Call Me: The Rise and Fall of Heidi Fleiss Page #5

You got it. No problem.

So, what about the, uh, project?

- Project?

- Well, you know, the NBC thing, the pilot.

Oh, didn't I tell you? The network wants to

go in another direction.

- They passed?

- Everybody wants a brand name these days.

- Sor,

- Brand name. It's a joke.

It's a joke. I can shoot that crap

standing on my head.

- I don't know what to say.

- Well, did you tell them about

Starsky and Hutch...

CHiPS, all my

movie of the week credits?

You're a tough sell right now, Ivan.

So, I should just go screw myself.

Not at all. Always a pleasure, Ivan.

Hey, Jonny.

I'm not going to be coy with you.

I loved the publicity I was getting.

It was like being famous covers you

in gold paint... everything shines.

Heidi, right this way.

Lookin'good, darling.

The way I look at it...

in Hollywood, if you're not a star,

you don't really exist.

- I was getting to be a star.

- Hi.

- Brigette!

- Hi. You look gorgeous.

- Luther.

- Heidi!

- What's happening?

- Mick said he might stop by later.

Tracy is still buzzing, man.

What did you do to her?

- Oh.

- Let me send Tracy to you with Debra.

- How's Friday?

- Oh, I'm in Chicago.

Look, anyone you want.

You tell me, I'll get 'em.

Really. Any b*tch I want?

- How about the Dancersize girls from TV?

- You can get them cha-chas?

You know what?

Everybody's for sale. All it takes is money.

One night in London.

Hey, Heidi.

How about one of you and Luther?

- Who you with?

- The Examiner.

No problem.

- Hi.

- Sir, would you mind getting out of

my shot?

Why? What's wrong with me?

Ivan, gimme a break.

Have you read this?

It's about your friend Fleiss.

It says, " I'm really

the high end of the high end.

"What took Alex

years to build, I did in one.

"It's just hard for her to accept

that her ship is sunk...

and she's been forced out. "

- Modest, huh?

- She really said that?

Of course she really said that.

It's right here.

Who does she think she is?

Well, she's got friends at the studios...

City Hall, not to mention Parker Center.

I don't care who takes the loss on this one.

You can either be part of my team

or get out of my way.

Which one's it gonna be, Sergeant?

You know I'm gonna be there.

Good. 'Cause

she's going down... all the way.

Hillary and Chelsea fell asleep

on the couch.

They were watching an old John Wayne...

Where's that housekeeper?

Rosita?

She's always out sneaking a smoke

when you need her.

And then my secret

admirer with a badge showed up.

Ladies.

We need to talk.

- I was just gonna call you.

- I bet.

Looks like you're doing

pretty good for yourself.

Yeah, fat and happy.

But not that fat.

Rollin' in dough, I'd say.

And I guess I oughta

thank you for seeing me.

So, what can I do for you?

That Lauren, she's pretty hot.

Wouldn't mind getting to know her

a little better. How's this afternoon sound?

Forgot to tell you,

we don't do freebies anymore.

Yeah?

Well, that's too bad.

Today's my day off.

What do you think this is, a $ 10 cathouse?

Besides, it isn't fair to the girls.

That's true.

A hooker's life is no bed of roses.

That's gonna change.

You know, Heidi, you're trying to run

before you can walk.

- Think so?

- Yeah. Let me explain something to you,

all right?

Prostitution is against the law.

Thank you. I think I understand now.

Why don't you save your smart talk

for somebody else, okay?

Nobody gives much of a goddamn about

the law, but I am supposed to enforce it.

And it's up to you to give me a

damn good reason why I shouldn't do my job.

- How about 10,000 a month?

- Screw you.

- How about 50,000?

- I'm not interested.

Boy, you think a lot

of yourself, don't you?

I'm not talking about goddamn money.

I'm talking about information.

Now, your girls,

they know a lot of pillow talk.

You mean be a stool pigeon

like Alex was? No way.

You people never will understand

how this thing works.

Look, you have all of this stuff

because the L.A.P.D. Lets you have it.

You act like it's yours by right.

Let me tell you something, baby.

It ain't yours.

Thanks for seeing me.

Wait.

You bet.

Rosita.

Llama Lauren, por favor.

- Yes?

- It's me.

Oh, my little love.

What do you want?

I just wanna talk.

You know, like we used to.

About what, you little b*tch?

About how you stole my business?

I know all this crap has happened,

but I miss you, Alex.

You're the only one on the planet that knows

what I'm going through.

Yes, for sure I am more exciting

than that Eurotrash d*ckhead.

- I don't know what to do about Ivan.

- You don't need that pig.

- You've moved way out of his league.

- You mean dump him?

Of course dump him.

To face problems

too long ignored...

I started to throw parties.

Big parties.

The Brat Pack needed a hostess,

and I was ready.

Hollywood bad boys

all wanted to know me.

Hanging with me helped them

keep up their lousy reputations.

Heidi!

- Hi, handsome. How you doing?

- Hey.

And I believed in doing things right.

Why don't you go talk to Charlie?

He's all by himself.

Who knows?

Maybe he'll ask you to marry him.

Yeah, right. Hey, beautiful.

Hey, girl.

Hi. Get it in cash.

Excuse me. I'd like a drink.

Thank you.

Fabulous. Fantastic. Wonderful.

I spoke to Bill and Hillary earlier

this evening.

I said, "I wanna help you...

- Steve.

- Get this country back on track. "

- Excuse me. Yes.

- Ivan Nagy.

Heidi's friend.

Oh, yes, you're the... the bookie, right?

I wanna send you a wonderful script.

- What for?

- You know, I've always loved your work.

- What are you, a critic too?

- No. I'm a very good director.

Oh, I thought you were

the Romanian ambassador to Ecuador.

I see, I'm an a**hole.

This is how Steve deals with a**holes.

Ivan, I need to talk to you.

- One second.

- Right now.

I'll be right back.

I can't believe

you're pitching Steve at my party.

If Steve gets involved, my picture's a go.

Now who's being naive?

He comes here to relax...

not to get harassed by some nobody.

You go through this town like sh*t through

an eel, and it's hands off for Ivan.

- I don't think so.

- Wait.

You told me yourself on social occasions

like this, nobody talks business.

Are you crazy?

Things always went better with Coke.

You're putting

your whole life up your nose.

Oh, don't lay it off on drugs, Ivan.

We don't have a word

to say each other anymore.

We're like strangers.

It's time for the big adios.

Heidi, why do you do this? I love you.

I wanna help you. This is the truth.

You wouldn't know the truth if it climbed

up your back and sodomized you.

I was remembering the night

when we first got together.

I was so inspired.

It was like... like moonlight.

And roses too, I bet.

Please, no gypsy violins.

And I hate to bring this up,

but I really don't think you're giving me...

a straight count with the money.

What you're bringing me

is not nearly half.

Jesus, Ivan, what do you want me to do?

Keep books? File with the I.R. S?

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