Color Of Night Page #4

Lots of it.

Maybe an abusive father.

How am I doin' so far?

- A+.

- Daddy pays for

the expensive loft downtown...

and the very expensive

artistic lifestyle as long as

Junior stays in therapy.

The hair on the back

of my neck's standin' up.

Yeah, I'm a psychic

when it comes to masochists.

- Five'll get you ten

he likes to whack now and then.

- Where do you get that from?

Ah, I was born with it.

I'm like a tuning fork.

- What about Richie?

- Genuine nut case.

- Dangerous?

- Volatile.

- Don't f*** with a trapped rat.

- Oh, I see.

Trapped rat syndrome

with a recommendation of

a non-f***-with therapy?

- Can I quote ya on that?

- Yes, you may.

- Just take notes.

There'll be a pop quiz later.

- Okay, I'm ready.

All right, if I diagnose

a schizophrenia, what do you recommend?

- Don't f*** with it.

- Now you got it.

Oh, man.

This all one place?

Goddamn.

[Beeping]

Like peekin'

through a keyhole.

You get a very limited view

of the truth.

What's that?

Way To Go must have gone

really well.

- Yeah.

- [Chuckling]

- After you, wise guy. Come on.

- Oh-ho-ho. Oh, man.

[Chuckling]

[Beeping]

So, how are we

as we approach 40?

We're in, uh, good shape.

Really good shape.

We, uh, finally

got divorced.

We have some money.

We're meticulous.

- I don't detect a woman's touch.

- We have a little friend.

Oh.

You'll meet her.

- She's too young for ya.

- Oh!

[Chuckling]

Always guess the cliche,

and you won't be disappointed.

This woman

is not a cliche.

Thanks.

- Good to see you, Bob.

- You too.

So, uh,

you ready yet?

Ready to what?

It's a hard thing

to talk about.

So hard to talk about.

[Sighs]

It's just a game.

A dumb, deceitful game.

That's why

I quit my practice.

Lost your religion, huh?

Well, I've certainly lost

my belief in the scriptures.

I'm sorry, buddy.

You gotta be in a lot of pain.

There is a distinct

absence of pain.

I can...

I cannot feel the pain that I know

I am supposed to be feeling right now.

And I think I'm goin' crazy.

I've lost it, man.

I think that I am goin' crazy.

You may be.

Your mind may be shot,

but I hope your body isn't.

- Do I get to warm up?

- Yeah.

Two miles any pace you like and then,

uh, let's do ten.

- Ten?

- Too much for ya, huh?

Nah. Not enough.

- I was thinkin' of maybe 20.

- Geez, Bill, you never change.

Why don't we just drop our pants

and see who's got the bigger dick?

- Then we can go back and have a nice,

civilized breakfast.

- Wouldn't be civilized.

- Why?

- You'd be sulkin'.

Ahh.

- They don't have hills in New York.

- Hang on a second.

- Huh? What?

- Hang on a second.

Hang on a second here.

What was that?

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