American Gigolo Page #4

Detective Sunday.

You are full of surprises.

Come on in. Sit down.

Take a shine. You need it.

Thank you, Julian.

Well, you're quite dressed up today.

Well, I'm going to the country club.

To the country club.

We checked on your alibi.

Mrs Williams said that you had

been with her Tuesday night.

But you dropped her off at 7:00.

The Rheiman murder was at 10:00.

Sh*t.

But I described the house.

The bedroom.

Yeah, she said you had been

helping her redecorate,

that you had been to Parke Bernet,

picking out a bureau.

- Right. Right.

- I can understand why she'd say that.

She has a reputation to protect.

How do you do it, Julian?

This afternoon with Mrs Jarvie

and tonight at the country club.

How do you seduce

all these women, huh?

I don't like you poking around

in my private life, Sunday,

bugging my friends.

I'll tell you what. You lay off my clients,

I'll give you a few pointers

picking up women, okay?

How's that?

First, obviously, you dress for sh*t.

Anybody can fix that, no problem.

- It's your face.

- Face?

Face. Bad face.

And your body.

What's wrong with your body?

You have back problems?

You look like a monkey sitting there.

- Come on.

- Hey, back. Shoulders back. Back.

And your jaw, work the jaw.

Exercise. You don't want it slack.

- Up tight, tight. Yes.

- Tight. Tight.

Would you be willing

to come in for a line-up?

Sure. Why not?

Doesn't it ever bother you, Julian?

- What?

- What you do.

Giving pleasure to women?

I'm supposed to feel guilty about that?

But it's not legal.

Legal is not always right.

Men make laws.

Sometimes they're wrong.

They're stupid,

or jealous.

And you know better?

Some people are above the law.

Well, how do these people

know who they are?

They know.

They ask themselves.

Eugene, thanks.

I'll take care of you in a minute.

- Yes, sir.

- Okay.

- May I?

- Please.

Yeah, the other one

could use some work.

Why didn't you tell me

you handcuffed Mrs Rheiman?

I didn't.

Yeah, you said that.

That's why I went back and had it

checked it twice with the coroner.

Apparently, she must have

put up quite a struggle.

There were cuts on her wrists

from being handcuffed.

But underneath the cuts

there were bruises

from where she was handcuffed earlier.

Now the coroner estimates

about 48 hours earlier,

which would be the night

you were there.

Jesus Christ.

Now, she was beaten

with a heavy metal object,

raped and violated with an object,

presumably the murder weapon.

Yeah.

Yeah, I handcuffed her.

But you gotta understand

about these people,

like the Rheimans.

It's like a game to them.

I'll explain.

Julian.

Yeah? What is it?

They were here two hours, the police.

They were here two hours.

I couldn't stop them.

They had a search warrant.

It's all right, Jill. It's okay.

What's going on?

Jill, it's Julian.

No, it's okay. It's okay.

Send the maid up now.

Hi. How you doing, Timmy?

Julian! You're becoming

a regular visitor.

What's happening?

There's something I want

to talk to you about.

I don't like to have anybody

in the house when Tim visits.

Courts might not let me see him at all.

Let's go down to the beach, then.

Watch out.

Thank you.

I think I'm in a frame.

- Who's putting you in?

- I don't know.

All I see is a frame.

It's that Rheiman murder.

Out in Palm Springs.

You tricked with them?

Once. Just once. Favour to Leon.

- Two-timing bastard.

- So I'm a nice guy. I can't help it.

You check around for me?

Why don't you ask

your new friend Leon?

I may just do that!

You trick for other people,

you cheat me out of money,

and then when you need a favour,

you come back to me.

If I help you, you'll have to help me.

How?

You'll have to come back to me,

work strictly for me.

Wait a minute, now.

No, it's got nothing to do with that.

- Like sh*t it doesn't.

- No.

I made you, Julie.

I taught you everything you know,

how to dress, how to behave,

how to treat women, how to make love.

And then one day

you come to me and say,

"I'm too good for you," and cut me out.

It ain't right, Julie.

Things are different now.

I'm more than what I used to be.

I'm getting older, Anne.

I gotta keep moving forward.

- Just move.

- Please, Julie, save me the speeches.

How's your Swedish coming?

I'll be ready.

She's flying in from Stockholm

on Thursday.

She apparently has certain

sexual idiosyncrasies.

Are you going to come back with me?

You did it, didn't you?

What?

The Rheiman killing.

Don't worry, Julie.

It doesn't matter.

Thank you.

It's been a wonderful evening.

- Can I see you again tomorrow?

- How about this one?

There was a sexy girl

from Borgan Place...

Do you live alone?

It's such a sweet face.

No, not yet.

Why not?

- Let's just kiss some more, okay?

- What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

I just don't want to make love.

I love to be with you.

I love it when you kiss me

and when you touch me,

but when you make love, you go to work.

Look, if it's your period, it's okay.

I don't mind. I love it.

Don't give me that crap.

You know what I'm talking about.

I can't give you any pleasure,

and you can't fool me any more.

You don't know

what you're talking about.

Yes, I do. And so do you.

Yeah, I know.

You're talking about me

giving up what I am,

what I do.

Is that so shocking?

I care about you. I really do.

That's still not enough.

It's all I'm good at.

That's not true.

It doesn't matter. Doesn't matter.

I can't quit anyhow.

If I quit, I'm out on a limb.

Well, then we'd be even.

I'm already out on one.

People I know take care of each other.

I need their protection.

I'm being framed by somebody.

I don't know who.

There was a murder, Palm Springs,

a couple weeks ago.

Police think I did it.

It was a woman.

A woman I met once.

I wasn't there,

but my alibi completely denies it.

Why would anyone

want to do that to you?

I can't figure that out. I don't know.

It doesn't make any sense.

When was the murder?

A week ago Tuesday.

Weren't we together that night?

Baby, I wish we were.

All right, boys, stand full-face, please.

This is bullshit. These cops...

Number three, take off your glasses.

Number two, straighten up.

Turn to your right.

No, number three, to your right.

Jerk.

How much you getting paid?

What are you talking about?

I'm just a con.

So am I.

I'm getting 15.

- You are?

- Yeah, 15 bucks.

Now left, please.

Left.

Thank you.

- The wino's getting 20.

- You're kidding.

You ain't getting paid,

you're getting screwed.

Sh*t! What the f*** is going on here?

Is my lawyer here yet?

- I want to speak to my lawyer...

- Four!

...when he gets here!

Make sure they call me.

Four. You'll see your lawyer.

Get back in line.

Now, just make sure I speak to him.

Number one, turn to your right again.

I know my rights.

- This isn't Russia.

- Okay, number one, turn to your left.

We have a constitution here.

I know my rights.

- Wait till my lawyer gets here.

- All right, thank you.

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