The Drowning Page #2

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Hey, Mom.

I'm in here.

Louis tried to talk to you out there?

Ah, you could say that, yeah.

He keeps coming in here on his breaks,

talking and talking about the past.

It's very depressing.

I'm at a point I'm...

I'm ready to go downtown and

hire a Mexican or something.

Mom, what...

Where's my daughter-in-law?

She's in New York.

Oh, in the old days, it was the...

It was the men who went

on the business trips.

Mom, don't start with this.

Even if it's always

the women who do the work.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait a sec.

What did... what'd you do to your wrist?

I just... I slipped a-and fell.

Look, I'm really sorry

I can't stay for dinner,

but you sure I can't make you something?

Oh, for goodness sakes,

I can still take care of myself.

I know you... okay.

Thank you for getting my groceries.

I love you.

Okay. Okay, buddy.

Bye-bye.

My advice to you... a little

less thinking, a little more f***ing.

I mean, look at me.

I got the four kids,

and let me tell you something.

That did not happen from thinking.

Mm. And three wives.

Defense rests.

What about you?

You're looking more distracted

and morose than usual.

What's that about?

You remember Danny Miller?

I just got a chill.

I ran into him.

He's out under another name.

And not a patient of yours, is he?

No.

Well, good.

Then stop working on what you're

working on and write that.

You could sell that in a second.

There is nothing creepier

than the truth, right?

Joke.

For God's sake, it was a joke.

Just don't talk to him

in any circumstances.

That was a long time ago.

Let that be a long time ago.

Yeah, he's implying it was

my testimony that convicted him.

Well, that's a little overstated,

don't you think?

I mean, come on.

I know he was no angel.

But still, it bothers me.

He was my last case

on that side of things.

When I think about it,

maybe we did go too fast.

Maybe we came at him a little too hard.

What... what are you talking about?

He didn't deny being there.

He admitted to putting the cushion

on her face, to touching her.

Yeah, but he didn't have any of

the old lady's skin under his fingers,

so there was nothing conclusive.

Nothing conclusive?

His goddamn fingerprints

were all over the bedroom, Teddy!

Easy, tough guy.

Holy cow.

You know, if we continue like this,

I'm gonna have to start

billing somebody, anybody.

Yeah, and the chickens...

I don't want to hear about the chickens.

For God's sake.

The fact of the matter is

you did the right thing.

You did, and there's

always gonna be questions.

I got one for you.

Do you think he honestly ran across you,

or do you think he found you?

He insists it was random.

Like anything's f***ing random.

I tell you what.

If you need a weapon,

I'll get you a gun.

What is wrong with you?

What is wrong with you?

Thank God they still make

reporters that look like that.

Wowee.

Hey.

Honey, is that you?

It's Angela.

Ange? What?

Ian.

Ian?

Ian Wilkinson turned up

at Morgan Hamilton Penitentiary tonight

trying to get himself re-incarcerated.

Tried to handcuff himself to a guard.

They want to commit him.

Well, maybe they should.

They want to commit him

unless his parole officer

or his therapist comes and gets him.

Okay. I'm not his therapist, so what...

That's not what he told them.

I can't get over there tonight.

Please help me out on this.

See, you... you gotta be kidding me.

Tom, like it or not,

you're part of this.

I gotta go.

F***.

Hey, pull over to the side of the road.

I gotta take a leak.

Yeah. Okay.

I'm sorry.

You all right?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

You know what?

Give me a drag of that.

Thought maybe you ran off.

Yeah, well, maybe.

Do you remember our last session?

The session before my trial?

I put my arms around your waist,

and you looked at me.

You looked at me, and you walked away,

and I never heard from you again,

I never saw you again.

I was 11 years old, Tom.

Okay. Well, um... you're out now.

You're here.

Do me a favor.

Crack the window, will you?

There's no smoking in my office, okay?

Ever.

I started, uh, burning

my fingertips in prison.

I don't know why I do it.

It's clean in here, very chic,

like a... a hotel.

Safe, nice...

No distractions.

Hmm, no distractions.

Now, is that why

you tried to get yourself

back into prison last night?

Yeah. Yeah, and I jumped

in the river to cool down.

You still taking the Temazepam?

Yep, 20 milligrams.

Where you living?

Some shithole.

You got a job?

The marina.

Anybody at home?

Nope.

What about your mom?

Dead.

I'm sorry.

They let me visit her in the

hospital with the cuffs on.

You know what killed my mother?

Those f***ing handcuffs.

And my father wasn't even

f***ing there when she went.

And, uh, he's in Norwich now,

in some narcissistic

coma he calls a bar.

He used to visit me at Windsor,

acted like I was at

some fancy prep school,

but when they take you to prison...

Well, you turn 18,

you know your life is over.

Look, I want you to know that I had

no idea that you went to prison then.

Don't lie, Dr. Seymour.

I'm not lying.

It's the truth.

That's bullshit!

Danny, it's not bullshit.

Listen...

F***ing sorry.

That's great.

That gets me my f***ing

life back, doesn't it?

I didn't do it.

I didn't do it, and you know that.

Come on, do you really believe that?

The forensic evidence was overwhelming.

Time's up.

You know...

You could open your eyes

when we're doing it.

Oh, jeez, I'm sorry, honey.

The book is work.

This is supposed to be the fun part.

No, I... I know.

You're right. I just...

You should have come down.

I know. I know.

I know it's a good time for us to try...

No. No, because it was fun.

Because New York is fun.

New London is cloudy.

Hey, wait.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hang on there.

Hang on there.

Wait a second.

Maybe I just get a little jealous

seeing you with all these

young artist types, huh?

Oh-ho.

Thomas Seymour jealous.

That, I like.

Oh.

You all right?

Um, my mind's just racing.

It's okay.

Go back to sleep.

Oh.

It's lopsided...

Well, yeah, now that

I'm talking about it.

Hey, honey, you moving out

on me one painting at a time?

She's got a show.

We ran into each other

at Pete's, by the river.

It's Ian, Tom.

You remember?

Yeah, o-of course, of course.

How are you, Ian?

How you doing?

Good.

We've been talking,

and he's thinking

of applying to schools.

I said that we could call around.

Sure. Sure, that... that sounds great.

What's this show that you...

Oh, no, it's nothing.

It's...

Bob called me at the last minute

and had to cancel, so I said

I'd put something up.

That's great, right?

Isn't that great?

Oh, no, yeah, it's definitely great.

It's not MOMA.

It's not nothing, though.

It's just a faculty show.

Yeah, no, I think...

I think it's great.

I'll definitely come down for it, hon.

Ian works the night shift at the marina,

so I said I'd give him a ride home.

You know what?

I... I'll take him.

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