Call Me: The Rise and Fall of Heidi Fleiss Page #3

Please. Do come in.

- You may sit.

- Okay.

May I offer you a glass of bordeaux?

I think you'll like it.

I own an interest in the vineyard.

- So what's your name?

- You may call me Prince Hassan.

May I?

Yes. I'm from Saudi.

Though I lived in London for many years.

Then guess that means we don't have to

sweep for any bombs or anything.

Or not really.

That'd be kind of silly.

- We're not in Palestine, dear girl.

- Hello. You mean Israel?

I certainly don't mean the Zionist Entity.

Where'd you get that from, Vanessa Redgrave?

I don't need some actress's help

to know the facts.

What is it with you guys anyhow?

What do you want, for God's sakes?

I mean, besides a heap of dead Jews?

- Out.

- You're kidding?

Get the hell out of here,

you wretched little girl.

No meaningful dialogue

on Middle Eastern issues?

Immediately.

A**hole.

- You're not listening to me, Ivan.

- This is terrible.

You know, that's what attracts me

so much about you,

your intense interest in my day.

- Jesus, Ivan.

... police officers and civilian personnel.

Pretty soon we have

communism in this country.

Whatever.

That is key for Alex's business.

All these cops from way back.

There's gonna be a shakedown.

You should pay attention.

You don't even wanna hear

about what happened with this jerk?

So you messed up. Big deal.

When a guy is turned on, he doesn't give

a sh*t about a broad's politics.

Just open your mouth

when you have to. There you go.

Trust me, I don't need you

telling me how to be a hooker.

Heidi, listen to me.

Learn something.

You'd be a great madam.

No, I'm serious.

Significantly better than Alex.

- I can see this in you.

- You're nuts.

She's a horrible, horrible person.

Alex is old and cranky.

She's not gonna last much longer.

Hey. Come on.

Cutie-pie.

Not all of Alex's clients werejohns.

That payola bust is ancient history.

Goddamn it. You know I work

for you guys for 20 years.

If you're my handler, you should know about

that heroin case I put Hutchins onto.

- Hutchins is retired.

- I know. He was so stupid he couldn't

bust Peewee Herman.

Well, you're a lot smarter

than him. You got that right.

- You gotta be smart to stay in my business.

- And a little bit mean?

It's a mean world.

The way I see it, you've been taking

a free ride for about five years now.

- That's gonna stop.

- What about the porn ring?

Everybody in the U.S. Attorney's office

knows I made that case.

Geez, Alex,

you're talking about past history.

Now lately, you haven't given us

even but a nibble. Why is that?

Too many people

know I work for you.

I have enough enemies, believe me.

Alex forgets why we let her stay

in business.

They don't like that downtown.

So we're about to

close out the account.

Right.

I never understood what your beef

with Alex is anyhow.

- Money.

- What, she owes you?

Other way around.

Believe me, this way is a lot easier.

Meet Michelle,

one of Alex's trusted girls.

Alex once told me to keep my friends

close and my enemies closer.

- Neither of us paid any attention.

- My greens.

Fifteen hundred. Bye-bye.

So, okay. I go to this guy's

office on the studio lot.

We have a couple of glasses

of champagne,

and he's practically screwing me

on his desk.

Mr. Family Values. People magazine.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Exactly. Whatever.

So by this point, he's had enough champagne

to get a goddamn elephant blasted.

And get this.

He wants me to spank his little tushie.

I didn't know he was a spanker.

Good girl. What next?

So I did. I spanked him

with his old lady's riding crop.

- Oh, and by the way, before I forget,

he's like that.

- What's new?

So then I go to go down on

the guy and the next thing I know...

he goes completely rigid

and he looks at me and he says...

"No oral sex. I'm Catholic. "

- Catholic.

- Guy must have a goddamn

broomstick up his ass.

Let's go.

Go, go, go.

Alex Adams, open up! L.A.P.D.

- Open up.

- It's the cops.

- The cops?

- Thank you. Upstairs. Let's go.

What the hell is going on?

Alex. Alex? What is going on here?

- Put your hands behind your back.

Miss, please.

- Stop it.

- Miss. Do not resist.

- Let go. Alex.

Get up out of bed.

Come on. Get up.

Ow.

You didn't even warn me,

you rat bastard. Not even a whisper.

Life's a b*tch, right?

You got two minutes.

What's with the hat?

They have me mopping floors, Heidi...

with my bad heart and my diabetes.

You can always sell

my house to raise bail.

One million dollars. I need you to

take calls for me at Ivan's place.

Let's talk about it

some other time, okay?

You've no idea

how much money lawyers cost.

I cannot be out of business for one day.

Jesus. Alex, be cool.

We're probably on tape here.

- Then will you help me?

- Don't worry.

- Help me, Heidi.

- Alex, you know I love you.

- So what do you think?

- What about L.A.P. D?

Just play the game.

It will take care of itself.

- Yeah?

- I've been dealing with them for years.

Look at it this way, you won't have to

go down on any more guys.

Except you, of course.

My pleasure.

What about Alex?

They're sending her to a resort spa

for retired madams.

- It's a great opportunity I'm giving you.

- How would it work?

Same as it does now.

But there'd be a shitload of money

for everybody. Believe me.

I can't screw Alex like that.

It isn't right.

- Oh, please. Right, wrong. Don't be naive.

- You're such a prick.

Things change in this business.

Plans change.

People come, people go.

What business are we talking about,

show business or hooking?

- Same thing.

- So what are you saying?

You will take over Alex's business...

and with my help become the most

powerful woman in Hollywood.

When meeting Steve,

it was always good to bring dessert.

Steve.

Well. Well, well.

Want me to get your waiter? Maybe he can

put your tongue back in your mouth.

No. Don't bother.

All these waiters have screenplays.

- You are?

- Debra. She's from Texas.

Started last week.

I know how you love a new face.

- Howdy, partner.

- Hi.

- Enchanted.

- My good buddy, the notorious Steve.

I've seen all your movies.

This is so great.

Debra, why don't you

go to the little girl's room.

- Steve and I need to talk

a little business.

- But I just sat down.

- Learn to take a goddamn hint.

- Geez.

Mmm.

How much is this going to cost me?

You can have her on the house.

Why?

'Cause if it gets around

that you like her...

every horny real estate agent and dentist

on the west side will be phoning me up.

- Heidi, there has to be a catch.

- There is.

From now on, you won't be dealing with Alex.

You'll be dealing with me.

- Really?

- You know Alex was busted.

Her phones are tapped.

Why you?

'Cause I'm the only girl she knows who can

add and subtract. Why else?

Alex Adams. In view of your health...

and your past record of cooperation...

I sentence you to 18 months'probation.

- You can count yourself

fortunate to have your freedom.

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