(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.
You… fucked her! Goddamn dumb
sonofabitch… You fucked her!
Goddamn, you are one dumb
sonofabitch –!
(BETH) What do I say — Hey, listen, guys,
I’m not gay, but I did fuck your
suspect. I was embarrassed. It’s the only
time I’ve been with a woman.
(DETECTIVE) 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.
(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.
Lamont: You’re dealing with someone very dangerous, and very ill.
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. It was awful.
Lisa something… Oberman.
#1 Everybody she plays with dies. #2 I know what that’s like.
#1 I’m tired of being played with. #2 You’ve got a real conclusive way of demonstrating that.
#1 What did Manny Vasquez call you? #2 Bitch mostly, but he meant it affectionately.
#1 Who is this fucking guy? #2 Rock n’ Roll Gus …Johnny Bozz. #1 Never heard of him. #2 Before your time cowboy.
#1 You working on another book? #2 Yes I am. #1 It must be really something making stuff up all the time. #2 Yeah, it teaches you to lie.
#1 Nick, when you recollect your childhood, are your recollections pleasing to you?
#2 Number 1, I don’t remember how often I used to jerk off, but it was a lot. Number 2, I wasn’t pissed off at my dad, even when I was old enough to know what he and mom were doing in the bedroom. Number 3, I don’t look in the toilet before I flush it. Number 4, I haven’t wet my bed for a long time. Number five, why don’t the two of you go fuck yourselves; I’m outta here.
(1) You know an awful lot about me. (2) I don’t know anything that’s not police business. (1) You know I don’t wear any underwear.
(JOHN CORRELI) Were you ever engaged in any sadomasochistic activity?
(CATHERINE) Exactly what did you have in mind, Mr. Correli?
(NICK) Look Beth, last night I didn’t mean to say…(BETH) Yes you did. I’m a big girl, I can handle it..
(NICK) When was the last time you saw Johnny Boz (ROXY) Is he dead? (GUS) Why do you think he’s dead? (ROXY) Well you wouldn’t be here otherwise, would you…?
(Psychologist) Nick, when you recollect your childhood, are your recollections pleasing to you?
(Nick) Number 1, I don’t remember how often I used to jerk off, but it was a lot. Number 2, I wasn’t pissed off at my dad, even when I was old enough to know what he and mom were doing in the bedroom. Number 3, I don’t look in the toilet before I flush it. Number 4, I haven’t wet my bed for a long time. Number 5, why don’t the two of you go fuck yourselves
–Are you a pro?
–No, I’m an amateur.
–Writing a book about it gives you an alibi for not killing him.
–Yes it does, doesn’t it?
–You can make a mistake.
–Not me.
–You have the right to an attorney.
–Why would I need an attorney?
1) What’s your new book about? 2) A detective. He falls for the wrong woman 1) What happens? 2) She kills him
1*WE MADE LOVE. 2*IS THAT WHAT YOURE CALLING IT
1/ I love it. She’s got a hundred million bucks. She fucks fighters and rock & roll stars. And she’s got a degree in screwing with people’s heads
2/ You forgot about 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? It’s about a retired rock and roll star who gets murdered by his girlfriend
Beth: She intended the book to be her alibi. Lamont: Correct. Beth: She’s going to say ‘Do you think I’d be dumb enough to kill anyone in the exact same way I described in my book. I wouldn’t do that, because then i’d know i’d be the suspect.’
Beth: She must really be something; from a clinical point of view.
Beth: She seduces people, she manipulates people, she’ll do anything she can to- Curran: I thought you hardly knew her? Beth: I know the type, I’m a psychologist. Curran: (grabs her) That means that you manipulate people too, Beth. You’re a practising psychologist, your even better at it than she is!
Beth: Sometimes I really hate you. Curran: (heavily intoxicated) Ohhh.. why don’t you get yourself some friendly little therapist and, huh, work out some of that hostility. And maybe you can get off once and a while!
Beth: Well, what am I supposed to say; ‘Hey guys, I’m not Gay, but I did FUCK your suspect!’ I was embarrassed, it was the only time I’ve been with a woman.
Beth: You’ve never been like that before, why? Curran: You tell me, your the shrink.
Catherine: (breaking ice with an ice pick) You like watching me do it, don’t you? Could I have a cigarette too, please. See I told you, you’d start smoking again. Would you lite it for me, thanks (smiles). Curran: So how much did you pay Neilson for my file? Catherine: Isn’t he the policeman that you shot, Shooter?
Catherine: (getting into her car) I promised I’d get her home by six o’clock, she just loves America’s Most Wanted- Curran: (stops her) There was no Lisa Oberman when you were at Berkeley. Catherine: What are you doing.. (pushes Curran violently away) ..checking up on me, or what.. (gets into her car) I said Hoberman.. (starts the car engine and drives off angrily)
Catherine: Do you have a cigarette? Curran: I don’t smoke. Catherine: (bluntly) Yes you do. Curran: I quit. Catherine: Congratulations.
Catherine: Have you ever fucked on cocaine, Nick?.. It’s nice.
Catherine: He wasn’t afraid of experimenting. I like men like that. Men who give me pleasure. He gave me a lot of pleasure.
Catherine: I don’t have much luck with woman. There was this girl I met when I was in college, I slept with her once. She started following me around, taking my picture. She died her hair, copied my clothes. Lisa.. something.. Oberman. It was awful. Curran: I thought you didn’t make confessions. Catherine: (smiles) I never did before.
Catherine: I wasn’t dating him. I was fucking him. Gus: What are you, a Pro? Catherine: No, I’m an amatuer.
Catherine: I’d have to be pretty stupid to write a book about killing, and then kill someone the way I described in my book. I’d be announcing myself as the killer. I’m not stupid.
Catherine: I’m a writer. I use people for what I write, let the world beware.
Catherine: I’m not gonna confess all my secrets, Nick, just because I have an orgasm. You won’t learn anything I don’t want you to learn. Curran: Yes I will, and then I’ll nail ya. Catherine: Nah, you’ll just fall in love with me. Curran: I’m in love with you already.. (kisses Catherine) ..but I’ll nail you anyway. You can put that in your book.
Catherine: I’ve always had a fondness for white silk scarves. They’re good for all occassions. Curran: But you said you liked men to use their hands, didn’t you? Catherine: No, I said I liked Johnny to use his hands. I don’t make any rules, Nick. I go with the flow.
Catherine: Look, I really don’t feel like talking anymore. Gus: Listen lady, we can do this downtown if you want. Catherine: Then read me my rights and arrest me, and then I’ll go downtown. Otherwise, get the fuck out of here.. Please?
Catherine: Look, I write about unusual people and sometimes when I do my research I get involved with them. It happened with you. Killing isn’t like smoking (takes a drag from Curran’s cigarette) ..You can quit.
Catherine: My friends call me Catherine. Curran: What did Manny Vasquez used to call you? Catherine: Bitch, mostly. But he mean’t it affectionately. Do you have any coke? I just love coke with Jack Daniels. Curran: Got a Pepsi in the fridge. Catherine: (smiling) Well, it’s not really the same thing now is it? Curran: No, it’s not.
Catherine: Noah Goldstein was my counsellor in my freshman year, (chuckles) that’s probably where I got the idea for the ice pick for my book, (chuckles) funny how the subconcious works. Curran: Hilarious.
Catherine: Say, what do you want from me, Catherine. Curran: What the fuck do you want from me, Catherine?
Catherine: What goods a Shooter without his gun. Curran: How exactly did you find out? Catherine: I have attorneys, they have friends, they have friends. Money buys alot of attorneys and friends.
Catherine: Would you like a cigarette, Nick?
Catherine: You know I don’t wear any underwear. Don’t you, Nick?
Corelli: There’s, ah, no smoking in this building Ms. Tramell. Catherine: What are you gonna do; charge me with smoking?
Corelli: You ever, uh, engage in any sadomasochistic activity? Catherine: (smiles and leans forward) Exactly what did you have in mind, Mr. Corelli? Corelli: You ever tie him up? Catherine: No. Curran: You never tied him up? Catherine: (defensive) NO. Johnny liked to used his hands too much. I like hands and fingers.
Curran: (looking at Catherine’s breasts) I’ve seen em before. Catherine: Yeah, well you might not see em again. My book’s nearly finished, my detective’s almost dead.
Curran: Ah, I love it. She’s got a hundred million bucks, she fucks fighters and rock and roll stars. And she’s got a degree with screwing with people’s heads.
Curran: I guess, ah, Roxy’s not taking this so well, huh? Catherine: She’s seen me fuck plenty of guys. Curran: (laughs) Well maybe she saw something she’s never seen before. Catherine: (smiles, seriously) She’s seen everything before. Curran: Honey, I thought I’d seen everything before. Catherine: Did you really think it was so special? Curran: (bluntly) I told her, I though it was the fuck of the century.
Curran: I thought you didn’t have any cigarettes. Catherine: Oh, I found some in my pocket. Would you like one? Curran: I told you, I quit. Catherine: It won’t last.
Curran: It was an accident, they got in the line of fire. Catherine: Four shootings in five years, all accidents?
Curran: Number One; I don’t remember how often I used to jerk-off, but it was a lot. Number Two; I wasn’t pissed off at my dad, even when I was old enough to know what he and mom were doing in the bedroom. Number Three; I don’tlook in the toilet before I flush. Number Four; I haven’t wet my bed for a long time,and Number Five; Why don’t the two of you go fuck yourselves!
Curran: Rough day? Catherine: Not really. Curran: Beating that machine can’t be easy.
Catherine: If I was guilty and I wanted to beat that machine, it wouldn’t be hard, (laughs) It wouldn’t be hard at all.
Curran: They fuck like minks, raise rugrats and live happily ever after. Catherine: It won’t sell. Curran: pfft Why not? Catherine: Somebody has to die. Curran: Why? Catherine: Somebody always does.
Curran: Was there anyone with you last night? Catherine: No, I wasn’t in the mood last night.
Curran: Well your friend took out her whole family. Catherine: Yes, she helped me understand homicidal impulse. Curran: I thought you would have learned that at school. Catherine: (laughs) Only in theory. But you know all about homicidal impulse, don’t you Shooter? Not in theory; in practice, What happened. Did you get sucked into it? Did you like it too much? Curran: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Catherine: Tell me about the coke, Nick. The day you shot those two tourists, how much coke did you do? Hmmm.. come on, you can tell me. Curran: I didn’t- Catherine: (whispering) Yes you did. But they never tested you, did they. Internal affairs knew. (smiles) Your wife knew too, didn’t she? She knew what was going on, (whispers) Nicky got to close to the flame. Nicky liked it… that’s why she killed herself.
Curran: You always keep old newspapers around? Catherine: Only when they make interesting reading.
Curran: You have something against ice-cubes? Catherine: (laughs) I like rough edges.
Curran: You like playing games, don’t you?
Catherine: I have a degree in psychology, it goes with the turf. games are fun.
Curran: You playing a game here? Catherine: Games are over. You were right, it was the fuck of the century.. Shooter.
Gus: (driving away from Catherine’s beach-house) Nice girl.
Gus: (heavily intoxicated) You fucked her. You Goddamn dumb sonofabitch, you fucked her! Goddamn, you are one sonofabitch. Curran: Next time I’ll use a rubber.
Gus: (heavily intoxicated) You think I’m getting any? I mean, sure I can get laid, by Goddamn blue-haired women. I don’t like em. Woman: (in the distance) Don’t knock it till you tried it!
Gus: (in the middle of a crowded diner) How could you fuck her! (everyone turns around looking towards him and Curran, shocked) Nick: (embarrassed) Gus, come on..
Gus: Ain’t that cute, they got his and hers Picassos. Curran: Gus, I didn’t even know you knew what a Picasso was. Gus: Sure i do, says it right here. Curran: Her’s is bigger.
Gus: I’m just an old city cowboy trying not to fall out of his saddle.
Gus: I’m not gonna let some head up his arse person drive my cadillac car!-
Gus: It must really be something, making stuff up all the time. Catherine: Yeah, it teaches you how to lie. Gus: How’s that? Catherine: You make stuff up, it has to be believable. It’s called suspension of disbelief. Gus: I like that! Suspension of disbelief… Curran: What’s your new book about? Catherine: A detective. He falls for the wrong woman. Curran: What happens? Catherine: She kills him.
Gus: Maybe the maid did it. Walker: She’s fifty four years old and weighs two hundred and fourty pounds. Medical Examiner: No bruises on the body. Gus: (grins) It ain’t the maid.
Gus: Sure makes you wonder what they talk about when tehy sit in frnt of the campfire at night. You ever met a friend of hers that hasn’t killed somebody? Must beat your ordinary, everyday girl-talk. Curran: I’m not sure anymore she did it. Gus: (angrily slams his car door) Which one are we talking about now, Hos? We know old Hazel did it, we know young Roxy did it. And the other one, well, she got that magneted body-pussy on her that gone fried up ya brain!
Gus: That’s her pussy talking! (a woman in the background gasps) It ain’t ya brains.
Gus: When that girl mates, it’s for life.
Nielson: Don’t work too hard, Shooter. Might drive you to drink.
Roxy: Are you vice? Curran: No, homicide. Roxy: What do you want? Gus: When was the last time you saw Johnny Boz? Roxy: Is he dead? Gus: Why do you think he’s dead? Roxy: Well you wouldn’t be here otherwise.. would you?
Roxy: If you don’t leave her alone, I’ll kill you. Curran: Let me ask you something, Rocky. Man to man.. I think she’s the fuck of the century. What do you think? How long have you been here?.. You like watching, don’t you? Roxy: She likes me to watch.
Roxy: You’re looking for Catherine, not me. Curran: Who are you? Roxy: I’m Roxy.. I’m her friend.
Second Medical Examiner: There’s cum stains all over the sheets. Curran: (looks) Very impressive. Gus: he ‘got off’ before he got off.
Talcot: He was a civic minded, very respectable rock and roll star. Gus: (points) Then what’s that? Gus: It looks like civic minded, very respectable cocaine.
Walker: She is screwing with your head, Nick. Stay away from her.
Walker: Why have you waived your right to an attorney, Ms. Tramell? Catherine: (to Curran) Why did you think I wouldn’t want one? Curran: I told them you wouldn’t want to hide. Catherine: (to everyone) I have nothing to hide.
Correlli: You ever engage in any sado-masochistic activities?
Tramell: Exactly what did you have in mind, Mr. Corelli…?
Do you still like girls, Beth?
Everyone that she plays with dies.
Games are fun.
Homicide. San Francisco.
I don’t make any rules, Nick….I go with the flow…
I had sex with him for about a year
and a half. I liked having sex
with him. He wasn’t afraid of experimenting.
I like men like that. I like men
who give me pleasure. He gave me a
lot of pleasure.
I have nothing to hide.
I think she’s the fuck of the century
Killing isn’t like smoking…you can quit
LOVE HURTS
Love Hurts.
Magna Cum Laude Pussy done fried your brain!
Only in theory, but you know all about homicidal impulse……don’t you Shooter?
See, I told you you would start smoking again.
She intended the book to be her alibi. 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.
She knows where I live and breath
She likes it when I watch
Sometimes I think he started banging her just to get off the hook with Internal Affairs.
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.
We’re alike, you know.
What are you going to do, arrest me for smoking?
What are you going to do…charge me with smoking?
What are you going to do? Charge me with smoking?
What do you want? Flowers?
Where’s it going? What do you want from me?
Would you like a cigarette, Nick?
You know sometimes I can’t tell shit from shinola Doc. What was all that you just said.
YOU LIKE TO WATCH DONCTHA……… SHE LIKES ME TO WATCH
YOU LIKE TO WATCH DONCTHA………SHE LIKES ME TO WATCH
You make it up but it has to be believable. They call it suspension of disbelief.
You make stuff up, it has to be believable. It’s called suspension of disbelief.
You’re dealing with someone very dangerous…And very ill.
You’re never been like that before.
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