Color Of Night Page #6

I don't know these people.

But you're a professional, like me.

You gotta have some kind of suspicion.

I really don't have a clue.

I'd like to help you.

Even if I could, there's

an issue of confidentiality.

- Confidentiality?

- Yes.

[Laughing]

You're talkin' to me

about an issue of confidentiality?

Similar to

the Miranda oath.

If a friend of mine got killed...

and the only thing between

the killer and me was Miranda...

you know what I would do?

I'd f*** Miranda

up the ass, okay?

But don't tell anybody, because

it's a matter of confidentiality. Shh.

[Sighs]

Look, I'm sorry.

I can't help ya. I've only been

in Los Angeles four days.

You're sleeping in that...

dead guy's house, aren't you?

- Yes.

- Maybe something will

come to you in the night.

You know, like dreams and sh*t.

What happens to patients

in a situation like this?

Usually a colleague will offer to take

over the group, continue the treatment.

How sweet.

How sweet.

It's like one of

the vultures dies...

and then the others step in line

and eat his portion?

Is that what you're planning?

- No.

- Why not?

- 'Cause I really can't

handle that right now.

- Sure you can!

Come on. You've been a week

in L.A. You already have

your own private squirrel farm.

How bad can that be?

That's a great career move.

Where were you at the time

of the killing, Capa?

I was at his house...

at Bob's house.

You had to think

about that?

Jesus Christ. You gonna arrest me,

Lieutenant Martinez?

- You want a lawyer?

- Do I need a lawyer?

You're in L.A.

Everybody needs a lawyer.

Ay.

You can go home now. Take a shower.

And keep your mouth shut.

The only thing I got goin' for me

is that few people know what happened.

I don't want the press

f***ing things up.

- [Buzzing]

- All right, all right. Hold on.

[Buzzing]

Oh, sh*t.

[Beeping]

- Capa? Capa, are you there?

- Yeah.

- How's it going?

- What do you want?

I brought the victim's car back,

and I gotta search the house.

You got

a search warrant?

What is it with you? Don't you want

me to find out who killed your friend?

- No, I don't have a warrant.

- All right, come on in.

- Open the gate.

- Yeah, right.

- How's that?

- [Water Spraying]

You got the sprinklers on.

How 'bout that?

Jill. His wife.

- His ex-wife.

- Nice bush.

I'll tell her

you said so.

I'm sure it'll mean

a lot to her.

Check this f***ing bed.

Damn.

Everybody's having fun

but me, goddamn it.

- I do not like guns.

- You prefer knives?

- I need you to do me a favor.

- What's that?

- I want you to tell the group

about Moore's death.

- Me?

- Yes.

- Why?

Well, maybe one of them

won't come in.

Or maybe they would all come in,

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