The Deep End

[Door Buzzer Buzzing]

[Buzzing Continues]

I'm looking for Darby Reese.

Does he know you're coming?

No, he doesn't.

[Chuckles]

- [Door Closes]

- Dd[Techno]

Darby.

Someone's mom's

here to see you.

Yeah, all right.

All right, yeah.

Who'd you say you are?

Margaret Hall.

He'll be right down.

[Door Opens, Closes]

How 'bout this?

- Mother of Beau.

- Mr. Reese?

You're younger than I expected.

Please, sit.

I want you to stay away

from my son.

Does Beau know you're here?

- Dyl, where are your sneakers?

- Don't know.

Please find them, sweetheart.

You'll catch a cold.

Oh, Jack!

I'm sorry.

Margaret, where on earth

is that damned remote?

L-l-I don't know.

Um...

Oh, broken, isn't it?

Didn't Dylan step on it last night?

Oh, for the love of Pete.

Try the one in the study.

I think it'll work.

And where is Mr. Dylan?

He's in the driveway.

[Sighs]

Dylan!

- Sweetheart, do you know

where your brother is?

- Um, in the driveway.

- I mean Beau.

- Oh.

He took off in the boat.

Mad about something. I don't know.

[Geese Honking]

[Police Radio, Indistinct]

[Door Opens]

Been gone a while, kiddo.

I went to Reno today.

I know. He called.

I'm goin'upstairs.

- May I come in?

- Dd[Trumpet]

May I come in?

- I need to talk to you.

- You need to talk to everybody lately.

- Please, don't be glib.

- Like I told you, he's my friend.

- That's all.

- Well, he may not be the friend

you think he is.

He's just a guy, all right?

It's just a place.

You have got to talk to me

about the drinking.

I shouldn't have been driving.

I'm sorry.

You shouldn't have been drinking

or visiting nightclubs.

- Are we through?

- No.

You could've been killed

in that accident.

I know you're

having difficulty.

- If you're having feelings...

- I don't know what it is...

you think I feel, but you're blowing

this whole thing out of proportion.

He offered to stay away

from you.

- What?

- For money.

He said if I paid him,

he'd stay away.

Five thousand dollars.

- I don't believe you.

- I'm sorry. It's true.

- He said you'd tell me things.

- Oh, Beau, stop.

- Would I lie to you?

- [Telephone Ringing]

Was Darby with you

Friday night?

- Just let it go.

- [Ringing Continues]

I don't want you

seeing him anymore.

Do we have to

talk about this now?

I don't want you

going into Reno.

We can put the music lessons

on hold for a while.

[Jack]

Margaret? It's Tom.

Yes.

Tom, it's Margaret.

It's good to hear you too.

Everything's fine.

We're all fine. What?

I can't hear you.

Yeah, Dylan's helping me.

He's making X's on the calendar.

Don't you disappoint him.

Beau...

Well, hold on a sec.

He's right here.

Hi.

I'm fine.

Yeah, same stuff.

Yeah, school, water polo,

you know.

No, no.

No answers yet.

No, Wesleyan

lost my transcripts.

Yeah.

I'm not playing as much as I'd like,

but I'm enjoying the classes.

No, the drive's been fine.

Yeah, I miss you too.

[Keyboard Keys Clacking]

[Keyboard Keys Clacking]

[Clattering]

[Clattering Continues]

- [Gravel Hitting Glass]

- [Window Opening]

Are you crazy?

That's my mother's room!

- It's me.

- Yeah, I can see that.

- What do you say?

You wanna have some fun?

- No!

- Just go away.

You're gonna wake everyone up.

- Come on!

Shh! Just go away.

Someone's gonna see you.

Hey, I came all the way

from Reno.

- Come on.

- All right.

Quiet.

Just be quiet.

I'll be right down.

Don't move.

You make a sound,

I'm gonna drown you in the lake.

Come on.

Whatever you say, lover.

[Darby]

Light a match or something.

Ah. Much better.

- I'm sorry about my mother.

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