All language subtitles for Quarry.S01E08.INTERNAL.720p.HDTV.x264-KILLERS[ettv]-eng

- (helicopter blades whirring)
- _

- (music playing on radio)
- (chatter, laughter)

(chatter)

What you got there?

Joni's first article.

Thought she was a secretary.

She got promoted.

And now she's a reporter.

Yeah, look. "By Joni Conway."

How cool is that?

What's a "Big Star"?

Mac: I think it's some band, man.

I thought it was a goddamn
grocery store at first.

She need to write about Al Greene.

Man, shut up. Give me that back.

Thought she was mad at you.

No, she... she's still mad at me.

That's 'cause you're not
throwing that ass right.

- That's not why she's mad at me.
- It is, too.

- You ever see Ruth mad at me?
- I see her mad at you all the time.

Yeah, but she don't stay mad.

It's 'cause I throw that ass right.

- Man: Marines!
- Cappy-Cap.

- Let's go.
- Man #2: Good luck, boys. Good luck!

(whistles) Means you,
too, Prewitt. Come on.

Private, get this shit off
here and fuck off. Let's go.

Let's go, Private. Move it, come on!

Ahem, all right, here's
what we're gonna do.

We're gonna round up a CAP

and we're gonna check out
this NVA ammo supply stronghold

just outside of Banam, all right?

It's a little commie
shithole called Quan Thang.

I'm gonna need you three
guys and Collins and Pizzuti.

- Where the fuck are they?
- Hey, Pizzuti!

- Steamboat, come here.
- Let's go, move.

Which of these other
limp-dicks are worth a shit?

How many limp-dicks you want, Captain?

You know, there's Banks there. He's solid.

And Baby-Face Strickland right there.

Okay, you grab them.

We leave at 1700.

That's all.

(chuckles)

Hey. Hey, Hall.

You think I'm carrying it? Come on.

(men chattering)

Sync and corrections by explosiveskull
www.addic7ed.com

- (crickets chirping)
- Tommy: Conway!

The fuck?

You know who I am.

Now put the goddamn gun down.

You need to get the
fuck out of here.

I said put the goddamn gun down!

Put it down!

Raise your fucking hands!

You have no idea what the
fuck you're walking into, okay?

You need to listen to
what I'm telling you to do.

Yeah, I don't think so.

See, me and you are
gonna have a little talk

about Cliff Williams...

No, you need to get the fuck out of here...

...and how he was
balls-deep in your wife.

Get the fuck out of here, man.

(carnival music playing)

(gunshot)

Hold still, now!

(grunts)

(grunts)

(gunshots)

(grunts)

(grunting)

Karl: Hey.

You want in on this?

It's two-player.

No, I'm good.

Suit yourself.

The future is bright, Quarry.

You got here just in time
for the special delivery.

Come on.

You sure we should be out
in the open like this, huh?

We'll be gone in short order.

You think this will work?

This ain't our first production, Quarry.

The Broker: We never did find out where
he bought those pants from, did we?

The Broker: Are you feeling
bad about the good detective?

Mac: I think he should've
left well enough alone.

Well, put it this way... you had a problem,

you found a solution.

Karl!

- What's the hold up?
- Ah, fuck!

You got a problem, Buddy?

I just need a second.

(exhales)

The Broker: You done good, son.

Done good.

(boat horn blaring)

Mac: I was a little
surprised by the invite.

Lloyd: Well, we got business.

Did you know Faulkner drank Four Roses?

Who's that, now?

William Faulkner.

Oh, no.

No, I didn't know that.

Oh, hey, I found something.

Susan: I admire how far you've come

in such a short time over there.

They keep me busy.

Well, I try to keep an eye out.

Your Brooks Museum article a few weeks back

was very well done.

Well, thank you, Susan. It means a lot.

- (cabinet closes)
- Remember these?

- Mm!
- (Lloyd chuckles)

Yeah.

Mom's.

Lloyd: Yeah, I found them when
I was cleaning out the attic.

I know y'all used to
listen to them together

whenever I was away.

Yeah, well, she knew how much you hated it.

I was always more of a Hank
Williams/ Roy Acuff man myself.

Thanks for having us over.

- I know it means a lot to Mac.
- Of course.

We've been meaning to have
you both over for a while now.

- Here we are.
- Here we go.

Oh.

- Oh, my, look at this.
- There you are, sweetie.

(Susan and Lloyd chuckle)

Well,

it took some finagling,

but, uh, I think these people have access

to a lot of disposable income.

Parents are helping them.

I was able to get them to see the benefits

of an all-cash offer.

Cash?

Does that mean we can
get the money quicker?

Well, um,

I know a guy

that could arrange for
the inspection tomorrow.

Assuming that there
are no major repairs

that they want done,

no reason why you
couldn't close next week.

You could have the
money a week from now,

top of the following at the latest.

And who... who are they?

A younger couple.

About y'all's age. Got a little girl.

Another one on the way, I believe,

but they were very excited about the pool.

Yeah, well, Mac's handiwork paid off.

Well, we don't need to tell them that.

Where will you be relocating?

We haven't, uh...

we haven't talked about that part yet.

Well, you know, the
flipside of closing quick

is that you gotta get out and soon.

- How soon?
- Couple weeks after we close.

But will you be staying
in Memphis, though, or...

Mac: Oh, who knows?

Maybe we'll shack up with
y'all till we find a place.

(Lloyd and Susan chuckle)

There's nothing wrong with the pool.

You said, "They don't need to know that,"

like there's something wrong
with how he built the pool.

- Oh, no, I just...
- The pool probably sold the house.

Of course. I just meant it
wasn't professionally installed.

- Well, the pool is perfect.
- Well, I like the pool,

- but you just don't want people...
- It's okay, Dad.

Joni, come on.

I can't...

I can't do this.

- What?
- Uh, I can't... I can't do this.

Lloyd: What's going on?

I can't sell the house. I'm sorry, Lloyd.

Sweetheart, maybe you didn't hear me.

This is a cash offer at asking price.

Not gonna get better,
not in that neighborhood.

- Hey, I thought this is what you wanted.
- I know, I thought I did.

I thought it was the only way,

but I can't do it. I'm sorry.

- It's our home.
- Okay.

- I'm sorry, Lloyd.
- You've gotta be shitting me.

- Hey, Dad, just calm down.
- Y'all got no idea

what I went through to
sell them on that deal.

- Dad, please. Come on.
- For no commission.

No, y'all got to get your shit together.

- I mean it. And pardon me for saying so.
- I said that I was sorry.

- I thought I could do it.
- Susan: Oh, my God.

They're just looking for a handout.

A handout?

Susan: Well, that is what this
charade is all about, isn't it?

Wasting everyone's time.

You want us to give you money.

If you had any idea what he's
been through since he got home...

- No, Joni. Joni, don't.
- He doesn't need a handout. He needs help.

Yeah, I imagine it's pretty
hard on a war criminal.

- Wow.
- Okay.

- Okay, okay.
- No, you know what? He needed us.

He still does and we weren't there for him.

I wasn't and you weren't.

And you! You won't even
let him see his own father?

- Oh, spare me.
- All right, Joni. Hey, we're gonna go.

- Listen, can we all just take a breath?
- No. Dad.

- Mac, can y'all sit back down?
- We're gonna go.

- Mac: Let's go.
- Please?

How much?

How much?

Lloyd says you asked him

to borrow $4,000,
is that right, Mac?

Honey, please?

- Can you...
- All right.

You take this check...

you cash it,

and then we don't ever

have to see or deal
with you two ever again.

- Why are you so mean to him?
- Because he's a disgrace!

Susan: Here you are.

Come on.

- Joni: 32, 33, 34...
- Mac: It's all there, Joni.

...35, 36, 37, 38,

four.

How many times you gonna count it, honey?

Just doesn't look like enough, does it?

Well, money's never as big as people think.

Is this really gonna be over?

When do we talk to him?

(phone rings)

Hello?

The Broker: I understand you've
been trying to get a hold of me.

Yeah, I've got your money.

- Is that right?
- Well, what's left of what I owe you.

Guess the open house was a success.

Look, you just meet me so
I can give you your money.

Today's no good.

Well, I got 4,000 reasons
that you're gonna make it good.

Hey, that's my line.

Tomorrow night,
Chickasaw bar, 6:00 PM.

We'll raise a glass to democracy.

No, I don't want a drink, okay?

I just wanna give you your money.

If you don't want a drink,
maybe we can have coffee.

Okay, fine.

Tomorrow it is.

See you then, Quarry.

Quarry?

What if it's a trap?

Well, it's a public place.

Just don't even stay for a drink, okay?

Just give him the money and go.

I plan to do exactly that.

Then this will all be over.

(insects chirping)

- Arthur: Bullshit.
- Mac: I could, man.

- Hall: You ever done it?
- Mac: No, never had a reason.

You cannot swim across
the Mississippi River.

Tennessee High School state record
in the 400 that stands to this day

says that I could.

Can't be that fucking hard
to swim across a river, man.

If it's anything like this
gook piss, I could do laps.

We ain't talking about
some little-ass creek.

We're talking about the Big Muddy.

And every year on the news,
some stupid motherfucker

pulled out of that river either
right before he drowns or after.

Once that current gets
a hold of you, you done.

Listen, man, I'll tell you what.

We get back to Memphis,

I bet you 100 bucks I can do it.

- Done.
- Done. Steamboat.

- Witnessed.
- There it is.

I'll be on the other side
waving at your dumb ass

being swept down to Sugar Ditch.

You just make sure you're on the
other side with my hundred dollars.

(chuckles) Yeah.

Arthur: You did not fuck
no girl with no true vagina.

Hall: You don't have to believe
me. I know what I stuck my dick in.

- (men laughing)
- Thurston: Sergeant Conway! Fall back.

Mac: Corporal. All right, take point.

Yes, sir?

This is your second tour, right, Conway?

Yes, sir.

What about your friend Solomon?

Him, too, yeah.

I see you got the second tour sideburns.

Yeah, that's what you
get when you re-up, right?

Come back and fight, they'll
let you grow a mustache.

Well, you get this far out in the bush,

they let you do whatever
the fuck you want, I suppose.

Yeah, just wait till you see what I
look like when I'm up for my DEROS.

How long you got?

152 days and a wake-up.

(helicopter blades whirring)

You don't sound too excited about that.

Of course, a lot of men
not coming back for encores.

That a question, Cap?

Observation, mostly.

You see, you and Solomon there

are cut from a different
cloth than these other mooks.

That's why I wanted you guys on this.

Yes, sir.

Let me ask you something, Conway.

You believe what we're
fighting for is a worthy cause?

Depends on what you think
we're fighting for, Captain.

Well, what do you believe that is?

Prevent the spread of Communism.

Right, well,

we secure this gook
stockpile in Quan Thang,

we secure the lives and
safety of hundreds of Marines,

maybe thousands.

Now, you believe that's
worth something fighting for?

Yes, sir, Captain, I do.

All right.

- (distant gunfire)
- Man: Whoa, whoa.

Arthur: That can't be more
than two klicks away, Captain.

(gunfire continues)

Keep moving. This ain't our problem.

- (helicopter blades whirring)
- Thurston: Move!

Hall: Let's go, T-bone! You
heard the captain. Move!

- Mr. Conway?
- Hello.

Hi. Take a seat.

Hmm.

So, you got a passion for pools.

A pool passion.

Pool passion, pool passion, pool passion.

Can't say that 10 times fast, right?

- (both chuckle)
- Yeah. Yes, sir, I do.

Oh, please, call me Pete.

Mm-hmm.

Says here you got a lot of
experience working on cars.

- Mm-hmm.
- What've you been up to the last few years?

I went back to school some

and traveled.

- That... that sort of thing.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, what do you know about pools?

Well, I was a swimmer in high school

and I was a state champion
for 400 meter freestyle.

- Is that right?
- I've spent some time in pools.

- (chuckles)
- And I built my own pool in my backyard.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

It seems odd selling
pools this time of year.

That's not that I don't want the job.

Oh, it's a fair question.

Honestly, probably my
best quarter every year.

- Really?
- Yeah, without fail.

End of the year bonuses,
family Christmas present.

"Get started now,

be ready for the springtime."

Works wonders. (chuckles)

Uh... so, uh,

do... do you read the papers?

What, newspapers?

Sports sections, mostly.

- Why?
- Uh, your... your ad

was... I saw it in "Pr"...
you know, "Scimitar."

- And my wife works for the paper.
- Is that right?

- Yeah, she's a writer.
- Well, I'll be darned.

Well,

I definitely understand you love swimming.

Be nice if you had a little more

experience in sales.

But like I said,

it's a busy time of year.

Ruth: Oh, you got some? You want
some more macaroni and cheese?

- Sure.
- Lots more.

- All right. Mm.
- Okay, you can rinse off now and come sit at the table.

This is a lot fancier than
you said it was gonna be.

Well, I really go all
out when we have company.

Tell me about it. Nobody
bought me flowers before.

Oh, they still haven't
'cause those are mine

courtesy of my sweet, thoughtful son.

Oh, yeah? Well done, little man.

That's how you're supposed
to treat your ladies,

especially your mama.

- And he fixed the TV.
- Is that right?

Ruth: Mm-hmm. Marcus has been doing
some yard work in the neighborhood.

Eat your food, baby.

Can I be excused?

We just sat down.

It's like that?

You won't break bread with me, man?

I'm just not that hungry.

Ruth: Well, we have company,
so sit down and eat.

(distant dog barking)

Ah, got a new ball.

I did some yard work
for some people.

Oh, yeah?

What kind of yard work?

You know, raking leaves, mostly.

Yeah?

Flowers for your mama,

new TV antenna.

You're a regular man
of the house, ain't you?

Well, I had some birthday money, too.

Yeah, you got that hustle in you.

That's good.

Keep that.

Your mama wants you in the house.

Said it's time for bed.

Hey.

Don't lose that now.

You worked hard for it.

Joni: You got the job?

Baby!

- (both laughing)
- Damn! All right.

All right. If I'd have known
it was gonna be like this,

I would've... I would've
been applying all over town.

Baby...

we're celebrating.

No, no, hey, there's
nothing to celebrate yet

'cause it's commission-based,

so unless I sell, I don't earn.

Well, you're gonna sell

and we're gonna celebrate.

Gotta get you some new shirts and ties.

- I have shirts and ties.
- New ones.

Yeah, all right. Whatever you say.

What?

Nothing.

I'm just so proud of you.

You're gonna be proud when
I can actually pay a bill.

Mm, hey.

(exhales)

Come on, we're going out.

(band playing)

♪ I count the corpses on my left ♪

♪ I find I'm not so tidy ♪

♪ So I better get away ♪

♪ Better make it today ♪

♪ I've cut 23 down
since Friday ♪

♪ But I ♪

♪ Can't control it ♪

♪ My face is drawn ♪

♪ My instinct still emotes it ♪

♪ I fought them cold ♪

♪ I'll kill them dead ♪

♪ I'll break the gooks ♪

♪ I'll crack their heads ♪

♪ I'll slice them till
they're running red ♪

♪ But now I've got the
running gun blues... ♪

(no audible dialogue)

♪ I'll slice them cold,
I'll kill them dead ♪

♪ I'll break the gooks,
I'll crack their heads ♪

♪ I'll slice them till
they're running red ♪

♪ But now I've got
the running gun blues ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

- ♪ Ah... ♪
- (discordant notes playing)

Man: What the fucking fuck, man?!

- Joni: Mac. Mac!
- Bro.

Uh...

(crowd whispering)

(panting)

Mac?

(stammering) I'm sorry, baby.

- Hey, no.
- I'm sorry. I thought...

- Stop.
- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay, Mac.

- I'm sorry.
- Hey.

(insects chirping)

Thurston: Your eyes on the
ground. Eyes on the ground.

Pizzuti, Redbury, up here now. Move.

I want you in the first door, go.

- I want you in the second door. Clear it out.
- Yes, sir.

Banks, you go in the other tunnel.

- Corporal, you're with me.
- Yes, sir.

(water dripping)

Hall: This place smells
like five kinds of asshole.

Arthur: And if there's
one thing you know,

it's all the different
kinds of asshole.

Hall: I don't know gook asshole.

Captain!

(man coughing)

Y'all leave this alone.

- Let's go.
- Banks: Sir?

I said leave it be.

Whole thing's close by. Let's go.

(speaking Vietnamese) _

(speaking Vietnamese) _

Collins: What you got, Marine?

(Marine speaking Vietnamese)

Don't you fucking touch that.

Hall: What is it?

Arthur: Some kind of
gook Halloween mask.

Fuck, Conway. Almost made me soil myself.

Hey, Captain! We're all clear!

(crickets chirping)

They down?

Finally.

And thank you for dinner.

You'll have to let me
take you out next time.

I'd like that.

Hey.

Look at me.

I know what you're going through.

And it ain't easy.

But you're making the best of it.

You know, it's strange.

After his first tour,

Arthur almost took a job in Florida.

Reenlisted instead.

I spent so many nights since he died

wondering what would it have been like

if he'd taken that job.

What would it feel like
waking up in that house?

Would we have got a dog for the kids?

Maybe even had another baby.

But then I realize that...

this is where we are.

And this is what's happened.

There's no making the best of something

so... so awful.

There's just realizing
that the best you can do...

try and endure it, I suppose.

Hope it's better for them.

Well, that was a mood killer.

- It's okay.
- I don't know where that came from.

- I understand.
- (clears throat)

All right?

You've been through it.

(moans)

Okay, okay, okay, w-wait.

- What?
- Wait.

Stop.

I thought I was ready.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- Okay.
- I'm sorry.

Okay.

Of course.

- I got a little carried away.
- No, no, no. Stop it.

I kissed you. I just...

I should, uh... I should go.

You shouldn't.

Can we just...

lay here for...

Would that be all right?

Yeah.

(crickets chirping)

Not a sound, you understand?

Do you understand?

The money, where is it?

Don't fucking lie to me, son.

Point to it.

Clever little nigger.

I didn't steal it from nobody.

I know.

Your mama don't know
nothing about this, does she?

Think it wouldn't be in no
football helmet if she did.

This all of it

minus your new basketball
and them flowers?

Okay.

What happened to your daddy?

He got shot.

That's right.

(cocks gun) Right here.

Right here.

Now, I want you to listen to me.

You not gonna tell nobody about this money

or this little talk of ours.

Not your mama,

not your auntie,

not your little sister right there,

not them white folks
that keep coming around.

Nobody.

'Cause if you do,

if you say anything to anyone,

what happened to your daddy...

that's gonna happen to your auntie

and your mama

and your little sister

and you.

You get me?

(chatter)

Woman on P.A.: Attention, attention.

Veterans Affairs will be
closing two hours early today

to allow our employees
the opportunity to vote.

I repeat, Veterans Affairs

will be closing two
hours early. Thank you.

- Man: Hey, excuse me.
- Man #2: I was here before them.

- (chatter)
- You kidding me?

- Where'd you get it?
- Over... over there.

Thank you.

Hey.

Here you are.

Woman: Oh, thank you.

- Last name?
- Wochinski.

_

_

- (chatter)
- (phones ringing)

Man: I'm afraid I don't follow.

Is this about his insurance?

No, there's something wrong with him.

Is he sick?

He soaks the sheets with sweat at night.

He has waking nightmares.

He'll have a burst of anger
and then, like that, he's fine.

It sounds like he's having
a period of readjustment.

We see it with a lot of vets.

Okay, well, is there
something you can do for him?

Is there anyone he can talk to?

You know what?

I think I have something that'll help.

Thank you.

Um, when did he get back?

This summer.

- Two tours.
- Well, I understand.

Oh, here.

This should give you some answers.

- And that's it?
- What else were you thinking?

Something that wasn't passed out
after Gettysburg, for starters.

- Ma'am...
- You don't understand.

Something happened to him over there

and I'm telling you he needs help,

- and you give me this?!
- You need to lower your voice!

Ma'am, your husband, he have both his arms?

- Yes.
- Both his legs?

Now, take a look around this room.

Your husband's having
trouble sleeping, ma'am.

Tell him we thank him for his service.

We have been able to project three states.

They give Mr. Nixon
32 electoral votes.

Naomi: Oh, Lordy. McGovern
don't have the juice.

We needed a Kennedy.

Them Kennedy boys could preach
the horns off a billy goat.

Of course, the government makes sure
everybody worth a shit gonna be dead.

...keep you up to date all night

on the popular vote as you've just seen.

The three states are
Tennessee, where we...

What's the matter, honey?
You don't look good.

We... when I was a kid,

what'd you... what'd you always call me?

I called you my little miracle.

That's what I called you.

- Your little miracle.
- (chuckles)

We're both miracles, Mama.

Everybody... everybody had to survive

going back millions of years.

Not get hit by a comet or eaten.

Or get the fucking plague.

(stammering) And they found somebody

and fell in love,

and then made a baby...

that would make a baby and a baby

and a baby and a baby

and a baby that would make you.

Mm-hmm.

And then you and Daddy made me.

That's right.

And what am I doing with it, Mama?

What am I doing with it?

Baby, I'm trying to understand
what you're telling me

and I'm... I'm having a
little trouble following.

Are you saying you want to have a baby?

Is that what you wanna do?

No, no, no, no.

Don't worry about it. It's fine.

Hey, come on, now. Where are you going?

I'm just fine. I'm gonna...

- I'm just gonna be clearing my head is all.
- No. Come on, now.

I want you to come sit back down.

- I don't want you going out.
- It's fine, Mama.

No. You're in no shape to go out now.

(engine turns off)

(distant aircraft booming)

What we got here?

All we know is these
soulless little fuckers

got C-4 strapped to water buffalo.

All right, you get in there, Conway,

and you kill anything that
moves, you understand me?

- Yes, sir.
- Intel says these are NVA allies

and there are gonna be NVA among them.

They got a cross, though, Captain.

They're Catholic.

Yeah? Horseshit.

If you're a goddamn gook
Communist sympathizer

and you don't want the American
Army coming down here to kill you,

what's the first thing you're gonna do?

We'll go with the intel,

not some bamboo cross, if
you don't mind, Corporal.

Strickland, get your ass up here!

- Sir, yes, sir.
- What are you packing, son?

I got six gallons of earth-scorching,

dragon-breathing, gook-melting
destruction strapped to my back.

If I'm not the goddamn God of Fire himself.

How about you be the
God of Shut the Fuck Up

and you keep that shit away from
the tree line, you understand?

You have it contained
to the huts on my orders.

Fire don't work that way, Captain.

Well, you make it work that way, son, okay?

You start in the hooches.

Now, there might be ammo

and actual VC hidden in those walls.

The first sign of any rat-fucking thing,

you fire, then you ask questions.

- Are we clear?
- Yes, sir.

Fall back, fan out, let's go.

Come on.

- Are you ready?
- Yep.

On my signals. Let's go.

Arthur: He's going for something.
Mac! He's going for something.

(body thuds)

(women shouting in Vietnamese)

(women screaming)

(wailing)

Thurston: Move! Get
the fuck away! Move!

Move! Move, move, move, move!

- Marine: Hey, you stay back!
- Step away, you gook bitch!

Step the fuck away!

Step away!

- Oh, shit!
- Step back!

Fuck, Cap. Where the fuck are we going?

- (gunfire)
- Take cover!

- VC!
- Take cover, cover! Get down!

Near the tree line! Near the tree line!

Go, go, move it!

See those two going left around the hooch?

- Go left, go left!
- The hell them things get up to anyway?

If you don't get them before they
climb out, he'll be stuck out there.

All right, I'll flush them out.

- (screaming)
- Arthur: Oh, shit!

- (gunfire continues)
- Stay there!

Banks, get over here!

Get your fuckin' ass over here, Banks, now!

Where the fuck did that come from?

- (gunfire continues)
- Fuck!

God damn it. Come on! Fuck!

- I got shot.
- Arthur: Oh, shit!

Fuck! Come on! Get over...

Banks!

You're fucking out of here, Banks!

- You're fucking...
- (men shouting in Vietnamese)

(explosion)

Fuck.

Aw, there's a fuckin' lake. Let's go.

Come on, let's go. Let's go. Come on, Art!

Bravo-Delta 1-9,
this is Foxtrot 7.

Verify...

Man on radio:
Bravo-Delta 1-9,

we are inbound to
your location, over.

Mac: Reload.

Thurston: What the fuck
are you doing, Prewitt?

Did I tell you to call
in air support, you fuck?

Strickland, light up the fucking hooches!

Do it! Light up the fucking hooches!

- (women screaming)
- All right, let's go! Move!

Fuck! Get the fuck out of the way!

- Go!
- Man down! Man down!

(all shouting)

(shouting, gunfire continue)

Arthur, get over here!

Get over here!

(gunfire continues)

You all right, man?

All right, look.

I'm gonna go around hooch right, all right?

Yeah. I'm gonna flush them out left.

- You gonna get them.
- Copy.

- Okay? Get ready. Get ready.
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Are you ready?
- Oh. Come on!

- I got you.
- Give it to me.

Coming fire. Come on.

- (man shouts in Vietnamese)
- (gunfire)

- (woman shouts in Vietnamese)
- Motherfucker.

Get down! Get the fuck down!

(yelling)

Fuck!

Motherfuck. Fuck you, you fuck!

- (yelling)
- You fucking shit.

You fuckin' pull my knife?

You fuckin' pull my knife?

You fuckin' pull my knife?

Fucker!

(explosion)

- Thurston: Torch the fuckin' thing!
- (women screaming)

- (gunfire)
- Get the fuck back. Get the fuck back.

Arthur. Come on!

(explosion)

- All right, here we go.
- Come on, get up!

- (groaning)
- Move in.

- (explosion)
- Jesus Christ!

- You want fuckin' some of this?
- (people screaming)

Cease-fire!
Cease-fuckin'-fire!

Cease-fire, Conway!
Cease-fuckin'-fire!

(aircraft roaring)

- We got napalm! Everyone down!
- Take cover!

Cover!

(people screaming)

(man screaming)

Fuck!

Fuck.

(women and children scream)

(woman wailing)

♪ ...all my ribbons ♪

♪ For thee... ♪

(chatter)

♪ If I ♪

♪ If I have been unkind ♪

♪ I hope you ♪

♪ Would just let it go by ♪

- ♪ If I... ♪
- What can I get you, son?

- ♪ If I have been untrue... ♪
- Whiskey neat, please.

All right.

♪ I hope you know ♪

♪ It was never to you... ♪

- (door opens)
- Woman: Oh, thank you.

Bartender: Whiskey,
neat? Here you go, son.

♪ Stillborn ♪

- ♪ Like a beast... ♪
- (billiard balls clack)

- Man: Ho-ho!
- ♪ With his horn ♪

♪ I have torn ♪

- ♪ Everyone... ♪
- (man chuckles)

- ♪ Who reached out to me... ♪
- Conway.

Long time, James.

I thought you lived in
Minneapolis or some shit.

Close.

Well, hell, son.

You can buy your captain a beer.

You, um...

what are you doing here?

- I'm meeting somebody.
- No, I mean in Memphis.

What are you... what
are you doing in Memphis?

Well, I got business in Memphis,

which ain't none of yours.

And you can call me Captain.

(chuckles)

Yeah, all right. Okay.

All right, James.

Man,

you always had more
balls than sense, Conway.

So,

Memphis.

How can you stand this shithole?

Well, it's not for everybody.

Well, what the hell happened here?

Was it killing King?

Christ.

You might as well kill all the
rest of them, far as I'm concerned.

Take back your city.

What kind of business you,
uh... you got here, hmm?

You a nosy son of a bitch, you know that?

Yeah, well, you always said

I had more balls than sense, so...

Well, I did someone a favor.

It was a big favor.

And I put my ass on the line

and I'm owed something for what I done.

We're all owed something, I suppose.

So...

what do you do for a job these days?

- (scattered applause)
- I'm, uh... sell pools.

I'm a pool salesman.

Why? You, uh...

you in the market?

- Pools?
- Yeah, that's right. Pools.

(chuckles) No.

But someone actually
fucking hired you, right?

Yeah, that's right.

After all the press and everything.

Well, I'll be damned.

Now, tell me,

you sell many pools
here in November?

Yeah, it's actually our busiest season.

Oh, shit.

Well, I did not know that I was dining

with the John D. Rockefeller of pool boys.

See, I can't find a job to save my life.

Mm.

Fucking Hall Prewitt.

Scrawny-ass son of a bitch

wants to sell his own
brothers down the river

'cause we followed our orders.

- We did our mission.
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, is that what they
call it, James? Hmm?

(door opens)

Well, you know what I hear?

I hear that
Westmoreland's gearing up

for another Operation Linebacker.

Nixon gets reelected,

we can all go back there, right?

Well...

I hear peace is finally at hand.

Well, I'll believe that shit when I see it.

Mm-hmm.

Christ Almighty, I wish
I was still back there.

Get drunk...

gamble some, and chase the trim.

None of that comes close, though,

to being in it, does it?

Not by a million miles.

Hey.

You ever hear from Prewitt?

Or that mouthy nigger Solomon?

Hey, James?

It wasn't an NVA stronghold.

It was a fishing village
with farmers, women, children.

Jesus fucking Christ Almighty, Conway.

And I'm not some snot-nosed journalist

or a fucking hippie protestor okay, James?

I was there.

I know what you did.

And I know what you did.

Well, I'm gonna go make that call.

But I'll tell you what.

You ever find yourself up in Cleveland...

you give me a call

and I'll make sure

I'll show you better hospitality

than you've shown me here tonight.

(crowd applauds)

I'll see you later, Conway.

Thurston: Get on your feet,
you little gook fucker.

On your knees. Get up on your knees.

Knees! On your fucking knees.

- (man speaking Vietnamese)
- Shut the fuck up!

(man speaking Vietnamese)

Thurston: Private
Prewitt, get over here.

Prewitt: Yes, sir.

Did I give you an order
to call an airstrike?

- No, sir.
- No, sir.

Execute this Vietcong combatant.

- That man ain't no VC.
- You shut the fuck up, too, Solomon.

Are you going to obey
orders or not, Prewitt?

- Sir, I don't...
- You called in an airstrike without orders, didn't you?

- I'm an RTO...
- What the hell you think happens when you do that?!

People die!

Take it.

Thurston: Now, you wanna
do the humane thing?

You shoot this little
fucker right in the head.

(sobbing)

Man: I care.

- Sir, I can't.
- Execute the fucking combatant, Private!

Save my life.

Please.

Do it!

Sir, don't hurt.

(continues indistinctly)

You do this, Prewitt, or
I swear to fucking Christ

I'm gonna kill you myself.

I'm sorry.

Now,

his insubordination
could've got us all killed.

A good thing this pier place was overrun.

There were three VC.

- What did you say, Conway?
- I said there were three VC, Cap.

Bullshit!

There's at least 20 VC right there!

21, thanks to Prewitt,

and a dozen over
there in that bunker.

There ain't no weapons here, Captain.

Some fishing and farming supplies,

but that's it.

Oh, they're here, Corporal. You believe me.

Get in over there and you
count the dead dinks, go.

Move!

Give me the gun, Prewitt.

(crying)

(line ringing)

Automated voice: Hello,
we are not available now.

Please leave your name
and number after the...

Fuck off, Conway.

(grunts)

Motherfucker!

- (grunts)
- Motherfuck...

Try to pull a knife on me?!

Fuck it, I don't need no fuckin'...

- (grunting)
- (screams) Fuck!

(groans)

(panting)

Fuck.

- (tires screech)
- Move!

(twig snaps)

- (gun clatters)
- (grunting)

Come here!

(yells)

_

(boat horn blares)

(coughing)

(thunder rumbles)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(chattering)

(singing indistinctly)

Hello there.

Hey.

How's your evening?

It's lovely. How's yours?

Can't complain.

Reckon nobody would listen anyway.

- No, no, no. Easy now.
- What? What?

Don't do that. Don't do that.

I'm nervous, I guess.

- Oh.
- Let me look at you.

What you got there?

Oh, it's my tattoo.

Well, this is cozy.

This is my buddy Mike.

- Hey, baby.
- Hello.

- (groans)
- Come on.

Huh? (grunts)

(groaning)

Man: I think he does like it rough.

- Hey, come here.
- Sit up, pretty.

- Huh?
- Come on, pretty. Sit up.

- (panting)
- Sit up.

(grunts)

Oh, come here.

You ain't done yet.

What you think, Mike?

I think his mouth is too small.

I don't think my dick will fit in there.

(groans)

Oh, what you got, huh?

What you got? Pulling your dick out?

What are you reaching for? What
are you reaching for, faggot?

(chuckles) Holy shit.

What were you gonna do with that, huh?

- Get his fucking wallet. Get his fucking wallet.
- Look it here.

- Look it here.
- Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

Holy shit.

This motherfucker's loaded.

- How much?
- Two, 300, easy.

- Fucking rich faggot.
- Look at me. Huh? Huh?

No.

- No, no, no.
- Shut the fuck up.

No. (grunts)

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Money honey.

(line ringing)

The Broker: Hello?

Limestone quarry.

Mile marker 97, 10:00 PM.

You got it?

The Broker: I do.

I'm impressed by your sense of poetry.

That's the rest of it.

Tough day at the polls?

Ran into an old friend,

but you already knew that.

Well, I figured you and the old captain

could stand to clear the air.

Something needed to
happen to offset your past.

Going by the look of you,
I'd say I figured right.

So that's it.

Okay?

You and I, we're good.

Got something for you.

(scoffs)

What the fuck is this?

For the next job.

I thought I was free to go.

You are.

You are. That was my promise.

Now, I just figured maybe...

you don't want to.

Good-bye,

Mr., um...

(chuckles)

...The Broker, whatever.

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

Hey!

Who does a fellow like you vote for?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

I wrote someone in.

Who?

The late, great Otis Redding.

(chuckling)

Well, yeah, bold choice.

Well, you know, I figured he's just

as likely to do anything worth
a shit as the other two, so...

Who did you vote for?

I ain't voted since Truman.

(laughs)

Come on, you're telling me

that the last guy that you voted for

dropped the atomic bomb?

Twice.

See, now that figures.

You miss it?

What's that?

War.

Every goddamn day.

So, who says you have to give it up?

Here.

(vehicle approaching)

Sent them back to the barracks.

Let me show you something.

Looks like it went well.

Thurston: Well, more
of them died than us.

One sergeant alone took out a dozen.

And them son of a bitches
what was running the place.

He's a kid named Conway.

He's a good soldier.

So what do you think?

I think it's the most
beautiful thing I ever seen.

They really make heroin from that?

Yes, they can.

If you say so.

Long as I get paid.

You'll get paid, Captain.

You will get paid.

Reporter: ...with
442 electoral votes,

far more than he needs to win.

Naomi: Oh, Jesus, Sebastian!

What in the name of God?!

Honey, I got to get help for you.

I got to call an ambulance.

- (sobbing)
- Jesus! Jesus!

Oh! Oh, honey.

Here, here.

Here, now.

Oh, oh.

Reporter: ...uh, we
can see the dimensions

of Mr. Nixon's landslide tonight.

- John?
- There is Sioux Falls and George McGovern

- entering his headquarters at this moment.
- _

Mrs. McGovern with
him... Eleanor McGovern.

(crowd cheering)

McGovern: Thank you very much.

I'm here among my
friends in South Dakota

where this campaign began

almost 22 months ago.

- (crowd cheering)
- It's...

And, uh, we now...

we now bring it to an end tonight,

and I have just sent
the following telegram

to President Nixon.

"Congratulations on your victory.

I hope that in the next four years,

you will lead us to a time of peace abroad

and justice at home.

You have my full support in such efforts

with best wishes to you
and your gracious wife, Pat.

Sincerely, George McGovern."

(crowd cheering)

The first presidential concession

that I remember hearing

was that of Adlai Stevenson

in 1952.

He recalled the old Lincoln story

of the boy who had stubbed
his toe in the dark.

And when the lad was asked how it felt,

he replied, "Well, it
hurts too much to laugh,

but I'm too old to cry."

(sighs)

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

- ♪ I want you to come ♪
- ♪ Come ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, I want you to come ♪

♪ Just to ease ♪

♪ My troubled mind ♪

- ♪ Oh, Lord ♪
- _

♪ Come on ♪

♪ And ease ♪

♪ My troublin' mind ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ When I die ♪

♪ Just take me to ♪

♪ My home on high ♪

♪ But now, Lord ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ Just to heal ♪

♪ My troublin' mind ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ My mother's dead and gone ♪

♪ She left me here ♪

♪ To weep and mourn ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ Mama's gone ♪

♪ She left me here ♪

♪ To weep and mourn ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ When I die ♪

♪ Just take me to ♪

♪ My home on high ♪

♪ But now, Lord ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ Just to heal ♪

♪ My troublin' mind ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, ease
my troublin' mind ♪

- ♪ Want you to ease ♪
- ♪ My troublin' mind ♪

- ♪ Oh, Lord ♪
- ♪ Ease my troublin' mind ♪

- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
- ♪ Ease my troublin' mind ♪

- ♪ Come on ♪
- ♪ Ease my troublin' mind ♪

- ♪ Just to heal ♪
- ♪ My ♪

♪ My troublin' mind ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ And ease ♪

♪ My troublin' mind ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ When I die ♪

♪ Just take me to ♪

♪ My home on high ♪

♪ But now, Lord ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ Just to heal ♪

♪ My troublin' mind. ♪

(water sloshing)

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