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[Quiet background murmurs; Hushed atmosphere]

[Intriguing mid-tempo jazz music]

[Music fades]

[Child] Can I tell you a riddle?

You ask the first one 'cause it doesn't matter if you know

There's three alien overlords that could help you get off

if you give them the right artifacts.

There's T, F and R.

T always tells the truth.

R-- F always tells lies.

And R, randomly says truthfully or lies.

You have deciphered their language enough to ask them questions,

but you don't know what ozo or ulu mean, between yes and no.

Will you ask them to find out who is who and give them the right artifacts?

Let's assume that,

ulu is yes.

Then it would be--

Then, you would know that the one in the middle is R

and that one is probably T.

But just to be sure, you ask some random question that's super easy.

If it says the wrong answer,

then you'd know that, that one was actually F.

But that's impossible.

So the one in the middle has to be--

It would have to be T

and then the one on the left would have to be F.

[Continues in background] But, but that breaks the laws of physics

and really just the entire riddle.

So the answer is you ask the first one

'cause you really don't know and it doesn't matter.

[Sparse, scattered drum beats]

[Intriguing mid-tempo jazz music]

Yeah, of course, we can seal it.

[Child and woman converse indistinctly]

[Music continues]

Ask it again?

[Music fades]

Hey, Dad. Where do otters come from?

Come on. Guess.

- Come on, guess! - [J.B.] I don't know, buddy.

A string walks into a bar.

The bartender says,

"Hey. We don't serve strings here. Can't you see the signs?"

[Music resumes, obscures dialogue]

[Music continues]

[Inaudible dialogue]

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[Music continues]

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[He imitates plane engine rumble]

[Inaudible dialogue]

[Music continues]

[Music subsides]

[Protester on TV] ...mayor of the city causing harm to students.

I think it's interesting that faculty members that assaulted students

aren't on trial,

that faculty members that were on the picket lines are on trial.

It's saying to people that if you take action,

that the university will take measures against you,

that what the university approves of is silence.

[Reporter on TV] Although Hamlin feels campus protest

has influenced international and national affairs,

he's not sure that success has boosted morale among anti-war activists.

[Protester] I think it is generally true, though,

that there is tremendous feelings of powerlessness, cynicism,

apathy on the part of large numbers of people and that...

- Guys, dinner's ready. - [Protester] ...but this is true.

Boys, go wash your hands.

[Protester] I mean, this is true throughout the country, and...

[J.B.'s father, grunting] Yeah.

[Protester] ...that's being struggled with because...

the war and the struggle against the war has moved to a new phase.

[Newscaster] Hamlin's "new phase" has been going on now

for more than four years.

The latest resurgence began last April 17th.

Five days later, protesters announced their intention

to close down the university--

[J.B.'s father] I saw Kipp's father today.

He said Kipp has projects all over town.

[J.B.] Mm-hmm. Kipp's doing well.

[J.B.'s father] What does he know that you don't?

You have all his skills, don't you?

Kipp can't hang a window.

Can't build a cabinet. Not a nice one, anyway.

[J.B.'s father] He's the boss of his own outfit.

Tells the whole team what to do.

[J.B.] He spends all his time balancing books,

scheduling, on the phone.

[J.B.'s father] Those are the task of the top man.

It's an idiotic way to spend your time.

Well, you seem to have

a good amount of time on your hands.

[Intriguing mid-tempo jazz music]

[Music continues]

[Music fades]

The paintings are all in one small gallery on the second floor.

The paintings come off the wall,

go into the cases, and down

to the waiting car.

The whole thing, from the time you enter until the time the car leaves the museum,

is roughly eight minutes.

Then you go to Denholm's.

You'll have your car on the north side of the top level.

Ditch the hot car and meet me back at the Echo.

I don't know, J.B.

I can't carry four paintings alone.

[J.B.] You won't be alone.

Ronnie Gibson will be with you.

Wait.

Little Ronnie Gibson?

[J.B.] He's not a kid anymore, and he's through selling weed.

He's doing other things now.

Trust me.

I've given it a lot of thought.

Gibson's perfect. He's got a lot of nerve.

- [Man 2] He's nervy. I'll give him that. - Not that this requires a lot of nerve.

So you keep telling us. This place is just giving away paintings.

- [J.B.] I'd do it myself-- - Sure, you would.

I'm in there too often. I'm too recognizable.

You know where you're getting the car?

Got a rough idea.

Then what?

[J.B.] Then... nothing.

Then you get paid and we all go home.

I mean, how exactly do the paintings get spun into cash?

- You keep asking me that. - [Man 3] You keep not answering.

Because...

you don't need to know.

Yeah, but we're curious.

[Man 3] I want another 50 for lifting the car.

Maybe.

Yeah. Okay.

[Man 3] An enormous improvement.

Don't bullshit us, J.B.

- You got the money to pay us? - [Woman] J.B.?

- Yeah. - [Woman] Who's down there?

[J.B.] Uh, the guys are here. They're leaving in a minute.

[Woman] Hmm.

Alright. I'm going to bed.

Don't forget to lock the door.

Okay.

[Intriguing mid-tempo jazz music]

- [She whispers] That's a lot of money. - [Music fades]

[Indistinct chatter in the background]

I'll admit I wasn't expecting that big of an ask.

[J.B.] I know. I know it's a lot on top of what I already owe you.

[He clears his throat] The thing is...

and just hear me out.

I have a good opportunity.

I met with an architect who's about to refurbish a house in the West End,

and he wants all Japanese-style cabinets throughout the house.

That's why he came to me.

He knows I'm the guy for the job, but...

And like Dad says,

I don't need a middleman to take a fee.

But I'd have to rent a workspace

and purchase tools which I don't have.

That sort of thing.

It's a big, life-changing opportunity for me.

But if I want the job, I have to act fast

before he offers it to someone else.

And this is real, James? The job and the architect?

Mom, it's real.

I want to be paid back.

I'm not made of money, James.

[J.B.] No. I know, I know.

Your father and I would like to retire.

The minute I get paid, it goes right back to you.

Well, that's a bit vague.

When you get a schedule from this architect,

I want an actual payment plan.

Sure, no problem.

[J.B.'s mother] This is between us.

- I don't want your father to know. - [Music resumes]

[Music continues; Train horn blares in the distance]

[Car engine sputters]

[Engine starts]

[Music continues]

[Music continues; Sewing machine whirs]

Thanks.

Seems like wood that precious...

I hope these people don't have kids.

People want what they want.

[Child] Hey, is anyone gonna make dinner?

Thanks, Terri.

[Music continues]

- [Child] Where is everybody? - [J.B.] I don't know.

[Music concludes]

Uh-oh, looks like someone didn't get the memo.

Which memo was that?

[Teacher] The one reminding you about the teachers' work day.

Tommy, didn't you give your mom the ditto?

[Tommy] I don't think I got one.

[J.B. on telephone] Did you know the kids don't have school today?

[Terri sighs]

[She whispers] That's not an emergency.

[J.B.] Can you call June and ask her to watch the boys?

I'm at work. Call one of your friends.

Why can't they be with you?

[J.B.] I've got things to do.

What things? Like what?

[J.B.] Things. Errands.

Wait a second. Wait.

- You jerk. - Hey, Carl, cut it out.

[Carl] I could've suffocated in there

- if you really want to know. - [J.B.] Come on.

You two stay out of trouble. You hear me?

And, Tommy, don't let your brother eat a bunch of crap.

[Whimsical carousel tune]

Meet me back here at two o'clock.

Tommy? Two o'clock.

Okay!

[Tune fades]

[Car engine rumbles]

[J.B., sighing] Hey.

We'll settle up the rest after.

And, Larry, you better get moving, alright?

I'm afraid you're gonna have to take it from here.

What?

I'm afraid you're gonna have to take it from here.

Wait a minute. You're bailing?

You can't. This is it.

Who's gonna drive?

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

I threw in some Jersey plates for the trouble.

Larry, I'm counting on you.

Larry!

This is real shitty, man.

Real shitty!

[Intriguing mid-tempo jazz music]

[Music continues]

[Man 2] Hey.

- Where's Larry? - Get in.

[Man 2] Oh, man.

[Music continues]

[J.B.] What?

[Man 2] What's he doing?

[J.B.] Jeez.

[Protester] Shame on you.

Sorry, lady.

[Busy chatter]

[Music continues]

- [Music stops] - [Pop rock music plays on car stereo]

[Low, indistinct muttering]

Hey. How long do you think this is gonna take?

[Girl] Really like 10 or 15 minutes. I just need to take a few notes.

[Pop rock music fades; Intriguing mid-tempo jazz music joins]

[Car engine rumbles]

Here.

No. Take them with you.

No. I got it.

Here goes nothing.

[Music subsides]

[Music and rumbling continue]

- [Music continues] - [She speaks in French] "All... fickle,

"false,

"talkative,

- "hypocritical, - [Snoring nearby]

"proud and cowardly, despicable and sensual;

"all women are treacherous,

"cunning, vain,

"curious and depraved."

[Music builds]

[Police radio chatter]

[Music subsides]

[Loudly] They're cleaning up in there.

Oh.

[He whispers] Watch the door.

[Music continues; Car engine rumbles]

[Music continues, intensifies] [In French] "...but I have loved.

"It is I who have lived,

"and not a factitious being created by my pride and my--"

- [Girl 2, in English] What are you doing? - [Man 4] Shut your mouth.

Put your hands down.

Get under there.

[He whispers] What are you doing?

Put that away.

- I can't see anything. - [Man 4] Shut the fuck up.

Helen?

[Music stops]

[Tires screech]

Hey! Hey!

[Car engine rumbles]

Hey. Go easy, man. Easy.

Forget the window. Get in the car.

[Tires screech, stop] Shit.

- Well, honk or something. - [J.B.] Wait.

[Car door opens]

- [Car door slams] - [Man 2] Oh, this isn't good.

- What the fuck? - [Man 4] Move the car.

[Tense upbeat tempo jazz music]

[Man 4 laughs]

[Man 2] Do you think that's funny?

Stop sign.

[Music continues]

[Music fades; Car engine rumbles]

[Distant traffic hum]

[Car engine revs nearby]

We specifically said no guns.

You're lucky I had one. You should have seen that chick's face.

Hey, man, put that away. It's all there.

[Man 4] I'll catch you cats later.

Man. What a maniac.

I'm all revved up. You want to get a beer or something?

Something stronger? Yeah.

Definitely something stronger.

[Car door opens; Gagging, vomiting]

I got to get home.

It's probably good we're not hanging out for a while.

Well, good luck with the rest of it.

Yeah. Thanks.

Weird times, huh?

[Car engine starts; Tender pop music plays on car stereo]

[J.B.] I said no junk food.

[Carl] I call shotgun!

[J.B.] You want me to take them?

No. We'll make it.

[Car engine revs; Lively pop rock music plays on car stereo]

[He sighs]

She had an art assignment, and I had my mother's car,

so the four of us girls ended up here.

Daisy and me waited in the car while our friends went inside.

I pulled up in the roundabout,

and that's when two men came running out with the paintings.

The paintings were in these big pillowcase things.

Well, suddenly there was a man pointing a gun at us.

He was standing just about where you are now.

I'd never even seen a gun before.

I just, you know, tried to stay calm.

I put the car in drive and got out of the way

while they went speeding out of the museum.

I'm still kind of scared. I mean, he looked right at me.

It seems inconceivable to me...

that these abstract paintings would be worth the trouble.

I'm not entirely convinced they thought this through.

[J.B.'s mother] James and I were just there.

Tommy, elbows off the table.

What a horrible thing for those young girls.

Are you kidding?

It's probably the most exciting thing that's ever happened to them.

They'll be talking about it for the rest of their lives.

[J.B.'s father] Of course...

[J.B.'s father clears his throat]

there are dark markets.

I suppose one could...

buy any kind of commodity there.

A beautiful painting, perhaps.

That, I am afraid, is outside my realm of expertise.

[J.B.'s mother] We're museum members. We really ought to start going more often.

[Car engine rumbles]

[J.B.] "Outside my realm of expertise."

[He chuckles] Oh, man.

It's too much.

[Pop rock music plays on car stereo]

[Telephone rings]

Yeah.

[J.B.'s mother] That's how you answer the phone?

Oh. Hi, Mom.

James, I didn't want to ask with the whole gang around,

but how are your plans working out?

My plans?

[J.B.'s mother] Did you meet with the architect?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

It was good. Actually, I'm working on it now.

Can I call you later?

[J.B.'s mother] Well, your father will be home early today.

But the job, it's a sure thing?

Yeah. Yeah, it's happening.

[J.B.'s mother] Wonderful.

I'll let you get back to it.

Okay, Mom.

[Indistinct, playful yelling in the distance]

[United States national anthem plays on TV]

[Objects thud]

- [Strained breathing] - [Insects chirp]

[Pig grunts]

[Strained breathing continues]

- [He pants] - [Pig grunts]

[Wooden ladder creaks, thuds]

[In a hushed voice] Oh, shit.

Shit.

[He pants]

[He groans, pants]

[Intriguing mid-tempo jazz music]

[Music concludes]

[Terri] James?

Yeah.

I just went out to get some doughnuts.

What the hell happened here?

Who are you guys?

[Terri] Boys, go play outside.

Terri, you should go with them.

We won't be long.

Come on.

[Detective Long] I'm Detective Long. This is Agent Carroll.

Yeah?

You don't look like cops.

[Detective Long] Well, Agent Carroll's an agent specializing in art crime.

Carroll flew in from D.C. to help us out with this robbery at the museum.

Oh, yeah?

[Agent Carroll] We thought maybe you could be of some help.

How so?

[Agent Carroll] Well, you're an art lover, aren't you?

As much as the next guy.

My parents are members of some museums in town.

See, James, we've been told that you're mixed up in this robbery at the museum.

Well, that's bizarre.

Where'd you hear something like that?

[Detective Long] Well, we got one of the suspects in custody right now.

Ronald Gibson?

[Agent Carroll] James, we're giving you the opportunity to help yourself.

We assume you might not have understood the gravity

of removing paintings from public spaces.

Uh, I sure don't know how you got down this road,

but you got the wrong idea.

I'm afraid you got some bad information.

Well, this guy Gibson,

he's in a world of trouble.

Looking at a lot of time.

You know what this guy is telling us?

He's saying you're the mastermind behind this whole thing.

He says you got these paintings.

Well, that's wild. I guess...

you know, like you guys said...

he's in a tight spot and he might say just about anything.

I don't know what his problem is, why he'd come up with my name.

I think you better put on some shoes and come downtown with us.

Sure.

Let me just call my dad first. You know my dad, Judge Mooney?

Judge Mooney? He's your father?

Yeah. He's a real stickler for procedure and stuff.

He's gonna want to know about

a search warrant and...

Maybe this...

this Gibson kid has an old grudge with my dad or something, you know?

That's happened before.

Yeah. That must be it.

I'm sorry I can't help.

[Agent Carroll] Here's my number if you want to get in touch.

I'm sure all anybody cares about

is getting those paintings back safe and sound.

Okay?

[Door creaks]

[J.B.] Terri.

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

[Man 2] You see this shit? What the hell? He robs a bank?

- What kind of animal is this guy? - Yeah. I know. Calm down.

Just give me a minute to think.

[Man 2] I'm gonna need some more bread right away.

Oh, come on, Guy. You and I are square.

[Guy] It's not so simple. There's a lot of heat.

Can you come meet me?

I don't want to be talking on the goddamn telephone.

[Door closes]

- [Terri] God damn you! - [J.B.] Terri, Terri!

- No, no, no! - [Metallic clank, alarm clock goes off]

Fuck!

What'd you do that for?

[He pants]

[Alarm stops]

Terri?

Terri, are you freaking out or...

What's going on?

I don't blame you if you're a little freaked out, but you just...

You have to have a little faith in me.

I know it kind of looks bad, but it's really, uh...

Are these clean?

I just need a little time to get some things straight.

Get things back on track.

I mean, a little faith will go a long way.

You're really hard to read right now.

It'd be great if you would say something.

You still wearing these?

[Panting continues]

I got shotgun!

- Where's Tommy? - [Terri] He's locked in his room.

[Pop rock music plays inside bedroom]

Tommy?

Tommy, come on, open up!

Tommy, I know it's been a crazy day, but...

we're gonna...

we're gonna go spend some time at Grandma Mooney's house.

- [Tommy] Is Dad coming? - Sure, Tommy. Sure.

Daddy's not coming right now.

Tommy, I command you to open this door.

[Music volume increases]

[Terri] Really, James?

I'm not going, and you can't make me.

[Music stops]

So what am I telling your parents?

Why am I saying we're there?

Huh, you'll think of something.

- Hey, Sam. - What's going on, J.B.?

I'm wondering if I could borrow your car.

I'm just doing stuff around here.

- Actually, I'm not doing anything. - [J.B. chuckles]

Hey, Tommy, you coming out for baseball next year?

Think about it, okay? We could use you on second base.

Thanks, Sam. I won't be long.

We'll be back in an hour.

No problemo .

I'm gonna talk to this guy for ten minutes.

Then I'm taking you to your grandparents.

Tommy, are you listening?

[J.B. sighs]

Thanks for coming, J.B.

[J.B.] Who's that?

[Unsettling upbeat tempo jazz music]

[Tommy] Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

[Tires screech]

[Music continues]

[Music fades]

Are you guys cops?

[Men laugh]

[Guy] Mind if I finish these off?

[Unsettling upbeat tempo jazz music]

[Music subsides]

[Music intensifies]

[Music concludes]

[Insects chirp]

[Birdsong]

[Driver] Honestly, I don't think you've thought things through enough.

No offense.

I always say...

never work with...

drug addicts,

dealers...

or wild cards.

That kid Gibson?

You have to imagine a kid like that

is gonna be running his mouth...

bragging to anyone who will listen...

that'll hold up a bank.

[He laughs loudly]

Wow.

Okay. You couldn't have seen that coming.

Anyway,

for next time.

Get out of here!

[J.B.] Tommy, let's go.

[Car engine revs]

Jesus, J.B. Man, oh, man.

- Get in. - [Guy] What a weird nightmare.

I'm glad you gave them what they wanted, because those guys don't give a fuck.

Hey, man. I need a lift back!

What? Don't take it out on me! What could I do?

This is all your fault, J.B.!

- This is all your fault, man! - [Tires screech]

- This is on you, man! - [Car engine revs]

Come on!

[J.B.] Tommy, let's keep today to ourselves.

You'll be okay staying here for a while.

Why can't I come with you?

[J.B.] 'Cause you're gonna stay here

and look out for your mom, go to school.

Can you get word to Coach Sam?

Let him know his car's in the Union Station.

I'll put it in the south parking lot,

and I'll put the key underneath the front mat, okay?

Can you say it back to me so I know you got it?

Tell Coach his car's at the station.

[J.B.] Which station?

Union Station.

South parking lot.

He's in the phone book. Coach Sam's last name is Kuchar, with a K.

[Terri] Tommy.

[J.B.] Think about taking him up on playing second base.

I think it'd be good for you.

[Terri] Come on, Tommy.

Come inside.

[Car door slams]

[Elegant, gloomy trumpet notes]

Good night.

[Music continues]

[Music fades]

[Man clears throat]

"Art school dropout robs museum.

"On October 14th,

"two masked men entered the Framingham Art Museum

"in Massachusetts,

"held a teenager at gunpoint...

"beat up a museum guard,

"and made off with four paintings

"by Arthur Dove.

"The gunman, Ronald Gibson of Roxbury,

"was apprehended Friday while holding up a branch

"of the Worcester County Credit Union.

"He has been charged with armed robbery.

"Police are looking for a car

"which was believed to have been stolen and which carried

- "Massachusetts registration." - [J.B.] Hey, Maude.

[Maude] Hi, James.

[Man] "Still at large are Guy Hickey

"and James Blaine Mooney,

"son of Circuit County judge William Mooney.

"There are warrants out for their arrest."

Oh, man.

Is the Judge losing his mind?

Well, he's got to be.

How about an egg?

[J.B.] Sure. Thanks.

Whatever you guys are having.

[Man] We already ate.

We country folk get up early.

[J.B.] I guess I was pretty beat.

[Man chuckles] Yeah.

Yeah, you were.

[Eggs sizzle]

Yeah, I sure do appreciate the fact knowing that...

once in a blue moon,

someone I know and love is gonna come along and blow my mind.

And you, sir, have blown my mind.

No more chipping away at the edges, huh?

This time, you've blown it all up.

Yeah, you really made Fred's week.

All he does is walk around and read the paper.

But what do you say we stop talking about it for now? 'Cause...

I find it kind of upsetting.

Yeah, I'm good with that.

- Thanks, Maude. - [Maude] There you go.

Okay. Thanks.

[J.B.] So, what have you guys been up to?

Maude's been gardening.

That's kind of over now.

I've been substituting at the middle school.

I shaved my beard.

Cool.

[Unsettling mid-tempo drum beats]

[Drum beats continue; Indistinct, lively chatter on TV]

[Inaudible dialogue]

[Drum beats conclude]

I thought you were asleep.

I was. Now I'm up.

It's the last one. You want to share?

No, thanks.

So, what's going on, Maude?

You're kind of aloof.

Everything okay?

You stole those Arthur Dove paintings for Professor Pruitt to unload.

[He chuckles]

What?

Where'd you get that?

That red swirly sun painting.

That hung in Pruitt's office.

He was your thesis adviser.

You must have seen it a million times.

[He chuckles]

Wow. That's strange.

He was your fence.

[J.B.] My fence?

Sounds funny coming from you.

I don't want you staying here anymore after tonight.

I'm serious.

And don't call either.

I don't want you talking to Fred at all.

And I want you to leave us alone, okay?

[He exhales sharply]

That's...

That's pretty rough, Maude.

Look at the position that you've already put us in

just by coming here.

Okay? I...

I don't want you ruining our lives too.

I hope it works out for you somehow. I really do. But...

Well, that's clear enough.

Good night.

[Fred] Nice threads.

- You look good. - Really?

I feel kind of ridiculous. No offense.

I wish you could stay a little longer.

You sure you got to run off?

Yeah. I should. I should make a move.

I was thinking I'd go to Cleveland, check in on Joe and Claire.

They're still in the same place, right?

Far as I know.

I kind of lost touch a little bit.

Maude and Claire, they still talk.

Thanks, Maude.

- [Fred] Let me get the keys. - Yeah.

Okay, okay.

Boy, oh, boy.

Sure you got everything you need?

Yeah.

Take care of yourself, James.

Yeah. Thanks.

[She sighs]

[Indistinct, playful yelling]

[Fred] You should really think about the farm.

Right now you're 58 miles from the border.

My brother is about four and a half hours northwest

once you cross over.

I'm telling you, J.B., it would offer you some shelter and company.

You wouldn't be floating around

on your own,

so exposed.

Me in a commune?

[He chuckles]

Who's he got there, a bunch of draft dodgers?

[Fred] Draft dodgers,

radical feminists, dope fiends.

Nice people.

It doesn't sound like my kind of scene.

Anyway, I don't think I'd do well in another country.

I'll just go to Cleveland, drop in on Joe.

[Fred] You're not in the papers in Canada.

Fred.

Okay. Okay.

It was an option.

[J.B.] I appreciate it. Shit.

I had too much coffee.

[Vehicle approaches]

If you want to reach me,

it's best to write me at the general store.

Hopper's General Store on Route 99.

They'll get it to me.

[Elegant, gloomy trumpet notes]

[Inaudible dialogue]

[Music continues]

[Music fades]

Hey, man.

I was looking for Joe and Claire.

[Neighbor] They ain't home.

They took off yesterday.

Had their car pretty loaded up.

Want me to leave a message?

That's okay.

[Unsettling mid-tempo drum beats]

[Inaudible dialogue]

[Music continues]

[Music concludes; Faint radio jingle in the distance]

[Motel clerk] You'll have the whole floor to yourself.

You want to settle up?

[No audible dialogue]

[Delicate, intriguing cymbal strokes]

[Sparse, scattered drum beats]

[Music intensifies]

[Music concludes]

[Indistinct voice on payphone]

[J.B.] Uh...

I don't know, buddy.

- Is Mom around? - [Car engine starts nearby]

[Carl] Uh, yeah. I think she's outside.

[J.B.] Is she right outside?

[Horn honks]

[Carl's voice on payphone]

[Car engine revs, brakes squeal]

[Carl's voice on payphone]

[Vehicle approaches]

Hey.

[Man on radio] Last month the President of the United States

said nothing you young kids would do would have any effect on him.

Well, I suggest to the President of the United States--

[Radio scans]

[Cheerful pop rock music plays on car stereo]

[Door opens, squeals]

[Light bulb buzzes]

[Faint TV chatter in the distance]

[Muffled thuds in the distance]

[Indistinct chatter nearby]

[Blues music plays on jukebox]

- Oh! Hey! - [J.B.] Sorry.

[Man] My lawyer's telling the judge that it'd be better if I went in the service,

saying that, uh, they'd fix me up

and I'd be good for society when I came out.

Oh. They had you.

Oh, man, you know, I was okay with it.

Yeah.

I wanted to see what kind of person I was, you know?

Was I brave? Was I a coward?

What'd you find out?

[Man] Shit, man.

I got to Parris Island and...

things get real.

[Alternative rock music plays on jukebox]

[Woman speaks indistinctly in a low voice]

[Woman coughs forcefully]

[Music stops]

[Gloomy mid-tempo jazz music]

[Music concludes, resonates]

[Faint rattling of helicopter blades and gunfire on TV]

[Reporter on TV] Bravo Company, Fifth Battalion, Seventh Cavalry

moved into Cambodia two weeks ago

and has met with continuous heavy enemy contact.

In 14 days

the Company has fought against North Vietnamese forces

on 20 separate occasions.

[Rattling continues]

[Tommy on telephone] And he hid it in the piano

- to hide it from Grandpa... - [J.B.] Yeah?

[Tommy] ...'cause he knew he would be mad.

- [J.B.] The Judge is pretty mad, huh? - [Tommy] Yeah.

It looks like he's about to have, like, a heart attack or...

[J.B. laughs]

When are you gonna, like, come home?

[J.B.] I'm not sure, Tommy.

Put Mom on the phone.

[Terri] Hang up, Tommy.

Things sound pretty crazy over there.

My parents can really be a pain, huh?

[Terri] Tommy, hang up. I'm serious.

[Handset clicks]

Are you there?

[Terri] I'm here.

Well...

I was just calling to let you know that I'm okay.

[Terri] Alright.

And...

I wanted to say that I'm sorry.

I know it probably doesn't...

help anything or even mean much to you, but...

I am.

I really screwed up.

I don't have to tell you. I know that.

I wanted to say it is all.

There's a lot I wanted to say...

things I want to tell you, but I don't know if...

if this is a good time or...

Terri, I know it doesn't make much sense.

But everything I've done...

it's been for you and the kids.

And me, yeah. Yeah. Me too. True enough.

But mostly, Terri, my intentions,

the things I've done--

three-quarters of what I've done,

was for the good of our family.

You're so goddamn quiet.

I wish you'd yell at me or say something.

[Terri] I'm really happy you're okay, J.B.

I got to hang up. I got to put the kids to bed.

It's been a hectic day. We're all just worn out.

So I'm gonna hang up.

Terri, wait.

The thing is...

I'm kind of stuck.

I really hate to ask, but I need a wire.

I don't need that much.

Just enough to get me to the next place.

I don't know if that's something you can help me with or not.

But maybe you could ask my mother. I doubt she'd say no to you.

[Unsettling, gloomy trumpet note]

[Terri] I'm gonna hang up the phone now, James.

Terri, wait.

- [Handset clicks] - [Abrupt, high-pitched trumpet note]

[Vehicle engine rumbles nearby]

Thank you.

The three o'clock to Toronto, one way.

Eleven sixty-five.

One to Columbus.

[Quiet chatter in cafe]

[Protesters shout] Why don't you try fighting for your country.

Just standing there!

- Not worth it! - I bet you don't have a job!

- Hippie! - Disgusting, man.

[Waitress] Gentlemen, would you go back to your table, please.

- You make something of yourself. - Bunch of freeloading pigs!

[Waitress] Guys.

[Protester] They could use a good ass kick.

- [Indistinct shouting in the distance] - [He sighs, bitterly]

[Busy, indistinct chatter]

[Protesters chant in the distance]

[Lady] Hey! Hey!

Hey, help! Somebody!

That man got my purse! Stop him!

That man is a thief! He got my purse!

Stop him!

[Heated clamoring]

[Frantic, upbeat tempo jazz music]

[Young man] Hey!

Wait!

You!

Sir.

- You dropped this. - [J.B.] Thanks, man.

You should keep it in your breast pocket.

[Desperate screaming, grunting]

Hey!

Hey!

[He grunts, pants]

No, no, no!

[Music builds]

Wait, wait, wait. There's been a mistake.

[Music fades]

[Police officers chatter indistinctly]

[Car engines start]

[Car engines rev]

[Frantic, upbeat tempo jazz music]

[Music continues]

[Music continues]

[Music continues]

[Music concludes]