Color Of Night Page #4

[Sondra]

Well, what's the matter?

- [Casey] Yeah?

- Well, l...

[Sondra]

I'm tryin' to pay attention. Shh!

You should prepare yourselves

for bad news.

[Sondra]

Why? Uh-oh.

Bob's been killed.

- [Gasps]

- [Buck] What are you saying?

- What are you telling me?

- He was murdered.

- Sondra...

- He was locking up here

late Friday night.

- [Sondra] Here?

- Yes, right here in the office.

Was he shot, stabbed, beaten?

Have they got a suspect? A motive?

Three days go by

and you don't call us?

- I thought it'd be easier

if you heard it together.

- Oh, I see.

So even Bob's death

is group therapy. That's great.

Hey, Bob, thanks for giving us

a chance to grieve together. Sh*t!

- What the f*** is going on?

I need to know more!

- He was stabbed to death.

- How many times was he stabbed?

- This man was Bob's best friend!

- Do you really need exact numbers now?

- [Bill] Sondra!

- Get your f***ing hands off me.

- It's okay. It's okay.

- [Casey] It doesn't make sense to me!

- Many times, Clark.

More than 30.

That's all I can tell you.

It wasn't a thief.

I'll tell you that right now.

- I agree.

- Why stab a guy 30 times?

Bob... He'd piss in his pants if

you showed him a knife. You know that.

- What are you saying?

- I am saying, Sondra...

that you really have to hate a person

to stab him that many times!

You're a shrink, right?

You know what kind of power

people hand over to shrinks.

Well, maybe sometimes they hand over

more than they want to.

That is absolutely correct.

A thief would not stick around

to stab someone 30 times.

[Buck] Since when did you become

such an expert on robbery?

It's not the robbery

he's an expert on. It's the rage.

W-What are we gonna do now?

L-I mean us.

- Th-The group.

- I bet Dr. Capa has an idea.

What does he mean?

I think Casey

is suggesting that I...

may have some plan

to replace Bob.

- Maybe you should.

- No, I can't do that. Not right now.

- Why? Why not?

- For one reason or another...

I'm more screwed up

than you people are.

I was just being

obnoxious and loud before.

- Anybody have a f***in' Xanax?

- [Sondra] I have a Librium.

- [Buck] Stop with the drugs.

- It would be a good idea if you stayed.

- [Buck] Body isn't cold yet.

- There'd be some connection.

You were Bob's best friend.

You... You seem

kind of like him.

It'd be so much easier

to trust you.

I know what kind of a force

group can become in your lives.

You... tell things here.

Intimate things that you wouldn't

tell your best friend.

I'm very flattered

that you would, uh...

But the truth is, you are

the people that make this work.

I will be more than happy to try

and find someone for you to

continue this, but I cannot...

Does my opinion

count for anything?

I would like to ask...

why it is you feel

so inadequate for the task.

Maybe he just

don't like us.

- No, that's not it, Buck.

- [Clark] Shh!

[Buck]

Why don't you step on something?

Six weeks ago, I spoke

harshly to a patient...

and she committed suicide.

Right in front of me.

Perhaps she would have done this anyway.

That's what my colleagues say.

But I don't know.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

And my patient...

her name was Michelle...

jumped out of a wi...

window in my office.

- Oh.

- So much blood.

So red, and l...

And right, uh,

before my eyes...

the red, uh,

disappeared.

Just turned to gray, and so

I don't see... red now.

But, see, I was her doctor.

And I failed.

So I can't help you.

I don't think that you want someone

like me around right now.

I think I do.

Me too.

Why don't you give us

a try for a month?

Listen, if you need any...

any free legal advice...

you know, to help

wrap up Bob's affairs...

please don't hesitate

to call me.

I'm not with anyone right now,

and I would be more than happy

to help you in any way.

Thank you.

[Rock]

- You bring me a confession?

- Nope.

Well, you win some,

you lose some, huh, Capa?

Listen, maybe it wasn't

one of the group.

Oh, no! He's beginning

to like 'em already!

Your friend Bob Moore deserves

a lot more loyalty than this.

Hey, what is... What are we sitting here

shouting at each other for?

- What is with this place?

- [Laughs]

I used to work in Narcotics,

and I used to come here a lot.

I probably f***ed

and/or arrested...

half of these people's

parents.

- It's a nice place. I like it.

- Makes sense.

Look, I'm sorry

I don't have anything for ya.

I'll see ya around.

- So that's it, huh?

- Yep.

Anything you

wanna tell me?

- No.

- [Boy] Yeah, it's a four-door, man.

- Well, you better shut the group down.

- Who said I hadn't?

Well, have you

or haven't you?

They asked me to take over the group,

and I couldn't say no.

[Laughing]

I figured.

You're gonna do real well

in this town.

- Shut the f***er down.

- What's the problem?

You sent me over there.

No, I sent you there

to convey a piece of bad news.

- Oh, give me a break, would ya, man?

- I didn't send you there...

to go trolling for business.

- Aw, come on.

- You told me you couldn't handle it.

Well, it turns out

that I can handle it.

You stick your dick

in a barrel of barracudas

once, maybe you won't lose it.

You leave it in there,

it's gonna get chewed off at the root.

Appreciate your concern

for my dick, Hector. Thank you.

I'm bein' really nice

out of concern for your safety.

In case it's one of them, huh?

Shut it down, okay?

- No, can't do that.

- Shut it down, chingada!

Don't be an a**hole! Find another

f***ing set of wombats to exploit!

These sudden irrational

outbursts, Hector...

did they begin in childhood

or in puberty?

- Get outta my face!

- Am I in your face?

An interesting choice of words.

Would you like me in your face?

You married, Hector?

If you ever want to deal

with any of these problems,

I'll give you a special rate.

Special rate?

What, like frequent flyer miles?

[Imitating Airplane]

Let me ask you something.

Are you really color-blind...

or is that some sh*t you feed them

so they feel sorry for you?

No, unfortunately,

I am color...

- You bugged the office.

- You know, for a shrink,

you're pretty f***ing dense.

[Beeping]

Whoa!

[Groaning]

[Alarm Blaring]

[Woman]

Hello.

- Who's there?

- Hi.

Remember me?

Miss Fender Bender?

There she is...

a little angel dancing

on the head of a pin.

So, did you get

that estimate?

No.

Wow.

Nice place you got here.

It's a little cold...

but it's kind of

tasteful, right?

Yeah.

And wet.

You too, I guess.

Cold or tasteful?

So, are we eating in

or are you taking me out?

[Rose]

You can't? At all?

Wow. Not even

shades of pink?

Can't tell me if

it's smeared or not.

I can't tell you if

your eyes are bloodshot.

Really?

That's sad.

So you know what?

In respect for your infirmity...

I'm gonna give up

wearing lipstick.

There's something about me that

I bet you find a little strange, right?

- What is that?

- Well, I haven't asked what you do.

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