All language subtitles for 01 Basic Instinct Unrated Directors Cut - Crime 1992 English

01 Basic Instinct Unrated Directors Cut - Crime 1992 English

[SOOTHING MUSIC PLAYING]

[EROTIC MOANING]

[MOANING INTENSIFIES]

[MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

[SCREAMING]

Oh, God. Oh.

[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]

[INDISTINCT TALKING]

- [COP] How are you doing, Nick?
- [NICK] Hi.

[COP] Morning, detective.

You got to get back, folks.

- [COP] Howdy.
- [MAN] Morning.

Up there.

[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]

- [PETE] How's it going, guys?
- [GUS] Morning, Pete.

Who was this fuckin' guy?

Rock and roll, Gus. Johnny Boz.

- I never heard of him.
- Before your time, cowboy.

- Hey, Ronnie. Where are they hiding?
- [RONNIE] Upstairs, to the right.

Mid-sixties. He had five or six hits.
He's got a club down in the Fillmore now.

Not now he don't.

- [WALKER] Do we have a time of death.
- [CORONER] Almost.

- [WALKER] You guys know Captain Talcott?
- Sure.

- What's the Chief's office doin' here.
- [TALCOTT] Observing.

What's it say, doc?

[CORONER] Ninety-two
degrees. It's about six hours.

Put's time of death around,
uh, 2 am plus or minus.

[HARRIGAN] Can somebody
close the drapes over there?

- [MAN] Geez, what a mess.
- Maid came in about an hour ago.

Found the body. She's not a live-in.

Maybe the maid did it.

She's 54 years old and weighs 240 pounds.

No bruises on the body.

- It ain't the maid.
- [WALKER] Never know.

[LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

Sorry.

[WALKER] He left the club with
his girlfriend about midnight.

That's the last time anybody saw him.

- What was it?
- Ice pick.

Left it on the coffee
table in the living room.

[WHISTLES]

There's come stains all over the sheets.

Very impressive.

He got off before he got offed.

[TALCOTT] Gentlemen, this is sensitive.

Mr. Boz was a major contributor
to the mayor's campaign.

He was Chairman of the Board
of the Palace of Fine Arts...

I thought you said he
was a rock and roll star.

He was a retired rock and roll star.

[TALCOTT] A civic-minded, very
respectable rock and roll star.

What's that over there?

It looks like some civic-minded,
very respectable cocaine.

[SNIGGERS]

Listen to me, Curran. I'm
gonna get a lot of heat on this.

I don't want any mistakes.

What's Boz's girlfriend's name?

Catherine Tramell, 162 Divisadero.

[INDISTINCT TALKING]

Always a pleasure, Captain.

He's up bright and early.

He doesn't usually punch
in till after his 18 holes.

Johnny and the mayor
must have been very tight.

- [WALKER] Hey.
- Yo.

Keep your three o'clock.

Do you want me to work the case, Phil...

- [WALKER] I said keep it.
- [NICK] All right.

I'll keep it.

[HORN BLOWING]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Morning. I'm Detective
Curran, this is Detective Moran.

San Francisco Police Department.

We'd like to speak to a Ms.
Catherine Tramell, please.

[MAID] Come in.

Sit, please. Just a moment.

Ain't that cute? They got
his and hers Picasso's.

Gus, I didn't even know
you knew who Picasso was.

Sure I do. It says right here.

- Hers is bigger.
- [SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

[NICK] Sorry to bother you.

Just got a couple of questions to ask.

- [WOMAN] Are you vice?
- [NICK] No, we're homicide.

What do you want?

When was the last time you saw John Boz?

Is he dead?

Why do you think he's dead?

Well, you wouldn't be
here otherwise, would you?

Were you with him last night?

You're looking for Catherine, not me.

Who are you?

I'm Roxy.

I'm her friend.

Well, Roxy, do you
know where your friend is?

She's out at the beach house
at Stinson. Sea drift. 1402.

Thanks.

You're wasting your time.

Catherine didn't kill him.

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

Gus...

Ms. Tramell?

Good afternoon. I'm Detective
Curran, this is Detective Moran.

- We're with the San Francisco Police...
- [CATHERINE] I know who you are.

So how did he die?

He was murdered.

Obviously.

- [CATHERINE] How was he murdered?
- With an ice pick.

How long were you dating him?

I wasn't dating him. I was fucking him.

What are you? A pro?

No. I'm an amateur.

How long were you having sex with him?

About a year and a half.

- Were you with him last night?
- [CATHERINE] Yes.

Did you leave the club with him?

- Yes.
- [NICK] Did you go home with him?

No. We had a drink at
the club. We left together.

He went home and I came out here.

Was there anyone with you last night?

No. I wasn't in the mood last night.

Let me ask you something, Ms. Tramell?

Are you sorry he's dead?

Yeah. I liked fucking him.

Look, I don't really feel
like talking any more.

Listen, lady, we can do
this downtown if you want.

So read me my rights and arrest
me, and then I'll go downtown.

Otherwise, get the fuck out of here.

Please?

Nice girl.

[INDISTINCT TALKING IN THE DISTANCE]

I'm sorry, Beth. I got
hung up in Stinson.

[BETH] How are you, Nick?

I'm fine.

Oh, come on, Beth. You know I'm fine.

How long we gotta keep doing this?

As long as Internal Affairs wants
you to, I suppose. Have a seat.

It's bullshit, okay. You know it is.

I know it is, but sit down anyway
so we can get it over with, okay?

So, how are things?

Things are fine. I told you,
all right. Things are fine.

How is your personal life?

My sex life is fine.

My sex life is actually pretty
shitty since I stopped seeing you.

Started developing calluses.

Sorry.

How's the booze?

Haven't had a drink in three months.

- What about the coke?
- [NICK] No.

No?

No. No, I'm working my
ass off, I'm off the sauce.

I even stopped smoking.

How's not smoking?

It sucks.

Now, will you tell IA I'm just your
average healthy, totally fucked up cop,

and let me outta here?

Please?

Yes.

Thank you.

I still miss you, Nick.

[DOOR CLICKS SHUT]

- [COP] Hey, how you doing, Nick?
- Hi.

Talcott's in there. They're
waiting. How'd it go?

She misses me.

Boy, when that girl mates, it's for life.

All right. Let's start. Harrigan.

[HARRIGAN CLEARS THROAT] Well, we got
31 stab wounds, neck and the chest.

No usable prints, no
forcible entry, nothing missing.

No prints on the ice pick either.
You can pick it up at any K-mart.

[ANDREWS] The scarf was
Hermes. It's expensive.

They sell about 20,000 a year, worldwide.

The powder was cocaine,
high-quality, high-content.

He inhaled it; there were minute
quantities on his lips and penis.

Mr. Boz leaves five million
dollars, no direct survivors,

no criminal record.

Liked his drugs, he liked his girls,

- he liked his rock and roll.
- He liked the mayor, too, right?

What about his girlfriend?

Is she relevant here? Is she a suspect?

- [WALKER] She's a suspect.
- On what basis?

Girlfriend: Catherine Tramell.
Age 30. No priors, no convictions.

Magnum cum laude at Berkeley, 1983.

Double major. Literature and Psychology.

Daughter, sole survivor,
Marvin and Elaine Tramell,

killed in a boating accident,
1978, Catherine Tramell sole heir.

Estimated assets $110 million.

You're shitting me.

[WALKER] Formerly engaged to
Manual Vasquez, deceased...

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Manny Vasquez?

Manny Vasquez, former
middleweight contender,

killed in the ring Atlantic City, 1984.

I love it. She's got a
hundred million bucks.

She fucks fighters
and rock and roll stars.

And she's got a degree in
screwing with peoples' heads.

You forgot about her degree
in literature. She's a writer.

She published a novel
last year under a pen name.

Wanna know what it's about?

[UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING]

It's about a retired rock and roll star
who gets murdered by his girlfriend.

Page 67, cowboy.

You know how she does the boyfriend?

With an ice pick...

in bed...

his hands tied with a white silk scarf.

Dr. Garner?

I've asked Dr. Lamott to consult
with us. This isn't really my turf.

Dr. Lamott teaches the pathology
of psychopathic behaviour at Stanford

and is also a member

of the Justice Department's
Psychological Profile team.

Dr. Lamott?

[LAMOTT] I see two possibilities.

One. The person who wrote
this book is your murderer

and acted out the killing
described in ritualistic, literal detail.

Two. Someone who wants to harm the writer

read the book and enacted the
killing described to incriminate her.

What if the writer did it?
Then what are we dealing with?

You're dealing with a
devious, diabolical mind.

You see, this book had to have
been written at least six months,

maybe even years,
before it was published.

Which means that the writer had
to have at least planned the crime,

in the subconscious, back then.

Now, the fact that she carried it out

indicates psychopathic obsessive behaviour
in terms not only of the killing itself,

but also in terms of the applied
advance defence mechanism.

You know, sometimes I
can't tell shit from shinola,

- Doc.
- [HISSING]

What was all that you just said?

- She intended the book to be her alibi.
- Correct.

[BETH] She's gonna say, Do you
think I'd be dumb enough to kill anyone

in the exact way I described in my book?

I wouldn't do that, because
then I know I'd be the suspect.

So what if it's not the
writer? What if it's, uh...

someone who read the book?

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

[LAMOTT] You're dealing then
with someone so obsessed

that he, or she, is willing to kill
an irrelevant and innocent victim

in order to place the blame on
the person who wrote that book.

I'm talking about a
deep-seeded, obsessional hatred;

and an utter lack of
respect for human life.

So we got a
once-in-a-lifetime, top-of-the-line

loony-tune either way you cut it.
That's what you're saying, right, Doc?

You're dealing with
someone very dangerous...

and very ill.

[CORRELI] Come on, you
know there's no case here.

You've got no physical evidence.

She hasn't got an alibi.

Okay, she hasn't got an alibi,
she hasn't got a motive either.

Believe me. Her defence would just
beat us to death with this copycat thing.

Anybody who read the
book could have done it.

So what do you wanna do now? Nothing?

We call her in for questioning.

She's got enough money to
burn this whole department down.

She was the last person seen
with the guy, Captain Talcott.

I'll take the responsibility.

It's yours.

It won't do any good. She'll just
waltz in with some superstar lawyer

who'll get us all canned for
wasting the taxpayer's money.

- That's exactly what she'll do.
- No she won't.

I don't think she'll hide behind anybody.

I don't think she's gonna hide at all.

Then she's as crazy as you are, Curran.

You know what they say:
It takes one to know one.

[WATER RUSTLING]

Ms. Tramell, we like you to come
downtown to answer a few questions for us.

Are you arresting me?

If that's the way you want to play it.

Could I change into
something more appropriate?

It'll only take a minute. Come on in.

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

Make yourselves
comfortable. I'll be right back.

- [NICK] Hey, Gus.
- [GUS] Hmm?

[CATHERINE] So how
long is this gonna take?

I don't know.

Do you always keep old newspapers around?

Only when they make interesting reading.

[ZIPPER ZIPS]

- I'm ready.
- [GUS] You have the right to an attorney.

Why would I need an attorney?

[CATHERINE] Do you have a cigarette?

I don't smoke.

Yes, you do.

- I quit.
- Congratulations.

Thought you didn't have any cigarettes.

Oh, I found some in my
pocket. Would you like one?

I told you, I quit.

It won't last.

[GUS] You working on another book?

Yes I am.

It must really be something,
making stuff up all the time.

Yeah, it teaches you to lie.

How's that?

You make stuff up, it
has to be believable.

It's called suspension of disbelief.

I like that. Suspension of disbelief.

What's your new book about?

A detective. He falls
for the wrong woman.

What happens?

She kills him.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

I'm John Correli, Ms. Tramell.
Assistant district attorney.

I have to inform you this
session's beings taped.

This is Captain Talcott.

- My pleasure.
- And Lieutenant Walker.

Hi.

Can we get you anything? A cup of coffee?

No thank you.

Are your attorneys gonna join us?

Ms. Tramell has waived
her rights to an attorney.

Did I miss something?

I told them that you wouldn't
want an attorney present.

- Oh.
- Why have you waived your right

to an attorney, Ms. Tramell?

Why did you think I wouldn't want one?

I told them you wouldn't want to hide.

I have nothing to hide.

There is, uh, no smoking
in this building, Ms. Tramell.

What are you going to do?
Charge me with smoking?

Would you tell us the nature of
your relationship with Mr. Boz?

I had sex with him for
about a year and a half.

I liked having sex with him.

He wasn't afraid of experimenting.

[CATHERINE] I like men like that.

Men who give me pleasure.

He gave me a lot of pleasure.

You ever, uh...

engage in any sado-masochistic activity?

Exactly what did you
have in mind, Mr. Correli?

- Did you ever tie him up?
- No.

You never tied him up.

No.

Johnny liked to use his hands too much.

I like hands and fingers.

You describe a, uh, white
silk scarf in your book.

I've always had a fondness
for white silk scarves.

They're good for all occasions.

But you said you liked
men to use their hands.

- [NICK] Didn't you?
- No.

I said I liked Johnny to use his hands

I don't make any rules,
Nick. I go with the flow.

Did you kill Mr. Boz, Ms. Tramell?

I'd have to be pretty stupid
to write a book about a killing

and then kill somebody the
way I described it in my book.

I'd be announcing myself as the killer.

I'm not stupid.

We know you're not stupid, Ms. Tramell.

Maybe that's what you're
counting on to get you off the hook.

Writing the book gives you an alibi.

Yes it does, doesn't it?

The answer is no. I didn't kill him.

Do you use drugs, Ms. Tramell?

- [CATHERINE] Sometimes.
- Did you ever do drugs with Mr. Boz?

- [CATHERINE] Sure.
- What kind of drugs?

Cocaine.

Have you ever fucked on cocaine, Nick?

[UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING]

It's nice.

You like playing games, don't you?

I have a degree in psychology. It
goes with the turf. Games are fun.

How about boxing? That's
a game. Was that fun too?

I don't think that's
relevant to this inquiry.

Boxing was fun till Manny died.

How did you feel when he died?

I loved him. It hurt.

How did you feel when I
told you Johnny Boz had died?

I felt like someone who read
my book, and was playing a game.

- [NICK] But it didn't hurt?
- No.

Because you didn't love
him... [CATHERINE] That's right.

Even though you were fucking him.

You still get the pleasure.

Didn't you ever fuck anybody
else when you were married, Nick?

How did you know he was married?

Maybe I was just guessing.

What difference does it make?

Would you like a cigarette, Nick?

- You two know each other?
- [NICK] No.

No.

How did you meet Mr. Boz?

I wanted to write a book about the
murder of a retired rock and roll star.

I went down to his club, I picked
him up. Then I had sex with him.

You didn't feel anything for him. You
just had sex with him for your book.

In the beginning. Then I
got to like what he did for me.

That's pretty cold, ain't it, lady?

I'm a writer, I use
people for what I write.

Let the world beware.

You want me to take a lie detector test?

[EXAMINER] Wait here, please.

[DOOR CLICKS OPEN]

No blips, no blood pressure
variations, no pulse variance.

Either she's telling the truth or
I've never seen anyone like her.

I guess that settles it.

- She's lying.
- Forget it. You can fool me.

- You cannot fool the machine.
- Trust me. It can be done.

And what makes you such an expert?

Cause I know people that have done it.

Thank you.

Yes. Thanks for coming in, Ms.
Tramell. Sorry to inconvenience you.

Could someone give me a ride home?

Sure.

Thank you.

Wanna get a drink?

Rough day?

Not really.

Beating that machine can't be easy.

If I was guilty, and I
wanted to beat that machine,

it wouldn't be hard.

Wouldn't be hard at all.

You took a lie detector test after
you shot those two people, didn't you?

I passed.

You see? We're both innocent, Nick.

You seem to know an awful lot about me.

You know an awful lot about me.

I don't know anything
that's not police business.

You know I don't wear any underwear.

Don't you, Nick?

Thanks for the ride.

- [MAN] Get you another glass of wine?
- [WOMAN] Yeah.

- [BARTENDER] Hi, Nick.
- Evening.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

So what is all this Nick stuff?

Nick, do you wanna cigarette?
Nick, can I have a ride?

She didn't ask me to give
her a ride. She asked anybody.

- And you volunteered.
- [BARTENDER] Hey, Nick. Evian?

Uh, no Chuck. You get me a double
Black Jack on the rocks, please.

What you doing, hos?

I haven't had a drink in three months.

That all right with you, cowboy?

- She doesn't know me, okay.
- Here you go, Nick.

I never seen her before,
uh, Gus and I talked to her.

Thanks, Chuck.

- You're sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.

Cheers.

[GUS SCOFFS]

Now what?

What now what? Now nothing.
She passed the polygraph. That's it.

She knew how to beat it.
That's why she asked to take it.

Now how in the fuck do you know?
What is it with you and this broad anyway?

Oh, come on, Phil.
Do not let this one slide.

What about her parents? What
about what else she published?

Maybe all her books got a
funny way of coming true.

Her parents died in an accident. I
don't give a shit what else she published.

What are you all of a
sudden? A book critic?

How did they die? Huh?
Was there an investigation?

Now you're saying she killed her
parents? Did she kill Manny Vasquez, too?

Not unless she climbed into the ring
and turned into one mean son of a bitch.

Maybe she did, Gus.
Maybe she grew herself

an Afro, developed a hell of a left hook,

and put shoe polish all over her face.

- Let's polygraph her again and ask her.
- Fuck you, Phil.

- [GUS LAUGHS]
- Fuck you, too Nick.

[GUS] Don't worry, Phil.
Nick will fuck himself.

- [WALKER] Yeah, right.
- [NICK] You guys are very funny.

[NICK] Hey, Chucky, get
me another double, will you?

- [BARTENDER] Coming right up.
- [NILSEN] Hey, Shooter...

Are you back on the Black Jack, Shooter?

- We're discussing a case here, Marty.
- I know that. I have no doubts.

Here you go, Nick.

[NILSEN] Oh!

A double, huh, Shooter? Hmm?

I'm off-duty, Nilsen.

You hear me? I'm
off-duty discussing a case.

Now, IA shouldn't have
a problem with that.

Maybe I should put in
for some overtime, huh?

Don't work too hard, Shooter.

Might drive you to drink.

Stop riding me, man.

- I'll kick your fucking teeth in.
- Hey!

What's the problem?

No problem, Doctor.
Here comes the shrink...

- Oh, come on.
- Huh, just in time

to save her favourite patient.

Just fuck off, Marty.

You kids have a good time tonight, huh?

- He's asking for it.
- That's right. So don't take the bait.

You wanna go?

- Yes.
- Let's go.

Sometimes I think he started banging her

just to get off the hook
with Internal Affairs.

He ain't that way. He's got a heart.

[UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[MOANS]

[SENSUAL MOANING]

[PANICKED MOANS] Nick!

- Stop! No!
- That's right. Come on.

No.

You like it this way. Keep it down.

[EROTIC GRUNTING]

Oh.

What was she like?

- Who?
- Catherine Tramell.

You had her pegged. She
used her book as an alibi.

I met her at Berkeley.

We were in some of the same classes.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm telling you.

[SCOFFS]

You've never been like that before.

- [BETH] Why?
- You tell me. You're the shrink.

- You weren't making love to me.
- Who was I making love to?

You weren't making love.

I need a cigarette.

I thought you said you quit.

It's the top drawer in the foyer.

Get it on your way out.

Okay.

[INDISTINCT TALKING]

- Scotty.
- [FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

You look like dog shit.

- Nah, he looks a little shrunk, is all.
- Not just in the head.

All right. I made a couple of calls to
Berkeley. There was a murder in '80.

A professor. In his bed. Multiple
stab wounds. With an ice pick.

Tramell was there then, wasn't she?

University records say she was.

Okay, let's move on this.
Gus, get out to Berkeley.

Harrigan, find out what
else she's published.

Andrews, you get me that
file on her parents' accident.

Copy Beth on everything. I
want psychological input on this.

What about me?

You're already getting
psychological input, hos.

You go soak your head
in a tub of ice water.

Nick...

You see where she leads.

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

[WHISPERS] Thank you.

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

[ENERGETIC MUSIC PLAYING]

- [BUS HOOTER HONKING]
- No!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[LIGHT MUSIC PLAYING]

Uh-huh. [TIRES SCREECHING]

[INDISTINCT TALKING]

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

[EXHILARATING MUSIC PLAYING]

- [LIGHT MUSIC PLAYING]
- [HOOTER HONKS]

Ain't you got nothing better
to do than come in here

- and jack off the damn machine?
- What are you doing here, cowboy?

I came in here to jack
off the damn machine.

One dead psychology professor.
Noah Goldstein. Dr. Noah Goldstein.

And guess what?

He was her counsellor.

Was she a suspect?

No, sir. They never even
got a statement from her.

Hazel Dobkins?

You know her?

Couldn't get it out of my head for years.

Nice little housewife, three little kids,

nice husband, wasn't porking
around, no financial problems.

One day outta the clear blue
sky, she does 'em. All of 'em.

- [UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING]
- Used a knife

she got for a wedding present.

Didn't even deny it. Sweet as honey.

Said she didn't know why she done it.

[BRIGHT MUSIC PLAYING]

- Hi.
- Am I disturbing you?

No. Come on in

Let's go upstairs.

[CATHERINE] I'm using you
for my detective in my book.

You don't mind, do you?

[CATHERINE] I was just gonna make
myself a drink. Do you want one?

No, thanks.

Oh, that's right. You're off the
Jack Daniels too, aren't you?

Got a, uh, few more questions to ask you.

I have some for you too.

For my book.

You have something against ice cubes?

I like rough edges.

So what do you wanna ask me?

How does it feel to kill someone?

You tell me.

I don't know. But you do.

It was an accident. They...

They got in the line of fire.

Four shootings in five
years. All accidents?

They were drug buys. I
was working undercover.

You wanna tell me
about Professor Goldstein.

Well, there's a name from the past.

You want a name from the
present? What about Hazel Dobkins?

Noah Goldstein was my
counsellor in my freshman year.

That's probably where I got the
idea for the ice pick. For my book.

Funny how the subconscious works.

Hilarious.

Hazel is my friend.

Well, your friend took
out her whole family.

Yes. She's helped me
understand homicidal impulse.

- [SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]
- Thought you would learn that at school.

Only in theory. But you know
all about homicidal impulse...

don't you, Shooter?

Not in theory, in practice.

What happened? Did
you get sucked into it?

Did you like it too much?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Tell me about the coke, Nick.

The day you shot those two tourists...

how much coke did you do?

Come on. You can tell me.

- I didn't.
- Yes, you did.

They never tested you, did they?

Internal Affairs knew.

Your wife knew too, didn't she?

She knew what was going on.

Nicky got too close to the flame.

[CATHERINE GASPS]

Nicky liked it.

That's why she killed herself.

[GRUNTS]

Hiya, hon.

You two have met, haven't you?

[CATHERINE LAUGHS WRYLY] You're
gonna make a terrific character, Nick.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[RECEPTIONIST] She's on the phone.
She'll be right with you, detective...

Oh. I'm gonna have
to give you a call back.

- Detective. Detective, you can't go in...
- Let me call you back.

Who's got access to my file?

- [BETH] What are you talking about, Nick?
- Who has access to my god damn file?

Nobody. It's a confidential
psychiatric record, it would be illegal.

Don't do it. Don't you fucking lie to me.

- It's Internal Affairs. Was it?
- No.

- No, Nick. Please.
- Who.

It's, uh.. Nilsen.

[INDISTINCT TALKING]

What do you want, Curran?

[NICK] You sold her my file, didn't you?

What are you talking about?

- Catherine Tramell.
- [GRUNTS]

How much did she pay you?

Hey. Come on!

- Let him go!
- Stop it!

How much?

Come on.

Hey, back off. Just back off, Curran.

Nice and easy now. Nice and easy.

You fucked yourself,
Shooter. You hear me?

- You are out!
- Take it easy.

- Cool it. Take it easy.
- [NILSEN] You are out! You're out.

- Okay, okay.
- Save it. Save it.

[GUS] Nick!

- What's going down, hos?
- Nothing, all right. I'll be okay.

No, sir. You won't. They're
gonna want your badge.

I'm tired of being played with.

You got a real conclusive
way of demonstrating that.

She knows where I live and breathe.

She's coming after me, Gus.

What is it you got between you?

I don't know.

[GUS] It's something though.

Something.

Yeah.

[LAUGHTER ON THE TV]

[WOMAN ON TV] George Jefferson
is unfair. He's short with no hair.

[BETH] Nick?

[KNOCKING]

[BETH] Nick, are you there?

[NICK] Go away, Beth.
I don't wanna see you.

I still have my key.

Put 'em on the table and leave.

[SHOUTS] Put 'em on the
god damn table and leave?

Damn it. Don't shut me out.
You owe me more than that.

I don't owe you anything.

You don't owe me anything.

We went to bed, what, ten, 15 times?

Maybe it wasn't memorable
enough to, to carry an obligation.

- Sometimes I really hate you.
- [NICK] Oh! Why don't you get yourself

some friendly little therapist and
work out some of that hostility?

And maybe you can
get off once in a while.

[FRUSTRATED GRUNTING]

Are you nuts?

I'm sorry...

I don't usually act like that.

How could you give him my file?

I had to.

[BETH] He was going to recommend
your discharge from the force.

He didn't buy my evaluation.
He said I wasn't objective.

So I made a deal with him to
review the session notes himself.

I didn't think he'd show them to anybody.

You did it for me?

[BETH] Yes. I care
about you. I did it for you.

Go away, Beth. Please, just go away.

[WRINKLING OF KEYS]

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC ON TV]

[PHONE RINGING]

[WOMAN SCREAMING ON TV]

Yo.

I'm on my way.

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

[HOOTER HONKS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]

[MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

[MUSIC SUBDUES]

[GUS] One shot. Close range.
Probably a .38 calibre revolver.

Give me your gun, Nick.

You think that...

I don't, hos, but I got
the minority opinion.

[Nick shouts] Okay. I went after him.

I lost my temper.

[IA] You have any evidence that he
showed your psychiatric file to anyone?

No.

We'll speak with you
afterwards, Dr. Garner.

I'd like to sit in. If you don't mind.

- I'd really rather wait until after...
- I don't see anything wrong

with Dr. Garner sitting in if
Detective Curran doesn't object.

Where were you last night?

[NICK] Home. Watching TV.

[IA] All night?

Yes. All night.

Were you drinking?

Yeah, I was drinking.

When did you start drinking again?

[NICK] Couple of days ago.

I saw Detective Curran at his
apartment about ten o'clock last night.

He was sober and lucid.

I asked him in my capacity
as his departmental therapist

about his altercation with It. Nilsen.

He expressed regret
and displayed no hostility.

[IA] How long were you at his apartment?

[BETH] About 15 minutes.

[BETH] I saw there was no
reason for my concern and left.

There's no smoking in
this building, detective.

What are you gonna do?
Charge me with smoking?

[WALKER] Oh, for Christ...

All right, Nick, I'm gonna ask
you this just once: for the record,

did you kill Marty Nilsen?

No.

[NICK] Come on. I'm gonna storm
into his office in front of everybody

in the middle of the day
and kill him that night?

I'm not that dumb.

Going after him before gets
you off the hook for killing him.

That's your alibi.

Like writing a book about killing a
guy gets you off the hook for killing him.

Good point.

I don't understand. What are
you talking about? What book?

Private joke, asshole.

I don't think it's funny.

You're going on leave, Curran...

pending the outcome of
a psychiatric evaluation.

- Beth! I'll get my stuff in a minute.
- [ELEVATOR PINGS]

Beth!

Thank you.

It's the least I could do.

Considering, I got you into
this mess with those reports.

No. I mean it, thank you.

How do you know Catherine
Tramell saw your file?

She know things about
me that I only told you.

She must really be something...

from a clinical point of view.

What was she like in school?

I hardly knew her. She
gave me the creeps, though.

I don't know why.

Get some rest. Promise?

Beth. I didn't mean
what I said yesterday...

Yes you did.

I'm a big girl. I can handle it.

- Hey, you take care of yourself.
- What did you find out about the parents?

You're on leave, man.

You're on psycho leave. I mean,
I'm talking to a possible whacko here.

Well, you know I'm whacko,
Sam. What did you find out?

The boat blew.

There was a leak in the fuel line.
There have been two previous repairs.

They had a five mil
policy on both of 'em.

A real heavy investigation,
but they got zilch.

Big goose-egg. It was an accident.

IA's gonna talk to you more about Nilsen.

They're handling the
investigation, we're not.

You stay in touch with Dr. Garner,
it'll help on the evaluation.

She killed him, Phil.

Beth? Now you've got Beth killing people?

No, Catherine Tramell.

It's part of her game.

First you've got her stealing your
file. Now you've got her killing Nilsen.

Forget about her for Christ sake?
Go somewhere. Sit in the sun.

- Ger her the hell out of your system.
- You don't buy it, do you?

She knew nobody would buy it.

She knew I'd say she did it. And
she knew that nobody would buy it.

She is screwing with your head, Nick.

Stay away from her.

I heard about what happened.

What good's a shooter without his gun?

How exactly did you find out?

I have attorneys. They
have friends. I have friends.

Money buys a lot of
attorneys and friends.

Well, I wouldn't know about
that. I don't have any money.

I don't have any attorneys,
and Gus is my only real friend.

I wasn't talking about real friends.

Why doesn't Gus like me?

I like you.

- You do?
- Yes.

You wanna go upstairs and have a drink?

I didn't think you'd ask me.

Then I guess you don't
know your character that well.

Maybe, but we're learning.

Pretty soon I'll know you
better than you know yourself.

- Don't be too sure.
- Why not?

- I'm very unpredictable.
- Unpredictable?

You ought to put some
warmth into the place.

You don't want it to
reflect on your personality.

I'm not trying to fool anybody.

Jack Daniel's all right?
It's gonna have to be.

- Ice?
- Yeah, great.

I was expecting you.

K-mart. A buck sixty-five.

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

Why don't you let me do this for you?

[ICE BREAKING]

[CATHERINE] You like
watching me do it, don't you?

Could I have a cigarette too, please?
See, I told you you'd start smoking again.

Would you light it for me?

Thanks.

So how much did you
pay Nilsen for my file?

Isn't he the policeman
that you shot, Shooter?

What if I asked you
not to call me Shooter?

Okay. How about if I call you Nicky?

My wife used to call me Nicky.

Yeah, I know. I like it.

Cheers. My friends call me Catherine.

What Manny Vasquez used to call you?

Bitch, mostly,

but he meant it affectionately.

Do you have any coke?

I just love coke with Jack Daniels.

Got a Pepsi in the fridge.

Well, it's not really the
same thing, now is it?

No, it's not.

So where is this going?

Hmm?

What do you want from me?

Say, What do you want
from me, Catherine?

What the fuck do you
want from me, Catherine?

I brought you something.

Aren't you gonna say thank you?

What's it about?

It's about a boy who kills his parents.

They have a plane. He
makes it look like an accident.

Why'd he do that?

To see if he could get away with it.

When'd you write this?

You mean, did I write it
before my parents died?

Yeah.

No.

I wrote it years afterwards.

You're not gonna stop following
me around now, are you?

Just because you're on leave.

Absolutely not.

Good. I'd miss you.

You could get in trouble, though.
You're not really a cop any more.

I'll risk it.

- Why take the risk?
- To see if I can get away with it.

How's your new book?

[CATHERINE] It's
practically writing itself.

Oh, I'll be leaving about midnight.
In case you are gonna follow me.

[CATHERINE] I'll be at Johnny Boz's club.

I'll meet you there.

Hi, Gus.

[DOOR CLICKS OPEN]

[DOOR CLICKS SHUT]

- [CAR DOOR SHUTS]
- [ENGINE STARTS]

[DOOR CLICKS SHUT]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Forgive me for asking, hos, and I
don't mean to be lab our the obvious,

but why is it you've got your
head so far up your own ass?

She wanna play. Fine, I can play.

Everybody she plays with dies.

I know what that's like.

- [LOUD CLUB MUSIC PLAYING]
- [LAUGHING AND TALKING]

- [ROXY] Hi.
- [MAN] Hi, babe.

[ROXY] Looks good.

[INDISTINCT TALKING]

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

[WRY LAUGH]

[MOAN]

[SENSUAL GROAN]

[SENSUAL MOAN]

[SENSUAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[EROTIC MOANS]

[EROTIC MOANING]

[GROANS]

[EROTIC GROANS]

[EROTIC MOANING]

[MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

[SCREAMS]

[MUSIC SUBDUES]

[WHISPERS] Hey. Shh.

Shh.

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

[EROTIC GRUNTING]

[MUSIC SUBDUES]

[SATISFIED EXHALE]

If you don't leave
her alone, I'll kill you.

Let me ask you something, Rocky.

Man to man.

I think she's the fuck of the century.

What do you think?

How long you been here?

You like watching, don't you?

She likes me to watch.

[MURMURS] Nicky...

[BOAT HORN BLOWS]

[SHOUTS]

[WHISPERS] Fuck.

The beach, C

[ENGINE RACING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING]

Hi.

Good morning.

Guess, uh, Roxy's not
taking this too well, huh?

She's seen me fuck plenty of guys.

Maybe she saw something
she's never seen before.

She's seen everything before.

Honey, I thought I'd
seen everything before.

Did you really think it was so special?

I told her I thought it was
the fuck of the century.

Well, what do you think?

I thought it was a pretty good beginning.

[NICK] What about Roxy?

Is she more fun?

[Catherine laughs] Do you
like her to join us sometime?

Did she join you and Johnny?

No, Johnny felt intimidated.

Look what happened to him.

Tell me, Nicky, were
you frightened last night?

That's the point, wasn't it?
That's what made it so good.

- You shouldn't play this game.
- Why not? I like it.

You're in over your head.

Maybe. But this is
how I'll catch my killer.

I'm not gonna confess all my secrets,
Nick, just because I have an orgasm.

You won't learn anything
I don't want you to know.

Yes, I will.

And I'll nail you.

You'll just fall in love with me.

I'm in love with you already.

But I'll nail you anyway.

You can put that in your book.

[LIVELY COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]

Thought I'd find you here.

Where the fuck you been?
I've been over to your place.

Easy, cowboy, easy. I wasn't there.

I went over last night, too.

Well, I wasn't there either.

You fucked her.

God damn dumb son of
a bitch. You fucked her.

God damn, you are one dumb son of a bitch.

Next time I'll use a rubber.

I don't give a flying
chili-bean fart about a rubber.

[BARTENDER] Gus, Gus, Gus,
you're forgetting something.

- I got it, Harry. How much?
- Thirty-three.

Got it.

I'm worried about him.
He's worried about rubbers.

You gotta protect
yourself, Gus. You really do.

What in the hell for?

You think I'm getting any?

I mean, sure, I can get laid by
god damn blue-haired women.

I don't like 'em.

[WOMAN] Don't knock
it till you've tried it.

[soft love song playing]

Feeling better?

I feel fine.

How could you fuck her?

Gus, come on.

You wanna die, hos?

What is it? Those god damn tourists?

You still feel so bad about that
you're wiggling your way into an ice pick?

Got too many god damn
tourists coming here anyway.

Plenty more god damn tourists
where they god damn came from.

I'm not afraid of her.

Why the hell not?

I don't know. I'm just not.

That's her pussy talking,

- it ain't your brain.
- [GASPS]

- Gus, come on. Gus...
- [WOMAN SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[WOMAN] Disgusting.

IA done did a track on It.
Martin D for Dickhead Nilsen.

They found a safety deposit box

with 50,000 dollars in it,
taken out three months ago,

and not used since.

It doesn't make sense. She
didn't know me three months ago.

Maybe it wasn't her that paid him.

Maybe the money was for something
else. How the fuck do I know?

[GUS SIGHS]

I'm just an old city cowboy
trying not to fall outta his saddle.

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

- You all right, cowboy?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

Come on, I'll drive you home.

In that little pissant
car of yours? Hell, no.

I ain't getting no back
pain disability retirement.

I am gonna get me a full pension
and a real gold-plate Seiko watch.

- Right. Move over. I'm driving you...
- You think I'd let you drive

my Cadillac car?

I ain't gonna let no head-up-his-ass
person drive my Cadillac car.

Grow up!

[ENGINE REVS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[GRUNTS]

You wanna play, huh? Come on!

Come on!

[SOFTLY] Come on.

[MUSIC SUBDUES]

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

[GROANS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[NICK] Roxy...

[RUMBLING AND SCRAPING NOISES]

- [MEDIC 1] All right. Ready?
- [MEDIC 2] Okay.

[COP SHOUTS] Lieutenant!
I got the information.

Well, get it down here.

This is your statement? You
signed your name to this crock of shit?

Why not? It was an accident.

You're driving around North
Beach, for no particular reason,

and this car won't get out of the way.

I don't think she meant
to go off the edge, do you?

- Could we have him for a minute here?
- No, you cannot.

Don't fuck with me on this, Nick.

I don't need a reason
to put your ass in a sling.

[ANDREWS] Full name is Roxanne Hardy.

Last known address,
Cloverdale, California.

No priors, no convictions. The car
is registered to Catherine Tramell.

- You knew her, didn't you?
- Gus and I met her at Tramell's house.

All we did was write her name down.

You wrote her name down, and
then, big surprise, she rolls her car

down the hill in front of you and
dies. Is that what you're telling me?

That's all I know.

Well, you know what then? Fuck you, Nick.

Fuck you!

I want you in Dr. Garner's
office at nine...

I told you to stay away from Tramell.

You didn't tell me to
stay away from the car!

I said I want you at
Dr. Garner's office at nine o'clock.

Who are you guys gonna
sell my file to now, huh?

You are out of control,
Curran. You hear me?

- [DOOR CLICKS OPEN]
- You see...

Hello, Nick. This is
Dr. Myron and Dr. McElwaine.

[MCELWAINE] Nick.

They've been asked to consult
with me on this psychiatric evaluation.

[MYRON] Sit down, Nick.

Nick, we understand you've
been having some difficulty

controlling your temper lately.

Only in regard to one person.

[MYRON] Do you think Lieutenant
Nilsen deserved to die?

I didn't know him well
enough. I won't miss him.

Nick, when you recollect your childhood,
are your recollections pleasing to you?

Number one. I don't remember
how often I used to jerk off,

but it was a lot.

Number two. I wasn't pissed off at
my dad, even when I was old enough

to know what he and mom were
doing in the bedroom. Number three.

I don't look in the toilet
before I flush it. Number four.

I haven't wet my bed for
a long time. Number five.

Why don't the two of
you go fuck yourselves?

I'm outta here.

What is your problem?
I'm trying to help you.

- Why won't you let me help you?
- I don't want your help. All right?

- I don't need your help.
- Yes, you do.

Something's going on. You're
sleeping with her, aren't you?

- What is this interest you've got in her?
- My interest is in you, not her.

She seduces people,
she manipulates people.

- She'll do anything she can...
- I thought you hardly knew her.

I know the type. I'm a psychologist.

That means you
manipulate people too, Beth?

You're a practicing psychologist.
You're better at it than she is.

I feel sorry for you, Nick.

[UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING]

Catherine!

Catherine!

[CATHERIN] I should have known. I...

I came into the house... when
you were down on the beach.

She looked at me so strangely.

She left right after you.

I...

I shouldn't have let her watch us.

She wanted to watch me all the time.

She tried to kill you, didn't she?

Did you like her to watch you?

Do you think I told her to kill you?

[softly] No.

Everybody that I care about dies.

It's okay. It's okay.

[WHISPERS] It's okay.

Make love to me.

[SENSUAL MOAN]

[SATISFIED SIGH]

Do you think she killed Johnny Boz?

For what? To set me up?

She loved me. She wouldn't frame me.

Maybe she got jealous of Johnny too.

No, she didn't.

She never got jealous before.

She got excited.

I don't have luck with women.

There was this girl...

I met while I was in college.

I slept with her once.

She started following me
around, taking my picture.

She dyed her hair, copied my clothes.

Lisa...

something Oberman.

It was awful.

I thought you didn't make confessions.

I never did before.

[GUS] Another nice girl.

How old was she when it happened?

Sixteen.

We seal juvenile records
until they're deceased.

That's why you couldn't
find it in your computer.

What was the motive?

She said she didn't know herself.
Just sort of did it on impulse.

The razor just happened to be there.

It's what she said.

If you want, help
yourself to some coffee.

Thanks.

I don't understand what
the hell's going on here, Gus.

Ain't that hard, hos.

This young farm girl got
tired of all that attention

going to her little
brothers, so she fixed them.

Just like ole Hazel Dobkins
fixed her whole family.

Except young Roxy here
didn't use a wedding present.

She used daddy's razor.

[DISGUSTED SOUND]

It sure makes you wonder what they
talked about when they set themselves down

in front of the campfire at night.

You ever met a friend of hers
who hasn't killed somebody?

It must have beat your
ordinary, everyday girl talk.

I'm not sure any more if she did it.

Which one are we talking about now, hos?

We know ole Hazel did it.
We know young Roxy did it.

And the other one...

Well, she got that magna cum laude pussy
on her that done fried up your brain.

- [CAR DOOR SLAMS SHUT]
- [ENGINE STARTS]

[WOMAN] Oberman, Mark W., Donald M.

Sorry. No Lisa.

You sure about the year?

Catherine Tramell graduated in '83. Yeah.

She said Lisa Oberman
was here at the same time.

[WOMAN] Yeah, we have Tramell.

[TAPPING OF KEYBOARD]

But no Lisa Oberman.

Are you sure about that?
There can't be a mistake?

Only if you're making it, Detective.

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

[HAZEL] Hi.

[CATHERINE] Hazel, this is
Nick. I told you all about him.

Nick, this is Hazel Dobkins.

You're the shooter, aren't
you? Well, how are you?

Fine. Thank you. Can I speak
to you for a minute, please?

Honey, would you wait for
me in the car? I'll be right there.

Goodbye, Shooter.

You like to hang out
with murderers or what?

- You know that Roxy was...
- Yes, of course I knew.

Look, I write about unusual people,
and sometimes when I do my research,

I get involved with them.

It happened with you.

Killing isn't like smoking.

You can quit.

I've got to go.

I promised I'd get her
home by six o'clock.

She just loves America's Most Wanted.

There was no Lisa Oberman
when you were at Berkeley.

What are you doing? Checking up on me?

For what?

I said Hoberman.

Hoberman. Lisa Hoberman. With an H.

You do?

All right. Thank you very much.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[ANDREWS] You know I can
get my butt kicked for this.

You're not even supposed to be in here.

Come on, Sam. It's
only gonna take a minute.

[ANDREWS SCOFFS] Yeah.

Bring it up.

[ANDREWS] It's Dr. Garner, isn't it?

Bring up '83.

[NICK] You shouldn't
leave your door open.

I didn't There's something
wrong with my lock.

What do you want, Nick?

Tell me about Catherine.

She told you, didn't she?

What did she tell me, Beth?

I slept with her once in school.

I was just a kid. I was experimenting.

It was just that one time.

She developed a fixation on me.

She styled her hair like mine. She
wore the same kind of clothes I did.

It scared me.

Isn't that what she told you?

She said it was you.

You dressed like her,
you dyed your hair blond.

I did dye my hair. It had
nothing to do with her.

- I was a redhead for a while too.
- Did you know Noah Goldstein?

I had him for two classes.

You saw all the reports, Beth. Phil
copied you. You never said anything.

Well, what am I supposed to say?

Hey, guys, I'm not gay,
but I did fuck your suspect.

I was embarrassed. It was the
only time I've been with a woman.

She's really sick, you know.

Do you know what she's doing?

She knows I went to Berkeley.
She knows I knew Noah.

She makes up this story about me.

She's handing you somebody
who's obsessed with her.

She didn't hand you to me. She
doesn't even know who you are.

She told me about a, uh, Lisa Hoberman.

She knows you'd find out who
Lisa Hoberman is. You're a good cop.

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

Did she tell you casually?

Make it seem irrelevant?

I mean, did she tell you in bed, Nick?

That's what I'd do.

Why did you change your name?

I got married. He called me Beth.

He was on staff at the
clinic down in Salinas.

Didn't last long.

Nick! God, do you really
think that I could kill someone?

I mean, I never even met Johnny Boz.

And what about Nilsen?

What possible motive
would I have to kill Nilsen?

You should get that lock fixed.

God!

She is evil. She is brilliant.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[TIRES SCREECHES]

Did I scare you?

I wanted to surprise you.

What's wrong?

I found Lisa Hoberman.

Oh, you did? What is she doing?

[SCOFFS]

Are you not gonna tell
me what she's doing?

- I thought we were done playing games.
- I did too.

She said you got it backwards.

She said you even styled
your hair like she did.

And you believed her?

I had to go down to the campus
police and file a report about her.

I suppose you still think
I kill people too, right?

No.

Liar.

- So who'd you say you're with?
- Homicide. San Francisco.

Here we go.

Kind of.

There was a report about a Lisa Hoberman,
January 1980, but it's outta here.

Who's got it?

One of your guys, Nilsen. You know him?

Yeah. Thanks a lot.

Yeah. Tell him to bring it back,
will you? He's had it a whole year.

So Nilsen had a report on Beth. So what?
You don't know what the hell was in it?

Catherine told me what was in it.

- If she's telling you the truth.
- Oh, Gus, don't you get it?

If Beth killed Johnny
Boz to frame Catherine,

she wouldn't want anybody to
know what happened in Berkeley.

But Nilsen found out about it. And
that gives her the motive to kill him.

Well, how did she know
Nilsen found out, if it happened?

He was IA. He-he probably asked her.

She'd have to be nuttier than
a 20 pound Christmas fruitcake.

She's not the one who hangs
out with multiple murderers,

- your girlfriend is.
- She's a writer, all right.

- That's her job.
- I don't buy it.

There's gotta be somebody at Berkeley
who knows what the hell happened.

I know what happened,
all right. Catherine told me.

- And everything she says has checked out.
- You got god damn tweety-birds

- Fuck you, man.
- Fluttering around in your head.

- That's what you got.
- Fuck it!

You think you can fuck like minks,
raise rugrats and live happily ever after?

Oh man!

How'd you get in here?

What's, uh, what's this?

I decided to give you a second chance.

I missed you.

I wasn't gone long
enough for you to miss me.

Did you miss me?

No.

[WHISPERS] Now?

No.

Why don't you come
over here and tell me no?

I've seen 'em before.

Yeah? Well, you might not see 'em again.

My book's nearly finished.

And my detective's almost dead.

- So I got time for a last cigarette?
- Afterwards.

[groans]

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

I've got to do some
research tomorrow morning.

I'm good at research. I'll help you.

No thanks.

What are you researching?

Oh. A new ending to your book.

Oh really? What's the twist?

The detective falls for the wrong girl...

Uh-huh.

But he doesn't die.

So what happens to them?

They fuck like minks, raise
rugrats, and live happily ever after.

It won't sell.

Why not?

Somebody has to die.

Why?

Somebody always does.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Good morning. I'm
looking for a Dr. Garner.

Oh, she doesn't work here any more.

I think she's up in San
Francisco with the police.

Actually, I'm looking for her husband.
He works here too, doesn't he?

- Dr. Joseph Garner?
- Yeah.

- Was she married?
- You know him?

He died about five or six years ago.

- How did he die?
- He was shot.

Thank you.

[detective] He was
walking home from work.

They only lived a couple of
blocks away from the clinic.

- Somebody just drove by and shot him.
- What was the murder weapon?

Revolver, .38.
Unrecovered. Watch yourself.

Were there any suspects?

No suspects, no motive. Unsolved.

Was his wife ever a suspect?

You know, one of your guys was
down here from 'Frisco, about a year ago.

He was asking the same exact thing.

Do you mind telling me
what the hell is going on?

- Routine.
- Routine?

Yeah. That's exactly what he said.

Now I got two of you guys come
down here and telling me it's routine.

Do you remember what
the other guy's name was?

No. Can't really say that I do.

Nilsen?

Nilsen. Yeah, that was it.

- So was she ever a suspect?
- Nope.

There was some talk,
but it never panned out.

What kind of talk?

Girlfriend.

What? He had a girlfriend?

No.

She did.

Like I said,

it never panned out.

- Thank you.
- Yeah. Hope I helped you out.

Yes, you did. You sure did.

[PRINTER PRINTING]

Catherine!

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

Hi. I missed you.

I finished my research.

- I finished my book.
- Yeah?

So how does it end?

I told you. She kills him.

Goodbye, Nick.

Goodbye?

Yeah. I finished my book.

Didn't you hear me?
Your character's dead.

Goodbye.

What do you want? Flowers? I'll
send you an autographed copy.

What is this? Some kind of joke?

You playing a game here?

Games are over.

You were right. It was the
fuck of the century, Shooter.

[HAZEL] Catherine?

[UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING]

I'll be right there.

Catherine Tramell's roommate,
freshman year. I just got a call from her.

She's over in Oakland. Come on.

I've been phoning people
from her dorm all day.

She must have heard I
was trying to reach her.

She says she knows all about
Catherine and Lisa Hoberman.

You feeling okay?

Yeah.

Here's something else.

Johnny Boz's psychiatrist
has an office on Van Ness.

Guess who he shares office
space with? Doctor Elizabeth Garner.

What in hell's the matter with you?

Hmm?

I'll be in Suite 405.

- Where the hell are you going?
- Going with you.

You're on leave, hos.
It ain't gonna take long.

[ELEVATOR PINGS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[ELEVATOR PINGS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Gus!

[ELEVATOR PINGS]

[ELEVATOR PINGS]

[SCREAMING]

Gus!

[SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING]

Gus.

- [DOOR CLICKS]
- [DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Freeze!

What are you doing here?

Put your hands up. Put
your fucking hands up.

I got a message on my machine
to meet Gus here. Where is he?

[NICK] Don't move. Don't you move.

I know about your husband.
You still like girls, Beth?

What?

Take your hands out of your pockets.

- [NICK] Take 'em out!
- What's wrong with you?

Take 'em out.

[MOANS]

[BETH BREATHES HEAVILY]

[WHISPERS] I loved you.

Oh, God!

[INDISTINCT TALKING]

[HELICOPTER FLYING OVERHEAD]

What makes you think she had a gun?

What the hell was she doing
here? What was Gus doing here?

Nick?

Lieutenant.

[INDISTINCT TALKING]

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

One of ours.

Jesus.

We'll have to check Beth's apartment.

[ANDREWS] Thirty-eight calibre revolver.

In the bookcase behind some books.

Have ballistics check it for Nilsen.

[HARRIGAN] Lieutenant,
you'd better come in here.

I guess that's it.

[INDISTINCT TALKING]

We checked. It's her size.

She must've heard you on the
stairway and dumped the stuff.

[detective] There's no
suite 405 in that building.

Catherine Tramell's roommate
in her freshman year is dead.

She died of leukaemia two years ago.

- Here's a fax of her death certificate.
- Okay, but what about Salinas?

Yeah?

Hold on. Jack?

Jack! Did you check Nilsen's
office for any files on Beth Garner?

- No police report from Berkeley.
- Yeah?

- Nothing at all about Salinas.
- Okay.

I'm back. Yeah.

Great.

Ballistics says the .38 we found in
her apartment was used on Nilsen.

No registration. They're
checking with Salinas.

The ice pick was the same brand
and model as the Boz weapon.

We checked the tape machines at
Dr. Garner's apartment and her office,

both here and the one on Van Ness.
There's no message from Gus on any of 'em.

The tape in her apartment was unused.

And Johnny Boz's psychiatrist says he
thinks he remembers Dr. Garner and Boz

meeting at a Christmas
party at his house a year ago.

You just can't tell
about people, can you.

Even the ones you think
you know inside and out.

[SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING]

Congratulations, Curran.

[INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC SUBDUES]

[CATHERINE] Hi.

I heard about what happened...

on TV.

I...

I can't allow myself to care about you.

I can't allow myself...

to care...

[SOBS] I don't wanna do this.
Please, I don't wanna do this. I...

I lose everybody.

I don't wanna lose you.

[SOBS] I don't wanna lose you.

[SENSUAL MOANS]

[EROTIC GROANING]

[MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

[MUSIC SUBDUES]

[TENDER MUSIC PLAYING]

[CATHERINE] What do we do now, Nick?

Fuck like minks...

raise rugrats and
live happily ever after.

[DEEP BREATHING]

[SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING]

I hate rugrats.

Fuck like minks, forget the
rugrats, and live happily ever after.

[MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC SUBDUES]