American Gigolo Page #5

You all can leave now.

How about this f***ing jerk here, three?

Is he getting paid?

Hey, you!

Are you getting paid, too, huh?

What the f*** is going on?

Well, what do you think?

- Not bad.

- I'm gonna steal your thunder.

He's teaching me how to dress.

This is Lieutenant Curtis

from Palm Springs.

He's...

He's in charge of this case.

Wait a minute. I thought you were.

No, not me. I'm in charge

of pimps, prostitutes and hustlers.

They keep me pretty low on the pole.

Good joke, huh?

You've been identified, Julian.

- Julian.

- By whom?

Who could possibly identify me?

You parked your Mercedes

about 50 feet from the Rheiman house

between 9:
30 and 10:00

on the night of the 22nd.

Then you proceeded up the street,

entered the house.

- Someone saw you, Julian.

- I request formal charges...

I don't understand. I don't know

who would say this about me.

- Now, he's been apprised of his rights!

- I was not there.

Then she identified subject number one.

Then she wasn't sure

which one of you it was.

- You got the licence number?

- She didn't see it.

- Sh*t!

- Right.

Here.

We looked around your house

the other day. We had a warrant.

- We know.

- You recognise these?

No.

- They were under your mattress.

- So what?

They had Mrs Rheiman's fingerprints

all over it. That's so what.

- Did you find the jewels?

- What jewels?

I read the paper, too.

Jewels stolen from Rheiman's house.

Whoever planted that money

probably planted the jewels, too.

There were no jewels.

Didn't you ever wonder

this whole thing may be a frame?

It occurred to us.

It occurred to you.

- Did you check out Rheiman himself?

- He has an alibi.

Big deal, he's got an alibi. What about...

You're grasping at straws.

What about Leon James, the black guy

sent me out to Rheiman's?

He spoke very highly of you.

He said you were a high-class act.

And what do you think?

I think you're guilty as sin.

I think you went to the Rheimans',

I think you did a trick,

played some rough games.

You got drugged or stupid or both.

I think you beat her, you killed her,

stole the money and the jewels.

Then there's no use to talk any more

until you press charges.

Even though we think Julian's guilty,

we're not gonna arrest him.

If you are being framed,

you're gonna be a lot more use to us

floating around.

Can we go now?

Just one more thing, Julian.

Don't tell cons they get paid for line-ups.

Some cops don't have

a sense of humour. You know that.

- Hi.

- Yes?

I'm here to see Mrs Williams.

My name is Julian Kay.

That's all right, Wilma.

I'll take care of it.

- Hi.

- Hello, Julian.

- Why are you here?

- Can I talk to you?

What do you want to talk about?

Were the police here?

There was a detective here.

I was very surprised you used my name.

I'm very, very sorry about that, Lisa,

but this is very important to me.

I told him the truth.

Lisa, you didn't tell him the truth.

I was with you until after midnight.

That's not the truth.

Julian, I can't...

You weren't here.

What is it, dear?

This is Julian Kay,

the one who is helping

with the decorating.

He's the boy who told the police

he was with me the night of that murder.

So, you're Mr Kay.

It's bad enough you made a fool

of my wife at Parke Bernet,

but then you start spreading these lies?

- Leave us alone.

- I wasn't lying.

I don't know what you did.

I don't want to know.

Whatever it is, you're not going

to get out of it by dragging...

Truth. I just came here for the truth.

That's all.

- I know you're lying.

- How do you know I'm lying?

Because I was here with my wife

the entire evening.

Thank you, Mr Kay.

You're really not very good at this,

you know?

- What?

- Following people, pal!

In fact, you're lousy.

Who are you?

What are you talking about?

Who's paying you?

You're not a cop, are you? You can't be.

Leon. It's Leon, right?

- I'm calling the police.

- You want to call? Go ahead, good, call.

You want a dime? I'll give you a dime.

What have we got here?

- Give me that!

- Floyd... Floyd Wicker. Nice name.

Born 7-23-52.

Hawthorne Avenue, LA.

Driver's licence, American Express,

Master Charge, picture of girlfriend...

So-so, eyes too close together, Floyd.

What else have we got here?

We got California State

Congressional Library pass,

California State

identification, California...

State senate pass.

Senator Charles Stratton.

- Who the f*** are you?

- You can read, can't you?

Here.

You work for Senator Stratton?

Yes.

- Why are you following me, Floyd?

- I was told to.

- By who? The Senator?

- Who else?

If the Senator wanted to know

about my private life,

why didn't he ask me himself?

You don't know. You don't know.

Well, I'll tell you what, Floyd,

I'm gonna make this easy for you.

I'm gonna make it real easy,

so you don't forget.

This is my telephone number.

Now you tell the Senator,

if he wants to talk to me,

he can just give me a call, all right?

Now you f*** off and leave me alone!

I received your message, Mr Kay.

- Thought I'd come see you in person.

- Good evening, Senator.

Yes, I'll have a vodka and tonic,

Charles, please.

Yes, sir.

This is heart-warming.

It's nice to see you haven't lost touch

with your constituency.

I'm not talking as a senator now.

I'm talking as a husband.

That's too bad. I'm not a wife.

Very funny.

What do you want?

Want?

I know who you are.

I can't stop my wife from being a fool.

But I can stop her

from being blackmailed.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You don't?

The police think you're involved

in a murder in Palm Springs

a week ago.

Three days later,

you saw my wife at a fundraiser

and seduced her.

You think you can blackmail me

into helping you?

You're crazy, mister.

Am I?

Last night, my wife asked me

about the Rheiman murder.

It didn't make any sense

until I heard about you.

You talked to Michelle about this?

You're not gonna blackmail me!

You can spread...

You don't know

anything about this, Mister.

But I do know a whore when I see one.

How much?

Not to see your wife again?

Five thousand.

You'll have the cash in the morning.

I'm seeing Michelle

because I want to see her

and because she wants to see me.

I don't want a dime from you,

or anyone like you.

Let me be even simpler.

You live off the good graces

of a small number of people.

Like Mrs Andrews,

who was just at the door a minute ago.

And the good graces of places

such as this.

You're just a hanger-on.

Unless you want to find a new crowd

to hang on to,

don't see my wife again.

- Hey, man, how you doing?

- Not bad. How about you?

I'm looking for Leon James.

Is he around?

Yeah. He's probably at the Probe.

Okay. Thanks. Take care.

Hi, Julian.

Hey, Jason.

Julian, I haven't seen you

in a long time here.

What brings you to this

neck of the woods?

I'm looking for Leon.

Have you seen him around?

Leon? Yeah, he was here.

He was showing off his new little boy.

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