Basic Instinct Page #4

No, please.

- Who?|- It's Nilson.

What do you want, Curran?

You sold her my file, didn't you?

Who are you talking about?

Catherine Tramell.|How much did she pay you?

Hey, Curran, come on!|Damn it, stop it!

How much?

Hey, back off!|Back off, Curran!

Nice and easy now.|Nice and easy.

You f***ed yourself, shooter.|You hear me? You are out!

- Curran, take it easy.|- You are out!

Save it, save it.

- What's going down, Hoss?|- Nothing. I'll be okay.

- They're gonna want your badge.|- I'm tired of being played with.

You got a real conclusive way|of demonstrating that.

She knows where I live and breathe.

She's coming after me, Gus.

What is it you got between you?

- I don't know.|- Something, though.

Something.

He's short with no hair.

Nick, are you there?

Go away, Beth.|I don't want to see you.

I still have my key.

Put them on the table and leave.

Put them on the goddamn table|and leave!

Damn it! Don't shove me out!|You owe me more than that!

I don't owe you anything!

And you don't owe me anything.

We went to bed, what, 10, 15 times?

It wasn't memorable enough|to carry an obligation.

Sometimes I really hate you.

Why don't you get yourself|some friendly little therapist...

to work out|some of that hostility?

And maybe you can get off|once in a while.

Are you nuts?

I'm sorry.

I don't usually act like that.

How could you give him my file?

I had to!

He was going to recommend|your discharge from the force.

He didn't buy my evaluation.|He said I wasn't objective.

So I made a deal with him|to review the session notes himself.

I didn't think he'd|show them to anybody.

- You did it for me?|- Yes.

I care about you.|I did it for you.

Go away.|Please, just go away.

Yo.

I'm on my way.

One shot. Close range.|Probably a.38 caliber revolver.

Give me your gun, Nick.

You think that...

I don't, Hoss.|But I got the minority opinion.

Okay, I went after him!|I lost my temper.

Do you have any evidence that he showed|your psychiatric file to anyone?

We'll speak with you|afterwards, Dr. Garner.

- I'd like to sit in.|- I'd really rather wait...

It's all right if Dr. Garner sits in,|if Detective Curran doesn't object.

- Where were you last night?|- Home, watching TV.

All night?

Yes, all night.

Were you drinking?

Yeah, I was drinking.

- When did you start drinking again?|- A couple of days ago.

I saw Detective Curran|at his apartment about 10:00 last night.

He was sober and lucid.

I asked him, in my capacity|as his departmental therapist...

about his altercation|with Lieutenant Nilsen.

He expressed regret|and displayed no hostility.

- How long were you at his apartment?|- About 15 minutes.

I saw there was no reason|for my concern and left.

There's no smoking|in this building, Detective.

What are you gonna do?|Charge me with smoking?

Oh, for Christ's... All right, Nick,|I'm gonna ask you this just once.

For the record,|did you kill Marty Nilsen?

No.

I'm gonna storm into his office|in front of everybody...

in the middle of the day|and kill him that night?

I'm not that dumb.

Going after him before gets you off the|hook for killing him. That's your alibi.

Like writing a book about killing a guy|gets you off the hook for killing him.

Good point.

What are you talking about?

- A private joke, a**hole.|- I don't think it's funny.

You're going on leave...

pending the outcome|of a psychiatric evaluation.

I'll get my stuff in a minute.

Thank you.

It's the least I could do.

Considering I got you into this mess|with those reports.

No, I mean it.|Thank you.

How do you know Catherine Tramell|saw your file?

She knows things about me|that I only told you.

She must really be something.

From a clinical point of view.

- What was she like in school?|- I hardly knew her.

She gave me the creeps.

I don't know why.

Get some rest.|Promise?

- I didn't mean what I said about...|- Yes, you did.

I'm a big girl.|I can handle it.

- You take care of yourself.|- What'd you find out about the parents?

No lead, man.

You're on psycho leave.|I'm talking to a possible wacko!

You know I'm wacko.|What'd you find out?

The boat blew.|There was a leak in the fuel line.

There were two previous repairs|and a five mil policy on both of them.

A real heavy investigation|but they got zilch.

Big goose egg.|It was an "accident."

I.A.'s gonna talk to you about Nilsen.|They're handling the investigation.

Stay in touch with Dr. Garner.|It'll help on the evaluation.

She killed him.

Beth? Now you've got|Beth killing people?

Catherine Tramell.|It's part of her game.

First you got her stealing your file,|now she's killing Nilsen?

Forget about her!|Go somewhere, sit in the sun.

- Get her the hell out of your system!|- You don't buy it, do you?

She knew nobody'd buy it.

She knew I'd say she did it|and nobody'd buy it!

She is screwing with your head!|Stay away from her!

I heard what happened.

What good's a shooter|without his gun?

- How exactly did you find out?|- I have attorneys.

They have friends.|I have friends.

Money buys a lot|of attorneys and friends.

I wouldn't know about that.|I don't have any money...

I don't have any attorneys,|and Gus is my only real friend.

I wasn't talking about real friends.

Why doesn't Gus like me?

I like you.

- You do?|- Yes.

You want to go upstairs|and have a drink?

I didn't think you'd ask me.

I guess you don't know|your character that well.

Maybe, but I'm learning.

Pretty soon I'll know you better|than you know yourself.

- Don't be so sure.|- Why not?

- I'm very unpredictable.|- Unpredictable?

You should put some warmth|into the place.

You don't want it|to reflect your personality.

I'm not trying to fool anybody.

Jack Daniels all right?|It's going to have to be.

- Ice?|- Great.

I was expecting you.

K-Mart.|A buck, sixty-five.

Why don't you let me|do this for you.

You like watching me do it,|don't you?

Could I have a cigarette too, please?

I told you|you'd start smoking again.

Would you light it for me?

Thanks.

So how much did you pay Nilsen|for my file?

Isn't he the policeman|that you shot, shooter?

What if I ask you|not to call me "shooter"?

Okay.|How about if I call you Nicky?

My wife used to call me Nicky.

Yeah, I know.|I like it.

Cheers.|My friend call me Catherine.

What did Manny Vasquez call you?

B*tch, mostly.

But he meant it affectionately.

Do you have any coke?

I just love coke|with Jack Daniels.

Got a Pepsi in the fridge.

It's not really the same thing now,|is it?

No, it's not.

So where's this going?

What do you want from me?

Say, "what do you want from me,|Catherine?"

What the f*** do you want|from me, Catherine?

Brought you something.

Aren't you going to say thank-you?

- What's it about?|- It's about a boy who kills his parents.

They have a play,|and he makes it look like an accident.

Why did he do that?

To see if he could|get away with it.

When did you write this?

You mean,|did I write it before my parents died?

No.|I wrote it years afterwards.

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