Basic Instinct 2 Page #3

about Kevin Franks...

...was proof that I must've killed him.

Then, when I wouldn't break down...

...he hit on me.

Hit on you?

Yeah.

He said that if I f***ed him things

would go easier.

Homicide cops

are usually smarter than that.

I knew one once, in San Francisco.

Nick Curran.

They called him Shooter.

We used to get in his car

and ride around...

...listening to 911 calls on his

scanner...

...then speed over.

Have you ever been to a murder scene

right after it happened?

The body's still warm.

The watch is still ticking.

You can smell the blood.

We'd hang around

for a while and then...

...go have sex in Nick's car.

Nick used to say:

"Death is always there.

It's the only thing that's real."

Except maybe sex sometimes.

But only sometimes?

Well...

...I f***ed this guy last night.

I f***ed him for hours.

You know,

we did everything to each other.

The full screaming Masters

and Johnson's greatest hits.

But you know, a week from now,

I probably won't even remember him.

But, if I was with him when he died...

Now...

...I probably would never forget that.

Would I?

Were you ever with anyone

when they died?

No.

Christ.

We still have 20 minutes left.

I feel like a cigarette.

See you tomorrow.

She just walked out?

How Lacanian.

For her, time's a weapon.

Everything's a weapon.

Everybody's an enemy.

Do you think she made it up about

the policeman? Washburn?

I don't know. It's so hard to believe

anything she says.

She's trying to seduce you.

They always try to seduce you.

Yes, but this one's different, isn't it?

I don't know. More fun maybe.

Be careful, Michael.

By the way, I got a call from that

reporter, Adam Towers.

What did he want?

I made everything sound boring.

I assured him he didn't have a story.

What if he calls others?

What if he calls Gerst?

Gerst won't talk to a popular magazine

reporter. Are you kidding?

Anyway, it was a successful paper.

Published, on this occasion,

under sole authorship.

Well, thank God for that.

Speaking of God, is Gerst coming?

We can only hope and pray.

That he comes or he doesn't?

I'm going for a smoke. Don't talk about

anything interesting till I get back.

How long have you lived here?

About six years, something like that.

Seven.

Hi, Dominic.

Hi, Milena.

Thank you.

The beauty about

antisocial behavior...

...is that it takes you away from other

people, however briefly.

You're not an analyst.

I'm a writer.

Really? What do you write about?

Oh, the lurid, the sexual, the violent.

The basic instincts.

They're the most powerful,

aren't they?

Milena.

Oh, Michael.

I'm sorry, I didn't ask your name.

Catherine Tramell. Milena Gardosh.

Oh, you're Dr. Gardosh.

I've heard so many wonderful things

about you.

Catherine.

There you are.

Milena, Dr. Glass.

I see you've met Catherine.

She's doing research for a novel about

an eminent psychoanalyst.

I thought she might enjoy an occasion

like this.

Well, may I take your coats?

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Would you put that in my pocket?

Certainly.

Catherine, come this way.

What's going on? What was Gerst

thinking of, bringing her here?

I'm sure he's no idea who she is.

Where did he meet her?

She would have met him, believe me.

I can't stay here while I've got

a patient here. I have to go.

I understand.

If you follow inter-subjectivity to its

natural end...

...aren't you asking who's the patient

and who's the doctor?

Those were my very words.

Very good.

Note that one for future reference.

Are you leaving because of me?

You must have known I'd be here.

Is that a problem?

I know some people who play tennis

with their shrinks.

I'm sure you do.

Have sex with them. Sell them drugs.

Work on their screenplays.

But I don't do that.

I was upset about our session today.

I felt I owed you an apology.

That's why I came.

We can go into that tomorrow.

I've got a better idea.

How about I ditch everybody

and we go somewhere for a drink.

I told you, I don't socialize with my

patients.

Another one of your rules?

Don't you get kind of tired of them?

You know, that's the nightmare

of shrinkdom, doctor.

Too many answers,

too many questions...

...nobody gets laid.

Okay, forget getting laid.

We'll just talk.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Michael. There you are.

Oh, my God. Did you see that woman

that Gerst brought with him?

No.

Actually, I was just looking for you.

What, in there?

I was looking for your coat.

I thought we could go for a drink.

If that's all right?

Yeah. Great.

What's wrong?

Turn around.

What?

Turn around.

Oh, God!

Michael, it's Denise!

Please pick up the phone! Please!

Michael, please pick up the phone!

Denise?

Hey, hey, hey. What's happened?

Thanks, guv.

Come in, Michael.

Hey, you okay?

Hey, what's going on?

It's okay, I'm here now. Okay?

Who lives here?

It's Adam's place.

Jesus.

What happened?

I don't know. The door was unlocked

and I just came in.

I just saw him lying there.

Have you called the police?

No. I was afraid.

Hello, Michael.

What are you doing here?

It's my wife. Well, my ex-wife.

She found him like that,

then she called me.

I see.

And how did she happen to

find him like that?

They'd been seeing each other and...

Oh, really?

Since when?

It's why I moved out.

So I assume you weren't

the best of friends?

No.

Yet I saw you talking to him

after the Tramell hearing.

It was just journalist stuff.

He was asking me questions about

Tramell.

Do you think she killed him?

Who?

Denise? No.

No, not a chance.

I've known her for a long time.

She could never do anything like that.

Listen, Roy, I've told my story twice

over. Is it all right if I go home?

All right.

Oh, by the way...

...this yours?

No, I just found it on the floor.

How did it end up in the rubbish?

I stepped on it. It was leaking.

I just threw it away.

Can I go?

Yes, by all means.

I assume you know Adam Towers

was killed.

Why would I know?

Because of Denise.

Denise?

Your wife. Your ex-wife.

I know who she is.

How do you know her?

Adam introduced us a couple of times.

It was all very open. I knew about her,

she knew about me.

Knew what about you?

That I was seeing him too.

The Masters and Johnson guy.

That was him.

So... You were sleeping

with Adam Towers?

Occasionally.

So, of course,

Washburn thinks I killed him.

Why would he think that?

I kill because I'm addicted to risk.

Or to prove that I exist.

I'm not sure which one it is.

I never said you killed anybody.

But you think I did.

You think I killed Kevin, and now

you're wondering if I killed Adam.

Why don't you just ask me?

Or is that too direct for you?

Did you kill him?

If I said I didn't,

would you believe me?

Depends.

On what?

The quality of my performance?

You know what?

I'm glad Adam Towers is dead.

And you should be glad too.

If you're too uptight,

I'll be glad for you.

Whoever killed him did you a favor.

Favor?

If he'd written that article on Cheslav,

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