Color Of Night Page #5

That's right.

You showed remarkable restraint.

Well, it's because

I'd rather guess.

You know, I actually get upset if

someone tries to tell me before I can...

figure it out

for myself, you know?

But what if I'm ashamed

of what I do?

Why? I mean, why would you

be ashamed of being a shrink?

Who told you

I was a shrink?

Well, are you?

How did you know?

- It's the way you look at me, you know?

- How do I look at you?

You have this kindness

in your eyes.

- [Laughing]

- But I think that you're

using it to keep me away.

You know, you're trying

to play it safe, trying to see me...

as a case instead of

as a female.

So you have

a tuning fork too.

I guess we have

a lot in common.

We seem to be playin'

the same game.

Why do you say

I'm playing a game?

Because you're

the fantasy girl, aren't you?

Quicksilver? The face glimpsed

across a crowded room?

Yeah, that's...

That's exactly what I am.

You'll be whatever

they want you to be...

no substance,

no rules.

Light as air.

So your feet never have to

touch those burning hot coals

the rest of us walk around on.

Yeah.

Sort of like...

not seeing red?

Yeah, sort of like that.

I was afraid during dinner

that you had taken a room here...

and I might have to decide

whether or not to go up with you.

Yes, but that was part of my plan.

I mean, I wanted to. Thank you.

Oh, I need a taxi.

Taxi!

No, hey, hey.

Wait, wait, wait.

What are you being

so tough for?

I'm just beginning to think

that maybe I'Il...

Cab's here!

Yo, who called a taxi?

I am thinking you should just

let me take you home and

forget about this stupid taxi.

Well, I'm thinkin' you should stay

exactly where you are, 'cause...

[Chuckling]

In that condition, you'd get arrested.

Start another riot.

Give me your phone number

and address.

Why? You want to make me

fall to earth and burn my feet?

Whatever happened to quicksilver

and light as air?

She floats away

on her sweet young legs.

Waves to him once.

Drives away without

a backward glance.

- Richie is what he is.

- What exactly is that?

He was born back of a van going up

Route 5 to a Grateful Dead concert.

The first sound he ever heard

was "Beat It On Down The Line."

- Well, it could be worse.

- Not much.

- How long have you been his guardian?

- Since he was nine or ten.

But I've always

taken care of Richie.

So, what can I do for you?

Um, I was hoping

you would help me...

get Richie out of therapy.

Look, I know I'm just his

brother, but I've been like

a mother and a father to him...

and I know I can get

overprotective, but...

- Why would you want to take

Richie out of therapy now?

- What Richie needs is normalcy.

Well, normalcy...

Normalcy can be interpreted

in a lot of different ways.

Richie has practically been

raised by the state; the

social workers, psychiatrists...

forcing him into this,

um, psycho-servitude.

He is the sweetest kid you'll ever meet,

but he thinks of himself as handicapped.

It just isn't right.

Well, he's got

legal problems.

Richie was sentenced by the court

to mandatory treatment.

Every kid gets into trouble.

I mean, that's why I need you

to help get him out.

You know, Dale, it's hard to tell

when someone's feeling pain...

- but I want you to know...

- If Richie feels pain...

then I feel pain.

Pretty much

in tune with him.

I just wish

you'd give us a chance.

Let me check out

Richie's status.

Then, uh, I'll give

probation a call.

Oh, thanks.

Thanks, Dr. Capa.

- I really appreciate it.

- You're welcome, Dale.

You either lift weights

or work with your hands.

Yeah, uh,

I make furniture.

- Really.

- Yeah, I made this desk for Bob,

to remind him of New York.

- No kidding.

- We called it the Chrysler desk.

- [Chuckling] Chrysler.

- You ever see his bed?

[Phone Ringing]

[Answering Machine]

Hi. This is Casey.

I can't get to the phone right now,

so, uh, leave a message. Thanks.

[Beep]

Casey, this is Bill Capa.

It's around noon.

Your father sent me a check

for the private sessions

you were having with Bob.

Should I send the check back

or do you want to continue?

Let me know, okay?

[Click]

I think I want to continue.

- You b*tch!

- [Whip Snapping]

- I called you a b*tch!

- [Whip Snapping]

[Panting]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- [Whip Snapping]

- [Casey] Oh!

- [Whip Snapping]

- Oh! I'm sorry.

[Laughing]

[Horn Honking]

- Hey!

- [Horn Honking] You idiot!

- Hey! Hey!

- [Leaf Blower Buzzing]

Help!

Sh*t!

F***!

- [Snake Rattling]

- Hello!

[Laughing]

I am not goin' back to New York,

you hear me? You're stuck with me!

F***in' bill.

Great.

- [Horn Blares]

- Capa!

Oh, that's perfect!

That's really perfect!

Just like a cop!

You're never there when you need one!

What did I do now?

Somebody put a rattlesnake

in the mailbox, Hector!

[Laughing]

A rattlesnake.

- You scared the sh*t out of me outside.

- Oh, I scared you, huh?

What the hell

are you doing here?

I could use some assistance,

some of your professional wisdom.

- I'm really flattered.

- Everyone in the group has an alibi.

Except for Casey.

He says he was alone

in his loft.

- Yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

- What does that mean?

- What do you make of Casey?

- He's a good kid.

- You're an a**hole, Capa.

- Should we analyze

that statement, Hector?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Come on. Who is our man? Help me.

- You're the cop.

- Figure it out.

- You know what I think?

I think it was you.

You've got the look.

- That's right.

- Yeah, I been talking

to people who knew you both.

Everyone says there was a weird

competitive thing going between you.

Yeah, that's right.

There was.

I admit it.

He was on the way up...

- and I was on the way down.

- Including...

[Whistles]

Splat! It unhinged you.

- I bet you've seen every

episode of Columbo, huh?

- [Monitor Ringing]

- Who is it?

- [Remote Beeping]

Hi. It's me, Rose.

The old fender bender.

- [Remote Beeps]

- That's a very young girl

to be going around...

fending benders.

Here she comes.

Weightless,

hanging from the sky...

wearing a short dress

of indeterminate color.

It's red,

poor thing.

Thank you.

I was thinking.

Maybe I should see a shrink.

I can recommend someone.

I feel better already.

[Sighs]

- God, I missed you.

- This time you won't miss.

[Groans]

[Moaning]

[Sighing]

[Gasping]

[Moaning]

Oh!

Oh, God!

- [Capa Cries Out]

- Oh!

- I want you to get dressed up.

Get dressed up.

- All right.

I want to get dressed up.

- Right now?

- Uh-huh.

You're not eating.

Don't you like my food?

I'd like your food

five inches to the left.

Okay.

But if you don't

like this...

I have something else for you.

[Laughs]

Yeah, okay.

I think it's ready.

[Laughs]

It's a miracle.

I found it.

Here he is.

Richie Dexter.

Legal guardian:
Dale Dexter.

That's his brother.

Kids were put under care,

let's see, about six years ago.

- Does it say why?

- Abandonment, abuse.

The children

were assigned to a, uh...

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