What do you want from me?
Say, "what do you want from me, Catherine?"
What the fuck do you want from me, Catherine?
Brought you something.
Aren't you going to say thank-you?
- What's it about? - It's about a boy who kills his parents.
They have a play, and he makes it look like an accident.
Why did he do that?
To see if he could get away with it.
When did you write this?
You mean, did I write it before my parents died?
No. I wrote it years afterwards.
You wont stop following me around now just because you're on leave?
Absolutely not.
Good, I'd miss you.
You could get in trouble. You're not really a cop anymore.
- I'll risk it. - Why take the risk?
To see if I can get away with it.
- How's your new book? - Practically writing itself.
I'll be leaving about midnight, in case you are going to follow me.
- I'll be at Johnny Boz's club. - I'll meet you there.
Hi, Gus.
Forgive me for asking, and I don't mean to belabor the obvious...
but why've you got your head so far up your ass?
She wants to play. Fine, I can play.
Everybody she plays with dies.
I know what that's like.
- Hi. - Hi, baby.
If you don't leave her alone, I'll kill you.
Let me ask you something, "Rocky."
Man to man.
I think she's the fuck of the century.
What do you think?
How long you been here?
You like watching, don't you?
She likes me to watch.
Oh, God.
"The beach C"
Good morning.
I guess Roxy's not taking this too well.
She's seen me fuck plenty of guys.
Well, maybe she saw something she's never seen before.
She's seen everything before.
Honey, I thought I'd seen everything before.
Did you really think it was so special?
I told her I thought it was the fuck of the century.
What do you think?
I thought it was a pretty good beginning.
What about Roxy?
Is she more fun?
Would you like her to join us sometime?
- Did she join you and Johnny? - No, he felt intimidated.
Look what happened to him.
Tell me, were you frightened last night?
That's the point, wasn't it?
That's what made it so good.
- You shouldn't play this game. - Why not? I like it.
You're in over your head.
Maybe, but this is how I'll catch my killer.
I'm not going to confess all my secrets just because I have an orgasm.
You won't learn anything I don't want you to know.
Yes, I will. Then I'll nail you.
You'll just fall in love with me.
I'm in love with you already.
But I'll nail you anyway.
You can put that in your book.
No
Not that bar again
Oh, I want to know you're the one
And I don't mean the one I regret
The heart's still going
- Thought I'd find you here. - Where the fuck you been?
- I've been over to your place. - Easy, cowboy, easy.
- I wasn't there. - I went over last night too.
Well, I wasn't there either.
You fucked her.
God damned, dumb son of a bitch!
You fucked her!
God damn! You are one...
dumb son of a bitch!
Next time, I'll use a rubber.
I don't give a flying, chili bean fart about that!
- How about it, Harry. How much? - Thirty-two.
I'm worried about him, he's worried about rubbers.
You really gotta protect yourself.
What in the hell for?
You think I'm getting any? Sure, I can get laid by blue haired women!
- I don't like them! - Don't knock it 'til you tried it!
Feeling better?
I feel fine.
How could you fuck her?
Come on.
You want to die, Hoss?
What is it? Those tourists?
You still so bad about that, you're wiggling your way into an ice pick?
Got too many, god damn tourists coming here anyway!
- Hold it down. - Plenty more where they came from!
I'm not afraid of her.
Why the hell not?
I don't know.
I'm just not.
That's her pussy talking! It ain't your brain!
Come on.
I.A. Did a track on Lieutenant Martin D-for-dickhead Nilsen.
They found a safety deposit box with $50,000 in it...
taken out three months ago and not used since.
That doesn't make any sense. She didn't know me three months ago.
Maybe it wasn't her that paid him.
Maybe the money was for something else. How the fuck do I know?
I'm just an old city cowboy trying not to fall out of his saddle.
- All right, cowboy? - Yeah.
Come on. I'm going to drive you home.
In that little piss-ant car of yours?
Hell, no. I ain't getting no back pain disability retirement.
I'm gonna get a full pension and a real gold-plate Seiko watch.
I'm driving you...
You're not driving my Cadillac car!
I won't let no head-up-his-ass person drive my Cadillac car!
So long!
You wanna play? Come on!
Lieutenant! I got the information.
Get it down here!
You signed your name to this crock of shit?
Why not? It was an accident.
"Your driving around North Beach and this car won't get out of the way."
I don't think she meant to go off the edge.
- Could we have him for a minute? - No, you can't!
Don't fuck with me on this. I don't need a reason to put your ass in a sling.
Full name is Roxanne Hardy. Last known address, Cloverdale, California.
No priors, no convictions.
Car is registered to Catherine Trammel.
- You knew her! - I met her at Trammel's house.
All I did was write her name down.
You wrote her name down and then big surprise...
she rolls her car down a hill and dies.
- Is that what you're telling me? - That's all I know.
You know what then? Fuck you!
- I want you at Dr. Garner's office... - I told you to stay away from Trammel!
You didn't tell me to stay away from the car!
- I want you at Dr. Garner's office! - Who are you selling my file to now?
You are out of control, Curran. You hear me?
Hello, Nick. This is Dr. Myron...
and Dr. McElwaine.
They've been asked to consult with me on this psychiatric evaluation.
Sit down.
We understand you're having difficulty controlling your temper lately.
Only in regard to one person.
Do you think Lieutenant Nilsen deserved to die?
I didn't know him well enough.
I won't miss him.
When you recollect your childhood...
are your recollections pleasing to you?
Number one: I don't remember how often I jerked 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 did in the bedroom.
Number three: I don't look in the toilet before I flush.
Number four: I haven't wet my bed for a long time.
Number five...
why don't the two of you go fuck yourselves.
I'm out of here.
What's your problem? I'm trying to help.
- Why won't you let me? - I don't want your help!
- I don't need it. - Yes, you do!
Something's going on.
You're sleeping with her, aren't you?
- Why are you interested in her? - My interest is in you, not her.
She seduces and manipulates people.
- She'll do anything she can... - I thought you hardly knew her?
- I know the type. I'm a psychologist. - That means...
you manipulate people too!
You're a practicing psychologist.
You're better at it than she is!
I feel sorry for you!
I should have known.
I came in to the house.
When we were down on the beach...
she looked at me so strangely.
She left right after you.
L...
I shouldn't have let her watch us.
She wanted to watch me all the time.
She tried to kill you, didn't she?
- Did you like her to watch you? - You think I told her to kill you?
No.
Everybody that I care about...
dies.
Make love to me.
You think she killed Johnny Boz?
For what, to set me up?
She loved me. She wouldn't frame me.
- Maybe she got jealous of Johnny too. - No, she didn't.
She'd never get jealous before.
She got excited.
I don't have luck with women.
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 dyed her hair, copied my clothes.
Lisa...
something, Oberman.
It was awful.
I thought you didn't make confessions.
I never did before.
Another nice girl.
How old was she when it happened?
Sixteen.
We seal juvenile records until they're deceased.
That's why you couldn't find it in your computer.
What was the motive?
She said she didn't know. Just sort of did it on impulse.
The razor just happened to be there. That's what she said.
- Help yourself to some coffee. - Thanks.
I don't understand what the hell is going on here.
It ain't hard, Hoss. This young farm girl...
got tired of all that attention going to her little brothers...
so she fixed them.
Just like old Hazel Dobkins fixed her whole family.
Except young Roxy, here, didn't use a wedding present.
She used daddy's razor.
Sure makes you wonder what they talk about...
when they sit in front of the campfire at night.
You ever met a friend of hers that hasn't killed somebody?
Must of beat your ordinary, every day girl talk.
I'm not sure, anymore, she did it.
Which one we talking about now?
We know Hazel did it. We know young Roxy did it.
And the other one...
She's got that magna cum laude pussy that fried up your brain.
"Oberman, Mark W., Donald M."
Sorry, no "Lisa."
You sure about the year?
Catherine Tramell graduated in '83.
She said Lisa Oberman was here at the same time.
Yeah, we have Tramell.
But no Lisa Oberman.
Are you sure? There can't be a mistake?
Only if you're making it, Detective.
Hazel, this is Nick. I told you all about him.
Nick, this is Hazel Dobkins.
You're the shooter, aren't you?
How are you?
Fine, thank you. Can I speak to you for a minute?
Would you wait for me in the car? I'll be right there.
Good-bye, shooter.
You like to hang out with murderers, or what?
- You know that Roxy was involved... - Yes, of course, I knew.
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.
You can quit.
I gotta go.
I promised I'd get her home by 6:00.
She just loves "America's Most Wanted."
There was no Lisa Oberman when you were at Berkeley.
What are you doing? Checking up on me?
For what? I said "Hoberman."
"Hoberman." Lisa Hoberman, with an H.
You do?
All right. Thank you very much.
You know I can get my butt kicked for this.
- You're not even supposed to be here. - Come on, Sam.
- This is only gonna take a minute. - Yeah.
Bring it up.
That's Dr. Garner, isn't it?
Bring up '83.
Come on.
You shouldn't leave your door open.
I didn't. There's something wrong with my lock.
What do you want?
Tell me about Catherine.
She told you, didn't she?
What did she tell me?
I slept with her once in school.
I was just a kid. I was experimenting.
It was just that one time.
She developed a fixation on me.
She styled her hair like mine, wore the same kind of clothes as I did.
It scared me.
Isn't that what she told you?
She said it was you.
You dressed like her. You dyed your hair blonde...
I did dye my hair. It had nothing to do with her.
- I was a redhead for a while too. - Did you know Noah Goldstein?
- I had him for two classes. - You saw all the reports.
Phil copied you. You never said anything!
What am I supposed to say?
"I'm not gay, but I did fuck your suspect"?
I was embarrassed. It was the only time I'd been with a woman.
She's really sick, you know.
Do you know what she's doing?
She knows I went to Berkeley. She knows I knew Noah.
She makes up this story about me.
She's handing you somebody who's obsessed with her.
She didn't hand you to me. She doesn't know who you are.
You told me about a Lisa Hoberman.
She knows you'd find out who Lisa is. You're a good cop.
She tell you casually?
Make it seem irrelevant?
Did she tell you in bed?
That's what I'd do.
Why'd you change your name?
I got married. He called me "Beth."
He was on staff at the clinic in Salinas.
Didn't last long.
Do you really think that I could kill someone?
I never even met Johnny Boz!
And what about Nilsen? What motive would I have to kill him?
- You should get that lock fixed. - God...
She's evil! She's brilliant!
Did I scare you?
I wanted to surprise you.
- What's wrong? - I found Lisa Hoberman.
Oh, you did? What's she doing?
You're not going to tell me what she's doing.
- I thought we were done playing games. - I did too.
She said you got it backwards.
She said you styled your hair like she did.
And you believed her.
I had to go to the campus police and file a report about her.
I suppose you still think I kill people too?
Liar.
- Who'd you say you're with? - Homicide, San Francisco.
Here we go.
Kind of.
There was a report about Lisa Hoberman, January, 1980.
- But it's out of here. - Who's got it?
One of your guys. Nilsen.
- You know him? - Yeah.
Thanks a lot.
Tell him to bring it back. He's had it a whole year.
So Nilsen had a report on Beth. You don't know what was in it.
- Catherine told me what was in it. - If she's telling you the truth.
Gus, don't you get it?
If Beth killed Johnny Boz to frame Catherine...
she wouldn't want anybody to know what happened in Berkeley!
But Nilsen found out about it. That gives her the motive to kill him.
How did she know Nilsen found out, if it happened?
He probably asked her!
She'd have to be nuttier than a 20 pound fruitcake!
She's not the one who hangs out with multiple murderers!
- You're girlfriend is! - She's a writer! That's her job!
I don't buy it. There must be somebody at Berkeley who knows what happened!
I know what happened! Catherine told me!
- Everything she says has checked out! - You got tweety birds...
fluttering around in your head!
You think you can fuck like minks, raise rug rats...
and live happily ever after?
Oh, man!
How'd you get in here?
What's this?
I decided to give you a second chance.
- I missed you. - I wasn't gone long enough.
Did you miss me?
No.
Why don't you come over here and tell me no.
- I've seen them before. - Yeah?
Well, you might not see them again.
My book's nearly finished.
My detective's almost dead.
So I've got time for a last cigarette?
Afterwards.
I've got to do some research tomorrow morning.
I'm good at research. I'll help you.
No, thanks.
What are you researching?
Oh...
a new ending to your book.
Oh, really? What's the twist?
The detective falls for the wrong girl.
But he doesn't die.
So what happens to him?
They fuck like minks, raise rug rats...
and live happily ever after.
It won't sell.
Why not?
Somebody has to die.
Why?
Somebody always does.
Morning. I'm looking for a Dr. Garner.
She doesn't work here anymore. She's in San Francisco with the police.
Actually, I'm looking for her husband.
- He works here too, doesn't he? - Dr. Joseph Garner?
- She married? - You know him?
He died about five or six years ago.
- How did he die? - He was shot.
Thank you.
He was walking home from work.
He only lived a couple of blocks from the clinic.
Somebody just drove by and shot him.
- What was the murder weapon? - Revolver, .38. Unrecovered.
- Watch yourself. - Were there any suspects?
No suspects, no motive. Unsolved.
Was his wife ever a suspect?
One of your guys was down here from Frisco a year ago.
He was asking the same, exact thing.
You mind telling me what's going on?
Routine.
That's exactly what he said.
Now I got two of you guys telling me it's "routine."
You remember what the other guy's name was?
No. I can't really say that I do.
Nilsen?
Yeah. That was it.
- So was she ever a suspect? - No.
There was some talk.
But it never panned out.
- What kind of talk? - Girlfriend.
He had a girlfriend?
No.
She did.
But like I said, it never panned out.
- Thank you. - Hope that helped you out.
Yes, you did. You sure did.
I missed you.
I finished my research.
- I finished my book. - So how does it end?
I told you.
She kills him.
Good-bye, Nick.
Good-bye?
Yeah. I finished my book.
Didn't you hear me?
Your character's dead.
Good-bye.
What do you want, flowers?
I'll send you an autographed copy.
What is this, some kind of joke?
You playing a game here?
The games are over.
You were right.
It was the fuck of the century, shooter.
I'll be right there.
Catherine Tramell's roommate, freshman year?
I just got a call from her. She's in Oakland. Come on!
I've been phoning people from her dorm all day.
She must've heard I was trying to reach her.
Says she knows all about Catherine and Lisa Hoberman.
You feeling okay?
Here's something else.
Johnny Boz's psychiatrist has an office on Van Ness.
Guess who he shares space with?
Dr. Elizabeth Garner.
What in the hell's the matter with you?
I'll be in suite 405.
- Where the hell you going? - I'm going with you.
You're on leave, Hoss.
It ain't gonna take long.
Freeze!
What are you doing here?
Put your fucking hands up!
I got a message to meet Gus here.
- Where is he? - Don't you move!
I know about your husband! You still like girls, Beth?
- What? - Take you hands out of your pocket!
- Take them out! - What's wrong with you?
Take them out!
I loved you.
Oh, God!
What made you think she had a gun?
What was she doing here? What was Gus doing here?
Lieutenant.
One of ours.
Jesus.
We'll have to check Beth's apartment.
Thirty-eight caliber revolver.
In the bookcase, behind some books.
Have ballistics check it for Nilsen.
Lieutenant. You better come in here.
I guess that's it.
Definitely not. We feel all the evidence points to Dr. Elizabeth Garner.
We checked. It's her size.
She probably heard you on the stairway and dumped this stuff.
There's no suite 405.
Catherine Tramell's freshman roommate is dead.
She died of leukemia two years ago.
- Here's a fax of her death certificate. - What about Salinas?
Yeah, hold on. Jack!
Did you check Nilsen's office for any files on Beth Garner?
No police report from Berkeley. Nothing at all about Salinas.
I'm back.
Great.
Ballistics says the.38 we found in her apartment was used on Nilsen.
No registration. They're checking with Salinas.
The ice pick was the same brand and model as the Boz weapon.
Checked the tape machines at Dr. Garner's apartment and office...
both here and the one on Van Ness.
There's no message from Gus on any of them.
The tape in her apartment was unused.
Johnny Boz's psychiatrist says he thinks he remembers...
Dr. Garner and Boz meeting at a Christmas party at his house.
Ayear ago.
You just can't tell about people, can you?
Even the ones you think you know inside and out.
Congratulations, Curran.
I heard about what happened.
On TV.
I can't allow myself to care about you.
I can't allow myself...
to care.
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.
What do we do now?
Fuck like minks...
raise rug rats and live happily ever after.
I hate rug rats.
Fuck like minks, forget the rug rats...
and live happily ever after.