Unexpectedly, Langone, Greenberg, and Stone talk on-camera. They don’t say they hired people to follow Spitzer, but my hunch is they would’ve liked to. Oh, boy, would they. Mere minutes after the scandal broke, Langone was on TV saying an unnamed friend just happened to be standing behind Spitzer in the post office as he counted out hundred-dollar bills for a money order. As journalist Wayne Barrett recounts the story, Langone knew he shouldn’t have said anything about it, but he just … couldn’t … help himself.
It should be said that Spitzer declines to psychoanalyze himself—he won’t go there—and that the lovely, sad-eyed Silda doesn’t appear. But Client 9 offers an eye-popping look at the defunct Emperor’s Club, whose giggly proprietress affirms that it was not Ashley Dupré but “Angelina” who was Spitzer’s regular. Gibney interviewed “Angelina,” but instead of putting her in shadow and distorting her voice, he cast a smart and gorgeous actress named Wrenn Schmidt to stand in for her. (It’s a brilliant, devilish little move.) Dupré, now a New York Post columnist and treasured Fox News guest, closes the movie by giving Geraldo (“You’re also a lovely singer!”) a verse of “Let It Snow” that lingers through the credits like a richly fricative fart.