Basic Instinct Page #7

- She married?|- You know him?

He died about|five or six years ago.

- How did he die?|- He was shot.

Thank you.

He was walking home from work.

He only lived|a couple of blocks from the clinic.

Somebody just drove by|and shot him.

- What was the murder weapon?|- Revolver,.38. Unrecovered.

- Watch yourself.|- Were there any suspects?

No suspects, no motive.|Unsolved.

Was his wife ever a suspect?

One of your guys|was down here from Frisco a year ago.

He was asking|the same, exact thing.

You mind telling me|what's going on?

Routine.

That's exactly what he said.

Now I got two of you guys|telling me it's "routine."

You remember what|the other guy's name was?

No. I can't really say that I do.

Nilsen?

Yeah. That was it.

- So was she ever a suspect?|- No.

There was some talk.

But it never panned out.

- What kind of talk?|- Girlfriend.

He had a girlfriend?

No.

She did.

But like I said,|it never panned out.

- Thank you.|- Hope that helped you out.

Yes, you did.|You sure did.

I missed you.

I finished my research.

- I finished my book.|- So how does it end?

I told you.

She kills him.

Good-bye, Nick.

Good-bye?

Yeah. I finished my book.

Didn't you hear me?

Your character's dead.

Good-bye.

What do you want, flowers?

I'll send you|an autographed copy.

What is this,|some kind of joke?

You playing a game here?

The games are over.

You were right.

It was the f*** of the century,|shooter.

I'll be right there.

Catherine Tramell's roommate,|freshman year?

I just got a call from her.|She's in Oakland. Come on!

I've been phoning people|from her dorm all day.

She must've heard|I was trying to reach her.

Says she knows all about|Catherine and Lisa Hoberman.

You feeling okay?

Here's something else.

Johnny Boz's psychiatrist|has an office on Van Ness.

Guess who he shares space with?

Dr. Elizabeth Garner.

What in the hell's|the matter with you?

I'll be in suite 405.

- Where the hell you going?|- I'm going with you.

You're on leave, Hoss.

It ain't gonna take long.

Freeze!

What are you doing here?

Put your f***ing hands up!

I got a message|to meet Gus here.

- Where is he?|- Don't you move!

I know about your husband!|You still like girls, Beth?

- What?|- Take you hands out of your pocket!

- Take them out!|- What's wrong with you?

Take them out!

I loved you.

Oh, God!

What made you think|she had a gun?

What was she doing here?|What was Gus doing here?

Lieutenant.

One of ours.

Jesus.

We'll have to check Beth's apartment.

Thirty-eight caliber revolver.

In the bookcase,|behind some books.

Have ballistics check it for Nilsen.

Lieutenant.|You better come in here.

I guess that's it.

Definitely not. We feel all the evidence|points to Dr. Elizabeth Garner.

We checked.|It's her size.

She probably heard you on the stairway|and dumped this stuff.

There's no suite 405.

Catherine Tramell's|freshman roommate is dead.

She died of leukemia two years ago.

- Here's a fax of her death certificate.|- What about Salinas?

Yeah, hold on.|Jack!

Did you check Nilsen's office|for any files on Beth Garner?

No police report from Berkeley.|Nothing at all about Salinas.

I'm back.

Great.

Ballistics says the.38 we found|in her apartment was used on Nilsen.

No registration.|They're checking with Salinas.

The ice pick was the same brand|and model as the Boz weapon.

Checked the tape machines|at Dr. Garner's apartment and office...

both here and the one on Van Ness.

There's no message from Gus|on any of them.

The tape in her apartment|was unused.

Johnny Boz's psychiatrist says|he thinks he remembers...

Dr. Garner and Boz meeting|at a Christmas party at his house.

A year ago.

You just can't tell about people,|can you?

Even the ones you think you know|inside and out.

Congratulations, Curran.

I heard about what happened.

On TV.

I can't allow myself|to care about you.

I can't allow myself...

to care.

I don't want to do this.

Please.|I don't want to do this.

I lose everybody.

I don't want to lose you.

What do we do now?

F*** like minks...

raise rug rats|and live happily ever after.

I hate rug rats.

F*** like minks,|forget the rug rats...

and live happily ever after.

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