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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 the writer must have planned|the crime in the subconscious back then.

Now, the fact|that she carried it out...

indicates psychopathic|obsessive behavior...

in terms not only|of the killing itself...

but also in terms of the applied|advance defense mechanism.

Sometimes I can't tell|sh*t from shinola, Doc.

What was all that you just said?

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

She's going to 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|I know I'd be the suspect.

So, what if it's not the writer?|What if it's someone who read the book?

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-seated|obsessional hatred...

and an utter lack of respect|for human life.

So, we got a once in a lifetime,|top of the line looney-tuney.

That's what you're saying,|right, Doc?

You're dealing with someone|very dangerous...

and very ill.

You know there's no case here.|You've got no physical evidence.

She hasn't got an alibi.

She hasn't got a motive, either.|Believe me...

her defense would just beat us to death|with this copycat thing.

Anybody who read the book|could have done it.

- What do you want to do now? Nothing?|- We call her in for questioning.

She's got enough money|to burn the department down...

She was the last person|seen with the guy.

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 taxpayers' 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:

Takes one to know one.

Miss Tramell, we'd like you to come|downtown to answer a few questions.

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.

Make yourselves comfortable.|I'll be right back.

- Hey, Gus.|- Hmm?

- So, how long is this gonna take?|- I don't know.

Do you always keep|old newspapers around?

Only when they make|interesting reading.

- I'm ready.|- You have the right to an attorney.

Why would I need an attorney?

- Do you have a cigarette?|- I don't smoke.

Yes, you do.

- I quit.|- Congratulations.

I 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.

- 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 up believable stuff.|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.

I'm John Carreli, Miss Tramell,|assistant district attorney.

I have to inform you|this session's being taped.

- This is Captain Tallcott.|- My pleasure.

- And Lieutenant Walker.|- Hi.

- Can we get you a cup of coffee?|- No, thank you.

Are your attorneys|going to join us?

Miss Tramell has waived|her rights to an attorney.

Did I miss something?

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

Why have you waived your right|to an attorney, Miss 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's no smoking|in this building.

What are you gonna 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.

I like men like that.

Men who give me pleasure.

He gave me a lot of pleasure.

You ever engage in any|sadomasochistic activity?

Exactly what did you have|in mind, Mr. Carreli?

- 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 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, 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,|Miss Tramell?

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

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

Writing the book gives you an alibi.

Yes, it does.

The answer's no.|I didn't kill him.

- Do you use drugs, Miss Tramell?|- Sometimes.

- Did you ever use drugs with Mr. Boz?|- Sure.

What kind of drugs?

Cocaine.

Have you ever f***ed|on cocaine, Nick?

It's nice.

You like playing games, don't you?

I have a degree in psychology.|It goes with the turf.

Games are fun.

What about boxing?|That's a game. Is that fun too?

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

Boxing was fun 'til 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 had read my book|and was playing a game.

- But it didn't hurt?|- No.

- Because you didn't love him?|- That's right.

Even though you were f***ing him?

You still get the pleasure.

Didn't you ever f*** anybody else|when you were married, Nick?

How'd you know he was married?

Maybe I was just guessing.

What difference does it make?

Would you like a cigarette, Nick?

- Do you two know each other?|- 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 and 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.

Do you want me to take|a lie detector test?

Wait here, please.

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't fool the machine.

Trust me. It can be done.

And what makes you|such an expert?

Because I know people|that have done it.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming in, Miss Tramell.|Sorry to inconvenience you.

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