughters.

- There you go.

So what do you think?

Just like Raquel, right?

Fabulous.

Four-fifty.

I got killed on that Chargers game.

- My God. What is this?

- It's called a finder's fee.

- Correct.

- Ivan, am I wrong, or did you

just sell me to Alex?

Heidi, tell me, do I look like a man

who needs $450?

- You son of a b*tch.

- Heidi, calm down. You're taking

this the wrong way.

- Who do you think you are, you bastard?

- Calm down. Listen to me.

You're a groupie. You go out

and screw anybody with a big name...

for a lousy Caeser salad on Sunset.

- You may as well get paid for it.

- I won't do it.

Why not? Do you know who her clients are?

Do you have any idea?

It would put us

right in the middle of everything.

Ivan, please don't make me do this.

I'm not making you do anything.

If you wanna do it, you do it.

If not, you don't.

- Good.

- Okay. Fine.

Then no more fun at the racetrack...

if you can't pay the bookie.

You know what? Right now

I'm really turned on.

Talk dirty to me.

You like that.

Little whore. Little b*tch.

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