Color Of Night Page #2

- Thank you.

- Thanks.

- [Bob] Richie?

- This will be an event.

Richie!

What?

Would you like to tell Bill

a little something about yourself?

No.

Okay. Nobody else

is going to do it. I will.

Richie has

a gender identity problem...

and a social phobia...

- and he's promised the group not

to wear the Walkman in group...

- [Buck] Thank you, Dr. Clark.

- To lay the inventory on.

- Oh, St. Christopher rattles his chains.

- St. Michael, sir.

- This is not about you!

You're right.

You know what I'm saying?

L-l-I'll open

my-my mouth...

to talk...

b-but nothing h-happens.

Except for when l...

when I do drugs.

L-I c-can't talk...

so that's...

how come I'm here.

Th-They say that l-l...

That I blush too.

Y-You c-can say that again.

F*** you!

[Screaming]

F***! F*** you!

I'll tear your

f***in' head off!

- You f***in' cocksucker!

- Get up!

Get the f***

off me!

- Buck.

- Richie!

It's all right.

He'll come back.

- [Buck] What do you think, Dr. Clark?

- Was it something I said?

- [Laughing]

- You are an a**hole.

- You know, guys, a little humanity.

- [Buck] Funny. Oh, f***in' laugh.

We're entertaining

the sh*t out of you, aren't we?

Stop being responsible

for everyone.

- Why don't you stop

wound-licking, Sondra?

- That's very nice.

Buck.

I lost my wife

and daughter.

And I just can't seem

to get past it. All right?

I'm very sorry.

How did they die?

[Sighs]

They say...

l... I can't

talk about it.

Casey?

I am Casey Heinz.

I am a painter.

I live in a loft, downtown.

And I guess

you could say...

[Voice Breaking]

I'm alienated.

- [Crying, Laughing]

- [Sondra] Can't you ever be serious?

[Buck]

Does a bear poop in the woods?

Sit next to Clark.

And then smoke up a storm?

[Sighs]

My name is Clark.

I'm a lawyer.

And, uh...

I'm an obsessive-compulsive

disorder.

So what's the problem?

The problem is that if you and Buck

are going to smoke in here...

then the door to Dr. Moore's office

must remain open a minimum of 15 inches.

I can't stand the smoke, okay?

[Clark]

And I would also like to suggest

that you buy one of those ashtrays...

that sucks up the smoke

and purifies 'em.

- [Sondra] How come you don't

do anything about this, Bob?

- They cost $9.99...

half of which is

$4.99-point-5.

- He's gonna open the door.

- One of you will pay an extra

penny. You can work that out.

- He's gonna open the door.

- I'm gonna open the door.

You smell like an ashtray.

You know, if you don't

act more serious in group...

- [Sondra] Hi, Richie.

- [Buck] He's back.

- [Casey] He's back.

- [Buck] Next time

you get snot on the doorknob...

- [Sondra] Come sit down here.

- [Bob] Bill.

What would you like to tell us

about yourself?

Well...

I have plenty of problems...

the biggest of which right now is jet

lag, so I think I'll pass for now, Bob.

Fair enough.

[Sondra]

She's like a daughter to me.

We hang out.

Um...

It's wonderful.

Well, that's all

for tonight.

I'll see you all

next week.

[Buck Sighs]

Way to go.

Uh, Bill, I'll be with you

in a couple of minutes, okay?

- [Sondra] Bye.

- [Buck] Coffee, anyone?

- Yeah.

- [Whispering] Nine.

[Group Chattering

Indistinctly]

- Have you read Bob's book?

- No, I haven't.

It's really...

It's quite excellent.

"Way To Go."

- I'm glad to hear you liked it.

- Very much.

- Good.

- Good night, Dr. Capa.

Good night.

- Alone at last.

- You okay?

Well, nobody jumped out the window,

so maybe I'm makin' progress.

[Engine Revving]

- Wanna get a drink?

- Uh-huh.

Wanna go get laid?

No.

So what do you think

of my little group?

- What's Buck's story?

- You mean how did he lose

his wife and kid?

I don't know yet.

He's not talkin' yet. Either.

- What about Casey?

- You tell me.

Well, I smell money.

Lots of it.

Maybe an abusive father.

How am I doin' so far?

- A+.

- Daddy pays for

the expensive loft downtown...

and the very expensive

artistic lifestyle as long as

Junior stays in therapy.

The hair on the back

of my neck's standin' up.

Yeah, I'm a psychic

when it comes to masochists.

- Five'll get you ten

he likes to whack now and then.

- Where do you get that from?

Ah, I was born with it.

I'm like a tuning fork.

- What about Richie?

- Genuine nut case.

- Dangerous?

- Volatile.

- Don't f*** with a trapped rat.

- Oh, I see.

Trapped rat syndrome

with a recommendation of

a non-f***-with therapy?

- Can I quote ya on that?

- Yes, you may.

- Just take notes.

There'll be a pop quiz later.

- Okay, I'm ready.

All right, if I diagnose

a schizophrenia, what do you recommend?

- Don't f*** with it.

- Now you got it.

Oh, man.

This all one place?

Goddamn.

[Beeping]

Like peekin'

through a keyhole.

You get a very limited view

of the truth.

What's that?

Way To Go must have gone

really well.

- Yeah.

- [Chuckling]

- After you, wise guy. Come on.

- Oh-ho-ho. Oh, man.

[Chuckling]

[Beeping]

So, how are we

as we approach 40?

We're in, uh, good shape.

Really good shape.

We, uh, finally

got divorced.

We have some money.

We're meticulous.

- I don't detect a woman's touch.

- We have a little friend.

Oh.

You'll meet her.

- She's too young for ya.

- Oh!

[Chuckling]

Always guess the cliche,

and you won't be disappointed.

This woman

is not a cliche.

Thanks.

- Good to see you, Bob.

- You too.

So, uh,

you ready yet?

Ready to what?

It's a hard thing

to talk about.

So hard to talk about.

[Sighs]

It's just a game.

A dumb, deceitful game.

That's why

I quit my practice.

Lost your religion, huh?

Well, I've certainly lost

my belief in the scriptures.

I'm sorry, buddy.

You gotta be in a lot of pain.

There is a distinct

absence of pain.

I can...

I cannot feel the pain that I know

I am supposed to be feeling right now.

And I think I'm goin' crazy.

I've lost it, man.

I think that I am goin' crazy.

You may be.

Your mind may be shot,

but I hope your body isn't.

- Do I get to warm up?

- Yeah.

Two miles any pace you like and then,

uh, let's do ten.

- Ten?

- Too much for ya, huh?

Nah. Not enough.

- I was thinkin' of maybe 20.

- Geez, Bill, you never change.

Why don't we just drop our pants

and see who's got the bigger dick?

- Then we can go back and have a nice,

civilized breakfast.

- Wouldn't be civilized.

- Why?

- You'd be sulkin'.

Ahh.

- They don't have hills in New York.

- Hang on a second.

- Huh? What?

- Hang on a second.

Hang on a second here.

What was that?

What the hell

was that?

- What are you afraid of?

- I think I got a gear

slippin' here or somethin'.

That's not

what I meant.

What's with the security

system, the security gates,

lookin' over your shoulder?

- I been gettin' some threats.

- You mean death threats?

Pretty sure it's somebody

in the Monday night group.

- I just don't know who.

- Monday night as in last night?

Yeah.

I was hopin' maybe with your tuning

fork that you might have a hunch.

No. No hunches, Bob.

What makes you think

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