Deep Water (2022) | Transcript

A well-to-do husband who allows his wife to have affairs in order to avoid a divorce becomes a prime suspect in the disappearance of her lovers.
Deep Water (2022)

Director: Adrian Lyne
Stars: Ben Affleck, Ana de Armas, Tracy Letts, Grace Jenkins, Dash Mihok

Vic and Melinda Van Allen are a couple in the small town of Little Wesley. Their loveless marriage is held together only by a precarious arrangement whereby, in order to avoid the messiness of divorce, Melinda is allowed to take any number of lovers as long as she does not desert her family. Vic becomes fascinated with the unsolved murder of one of Melinda’s former lovers, Malcolm McRae, and, in order to successfully drive away her current fling, takes credit for the killing. When the real murderer is apprehended, Vic’s claims are interpreted by the community as dark jokes.

* * *

(“Before I Ever Met You” by BANKS plays)

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing)

(instruments join in)

♪ Everyone knows I’m right about one thing ♪

♪ You and I don’t work out ♪

(vocalizing)

♪ You bring out the mean in me ♪

♪ I bring out your insecurities ♪

♪ You know what I am talking about ♪

♪ ♪

(vocalizing)

(music stops)

What?

Nothing.

(birds chirping)

(music resumes)

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing continues)

(song ends)

Alexa, play “Old MacDonald.”

(Alexa chimes, song plays)

♪ Old MacDonald had a farm ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ And on his farm he had some ducks ♪

Trixie!

♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

(doorbell rings)

♪ With a quack quack here ♪

♪ And a quack quack there ♪

Trixie, I’m not kidding.

♪ Here a quack, there a quack, everywhere a quack quack ♪

♪ Old MacDonald had a farm ♪

Hey.

Hey.

MELINDA: Turn it off.

♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ And on his farm he had some cows ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

I’m so, so sorry I’m late, Mr. Van Allen.

♪ With a moo moo here… ♪

It’s okay. Melinda’s… It’s okay, Melinda’s still getting ready.

♪ Old MacDonald had a farm ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O. ♪

Alexa, stop!

(Alexa chimes, music stops)

(laughs quietly)

Don’t play that shit ever again, please.

Vic, can you come here?

What?

I need your help.

Alexa, play “Old MacDonald” again.

(Alexa chimes, song plays)

♪ Old MacDonald had a farm ♪

Trixie, you’re going to drive your mom crazy, you know that?

I know.

(chuckles)

♪ And on his farm he had some ducks ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

VIC: Have a seat.

♪ With a quack quack here ♪

Hey, Trixie.

♪ And a quack quack there, here a quack… ♪

(song continues low in background)

(Vic sighs)

Don’t look at the mess. Look at me.

Yes.

I don’t know, I just…

Should I wear this or this?

Um…

No? You don’t like either?

No, I’m just thinking.

Hmm?

I think you look beautiful in the dress you have on.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

(Melinda sighs)

With what shoe?

The black shoes I got you in New York.

Okay.

Go get them.

Please.

(softly): Sure.

Do you know I love you?

Come on.

Let’s go.

(“Sneakin’ Sally Through the Alley” by Robert Palmer playing)

♪ Sneakin’ Sally through the alley ♪

(loud crowd chatter)

♪ Trying to keep her out of sight ♪

MAN: Enjoy.

♪ Sneakin’ Sally through the alley… ♪

We asked her and she chose public school.

You let her choose?

VIC: Mm-hmm.

She’s six.

I was kicked out of so many schools growing up, I’m just grateful she wants an education.

You aren’t worried about competition for college?

VIC: College?

The kid’s brilliant. The worst thing we could do is send her to college.

(Melinda laughs)

♪ ♪

(crowd chatter)

Joel.

BARTENDER: So, uh, how you doing tonight?

Hmm?

No, I was just asking how you’re doing tonight.

I’ll let you know after a few more of these.

♪ Oh, when up pops the queen ♪

♪ Trying to double talk, get myself in trouble talk ♪

♪ Catching myself in lies ♪

♪ Catch myself in lies ♪

♪ Mama just looked at me as if I was, ah, crazy… ♪

(band playing “Walking Blues”)

♪ I woke up this mornin’, lookin’ round for my shoes, yeah ♪

♪ You know that I have them old walkin’ blues… ♪

JOEL: Whoo.

(low music playing)

♪ He got Elgin movement from his head down to his toes ♪

♪ I bet he can make himself a dollar anywhere he goes ♪

♪ He got the Elgin movement… ♪

(low music plays)

♪ ♪

(rock riff plays)

(low chatter)

Yo.

Yo. How’s it going?

I’m getting a lot of cleavage action tonight.

Hmm. I see that.

(laughing)

MARY: Is that Joel with Melinda?

VIC: Yeah.

They’ve really hit it off in a short amount of time, haven’t they?

I guess they have.

(laughs) Hello, Mr. Boring.

Why don’t you dance?

I’d hate to ruin your evening.

You know he’s only here because she asked Jess and Grant to invite him here.

She can invite whoever she wants.

Vic… they fucking?

Should we ask them?

Vic.

They’re friends.

Aren’t they just.

(clicks tongue, inhales deeply)

I’m gonna just blurt it out, okay?

Okay.

A few of us are concerned.

You’re concerned?

Yes.

That they’re fucking?

(laughs quietly)

What if your concerns aren’t my concerns?

Look, you adore her and everyone knows it.

I love her.

She loves you, too.

You’re good, Vic.

We just don’t want you out here looking foolish.

I’ll stay off the dance floor.

(laughs)

GRANT: Vic. Hey.

I’m sorry to interrupt, Mary, my bad, but, uh, Melinda’s drunk and she’s standing on top of my piano.

That concerns me.

Yeah.

Whoo.

(people cheering)

MELINDA: I like dancing though.

You could dance if you want.

(excited chatter)

Ya, ya, ya. Okay, okay.

I-I don’t know how to give toasts, so I’m going to climb down from this piano and how about if I play a song.

(whoops, cheers)

Yeah?

My husband’s good at giving toasts.

PARTYGOER: Yeah, Vic!

(shouts, cheers)

(plays gentle melody)

MELINDA (laughing): Okay.

Oh.

(singing “Via Con Me” in Italian)

(others joining in): ♪ It’s wonderful, it’s wonderful ♪

♪ It’s wonderful ♪

♪ Good luck, my baby ♪

♪ It’s wonderful, it’s wonderful ♪

♪ It’s wonderful ♪

♪ I dream of you ♪

♪ Chips, chips ♪

♪ Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo, ci-boom, ci-boom, boom ♪

♪ Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo ♪

♪ Ci-boom, ci-boom, boom ♪

♪ Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo. ♪

(song ends)

(whoops)

(cheering, applause)

♪ Chips, chips ♪

Whoo! ♪ Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo ♪

♪ Ci-boom, ci-boom, boom. ♪

WOMAN: Yes!

(cheering)

Thanks so much.

No problem.

Good to see you, Vic.

Hey, uh, two of those St-Germains with the champagne drink things.

BARTENDER: Got you right there, boss.

Thank you.

BARTENDER: No problem.

How you doin’, Vic?

I’m fine. How are you?

Eh, hangin’ in there, bro.

I just want to tell you two things, okay?

Okay.

I really want to repay you for your abundant hospitality, you and your wife, as, you know, a stranger to the area.

Sure.

You’ve both been really cool.

Really cool.

The second?

Huh?

The second thing you wanted to…

Oh, man.

I wanted to say, you’re a brick for how nice you are about me seeing your wife.

(short laugh) Seeing my wife.

It’s good to have a friend.

I mean, it’s all innocent, of course, you know, but some guys, some husbands, they get a little…

Yeah, jealous.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Have you been around here long enough where you’ve heard the name Martin McRae?

Uh, the guy… yeah, the guy who’s gone missing.

He saw a lot of my wife.

What does that mean?

He started seeing a lot of my wife.

You suggesting…?

They were friends.

You want me to believe you did something to Martin McRae?

I killed him.

Does Melinda know?

Oh, God, no.

She’d be horrified.

All right, bro, considering he was a friend of yours, I don’t think it’s very funny to joke about…

He wasn’t a friend of mine.

A friend of your wife’s.

(chuckles): Well… that’s obviously something different, isn’t it?

Are you, like, threatening me?

Do you feel threatened?

I don’t believe you.

Then don’t.

(“Dancing on My Own” by Robyn plays)

(crowd chatter)

I’ll be right back.

Joel?

JOEL: I’m going home.

What?

I’ll call you tomorrow.

MELINDA: What happened?

♪ But I’m not the guy you’re taking home ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ I keep dancing on my own ♪

♪ I keep dancing on… ♪

(music continues muffled)

(people cheering)

(balloons popping)

MELINDA: What did you say to Joel?

Nothing.

(laughs)

You must’ve said something.

No.

I didn’t say anything.

Well, I saw you talking.

What were you talking about?

Bedbugs, maybe? No, that was Mary.

(Melinda sighs)

You’re so weird.

Would you like to get in the car?

You must’ve said something… ’cause he was different after he talked to you.

I promise you, I didn’t.

I don’t believe you.

♪ ♪

(door closes)

VIC: So, uh… five hours, right?

CHELSEA: Yeah.

VIC: That’s a hundred.

Mm-hmm.

Venmo. I-I’ll give you 200. How’s that?

Oh, sure.

Melinda, what are you doing?

I’m gonna make coffee.

I’ll make you coffee.

Go to bed. You’re drunk.

I can do it.

No, it’s fine. I…

Melinda… you’re naked.

What are you doing?

What?

The babysitter’s standing right there.

VIC: The babysitter.

(Melinda scoffs)

So what?

It’s not appropriate.

Jesus Christ.

America is so suffocating.

(Melinda sighs)

Sorry about that.

My wife’s… a whole nother culture.

Yeah, it’s okay.

(Melinda sighs)

Thank you.

I wish you’d pick someone with some more brains.

Is that what interests you in a woman?

Her intelligence?

That’s one of the things, yes.

Is that why you picked me?

For my brains?

You’re very smart, Melinda.

Yeah.

Not in a way you respect.

Joel might be dumb, but me makes me enjoy who I am.

(sighs) And that turns me on.

♪ ♪

Vic.

Close the door on your way out.

(crickets chirping)

♪ ♪

(misters spraying)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(whirring)

(pills rattle)

Thank you.

Stick with it, Trix.

(toy whirring)

Did you know I had it on there wrong?

Were you going to tell me?

I didn’t need to tell you, did I?

In no time, you’ll be like your dad, building bombs.

(quietly): Hmm.

(toy whirs)

TRIXIE: Dad doesn’t build bombs.

He made a computer chip.

(“You Make Me Feel Like Dancing” by Leo Sayer playing)

♪ You’ve got a cute way of talking ♪

♪ You’ve got the better of me ♪

♪ Just hold me tight ♪

♪ And leave on the light ♪

♪ ‘Cause I don’t wanna go home ♪

♪ You’ve put a spell on me ♪

♪ I’m right where you want me to be ♪

VIC and TRIXIE: ♪ You make me feel like dancing… ♪

VIC: So, you have music today, right?

(kids chattering)

TRIXIE: Yes.

VIC: Does that mean violin?

Yes.

Will that be fun?

Yes.

VIC (chuckles): Okay.

Have a good day. I love you!

Love you!

MAN: Your mom is gonna get you after school, all right?

CHILD: I’m coming!

(chattering continues)

KRISTIN: Vic!

Vic!

What?

You’re running around murdering people and you don’t call me to help cover up the crime scene?

It was a joke.

Yeah.

I should fucking hope so.

How’d you hear about it?

(sighs) I’ve heard about it from so many people now, I honest to God don’t remember who told me first.

Jesus Christ.

But, boy, did it work.

(Kristin chuckling)

Thanks.

I don’t think I would kill somebody for sleeping with my wife.

Who says they slept together?

Vic, I don’t mean to be the bearer of bad news, but… it’s pretty obvious.

Isn’t that why you threatened him?

I didn’t threaten anybody.

Okay, look, man, I-I don’t know, man.

Look, coming from somebody who loves and respects you, you gotta reign Melinda in, man.

Like, this isn’t the first time.

The fact she’s comfortable, like, flaunting all these relationships around in front of us, is fucked up.

Yes, she’s a fucked up person.

I knew it. I knew it since the moment I saw Joel leave that you had done something disgusting ’cause you’re a fucking snake.

It was stupid.

Fucking stupid.

And Martin was my friend… and I miss him.

(voice breaks): That is…

That’s not something you joke about.

It was a bad idea and I knew it right when it came out of my mouth.

You…

I’m really sorry.

You are not just going to apologize to me.

You’re going to apologize to Joel.

(sighs) I already spoke to him.

He’s leaving on Saturday, so I invited him over for dinner on Friday.

(Melinda spits)

(water running)

VIC: Joel, good to see you.

Dinner’s almost ready.

Melinda wanted to cook, but, uh, Trixie banned her from the stove for two weeks.

It’s a long story.

Is Melinda here?

Melinda? No.

Just you and me.

Why, is that awkward?

I’m just fucking with you. (laughing)

Yeah, come on in.

So, uh, come on in.

Get you a drink?

Vodka soda?

Uh, yeah.

Make yourself at home.

Have a seat.

Thanks.

Who’s that?

That is Joel Dash.

He’s a friend of your mom’s.

Kind of like Martin McRae.

Remember him?

Dry your hands and take this out to Joel.

Thank you.

(calling): No lime, right?

JOEL: Uh, no lime for me, thanks.

Thank you.

So, you’re leaving tomorrow?

JOEL: Uh, yeah.

You know, I got a job in New Mexico.

It’s a good one.

Pays well.

Pretty exciting.

VIC: Sounds it.

(chair thuds)

Well, Last Supper it is.

Making an old family recipe, lobster bisque.

Hint of tang, not too creamy.

I think you’re gonna love it.

I’m actually allergic to shellfish.

What?

Yeah, I can’t eat it.

You’re kidding me.

All… any shellfish?

No.

MELINDA: I’ve always wanted to visit New Mexico.

Yeah.

I mean, I’m going to be working in Albuquerque, which is a little bit different from Santa Fe.

VIC: Hmm.

Santa Fe is probably more charming, I think.

I definitely want to visit Santa Fe ’cause I heard the same thing, it’s beautiful.

MELINDA: Yeah.

Well, maybe we’ll come visit.

Uh, yeah, I mean, I-I don’t know how big my place is going to be, so…

Joel, I think if we came and visited, (laughs) we’d probably stay in a hotel.

Oh, right, right.

How’s the grilled cheese?

Actually, it’s amazing.

Oh, good.

MELINDA: Can I have some?

Yeah.

A bite?

I don’t like lobster bisque.

(bread crunching)

Oh, my God.

Right? (laughs)

This is amazing.

Melinda kind of has the palate of a 12-year-old.

Our first date, I took her to the best restaurant in the city and she ordered mac and cheese.

MELINDA: Yeah.

It’s like he was ashamed to be with me.

No, I just realized you were ordering off the children’s menu to save room for alcohol.

You see, Vic never drinks.

I drink sometimes.

Sometimes I think he’s not normal.

‘Cause normal people can let go.

You wish that I were normal, Melinda?

My God, all the time.

‘Cause if I were normal, I don’t think Joel would be over here having dinner with us.

You don’t have to be rude.

I’m not being rude.

I made lobster bisque.

(sets spoon in bowl)

Um…

(Melinda sighs)

If you guys don’t mind, I’m gonna run to the restroom.

VIC: Good call.

Trixie.

Baby, I think it’s time for bed.

TRIXIE: Okay.

VIC: Did you finish that, baby?

You know, your dad is gonna read you a bunch of bedtime stories.

Wouldn’t you like that?

TRIXIE: Yeah.

Okay?

TRIXIE: Okay.

Can you come give your mama a kiss?

Mmm.

Don’t let him skip pages.

(quietly): He can be sneaky like that.

Good night.

VIC: “Bedtime Olie is sleeping now without a care.

The end. Zzz…”

Why is Mom so different around other people?

You think Mom’s different?

Yeah. Don’t you?

I think that’s just who she is.

But how can it be who she is if she’s different?

Mm, because people are strange and grown-ups are complex.

I don’t like Joel.

I know.

Go to sleep, baby shark, okay?

(“Sideways” by Citizen Cope playing low)

(Melinda laughing)

♪ ♪

(Melinda moans)

♪ ♪

♪ That these feelings won’t go away ♪

♪ They’ve been knockin’ me sideways ♪

(Melinda laughs)

♪ They’ve been knockin’ me out lately ♪

MELINDA: Come here.

♪ Whenever you come around me ♪

♪ These feelings won’t go away ♪

♪ They’ve been knockin’ me sideways ♪

♪ I keep thinking in a moment that ♪

♪ Time will take them away… ♪

Vic.

Um, you don’t have to do the dishes now.

I know you’re tired.

Actually, I’m wide awake.

(laughs softly)

It’s okay.

I’ll do them in the morning.

I’m going to get you another drink.

JOEL: Uh, thanks.

♪ And flowers they bloom ♪

♪ And I’m telling you ♪

♪ I’m telling you ♪

Can you please give this to Joel?

I’m going to leave you two alone for a bit, okay?

♪ ♪

Ooh.

Here you go.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

I understand why you were acting like that.

I’m not trying to imasculine…

Re… remasculate you.

What?

I mean, don’t you want to apologize?

Why would I do that?

Because you said you killed Martin McRae.

I can’t apologize for that, Joel.

I did kill Martin McRae.

I hit him with a hammer.

(phone buzzing)

Oh.

Look at that.

Your Uber’s here.

I didn’t order one.

I did.

Let’s go.

(band playing “Percolatin’ Blues”)

(lively chatter)

♪ Oh, baby, what’s that I hear? ♪

So, you’re a writer. What do you write?

Uh, short stories mostly, but, uh, screenplays as well.

Oh.

You write movies?

Well, I’ve sold a couple of scripts, one that may actually get made.

Hollywood, you know, they develop stuff for years and years.

What’s it about?

Myself, mainly.

It’s a movie about you?

Yeah, it’s loosely based on me.

It’s about a writer.

Uh, you know, a young guy, uh, writes noir fiction and, uh, he uncovers a vast conspiracy in his town.

Uh, it… I think it’s interesting.

It’s got a fresh tone.

So, uh, what do you do?

Uh, not much.

A lot of, you know, small things.

I, uh, build web apps.

Thank you.

Publish a magazine of poetry and photography, and, you know.

Most of the time I just ride my mountain bike and hang out with our daughter.

You get paid to ride around on your mountain bike?

VIC (laughs): I wish.

I retired.

KELLY: Oh, wow.

From what?

He built the chip for drones that help them find the people they blow up.

Right?

DON: Wow.

Drone warfare. That’s… (chuckles)

That’s kind of a moral gray area, isn’t it?

Well, not if you’re just making the chip.

KELLY: Don, let’s not get into politics.

Yeah, but the-the chip is used to kill people.

Eh, sometimes used to kill innocent people.

Or used to find starving children and drop food off to them.

DON: Yeah.

But they don’t.

No. They don’t.

GRANT: Look, but the moral of the story is,

Vic is a genius and he’s rich as fuck.

(laughter)

Vic?

Vic Van Allen?

Yeah.

DON: Oh. Okay.

Yeah, I know exactly who you are.

Oh.

You killed Martin McRae.

KRISTIN: Oh, my God. It’s a joke.

JONAS: Oh, come on.

It was a joke.

JONAS: Really?

Funny.

(band playing jazzy melody)

KELLY: Your wife is so beautiful.

Do you like to dance?

(scoffs) I love to dance.

Really?

Let’s dance.

Okay.

♪ ♪

You ever seen Vic dance before? Ever?

No, I didn’t know he can dance.

Did you know he could dance?

No.

Is that Vic dancing?

Seriously.

Um… yes.

JEN: I didn’t know he could dance.

Oh.

Don’t be mean. He loves…

(laughter)

He loves dancing.

JEN: That’s so surprising.

KRISTIN: Yeah.

♪ ♪

JONAS: Wow, they’re just gonna get dizzy.

Oh, oh, oh. Okay.

Oh, oh. Oh, hey.

GRANT: Oh, he even gave her a dip.

JONAS: Oh, boy. Oh, damn.

I hope his knee don’t give out.

I know…

You know he got a bad knee.

(laughing)

You looked like you were having fun dancing with Kelly Wilson.

Yeah. It was fun.

She’s very attractive, don’t you think?

(sighs)

Yeah, I guess so.

You want to fuck her?

(chuckles softly)

That wasn’t the first thing that crossed my mind, no.

But it did cross your mind.

I mean… like, yes, at a certain point, you think, well, I guess I could, you know, fuck this person.

But…

(Melinda moans)

Do you think she’d be a better fuck than me?

Ow! What was that for?

‘Cause the answer was yes.

No, it wasn’t.

Ow! Fuck, Melinda.

You’re gonna get us killed.

Well, if you think Kelly Wilson is a better fuck than me, then I don’t mind killing us both.

(scoffs) I didn’t say that.

But you thought it.

(buckle clicks)

Don’t touch me.

(both moaning and panting)

You kiss my ass.

Yeah.

Yes.

(Melinda moaning)

Do you want to fuck me?

Yes.

Oh, come here.

(Melinda moaning)

(Vic grunting)

(kids chattering)

(spectators cheering)

Get in there, Trix.

Go, Trixie.

Go, go, go, go.

(spectators exclaim)

GIRL: Shit.

(Melinda sighs)

I’m telling you, the other team’s at least 12 years old.

They don’t look 12 years old.

They fucking look 12 years old.

Stop it.

(excited chattering)

GIRL: Yay, Trixie!

(phone ringing)

Hello?

MAN: Hi. Is this Mr. Van Allen?

Yeah.

This is Rick from Whitmore Bank calling about Melinda Van Allen’s account.

Yes.

There were insufficient funds to cover the check that was issued last Thursday.

How old are you?

Okay, who was it drawn to?

RICK: To a Mr. Charles De Lisle.

What was the amount?

It was $3,000.

Does it say what it was for?

The memo line says, “Piano lessons.”

Right.

It makes perfect sense.

RICK: If you add additional funds to the account, we can waive the $50 overdraft fee.

Thank you. I would appreciate that.

No problem, sir.

Could you spell the recipient’s last name, please?

VIC: Hi. Yeah, I’m just wondering, uh, do you guys have live music in the evenings, by any chance?

You don’t.

(clicks tongue) All right, that’s a shame.

Hi. Yeah, I’m wondering, do you guys have live music in the evenings?

Hey, is this the Oak Tree Lounge?

Yeah, I’m calling to see if you guys have live music.

You do.

What’s his name?

(crowd chatter)

(piano playing “The Lady Is a Tramp”)

♪ ♪

(low): ♪ That’s why the lady is a tramp. ♪

(whispers): No.

♪ ♪

(song fades)

Dad!

(door closing)

Chelsea’s teaching me how to play poker.

Good. That’ll come in handy.

TV REPORTER: In national news, Congress has voted to allocate more funds to the military’s drone program.

The motion aims to not only expand the program but also to include and refine the current targeting system.

The vote comes in the wake of a successful strike on an ISIS weapons storehouse just outside of Kabul this past Thursday.

Now, opponents of the bill warned this news will only increase tensions overseas.

And in breaking news, police have found the body of Martin McRae, the 33-year-old man who went missing from his apartment last spring.

McRae’s body was found in the woods in La Bouche Parish.

He had been shot to death.

Stay tuned for your latest in weather coming up after the break.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(Melinda sighs)

(door closes)

How was your night?

Magnificent.

Where’d you go?

To have dinner with a new friend.

(laughs): I think you’re going to like him.

And then… I don’t remember what we did, but it was really awesome.

And I think I drank a lot, so don’t be angry.

I see.

Let me help you.

Come on.

Come on.

(Melinda grunts)

Melinda…

(kissing)

Sweetie, I have to tell you something.

Ooh-ooh.

What did I do?

They found Martin McRae.

He’s dead.

♪ ♪

I’m sorry.

Are you?

(dogs barking)

Dad?

Mm-hmm?

Can we call him Roger?

You can try.

Look after her.

VIC: Oh.

Ready?

Careful.

You got him? Okay?

Huh?

Thanks a lot.

(dogs barking)

TRIXIE: Dad, I think he smells like poop.

(Vic chuckles)

Dad?

Mm-hmm?

Do you think Mom’s okay?

Yeah.

She may be a little sad about her friend, but she’s okay.

What about you?

Dad?

Yeah, baby, I’m fine.

(playing over speakers): ♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ With a quack quack here and a quack quack there ♪

♪ Here a quack, there a quack, everywhere a quack quack ♪

♪ Old MacDonald had a farm ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ Old MacDonald had a farm ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ And on his farm he had some cows ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ With a moo moo… ♪

I’m glad the police caught that guy.

Yeah.

You know, put to rest all the talk, you know.

What talk? I didn’t hear any talk.

Oh, there’s definitely been talk.

(scattered applause)

CHARLIE: Thank you.

Hey, nice work. You sound great.

Thank you.

That dude can play the keys.

Yeah. He’s been giving Melinda lessons.

Oh, he’s been giving Melinda lessons.

Yeah.

(water running)

(water continues running)

♪ ♪

(water continues running)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(door lock clicks)

Where’s Trixie?

I took her to Janey’s.

Is there any coffee?

You want to tell me why you didn’t come home last night?

(sighs)

Not really.

You want to tell me why you cut a check for $3,000 to Charles De Lisle?

Not really.

Okay.

You want to tell me what the fuck you’re doing?

Finally some emotion.

You’re drunk. You have no idea how unattractive it is.

Really?

Yeah.

Well, I think you’re jealous.

I think you’re acting like a child.

Don’t you find that appealing?

No, not at all.

Then why are you waiting up all night like a parent?

(Melinda sighs)

Is that what I’m doing?

What do you want to know?

Where I was?

What I did?

Because I’ll tell you everything.

I’m not interested in the details, Melinda.

Well, now you’re really full of shit.

(scoffs) Really?

You want to know if I’m fucking him?

Ask me.

(scoffs)

You want to know if he makes me come?

Or you want to know how I make him come?

He left a bruise.

You want to see?

(quietly): We have a child. We have a family.

That was your choice.

I want you to stop seeing him.

Or what?

What?

You gonna divorce me?

No, because you’re gonna listen to me.

Look how assertive you’ve become.

If I didn’t know you, I’d think you’d throw me on the floor and you’d fuck me.

Huh?

Yeah?

No?

Yeah, you wouldn’t do that.

That requires a certain amount of passion, like you’d actually have to love me.

I do love you!

(Melinda sighs)

Are you in love with him?

If you were married to anyone else, you’d be so fucking bored you’d kill yourself.

♪ ♪

(muffled): ♪ I turn the radio on, but the music’s all the same ♪

♪ Well, I just wanna hear the trumpet play ♪

(loud techno music plays)

♪ Come on, y’all ♪

(screams happily)

Hey, lady. Damn.

(yells)

Come on, let’s go!

(whoops, cheering)

(excited, overlapping shouting)

♪ Mama’s in the kitchen, baby, making lemonade ♪

Really?

♪ Daddy just got home from work ♪

♪ In a suit that’s tailor-made ♪

JONAS: Oh!

(Melinda squeals)

♪ I turn the radio on ♪

♪ But the music’s all the same… ♪

(music and shouting continue in distance)

No!

(music continues loudly)

Hey!

You’re not…

You’re not winning.

(whooping, cheering)

Go!

JONAS: Oh, come on!

(loud cheering)

JONAS: Ah!

(panting)

(overlapping chatter)

MELINDA: Jen, can you turn the music off?

(tapping)

Hey, everyone, come here.

Come here. Come here.

Um, I want to introduce you to a friend of mine, Charlie De Lisle, who’s very happy to be here.

MAN: Right on.

And he’d like to play a song.

WOMAN: Oh.

Right?

I’m not playing a song. I’m not.

Come on.

(scattered clapping and cheers)

MAN: Come on.

Yeah, I promise, he’s amazing.

And he’s my teacher.

I am.

WOMAN: Okay.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen, this is just a little something.

MAN: Charlie!

(whistling)

♪ ♪

(guests exclaiming)

(Melinda whooping)

♪ ♪

Jen!

♪ ♪

(quietly): Jesus.

(quietly): Stop.

(laughs): Shh.

Charlie’s playing.

(guests shouting, whooping)

(ends with a flourish)

(applause and cheering)

(song ends)

(whooping)

(cheering)

Pardon me.

Vic.

I want to introduce you to my friend Charlie.

Hi. Yeah, I’m Charlie.

It’s-it’s nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Thanks for giving my wife piano lessons.

Yeah, no, of course.

I mean, she’s a real natural, so it’s, uh, you know, it’s my pleasure.

Have we met before?

I don’t think so.

(laughs) I think you’d both remember.

Well, pleasure.

Yeah.

Yeah, have a nice night, man. Nice to meet you.

(insects trilling)

(“Let Go” by Frou Frou plays quietly)

(woman laughs)

(man coughing)

(coughing)

MARY: Vic. Hey.

Mary.

Have you seen Melinda?

I think she’s upstairs.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(door rattles)

♪ ♪

(door opens)

(Melinda grunts)

CHARLIE (whispers): Go, go.

♪ ♪

(chattering, laughter)

(screams playfully)

(laughing)

(laughs)

(squeals)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(exclaiming, chattering)

(excited chatter)

(whooping)

(laughing)

Melinda!

(Melinda whoops)

Come in! It’s raining!

I’m making cookies! Can you come help me, please?

Sure.

Hey, Vic.

Is it raining?

Yeah.

I must be high as fuck ’cause it is raining.

I’m getting out.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ 25 pounds of tenderness ♪

♪ In each and every touch ♪

Time to pass the cookies.

♪ 25 pounds of understanding my man ♪

♪ And I don’t want to worry too much… ♪

Hello.

How are you?

MELINDA: You… hey.

I’m sorry.

You know I want this. Okay.

Yeah, okay, okay.

♪ That I can’t even name ♪

♪ And it all adds up ♪

Salud.

Looks good. Can I have one?

(sizzling)

Ow! Sh…!

Fucking dumbass.

I told you.

MARY: Dumbass. A hot cookie.

What happened?

JEN: He got greedy.

I’m fine.

You okay?

Yeah, I’m…

JEN: Look who it is. Hello.

Where have you two been?

Uh…

None of your business.

(laughter)

Ah, get away from me.

(music stops)

JONAS: All right, it’s time to change it up.

Magic, action.

Hold up. One, two.

GRANT: Oh, come on, man.

(“Hip Hop Hooray” by Naughty by Nature playing)

♪ Hey, ho ♪

(excited chattering)

♪ Hey, ho ♪

Yeah.

♪ Hey, ho ♪

♪ You drew a picture of my morning… ♪

(music continues muffled)

(“Midnight in Harlem” by Tedeschi Trucks Band playing)

I was so surprised to see you dancing with Kelly.

Why?

I just didn’t know you could.

(laughs) I can’t. I just like to.

(Mary laughs)

Now… Oh, shit.

(others exclaiming)

Fuck.

(laughter)

GRANT: Man, what’s wrong with you?

(indistinct chattering)

Maybe next time you get the itch, you should ask me.

(screaming)

(screaming)

Get his head up!

(muffled): Here you go.

I got him.

Get his legs.

Get his legs!

DON: Call 911.

VIC: I know CPR.

VIC: Okay, lay him flat on his back.

DON: Call 911, goddamn it.

JONAS: Who knows CPR?

You gotta get him on the… on the flat surface. Look out.

We gotta get him on the patio. I’ll lift him.

Okay. Get him up. One, two, three.

(men grunting)

DON: Fuck, he’s heavy.

(yells)

JEFF: The fuck is the matter with you?

I know CPR.

Look out.

Please do something.

Please do something!

What the fuck!

DON: Is somebody calling?

JONAS: Oh, fuck, is he breathing?

JEFF: I don’t think he’s breathing.

You gotta clear his airway.

JONAS: Come on, guys.

JEFF: Okay. You gotta clear his airway.

Oh, fuck.

You’re not doing it right.

You’re not doing it right.

Vic!

JEFF: Here, let me do it.

Goddamn it, you’re not even trying!

Come on, Melinda.

You’re not! You’re not even trying!

(Melinda crying)

JEFF: Melinda.

Stop it, Melinda.

Stop fucking telling me…

Melinda, calm down!

God… goddamn it!

JEN: Oh, oh.

Come on, let’s get you some Kleenex and some ice.

Come on inside.

♪ ♪

JEN: Come on, let’s go inside.

MAN: Fuck.

♪ ♪

(insects trilling)

(low, indistinct police radio transmissions)

He have a lot to drink?

VIC: Yeah, he was pretty drunk.

JONAS: Yeah.

Yeah?

Who saw him get in the pool?

Well, we were in the kitchen, and there were people in…

Yeah, yeah, we were the last two in the pool.

Yeah.

CLARK: About how long were you out of the pool?

Uh…

Not long.

Time it takes to make cookies.

Hmm.

Was there marijuana involved?

Yes, but I-I have a card.

NICHOLS: That’s not important.

We’re just trying to figure out what happened.

Vic killed him.

What?

GRANT: Ah, come on, man.

JONAS: Melinda, come on.

(scoffs) Jesus.

MELINDA: Huh?

You killed him.

VIC: Melinda…

MELINDA: Didn’t you?

Melinda.

Stop it.

Okay, nah.

MELINDA: Didn’t you?

Melinda, calm down.

You probably hit him over the head and drowned him.

GRANT: Okay, yeah, it’s really…

My wife’s upset.

I’m not fucking upset! You fucking killed him!

GRANT: Whoa, oh.

NICHOLS: Mrs. Van Allen, would you like to speak privately?

NICHOLS: Get an account from the rest of them.

GRANT (quietly): Goddamn it…

(door closes)

CLARK: Who pulled him out?

We all did.

We all did.

JEFF: We all pulled him out.

Vic and I did CPR.

But, um…

Charlie got banged against the edge of the pool, um, but Don was lifting him.

That didn’t affect the death.

Didn’t help.

And how long did you attempt to revive him, Mr. Van Allen?

As long as we had any hope he was still alive.

We alternated.

Hmm.

He was dead in the pool.

(door opens)

NICHOLS: Mr. Van Allen.

Yeah.

Would you follow me in here, please?

Sure.

I’d like to talk to Chief Nichols, too, please, privately.

(sniffs)

Was your wife sleeping with Mr. De Lisle?

I don’t know.

I don’t ask her those type of questions.

Well, that’s strange. Why is that?

‘Cause I don’t feel the need to dictate her choices.

I accept her and love her for who she is.

Well, she’s currently accusing you of murder.

I didn’t say she was always rational.

NICHOLS: Hmm.

Did you kill Mr. De Lisle?

No.

When Grant and I went inside, it was raining quite heavily.

Mr. De Lisle was clinging to the deep end of the pool.

I didn’t get the sense he was a very strong swimmer.

Grant and I went in.

I tried to steal a cookie.

(door opens)

Good night.

(Jonas sighs)

Hey.

Listen, get some rest.

Call me if you need anything.

I will.

Don’t let this get you down, all right?

Get him down? He should be down.

He should be at the bottom of that fucking pool.

(Jonas sighs)

♪ ♪

(sniffles)

(Melinda grunting, mutters)

(sobs)

(sniffling)

VIC: Thank you so much.

You know what? Just keep this.

Okay? Thanks.

Watch out for the dog.

Thank you.

(Vic sighs)

So, what now?

You want a divorce?

I can’t stand that you think you’re this much smarter than me.

I don’t think that.

If you think I killed Charlie…

…aren’t you frightened of me?

No.

Why not?

‘Cause I’m the thing you killed for.

Hmm.

(“Before I Ever Met You” by BANKS plays)

(vocalizing)

(siren wailing)

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing)

(Vic grunting)

(Charlie gasping)

♪ ♪

(panting)

(strained grunting)

(cries out)

(rain pouring)

(sighs)

(groans)

(pouring rain echoes)

(rain fades)

(rain patters quietly)

♪ ♪

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing)

(panting)

(sniffs)

(kids chattering)

VIC: You sure?

Okay.

(lively chatter)

I love you!

Love you, too!

KIDS: Love you!

Hi.

I didn’t know your kids went to this school.

They don’t.

I was actually hoping to talk to you and I didn’t want to come to the house, and, uh, I didn’t know where else to find you.

Okay.

I just want you to know that I don’t approve of what my husband’s doing.

What’s he doing?

I don’t think that talking about people behind their backs is right.

Neither do I.

I mean, it’s ridiculous for Don to keep insisting that you could’ve…

You know, with Mr. De Lisle’s accident.

And I told Don, I said, I don’t think it’s a good idea to have Melinda over to the house, but he keeps inviting her over to talk about his crazy theories.

I see.

Look, hey.

This is not your fault.

We should have you and Don over for dinner.

(quietly): Uh…

Hi.

Come in.

VIC: Hey, come on in.

MELINDA: I love them.

Oh, thanks.

Kelly, you look so beautiful, I can’t stand it.

DON: Hi.

KELLY: Oh, thank you, Vic.

Hi.

Don, thanks for coming. Come on in.

DON: Thanks for having us.

VIC: This way.

Do you know anything about snails, Don?

I can’t say I do.

A snail will climb a 12-foot wall to find its mate.

It’s the smell.

Huh.

Mind if I smoke?

Please don’t… it’ll kill ’em.

Oh, well, we don’t want that.

Don, I need you to stop telling people that I killed Charlie De Lisle.

Is that right?

(misters sputtering)

Yes. I think it’s hurting your reputation.

I think it’s hurting Kelly’s reputation.

Well, that’s funny that you’re not worried it’ll hurt yours.

(Don groans)

You know, I was gonna ask you what you think killed Charlie.

What killed him?

Well, just, who dies like that?

Accidentally in a swimming pool?

Thousands of people a year.

What do you think killed him?

I think you drowned him.

Yeah?

I heard I killed Martin McRae, too.

(misters turn off)

You said you killed him.

Did you believe me?

No.

Good for you.

I thought it was weird, though, that you said you did, that you seemed to take pleasure in it.

And that was enough for you to share my wife’s opinion?

It’s my opinion.

(drill whirs)

Would you, uh, be willing to take a lie detector test saying you didn’t kill him?

Sure. Get one.

You’re a weird guy.

So I’ve been told.

(people talking low, indistinctly nearby)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Hey, hon.

Hi.

Um, we’re having lunch.

Oh.

I was just going to get something to go, but I can join you for a second.

Hi.

Hi.

This is my husband, Vic.

Victor Van Allen.

Oh.

It’s, uh, nice to meet you.

You, too.

This is David Ricigliani.

He’s opening a practice here.

Oh. What kind of practice?

Psychotherapy.

(laughs softly)

Well, this town definitely needs that.

You think?

First practice?

Uh, no, no.

I actually closed my practice in Cheshire recently.

Upgraded.

Yeah.

I’m curious, do you think my wife has schizophrenic tendencies?

What?

Well, he’s a professional.

I thought I’d ask.

No.

It’s possible he may have some insight as to…

You’re such an asshole.

No, I don’t think so at all.

Hmm.

Do you think my husband might be psychopathic for asking you that?

Or maybe just an asshole?

(David laughs nervously)

Uh… how about, uh, couples therapy?

(Melinda laughing)

I was going to get something to go for the guys, but maybe I’ll just skip it, huh?

Hate to interrupt your lunch.

(Melinda laughs)

MELINDA: I’m used to this.

Nice to make your acquaintance, David.

You don’t happen to have a card, do you?

‘Cause I may need a psychotherapist.

Oh, uh…

No, no. I… I don’t have any on me.

VIC: Mm-hmm.

Well, I know where to find you.

(laughing)

(low conversation)

Hi.

Oh.

Oh, I’m sorry to interrupt.

I didn’t know it was dinnertime, but…

No, no, no, no, sit down, please.

This will just take a second.

Hi.

I just have a question for Don.

You know a guy named David Ricigliani?

Um…

Who’s David Ricigliani?

VIC: He’s a man your husband hired.

Who did you hire?

A private investigator.

What for?

To follow me.

This is ridiculous.

How could you do that, Don?

I made him a week ago.

I ran into him at a diner with Melinda.

Go outside, I see a telephoto lens in the back of his car.

Oh, my God.

Guy tried to tell me he was a psychotherapist.

Where’d you find this guy?

You can’t just walk into my house and accuse me, in front of my family…

Apparently, anybody can accuse anyone of anything.

Unlike you, however, Don, I have proof.

This is a bank record of a wire from my wife to your account for $743.50, which is sort of an unusual amount, so I assume you went splitsies on the retainer.

Your wife…

KELLY: Oh, my God.

KELLY: Have you lost your mind?

What the fuck were you thinking, Don?

Goldie, go inside.

Uh, this is, this is humiliating.

At least tell me where you found him.

Your wife wired that money to me.

Back of a newspaper?

KELLY: Goldie, I said inside.

It’s from your wife.

VIC: Sorry to interrupt your dinner.

KELLY: No, no, no.

Don’t you apologize for anything.

I’m the one who’s sorry.

What the hell are you apologizing to him for?

Are you kidding me, Don?

Don’t apologize to this piece of shit.

Will you stop, Don?

Goldie, I thought I told you to go inside.

She did tell you to go inside. Go inside, Goldie.

Go inside, Goldie!

Goddamn it. Who left the fucking gate open?

♪ ♪

(talking low, indistinctly)

TONY (laughs): Hey.

(kisses)

(burbling)

TRIXIE: Daddy?

VIC: Mm-hmm.

When Charlie drowned in the swimming pool, did his feet touch the bottom?

I don’t know. I wasn’t there.

Sure, you were there.

Well, I was there when we were trying to save him… everyone was… but everything happened very quickly.

But you still know what you did.

I didn’t do it, honey.

I think you’re kidding me.

VIC: I’m not.

I’m not, Trix.

(burbling)

Why won’t you tell me how you did it?

Everyone keeps asking me how you did it.

Sweetheart…

…if I did kill someone… do you know what they would do to me?

They would put me in prison for the rest of my life.

Do you understand?

I still think you drowned him.

You’re just telling me you didn’t.

Well, let’s keep that between us.

(burbling)

(tapping)

TRIXIE: Rita.

Kangaroo.

Bring sloth back in.

(phone ringing)

TRIXIE: You, you?

(Trixie chuckles, talks indistinctly)

MELINDA (quietly): Yes?

(Melinda groans)

It’s killing me.

What?

Brazil?

(gasps) I’ve never been to Brazil.

(Trixie singing “Old MacDonald Had a Farm” indistinctly)

MELINDA (quietly): Yes.

No, she would.

She’d love it.

She’ll get used to it.

What’d you say?

Oh, we can talk.

Love you.

(wood creaking)

♪ ♪

VIC: How was your night?

You don’t want to tell me?

You just don’t want to talk.

(misters spraying)

You must be Vic.

Yeah.

Tony Cameron.

Hi.

Old friend of Melinda’s.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Thank you for having me over.

Sure.

Nice space you got here.

Thank you very much.

Yeah, it’s like a science lab.

(laughs softly) Kind of.

Are those snails?

Yeah. Check it out.

TONY: Wow.

How about that?

Huh.

Um, is Melinda here?

Yeah, she’s upstairs.

All right.

All right, well, I guess I’ll see you up there.

Great.

Okay.

TONY: Yeah, so I’ve been working on, uh, building LEED-certified housing.

Oh.

Yeah.

In both-both here in the States and-and also in Brazil, actually.

That’s where our new initiative is.

‘Cause, you know, the point is, well, if we can create sustainable living spaces for people around the world, we can help create a more sustainable planet.

You know, for-for… for Trixie.

You know, for the, for the next generation.

Can I get you a drink?

I’ll take a sparkling water, if you got it.

VIC: Sure.

TONY: Thank you.

(laughs): Hi.

Hi. (chuckles)

Hi.

There you are.

Tony.

Hi.

Hi. Wow, it’s great to see you.

Hola.

Hola.

Hi. (laughs)

¿Cómo estás?

I can’t believe you’re here.

I know, it’s been a while.

It’s just crazy.

I know.

How are you?

I’m great. I’m great. Great.

You hungry?

Yeah, actually, I’m starving.

I’m starving. Well, that’s why I came over, obviously.

Starving’s good.

Yeah.

VIC: Here you go.

Thank you.

Can I help?

No.

No?

No.

All right.

MELINDA: Is he being nice?

He’s very nice. Very nice.

I was just telling him how we reconnected.

I was, I was working in the state legislature here and we started just chatting on Facebook.

I think what you’re doing is very inspiring.

Well, thank you.

If that counts.

Thank you.

Right?

I’m just…

Very admirable.

MELINDA: Yeah.

Just, I’m happy it gives me a chance to reconnect with old friends.

Fun fact: Tony was the first American I fucked.

(laughs nervously)

MELINDA: What? You blushing?

TONY: Just…

TONY (laughing): Well, it’s just…

MELINDA: Are you okay?

(both laughing)

It’s just an unnecessary amount of detail, Melinda.

Well, it’s true. What?

Wha…? Don’t worry about Vic.

He couldn’t care less.

Oh.

He’s doesn’t want to control me like a normal man.

Uh, no, I’m not normal.

TONY: As somebody who dated her, Vic, I-I really sympathize with you.

She’s-she’s a very difficult person to control.

Oh, yeah. Right?

But that’s also what makes her special.

You know that.

And then you broke up with me.

Did I?

Yes, you did.

He broke my heart.

TONY: It’s not true.

MELINDA: You did, too.

TONY: Smells great over here, by the way.

MELINDA: Thank you, thank you, thank you.

TONY: Yeah.

Mmm.

Vic, you know what we should do is get some-some snails.

(gasps)

That sounds amazing.

Garlic and a little butter?

Want me to get ’em? I can get ’em.

Come on.

No, the snails aren’t for eating.

Oh, sorry. They’re not for eat…

What are they, what are they for?

They’re not for anything.

TONY: Well, you won’t miss a dozen or so, will you?

The snails are not for eating.

MELINDA: No, he won’t. Just go get them.

I mean, they’re-they’re not like your pets, are they? (laughs)

Fun fact:

You know you have to starve them, right?

TONY: What?

Before you eat them, you have to make sure their intestines are empty.

Otherwise, you’ll poison yourself and you’ll die.

I did not know that.

No snails.

(chuckles softly)

Who knew?

(“La Murga” by Willie Colon, Hector Levoe, Yomo Toro playing loudly)

(Tony and Melinda talking indistinctly)

(music and talking continue)

(Melinda laughing)

(music continues playing)

♪ ♪

(dialogue indistinct under music)

(music continues in distance)

(song fades)

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

Hey, Tony.

Oh, Vic. That’s funny.

Melinda’s been trying to get ahold of you.

She’s got a building site she wants to show you.

She keeps talking about it.

Oh, really? She didn’t, uh, say anything.

Well, come on, jump in.

All right.

It’s really a beautiful spot.

Melinda and I used to go hiking up there back when we started dating.

Sounds nice.

So why’d you break up with her?

(engine accelerating)

What?

You know, when you guys were young.

Oh.

You know, I really don’t remember.

I… (clears throat) It was such a long time ago.

(tires screech)

(engine accelerating)

(thumps)

(Tony clears throat)

Going a little fast, Vic, don’t you think?

So you guys just, like, reconnected?

Uh, yeah. I mean, a couple months ago, just casually.

You gonna be in town for a while?

(exhales)

This is the way, huh?

Yep.

Should I give Melinda a call?

Sure, go ahead.

(thumping)

There’s no service.

Oh, that’s right. I forgot.

Here we are.

(turns off engine)

(Tony sighs)

Where’s Melinda?

She and I used to go mountain biking up here.

There’s a gorge just across the way.

(grunts): She said we should meet her there.

(cries out)

(groans): Ah, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

(groans)

(panting)

I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

Stop, stop.

(grunting)

(yells)

(screams)

(grunting, whimpering)

(panting)

(breathing heavily)

(sneezes)

♪ ♪

(strained grunting)

(panting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(Melinda laughing distantly)

(laughing)

(Trixie squeals, giggles)

Here? (mutters)

(door opens, closes)

You’re gonna fall.

(laughing): You’re gonna fall.

(Trixie laughs)

What are you guys doing?

(laughing)

How’s Tony?

MELINDA: Right here?

TRIXIE: Mm-hmm.

I don’t know.

I like him. He’s actually got brains.

(laughs softly)

I’m going to pour you just a glass, ’cause we’re celebrating.

Now we toast.

May the boys of St. Vincent’s keep their hands off our pigtails.

What are you doing?

You getting her drunk?

VIC: We’re celebrating.

What are you celebrating?

Oh, life.

Wine.

Have you seen him?

Who?

Tony.

VIC: Tony.

Tony Pony!

VIC: Tony Pony?

Tony Maloney!

Tony Baloney, I have not seen.

♪ ♪

TRIXIE: Daddy?

Yes.

We’re going on a picnic.

Do you want to come with us?

I would love to. Where we going?

The gorge.

The gorge?

(birds chirping)

(chuckling)

Why are you the only man who wants to stay with me?

I don’t know.

But you do?

I do.

(Vic exhales)

You’re not bored?

(breathlessly): No.

Are you?

But I’m sad.

I got you something.

♪ ♪

You didn’t know I took that.

I was three months pregnant.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

(laughs softly)

TRIXIE: Roger!

Hey, Trixie!

Roger!

Trix!

Hold on. Hold on.

She’s fine, she’s fine.

(laughing): I’ll be right back.

Stay.

Trix! Uh…

Vic, stay.

Trixie, back up, honey. Get away from the edge, sweet pea.

Back up, back up, back up.

(breathlessly): Thank you. Okay.

We have to go back, okay?

This is too close to the edge.

♪ ♪

Let’s go.

Okay.

Okay.

♪ ♪

Oh, damn. I left my scarf up there.

I’m sorry.

(sighs)

We can’t go back now.

Oh, I’ll go back for it.

But like tomorrow.

Would you?

Yeah.

I’ll go back and get it first thing in the morning.

Okay.

Thank you.

(quietly): No problem.

Hey. Can I get you some tea?

Hi.

No, I’m fine.

She went down so easy, but I told her you’d come give her a kiss.

Okay?

Okay.

Hey, wh-who were you, uh, on the phone with?

Tony?

No.

I haven’t heard from Tony.

That was Don.

Can you sleep in my room tonight?

Sure.

Please.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(quietly): I love you.

(Melinda moans)

(panting)

(laughs)

♪ ♪

MELINDA: Vic?

(misters spraying)

Vic?

(misters stop)

(cracking, squishing)

♪ ♪

(misters spraying)

♪ ♪

(water rushing)

(birds chirping)

(breathing heavily)

(“Before I Ever Met You” by BANKS plays)

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing)

(water sloshing)

♪ ♪

Hey, there!

Hi. (clears throat)

Hi.

What are you doing?

Uh, just, uh, went for a little ride.

Uh, Melinda forgot her scarf.

Oh.

Found it.

Found it. Great.

Thanks.

So, which…

How you doing? How’s Kelly?

She’s fine.

What are you doing down here?

Like I said, just, uh, looking for that scarf, but… you got it, so…

It was lying in the grass.

Oh.

What are you doing with that stick?

Nothing.

(whimpers)

Oh, shit.

(grunting)

(alarm chirping, locks clicking)

Fuck. Fuck.

(alarm chirping, locks clicking)

(engine starting)

Fuck you, you fucking psycho!

You’re going to jail!

♪ ♪

(panting)

Come get me now, you piece of shit!

Are you gonna catch me on your bike?!

You motherfucker.

(sniffles)

(tires squealing)

♪ ♪

Where’d you go?

Did I lose ya?

♪ ♪

I was right. I was right.

Kelly, you are not gonna believe this.

This is… this is it.

This is a book.

♪ ♪

Trixie?

(sighs)

(sighs): Fuck.

Trixie, what are you doing?

We’re not going!

I was…

was…

Goddamn, fucking autocorrect.

(grunts)

Goddamn it.

(Vic grunts)

Oh!

(grunts)

(whimpers)

(burbling)

(panting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

What?

Nothing.

I saw Tony.

(“Before I Ever Met You” by BANKS plays)

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing)

(instruments join in)

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing)

♪ Everyone knows I’m right about one thing ♪

♪ You are my only vice ♪

(vocalizing)

♪ And I got you addicted to trying to be bulletproof ♪

♪ But you had too much to lose… ♪

(vocalizing)

(song fades)

(“You Make Me Feel Like Dancing” plays)

♪ Hah ♪

♪ Hah, hah ♪

♪ Hah ♪

♪ Hah, hah ♪

♪ You’ve got a cute way of talking ♪

♪ You’ve got the better of me ♪

♪ Just snap your fingers and I’m walking ♪

♪ Like a dog hanging on your lead ♪

♪ I’m in a spin, you know, shaking on a string, you know ♪

♪ You make me feel like dancing ♪

♪ I’m gonna dance the night away ♪

♪ You make me feel like dancing ♪

♪ I’m gonna dance the night away ♪

♪ You make me feel like dancing ♪

♪ I feel like dancing ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Dancing ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Dance the night away ♪

♪ I feel like dancing, dancing ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo ♪

♪ Whoo-ooh ♪

♪ Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo ♪

♪ Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo ♪

♪ Ah, ah ♪

♪ Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo ♪

♪ Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo ♪

♪ You take me higher ♪

♪ I’m gonna catch on fire ’cause ♪

♪ You make me feel like dancing ♪

♪ I’m gonna dance the night away ♪

♪ You make me feel like dancing ♪

♪ I’m gonna dance the night away ♪

♪ You make me feel like dancing ♪

♪ I feel like dancing ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Dancing ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Dance the night away ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I feel like dancing ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Dancing ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Dance the night away ♪

♪ I feel like dancing ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Dancing ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah ♪

♪ Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo ♪

♪ Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo ♪

♪ Whoo-ooh ♪

♪ Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo ♪

(fading): ♪ Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo… ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ …MacDonald had a farm ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ And on his farm he had some pigs ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ With an oink oink here ♪

♪ And an oink oink there ♪

♪ Here an oink, there an oink, everywhere an oink oink ♪

♪ Old MacDonald had a farm ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ Old MacDonald had a farm ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ And on his farm he had some dogs ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ With a woof woof here ♪

♪ And a woof woof there ♪

♪ Here a woof, there a woof, everywhere a woof woof ♪

♪ Old MacDonald had a farm ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ Old MacDonald had a farm ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O. ♪

(song ends)

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