All language subtitles for American Gigolo. S01E07

Richard, we have
to call the police.

Absolutely not.

There's a dead woman
in a motel room,

and your son was the last person
she was with.

Colin's in a lot of trouble.

And now he's missing.

Why are you telling me this?

He's your son, John.

I need your help.

We need more time.

No one has three million
in cash just lying around.

You have 24 hours.

I can still fix this.

Just give me another chance.

No.

No more fucking chances.
I'm paying it.

You go and get my son.

Eyewitness puts him
at the scene.

He's getting picked up
for the Shannonhouse murder.

I have proof

that Julian is innocent.

I want to know
about the murder in room 206.

Your eyewitness testimony
is bullshit.

He recanted. That means
that you get to go home.

Yeah?

You got to have something
for me, Julian.

Day Olga was killed,

that Lisa Beck file,
it showed up in my car.

I think Olga wanted me
to see that file.

Well, what's the connection
between Lisa Beck and Olga?

I introduced them.

Lisa Beck killed herself.

She killed herself
in this house,

and you were there.

- Julian told me.
- Oh, yeah, Lisa Beck,

Julian's little girlfriend.

I was only nine years old
when she died.

What was your relationship like

with Julian before he went away?

Close.

So how did Michelle Stratton
fit in?

Michelle Stratton?

Julian wanted
to leave the business for her.

And what'd you think about that?

It's not goodbye.
I'm gonna be around.

I hope she loves you
as much as I do.

I want to know why
you're talking to the cops.

I'm not.

Someone has been telling them
about Lisa Beck.

And now they're following me
and asking me about Lisa Beck.

- So what the fuck?
- Look, the day she died,

Olga had that manservant
of hers put that in my car.

I saw him do it.
So, for some reason,

Olga wanted me to see it, so...

Olga had dementia
when you saw her.

She thought the whole world
was coming out to get her.

She tried to take me down.

She was saying a lot of shit
about you.

Oh, yeah? You know
the last thing she said to me

before I got locked up?

She looked me in the eye
and she told me,

if I ever wanted to come home,
that I could.

That was a long time ago.

And you know what else was
a long time ago? Lisa Beck.

And it was terrible.

It was sad,
and it fucked us both up.

But it's in the past.

Well, for some reason, Olga,

she wanted me to see that file.

Dementia. She could have
left you a pair of panties.

You got an old file. So what?

Julian, I-I can't imagine
what you've been through.

But I know that you need
to put all this shit behind you.

- I need to put it behind me?
- It's over, man.

- It's over.
- It's done.

I got set up, Isabelle.

15 years of my life.

Somebody's still trying
to set me up.

I just got out of jail.
It's not over.

That's what we should be
worrying about, together.

Me, you, Lorenzo.

Man, we're your home.
Come home.

What? You want me to come back?
Come-come work for you again?

Huh? Is that what you want?

Well, maybe that would bring
a little joy into your life.

It's not who I am, Isabelle.

I don't think
it's who I ever was.

You're not my home.

You know who you're talking to
right now?

You think
you're better than me?

You think
you're better than Lorenzo?

What are we to you?
A couple hustlers?

Fuck you.

You're the same.
You're the same.

You know why I came here?

I came here to tell you

you're not alone.

That cop,
you think she's your friend?

She's not your friend.

We're the only ones
who have your back.

You should
fucking remember that.

And just stop talking
to the cops.

It's fucking up my jam.

"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

Michelle,
if anything happens to my son...

- How about our son?
- You know what?

Just let Panish do
his fucking job.

He's our best chance
of getting Colin back.

What makes you think
that you can trust him?

I don't trust him,
and I don't fucking trust you!

Fuck you, Richard.

He set John up for murder.

He was trying to protect us.

He was trying to protect you,

clean up your fucking mess!

Have you been with him?

No. I-I don't mean then.

Now.

Since he got out of prison?

He's your son, John.

No.

No? No?

Is it for me?

Uh-uh.

This is your watch.

Can you see?

I'm going to make one?

Yup.

Fuck.

Hey, Ernie. It's Sunday.

Yeah, can you do me a favor?
Run a check

in, like, the local areas,
uh, El Monte,

uh, for a Lisa Beck?

Pre-'97.

Sure. Any other info?

Yeah, I got a address for you.
232 Malburn.

I'm on it.

What's up, Kat?
Thanks, Ernie.

You have a visitor
at the front desk.

- Who?
- Paloma Aguilar?

Ah, fuck.

What are you doing here?

We had a date.

- Didn't you get my text?
- No.

- No?
- No.

Fuck. I forgot to hit "send."

- Mm. Mm.
- So, listen.

I'm sorry that I flaked out
about tonight.

It's not really like me.

I'm just really overwhelmed
with this case.

Is that what all this is about?

Oh, yeah.
Well, as a matter of fact,

I can't talk about that.

- Why not?
- Well, it's an open case.

Privacy, confidentiality,
all that.

- There it is.
- There's what?

Nobody likes it when you say,
"I can't talk about it."

And I've had to say it to pretty
much everybody in my life.

Damn. How many people
do you have in your life

you've had to say that to?

Right now? No one.

But I did just see the look
on your face.

- There was no look.
- Yeah.

People who use the look
the first time don't think

they did the look,
but you totally did the look.

Feels to me like you're using
evidence from old cases

to solve our case before
you even have all the facts.

Really?
I got some facts for you.

I'm 60 years old.

I've been a cop for 37 years.

My father was a cop
and also an alcoholic.

My brother was a junkie.
They're both dead.

My mom left
when we were little kids.

Left me with two addicts,

alone, by myself,
with no one to depend on.

Why are you telling me
all of this?

I've got baggage.

Well, people lose their baggage
all the time.

I got to take that.

Okay.

Well, you have my number, so
just call me whenever you can.

Okay.

Ernie? Yeah, what do you got?

Hi, Julian.

Hey, pretty lady.

Will you play with me?

What is this?

I don't know.

What did you step in?

I don't know.

This is everywhere!

What the hell?!

Oh, my God!

Olga's gonna kill you, you know.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Oh. Oh, no.

Is he mine?

Is Colin my son?

So, I...

I put him through school.

I taught him how to ride a bike,

picked him up when he crashed.

I got up in the night with him
when he was a baby and crying,

changed his diaper.

What now? What am I now?

The sperm donor wants
to be his father? Is that it?

No.

I n... never understood that.

You started wearing that
when you were pregnant.

We all have our roles to play.

You should've told me.

Maybe I should have.

I just...

wanted something...

better for him.

- Better for me.
- Hmm.

So, were you always pretending?

I mean, with me?

Yeah. One question.

How much?

- What?
- How much of my money

did you spend
fucking your escort?

I didn't pay him.

No, it wasn't about that. Uh...

But even if I had,

it wouldn't have been
your money.

- It was our money.
- Oh, really?

And what did you do
to earn our money, Michelle?

Sweat equity.

- Hmm.
- You know,

at least John was honest.

That's more
than you and I can say.

Oh, please. Fucking please.

Spare me the fucking

"hooker with a heart of gold"
bullshit.

Your boyfriend's a prostitute,

makes a living with his dick.

You're in love
with a prostitute.

I didn't say that.

What-what are you saying?
What the fuck?!

You know what I think?

I think you may have wanted
to believe

that your little fantasy
was real,

but I think you liked the fact
that it isn't. Mm.

I think you liked the fact,

knowing that you can get out
any time you want.

Because you deny it,
deny it all you want.

You like this house,

you like those clothes,
you like this fucking life.

Ask me what it takes
to survive this life.

You could have gotten out
any time you wanted,

and you know it.

I stayed for my son!

So stop acting
like you're so fucking hurt.

I was never more
than a prop to you,

just like your watches.

Oh, no. Wait, wait.
I take that back.

I take that back.

You love
your little fucking watches

much more
than you ever loved me.

You're just mad

because your prize whore
fucked somebody else.

You there?

I've got it.

For the trade.

Took a minute to get it
together, but I've got it all.

Good.

Where am I going?

You got something on your mind?

Are you okay?

Huh?

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, good.

What are you doing?

You want some French fries
for that hot sauce?

Damn, girl.

Thank you.
It's like you murdering

a perfectly fine piece
of food there.

Mm-hmm. But, see,
I see what you're doing.

Yeah, what am I doing?

You got stuff on your mind
you're not dealing with,

so you make me laugh.

Well, maybe I just like
seeing you smile.

- Doing it again.
- Mm.

Mm-hmm.

Just so you know,
when you're dealing with stuff,

it's so much easier
to go through it

by talking about it.

I'll, uh,
I'll keep that in mind.

Just know I see you.

What-what-what do you see, girl?

- I'm not sure, but I see you.
- Huh?

- Come on.
- Look,

you just got to get adjusted
to a post-prison mentality.

Post-prison mentality, huh?

- Post.
- Yeah.

Think you can help me with that?

Well, I'd be trying
to stay out of there.

- So, yeah.
- Is that right?

- Is that right?
- Hey, J.

It's my favorite person. Not.

- See you later.
- I'll see you.

What's up, man?

Man, I leave you messages,
you don't return my calls?

What are you doing here, Ren?

I said
you didn't return my calls,

so I'm sitting here in my truck

outside your house
like some crazy bitch.

Well, man, I didn't return your
call because I was locked up.

- What happened, man?
- Don't worry about it, okay?

You mean,
don't worry about it? J...

You heard what I said, man.
Don't worry about it.

J, don't you... You better turn
your narrow ass around.

What? "Don't worry about it"
and walk away from me.

- Hey, come on, man.
- Huh?

All I've ever done is worry
about you.

I worried about you for 15 years
while you went away.

So don't tell me not
to fucking worry about you.

I worry about you all the time.

You're my brother,
and I love you,

but don't you... don't you

ever disrespect me again

by telling me,
"Don't worry about it."

Now you talk to me right now.

Okay.

Man... I guess
some woman got killed

in a motel room in the Valley.

She was having an affair
with a 15-year-old boy.

That boy happened
to be there at that time.

The boy's my kid.

You got a kid?

With who?

Michelle.

Do you think
that your kid is the one

that murdered that woman?

Uh, man, I don't know, man.

I never even...

I-I haven't met him.
Just found out.

Wow.

I just know now he's in trouble.

What kind of trouble?

People are looking for him.
He's hiding out in the Valley.

So Michelle, she...
you know, she asked me

to go out there
to try to track him down.

So I go.
I'm pounding the pavement,

I'm knocking on doors,
and then I see...

I see some man

grab a boy out of a hotel room,

shove him in the back of a car.

Did you get a good look
at his face?

Did you get his plates?

He was, was in an old,

red BMW is all I got.

He was old.
He had a tattoo on his hand,

so I noticed that.

That's all I got, man.

I'm sorry, man.

This is fucked-up.

Yeah, man, it's fucked-up.

I still can't believe
you have a kid.

That makes two of us.

Hey, Ernie.

Hey, I did a deeper dive
on Lisa Beck, like you asked.

- And what'd you get?
- Check this out.

- Hello.
- Yeah, Julian, it's Sunday.

Why don't you get down here
right away?

There's something I need you
to see for yourself.

I have a son.

He's your son, John.

When did you know?

You don't remember
that night, do you?

In Big Bear when we pretended
we didn't know each other?

So what do...
what do you do for a living?

- I'm a scientist.
- A scientist?

A... a rocket scientist?

- Wow.
- Yeah.

That's impressive.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Cheers to that.

- I have a motel room.
- A motel room?

- Across the street.
- Holy shit.

Yeah.

Do I judge you?

Do I fucking judge you?

Answer the question.
Do I judge you?

I-I think
it's a little bit different.

Why-why is it not about money?
I get paid in cash.

You get paid
in fucking horses

and-and fucking handbags

and fucking bullshit,
and I never judge you!

I never judge you!

Thank you.

- Hey, Julian.
- Detective.

Come on in.
Got something to show you.

What do you got?

Take a look at that.

Read the caption.

Uh, "Sisters Lisa
and Janet Beck,

six and eight,
Junior Queens for a day."

Right. The one on the right,

the older one, changed her name.

To Holmes. It's Janet Holmes.

Holy shit.

So Lisa and Janet, they...

They're sisters.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Listen, ever since
Finnegan confessed, I've been

digging deeper
into Janet Holmes,

something I...

should have done
the first time around.

I had her phone records pulled

a month before she died,

and the week before she died,

she was making
some pretty interesting calls.

The ones with blue checks
are the ones I knew.

Uh, famous people,
heavy hitters.

There's a congressman.

There's a guy who owns
a newspaper and a cable company.

There's somebody
who played for the Lakers.

The ones we don't know,

we'd like you to help us out.

Uh, I know these people.
I mean, some of these...

Some of these people...
They worked for Olga,

some... some were clients.

Really?

So, Janet Holmes, she...

she got a little sister Lisa.

She kills herself
at Olga's house.

And then Janet,
she calls Olga's staff,

her clients, and then,
all of a sudden, she...

She ends up dead.

And you were covered
in her blood.

Gail St. John.

Detective, I know this woman.

She was my client,
Gail St. John.

Well, maybe
we should pay her a visit.

Uh, look, I haven't seen Gail
in 15 years, Detective.

I can't...
I can't show up with you.

Not with a homicide detective.

Let me go alone.

Look, I'm the one that brought
Lisa into this mess, okay?

This is all on me.

Please just let me do this.

Well, what if I told you

I have something really special
for you?

Twins. Identical.

Hey, don't catch any clients
in the background.

Aha.

A man of vision.

Double vision.

- Hey.
- You're late.

Yeah, with good reason.

Hmm?

I just saw Julian.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

He's in a dark place.

Dark shit happens.

You know that disaffected thing
that you're doing right now?

You know I don't buy
that bullshit, right?

He's so stubborn.

Can you blame him with all
the shit he's been through?

No.

And I want to help him.

He's just got to remember who
the fuck he is and come home.

You know one good thing
that Olga taught us?

Look out for each other
'cause we're all we've got.

How are we supposed
to look out for him

when he's out there, doing what?

Working in some greasy diner?

The man used
to get two manicures a week.

Well, he's not that guy anymore.

Well, I don't know
if I like the new guy.

He's looking at us like
we've got some fucking plague,

when he grew up here, too,
right beside us.

Fuck that.

Hey, cut the dude some slack,
okay?

He just got out and now he's
thrown back in jail for a night

because the fucking Strattons

are pulling some
rich people bullshit on him.

He should run
as far from this bitch

as he can and never look back.

Well, that is gonna be
very hard to do right now.

Why?

'Cause he has a son... with her.

So what?

He's been in jail for 15 years.
The kid's a stranger.

No. No, that's not
how Julian sees it.

His boy is in trouble
and missing.

Julian was out looking for him
when he saw some guy snatch him.

Snatched? By who?

Doesn't know.

He, uh, just caught a tattoo
on the guy's hand.

Said he was driving
some old, red BMW.

Can you keep an eye
on this camera?

And book the twins
for an overnight Saturday.

- Yes, ma'am.
- I got to do something.

Spike Lee, come on now.

You know better.
Just stop...

Isabelle, oh, my God.

- What did you step in?
- I don't know.

Help, help, somebody call 911!

Help!

Hey, come on, kid.

Have a seat right here.

Yeah. I'm gonna
take your shoes, okay?

Hey, it's me.

You have something I want.

Where are you?

Hey, Don.

- Yeah.
- We get a hit on that BOLO

- for Panish?
- Nothing yet.

Shit.

Yeah, we got units sitting
on his house and, uh, office.

- We'll get him.
- Right, right.

- Hmm. Janet Holmes, huh?
- Oh, yeah.

- All right.
- All right.

Tina Williams.

She was a witness
you interviewed in '06.

Remember anything about that?

No. Sorry.

But think of anything...

All right. Thanks.

Mr. Panish,
this is Detective Lopez, LAPD.

You need to come in ASAP
and confirm a few details

in your statement
on the Costello Motel case.

Please call us back.
It's urgent.

Fuck.

- Hi. Are you Tina Williams?
- Hi.

-I am.
Hi.

Detective Sunday.
I called earlier.

- Nice to meet you. Yes. Yes.
- Nice to meet you.

Wow.

Some amazing homes
you have for sale there.

Yes, yes. Are you in the market?

- I am.
- Oh, good.

But I'm afraid these are all
above my pay grade.

Well, how can I help you today?

Actually,
I'm here to speak to you

about the murder on Grandview.

Jesus.

That was, what, 15 years ago?

It was 16, actually.

Okay, please, yes.
Come have a seat.

Okay.

You know, I was reading my file,

and it said that you were having
an open house

and you noticed some men
in a car?

The open house was the next day,
and we were staging the house.

That's when we bring in
furniture and art and...

Yeah, I know what staging is.

Do you always do it at night?

Well, the trucks were late,

and that's why I'd gone outside,
to wait for them.

So what was it
about the men in the car

that made you notice them?

One of the guys was smoking.

And he kept flicking
his cigarette butts

onto the walkway.

Nothing brings down
property values on a house more

than cigarettes butts
all over the lawn.

So you went out
and spoke to him?

Only briefly, yes.

I asked him to remove the butts,

and he did, and then
he got back into his car.

Do you remember
what he looked like at all?

Not really.

White. It's been a long time.

How about tall, short, anything?

Uh, somewhere in the middle.

Yeah.

What about how he was dressed?

Did he dress up?
Did he dress down?

Up. He was wearing
a fancy suit... with a cravat.

A cravat?

- Yeah, like an ascot.
- Yeah.

I know what a cravat is.

That's a pretty specific
recollection, though.

Well, the only reason
I remember is because

he had this really weird tattoo
on his hand,

and it did not match
the expensive suit.

What kind of tattoo?

Um, like a large bird or

something with wings?

Yeah, and like I said,
it didn't match the suit.

Got it.

Don't make a sound.

Have you called my father?

Now, which father
we talking about here, kid?

Do you know him?

My real dad, do you know him?

You talk too much.

Julian.

What are you doing here?

It's great to see you.

- Please sit down.
- It's okay?

Yes.

You haven't changed
at all, Gail.

Julian Kaye, silver tongue.

I'm just telling the truth,
that's all, Gail.

I really missed you, Gail.

I missed you, too.

How's Dave?

He passed
about four years ago this July.

I'm so sorry.

It was Parkinson's.
It wasn't pretty.

I imagine that was really hard
to go through.

It was.

- How are you?
- Eh.

You know, I, um...

Gail, I need your, uh,
I need your help.

That woman
that I got accused of hurting...

Janet Holmes.

I know she called you.

It was 15 years ago, Julian.

I understand.

If you could just try to think
about what she said to you,

what she wanted.

Please, Gail. Anything.

Anything at all.

Okay. It was about Olga.

- Olga?
- About Olga's operation,

her... her clients,

her staff.

And I had nothing bad
to say about Olga

because she brought you to me.

But Janet told me

about how her little sister came
into the operation.

15 years old,

and she killed herself.

And Olga covered it up.

And there were others.

She wanted me
to go on the record

about Olga, about you, about me,

or about anything I knew
about anybody in the operation.

She said everybody was to blame.

I heard you were in love.

- When that woman...
- Oh.

- ...breaks your heart...
- Mm-hmm.

...you come back home.

New client.
Janet Holmes, eight o'clock.

You take care of her
for me tonight,

I'll get you what you need.

Come on,
is the queen okay with this?

Yeah, she's fine.

I mean, young chick just wants
to fuck, right?

Do you want
to get a drink or...?

No. I think
we should just go upstairs.

You coming?

Yeah, I'm coming.

How old were you
when you met Olga?

I'm sorry?

What'd you... what'd you ask me?

How old were you

when you met Olga?

Uh... 15, 15 years, 15?

She used to talk about you.

Olga used to talk about me?

No. Not Olga.

Hey, Janet?

- Hey.
- I just...

Julian.

- Hey, Julian.
- Janet?

Julian. Julian.

Julian.

Hey.

In 200 feet, turn right.

In a quarter mile, stay right.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Is there a problem, Officer?

Are you Eduard Panish?

Uh...

Was I speeding?

Step out of the car, sir.

Well... did I do
something wrong?

Step out of the car now!

Okay.

Turn. Face the vehicle,
hands behind your head.

I don't understand
what's going on.

Hands behind your head!

What's in the bag, sir?

Hey, Ren, did you know?

- What?
- Did you know she was gonna get

killed when I went
to that house?

- What?
- Did you fucking know that?

Answer the question,
motherfucker.

Whoa, what? Wait, wait, wait.

- Man...
- It was my last job.

A job you gave me the slip for.

You did that, Ren.
You did it.

I gave you the slip,
Olga gave you the job.

Know who she was?
Janet Holmes?

Did you know
she was Lisa Beck's sister?

She was looking into Olga.
She got fucking killed for it.

I got framed, Ren, 15 years.

Fifteen years
of my fucking life.

Then I get out,
Olga gets killed?

Did you do that, too?

- Wow.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, wow.

- Wow...
- No. Wow. The fact

that you would even say
some shit like that to me.

You and Isabelle, y'all stay
the fuck away from me, man.

- Stay the fuck away from me!
- Yeah, all right.

You know what?
You're on your own.

Always have been.

Did you get my text?

About Janet Holmes?

Yeah, but it's not about that.

We just arrested a guy
named Eduard Panish.

Does that name mean anything
to you?

- No. Should it?
- Well,

he's the one who tried to frame
you for the Shannonhouse murder.

Well, I don't even know
who that is.

Why would he do that?

He's Richard Stratton's lawyer.

We caught him
trying to leave town

with $3 million dollars in cash.

I think it might have been
for a ransom.

Does he know where Colin is?

I intend to find out.

Think they'll believe us?

Yeah. You sure
you don't want to stay here?

I love you.

I love you, too.

If he hurts her,

- I'll kill him.
- No. Don't say that.

I will fucking

kill him.

Did you love me?

In the beginning, I mean.

Well, I always thought

that I could love you.

That's fair.

I always thought
Colin would bring us closer.

I can't pick up the watch hands.

They're too small.

Here.

Show you a little trick.

Your dad's a magician.

You cheated.

You said the rules were
that I could only

touch the watch hands
with the tools.

Okay, well, guess what.

Sometimes...

you have to break the rules.

Go on.

There you go.

Maybe he did

for a while.

He was... he was
such a perfect little boy.

We'll get him back.

We'll get him back.

Look, I never intended for you
to be a prisoner in this life.

And I know I...

haven't been
a very good husband.

And I know that.

And I wanted...

Look, you're right. I love...

I love these watches.

Each one of 'em.

But I tell you, I would, uh...

I'd get rid of the lot
and not look back

if you thought,
if you said, if...

...if you thought we had a shot.

So...

Mr. Stratton,
you have a visitor.

He claims to know something
about your son.

Oh, geez.

Dumbass.

Damn. You were right.

He looks just like him.

Shh.