American Gigolo Page #3

All right. All right.

Thanks, hon.

Just trying to warn you, that's all.

I mean, that b*tch will sell you out.

But you really care about me, don't you?

Don't you, Leon?

You care.

You know,

you walk an awful thin line, Julie.

I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes.

I mean, you're getting awful cocky.

All the rest of the boys are happy

with a car, house in the hills,

but not you.

You got all your rich p*ssy lined up,

once-a-month tricks,

a dip in the pool, a little tennis,

and orgasm.

I'm just trying to warn you as a friend.

If those b*tches ever turn on you,

you're through.

You're sure about that?

They'll cut you out.

Yeah?

Says she's a friend?

Where does she know me from?

Yeah, send her up.

I'm Michelle.

- How did you find me?

- It wasn't hard.

Are you surprised?

What do you want?

I would have thought that you'd live

in a place with thick red carpet,

big circular bed

and mirrors on the ceiling.

Bordello.

This is my apartment.

Women don't come here.

- You're going out?

- Yeah.

Business?

Maybe.

Isn't it a little late?

Isn't it a little late for you?

My husband's still in New York.

I'm alone.

I thought it would be easier.

What did you say?

I said, "I thought it would be easier."

What would be?

To be with you, to procure you.

I told you, you're mistaken.

Why are you doing this to me?

What am I doing?

Embarrassing me.

I'm not embarrassing you.

I can't keep up

this front much longer.

I came here.

I found out who you were,

where you live.

I came here in the middle of the night.

I want to know what

it would be like to f*** you.

I brought money.

What more can I do? I...

I...

I like...

I don't want to know.

Don't say that.

You got me aroused

just thinking about it.

I'm lying here with a hard-on,

it's not even 10:00 yet.

Don't tease me.

Come on, baby, you're just teasing me.

I'll have to hang up

and jerk off right now.

I am.

Yes, I'm touching myself.

You like that, don't you?

Come on, baby. Don't say that.

We're lying here getting aroused,

talking about having more pleasure

than you've had in years,

you got to bring up

some stupid little $1,200 stereo?

How much does your husband make?

What's he worth? What's he worth?

A couple of million?

Of course I could do without it.

I can listen to the radio.

The speaker's cracked.

Lisa. Lisa, listen to yourself.

Just listen to yourself.

Do you hear what you're saying?

Can you hold on a second?

Someone's at the door.

Good morning.

What do you want for breakfast?

Coffee, orange juice, croissant, eggs?

Julian Kay.

Yeah, I want two coffees,

orange juice, croissant...

No eggs.

...one scrambled egg

and a side of cottage cheese.

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