BASIC INSTINCT
by
JOE ESZTERHAS
INT. A BEDROOM - NIGHT
It is dark; we don't see clearly. a man and woman make love
on a brass bed. There are mirrors on the walls and ceiling.
On a side table, atop a small mirror, lines of cocaine. A
tape deck PLAYS the Stones "Sympathy for the Devil."
Atop him... she straddles his chest... her breasts in his face.
He cups her breasts. She leans down, kisses him...
JOHNNY BOZ is in his late 40's, slim, good-looking. We don't
see the woman's face. She has long blonde hair. The CAMERA
STAYS BEHIND and to the side of them.
She leans close over his face, her tongue in his mouth... she
kisses him... she moves her hands up, holds both of his arms
above his head.
She moves higher atop him... she reaches to the side of the
bed... a white silk scarf is in her hand... her hips above his
face now, moving... slightly, oh-so slightly... his face strains
towards her.
The scarf in her hand... she ties his hands with it...
gently... to the brass bed... his eyes are closed... tighter...
lowering hips into his face... lower... over his chest... his
navel. The SONG plays.
He is inside her... his head arches back... his throat white.
She arches her back... her hips grind... her breasts are high...
Her back arches back... back... her head tilts back... she
extends her arms... the right arm comes down suddenly... the
steel flashes... his throat is white...
He bucks, writhes, bucks, convulses...
It flashes up... it flashes down... and up... and down... and
up... and...
EXT. A BROWNSTONE IN PACIFIC HEIGHTS - MORNING
Winter in San Francisco cold, foggy. Cop cars everywhere.
The lights play through the thick fog. Two Homicide detectives
get out of the car, walk into the house.
NICK CURRAN is 42. Trim, good-looking, a nice suit; a face
urban, edged, shadowed. GUS MORAN is 64. Crew-cut, silver
beard, a suit rumpled and shiny, a hat out of the 50'sa face
worn and ruined the face of a backwoods philosopher.
INT. THE BROWNSTONE
There's money here -- deco, clean, hip -- That looks like a
Picasso on the wall. They check it out.
GUS
Who was this fuckin' guy?
NICK
Rock and roll, Gus. Johnny Boz.
GUS
I never heard of him.
NICK
(grins)
Before your time, pop.
(a beat)
Mid-sixties. Five or six hits.
He's got a club down in the Fillmore
now.
GUS
Not now he don't.
Past the uniformed guys... nods... waves... past the forensic
men... past the coroner's investigators... they get to the
bedroom.
INT. THE BEDROOM
They walk in, stare -- it's messy.
It's like a convention in here. LT. PHIL WALKER, in his 50's,
silver-haired, the Homicide guys; JIM HARRIGAN, late 40's,
puffy, affable; SAM ANDREWS, 30's, black. A CORONER'S MAN is
working the bed.
LT. WALKER
(to Nick and Gus)
You guys know Captain Talcott?
They nod.
GUS
What's the Chief's office doin'
here.
CAPT. TALCOTT
Observing.
LT. WALKER
(to the Coroner's
Guy)
What do you think, Doc?
THE CORONER'S GUY
The skin blanches when I press it --
this kind of color is about right
for six or eight hours.
LT. WALKER
Nobody say anything. The maid
came in an hour ago and found him.
She's not a live-in.
GUS
Maybe the maid did it.
LT. WALKER
She's 54 years old and weighs 240
pounds.
THE CORONER'S GUY
(deadpan)
There are no bruises on his body.
GUS
(grins)
It ain't the maid.
LT. WALKER
He left the club with his girlfriend
about midnight. That's the last
time anybody saw him.
NICK
(looks at body)
What was it?
THE CORONER'S GUY
Ice pick. Left on the coffee table
in the living room. Thin steel
handle. Forensics took it downtown.
HARRIGAN
There's come all over the sheets --
he got off before he got offed.
GUS
(deadpan)
That rules the maid out for sure.
CAPT. TALCOTT
This is sensitive. Mr. Boz was a
major contributor to the mayor's
campaign. He was Chairman of the
Board of the Palace of Fine Arts --
GUS
(to Nick)
I thought you said he was a rock
and roll star.
LT. WALKER
He was a retired rock and roll
star.
CAPT. TALCOTT
A civic-minded, very respectable
rock and roll star.
GUS
What's that over there?
We see the white powder laid out in lines on the small mirror
on the side table.
NICK
(deadpan)
It looks like some civic-minded,
very respectable cocaine to me,
Gus.
CAPT. TALCOTT
(evenly, to Nick)
Listen to me, Curran. I'm going
to get a lot of heat on this. I
don't want any... mistakes.
Nick and Talcott look at each other a beat, then --
NICK
Who's the girlfriend?
Lt. Walker looks at the notepad in his hand.
LT. WALKER
Catherine Tramell, 162 Divisadero.
Nick writes it down. He and Gus turn, leave. Captain Talcott
watches them. He looks disturbed.
INT. THE LIVING ROOM
As they head out --
NICK
Talcott doesn't usually show up at
the office 'till after his 18 holes.
What are they nervous about?
GUS
They're executives. They're nervous
about everything.
LT. WALKER
Nick!
He stops, turns, sees Walker behind them. Walker comes up to
them.
LT. WALKER
(to Nick)
Keep your three o'clock.
NICK
Do you want me to work the case,
Phil, or do you want me to --
LT. WALKER
I said keep it.
EXT. A VICTORIAN ON DIVISADERO - DAY
It is more a mansion than a house. They ring the bell. An
Hispanic MAID answers. They flash their badges.
NICK
I'm Detective Curran, this is
Detective Moran. We're with the
San Francisco Police Department.
We'd like to speak to Ms. Catherine Tramell.
THE MAID
(after a beat, an
accent)
Just moment. Come in.
She leads them into a lavish, beautifully done living room
that offers a sweeping view of the Bay.
THE MAID
Sit, please. Just moment.
They look around, impressed. There is a Picasso on the wall
here, too.
GUS
Ain't that cute? They got his and
her Pig-assos, son.
NICK
(smiles)
I didn't know you knew who Picasso
was, Gus.
GUS
(grins)
I'm a smart sonofabitch. I just
hide it.
Nick smiles -- and at that moment a beautiful BLONDE walks
into the room. She looks like she has been asleep. She is in
her early 20's. She wears a very sheer robe.
NICK
We're sorry to disturb you, we'd
like to ask you some --
THE WOMAN
Are you vice?
GUS
(after a beat)
Homicide.
THE WOMAN
What do you want?
GUS
When was the last time you saw
John Boz?
THE WOMAN
Is he dead?
NICK
(after a beat)
Why do you think he's dead?
THE WOMAN
You wouldn't be here otherwise,
would you?
GUS
Were you with him last night?
THE WOMAN
You're looking for Catherine, not
me.
NICK
Who are you?
THE WOMAN
I'm Roxy.
(a beat)
I'm her -- friend.
She looks at them a beat.
ROXY
She's out at the beach house at
Stinson. Seadrift. 1402.
NICK
Thanks.
They start to head out.
ROXY
You're wasting your time. Catherine
didn't kill him.
A beat, they look at her, and go...
EXT. SEADRIFT - STINSON BEACH - DAY
Foggy. Cold. It is an expensive spit of land on the ocean.
Multi-million dollar "beach houses" with gardens and swimming
pools. There are two Ferraris in the driveway -- one black,
one white.
They get out of the car in front of the house. They see a
woman in back of the house, sitting on a deck chair, staring
at the sea, a blanket around her. As they get to her --
NICK
Ms. Tramell?
She takes a long look a Nick, then looks away.
CATHERINE TRAMELL is 30 years old. She has long blonde hair
and a refined, classically beautiful face. She is not knockout
gorgeous like Roxy; there is a smoky kind of sensuousness about
her.
NICK
I'm De...
CATHERINE
(evenly)
I know who you are.
She doesn't look at them. She looks at the water.
CATHERINE
How did he die?
GUS
He was murdered.
CATHERINE
Really. Maybe that's why you're
from Homicide. How?
Nick glances at Gus.
NICK
With an ice pick.
She closes her eyes a beat and then, still staring out, we see
a thin smile. They see it, too, and glance at each other.
NICK
How long were you dating him?
CATHERINE
I wasn't dating him. I was fucking
him.
They glance at each other again.
GUS
What are you -- a pro?
Catherine looks at him -- that thin smile again.
CATHERINE
No. I'm an amateur.
She looks away.
NICK
How long were you having sex with
him?
CATHERINE
About a year and a half.
NICK
Were you with him last night?
CATHERINE
Yes.
NICK
Did you leave the club with him?
CATHERINE
Yes.
NICK
Did you go home with him?
CATHERINE
No. We had a drink at the club.
We left together. I came here.
He went home.
NICK
Was there anyone with you last
night?
CATHERINE
(looks at Nick)
No. I wasn't in the mood to have
sex with anyone last night.
They look at her a beat.
NICK
Let me ask you something, Ms.
Tramell? Are you sorry he's dead?
Catherine looks at him.
CATHERINE
Yes. I liked fucking him.
They stare at her. She looks out at the water.
CATHERINE
I don't really feel like talking
anymore.
GUS
Listen, lady, we can do this
downtown if you --
CATHERINE
Read me my rights and arrest me
and I'll go downtown.
She doesn't even look at them.
CATHERINE
(quietly)
Otherwise, get the fuck out of
here. Please.
A long beat as they look at her.
INT. A CORRIDOR - POLICE HEADQUARTERS
The door says Dr. Elizabeth Gardner, Counseling. Nick opens
the door, peeks in. The receptionist is not there. A clock
says 3.
INT. THE COUNSELING OFFICE
He walks in -- sees the inner door open, walks in.
NICK
I'm sorry, Beth. I -- I got hung
up in Stinson.
DR. ELIZABETH GARDNER, the police psychologist, is a very good-
looking, dark-haired woman. She is 30.
BETH
(smiles)
How are you, Nick?
NICK
I'm fine. Come on, Beth! You
know I'm fine! How the hell long
do I have to keep doing this?
BETH
As long as Internal Affairs wants
you to, I suppose. Sit down, Nick.
NICK
It's bullshit. You know it is.
BETH
(smiles)
I know it is -- but sit down anyway
so we can get it over with, okay?
He sits down.
BETH
So -- how are things?
NICK
(after a beat)
Things are fine. I told you.
They're fine.
She watches him closely.
BETH
(after a beat)
How is your -- personal life?
NICK
My sex life is fine.
(a beat)
My sex life is pretty shitty
actually since I stopped seeing
you -- maybe I should think about
my Electrolux again.
That embarrassed her; she looks away from him.
NICK
(after a beat)
Sorry.
She shrugs. A beat.
BETH
How about the booze?
NICK
It's been three months.
BETH
(after a long beat)
How about the coke?
NICK
No.
BETH
No?
NICK
(hard)
No! I'm working my tail off. I'm
off the sauce, I'm not even smoking
anymore.
She smiles.
BETH
How's not smoking?
NICK
It's fucked -- now will you please
tell I.A. that I'm just you average
healthy totally fucked-up cop and
let me get out of here?
BETH
(after a beat; smiles)
Yes.
NICK
Thank you.
And he starts heading out.
BETH
(behind him)
I still miss you, Nick.
He doesn't even turn, pretends he didn't hear.
INT. THE DETECTIVE BUREAU
He walks in. Gus Moran gets up from his desk as soon as he
sees him.
GUS
Talcott's in there. They're
waiting.
They start heading for Lt. Walker's office.
GUS
How'd it go, son?
NICK
She misses me.
GUS
(grins)
Hallelujah.
INT. LT. WALKER'S OFFICE
He and Gus sit there with Lt. Walker, Harrigan, Andrews and
Captain Talcott.
HARRIGAN
Sixteen stab wounds to the chest
and neck. No usable prints, no
forcible entry, nothing missing.
No prints on the ice pick, either --
it's available at any Safeway.
The scarf is Hermes, expensive --
they sell about 20,000 a year
worldwide.
ANDREWS
The powder was cocaine, high-
quality, high-content. He inhaled
it; there were minute quantities
on his lips and penis. Mr. Boz
leaves five million dollars, no
insurance, no direct survivors.
He liked his coke, he liked his
girls, and he liked rock and roll.
NICK
He liked the mayor, too, right?
Talcott gives him a look.
GUS
What about his girlfriend?
TALCOTT
Is she relevant here? I didn't
know she was a suspect.
LT. WALKER
She's a suspect.
TALCOTT
On what basis?
LT. WALKER
(looks a notes)
Catherine Tramell. Age 30. No
priors, no convictions. Double
major, magnum cum laude, Berkeley,
1980. Literature and Psychology.
Daughter, sole survivor -- Marvin
and Elaine Tramell, killed in a
boating accident, 1978, Catherine
Tramell sole heir. Estimated assets
$110 million.
It hangs there.
NICK
Are you kidding me?
LT. WALKER
(continues)
Formerly engaged to Roberto Vasquez,
deceased --
ANDREWS
Bobby Vasquez?
LT. WALKER
Bobby Vasquez, former middleweight
contender, killed in the ring
Atlantic City, 1984.
NICK
(smiles)
I love it. She's got a hundred
million bucks. She fucks fighters
and rock and roll stars. And she's
got a degree in screwing with
peoples' heads.
LT. WALKER
You forgot her degree in literature.
She's a writer. She published a
novel last year under a pen name.
Do you want to know what it's about?
They just stare at him.
LT. WALKER
It's about a retired rock and roll
star who is murdered by his
girlfriend.
It hangs there a long beat.
INT. NICK'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
His apartment is very bare -- very few things -- with wide
open spaces. There is a lot of chrome.
He sits on the couch, reading a book. It is a paperback.
We see the title -- Love Hurts, by Catherine Adams. He puts
the book down a beat, then picks the phone up, dials.
NICK
Page 67, pop. Do you know how she
does the boyfriend? With an
icepick, in bed, his hands tied
with a white silk scarf.
INT. A POLICE DEPARTMENT CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
Nick, Gus, Lt. Walker, Harrigan, Andrews, Captain Talcott --
and Beth Gardner. With them is an older, white-haired man,
DR. ANDREW LAMOTT. There are copies of "Love Hurts" around
the table.
LT. WALKER
Dr. Gardner?
BETH
I've asked Dr. Lamott to consult
with us. This isn't really my
turf. Dr. Lamott teaches the psycho-
pathology of psychopathic behavior
at Stanford and is also a member
of the Justice Department's
Psychological Profile team. Dr.
Lamott?
DR. LAMOTT
There are 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 do the person who wrote
this book harm read the book and
enacted the killing described to
incriminate the writer.
NICK
(after a long beat)
What if the writer did it? What
are we dealing with?
DR. LAMOTT
You're dealing with a devious,
diabolical mind. This book must
have been written at least six
months, maybe years before it was
published. That means the writer
planned the crime, at least in the
subconscious, back then. The fact
that the writer carried it out
indicates psychopathic obsessive
behavior in terms not only of the
killing itself but in terms of
applied advance defense mechanism.
A long beat.
GUS
Most times I can't tell shit from
shinola, Doc. What was all that
you just said?
Some grins, titters.
BETH
She anticipates the book to be her
best alibi.
DR. LAMOTT
Correct.
BETH
She's going to say Do you think
I'd be dumb enough to kill anyone
in the exact way I've described in
my book? I wouldn't do that because
I'd know I'd be a suspect.
A long beat -- as they think about it.
NICK
What if it's not the writer? What
if it's someone who read the book?
DR. LAMOTT
You're dealing then with someone
so obsessed that he or she is
willing to kill an irrelevant and
innocent victim to place the blame
on the person who wrote this book.
We are talking about deep-seated,
obsessional hatred; an utter lack
of sense of proportion or
perspective.
GUS
We've got a top-of-the-line, once-
in-a-lifetime loony-tune either
way you cut it -- that's what you're
saying, right, Doc?
DR. LAMOTT
You're dealing with someone very
dangerous and very ill.
INT. THE PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE - DAY
PROSECUTOR JOHN CORRIGAN, a big man in his 50's, with Captain
Talcott, Lt. Walker, Nick, and Gus.
Corrigan is reading a file. He gets up, yawns, goes to his
window, looks out.
CORRIGAN
Come on, you know there's no case
here. There's no physical evidence --
okay, she doesn't have an alibi
but there's no motive. Her defense
would just beat us to death with
the copycat thing. Anybody who
read the book could have done it.
A long beat; no one says anything.
NICK
So what do we do -- nothing?
LT. WALKER
(after a beat)
We bring her in for questioning.
TALCOTT
She's got enough money to burn
this whole department down.
LT. WALKER
She was the last person seen with
the guy -- I'll take the
responsibility.
TALCOTT
It's yours.
CORRIGAN
It won't do any good. She'll come
in with Lee Bailey and Mel Belli
trailing behind her on a solid
gold chain from Tiffanys.
TALCOTT
Yes she will.
NICK
(after a beat)
No she won't.
They look at him.
NICK
(smiles)
I don't think she's going to hide
behind anybody. I don't think
she's going to hide at all.
TALCOTT
(after a beat)
I think you're as crazy as she
probably is, Curran.
Nicks says nothing.
GUS
You know what they say: It takes
one to know one.
Nick looks a Gus, grins.
EXT. HER HOUSE IN STINSON - DAY
They walk from the car to the door of the big beach house.
They ring the bell. They hear typing inside. The typing stops.
She comes to the door in jeans and a tight-fitting sweatshirt.
NICK
Ms. Tramell, we'd like you to come
downtown and answer some questions
for us.
CATHERINE
Are you arresting me?
NICK
If that's the way you want to play
it.
They look at each other a beat.
CATHERINE
(smiles)
Can I change into something more
appropriate? It'll just take a
minute.
He nods.
CATHERINE
Come in.
INT. THE HOUSE
It is beautifully done in a Santa Fe motif. She goes to a
bedroom of the living room.
Nick sits down on a couch facing the bedroom she's walked into.
Gus sits across from him, his back to the bedroom.
There is a coffee table between them. She leaves the bedroom
door halfway open.
An old newspaper is on the coffee table. Nick reaches for it.
The headline says VICE COP CLEARED IN TOURIST SHOOTINGS. A
headline underneath says GRAND JURY SAYS SHOOTINGS ACCIDENTAL.
There is a photograph of Nick.
He stares at the paper.
CATHERINE
How long will this take?
Nick puts the paper down on the coffee table. He is lost in
his thoughts. Gus picks the paper up.
NICK
(looks up)
I don't know.
Nick, facing the half open bedroom door, sees a mirror near
the wall of the bedroom. The mirror reflects her in the other
corner of the bedroom. She is taking her clothes off. He
stares. She strips down. He sees her back. She has a beautiful
body. Naked, she puts a dress on. She doesn't put any
underwear on.
NICK
Do you always keep old newspapers
around?
CATHERINE
Only when they make interesting
reading.
And she is suddenly out of the bedroom. She stands there,
smiles. They look at each other a long beat.
CATHERINE
(finally)
I'm ready.
They get up, head out.
GUS
You have the right to an attorney.
CATHERINE
Why would I need an attorney?
INT. THE CAR - DAY
They sit in the front; she is in the back. The car goes over
the winding, two-lane Mt. Tamalpais road.
The fog is heavy. It's starting to rain. We see the beach
far below.
CATHERINE
Do you have a cigarette?
NICK
I don't smoke.
CATHERINE
Yes, you do.
NICK
I quit.
She smiles, looks at him. A beat, and he turns away. Another
beat, and she lights a cigarette up.
NICK
I thought you were out of
cigarettes.
CATHERINE
I found some in my purse; would
you like one?
He turns back to her.
NICK
I told you -- I quit.
CATHERINE
It won't last.
A beat, as she looks at him, and then he turns away.
GUS
You workin' on another book?
CATHERINE
Yes I am.
GUS
It must really be somehtin' --makin'
stuff up all the time.
He watches her in the rearview mirror.
CATHERINE
It teaches you to lie.
GUS
How's that?
CATHERINE
You make it up, but it has to be
believable. They call it suspension
of disbelief.
GUS
I like that. "Suspension of
Disbelief."
He smiles at her in the mirror.
NICK
What's your new book about?
CATHERINE
A detective. He falls for the
wrong woman.
He turns back to her.
NICK
What happens to him?
She looks right into his eye.
CATHERINE
She kills him.
A beat, as they look at each other, and then he turns away
from her. Gus watcher her in the rearview mirror.
INT. A POLICE INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
It is large, fluorescent-lighted, antiseptic.
She walks in with Nick and Gus. In the room are prosecutor
John Corrigan, Lt. Walker, Captain Talcott, Harrigan, and
Andrews. There is a police stenographer a plain young woman
in her 20's.
As soon as she comes in --
CORRIGAN
I'm John Corrigan. I'm an assistant
district attorney, Ms. Tramell.
Can we get you anything? Would
you like some coffee?
CATHERINE
No thank you.
TALCOTT
Are your attorneys --
NICK
(hiding a smile)
Ms. Tramell waived her right to an
attorney.
Corrigan and Talcott glance at Nick. She sees the look.
CATHERINE
(smiles)
Did I miss something?
NICK
I told them you wouldn't want an
attorney present.
LT. WALKER
Why have you waived your right to
an attorney, Ms. Tramell?
CATHERINE
(to Nick)
Why did you think I wouldn't want
one?
NICK
I told them you wouldn't want to
hide.
CATHERINE
I have nothing to hide.
The two of them keep their eyes on each other.
She sits down. They sit around her. Nick sits directly across
from her. She lights up a cigarette. They watch her.
She is poised, cool, in complete command of herself.
CORRIGAN
There is no smoking in this
building, Ms. Tramell.
CATHERINE
What are you going to do? Charge
me with smoking?
Ever so casually, she blows her smoke across at Nick.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. THE INTERROGATION ROOM - LATER
CORRIGAN
Would you tell us the nature of
your relationship with Mr. Boz?
CATHERINE
I had sex with him for about a
year and a half. I liked having
sex with him.
She has control of the room; she looks from one man to the
other as she speaks.
CATHERINE
He wasn't afraid of experimenting.
I like men like that. I like men
who give me pleasure. He gave me
a lot of pleasure.
A beat, as they watch her. She is so matter-of-fact.
CORRIGAN
Did you ever engage in sado-
masochistic activity with him?
CATHERINE
(smiles)
Exactly what do you have in mind,
Mr. Corrigan.
CORRIGAN
(after a beat, little
flustered)
Did you ever tie him up?
CATHERINE
No.
ANDREWS
You never tied him up.
CATHERINE
No. Johnny liked to use his hands
too much. I like hands and fingers.
They stare at her.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. THE INTERROGATION ROOM - LATER
LT. WALKER
You describe a white silk scarf in
your book.
CATHERINE
I've always had a fondness for
white silk scarves.
(she smiles)
I have a very vivid imagination.
NICK
But you said you liked men to use
their hands.
CATHERINE
No. I said I liked Johnny to use
his hands.
(she smiles)
I don't give any rules, Nick. I
go with the flow.
They have their eyes on each other.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. THE INTERROGATION ROOM - LATER
CORRIGAN
Did you kill Mr. Boz, Ms. Tramell?
CATHERINE
I'd have to be pretty stupid to
write a book about a killing and
then kill him the way I described
in my book. I'd be announcing myself
as the killer. I'm not stupid.
She smiles.
TALCOTT
We know you're not stupid, Ms.
Tramell.
LT. WALKER
Maybe that's what you're counting
on to get you off the hook.
NICK
Writing a book about it gives you
an alibi for not killing him.
CATHERINE
Yes it does, doesn't it?
She holds his eyes a second, then --
CATHERINE
The answer is no. I didn't kill
him.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. THE INTERROGATION ROOM - LATER
GUS
Do you use drugs, Ms. Tramell?
CATHERINE
Sometimes.
HARRIGAN
Did you ever do drugs with Mr.
Boz?
CATHERINE
Sure.
GUS
What kind of drugs?
CATHERINE
Cocaine.
She looks directly at Nick.
CATHERINE
Have you ever fucked on cocaine?
(she smiles)
It's nice.
He watches her.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. THE INTERROGATION ROOM - LATER
NICK
You like playing games, don't you?
CATHERINE
(smiles)
I've got a degree in psych. It
goes with the turf. Games are
fun.
They are holding each other's eyes.
NICK
How about boxing? That's a game.
Was that fun for you?
They don't take their eyes off each other for a second.
TALCOTT
I think that's irrelevant to this
inquiry.
CATHERINE
(to Nick)
Yes it was. Bobby died.
NICK
How did you feel when he died?
CATHERINE
I loved him. I hurt.
Their eyes are still on each other.
NICK
How did you feel when I told you
Johnny Boz had died -- that day at
the beach.
CATHERINE
I felt somebody had read my book
and was playing a game.
NICK
But you didn't hurt --
CATHERINE
No.
NICK
Because you didn't love him --
CATHERINE
That's right.
Their eyes are digging into each other.
NICK
Even though you were fucking him.
CATHERINE
(after a beat)
You still get the pleasure. Didn't
you ever fuck anybody else while
you were married, Nick?
A beat; he stares at her, expressionless.
LT. WALKER
How did you know he was married?
CATHERINE
(watching Nick)
Maybe I was guessing. What
difference does it make?
She lights a cigarette. He stares at her.
CATHERINE
Would you like a cigarette, Nick?
He just stares at her, expressionless.
CORRIGAN
Do you two know each other?
NICK
No.
CATHERINE
No.
INT. THE INTERROGATION ROOM - LATER
ANDREWS
How did you meet Mr. Boz?
CATHERINE
I wanted to write a book about the
murder of a retired rock star. I
went down to his club and picked
him up. Then I had sex with him.
LT. WALKER
You didn't feel anything for him.
You just had sex with him for your
book.
She looks at Nick.
CATHERINE
In the beginning. Then I got to
like what he did for me.
GUS
That's pretty cold, ain't it, lady?
CATHERINE
I'm a writer, I use people for
what I write. You write what you
know. Let the world beware.
She and Nick have their eyes on each other, then --
CATHERINE
(to Corrigan, smiles)
Would you like me to take a lie
detector test?
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. THE POLICE BUILDING - NIGHT
We see her in a glass-enclosed cubicle with a polygraph
EXAMINER. Nick stands outside watching her with Gus and Lt.
Walker. Her back is to them. The Examiner shuts the machine
down, gathers rolls of papers, and comes out of the cubicle.
THE EXAMINER
No blips, no blood pressure
variations, no pulse variance.
Either she's telling the truth or
I've never met anyone like her.
A long beat, then --
LT. WALKER
Well, I guess that's it.
A long beat, Nick watches her as she sits inside.
NICK
How does somebody beat this machine?
THE EXAMINER
Ninety-nine point nine percent of
the cases, they don't. You'd have
to be able to mask the truth from
your own central nervous system,
your circulatory system, your
adrenal glands. In my opinion,
this woman is telling the truth.
The Examiner walks away. They stand there. Catherine stands
at the door of the cubicle behind them --
CATHERINE
Can I go now?
LT. WALKER
(after a beat)
Yes. Thanks for coming in, Ms.
Tramell. I'm sorry to inconvenience
you.
She says nothing, has a thin smile.
CATHERINE
Can I ask one of you for a ride?
They look at her a beat.
NICK
Sure.
CATHERINE
(smiles)
Thanks.
And he and Catherine walk away. Gus and Walker watch them.
INT. HIS CAR - NIGHT
It is an old, mint-condition silver Porsche. It is pouring
rain; the wind is blowing a San Francisco winter storm. Nothing
is said a long beat as he drives. She yawns. Stretches. He
looks at her.
CATHERINE
(smiles)
I'm tired.
NICK
It's got to be tiring to beat that
machine.
She looks at him and looks away. A beat.
CATHERINE
If I were guilty, and if I wanted
to beat that machine, it wouldn't
be tiring. It wouldn't be tiring
at all.
NICK
Why not?
CATHERINE
Because I'm a professional liar.
I spend most of my waking hours
dwelling on my lies.
(a beat)
For my writing.
He looks at her.
CATHERINE
(smiles)
I love the rain, don't you?
He says nothing, doesn't look at her.
CATHERINE
You took a polygraph after you
shot those two people, didn't you?
He looks at her now.
NICK
I passed.
CATHERINE
You see? We're both innocent,
Nick.
He pulls up in front of her house on Divisadero, stops. He
sees the white Ferrari in the driveway.
NICK
How do you know all this stuff
about me?
CATHERINE
You know all about me.
NICK
I don't know anything that isn't
police business.
CATHERINE
(after a beat)
You know I don't like to wear any
underwear, don't you, Nick?
They look at each other a beat.
CATHERINE
(smiles)
Thanks for the ride.
And she's out of the car. He watches her as she hurries in
the rain -- his eyes on her until the moment she opens the
door and is inside.
INT. THE TEN-FOUR - NIGHT
It is a police bar, San Francisco style. Ferns Joe Montana
and Will Clark posters. The jukebox has a lot of Tony Bennett.
He walks in. He sees Lt. Walker at a back booth with Gus,
goes to them, sits down.
LT. WALKER
What is all this "Nick" stuff --
Nick would you like a cigarette.
Nick can you give me a ride.
NICK
She didn't ask me for the ride.
She asked anybody.
LT. WALKER
And you volunteered.
A BARTENDER stays behind the bar, but yells to him.
THE BARTENDER
Perrier, Nick?
NICK
Double Black Jack rocks, Harry.
GUS
(with concern)
What you doin', son?
NICK
It's my first drink in three months.
That okay with you, pop?
(to Lt. Walker)
She doesn't know me. I never saw
her before Gus and I talked to
her.
THE BARTENDER
Here you go, Nick.
He gets up, gets his drink --
NICK
Thanks, Harry.
He sits back down. He takes a big slug. They watch him.
LT. WALKER
You sure?
NICK
I'm sure.
He takes another big slug.
NICK
Now what?
LT. WALKER
What now what? Now nothing. She
passed the polygraph. That's it.
NICK
She knew she could beat it. That's
why she asked to take it.
LT. WALKER
How the fuck do you know? What is
it with you and this broad anyway?
NICK
Come on, Phil. You're not gonna
let this slide. What about her
parents? What about what else
she's published? At least we should
get the stuff to see if we find
anything else that's an amazing
real-life coincidence.
LT. WALKER
Her parents died in an accident.
I don't care what else she's
written. What are you -- a book
critic?
NICK
How did they die? Was there an
investigation?
LT. WALKER
How you're saying she killed her
parents? Did she kill Bobby
Vasquez, too?
GUS
Not unless she got up in the ring
and turned into one mean
sonofabitch.
LT. WALKER
Maybe she did, Gus. Maybe she
grew herself an Afro and learned a
left hook and put shoe polish on
her face. Let's polygraph her
again and ask her about it.
NICK
(casually)
Fuck you, Phil.
LT. WALKER
Fuck you, too Nick.
A beat, then --
NICK
(calls to the
Bartender)
Can you get me another double Black
Jack, Harry.
Gus looks at him with concern. A man in his 50's -- LT. MARTIN
NILSEN is suddenly there. He is overweight, florid.
NILSEN
(to Nick)
Hey, shooter -- You back on the
Black Jack, Shooter?
He grins. Nick doesn't look at him.
LT. WALKER
We're discussing a case, Marty.
NILSEN
I know that. I had no doubt of
that.
THE BARTENDER
Here you go, Nick.
Nilsen takes the drink, hands it to Nick.
NILSEN
(grins)
Double, huh, Shooter?
Nick turns to him. He's sitting in the booth; Nilsen is
standing there. Nick looks like he's barely restraining
himself.
NICK
I'm off-duty, Nilsen. You hear
me? I'm off-duty discussing a
case. Internal Affairs shouldn't
have any trouble with that. Maybe
I should put in for overtime.
NILSEN
(grins)
You do that, Shooter. Why don't
you send it to me? I'll give it
special attention.
A beat, and then Nick gets up, faces him.
NICK
I'm gonna tell you once more, Nilsen --
Lt. Walker and Gus get up and hold Nick back.
Beth Gardner, the police psychologist, is suddenly there.
BETH
What's the problem?
NILSEN
(grins)
No problem, Doctor. Here comes
the Doctor just in time to save
her patient. Take care, Shooter.
And he walks away. Nick still looks like he wants to go after
him. Beth pulls him away from the booth.
BETH
You okay?
NICK
(after a beat)
Yeah.
BETH
(smiles)
You don't look so okay.
Nick looks at her a beat.
NICK
(smiles)
What are you doing here?
BETH
(smiles)
Baby-sitting.
(she shrugs)
Rookie cop.
NICK
(smiles)
What else is new?
A beat. He looks at her again.
NICK
You want to get out of here?
She looks at him a beat.
BETH
(smiles)
Yes.
At the booth, Gus and Lt. Walker watch the two of them leave.
GUS
Maybe it's for old-time's sake.
LT. WALKER
(watches them go
out)
Sometimes I think he started banging
her just to get himself off the
hook with Internal Affairs.
GUS
(after a beat, smiles)
He ain't that way. He's got heart.
LT. WALKER
(smiles)
Yeah. I know.
INT. BETH'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
He is kissing her -- hard, rough. He forces her against the
wall.
BETH
Don't -- please, Nick --
We hear her dress RIP. He kisses her harder -- we hear her
panties RIP. He gets the dress off, pushes his hands under
her bra --
BETH
Please don't -- don't --
He puts his mouth to her shoulder, bites it -- as they move
down to the floor.
INT. BETH'S LIVING ROOM - LATER
It is dark. The are still partially dressed. They are on the
floor. He lies on his back, staring at the ceiling.
She lies next to him -- the torn dress wound around her.
There is a bite mark on her shoulder. A long beat, silence --
then --
BETH
What was she like?
NICK
Who?
BETH
Catherine Tramell.
NICK
(after a beat)
She said what you said she'd say.
She sits up, looks away. He looks at her, puts his finger on
the bite mark idly, gently. A beat, and he kisses her shoulder
gently, then lies back down.
BETH
I met her at Berkeley.
He looks at her.
BETH
We were in some of the same classes.
NICK
(after a beat)
Why didn't you tell me?
She looks at him.
BETH
I'm telling you.
They look at each other a long beat.
BETH
(with difficulty)
You've never been... like that...
before.
He says nothing, looks away from her.
BETH
Why?
He doesn't look at her a long beat, says nothing.
NICK
You're the shrink.
She keeps looking at him. He won't look at her.
BETH
You weren't making love to me.
A beat; he looks at her.
NICK
Who was I making love to?
She looks at him a long beat.
BETH
You weren't making love.
They look at each other, a long beat, then away. He lies back
down. Beth doesn't look at him, keeps sitting up.
NICK
(finally)
I need a cigarette.
BETH
(after a beat)
I thought you quit.
He says nothing.
BETH
Top drawer in the foyer.
(a beat)
Get it on your way out.
He looks at her; she won't look at him.
INT. THE DETECTIVE BUREAU - MORNING
He walks in. He looks hung-over. He sees Gus with Harrigan
and Andrews and Lt. Walker in Lt. Walker's glass-enclosed office
at the end of this big room.
They look at him when they see him.
LT. WALKER
You look like dogshit.
GUS
(grins)
He looks a little shrunk, that's
all.
ANDREWS
(after a beat)
We got a call from Berkeley P.D.
There was a killing. A professor.
Icepick. In his bed. Multiple
stab wounds. 1977.
NICK
(a thin smile)
She was there, wasn't she?
LT. WALKER
University records say she was
there.
He and Nick look at each other a long beat, then --
LT. WALKER
(suddenly)
Gus -- go over to Berkeley.
Harrigan -- find out what else
she's published. Andrews -- get
the files on her parents' accident.
Carbon Beth on everything. I want
some psychological input on this
Andrews and Harrigan go; Nick is
left there with Gus.
NICK
What about me?
GUS
You're already gettin' psychological
input, son.
LT. WALKER
(to Nick)
Go stick your head in a tub of ice
water.
(a beat; then
seriously)
See where she leads.
EXT. THE BEACH HOUSE AT STINSON - DAY
The black Ferrari is in the driveway. He sits in an unmarked
police car on a hillside above the house, watching. It is a
bleak, leaden gray day.
Catherine comes out of the house. She is dressed casually.
She gets into the Ferrari.
INT. HIS POLICE CAR
He stays behind her at a safe distance on the winding panoramic
highway -- a two-lane mountain road which leads from Stinson
Beach into Marin County.
She suddenly starts speeding up on this dangerous road, cutting
in and out, passing cars very fast.
He has to start cutting around cars to keep up. This woman
really drives.
He cuts out and can barely pass a car without hitting a Grey
Lines Tour Bus head-on. Close call: sheer drops on either
side.
He looks frazzled.
INT. HIS POLICE CAR
He is behind her at a distance on a hilly Mill Valley road --
little streets, terraced hillsides, sharp turns.
He goes slowly, looks around, thinks he's lost her. And then
he sees the black Ferrari parked in front of a house obscured
by hedges.
He parks the car a distance behind the Ferrari, sits there a
long beat. He gets out, goes carefully up to the hedges, looks.
A small, nondescript house. He watches. He can't see anything
inside the house.
A beat, he reaches over to the mailbox and opens it. He takes
an envelope out, looks at the name Hazel Dobkins.
INT. HIS POLICE CAR - NIGHT
He watches as she comes out of the house. A frail old woman
in her 70's is with her. She hugs the old woman, gets into
the Ferrari, STARTS it up.
He waits a beat and then STARTS after her. He stays behind
her at a distance -- she is going slowly. And then she suddenly
GUNS it, cuts her lights -- her wheels SCREECH.
He GUNS his car after her. He makes a turn. She is gone.
There is a fork in the road. He turns one way, goes a few
hundred feet.
Nothing. Blackness. He stops.
NICK
(quietly)
Shit.
INT. HIS POLICE CAR - NIGHT
He pulls his car up to her house at Stinson Beach. The black
Ferrari is in the driveway.
A light goes on in an upstairs bedroom. The curtain is drawn.
He sees the outline of her body now.
She starts to take her clothes off -- there in the window,
behind the curtain. He watches her body as she does an almost
languorous strip. His eyes are intense... ravishing.
INT. THE DETECTIVE BUREAU - NIGHT
He is alone, nobody else in the big room.
He sits in front of a computer. We see the screen. He has
punched in
HAZEL DOBKINS, WF, 145 ALBION RD., MILL VALLEY.
He is waiting for a response. We see it come on screen
NOTHING CURRENT.
A long beat, as he stares at the screen, and then we see these
words
RELEASED, SAN QUENTIN, JULY 7, 1965.
We see him type in the words
PRIOR ARREST RECORD.
A long beat, and then it comes up
HOMICIDE, JANUARY 10, 1956 - SAN FRANCISCO
He stares at the screen a long beat.
GUS
(behind him)
Ain't you go nothin' better to do
than to come in here and jack off
the damn machine?
NICK
(after a beat; lost
in his thoughts)
What are you doing here, Pop?
GUS
(grins)
I came in here to jack off the
damn machine.
(a beat)
One dead psychology professor.
Noah Goldstein. Dr. Noah Goldstein.
And guess what? He was her
counselor.
Nick looks at him a beat.
NICK
Was she ever suspect?
GUS
No, sir. They never even got a
statement from her.
Nick sits back a long beat, his eyes off somewhere.
NICK
(slowly)
Do you remember a case -- 1956 --
Hazel Dobkins?
GUS
(grins)
Hell yes! Couldn't get it outta
my head for years. Still can't.
Nice little kids -- nice husband,
wasn't porkin' around -- no
financial problems. One day --
outta the clear blue sky -- she
does 'em. All of 'em. Used a
knife. He got for a wedding present.
Didn't even deny it. Sweet as
honey. Said she didn't know why
she done it.
Nick just stares at him.
EXT. THE STINSON BEACH HOUSE - NEXT DAY
He pulls up to the house, gets out of his unmarked police car.
He stands there a beat, thinking. He walks down to the beach
entrance of the house. He hears a Rolling Stones SONG playing
inside. He stands there. The door suddenly opens. Catherine
stands there, smiles. She wears very tight-fitting spandex
leotards.
CATHERINE
Hi.
He looks at her a beat, then --
NICK
Am I... disturbing you?
CATHERINE
No. Come in.
They have their eyes on each other. A beat, and she turns to
go in.
INT. THE STINSON BEACH HOUSE
She goes in ahead of him -- he follows her inside. He watches
her body. His movements are tentative, off-balance. She turns
the Stones DOWN.
On a table by the window, he sees a word processor. Spread
around it are newspaper clippings. They are all about him.
We see the headline on one KILLER COP TO FACE POLICE REVIEW.
She sees him glancing at the clips.
CATHERINE
I'm using you for my detective.
In my book. You don't mind, do
you?
She smiles. He looks at her, expressionless.
CATHERINE
Would you like a drink? I was
just going to have one.
NICK
No, thanks.
She goes to the bar.
CATHERINE
(smiles)
That's right. You're off the Jack
Daniels too, aren't you?
She is making herself a drink. She takes the ice out and then
opens a drawer and gets an icepick. It has a fat wooden end.
She uses the icepick on the ice, her back to him. He watches
her.
NICK
I'd like to ask you a few more
questions.
CATHERINE
I'd like to ask you some, too.
She turns to him, icepick in hand, smiles.
CATHERINE
For my book.
She turns back to the ice, works on it with the pick. She
raises her arm, plunges it. Raises it, plunges it. He watches
her.
NICK
(wary)
What kind of questions?
She puts the icepick down, pours herself a drink, turns to
him.
CATHERINE
How does it feel to kill someone?
He looks at her a long beat.
NICK
(finally)
You tell me.
CATHERINE
I don't know. But you do.
Their eyes are on each other.
NICK
(finally)
It was an accident. They got in
the line of fire.
CATHERINE
Four shootings in five years. All
accidents.
NICK
(after a long beat)
They were drug buys. I was a vice
cop.
A long beat, as they look at each other.
NICK
Tell me about Professor Goldstein.
BEAT.
CATHERINE
There's a name from the past.
NICK
You want a name from the present?
How about Hazel Dobkins?
She looks at him a long beat, sips her drink, never takes her
eyes off him.
CATHERINE
Noah was my counselor in my freshman
year.
(she smiles)
That's probably where I got the
idea for the icepick. For my book.
Funny how the subconscious works.
(a beat)
Hazel is my friend.
NICK
She wiped out her whole family.
CATHERINE
Yes. She's helped me understand
homicidal impulse.
NICK
Didn't you study it in school?
CATHERINE
Only in theory.
(she smiles)
You know all about homicidal
impulse, don't you, shooter? Not
in theory -- in practice.
He stares at her a long beat.
CATHERINE
(quietly)
What happened, Nick? Did you get
sucked into it? Did you like it
too much?
NICK
(after a beat)
No.
He stares at her, almost horrified.
CATHERINE
(quietly)
Tell me about the coke, Nick. The
day you shot those two tourists --
how much coke did you do?
She steps closer to him.
CATHERINE
Tell me, Nick.
She puts her hand softly on his cheek, He grabs her hand
roughly, holds it.
NICK
I didn't.
CATHERINE
Yes, you did. They never tested
you, did they? But Internal Affairs
knew.
They are face to face. He is still holding her roughly by the
hand.
CATHERINE
Your wife knew, didn't she? She
knew what was going on. Nicky got
too close to the flame. Nicky
liked it.
He twists her arm back behind her -- their bodies are pressed
against each other -- their eyes digging into each other.
CATHERINE
(in a whisper)
That's why she killed herself?
He is twisting her arm, staring at her, pulling her against
him. We hear the DOOR behind them. A beat, and he lets her
go, turns away from her.
Roxy stands there, staring at them. Her hair is up. She wears
a black motorcycle jacket, a black T-shirt, and black jeans
and cowboy boots.
CATHERINE
(brightly)
Hiya, hon. You two have met,
haven't you?
Roxy looks at Nick. Catherine goes to her, kisses her briefly
on the lips, stands there with her arm around her --both of
them looking at Nick.
He walks by them, opens the door to go, his face a mask.
CATHERINE
You're going to make a terrific
character, Nick.
He doesn't look at her; he's gone.
INT. BETH GARDNER'S OFFICE - DAY
He comes in. He looks like he's going to kill someone. A
RECEPTIONIST sits there.
RECEPTIONIST
She's on the phone -- she'll be
right with you, detective --He
sweeps by her into Beth's inner
office. She hangs up when she
sees the look on his face.
NICK
Who has access to my file?
BETH
What are you talking about, Nick --
what's wrong with you?
NICK
Who's got access to my goddamn
file?
She gets up -- he goes closer to her; she backs away from him.
BETH
Nobody.
He goes closer to her; she backs away.
BETH
It's a confidential psychiatric
record, it'd be illegal --She backs
into a wall. She looks very scared.
He comes very close to her -- puts
an arm behind her to the wall.
NICK
Don't, Beth. Don't lie to me.
She says nothing, looks scared.
NICK
(suddenly)
It's Internal Affairs, isn't it?
BETH
No, Nick, please --
NICK
(loud, hard)
Who?
BETH
(blurts it)
Nilsen.
INT. THE INTERNAL AFFAIRS DIVISION - DAY
He storms into the big room. He sees MARTY NILSEN. He is
sitting behind his desk in his glass-enclosed office inside
this big room. About a dozen plainclothes policemen are in
the big room. He goes by them into Nilsen's office.
INT. MARTIN NILSEN'S OFFICE
He closes the door. Nilsen sees the look on his face, backs
his chair away towards the wall.
NILSEN
What do you want, Curran?
He goes to him, picks him up by his lapels, slams him against
the wall.
NICK
(out of control)
You sold her the file, didn't you?
NILSEN
(scared)
What are you talking about?
NICK
(out of control)
What'd she pay you?
He slams him against the wall again. The glass EXPLODES behind
them -- a chair comes into the room. Nick is frozen, holding
Nilsen by the throat against the wall.
ONE OF THE I.A. GUYS
Let him go, Curran. Nice and easy.
He looks back, sees two Internal Affairs men with their guns
drawn, pointed at him. A beat, and he lets Nilsen go. He
turns calmly and starts to walk out.
NILSEN
You're on sick leave, Shooter. As
of right now. Pending the outcome
of a psychiatric evaluation.
EXT. THE POLICE PARKING LOT - DUSK
He gets into his old Porsche. He STARTS the car up. Gus Moran
comes up to the window. They look at each other a
GUS
What's goin' down, son?
NICK
Nothin'
(a beat)
I'll be okay, pop.
They look at each other a long beat.
GUS
No, sir. You won't. There's smoke
off yonder on the horizon. They're
gonna want your badge.
NICK
(after a long beat)
I got tired of being played with.
GUS
(after a beat)
You sure got real conclusive ways
of demonstrating that.
They almost smile at each other, then --
NICK
(almost to himself)
She knows where I live and breathe.
She's coming after me.
GUS
(after a long beat)
What is it you got between you?
NICK
(after a beat; to
himself)
I don't know.
GUS
Somethin', though.
A beat, and then Nick looks at him.
NICK
Yeah.
(a beat)
Somethin'.
INT. HIS APARTMENT - NIGHT
He sits in front of the TV, watching a lame sitcom. A bottle
of Jack Daniels is half-empty in front of him. He is smoking
a cigarette.
BETH
(behind him)
I still have my key.
He looks at her, looks away at the sitcom.
NICK
I don't want to see you, Beth.
He keeps watching the sitcom. A long beat.
BETH
(suddenly angry)
Damnit! Don't shut me out! You
owe me more than that?
He goes to the TV, shuts it off.
NICK
I don't owe you anything; you don't
owe me anything.
(he looks at her)
We went to bed -- what was it? --
ten or fifteen times?
(he smiles)
It wasn't memorable enough to carry
any obligations.
BETH
(after a long beat)
Sometimes I really hate you.
NICK
(smiles)
Yeah? Well why don't you find
some friendly therapist and work
some of that hostility out.
(a beat)
But take my advice. Put a little
more life into it than you usually
do.
A beat, and she suddenly hurls herself at him in absolute fury,
trying to claw at his face. He grabs her, blocks her. They
look at each other a long beat and then he lets her go.
The emotion of the moment is gone now -- they turn away from
each other.
BETH
(finally)
I'm sorry... I don't usually...
act like that.
Nick looks at her a beat.
NICK
How could you let him have my file,
Beth?
A long beat, then --
BETH
(not looking at him)
He was going to recommend your
discharge a behavioral disability.
I made a deal with him. He could
review the session notes himself.
It was the only way I could keep
you on the force.
She looks at him. He looks away from her.
NICK
You did it for me.
BETH
Yes. I care about you. I did it
for you.
He turns away from her.
NICK
(quietly)
Get out of here, Beth.
(a beat)
Please?
He goes to the Jack Daniel's, pours some more. She looks at
him pour it and turns to go.
INT. HIS APARTMENT - NIGHT
He is asleep on the couch -- the TV is on to a blank screen.
The Jack Daniel's is mostly gone. The phone on the coffee
table RINGS. It RINGS again. He wakes, picks it up, listens.
NICK
Yeah.
(a beat)
Okay.
He hangs it up. He sits there a long beat, staring. He looks
disturbed.
EXT. THE ALLEY BEHIND THE TEN-FOUR BAR - NIGHT
He walks down the alley. There are lots of police cars,
flashing lights, uniformed men, coroner's men.
As he walks down the alley, he sees Lt. Walker, Gus, and several
of the Internal Affairs men we saw earlier in Nilsen's office.
They are standing around a Lincoln Town Car.
They look at him as he comes closer to them -- then move aside.
He can see into the car now. Martin Nilsen lies against the
front seat. He has been shot in the head. Nick stares.
GUS
One shot. Close range. Probably
a .38 caliber revolver.
Nick stares at Nilsen's body. They watch him.
LT. WALKER
Give me your gun, Nick.
A beat, and then Nick gives him his gun. Walker smells it,
shakes his head, gives it to one of the Internal Affairs men.
NICK
(to Walker)
You think I --
GUS
I don't son, but I got the minority
opinion.
INT. POLICE INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT
He sits in the same room that Catherine sat in --surrounded by
four or five Internal Affairs men, Lt.
Walker, Gus, and Captain Talcott. Lt. Walker and Gus sort of
sit back -- I.A. is running the investigation. The same police
stenographer -- the same plain young woman -- is sitting in
the room who was there with Catherine.
NICK
Okay. I went after him. I lost
my temper.
AN I.A. MAN
Do you have any evidence that he
showed your psychiatric file to
anyone?
NICK
(after a beat)
No.
Beth Gardner comes into the room. They look at her.
AN I.A. MAN
We'll speak to you afterwards, Dr.
Gardner.
Nick gives her a look.
BETH
I'd like to sit-in if you don't
mind.
THE I.A. MAN
I'd really rather --
TALCOTT
I don't see anything wrong with
Dr. Gardner sitting-in if Detective
Curran doesn't object.
Nick looks at her, shrugs.
AN I.A. MAN
Where were you tonight?
NICK
Home. Watching TV.
AN I.A. MAN
All night?
NICK
Yeah.
AN I.A. MAN
Were you drinking?
He looks at Beth.
NICK
Yeah, I was drinking.
AN I.A. MAN
When did you start drinking again?
NICK
(after a beat)
A couple days ago.
BETH
I saw Detective Curran at his
apartment around ten o'clock. He
was sober and lucid. I asked him
in my capacity as his departmental
therapist about his altercation
with Lt. Nilsen. He expressed
regret and displayed no hostility.
AN I.A. MAN
(to Beth)
How long were you at his apartment?
BETH
About fifteen minutes. I saw there
was no reason for my concern and
left.
She and Nick look at each other. He looks away and lights a
cigarette.
AN I.A. MAN
There's no smoking in this building.
NICK
(after a beat)
What are you gonna do -- charge me
with smoking?
It is the exact line that Catherine used. A long beat.
LT. WALKER
I'll ask you once, Nick -- for the
record did you kill him?
NICK
No.
They look at him a beat.
NICK
Come on -- I'm going to storm into
his office in front of everybody
in the afternoon and then that
night I'm going to kill him? I'd
have to be really dumb to do that.
AN I.A. MAN
Going after him before gets you
off the hook for killing him that's
your alibi.
LT. WALKER
Like writing a book about killing
a guy gets you off the hook for
killing him.
AN I.A. MAN
(to Walker)
I don't understand. What are you
talking about? What book?
LT. WALKER
(to Nick)
Private joke.
NICK
I don't think it's funny.
GUS
(grins)
Well, hell, son, it's got a certain
ring to it, I'll say that.
INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - NIGHT
He is by the elevators with Gus and Lt. Andrews. He spots
Beth going for the stairway.
NICK
(to Lt. Andrews)
I'll get my stuff tomorrow.
INT. THE STAIRWAY
NICK
Beth.
She stops. He catches up to her. They walk down the flights
together. They speak quietly.
NICK
Thank you.
She looks at him, smiles. They keep walking down the steps.
BETH
It's the least I could do...
considering I got you into this
mess with those reports.
NICK
(smiles)
No. I mean it, thank you.
She looks at him, smiles.
BETH
How do you know Catherine Tramell
saw my reports?
NICK
She knows stuff about me that only
you know.
BETH
(after a beat)
She must really be something.
(she smiles)
From a clinical point of view.
NICK
What was she like in school?
BETH
I hardly knew her. She gave me
the creeps, though. I don't know
why.
EXT. THE BUILDING - NIGHT
They get outside. Beth kisses him quickly, softly on the cheek.
BETH
Get some rest. Promise?
He nods. She starts walking toward her car.
NICK
Beth. I didn't mean what I said.
About --
BETH
(smiles)
Yes you did. I'm a big girl. I
can handle it.
She goes to her car.
INT. THE DETECTIVE BUREAU - NEXT DAY
He is cleaning his desk out, putting things into a duffel bag.
Only Andrews is in the room. We see Lt. Walker sitting in his
glass-enclosed office.
He closes the duffel bag, looks at the place a long beat.
Andrews is watching him. He goes up to Andrews
ANDREWS
(after a beat)
Take care, you hear?
NICK
(after a beat)
Did you find out about her parents?
ANDREWS
You're on leave, man.
(a beat)
You're on psycho leave. I'm talking
to a possible whacko here.
NICK
You know I'm whacko, Sam, what'd
you find?
A beat, and Andrews opens the file.
ANDREWS
The boat blew. There was a leak
in the gas line. There were two
previous repairs. There was a
five-mil policy on both of 'em. A
real heavy investigation. Zilch.
Goose-egg. It was an accident.
NICK
(after a beat)
Thanks.
He sees Lt. Walker looking at him. He goes into Walker's
office.
LT. WALKER
I.A.'s going to talk to you more
about Nilsen. They're handling
the investigation, we're not.
Stay in touch with Dr. Gardner,
it'll help on the evaluation.
NICK
(after a beat)
She killed him.
LT. WALKER
Beth? Now you've got Beth killing
people?
NICK
Catherine Tramell. It's part of
her game.
LT. WALKER
First you've got her buying your
file. Now you've got her killing
Nilsen. Forget her, willya? Go
someplace. Sit in the sun. Get
away from this goddamn fog. Get
her out of your system.
NICK
You don't but it, do you? She
knew nobody would but it.
(he smiles)
She knew I'd say she did it. And
she knew nobody would buy it.
Lt. Walker looks at him a long beat.
LT. WALKER
She's screwing with your head,
Nick. Pretty soon you're gonna
look in the mirror and think you're
seeing her.
EXT. HIS APARTMENT
It is in the Marina District; on a street like Cervantes.
He gets out of his old Porsche; he sees her black Ferrari there.
She is sitting on the front stoop. She wears an Indian jacket,
jeans and a T-shirt. He goes up to her. She looks at him a
beat.
CATHERINE
I heard about what happened. What
good's a shooter without his gun?
She smiles.
NICK
(a beat)
How exactly did you hear?
CATHERINE
(after a beat)
I have attorneys. They have
friends. I have friends. Money
buys you a lot of attorneys and
friends.
NICK
(after a beat)
I don't know about that I don't
have any money I don't have any
attorneys Gus is my only real
friend.
CATHERINE
(smiles)
I wasn't talking about real friends.
Why doesn't Gus like me.
NICK
(after a beat)
I like you.
CATHERINE
Do you?
NICK
(smiles)
Yeah. Would you like to come up
and have a drink?
She looks at him a beat.
CATHERINE
I didn't think you'd ask me.
He looks at her a beat.
NICK
(smiles)
I'm not that easy to figure.
They start walking inside. She walks ahead of him. He watches
her. She turns suddenly.
CATHERINE
You're not easy to figure. I'm
just very good at figuring.
NICK
(after a beat)
Don't get too cocky.
CATHERINE
Why not?
NICK
You can make a mistake.
CATHERINE
(smiles)
Not me.
And she turns, heads inside; he follows her.
INT. HIS APARTMENT - DAY
They walk in. She looks at the bareness of the place.
CATHERINE
You should put some warmth into
it. You don't want it to reflect
on your personality.
She turns, smiles at him. He looks at the bottle of Jack
Daniel's; there's not much left.
NICK
Jack Daniel's okay? It's gonna
have to be.
CATHERINE
Fine.
NICK
Ice?
CATHERINE
(smiles)
Please.
There is a palpable tension between them.
He takes the ice out, opens a drawer, takes out an icepick.
CATHERINE
Let me do that. You like to watch
me doing it, don't you?
She smiles; a beat and he hands her the icepick. She takes
it, starts to us the icepick, her back to him. He lights a
cigarette.
CATHERINE
Can I have a cigarette, please? I
told you you'd start smoking again.
He watches her working on the ice.
CATHERINE
Light it for me, will you?
He does, steps to her. She parts her lips -- he puts it on
her lip, watches it. Their eyes are on each other.
CATHERINE
Thank you.
She works on the ice again, opens the cabinets for glasses.
NICK
What did you pay Nilsen?
CATHERINE
(doesn't look at
him)
Isn't he the policeman that you
shot, Shooter?
She makes the drinks.
NICK
What if I asked you not to call me
Shooter?
CATHERINE
What if I call you Nicky?
NICK
(after a beat)
My wife used to call me that.
CATHERINE
(smiles)
I know, Nicky, but I like it.
She hands him his drink, holds hers.
CATHERINE
Cheers. My friends call me
Catherine.
NICK
What did Bobby Vasquez used to
call you?
CATHERINE
Bitch mostly, but he meant it
affectionately. You don't have
any coke, do you? I love coke and
Jack Daniel's.
NICK
(after a beat)
There's Pepsi in the fridge.
CATHERINE
(smiles)
It's not the same thing, is it?
They look at each other a long beat, their eyes very involved.
NICK
(quietly)
Where's it going? What do you
want from me?
Their faces are close together.
CATHERINE
Say -- "What do you want from me,
Catherine?"
NICK
(after a beat,
quietly)
What do you want from me, Catherine?
A beat, and she suddenly turns away.
CATHERINE
(brightly)
I brought you something.
She goes to her purse, takes a paperback book out of it. We
see it -- The First Time, by Catherine Smith. He looks at it.
CATHERINE
(smiles)
Aren't you going to thank me?
NICK
What's it about?
CATHERINE
A boy kills his parents. They
have a plane. He makes it look
like an accident.
He stares at her. A long beat, then --
NICK
Why does he do it?
CATHERINE
To see if he can get away with it.
They look at each other a beat.
NICK
When did you write it?
CATHERINE
(after a beat)
You mean did I write it before my
parents died?
NICK
Yes.
CATHERINE
No. I wrote it years afterwards.
He watches her; she has turned away from him -- and then she
turns back to him in a different mood.
CATHERINE
(smiles)
You're not going to stop following
me around now just because you're
on leave -- are you?
NICK
(after a beat)
No.
CATHERINE
Good. I'd miss you.
(a beat)
You can get into trouble, though.
You're not really a cop anymore.
NICK
I'll risk it.
CATHERINE
Why take the risk?
NICK
To see if I can get away with it.
She looks at him; she smiles.
NICK
How's your new book?
CATHERINE
I'm getting deeper and deeper into
my character.
They look at each other a long beat.
CATHERINE
Thanks for the drink.
He nods, say nothing as she goes to the door --
CATHERINE
I'm leaving the house around
midnight. In case you're going to
follow me.
(a beat)
I'm going down to Johnny's club.
NICK
(after a beat)
I'll meet you there.
She looks at him a long beat; and she's gone.
INT. THE STAIRWAY
As she is going down the stairs, Gus Moran is coming up.
He does a real double-take as he goes by her.
CATHERINE
(smiles)
Hi, Gus.
He looks at him a long beat, and he goes upstairs, into Nick's
apartment.
INT. NICK'S APARTMENT
Nick stands at the window, watching her outside. A long beat,
and he looks at Gus.
GUS
(after a beat)
Forgive me for askin', son, and I
don't mean to belabor the obvious,
but why is it that you've got your
head so far up your own ass?
NICK
(after a beat)
She want to play? Fine. I can
play.
GUS
(after a beat)
Everybody that she plays with dies.
NICK
(after a beat,
quietly)
I know what that's like.
INT. JOHNNY BOZ'S CLUB - NIGHT
It is dark, cavernous there are a thousand people in here.
The MUSIC is ear-splitting, pulsing. Lights flash.
The floor is huge. At one time, this club was a church.
He walks around the sides, a drink in his hand, looking for
her. He doesn't see her.
The he catches a glimpse of Roxy. She is dancing with another
woman. He watches her. She is wearing pants and a jacket,
her hair off to the side. She looks very masculine tonight.
Roxy laughs at the other woman, leaves her on the floor, starts
moving through the sea of dancers. He follows her through the
press of bodies. She goes towards the men's room. She walks
in.
INT. THE MEN'S ROOM
It is large, dark, shadowy It was once the sacristy.
A crowd scene men and women. Roxy presses through them.
A haze of crack smoke; we see people doing poppers.
She opens the door to a toilet stall, walks in. Nick is behind
her. As the door opens, he sees Catherine.
She wears a black motorcycle jacket, a very short skirt,
stiletto heels. Her hair is up. He make-up is severe, In
the darkness, in the shadows she looks about 19. A hot 19.
A hot flash-trash 19.
She is in there with two men -- one of them is a big, body-
built black guy. She has a vial of something near her face.
She sees Nick watching her. She whispers something to the
tall black guy. He looks at Nick, smiles a condescending smile.
The door to the stall closes
INT. THE CLUB
He is walking along the side, watching the floor, a drink in
his hand. The song ends and it seques right into the Stones's
"Miss You."
He sees her. Her black leather jacket is off.
She wears a very tight, flimsy top, the short skirt, the heels.
She is dancing with Roxy and the black guy. He watches her
move... watches her body.
She turns, sees him, dances, watches him... gets between Roxy
and the black guy... they sandwich her with their bodies...
keeps moving, turning... eyes on him... playing to him with
her body. He watches.
A long beat, and he goes up to them. His movements are
almost trance-like. They look at each other. A long beat.
Catherine stops dancing. he reaches for her. She moves away.
A beat their eyes are on each other. She moves a step towards
her. A beat, as they look at each other... and they start to
move together.
Their eyes are on each other as they move, the eyes burning...
the movements tighter, hotter... and he suddenly grabs her and
kisses her... as they keep moving... the song seques into the
Stones's "Gimme Shelter."
She is melting into him now, kissing him... Tex watches,
expressionless... the black guy is gone... he holds her by the
back of the neck, kissing her... their bodies pressed into
each other... his hands are on her butt now, pulling her into
him now, almost holding her up now... and then under her skirt,
under her panties... as he kisses her neck.
People around them stare... he moves his hands under her top
as she keeps moving with the song, her head back, her back
almost arching... cups her breasts now... she keeps moving...
the song sweeping them into its rhythm "it's just a shot away,
it's just a kiss away, a kiss away..."
They devour each other. Right there on the floor. Barely
able to hold it back. As Tex watches expressionless. As people
stop dancing and stare.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. HER BEDROOM
It is dark. We can't see clearly. A side table, lines of
cocaine on a small mirror. A CD player The Stones play "Love
In Vain."
There are mirrors all over the walls and ceiling. They are in
bed. The bed is big and brass.
Atop her... he kisses her neck... his hands under her, raising
her... he moves down, kisses her breasts... puts his mouth
around a breast... she arches, moves... he kisses her
shoulder... biting into it... she opens her mouth... we hear
no cry... we hear the Stones.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. HER BEDROOM - LATER
The Stones play "Monkey Man."
Atop him... she kisses his chest, licks it, lowers her head...
lower... lower... he arches his back... her mouth comes up...
her mouth on his lips again... he turns her.
Atop her... he moves her legs apart... (the CAMERA is behind
them)... she holds his back... digs in her nails... rakes his
back with them... digs in again... his back bleeds... he moves
inside her... harder... the nails dig... blood trickles down
his back.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. HER BEDROOM - LATER
The Stones play "Wild Horses."
He is behind her... she is on her stomach... he rises her by
her hips... kisses her back... races her spine with his
tongue... traces her lower back... he kneels... moves into
her... kisses her neck... his fingers are in her mouth... as
he moves.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. HER BEDROOM - LATER
The Stones play "Sympathy for the Devil."
Atop him... she leans close over his face, her tongue in his
mouth... kneeling over him... she moves his arms above his
head... moves higher atop him... her breasts in his face...
she reaches over to the side... a white silk scarf is in her
hand... she moves higher above him... kneeling over his face...
moving oh-so-slightly... his face strains towards her.
The scarf in both hands now... she starts to tie his hands
with it... his eyes are open, watching her... she ties it
loosely, gently... it isn't tight... but his hands are tied to
the brass bed.
She kisses him... moving her hips lower now... over his chest...
lower...
And he is inside her... her arms above him... his eyes open...
she kisses his neck... bites but not hard... moves... grinding
hard against him now.. she is on her knees... head arches back..
her breasts high.. still grinding.
Her back arches, strains... he strains toward her... she holds
her arms high... she comes out of the arch... shivering...
falling over him... the scarf loosens... his arms come forward
and hold her close.. closer... closer... as she moves with
slight... shivery... movements.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. HER BEDROOM - NIGHT
It is dark, quiet. Pindrop quiet. He is sitting on the side
of the bed, his head down... his back a line tracing of dried
blood. She is asleep nest to him, naked.
He looks around the room. The white scarf around the bedpost...
the coke on the side-table... clothes all over the floor.
He gets up, walks into the bathroom.
INT. HER BEDROOM - NIGHT
The light is too bright. He looks at himself in the mirror.
He pours the water, lowers his head, puts cold water on his
face. A long beat, he comes back up, opens his eyes. Roxy is
in the mirror behind him. She startles him.
He looks at her in the mirror a long beat, doesn't turn.
She is expressionless; she wears the same thing she wore at
the club.
He lowers down into the basin again, puts more water on his
face, comes back up, uses a towel this time, finishes with the
towel. She is still looking at him in the mirror the same
way. He looks at her in the mirror, doesn't turn.
ROXY
(quietly)
If you don't leave her alone, I'll
kill you.
He looks at her a beat, then turns --
NICK
Tell me something, Rocki. Man-to-
man.
(he smiles)
I think she's the fuck of the
century, don't you?
For a second, she looks like she's going to spring at him,
then controls it and turns to go.
NICK
How long you been here, Rock? You
like to watch, do you?
ROXY
(after a beat, looks
at him)
She likes me to watch.
And she turns and she is gone.
INT. HER BEDROOM - NIGHT
He lies on the bed in the dark, quiet room. He is on his back,
his eyes open. He has his arm around her. She is asleep.
CATHERINE
(murmurs)
Nicky.
He looks at her.
INT. HER BEDROOM - MORNING
He wakes up. She is not there. He looks around. The white
scarf is gone. The coke on the side table is gone.
In its place, a scrawled note "The Beach -- C."
EXT. HER STINSON BEACH HOUSE - DAY
A cold and foggy day. He gets out of his old Porsche, walks
down the driveway. He sees her out on the beach by the water.
A small bonfire is near her. He walks towards her.
Roxy watches him, expressionless, from an upstairs window of
the house. He doesn't see her.
He walks up to Catherine. She has an Indian blanket over her
and i