American Gigolo

I'm Isabelle.

I'm Olga's niece. She's the queen,

which makes me a princess.

Do you know I was in love with you-

when I was a little girl?

Come on!

Come on. Ha!

Yes! Finally.

Saw the sign about the room.

You can't be doing that business here in my building.

I don't do that anymore.

I have a son.

What's his name?

Colin.

Colin ran off with the teacher.

You're not sending that man after him.

Mr. McGregor is very discreet

- I know what he does. - No, you don't.

- You don't know what he does. - I know what he fucking does!

Your wife kidnapped my son.

If you know anything, just tell me,

- and I'll do whatever I can to protect them both.

I want to see Olga.

Go.

Olga.

Olga.

Joan Sunday,

LAPD. Is this the residence of Olga Desnain?

Olga is incapacitated.

What's your name?

Guy.

Johnny? Do you like cars?

Yeah.

Yes.

You say, "Yes, I like cars."

Yes, I like cars.

Do you like this car?

Hmm?

Yeah, sure.

I mean, yes.

Yes.

Burt, pull over. Please.

Do you know how to drive?

Uh, I'm 15.

That has nothing to do with my question.

Uh...

No, I-I've never.

But I-I could.

- You can. - Okay, I...

I mean, yeah... I mean, yes.

Burt, get out, please.

Yes, ma'am.

Drive me.

Uh... where?

Wherever I tell you to go.

But, for now, go straight, huh?

Okay.

Start the car.

Now drive.

Go.

Go faster.

Vas-y, plus vite.

Even faster, Johnny.

C'est ça.

Hey.

The other day was, uh...

...fucked-up.

Maybe you and me should talk.

You know, like, real talk.

Yeah.

It's so fucked-up that...

- I feel like I want to cry. - Mm.

But she was my fucking pimp.

No, I'm good.

What do you mean you're good?

Y-You're not gonna toast our dear departed?

No, as I said, I'm good.

What are we calling her now, anyway? Mentor?

Boss.

Adversary.

Bad bitch.

Warden.

Mama.

Lover.

Fuck you, Olga. Fuck you.

So, uh...

- I guess, condolences? - Yeah.

Yeah. Who'd want to kill Olga, Julian?

Same people who killed Janet Holmes?

- You're the detective, right? - Yeah.

Yeah, so why don't you tell me?

Okay. On my way over here,

I was thinking how the so-called queen-

gets taken out just a couple days-

after her best boy, you,

- gets out of jail. - Right.

That's a little cozy for my taste, Julian.

You think someone wanted revenge?

Some police work.

You know, when you ran out of that diner so quick-

- because you thought that Olga had hired Finnegan-

to kill Janet Holmes,

- remember that? And now Olga's dead.

I didn't do it, Detective.

Where were you the night she was killed?

I was walking.

- You were walking. - Yeah.

Where?

Just... around.

- Alone? - Yeah.

No one to corroborate?

Answer when I call you, day or night.

Don't make me chase you, okay?

What? Was I too mean the other night?

Is that why you won't come back to work?

'Cause I was mean?

Hey, Isabelle, can I ask you something?

Do you remember Lisa Beck?

Who?

Lisa Beck.

She was young. I...

...I brought her in.

Remember that thing happened to her?

You know, in the bathroom upstairs?

Hmm.

Yeah.

Jesus, hadn't thought about that for a long time.

Why?

For some reason I just...

...you know, I remembered her today.

For some reason.

Hmm.

You know, what I remembered-

for some reason today...

...my first job.

Guy named Hank.

250 pounds of smelly Russian.

Olga sent him back to one of the rooms,

and she asked me to meet him.

And at that point, I... I thought I was her daughter.

I thought I was special.

So I said, "No.

No way, I'm not doing this."

Then she hit me.

Come on.

Do you trust me?

- Yes. - Okay.

Mr. Kaye, come on in.

Mr. Banks, John Henderson.

Class of '95.

I remember you well. Sit.

How have you been?

You know, sir, ups and downs.

Yeah? Please,

I'm all ears.

Sir, I came here today to talk to you about Lisa Beck.

She took her own life-

while she was a student here.

I remember.

It was a tragedy.

It is those tragedies that keep me up at night,

not the success stories,

the tragedies.

What, is it too much?

Mr. Banks, can you give me any information-

- on her? Anything at all?

Who are these people?

Friends. They're my friends.

- You okay? - Yeah.

All right, let's have some fun.

- Nothing yet? - No.

If I'd heard anything, I would have let you know.

He'll be back. Don't worry.

You're a bit casual about our son-

being kidnapped by a pedophile.

Oh, Michelle,

- he wasn't kidnapped. He ran away.

He'll be back.

He's in love with her.

That colors everything a new shade.

What if he doesn't come back?

They will find him and bring him home,