Color Of Night Page #7

but then you would be able

to spot something wrong.

- I can't handle it right now.

- I just had all the mess

in his office cleaned up.

Don't you want to help me

find the killer? Have a heart.

- What does that mean?

- If you don't tell 'em,

I'll have to tell 'em.

Am I the person to break

the news to these people?

"Listen up, you f***in' daffodils.

Your shrink is dead.

Which means that all the time,

effort and love you put in

this relationship is wasted.

You're gonna remain as f***ed up

as you are, or get worse."

You are one sinister

piece of work.

All right.

I'll do it.

It's better if you do it.

No, you listen to me.

You don't understand, Gene.

Don't lie. Just give

the family what it wants.

No. No, you don't understand.

- [Brakes Squealing, Glass Shattering]

- What...?

I have to call ya back.

Christ.

Hey, you all right?

Hey.

Why me?

Hi. I'm Rose.

Hi, Rose. Nice of you

to run into me like this.

I'm Bill Capa.

I got no insurance.

I know it's against the law

and everything.

[Sighs]

Don't bust my chops.

I'll bring the money to you, if you

could just get an estimate, okay?

- Why don't you give me a break, huh?

- Got a pen?

Yeah.

- Here.

- Thanks.

Oh. Poor old brain

can't remember its own phone number?

I just moved here.

- Oh.

- From New York.

I wrote my address down

'cause I'm not sure about this number.

I don't know how long

I'm gonna be there...

so maybe you can call me sometime

over the next couple of days.

- I will.

- Bye.

Hey, uh, don't you

want my address?

You could lie.

Hi.

- Who hasn't arrived yet?

- Sondra.

- Where's Bob?

- [Richie] W-What's wrong?

If it's all right,

I'd rather wait till we're all here.

- She always this late?

- Depends on who is banging her.

[Gasping, Giggling]

I'm sorry.

Class was really,

really, really late.

What class is that? Advanced

cunnilingus for the single woman...

or C.P.R. For

pleasure and gain?

- [Buck] Oh, Christ. Don't excite her.

- [Sondra] Where's Dr. Moore?

- There's something

that I want to tell you.

- [Casey] What?

[Sondra]

Well, what's the matter?

- [Casey] Yeah?

- Well, l...

[Sondra]

I'm tryin' to pay attention. Shh!

You should prepare yourselves

for bad news.

[Sondra]

Why? Uh-oh.

Bob's been killed.

- [Gasps]

- [Buck] What are you saying?

- What are you telling me?

- He was murdered.

- Sondra...

- He was locking up here

late Friday night.

- [Sondra] Here?

- Yes, right here in the office.

Was he shot, stabbed, beaten?

Have they got a suspect? A motive?

Three days go by

and you don't call us?

- I thought it'd be easier

if you heard it together.

- Oh, I see.

So even Bob's death

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