The Deep End Page #3

a personal limit.

Lonergan. Mary Lonergan.

Can you say that again?

Thank you.

Hall. H-A-double-L.

No, I have to have it

immediately.

Mine?

November 5, 1960.

- Margaret.

- I can't reach him.

- Account number 6-0-1-1...

- 3-1-6-3.

- Yes, that means

I can't get his signature.

- 0-0-9-7...

My mailing address is...

7087 Lakeshore,

Tahoe City, California,

96145.

[Margaret]

No, don't bother calling back.

Because we won't need it

at Christmas.

Thank you.

Jack? Leave that for Beau.

He'll be home soon.

Oh, don't be silly.

It's just a bottle of water.

- Well, thanks.

- It's good for the back.

- [Panting] Ooh, I think.

- Jack,

can I talk with you

about something?

Surely.

I have a problem.

I need some money.

- Oh?

- I know this is awkward.

Don't be silly.

How much?

- Uh, no, that isn't...

- Well?

The thing is...

Well, come on, Maggie. Spit it out.

My back's tightening up.

The thing is,

I'm not really sure.

- Why don't I go

and check my purse again?

- Here.

Take...

Take 80.

And if you need any more,

let me know.

[Chuckling]

All right, Jack.

[Panting]

This is the last one.

Jack, I really don't think

you should...

- Jack? Jack!

- Margaret...

Jack?

Jack? Jack?

- Can you hear me, Jack?

- [Doorbell Rings]

[Continues Ringing]

Wanna see my mom again?

Yeah, I do.

You could come in.

Mom!

[Margaret Panting]

... two, three, four.

[Blowing]

Dylan, call 9-1-1.

Go. Tell them

we need an ambulance.

Two, three, four, five.

- Jack?

- Use more strength.

- Press harder.

- Do you know how to do this?

Can you do this?

Tilt his head back.

One breath when I hit five.

One, two, three, four, five.

One, two, three, four, five.

- One, two, three, four, five.

- Mommy, they said they're

coming in five minutes.

- One, two, three,

- Dylan, I need your help.

- Four, five.

- Can you go upstairs

and get me a pillow?

- Dylan, please?

- Five! Go!

One, two, three, four, five.

One, two, three, four, five.

- Jack? Jack?

- [Wheezing]

Jack, can you hear me?

Jack?

[Wheezing, Moaning]

- Oh, Margaret. Oh...

- Just lie still.

Everything's fine.

[Footsteps Descending Stairs]

- Everything's fine.

- [Dylan] Mom?

- It's okay, Dyl. Everything's fine.

- [Siren Approaching]

[Siren Blares]

[Phone Ringing]

[Ringing Continues]

[Ringing Continues]

[Ringing Continues, Stops]

[Answering Machine Clicks On]

[Paige Over Machine] Mom? Mom,

are you there? Pick up if you're there.

Where are you?

Um, well, I'm at Amber's.

She needs a ride tomorrow night

to ballet. I hope that's okay.

Oh, and I'm gonna stay here

for dinner, okay?

Um, all right. Bye.

[Machine Clicks Off]

Hello?

Where's my mother?

She's, uh...

Your grandfather,

he had a...

You should call

the hospital.

And who are you?

I'm, uh...

I know your father.

I'm a friend of your father's,

and I was, uh...

leaving.

[Electronic Beeping, Chiming]

[Electronic Beeping, Chiming]

[Man] I've been tryin'

your cell phone all day.

- Why haven't I heard from you?

- [Beeping, Chiming Continue]

I had nothing to say.

Right.

You should have called.

Where's the money?

Why?

- I'll go back tomorrow.

- Why tomorrow?

- Why is tomorrow different?

- Because it is. I couldn't get it today.

Of course you could.

You could have, but you didn't.

- Look, I want that money.

- Yeah.

And so do you.

You do understand me?

- I said I'd take care of it.

- All right. Fine.

I trust you, Alek,

like I trust myself.

You say you're gonna get the money,

you get the money.

But, goddamn it, you better get

that son-of-a-b*tch f***in' money,

'cause this is a good piece of business,

and I'm not gonna walk away from it.

I don't know what the f***'s

goin' on with you.

All right. Tomorrow, Alek, right?

I'm trusting you.

And if you can't

carry through, I will.

[Margaret] Yes, Jack Hall.

I'm his daughter-in-law.

- No, we just came from the hospital.

- Dd[Trumpet]

He said sometime

in the next two days.

[Engine Idling]

[Engine Stops]

- [Indistinct]

- All right. Will someone call?

- Please. Tonight. Thank you.

- [Phone Beeps Off]

Mom?

- Did you talk with the hospital?

- Yes.

- How is he?

- I don't know. I'll be right back.

There's someone...

I have to speak

with someone outside.

[Indistinct]

[Indistinct]

- I did mean to come yesterday.

- I waited almost an hour

at the post office.

- I'm sorry about that.

- You were not coming, Mrs. Hall.

- You were here. You saw what happened.

- You were not coming.

- Did you get the money?

- No.

- I'm not sure you understand

the situation.

- We don't have the money.

You have to get the money.

Is that not clear enough?

It's $50,000.

It is not the kind of thing that

everyone can just go out and get.

- Have you spoken with your husband?

- He can't be reached.

He's on a carrier

somewhere in the nor...

This is truly

none of your business.

What about... the old man?

Well, you have to try harder.

- "Try harder"?

- I don't think you're really trying.

- Really?

- Yes.

Well, maybe you should explain

"really trying"to me, Mr. Spera.

Tell me, how would you be

"really trying" if you were me?

But you're not me,

are you?

You don't have my petty concerns

to clutter your life

and keep you from trying.

You don't have

three kids to feed,

or worry about the future

of a 17-year-old boy...

who nearly

got himself killed...

driving back from some kind

of a nightclub...

with his 30-year-old friend

sitting drunk in the seat beside him.

No, these are not your concerns.

I see that.

But perhaps you're right,

Mr. Spera. Perhaps I could be

trying a little harder.

Maybe sometime tomorrow between

dropping Dylan at baseball practice...

and picking up my father-in-law

from the hospital,

I might find a way

to try a little harder.

Maybe I should

take a page from your book:

Go to the track,

find a card game.

Maybe I should

blackmail someone.

Or maybe you have

another idea.

I mean, maybe you have

a better idea...

of how I might

try a little harder...

to find this $50,000 you've

come here to steal from me.

You're right.

I'm not you.

I don't...

This is only a business opportunity.

That's all.

What kind of

a heartless man are you?

Do you ever get away from your family,

Mrs. Hall?

I'll talk to Nagle

about the time.

- Maybe he'll listen.

- [Beau] Mom!

I'm sorry. You don't know

what kind of a man Nagle is.

[Whispering] Please, just go.

Leave my family out of this.

- It's getting late. Paige needs to go.

- Thank you, sweetheart.

- Is everything okay?

- Yes. Yeah.

Dd["Swan Lake"]

[Phone Ringing]

- I'll get it!

- Dylan... Mom.

Hall residence,

Dylan speaking.

One minute, please.

It's for you... Mr. "Sparrow"?

I'll take it upstairs.

Okay, Dylan.

Hang up, please.

[Line Clicks]

- Why are you calling me here?

- [Spera] I need to speak with you.

I'm sorry. Please, listen.

You only need to raise 25,000.

I told Nagle I won't take my share.

I don't want it now.

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