Color Of Night

[Muttering]

I swear!

Goddamn it!

[Sobbing]

Oh, no!

[Gasping]

- [Man]

So who do you think is the enemy?

- [Woman Laughing]

- No, no, give me a specific answer.

- You are the goddamn enemy, Capa.

You and this whole tower

of psychobabble.

You know what I hope?

That God gets real pissed off...

and He shrivels up your cock

so that it points straight down

to hell, where you belong!

[Laughing]

Okay, Michelle.

Before you become His avenging angel

and swoop down to finish me off.

Now I finally get it.

You are like my ex-husband.

You think that everything's

gotta be either black or white

'cause you gone color-blind.

But God's

on my side now.

He knows I'm not like you.

Well, we're all pretty much the same,

Michelle. We all do it.

We all do what?

Tend to view our lives

as if we're looking through a keyhole.

It's a very limited view

of the truth.

So we have to

fill in the blanks.

- We invent things.

- I don't know what you mean.

You invent enemies to test

your strength against.

You invent gods to protect

you from these enemies.

What a depressing

view of life you have!

- That is such horseshit!

- Who is the enemy?

One minute you have friends.

The next moment, they've slipped away.

You leave here and I wonder,

"Who's Michelle hating this week?"

I try to remember,

and I can't.

Can't bring 'em to mind.

Do you know why?

- No. Why don't you tell me?

- Take a look in the mirror, Michelle.

Which mirror?

This mirror?

Any mirror.

Tell me what you see.

I see...

[Sighs]

Your reflection over my shoulder.

- [Typing]

- I see...

there's nothin' much

that I really like.

I think I prefer

the view outside, actually.

Michelle!

Michelle!

[Horse Whinnying]

- [Woman Screaming]

- All right, get back there.

- Stay back.

- [Tires Squealing]

Get back in your car!

Stop it.

Michelle.

[Sirens Wailing]

Oh, my God.

It was the reddest blood I ever saw,

pooled around her green dress.

And then the red disappeared.

Christ, Ed. It was like

a vibration of color...

broadcast from hell.

And then the red

started to fade away.

Poor Capa.

You here for me to pity you?

Hell, yes.

Doesn't take Sigmund Freud...

to figure out that I don't care

to see the color of my patient's blood.

I'm a little surprised

that this happened to you.

Sure. You always thought I was

a coldhearted son-of-a-b*tch.

Not really, but there is

a kind of arrogance here.

[Chuckling]

Do you really believe that you

are responsible for her illness?

You were a small,

recent part of her life.

Yeah, that's right.

That's right.

Well, it's all too f***ing

glib for me, Larry.

I cannot dispose of

this woman that easily.

Well, you always

were a romantic.

- Are you involved with anyone else?

- No.

But I'm still a romantic.

I just don't have anybody

to be romantic with.

They all want to f*** me

or marry me.

- None of 'em want to love me.

- Maybe you don't want to be loved.

- [Laughing]

- You had a happy marriage once.

She loved me to death.

- And then she ran off and

loved somebody else to death.

- Of course...

there's something

else here.

To deny red

is to deny emotion.

- Oh, yeah.

- As you know,

that can be very dangerous.

Yes, yes, I know.

Very dangerous.

[Sighs]

I know...

that I've got

something broken.

- And I know that it's gonna

take some time to get it fixed.

- You're a pretty good therapist.

How long does it take

a man like you to forgive himself?

I'll see you when

I get back from Los Angeles.

Don't run away because

of one treatment failure.

I'm not running away, Larry.

It's just a little trip to Los Angeles.

Besides, I can't

really run away.

It's all up here,

isn't it? Pow.

It's a package deal.

The head goes with me.

[Woman] Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to Los Angeles.

Please remain seated

until the aircraft comes...

[Deejay]

Just another Monday in paradise.

There's a fender bender on

the 405, slowing things down...

Hey, jerk-off, what

are you looking at?

See that? There's accident.

Hey, what happened?

- Anybody's hurt? Huh? Anybody's dead?

- [Horn Honking]

What are you doing?

You are looking there and driving here?

Put the pedal on the metal!

A**hole!

- [Man #1] Is the aquarium with it?

- [Man #2] That's a blue shark.

- [Conversation Continues Indistinctly]

- Okay.

Thirty-three and three is...

Was that an aftershock

I felt?

[Indistinct Chatter]

Forty-four, forty-five.

- Five.

- Thirty-eight. Fourteen.

- Thirty-three.

- Two.

- Thirteen. [Laughing]

- Three.

- Twenty-nine. Three hundred and four.

- Casey, you're such a weenie.

- Leave him alone, will you?

- Seven.

- Eight.

- Clark.

- Yeah.

- Did you read the paper today?

- No.

- I was just wondering how many

f***in' pages it had.

[Laughing]

- Oh, Christ, I fell right into that.

- Sixteen.

- Four. Forty-seven.

- I care that he's late.

- I don't get it.

- I do too. Why not?

Because his father's

paying for his therapy.

[Woman] My dead husband's paying

for mine, and I still care.

[Man Laughing]

Aww, unbelievable.

I think we should

get started now. Clark?

- Hey, Bob!

- God. Bill.

- Hey. How you doin'? You look great.

- I'm good. Good, yeah.

I'm sorry I'm late. I got stuck

in traffic on the freeway.

- We're just about to get started.

- I'll wait out here for you.

- Why don't you join us?

- You know, this is the last

thing I need right now...

- I'm serious.

I could use a second opinion. Come on.

- No, look, Bob...

This is my friend and colleague,

Bill Capa, from New York.

Why don't you sit over there, Bill?

I thought it might be interesting

for you and for him...

if he sat in

on one of our sessions.

What kind of a shrink

are you?

I'm a behaviorist.

- Qualifications?

- Same as Bob.

We went to college together.

Then we fought the battle of Penn State

Mental Hospital as interns.

- No one's going to be offended

if you want to say no.

- No, Bob.

- Nobod... Nobody wants to say no.

- Oh, Jesus.

- I'm Sondra. How are you, Bill?

- Fine, thank you, Sondra.

- Medical degree?

- No. I'm a psychologist...

and a psychoanalyst,

not a psychiatrist.

The Ph.D. Is from NYU.

- Okay, thank you. That's fine.

- So it's Bill and Bob. Therapy a deux.

- Really.

- Why don't we begin...

by introducing ourselves and

then saying as much or as little

about why we're here...

- [Door Closing, Indistinct Comments]

- As we're comfortable with.

- Name's Buck.

- [Sondra] Oh, that's helpful.

Very macho of you.

That's an

anti-gender remark.

Sondra? Sondra,

why don't you start us off?

[Nervous Laugh]

Okay.

Um...

My name is Sondra Dorio.

[Laughs]

And, uh...

I always marry older men, but...

I'm single now...

[Laughs]

...and I keep, uh...

Well, l...

I want sex

all the time.

But I mean,

I really do...

want a real relationship.

And, um, sometimes...

l-I steal things.

[Chuckles]

I mean, they're little things.

Doesn't make any sense. It's hard to...

You know, l... Is that okay?

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