Water's Edge

( gasping )

Molly. Molly!

Molly!

Hey. Good morning.

Are we there yet?

Hell, you woke up just in time | for the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

So this is home.

Well, it wasn't much | to begin with.

If you remember, your dad built this | as a hunting retreat at first.

Then towards the end,

he just sort of became | a full-time resident.

Just like us.

Listen, I'm no expert, but wouldn't | a couch in a headshrinker's office

be more comfortable?

Well, she's not the only one | who needed change.

My God, people still use | those things?

I like to hear what I'm typing.

I get into a rhythm. | It's like music.

Well, a broom will clean my porch, | but I'll take my leaf blower any day.

Ah, always kept it here,

right over the fireplace.

- He kept it clean. | - Oh, yeah.

He took care of his property. | If he owned it...

- he took real good care. | - Yeah, except his liver.

Yeah, well... there's that.

I found the water pump. | Do you think it's...?

Okay, give it a try.

( engine starts )

Thanks for your help, Byron. If there's | anything I can do, don't hesitate.

You shouldn't have said that. | I might want to collect.

- ( engine starts ) | - Now, take care.

Mommy, Mommy.

Mommy, Mommy.

Place looks good. | Shaping up, huh?

I was thinking tomorrow | I'd start up on the book.

Maybe take the Underwood | out on the boat...

try pounding out a few pages | on the water,

fishing for some new ideas.

That was a joke, you know.

More of a pun, really.

What was?

The "fishing" for the--

never mind.

You should come too. | You should...

bring a blanket, | spread out on the dock.

It's warm out, you could catch some sun. | It would be good for you.

There's still a lot to do | around here.

The roof's not going to fall in. | You can take a little time off.

Don't you think we've had enough | time off in the last two years?

But we just got here.

I don't want to argue.

- ( dishes clatter )

Let's not confuse ourselves. | We're not here on vacation.

This isn't a break from our lives.

This is our life.

I don't want to think about what | could've been or should've been.

- We're okay, Moll. | - We're broke, Robert.

Well, I can't argue with that.

( motor starts )

( typewriter clicking )

( gun c*cks )

Sh*t!

No, no, no!

Sh*t!

So...

my day sucks so far.

- How about you? | - I'm going to need more water.

The turn-carriage on the Underwood is, | shall I say, faulty?

You think the way | those things are built

you could drop it off | a 10-story building

and it'd still type out | "War and Peace."

She demands I be gentle with her | if I'm going to poke at her all day.

I was going to boil | some of that brown rice,

maybe heat a up a few cans | of black beans.

How about duck? | You know, Chantrelle's

has claim to the finest | Duck Fricassee

in all of New York's grandiose | French fare.

But... you ain't had nothing | until you're picking buckshot

out of a red-bellied mallard.

Would you put that away? | Please. You don't--

Relax, Molly. | This thing hasn't been used--

( shell clatters )

What's going on?

What?

Molly, did you load this?

If you want rice, | we're going to need more water.

- Where are they? | - What?

- Let go of me. | - Where are they?

All right!

It's not what you think.

No, I'm sure it isn't.

10 years living together | in the city,

you don't even like to carry | pepper spray in your purse, Molly.

And now--

what? I mean, are you curious? | Do you want to know how to?

- Robert! | - No, hold this.

Hold it, Molly!

She carries five.

One in the chamber, | which you already know...

- four in stock-- | - Stop it!

- You need more than one, right? | - Stop it!

Pills can be just pumped | from your stomach.

But this would really do the trick, | wouldn't it, Molly?

How can I stop a bullet?

- Where are you going? | - No! Don't!

Not only do I get to lose | a daughter and a father,

no, I get to lose | the whole damn thing!

Wait! Robert!

( panting )

( car approaching )

Sh*t.

( sheriff grunts )

( humming )

Come on.

Come on, baby!

Aw, come on.

( mean chuckle )

There you go.

Oh, crap!

( groans )

Is that right? | I did not know that.

I must say...

I've enjoyed | your company, but...

I gotta get on with my day.

( twig snaps )

( loudly ) | Hello? Anybody out there?

Don't move.

Here we go.

Darling, you ain't gonna | feel a thing.

Robert:
| Hey!

Hey, yourself.

Didn't see you back there.

You here to rob me | or something?

What are you doing to her?

Well, nothing that concerns you.

It's... | police business.

( whimpering )

Sir, you're going to need | to drop the rifle.

- You hear what I said? I asked you-- | - Those handcuffs.

Come again?

I want you to take | those handcuffs off her.

- Why would I do that? | - I want you to put them on.

- Me put them on? | - Damn it, put them on!

( chuckling ) | Why would I do such a thing like that?

No.

( laughs )

Okay, stop right there.

I am not going to continue | this conversation without my sidearm.

I said, stop!

Do you know what the term | "obstruction of justice" is, mister?!

I mean it! | Don't you move.

- Help... | - I mean it!

Stay away from that car. | Damn it. Stay away--

( slow groan )

Robert? Oh, baby.

Don't ever leave me | like that, ever.

Molly.

I don't know what I'd do | if I lost you.

Molly, you need to listen.

You've been the one holding it together, | I know that.

I've just been selfish, | I've been so selfish.

Hey, no. | Hey, Molly. Molly.

There's something | I need to show you.

What do we do?

Under normal circumstances | I'd call the police, but--

Are you positive he was | going to kill her?

Am I positive? | No, Molly. I'm not.

I'm sure it's standard | police procedure

to smash a rock into the back | of a suspect's head.

Don't yell at me. | I'm just trying to understand.

- I say we leave. | - What?

We leave her in the cabin | and we get the hell out of town.

She needs a doctor. | We can't just leave her here.

Molly, if I'm going to own up to this | and explain myself,

I'm doing it by phone | from my lawyer's office in New York.

- Robert, look at her. | - Look at me.

I've got blood on me--

from two different people.

- Okay. | - Okay.

Just pack up our clothes. | Just leave everything else.

Hurry.

( door slams )

- ( engine sputtering ) | - No! No!

( woman screams )

You're okay. You're okay. | You're okay. Shh.

- ( crying ) | - It's all over.

It's okay. It's okay.

You're safe now. | Shh.

Don't you do this to me.

- ( engine starts ) | - Oh, God, yes!

Molly?

( whispers ) | I'm right here.

- What are you doing? | - I'm not leaving her.

Molly... as much as you and l | would like to do the right thing

something tells me to leave | good enough alone and run.

If we can't trust the law, | what choice do we have?

I saved her life. Beyond that | she is not our responsibility.

- I know. | - Okay.

But I'm making her | my responsibility.

Where are you going?

It's not like you can snap your fingers | and make everything go away.

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