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No, you are the goddamn enemy, Kappa. You and this whole tower of

psychobabble. You know what I hope?

That God gets real pissed off and he shrivels up your cock so that it points

straight down to hell where you belong!

Okay, Michelle.

Before you become his avenging angel and swoop down to finish me off. Oh, now I

finally get it. You are like my ex -husband.

You think that everything's got to be either black or white because you've

colorblind. But God's on my side now.

He knows I'm not like you.

No, we're all pretty much the same, Michelle.

We all do it.

We all do what?

We tend to view our lives as if we're looking through a keyhole.

It's a very limited view of the truth.

So we have to fill in the blank.

We invent things.

I don't know what you mean.

You invent enemies to test your strength against.

You invent gods to protect you from these enemies. What a depressing view of

life you have. That is such horseshit. Who is the enemy? One minute you have

friends, the next moment they've slipped away.

You leave here and I wonder, who is Michelle hating this week? I try to

and I can't.

I can't bring him to mind. Do you know why?

No, why don't you tell me?

Take a look in the mirror, Michelle.

Which mirror? This mirror?

Any mirror.

Tell me what you see.

I see... your reflection over my shoulder.

I see... there's nothing much that I really like. I think I prefer

the view outside, actually.

Michelle!

There was the reddest blood I ever saw.

Pulled around her green dress.

And then the red disappeared.

Christ, Ed. It was like a vibration of color broadcast from hell.

And then the red started to fade away.

Poor Kappa.

You here for me to pity you?

Hell yeah.

Doesn't take Sigmund Freud to figure out that I don't care to see the color of

my patient's blood.

I'm a little surprised that this happened to you. Sure.

You always thought I was a cold -hearted son of a bitch. Not really, but there

is a kind of arrogance here.

Do you really believe that you are responsible for her illness?

You are a small, recent part of her life. Yeah, that's right, that's right.

Well, it's all too fucking glib for me, Larry. I cannot dispose of this woman

that easily.

Well, you always were a romantic.

Are you involved with anyone now?

No.

But I'm still a romantic.

I just don't have anybody to be romantic with.

They don't want to fuck me or marry me. None of them want to love me. Maybe you

don't want to be loved.

You had a happy marriage once.

You loved me to death.

And then she ran off and loved somebody else to death. Of course, there's

something else here.

To deny red is to deny emotion. Oh, yeah.

As you know, that can be very dangerous.

Yes, yes, I know.

Very dangerous.

I know that I've got something broken.

I know that it's going to take some time to get it fixed.

Well, you're a pretty good therapist.

How long does it take a man like you to forgive himself?

I'll see you when I get back from Los Angeles.

Don't run away because of one treatment failure.

I'm not running away, Larry.

It's just a little trip to Los Angeles.

Besides, I can't really run away.

It's all up here, isn't it?

It's a package deal.

The head goes with me.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Los Angeles. Please remain seated until the

aircraft... Just another Monday in paradise.

There's a fender bender on the 405 slowing things down... Hey, jerk -o!

you looking at?

Is that it?

It is an accident. Hey, what happened there? Anybody hurt?

Anybody dead?

What are you doing? You were looking there and driving here.

Put the pedal on the metal!

Asshole!

38, 14, 33, 13, 29,

304, 7,

8.

Clark. Yeah.

Did you read the paper today?

No. I was just wondering how many fucking pages it had.

Oh, Christ, I fell right into that.

16.

Four? Forty -seven? I care that you're late.

I don't care. I do, too.

Why not?

Because his father's paying for his tariff. Well, my dead husband's paying

mine, and I still care.

Unbelievable.

I think we should get started now.

Clark?

Hey,

Bob.

How you doing?

I'm good.

Good, yeah.

Yeah, good. I'm sorry I'm late. I got stuck in traffic on the freeway. Yeah,

listen, we're just about to get started.

You know, I'll just wait out here for you. Why don't you join us?

Oh, you know, this is the last thing I read. No, I'm serious. I can do a second

opinion. No, look, look, Bob.

This is my friend and colleague, Bill Kappa, from New York.

Why don't you sit down over there, Bill?

I thought it might be interesting for you and for him if he sat in on one of

sessions.

What kind of a shrink are you?

I'm a behaviorist.

Qualifications? Same as Bob.

We went to college together.

And we fought the battle of Penn State Mental Hospital as interns.

No one's going to be offended if you want to say no. No, Bob.

Oh, Jesus.

Nobody wants to say no.

I'm Sandra.

How are you, Bill? I'm fine, thank you, Sandra.

Medical degree.

I'm a psychologist and a psychoanalyst, not a psychiatrist.

The PhD is from NYU.

Okay. Thank you. So, it's Bill and Bob.

Therapy adieu.

Really? Why don't we begin by introducing ourselves and then saying as

as little about why we're here as we're comfortable with. Name's Buck.

That's an anti -gender remark.

Sandro.

Sandra, why don't you start us off?

Okay.

My name is Sandra Dorio.

And I always marry older men.

But I'm single now.

And I keep... Well, I... I want

sex all the time.

I really do want a real relationship.

And sometimes I steal things.

I mean, they're little things.

It doesn't make any sense.

It's hard to, you know.

Is it okay?

Thank you. Thanks.

Richie?

Richie? This will be an event. Richie!

What?

Would you like to tell Bill a little something about yourself?

No.

Okay. Nobody else is going to do it. I will.

Richie has a gender identity problem and a social phobia.

And he's promised the group not to wear the Walkman in group.

To lay the inventory out like that. Oh, thank Christopher Rattle for his change.

Thank Michael, sir. This is not about you.

You're right. You know what I'm saying?

I open my mouth to talk,

but nothing happens except for when I

do drugs.

I can't talk, so that's how come I'm here.

They say that I blush, too.

You can say that again.

Fuck you!

Fuck! Fuck you! I'll tear your fucking hair off!

Fucking fuck! Fuck!

Oh, fuck.

Richie! It's all right.

I'll come back.

What do you think, Dr. Clark?

Is it something I said?

You are an asshole.

You know, guys, a little humanity.

Funny. I'll fucking laugh.

We're entertaining the shit out of you, aren't we?

Oh, why don't you stop being responsible for everyone, okay? Why don't you stop

wound -licking, Sandra?

It's very nice.

Buck.

I lost my wife and daughter.

And I just can't seem to get past it. All right.

I'm very sorry.

How did they die?

They say... I

can't talk about it.

Casey?

I am Casey Hines.

I am a painter.

I live in a loft downtown.

And I guess you could say I'm alienated.

Don't be serious.

I'm a bear poop in the woods.

Sitting next to Clark.

And then smoke up a storm.

My name is Clark.

I'm a lawyer.

And, um... I'm an obsessive -compulsive disorder.

So what's the problem?

The problem is, is that if you and Buck are going to smoke in here, then the

door to Dr.

Moore's office must remain open a minimum of 15 inches. I can't stand the

okay? And I would also like to suggest that you buy one of those ashtrays that

sucks up the smoke and purifies them. They cost $9 .99, half of which is

$4 .99 .5. He's going to open the door. One of you will have to pay an extra

penny, but I'm sure you can work that out. He's going to open the door. I'm

going to open the door.

You smell like an ashtray.

Don't act more serious in groups.

He's back. Hey, Clark.

He's back.

Bill,

what would you like to tell us about yourself?

Well, I

have plenty of problems.

The biggest of which right now is jet lag, so I think I'll pass for now.

like a daughter to me.

We hang out.

Wonderful.

Well, that's all for tonight.

I'll see you all next week.

Ah,

Bill.

I'll be with you in a couple minutes, okay?

Bye.

Have you read Bob's book?

No, I haven't.

It's really quite excellent.

Way to go.

I'm glad to hear you like it.

Very much.

Good night, Dr. Kappa. Good night.

Okay. Well, nobody jumped out the window, so maybe I'm making progress.

Want to get a drink?

No. Want to go get laid?

No.

So what do you think of my little group?

What's Buck's story?

I mean, how did he lose his wife and kid? I don't know yet.

He's not talking yet.

Either.

What about Casey?

You tell me.

Well, I smell money.

Lots of it.

Maybe an abusive father.

How am I doing so far?

A -plot.

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 standing up.

Yeah, I'm a psychic when it comes to massacres.

If I ever get your ten, he likes a whack now and then. Where'd he get that from?

I was born with it.

Like a tuning fork.

What about Richie?

Genuine nutcase.

Dangerous? Volatile.

Don't fuck with a trapped rat.

Oh, I see.

Trapped rat syndrome with a recommendation of a non -fuck -with

Can I quote you on that?

Yes, you may.

Take notes. There'll be a pop quiz later.

Okay, I'm ready. All right, if I diagnose schizophrenia, what do you

Don't fuck with it.

Ah, you got it.

one place?

God damn.

Like peeking through a keyhole.

You get a very limited view of the truth.

What's that?

Way to go, but they're going really well.

Yeah.

After you, wise guy. Come on.

Go.

How are we as we approach 40?

We're in good shape.

Really good shape.

We finally got divorced.

We have some money.

We're meticulous.

I don't detect a woman's touch.

We have a little friend.

You'll meet her.

She's too young for you? Oh.

Always gets 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.

It's just a game.

Dumb, deceitful game.

That's why I quit my practice.

Lost your religion, huh?

Well, I 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 that I'm supposed to be feeling

right now.

And I think that I'm going crazy.

I've lost it, man. I think that I am going crazy.

You may be.

Your mind may be shot.

But I hope your body isn't.

I get to warm up?

Yeah.

Two miles, any pace you like, and then, uh, let's do ten.

Ten?

Too much for you, huh?

Not enough.

I was thinking of maybe twenty.

Geez, Billy, 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 sulking.

You don't have those in New York.

Hang on a second. Hang on a second.

What are

you afraid of?

I got a gear slip in here or something.

That's not what I meant.

It's with the security systems, the security gate, looking over your

I've been getting some threats.

What do 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 hoping 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.

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 him if anything happens.

Yeah. That makes sense.

Yeah.

Probably I'll just blow over.

Yeah.

How about you?

About me what?

What do you give a suicidal patient who's got everything?

Parachute. I heard it already.

Out here already, huh?

Come on, old timer.

Oh, shit.

You may have to carry me in.

You know, you lose a lot more graciously than you used to. Yeah, well, you know,

practice and all.

Hey, how about that? Learning to Lose by Dr. Bill Kappa.

Got a ring to it.

Hey, make the seats a little smaller, huh?

Well,

see you next week, all right?

I'm gone now. You want me to lock up on the way out?

That'd be great, Barbara.

Barbara?

You're Kappa?

Yes, I'm Dr. Kappa.

You're here because of the dead doctor?

Yes.

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.

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, hey, hey!

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.

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 at all. I don't really

any of these people.

But you're a professional like me. You gotta have some kind of... I really

have a clue.

I'd like to help you.

Even if I could, there's an issue of confidentiality.

Confidentiality? Yes.

You're talking 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?

Huh?

Fuck Miranda up the ass, okay? But don't tell anybody because it's a matter of

confidentiality.

Look, I'm sorry. I can't help you. I've only been in Los Angeles four days.

You're sleeping at that guy's house, aren't you?

Yes. Maybe something will come to you in the night, you know, like dreams and

shit. Look, 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?

Because 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, Kappa?

I was at his house.

At Bob's house.

You had to think about that?

Jesus Christ.

You gonna arrest me, Lieutenant Martinez? Hey, you want a lawyer? Do I

lawyer? You're in L .A. Everybody needs a lawyer.

You can go home now. Take a shower.

And keep your mouth shut.

The only thing I got going for me is that few people know what happened, and

don't want to press fucking things up.

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?

You got the sprinklers on?

How about that?

Jill.

His wife.

His ex -wife.

Nice bush.

I thought you said so.

I'm sure it'll mean a lot to her.

Check this fucking bed.

Man.

Everybody's having fun but me, goddammit.

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, but

then you would be able to spot something wrong.

I just can't handle it right now, okay?

I just had all the mess in his office cleaned up. Don't you want to help me

the killer?

Have a heart.

What does that mean? If you don't tell him, I'll have to tell him. Am I the

person who brings the news to these people?

Listen up, you fucking 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 fucked up as you are or get worse.

You are one sinister piece of work.

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.

I have to call you back.

I see you to run into me like this.

Bill Capa.

I got no insurance.

I know it's against the law and everything.

Don't buzz my chops.

I'll bring the money to you. If you could just get an estimate, okay?

Would you give me a break, huh?

Got a pen?

Thanks. Oh.

Poor old brain can't remember his own phone number.

I just moved here.

From New York.

I wrote my address down.

I'm not sure about this number. I don't know how long I'm going to 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 dress?

You could lie.

Hi.

Who hasn't arrived yet?

Sondra.

Where's Bob?

What's wrong?

If it's all right, I'd rather wait till we're all here.

Is she always this late?

Depends on who is banging her.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Class has been really, really, really late.

What class is that, son?

Advanced condominium for the single woman or CPR for pleasure and gain? Oh,

Christ, I'm excited.

Where's Dr. Moore?

There's something that I want to tell you.

What?

matter yeah well i'm trying to pay attention you should prepare yourself

news what yeah bob's been killed what are you

saying what are you telling me he was murdered he was locking up here late

friday night yes right here in the office was he shot stabbed beaten have

got a suspect a motive Three days go by and you don't call us? It might be

easier if you heard it together.

Oh, I see. So even Bob's death is group therapy. That's great. Hey, Bob, thanks

for giving us the chance to grieve together. What the fuck is going on

need to know more. He was stabbed to death. How many times was he stabbed?

man was Bob's best friend.

Do you really need exactly what it is now? Sandra, Sandra. Get your fucking

hands off me. It's okay.

It's okay.

You make sense to me.

Many times, Clark.

More than 30.

That's all I can tell you. It wasn't a thief, I'll tell you that right now. I

agree. I mean, why stab a guy 30 times?

Bob, he'd piss in his pants if you showed him a knife, you know that. What

you saying?

I am saying, Sandra, that you really, really have to hate a person to stab

that many times. You're a shrink, right? You know what kind of power people hand

over to shrinks? Well, maybe sometimes they hand over more than they want to.

That is absolutely correct. A thief would not stick around to stab someone

times. Since when did you become such an expert on robbery? It's not the robbery

he's an expert on, it's the rage.

What are we going to do now? I mean, us, the group.

I bet Dr.

Kappa has an idea.

What does he mean?

I think Casey is suggesting that I may have some plan to replace Bob.

Maybe you should.

No, I can't do that.

Not right now. Why?

Why not?

For one reason or another, I'm more screwed up than you people are. I was

being obnoxious and loud before.

Anybody have a fucking Xanax?

I have a Librium. Stop with the drugs. I think it would be a good idea if you

stayed. Body isn't cold yet, man. I mean, there'd be some connection, right?

You were Bob's best friend.

You seemed kind of like him.

It'd be so much easier to trust you.

I know what kind of a force group can become in your lives.

You tell things here, intimate things, that you wouldn't tell your best friend.

I'm very flattered that you would, uh... But the truth

is, you are the people that make this work.

I will be more than happy to try and find someone for you to continue this,

I cannot help you. My opinion count for anything. I would like to ask why

it is you feel so inadequate for the task.

Maybe he just don't like us.

No, that's not it, Buck. Why don't you step outside?

Six weeks ago, I spoke harshly to a patient.

And she committed suicide.

Right in front of me.

Perhaps she would have done this.

Anyway, that's what my colleagues say.

But I don't know.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

And my patient... Her name was Michelle.

He jumped out of a window in my office.

So much blood.

So red.

And right before my eyes, the red disappeared.

It's turned to gray.

So I don't see red now.

But you see, I was her doctor.

And I failed.

So I can't help you.

I don't think that you want someone like me around right now.

I think I do.

Me too.

Why don't you give us a try for a month?

Listen, if you need any free legal advice, you

know, to help wrap up Bob's affairs, please don't hesitate to call me. I'm

with anyone right now, and I would be more than happy to help you in any way.

Thank you.

You

bring

me a confession?

Nope. Well, you win some, you lose some, huh, Kappa?

Listen, maybe it wasn't one of the crew.

Oh!

to like him already.

Your friend Bob Moore deserves a lot more loyalty than this.

Hey, what are we sitting here shouting at each other for? What is with this

place?

I used to work in narcotics and I used to come here a lot.

I probably fought and or arrested half of these people's parents.

It's a nice place. I like it. Makes sense.

Look, I'm sorry. I don't have anything for you.

I'll see you around.

So that's it, huh?

Yep.

Anything you want to tell me?

No. That's a four -door, man.

Well, you better shut the group down.

Who said I hadn't?

Well, have you or haven't you?

They asked me to take over the group, and I couldn't say no.

I figured.

You're gonna do real well in this town.

Shut the fucker down.

What's the problem? You sent me over there. No, I sent you there to convey a

piece of bad news. Give me a break, would you, man? I didn't send you there

go trolling for business.

Come on. You told me you couldn't handle it.

Well, it turns out that I can handle it. You stick your dick in a barrel of

barracudas once, maybe you won't lose it. You leave it in there, it's gonna

chewed off at the root.

I appreciate your concern for my dick, Hector. Thank you.

I'm being really nice.

I had a concern for your safety, in case it's one of them, huh?

Shut it down, okay?

No, I can't do that. Shut it down, Chingada!

Don't be an asshole!

Find another fucking set of wombats to exploit!

You said an irrational outburst, Hector.

Did it begin in childhood or in puberty?

Get out of my face!

Am I in your face?

An interesting choice of words. Would you like me in your face?

You married, Hector?

If you ever want to deal with any of these problems, I'll give you a special

raise.

Special rate?

What, like freaking flyer miles?

Let me ask you something. Are you really colorblind, or is that some shit you

feed them so they feel sorry for you? No, unfortunately, I am colorblind.

You bug the office? You know, for a shrink, you're pretty fucking dense.

Who's there?

I... Remember me?

Miss... Bender Bender? Yes, she is.

A little angel.

Dancing on the head of a pin.

So, did you get that estimate?

Nice place you got here.

It's a little cold, but it's kind of tasteful, right?

And wet.

You too, I guess.

Cold and tasteful.

So, are we eating in or are you taking me out?

You can't.

At all?

Wow.

Not even shades of pink?

Can't tell me if it's smeared or not.

I can't tell you if your eyes are bloodshot.

Really?

That's sad.

You know what?

In respect to your infirmity, I'm going to give up where I left off.

There's something about me that I bet you find a little strange, right?

What is that? Well, I haven't asked what you do.

That's right. You showed remarkable restraint.

Well, it's because I'd rather guess.

You know, I actually get upset if someone tries to tell me before I can

it out for myself, you know?

But what if I'm ashamed of what I do?

Why?

I mean, why would you be ashamed of being a shrink?

I told you I was a shrink.

Well, are you?

How did you know?

The way you look at me.

How do I look at you?

You have this kindness in your eyes.

But I think that you're using it to keep me away.

You know, you're trying to play it safe. You're trying to see me as a case

instead of as a female.

So you have a tuning fork, too.

I guess we have a lot in common.

You seem to be playing the same game.

Why do you say I'm playing a game? Because you're the fantasy girl, aren't

Quicksilver, the faith glimpsed across a crowded room.

Yeah, that's exactly what I am.

You'll be whatever they want you to be.

No substance, no rules, light as air.

Though your feet never have to touch those burning hot coals the rest of us

around on.

Sort of like not being red.

Yeah, sort of like that.

I was afraid during dinner that you had taken a room here and I'd have to decide

whether or not to go up with you.

Yes, but that was part of my plan. I mean, I wanted to do it, thank you. Oh,

need a taxi.

Taxi! Oh, no, wait, wait, wait.

I'm not tough for it.

I'm just beginning to think that maybe I'll

And you should just let me take you home and forget about this stupid taxi.

Well, I'm thinking you should stay exactly where you are, because in that

condition, get arrested, start another riot.

Well, just give me your phone number to drive.

What, you want to make me fall to earth and burn my feet?

Whatever happened to Quicksilver and Lyda there?

She floats away on her sweet young legs, waves to them once.

He drives away without a backward glance.

You know, Richie is what he is. What exactly is that? He was born back of a

going up Route 5 to a Grateful Dead concert.

The first sound he ever heard was beat it on down the line.

Well, it could be worse. Not much.

How long have you been his guardian?

Since he was 9 or 10.

But I've always taken care of Richie.

So, what can I do for you?

Um, I was hoping you would help me get Richie out of therapy.

Look, I know I'm just his brother, but I've been like a mother and a father to

him. And I know I can get overprotective, but... Why would you

Richie out of therapy now?

What Richie needs is normalcy. Well, normalcy...

Normalcy can be interpreted in a lot of different ways. Richie has practically

been raised by the state. The social workers, psychiatrists, forcing him into

this, um, psychoservitude.

He is the sweetest kid you'll ever meet, but he thinks of himself as

handicapped. It just isn't right.

Well, he's got legal problems.

Richie was sentenced by the court to mandatory treatment. Every kid gets into

trouble.

And that's why I need you to help get him out. You know, Dale, it...

It's hard to tell when someone's feeling pain.

But what I want you to know is... If Richie feels pain, then I feel pain.

Pretty much in tune with him.

I just wish you'd give us a chance.

Let me check out Richie's status.

And, uh... I'll give probation a call.

Oh, thanks.

Thanks, Dr. Kaplan. I really appreciate it.

You're welcome, Dale.

You either lift weights or work with your hands.

Yeah, um, I make furniture.

Really? Yeah, I made this desk for Bob to remind him of New York. You couldn't.

We called it the Chrysler desk.

Chrysler. Did you ever see his bed?

This is Bill Kappa.

It's around noon.

Your father sent me a check for the private sessions you were having with

Should I send the check back or do you want to continue?

Let me know, okay?

I think I want to continue.

Bitch!

I called you a bitch!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

stuck with me

fucking

bill great oh that's perfect

that's really perfect just like a cop you're never there when you need one

did i do now somebody put a rattlesnake in the mailbox hector

You scared the shit out of me outside.

Oh, I scared you, huh?

What the hell are you doing here?

I can use some assistance.

Some of your professional wisdom. I'm really flattered. You know, everyone in

the group has an alibi.

Except for Casey.

He says he was alone in his life.

Yeah?

What does that mean?

What do you make of Casey?

He's a good kid.

You're an asshole, Kyle.

Should we analyze that statement? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on. Who is

our man? Help me. I'll figure it out.

You know what I think? I think it was you. You got the look.

That's right.

I've been talking to people who knew you both.

Everyone says there was a weird competitive thing going between you.

Yeah, that's right, there was. I admit it.

It was on the way up and I was on the way down.

Including flat. It unhinged you. I bet you've seen every episode of Columbo,

huh?

Who is it?

Hi, it's me, Rose, the old fender bender.

That's a very young girl to be going around fending benders.

Here she comes.

Weightless.

Hanging from the sky.

Wearing a short dress of indeterminate color.

It's red.

Listen to me.

Maybe I should see a shrink.

I can recommend something.

I feel better already.

God, I missed you. This time, you won't.

Ugh.

I'd like your food, but I think it's to the left.

But if you don't like this, I have something else for you.

Okay.

I think it's ready.

Miracle. I found it.

Here he is. Richie Dexter.

Fledal guardian Dale Dexter. That's his brother.

Kids were put under care, let's see, about six years ago.

Does it say why?

Abandonment. Abuse.

The children were assigned to a... Dr.

Needlemire in Pasadena.

Child psychiatrist.

Richie was 12.

No cost to parents.

Looks like the doctor retired a couple years after that. Then we lost track of

the kids until recently.

What do you mean, lost track of them? Like on a radar, one minute, a blip, no

blip. Hey, look, this is the lost souls memorial wing.

Children of L .A. County in the 90s. 250 ,000 cases in here. And there's two

more down the hall.

Nobody's making your ex -husband.

That's for sure. That's for sure.

Okay, okay, okay. Here it is.

Oh, Sandra, it is so beautiful. I know, it's incredible.

And the man who was staying with you in the shop was so funny.

Don't you wait. I think I should have got it in green or something.

Oh, lush.

What do you think?

Thank you. You sure?

Oh, yeah.

Come sit here.

My heart is so tight.

Thank you.

I need to find a new husband.

I need some more money.

Oh, man.

I need some more earrings anyway.

Yes, I've got them.

Oh, sweet.

Oh, my God, I love these. Aren't they pretty?

They're so gorgeous, yes.

Try your son.

What now?

I feel embarrassed.

Why?

The way you're looking at me.

Sandra, I... Do men look at you like that?

No.

Yes.

It's different.

You know, Sandra...

And doesn't have to be any different at all.

Hello?

Oh, hi.

Okay.

My trainer's coming at 2 .30, but that's... Yeah, you are?

You are?

Okay, okay.

I'll see you in a minute.

Bye.

Who's that?

That's my husband.

He's coming to visit me.

What? Oh, my God.

Sandra, thanks. Oh, thanks a lot. What's the matter? Nothing.

You don't know.

I thought we were just going to have a nice afternoon together, maybe have

dinner. Oh, yeah. Oh, don't worry. Don't be upset.

You can stay here.

Really. You just don't understand, do you? I don't. Nobody appreciates you the

way that I do.

You just use you and you don't even see it.

Hi, Sandra.

Someone just let me in. I didn't just walk in on my own. Oh, no, I didn't.

That was my, um... That was my girlfriend, Bonnie. Bonnie? Yeah.

Please, come in. Thank you very much.

Thank you.

This is a really lovely place you have here. Thank you.

What did you come here for?

Well, I feel like I have so much...

So much catching up to do with all of you. And I know that you're very close

with Richie, and I was wondering if you could tell me anything that might help

me understand him a little better.

Richie's my little baby.

His brother Dale thinks that your little baby should be taken out of therapy.

That's insane.

I think it's a mistake, too.

That Dale is a dangerous bastard.

But he obviously seems to care for Richie a great deal.

There's a big gap in Richie's life up until about a year ago.

Did he ever mention a Dr. Needlemire to you?

I don't have much to tell.

Richie's okay.

He's sweet.

Did you know that he was molested as a child?

No, I didn't know that.

It's sticking out all over.

It's fashionable.

I mean, it pays well.

At least, you know, you can write a book, go on Oprah.

That was quite a show. You gave us some group.

You think Richie has a violent streak?

Oh.

That's a bit.

Richie did not kill Bob Moore.

You know, it's really swell.

Snooping around here.

Sniffing for blood.

On other people's hands?

While pretending to help your patients?

You really think that I don't care about Richie? Richie wouldn't hurt a fly.

Why don't you take a look at someone dangerous?

Why don't you take a look at someone who could do it? Why don't you take a look

at Clark?

Clark?

Clark! Clark!

Clark is a sneaky, lying, buttoned -down son of a bitch who pretends to be this

gentle creature.

I heard him screaming one night at Bob.

Made the hairs on my neck stand up.

Anyway, I hope that they fry whoever

did it. And it takes a really long time.

And then, then a fuse blows.

And they've done it all over again.

Wow, it's my trainer.

I gotta go.

I gotta get the door.

My trainer, Chris.

Hey.

I don't feel like lifting weights today.

Let's do something else.

extra shop here.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Did you go to the house?

Yeah.

Nobody was home.

I would have phoned a... I would have phoned ahead, but... I don't have your

phone number in our file.

No problem.

So, uh... Make up your mind?

After Dr. Needlemire, did Richie get another psychiatrist?

No.

No, we moved.

Richie went to school.

Everything was fine.

That's the problem, Dale.

I look at Richie and I don't see that everything is fine.

I see a kid that's on the brink.

A person gets a bullet in the head.

Sometimes they just leave it there because to fuck around in the brain is

to paralyze the person.

It's Richie. What's the bullet?

Whatever it was, I got him away. You want to talk about that?

No.

I want you to stop trying to tear off the scabs. Let the demons rest. You dig

around in Richie's head, he's going to blow up in your face.

You think he's violent?

Not with me.

I think you're making a mistake here.

This is not the time to take Richie out of therapy. If you don't like me, let's

get him someone else.

Christ.

One of you is the same as another.

Mrs. Needlemire?

Yes? Hi, I'm Bill Capa.

I'm a doctor.

I tracked you down through the Psychiatric Institute.

How very enterprising of you.

Actually, I was wondering if I could speak to Dr. Needlemire. My husband died

last year.

If it makes you feel better, he suffered a lot.

Well, anyway, it made me feel better.

I'm treating a young man that was a patient of Dr. Needlemire's when he was

child. His name is Richie Dexter. Why don't you leave me alone?

You get out of here before I call the police!

Mistaken. Last week there were 59 books on the shelf, and this week there are

only 58 books on the shelf.

Clark, what's the ashtray situation?

Three.

Not four as recommended. There are three chairs and five assorted sofas. Okay,

an emotional guitar, baby.

Today I'd like to focus on a most enlightening and challenging topic.

Sex. More or less.

You see, the primary romantic relationship in our life is often a

illness. I'm glad I wore my rubber pants. We keep making the same neurotic

choices over and over every time we choose a new mate.

So, if you had a magic wand, if you had a wish list and could

change your partner, Sondra, how would you make them different?

What's wrong? I'm missing you.

Now? You need a minute to think about it? She's totally forgot her Rolodex.

Well, I don't have an attachment in my life right now. The last one sort of

to pieces.

If you enjoy sex, a man thinks you're doing it with everybody.

He was jealous.

That's right.

And I was as good as gold.

Well, there's a good chance that he was the one that was sleeping around and

projecting his fantasies and desires onto you. The guy had a major projection

and he couldn't keep it in his pants.

Anyway, I do have this girlfriend.

She really makes me laugh.

A wish list. I wish she was a guy.

Fair enough.

Casey, what do you got for us?

Wow.

I met this girl about a month ago.

I've painted every inch of her in detail.

She's the best model I've ever seen. Completely uninhibited. Does whatever I

ask. I bet she does.

That's right, Buck.

See, but this is where the problem comes in.

It's what you see beneath the skin when you study somebody endlessly the way an

artist does.

I see a transcendental beauty there.

Beyond anything I could ever, ever imagine.

How does this woman feel about you?

She thinks I'm the living end because I got talent. But I mean, what's talent?

Kick a garbage can, starving artists crawl out, right?

But there's only one unique her.

And I think it's love.

And I don't know what to do

about that.

Do you think she loves you?

Do you care, Casey?

No.

He's a romantic. He loves the suffering.

Maybe being who I am, I have no choice.

Very good, Casey.

Good stuff.

Buck, what do you got?

Nothing to talk about, not compared to that.

It's not a contest.

Hey, yard sale, you want to share the ashtray?

Thanks a lot.

I get it.

You want to share something, share the ashtray.

I got something in my life, something new. You know, she's young.

Orban hair.

5 '5", 105.

Pretty as hell. I used to see her on weekends.

I don't think she'd sleep with a man unless she was married to him.

Anything else you'd like to tell us?

She doesn't mind the gray, you know.

She's fragile.

You know?

It's like she's running through my fingers.

Two people I loved died.

I never thought that I could feel anything.

Good, Buck.

Richie.

How about you?

I don't have really relationships.

I have my brother.

Okay. You want to talk about him?

He worries a lot about me.

And he loves me.

But I wish he didn't love me so much

sometimes. I wish I... I had more of a life.

And I know that everyone here thinks that I'm gay.

But I'm not.

And I don't want to be.

What would you like to be?

I'd like to be a woman.

Have you seen a doctor?

Yeah. So the next step is to talk. Thank you, Buck.

Anything else you'd like to tell us, Richie?

No.

Very good.

Hi, Clark.

What would you change about your partner?

Um, I think I'll pass today.

Excuse me.

You think you're going to pass today?

Don't you think that's kind of a betrayal to the rest of the group?

I mean, we're all sitting here sharing our most intimate thoughts, and you're

just going to pass today?

Well, Sandra, I have my little problems, but I don't... Your little problems?

See how it's your business to decide what I'm going to share in group and

Ah, I see.

You're smiling.

Is that a smile?

You think this is funny?

Look at your hair.

Who do you think you are?

Huh? You think you're God's gift to women?

Let me tell you something.

You are nothing.

Nothing but a shallow, rigid, self -protective, anal coward.

And I'll tell you what your little fucking... Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

promiscuous cunt!

And if you must know, I do have somebody in my life.

Black... That emotional, whole, unattractive me!

You could say that again.

Fuck you!

Fuck all of you! Is this what you call treatment failure?

Well, not total loss.

Left without counting everything.

Pretty soon the relevant numbers weren't enough. I had to know all the

irrelevant numbers, like the numbers of... pages in each deposition.

So you were fired? Yes, in effect.

That's a compulsive medical leave.

Just please, please don't come back.

I do apologize for my outburst in group.

You're screwing Sandra.

Aren't you?

I'm very fond of Sandra.

More than that, perhaps.

Sandra is... a very warm -hearted woman.

But... tissues, pantyhose,

CDs put back in the rack without cases, frying pans with coagulating grease...

Cotton balls.

Cotton balls. I mean, my God, the cotton balls that woman used.

Unspeakable items of underwear left hanging in the shower.

Chewed gum in the ashtrays.

I made a list. There were 22 items I couldn't take.

It must be difficult to find someone to measure up to your keen sense of order.

I found someone.

This woman thinks I'm messy.

It's perfect. She comes, she goes.

I don't even know she's been except for the faint smell of perfume.

Nice. And what does Sondra think of this woman?

Have a look at this.

Sondra tried to do this to my clothes while I was wearing them.

Butcher knife in hand screaming.

Next day she came back.

Did this to my friend's dress. I'm terrified to go near the woman.

Hello?

Hello, this is Bill Kappa.

Does your mommy know you escaped from the straitjacket?

that car wedged right through railroad tracks.

Crash, man.

Spooky feeling.

Like mainlining adrenaline, huh? The rush is really something, huh? See, you

might kind of die.

You want to hear what I found out about your famous Monday group?

Yeah, sure.

Could stand a little more pain.

Well, Clark's wife divorced him after he put her in intensive care.

What'd she do?

Spill some wine on the rug.

And Sandra, she stabbed her father with a knife.

And a fork. She must have been having dinner.

One of her husbands died of unnatural causes.

Probably loss of body fluids.

That kid, Richie.

That Richie's been busted for drugs.

And Casey hates his father so much, he set the house on fire.

So what do you think of that? I think it's good.

They should learn to assert themselves.

Caught me in a bad time get in out of the rain

Have a seat

Was it raining like this that night?

Yeah.

We were driving.

Me, my wife, my daughter, this guy comes out waving.

Stop.

Oh, slow down.

My wife said, no, not here, Buck. It's a bad neighborhood.

Besides, the baby's asleep in the back.

I said bad neighborhood, nothing.

So I stopped.

I never even made it to the other car.

I could hear the shots being fired, but my eyes wouldn't open. I... Oh, man.

The rain brought me around. It's heavy, heavy rain. And I'm on the sidewalk, and

I crawl over and pull my way up, and... There are

two lateral shots to the head for my wife.

And a single shot through the heart for my daughter.

Oh, Jesus, God.

Oh, Jesus.

They got, uh... They got $31.

The rain nails me every time.

You ever find out who did it?

No.

I think it was some kind of payback for something.

But it's a long story.

Officer Anderson, what can I do for you?

It's Dr.

Bill Kappa. Remember me?

Oh, yeah, yeah. The Bob Moore murder case. I need to talk to you. I hope

on early rise. I get off at six.

Okay.

Busy day?

I'll get you some.

No?

Oh!

I forgot about that.

How did you get in here?

Last time I was here, I stole the key.

What about the alarm?

Oh, I never thought about that. It didn't go off?

No.

Um, did I make a mistake?

You have someone in the car?

No, goddammit, there isn't someone in the car!

People are getting killed around here!

You're walking around like it's goddamn Disneyland! What if something were to

happen to you?

Just the... I thought that it would be a nice surprise.

Maybe they don't look too happy to see me.

I'll never take a risk like that again.

Why don't you take the biggest risk of all and give me your phone number?

Christ, Kappa.

I can't have people tying up the phone lines. I'm trying to run a business

General Patton comes out of the platoon.

Oh, he's in the swamp. Oh, he's in the deep abyss.

And now, oh, he's having a problem. He's up in the Swiss Alps, ladies and

gentlemen. Fire one.

Fire, oh.

Victor, oh, our tank fleet is crippled. Yeah?

It's going away.

It's a submarine fleet, darling. Hey, hey, hey, hey, please, please.

I gotta get some sleep.

Oh, you chicken.

I gotta be up. I gotta be up at 6 o 'clock in the morning.

Nobody told me Buck was one of your patients.

Nobody like Martinez?

Right.

That's the same nobody who didn't tell me Buck was a cop.

Fucking Martinez, that's a can of worms you don't want to mess with.

What about Buck?

Look, you gotta promise if I tell you what I know about the shit that stays

between me and you, you never heard it from me, okay?

Sure, Angela.

Why? Why?

Because cops are vindictive sons of bitches, right, Alex?

Fucking asshole.

I don't want to spend the rest of my career getting pissed on from above,

Okay. Martinez was nailing Buck's wife.

Oh, shit.

Yeah. Both these guys were in narcotics, and those cats usually stick together

like shit on a shirt, so who knows how long it's been going on.

Anyway, one day it came out, and the station had this big fight in front of

everybody.

Two days later, Buck's wife gets blown away.

Jesus Christ. Was there an investigation?

Of course there was an investigation.

Martinez was a suspect. Buck was a suspect.

I mean, nobody figured Buck was forgiving her.

For a while, half the station was a suspect.

What do you think? I think Buck and Martinez had a lot of enemies on the

This was just payback for both of them.

What the hell are you doing here?

Hello?

Listen, Casey, you sounded a little upset. Just hang in there, okay?

Let me get this, huh? I'll be by this morning.

No?

So I'll see you in 30.

Well, you think you can do it in 30?

You girls want to go dancing?

Yeah, we're going to a party.

I'll try to hug.

Why?

It's wonderful.

Sandra, I'm a jinx.

No.

We can cancel each other out.

No.

I know who you think I am.

Oh, God, I'm in love with somebody.

And it's all falling apart.

I'm sorry. Look, this guy isn't falling apart.

Who is it?

I'm back.

Here she comes.

Wearing a backpack on her back, making her look even younger than she is. She

falls into his arms.

I'm so glad that you're here.

I didn't know if you'd be in.

I don't have to be anywhere until this evening.

Yeah.

What color are my nipples?

Much better than normal.

It's just driving me crazy, that's all.

I mean, I don't really know you.

Who you are, what you do.

If you're safe, when you're coming by, you have all the power.

I just sit around here and wait for you.

You do?

Yeah. I mean, other things happen, but in the what -I -wait -for department,

You're right. Oh.

Bob's wife.

My ex -wife.

Pretty. Pretty fucked up.

I forget that he's dead.

You look so young here.

God, how long ago were these... Ten years ago.

Do you have any more reasons?

Maybe.

Hold on.

I don't know why he kept this hidden back here, except maybe because it had a

picture of his wife naked, which leads me to believe that the relationship

wasn't as dead as they were pretending.

I don't know who these people are.

No, it's more, but I don't want to see any more.

Let's go outside.

Let's pretend it's Sunday.

Yeah?

Do you want to?

One of my patients was killed last night.

He was murdered.

What?

The painting.

Were you there?

A little bit after.

What did you see?

You don't want to know.

About a half hour before group.

Get a shower.

It'll be okay out here.

Rose?

ASB 185 to ASB 185.

45. And that will remain 45. And every single time you count it, it will be 45,

no matter what. And then this is 5, and that makes 59.

Now, that's odd. That's really odd.

Now there's 59 again.

What? Well, last week, there were 58 books on the bookshelf where there is

always, and I mean always, 59 books. And this week, there are 59 again. So I

don't...

Which one, Sandra?

I didn't read any of it.

Really. I felt so bad when I got it home. Which one, Sandra?

The Van Gogh. But I didn't read any of it. Honestly, I promise.

I was right about the threats from the Monday group. This cycle of pain.

Yesterday's victim becomes tomorrow's monster.

Today's the day.

Hi,

Bill.

Hi, Buck.

Casey, uh, is not going to be joining us tonight, so I think we should get

started. That's typical.

Buck, are you all right?

It's none of your fucking business.

You know, I can't stand this arguing.

Really. I'd like to start, if I may.

Oh. I would like to apologize to the group and Sandra.

Everything that you said last week in group was right, and that's why I lost

temper. Um, the young lady that I mentioned last week, that relationship

has been terminated.

No reason and no hope. She just... Just called, told me, and

that's it.

The sociopath, lacking the restraints that hold a normal character together,

become anything.

Amorality frees her to be universally perfect.

Charming chameleon with a scorpion's tail.

Do any of you recognize this woman?

My girlfriend, Bonnie.

Wait a minute.

It's your Bonnie.

This is your Bonnie.

Yeah. Yeah.

The one you've been boring the living shit out of us with.

This is the one that's saving you from yourself.

Your shopping mall hag. Shut up. The one that makes you smile. Shut up. The one

that you wish was a man.

What are you getting at, Buck?

That Bonnie.

Is that it? That's right. That's it. That's right. Sandra.

This is my body.

You're lying. You're lying.

You're lying. You're lying.

I don't believe you.

Let me see that.

Well, yes, of course.

This is the woman that I've been talking about. This is my body.

God damn it, Buck, don't do that. Do not do that.

Why are you lying to me? Like an emotional child.

How are you making up? I am nobody's making up.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Quit. You're crippling the picture up. I want you to

stop your little rat.

You calm down and you...

Of God, could all of you be going out with the same woman and not know, not

a clue?

Including you, Mr. Psycho Fucking Analyst.

Not to mention Bob Moore, who probably took this amazing picture himself in

front of his expensive painting.

I'm going to call the Guinness Book of World Records because I think this woman

deserves credit.

And I want to make sure that all of your names are included so you can all share

in the glory.

Well, you should know something about sharing, huh, Hector?

I mean, you and Buck must have shared some very tender moments discussing his

wife.

Huh?

Why didn't you tell me the truth?

What truth is that? Why didn't you tell me Buck was a cop?

Not to mention a suspect in a murder case.

Not to mention you, God damn it.

Because I'm not your patient.

I don't have to tell you shit. That's right. You don't have to tell me shit.

Don't fucking tell me anything.

Well,

I want somebody to tell me some fucking truth.

What fucking thing? Can you do that? I know you can't. You sack of shit back

here can't fucking do it. Listen, after my wife died, I wanted to slaughter this

couple.

But I realized we both loved her. It became a sort of a bond between us.

Isn't that right, Hector?

Isn't it?

Hector, Jesus, God, I never got the chance to forgive her.

So I forgave him instead.

All right.

So much for the famous fucking Monday group.

Now we have a suspect with a tattoo in her ass and no address.

Now the cops need your help.

What about the car?

Anybody around here wrote down the license plates numbers?

Huh?

Hey,

welcome back to L .A., Miss Brown.

Dr.

Ashland from New York with the psychiatric convention.

Dr. Ashland in the health club.

I don't think she is a sociopath.

Well, then how about something simple and snappy like a multiple personality

disorder?

You've fallen into a trap.

You are not well.

She is not well.

And to you, it feels like a bond.

She's acting this thing out as if it's the only way for her to have a life.

lives. You really want to go on seeing her, do you? Yes, I want to see her. In

non -professional sense.

Ever since.

I don't have your magical tuning fork. All I know is that two people

are dead, and she seems an excellent suspect.

Bill, Sarman swim upstream to mate and die.

And so do men.

Is that what I'm doing?

Anderson!

Hey, man, how you doing? I need your help with something.

Sitting in a restaurant last night, I'm looking out the window watching this

woman trying to back out of a space right in front of mine.

Beautiful woman?

Stunning. Anyway, next thing I know, busts out the headlight of my car.

Drives away, right? I don't even think she knew what she did.

Would you like to meet her?

All right, I'll do what I can do. You got the light?

I ought to shoot you. I came to make amends. So make him, loudmouth.

I just spoke to Bill Kappa.

This license plate might belong to our mystery lady.

Mrs. Needlemire!

Dr. Kappa again.

Leave me alone. Get away from here! I need your help, please! Why are you

torturing me like this? Mrs. Needlemire, please!

My best friend was killed. Get out of my house. He was stabbed with a knife 38

times in the chest.

Another patient was bled to death. I think that I might be next. Go away. I

don't have anywhere else to go, Mrs. Needlemire.

What are you hiding from me? Nothing. What is it? Why won't you tell me the

truth? Put that phone down. Put the phone down.

Please, put the phone down.

What kind of twisted creature are you? I've never done anything to you. My

patient, Richie, isn't dead. I hate God. I hate him if you just help me. No,

Richie, Dexter is dead.

He killed himself four years ago.

Why?

Because he couldn't stand what my husband was doing to him.

And himself with a belt.

He was 12.

I didn't know.

I mean, how could I know?

Nobody knew.

What about the family?

He survived by his brother, Dale.

Richie Dexter were alive today. He'd be 16 years old.

He also had a sister, Rose.

Jesus Christ.

What did he do to you?

What I deserved.

You should be here.

Get away from me.

I need her.

Get away from me, please.

You'll make it worse.

Worse, Dale?

Was this your idea?

To become Richie?

No. No.

It happened.

It just happened.

What? What happened, Rose? Please, I need to know.

When Richie died, Dale buried the body, and then he said, Richie, come here.

was Richie from then on.

What happened to Rose?

After a while, I forgot about Rose.

Then Richie got busted. And you had to come to group.

They were our world.

They were our family.

But then what?

Rose started coming back?

Christ. Jesus Christ.

I'm a sick bastard.

Oh, God.

Rose!

God, remove me. Rose, come back. Richie.

Richie, leave her alone. I'll never get to be out anymore.

that little put that toy down put it in the toolbox no got 45

caliber nails on this gun what are you doing here martinez aren't you glad i'm

here anderson snitched you out that's what happens when you try to outsmart a

cop let that be a psych lesson for the day

old needle mire do it to him oh i saved you knew what was happening i didn't

know because it happened to you before you goddamn shut up saved your little

brother but he killed himself shut up you failed dale shut the fuck and you

rose become richie oh you're smart you're

really smart bob moore was smart but i put a stop to that yeah he did

why'd you kill casey

Are you head shrinkers all alike, huh?

You can't keep your fucking hands off of us.

Uh -oh, he's, uh... Huh?

Why'd you do it, Dale?

Because... that little bitch Rose, she started sneaking out, playing like

Bonnie, modeling for him night after night. Christ, Bill.

He was looking right through her, gonna recognize Richie and group.

Well, I might have missed old Needlemire, but I sure as hell got Bob

And now I'm going to cut you into little pieces and sand the skin off.

The inspiration of madness, Bill.

Tyranny of normalcy, Bill.

Richie.

My name is... My name is Rose.

In the dark, bodies lost, but souls

apart.

is just