"It's so humid here." "It's ridiculous." "Get under here, please." "# I've never seen myself in this way #" "Thank you." "Okay, my hair okay?" "It's falling." "# Jealousy can burn #" "I'm ready." "I'm waiting on you guys." "Did you get my lighting situated?" "I saw the playback of that last one, and it was all fucked up." "All right, let's go." "Ready?" "Oh, lighter." "# Jealousy has burned my... #" "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 to be Andrew Cunanan, a young man already being sought for a murder spree that apparently is not over yet." "Mr. Bergman, are you home?" "Hello?" "Mr. Bergman?" "!" "Are you home from your trip?" "It's Hector here." "I'm sorry." "Are you home?" "Is that you?" "Did you hear Versace's here?" " Where?" " Over there." "I'm sorry, this is a private party." " I'm with them, with Versace." " Yeah." " His posse, you know?" " Okay." "Let me check." "Stay right there." "You're a determined young man." "You like fashion?" "I like you." "Ah." "Listen to this mamone." "Go play with boys your own age." "Ah." "Sit down." "I think this child has a crush on me." "We all have crush on Versace, darling." "This place sucks." "I'm leaving." "Oh, Andy, can't you stay a little longer?" "The family's away all weekend, and I 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." "Now, 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 I'll be very, very nice." "I promise." "Can I have one more?" "Thank you." "How do you spike your hair?" "What do you use?" "Just gel." "Glue." "H-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," "C.E.O. of Swiftwater Entertainment, the highest broadbanding 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 can suffocate in the closet." "A man can 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 you right now, and nobody would rat me out." "Your wife would be fucking the gardener by nightfall." "Please, I-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-I-I'm sure you 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, Milan." "You're no boy toy anymore." "Look at yourself." "The 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 it the way it sounded." "You're not old." "For God's sakes, you're 27." "It happens to everybody." "You know, I-I-I can model for Versace." "Bullshit!" "I'm the one worth money, while you live on handouts." "I just lost my appetite." "I can do better than you." "Fuck you, then!" "Do better, you old faggot!" "It's just a matter of time, Andy!" "Your best years are behind you!" "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." "Uh-huh." "Sooner or later that had to happen." "There's your clothes." "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." "Well, you're a good hustler, kid, I'll give you that." "And I thought you were a pro." "I expected..." "Well, I expected more." "All right." "My mistake." "Don't say that." "I'm not gonna leave here until..." "Until what?" "What do you want, money?" "Look, there's $100 in that jar over there." "Take it." "Just don't go rummaging through any of my stuff." "$100?" "Yeah, and feel lucky." "It's charity." "Charity." "You look pretty good." "But a guy your age shouldn't really have to do two 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." "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 fat-ass business execs for rent money?" "No." "You see, that's what people like you do." "So knock off this... model act." "People can smell desperation." "Help me, then." "W-w-with what?" "Help me." "I can do that." "You said I could meet your agent." "My agent?" "You've already wasted enough of my time." "I'm not gonna have you waste his, too." "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." "And you're a fucking queer, you know that?" "You see this?" "You see this?" "!" "Huh?" "This is my life, and you're never gonna 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." "My friends told me about you." "You're bullshit." "I gave you a chance." "You just fucked up." "You know, you might be all right... if you just stopped living a lie." "Hello?" "Hey, Andy." "Hey." "What's wrong?" "Nothing, I, um..." "I was just watching a sad movie." "Well, cheer up." "We're coming over." "No." "Um, no, not now." "Yes, now." "You've been basking with the stars." "I want some news." "Why would you want to hear about that?" "'Cause I heard you fucked Gianni Versace." "You heard about that?" "Hell, yes." "We're coming over." "He's even crazy about my socks." "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 fu...?" "Oh, here's your boyfriend." "Here." "Bullshitter." "I never said "boyfriend." Just "future employer."" "And great fuck." "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..." "Andy, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." "Well, you did!" "And now everyone's fucking laughing at me, Jeff." "I just heard a different story." "Yeah?" "Yeah, what did you hear?" "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?" "Really?" "Yes, really, Jeff." "What, are you fucking jealous?" "Jeff!" "Whatever." "No, not whatever!" "Look, if you want to play these little games, that's fine..." "that's fucking fine." "But I'm too old to play Fantasy Land." "What the fuck does that mean?" "Andy, I know the bartender there." "He saw you leave after one drink." "If you tell that to anyone..." "Andy, stop with that already." "Jeff, if you tell that to anyone I'm going to..." "You're going to what, Andy?" "Are you gonna at least tell me where you're going?" "Minneapolis." "Why Minneapolis?" "You got something going on there?" "Work or something?" "If you must know, Tom, I'm looking somebody up... who owes me." "Not my business, I take it." "I have scores to settle before I move on with my fucking life." "I did fuck Versace, so fuck you, you lying faggot!" "I'll fucking kill you!" "Fuck you, faggot!" "Fucking queer!" "I hate you!" "I hate you!" "Fuck you!" "Fuck!" "What the fuck's going on here?" "!" "Oh, my God!" "Oh, my God!" "What the fuck did you do to Jeff?" "!" "You need to lay off, Dave." "You need to lay off." "Because I'm fucking coming apart!" "I'm coming apart, man." "I'm a fucking mess." "I'm a fucking mess." "Fuck!" "Oh, fuck!" "I'm..." "Ohh." "I'm ugly." "I'm ugly." "I'm ugly on the inside." "I'm ugly on the outside." "I'm fucking ugly." " No." " I am, Dave." "I'm fucking ugly." "I'm a fat pig." "I've got a fucking belly!" "I've got fucking rolls!" "I was there for you." "I've always been there for you." "I said I love you." "Andy, what did you go and do?" "Okay." "Okay." "I need to lose weight." "What?" "!" "I need to..." "What are you talking about?" "...get my headshots in order my portfolio." "Because I really want to audition... for Gianni Versace." "Why should I help you?" "Well I..." "I had to fucking end this triangle." "Oh, God." "That's not how you settle a..." "a r-romantic dispute!" "You..." "You chose me." "I'm a monster." "No." "No, no, no, don't say that." "You're not." "Oh..." " You're just having a bad night." " Fuck, I'm so ugly." "You just made a mistake, Andy." "Oh, fuck me!" "You just made a mistake." "It's okay." "It's okay." "It's okay." "I may be pretty on the outside, but I'm fucking ugly inside." "I'm so ugly." "No." "No, don't even say that." "You're not a monster." "You're not." "Okay?" "Okay?" "I got to be honest with you here, Andy." "I don't know what the fuck to do here." "This is all pretty..." "It's all pretty fucked up." "Jeff is not doing himself or us any good right there." "So..." "We're gonna roll him up in that carpet." "Why don't you cut us up a couple lines, and I'll..." "I'm..." "I'm gonna take the blame for this." "Okay, boss." "Now what?" "Now you fix me dinner." "Hey, um, we..." "We got to get the fuck out of here." "Got to get to work." "Look, let's, um just get away for the afternoon." "I'm going nuts." "We'll do something with Jeff's body later." "You can go to work, and I'll get out of your hair." "I'll drive." "Don't fuck with me." "Give me the keys." "Hi, this is Dave Madson." "You know the drill." "I'll call you back as soon as I can." "Hello?" "Uh, Mr. Madson..." "This is your landlord here." "Uh, everything going all right?" "Uh, I got to be honest here, Mr. Madson." "Your neighbors are getting a little concerned." "They haven't seen you, and, uh, I guess they heard, well, some fracas in there..." "Okay, doesn't look like you're there." "I got to be frank with you." "I'm about to call the police, and I don't want to do that, so get in touch real soon." "Thank you very much." "Okay, you betcha." "Okay." "Sir, don't move." "We have a homicide here." "Oh, sweet Jesus!" "This fella here, he's not my tenant." "Sir, does the name Andrew Cunanan mean anything to you?" "No." "No, I've never heard that." "Duffel bag says "Andrew Cunanan."" "C-U-N-A-N-A-N." "Run a make on him A.S.A.P., over." "David Madson, the missing architect whose apartment was the scene of a grisly murder earlier this week, has been found shot dead 50 miles from his Twin Cities apartment." "Authorities are now focusing on a man named Andrew Phillip Cunanan as the killer of both Madson and Jeffrey Trail." "Cunanan's last known residence was San Diego." "The bullets found in Cunanan's nylon bag matched those that were used to murder David Madson." "Before being murdered," "Madson may have spent days with Andrew Cunanan..." "Fuck!" "...whether as a hostage or a co-conspirator may never be known." "# Ahh #" "# Ahh #" "Okay." "Good-bye, then." "And I love you." "Versace!" "You with the gardener?" "Uh, well, tell him to clean out the gutters, okay?" "Speak English?" "Well, then, go ahead." "Uh, everything that you need, it's out in the garage." "You know, you forgot to call me "boy."" "What?" "I said that you neglected to address me as the bestial and loathsome member of the underclass, which you obviously assume that I am." "Who the hell are you?" "Do you find me even a tiny bit intriguing?" "Get the hell out of here, you... you... you little...!" "Little what?" "Little Filipino?" "Little faggot?" "Little shit?" " I'm gonna call the cops!" " Oh, are you?" "Blah, blah, blah!" "Hey, is, um, is that real?" "What do you want?" "Are you here to rob us?" "Yeah, I might rob you." "You want some money?" "If I want your money, I'll take your fucking money!" "I'm asking you to leave if you don't want to be a..." "There's a lot of money!" "Valuables!" "That's a fucking start." "Just let me live!" "No." "# Even though #" "# My life has been so exhilarating #" "# As I go, I can't stop #" "# Thinking #" "# When will I rediscover the meaning?" "#" "# I once knew things were #" "# Simple #" "# Well, I'm sure everybody gets hurt #" "# And I'm sure everybody gets lost #" "# But in the end, I'm sure we get exactly what we want #" "# Oh, I'm sure everybody has scars #" "# Oh, I'm sure everybody has scars #" "So you're deserting your family?" "!" "How am I supposed to control him if you go?" "Do you know you're his problem?" "Huh?" "You're the one!" "You're the reason he wears a dress!" "He's got no father to teach him, to guide him!" "You know, people are always going to spoil you because you're so damn good-looking." "They're going to envy you, and then they're going to try to trip you up." "You watch out for yourself." "You get the bastards before they get you." "Let me bring you up to speed." "Okay, to put it bluntly, we're in trouble on this." "We have not been able to pin this guy down." "We don't even..." "We don't even know that much about the son of a bitch." "Okay?" "We're gathering data as fast as we can, but because he's bug-fuck nuts, we don't know where to turn next!" "Cunanan's running the show now, not us." "Before we proceed, there will be another agent on board." "He's semi-retired, but he lives in this area." "When it comes to serial killers, he's the guy." "The senseless, brutal murder of two young men has put the Midwest in the grip of fear." "The alleged murderer, Andrew Phillip Cunanan, remains at large and extremely dangerous." "Police have disclosed no motive for the crimes." "A fruit murderer." "Yeah." "Why is that so hard to swallow?" "Yeah, the only thing I can think of that ties all these things together is some sort of a jealousy." "Ugh!" "Anyway, maybe some kind of a triangle?" "Isosceles?" "Yeah, pink and upside-down." "Play that, uh, tape again, will you?" "Yeah, let's listen to the cocksucker." "Um, hey, Jeff, it's Andy." "Look, um, I'm really sorry." "I'm in town." "I'm at Dave's place." "We got a lobster with your name on it." "Why don't you come over?" "We'll work it out." "Yeah, he sure did that." "He worked it all out." "You know, have you guys noticed how gays are getting a lot more..." "ballsy the last few years?" "Yeah, sure." "They're committing much more "manly" murders these days." "Who's this guy you're bringing in?" "His name's Harry Spalding." "All right." "And why is he semi-retired?" "He's got some irrational fantasy that he's actually entitled to a life." "So where is he?" "He's right outside." "Scottie Johnson!" " Scary Harry." " Good to see you again." " Good to see you." " How's the golf game?" "Pretty good." "It's good to see you." "We met in Denver that time." "Yeah, I know." "Reichman." "You did a great job out there." " Thank you." " What have we got here?" "You tell us." "We don't know what triggered this spree." "A slew of opportunistic murders, but there doesn't seem to be any game plan, any system at all." "We do know Cunanan stole Miglin's '97 blue BMW out of the garage, but the way this is unraveling, he could have killed again already and changed cars." "Yeah, the FBI will work closely with state and local agencies like yours here to track down any leads or sightings." "I can't stress this enough..." "Cunanan could be anywhere." "We don't dismiss a single tip, no matter how small." "What's the background on Cunanan?" "Mother, Mary Ann Cunanan, half Italian, lives in San Diego." "Four children, devoted Catholic." "Father, Modesto Cunanan." "Left to homeland Philippines when Andrew was 10, follower of the Apocalyptic Church Universal." "Do you have a file on the mother?" "Yes." "Could you get that for me, uh, detective...?" "Sinclair." "Detective Sinclair." "Thank you." "Reichman, um, I need vehicle I.D.s." "# Looks like it's gonna be one of those nights #" "# She's not even smiling #" "# Luring you through pleasure and delight #" "# Watch the way she controls you #" "# You have no choice but give in to her sultry voice #" "# If you need love #" "# There will be love #" "# To receive love #" "# And if you feel love #" "# Then reveal yourself so that love can come to you #" "# You should trust her #" "# You've been here so many times before #" "# And such bitterness can make a man grow cold #" "# And secure #" "Little warmer than what I'm used to." "Don't let yourself get dehydrated." "I'm fine, thanks." "You look a little flushed, but that's to be expected." "Where are you from?" "I haven't seen you here before." "California." "And are you here on business?" "No." "I just came to see the city that never sleeps." "I'm from a very small town." "I'm afraid I'm kind of like the country mouse here." "What town are you from?" "A place called Huron in Central California." "It's in the San Joaquin Valley." "You're a long way from home, all right." "I haven't traveled much in my life." "And... since I've been here, I haven't met a single soul." "Kind of disappointing." "Well now you've met me." "I guess I'm sort of a homebody at heart." "Oh, me too." "When it all comes down to it, there's nothing more that I like than cocooning at home with a great meal and a good bottle of wine." "Really?" "Me too." "Would you like to come back to my place?" "I hate to boast, but I'm a great cook." "Do you like lobster?" "I love lobster." "And I've an exceptional little Chardonnay that I've been dying to open!" "A California wine, no less." "That would be great." "Do you have off-street parking, by chance?" "I'm driving my uncle's new BMW, and I would hate to get it scratched." "Oh, I can just park on the street." "I thought you said you didn't know a soul here." "Only my uncle, who happens to be the most homophobic ex-cop in the entire city." "You and your homophobic uncle's BMW are safe with me." "Yeah, you like that, you fucking badass?" "Oh, yeah." "Fuck." "# Impartial to my landscape #" "# And destiny's on the shore #" "# Incredible lives #" "# The wilder you look #" "# Sharpened meaning #" "It can be absolutely astonishingly awful." "But, you know." "Come on." "Let me buy you something." "Oh, no." "No, no, no, no, no." "I've hardly given you anything." "I'm embarrassed." "You've given me the best sex I've ever had." "And the hope that maybe someday, we could have something more." "Come on." "Hey, guys." "Hey, Agent Spalding." "Yeah." "So, I did some calculations." "This guy's heading east, probably New York." "Why's that?" "Come on, Harry, even you've got to give us something besides your gut." "Gentlemen, this gut is indisputable." "Harry, if you give us something solid, we'll carpet the entire eastern seaboard with agents." "Yeah, come on, I mean, what do you think, this last victim, Miglin, was gay?" "I mean, was he a sugar daddy?" "Was it random or what?" "It just might have been about the car." "You know, grand theft auto?" "But why the torture?" "I think that's just 'cause Cunanan's a sick little fuck." "Have you been in touch with the gay activists?" "Oh, are those gays political." "We're not doing enough, we don't value gay life, we're not going full-bore into his victims because they're not cute, little, blond white chicks." "Well, they may have a point." "So, what, you think that he's on some sort of big gay rampage?" "No, I don't think he has an overt gay agenda, but a vendetta that includes gays." "Look, he killed his two lovers and killed somebody who we assume was a complete stranger." "Then there still may be victims that we haven't even found yet." "Do you know what, guys?" "I'll tell you what." "I..." "I stink." "I'm gonna go home and wash up, all right?" "I don't know what's next." "Probably something big." "Maybe I'll just buy a place, though, and hang out for a couple of years." "Who knows?" "It was nice meeting you, too." "My name's Andrew." "Andrew Cunanan." "Andrew Cunanan." "Andrew Cunanan." "Andrew Cunanan." "You're so fucking ugly." "You're sending me to San Diego?" "Why are you gonna do that?" "Why?" "We need background research done on Cunanan." "Family, friends, a list of leads on who might be sheltering him." "What, we don't have a San Diego office anymore?" "Harry, no one out there has your insight and expertise." "You're needed." "And you leave tonight." "That should give you just enough time to move your stuff out of the hotel and go home and pack." "Come on." "Cunanan's mother's information." "Look, Cunanan is at the other end of the continent!" "I don't disagree." "Well, maybe she'll tell you something she wouldn't tell us." "But the alleged killer, Andrew Cunanan, seems to have disappeared." "Damn." "I'm out of coriander." "Steve?" "Did you hear me?" "My curry's caput." "Let's just have it without, then." "No, if I have to go out, I will." "I'll go out and get it." "Are you sure?" "I do hate to leave the nest once I'm in for the night." "I don't mind." "Really." "Oh, you're a doll." "There's a market about a mile down." "You can't miss it." "This is Casey Decker with WRX New York." "Just want to let you know if you're doing a commute both in and out of New York, the New Jersey Turnpike is closed down for a crash." "For more updated information, please call our traffic line." "Listen, I just got one of those special alerts." "A code 728." "Yeah." "It's a missing person or a fugitive." "So, what, you're leaving us for Shamu now?" "Cunanan." "He's probably getting out of New York even as we speak, 'cause he knows we got him on his cell phone, and he's probably gonna dump the BMW." "Well, is your gut grumbling again, Harry?" "Is he gonna kill?" "Yeah, probably." "Look, that means you better get some agents to New York City and cover your ass, because I'm going to San Diego." "I'm on it." "Oh, by the way, um, do get him on the Most Wanted list." " Well..." " Harry, that's not gonna fly." "Yeah, Washington says we don't have any room." "Fine, have it your way." "It's not our way, Harry." "It's the job." "Come on, you know that." "Yeah." "And him being gay wouldn't be an issue, would it?" "What?" "You don't think we put queers on the Most Wanted list?" "The FBI will do what the FBI does." "Who cares what my opinion is?" "I'm going to San Diego, boys!" "I'll make those calls." "Okay!" "I thought this was a country of innocent until proven guilty." "Mrs. Cunanan, I guarantee you that when Andrew comes in, he'll be under full protection of the law." "Yeah, right." "The best thing that Andrew can do is turn himself in." "Andrew was so handsome." "He was an altar boy." "Can you believe that?" " Oh, yeah?" " Yeah." "So was I." "You know, we all fall from God's good grace, you know?" "Priests." "And teachers." "Even women, too." "They were all after him." "I tried to warn him." "Those sugar daddies." "Old men." "They just wanted to use him." "And the gay life." "Every night, a different lover." "I worried so about him." "Are you Melville?" "Harry Spalding?" "That's me." "Yeah, Fred Melville." "What do you say we go get something to eat?" "Then we'll get back to work, huh?" "Uh, yeah, good idea." "Um, but let's make it quick, though." "I want to talk to Cunanan's roommate." "A mountain of mole shit." "I just don't understand why they sent you all the way out here, though." "I mean, I was totally capable of handling this on my own." "Hey, this is not about you." "You're... come on, you're a bright guy, you got a big future." "I mean, this is about the boys upstairs panicking." "They think that I got this, uh, magic hat that I can reach in and pull miracles out of." "You got a magic hat, huh?" "I got lucky a couple times, and... they got promoted." "So, I got a magic hat." "Who is it?" "FBI." "Every minute, I expect to be murdered here." "We got the place under surveillance, Tom, day and night." "Yeah, you don't know him." "If he wanted to kill me, there's nothing you guys could do." "Just, look..." "Okay, Tom, look, I'm..." "I'm Agent Spalding, FBI." "Uh, it may comfort you to know that Andrew Cunanan is most likely... at the opposite end of the country right now." "If you know where he is, why don't you go get him?" "That's why we're here, Tom." "That's why we're here." "Why don't you let us come inside, and we'll..." "We'll work this out." "Here." "My life's an open book." "Go through the place with a fine-toothed comb." "Everybody else has." "Dust for prints, DNA, whatever." "Have a seat, please." "Actually, this isn't a crime scene, Tom." "Not yet." "Can I borrow some tape?" "Yeah." "So, uh, you guys were roommates, huh?" "Yeah." "Split the rent?" "No, 60/40." " Whose favor?" " His." "No, we were not sleeping together, for your information." "I'm neither rich nor good-looking enough for him." "I went my way, he went his way." "You know, till it was..." "Until what?" "Nobody knows Andrew." "Not his family, not his friends least of all, his benefactors." ""His benefactors."" "That's new." "Sure, it's cool if a hot young chick hooks up with a sugar daddy." "Everybody envies the guy." "They call her a... trophy wife." "No, actually, Tom, I think they call her a gold-digger." "You know, we're not here because, uh... he... had a sugar daddy." "No, we're not." "Actually, when he, uh... when he left, he didn't have a benefactor." "And that was a problem." "In his world, 27 is old." "He put on weight." "I mean, I told him it was no big deal, but it really bothered him." "You've never seen the word "obsessive vanity"" "until you've seen an aging gay boy toy." "Now, do you think vanity was his thing?" "Is that the thing that made him tick?" "Who knows?" "I mean, he wanted to be a model." "He wanted to be a lot of things." "Andrew was a chameleon." "I mean, he had a way of being whatever it is you wanted him to be:" "intellectual, macho, feminine... deep, shallow." "Nobody knew who he was, least of all himself." "Howdy." "You lookin' for somebody?" "Yes." "Well, just have a seat, and I will pull up the records." "Who exactly are you looking for?" "His name's Andrew Kennedy." "You know, we don't have a whole lot of folks just drop by." "Wha...?" "How you doin'?" "Talk to me." "About what?" "Andrew Cunanan." "I mean, that is the topic of conversation around here, isn't it?" "You guys looking for that little killer?" "You won't find him anywhere around here." "He used to be a regular here." "He's a murderer." "These guys, they don't like you here." "Well, that's good, 'cause then the feeling's mutual." "Please, continue." "One part of me wants to say he's a manipulative little prick." "Egotistical, pretentious, greedy." "And the other part sees somebody with a lot of talent and potential who just fucked it all up." "Well, that would describe half the human race, now, wouldn't it?" "How well did you know him?" "Well, enough to beg him to give me my money." "Do you have any idea where Andrew Cunanan is?" "My guess, Miami." "It's..." "It's like, if he's got one last time to live it up, it's got to be someplace that's glamorous and glitter and a wild gay life." "I'm trying to save somebody's life, for Christ's sake!" "# One day you shall see #" "# You shall be everlasting love #" "You got Harry's voicemail." "Leave a message." "Hey, Harry." "It's Agent Reichman." "I just wanted to let you know you were right." "Ballistics traced Cunanan to a murder in Pennsylvania." "Call us when you get in." "Harry!" "How was San Diego?" "Ah, it was good, Denny." "It was good." "You learn much?" " Yeah, plenty." " Really?" "'Cause I was kind of hoping you'd be able to break Cunanan's mom down." " You flat-out didn't." " Think whatever you want." "You should have listened to me about the New York thing." "Yeah, well, we needed that background information." "Hey, Harry!" "How was San Fran..." "I mean, San Diego?" "You dipshit!" "Look, ma, no hands!" "# Too ambitious #" "# Too expensive #" "# Always questioning #" "# Good intentions #" "# Take care and come back #" "# From the light #" "Yeah, Spalding." "Federal Agent Harry Spalding." "I'm on the Cunanan case." "Well, that's what I'm calling to talk to you about." "Look, we have reason to believe that the suspect is driving a late-model Toyota pickup truck, color white." "Now, put it out on an APB, hit all the major highways heading south in the state of Florida." "Yeah, all the way down to Miami." "I authorize it." "W... what do you mean I can't authorize it?" "Well, then, fine, then you call my supervisor." "His name is Denny Acton." "But you do it now and get this done, because this guy's gonna dump this vehicle, and he's gonna do it very soon!" "Yeah, get on it." "# You don't have to hold on #" "# To someone that's pulling you down the drain #" "# I know you hate to run away #" "# For it makes you go insane #" "# Your happiness is so f'ed up #" "# And I have forms of experience #" "One second." "Welcome to the Normandy Plaza." "How may I help you, sir?" "Okay, I'll get you checked in in just a moment." "Do you speak English?" "'Cause I don't speak French." "Je parle un peu." "A little bit." "Okay." "Single." "I take it a single?" " One guest?" " Uh, oui, oui." "It's gonna be room 229." "Uh, 2, 2, 9." "Oui, oui." "Okay, do you need help with your bags?" "Le bags?" " A boy." " No, no, merci." "You sure?" "# I know why #" "# Why you want to leave this place #" "# But you cannot stay #" "# You have got to run away #" "# And you tried so hard #" "# To make your great escape #" "# To make your great escape #" "# To make your great escape #" "# To make your great escape #" "You must be new to Miami." "Why do you say that?" "I don't know." "I just recognize faces." "I haven't seen yours around." "Ergo, you must be a new face around here." "I don't get around that much." "In fact, I'm negative." "Are you?" "Negative." "All right." "Just made my night." "# I wish for no more than what is natural #" "# For me to... #" "# And I can appeal to everyone #" "# Just make me feel like I'm the most wonderful soul #" "# You've ever known #" "You like taking risks, don't you, Nick?" "Yes." "Me too." "Those jerks who say gays are sissies... they don't know what they're talking about." "If you're trying to scare me..." "Yes?" "You are." "Here!" "Go ahead." "My life is in your hands." "This could be my last moment on Earth." "Yes." " But you know what?" " What?" "I'll die happy." "So, uh, what do you got for me?" "Well, there's been sightings in Canada, England," "South Africa, Bolivia, Czech Republic, 44 of the 50 U.S. states, and a couple in Miami." "Miami, huh?" "Yeah." "It looks like you have your work cut out for you." " Thanks, kid." " No problem." "See you later." "I know a great place for breakfast." "Off the beaten track." "Then I'll show you around town." "Uh..." "That'd be great, except I have an engagement." "Oh, shit." "Am I getting the bum's rush here?" "Oh, well." "Story of my life." "It's just for today." "You know, I thought we had a pretty good chemistry." "I really enjoyed last night." "It's just something I have to do." "I'm not very comfortable talking about this." "It's about money." "Ah." "Say no more." "Just be careful, darlin'." "Miami is a great place to make your fortune." "It's an even better place to lose your ass." "Do you..." "Yeah?" "...ever see Gianni Versace around here?" "God, yeah." "He's everywhere." "Looking for love like the rest of us." "Is that so?" "Yeah." "Only, he can afford it." "Me, I've had my share of pretty boys." "They just leave you with an empty wallet and a broken heart." "You know?" "I mean, you're young but you're no boy toy anymore." "Am I stepping on my dick here?" "Look, Nick." "Call me, okay?" "Um, hi." "Doesn't Versace live around here?" "Oh, sure." "We see him all the time." "It's a great place for celebrity-watching." "You're not bad-looking." "Maybe he'll go for you." "Thank you." "Dream on." "Pardon me?" "It's Versace." "What wouldn't you do to have that for a sugar daddy?" "Maybe one day Milan, the next day Paris, New York..." "He's got a boyfriend, of course." " Live-in?" " Well, naturally." "I mean, which doesn't mean Versace's immune to temptation." "He can pretty much do whatever he wants to." "So talented, so gorgeous... so golden." "I got to go." "Say, would you like to have some coffee?" "No." "Are you into fashion?" "Because I know people." "Go away." "Can I help you with something?" "Um, well..." "Wh-what do you think about this?" "Maroon is so hot this year." "I don't know." "It's kind of loud." "Boyo, this is Miami!" "Loosen up!" "Let your body go!" "It looks good on you." "Maybe a little tight in the waistband." "Well, um, I'm... on a diet." "Well, it's just an inch." "You're so good-looking." "Why not be perfect, I always say." "This place is so competitive." "Young, young, young." "Tight, tight, tight." "There's more butt and tummy tucks done here than anywhere in the world." "You might think about it." "Not that you're not hot." "It's just an easy way." "I mean, why suffer, is my philosophy." "An hour or two under the knife, and you're there." "Plus, you get all those lovely pain meds." "Fucking creep." "Ciao, Gianni." "Rico." "Good." "Now, something set this guy off, and he's been running from it ever since." "Now, he's got no plan." "That only makes things more difficult for us." "I mean, this..." "he's angry about something." "Now, we got nothing from the mother." " No, we didn't." " And the ex-roommate." "They're useless to us." "But something... something is motivating this guy." "But whatever it is, Denny, I'm telling you, this kid is a vanity case, and he's going out with a bang." "A bang?" "Oh, yeah." "I asked the geniuses in Washington." "I don't give a shit what they say." "I'm going to Miami." "I agree with you, Harry, but Washington wants you right here, coordinating the search." "Yeah, but he's been in Miami all along, Denny." "Somebody's hiding him." "Denny, Denny, nobody's hiding him." "He's been walking around in broad fucking daylight." "Hold it." "Where's your stamp?" "It's right here." "No stamp, no pass." "Well, where do I get one?" "You got to be rich, famous, and gay." "You're 1/3 of the way there." "Now get the fuck out of here!" "Fuck you!" "Hey!" "Miami?" "The FBI thinks it's better if I sit here behind this desk and watch my ass get fat." "Hi, honey." "You a cop?" "What the fuck do you want, pussy boy?" "Huh?" "Drugs." "You want this, huh?" "Here." "I don't have any money." "Look, I'll suck your dick!" "I'll suck your dick!" "Aah!" "Get the fuck out of here!" "What you got?" "Where did you get this?" "My grandma." "Give you two bills." "The law requires you to fill out these." "Hey." "Uh..." "Hi." "Hi." "Hello." "How are you?" "I'm great." "Do... you remember me?" "Where are you from?" "California." "Ah." "San Diego?" "I have to go." "Thank you." "Is this the FBI?" "I think I just saw Cunanan." "I swear to God it was him." "You got to come down here and get this guy." "He's in Miami." "I just made him a sandwich... prosciutto and provolone, mustard, no mayo." "Yeah, it's a place called Miami Subs." "Yeah." "You look like you could use a little cheering up." "That's putting it mildly." "An affair of the heart?" "You could call it that." "Well, I'm a heart doctor." "But there are some wounds we can't heal." "You're a doctor?" "Yes." "I practice cardiology." "Can you... take a look at this for me?" "It's infected." "Where'd you get that?" "It's a piercing." "I can see that." "You mean a decorative piercing." "Yeah." "Well, I have some antibiotic samples and such." "You'll have to come over to my place." "Never mind." "I'm not gonna take any antibiotics." "Well, how about coming over for a drink anyway?" "There's only one man I want to be with at this point in my life." "Thanks." "Yeah, Spalding." "I know, I know." "The guy's been I.D.'ed all over town." "What do I think?" "I think he's gonna kill someone." "Look, I need the address to that sandwich shop." "I don't care." "I want to talk to him myself." "Thank you all for coming." "And thank you to the hotel for putting up our operation." "Okay, questions?" "Yes, yes, yes." "Can you explain how Cunanan can hide from the police and the FBI when apparently they're surveying every gay bar and nightclub?" "Andrew Cunanan is known to be a master of disguise." "He may be passing as a woman." "Yes." "Have you determined whether Andrew Cunanan is getting assistance from the gay community in order to evade capture?" "That's absolute bullocks!" "The gays are at most risk from Andrew Cunanan." "Excuse me, I was talking." "I was asking a question." "Maybe he's staying underground?" "Oh, my God." "Can someone please get this..." "where are you from?" "Big breasts don't make you intelligent, sweetheart." "Then how do you explain...?" "Excuse me, one person at a time, please." "Right now, information is coming in so fast that FBI and local police are hard-pressed to verify any leads at this point." "That's all for now." "Andrew was so handsome." "Priests." "Teachers." "They were all after him." "Look at yourself." "You're no boy toy anymore." "Look at yourself." "The years are showing." "Maybe a little tight in the waist." "I'm a fat pig." "I've got a fucking belly." "Maybe a little tight in the waist." "You've never seen the word "obsessive vanity"" "until you've seen an aging gay boy toy." "I'm the one worth money, while you live on handouts." "I mean, you're young, but you're no boy toy anymore." "Andrew was a chameleon." "I mean, he had a way of being whatever it is you wanted him to be:" "macho, feminine, deep, shallow." "For God's sakes, you're 27." "It happens to everybody." "It happens to everybody." "It's just a matter of time, Andy!" "Your best years are behind you!" "Nobody knows Andrew." "Not his family, not his friends." "Nobody knew who he was." "Least of all himself." "You watch out for yourself." "You get the bastards before they get you." "There's only one man I want to be with at this point in my life." "So fucking ugly." "Uh, good morning." "Andrew Cunanan, he demonstrated a wide range of sociopathic behavior." "He's a narcissist." "Now, he built his self-esteem on his ability to attract the attention of older men, men who would trade money, gifts, and favors in exchange for his highly developed sexual skills." "What are you doing here?" "Please, please." "Not today." "Any loss of his ability due to aging or other factors would result in the loss of his high-end lifestyle." "That would have a devastating effect on his self-esteem." "Now, the underlying self-esteem issues would manifest as severe depression, delusions of grandeur and resentment, and rage directed toward the individuals he blamed for the loss of this wealth and status." "These are the very same people who helped create the illusion in the first place." "In the wake of the murder of Gianni Versace," "Miami is in virtual lockdown." "More than 400 FBI agents scour the 250-mile stretch of Florida's Atlantic Coast, searching for Andrew Cunanan, the serial killer, who has now tragically struck down one of the world's premier fashion designers." "The fevered manhunt has captured worldwide attention, with Cunanan sightings pouring in from all over the globe." "Several men who resemble Cunanan have been attacked by vigilantes." "Do it, do it, do it." "Mr. Bergman?" "Hello?" "Mr. Bergman?" "Are you home from your trip?" " It's Hector here." " I'm sorry." "Are you home?" "Was it Cunanan?" "And is he dead?" "Yes and yes." "Did he shoot himself, and was it the same murder weapon he used to kill Versace?" "Yes, and probably." "So you got him." "I mean, you ran him to the ground." "I ran him into the ground." "Yeah." "You know, be sure you report it exactly that way." "I ran him into the ground." "Police and FBI agents finally ran Andrew Cunanan to the ground at this very houseboat." "But the questions regarding this mysterious killer are only beginning to surface." "Speculation that his spree was motivated by revenge on former lovers for giving him an HIV infection have been put to rest." "Preliminary autopsy reports indicate that Cunanan is HIV-negative." "And my son was never gay." "Never once homosexual." "He was a victim of a conspiracy, an FBI conspiracy." "Renegade agents like FBI Harry Spalding, they set up my son to kill him." "I am a follower of the Apocalyptic Church Universal." "And I know that the FBI was responsible for all those deaths." "All of them." "# Too much love is gonna ruin everything #" "# I've never seen myself this way #" "# It's too late for me to change #" "# I've never seen myself this way #" "# Jealousy can burn #" "# Jealousy can burn your ego #" "# One thing that I can learn #" "# Jealousy can burn #" "# Jealousy has burned my ego #" "# Come on, now #" "# It's too much for me to explain #" "# I'm the crisis that I overcame #" "# It's too much for me to explain #" "# I've never seen myself this way #" "# Jealousy can burn #" "# Jealousy can burn your ego #" "# One thing that I can learn #" "# Jealousy can burn #" "# Jealousy has burned my ego #" "# Jealousy can burn #" "# Jealousy can burn your ego #" "# All that I can learn #" "# Jealousy can burn #" "# Jealousy has burned my ego #" "# Jealousy can burn #" "# Jealousy can burn your ego #" "# One thing that I can learn #" "# Jealousy can burn #" "# Jealousy has burned my ego #"