Call Me: The Rise and Fall of Heidi Fleiss Page #2

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.

I'm your little b*tch.

Absolutely.

So I end up sending

three of my top girls...

direct to the set in Malta

for two nights.

- So I guess he's not gay after all.

- Gracias.

Not this week.

That enough for you?

That's good. Good.

Same time next week?

My greens.

- Always a pleasure, Alex.

- Excellent.

Heidi.

- Glen. Heidi.

- Hi.

His name is Glen Feather.

He worked for a national tabloid.

He had seen a few too many

black-and-white movies about reporters.

Celebrities have to pay for sex?

Hollywood girls are tough.

Even if a guy is a celebrity, you know

they're not gonna screw him for long...

unless he marries them

or gives them a career break.

These days a guy can spend $300 on dinner

three nights running and still not get laid.

They don't pay you for the sex, you know,

they pay you to leave.

Alex said

I had a lot to learn about being sexy.

That's how I met Lauren.

She was supposed to teach me.

Lauren was once married to a huge rock star.

She lasted with him for about three months.

You wanted to see me?

- But hey, that's rock and roll.

- Hi. I'm Lauren.

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