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um, nobody found out about it?

Actually, I'm the only one

who knows about it.

Except for you.

Anyway, uh, what I wanted

to know is if somebody'd

done something like that before,

killed somebody,

is it likely that, uh,

they would do it again?

Angelo?

Angelo?

Anybody out there?

Who's there?

Dr. Rice?

What happened to the lights?

I don't know. Somebody must

have pulled the wrong switch.

- Are you all right?

- I'm fine, fine.

Oh, the doorman said

you might be down here.

I'm very sorry if I'm

disturbing you, but...

I felt very, very badly about breaking

that figurine in your office this afternoon,

so I... I brought you...

Come on inside.

Just a second,

I'll get the lights.

Here, let me take your coat.

Oh, no. I can't... I can't stay.

I just...

I just wanted

to give you this.

Here, um, let me.

May I?

I hope you like her.

She's a...

She's a Tanagra.

They were terracotta figures made

in Greece in the Third Century BC.

She...

She's very delicate.

This was probably

a small bowl or a...

A sheaf of wheat that she's carrying

in the hand that's missing.

These little figures were

placed in tombs to

keep the dead from

being so lonely.

I gave back the watch. I, uh,

didn't mention anything about you.

Look, I think I know what

you're going through.

I mean, when you lose

someone you love you...

If there's any way

that I can help.

Not, not as a doctor,

but just to talk.

You don't understand.

I didn't love George.

I don't know what he

told you about me.

Well, it's late.

I have to go.

If you change your mind...

All right.

You know, the more I see

of that new girl in the office,

the more I think that

she's definitely your type.

And what do you

think that is?

Stiff.

I mean, she's very tense.

One look at her and you know that

what she really needs is a good...

May 19th.

There's something very bizarre going on

with your little girlfriend, Miss Reynolds.

You remember,

I had told you

that she'd moved into an apartment

building right behind mine,

which I find

very significant.

Anyway, last night,

I was getting dressed to go out to

have some dinner with some friends.

June 23rd.

George Bynum canceled

his next two sessions.

He let me know that he was

going away with his girlfriend.

Well, you haven't asked

me about Brooke.

Aren't you curious about her?

Should I be?

I took a photograph of her.

Come to think of it, you

never ask me about Brooke.

You ask me about my wife.

You ask me about my boss.

But you never ask

me about Brooke.

Why is that, Doctor?

You know,

I think you're beginning to

have a problem about her.

September 19th.

The patient reported a

dream in today's session.

In the dream he was

walking down a wooded lane.

Yes, may I help you?

I have an appointment

with a Detective Vitucci.

- Dr. Rice?

- Yes.

Be right with you.

I'll take care of this.

Uh, let me get back to

you on Monday, all right?

Okay, bye, bye.

Hi, I'm Gail Phillips. I was one

of George Bynum's assistants.

- How do you do?

- I'll show you the way upstairs.

- Have you been to Crispin's before?

- Uh, no.

Shall I give you the tour?

It's a long walk.

- Why not?

- All right.

Crispin's is the oldest auction

house in the United States.

It was founded in 1811. It's been

in continuous operation ever since.

Crispin's has branches in

London, New York, Paris,

Geneva,

Boston and Los Angeles.

We have an excellent Blue Cross

program for our employees

which covers full

psychiatric benefits,

but I'm sure George Bynum

must have told you about that.

Downstairs are all the

conference rooms,

the auction room,

and the exhibition room.

Up here on the fourth floor, this is

where all the slave labor takes place.

Aha!

Quite a mess, isn't it?

Hmm.

My God!

It actually all gets

sorted out eventually.

Sorry.

Where does all this

stuff come from?

Estates, galleries,

private collections.

Actually, most of it comes

from just ordinary people.

Now, once things get to Crispin's,

after they're receipted,

they're all sent to their

proper department.

Sculpture to the

sculpture department,

and prints to the

print department,

et cetera, et cetera,

et cetera.

And then about a week

before the auction

everything is sent downstairs

into the exhibition rooms

and the night before

it's all put backstage

and finally,

on the day of the sale

it's put up for auction,

and hopefully sold.

That's the end of the speech,

the end of the tour, the police.

Ah.

Thank you very much.

I appreciate your coming over.

I know you're a busy man.

I'll try not to keep you too long.

No problem.

Miss Wilson, yeah, please

come in now, okay? Thanks.

Yesterday when

we were talking,

you said that the deceased came

to see you twice a week, right?

Mmm-hmm.

According to this, Bynum was

seeing you five times a week.

That's impossible.

Miss Wilson, how often did Mr. Bynum

have an appointment with his psychiatrist?

Five times a week.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

If that's all, I have

a lot of work to do.

Fine. Thanks, Miss Wilson.

Please close the door.

We found out that Bynum

was fooling around with

at least one of

the women here.

And I think he was

using you as the cover.

Oh, and you're going

to ask me who that is?

And you're going to tell me

that's confidential information.

Mmm-hmm.

Since yesterday I found

out a couple more things.

First, we're pretty sure

Bynum was killed by a woman.

Second, since his wife was in Florida

at that time, we know it wasn't her.

And third, the guys at forensic

came up with a sort of

a psychological portrait

of the killer,

and they think

she'll try it again.

Doctor, I get the feeling you know

a lot more than you're telling me.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute...

- I don't know what you're trying to hide.

George Bynum was a patient

of mine for almost two years

and I'm just as much concerned about

what happened to him as you are.

Dr. Rice.

I don't know what they can do to a

psychiatrist who withholds information,

but I can promise you

this for a fact,

you're going to end

up in a lot of trouble

if you don't get

yourself killed first.

Thank you for coming over.

Oh!

- Yes?

- Mom. Sam.

- Oh. Hi. How are you?

- I'm fine.

Listen, why don't you

and I have dinner tonight?

I thought I'd, uh, order in

some Chinese, and, uh...

All right, Sam,

what's wrong?

Well, as a matter of fact,

I've got a little problem.

What would you

say if I told you

that I'd been to bed

with your girlfriend?

You aren't curious?

Anyway, night before last

Brooke and I were working late.

Everybody else

had gone home.

And, uh,

I don't know why,

I guess I just wanted to

see what would happen,

I reached out and put my hand

on the back of her neck.

She didn't make a move.

She didn't say a word.

And I kissed her.

And then I started to

unbutton her blouse.

And I put my hand

on her breast.

And she didn't make

a move to stop me.

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