The Deep End

[Door Buzzer Buzzing]

[Buzzing Continues]

I'm looking for Darby Reese.

Does he know you're coming?

No, he doesn't.

[Chuckles]

- [Door Closes]

- Dd[Techno]

Darby.

Someone's mom's

here to see you.

Yeah, all right.

All right, yeah.

Who'd you say you are?

Margaret Hall.

He'll be right down.

[Door Opens, Closes]

How 'bout this?

- Mother of Beau.

- Mr. Reese?

You're younger than I expected.

Please, sit.

I want you to stay away

from my son.

Does Beau know you're here?

- Dyl, where are your sneakers?

- Don't know.

Please find them, sweetheart.

You'll catch a cold.

Oh, Jack!

I'm sorry.

Margaret, where on earth

is that damned remote?

L-l-I don't know.

Um...

Oh, broken, isn't it?

Didn't Dylan step on it last night?

Oh, for the love of Pete.

Try the one in the study.

I think it'll work.

And where is Mr. Dylan?

He's in the driveway.

[Sighs]

Dylan!

- Sweetheart, do you know

where your brother is?

- Um, in the driveway.

- I mean Beau.

- Oh.

He took off in the boat.

Mad about something. I don't know.

[Geese Honking]

[Police Radio, Indistinct]

[Door Opens]

Been gone a while, kiddo.

I went to Reno today.

I know. He called.

I'm goin'upstairs.

- May I come in?

- Dd[Trumpet]

May I come in?

- I need to talk to you.

- You need to talk to everybody lately.

- Please, don't be glib.

- Like I told you, he's my friend.

- That's all.

- Well, he may not be the friend

you think he is.

He's just a guy, all right?

It's just a place.

You have got to talk to me

about the drinking.

I shouldn't have been driving.

I'm sorry.

You shouldn't have been drinking

or visiting nightclubs.

- Are we through?

- No.

You could've been killed

in that accident.

I know you're

having difficulty.

- If you're having feelings...

- I don't know what it is...

you think I feel, but you're blowing

this whole thing out of proportion.

He offered to stay away

from you.

- What?

- For money.

He said if I paid him,

he'd stay away.

Five thousand dollars.

- I don't believe you.

- I'm sorry. It's true.

- He said you'd tell me things.

- Oh, Beau, stop.

- Would I lie to you?

- [Telephone Ringing]

Was Darby with you

Friday night?

- Just let it go.

- [Ringing Continues]

I don't want you

seeing him anymore.

Do we have to

talk about this now?

I don't want you

going into Reno.

We can put the music lessons

on hold for a while.

[Jack]

Margaret? It's Tom.

Yes.

Tom, it's Margaret.

It's good to hear you too.

Everything's fine.

We're all fine. What?

I can't hear you.

Yeah, Dylan's helping me.

He's making X's on the calendar.

Don't you disappoint him.

Beau...

Well, hold on a sec.

He's right here.

Hi.

I'm fine.

Yeah, same stuff.

Yeah, school, water polo,

you know.

No, no.

No answers yet.

No, Wesleyan

lost my transcripts.

Yeah.

I'm not playing as much as I'd like,

but I'm enjoying the classes.

No, the drive's been fine.

Yeah, I miss you too.

[Keyboard Keys Clacking]

[Keyboard Keys Clacking]

[Clattering]

[Clattering Continues]

- [Gravel Hitting Glass]

- [Window Opening]

Are you crazy?

That's my mother's room!

- It's me.

- Yeah, I can see that.

- What do you say?

You wanna have some fun?

- No!

- Just go away.

You're gonna wake everyone up.

- Come on!

Shh! Just go away.

Someone's gonna see you.

Hey, I came all the way

from Reno.

- Come on.

- All right.

Quiet.

Just be quiet.

I'll be right down.

Don't move.

You make a sound,

I'm gonna drown you in the lake.

Come on.

Whatever you say, lover.

[Darby]

Light a match or something.

Ah. Much better.

- I'm sorry about my mother.

- [Chuckles]

I thought I was your little secret.

Imagine my surprise.

No, she knew I was at the club

Friday night. All right? That's all.

- She doesn't really know...

- She knows. Believe me.

- Why-Why are you saying that?

- Beau-Beau.

She's a mother, not a moron.

Shut up.

She was bound to find out sooner or

later. That's the way these things work.

Look, I just don't want you

talking to her anymore, okay?

- Or to anyone else, for that matter.

- All right.

- No, no one. I'm serious.

It's my business.

- All right.

- If I choose to tell...

- Whatever you want, precious.

What did you

talk to her about?

- What did you say to her?

- Nothing.

Well, not much.

You gotta relax, beauty.

Why? What'd she tell you?

Did she ask you

to stay away from me?

- I believe she did.

- And?

And l...

All right, l...

I told her

I might be amenable...

to a little... negotiation.

Friendly to an offer.

Beau?

To stop seeing me?

- Of course I was lying. You know that.

- I know what?

That you tried to steal money

from my mother?

- It's only money.

Don't take it so personally.

- Get off me.

- Look, I need money.

Haven't you noticed...

- Get off me. Get off me.

- I tend to overindulge?

- I said, don't touch me!

That hurt, you little f***.

Hey, come on.

Come on.

Look, I'm sorry, all right?

- I'm sorry. Beau...

- Get off my arm.

[Laughing]Jesus, Beau,

you're not being a very good host.

Get out.

Get out of here.

Easy, tiger.

- Get the f*** outta here.

- [Laughing] That hurt.

Hey, Beau. Beau.

Beau, come on. Come on.

Beau... Beau.

Jesus, Beau.

[Wood Snapping]

Beau, what...

Sweetheart, what happened?

Beau?

I thought I was

the only one up.

[Door Slams Shut]

[Spitting]

- You're sure I shouldn't go?

- Yes. I'll be right back.

- Problem?

- No, just the wind.

- Did I, uh, hear Beau earlier?

- No, I don't think so.

Why don't you get to bed?

It's late.

[Door Closes]

Margaret, is that you?

- You're up early.

- Trouble sleeping.

- Going for a swim?

- Too cold.

Just a walk.

Maybe I'll run a little.

[Sobbing]

[Horn Honking]

Where have you been?

I lost my mitt. I can't find it.

- It's around. We'll find it.

- Were you out on the boat?

- Is Paige ready to go?

- You've been AWOL quite a while, Maggie.

- Did you enjoy the walk?

- Did you look under your bed?

- Why were you out in the boat?

- Go look under your bed.

Paige, the Lloyds are here!

[Car Horn Honking]

- Is Beau up?

- Beau? No, I haven't seen him.

So, you took a spin

on the lake?

Paige, slow down, please.

- Hey, hey, gangplank.

- Honey, the Lloyds are waiting.

- [Door Closes]

- [Paige] Where were you all morning?

- Mom, I can't find it.

- [Footsteps Ascending Stairs]

Dylan, please,

it's time to go, now.

You'll just have to borrow from one

of the other boys. It won't be so bad.

- You can't just borrow

another kid's mitt.

- Of course you can.

Who's gonna let me

borrow their mitt?

- Dad told me...

- You'll work it out, Dyl.

People like to share. Go on.

- Running late?

- Yeah. Sorry. Lost track of the time.

Do you mind picking up? I have a

tennis thing I can't get out of.

- Well, if you can't, then...

- No, I'll manage.

- It's not a problem.

- Okay, great. Bye-bye.

[Gasping, Coughing]

[Car Alarm Chirps]

- [Engine Starts]

- Dd[Techno On Radio]

[Shuts Radio Off]

- What happened last night?

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