There's **** stains all over the sheets.
Very impressive.
He got off before he got offed.
Most scenes together: Nick Curran & Dr. Beth Garner (19), Nick Curran & Catherine Tramell (19), Catherine Tramell & Dr. Beth Garner (14)
There's **** stains all over the sheets.
Very impressive.
He got off before he got offed.
What is your problem? I'm trying to help you. Why won't you let me help you?
I don't want your help. I don't need your help.
Yes, you do. Somethin's going on. [pause] You're sleeping with her, aren't you?
What's this interest you've got in her?
My interest is in you, not her. She seduces people. She 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, Beth. You're a practicing psychologist -- you're better at it than she is.
I feel sorry for you, Nick.
Do you have any coke? I just love coke with Jack Daniels.
I have a Pepsi in the fridge.
But it's not really the same thing. Now, is it?
No, it's not.
How does it feel to kill someone?
You tell me.
I don't know, but you do.
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!?
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.
Nah. 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.
My friends call me Catherine.
What did Manny Vasquez call you?
"Bitch," mostly. But he meant it affectionately.
So, how did he die?
He was murdered.
Obviously. How was he murdered?
With an ice pick.
Tell me, Nicky. 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.
Nah. 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.
What are you researching?
A new ending to your book.
Oh really? What's the twist?
Well, the detective falls for the wrong girl, but he doesn't die.
So what happens to them?
They **** like minks, raise rugrats, and live happily ever after.
It won't sell.
Why not?
Somebody has to die.
Why?
Somebody always does.
Did you kill Mr. Boz, Miss Tramell?
I'd have to be pretty stupid to write a book about killing and then kill somebody the way I described it in my book. I'd be announcing myself as the killer. I'm not stupid.
We know you're not stupid, Ms. Tramell
Maybe that’s what you’re counting on to get you off the hook.
Writing the book gives you an alibi.
Yes it does, doesn't it? The answer's no. I didn't kill him.
Would you tell us the nature of your relationship with Mr. Boz?
I had sex with him for about a year and a half. I liked having sex with him. He wasn't afraid of experimenting. I like men like that. Men who give me pleasure. He gave me a lot of pleasure.
You ever engaged in any sadomasochistic activity?
Did you ever tie him up?
No.
You never tied him up.
No Johnny liked to use his hands too much. I like hands and fingers.
You describe a white silk scarf in your book.
I’ve always had a fondness for white silk scarves. they're good are all occasions.
But you said you liked men to use their hands, didn't you?
No, I said I liked Johnny to use his hands. I don’t give any rules, Nick. I go with the flow.
I see two possibilities. One: The person who wrote this book is your murderer and acted out the killing described in ritualistic, literal detail. Two: Someone who wants to harm the writer read the book and enacted the killing described to incriminate her.
What if the writer did it? What are we dealing with?
You're dealing with a devious, diabolical mind. You see, this book had to have been written at least six months, maybe even years before it was published, which means that the writer had to have at least planned the crime in the subconscious, back then. Now the fact that she carried it out indicates psychopathic obsessive behavior in terms not only of the killing itself but also in terms of applied advance defense mechanism.
You know, sometimes I can't tell shit from shinola, Doc. What was all that you just said?
She intended the book to be her alibi.
Correct.
She's going to say: Do you think I'd be dumb enough to kill anyone in the exact way I described in my book? I wouldn't do that because then I'd know I'd be the suspect.
So what if it's not the writer? What if it's, uh, someone who read the book?
You're dealing, then, with someone so obsessed that he or she is willing to kill an irrelevant and innocent victim in order to place the blame on the person who wrote that book. I'm talking about a deep-seated, obsessional hatred and an utter lack of respect for human life.
So we've got a once-in-a-lifetime, top-of-the-line, looney-tooney the way you cut it -- that's what you're saying, right, Doc?
You're dealing with someone very dangerous and very ill.
Did you ever use drugs with Mr. Boz?
Sure.
What kind of drugs?
Cocaine. Have you ever **** on cocaine, Nick?
It's nice.
You like playing games, don't you?
I have a degree in psychology, it goes with the turf... Games are fun.
Everybody she plays with dies.
I know what that's like.