American Gigolo (2022) s01e04 Episode Script

Why do I feel like crying?
She was my fucking pimp.
Who'd want to kill Olga, Julian?
Same people
who killed Janet Holmes?
Do you remember Lisa Beck?
Lisa Beck.
Yeah.
She was, you know, young.
A girl I brought in.
A thing happened to her
in the bathroom upstairs?
Colin, staring at that photo
won't make him magically appear.
Elizabeth Shannonhouse,
found with her neck broken
in a motel called The Costello.
This photograph found
next to the victim's head.
Do you recognize
the man in this photograph?
- No.
- This photograph was found
in a crime scene.
I can't call the police
because there's a dead woman
in a motel room,
and your son was
the last person she was with.
The man in that photograph,
he's-he's a prostitute.
I used him a couple of times.
She said that?
- Uh, hey, dirty
- What?
Look at the girl right there
Let's do it, baby. Got to party.
Bon voyage.
Uh, a little party time, huh?
Okay.
Come on,
let's go, let's go, let's go.
Switch ya hips when
ya walkin', let down ya hair
Down ya hair
I like the way you do that
right thurr, right thurr
Lick your lips
when you talkin'
That make me stare
I like the way you look
in them jeans
- Listen to me.
- Okay. All right.
When that woman
- breaks your heart
- Mm-hmm.
and you're lost,
and you don't have
one fucking friend in the world,
you come back home.
To your new life, Julian Kaye.
Come on, it's not
it's not goodbye.
I'm gonna be around.
I hope she loves you
as much as I do.
Hello, baby.
I'm here.
God, this is so surreal.
How did it go today?
I don't know. I just, uh
I just walked
right out the door.
He wasn't home,
so I kind of
I don't know,
I guess that's
that's how you change
your whole entire life.
You just walk out a door.
One last job.
I'll meet you later. I love you.
Hello?
Delivery.
Hi, Janet.
- Hi.
- Hi.
"Call Me" by Blondie
Color me your color, baby
Color me your car
Color me your color, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your color chart
I know where
you're coming from
- Call me
- Call me
On the line, call me
Call me any, anytime
- Call me
- Call me
I'll arrive,
you can call me any
Day or night, call me
Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I'll never get enough
Emotions come
I don't know why
Cover up love's alibi
- Call me
- Call me
My love, call me
Call me any, anytime
- Call me
- Call me
I'll arrive, call me
Call me for some overtime
- Call me
- Call me
My love, call me
Call me in a sweet design
- Call me
- Call me
Call me
For your lover's
lover's alibi
Call me
- I got a theory. Okay?
- Yeah.
Okay,
it's this generation, right?
These people,
they have no game whatsoever.
There's-there's no romance,
no seduction, like us.
You know, that was our shit.
They will be standing next
to the baddest chick
in the entire club, and
that dumbass is on the phone,
swiping left and right,
trying to hook up with
a piece of ass three miles away.
They are not present for
the pussy. That's the problem.
They don't even fuck, man.
They just rub.
- Oh, boy.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.
- Nah, I'm-I'm
- I got to finish that up.
- All right.
- But, hey, hey, Ren.
Business is good, right?
- Amen.
- 'Cause my clients,
they don't use
their fucking phones.
They don't trust them.
They trust me.
And they're gonna love you.
- What does that mean?
- They are.
You make women feel
like they're the eighth
fucking wonder of the world.
- Oh.
- You make women blossom.
Dude,
I could book you solid
if you wanted.
You see that woman over there?
She's been staring at you
since you sat down.
I can get three grand
- for you right now.
- Stop.
- Nah.
- What?
This right here?
That's, like, two grand.
- Two thousand?
- Yes.
- For this guy?
- Yes.
- Three.
- Three? Okay.
- Fuck
- Okay, let's go. Let's go.
What do you mean, "Let's go"?
What are you doing?
- Don't, don't, don't, don't.
- Vegas odds, baby.
She's fucking
out of her mind, man.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, she's batshit crazy.
- Mm.
- But I tell you what,
she loves you, though. Yeah.
She's got a fucking weird way
of showing it.
She doesn't want
to see you in, some, uh,
- shithole apartment.
- I love my apartment.
Or sleeping
on a dead woman's mattress.
Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha.
Uh-oh, that's the champ.
That's the champ.
That's the ch
- Five grand, motherfucker.
- 5K? Come on, motherfucker.
- That's it.
- Five grand.
That's what I'm talking about.
If you go home with her tonight.
Or she needs a date
for an event tomorrow night.
Here's her card.
Seven grand
for the whole evening.
Ten if you sleep over.
Well, shit.
Ten grand for a sleepover?
I'm fucked-up. I'm-I'm-I'm
That never stopped you
before. Come on.
- But
- Come on, J.
- Come on.
- Five grand.
- Yeah?
- Mm
- Yes. Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Mm.
- Come on.
- Fuck.
- Yes.
- There he is.
- Mm-hmm.
Thank you for, uh,
"getting me out of the house."
No. Come on. J.
- Fuck.
- J!
Come on in.
Do you want
to get a drink, or?
I think we should
just go upstairs.
You coming?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm coming.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
It's okay. No, it's okay.
I got you. I got you.
I know. I know.
I have a son.
Colin.
This doesn't have to happen.
I know what he fucking does!
This is how it's being handled.
If he hurts her, I'll kill him.
N-No. Don't say that.
I will fucking kill him.
You don't have
to do this job, you know.
We could just
we could just leave.
You could bail.
Hey, I love you.
I love you, too.
Do you recognize the man
in this photograph?
No.
That's not good enough.
I'll call you back.
Any news?
I'll tell you the second I hear.
Is Richard home?
He just left for a meeting.
At the motel,
when I was cleaning up
Colin's things
I missed something.
Okay.
It was a photo.
Colin had it on him.
And a detective came here
and started asking me
a bunch of questions, and
The thing is, it was
a photo of-of John and me,
taken a long time ago.
I know, you told me
to get rid of everything.
Colin saw me with it and
Where are you going?
To clean up your mess.
Sir?
The injuries
are quite extensive.
There is more that we can do,
but it's going to be
complicated and expensive.
I know this is difficult,
but it may be most compassionate
to put her down.
No. No.
I don't, I don't think
I can make that decision.
Here's the total, sir.
Wow.
I mean, you've probably
heard this before,
- but this house is beautiful.
- Thank you.
- You live here alone?
- Almost never.
- Have a seat.
- Here?
Mm-hmm.
Enjoy.
Wow.
Looks like you like some water
with your fruit salad.
Makes me feel
like I'm on vacation.
Thank you very much.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
So, you had
some questions for me?
Yes. But first,
I'd like to say
I'm sorry about Olga.
I know how it feels
to lose a family member.
Thank you.
She was an interesting
character, your aunt.
What do you mean?
Well, she ran
a colorful business.
I tried to stay far away
from whatever she was doing.
But she did pass
the torch to you.
I run a completely
legitimate business.
Olga did not.
No. She ran
high-class prostitutes
right out of this house
that you now own.
You inherited it from her, yes?
I produce live,
adult entertainment.
I'm not a madam, I'm a boss.
But growing up here,
you must have seen
some interesting people,
some interesting things.
As a homicide detective,
I'm sure you have, too.
You know anyone who might have
wanted Olga dead?
She piss someone off?
I don't know, maybe, uh,
one of the clients
or one of the escorts?
Well, she pissed off
a lot of people.
Especially at the end.
The sky's the limit.
But no one specific
comes to mind?
Nope.
Where were you
the night she was murdered?
Running an event
in Beverly Hills.
You got somebody
to back that up?
A dozen people can.
That's right,
you told me before.
You're a girl who likes a crowd.
Well, thank you so much
for your time.
- Pleasure.
- If you think of anything,
- please give me a call.
- Sure.
That's fucking amazing water.
No doubt about it.
I'll show myself out?
Thank you.
Hello?
Anne.
- Yes?
- Hi. Um, it's
uh, Julian. Julian Kaye. Uh
Isabelle,
my-my-my friend, she
she tried to introduce us
last night.
Right. Hi.
Hi. Um
You know, she had mentioned
that maybe you were looking
for someone to
uh, accompany you
to, uh, an event this evening?
You know, you look like my dad
after Kennedy died.
Thanks a lot for that.
I don't know.
I can't see anything.
There's no shape.
- I see a straight line.
- Where?
The queen kills Janet Holmes,
the hustler goes away for it.
Hustler gets out of jail,
takes his revenge on the queen.
- Mm.
- You don't like it.
- I don't like it.
- Why?
Because Janet Holmes
didn't even know Olga.
Olga didn't know her.
There's absolutely no motive.
To set up Julian?
Man, why does
all the trouble in the world
land at the feet of Julian Kaye?
Think you missed your calling
as a social worker, Sunday.
- Thanks a lot, Captain.
- Call up his mommy,
chat about all that.
You ask me,
you've got your perp.
Thanks for nothing.
Appreciate it.
My name is Olga.
- Are you serious?
- Can you smile for me?
Hey, show me your hands, buddy.
Show me your hands!
Stay away!
Michelle?
Michelle.
What's going on out here?
I don't know
what I was thinking.
I should've just
called the police.
You were trying
to protect Colin.
- No.
- God forbid
- he did something to that woman.
- No.
He didn't have anything
to do with this.
How do you know that?
Because I know our son
is not capable
of hurting that woman.
I know him too, but he's
a human being, Michelle.
Just like you, just like me.
He's capable of anything.
Richard, he didn't do this.
Mrs. Henderson?
She won't answer, hon.
Knock all you want,
but she won't answer.
Who asked you, all right?
Mrs. Henderson,
are you in there?
My name is Joan Sunday.
I'm with the LAPD.
I just want to talk to you
about your son John.
Oh, shit.
Mrs. Henderson!
Stop running!
Slow down!
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Okay. Okay, I'm good.
I'm good. Oh, fuck.
You're coming back.
No need to run.
There's no need to run.
It's like a fucking
pizza oven in here.
All my senses are on fire
30 feet above the floor
Only want to get you higher
Higher than
we've been before
Love in motion
Love in motion
Yeah.
I understand that, Josh.
I'm asking if it can change.
Because it's fucking
clunky UX, Josh, okay?
Give me one sec.
No, fuck that.
I'm not doing this right now.
No, no, no.
We're putting it to bed.
Yeah. Monday. Bye.
Fucking A. Hi.
- It's, uh, Anne?
- Uh, yeah.
Is it, uh, it's Julian,
- yeah? Hi.
- Julian. Hi.
- Nice to meet you. Here we go.
- Nice to meet you.
Uh, what are you,
what are you drinking?
Yeah. Widow Jane Manhattan,
on the rocks.
Can we just have, uh,
two more? Oh.
- Please
- Wow.
Okay.
Chivalry.
It's like seeing a ghost.
- Not dead yet.
- Okay. Just bleeding out
in the street somewhere?
- Horribly wounded?
- There you go.
Um, I'm sorry if I-I
I interrupted you.
- You seemed busy.
- Oh, no. Fuck it.
Fuck it.
It's just so fucking annoying.
- Sure.
- Yeah.
What do you, what do you,
what do you do, Anne?
I launched a video dating app
last year.
- Kismetic? You know Kismetic?
- No.
Okay, uh, it combines
swipe technology
with a, with a social feed.
It doesn't fucking matter,
okay, man? Right?
I wrangle douchebags
for 90 hours a week
on fucking Xanax
and sheer fucking will.
It's not glam,
- let's put it that way.
- Okay. More
More like, uh, punk rock, huh?
Punk rock. Punk fucking rock.
Mm. But you know what? Fuck it.
No more work.
Blah, blah, fucking work.
Let's leave it in New York,
all right?
Okay, so, um
Okay, work is, uh,
work's in New York.
- Yeah.
- So-so, so what are we,
what are we doing here?
Tonight is my 20-year
high school reunion.
Do-do you, uh, do you usually go
to your high school reunions?
Hell no. Dude, do you?
No. No, high school was, uh,
it was definitely not my thing.
Me, neither.
So how come, how come
you're going to this one?
I got a coach/guru lady in
New York, and she told me to go.
Okay. I'm really glad that
I can, you know, be of service.
Is-is there, is there
someone specifically
that you'd like me to be?
- Of course.
- Okay.
You're gonna be
Dr. Patrick Cohen, okay?
You're a dermatologist
in New York City,
and we met on my app.
- Uh, okay.
- You can do it?
I think I I got it.
- I think. I can do it.
- Good.
Jesus Christ.
Mrs. Henderson.
Mrs. Henderson.
Mrs. Hen Oh, Jesus.
Mrs. Henderson, are you okay?
Oh, geez.
Oh, I'm sorry I scared you.
You're all right.
We'll get you inside.
Okay, that water's
cool enough, all right?
Get in nice and slow,
and I'll be, uh, right out here
when you're done.
Holy shit.
Wow.
Panish.
There's a way for you
to help Colin,
to clear his name.
- How?
- I'll set up an interview
with you and the detectives
on the Shannonhouse case.
You'll explain the photograph
and identify Julian Kaye.
You'll tell them
how he was obsessed with you,
how he saved the photo,
maybe even had it with him
at the motel.
You'll tell them
how he was violent.
And how when you heard
about the girl he killed,
your first thought was,
"It could've been me."
- Panish, uh
- Michelle,
I've kept your secret for years.
To protect you,
to protect Richard.
You need to do this
if we're going to save your son.
Colin fled the scene.
He could've called 911,
but he didn't.
I know you don't
want to do this,
but if the cops find Colin
before we do,
he'll be arrested for murder.
Text me the address.
Wait, just wait. Just wait.
Hold on.
Oh, my God.
Anne, are you okay?
No. I
I can't do this, actually.
I can't do this.
- Okay.
- What is this?
- What?
- What are we doing?
What am I-I
Anne, I can
I can leave. You don't
We don't have to do this.
I don't have to come
inside with you.
These people
these people
don't want to see me.
They don't want to see me.
- Trust me on that.
- Okay.
I don't want
to fucking see me, either.
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Okay? I just want to go.
Okay. It's okay.
Hey, yo, just give us
one second, okay?
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Okay, I don't, I don't,
I don't want to overstep here,
but I-I I don't think
you should do anything
that you don't want to do.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Hey. Hey, let's get
- Let's get the fuck out of here.
- Let's go.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Okay.
I owe you an apology.
It's my fault that John
went away for so long.
It is. I made a mistake.
You know, my mom lost a son.
And I'm really sorry that
I put you through all of that.
You know, I just came to ask you
how John was
before he got arrested.
What was he like?
I didn't see him much.
And why was that?
He hardly ever came home.
He was angry with me.
And why was that?
Because
because I sent him away.
Where?
To a school in Los Angeles.
A lady came and
took him in a fancy car.
She even paid me.
But
that's how much
potential he had.
Do you remember the name
of the woman?
- Olga.
- Olga.
And how old was John
when Olga took him away?
Oh, my God.
Fifteen.
He had to get out of here.
He had to get away from her.
Yes.
- Your turn.
- Nah.
What are you talking about?
Drink it. Drink it. Drink it.
Two more.
Ah
Here, do some of that.
This is what I'm talking about.
I fucking love this song.
Fuck yes.
What are you doing?
Come over here.
I don't care
if Monday's blue
Tuesday's gray
and Wednesday, too
Oh, Thursday,
I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love
Dance with me, man.
Monday, you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday,
break my heart
Oh, Thursday
doesn't even start
It's Friday, I'm in love
Saturday, wait
And Sunday always
comes too late
But Friday never hesitates
I don't care
if Monday's black
So, this is how it works?
This is how it works.
I can tell you
what I want to do,
and you'll do it?
You can ask.
Yeah, motherfuckin',
titty-suckin'
Oh, fuck.
Oh, my God. Oh, yeah.
Oh. Oh, give it to me.
I want you to fuck me.
Come here.
I want you to fuck me.
You're on the no-fly list
- No fly
-Shit.
Wow.
Don't cry, baby
Your flight is pulled
Come on. Do it. Fuck me.
These are the things
You can't control
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Harder. Harder.
Oh, man.
Oh, man. Oh, fuck.
Shit. Oh, fuck!
And I'm sleeping better
in a better land
I'm on the no-fly list
No fly
I'm on the no fly-list
On the ground
Hi.
Hey, it's me.
Is this a bad time?
No, no.
Uh, I'm up.
I stayed home.
I-I thought you might call.
I miss him, Rachel.
I mean, this is insane.
It's supposed to get easier.
It's been 15 fucking years.
He was your baby brother.
I think
grief's got a mind
of its own on this one.
Yeah.
I miss you too, Rachel.
I mean, I know I'm not supposed
to say stuff like that, but
Boundaries.
Boundaries, that's right.
And why do we have those, again?
I can't keep
holding on to this idea
that you're just gonna show up
at my door someday
and suddenly be the person
that I want you to be.
Well, maybe I want that, too.
Who you are
and who you want to be are
completely different things.
Well, people can change.
But can you?
I'm I'm sorry about Andrew.
And I know this
day must be so hard for you,
but I got to go, okay?
Yeah. Okay.
Fuck.
Hey. Any updates?
Updates?
Yeah, on when they're
gonna fix the televisions.
Oh, yeah, no.
Between you and me,
I wouldn't hold your breath.
My boss fucking sucks.
Well, thanks
for the honest opinion, um
- Paloma.
- Paloma.
- Mm-hmm.
- Beautiful.
- Thank you.
- My name's Joan.
- Hi, Joan.
- Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
So, what do you do
besides folding towels all day?
A lot of things.
I act, sing. Bartend.
Wow. Not all
at the same time, I hope.
What do you do, Joan?
I'm with the LAPD.
- Detective, homicide.
- Wow.
Okay.
Impressive.
Well, thank you very much.
I've been on the job
over 30 years, you know?
I'm in the middle of a case now
with some really dark shit
going on.
It's it's a Pandora's box
type situation.
- Do you have a partner?
- No.
I don't. The captain
tried it a couple times,
but you know what? I'm cranky,
I'm set in my ways
and I like to work alone.
No. I mean,
do you have a partner in life?
Oh.
Um, no, not at the moment.
I'm cranky, I'm set in my ways
and I like to work alone.
Me, too.
Hmm.
Do you want to maybe grab
a drink sometime after my shift?
Yes, I would.
I had to escape
The city was sticky
and cruel
Maybe I should have
called you first
But I was dying
to get to you
I was dreaming while I drove
the long, straight road ahead
Uh-huh, yeah
Could taste your sweet kisses,
your arms open wide
This fever for you
was just burning me up
Inside
Yeah
I drove all night
To get to you
Is that all right?
I drove all night
Jesus!
What the fuck, Anne?
Woke you from your sleep
To make love to you
Is that all right?
I drove all night
Fucking shit.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
I'm okay.
- Come here.
- What's going on, Anne?
Come here.
Oh, Jesus. Come on, stop
- Come on. Come here.
- Anne, just
Come here, come here, come here.
Touch me.
Touch me. Touch me.
- Ah, Jesus Anne, come here.
- Touch me.
- Come here, come here.
- What?
Why don't you just
why don't you talk to me, okay?
- Talk to you?
- Yeah.
- Yeah. What are you doing?
- Come here. Come here.
- What?
- Kiss me. Yeah, kiss me.
- Yeah, I'll kiss you. Okay.
- Kiss me.
- All right. Ow.
- Bite my lip.
Anne, can you just tell me
what's going on and talk to me?
Tell me what's going on.
I'm right here.
I don't want
to fucking pay for that.
I understand.
Who the fuck are you
to tell me what to do?
- Christ. Just be careful.
- I-I don't want to talk to you.
- All right?
- I want you to do
- what I want to do.
- I understand.
Which is, I want you to tell me
that I'm a piece of shit.
- Why would I say that to you?
- I want you to tell me
that I'm a horrible person.
Anne, talk to me. Just try.
What do you want me
to say to you?
Tell me anything.
You want me
to tell you anything?
- Yeah, tell me.
- How about, how about
I fucking killed a person?!
Hey.
- Shit.
- I'm still here, Anne.
Okay.
Okay.
No. Oh, shit.
I dated this guy.
Fuck.
I dated this guy in high school.
Tom.
Tom Caruso.
And one night I convinced him
to go to this college party
with me.
And we got blasted.
I drove us home.
I wr
I wrapped my piece-of-shit car
around a fucking tree.
Tom died.
After it happened, you know,
everything moved so fast.
My fucking parents,
they just got the best lawyers,
and everything
everything just
went on.
I was never punished.
I know how
my fucking life looks.
I know what it looks like,
but I don't feel it.
I'm not there.
I'm not, I'm not now, okay?
I'm then. I'm then.
And until someone
fucking makes me pay for it,
I am fucking stuck.
I cannot, I cannot escape.
I can't fucking escape.
Is that why you're here Anne?
Is that why you came
to that reunion,
t-to pay for it?
Maybe.
Well, I think maybe
maybe you didn't come
all this way to get punished.
You know, maybe
maybe you came
all this way to face it.
Not too many people do that.
Shit, you
you crossed a country
to face it. I
I-I don't think that's bad. I
I think it's brave.
Yeah, I think you're brave.
Michelle.
I'm here at the precinct.
I'm wondering where you are.
You'll explain the photograph
and identify Julian Kaye.
You'll tell them
how he was obsessed with you.
You'll tell them
how he was violent.
Can I ask you
something, Julian?
Sure. You can ask me
whatever you want.
What?
Huh?
What happened to you?
What do you mean?
Ah, come on.
You're a beautiful man,
but you are covered in tells.
You got scars, you got tattoos,
you got pretty words
for punishment.
Come on, just tell me.
See, my life,
it's not your problem, Anne.
You're paying me.
You know, I I'm here,
I'm here for you. I'll
To listen, you know, to-to
to help you and
to touch you if you want it.
Mostly, you pay me so I leave.
Can I pay you to be honest?
- Hmm.
- Hmm.
- I can do this.
- You can totally do this.
I can do this.
You can totally do this.
- All right. Here we go.
- Let's go.
Although
I got to, uh
I got to go this alone.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I don't want
these people thinking, uh,
that I ever loved
anybody after Tom.
'Cause
'cause I never have, so
But this is for tonight.
Thank you, and goodbye, Julian.
Goodbye, Anne.
Mm.
- I got this.
- You got it.
- Okay.
- Mm.
- She been here all night?
- Mm-hmm.
Um, this is for the, uh
for her dog.
Hi, this is Michelle.
Please leave a message.
You have an ETA
on your client, Mr. Panish?
Change of plan, fellas.
Unfortunately,
Mrs. Stratton can't make it,
but she's authorized me to
tell you everything she knows.
- Hi.
- Hi.
You okay?
Yeah.
Listen.
I'm gonna tell him.
Richard. I'm gonna
tell him everything.
Why would you do that?
I can get the best lawyers
and the best specialists
and-and experts,
detectives, whatever.
- I know you can.
- No. Then we can prove
- Prove?
- that you didn't do it.
I think now
you just got to forget me.
No.
You just got to forget about me.
Just do it.
How?
I think you should go now.
Don't go.
I'm gonna walk out.
You're gonna ask yourself
if I'm gonna look back,
but I promise you
I'm not gonna, okay?
No. I don't believe you.
I'm gonna