The Deep End Page #2

- Wesleyan wants another music sample.

I'm being considered

for a grant.

I need $50

for the session.

All right.

So, what happened last night?

Can you give me a ride?

'Cause I'm late for water polo already.

Beau.

Look, what do you

want me to say?

That you were right?

Fine, you were right, okay?

I just want to know

what happened.

- Look, I'm already late.

- You're bruised and scraped.

- Something happened,

and you've got to tell me...

- Oh!

There you are.

I thought we were gonna

take that skiff out for a spin.

I just got back.

Beau needs a ride to school.

- Will you be all right

for a little while?

- I was out on the dock.

I couldn't see you there.

Found this, anyway, on the beach

in the sand, plain as day.

I'm surprised you didn't see it

this morning, Margaret, on your walk.

No, no, I didn't.

What happened to your face?

You're-You're not gonna

say anything...

t-to Dad, you know,

about-about last night?

No.

All right.

I'll find a ride back. Bye.

[Coughing]

[Car Horn Honking]

[Paige] I think that boy ballerinas

just don't look right.

They look so funny.

- I perfectly agree with you. You know,

- [Siren Wailing]

He put on his tights

the wrong way.

I think...

I think he's very funny.

- I don't know.

- Hey!

Are you sure

you're not getting a crush?

Oh, yeah?

Hey, look.

What's going on?

Did somebody drown?

Something like that, kid.

Keep moving.

Yes, I'm trying to get through

to Captain Thomas Hall.

The U.S.S. Constellation.

His wife, Margaret.

Please don't put me

on hold again.

- [Horn Blaring]

- I need to speak to him today.

Right now.

Yes, I realize they left port.

I told you, I'm his wife.

Well, no, it's not exactly

an emergency.

His wife, Margaret.

All right.

No, no message.

Thank you.

[Beau]

He's dead.

Darby's dead.

He was killed Monday night.

- The night he was here.

It's in the paper. Look.

- Beau...

Did he know

other people in Tahoe?

How should I know?

He knew everybody.

The police are saying...

They're saying

someone murdered him.

Did anybody else know

he was coming?

Did anybody know

you were friends?

Does it matter?

Mom, he's dead.

I don't know. Do you think the police

will want to speak with you?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Must be a real relief to you, though,

huh? I mean, him being dead and all.

- Oh, Beau, please. No.

- That's gotta have some appeal.

- I mean, can't bother you,

can't bother me.

- Stop it, for Christ's sake!

You know, you were right, Mom. He was

a loser. Now, it's just in the paper.

Mom? Oh.

There's some man downstairs. He wanted

to talk to Dad, but I told him that...

- Who'd he say he is?

- He didn't.

All right, I'm coming.

- Can I help you?

- Yeah.

- I came to see Tom Hall.

- He isn't in.

I can wait.

I told that to the girl.

I'm his wife.

- When will he be back?

- He won't be.

Not today.

What exactly is it you want?

I came to talk

about Darby Reese...

and your son.

[Beeping, Whirring]

- [Margaret] Dylan?

- What, Mom?

- I need you to play somewhere else.

- What?

I need to speak

with this man.

- Promise you won't touch the computer?

- Yes, I promise.

I think you know

Darby Reese.

So, uh,

you must know he's dead.

Murdered.

Your son's been spending

a lot of time with Mr. Reese.

- Like, special time. Sort of intimate.

- [Door Opens]

I forgot my fish book.

Dyl? Dyl?

No more interruptions.

- You understand? Okay.

- Mm-hmm. Sorry.

We know Darby was coming here

Monday night to see Beau,

the night he was killed.

- "We"?

- Yeah, I have a partner.

- A partner?

- Yes.

- Well, Beau's done nothing wrong.

I said, he's done nothing wrong.

- Maybe.

So why haven't you gone

to the police?

- Why don't they know that

your son and Darby were...

- Is there a point to this?

We think your son is mixed up

in a murder. That's the point.

- I think you should go now.

- Have you been listening to me?

No, l-I really...

I think you should go.

Will you just shut up?

What... What's wrong with you?

You think this is a game?

That I've come to chat?

To offer advice? What... to warn you?

Does it work,

your video machine?

- Put this in.

- L-l...

I said,

put it in the machine!

It belonged to Darby.

He owed us money.

We thought it worthless,

but not now.

Now it has value.

Now we are sure

it has value.

- So, play it.

- It's playing.

[Moaning]

Like movies?

- Please shut it off. Please.

- Forty minutes...

of budding sexuality.

$50,000 by tomorrow,

or there'll be a copy

with the Tahoe police.

Where do you expect me to get

$50,000 in 24 hours?

- That's not our problem.

- And how do I know that's the only copy?

You don't.

That's the position you're in.

Come up with the money,

you'll own the tape.

You don't want the police...

involved any more than they are now.

Margaret?

For the love of God, you gotta talk

to those cleaners about these stains.

Oh, sorry.

I didn't realize...

- Jack Hall.

- Alek Spera.

Jack, Mr. Spera...

has, uh... he's helped Tom

with some things.

Spera?

From the air station?

Please don't come back here.

I'll meet you in town, anywhere,

- just not here, not around my family.

- All right.

- The post office?

- Yes, okay, that's fine.

Okay. Tomorrow, 5:00.

And remember, Mrs. Hall,

$50,000.

I have the kids.

Okay, 4:
00.

[Beau]

Mom?

I'm not going to practice today.

I just can't.

Can you call the school...

and let them know?

L- I don't wanna talk to anyone.

Not now.

Well, my-my husband is,

as I explained to you,

he's in the navy,

he's on a boat.

He's somewhere in the middle

of the North Atlantic.

It's just not possible for me to,

uh, to get a signature from him.

I mean, what can I say?

Well, you cosigned

the mortgage,

so you and your husband will both

have to sign on any future encumbrance.

Now, if it isn't possible to reach

your husband by fax, perhaps we can...

I need the money tomorrow.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

[Dylan, Beau Chattering]

[Water Splashing]

- Here you go, bud.

- Thank you, Beau.

You're the best.

[Margaret]

Yes. I'm sorry. No, of course

I'm talking about a current balance.

No, no, 3-0-1-5-5.

Account number 4-8-7-4-3-9...

No, I'm trying to determine

my credit limit.

The available credit, please.

No, no, 3-3-0-1-5-5...

Jack, I didn't know you... Can you

hold on a minute? Your laundry, Jack.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, these damn tweezers.

- I thought I might have

my lunch early today.

- All right, I'll bring it up.

Well, can we do it

on the phone as an advance?

All right, good-bye.

- I'm sorry.

- You okay, Beau?

- Can we start it again?

- Relax, kiddo. They're gonna love ya.

[Paige Chuckling]

- Oh, my God. It's so ugly.

- [Horn Honking]

[Margaret] No, I have to

have it immediately. Today.

1- 9-7-7-3-4...

- [Margaret's Voice Overlapping]

- I just wanna know how quickly

we can have the cash.

H- A-L-L.

I'll hold.

Yes? Hall.

No, the cash, not credit.

Please don't transfer me. Please.

I'm not interested in

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