Voyeur Page #7

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How did she get my number?

I don't know, unless Gay gave it to her,

'cause she talked to Gay.

There's gonna be an article

in the Denver Post,

so that's gonna really loosen things up.

I did talk to the reporter

from the Denver Post.

I spoke to her, and there's an article.

But there's nothing in that article

that hasn't been said in the New Yorker.

I went to go get the paper

this morning,

and I looked at it

and I thought, "Oh, sh*t."

It says, "Ex-Colfax motel owner 'thinks

he's the greatest voyeur in the world.'"

Right here. There's Gerald

in his office at the motel.

It says, "Sex, lies,

but no video tapes for hotel owner."

And then here's the book of Gay Talese.

If my phone rings,

I'm just gonna let it go.

I have a feeling

my brothers and sisters are gonna call,

and I don't know what to say.

Gerald told me to say,

"Hey, it's just a story. It's not real."

Right? But it is real.

I tell you, the sh*t has hit the fan.

I just talked to a friend of mine

in Minnesota.

It's all over the Twin Cities already.

It's in every city in the country

right now.

I'm not good.

I'm shaking like a f***ing leaf.

It's quiet now, but it's not gonna be

quiet very soon, I don't think.

I gotta tell you guys something.

We've gotta get round the table.

I'm really pissed off.

Really pissed off.

And it's probably my fault, but...

And I'm scared.

I have a lot of fear...

because I love that lady over there

and I'll do anything to protect her.

But when Gay Talese...

makes that last statement in there,

talking about my card collection.

That... I never wanted that in there.

I don't want people to know that I got

a million-dollar card collection here.

What if a lawyer turns around and sues me?

And they put a lock on the house

and everything in it?

I can't even sell it,

because the reason they put a lock on it

is they know it's worth millions,

and, therefore,

they can get the money, you see.

God, what the...

I never saw any of those things.

Never once did he ever show me

the damn manuscript.

Never once did he show me the thing

that was written

for the New Yorker magazine.

And I would have been adamant.

"Get that out of there!"

You don't put that stuff in there.

You don't write about a man's money.

I mean, I'm really mad at Gay.

I'm mad as hell at him,

because he should have consulted me.

I'm the guy! Not him.

He's made this thing pointed.

"Hey, I'm the big star here," you know.

"I'm the big star.

"I've written all these books,

and here I am," you know.

And then he writes bullshit about me.

That's the only thing

I'm really pissed off about in there,

and I am seriously pissed off about it.

And I think Gay and I are gonna have

a hell of a real bad problem.

"He's still pondering Foos' true motive

in revealing his secrets."

One reason could be money.

Talese draws parallels...

to the Unabomber...

and Watergate's Deep Throat.

Men who did not want to take secrets

to their graves.

"Foos is hoping to come clean

30 years later and find redemption."

That's true?

Kinda, but you don't do it

with listing his assets.

- Gerald, excuse me.

- Yeah, I get it. I get it.

It's not Gay's fault.

It's your fault, too.

Everything is my fault.

- Has he called you back?

- No.

What the hell does he think this is,

some kind of goddamn game?

Gerald, it's different hours...

Bullshit. It's ten o'clock in New York.

I tell ya, it's getting to be...

- Gerald, just calm down.

- I don't wanna get sideways with that man.

I just want to tell you that I love you,

and calm down, okay?

Okay, darling. Thank you.

She is smart.

- You see what I mean?

- He trusts you.

I know, but he won't

if you say something to him.

I shouldn't have to say

anything. You should be talking to him...

Keep your voice down, okay?

Don't come between us.

Don't do that again.

Gay, I'm sorry to bother you.

This is Gerald.

I just wanted to touch bases with you

about some of the stuff...

I'd just like to talk to you

if I could, please.

If you have the opportunity, call me.

I appreciate it.

Come on.

God, this goddamn laptop is terrible.

"You called yourself a pioneer,

a truth-teller, a chance taker,"

a man to be compared,

maybe better than compared,

to Alfred Kinsey and Masters and Johnson.

These people,

though recognized with respect today,

were vilified when they first appeared

on the public scene,

considered to be obscene and criminal.

So now the story of Gerald Foos

has gone public,

and Gerald Foos must, as a man of courage

and strength, stand tall and tough.

You take it for a while

because you want to reveal

the truth of who you are

and why you know what you know.

Okay, hang in there

as athletes and pioneers must.

"Best, Gay Talese, your pal."

You're gonna meet

the bad guy now.

Is this in reference to

that book you wrote?

- Didn't you write a book?

- Yes, sir.

I know who you are.

Come on in.

I got this call just a little bit ago.

A threatening phone call.

I'm scared to death right now.

I don't even know what the hell to do.

This guy was dead serious on that phone.

The phone rang, and the guy says,

"I'm gonna have my friends

come there and kill you,

'cause you're threatening me."

- No. See, I'm nervous, too.

- No, it's okay.

But the guy says,

"I'm gonna threaten you guys."

- He said...

- "I got friends." I didn't hear all of it.

I remembered something

the guy said.

He said, "Now you're the one

that's being watched."

Thank you, guys.

Son of a b*tch. Damn, motherfuck.

Son of a b*tch.

I don't know what to do now.

I don't know whether

to start getting my guns out,

and laying 'em out every place

where they're pointed

in certain directions or what.

- Don't be so nervous, Gerald.

- Oh, I don't know.

Sometimes you get nervous

when you're ready to die.

- Not really.

- I just said a bit ago

that I thought I'd die

before this book came out.

This is too much pressure on me.

All through my arms and my legs.

I feel this feeling of fear.

"10:
00 a. m."

Coming to get me and kill me

because I am no good pervert.

Had my address and phone number.

"I thought that I knew the voice

but didn't know for sure."

You can't hide anymore, can you?

Sometimes I think that...

it's not real.

It's kind of a dream world.

Last night, I had a dream

most of the night that I was being chased.

I was being chased by people

who were trying to catch me.

I was running

and hiding away from 'em, and...

Just went on a long time.

You know, if I knew what I was gonna feel

a year or two years ago,

I'd have never done this.

So, I don't know if that's gonna change.

I thought there would be controversy

when the New Yorker piece ran.

Almost anybody who reads it

sees it as a really fascinating story.

People are going to react negatively

without thinking about the material

in any serious way.

On the face of it,

the fact that he was a voyeur

and built this thing

specifically to watch people,

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