The Deep End

I'm looking for Darby Reese.

Does he know you're coming?

No, he doesn't.

- (DOOR CLOSES) - (TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)

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.

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?

I... I... 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.

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.

Been gone a while, kiddo.

I went to Reno today.

I know. He called.

I'm goin' upstairs.

- May I come in? - (TRUMPET PLAYING)

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.

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.

- (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.

Light a match or something.

Ah. Much better.

- I'm sorry about my mother. - (CHUCKLES)

I thought I was your little secret. Imagine my surprise.

No, she knew I was at the club Friday night. All right? That's all.

- She doesn't really know... - She knows. Believe me.

- Why... Why are you saying that? - Beau-Beau.

She's a mother, not a moron.

Shut up.

She was bound to find out sooner or later. That's the way these things work.

Look, I just don't want you talking to her anymore, okay?

- Or to anyone else, for that matter. - All right.

No, no one. I'm serious. It's my business.

- If I choose to tell... - Whatever you want, precious.

What did you talk to her about?

- What did you say to her? - Nothing.

Well, not much.

You gotta relax, beauty.

Why? What'd she tell you?

Did she ask you to stay away from me?

- I believe she did. - And?

And I...

All right, I...

I told her I might be amenable

to a little... negotiation.

Friendly to an offer.

Beau?

To stop seeing me?

- Of course I was lying. You know that. - I know what?

That you tried to steal money from my mother?

It's only money. Don't take it so personally.

- Look, I need money. Haven't you noticed... - Get off me. Get off me.

- I tend to overindulge? - I said, don't touch me!

That hurt, you little fuck.

Hey, come on. Come on.

Look, I'm sorry, all right?

- I'm sorry. Beau... - Get off my arm.

Jesus, Beau, you're not being a very good host.

Get out. Get out of here.

Easy, tiger.

Get the fuck outta here.

That hurt.

Hey, Beau. Beau. Beau, come on. Come on.

Beau... Beau.

Jesus, Beau.

Beau, what...

Sweetheart, what happened?

Beau?

I thought I was the only one up.

- You're sure I shouldn't go? - Yes. I'll be right back.

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.

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.

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!

- 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) 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.

- (ENGINE STARTS) - (TECHNO ON RADIO)

- 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?