The Deep End Page #2

- Problem?

- No, just the wind.

- Did I, uh, hear Beau earlier?

- No, I don't think so.

Why don't you get to bed?

It's late.

[Door Closes]

Margaret, is that you?

- You're up early.

- Trouble sleeping.

- Going for a swim?

- Too cold.

Just a walk.

Maybe I'll run a little.

[Sobbing]

[Horn Honking]

Where have you been?

I lost my mitt. I can't find it.

- It's around. We'll find it.

- Were you out on the boat?

- Is Paige ready to go?

- You've been AWOL quite a while, Maggie.

- Did you enjoy the walk?

- Did you look under your bed?

- Why were you out in the boat?

- Go look under your bed.

Paige, the Lloyds are here!

[Car Horn Honking]

- Is Beau up?

- Beau? No, I haven't seen him.

So, you took a spin

on the lake?

Paige, slow down, please.

- Hey, hey, gangplank.

- Honey, the Lloyds are waiting.

- [Door Closes]

- [Paige] Where were you all morning?

- Mom, I can't find it.

- [Footsteps Ascending Stairs]

Dylan, please,

it's time to go, now.

You'll just have to borrow from one

of the other boys. It won't be so bad.

- You can't just borrow

another kid's mitt.

- Of course you can.

Who's gonna let me

borrow their mitt?

- Dad told me...

- You'll work it out, Dyl.

People like to share. Go on.

- Running late?

- Yeah. Sorry. Lost track of the time.

Do you mind picking up? I have a

tennis thing I can't get out of.

- Well, if you can't, then...

- No, I'll manage.

- It's not a problem.

- Okay, great. Bye-bye.

[Gasping, Coughing]

[Car Alarm Chirps]

- [Engine Starts]

- Dd[Techno On Radio]

[Shuts Radio Off]

- What happened last night?

- Wesleyan wants another music sample.

I'm being considered

for a grant.

I need $50

for the session.

All right.

So, what happened last night?

Can you give me a ride?

'Cause I'm late for water polo already.

Beau.

Look, what do you

want me to say?

That you were right?

Fine, you were right, okay?

I just want to know

what happened.

- Look, I'm already late.

- You're bruised and scraped.

- Something happened,

and you've got to tell me...

- Oh!

There you are.

I thought we were gonna

take that skiff out for a spin.

I just got back.

Beau needs a ride to school.

- Will you be all right

for a little while?

- I was out on the dock.

I couldn't see you there.

Found this, anyway, on the beach

in the sand, plain as day.

I'm surprised you didn't see it

this morning, Margaret, on your walk.

No, no, I didn't.

What happened to your face?

You're-You're not gonna

say anything...

t-to Dad, you know,

about-about last night?

No.

All right.

I'll find a ride back. Bye.

[Coughing]

[Car Horn Honking]

[Paige] I think that boy ballerinas

just don't look right.

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