Color Of Night Page #5

What the hell

was that?

- What are you afraid of?

- I think I got a gear

slippin' here or somethin'.

That's not

what I meant.

What's with the security

system, the security gates,

lookin' over your shoulder?

- I been gettin' some threats.

- You mean death threats?

Pretty sure it's somebody

in the Monday night group.

- I just don't know who.

- Monday night as in last night?

Yeah.

I was hopin' maybe with your tuning

fork that you might have a hunch.

No. No hunches, Bob.

What makes you think

it's somebody in the group?

Only about a dozen things. It's been

going on for a couple of months now.

It's funny how it

gets to you after a while.

- You call the cops?

- Yeah.

They said if they had to protect every

shrink in L.A., they'd need an army.

But that I should call 'em

if, uh, anything happens.

[Chuckling]

Yeah. That makes sense.

Yeah. It'll probably

all just blow over.

- Yeah.

- How 'bout you?

How 'bout me what?

What do you give a suicidal patient

who's got everything?

- A parachute. I heard it already.

- Out here already, huh?

Come on, old-timer.

Oh... sh*t.

- [Laughing]

- You may have to...

You may have to carry me in.

You know, you lose

a lot more gracefully than you used to.

Yeah, well, you know,

practice and all.

Hey, how 'bout that?

Learning To Lose, by Dr. Bill Capa.

- [Beeping]

- Got a ring to it.

They're makin' them seats

a little smaller, huh? Whoo!

I'll see you

next week, all right?

I'm goin' now.

You want me to lock up on the way out?

That'd be great, Barbara.

[Classical]

[Click]

[Whispering]

Just relax.

Barbara?

[Click]

[Laughter]

No!

No-o-o-o!

[Groaning]

Why?

[Groaning]

- [Woman Officer]

Have you thought about...

- Man, I didn't do nothing.

- Oh, please? You know, you're very cute.

- Yeah, I love you too.

Relax.

- You Capa?

- Yes, I'm Bill Capa.

You're here because

of the dead doctor?

Yes.

Um, I read something

about sessions on Mondays?

Tell me about

this Monday group.

There's five patients

in the group.

- I can't really remember

their names right now.

- Like five cuckoos?

No. Four neurotics

of varying degrees...

and one killer.

At least that's

what Bob thought.

- Bob Moore?

- Good. Yes, Bob Moore.

- Uh, four men and one woman.

- Right.

And you sat in on

one of these sessions, right?

Yes, I did.

- So who did it? Hey, hey, hey!

- [Door Opening]

Anderson!

This is civilization, man!

What do you think this is,

your bedroom? Damn!

Knock! Knock! Don't come

into my office like that, bro. Hey!

Whew.

[Chuckles]

It's a Third World thing.

- Where were we?

- You were probing me about the patients.

I was about to tell you that

I really can't help you.

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