American Gigolo Page #5

Tell me everything about you.

Right now.

God. Why?

I don't know. It seems important.

We just made love, didn't we?

Yes.

Then you know everything

there is to know.

That's silly. Where are you from?

No. I'm not from anywhere.

I'm from this bed.

Anything worth knowing about me

you can learn from letting me

make love to you.

That's not true.

Why do you sleep with older women?

I prefer older women.

Why?

What's the use of bringing

some high schooler to climax?

Some silly teenager gets wet in the

movies and goes home to masturbate.

No challenge.

It has no meaning.

The other night,

that night I met you at the hotel,

I was with a woman.

Somebody's mother.

Her husband didn't care

about her any more.

This woman hadn't had an orgasm

in maybe 10 years.

It took me three hours to get her off.

For a while there, I didn't think

I was gonna be able to do it.

When it was over, I felt like I'd

done something, something worthwhile.

Who else would've taken the time

or cared enough to do it right?

My God.

These are not the handcuffs

your wife was wearing

when she was killed, Mr Rheiman.

Those we found in the study.

They were in a filing cabinet.

Along with some d*ldos,

some paddles and some...

You know what I'm talking about.

Listen, your private sex life

is of no concern to me or to the LAPD.

However, the manner

in which your wife was assaulted

suggests the killer was, may have

been, a guest in your home once.

I'll try to keep what you tell me

in the strictest confidence.

However, I'm gonna have to have

detailed information

about you and your wife's sex practices.

The names of the parties, if any,

that were involved. All right?

Sorry. Here you go. And this, too.

So I get the Salvation Army.

Thanks a lot.

Yep.

Mrs Stewart.

Hi, excuse me.

Does Mr Julian Kay live here?

I'm Detective Sunday.

I'm with the Homicide Bureau,

and I'd just like to ask him

a few questions.

What do you want?

You're Mr Kay?

Hello, I'm Detective Sunday.

How are you?

Come on.

Look, I'm walking into Westwood.

Do you wanna talk there?

- Sure.

- I'll pick that stuff up later, Jill.

I'm investigating the Rheiman murder

from the Los Angeles area.

You heard about the case?

Yeah, that's the one

that was in the paper, right?

Yeah.

- Palm Springs.

- Right again.

Yeah, I think I read

something about that.

Yeah, I bet you did.

- You want a cup of coffee?

- Sure.

Listen, we'll sit in the back.

And what were you doing

Tuesday night?

Tuesday.

- Or people.

- Tuesday night, I was...

I was with a friend at a pre-auction

viewing at Sotheby Parke Bernet.

She'll verify that?

We're talking about a woman

of substance here.

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