The Drowning Page #3

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Don't you have to go to court today?

I do, but I can drop him off.

It's right on the way.

Oh, okay. Great.

I... I have to get back

to the city, and...

It's crazy!

It is.

I prefer to drink out of a real cup.

So that's where I work,

and that's where I drink.

So, no kids, huh?

Nope.

Hmm.

'Cause sometimes I wonder

why my parents even bothered.

What were they looking for, you know?

Your dad really doesn't want

to see you at all, huh?

My dad wants to erase me.

He never wanted to see me, not really.

He had the garage.

He fixed it up like a workshop,

put a lock and key on it,

but he'd just sit there

and talk Fallujah, mostly.

He told me the story about he...

He blew a hole in this guy's chest,

and he slid down the wall

like a red glob of spit.

No, my dad, he just liked to hunt.

I hated it.

One time, maybe I was six...

He just pulled over

to the side of the road,

grabbed an automatic out of the back,

and shot six deer in seconds,

like we were in an ambush.

Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop!

I was right beside him.

They were so beautiful up close.

He made me shoot one of them in the head

so it wouldn't keep on trying to get up.

I don't know if it was

the adrenaline or not,

but I... I couldn't stop crying.

With the blood s-splattering in my face.

My dad saw it.

Oh, he was pissed.

Just keep on going straight, man.

You know, I read somewhere

that we only use 10%

of our mental capacity.

You think about that?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

It's like buying a suit that's

too big for you, you know.

Like maybe one day, you're gonna fit it.

Hmm. Then what do you

think the other 90% is?

I don't know.

Maybe it's animal, you know?

Like, if we don't have

this tiny, little fraction,

we're just all animal-like,

like when we're sleeping

or when I was in the river.

No thinking, just animal.

Did you use CPR to revive me?

Yeah.

It wasn't your wife?

Why are you asking?

Nothing.

I'm just curious, you know?

I mean, your wife, she...

She's a very nice lady.

Mm-hmm.

Very sweet.

You're lucky.

She's hot.

- Hey, hey.

- Sorry.

Hey, uh, that's me right there,

that hunk of sh*t.

Hey, good-looking.

Ah.

Why don't you set your bags down,

and I'll help you take them up.

Oh, you're a prince, Ian.

Thanks.

You need to stop coming to my house.

Do you understand?

Listen, I want to help you,

but if you don't stop, we're done.

You're hurting me, Dr. Seymour.

Do you understand?

Ah, thank you, sweetheart.

You are in violation of

your supervised release.

You have the right to retain

counsel or to request counsel.

If you cannot obtain it

through ordinary means,

the court will appoint someone to you.

Do you understand?

He tried to rape his 13-year-old niece.

You were right about him.

Ugh.

Does Nikki know?

Probably.

Thank God she was in prison.

Can't believe how often

I'm saying that these days.

And Ian?

Yeah?

Have you been talking to him?

You sent me to go get him, remember?

Yes, and thank you.

After that?

What is it?

Did he say anything about me?

Because, uh, we were...

We have been speaking every night.

These talks are deep.

But lately, he's been a little quick,

distant almost.

I... I don't know if I said

anything to upset him.

Angela, he's your parolee.

No, I know that...

And how did he get out?

The headmaster at Windsor

really went to bat for him,

cashed in some favors, and so did I.

So, he hasn't mentioned me?

Angela, Angela, look at me.

What's going on?

What?

He's a job, a case.

He's your case.

I'm... I'm worried about him.

He's a good kid.

Yeah? How can you be so sure?

Tom, how many of these cases

do we see every day?

This kid is...

He's special.

I think he has a real shot.

You think I'm wrong?

I don't know.

I don't know what I think.

He would make me hold

a chicken in my hands,

you know, after... after he came back.

He was different, scary.

He would, you know, tie my hands to it

and then cut off its head.

I would hold it while it shook

and the bleeding came all out.

And you understand that's wrong?

That that's...

You're safe here, Danny.

You understand that?

Mrs. Green?

Yes. Dr. Seymour, please come in.

Thank you.

You're better-looking than

the picture on your book.

No, thank you.

I... I appreciate you

seeing me on such short notice.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

I'm not sure I can tell you anything.

Are you treating Danny?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

So, you used to teach him

here at Windsor.

Yes. He was one of the

brightest boys I ever taught.

Yeah, there's... there's nothing

like feeding a mind

that could take everything

you can give it

and then comes back asking for more.

And how old was he then?

13 and 14.

Is there anything else

from that time that...

Struck you about him that sticks out?

He was very good at getting people

to think they were helping him

until they ended up exhausted or worse.

Three of our staffers, to be exact.

You know, my husband

still blames himself.

What he did to that child.

Oh, yes.

Yes, that's...

That was terrible, terrible,

and I know very difficult to talk about.

I'm sorry.

I... I blame Mr. McDonald.

You see, I still want to forgive Danny,

because the other boy,

he was one of those boys,

always a problem, always.

But Danny did...

He stabbed that boy.

He walked across the room,

and he stabbed him.

Thank God the poor child survived.

Broke my husband's heart.

But I blame Angus.

Do you see?

Mm-hmm.

Because you feel like he let it happen?

Wanted.

He wanted it to happen.

Angus McDonald came

to us a teacher, a teacher,

but he had Danny writing

all these terrible things

over and over about what happened.

Angus was over-involved.

Go on.

I think I've said enough.

This is Tom.

You've reached my cell.

Leave me a message, and I'll

get back to you as soon as I can.

Tom, I'm really mad at you right now,

and I don't want to be mad at you,

but you should be here.

I shouldn't even be

leaving you this message.

But this is good.

This is really good.

I think the guy from The Times is here.

She's a liar.

Why would she lie?

Why don't you believe me?

She said you stabbed a kid, Danny.

You have no idea

what I had to do in there,

what they called me,

what they did to me.

And Angus?

He's a creep, a stalker, and a fag.

It doesn't matter.

Whatever.

F***, you hate me.

Why do you hate me?

I don't hate you.

Would you stop it?

Why do you hate me?

Would you stop it?

I don't hate you.

I'm just trying to figure out

what happened at Windsor, that's all.

You still think I killed her.

Well, I didn't.

It wasn't me.

It was someone else who did that stuff.

I don't know who it was.

F*** it.

I have to go to work!

Danny, stop it.

Stop it!

You were supposed to help me, I thought.

You were. You were.

Will you calm down?

You were supposed to f***ing help me!

Danny!

F***! F***!

Danny, calm down.

Danny, Danny, Danny.

Those used to belong to me.

I don't know who they

belong to anymore, okay?

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