Call Me: The Rise and Fall of Heidi Fleiss Page #4

Cuidado con mi pictura, hombre.

- Hello.

- How's business, Heidi?

It's, uh, kind of slow.

Not much to report.

Where's Steve?

He's good for two

or three calls a week.

Uh, I think he's making a movie in Russia.

Russia. Big pervert.

We don't say pervert.

We say erotically challenged.

Heidi, don't tell me nobody in Hollywood

wants to get laid anymore.

Alex, nobody's calling.

It's like a desert, no kidding.

- So what's going on?

- Everybody's heard about your bust.

They're so scared they can't get it up.

Hold on a second. Hello.

Hey.

Go ahead, keep it.

- All of it?

- Enjoy.

Thanks.

Why don't you come work for me?

65/35 split.

Are you gonna be the madam?

You're only 23 years old.

I didn't know there was, like,

an age requirement for the gig.

You got more balls

than the Pittsburgh Steelers.

I'm offering you

five points better than Alex.

I wouldn't give that to my own sister.

We have a lot of history,

me and Alex. We go way back.

Months, even.

Do you know Alex is

a snitch for the L.A.P. D?

- No sh*t.

- Twenty years.

Some fat dork's probably

got a jacket on you six inches thick.

I'd think about that

every time she calls you.

You greedy, Jew pig.

You are plotting against my business.

- Alex, what a pleasure.

- You are not satisfied,

you want to have it all.

Why are you bothering me with this?

I'm preparing a picture.

You haven't directed a picture

since Randolph Scott was riding the range.

- Alex, this is Heidi.

- Oh, and you, you helped this

pig to steal my business.

Alex, I'm helping you

just like you asked me to.

Don't try to bullshit me, you greedy

little twat. I know all the tricks.

You know, I invented most of them,

so why are you trying to

cause all this trouble?

You screwed me, Alex.

You hardly sent me to the Arabs.

You never sent me to Europe, and you always

took too big a cut, so screw you.

Fantastic. Where did that come from?

Sometimes I really hate

that fat, muumuu slob.

There was so much money,

even I didn't know what to do with it.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Heidi, how many girls...

I don't wanna know.

What the hell am I supposed to do

with this amount of money?

What am I supposed to do with it? Stash it

in my drawer underneath my underwear?

- I need you to put my dollars

to work for me.

- I've already done that.

I've already bought your house in my name,

which can be easily explained.

But what you're suggesting here,

Heidi... this is totally illegal.

- Dad, it's not like you to be so uptight.

- Yeah, well...

things change.

- When will this stop?

- It's like sex. The more you get,

the more you want.

One more year and I'm out.

Please, help me?

Alex very good to me.

- Let's cut to the chase. What do you want?

- I like that Charisse.

- Hey, you want her, you got her.

- It's not a problem.

- You can do that?

- I don't hook anymore.

I'm management now.

I was running a real girl's camp.

It wasn't like Alex was such a hard act

to follow or anything.

My girls were younger and prettier...

and any woman

will tell you size matters.

And I wanted to get a lot bigger.

Any businessperson will tell you,

the key to success is volume.

You're gonna have to give the

tickets in advance

if you need the girls in Monte Carlo.

Yes, that's eight girls, eight tickets.

Then 5,000 a night.

Yes, for each of them.

And don't forget shopping money. Okay, bye.

Hello. Hi, Councilman.

Oh, I'm so glad.

Listen, one of my girls got her car towed.

You think you can help me out, babe?

Thank you. Okay, bye.

Hello. Hi, Matt. Yeah, I know

I said I'd get you an invoice...

but you've gotta think of a way to

charge it back to Production.

Hello.

- Heidi.

- Alex, who gave you this number?

You can change your number a thousand times,

I'll always get the new one.

You're in over your head. You don't know

what you're dealing with.

- Ooh, I'm real scared.

- Well, cuff yourself now,

save the cops the trouble.

- I've got it taken care of.

- You sure?

- Do you remember Madam Claude?

- From Paris? Bad teeth?

That's the one. She came to Beverly Hills.

She thought she could push me out.

And guess what? I'm still here.

Even in the fast lane, you

never quite knew when you'd be pulled over.

- Take care of it.

- Thank you.

L.A.P.D. Vice. Got a second?

Didn't you talk to Ivan?

From what I hear,

you're the one to talk to.

- So what's up?

- Just the question I wanna ask you.

Little public, isn't it? Wanna see my club?

I'd probably scare away your customers.

When would be a good time?

Call me.

Hey, Heidi.

My client base was stable.

The girls were a bunch of ditzes.

They were always disappearing,

and the clients were demanding new faces.

Recruiting was hard work.

I had to be my own headhunter.

Here we go. Two champagne cocktails.

- We're gonna need another bottle.

- Two bottles. Met.

- Mick said he was coming by tonight.

- Great.

Got anything for me, Teddy?

Down by the bar. She's been hustling guys

for drinks for three nights straight now.

- You're the best.

- Hey. Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

All righty.

- Hi. I'm Heidi.

- Hey.

Wanna go to a party for Billy Idol?

I found girls everywhere.

Nice girls, all-American girls...

girls you could take home to mom.

- It looks wonderful on you.

- Yeah, who am I kidding...

that I can actually afford it.

Go on, indulge yourself.

I always do.

Well, maybe in my next life.

I know how you can afford it.

He's being such a jerk.

I'll tell you about it later.

I'll call you tonight. Bye.

Bye, Sara.

- Did you think about what we talked

about, Sara?

- Hi.

Heidi, my mom would kill me.

- Do you have a boyfriend?

- Yes.

He's some kid nobody, and you screw him

'cause he says he loves you, right?

I guess so.

All the guys I know

are really cute and very successful.

It's like a really neat club.

We have a lot of fun.

The tabloids always came calling

for gossip. I just shined them on.

A lot of people are afraid of me,

and they should have been.

Leaders of countries call for sex.

If I came out and talked,

I could have stopped NAFTA.

You're being very difficult to work with.

I hope you know that.

I like my clients, Glen. Why would I

rat them out for tabloid journalism?

- Money.

- I got plenty of money.

I'm not like Alex. I'm trying to operate

on a higher level.

Sure I got a lot of important friends.

I know a lot about 'em.

- But I'm loyal.

- Let me explain reality.

You give me celebrity dirt,

and I don't write about you.

So go ahead and write about me.

While I was basking

in my newfound celebrity...

Ivan was being overshadowed.

You can go in now, guys.

I've been waiting over 25 minutes.

This really now is beyond absurd, okay?

Please, Mr. Nagy,

I've told Jon you're here.

It's "Naj. Naj. "

- Four times.

- Well, tell him again. Tell him five times.

Ivan, sorry I'm late.

Hey, Jonny!

Gorgeous, baby.

Put 5K down for me on the Trojans over

Stanford on Saturday.

Take the points.

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