The Deep End of the Ocean Page #5
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1999
- 106 min
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EXT. OUTSIDE SCHOOL
Beth
Guess what happened? I thought today was
Sunday. Isn't that funny?
Vincent
Can we just please go?
INT. THE BASEMENT
Patty
Beth, you downstairs? Honey, what are you
doing?
INT. THE KITCHEN
Laurie
You ever been in a doctor's office
without a People magazine? One day Ben
will go to a doctor's office with whoever
took him. And some other patient.
Beth
Laurie, stop! Okay? I know you mean well,
but just stop.
Joey
Could be more presents.
Grandma
Merry Christmas!
Grandpa
Joey, it's cold. Shut the door.
Joey
Merry Christmas, Beth.
Vincent
Mom, look, Uncle Joey gave me my stocking
present early because it's too big to fit
in the stocking. See?
Beth
Yeah, that's great. Merry Christmas,
Theresa.
Theresa
How you feeling, honey? I almost didn't
make it. I started having Braxton-Hicks.
Vincent
Grandma
I'll try that. Maybe a Christmas baby.
Theresa
I hope not.
Theresa
She's carrying like it's a boy. That's
what everybody says.
Patty
The gang's all here! My God, sis, look
how big you are!
Theresa
Don't rub it in.
INT. THE LIVINGROOM
Vincent
Look, mom, they're for Ben from Grandma
and Grandpa.
Beth
Rosie, What are these?
Grandma
Present for Ben.
Beth
Rosie, Why did you bring present for Ben?
Grandma
I believe that Ben will be found. When he
is found I want him to know his family
didn't forget him.
Beth
Do you have forgotten Ben?
Grandma
Of course not. We didn't get Ben any
gifts.
Beth
I understand that. To tell the truth, I
didn't even want to go through this
whole, big holiday act. You know what I
wanted to do? I anted to sleep through
it. When you do this, and you act like
he's just out of town on some business
trip and he'll be back anytime.
Theresa
Beth, take it easy.
Beth
Take it easy? How can I take it easy when
nobody except me seems to want to accept
the fact that it's over? It's over. We're
all going to go on eating and sleeping
Theresa
You must snap out of this. No one can
talk to you. I can't. Pat can't.
Patty
Butt out, will you?
Theresa
If you don't have any hope that Ben will
come back.
Beth
Come back? He's even fore yet. What's he
going to do? Get an Amtrak schedule?
Grandpa
We didn't mean anything by it.
Theresa
Don't you think we're all grieving?
Patty
I mean it! Theresa ! Shut up!
Theresa
No, Pat! You're all scared to say this,
but I'm not. We try and call. She doesn't
want to talk. We write, she doesn't
answer.
Vincent
Mom. Ben will be back tomorrow.
Beth
What?
Vincent
But it's Christmas. For my present, I
asked Santa to bring Ben home I think
he'll do.
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