" Here we go, Nick." " All right" " Good morning, Detective." " I want a shot of the two detectives." "Keep it back, folks." " Howdy." " Morning." "Up there." " How's it going, Gus?" " Morning, Pete." " Who was this fucking guy?" " Rock and roll, Gus." "Johnny Boz." " Never heard of him." " Before your time, cowboy." " Hey, Ronny, where they hiding?" " Upstairs, to the right." "Mid '60s, had five or six hits." "Got a club down on Fillmore now." "Not now, he don't." " Do we have a time of death?" " Almost." " Do you guys know Captain Tallcott?" " Sure." " What's the Chief's office doing here?" " Observing." " You get that stuff out of the wall?" " I got it." " What's it say, Doc?" " Ninety-two degrees." "About six hours." "Puts time of death at around 2:00 a.m." "Can somebody close the drapes over there?" "Maid came in about an hour ago and found the body." " She's not a live-in." " Maybe the maid did it." "She's 54 years old and weighs 240 pounds." " No bruises on the body." " It ain't the maid." "Never know." "Sorry." "He was last seen leaving the club with his girlfriend about midnight." " What was it?" " Ice pick." "Left it in the living room." "There's come stains all over the sheets." " Very impressive." " He got off before he got off." "Gentlemen, 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." "I thought he was a rock and roll star." "He was a retired rock and roll star." "A civic-minded, very respectable rock and roll star." "Then, what's that over there?" "Looks like civic-minded, very respectable cocaine." "Listen to me, Curran." "I'm gonna get a lot of heat on this." "I don't want any mistakes." "What's Boz's girlfriend's name?" ""Catherine Tramell, 162 Divisadero."" "Tied up like that, he didn't stand a chance." " Always a pleasure, Captain." " He's up bright and early." "He doesn't usually punch in 'til after his 18 holes." "Johnny and the mayor must have been very tight." "Nick, keep your 3:00." "You want me to work the case" " I said, keep it!" " All right." "I'll keep it." "Good morning." "I'm Detective Curran." "This is Detective Moran." "San Francisco Police Department." "I'd like to speak to Catherine Tramell." "Come in." "Sit, please." "Just a moment." "Ain't that cute?" "They got his and hers Picasso's." " I didn't know you knew a Picasso." " Sure I do." "It says right here." "Hers is bigger." "Sorry to bother you." "We just got a couple of questions." " Are you vice?" " No, we're homicide." "What do you want?" "When was the last time you saw John Boz?" "Is he dead?" "Why do you think he's dead?" "Well, you wouldn't be here otherwise, would you?" "Were you with him last night?" "You're looking for Catherine, not me." " Who are you?" " I'm Roxy." "I'm her friend." "Well, Roxy, do you know where your friend is?" "She's out at the beach house at Stenson." "Seadrift 1402." "Thanks." "You're wasting your time." "Catherine didn't kill him." "Miss Tramell?" "Good afternoon." "I'm Detective Curran." "This is Detective Moran." " We're with the San Francisco Police" " I know who you are." "So, how did he die?" "He was murdered." "Obviously." " How was he murdered?" " With an ice pick." "How long were you dating him?" "I wasn't dating him." "I was fucking him." "What are you, a pro?" "No, I'm an amateur." "How long were you having sex with him?" "About a year and a half." " Were you with him last night?" " Yes." "Did you leave the club with him?" " Yes." " Did you go home with him?" "No." "We had a drink at the club." "We left together." "He went home, and I came out here." "Was there anyone with you last night?" "No." "I wasn't in the mood last night." "Let me ask you something, Miss Tramell." "Are you sorry he's dead?" "Yeah." "I liked fucking him." "Look, I don't really feel like talking anymore." "Listen, lady, we can do this downtown, if you want." "So read me my rights and arrest me... and then I'll go downtown." "Otherwise, get the fuck out of here." "Please." "Nice girl." "I'm sorry, Beth." "I got hung up in Stenson." " How are you, Nick?" " I'm fine." "Come on, Beth." "You know I'm fine." "How long do we have to keep doing this?" "As long as internal Affairs wants you to, I suppose." " Have a seat." " It's bullshit." "You know it is." "I know it is." "But sit down, anyway, so we can get it over with, okay?" "So, how are things?" "Things are fine." "I told you, all right?" "Things are fine." "How is your personal life?" "My sex life is fine." "My sex life is actually pretty shitty since I stopped seeing you." "I started developing calluses." "Sorry." "How's the booze?" "Haven't had a drink in three months." " What about the coke?" " No." "No." "I'm working my ass off." "I'm off the sauce." "I even stopped smoking." "How is not smoking?" "It sucks." "Now, will you tell l.A. I'm just your average... healthy, totally fucked up cop... and let me out of here, please?" "Yes." "Thank you." "I still miss you, Nick." " How are you doing?" " Fine." "Tallcott's in there." "They're waiting." "How did it go?" "She misses me." "Boy, when that girl mates, it's for life." "All right, let's start." "Harrigan." "Well, we got 31 stab wounds, neck and the chest." "No usable prints, no forcible entry, nothing missing." "No prints on the ice pick, either." "You can pick it up at any Kmart." "The scarf was Hermes." "It's expensive." "They sell about 20,000 a year, worldwide." "Bottle was cocaine." "High quality, high content." "He inhaled it." "There were minute quantities on his lips and penis." "Mr. Boz leaves $5 million." "No direct survivors." "No criminal record." "He liked his drugs." "He liked his girls." "He liked his rock and roll." "He liked the mayor too, right?" "What about his girlfriend?" "Is she relevant here?" "ls she a suspect?" "She's a suspect." "On what basis ?" ""Girlfriend:" "Catherine Tramell." "Age 30." "No priors." "No convictions." "Magna cum laude at Berkeley, 1983." "Double major:" "literature and psychology." "Daughter, sole survivor, Marvin and Elaine Tramell... killed in a boating accident, 1979." "Catherine Tramell, sole heir." "Estimated assets: $110 million."" "You're shitting me." ""Formerly engaged to Manuel Vasquez, deceased."" "Whoa, whoa!" "Manny Vasquez?" "Former middleweight contender." "Killed in the ring, Atlantic City, 1984." "I love it." "She's got 100 million bucks." "She fucks fighters and rock and roll stars... and she's got a degree in screwing with people's heads." "You forgot about her degree in literature." "She's a writer." "She published a novel under a pen name." "Want to know what it's about?" "It's about a retired rock and roll star who gets murdered by his girlfriend." "Page 67, cowboy." "You know how she does the boyfriend?" "With an ice pick, in bed... his hands tied with a white silk scarf." "Dr. Garner." "I've asked Dr. Lamont to consult with us." "This isn't really my turf." "Dr. Lamont teaches the pathology of psychopathic behavior at Stanford... and also on the Justice Department Psychological Profile Team." "Dr. Lamont." "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?" "Then 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 the writer must have 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 the applied advance defense mechanism." "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 I know I'd be the suspect." "So, what if it's not the writer?" "What if it's 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 got a once in a lifetime, top of the line looney-tuney." "That's what you're saying, right, Doc?" "You're dealing with someone very dangerous... and very ill." "You know there's no case here." "You've got no physical evidence." "She hasn't got an alibi." "She hasn't got a motive, either." "Believe me... her defense would just beat us to death with this copycat thing." "Anybody who read the book could have done it." " What do you want to do now?" "Nothing?" " We call her in for questioning." "She's got enough money to burn the department down" "She was the last person seen with the guy." "I'll take the responsibility." "It's yours." "It won't do any good." "She'll just waltz in with some superstar lawyer... who'll get us all canned for wasting the taxpayers' money." " That's exactly what she'll do." " No, she won't." "I don't think she'll hide behind anybody." "I don't think she's gonna hide at all." "Then she's as crazy as you are, Curran." "You know what they say:" "Takes one to know one." "Miss Tramell, we'd like you to come downtown to answer a few questions." "Are you arresting me?" "If that's the way you want to play it." "Could I change into something more appropriate?" "It'll only take a minute." "Come on in." "Make yourselves comfortable." "I'll be right back." " Hey, Gus." " Hmm?" " So, how long is this gonna take?" " I don't know." "Do you always keep old newspapers around?" "Only when they make interesting reading." " I'm ready." " You have the right to an attorney." "Why would I need an attorney?" " Do you have a cigarette?" " I don't smoke." "Yes, you do." " I quit." " Congratulations." "I thought you didn't have any cigarettes." "Oh, I found some in my pocket." "Would you like one?" "I told you, I quit." "It won't last." " You working on another book?" " Yes, I am." "It must really be something making stuff up all the time." "Yeah, it teaches you to lie." "How's that?" "You make up believable stuff." "It's called suspension of disbelief." "I like that!" "Suspension of disbelief." "What's your new book about?" "A detective." "He falls for the wrong woman." "What happens?" "She kills him." "I'm John Carreli, Miss Tramell, assistant district attorney." "I have to inform you this session's being taped." " This is Captain Tallcott." " My pleasure." " And Lieutenant Walker." " Hi." " Can we get you a cup of coffee?" " No, thank you." "Are your attorneys going to join us?" "Miss Tramell has waived her rights to an attorney." "Did I miss something?" "I told them you wouldn't want an attorney present." "Why have you waived your right to an attorney, Miss Tramell?" "Why did you think I wouldn't want one?" "I told them you wouldn't want to hide." "I have nothing to hide." "There's no smoking in this building." "What are you gonna do?" "Charge me with smoking?" "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 engage in any sadomasochistic activity?" "Exactly what did you have in mind, Mr. Carreli?" " 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 for 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 make any rules, Nick." "I go with the flow." "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." "Maybe that's what you're counting on to get you off the hook." "Writing the book gives you an alibi." "Yes, it does." "The answer's no." "I didn't kill him." " Do you use drugs, Miss Tramell?" " Sometimes." " Did you ever use drugs with Mr. Boz?" " Sure." "What kind of drugs?" "Cocaine." "Have you ever fucked 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." "What about boxing?" "That's a game." "Is that fun too?" "I don't think that's relevant to this inquiry." "Boxing was fun 'til Manny died." "How did you feel when he died?" "I loved him." "It hurt." "How did you feel when I told you Johnny Boz had died?" "I felt like someone had read my book and was playing a game." " But it didn't hurt?" " No." " Because you didn't love him?" " That's right." "Even though you were fucking him?" "You still get the pleasure." "Didn't you ever fuck anybody else when you were married, Nick?" "How'd you know he was married?" "Maybe I was just guessing." "What difference does it make?" "Would you like a cigarette, Nick?" " Do you two know each other?" " No." "How did you meet Mr. Boz?" "I wanted to write a book about the murder of a retired rock and roll star." "I went down to his club, I picked him up and I had sex with him." "You didn't feel anything for him?" "You just had sex with him for your book?" "In the beginning." "Then I got to like what he did for me." "That's pretty cold, ain't it, lady?" "I'm a writer." "I use people for what I write." "Let the world beware." "Do you want me to take a lie detector test?" "Wait here, please." "No blips, no blood pressure variations, no pulse variance." "Either she's telling the truth, or I've never seen anyone like her." "I guess that settles it." " She's lying." " Forget it." "You can't fool the machine." "Trust me." "It can be done." "And what makes you such an expert?" "Because I know people that have done it." "Thank you." "Thanks for coming in, Miss Tramell." "Sorry to inconvenience you." "Could someone give me a ride home?" "Sure." "Thank you." "Want to get a drink?" " Rough day?" " Not really." "Beating that machine can't be easy." "If I was guilty and wanted to beat that machine, it wouldn't be hard." "It wouldn't be hard at all." "You took a lie detector test after you shot those two people, didn't you?" "I passed." "You see?" "We're both innocent, Nick." "You seem to know an awful lot about me." "You know an awful lot about me." "I don't know anything that's not police business." "You know I don't wear any underwear." "Don't you, Nick?" "Thanks for the ride." "Would you like another glass of wine?" " Hi, Nick." " Evening." "What's all this "Nick" stuff?" ""Nick, do you want a cigarette?" "Nick, can I have a ride?"" "She didn't ask me to give her a ride." "She asked anybody." " And you volunteered." " Hey, Nick." "Evian?" "No, Chuckie." "Get me a double blackjack on the rocks, please." "What you doing, Hoss?" "I haven't had a drink in three months." "All right with you, cowboy?" " She doesn't know me, okay?" " Here you go." "I never seen her before Gus and I talked with her." " Thanks, Chuck." " You're sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." "Cheers." "Now what?" "What "now what"?" "Now nothing." "She passed the polygraph." "That's it." "She knew how to beat it, that's why she took it." "How in the fuck do you know?" "What is it with you and this broad?" "Come on, Phil." "Don't let this one slide." "What about her parents?" "What about what else she published?" "Maybe all her books come true." "Her parents died in an accident." "I don't care what else she published." "What are you, a book critic?" "How'd they die?" "Was there an investigation?" "You're saying she killed her parents?" "Did she kill Manny Vasquez too?" "Not unless she climbed into the ring and turned into one mean son of a bitch." "Maybe she did." "Maybe she grew herself an afro... developed a hell of a left hook and put shoe polish all over her face." " Let's polygraph her again." " Fuck you." "Fuck you too." "Don't worry, Phil." "Nick'll fuck himself." "You guys are very funny." "Hey, Chuckie, get me another double." "Hey, shooter!" "Are you back on the blackjack, shooter?" " We're discussing a case here." " I know that." "I have no doubts." "Here you go, Nick." "A double, huh, shooter?" "I'm off duty, Nilsen." "You hear me?" "I'm off duty discussing a case." "Now, l.A. shouldn't have a problem with that." "Maybe I should put in for some overtime?" "Don't work too hard, shooter." "It might drive you to drink." "Stop riding me, man!" "I'll kick your fucking teeth in!" " What's the problem?" " No problem, Doctor." "Here comes the shrink, just in time to save her favorite patient." "Just fuck off, Marty!" "You kids have a good time tonight, huh?" " He's asking for it." " That's right, so don't take the bait." "Do you want to go?" " Yes." " Let's go." "Sometimes I think he started banging her just to get internal Affairs off him." "He ain't that way." "He's got a heart." "Damn!" "What was she like?" " Who?" " Catherine Tramell." "You had her pegged." "She used her book as an alibi." "I met her at Berkeley." "We were in some of the same classes." "Why didn't you tell me?" "I'm telling you." "You've never been like that before." "Why?" "You tell me." "You're the shrink." " You weren't making love to me." " Who was I making love to?" "You weren't making love." "I need a cigarette." "I thought you said you quit." "It's the top drawer in the foyer." "Get it on your way out!" " Have you started?" " Waitin' on you." " You look like dog shit." " No, he looks a little shrunk is all." "And not just in the head." "All right, I made a couple of calls to Berkeley." "There was a murder in '80." "A professor." "In his bed, multiple stab wounds, with an ice pick." "Tramell was there then, wasn't she?" "University records say she was." "Okay, let's move on this." "Gus, get out to Berkeley." "Harrigan, find out what else she's published." "Andrews, get me that file on the parents' accident." "Copy Beth on everything." "I want psychological input." " What about me?" " You're already getting input." "You go soak your head in a tub of ice water." "You see where she leads." "You have a good weekend." "You too." "Drive carefully." " I will." " Bye-bye." "I'll call you." "Ain't you got nothing better to do than to jack off the damn machine?" "What are you doing here, cowboy?" "I came in here to jack off the damn machine." "One dead psychology professor." "Dr. Noah Goldstein." "And guess what?" "He was her counselor." "Was she a suspect?" "No, sir." "They never even got a statement from her." "Hazel Dobkins?" "Do you know her?" "Couldn't get it out of my head for years." "Nice little housewife." "Three little kids." "Nice husband wasn't porking around." "No financial problems." "One day, out of the clear blue sky, she does them, all of them." "Used a knife she got for a wedding present." "Didn't even deny it." "Sweet as honey." "Said she didn't know why she'd done it." " Hi." " Am I disturbing you?" "No, come on in." "Let's go upstairs." "I'm using you for my detective in my book." "You don't mind, do you?" "I was just gonna make myself a drink." " Do you want one?" " No, thanks." "Oh, right." "You're off the Jack Daniels too, aren't you?" "I've got a few more questions to ask you." "I have some for you too." "For my book." "Do you have something against ice cubes?" "I like rough edges." "So, what did you want to ask me?" "How does it feel to kill someone?" "You tell me." "I don't know, but you do." "It was an accident." "They got in the line of fire." "Four shootings in five years, all accidents?" "They were drug buys." "I was working undercover." "You want to tell me about Professor Goldstein?" "Well, there's a name from the past." "You want a name from the present?" "What about Hazel Dobkins?" "Noah Goldstein was my counselor my freshman year." "That's probably where I got the idea for the ice pick for my book." "Funny how the subconscious works." "Hilarious." " Hazel's my friend." " Your friend took out her whole family." "Yes, she helped me understand homicidal impulse." "I thought you would have learned that at school." "Only in theory." "But you know all about homicidal impulse, don't you, shooter?" "Not in theory, in practice." "What happened?" "Did you get sucked into it?" "Did you like it too much?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Tell me about the coke, Nick." "The day you shot those two tourists... how much coke did you do?" "Come on, you can tell me." " I didn't." " Yes, you did." "They never tested you, did they?" "Internal Affairs knew." "Your wife knew too, didn't she?" "She knew what was going on." "I think you got too close to the flame." "I think you liked it." "That's why she killed herself." "Hi, hon." "You two have met, haven't you?" "You're gonna make a terrific character, Nick." "She's on the phone." "She'll be right with you." " I'm gonna have to call you back." " Detective, you can't go in" " Who's got access to my file?" " What are you talking about?" "Who has access to my goddamn file?" "Nobody." "It's a confidential psychiatric record." "It would be illegal." "Don't you fucking lie to me!" "It was lnternal Affairs, wasn't it?" "No, please." " Who?" " It's Nilsen." "What do you want, Curran?" "You sold her my file, didn't you?" "Who are you talking about?" "Catherine Tramell." "How much did she pay you?" "Hey, Curran, come on!" "Damn it, stop it!" "How much?" "Hey, back off!" "Back off, Curran!" "Nice and easy now." "Nice and easy." "You fucked yourself, shooter." "You hear me?" "You are out!" " Curran, take it easy." " You are out!" "Save it, save it." " What's going down, Hoss?" " Nothing." "I'll be okay." " They're gonna want your badge." " I'm tired of being played with." "You got a real conclusive way of demonstrating that." "She knows where I live and breathe." "She's coming after me, Gus." "What is it you got between you?" " I don't know." " Something, though." "Something." "George Jefferson is unfair." "He's short with no hair." "Nick, are you there?" "Go away, Beth." "I don't want to see you." "I still have my key." "Put them on the table and leave." "Put them on the goddamn table and leave!" "Damn it!" "Don't shove me out!" "You owe me more than that!" "I don't owe you anything!" "And you don't owe me anything." "We went to bed, what, 10, 15 times?" "It wasn't memorable enough to carry an obligation." "Sometimes I really hate you." "Why don't you get yourself some friendly little therapist... to work out some of that hostility?" "And maybe you can get off once in a while." "Are you nuts?" "I'm sorry." "I don't usually act like that." "How could you give him my file?" "I had to!" "He was going to recommend your discharge from the force." "He didn't buy my evaluation." "He said I wasn't objective." "So I made a deal with him to review the session notes himself." "I didn't think he'd show them to anybody." " You did it for me?" " Yes." "I care about you." "I did it for you." "Go away." "Please, just go away." "Yo." "I'm on my way." "One shot." "Close range." "Probably a .38 caliber revolver." "Give me your gun, Nick." "You think that" "I don't, Hoss." "But I got the minority opinion." "Okay, I went after him!" "I lost my temper." "Do you have any evidence that he showed your psychiatric file to anyone?" "We'll speak with you afterwards, Dr. Garner." " I'd like to sit in." " I'd really rather wait" "It's all right if Dr. Garner sits in, if Detective Curran doesn't object." " Where were you last night?" " Home, watching TV." "All night?" "Yes, all night." "Were you drinking?" "Yeah, I was drinking." " When did you start drinking again?" " A couple of days ago." "I saw Detective Curran at his apartment about 10:00 last night." "He was sober and lucid." "I asked him, in my capacity as his departmental therapist... about his altercation with Lieutenant Nilsen." "He expressed regret and displayed no hostility." " How long were you at his apartment?" " About 15 minutes." "I saw there was no reason for my concern and left." "There's no smoking in this building, Detective." "What are you gonna do?" "Charge me with smoking?" "Oh, for Christ's" " All right, Nick, I'm gonna ask you this just once." "For the record, did you kill Marty Nilsen?" "No." "I'm gonna storm into his office in front of everybody... in the middle of the day and kill him that night?" "I'm not that dumb." "Going after him before gets you off the hook for killing him." "That's your alibi." "Like writing a book about killing a guy gets you off the hook for killing him." "Good point." "What are you talking about?" " A private joke, asshole." " I don't think it's funny." "You're going on leave... pending the outcome of a psychiatric evaluation." "I'll get my stuff in a minute." "Thank you." "It's the least I could do." "Considering I got you into this mess with those reports." "No, I mean it." "Thank you." "How do you know Catherine Tramell saw your file?" "She knows things about me that I only told you." "She must really be something." "From a clinical point of view." " What was she like in school?" " I hardly knew her." "She gave me the creeps." "I don't know why." "Get some rest." "Promise?" " I didn't mean what I said about" " Yes, you did." "I'm a big girl." "I can handle it." " You take care of yourself." " What'd you find out about the parents?" "No lead, man." "You're on psycho leave." "I'm talking to a possible wacko!" "You know I'm wacko." "What'd you find out?" "The boat blew." "There was a leak in the fuel line." "There were two previous repairs and a five mil policy on both of them." "A real heavy investigation but they got zilch." "Big goose egg." "It was an accident." "I.A.'s gonna talk to you about Nilsen." "They're handling the investigation." "Stay in touch with Dr. Garner." "It'll help on the evaluation." "She killed him." "Beth?" "Now you've got Beth killing people?" "Catherine Tramell." "It's part of her game." "First you got her stealing your file, now she's killing Nilsen?" "Forget about her!" "Go somewhere, sit in the sun." " Get her the hell out of your system!" " You don't buy it, do you?" "She knew nobody'd buy it." "She knew I'd say she did it and nobody'd buy it!" "She is screwing with your head!" "Stay away from her!"