The Intruder Page #5

I just need a gun at home

for self-defense.

Okay, lady.

You go downtown,

to police headquarters,

apply for

a permit.

If and when you get one,

I'll be happy to supply you

with anything you need. Okay?

If and when.

The reason I'm late...

I went to buy a gun.

Did you get one?

No.

So it's come to that, has it?

I'm scared.

What happened to Daisy

has something to do with Stella.

S is for suicide.

I don't know.

I feel something,

some kind of hatred in the air.

Hatred?

There are times that it presses

around me like a fog.

You mean Stella hates you? Stella

who's never met you, who's dead?

I know it sounds crazy,

but I think Stella's alive.

You don't mean that literally.

- Yes I do.

- So let me get this right.

You think everyone's lied

about her death?

Even me?

I think that a woman died.

A woman was shot,

maybe by an intruder, maybe not.

But the woman who died wasn't

Stella.

Stella's around here somewhere,

I know it.

Catherine, calm down.

This is madness.

Is it? I don't think so.

For starters,

she has a key to the loft.

She comes in,

even with the locks changed.

There's one thing.

Stella had a sister.

A sister?

A twin.

It's Nancy Brook.

She lives down in the suburbs.

Here's her address and her...

phone number.

Why don't you check with her?

I will.

Don't look at me like that.

I'll be all right,

if only I can protect myself.

From what?

Lend me your gun.

- My gun?

- The one you keep

in your bathroom cupboard.

It's a 9 mm. I bought it

a couple months ago in Germany.

It's never been fired.

- I have a permit for it.

- It's heavy.

You trust me with this?

I trust you not to shoot yourself.

- Daisy was not suicidal.

- Catherine,

Daisy was always unstable.

Upset, yes. Unstable, no.

Do you think I'm unstable?

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Let me give you

some more of my instability.

You know Stella kept a diary.

- Yeah, so?

- She had evidence of another woman.

And you kept telling her

that she was imagining things.

And she was!

She saw someone.

A woman with dark hair,

- in bed with you.

- Okay.

It's true, okay?

Stella was jealous,

yes, crazy jealous.

She was jealous of everybody.

It was like a disease.

But she never seemed

to get any better.

I remember one night coming back

from a recording studio,

she comes up and she starts...

smelling my clothing looking for

any trace of another woman.

Who was she, Nick?

There was no one!

Oh, but there was.

On the night of Stella's so-called

death, there was an intruder,

a woman, and now

there's another intruder.

- What are you talking about?

- That this time

it's Stella, and don't tell me

she's dead because she isn't.

Nancy?

- Nancy Brook?

- You must be Catherine.

Are you saying that

the guy who killed your friend

was the same guy

who killed my sister?

It wasn't a guy.

A woman?

Nancy, did Stella ever talk to you

about having enemies?

Although we were twins,

we were never very close.

Well, after we grew up.

We shared a boyfriend once.

Shared?

Put it this way:

She tried to steal him from me.

She was so jealous.

After she got married

the first time...

The first time?

Yeah, you know, to the guy

she married before Nick.

He didn't tell you?

That's Nick for you.

Does Stella's first husband

live out here?

No, he's got a little camera-rental

company back in the city.

Stella was too young

for Larry anyway.

- Larry?

- Jaffe.

Larry Jaffe.

The way he played around

drove her nuts.

Sometimes I used to think

Stella got married to Nick

just to get back at Larry.

The fact is, he and Stella

stayed pretty close.

Listen, I wouldn't worry too much

about this diary thing.

I mean, Stella was always

making up stuff.

She was a very passionate person.

Always falling in and out of love.

I don't think she made anything up.

Does Nick know you're here?

This is between you and me,

Mr. Jaffe.

Larry.

Stella was seeing another man.

- Hey, slow down, Mrs. Girard.

- Why should I?

I heard you like fast women.

They're my preference.

Who was she seeing?

Did she tell you?

Someone called Buddy.

Buddy.

Does he have a last name?

Friend of Nick's, she said.

They weren't sleeping together,

if that's what you're thinking.

I think he was just someone

she used to confide in.

When she wasn't here with me,

of course.

Thanks for your help, Barry.

Larry.

If you're ever thinking

- of dropping by...

- I just did.

Catherine!

What's going on?

Where have you been?

All my stuff!

Who do you think did this?

- Charlie.

- Charlie? What are you saying?

- Badge!

- Stop it, Catherine!

The maintenance man, or Daisy.

Daisy is dead!

How about Stella?

What about you?

Are you crazy? Do you think

I'd mess up my own things?

Nick, listen to me.

She did it.

What "she" are you talking about?

What "she" do you think?

I think maybe that "she"

is you.

F*** you!

It's here.

- What is?

- The diary.

Stella's diary is here.

- This is the book?

- Yes.

I told you.

Catherine, I've never seen

this book before.

"I had my hair done, a new style

which I knew Buddy would love."

I still don't know who Buddy is.

- You must know.

- No, I'm not lying to you.

"I saw them.

They were all over each other.

Her hair was spread across

my pillow.

At first I couldn't watch,

and when I finally looked again

she was gone."

She's been here again.

She left her dress on the bed

to taunt me.

Oh my God.

This wasn't in here before.

What are you talking about?

I'm telling you,

the diary stopped before this.

This is a new entry.

And these.

Nick's little friend

keeps getting in here.

When I was brushing

my hair, I realized it was

her brush I was holding in my hand.

A strange cat got in here.

I ran out to tell Buddy,

but he wasn't home.

When I came back,

everything seemed different.

She'd put flowers everywhere.

She and Nick

are trying to drive me insane.

You're sure it's her writing?

I'm sure it is.

But this can't be.

She's got a friend called Daisy.

I meant to scare her,

- she backed away...

- Stella killed Daisy!

- Stella is dead.

- Now the only one to get rid of...

is Catherine.

Oh my God, Nick, she's written

my name.

I'm so sorry, Catherine.

I'm so sorry

I did not believe you.

This can't be, but it is.

I knew it.

Nick, we've got

to get out of here.

Why don't you go ahead

to the Servello Hotel.

I'll pack a few things.

Charlie, we found it.

Found what?

Stella's diary.

It was back in the apartment.

She mentions me by name.

Do you understand?

She's still writing it!

I want to know,

who's Buddy?

Look, I have to talk to Nick.

No more lies, Charlie.

I know who Buddy is.

Catherine...

Look out!

Charlie!

No, Charlie!

Charlie.

Can you talk?

Buddy...

Buddy was me.

I know.

What do you mean,

she hasn't checked in?

She should have been here

an hour ago.

Look, I'm really sorry,

Mr. Girard.

Sorry, ma'am, you can't use

that cell phone in here.

Why not?

It could interfere with

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