The Intruder Page #6

the hospital instruments.

Please, switch it off.

Stella...

No, it's me, Catherine.

I was in love with her.

She was...

she was one woman with...

Nick, but with me... she...

Yes?

When she died...

I couldn't take it...

I was obsessed with work.

Charlie, take it easy.

Stella...

Stella doesn't...

understand.

It's up to me, isn't it?

I've got to tell her

what's happening.

Oh, Mrs. Girard. It's you.

You'll have to walk up.

The electricity's out again.

- Can I take your flashlight?

- Sure.

Are you okay?

For God's sake, Catherine,

turn your phone on.

Stella.

I know you can hear me.

Stella!

Stella!

Stella.

I've been waiting for you.

It's you.

You thought I was away,

didn't you?

I knew it was you.

Why are you doing this to me?

This is my home. My husband.

Get out,

- you b*tch.

- Listen to me.

You've been messing with my diary.

Just like your friend Daisy.

Did you have to kill her?

It was an accident.

She got scared, she fell.

Stella, don't you see?

We both belong here,

but in different times.

This is our home,

our husband.

What are you talking about?

Buddy explained it to me.

He believes there's a way to bring

things forward from the past

into the future.

You and I, we're both living

in different moments in time.

It's an accident.

It wasn't supposed to happen.

What bullshit!

Nick is mine, he's my husband!

And I'm warning you,

I won't give him up.

I'd rather die.

You did die.

I'm here, look at me!

If I died, how did I die?

You were murdered.

By who?

I don't know.

How long did you and Nick

think I'd put up with this?

Nick is my husband now.

I love him.

You don't know what love is.

You're not going to scare me,

not like Daisy.

She stole Buddy from me,

you stole Nick. Now get out!

Catherine?

What's going on, Catherine?

What are you doing?

Stella.

Stella?

Over there.

Where, Catherine?

She's right there.

See?

Nonsense, Ms. Girard.

Your whole story is nonsense.

It's the truth.

- I've arranged for a psychiatrist.

- What?

If we can prove you've been

under severe stress...

You're wasting your time with

the psychiatric crap, Lieberman.

We're going for murder one.

You're saying I'm crazy?

All I'm saying is a quiet period of

time in a comfortable hospital

- is a lot better than...

- You don't believe me either!

Of course I believe you.

Catherine Girard,

I'm charging you with

the murder of Stella Girard.

You have the right

to remain silent.

- You also have the right to...

- Silent?

Silent?

You want me to remain silent?

- What the hell are you saying?

- Sit down, Ms. Girard.

I won't sit down! And I won't

take any more crap from you.

- I told you nothing but the truth.

- Catherine, please.

Shut up!

If you'd taken any trouble at all,

you'd have found that the gun

wasn't even registered last year.

We know that, Ms. Girard.

It's on the data base.

But half the guns in this city

aren't registered at all.

- Now sit down.

- You checked the data base?

- Is that all?

- It's enough.

It's a 9mm.

I bought it a couple months ago

- in Germany.

- You know when it was registered,

but do you know when it was bought?

Or where? I'll tell you.

The gun was brand new

a couple of months ago.

It had never been fired.

Badge Mller keeps

very thorough records.

And what about German

export papers?

Papers that will show

the exact date this year

when the gun was made

and imported?

Export papers. From Germany.

Badge Mller buys everything

on her gold card.

She keeps all her

gold card transactions.

The serial number of the gun

will be on her credit card records,

on microfilm. Check it out!

Book her!

You're free to go, Mrs. Girard.

- What?

- For the time being.

Look, we've located the microfilm.

Mrs. Mller's credit card record

for the purchase of the gun.

The serial number matches up

with the sales slips.

The dates indicate that the gun was

bought new, this year, in Germany.

At least you checked something.

Yeah? And meanwhile your lawyer

checked up on the Montauk Project.

- And?

- It's nonsense and you know that!

It's the truth.

Your lawyer couldn't find

a goddamn thing.

The Navy has no record of

any such project in any form.

- But...

- Nothing!

You're lucky I don't bring a charge

against you for wasting police time.

What are you saying?

Making a false confession lady,

is a serious offense.

Take it from me.

We won't believe anything

you've got to say in the future.

Get her out of here.

How did you ever come up with it?

I mean, the whole gun thing.

- I had lots of time to think.

- It was brilliant.

- I've got to go to the toilet.

- Yeah.

The police are never going

to believe the truth, are they?

Does it really matter?

You and I are together,

we're safe.

How's Charlie?

Did you talk to him?

Catherine, Charlie didn't make it.

I'm sorry.

I'm so happy here.

This is the life I wanted.

Just the two of us.

And now,

we can forget about the past.

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