Still of the Night

Doctor, I, uh, feel I

have to tell you that...

this has to be my

last session with you.

I got fired yesterday.

Look, what's the use, huh?

- I can't afford this sort of

thing anymore. - Mr. Harris,

do you really believe I'd stop

seeing you now, at a time like this,

just because you

couldn't afford it?

I think it's something we should

go into in the next session.

Sure thing.

Next Thursday at 4:00, right?

Right.

Dr. Rice,

this is Nick Dine.

I can't make my 11:00 session tomorrow.

I'll see you next week.

Hi Sam.

It's Sarah here.

I'm just calling to let you

know that the divorce is final.

Um, I hope you like

your new apartment.

If there's anything

you need...

Well, Bucky,

it's not the '78 playoff game.

Dr. Rice?

My name is Brooke Reynolds.

I was a friend of George Bynum.

I was wondering if I could

talk to you for a moment.

I promise I won't

take much time.

Certainly.

Come in.

Sit down.

I was sorry to hear

about George.

When something

like this happens...

Dr. Rice, George left

this in my apartment.

And before I could return it to

him I heard that he had been...

That he was dead.

I...

I thought his wife

should have it.

I don't know her. I mean,

I've met her once or twice, but...

I'm...

What I'm trying to say is

I don't think she knows

anything about George and me.

And I don't see any reason why

she should be hurt by this now.

I thought if...

If you could

return it to her

and not mention

anything about me.

I thought you could say that

he left it here in, in your office,

the last time

he was here or...

Wouldn't it have been simpler

if you had just mailed it to her?

Do you want to

talk about this?

Yes, yes.

I need someone...

Excuse me.

Yes.

Uh, Dr. Rice, uh, I tried

to call you this morning, uh,

but there wasn't any answer.

I'm Detective Joseph Vitucci,

Homicide, Central.

I wonder...

Oh!

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

- Don't worry about it.

- Can I pay you?

So stupid of me.

Stupid...

Could you step into the

waiting room, please.

I'll be with you

in a moment.

Here.

Why don't you use this door?

No one will see you leave.

I've got it.

Miss Reynolds...

Thank you.

Okay.

Dr. Rice.

Joseph Vitucci, Detective First Class,

Homicide Central.

How do you do?

I appreciate your

taking the time.

It's all right.

Sit down.

You're a psychologist, huh?

- Psychiatrist.

- Oh.

All right.

I - A - T - R - I - S - T.

That's right.

And George Bynum

was your patient, huh?

Yes.

Now. How long have

you been treating him?

Twice a week

for two years.

And, uh, last time

you saw him?

Thursday the 22nd, 5:30.

Do you mind?

Okay. Now, anything happened like,

you know, threats, attempts on his life...

- Anything that he mentioned, dah dah,

dah dah, dah dah, you know? - No.

Okay. Uh, how about anybody

he was having trouble with?

Nothing.

What exactly was it that you

were treating the deceased for?

I'm sorry, that's

confidential information.

Okay.

Uh, but if you think of anything that's,

uh, not confidential,

I would appreciate it if

you would give me a call.

Sure.

Uh, listen, Dr. Rice.

If I were you,

I'd be careful for a little while.

What I mean is, if I thought you knew

something about George Bynum's death,

the guy that killed him

might get the same idea.

January 4th, first session

with George Bynum.

Referred by Jack Berger,

47, married, good health.

Works at Crispin's,

the auction gallery.

He said the pre-Columbian statue

on my desk was a cheap copy.

Told me I watered

the plants too much,

finally admitted he was

having trouble sleeping.

I'm afraid I've really

done it this time!

My assistant quit, and...

God, I... I'd promised the job

to a girl who works with me.

I mean we,

we'd been having a...

You know.

Well, anyway,

yesterday afternoon

this woman came walking into my office,

and I don't know why but,

before I knew what was happening,

I'd offered her the job.

Her name's Brooke Reynolds.

She's very shy, very subdued.

I really am in

a lot of trouble.

March 22nd.

Crispin's is handling

the Maddow Estate.

He's a big collector

of antiquities.

Mostly Archaic Greek

and Coptic.

There's a lot of

cataloging to be done.

Here.

Take it.

Mmm.

See, you can hold it, you can

touch it, you can feel it.

You don't have

to be afraid of it.

It's so beautiful.

How long do you think it

took him to make that?

Oh, three or four days,

I should say.

Mmm-hmm.

Now, here's a man who lived

500 years before Christ,

who probably didn't even

know how to read and write,

who never went more than

a few miles beyond his village.

And yet, he has made something

that has outlived Caesar,

has outlived Lorenzo De Medici,

has outlived Napoleon.

And if you don't drop it,

it will outlive you and me.

Hi, I'm sorry I'm late.

I got a call from a patient.

- Oh, God!

- You're not dressed.

Mother, I'm sorry.

I just forgot all about it.

Hmm.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's supposed to mean "hmm,"

that's all.

It's not like you to forget

Uncle Charlie's party.

You're his favorite.

Got a lot of work to do.

Sam, is something wrong?

No, I'm fine.

Have you, uh,

heard from Sarah lately?

Yeah.

She called to say

the divorce was final.

Hmm.

Do me a favor, don't start that "hmm"

stuff again, okay? I'm in no mood for it.

Look. Just tell Uncle Charlie

I'm sorry I couldn't make it.

Oh, come on, Sam.

Uncle Charlie's not so bad.

Besides, how long is it since you've

gone out and seen people?

I appreciate what

you're trying to do,

but I don't need

a social director.

All right, Sam,

what's happening?

I lost a patient.

What happened?

A guy named George Bynum.

It was all over the Daily News.

Stabbed to death.

Oh, that's awful!

You want to know the truth?

I'll tell you the truth.

I think he would have been better

off seeing a priest or a rabbi.

Oh, come on, Sam!

Instead of paying 75 bucks

an hour to a doctor

who can't even hold his

own marriage together!

Now, you listen to me.

I'm not talking mother-son,

I'm talking shrink to shrink.

When a man's wife

leaves him after

- seven years of marriage...

- Eight!

Eight years of marriage,

there's supposed to be some

kind of emotional reaction.

He's supposed to

feel a lot of pain.

He's supposed to

feel a lot of anger.

It's not particularly pleasant,

but he's got to go through it.

- But what...

- But, in my case...

I'm creating an elaborate system

of highly structured activities

so I can avoid dealing

with my own emotions.

But then there's nothing really

new about that, is there?

Okay?

Just tell Uncle Charlie I can't make it,

and I'll take a rain check.

April 15th.

I think George Bynum

is in some kind of trouble.

At today's session he

was distracted and upset.

Uh, listen, Doctor.

Let me ask you a question.

Okay?

I mean, just hypothetically.

Now what if, uh,

you found out

that someone you knew had

actually killed somebody

and, uh, because her family is rich,

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