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
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.
- 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.
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...
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