Call Me: The Rise and Fall of Heidi Fleiss Page #6

- 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?

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