Dark Water Page #6

That's...

unbelievable.

What do my parents have to do with this?

That's my question exactly.

What's more relevant is that your husband

says you suffer from crippling migraines

and paranoid delusions.

He says he will submit school reports

that show your daughter

is beginning to share your fantasy life.

"Cecilia is now having trouble

distinguishing between

what is real and what is not."

It's a lie. It's a lie.

In child custody briefs, it's standard

to make these kinds of accusations.

Don't take it too seriously.

But I do need to know what, if anything,

in your husband's narrative

has some semblance, some shred of fact

that he might produce in court.

Well, I get migraines.

Yeah. That's true.

But they have never interfered

with my ability to do anything.

You can talk to my doctor about that. He will

tell you they have certainly never crippled me.

Um...

As for Ceci, I think

she's a little bit lonely right now.

Her father's abandoned her and she was

forced to move from her neighborhood.

So...

she's developed an imaginary friend.

But that's normal.

That's fine. But for future reference, when

you're talking to, for example, a judge,

I would stay away from phrases like,

"her father's abandoned her".

It's important, when the other side

is being so melodramatic,

- to sound like we're the sane ones.

- Right.

- That's all I am saying.

- OK.

- I'd like to notch that.

- Oh, yeah, man.

Hey, sweetheart.

- Mommy?

- Yeah.

- Look what Daddy gave me.

- Wow.

- That's great, You're so lucky.

- Listen, next Saturday's a problem.

Can we do Sunday and I will bring her

first thing in the morning

for school on Monday?

Yeah. Yeah, that's fine.

- Come on, honey. Say bye to Daddy.

- Bye, Daddy. Thanks for the Barbie.

- Did you do that ponytail by yourself?

- Yeah.

- It's a good one.

- Thanks.

- I like the collar.

- Thanks.

Honey, you know what,

I forgot to do something.

I am going to be right back.

Will you wait right here for me?

- Don't go anywhere, OK?

- OK.

Be right back.

Two...... one.

Ceci?

Ceci? Stay in the elevator.

I am bringing you down.

Ceci, can you hear me?

Bake me a cake as fast as you can.

Roll it, pat it and mark it with a B.

- No more pretending to play with Natasha.

- She won't let me.

Well, then you stop talking to her.

You tell her I said so.

You tell her your mommy said

you can't play with her any more.

OK, Mommy.

- Hello?

- Hi, Mr. Platzer.

I am sorry to call you late,

but I think my husband...

Mrs. Williams, it's Sunday night.

I can't talk.

Yeah, I know. I am sorry. I just need

to tell you this as soon as possible.

I think my husband

is trying to drive me crazy.

Either that or he's hoping

that I am going to act crazy.

- Hang on. Let me call you right back.

- OK.

You say neither of the Rimskys

are living there?

No, no one's there.

So Kyle's paying these kids.

I mean, he must be paying these kids

to mess around with the water

and the backpack. And the elevator.

I went into the elevator the other day

and the buttons were burned off.

Mrs. Williams, it's Sunday night

and I am at the movies with my family.

If I don't want to be handling

my own divorce, I got to get back. So...

I will call you tomorrow

and we will sort this out. All right?

Yeah. Absolutely.

Get down.

This time make sure

you put it in the garbage truck.

- Where did you...

- Those kids have been playing games,

moving it around the building.

And they were upstairs again so now

there's water all over my bedroom floor.

- They're running the water again?

- Mm-hm.

I thought you were going to

change the lock on 10F.

Murray didn't authorize it.

He has to send me a 112B form.

- Look, is the plumber here yet?

- No, no. It's only 8:15.

OK, look. I left a message for Mr. Murray.

I told him I need my problem fixed first.

So when the plumber gets here,

send him up to my apartment

or you and Murray

can both talk to my lawyer. OK?

Do you remember

what we talked about last night?

- Yes, Mommy.

- OK.

See you later, OK?

- Hello.

- Hi. Jeff Platzer here.

- Hi, Mr. Platzer.

- Listen, I did a little homework on Rimsky

and I think I turned up the missing mother

in a hospital in San Diego.

Why are you looking for her?

I figured the Rimskys might want to know

their apartment's being used by strangers.

Mrs. Williams, we're never going to prove

your husband's behind this harassment.

And trying to do that is just playing

his game. He wants you to look paranoid.

We got to deal with this straight,

as if it's all on the level.

So that's what we will do,

we will play it straight.

I am due in court, I will call you

when I get ahold of Mrs. Rimsky.

In the meantime, just sit tight.

- I will. Thanks so much.

- OK.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Abigail's making a storm, sweetheart.

- Done.

Done? You remember you have

to sign your name so you know whose it is.

You don't want me to take that home

and say I did it, do you?

I like that. Pirates?

Stop it.

Stop it, I told you, leave me alone.

- We have got rainbows...

- Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it.

You're going to get cleaned up

and when you're done

you're going to come back and sit with me

and we will read a story together.

Then maybe we will talk about your friend.

Go on.

Ceci.

Go away.

- Where is she?

- She passed out in the bathroom.

We don't know what happened.

There was water all over the place.

- We took her to the hospital.

- Hospital?

We just wanted to check her out.

It's school policy. We couldn't reach you.

I had an emergency at work,

I didn't get my messages for two hours.

We called her father

and he's going to meet her at the hospital.

- OK. Which hospital?

- It's the one right here on the island.

Kyle took her.

They released her and he took her.

- Did they say what was wrong?

- They said, you know, it's nothing serious.

She fainted but...

I am trying to find him. I called his home

number, I called his cell phone number,

I called his office number,

and he's avoiding me

so I need to know what to do.

Can I go to his apartment?

Mrs. Williams, I need you to calm down.

I need it, your daughter needs it.

Just calm down, OK?

I am sorry. I know you don't know me,

but you have to believe me.

I am not crazy, I am really not.

- I believe you, Mrs. Williams.

- I am really not.

Just go home. Your husband and your

daughter are probably waiting for you.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Ceci.

Ceci.

- No new messages.

- Oh, God.

- Hello?

- Hello? It's Jeff. Are they there?

- No.

- They're not there? No.

There is no message.

There's water everywhere.

Mrs. Williams, Mrs. Williams, calm down.

Calm down.

- She can't be here.

- What do you want me to do?

Oh, God.

I can't be her mother,

I don't know how to be myself.

Ceci.

I hate you.

Get away from me, you little b*tch.

I hate you.

F***.

I hate you. I hate you.

B*tch.

Sorry about this. I really had no idea.

I would have come down myself

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