Basic Instinct 2 Page #5

to kill his girlfriend.

I didn't. That's a lie.

Yes, you did.

You kept saying how you knew

and should have gone to the police.

I didn't know. I sensed. And I told you

that as my wife in confidence.

I didn't think you'd go and repeat it

in bed to some moron reporter.

Do you want to ruin my life, is that it?

You want to ruin my practice?

Your life? Your practice?

Catherine was right,

everything's always about you.

What about me? Adam's dead

and I'm a murder suspect.

Washburn keeps going on about me

not cooperating, like I'm a liar.

I don't know where Adam's notes are.

I'm scared to go home. I'm scared

to go out. I'm going out of my mind.

Be careful about Catherine.

Don't tell me what to do!

Just calm down.

Don't tell me to f***ing calm down!

Hey, come on.

That's my wife, okay?

This is a private conversation.

Get out of my way! Out of my way!

Denise. Oh, Denise!

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on, Denise. Look at me.

Call an ambulance!

Do it now!

Come on. Let's go.

Stay with me. Come on. Stay with me.

Come on. Stay with me.

You have a problem, Michael.

Witnesses say they saw you arguing.

She was crying.

You grabbed her.

She almost fell down.

Five minutes later,

somebody slits her throat.

Also, there are people here who think

you killed Towers.

Towers? Didn't you speak to Michelle?

Yes. But now I'm hearing about this

cigarette lighter with your prints on it.

I just picked that up.

And your ex is in a coma just as she's

to say something inconvenient for you.

I was trying to save her life.

Look, I spoke to Towers' assistant

at Urbane magazine.

He expected Denise to say that you

perjured yourself at Cheslav's inquiry.

She wasn't going to say that.

What was she going to say?

Sorry, guv.

You wait there.

So...

Your ex and Catherine Tramell

were girl buddies. Did you know that?

What do you mean "girl buddies"?

According to Catherine,

they met through Towers and hit it off.

Denise told Catherine that Towers had

been pressuring her...

...into saying that you'd perjured

yourself.

But Denise wasn't having it.

She was going to say you were clean.

You didn't know Cheslav was going to

kill his girlfriend, did you?

In fact, it came

as a complete surprise, didn't it?

- Of course she's lying.

- How do you know?

Everything that comes out of her is a

lie. Even the truth's a lie with her.

It's her way of getting you to think

what she wants you to think.

That's her art. The art of mind-f***ing.

She might be a talented writer.

When it comes to mind-f***ing,

she's the all-time genius.

She really got to you, didn't she?

What do you mean?

What did she tell you about me?

Well, what is there to tell?

Don't play games with me.

She can pull it off, you can't.

Where are you going?

Someplace else. Unless

you have evidence to charge me.

Do you?

I didn't think so.

He let you go, finally.

I was worried.

You lied to Washburn for me. Why?

I knew you hadn't hurt Denise.

How could you know that?

Because I know you.

And I know the cops were keeping you

just to play some kind of game.

What, like getting me

to talk about you?

Yeah, but you wouldn't do that,

because you're into confidentiality.

Why were you meeting with Denise?

Research for my novel.

Research.

About what?

About you.

And Cheslav, the masked psychotic.

The analyst in my book is obsessed

with that sort of thing.

Washburn thinks

that you slit Denise's throat.

Me? You're the one that hated her.

Maybe I'm acting out

your unconscious impulses.

Stop it!

Do you think it's possible that

you want me to be the killer?

You know, how some guys

are into blonds...

...and some guys are into killers.

Isn't that what you're into?

Isn't that what turns you on?

Turns me on?

Isn't that why you're over here?

Okay.

I trust you.

You trust me.

Is there somewhere we can talk?

Over there.

Can I guess where you got it?

Let's find out what it is first.

It would be highly improper of me to

accept any evidence in this fashion.

Fine.

It'll take me a few days

to get it analyzed.

You'd have made a good cop, Michael.

You like the smell of blood.

Dr. Glass.

Hold on.

I was just thinking about you.

I might have more

psychiatric evaluations for you.

That's nice, but I'm busy

at the moment.

Oh, that's a pity.

You were so good with Catherine.

She tells me you're very perceptive.

She's very perceptive herself.

I hope Detective Washburn isn't giving

you cause for...

...concern?

What do you mean?

Well, given his past record.

What past record?

I want to talk to you.

Oh, so now you want to talk.

Look, this "Dirtiest Cop in London,"

it doesn't mention him by name.

But this "Detective X,"

is that Roy Washburn?

Is it Washburn?

Excuse me?

Yeah, it's him.

Are you sure?

Adam may have been a sloppy writer,

but he had excellent sources.

What about perjury, intimidation,

falsifying evidence. Is that true?

A policeman fabricating evidence.

But you have proof?

How about Kevin Franks

and the Case of the Killer Orgasm?

When I did Catherine Tramell's

assessment, I read that report.

Those syringes found in the car

contained DTC.

Yeah, well, who found

the syringes in the car?

But why would Washburn do that?

Adam thought he did it to set up

Catherine Tramell.

Why didn't he write about it?

That's the whole point.

He was going to.

Then he got killed.

I owe you an apology.

About Roy Washburn. L...

I don't like apologies.

I also don't like people stealing things

from my apartment.

The insulin? In case you haven't had it

analyzed yet.

Insulin?

My friend's diabetic.

Let yourself out, doctor.

Hello, Michael.

What do you want?

I got the lab analysis back.

D-Tubocurarine. Funny that.

You're sure it's not insulin?

Insulin?

No.

Can I see the report?

You've got some trust issues there.

You might want to work on that.

This isn't an official

Forensic Services report.

No. Because an unpreserved or

contaminated chain of evidence...

...will be deemed inadmissible

in a future trial, Inspector Clouseau.

So do you want to tell me

where you found it?

She's not worth it.

People are dying

and I will have her for it.

If you stand in my way,

I'll have you as well.

I can f***ing promise you that.

I've got something to show you.

Get in the car.

Get in!

Medical examiner's on his way.

Hello, guv.

Were you working that night?

No, I don't know.

Did you see or hear

anything suspicious yesterday?

Not yesterday. No.

- Nothing?

- No.

How long have you worked here?

Four months.

Four months?

Where were you before that?

Ted.

Hi, guv.

- Remember I talked to Vice earlier and

they said...

Fergie, give me a minute.

Let's go.

Who is he?

Richard Pepovic.

Known to his friends as Dickie Pep.

You know him?

No.

Look at this.

Now, we'll have to wait for the lab

results, of course...

...but what's the betting he's oozing

Tubocurarine?

Now do you want to tell me

who gave you the sample?

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