Color Of Night Page #6

Dr. Niedelmeyer in Pasadena.

A child psychiatrist.

Richie was 12.

No foster parents.

Looks like the doctor retired

a couple years after that.

Then we lost track

of the kids until recently.

What do you mean,

"lost track" of them?

Like on a radar:

One minute a blip, the next, no blip.

Hey, look. This is the lost souls

memorial wing.

Children of L.A. County

in the '90s:

and there's two more down the hall.

[Women Laughing]

Nobody's like

your ex-husband!

- That's for sure.

- That's for sure.

Okay, okay, okay.

Here it is.

- Oh, Sondra, it is so beautiful.

- Isn't it great?

I know. It's incredible.

Look at all these bags.

[Giggling] Oh, and that man that was

staring at you in the shop...

- was so funny.

- [Laughs]

I think I should have got it

in green or something.

- Oh.

- Oh! Lush!

What do you think?

I think...

you look beautiful.

- You sure?

- Oh, yeah.

- Come zip me up.

- Okay.

Okay. [Laughs]

Oh, this is so tight.

[Laughs]

Thank you.

I need to find

a new husband.

[Both Laughing]

- I need some more money.

- Oh, men. Who needs them?

- Have you seen my earrings anywhere?

Oh, sweet!

- Yes, I've got them.

[Sighs]

Oh, my God.

- I love these. Aren't they pretty?

- They're so gorgeous, yes.

- Try yours on.

- Okay.

[Laughing]

What now?

- Sondra, what?

- I feel embarrassed.

Why?

'Cause...

the way

you're looking at me.

- Sondra.

- [Laughs]

- Do men look at you like that?

- No.

Yes.

But it's different.

[Laughs]

You know, Sondra...

it doesn't have to be

any different at all.

- [Phone Rings]

- [Laughs]

- You better get that. [Laughing]

- Hello.

- Oh, h-hi. Um... Oh...

- [Gasps]

Um, mmm, okay.

[Stammering]

N... My trainer's coming

at 2:
30, but that's...

Yeah. You are? Okay!

Um, oh, there you are!

Okay, okay.

I'll see you in a minute!

[Sondra]

Bye.

- Who's that?

- That's my analyst!

- He's coming to visit me.

- He what?

- Oh, my God. He's coming over.

- Sondra, thanks.

- Oh, thanks a lot! Nothing!

- What's the matter? What?

If you don't know, I thought

we were just going to have

a nice afternoon together...

- maybe have dinner.

- Well, we can. Oh, don't worry.

Don't be upset.

You can stay here.

- Really.

- You just don't understand, do you?

- I don't.

- Nobody appreciates you

the way that I do.

- People just use you,

and you don't even see it.

- Oh, don't be upset.

That's more like it.

Ciao.

Oh, my God.

[Doorbell Chimes]

- Hi, Sondra. Someone just let me in.

- Hi.

- I didn't just walk in on my own.

- Oh... no.

- [Both Laugh]

- That was my, um...

- That was my girlfriend, Bonnie. Yeah.

- Bonnie. Yes.

- Please, come in.

- Thank you very much. Thank you.

- This is a really lovely

place you have here. Yeah.

- You think so? Thank you.

A lot of nice, nice things.

A lot of nice art.

[Laughs]

What did you come here for?

Well, I feel like

I have so much...

so much catching up

to do with all of you.

And I know that you're

very close with Richie.

And I was wondering if you could

tell me anything that might help me...

- understand him a little better.

- Richie's... my little baby.

His brother Dale thinks

that your "little baby"...

- should be taken out of therapy.

- That's insane!

I think it's a mistake too.

That Dale is

a dangerous bastard.

But he obviously seems

to care for Richie a great deal.

There's a big gap in Richie's life

up until about a year ago.

Did he ever mention

a Dr. Niedelmeyer to you?

I don't have much to tell.

Richie's okay.

He's sweet.

Did you know that he was...

molested as a child?

No, I didn't know that.

- It's sticking out all over.

- It's fashionable.

[Laughs]

I mean, it pays well.

At least, you know,

you can write a book, go on Oprah.

That was quite a show

he gave us in group.

- You think Richie has a violent streak?

- [Sighs]

Oh.

Let's cut to the chase.

Richie did not kill

Bob Moore.

You know...

it's really swell.

Snooping around here...

sniffing for blood

on other people's hands...

while pretending

to help your patients?

- You really think that

I don't care about Richie?

- Richie wouldn't hurt a fly!

Why don't you take a look

at someone dangerous.

Why don't you take a look

at someone who could do it!

- Why don't you take a look at Clark!

- Clark?

Clark! Clark!

Clark is a sneaky, lying,

button-down son of a b*tch...

who pretends to be

this gentle creature!

I heard him screaming

one night at Bob.

It made the hairs on my neck stand up!

[Gasps]

Anyway...

[Sighs]

I hope that they fry...

whoever did it,

and it takes a really long time.

And then...

And then a fuse blows.

They have to start

all over again.

- [Doorbell Chimes]

- [Inhales, Laughs]

Wow!

That's my trainer.

[Laughs, Sniffs]

I gotta go.

I gotta get the door.

- This is my trainer, Chris.

- Hi.

Bye-bye.

[Squeals, Laughs]

I don't feel like lifting weights today.

- [Chris] Okay.

- Let's do something else. [Laughing]

[Dog Barking]

[Barking Continues]

[Barking Continues]

[Sighs]

[Muttering]

Hey! Is this Dale Dexter's

shop here?

Excuse me.

- Hello.

- Did you go to the house?

Yeah.

Nobody was home.

- I would have phoned a...

- [Torch Snaps Off]

I would have phone ahead,

but, uh, I don't have

your phone number in our file.

No problem.

So, uh, did you

make up your mind?

After Dr. Niedelmeyer,

did Richie get another psychiatrist?

No.

No, we moved.

[Machines Buzzing]

Richie went to school.

- Everything was fine.

- Well... that's the problem, Dale.

I look at Richie, and I don't

see that everything is fine.

I see a kid that's

on the brink.

A person, uh,

gets a bullet in the head.

Sometimes they just

leave it there 'cause...

to f*** around in the brain

is gonna paralyze the person.

- That's Richie.

- What's the bullet?

Whatever it was,

I got him away.

- You want to talk about that?

- No.

I want you to stop trying to tear

off the scabs. Let the demons rest.

You dig around in Richie's head,

he's gonna blow up in your face.

- You think he's violent?

- Not with me.

I think you're making

a mistake, Dale.

This is not the time to

take Richie out of therapy.

- If you don't like me,

let's get him someone else.

- Jesus Christ.

One of you

is the same as another.

Yeah.

[Knocking]

- Mrs. Niedelmeyer?

- Yes.

Hi, I'm Bill Capa.

I'm a doctor.

- I tracked you down through

the Psychiatric Institute.

- How very enterprising of you.

Actually, I was wondering

if I could speak to Dr. Niedelmeyer.

My husband

died last year.

If it makes you feel better,

he suffered a lot.

Well, anyway,

it made me feel better.

I'm treating a young man

that was a patient...

of Dr. Niedelmeyer's when he was

a child. His name is Richie Dexter.

- Why don't you leave me alone?

- If I could just

ask you a few questions.

- You get out of here

before I call the police!

- Just a few questions.

- Mrs. Niedelmeyer...

- Get out of here!

[Sighs]

Fifty-eight.

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