Basic Instinct Page #5

You wont stop following me around now|just because you're on leave?

Absolutely not.

Good, I'd miss you.

You could get in trouble.|You're not really a cop anymore.

- I'll risk it.|- Why take the risk?

To see if I can|get away with it.

- How's your new book?|- Practically writing itself.

I'll be leaving about midnight,|in case you are going to follow me.

- I'll be at Johnny Boz's club.|- I'll meet you there.

Hi, Gus.

Forgive me for asking, and I don't mean|to belabor the obvious...

but why've you got|your head so far up your ass?

She wants to play.|Fine, I can play.

Everybody she plays with dies.

I know what that's like.

- Hi.|- Hi, baby.

If you don't leave her alone,|I'll kill you.

Let me ask you something, "Rocky."

Man to man.

I think she's|the f*** of the century.

What do you think?

How long you been here?

You like watching,|don't you?

She likes me to watch.

Oh, God.

"The beach|C"

Good morning.

I guess Roxy's|not taking this too well.

She's seen me f***|plenty of guys.

Well, maybe she saw something|she's never seen before.

She's seen everything before.

Honey, I thought I'd seen|everything before.

Did you really think|it was so special?

I told her I thought|it was the f*** of the century.

What do you think?

I thought it was|a pretty good beginning.

What about Roxy?

Is she more fun?

Would you like her|to join us sometime?

- Did she join you and Johnny?|- No, he felt intimidated.

Look what happened to him.

Tell me,|were you frightened last night?

That's the point,|wasn't it?

That's what made it so good.

- You shouldn't play this game.|- Why not? I like it.

You're in over your head.

Maybe, but this is how|I'll catch my killer.

I'm not going to confess all my secrets|just because I have an orgasm.

You won't learn anything|I don't want you to know.

Yes, I will.|Then I'll nail you.

You'll just fall in love with me.

I'm in love with you already.

But I'll nail you anyway.

You can put that in your book.

No

Not that bar again

Oh, I want to know you're the one

And I don't mean the one I regret

The heart's still going

- Thought I'd find you here.|- Where the f*** you been?

- I've been over to your place.|- Easy, cowboy, easy.

- I wasn't there.|- I went over last night too.

Well, I wasn't there either.

You f***ed her.

God damned, dumb son of a b*tch!

You f***ed her!

God damn!|You are one...

dumb son of a b*tch!

Next time, I'll use a rubber.

I don't give|a flying, chili bean fart about that!

- How about it, Harry. How much?|- Thirty-two.

I'm worried about him,|he's worried about rubbers.

You really gotta protect yourself.

What in the hell for?

You think I'm getting any? Sure, I can|get laid by blue haired women!

- I don't like them!|- Don't knock it 'til you tried it!

Feeling better?

I feel fine.

How could you f*** her?

Come on.

You want to die, Hoss?

What is it?|Those tourists?

You still so bad about that, you're|wiggling your way into an ice pick?

Got too many, god damn tourists|coming here anyway!

- Hold it down.|- Plenty more where they came from!

I'm not afraid of her.

Why the hell not?

I don't know.

I'm just not.

That's her p*ssy talking!|It ain't your brain!

Come on.

I.A. Did a track on Lieutenant|Martin D-for-d*ckhead Nilsen.

They found a safety deposit box|with $50,000 in it...

taken out three months ago|and not used since.

That doesn't make any sense.|She didn't know me three months ago.

Maybe it wasn't her|that paid him.

Maybe the money was for something else.|How the f*** do I know?

I'm just an old city cowboy|trying not to fall out of his saddle.

- All right, cowboy?|- Yeah.

Come on.|I'm going to drive you home.

In that little piss-ant car of yours?

Hell, no. I ain't getting|no back pain disability retirement.

I'm gonna get a full pension|and a real gold-plate Seiko watch.

I'm driving you...

You're not driving|my Cadillac car!

I won't let no head-up-his-ass person|drive my Cadillac car!

So long!

You wanna play?|Come on!

Lieutenant!|I got the information.

Get it down here!

You signed your name|to this crock of sh*t?

Why not?|It was an accident.

"Your driving around North Beach|and this car won't get out of the way."

I don't think she meant|to go off the edge.

- Could we have him for a minute?|- No, you can't!

Don't f*** with me on this. I don't need|a reason to put your ass in a sling.

Full name is Roxanne Hardy. Last known|address, Cloverdale, California.

No priors,|no convictions.

Car is registered to Catherine Trammel.

- You knew her!|- I met her at Trammel's house.

All I did was write her name down.

You wrote her name down|and then big surprise...

she rolls her car down a hill|and dies.

- Is that what you're telling me?|- That's all I know.

You know what then?|F*** you!

- I want you at Dr. Garner's office...|- I told you to stay away from Trammel!

You didn't tell me|to stay away from the car!

- I want you at Dr. Garner's office!|- Who are you selling my file to now?

You are out of control, Curran.|You hear me?

Hello, Nick.|This is Dr. Myron...

and Dr. McElwaine.

They've been asked to consult with me|on this psychiatric evaluation.

Sit down.

We understand you're having difficulty|controlling your temper lately.

Only in regard to one person.

Do you think Lieutenant Nilsen|deserved to die?

I didn't know him well enough.

I won't miss him.

When you recollect your childhood...

are your recollections|pleasing to you?

Number one:
I don't remember how often|I jerked off, but it was a lot.

Number two:
I wasn't pissed off|at my dad...

even when I was old enough to know|what he and mom did in the bedroom.

Number three:
I don't look in the toilet|before I flush.

Number four:
I haven't wet my bed|for a long time.

Number five...

why don't the two of you|go f*** yourselves.

I'm out of here.

What's your problem?|I'm trying to help.

- Why won't you let me?|- I don't want your help!

- I don't need it.|- Yes, you do!

Something's going on.

You're sleeping with her,|aren't you?

- Why are you interested in her?|- My interest is in you, not her.

She seduces and manipulates people.

- She'll do anything she can...|- I thought you hardly knew her?

- I know the type. I'm a psychologist.|- That means...

you manipulate people too!

You're a practicing psychologist.

You're better at it than she is!

I feel sorry for you!

I should have known.

I came in to the house.

When we were down on the beach...

she looked at me so strangely.

She left right after you.

I...

I shouldn't have let her|watch us.

She wanted to watch me|all the time.

She tried to kill you,|didn't she?

- Did you like her to watch you?|- You think I told her to kill you?

No.

Everybody that I care about...

dies.

Make love to me.

You think she killed Johnny Boz?

For what,|to set me up?

She loved me.|She wouldn't frame me.

- Maybe she got jealous of Johnny too.|- No, she didn't.

She'd never get jealous before.

She got excited.

I don't have luck with women.

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