Basic Instinct 2 Page #7

He's going to kill me

and say you did it.

No. No, this is all f***ed up.

You don't know what you're doing.

Give me the gun. He's going to kill me.

You...!

Go ahead, then, baby.

Whatever she told you, she's lying.

Kill her!

It's the only chance you've got.

Let go of the gun!

Clear the weapon!

- Stay still!

- Get off me!

Stop struggling! Stop struggling!

Stay down! I'm telling you

to stay down. Okay?! Stay down!

Get the cuffs on him.

- Call an ambulance!

- Keep still!

Call an ambulance!

Stay down!

Calm down! Calm down!

Nighttime! Nighttime!

You'll be home soon.

Hello, Michael.

I brought you a present.

I know you read an earlier draft.

But you gave me a better ending.

So, thank you.

Would you like me to tell you the plot?

It's about an American.

A blond.

A novelist.

People around her just keep dying.

But the question is:

Who's killing them?

Is the beautiful blond novelist

a serial killer?

Or is it the crooked cop?

Her analyst isn't sure.

But he goes crazy trying to find out.

But that's just half the story.

There's a twist.

You see, the novelist

never really killed anybody.

And neither did the cop.

The real killer all along...

...was the shrink.

Yeah, from the moment he saw her...

...he knew she was the smoke screen

he was looking for.

His best opportunity to get even.

First...

...he'd deal with that scumbag

journalist.

You see, you don't just go around

stealing another man's wife.

It's humiliating.

Not that she was a complete innocent.

That weekend slut.

Jesus, how could she

let that sleazebag touch her?

It's hurtful.

And there's some hurts

you don't just get over.

Jealousy.

Jealousy can make us do crazy things.

But getting away with it...

...that was genius.

"Unfit to stand trial."

No prison for him,

just a happy ending...

...in a quiet, sunlit, peaceful

psychiatric institute.

Of course, that could all be a fiction.

He might really be insane.

Come back soon, baby.

I miss you.

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