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- It's so humid here, it's ridiculous.

Under here, please.

♪ I've never seen myself this way ♪

♪ It's too late for me ♪

Thank you.

My hair okay?

It's falling.

♪ Jealousy can burn ♪

♪ When you can't get what you want ♪

I'm ready. I'm waiting on you guys.

Did you get my lighting situated?

I saw the playback from the last one.

It was all fucked up.

All right, let's go.

Ready?

Lighter.

♪ Jealousy has burned me ego ♪

Gianni Versace is gone.

The question now is, will the Versace name

and the fashion line survive?

In the meantime, the nationwide search continues

for Versace's killer,

said do be Andrew Cunanan,

a young man already being sought for a murder spree

that apparently is not over yet.

- [Man] Mr. Bergman, you home?

(ominous music)

Hello?

Mr. Bergman?

Are you home from your trip?

It's Hector.

- I'm sorry.

- [Hector] Are you home?

Is that you?

(foreboding music)

(gunshot booming)

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- Did you hear Versace's here?

- Where?

- Over there.

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- I'm sorry, this is a private party.

- I'm with them.

With Versace.

- Yeah.

- The posse, you know?

- Okay.

Let me check.

Stay right there.

- Bring him at the bar.

You're a determined young man.

You like fashion?

- I like you.

- Ah.

(laughing)

- Listen to this mamoni.

Go play with boys your own age.

Sit down.

I think this child has a crush on me.

(girl giggling)

- We all have crush on Versace, darling.

(laughing)

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- This place sucks.

I'm leaving.

- Oh Andy, can't you stay a little longer?

The family's away all weekend

and I've really went out on a limb for this.

- I'm bored.

You coop me up here all weekend.

I want to hang out with kids my own age.

And I need money, you've been holding out on me.

- If I give you money now, you'll just take off.

Every time you promise me

that we're going to have some time together.

- Come on.

- That's nice.

- Come on.

I just want to go out for a little bit, okay?

I'll come back

and it will be very, very nice.

I promise.

Can I have one more?

Thank you.

(exciting beat music)

(laughing)

Yeah.

(laughing)

Have you spiked your hair?

What do you use?

Just Jell? Lube?

- Hi, remember me?

- Yeah.

Excuse me.

How could I forget my favorite

high-tech executive closet queen?

- Did you get that little item that I sent you?

- Yes, I got your gift Mr. Edward M. Swift.

CEO of Swift Water Entertainment.

The highest broad banding network in all the world.

Oops, I'm not supposed to say that, am I?

I suppose you want to exact some penance.

Punish my ass.

- Can we just get the hell out of here?

- I know, I know.

The wife and kids,

the board of directors.

You know, Eddie,

a man could suffocate in the closet.

A man could die in there.

You should really open that closet door, Eddie.

If someone spots you in here,

that means they're here too.

You see how that works?

- Andy,

don't insult my intelligence.

I'm on a short leash today.

- Aren't they always?

Okay, I'm all yours.

Take your little island native boy

and let's go home.

Excuse me.

Don't you ever embarrass me like that again.

- Uh, but--

- I'm worth much more than

that tacky, little gift you gave me.

Do you think I'm some street whore?

Some fucking Filipino slut?

- No, no, no.

- Let me tell you something.

I could kill your right now

and nobody would rat me out.

Your wife would be fucking the gardener by nightfall.

- Please, I didn't mean.

- When you play with me, you play for keeps.

You get it?

I'm pretty but I'm deadly.

Pretty.

Deadly.

- Sure.

- And you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?

- Sure wouldn't.

- Okay.

Now I'll prove I'm worth that little trinket you gave me.

- I'm sure you've had it appraised already.

- Actually, I had it pawned.

And if that's too predatory for you,

maybe I'll just go home.

In fact, I'm very close with Gianni Versace.

I'm in his entourage.

I could be on the runway right now

in New York or Paris or Milan.

- You're no boy toy anymore.

Look at yourself.

Your years are showing.

Versace?

At least I live in the real world.

I may not be God's gift,

but you better be if you're gonna shake me down.

I'm sorry, Andy, I didn't mean the way it sounded.

You're not all forgotten.

For God's sakes, you're 27.

It happens to everybody.

- You know, I can model for Versace.

- Bullshit.

I'm the one worth money

while you love on handouts.

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I just lost my appetite.

I can do better than you.

- Fuck you then!

Do better, you old faggot!

- [Edward] It's just a matter of time, Andy.

Your best years are behind you.

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(water trickling)

(teeth brushing)

(water faucet running)

- Small world, huh?

- Yep.

- You know,

you're a model and I'm a model.

We both have an affinity

for sleazy little holes in the wall.

- Ah huh.

- Sooner or later,

it had to happen.

- There's your clothes and there's the door, all right?

- What's the problem?

- Right now, you.

- What did I do?

- Nothing but talk

and talk.

- You seemed to be enjoying it last night.

- You're a good hustler, kid, I'll give you that.

I thought you were a pro.

I expected,

well, I expected more.

My mistake.

- Don't say that.

I'm not gonna leave here until--

- Until what?

What do you want, money?

There's a hundred dollars in that jar over there.

Take it.

Just don't go rummaging through any of my stuff.

- A hundred dollars?

- Yeah.

And feel lucky.

It's a charity.

- Charity.

- You look pretty good.

But a guy your age shouldn't really have to do

2 lines of blow just to get it up for an hour

and then pass out.

- Fuck you.

- Well, you already tried that.

Maybe you'll have better luck being a model.

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See that guy?

That's a model.

Does he look like a guy who's drinking

gallons of vodka every night?

Whoring himself out to fatass business execs for rent money?

- No.

- That's what people like you do.

So knock off this model act.

People can smell desperation.

- Help me then.

- With what?

- Help me.

I could do that.

You said I could meet your agent.

- My agent?

I've already wasted enough of my time.

I could have you waste his too.

(smacking)

Get out.

- You're a pig.

- Why don't you go pork some fat stockbroker.

You see that?

That's as close to any photo shoot you'll ever get.

- You're a fucking queer, you know that?

(thudding)

(groaning)

- You see this?

You see this? Huh?

(groaning)

This is my life?

And you're never gotten get there because it's too late.

So you just keep whoring yourself out to old guys, huh?

And the years will just keep going by.

(gasping)

My friends told me about you.

You're bullshit.

I gave you a chance.

You just fucked up.

You might be all right,

if you just stopped living a lie.

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(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- [Man] Hey, Andy.

- Hey.

- [Man] What's wrong?

- Nothing.

I was just watching a sad movie.

- [Man] Well, cheer up! We're coming over.

- No.

No, not now.

- [Man] Yes, now.

You've been basking with the stars.

I want some news.

- Why would you wanna hear about that?

- [Man] Because I heard you fucked Gianni Versace.

- You heard about that?

- [Man] Hell yes, we're coming over.

(phone dial tone buzzing)

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- He's even crazy about my socks.

(people laughing)

My mom's like, where do your socks go?

He pays me to wear my fucking socks.

- Shit, I'll sell him my socks too.

- Nobody wants your socks, sweetie.

Versace respects my pretty feet.

- You've got pretty everything.

You should be a model.

What the fuck?

Oh, here's your boyfriend.

Here.

- Bullshitter.

- [Andy] I never said "boyfriend."

Just future employer

and great fuck.

- [Young Man] Really?

Jeff said you had one drink then got kicked the fuck out.

- How could you do this to me?

I thought we were friends.

Fucking son of a bitch!

If you do that again.

- [Jeff] Andy, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

- Well, you did

and now everyone's fucking laughing at me, Jeff.

- [Jeff] I just heard a different story.

- Yeah?

Yeah, what did you hear?

- [Jeff] Andy, calm down.

- Stop spreading rumors about me.

I hung out with Versace.

I was in his limo.

I was in his fucking house.

He even asked me to fucking audition for him.

What do you think about that?

- [Jeff] Really?

- Yes, really, Jeff.

What're you, fucking jealous?

Jeff?

- [Jeff] Whatever.

- No, not whatever!

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