The Deep End Page #5
It's over. It's enough.
I don't want most.
I want all.
Why is it so hard for you
to understand that?
I'm warning you, Carlie,
don't be greedy.
It's not your place to warn me.
You should know that.
It's not your place.
Jesus. What the hell is
she doing in a taxi in Tahoe?
You did not.
I don't know why.
I'm confused.
- But I'm gonna do this now.
- [Line Disconnects]
- Who are you?
- I think you know my partner.
Please go.
I can't talk to you... not here.
You'll talk to me.
[Teakettle Whistling]
- What do you want?
- Just the money. I just want the money.
- I gave it to Alek.
- Part. You gave him part.
I don't want part.
- He said that Donnelly...
- Donnelly didn't kill Darby.
It's idiotic.
- The police will know soon enough.
- Just get out of my house!
This is a problem,
and I would like to resolve it now.
I'll try and be clear.
I think you've been lying to Al.
I think you've put ideas in his head.
I think you have the money.
I think you haven't been
altogether straightforward with us,
[Cries Out]
If you want to know the truth.
What kind of a fool
do you think I am, hmm?
- Would I risk anything
if I had the money?
- Maybe.
Where's your husband?
I'd like to talk with him, because
I don't want this going on any longer,
- and I can't seem to get any kind
- [Door Creaks Open]
Carlie.
Alek, go away.
- Are you all right?
- Yes.
- I told you not to come here.
- That was not your right.
- You lost control.
- That's not important.
Al, please.
Please, go. Go away.
- This woman's made a fool of you.
- Think what you want.
Yes, a stupid, stupid fool.
- A weakling... you've behaved
like a stupid weakling.
- Shut up.
Are you f***ing her?
Is that what's going on?
- Is that it? You're f***ing her?
- I said, shut up.
Don't talk to me that way!
Get out of here.
- Don't push this, Al.
- Get out.
[Blow Landing]
Alek.
[Tool Clatters To Floor]
Alek, l...
[Choking]
Alek, please...
l...
- Alek...
- [Whispering] Be quiet.
- No!
- Alek, please, I beg you, don't.
[Muffled Grunting]
[Panting]
I'll go to the police.
I'll tell them about Darby. I'll tell
them you killed Nagle in self-defense.
- [Panting] Oh, Margaret.
- I'll go to the police, Alek.
I'm sorry.
It shouldn't have
come to this.
[Grunting]
- [Grunting]
- Alek.
Alek.
- [Gasping]
- We have no choice now.
Please.
You gotta let me tell 'em.
- Please.
- [Panting]
Listen to me.
Go inside.
No one can be near the windows.
Think of something... anything.
Just keep your family away.
Meet me in the driveway.
We'll go together. Take my car keys.
In my coat. On the right, in the pocket.
I'll drive Nagle's car.
You follow in mine.
But you must go inside.
I'll wait in the driveway.
- Do you understand?
- Yes.
- [Engine Starting]
- No.
No.
- [Door Creaks Open, Closes]
- [Beau] Mom?
What's going on?
- Your lip. Jesus...
- Beau, I need you to help me.
- Where are you going?
- I can't drive this. The shift...
- Mom. Mom...
- I need you to drive the car, please.
Please, we need to leave now. Can you
help me? Just... Please, just help me.
It's a gray car.
Did you see it in the driveway?
No.
There. Is that it?
He shouldn't have left like that.
He should have waited.
- It's not what you think.
- How do you know what I think?
- He's a friend.
- Yeah.
That's all.
He's just a friend.
Did you see that?
[Tires Screeching]
Beau! Beau, please,
call for help!
Alek! Alek!
- You shouldn't have followed me.
- Alek, Jesus!
- Why did you follow me?
- You didn't wait! Why didn't you wait?
I lost... control
of the car, Margaret.
My arm.
Margaret, stop. Stop!
Margaret, stop.
Stop!
- I'm gonna get you out of here.
- No. Don't! Just leave.
Someone will come.
Oh, Alek.
They'll think he died
here in the crash.
- Please go.
- I can't leave you.
But you must.
They can't find you here. Think!
[Sobbing]
Please, no.
Margaret, the tape...
and the money...
look for them.
They were on the seat.
Can you see them?
Get them out.
- I can't see where...
- Just try.
[Coughing]
- Now go.
- No, Alek.
[Coughing Continues]
I can't.
Please go.
I'm sorry, Margaret.
I'm sorry for all of this.
Margaret?
[Whispering]
Yes?
I think I'm...
I'm not...
Alek?
[Weeping]
[Sobbing]
[Margaret Sobbing]
[Sobbing Continues]
Mom?
Do you want me
to call somebody?
No.
Could you just
be here with me?
All right.
I'm here.
[Continues Sobbing]
I don't know how...
I don't know what to say.
[Whispering]
So, don't.
I don't need to know.
It's not important.
I love you, Beau.
Yeah.
Me too.
[Phone Ringing]
[Ringing Continues]
[Paige]
Mom, it's Dad. Can you pick up?
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