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(exciting rock music)

- 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)

(exciting beat music)

- Did you hear Versace's here?

- Where?

- Over there.

(exciting beat music)

- 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)

(exciting beat music)

- 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.

(ominous music)

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.

(dramatic music)

(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.

(ominous music)

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.

(dramatic music)

(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!

- [Jeff] Look, if you wanna 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?

- [Jeff] Andy, I know the bartender there.

He saw you leave after one drink.

- If you tell that to anyone.

- [Jeff] Andy, stop with that already.

- Jeff, if you tell that to anyone

I'm going to--

- [Jeff] You're going to what, Andy?

(foreboding music)

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- [Tom] Are you gonna at least tell me where you're going?

(intense music)

- 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've scores to settle

before I move on with my fucking life.

(ominous music)

(Andy yelling)

- I'll fucking show you!

(thudding)

Fuck you, faggot!

Fucking queer!

(thudding)

I hate you! I hate yoU!

(groaning)

Fuck you!

Fuck!

(thudding)

- What the fuck's going on here?

Oh my God.

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 ugly.

I'm ugly.

I'm ugly on the inside.

I'm ugly on the outside.

I'm fucking ugly.

I'm fucking ugly.

I'm a fat pig.

I've got a fucking belly.

I've got fucking rolls!

(dramatic music)

- I was there for you.

I've always been there for you.

I said I love you.

Andy, what did you go and do?

(gasping)

- Okay.

Okay.

I need to lose weight.

- What?

- I need to--

- What're you talking about?

- Get my head shots in order.

My portfolio.

Because I really wanna audition for Gianni Versace.

- Why should I help you?

- Well,

I had to fucking end this triangle.

- Oh God.

That's not how you settle

a romantic dispute.

You chose me.

- I'm a monster.

- No.

No, no, no, don't say that.

You're not.

- Oh fuck, I'm so ugly.

- You just made a mistake, Andy.

- Oh, fuck!

- You just made a mistake, it's okay.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

- I may be pretty on the outside,

but I'm fucking ugly.

I'm so ugly.

- No, don't even say that.

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(Andy crying)

You're not a monster.

You're not.

Okay?

Okay?

I gotta be honest with you here, Andy.

I don't know what the fuck to do here.

This is 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.

(menacing music)

Why don't you cut us up a couple lines?

And I'm gonna take the blame for this.

(sniffling)

- Okay, boss.

Now what?

- Now you fix me dinner.

(ominous music)

Hey,

we've got to get the fuck out of here.

- Gotta get to work.

- Look,

let's just 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.

(intense music)

(phone ringing)

- [Dave's Voice Message] Hi, this is Dave Madson.

You know the drill.

I'll get back as soon as I can.

- [Man's Voice Message] Mr. Madison,

it's your landlord, here.

Everything going all right?

I gotta be honest here, Mr. Madson,

your neighbors are getting a little concerned.

They haven't seen you

and I guess they heard some fracas in there.

Okay, doesn't look like you're there.

I gotta be frank with you.

I'm about to call the police and I don't wanna do that.

So get in touch real soon.

Thank you very much.

Okay, you betcha.

(dramatic music)

(water sloshing)

- Okay.

(flies buzzing)

- 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?

- [Landlord] No, I've never heard that.

(radio buzzing)

- Duffle bag says "Andrew Cunanan."

C-U-N-A-N-A-N.

Run a make ASAP, over.

(suspenseful music)

(gunshot booming)

(menacing music)

- [Radio Reporter] David Madson, the missing architect

whose apartment was the scene of a grizzly 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 bag

match those who were used to murder David Madson.

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Before being murdered,

Madson may have spent days with Andrew Cunanan,

whether as a hostage or a co-conspirator

may never be known.

(exciting music)

♪ Even though ♪

♪ My life has been so exhilarating ♪

♪ As I go, I can't stop ♪

- Okay.

Goodbye then.

I love you.

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

- Versace.

(giggling)

(ominous music)

(gasping)

- You with the gardener?

Well, tell him to clean out the gutters, okay?

(unsettling music)

Speak English?

Go ahead.

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 call to address me

as the beast you all loathe,

some 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 little-

- Little what?

Little Filipino?

Little faggot?

Little shit?

- I'm gonna call the cops.

- Oh, are you?

Blah, blah, blah.

Hey,

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 wanna be--

(thudding)

(smacking)

(whimpering)

Please! I have money!

Valuable!

- That's a fucking start.

- Please

(whimpering)

Just let me live!

- No.

(menacing music)

(muffled moaning)

(ominous music)

(garage door rumbling)

(muffled moaning)

(intense music)

(crunching)

(somber beat music)

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ I'm sure everybody has scars ♪

♪ I'm sure everybody has scars ♪

(woman screaming)

- So you're deserting the 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 that dress.

- He's got no father to teach him!

To guide him!

- People are always going to spoil you

because you're so damned good looking.

They're going to envy you

and they're going to try and trip you up.

You watch out for yourself.

You get the bastards before they get you.

(ominous music)

- 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 know that much about the son-of-a-bitch.

Okay?

We're gathering data as fast as we can

but because he's butt-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 onboard.

He's semi-retired but he lived in this area.

- When it comes to serial killers, he's the guy.

(ominous music)

- [Radio Anchor] 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 motives for the crimes.

(somber music)

- A fruit murderer?

- Ha. Yeah.

- Why is that so hard to swallow?

(chuckling)

- The only thing I can think of

that ties all these things together

is some sort of a jealous.

Anyway, maybe some kind of a triangle?

- Isosceles?

- Yeah, pink and up-side-down.

- Play that tape again, will you?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, let's listen to the cocksman.

- [Andy Voice Message] Hey, Jeff, it's Andy.

Look, I'm really sorry.

I'm in town, I'm at Dave's place.

We've got a lobster with your name on it.

Why don't you come over, we'll work it out?

- Oh yeah, he sure did that.

(clapping)

Worked it all out.

- Have you guys noticed how

gays have gotten a lot more ballsy the last few years?

- Yeah, sure.

They're committing much more manly murders these days.

- Who's this guy bringing in?

- His name's Harry Spalding.

- Why is he semi-retired?

- He's got some irrational fantasy

that he's actually entitled to a life.

- [Denny] So where is he?

- [Reichman] He's right outside.

- [Harry] Scotty Johnson.

- [Scott] Scary Harry.

- Good to see you again - [Scott] Good to see you.

- How's the golf game?

- Pretty good.

(chuckling)

- 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 do we got here?

- You tell us.

We don't know what triggered this spree.

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.

By the way this is unraveling,

he could've killed again already and changed cars.

- The FBI worked 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 Anne 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.

- You've found the mother?

- Yes.

- Can you get that for me, detective?

- Sinclair.

- Detective Sinclair.

Thank you.

Reichman, any vehicle IDs?

(exciting beat music)

♪ Looks like it's gonna be one of those nights ♪

♪ She's not even smiling ♪

♪ Luring you through pleasure and denial ♪

♪ Watch the way she controls you ♪

♪ You have no choice ♪

♪ But to give into her ♪

♪ Selfless sultry voice ♪

♪ And to be loved ♪

♪ And be loved to receive love ♪

♪ If you feel love ♪

♪ Then reveal your mouth ♪

♪ So that love can come to you ♪

♪ I'm not sure you should trust her ♪

♪ You've been here so many times before ♪

♪ And such bitterness can make a man ♪

♪ Grow cold and insecure ♪

(sighing)

- 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.

(laughing)

- What town 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 home body 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 have 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.

- 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.

(ominous music)

(moaning)

- [Andy] Yeah, you like that, you fucking fat ass?

(moaning)

Oh yeah, fucking me, you fucking fatty.

♪ I'm partial ♪

♪ To my last day ♪

♪ And destiny is on the shore ♪

♪ Incredible lie ♪

♪ The wilder you go ♪

♪ Sharpened ♪

♪ Meaning ♪

- It can be absolutely, astonishingly awful.

But, you know.

Come on, let me buy you something.

- Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

I've hardly given you anything.

I'm embarrassed.

- You've give me the best sex I've ever had.

I hope that maybe some day we could have something more.

Come on.

(laughing)

(suspenseful music)

- Hey guys.

- Hey, Agent Spalding.

- Yeah.

So I've been doing some calculations.

This guy's heading east.

Probably New York.

- Why is that?

- Come on, Harry,

even you gotta give us something besides your gut.

- Gentlemen, this gut is indisputable.

(laughing)

- Harry, if you give us something solid,

we'll carpet the entire eastern seaboard with agents.

- Yeah, come on,

do you think this last victim, Miglin, was gay?

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 because Cunanan's a sick little fuck.

- Have you been in touch with the gay activist?

- Oh, those gays are political.

"We're not doing enough, we don't value gay life.

"We're not going full boar into his victims

"because they're not cute, little, blonde 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

and then there are still maybe victims

that we haven't even found yet.

Do you know what, guys, I'm telling you what,

I stink.

I'm gonna go home and wash up, all right?

(city commotion)

(dramatic music)

- I don't know what's next.

Probably something big.

Maybe I'll just buy a place though

and hang out for a couple years.

Who knows?

It's nice meeting you too.

My name's Andrew.

Andrew Cunanan.

Andrew Cunanan.

(ominous music)

Andrew Cunanan.

Andrew Cunanan.

You're so fucking ugly.

- You're sending me to San Diego?

Why you gonna do that?

- Why?

We need background research done on Cunanan.

Family, friends,

a list of leads who might be sheltering him.

- What? We don't have a San Diego office anymore?

- Harry,

no one out there has your incite 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.

- [Harry] Come on.

- Cunanan's mother's information.

Look, Cunanan is at the other end of the continent.

- I don't disagree.

- Maybe she'll tell you something she wouldn't tell us.

(ominous music)

- But the alleged killer, Andrew Cunanan,

seems to have disappeared.

- Damn, I'm out of coriander.

Steve?

Did you hear me?

My curry is kaput.

- 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.

- [Radio Announcer] This is KC Decker with WRX New York.

Just wanna 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 updated information, please call out traffic line.

(beeping)

(suspenseful music)

- 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.

Because he knows we've got him on his cellphone

and he's probably gonna dump the BMW.

- Is your guy grumbling again, Harry.

Is he gonna kill?

- Yeah, probably.

Look, that means you better get some agents to New York City

to cover your ass because I'm going to San Diego.

- I'm on it.

- Oh, bye the way,

do get him on the most wanted list.

- Harry, that's not gonna fly.

- Washington says we don't have any room.

- Fine, have it your way.

- It's not out way, Harry, it's the job.

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.

(somber music)

- I thought this was a country

of innocent until proven guilty?

- Mrs. Cunanan, I guarantee you that

when Andrew comes in

he'll be at 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 alter 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 that gay life.

Every night a different lover.

I worried so about him.

(dramatic music)

- Are you Melville?

- Harry Spalding?

That's me.

- Yeah, Fred Melville.

What do you say we get something to eat,

then we'll get back to work, huh?

- Yeah, good idea.

Let's make it quick, though.

I want to talk to Cunanan's roommate.

(billard balls clicking)

- I'm not gonna bullshit.

I just don't understand why they sent

you all the way out here though.

I was totally capable to handle this on my own.

- This is not about you.

You're a bright guy, you've got a big future.

I mean, this is about the boys upstairs panicking

and they think that I got this

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.

(knocking)

- [Man] 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 can do.

- Look.

Tom, I'm Agent Spalding, FBI.

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 work this out.

- Here.

My life's an open book.

Go through the place with a fine-tooth comb.

Everybody else has.

Dust for prints, DNA, whatever.

Have a seat, please.

- Actually, this isn't a crim scene, Tom.

- Ha! Not yet.

- Can I borrow some tape?

- Yeah.

- So you guys were roommates, huh?

- Yeah.

- [Spalding] Split the rent?

- No, 60/40.

- [Spalding] Who's 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, until it was...

(sighing)

- Until what?

- Nobody knows Andrew.

Not his family, not his friends.

Least of all, his benefactors.

(chuckling)

- 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.

- Actually, Tom, they call her a gold digger.

- We're not here because

he and his sugar daddy.

- No, we're not.

- Actually, when he left he didn't have a benefactor.

That was the 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?

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,

shell.

Nobody knew who he was.

Least of all, himself.

(ominous music)

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

(gun clicking)

- Howdy.

You looking for somebody?

- Yes.

- Well, just have a seat and I will pull up the records.

Who exactly you looking for?

- His name is Andrew Kennedy.

- You know, we don't have a whole lot of folks just drop by.

(ominous music)

(booming)

(intense music)

(car engine rumbling)

(suspenseful music)

- How you doing?

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' a murderer.

These guys, they don't like you here.

- That's good.

The feeling's mutual.

- Please, continue.

- One part of me wants to say

he's a manipulative little prick.

Egotistical, pretensions, greedy.

The other parts he's somebody with

a lot of talented potential who just fucked it all up.

- Make this guys a pantheon of waste now, wouldn't it?

- How well did you know him?

- Well enough to beg him to give him my money.

- Do you any idea where Andrew Cunanan is?

- My guess, Miami.

It's like, if he's got one last time to live it up,

it's gotta be some place that's

glamorous and glitter

and wild gay life.

I'm trying to save somebody's life, for Christ's sake.

(suspenseful music)

♪ Everlasting light ♪

♪ Everlasting light ♪

♪ One day you shall see ♪

♪ You shall be everlasting light ♪

- [Harry Voicemail] Herry's voicemail, leave a message.

- [Reichman Voice Message] Hey Harry,

it's Agent Reichman.

I just wanna let you know you were right.

Ballistics traced Cunanan to a murder in Pennsylvania.

Calls us when you get in.

(suspenseful music)

- Harry.

How was San Diego?

- It was good, Denny.

It was good.

- You learn much?

- Yeah, plenty.

- Really?

Because I was kinda hoping you'd be able to break

Cunanan's mom down.

You flat-out didn't.

- Think whatever you want.

You shoulda listened to me about the New York thing.

- Well, we needed that background information.

(toilet flushing)

- Hey, Harry,

how was San Fran, I mean, San Diego?

- You dipshit. (laughing)

- Look, ma, no hands.

(toilet flushing)

(ominous beat music)

♪ Too ambitious ♪

♪ Too expensive ♪

♪ Always questioning ♪

♪ Good intentions ♪

♪ May care and come back ♪

♪ From denial ♪

♪ At least I fake it ♪

(suspenseful music)

- 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 on a EPB,

hit all the major highways heading south

in the state of Florida.

Yeah, all the way down to Miami.

I authorize it.

What do you mean I can't authorize it?

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.

(intense rock music)

♪ You don't have to hold on ♪

♪ To someone that's pulling you down the drain ♪

♪ I know you hate to pull away ♪

♪ It makes you go insane ♪

♪ Your happiness is so wrapped up ♪

♪ In higher forms of experience ♪

(throat clearing)

- 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 because I don't speak French.

- A little bit.

- Single.

I take it a single? One guest.

- Oui, oui.

- It's gonna be room 229.

Two, two,

nine.

- Oui.

- Okay, do you need help with your bags?

La bags?

- No, no.

Merci.

- You sure?

♪ Why you ought to leave this place ♪

♪ But you can not stay ♪

♪ You just have to run away ♪

♪ And you try so hard ♪

♪ To make the great escape ♪

♪ To make the great escape ♪

♪ To make the great escape ♪

♪ To make the great escape ♪

(exciting beat music)

- Must be new to Miami.

- Why do you say that?

- I don't know.

I just recognize faces.

I haven't seen new ones around.

- Here I go.

- You must be the new face on the scene.

I don't get around that much.

In fact, I'm negative.

Are you?

- Negative.

- All right.

Just made my night.

♪ I can appeal to everyone ♪

(party commotion)

(sniffing)

♪ Most wonderful soul you've ever loved ♪

(exciting beat music)

(ominous music)

- You like taking risks.

Don't you, Nick?

- Yes.

- Me too.

Those jerks that say gays are sissies,

they don't know what they're talking about.

(ominous music)

If you're trying to scare me.

- Yes.

- You are.

(laughing)

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.

(laughing)

(ominous music)

- So what do you got for me?

- Well there's been sightings in Canada, England,

South Africa.

Bolivia, Czech Republic,

44 or the 50 US states

and a couple in Miami.

- Miami, huh?

- Yeah, it looks like you have your work cut out for you.

- Thanks, kid.

- No problem.

- I know a great place for breakfast.

Off the beaten track.

I'll show you around town.

- That would be great.

Except, I have an engagement.

- Ah 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, darling.

Miami's a great place to make your fortune.

It's even a better place to lose your ass.

- Do you...

- Yeah?

- Ever see Gianni Versace around here?

(chuckling)

- God, yeah, he's everywhere.

Looking for love like the rest of us.

- Is that so?

- Yeah.

Only he can afford it.

Yeah, I've had my share of pretty boys.

They just leave you with an empty wallet and a broken heart.

You know?

You're young.

(laughing)

But you're no boy toy anymore.

Am I sucking on my dick here?

Look, Nick,

call me, okay?

(dramatic music)

- Um, hi,

doesn't Versace live around here?

- 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.

(dramatic music)

- Dream on.

- Pardon me?

- That's Versace.

What wouldn't you do to have that for a sugar daddy?

Maybe one day Milan, the next day Paris.

New York.

(sighing)

He's got a boyfriend, of course.

- Live-in?

- Well, naturally.

I mean, which doesn't mean Versace is immune to temptation.

He can pretty much do whatever he wants to.

(sighing)

So talented,

so gorgeous,

so golden.

- I gotta go.

- Say, would you like to have some coffee?

- No.

- Are you into fashion because I know people.

- Go away.

(somber beat music)

- Can I help you with something?

- Um,

what do you think about this?

- Maroon is so hot this year.

- I don't know, it's kinda loud.

- Hello, this is Miami.

Loosen up.

Let your body go.

They look good on you.

Maybe a little tight in the waist.

- Well,

I'm on a diet.

- You're so good looking.

Wanna 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 easy way.

Why suffer? Is my philosophy.

An hour or two under the knife and you're there.

Plus, you get all those lovely pain meds.

(ominous music)

- Fucking creep.

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

(crying)

(ominous music)

- There is something that set this guy off

and he's been running ever since.

He's got no plan.

That only makes it more difficult for us.

He's angry about something.

We've got nothing from the mother.

- [Denny] No, we didn't.

- And the ex-roommate.

They're useless to us.

Something is motivating this guy.

But whatever it is, Danny, I'm telling you,

this kid is a vanity case and he's going out with a bang.

- [Denny] 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, nobody's hiding him.

He's walking around in broad fucking daylight.

(intense beat music)

- Hold it.

Where's your stamp?

- It's right here.

- No stamp, no pass.

- Where do I get one?

- You gotta be rich, famous

and gay.

You're one-third of the way there,

now get the fuck out of here.

- Fuck you!

♪ Trying not to feel distracted ♪

♪ Trying not to be so reactive ♪

♪ Getting tired ♪

♪ Drill it down ♪

(gagging)

♪ Worry about the way it goes ♪

♪ It's they when you want to stay ♪

- Hey.

Miami?

- The FBI thinks it's better if I sit here,

behind this desk, and watch my ass get fat.

(ominous beat music)

♪ Because you're worried ♪

♪ About the way ♪

♪ You can't get inside ♪

- 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.

I'll suck your dick.

I'll suck your dick.

(groaning)

- Get the fuck out of here.

♪ Trying not to be so reactive ♪

♪ Getting tired ♪

♪ Getting tired ♪

♪ Getting tired ♪

♪ Getting tired ♪

♪ Getting tired ♪

♪ Getting tried ♪

- What you got?

- Where did you get this?

- My grandma.

- Give you two bills.

The law requires you to fill out these.

(ominous music)

(paper rustling)

(dramatic music)

- Hey.

Hi.

- Hi.

Hello.

How are you?

- Great.

Do you remember me?

- Where you from?

- California.

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 gotta come in and get this guy.

He's in Miami.

I just made him a sandwich.

Prosciutto and provolone.

Mustard, no mayo.

Yes, it's a place called Miami Subs.

Yeah.

(foreboding music)

(somber beat music)

- 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 antibiotics, samples and such.

You'll have to come over to my place.

- Nevermind.

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.

(airplane zooming)

- Yes, Spalding.

I know, the guy's been IDed 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!

Can you explain how Cunanan can hide from the police

and the FBI when apparently

they are surveying every gay bar and nightclub?

- Andrew Cunanan is known to be a master of diguise.

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 absolutely bullocks.

Gays are the most risk from Andrew Cunanan.

- Excuse me, I was talking. I was asking a question.

- Trying to talk through these little lips.

- Oh my God.

Can someone please?

Where are you from?

- Big breasts don't make you intelligent, sweetheart.

- [Female Reporter] 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.

(somber music)

- [Mrs. Cunanan] Andrew was so handsome.

Priests.

Teachers.

They were all after him.

(somber music)

- [Swift] Look at yourself.

Your no boy toy anymore, look at yourself.

The years are showing.

- [Store Clerk] Maybe a little tight in the waist.

- [Andrew] I'm a fat pig.

I've got a fucking belly.

- [Store Clerk] Maybe a little tight in the waist.

- [Tom] You've never seen the word "obsessive vanity"

until you've seen an aging, gay boy toy.

(dramatic music)

- [Swift] I'm the one worth money,

while you live on handouts.

- [Tony] You're young,

but you're no boy toy anymore.

- [Tom] Andrew was chameleon.

He had a way of being whatever it is you wanted him to be.

Macho.

Feminine.

Deep.

Shell.

- [Swift] For God's sakes, you're 27.

It happens to everybody.

(dramatic music)

It's just a matter of time, Andy.

Your best years are behind you!

- [Tom] Nobody knows Andrew.

Not his family, not his friends,

nobody knew who he was,

least of all, himself.

- [Mr. Cunanan] You watch out for yourself.

You get the bastards before they get you.

- [Andrew] There's only one man

I want to be with at this point in my life.

You are so fucking ugly.

- Good morning.

Andrew Cunanan, he demonstrated a wide range

of sociopathic behavior.

He's a narcissist.

(dramatic music)

Now he built his self-esteem on his ability

to track the attention of older men.

Men who would trade money, give some favors

in exchange for his highly-developed sexual skills.

- What're you doing here?

Please, please.

Not today.

- [Harry] Any loss of this ability

due to aging or other factors

would result in a loss of his high-end lifestyle.

That would have a devastating affect on his self-esteem.

(ominous music)

Now, the underlying self-esteem issues

would manifest as depression, delusions of grandeur

and resentment

and rage.

Directed toward the individuals he blamed for the loss

of this wealth and status.

(dramatic music)

These are the very same people

who helped create the illusion in the first place.

(intense music)

(booming)

(birds fluttering)

(suspenseful music)

- 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 Andre Cunanan,

the serial killer who has now tragically struck down

one of the world's premiere fashion designers.

The fevered manhunt was has captured worldwide attention

with Cunanan sightings pouring in from all over the globe.

Several men who resemble Cunanan

have been attacked by vigilantes.

(ominous music)

(water sloshing)

(dramatic music)

- [Andrew Voiceover] Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it! Do it! Do it!

- [Hector] Mr. Bergman, you home?

(ominous music)

Hello?

Mr. Bergman?

Are you home from your trip?

It's Hector, here.

- I'm sorry.

- [Hector] Are you home?

(gunshot booming)

(foreboding music)

(police sirens alarming)

(helicopter chopping)

(dramatic music)

- 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.

Be sure you report it exactly that way.

I ran him into the ground.

- Police and FBI agents finally ran

Andrew Cunanan into the ground at this very house boat.

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.

- 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

(exciting rock music)

♪ I know too much now to go on ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ You can't get what you want ♪

♪ Jealousy can burn ♪

♪ Your ego ♪

♪ I hope that I can learn ♪

♪ Jealousy's harsh words ♪

♪ Jealousy has burned my ego ♪

♪ Come on back ♪

♪ It's too much for me to explain ♪

♪ All the crisis that I overcame ♪

♪ It's too bad I still feel ashamed ♪

♪ I've never seen myself this way ♪

♪ Jealousy can burn ♪

♪ When you can't get what you want ♪

♪ Jealousy can burn ♪

♪ Your ego ♪

♪ I hope that I can learn ♪

♪ Jealousy's harsh words ♪

♪ Jealousy has burned my ego ♪

♪ Jealousy can burn ♪

♪ When you can't get what you want ♪

♪ Jealousy can burn your ego ♪

♪ I hope that I can learn ♪

♪ Jealousy's harsh words ♪

♪ Jealousy has burned my ego ♪

♪ Jealousy can burn ♪

♪ When you can't get what you want ♪

♪ Jealousy can burn your ego ♪

♪ I hope that I can learn ♪