Basic Instinct 2 Page #6

You don't know she did it.

No.

But then again, maybe I killed him.

Isn't that what she's gonna tell you?

He had something on me,

so I killed him.

Then I jerked him off

even though he was dead...

...to make it look like

there was come everywhere...

...to make it look like it was her.

Look, Towers was right about me,

I put them away whatever it takes.

So, fine, don't trust me.

You know Catherine better than me.

If you have five seconds

when you're not dizzy...

...with the smell of her p*ssy,

ask yourself:
Do you trust her?

Do you?

She's George Cheslav, times three.

We both know it.

The question is:

How do we put her away?

If you tell the courts that she's made a

direct threat against someone...

But she hasn't.

If you say she did, and that got her put

on a psych ward...

...stopped her from killing again,

wouldn't that be worth it?

Some kind of redemption

for Cheslav at last?

Look, I'm prejudiced.

Don't take my word for it.

Talk to this guy.

Listen to him.

Lieutenant Walker. It's Michael.

Look, thanks for talking to me.

It's just that I did an evaluation

of Miss Tramell...

Darkness had fallen and even before

the buzzer sounded...

... Kelly knew it would be the doctor.

He'd come to accuse her

of more crimes.

They'd fight about that

and then have sex...

... and everything would be

all right again.

Except it wouldn't be...

... if he didn't trust her.

Hi, handsome.

My new novel.

I'm anxious to hear

what you think about it.

I've been speaking

to Lieutenant Phil Walker...

...the San Francisco

Police Department.

Paranoid Phil.

Now there's a blast from the past.

He said you murdered a Johnny Boz

and two detectives in San Francisco.

I was never even charged.

Grand jury said that Nick Curran's

girlfriend did it.

I'm going to take a Jacuzzi.

Care to join me?

All right, all right.

I killed Johnny Boz.

Why?

I didn't like him.

For the money.

To see if I could get away with it.

To show that death

really isn't very important.

Because I was bored.

And you know how I hate being bored.

What about Denise, huh?

Adam Towers?

Adam was insufferable.

And you are something special.

Adam was trying to ruin you just

out of spite, and I couldn't bear it.

This is wonderful.

Denise.

Denise... Denise was good in bed.

Denise would have spoiled

everything I'd accomplished...

...by killing Adam Towers.

God, you can't tell the truth

about anything, can you?

You don't believe me

when I say I did it.

You don't believe me

when I say I didn't do it.

What is the point

of talking to you, anyway?

Oh, come on.

Why don't you take your clothes off

and get in, huh?

This is worse than Cheslav, isn't it?

This time you knew

right from the start what I was.

And you let it happen again,

didn't you?

It's almost like you

killed them yourself.

Who do you think

I'm going to kill next?

Come on.

You can figure it out.

Kelly met the analyst during her little

stay at Holloway Prison.

His eyes were

a beautiful shade of blue.

Did Kelly trust the doctor?

Did she mean it

when she told him she wanted help?

Even she wasn't sure.

If things went well,

then she meant it.

If not, she didn't.

That way, she'd be protected.

She remembered the first time

she met Irena...

... at the party in Bloomsbury.

She felt a deep affinity

for the older woman.

As if the two of them leaning against

the wall, silently smoking...

The next time they saw each other...

... only brought

the two women even closer.

Even as Dr. Green watched them

through the window...

... looking for any sign of conspiracy.

Kelly found herself opening up,

trusting the older woman...

... revealing things about herself...

Yes, Kelly thought. She liked Irena.

She was trustworthy, intelligent,

beautiful, dignified.

It was a pity

Kelly was going to have to kill her.

She dressed carefully.

She liked to be well-dressed

when she killed.

Killing Irena and telling Dr. Green

she was planning to do it...

... that was the riskiest thing

she could do.

Come on, Milena.

Come on, Milena, answer the phone

It's Michael Glass here. Can you call

me as soon as you get this message?

As much as Kelly hated her shrink...

... she also loved him.

She took a last glance at herself

in the mirror.

Irena deserved a good death.

And Kelly would give it to her.

Hello, this is Roy Washburn,

please leave a message.

Roy. It's Michael Glass.

Come as soon as you can.

I think Catherine is going to kill

Milena Gardosh.

It was almost midnight by the time

Dr. Green got to Hampstead.

What is it?

Thank God.

Listen, we don't have much time.

You're in danger.

She's going to try and kill you.

What? Who's trying to kill me?

Catherine.

I thought I could help her

but I was wrong.

I'll try and get her sectioned.

It's the only thing that'll stop her.

I've already spoken to Catherine.

She's very upset. You terrified her.

I terrified her? She's a murderer.

She's already admitted it.

For chrissake,

you had sex with your patient.

You assaulted her.

She nearly drowned.

You've broken the law, not to mention

the ethical canon of our profession.

It wasn't like that.

Michael, listen to me, please.

You're not well.

You're the one who needs help.

I've spoken to Gerst...

...and he thinks that if you volunteer

for a 28-day observation...

...you might be able to avoid

criminal charges.

However, they will have to

revoke your license.

I'm sorry.

She's right.

It's for your own good, Michael.

She asked me

to take over her treatment.

She's my patient now.

Please, don't.

You've no idea what

you're getting into.

Tell her the truth.

Tell her the truth.

I'll make you tell her the truth.

God.

Come on.

She's right, you know.

You really do need help.

B*tch.

So, what's this about?

Protection.

Oh, yeah? From who?

Washburn.

Go ahead.

Kelly Lash kills Irena,

Dr. Green's colleague.

No, I read your book.

So you just rushed right over here

to save her?

It's just a story, doctor.

Or maybe I really am omnipotent.

Congratulations,

the control freak finally lets go.

This is what you wanted from the start,

wasn't it? To ruin me, to f*** me up!

Feels good, doesn't it?

No more "I should've stopped Cheslav

from killing his girlfriend."

No more whining over nothing.

- It wasn't over nothing.

- Yes, it was.

Cheslav did not kill his girlfriend.

Washburn did.

Washburn?

What do you think Adam Towers was

writing about when he was killed?

You're lying.

You're a lying f***ing b*tch.

Sure I am,

if it makes it easier for you.

Why? Why would he kill

the girlfriend?

To nail Cheslav.

That's right.

Your seven years of hell.

Your meltdown.

Your divorce.

Just so your good friend Roy

could nail a drug dealer.

Don't take it so hard.

Even Oedipus

didn't see his mother coming.

It's Roy Washburn.

Give me the gun. Give me the gun!

F*** off!

Give me the gun! He knows I've got

Towers' notes. He wants me dead.

Open the door!

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