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in order to place the blame|on the person who wrote that book.

I'm talking about a deep-seated|obsessional hatred...

and an utter lack of respect|for human life.

So, we got a once in a lifetime,|top of the line looney-tuney.

That's what you're saying,|right, Doc?

You're dealing with someone|very dangerous...

and very ill.

You know there's no case here.|You've got no physical evidence.

She hasn't got an alibi.

She hasn't got a motive, either.|Believe me...

her defense would just beat us to death|with this copycat thing.

Anybody who read the book|could have done it.

- What do you want to do now? Nothing?|- We call her in for questioning.

She's got enough money|to burn the department down...

She was the last person|seen with the guy.

I'll take the responsibility.

It's yours.

It won't do any good.

She'll just waltz in|with some superstar lawyer...

who'll get us all canned|for wasting the taxpayers' money.

- That's exactly what she'll do.|- No, she won't.

I don't think she'll hide|behind anybody.

I don't think she's|gonna hide at all.

Then she's as crazy|as you are, Curran.

You know what they say:

Takes one to know one.

Miss Tramell, we'd like you to come|downtown to answer a few questions.

Are you arresting me?

If that's the way|you want to play it.

Could I change|into something more appropriate?

It'll only take a minute.|Come on in.

Make yourselves comfortable.|I'll be right back.

- Hey, Gus.|- Hmm?

- So, how long is this gonna take?|- I don't know.

Do you always keep|old newspapers around?

Only when they make|interesting reading.

- I'm ready.|- You have the right to an attorney.

Why would I need an attorney?

- Do you have a cigarette?|- I don't smoke.

Yes, you do.

- I quit.|- Congratulations.

I thought you didn't|have any cigarettes.

Oh, I found some in my pocket.|Would you like one?

I told you, I quit.

It won't last.

- You working on another book?|- Yes, I am.

It must really be something|making stuff up all the time.

Yeah, it teaches you to lie.

How's that?

You make up believable stuff.|It's called suspension of disbelief.

I like that!|Suspension of disbelief.

What's your new book about?

A detective.|He falls for the wrong woman.

What happens?

She kills him.

I'm John Carreli, Miss Tramell,|assistant district attorney.

I have to inform you|this session's being taped.

- This is Captain Tallcott.|- My pleasure.

- And Lieutenant Walker.|- Hi.

- Can we get you a cup of coffee?|- No, thank you.

Are your attorneys|going to join us?

Miss Tramell has waived|her rights to an attorney.

Did I miss something?

I told them you wouldn't|want an attorney present.

Why have you waived your right|to an attorney, Miss Tramell?

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