Color Of Night Page #10

You're lying.

You're lying!

I don't

believe you!

[Laughing, Sobs]

- [Clark] Let me see that.

- [Sobbing]

- F***in' A!

- Well, yes, of course.

This is the woman that I've been

talking about. This is my Bonnie.

- Goddamn it, Buck!

Don't do that! Do not do that!

- Hey, hey, hey!

- You're lying to me!

Why are you lying to me?

- Stop acting like an...

- Like an emotional child!

- Goddamn tar baby!

- You're making it up!

You're making it up!

- Nobody's making anything up...

- and stop it, stop it, stop it!

- [Sondra] Stop it!

[Clark] Quit it!

You're crimpling the picture up!

- [Clark] I want you to stop!

You're a little brat!

- [Buck] F*** it!

[Buck] You have

the emotions of a styrofoam cup!

- You calm down, and you stop...

- Where's the picture?

[Chuckling]

How in the name of God...

could all of you be going out

with the same woman and not know?

Not have a clue?

Including you,

Mr. Psycho-f***ing-analyst?

Not to mention Bob Moore...

who probably took this amazing

picture himself in front

of his expensive painting.

I'm gonna call the Guinness Book

of World Records...

because I think

this woman deserves credit.

And I'm gonna make sure

that all of your names are included...

so you can all share

in the glory.

Well, you should know

something about sharing, huh, Hector?

I mean, you and Buck must have

shared some very tender moments...

discussing his wife. Huh?

- Why didn't you tell me the truth?

- What truth is that?

Why didn't you tell me

Buck was a cop...

not to mention a suspect

in a murder case?

- Not to mention you, goddamn it.

- Because...

I'm not your patient,

and I don't have to tell you sh*t!

That's right, you don't have to tell me

sh*t! F***in' tell me anything, do you?

- Why won't somebody tell me

some f***ing truth?

- Get the f*** out of here!

One f***in' thing!

Can you do that, Buck?

- You really know how to pick

your women, you know that?

- I know you can't...

- you lyin' sack of sh*t!

You can't f***in' do it!

- Listen.

- After my wife died,

I wanted to slaughter this cocksucker!

- [Sondra] Don't! No more!

But I realized we both loved her.

It became a, sort of a bond between us.

Isn't that right, Hector?

Isn't it? Hector!

Jesus God! I never got the chance

to forgive her.

So I forgave him instead.

[Martinez]

All right!

So much for the famous

f***ing Monday group!

Now we have a suspect with a tattoo

on her ass and no address.

Now the cops

need your help.

What about the car?

- Anybody around here wrote down

the license plates numbers?

- [Sighs]

- [Buck] "The license plates numbers"?

- [Sondra] We didn't even...

- Huh?

- [Sondra] Well, I didn't

think to-to-to write it down.

- Hey, welcome back to L.A., Miss Brown.

- Thanks. Put my bags in my room.

[Capa] Dr. Ashland from New York

with the psychiatric convention.

[Man]

Dr. Ashland? In the health club.

[Capa]

I don't think she is a sociopath.

Well, then how about something

simple and snappy like a

multiple personality disorder?

You've fallen

into a trap.

You are not well.

She is not well.

And to you,

it feels like a bond.

She's been acting this

thing out as if...

- it's the only way

for her to have a life.

- Or lives.

- You really want to go on

seeing her, do you?

- Yes, I want to see her.

In a, a nonprofessional

sense?

In every sense.

I don't have your

magical tuning fork.

All I know is that

two people are dead...

and she seems

an excellent suspect.

Bill, salmon swim upstream

to mate and die.

- And so do men.

- Is that what I'm doing?

- Anderson!

I need your help with something.

- Hey, man, how ya doin'?

I'm sitting in a restaurant last night,

and I'm looking out the window...

watching this woman trying to back out

of a space right in front of mine.

- A beautiful woman?

- Stunning.

Anyway, the next thing I know, she

busted out the headlight on my car.

- Uh-oh. Drives away, right?

- I don't even think

she knew what she did.

But you'd like to meet her?

All right, um, I'll see what I can do.

You got the license number?

- Yeah. Thanks, man. All right. Thanks.

- Sure.

[Tires Squealing]

[Tires Squealing]

[Capa Screams]

[Screaming]

Damn!

- I ought to shoot you!

- I came to make amends.

- So make 'em, loudmouth!

- I just spoke to Bill Capa.

This license plate might

belong to our mystery lady.

- [Knocking]

- Mrs. Niedelmeyer!

It's Dr. Capa again.

- You leave me alone!

Get away from here!

- I need your help, please!

- Why are you torturing me like this?

- Mrs. Niedelmeyer, please!

[Pounding]

- [Gasps]

- I need you to listen to me!

- My best friend was killed.

He was stabbed with a knife...

- You get out of my house!

- 38 times in the chest!

- You-You go away!

Another patient was bled to death!

I think that I might be next!

- Go away!

- I don't have anywhere

else to go, Mrs. Niedelmeyer!

- What are you hiding from me?

What is it?

- Nothing.

- Why won't you tell me the truth?

Put that phone down.

- I'm calling the police!

- Put the phone down! Put the phone down!

- Please!

What kind of twisted creature are you?

I've never done anything to you.

- My patient Richie is involved...

- Why in God's name are you

doing this horrible joke?

- If you just help me...

- Richie Dexter is dead!

He killed himself

four years ago.

Why?

Because he couldn't stand...

what my husband

was doing to him.

He hung himself with a belt.

He was 12.

[Sighs]

I didn't know!

I mean, how could I know?

Nobody knew.

What about

the family?

He is survived

by his brother, Dale.

If Richie Dexter

were alive today...

he'd be 16 years old.

[Sighs]

He also had a sister, Rose.

[Sighs]

[Thunder Rumbling]

[Tires Screeching]

[Thunder Continues]

[Moaning]

[Moans]

Richie.

- Jesus Christ! [Gasps]

- [Moans]

What did he...

What did he do to you?

[Gasping]

W-What I... d-deserved.

Y-You shouldn't be here.

Get away from me.

Richie...

Richie...

I have to see Rose.

[Sighs]

- I need her.

- [Sniffling]

Get away from me, please!

You'll make it worse!

- Where's Dale?

- L-I don't know, but he'll be back!

[Sobbing]

L-I don't know where he is.

Was this your idea,

to become Richie?

No! No!

L-It happened.

It just happened.

What? What happened, Rose?

Please.

- I need to know.

- When Richie died...

Dale buried the body and then

he said, "Richie, come here."

And I told him, I told him,

"My name is Rose!"

He slapped me so hard,

I couldn't get up.

A-And he, he made me

dress in these clothes...

and h-he did things to me that

made me not want to be a woman anymore.

- [Sobbing] I was Richie from then on.

- What happened to Rose?

[Gasping]

After a while, I forgot about Rose.

- Then Richie got busted.

- And you had to come to group.

[Sniffling]

They were our world.

- They were our family.

- But then what?

Rose started coming back?

No! Rose, Rose was too scared,

so Bonnie came out.

- Bonnie was first. [Sobbing]

- Oh, honey.

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