Basic Instinct
 BASIC INSTINCT

                                      by

                                 Joe Eszterhas






              BASIC INSTINCT

              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.

                                                                     2.


              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's: a
              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.

                                                                     3.




                                  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 --

                                                                     4.


                                  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.
                                                                     5.


                                  LT. WALKER (O.S.)
                        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
                               (continuing)
                        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.                                                                     6.


                                  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?

                                  THE WOMAN
                               (continuing)
                        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.
                                                                     7.


                                  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
                               (continuing)
                        I'm De--

                                  CATHERINE
                               (evenly)
                        I know who you are.

              She doesn't look at them.  She looks at the water.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        How did he die?

                                  GUS
                        He was murdered.

                                  CATHERINE
                        Really.  Maybe that's why you're
                        from Homicide.  How?

              Nick glances at Gus.
                                                                     8.


                                  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
                               (continuing)
                        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?


                                                                     9.


                                  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
                               (continuing)
                        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
                               (continuing;
                                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 3:15.

              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.

                                                                     10.


              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
                               (continuing)
                        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
                               (continuing; after a
                                beat)
                        Sorry.

              She shrugs.  A beat.

                                                                     11.


                                  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.

                                                                     12.


                                  GUS
                               (continuing)
                        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.
                                                                     13.


                                  LT. WALKER
                               (continuing)
                        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
                               (continuing)
                        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.

                                                                     14.


              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.
                                                                     15.


                                  DR. LAMOTT
                               (continuing)
                        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.
                                                                     16.


              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.

                                                                     17.


                                  NICK
                               (continuing; 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
                               (continuing)
                        Come in.

              INT. THE HOUSE

              It is beautifully done in a Santa Fe motif.  She goes to a
              bedroom of the living room.

                                                                     18.


              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 them.  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 (O.S.)
                        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
                               (continuing)
                        Do you always keep old newspapers
                        around?

                                  CATHERINE (O.S.)
                        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.
                                                                     19.


              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
                               (continuing)
                        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?
                                                                     20.


                                  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.
                                                                     21.


              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.
                                                                     22.


              She has control of the room:  she looks from one man to the
              other as she speaks.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        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.
                                                                     23.


                                  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
                               (continuing)
                        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.

                                                                     24.


                                  HARRIGAN
                        Did you ever do drugs with Mr. Boz?

                                  CATHERINE
                        Sure.

                                  GUS
                        What kind of drugs?

                                  CATHERINE
                        Cocaine.

              She looks directly at Nick.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        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.
                                                                     25.


                                  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 bet; 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
                               (continuing)
                        Would you like a cigarette, Nick?

              He just stares at her, expressionless.

                                  CORRIGAN
                        Do you two know each other?

                                  NICK
                        No.

                                  CATHERINE
                        No.
                                                                     26.


              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
                               (continuing; 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 --
                                                                     27.


                                  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.

                                                               28.


                                  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
                               (continuing; smiles)
                        I love the rain, don't you?

              He says nothing, doesn't look at her.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        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.
                                                                     29.


                                  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
                               (continuing; 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.

                                                                   30.


                                  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
                               (continuing)
                        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?
                                                                     31.


                                  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.
                                                                     32.


                                  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.
                                                                     33.


                                  NICK
                               (smiles)
                        What else is new?

              A beat.  He looks at her again.

                                  NICK
                               (continuing)
                        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
                               (continuing)
                        Please don't -- don't --

              He puts his mouth to her shoulder, bites it -- as they move
              down to the floor.

                                                                     34.


              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
                               (continuing)
                        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
                               (continuing; with
                                difficulty)
                        You've never been... like that...
                        before.

              He says nothing, looks away from her.

                                  BETH
                               (continuing)
                        Why?

              He doesn't look at her a long beat, says nothing.
                                                                     35.


                                  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
                               (continuing)
                        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.

                                                                     36.


                                  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
                               (continuing;
                                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
                        one.

              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.
                                                                     37.


              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.

                                                                     38.


              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.
                                                                     39.


                                  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 she 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.

                                                                     40.


              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
                               (continuing)
                        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
                               (continuing)
                        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?





                                                                     41.


              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
                               (continuing)
                        Tell me about Professor Goldstein.

              A 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.




                                                                     42.


                                  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
                               (continuing;
                                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
                               (continuing)
                        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.





                                                                     43.


                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        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
                               (continuing; 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
                               (continuing;
                                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
                               (continuing)
                        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?

                                                                     44.


                                  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
                               (continuing)
                        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
                               (continuing;
                                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?                                                                     45.


              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
              beat.

                                  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.

                                                                     46.


                                  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?                                                                     47.


              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.
                                                                     48.


              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.

                                                                     49.


              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 --


                                                                     50.


                                  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.

                                                                     51.


                                  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
                               (continuing)
                        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.




                                                                     52.


                                  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
                               (continuing)
                        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.

                                                                     53.


                                  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.                                                                     54.


              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?                                                                     55.


              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.

                                                                     56.


                                  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
                               (continuing)
                        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.

                                                                     57.


                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        Can I have a cigarette, please?  I
                        told you you'd start smoking again.

              He watches her working on the ice.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        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
                               (continuing)
                        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 as 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
                               (continuing)
                        Cheers.  My friends call me
                        Catherine.

                                  NICK
                        What did Bobby Vasquez used to call
                        you?                                                                     58.


                                  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
                               (continuing; 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.

                                                                     59.


              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
                               (continuing; 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
                               (continuing)
                        How's your new book?





                                                                     60.


                                  CATHERINE
                        I'm getting deeper and deeper into
                        my character.

              They look at each other a long beat.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        Thanks for the drink.

              He nods, say nothing as she goes to the door --

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        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.




                                                                     61.


                                  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,  I
              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.


                                                                     62.


              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:                                                                     63.


              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.


                                                                     64.


              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.


                                                                     65.


                                  NICK
                               (continuing)
                        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 is wearing a black felt English derby hat, her hair
              loose underneath.

                                  NICK
                               (expressionless)
                        'Morning.

              She doesn't look at him -- he smiles slowly.  She doesn't
              smile and she doesn't seem to like his smile, either.  She
              walks along the beach.  He walks with her.  A long beat.

                                  NICK
                               (continuing)
                        I think Roxy got jealous.

              She looks at him.  He looks like he is trying to hide a
              smile.




                                                                     66.


                                  CATHERINE
                               (after a beat)
                        She's seen me fuck plenty of other
                        guys.

              That wipes the hidden smile off his face.

              He looks at her, walks with her.  A long beat.

                                  NICK
                        Maybe she saw something she didn't
                        see before.

                                  CATHERINE
                        She's seen everything before.

              She looks at him:  he's smiling now.

                                  NICK
                        She's never seen us before.

              He's serious.  She looks at him.  She smiles slowly.

                                  CATHERINE
                        Did you think it was so special?

                                  NICK
                        I told her it was the fuck of the
                        century.

              He can't hide his smile anymore.  She says nothing, keeps
              walking.

                                  NICK
                               (continuing; after
                                a beat)
                        What did you think?

                                  CATHERINE
                        I thought it was a pretty good
                        beginning.

              They look at each other.  They keep walking.  A long beat.

                                  NICK
                        How about Roxy?  Is she a fuck to
                        the century, too?

                                  CATHERINE
                               (after a beat)
                        Do you want her to join us sometime?

              He looks at her:  she's serious.

                                  NICK
                        I didn't mean for me -- I meant for
                        you.





                                                                     67.


              She looks at him.

                                  CATHERINE
                        I'm not as judgmental about women
                        as I am about men.

              They keep walking.  A long beat.

                                  NICK
                        How's your shoulder?

                                  CATHERINE
                        Fine.  How's your back?

                                  NICK
                        It hurts.

              She stops, looks at him.  A long beat.

                                  CATHERINE
                        We're alike, you know.

              A beat, he looks at her --

                                  NICK
                        Are you kidding?  You think this is
                        my idea of morning-after
                        conversation?

                                  CATHERINE
                               (keeps walking)
                        Do you want personal insights and
                        adolescent secrets?  I don't do
                        those.

              The keep walking.

                                  NICK
                        You mean getting inside you isn't
                        going to get me any deeper into
                        your character.

              She looks a him.  A beat.  She smiles slowly.

                                  CATHERINE
                        Not unless you confuse my character
                        with my body parts.

              They keep walking.  A long beat.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        Were you frightened, Nicky?

              He looks at her.
                                                                     68.


                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        I thought that business with the
                        scarf was pretty nifty.

                                  CATHERINE
                        I told you I had a vivid
                        imagination.

              They look at each other.  A long beat.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        You shouldn't play this game.

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        I don't have a choice.

              Their eyes are into each other.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (after a beat)
                        You're in over your head.

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        I know.

              A long beat.  They look at each other.

                                  CATHERINE
                        I've got a book to write.  I'll see
                        you around, Shooter.

              A beat, and she walks away towards the house.  He watches
              her.

              INT. A COUNTRY AND WESTERN BAR - NIGHT

              Nick walks in.  Waylon Jennings is on the JUKEBOX.  Gus is
              sitting at the bar wearing jeans, a cowboy shirt, and a
              cowboy hat.

              Nick goes, sits next to him.

                                  NICK
                               (grins)
                        What is this place?  Hillbilly
                        heaven?

              He glances around.

                                  GUS
                               (loud)
                        Where in the fuck you been?  I went
                        over to your place.





                                                                     69.


              He is drunk, slurring.  Nick sees it.

                                  NICK
                        Easy there, partner -- I wasn't
                        there.

                                  GUS
                        I went over last night, too.

                                  NICK
                               (grins)
                        I wasn't there last night, either.

              Gus takes a long, drunken look at him.

                                  GUS
                        You... fucked her!  Goddamn dumb
                        sonofabitch... You fucked her!
                        Goddamn, you are one dumb
                        sonofabitch --

                                  NICK
                               (trying to quiet
                                him)
                        I'm not gonna get AIDS, pop --
                        don't worry about it.  I always use
                        a rubber.

                                  GUS
                               (loud)
                        I don't give a... flyin'... chili-
                        bean... fart about AIDS!

                                  NICK
                               (grins; quietly)
                        You oughta use a rubber, pop.  You
                        really should.

                                  GUS
                               (loud)
                        What in the hell for?  You think
                        I'm gettin' any at my age?  I don't
                        like blue-haired women.  I don't
                        like 'em.

                                  NICK
                               (straight)
                        You don't like punk rockers?

                                  GUS
                               (loud)
                        Say what?

              INT. A DINER - NIGHT

              Gus is eating chili, drinking coffee.  Hick keeps pouring
              him more coffee.





                                                                     70.


                                  NICK
                               (grins)
                        You feeling better?

                                  GUS
                               (loud)
                        I feel fine!

              Nick pours him more coffee; Gus guzzles it.

                                  GUS
                               (continuing; loud)
                        How could you fuck her?

              It gets some looks from the other people in her -- Nick
              shushes him, pours him more coffee.  He drinks it.

                                  GUS
                               (continuing;
                                quietly)
                        You wanna die, son?  What is it --
                        those goddamn tourists -- you still
                        feel so bad about that you're
                        wigglin' your way into an icepi --
                               (suddenly louder)
                        We got too many goddamn tourists
                        comin' here anyway -- plenty more
                        goddamn tourists where they goddamn
                        came from.

              Some people here really give him the looks now.  Gus looks
              angrily away from them, drinks more coffee.

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat;
                                quietly)
                        I'm not afraid of her.

                                  GUS
                               (loud)
                        Why the hell not?

                                  NICK
                        I don't know.  I'm just not.

                                  GUS
                               (loud)
                        That's her pussy talkin' --

              He gets a real nasty look from a very fat woman eating a
              cheeseburger.  He winks at her.  The woman looks away from
              him, shaking her head.

                                  GUS
                               (continuing;
                                smiles; to Nick)
                        It ain't your brain.





                                                                     71.


              They look at each other a long beat.  Gus drinks more
              coffee.  He sits back, pulls his cowboy hat over his eyes.
              A long beat.

                                  GUS
                               (continuing;
                                quietly)
                        I.A. done did a track on Lt. Martin
                        D for Dickhead Nilsen.  They found
                        a safety deposit box with fifty-
                        thousand dollars in it, taken out
                        three months ago, used that one
                        time.

              He looks at the fat woman again -- leers at her obscenely.
              She looks away.

                                  NICK
                               (after a long beat)
                        It doesn't make sense.  She didn't
                        know me three months ago.

                                  GUS
                        Maybe it wasn't her that paid him.
                        Maybe the money was for somethin'
                        else.  How the fuck do I know?  I'm
                        just an old city cowboy tryin' not
                        to fall outta his saddle.

              Nick looks at him and smiles a thin smile; he's not there,
              he's completely preoccupied.

              INT. A CAR - NIGHT

              Someone is watching as he and Gus come out of the diner.

              EXT. THE STREET - NIGHT

              He stands by Gus as Gus gets into his battered, rusted,
              vintage Cadillac.

                                  NICK
                        You all right, pop?  You want me to
                        drive you?

                                  GUS
                        In that little pissant car of
                        yours?  Hell, no.  I ain't gettin'
                        no back pain disability
                        retirement -- I'm gettin' me a full
                        pension and a real gold-plate Seiko
                        watch.

                                  NICK
                        Come on, I'll drive you in this
                        thing.                                                                     72.


                                  GUS
                        You think I'd let you drive my
                        Cadillac car?  I ain't lettin' no
                        hear-up-his-ass person drive my
                        Cadillac car.

              And he steps on the gas and ROARS out of there, forcing
              Nick to get out of the way.  Nick looks after him a long
              beat, shakes his head.

              INT. A CAR - NIGHT

              Someone is following him slowly as he walks down the
              street.  He turns a corner, walks down the alley towards
              his Porsche, parked behind the country and western bar.

              The car suddenly speeds up -- ROARS down on him from the
              back, full bore.

              EXT. THE ALLEY

              He hurls himself across the Porsche's hood... barely
              avoiding the car.  He sees the car at the end of the alley,
              turning out:  It is a black Ferrari.

              INT. HIS PORSCHE

              He GUNS it down the alley, makes a wild turn in the
              direction the Ferrari turned.

              EXT. THE STREET

              The Porsche dodges around cars very fast, almost side-
              swiping them, looking almost out of control, its MOTOR
              screaming.

              INT. THE PORSCHE

              He sees the Ferrari turn ahead.  When he gets to where it
              turned, he turns wildly.

              EXT. THE STREET

              The Ferrari is making fast, wild turns into little streets
              in North Beach, its MOTOR screaming -- the Porsche is
              gaining ground behind it, making turns.

              INT. THE PORSCHE

              The Ferrari is up ahead and makes a wild right turn onto a
              road going up a hillside.  He yanks the wheel hard.

              EXT. THE STEPS

              The Porsche rockets up the steps -- bouncing high into the
              air, almost out of control.                                                                     73.


              INT. THE PORSCHE

              As it crests the steps and gets to the street.  Nick GUNS
              it and it looks like it flies high down the hill-side into
              blackness.

              EXT. THE STREET

              But it lands on more steps -- heading downward -- bucking,
              almost spinning, it bounces onto the next street.

              INT. THE PORSCHE

              Another set of steps leading up:  he GUNS it, it rockets
              up, ROARS, bucking --

              EXT. THE STREET

              And lands on the next street.  Nick makes a wild right turn
              onto the street.  And the black Ferrari appears from around
              a curve to the right, heading right for him.

              INT. THE PORSCHE

              Nick steps on the GAS and heads head-on for the Ferrari.
              The Ferrari SCREAMS head-on for him.

              EXT. THE STREET

              And at the last moment, in the game of chicken, the Ferrari
              tries to swerve around him on this narrow road, goes out of
              control and over the side, turning over and over as it
              rolls down the hillside.

              EXT. THE HILLSIDE

              The Ferrari has landed right-side up.

              He runs down the hillside and gets to it.  A beat, and he
              opens the car door.

              Roxy lies hunched over the wheel, her eyes open.  Her neck
              is broken.  She is dead.

              EXT. THE HILLSIDE - NIGHT

              Police lights have been set up.  He stands there with Lt.
              Walker and several of the Internal Affairs men.

                                  LT. WALKER
                        Tell me again.  I want to hear you
                        say it again.                                                                     74.




                                  NICK
                               (after a beat;
                                sheepish)
                        It was an accident.

                                  LT. WALKER
                        You're driving around North Beach
                        for no particular reason and this
                        car won't get out of the way --

                                  NICK
                        I don't think she meant to go off
                        the hill, do you?

                                  LT. WALKER
                               (quietly)
                        Don't fuck with me, Nick.  I don't
                        need a reason to put your ass in a
                        sling.

              He and Nick look at each other a long beat.  Andrews comes
              up to them with a piece of paper in his hand.

                                  ANDREWS
                        Full name, Roxanne Hardy.  Last
                        address -- Cloverdale, California.
                        No priors, no convictions.  The car
                        is registered to Catherine Tramell.

              Lt. Walker looks at Nick like he's going to kill him.  Nick
              looks calmly away.

                                  LT. WALKER
                        You knew her, didn't you?

                                  NICK
                        Gus and I talked to her at
                        Tramell's house.  All we did was
                        write her name down.

                                  LT. WALKER
                               (after a beat)
                        I told you to stay away from
                        Tramell.

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat;
                                smiles)
                        Yeah.  But you didn't tell me to
                        stay away from her car.

              Walker looks at him in absolute disbelief.

                                  AN I.A. MAN
                        I want you in Dr. Gardner's office
                        at nine o'clock.  You're out of
                        control, Curran.



                                                                     75.


                                  NICK
                               (to the I.A. Man)
                        Who are you guys gonna sell my file
                        to this time?

              They stare at him.  He watches as Roxy's body is taken away.

              INT. A POLICE CONFERENCE ROOM -DAY

              He walks in.  He looks good, in control.  Beth Gardner is
              sitting there with two middle-aged MEN, both of them
              wearing suits, who smile and scrutinize him the instant he
              walks in the door.

                                  BETH
                        Hello, Nick.  This is Dr. Myron and
                        R. McElwaine.  They've been asked
                        to consult with me on this
                        evaluation.

              They shake hands with him.

                                  DR. MYRON
                        Sit down, Nick.

              Nick gives him a look:  What did he think he was going to
              do -- stand there?

              He sits down, looks at them.  A beat, as they look at him,
              then --

                                  DR. McELWAINE
                               (courtly)
                        Nick -- when you recollect your
                        childhood, are your recollections
                        pleasing to you?

              Nick looks at them a long beat in disbelief.

                                  NICK
                               (calmly, directly)
                        Number one:  I don't remember how
                        often I used to jack off, but it
                        was a lot.
                        Number two:  I didn't get pissed
                        off at my dad -- even after I was
                        old enough to know what he and mom
                        were doing in the bedroom.
                        Number three:  I don't look in the
                        toilet before I flush it.
                        Number four:  I don't wet the bed
                        and haven't for some time.
                        Number five:  You can go fuck
                        yourselves because I'm out of here.

                                                                     76.


              INT. THE CORRIDOR

              He is walking away quickly.  Beth is with him, trying to
              keep up.  She is very angry.

                                  BETH
                        What is your problem?  I'm trying
                        to help you.  Why won't you let me
                        help you?

                                  NICK
                        I don't need any help.

                                  BETH
                        Yes you do.  Something's on with
                        you.
                               (a beat)
                        You're sleeping with her, aren't
                        you?

              A beat, he stops looks at her, then keeps walking.

                                  NICK
                        What is this interest you've got in
                        her?

                                  BETH
                        My interest is in you, not in her.
                        She seduces people, she
                        manipulates --

                                  NICK
                        I thought you hardly know her.

                                  BETH
                        I know the type.  I'm a
                        psychologist.

              He stops, looks at her.

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        That means you manipulate people
                        too, doesn't it, Beth?  You're a
                        practicing psychologist -- that
                        means you're better at it than she
                        is.

              She looks at him a long beat.

                                  BETH
                               (quietly)
                        I feel sorry for you, Nick

              A beat, and she turns and walks away.
                                                                     77.


              EXT. ROAD TO STINSON HOUSE - DAY

              Nick is driving down winding road to Stinson house.  He is
              driving very fast, passing other cars on the winding and
              twisting road.

              INT. THE STINSON BEACH HOUSE - DAY

              Nick enters and shuts door.  Looking around, he does not
              see her.

                                  NICK
                        Catherine!
                               (after a beat)
                        Catherine!

              Finally he sees her sitting by the window.  He walks over
              to her.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (near tears)
                        I should have known.  I came into
                        the house when you were down on the
                        beach.  She looked at me so
                        strangely.  She left right after
                        you.
                               (a beat)
                        I shouldn't have let her watch us.
                        She wanted to watch me all the
                        time.  She tried to kill you,
                        didn't she?

                                  NICK
                               (a beat)
                        Did you like her to watch?

                                  CATHERINE
                               (a long beat)
                        Do you think I told her to kill You?

                                  NICK
                               (softly, with
                                intensity)
                        No.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (after a beat, near
                                tears)
                        Everybody that I care about dies.

              She is about to break into uncontrolable sobbing.  Nick
              puts his arms around her.                                                                     78.


                                  NICK
                               (soothing)
                        It's OK.  It's OK.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (quietly, almost
                                begging)
                        Make love to me.

              INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

              They are seen rolling and turning around on each other.
              Their love making is sensual, sincere.

              Later in bed.

                                  NICK
                               (calmly, but
                                seriously)
                        Do you think she killed Johnny Boz?

                                  CATHERINE
                               (surprised,
                                startled)
                        For what... to set me up?  She
                        loved me she wouldn't frame me.

                                  NICK
                               (a beat)
                        Maybe she got jealous of Johnny
                        Boz, too.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (after a beat)
                        No, she didn't... she never got
                        jealous before... she got excited.
                               (a beat)
                        I don't have luck with women.
                        There was this girl I met while I
                        was in college.  I slept with her
                        once.  She started following me
                        around, taking my picture.  She
                        dyed her hair, copied my clothes.
                        Lisa something... Oberman.  It was
                        awful.






                                                                     79.


              A long beat, he looks at her.

                                  NICK
                        I thought you didn't do adolescent
                        secrets.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (after a beat)
                        I never have before.

              EXT. THE DECK - MORNING

              It is a bright, sunshiny day.  He is out there looking at
              the water.  She comes up behind him, hugs him.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (full of life)
                        Isn't it just beautiful?  I love it
                        here like this.

              He looks at her.

                                  NICK
                               (cold)
                        We're still playing games, aren't
                        we?

              She looks hurt.

                                  CATHERINE
                        No.

                                  NICK
                               (cold)
                        No?

                                  CATHERINE
                        No more games, Nick.  I'm tired of
                        playing games!

              They have their eyes on each other.

                                  NICK
                        Then tell me about Nilsen.

              She turns away from him.  He watches her.

                                  CATHERINE
                        You won't believe me.

                                  NICK
                        Try me.

              A beat, she looks at him.

                                                                     80.


                                  CATHERINE
                        I paid him $50,000 in cash for your
                        psychiatric file.

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        When?

                                  CATHERINE
                        About three months before I met you.

                                  NICK
                        Why?

              She turns away from him.

                                  CATHERINE
                        I'd read about your shootings in
                        the papers.  I decided to write a
                        book about a detective.  I wanted
                        to know my character.

                                  NICK
                        You paid $50,000 for your character?

                                  CATHERINE
                        I would've paid more.  I wanted to
                        know everything about you.  Then
                        you came down here after Johnny got
                        killed... it gave me a chance to
                        get to know my character better.

                                  NICK
                               (after a long beat)
                        What about the other night. What
                        about last night?  Was that to get
                        to know your character?

                                  CATHERINE
                               (after a beat)
                        Maybe I'm losing interest in my
                        book.

              Their eyes are on each other.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        Do you believe me?

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        I don't know.

                                  CATHERINE
                        I'll convince you.
                                                                     81.


              And she kisses him slowly, with more and more heat, on the
              lips.

              The cordless phone on the deck table goes off.  It keeps
              RINGING.  She breaks finally from the kiss, picks it up.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        Hello?

              She listens a beat, then hands him the phone.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        It's Gus-who-doesn't-like-me.

              He takes the phone.

                                  NICK
                        Catherine says you don't like her.

              INT. THE DETECTIVE BUREAU - DAY

                                  GUS
                               (on the phone)
                        She's right.  You got an icepick in
                        you yet?

              EXT. HER DECK - STINSON

              Catherine sees him smile.

                                  CATHERINE
                        What did he say?

                                  NICK
                        He asked if I had an icepick in me
                        yet.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (smiles)
                        Funny.

              INT. THE DETECTIVE BUREAU - DAY

                                  GUS
                               (on the phone)
                        You know that stuff they say about
                        how you can judge people by their
                        friends?

              EXT. HER DECK

                                  NICK
                        I don't believe it.
                                                                     82.


              INT. THE DETECTIVE BUREAU - DAY

                                  GUS
                        Why not?

                                  NICK
                               (smiles)
                        You're my friend, Gus.

              She watches him.

              INT. THE DETECTIVE BUREAU - DAY

                                  GUS
                               (seriously)
                        I'm gonna make you believe in it,
                        friend.

              INT. CLOVERDALE POLICE DEPARTMENT - DAY

              In CLOSEUP:  We see a large, glossy photograph of Roxy.
              She looks about thirteen.  She has braces in her teeth.

              Nick is looking at the photo -- it is in a file in his
              hands.  He sits there with Gus in front of a woman juvenile
              officer.

              He turns the file and we see a glossy of a little boy in a
              pool of blood.

              Nick looks up at the woman.

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        How old was she when this happened?

                                  THE WOMAN
                        Fourteen.  We seal juvenile records
                        until they're deceased.  That's why
                        you didn't find it in your computer.

                                  GUS
                        What was the motive?

                                  THE WOMAN
                        She said she didn't know herself,
                        just sort of did it on impulse.
                               (she shrugs)
                        The razor just happened to be there.

              They stare at her.

                                  THE WOMAN
                               (continuing)
                        That's what she said.
                                                                     83.


              INT. CLOVERDALE POLICE DEPARTMENT - DAY

              It is a small, old, rural building: a lot of Four-H type
              stuff on the walls.

                                  NICK
                        I don't understand what the hell's
                        going on here, pop.

                                  GUS
                        Ain't that hard, son.  This young
                        farmgirl, she got tired of all that
                        attention goin' to her little
                        brothers -- she fixed 'em.  Just
                        like 'ole Hazel Dobkins fixed her
                        whole family -- except young Roxy
                        here, she didn't use a wedding
                        present.  She used Daddy's razor.

              EXT. THE CLOVERDALE POLICE DEPARTMENT

              They are going to their cars, parked side by side.  The
              Porsche looks pretty badly banged up.

                                  GUS
                        It sure makes you wonder what they
                        talked about when they set
                        themselves down in front of the
                        campfire at night.   You ever met
                        any of her friends who hasn't
                        killed somebody.

              Nick looks at him.

                                  GUS
                               (continuing)
                        It musta beat your ordinary
                        everyday girl talk.

              Nick get into his car, sits there a beat.

                                  NICK
                        I'm not sure anymore she did it.

                                  GUS
                               (after a beat)
                        Which one you talkin' about now,
                        son?  We know ole Hazel did it; we
                        know young Roxy did it -- and the
                        other one:  Well, hell, she's got
                        that magna come lawdy pussy on her
                        that done fried up your brain.

              Nick looks at him.

                                                                     84.


              INT. THE REGISTRAR'S OFFICE - U.C. BERKELEY

              A young woman is checking a computer.  Nick is with her.

                                  THE WOMAN
                        Anderson.  Jack W. Donald M.  I'm
                        sorry.  No Lisa.

                                  NICK
                        Did you check all four years?

                                  THE WOMAN
                        Yes I did.

                                  NICK
                               (in disbelief)
                        Can you check again?

              She gives him a look, but punches it in again.

                                  THE WOMAN
                        No Lisa Anderson, detective.

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        Can there be some mistake?

                                  THE WOMAN
                               (straining patience)
                        Only if you're making it.

              He looks at her.

              EXT. CATHERINE'S HOUSE ON DIVISADERO - DAY

              He gets out of the Porsche, starts to go in.  He looks
              disturbed

              Catherine comes out of the house with Hazel Dobkins, the
              old woman we saw with her in Mill Valley.  Nick watches
              them a beat, then goes up to them.

                                  CATHERINE
                        Hazel , this is Nick.  I told you
                        all about him.  This is Hazel
                        Dobkins.

                                  HAZEL
                               (smiles)
                        You're the Shooter, aren't you?
                        How are you?

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        Fine.  Thank you.
                                                                     85.


              He looks at her sort of warily.

                                  NICK
                               (continuing; to
                                Catherine)
                        Can I talk to you a minute?

                                  CATHERINE
                               (to Hazel)
                        Honey, why don't you go in the car?
                        I'll be right there.

              The old woman starts going to the Ferrari.

                                  HAZEL
                               (brightly)
                        Goodbye, Shooter.

              Nick looks at Hazel a beat, then at Catherine.

                                  NICK
                        You like to hang out with murderers
                        or what?  Did you know Roxy --

                                  CATHERINE
                        Of course I knew.

              He looks at her a long beat.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing;
                                casually)
                        Look.  Sometimes when I do my
                        research, I get involved with
                        people.  It happened with you, too.

              She smiles.  He looks at her, doesn't know what to say.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        Killing isn't like smoking.  You
                        can quit.

              He looks at her:  What did she say?

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing;
                                preoccupied)
                        I've go to go.  I promised to get
                        her home by six o'clock.  She just
                        loves "America's Most Wanted."

              America's Most Wanted?  She turns to go.

                                  NICK
                        There was no Lisa Anderson at
                        Berkeley when you were there.





                                                                     86.


              She stops, looks at him a beat.

                                  CATHERINE
                        What were you doing, checking up on
                        me?  What for?

              He says nothing.  A long beat, she looks hurt.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing; after
                                a beat)
                        Henderson.

              And she's gone.

              INT. A PHONE BOOTH - DAY

              He is on the phone.

                                  NICK
                        Henderson.  Lisa Henderson.  With
                        an H.

              He waits.

                                  NICK
                               (continuing)
                        You do?

              INT. THE DETECTIVE BUREAU - NIGHT

              He sits in front of a computer screen with Andrews.

                                  ANDREWS
                        I can get my butt kicked for this.
                        You're not supposed to be in here.

                                  NICK
                        It's not gonna take long, Sam.

              We see the computer screen.  The screen says:

                   LISA HENDERSON  DMV LICENSE CHECK

              We wait and then we see the words:

                 1983 RENEWAL -- ELIZABETH GARDNER, 147
                                      QUEENSTON DRIVE, SALINAS, CAL.

              Nick stares at the screen.

                                  NICK
                               (continuing)
                        Bring it up, will you, Sam?

              A beat, and then we see the license itself:  It is Beth
              Gardner on the photo.  Nick stares.





                                                                     87.


                                  ANDREWS
                        Hey, that's Dr. Gardner, isn't it?

                                  NICK
                        Bring 1976 up.

              A beat, and the license comes up.  We see a young Beth
              Gardner on the photo.  She has blonde hair.

              Nick stares.

              INT. BETH GARDNER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

              She walks in.  The apartment is dark.

                                  NICK (O.S.)
                        You shouldn't leave your door open.

              She is startled.

                                  BETH
                               (after a beat)
                        I didn't.  Something's wrong with
                        my lock.

              A beat, she looks at him.

                                  BETH
                               (continuing; cold)
                        What do you want, Nick?

                                  NICK
                               (quietly)
                        Tell me about Catherine.

              She looks at him a long beat, then turns away --

                                  BETH
                        She told you, didn't she?

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        What did she tell me, Beth?

                                  BETH
                               (after a long beat)
                        I slept with her once in school.
                               (a beat)
                        I was just a kid.  I was
                        experimenting.  It was just that
                        one time.
                               (a beat)
                        She developed a... fixation... on
                        me.  She styled her hair like mine.
                        She wore the same kind of clothes I
                        did.  It scared me.                                                                     88.


              She looks at him, sees his look.

                                  BETH
                               (continuing)
                        Isn't that what she told you?

              He looks at her a long beat.

                                  NICK
                        She told me it was you.  You wore
                        the same kind of clothes.  You dyed
                        your hair blonde.

              A long beat as they look at each other.

                                  BETH
                        I did dye my hair.  It didn't have
                        anything to do with her.  I was a
                        redhead for a while, too.

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        Did you know Noah Goldstein?

                                  BETH
                        I had him in two classes.

                                  NICK
                        You saw all the reports, Beth!
                        Phil had you copied.  You never
                        said anything!

                                  BETH
                               (after a beat)
                        What do I say -- Hey, listen, guys,
                        I'm not gay, but I did fuck your
                        suspect.
                               (she turns away)
                        I was embarrassed.  It's the only
                        time I've been with a woman.

              She turns to him.

                                  BETH
                               (continuing)
                        She's really sick you know.  Don't
                        you know what she's doing?  She
                        knows I went to Berkeley.  She
                        knows I knew Noah.  She makes up
                        that story about me.  She's handing
                        you somebody who's obsessed with he
                        her.

                                  NICK
                        She didn't hand you to me.  She
                        doesn't even know who you are.  She
                        told me about Lisa Henderson.





                                                                     89.


                                  BETH
                        She knew you'd find out who Lisa
                        Henderson is.  You're a good cop --
                        what did she do?  Tell you casually
                        and make it seem irrelevant?
                               (she smiles)
                        Did she tell you in bed, Nick?
                        That's how I'd do it.

              Nick looks at her a long beat.

                                  NICK
                        Why did you change your name?

                                  BETH
                        I got married.
                               (a beat)
                        He was on staff at the clinic.  I
                        was down in Salinas.  It didn't...
                        last long.

              He gets up.  He looks at her a long beat.

                                  BETH
                               (continuing)
                        Nick -- Do you really think I...
                        that I could kill someone... I
                        never even met Johnny Boz.  What
                        about Nilsen?  What possible motive
                        would I have to kill him?

              He turns to go.

                                  NICK
                        You should do something about this
                        lock.

                                  BETH
                        She's evil.  She's brilliant.  Be
                        careful, Nick.

              He looks at her.

              EXT. HIS APARTMENT - NIGHT

              He gets out of his Porsche.  He walks toward the door.

              INT. HIS APARTMENT HOUSE - THE STAIRWAY

              He starts going up the dark stairway.  There is a hand on
              his neck.  He spins.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (smiles)
                        Do I scare you, Nick?
                                                                     90.


              He looks at her, doesn't say anything.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing; smiles)
                        I just thought I'd surprise you.
                               (a beat)
                        What's the matter?

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        I found Lisa Henderson.

                                  CATHERINE
                        Did you?  What's she doing?

              He looks at her, doesn't say anything.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        You're not going to tell me what
                        she's doing.
                               (a beat)
                        I thought we weren't playing games
                        anymore.

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        I did, too.
                               (a beat)
                        She told me it was backwards -- she
                        said you even styled your hair the
                        way she did.

              Catherine looks at him a beat, then smiles.

                                  CATHERINE
                        And you believed her?  I even went
                        down to the campus  police and made
                        out a report about her.

              He just looks at her.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        You still think I kill people,
                        don't you?

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        No.

                                  CATHERINE
                        Liar.

              And she's gone.
                                                                     91.




              INT. CAMPUS POLICE RECORDS ROOM - BERKELEY - DAY

              He stands with an old CAMPUS COP.  He is going through
              files.

                                  CAMPUS COP
                        Who'd you say you were with?

                                  NICK
                        Homicide.  San Francisco.

              He stops at a file, opens it.

                                  CAMPUS COP
                        Don't you guys communicate over
                        there?  You must be the same way we
                        are.

              Nick doesn't get it.

                                  CAMPUS COP
                               (continuing)
                        There was a report about Lisa
                        Henderson -- January, 1977 -- the
                        file's not here.

                                  NICK
                        What do you mean it's not here?

                                  CAMPUS COP
                        San Francisco P.D. Detective
                        Nilsen.  Internal Affairs.  You
                        know him?  Tell him we want it
                        back.  He's had it a whole year.

              Nick says nothing.

              INT. HIS APARTMENT - DAY

              He and Gus sit there -- they look tired, upset.

                                  GUS
                        So Nilsen had a report on her -- so
                        what.  You don't know what the hell
                        was in it?

                                  NICK
                        Catherine told me what was in it.

                                  GUS
                        If she's telling  you the truth.

                                  NICK
                        Don't you get it, Gus?  If Beth
                        killed Johnny Boz to frame
                        Catherine -- she wouldn't want
                        anyone to know what happened at
                        Berkeley.  It gives her the motive
                        to kill Nilsen.

                                                                     92.


                                  GUS
                        How did she know Nilsen knew about
                        it -- if it happened?

                                  NICK
                        He was I.A.  He probably asked her
                        about it.

              Gus thinks about it.

                                  GUS
                        She'd have to be nuttier than a
                        twenty-pound Christmas fruitcake.
                        She's not the one who hangs out
                        with multiple murderers -- your
                        girlfriend is.

                                  NICK
                        She's a writer -- it's part of what
                        she does.

                                  GUS
                               (irate)
                        Goddamn writers -- all they do is
                        use up trees and ruin people's eyes.
                               (a beat)
                        There's gotta be somebody at
                        Berkeley who knows what the hell
                        happened.

                                  NICK
                        I know what happened.  Catherine
                        told me what happened.

                                  GUS
                               (after a beat,
                                quietly)
                        You got goddamn tweety-birds
                        flutterin' around your head, that's
                        what you got.  You think you're
                        gonna fuck like minks, raise
                        rugrats, and live happily ever
                        after?  Oh, man.

              INT. THE STAIRWAY - HIS APARTMENT HOUSE - NIGHT

              He has his key out to open his door.  He hears MUSIC
              inside.  A beat, and he opens the door.

              INT. HIS APARTMENT

              It is dark.  We hear a Rolling Stones SONG.  He sees
              Catherine standing by a window, watching him.  She wears
              black jeans and the black motorcycle jacket.

                                                                     93.


              They look at each other a long beat.

                                  NICK
                        How'd you get in here?

                                  CATHERINE
                        I decided to give you one more
                        chance.
                               (a beat)
                        I missed you.

                                  NICK
                        You didn't not see me long enough
                        to miss me.

                                  CATHERINE
                        Did you miss me?

                                  NICK
                        No.

                                  CATHERINE
                        Come over here and tell me no.

              He walks up close to her.

                                  NICK
                        No.

              She unzips her motorcycle jacket slowly.  She wears nothing
              underneath it.

                                  NICK
                               (continuing)
                        That's below the belt.

              She reaches for him.

                                  CATHERINE
                        Not yet it isn't.

              She pulls him close.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        But we're getting there.

              INT. HIS LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

              They sit in the window seat, naked.  His back is against
              the wall.  She sits against him.  He has his legs around
              her.  They don't look at each other.  She is smoking.

                                  NICK
                        I have to do some research tomorrow.
                                                                     94.


              I'm very good at research.  I'll help you.

                                  NICK
                               (continuing)
                        No thanks.

                                  CATHERINE
                        What are you researching?

                                  NICK
                        I'm writing a book.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (smiles)
                        Really.  What are you writing about.

                                  NICK
                        A detective.  He falls for the
                        wrong girl.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (smiles)
                        What happens to them?

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        They fuck like minks, raise
                        rugrats, and live happily ever
                        after.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (after a beat)
                        It won't sell.

                                  NICK
                        Why not?

                                  CATHERINE
                               (after a beat)
                        Somebody has to die.

                                  NICK
                        Why?

                                  CATHERINE
                        Somebody always does.

              EXT. THE SALINAS CLINIC - DAY

              He walks in; it is a small valley hospital.  He goes up to
              the desk.  There are two women there.

                                  NICK
                        Hi, I'm looking for a Dr. Gardner?

                                                                     95.


                                  ONE WOMAN
                               (after a beat)
                        We don't have a Dr. Gardner on
                        staff here.

                                  THE OTHER WOMAN
                        Dr. Joseph Gardner?

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        Yeah.

                                  THE WOMAN
                        He died -- about five or six years
                        ago.

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        He was shot.

              INT. SALINAS SHERIFF'S OFFICE - DAY

              Nick sits with a sheriff's DETECTIVE.

                                  DETECTIVE
                        He was walking home from work.
                        They only lived a coupla blocks
                        from the clinic.  Somebody drove by
                        and shot him.

                                  NICK
                        What was the weapon?

                                  DETECTIVE
                        .38 revolver.  Never recovered.

                                  NICK
                        Were there ever any suspects?

                                  DETECTIVE
                        No suspects, no motive.  Unsolved.

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        Was his wife ever a suspect?

                                  DETECTIVE
                               (after a beat)
                        I had another one of you guys down
                        here from Frisco -- about a year
                        ago -- he asked me the same
                        question.  What's this about anyway?                                                                     96.


                                  NICK
                        Routine.

                                  DETECTIVE
                        Yeah, he said it was routine too.
                        Now it's two guys saying it's
                        routine.

                                  NICK
                        Do you remember his name?

                                  DETECTIVE
                               (after a long beat)
                        Nope, can't say that I do.

                                  NICK
                        Nilsen?

                                  DETECTIVE
                        That's him.

              A long beat, then --

                                  NICK
                        Was she ever a suspect?

                                  DETECTIVE
                        Nope.
                               (a beat)
                        There was some talk; it never
                        panned.

                                  NICK
                        What kind of talk?

                                  DETECTIVE
                        The usual -- a girlfriend.

                                  NICK
                        He had a girlfriend?

                                  DETECTIVE
                        Nope. She did.
                               (a beat)
                        Like I say.  It never panned.

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat, gets
                                up)
                        Thanks.

                                  DETECTIVE
                        I hope I helped you out.

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        You did.





                                                                     97.


              EXT. HER HOUSE IN STINSON - AFTERNOON

              He walks around the house; he sees her sitting out on the
              deck, a portable word-processor in front of her.  She is
              smoking.

              He goes up to her.

                                  NICK
                               (smiles)
                        Hi.  I missed you.  I finished my
                        research.

              He moves toward her.  She moves away, kills her cigarette.

                                  CATHERINE
                        I finished my book.

                                  NICK
                        How did it end?

                                  CATHERINE
                               (after a beat)
                        I told you.  She kills him.

              They look at each other a long beat.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing;
                                quietly)
                        Goodbye, Nick.

              He stares at her.  A long beat.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        I finished my book.
                               (a beat)
                        Didn't you hear me?*
                               (a beat)
                        Your character's dead.
                               (a beat)
                        Goodbye.

              He stares at her.  He can't believe what she is saying.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        What do you want, Nick?  Flowers?
                        I'll send you some flowers.

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        What is this -- some kind of...
                        Joke?
                               (a beat; he almost
                                smiles)
                        Are we playing games again?




                                                                     98.


                                  CATHERINE
                               (after a beat)
                        The games are over.  You were
                        right.  It was the fuck of the
                        century, Shooter.

              He stares at her.

                                  A VOICE INSIDE
                        Catherine?

              Nick looks -- Hazel Dobkins is there.

              Catherine still has her eyes on him.

                                  CATHERINE
                        Right there.

              A beat, and then she turns to go inside.  Hazel Dobkins
              smiles slowly at him.

              EXT. THE POLICE PARKING LOT - DUSK

              He sits in his Porsche, staring ahead.  He is parked next
              to Gus' Cadillac.  Gus is suddenly there, onway to his car.

                                  GUS
                               (excited)
                        Catherine Tramell's roommate her
                        freshman year.  I got a call from
                        her.  I've been calling people who
                        were in her dorm all day.  She
                        must've heard I was trying to talk
                        to her.  She says she knows all
                        about Catherine and Lisa Henderson.
                        She's over in Oakland.  You wanna
                        come with me?

              Nick just stares ahead.

                                  GUS
                               (continuing)
                        You look like you seen a ghost, son?

              Nick looks at him.

              INT. GUS' CADILLAC - NIGHT

              Gus drives.

                                  GUS
                               (excited)
                        Johnny Boz's psychiatrist has an
                        office on Van Ness.  Guess who he
                        shares office space with?  Dr.
                        Elizabeth Gardner.                                                                     99.


              Nick doesn't even respond.  Gus looks at him.

                                  GUS
                               (continuing)
                        What in hell's the matter with you?

              Nick doesn't say anything, stares ahead.

              EXT. AN OFFICE BUILDING - OAKLAND - NIGHT

              Gus gets out with Nick.  It is an old building.

                                  GUS
                        Where the hell you goin'?

                                  NICK
                               (after a beat)
                        I'm going with you.

                                  GUS
                        She said alone -- suite 405.  It
                        ain't gonna take long.

              A beat, and Nick gets back in the car.

              INT. THE OFFICE BUILDING - NIGHT

              Gus is on the first floor.  There is no one around.  He
              hits the elevator button.  A beat, and it comes.  He steps
              in.

              INT. THE ELEVATOR - NIGHT

              He hits the button for the fourth floor.

              The elevator rises a floor, stops.  The door opens.  There
              is no one there.  Then it starts going up again.  It rises
              to the third floor.  It stops.  The door opens.  There is
              no one there.  Then it starts to rise again.

              EXT. GUS' CADILLAC - NIGHT

              Nick sits there, staring ahead.

                                  NICK
                               (suddenly,
                                screaming)
                        Gus!

              INT. THE ELEVATOR

              As it goes up.  It stops.  The door starts to open.  As it
              does -- a figure in a hooded raincoat sweeps into the
              elevator.  It happens very fast.  We see blonde hair around
              the face.
                                                                     100.


              But we don't see the face itself -- the head is down, the
              hood up.  There is an icepick in the figure's hand.  The
              figure explodes into Gus.  The icepick goes into his neck.

              INT. THE STAIRWAY

              Nick tears desperately up the stairway -- he hits the
              fourth floor door.  It explodes open.

              INT. THE FOURTH FLOOR

              He stands there a beat, sees the elevator door open.  He
              runs there,  He sees Gus, crumpled into the corner of the
              elevator.

              INT. THE ELEVATOR

              He goes into the elevator -- holds Gus.  He is dead.  A
              long beat.  He sees the gun in Gus' hand -- he takes the
              gun out of his hand.  He runs out of the elevator.

              INT. THE FOURTH FLOOR

              He hears something.  Gun in hand, he runs towards the
              SOUND.  He stops, gun in hand, listens again.  He runs
              again, hears nothing.

              Behind him, we see a figure.

              He spins suddenly, gun, in hand.  Beth Gardner is there.
              She wears a windbreaker.  She has her hands in the pockets.

                                  BETH
                        What are you doing here?

                                  NICK
                               (screaming)
                        Put your hands up!

              She stares at him.

                                  NICK
                               (continuing;
                                screams)
                        Put your fucking hands up!  Don't
                        move.

                                  BETH
                        I got a message on my machine to
                        meet Gus here.  Where is he?

              She smiles a strange smile.  She takes a step toward him.                                                                     101.


                                  NICK
                               (screams)
                        Don't!
                               (a beat)
                        I know about your husband.  You
                        still like girls, Beth?

                                  BETH
                        What?

              She smiles strangely again, takes a step toward him.

                                  NICK
                               (screams)
                        Take your hands out of your pockets!

              She moves a hand in a pocket and moves towards him fast --

                                  BETH
                        What is wrong with you?

              And he FIRES the gun.  She is hit in the chest, goes down.
              A long beat, and then he goes to her.  He gets down on the
              ground.  Her eyes are open.  He empties the pockets of the
              windbreaker -- first one, then the other:  the pockets are
              empty.

                                  BETH
                               (continuing; in a
                                whisper)
                        I loved you.

              And she dies.

              INT. THE FOURTH FLOOR - LATER

              A lot of policemen, coroner's guys, photos being taken.
              Nick stands there with Lt. Walker, Harrigan, and some of
              the Internal Affairs guys.

                                  LT. WALKER
                               (upset)
                        What made you think she had a gun?

              Nick says nothing; he looks like a zombie.

                                  LT. WALKER
                               (continuing)
                        What the hell was she doing here?
                        What was Gus doing here?

              Andrews yells to them from the stairway door.

                                  ANDREWS
                        Lieutenant.
                                                                     102.


              INT. THE STAIRWAY

              A FORENSICS MAN very carefully handles a hooded rain coat
              in a stair landing.  He wears gloves.

              Nick is there with Lt. Walker.

              The Forensics Man picks the raincoat up -- a long blonde
              wig falls out of it.  There are flecks of blood on it.

              He reaches into the pocket and pulls out an  icepick.  It
              has a thin steel handle and is bloody.  He hands the
              icepick to an assistant.

              He looks at the raincoat.  It has blood on it.

                                  THE FORENSICS MAN
                        It's departmental issue.

                                  LT. WALKER
                               (quietly)
                        Jesus.

              INT. BETH GARDNER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

              Nick with Lt. Walker.  Nick looks like a zombie.

              Andrews comes up to them.  He has a gun in his hands.

                                  ANDREWS
                        Thirty-eight caliber revolver.
                        Bottom drawer, bureau in the
                        bedroom.

                                  LT. WALKER
                        Have  ballistics check it for
                        Nilsen.

              Harrigan comes out.

                                  HARRIGAN
                        Lieutenant, you'd better come in
                        here.

              Lt. Walker goes into the kitchen.  Nick follows him.

              There are several cops around a kitchen cabinet.  A drawer
              is open.

              Walker looks -- we look with him.  We see a copy of Love
              hurts, Catherine's paperback book, and a stack of photos of
              Catherine.

              Walker picks the photos up, goes through them -- we see
              shots of Catherine in college -- Catherine at a fight --
              Catherine with Johnny Boz -- Catherine with Roxy.                                                                     103.


              He hands the photos to Nick.

              Nick stares at them.

                                  LT. WALKER
                        I guess that's it.

              INT. THE DETECTIVE BUREAU - NIGHT

              Nick sits, his feet up.  He looks like a zombie.  With him
              are Lt. Walker, Andrews, and Captain Talcott.  We see other
              plainclothesmen in the b.g. -- a flurry of activity, people
              on phones.  A long beat.

                                  LT. WALKER
                        She must've heard you on the
                        stairway and dumped the stuff.

              Nick says nothing, stares off.

              A DETECTIVE comes over to them.

                                  DETECTIVE
                        There was no suite 405 in that
                        building.  Catherine Tramell's
                        roommate in her freshman year is
                        dead.  She died of leukemia two
                        years ago.

              An INTERNAL AFFAIRS MAN comes over to them.

                                  INTERNAL AFFAIRS MAN
                        Our files on Dr. Gardner show
                        nothing about a police report in
                        Berkeley -- nothing related to
                        Salinas, either.

              A long beat -- the phone RINGS.  Andrews picks it up,
              listens.

                                  ANDREWS
                        Thanks.

              He hangs up.

                                  ANDREWS
                               (continuing)
                        Ballistics says the .38 we found in
                        her apartment matches Nilsen.  No
                        registration.  They're checking
                        with Salinas.  The icepick is the
                        same brand and model as the Boz
                        weapon.

              A long beat -- Nick just stares.
                                                                     104.


              Harrigan comes up to them.

                                  HARRIGAN
                        We checked the tape machines at Dr.
                        Gardner's apartment and at her
                        office -- both here and the one on
                        Van Ness.  No message from Gus on
                        any of 'em.  The one at her
                        apartment was broken.
                               (a beat)
                        Johnny Boz's psychiatrist says he
                        thinks he remembers Dr. Gardner and
                        Boz meeting at a Christmas party at
                        his house a year ago.

              A long beat.

                                  LT. WALKER
                               (after a long beat,
                                sadly)
                        You just can't tell about people,
                        can you.  Even the ones you think
                        you know inside-out.

              He and Nick look at each other a beat.

                                  CAPTAIN TALCOTT
                        Congratulations, Curran.

              Nick looks at him, expressionless.

              EXT. HIS APARTMENT - NIGHT

              He parks his car.  It is dark.  Foggy.

              He starts heading inside.

              INT. HIS APARTMENT - NIGHT

              He goes in.  He starts to walk up the dark stairway, we see
              him walking up several flights of steps.

              INT. THE CORRIDOR TO HIS APARTMENT

              He opens his door with his key.

              INT. HIS APARTMENT

              He walks in.  The apartment is dark.

                                  A VOICE
                               (behind him)
                        Hi.


                                                                     105.


              It is a whisper, almost a hiss.  He spins, fast.  Catherine
              stands there, pressing herself against a wall.  They look
              at each other a long beat.  She looks like she is almost in
              a trance.

                                  CATHERINE
                        I heard about it... on TV.

              He looks at her, expressionless.  A long beat, their eyes
              are into each other.  She looks like she is almost
              shivering.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing)
                        I can't allow myself to care about
                        you -- I can't allow myself to
                        care -- I can't -- I can't --

              She looks very emotional.  He moves towards her, puts his
              arms around her, holds her very close.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (continuing; in a
                                whisper)
                        I don't want to do this -- please --
                        I don't want to do this -- I lose
                        everybody -- I don't want to lose
                        you -- I don't want to --

              He presses her closer and closer to himself, holds her.

              INT. HIS BEDROOM - NIGHT

              It is dark; we can't see clearly.

              Atop her... he makes love to her... gently... tenderly...
              hardly moving inside her... there are tears in her eyes...

                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

              INT. HIS BEDROOM - LATER

              Atop him... she is on her knees, straddling him... he is on
              his back, his eyes are closed... her head arches back...
              her breasts high... he strains toward her with his body...
              she holds her arms high... her right hand is in a fist...
              (we only see the back of her hand and arm)... it comes down
              suddenly... he bucks... writhes... then her whole body
              falls on top of him.

              A very long beat...

              We can't see him... her body completely covers him...

              And then finally he moves... turns her to the side...
              kisses her.

                                                       DISSOLVE TO:




                                                                     106.


              INT. HIS BEDROOM - LATER

              The Stones play "Sympathy For The Devil"  in the b.g.; the
              MUSIC is low.

              They lie next to each other on the bed.  The CAMERA faces
              them.  He lies, staring at the ceiling, on the left side of
              the bed, smoking a cigarette.  She is curled away from him
              toward the right side of the bed.  A long beat, then --

                                  CATHERINE
                        What do we do now, Nick?

                                  NICK
                               (after a long beat)
                        We fuck like minks.  We raise
                        rugrats.  We live happily ever
                        after.

              We see her right arm go to the side of the bed and then
              over.  He stares at the ceiling.

                                  CATHERINE
                        I hate rugrats.

                                  NICK
                               (after a long beat)
                        We fuck like minks.  We forget the
                        rugrats.  We live happily ever
                        after.

              We see from an ANGLE to the left side of the bed now:

              Her face is expressionless.  Her right arm dangles over the
              right side of the bed.  Her right hand is clenched.  Is she
              holding something in it against her arm?

              We see them from an ANGLE to the left side of the bed now:

              He turns his body away from her to put out his cigarette.

              We see her behind him slowly turning towards him and the
              CAMERA.  A beat, and he turns towards her.

              They look at each other.  A long beat as the SONG gets
              louder.  We see them in CLOSEUP.  We don't see her right
              arm.

                                  CATHERINE
                               (in a whisper)
                        I love you.
                                                                     107.


              A beat, and he kisses her.  The CAMERA BACKS AWAY from them
              slowly to the right side of the bedroom as they kiss, and
              we --

                                                       FADE TO BLACK:

              ... A long beat, as the SONG keeps playing... and we...

              FADE IN:

              We see them from the right side of the bedroom.  And then
              the CAMERA LOWERS SLOWLY as they kiss with more and more
              passion.

              It keeps going LOWER.

              There is something under the bed.  The CAMERA MOVES CLOSER
              towards it as "SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL" plays louder.  We
              see it now in CLOSEUP as the bed rustles above...

              It is a thin, steel-handled icepick.

              The SONG plays LOUDER and LOUDER, and we --

                                                       FADE OUT:





                                        THE END


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