The Deep End Page #3

They look so funny.

- I perfectly agree with you. You know,

- [Siren Wailing]

He put on his tights

the wrong way.

I think...

I think he's very funny.

- I don't know.

- Hey!

Are you sure

you're not getting a crush?

Oh, yeah?

Hey, look.

What's going on?

Did somebody drown?

Something like that, kid.

Keep moving.

Yes, I'm trying to get through

to Captain Thomas Hall.

The U.S.S. Constellation.

His wife, Margaret.

Please don't put me

on hold again.

- [Horn Blaring]

- I need to speak to him today.

Right now.

Yes, I realize they left port.

I told you, I'm his wife.

Well, no, it's not exactly

an emergency.

His wife, Margaret.

All right.

No, no message.

Thank you.

[Beau]

He's dead.

Darby's dead.

He was killed Monday night.

- The night he was here.

It's in the paper. Look.

- Beau...

Did he know

other people in Tahoe?

How should I know?

He knew everybody.

The police are saying...

They're saying

someone murdered him.

Did anybody else know

he was coming?

Did anybody know

you were friends?

Does it matter?

Mom, he's dead.

I don't know. Do you think the police

will want to speak with you?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Must be a real relief to you, though,

huh? I mean, him being dead and all.

- Oh, Beau, please. No.

- That's gotta have some appeal.

- I mean, can't bother you,

can't bother me.

- Stop it, for Christ's sake!

You know, you were right, Mom. He was

a loser. Now, it's just in the paper.

Mom? Oh.

There's some man downstairs. He wanted

to talk to Dad, but I told him that...

- Who'd he say he is?

- He didn't.

All right, I'm coming.

- Can I help you?

- Yeah.

- I came to see Tom Hall.

- He isn't in.

I can wait.

I told that to the girl.

I'm his wife.

- When will he be back?

- He won't be.

Not today.

What exactly is it you want?

I came to talk

about Darby Reese...

and your son.

[Beeping, Whirring]

- [Margaret] Dylan?

- What, Mom?

- I need you to play somewhere else.

- What?

I need to speak

with this man.

- Promise you won't touch the computer?

- Yes, I promise.

I think you know

Darby Reese.

So, uh,

you must know he's dead.

Murdered.

Your son's been spending

a lot of time with Mr. Reese.

- Like, special time. Sort of intimate.

- [Door Opens]

I forgot my fish book.

Dyl? Dyl?

No more interruptions.

- You understand? Okay.

- Mm-hmm. Sorry.

We know Darby was coming here

Monday night to see Beau,

the night he was killed.

- "We"?

- Yeah, I have a partner.

- A partner?

- Yes.

- Well, Beau's done nothing wrong.

I said, he's done nothing wrong.

- Maybe.

So why haven't you gone

to the police?

- Why don't they know that

your son and Darby were...

- Is there a point to this?

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