The Drowning

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Wait, wait, wait.

No. Come on.

Let's go, you said you would.

Come on, I'm gonna make you like nature.

I don't think nature likes me very much.

All I'm saying is you don't get

fresh air like this in New York.

Okay. Sure, whatever.

All right, you wanna go back?

What?

To the house, not the city.

Is he going to...

What?

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Here, here. I'm gonna...

He's not breathing.

I'm gonna call someone.

All right, I'll go.

- I'll go.

- No, no, stay.

I got it, I got it.

Breathe.

I think this needs stitches.

Doesn't need stitches.

Just... just put that on.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Do they even teach shrinks that?

You'd be surprised

what they teach shrinks.

Just put that...

Just put...

- Ow!

- Oh, sorry, sorry.

No, I'm just kidding.

It didn't hurt.

Oh.

Do you wanna...?

You all right?

Yeah, yeah. I just...

Just that kid.

I know. It was touch-and-go.

You risked your life for

a complete stranger.

It's not like I had a choice.

Look...

If I wasn't such a fantastic swimmer,

then I wouldn't have gone in, but I am.

And, anyway, I'm all right, right?

Thanks.

Look, what you did was very brave.

I just got scared. That's all.

I know.

I'll take that to the cleaners.

It's his, actually.

Paramedics must have

grabbed the wrong one.

I was gonna stop by the hos...

Oh, hey, hey, hey.

It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

Hey, Mary.

They were about to admit a

Dr. Thomas Seymour before I noticed.

Ian Wilkinson.

You get a read on him?

No. Temazepam in his veins,

maybe 10 of 'em.

Oh, Jesus.

Yeah, Mary and Joseph.

Hello.

I thought you might be looking for this.

I'm the, uh...

I'm the guy that pulled you out.

My wife was pretty shook up,

so she'll be happy to know...

Dr. Seymour?

It's, uh... it's me.

Danny?

Danny Miller?

Yeah.

Wow, I'm sorry. I... I didn't know

that you were, uh, out.

They kept it pretty quiet.

Right.

So I... Ian, um...

Oh, uh, Ian was the warden's first name,

Wilkinson was the chaplain's last,

so that's me now.

What has it been, 10, 12 years?

Really?

It feels like twice that for me.

Oh, of course, of course.

I'm sorry.

This is... it's...

Wild, right?

It makes you think, huh?

Yeah, it does.

Chaplain would say that, uh, coincidence

is the crack in human affairs

that lets God in.

A chaplain would.

Well, look, um, I gotta...

I gotta get to work,

so all things considered,

you... you look all right.

Yeah. Yeah.

All things considered.

You take care.

'Cause my mother's a b*tch, 'cause

she didn't believe that he raped me.

The b*tch said...

You know what she said?

Young lady!

She said I made it up.

F*** her.

Her man gets two years,

two years probation,

and she blames me, takes it out on me.

B*tch killed my dog.

She killed my f***ing dog, that's why.

I cut her, the b*tch.

Showed her some f***ing

justice across her face.

That is enough, Miss Demers.

Will counsel and the psychologist

please approach?

Dr. Seymour.

So, what do you think?

I'm... I'm so sick of that case.

"My dog. My dog. My dog."

You really think the mother's

boyfriend raped her?

I'm gonna violate him anyways,

before she kills him.

Kids usually need a reason

to kill somebody.

Not in that neighborhood.

Bought you a drink.

Why, thank you.

Ian Wilkinson.

He's one of yours?

Yeah, and you did a good thing.

Were you ever gonna tell me?

You know I couldn't.

Do the police know it's him?

I took care of that.

He was off his meds, he's depressed,

went for a swim.

A swim? Angie, Danny is...

He's Ian Wilkinson now, okay?

Yeah, when did we start doing that?

We do it every once in a while.

He's a very exceptional...

"Exceptional."

And damaged young man.

Mm-hmm.

Smart, bright.

He has a chance,

a future if we keep the police

and the press out of it.

He thinks you can help him.

Well, you know that's not gonna happen.

And you can't tell anyone

about this, not even your wife.

Have your drink, Tom.

You earned it.

That water was deep.

I gotta get back to court

and least look like I'm working.

Think about it.

So you're back Thursday, then?

No, no. I told you I'm filling in

for Bob this weekend.

You've been cutting down

on your hours, so...

- Yeah, I know. Sorry.

- ...we could use the cash.

You should come down.

- This weekend?

- Yeah.

Is there an opening or something?

No. No, it's just...

Because I just gotta

finish this chapter on parental abuse,

and I haven't listened

to the tapes yet, so...

No, it's just it's a good time.

I got it.

I hate talking about it this way.

- No, I get it.

- Really, I'm sick of it,

the calendars, the thermometers.

Hey, listen.

No, I... I want that.

I do. I want it.

Whatever it takes.

As many times as it takes.

- Okay.

- I'm your man.

I'm gonna try and finish up

here in the next few days

and get down there, okay?

You know what?

I'm gonna drive you down.

We'll stop at a B&B and

get right down to it.

Stop. It's fine.

Just finish whatever it is

you need to finish,

but try to come down, okay?

You're beautiful.

You know that?

It's too easy to assume

that Nicole simply lacks conscience.

Many children are obsessed with

issues of loyalty and betrayal,

but hers is a...

Primitive and exacting.

So the question then becomes

how to distinguish

between access to a personality disorder

and relatively healthy...

Danny. What are you...

What are you doing here?

Hey. I was just in the neighborhood,

and, uh, you left your letter,

uh, at the hospital the other day.

It has your address on it.

You didn't hear the doorbell?

- Mm-mmm.

- Anyway, it looked important,

like a bill or something.

Oh. Well, thank you.

You look a bit better.

How you feeling?

Well, I got out of the hospital,

and I slept like the dead.

Okay. Well, uh, thanks for this,

and, uh, I gotta get back to work, so...

What?

You're the only person

I can talk to about what happened.

Can I come in?

- Uh, sure.

- Yeah, thank you.

Yeah, of course.

I just...

Just h-have a seat.

I'll...

Look, Danny, I can give you

the name of someone else

who can help...

What are you doing?

What... please don't smoke in here.

Someone else, huh?

I'm the knife that's

been cast into the sea.

Excuse me?

Sigmund Freud, Doc.

No, I know who wrote it,

but I wouldn't categorize you that way.

Now please put the cigarette out.

I just want you to know that...

- No, Danny, stop.

- Can we just...

Please, we cannot do this.

I'm not your therapist.

Can we at least talk for a second?

No!

I'm sorry.

Jesus.

They convicted me for a crime

that I didn't commit, and you...

You basically sentenced me, so...

Can you at least help me

get my life back on track?

I rendered an opinion.

That's all.

You know that I'm innocent.

You gotta know that, right?

I actually don't know that,

and I need to ask you

to leave my house right now.

Do you understand me?

Now.

What the f***?

What the hell?

Hey, Louis.

- Whah!

- Whoa.

Gotcha.

Really?

Good jab.

See you, Louis.

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