A Los Angeles male escort, who mostly caters to an older female clientèle, is accused of a murder which he did not commit.

Julian Kaye: Why me? Why did you pick me?
Leon: Because you were framable. You've stepped on too many toes. Nobody ever cared about you. I never even liked you much myself.
Anne: Julie, I made you! I taught you everything you know! How to dress, table manners, how to move, how to make love...
Mr. Rheiman: Now slap her. Slap that cunt.
Michelle Stratton: How much?
Julian Kaye: This is my apartment. Women don't come here.
Julian Kaye: I've got to go to the health club.
Julian Kaye: [begs to Leon] I'll do fag tricks. I'll do kink. I'll do anything you want me to do.
Michelle Stratton: How many languages do you speak?
Julian Kaye: Five or six.
Michelle Stratton: Plus the, uh, international language?
Julian Kaye: That's right.
Julian Kaye: [to Leon] Who's down there? Your new boyfriend? You motherfucker!
Michelle Stratton: Just one fuck?