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They glance at each other again.
GUS
What are you – a pro?
Catherine looks at him – that thin smile again.
CATHERINE
No. I'm an amateur.
She looks away.
NICK
How long were you having sex with him?
CATHERINE
About a year and a half.
NICK
Were you with him last night?
CATHERINE
Yes.
NICK
Did you leave the club with him?
CATHERINE
Yes.
NICK
Did you go home with him?
CATHERINE
No. We had a drink at the club. We left together. I
came here. He went home.
NICK
Was there anyone with you last night?
CATHERINE
(looks at Nick)
No. I wasn't in the mood to have sex with anyone last
night.
They look at her a beat.
NICK
Let me ask you something, Ms. Tramell? Are you sorry
he's dead?
Catherine looks at him.
CATHERINE
Yes. I liked fucking him.
They stare at her. She looks out at the water.
CATHERINE
(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.
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.
BETH
How about the booze?
NICK
It's been three months.
BETH
(after a long beat)
How about the coke?
NICK
No.
BETH
No?
NICK
(hard)
No! I'm working my tail off. I'm off the sauce, I'm not
even smoking anymore.
She smiles.
BETH
How's not smoking?
NICK
It's fucked – now will you please tell I.A. that I'm
just you average healthy totally fucked-up cop and let me get out of here?
BETH
(after a beat; smiles)
Yes.
NICK
Thank you.
And he starts heading out.
BETH
(behind him)
I still miss you, Nick.
He doesn't even turn, pretends he didn't hear.
INT. THE DETECTIVE BUREAU
He walks in. Gus Moran gets up from his desk as soon as he sees him.
GUS
Talcott's in there. They're waiting.
They start heading for Lt. Walker's office.
GUS
(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.
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.
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.
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.
INT. THE PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE – DAY
PROSECUTOR JOHN
CORRIGAN, a big man in his 50's, with
Captain Talcott, Lt. Walker, Nick, and Gus.
Corrigan is reading a file. He gets up, yawns, goes to his window,
looks out.
CORRIGAN
Come on, you know there's no case here. There's no
physical evidence – okay, she doesn't have an alibi: but there's no motive. Her
defense would just beat us to death with the copycat thing. Anybody who read
the book could have done it.
A long beat; no one says anything.
NICK
So what do we do – nothing?
LT. WALKER
(after a beat)
We bring her in for questioning.
TALCOTT
She's got enough money to burn this whole department
down.
LT. WALKER
She was the last person seen with the guy – I'll take
the responsibility.
TALCOTT
It's yours.
CORRIGAN
It won't do any good. She'll come in with Lee Bailey
and Mel Belli trailing behind her on a solid gold chain from Tiffanys.
TALCOTT
Yes she will.
NICK
(after a beat)
No she won't.
They look at him.
NICK
(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.
