Basic Instinct Page #6

There was this girl...

I met when I was in college.

I slept with her once.

She started following me around,|taking my picture.

She dyed her hair,|copied my clothes.

Lisa...

something, Oberman.

It was awful.

I thought you didn't make confessions.

I never did before.

Another nice girl.

How old was she|when it happened?

Sixteen.

We seal juvenile records|until they're deceased.

That's why you couldn't find it|in your computer.

What was the motive?

She said she didn't know.|Just sort of did it on impulse.

The razor just happened to be there.|That's what she said.

- Help yourself to some coffee.|- Thanks.

I don't understand|what the hell is going on here.

It ain't hard, Hoss.|This young farm girl...

got tired of all that attention|going to her little brothers...

so she fixed them.

Just like old Hazel Dobkins|fixed her whole family.

Except young Roxy, here,|didn't use a wedding present.

She used daddy's razor.

Sure makes you wonder|what they talk about...

when they sit in front|of the campfire at night.

You ever met a friend of hers|that hasn't killed somebody?

Must of beat your ordinary,|every day girl talk.

I'm not sure, anymore, she did it.

Which one we talking about now?

We know Hazel did it.|We know young Roxy did it.

And the other one...

She's got that magna cum laude p*ssy|that fried up your brain.

"Oberman, Mark W.,|Donald M."

Sorry, no "Lisa."

You sure about the year?

Catherine Tramell graduated in '83.

She said Lisa Oberman was here|at the same time.

Yeah, we have Tramell.

But no Lisa Oberman.

Are you sure?|There can't be a mistake?

Only if you're making it, Detective.

Hazel, this is Nick.|I told you all about him.

Nick, this is Hazel Dobkins.

You're the shooter,|aren't you?

How are you?

Fine, thank you.|Can I speak to you for a minute?

Would you wait for me in the car?|I'll be right there.

Good-bye, shooter.

You like to hang out|with murderers, or what?

- You know that Roxy was involved...|- Yes, of course, I knew.

I write about unusual people,|and sometimes when I do my research...

I get involved with them.

It happened with you.

Killing isn't like smoking.

You can quit.

I gotta go.

I promised I'd get her home|by 6:00.

She just loves "America's Most Wanted."

There was no Lisa Oberman|when you were at Berkeley.

What are you doing?|Checking up on me?

For what?|I said "Hoberman."

"Hoberman."|Lisa Hoberman, with an H.

You do?

All right.|Thank you very much.

You know I can get|my butt kicked for this.

- You're not even supposed to be here.|- Come on, Sam.

- This is only gonna take a minute.|- Yeah.

Bring it up.

That's Dr. Garner, isn't it?

Bring up '83.

Come on.

You shouldn't leave your door open.

I didn't.|There's something wrong with my lock.

What do you want?

Tell me about Catherine.

She told you,|didn't she?

What did she tell me?

I slept with her once in school.

I was just a kid.|I was experimenting.

It was just that one time.

She developed a fixation on me.

She styled her hair like mine,|wore the same kind of clothes as I did.

It scared me.

Isn't that what she told you?

She said it was you.

You dressed like her.|You dyed your hair blonde...

I did dye my hair.|It had nothing to do with her.

- I was a redhead for a while too.|- Did you know Noah Goldstein?

- I had him for two classes.|- You saw all the reports.

Phil copied you.|You never said anything!

What am I supposed to say?

"I'm not gay,|but I did f*** your suspect"?

I was embarrassed. It was the only time|I'd been with a woman.

She's really sick, you know.

Do you know what she's doing?

She knows I went to Berkeley.|She knows I knew Noah.

She makes up this story|about me.

She's handing you somebody|who's obsessed with her.

She didn't hand you to me.|She doesn't know who you are.

You told me about a Lisa Hoberman.

She knows you'd find out who Lisa is.|You're a good cop.

She tell you casually?

Make it seem irrelevant?

Did she tell you in bed?

That's what I'd do.

Why'd you change your name?

I got married.|He called me "Beth."

He was on staff|at the clinic in Salinas.

Didn't last long.

Do you really think|that I could kill someone?

I never even met Johnny Boz!

And what about Nilsen?|What motive would I have to kill him?

- You should get that lock fixed.|- God...

She's evil!|She's brilliant!

Did I scare you?

I wanted to surprise you.

- What's wrong?|- I found Lisa Hoberman.

Oh, you did?|What's she doing?

You're not going to tell me|what she's doing.

- I thought we were done playing games.|- I did too.

She said you got it backwards.

She said you styled your hair|like she did.

And you believed her.

I had to go to the campus police|and file a report about her.

I suppose you still think|I kill people too?

Liar.

- Who'd you say you're with?|- Homicide, San Francisco.

Here we go.

Kind of.

There was a report about Lisa Hoberman,|January, 1980.

- But it's out of here.|- Who's got it?

One of your guys.|Nilsen.

- You know him?|- Yeah.

Thanks a lot.

Tell him to bring it back.|He's had it a whole year.

So Nilsen had a report on Beth.|You don't know what was in it.

- Catherine told me what was in it.|- If she's telling you the truth.

Gus, don't you get it?

If Beth killed Johnny Boz|to frame Catherine...

she wouldn't want anybody to know|what happened in Berkeley!

But Nilsen found out about it.|That gives her the motive to kill him.

How did she know Nilsen found out,|if it happened?

He probably asked her!

She'd have to be nuttier|than a 20 pound fruitcake!

She's not the one|who hangs out with multiple murderers!

- You're girlfriend is!|- She's a writer! That's her job!

I don't buy it. There must be somebody|at Berkeley who knows what happened!

I know what happened!|Catherine told me!

- Everything she says has checked out!|- You got tweety birds...

fluttering around in your head!

You think you can f*** like minks,|raise rug rats...

and live happily ever after?

Oh, man!

How'd you get in here?

What's this?

I decided to give you|a second chance.

- I missed you.|- I wasn't gone long enough.

Did you miss me?

No.

Why don't you come over here|and tell me no.

- I've seen them before.|- Yeah?

Well, you might not|see them again.

My book's nearly finished.

My detective's almost dead.

So I've got time|for a last cigarette?

Afterwards.

I've got to do some research|tomorrow morning.

I'm good at research.|I'll help you.

No, thanks.

What are you researching?

Oh...

a new ending to your book.

Oh, really?|What's the twist?

The detective falls|for the wrong girl.

But he doesn't die.

So what happens to him?

They f*** like minks,|raise rug rats...

and live happily ever after.

It won't sell.

Why not?

Somebody has to die.

Why?

Somebody always does.

Morning.|I'm looking for a Dr. Garner.

She doesn't work here anymore.|She's in San Francisco with the police.

Actually, I'm looking for her husband.

- He works here too, doesn't he?|- Dr. Joseph Garner?

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