The Maid's Room Page #2

Oh, so now it's my fault?

Just leave him alone.

That's all I'm saying.

Son of a b*tch!

Drina, I'm so sorry about this.

It's okay.

Brandon was a little

sick in the garage.

Can you go clean it up?

Yes, Mrs. Crawford.

You know who's stupid?

I am.

We are.

Because we trusted you,

because we thought you

were old enough and responsible enough

to be left on your own out here.

But you drank all my beer,

and I can see that you've

been in the liquor cabinet.

- Dad...

- Do you deny it?

Did you have a party here? Drina.

Could you wait here for a second?

Did you have a party here?

No, I just had a

couple friends over.

- How many?

- Three.

And you went into

my liquor cabinet.

No, I-I didn't, but

maybe Victor did.

Victor.

Never anything happens.

Like, this always Victor.

I don't believe you.

I don't believe anything

that you say anymore.

I can't believe you're my son.

Tell me something...

What happened to the

deer after you hit it?

- Do you remember?

- Yes, I remember.

So?

What happened to the deer?

- It ran away, I guess.

- You guess.

Tell me what happened.

I was driving.

How fast were you driving?

I don't know. A little too fast,

I guess, but not that fast.

And then?

And then, uh...

All of a sudden, there was this

deer... that came in front of me,

and I hit the brakes.

But he didn't move.

But it was dead?

You killed it.

I don't know.

You know what? I don't think

you killed that deer.

You have to hit a deer

pretty hard to kill it.

I've seen a lot of cars

that have hit deer,

and they had a lot worse

damage than yours did.

He was lucky.

- Did you get out of the car?

- Mm-hmm.

I couldn't see anything because

the headlight was broken.

You show me where this

happened tomorrow, okay?

Okay.

Can I get you anything

else, Mr. Crawford?

No. Thank you, Drina.

Yes, sir.

I think so.

Good morning, Drina.

Good morning, Mr. Crawford.

You know, Drina...

We do have a dishwasher.

You don't have to wash

everything by hand.

Yes. Mrs. Crawford.

Drina, did we get any calls

this week while we were away?

I mean, besides the

messages on the machine?

She never picks up the phone.

Let's keep it that way, okay?

Yes, Mr. Crawford.

Stop washing the dishes

for a minute, please.

I was wondering...

What did you see when Brandon

came home the other night?

I didn't see nothing.

I stood in my room.

But you heard him.

The garage door woke me up.

Right.

Anything else?

I went to the garage

in the morning,

and I saw that he had cleaned

the front of the car.

You didn't touch anything?

No.

I wanted you to see it.

Why?

I just thought it was

something you should see.

He hit a deer.

He was drunk and he hit a deer.

Thank God it was only a deer.

Yes. Poor deer.

Thank you, Drina.

You're obviously a very

intelligent person.

I hope you understand if I decide

to handle this in my own way.

That's all right

with you, isn't it?

Yes, Mr. Crawford.

You're very understanding.

But what about the car?

I mean, we have to do something.

We have to fix it.

No, no, no.

We can't get the car

fixed, forget it.

The repair shops

will call the cops.

The car has to stay in the garage.

Forever.

It has to.

You can't take it out and

you can't get it fixed.

Do you understand?

Will the police find me?

I don't think they will.

We'll deal with that

when it happens.

Drina.

Excuse me, Mrs. Crawford.

Hello? Hello? I'm the...

Drina.

I need to talk to you.

Why don't we go into my office?

Please. Come in.

Sit down.

My wife and I have talked it over and we've

decided that we no longer need your services.

It's nothing that you

did or didn't do,

it's just that we've come

to the conclusion that we

don't need anyone to clean

out here, this house.

We're hardly ever here.

Brandon will come back

with us to the city

when head back this week.

It just doesn't make any sense

for us to have a maid here.

My wife, she...

I'm sure you understand.

I'd like to give you something

for your trouble.

Take your time packing.

If you need me to drop you

somewhere I'd be glad to.

It's not enough.

You didn't look at it. You

don't know how much that is.

It's not enough.

I've been very generous.

You don't have enough money

for what you want me to do.

What are you talking about?

You want me to forget

about what your son did.

You want to give me money

so I won't call the police.

Now, wait a minute. Slow down.

My son hit a deer.

No, Mrs. Crawford, your

son did not hit a deer.

What do you think he did?

Your son killed somebody

the other night.

- He what?!

- Shut up.

- Just...

- Shut up.

- No, but...

- I said shut up for a second!

That's a very serious accusation.

Do you have any evidence.

No.

But the police could

look at the car.

I don't know what you think you're

doing, but I've been very generous.

Okay, then...

Go ahead. Call the police.

Here. Here's the phone.

But think about this.

You're an immigrant.

With no papers, no green card.

They'll ship you right

back to Colombia.

They won't listen

to a word you say.

They'll humiliate you.

They'll say you made this story

up when I tried to fire you.

No.

I didn't.

Who do you think they're

going to believe?

You?

Go ahead. Call them.

Tell them your story.

See what it gets you.

And I will make sure that

you go to prison for making

such an accusation.

For smearing my family's name.

Or you can take the money.

It's a lot of money.

Here. Here's the phone.

Call them.

The f*** is wrong with you?!

I'm offering you a good deal.

How much do you want? $10,000?

It's a lot of money.

That's what? Six months' wages?

For doing nothing.

For... walking away.

$20,000.

You would pay your lawyers a

- lot more than...

- So it is money you're after.

- No.

- $50,000.

No.

That's very noble of you.

But think of what $50,000 would

buy for you, for your family.

How long would it take

you to save $50,000?

Four years?

Five?

Five years of cleaning toilets.

This is an opportunity for you.

Brandon told us that you

want to go to university.

We can do this for you,

and not just the money.

Whatever you want.

Wait, wait.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

Listen, listen.

Please.

Maybe you have an idea.

He left a man there to die

on the side of a road.

Brandon said that that's not true.

That's just what the article said.

We do not know that

that's what happened.

He's right.

Oh, Mrs. Crawford, that's

for the law to decide.

Try to understand, Drina.

In this town, with our son,

the New York times

is the local paper.

What about that man

who died in the night?

You can't compare that

man's life to my son's.

Because he's an immigrant farmer?

Because your son is rich?

Because he is my son.

Sorry, Mr. Crawford,

but everybody is equal

under the eyes of God.

Under the eyes of God,

maybe, but not mine.

"Blessed are the merciful, for

they shall obtain mercy."

God is on our side, too.

The police are going to find him.

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