The Deep End Page #4

We think your son is mixed up

in a murder. That's the point.

- I think you should go now.

- Have you been listening to me?

No, l-I really...

I think you should go.

Will you just shut up?

What... What's wrong with you?

You think this is a game?

That I've come to chat?

To offer advice? What... to warn you?

Does it work,

your video machine?

- Put this in.

- L-l...

I said,

put it in the machine!

It belonged to Darby.

He owed us money.

We thought it worthless,

but not now.

Now it has value.

Now we are sure

it has value.

- So, play it.

- It's playing.

[Moaning]

Like movies?

- Please shut it off. Please.

- Forty minutes...

of budding sexuality.

$50,000 by tomorrow,

or there'll be a copy

with the Tahoe police.

Where do you expect me to get

$50,000 in 24 hours?

- That's not our problem.

- And how do I know that's the only copy?

You don't.

That's the position you're in.

Come up with the money,

you'll own the tape.

You don't want the police...

involved any more than they are now.

Margaret?

For the love of God, you gotta talk

to those cleaners about these stains.

Oh, sorry.

I didn't realize...

- Jack Hall.

- Alek Spera.

Jack, Mr. Spera...

has, uh... he's helped Tom

with some things.

Spera?

From the air station?

Please don't come back here.

I'll meet you in town, anywhere,

- just not here, not around my family.

- All right.

- The post office?

- Yes, okay, that's fine.

Okay. Tomorrow, 5:00.

And remember, Mrs. Hall,

$50,000.

I have the kids.

Okay, 4:
00.

[Beau]

Mom?

I'm not going to practice today.

I just can't.

Can you call the school...

and let them know?

L- I don't wanna talk to anyone.

Not now.

Well, my-my husband is,

as I explained to you,

he's in the navy,

he's on a boat.

He's somewhere in the middle

of the North Atlantic.

It's just not possible for me to,

uh, to get a signature from him.

I mean, what can I say?

Well, you cosigned

the mortgage,

so you and your husband will both

have to sign on any future encumbrance.

Now, if it isn't possible to reach

your husband by fax, perhaps we can...

I need the money tomorrow.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

[Dylan, Beau Chattering]

[Water Splashing]

- Here you go, bud.

- Thank you, Beau.

You're the best.

[Margaret]

Yes. I'm sorry. No, of course

I'm talking about a current balance.

No, no, 3-0-1-5-5.

Account number 4-8-7-4-3-9...

No, I'm trying to determine

my credit limit.

The available credit, please.

No, no, 3-3-0-1-5-5...

Jack, I didn't know you... Can you

hold on a minute? Your laundry, Jack.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, these damn tweezers.

- I thought I might have

my lunch early today.

- All right, I'll bring it up.

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