Still of the Night Page #3

the police about me?

Nothing.

- What's the matter?

- Don't lie to me, please.

That detective had me in

his office all afternoon.

You must have told

him something.

They're questioning everyone

who worked with George.

No, no, no, that's not it.

They knew something else.

I could tell.

Brooke, I think it's very

naive of you to think

that they're not going to find

out about you sooner or later.

Not if you don't tell them.

I mean, you're the only

one who knew about us.

What is it you're

so afraid of?

I was with him the

night he was killed.

We had been having

this affair.

And I was trying...

I told him I'd meet him one last

time at the bar near Crispin's.

He start...

It got very ugly and, uh, I told him

that I never wanted to see him again.

And he laughed at me.

He told me there was no way on Earth

that he would ever allow that to happen.

So I left.

I just walked out.

He followed me. He tried to

make me get in the car with him.

I wouldn't go. I... I walked home.

I left him there.

I must have been

the last person

to see him alive.

When I woke up in the morning,

I saw the papers. I couldn't believe it.

It was...

It was horrible.

I saw his picture.

This man that I

thought I'd loved.

It was horrible,

but you know what I felt?

I felt relieved.

All I kept thinking was.

"I'm so glad. "

I'm so glad he's

out of my life.

Don't you think that

there's something

a little bit wrong

with that?

I mean, with me?

First of all,

let's get one thing straight.

You're not responsible for what

happened to George Bynum

just because you're

glad he's dead.

And whatever you're feeling now,

guilt, remorse, whatever it is,

it's human, it's understandable,

and it's something we all share.

Nothing wrong with that.

It's my mother.

I'll call you later.

And that's when he

wakes from the dream.

Okay, let's have one last

go at the traditional stuff.

Box, woman.

Green, jealousy.

So we start by

considering the possibility

that we're dealing

with a jealous woman.

Since George Bynum puts the box

in his pocket, I can only assume

that he thinks he has some sort of

control over the jealous woman.

Until something goes

wrong and she gets loose.

What about the little girl? Did he tell

you why he was frightened of her?

Uh-uh.

He gave me the dream,

that's all.

I can only think that she's some sort of

displacement for the mother or the sister.

Oh, no, no, no, no,

not at all!

We're probably dealing with

a woman who on the surface

seems childlike

and innocent

but underneath is capable

of extreme violence.

Sam, I still think you

should go to the police.

With what? What kind

of evidence do I have?

A green box and a little girl

who's mean to her teddy bear.

Come on, Grace,

you know better than that!

Well, if you're not

going to the police,

why are you getting

mixed up in this?

I told you before.

I spent almost two years,

two hours a week, talking to this man.

I want to find out

why he was killed.

Sam, you're not equipped to

deal with this sort of thing.

If you don't look out, you're going to put

yourself in a very dangerous position.

Go to the police!

Please.

I'll think about it.

Sam!

Mom,

do you remember when I wanted

to quit school and play pro ball?

When I got that offer from

that Class A team in Knoxville?

I called you up and I told

you what I wanted to do

and you got on the first

train to New Haven?

- If you had really wanted to quit...

- I wouldn't have called you. Okay.

And you sat with me for six hours

and you let me talk myself out of it.

You were right,

but I'm not sorry.

I mean,

I'm a much better shrink

than I ever would have

been a second baseman.

But I closed some kind

of a door that day.

And I've been closing

them ever since.

What I'm doing now may be...

May be irrational.

Maybe it is foolish.

But I gotta do it.

Oh, Sam!

Who's there?

Brooke?

All right, you son of a b*tch!

Give me all your money.

All right, okay.

I've got about

50 or 60 here.

I'll take that, man!

Now look, I...

I know this sounds a little crazy,

but I'd like to ask you a favor.

My wallet.

You want my wallet,

don't you?

Master Charge, Visa,

American Express? Huh?

Hey, look, man!

If you try something

with me...

Oh, no!

No!

I just want you to stay

here and watch me

and make sure I get

out of the park okay.

Okay?

Your coat.

What?

I want your coat.

Give me your coat.

You got it!

Now, I ain't going

to tell you again.

You get your ass

out of here!

All right.

Thanks a lot!

Personal effects will

be returned to you

as soon as forensics is through with them.

About your coat, tough luck!

Now, uh, would you mind telling me

just what you were doing here?

I was having a problem

with a patient.

Decided to go for a walk

and, uh, think things out.

In Central Park?

You took a walk?

Well, I went a little

further than I intended

and somebody grabbed me,

that's it.

You're kidding!

Murray, do me a favor.

Call the squad, see what they want.

You got it!

Doctor, I think there's something

here you don't understand.

Someone tried to

kill you last night.

I don't buy that!

Look,

a patient of mine is murdered

for whatever reasons.

A couple of days later,

by coincidence,

- I go for a walk.

- What are you talking about?

I go into the park.

I get mugged.

The guy who mugs me

gets mugged himself.

He puts up a struggle,

he gets killed,

I mean that...

That happens every day.

First, the guy was killed because

he was wearing your coat, okay?

Now, second, I just lost

five bucks to this schnook

because the pattern of the wounds

is the same as George Bynum's.

And I got another 20,

says she's not finished yet!

Who is it?

It's me, Sam.

I've got to talk to you.

Hi!

Oh, Mr. Chong, this is Dr. Rice.

Dr. Rice, Mr. Chong.

Mmm.

Where were you last night?

I went back to Crispin's

and tried to do some work.

I called you about

11:
00 or 11:30 and...

I, uh, I went for a walk.

You were gone forever.

I called.

A couple of times.

It was a long walk.

It wasn't anything important.

- I was just wondering I was just...

- What?

You do this sort of

thing regularly?

Oh, I have a bad back.

Mr. Chong usually

comes at night.

But today's his

daughter's birthday.

When will I see you again?

My last patient is at 7:00.

There's a very important

auction tonight at Crispin's.

And...

I'm going to be handling the

bidding for an Italian client.

One of the pieces should go

for over a million dollars.

So, if you've never

been to an auction...

maybe you would find it...

very, very...

exciting.

I'm sure it would be.

- It starts at 8:00.

- Mmm.

Got a patient in

about half an hour.

Sam!

Yeah?

Oh...

Nothing.

Sam.

What did you want

to see me about?

Nothing.

Dr. Rice?

Brooke asked me to

watch out for you.

Would you come

with me, please?

I can't tell you how much Mr. Bynum's

death has upset everyone around here.

This afternoon Gail Phillips

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