Basic Instinct

- Here we go, Nick.|- All right

- Good morning, Detective.|- I want a shot of the two detectives.

Keep it back, folks.

- Howdy.|- Morning.

Up there.

- How's it going, Gus?|- Morning, Pete.

- Who was this f***ing guy?|- Rock and roll, Gus. Johnny Boz.

- Never heard of him.|- Before your time, cowboy.

- Hey, Ronny, where they hiding?|- Upstairs, to the right.

Mid '60s, had five or six hits.|Got a club down on Fillmore now.

Not now, he don't.

- Do we have a time of death?|- Almost.

- Do you guys know Captain Tallcott?|- Sure.

- What's the Chief's office doing here?|- Observing.

- You get that stuff out of the wall?|- I got it.

- What's it say, Doc?|- Ninety-two degrees. About six hours.

Puts time of death|at around 2:00 a.m.

Can somebody close|the drapes over there?

Maid came in about an hour ago|and found the body.

- She's not a live-in.|- Maybe the maid did it.

She's 54 years old|and weighs 240 pounds.

- No bruises on the body.|- It ain't the maid.

Never know.

Sorry.

He was last seen leaving the club|with his girlfriend about midnight.

- What was it?|- Ice pick. Left it in the living room.

There's come stains|all over the sheets.

- Very impressive.|- He got off before he got off.

Gentlemen, 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.

I thought he was a rock and roll star.

He was a retired|rock and roll star.

A civic-minded, very respectable|rock and roll star.

Then, what's that over there?

Looks like civic-minded,|very respectable cocaine.

Listen to me, Curran.|I'm gonna get a lot of heat on this.

I don't want any mistakes.

What's Boz's girlfriend's name?

"Catherine Tramell, 162 Divisadero."

Tied up like that,|he didn't stand a chance.

- Always a pleasure, Captain.|- He's up bright and early.

He doesn't usually punch in|'til after his 18 holes.

Johnny and the mayor|must have been very tight.

Nick, keep your 3:00.

You want me to work the case...

- I said, keep it!|- All right.

I'll keep it.

Good morning. I'm Detective Curran.|This is Detective Moran.

San Francisco Police Department.|I'd like to speak to Catherine Tramell.

Come in.

Sit, please.|Just a moment.

Ain't that cute?|They got his and hers Picasso's.

- I didn't know you knew a Picasso.|- Sure I do. It says right here.

Hers is bigger.

Sorry to bother you.|We just got a couple of questions.

- Are you vice?|- No, we're homicide.

What do you want?

When was the last time|you saw John Boz?

Is he dead?

Why do you think he's dead?

Well, you wouldn't be here|otherwise, would you?

Were you with him last night?

You're looking for Catherine, not me.

- Who are you?|- I'm Roxy.

I'm her friend.

Well, Roxy, do you know|where your friend is?

She's out at the beach house|at Stenson. Seadrift 1402.

Thanks.

You're wasting your time.

Catherine didn't kill him.

Miss Tramell?

Good afternoon. I'm Detective Curran.|This is Detective Moran.

- We're with the San Francisco Police...|- I know who you are.

So, how did he die?

He was murdered.

Obviously.

- How was he murdered?|- With an ice pick.

How long were you dating him?

I wasn't dating him.|I was f***ing him.

What are you, a pro?

No, I'm an amateur.

How long were you|having sex with him?

About a year and a half.

- Were you with him last night?|- Yes.

Did you leave the club with him?

- Yes.|- Did you go home with him?

No. We had a drink at the club.|We left together.

He went home,|and I came out here.

Was there anyone|with you last night?

No. I wasn't in the mood|last night.

Let me ask you something,|Miss Tramell.

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