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hwpThe Deep End Script
[ Door Buzzer Buzzing ]
[ Buzzing Continues ]
Im looking for Darby Reese.
Does he know youre coming?
No, he doesnt.
[ Chuckles ]
- [ Door Closes ]
- [ Techno ]
Darby.
Someones moms
here to see you.
Yeah, all right.
All right, yeah.
Whod you say you are?
Margaret Hall.
Hell be right down.
[ Door Opens, Closes ]
How bout this?
- Mother of Beau.
- Mr. Reese?
Youre younger than I expected.
Please, sit.
I want you to stay away
from my son.
Does Beau know youre here?
- Dyl, where are your sneakers?
- Dont know.
Please find them, sweetheart.
Youll catch a cold.
Oh, Jack!
Im sorry.
Margaret, where on earth
is that damned remote?
I-I-I dont know.
Um--
Oh, broken, isnt it?
Didnt Dylan step on it last night?
Oh, for the love of Pete.
Try the one in the study.
I think itll work.
And where is Mr. Dylan?
Hes 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 dont know.
[ Geese Honking ]
[ Police Radio, Indistinct ]
[ Door Opens ]
Been gone a while, kiddo.
I went to Reno today.
I know. He called.
Im goin upstairs.
- May I come in?
- [ Trumpet ]
May I come in?
- I need to talk to you.
- You need to talk to everybody lately.
- Please, dont be glib.
- Like I told you, hes my friend.
- Thats all.
- Well, he may not be the friend
you think he is.
Hes just a guy, all right?
Its just a place.
You have got to talk to me
about the drinking.
I shouldnt have been driving.
Im sorry.
You shouldnt have been drinking
or visiting nightclubs.
- Are we through?
- No.
You couldve been killed
in that accident.
I know youre
having difficulty.
- If youre having feelings--
- I dont know what it is...
you think I feel, but youre blowing
this whole thing out of proportion.
He offered to stay away
from you.
- What?
- For money.
He said if I paid him,
hed stay away.
Five thousand dollars.
- I dont believe you.
- Im sorry. Its true.
- He said youd 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 dont want you
seeing him anymore.
Do we have to
talk about this now?
I dont want you
going into Reno.
We can put the music lessons
on hold for a while.
[Jack ]
Margaret? Its Tom.
Yes.
Tom, its Margaret.
Its good to hear you too.
Everythings fine.
Were all fine. What?
I cant hear you.
Yeah, Dylans helping me.
Hes making Xs on the calendar.
Dont you disappoint him.
Beau--
Well, hold on a sec.
Hes right here.
Hi.
Im fine.
Yeah, same stuff.
Yeah, school, water polo,
you know.
No, no.
No answers yet.
No, Wesleyan
lost my transcripts.
Yeah.
Im not playing as much as Id like,
but Im enjoying the classes.
No, the drives been fine.
Yeah, I miss you too.
[Keyboard Keys Clacking]
[ Keyboard Keys Clacking ]
[ Clattering ]
[ Clattering Continues ]
- [ Gravel Hitting Glass ]
- [ Window Opening ]
Are you crazy?
Thats my mothers room!
- Its m e.
- Y ea h, I ca n see that.
- What do you say?
You wanna have some fun?
- No!
- Just go away.
Youre gonna wake everyone up.
- Come on!
Shh! Just go away.
Someones gonna see you.
Hey, I came all the way
from Reno.
- Come on.
- All right.
Quiet.
Just be quiet.
Ill be right down.
Dont move.
You make a sound,
Im gonna drown you in the lake.
Come on.
Whatever you say, lover.
[Darby]
Light a match or something.
Ah. Much better.
- Im 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? Thats all.
- She doesnt really know--
- She knows. Believe me.
- Why-Why are you saying that?
- Beau-Beau.
Shes a mother, not a moron.
Shut up.
She was bound to find out sooner or
later. Thats the way these things work.
Look, I just dont want you
talking to her anymore, okay?
- Or to anyone else, for that matter.
- All right.
- No, no one. Im serious.
Its my business.
- All right.
- 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? Whatd she tell you?
Did she ask you
to stay away from me?
- I believe she did.
- And?
And l--
All right, l--
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?
- Its only money.
Dont take it so personally.
- Get off me.
- Look, I need money.
Havent you noticed...
- Get off me. Get off me.
- I tend to overindulge?
- I said, dont touch me!
That hurt, you little fuck.
Hey, come on.
Come on.
Look, Im sorry, all right?
- Im sorry. Beau--
- Get off my arm.
[ Laughing]Jesus, Beau,
youre not being a very good host.
Get out.
Get out of here.
Easy, tiger.
- Get the fuck outta here.
- [ Laughing ] That hurt.
Hey, Beau. Beau.
Beau, come on. Come on.
Beau-- Beau.
