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Southern
Airways flight 49 has arrived

at Memphis International Airport,

gate 11.

It's gotta have some
type of meaning, you know?

I'm not sure you're
gonna find what you're looking for

in a Memphis airport gift shop, Mac.

Gotta take what you can get.

I'll find it.

I still think this
whole thing's a bad idea.

Yeah? Why?

Coming home a day early, thinking
you're surprising your wife.

How could that possibly go wrong?

What you mean? Man, you don't
know what you talking about.

Heh, I know a year's a
long damn time to be away.

You're liable to end
up surprising yourself,

finding some jackass

flopping around on top of her.

All right, so I guess you think
Ruth cheated on you, too, you know?

She sure as hell better not have.

Yeah, there goes that
sense of romance?

Nah, man, left most
of that in Saigon.

Hey, you think flowers are too corny?

Always go with flowers.

Now, listen to the ladykiller here.

He might be onto something.

- Trust me.
- Okay, thanks.

- You ready?
- No, not yet.

Look at that sad little man.

It sure takes a
lot for you to get laid.

"Coming home" pussy is
like "lunar eclipse" pussy.

Ain't gonna happen again

for me in my lifeti...

hey, there she is!

Hey, come here, baby.

- Finally.
- Yes.

If I didn't know no better, I'd
think somebody missed me.

I didn't forget my "white
husband." Come here.

- How you doin', Miss Ruth?
- You brought him home to me.

I did. Trust me, it wasn't easy.

Hey, did you, talk to Joni?

I did. She doesn't suspect a thing.

She thinks we're coming here
tomorrow to pick y'all two up.

That's my girl.

I got something for you.

- My.
- Yeah.

Plucked fresh from the
banks of the Mekong River.

Wow, aren't I a lucky lady?

Come on, let's go.

Wait. There's something
y'all need to know.

Um...

y'all have any other
c-clothes you can change into?

Reporting from Memphis Airport,

a not-so-welcome
home

for Lance Corporal Arthur Solomon

and Sergeant Mac Conway,
two local Marines

who were implicated, but ultimately cleared

in the supposed Quan Thang Massacre

earlier this year.

Hey! Look at the bags! It's them!

Shooting babies make you feel like a
fucking man, you fascist piece of shit?!

Quan Thang! Quan Thang!

What the hell did you do
with all my Otis Redding?

Baby!

Baby.

It's almost like you
haven't seen me in a year.

You weren't supposed to
be here till tomorrow.

Well, that's why they call it a surprise.

They're beautiful.

Yeah, well, I got 'em on discount.

Your records.

Seeing 'em just made me wanna listen to 'em

and listening to 'em just made me too sad.

The place looks like shit.

Well, you're home just in time
to help me straighten things up.

What is it? What's wrong?

Nothing. It's just...

it just doesn't seem...

I-I'm sorry, it's...

it's you.

It is, baby. It's me.

Kiss me.

It's okay.

Take this off.

What's taking you so long?

You really home?

I'm gonna pinch you.

So, did you dream of me?

You forgot my face, didn't you?

I forgot your smell.

I got something for you.

- You do?
- I got something amazing for you.

Is it a kiss?

- Later.
- What is it?

All right. Close your eyes.

All right, Mr. Mac.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

This is, um...

The tackiest thing you ever seen?

I was gonna say, "Exactly
what every girl dreams of."

I mean, what do... what
do you think happened?

My man decided suicide by toilet.

I don't know. Poor little guy.

He's got his best bow
tie on and everything.

I figured you could put
it up with your collecti...

wait a minute.

What happened to all your figurines?

- Just needed the space.
- Yeah?

It's very sweet, baby. Thank you.

I mean, you don't have to
have it on display or anything.

No, you know what? I got
the perfect spot for it.

It's the trash, isn't it?

There.

Now you can see it every
time you do the dishes.

Yeah? Every time
I do the dishes?

You heard me.

Come here.

Or what?

You do not wanna know "or what."

No.

No, no, no, no!

- Nope. You know what's gonna happen.
- Please, please, please!

- Yep. Here we go!
- No. No!

- No!
- Are you ready?

No, you son of a...!

Cannonball!

Baby, you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Never better.

In 1968,

many Americans thought they were voting

to bring our sons home
from Vietnam in peace.

And since then,

20,000 of our sons have come home

in coffins.

I have no secret plan for peace.

I have a public plan.

And as one whose heart has ached

for the past 10 years
over the agony of Vietnam,

I will halt the senseless
bombing of Indochina

on Inaugural Day.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Who is this?

...running ablaze
from bombed-out schools.

There will be no more talk

of bombing the dikes or
the cities of the north.

And within 90 days

of my inauguration,
every American soldier,

and every American prisoner
out of the jungle...

- Okay, I see the shot.
- Take a shot.

If I miss, I get a do-over.

Nuh! You already
used your do-over.

All right, gentlemen! Time for breakfast!

Coming, baby!

- It's my shot!
- Gotta take it.

I'm taking it.

Ahem.

Daddy, do you want
bacon in your waffle?

Bacon in my waffle?

I've been crumbling bacon
and putting it in the batter.

They can't get enough of it.

Y'all too fancy for a bowl
of corn flakes and milk?

Don't get all fussy. We
still got some of that, too.

This one's beating me at basketball,

you're putting bacon in waffles.

Go away for a year and
this place goes to shit.

Sorry, sorry!

Look, y'all don't say
them words, all right?

- You ain't in the barracks anymore.
- I know.

Ain't nothing in the
barracks as sexy as all this.

I gotta go. I'm gonna be late.

Sit down and eat something.

I gotta go, Ruth. Do I look like
management material, baby girl?

You look like a giraffe.

- All right, I'll take it.
- Now all this food is gonna go to waste.

Well, my checks ain't coming anymore, baby.

Not gonna let you be the only one
bringing home the waffle bacon.

Wish me good luck.

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

See ya tomorrow.

Go and get that sweet girl to bed.

When I got back from Okinawa,

I asked your granddad
if he was proud of me.

- Know what he said?
- Well, knowing Pop-Pop,

probably something racist.

"Need to get a job." That was it.

Didn't tell me he was proud, nothin'.

Soft touch, your granddad.

Well, Lloyd, are you proud?

I think he needs to get a job.

I'm gonna settle up the tab.

- Here you go.
- It's okay.

No, no, take it.

Nah, I quit.

I'd bring you on if I could.

- I wasn't asking...
- But this economy,

real estate's in the shitter.

There's just nobody
buyin' houses right now.

Well, I'd...I'd like to
see you some now that I'm back.

Maybe I could come over, we could
watch a ball game or something.

Probably be best if you don't
come by the house for a while.

It's just the whole Quan Thang crap.

Saw all that bullshit at
the airport on the news.

All those long-haired hippie
idiots throwing crap at y'all.

Whole thing's got Susan
worked up into a lather.

I told her I'm sure you were
just following your orders...

- D-did you, now?
- You understand about women.

Yeah, well, I thought you'd
understand about war, Dad.

- Okay.
- Where are you going?

Just Joni's got work
early in the morning.

Son...

I just want you to know that...

whatever happened over there,

I'm proud of you.

If your mother was still alive,

- she'd be proud of you, too.
- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, maybe she'd even
let me come by the house.

- Son...
- No, it's been...

it's been a real treat, Dad.

Thanks for the booze.

Come on.

Don't go stopping on my account.

You want the show, you gotta buy a ticket.

- Beverage?
- No, thank you.

So, anything stand out?

Just that the poor kid never had a chance.

Who's taking direct? Moses?

Karl? Don't tell me it's Karl.

Jesus, I'll do it myself
if it's "Ug-Mug" out there.

I believe I'm gonna take this one.

Well, well.

Boss man rolling up his
sleeves and getting dirty.

I'm glad you approve.

I'll leave you to...

is there a term for
what you was just doin'?

I believe "breathtakin'."

Believe y'all won State that year.

- Hey. You must be Coach Blantz.
- Call me Monty.

Coach Owen spoke real highly of you, son.

Good work ethic, strong character,

- good leader.
- Well, he was a tremendous influence.

Yeah, he's a good man.

And he really seems to be
enjoying retirement, too.

Unfortunately, I think he
gave you some bad intel.

How's that?

We don't currently have an open position.

One of the assistants who was leaving,

they're now staying on
till the end of fall.

Okay, but after that, I mean,
y'all need someone, right?

Well, no, then you're looking at
winter break, so we wouldn't... no...

Okay, but then next year, you know,

I mean, I could find something until then.

I don't think you should count on it.

Look. Listen, okay?

This is something that
I... I know I can do, okay?

That I'd actually be really good at, so...

I can be a volunteer.

Or be an advisor, you know,
until something opens up.

I just don't think you
should count on it, son.

I'm sorry.

Thank you for your time.

Two tours, $156.68.

The "thank you for your service" card

must've gotten lost in the mail.

You'll find a job, baby.

Something better than being
a high school swim coach.

Well, what if I don't?

That's... that's barely
one payment on this house.

And throw in the car and the pool?

You built that pool with your bare hands.

The pool's not hurting us.

My paycheck's not nothing.

Maybe it's just too much house for us.

Hey.

Slow down. You've only
been home a few weeks.

Just let me wear the pants
around here for a while.

Great. Get dressed. We're meeting Andrea

at the theater in 15 minutes.

I think I'm just gonna
stay... stay here tonight.

Why?

Hey, don't you wanna find out

how the apes conquer the planet?

- It'll be fun.
- Nah, I just wanna take it easy.

Okay, then I'll stay, too.

No, no. Joni, Joni, no.

You go. Have fun.

This is because she
didn't come to the party.

No, it's not beca... all right, I
just don't feel like going, okay, Joni?

Hey.

It's gonna be all right.

We'll figure something out, okay?

Pop your lips for me.

- Damn.
- What?

It's just even better than I remembered.

Good. Then you're coming to the movie.

Nah. You go and have fun.

Dead man's float.

A little dramatic, no?

So, a total stranger walks
right through your house,

a house you share with
your beautiful wife Joni,

and look at you. Not worried.

You're ready.

Should I be worried?

Depends on how this goes.

- Joni's...
- Don't worry. Your wife is fine.

She's enjoying a movie with a friend.

See, things here take a turn,

I have a man stationed at the
pay phone outside the theater.

Should anything happen to me,

my man will make sure your wife is...

not so fine.

Understand?

Just a little insurance policy.

May I?

Is it gonna matter if I say no?

You got a glass?

Just the glass there, "Spitz."

You want a drink, too?

You hungry,

'cause there's leftover cake in the fridge.

"Civilization begins with distillation."

William Faulkner said that.

He was a Four Roses man just like you.

Who are you?

What the hell you doin' in my home?

You can call me the Broker.

As to the why...

I got an opportunity for you.

- Okay?
- Amway's not really my thing.

- So...
- Maybe you don't understand.

Maybe... I don't want to.

I'm offerin' you the
chance to make real money.

Right here at home doin' what you
did for Cracker Jacks overseas.

Prevent the spread of communism?

You can research a lot about a man,

but you can't research his sense of humor.

No, son. I provide a service.

People have problems, I provide solutions.

Permanent ones.

Wait, are you... are you asking me

what I think you're asking me?

Depends what it is
you think I'm asking.

My guess is a smart guy like
you, you got a good idea.

What, y'all Mob?

- Y'all CIA?
- You got a preference?

Okay.

Okay, okay, listen...

I hate to ruin your trip,

Mr. "the Broker"...

whatever the hell
you call yourself...

but I'm not interested.

Out of curiosity,

how much a high school
swim coach make these days?

Roughly five grand a year.

You didn't land that gig, did you?

Real pity.

That's 30 grand.

That's six years teaching
pimply little shitheads

how to Australian crawl.

All yours in advance. Take it. Enjoy it.

Buy that gorgeous
wife of yours a car.

Okay.

- And then what?
- Over the next several months,

I'll approach you with jobs.

Each job pays four grand
until you've earned out.

I see. And you'd be the broker.

I'm an agent between
you and my clientele.

They don't know you, you don't know them.

It's all clean. Impersonal. Perfect system.

All you gotta do is pull a trigger.

Something we both know you're damn good at.

Okay, look, look.

Just 'cause you, you know...

you followed me around for a few days,

it doesn't mean you know me.

- Why'd you go back?
- Excuse me?

To Vietnam.

You're drafted, you
serve your country,

hallelujah praise Jesus in
the manger, you survive.

You come back to this lovely
home, your beautiful wife,

your pool.

And then one whole year later, you go back.

Why?

You wouldn't understand.

Bet I would.

I know what happened
to you in Quan Thang...

what really happened.

Leave now. Leave now!

It was war, son.

You do what you gotta do to survive.

Hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey,

you and your little fuckin' sidekick here,

get the fuck outta my house right now.

You understand it's in
everyone's best interest

to keep this conversation between us.

Yeah, and anything happens to my wife,

it's gonna be in your best interest

to find a deep, dark hole to hide in

'cause I'm gonna come looking for you,

I'm gonna find you and put you in it.

What a waste.

Good luck, son.

I don't think you got any idea

how bad it's gonna be for you out there.

Thanks for the whiskey.

Baby?

In here.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- You okay?
- Yeah. Yeah, great.

Just went for a swim.

That's your engine rack

and your tire changers over here.

Got a hydraulic lift for the cars.

That's Tony.

And this here's the tire room

where we keep used
tires, retreads and such.

And... hey.

Last but not least... air filters.

Now, whatever they
bring their car in for...

transmission, oil change,

can't turn off the windshield wipers...

you grab one of these babies
and tell 'em it's theirs.

They'll wanna replace it in a heartbeat.

They're gonna need one eventually.

Might as well get it from us.

This way. I'll show
you to the break room.

- Man, put that away.
- No, you got the last two.

Come on. Come on, man.

- I got it, all right?
- Man...

Look at this. You're spending
money like you're at a...

Thai whorehouse.

So other than the shit work, the no money,

and being hated in your own hometown,

it's goin' okay?

- Two more rounds, man.
- No, man. No, I can't, I can't.

Look, no, no. Joe... Joe, I can't.

Joni's making dinner. I gotta go.

Make it a round for the bar.

- What are you doin'?
- You believe this?

You risk your life getting blown to shit,

they throw rotten fruit
at you at the airport.

Buy a round of whiskey,

all of a sudden I'm Flip
Wilson to these motherfuckers.

Man, I didn't realize
there was this much pelf

making shitty office furniture.

I thought that's where
you're supposed to be.

Aren't you workin' tonight?

I quit.

What do you mean you quit?

Come on.

I got something I wanna show you.

No, no, no.

No, last time you said
that, it hurt so bad.

Well, I'll spit on it this time. Come on.

Come on, come on.

Pff-ff...

Shit, man.

Look, man, that same asshole
showed up at my place, too.

Yeah, he told me. He said
you weren't interested.

No, I'm not! And you shouldn't be either!

What, don't you see the opportunity here?

To go to prison or die, Arthur, which one?

So killing some Viet Cong,

splattering their heads
like melons, that's okay.

But killing some son of a bitch
who actually deserves it...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait.

"Deserves it"? Okay, says who?

Says who, man?! Some
creep with a bag of money?

We're not talking about
preachers and librarians here.

You don't get a contract
taken out on your life

- if you're an upstanding citizen.
- Arthur, Arthur, look, man.

You were somebody over there.

Okay, now you're not and I get it, okay?

Well, you wanna be a
grease monkey all your life?

No, no, I don't, I don't!

But I'm not gonna get
killed under a fuckin' car!

No, you're just gonna die there.

Ruth, Marcus, Lou.

What the fuck you think I'm doin' this for?

If someone's gonna put
this much fuckin' money up

to have you killed,
then you're already dead.

Shit is done!

If it ain't us takin' the money,
it's gonna be somebody else!

Don't you get it, man?

Hey, don't you fuckin' get it, man?!

If you do this,

you are who they say you are.

Come on.

Well, for a $30,000 advance,
I'll be whatever they...

- Come on!
- What the f...

we already are what they say we are!

Where you been?!

Do you feel a fuckin' thing anymore?

One human emotion?

'Cause I don't.

Look...

I'm gonna need a partner, though.

I want somebody to watch my back.

Come on.

No, man.

Beautiful car like this,

regardless whether we do it or you,

you're gonna wanna change it soon.

Yeah, that's fine.

It... it's a '71 fastback?

- It's a Mustang.
- Well, I know,

but a fastback four-barrel?

That right there is one
of the finest muscle cars

Detroit put out in a generation.

Were you in 'Nam, son?

No, sir. I was 4-F.

- So anyway, with the timing belt...
- No, no, it's okay.

- Excuse me?
- I know who you are.

Papers around here.

Quan Thang, right? I didn't believe

any of the horseshit they said about that.

I appreciate it.

Anyway, with the... the timing belt...

There wasn't no massacre.

Media makes us out to be the villains

while the goddamn V.C. are
sending little three-year-old kids

out of the rice paddies with hand...

What the fuck?!

No, no, please!

- Hey!
- Don't!

Hey!

What the hell, son?

It's all right, it's
all right, it's all right.

I... I got it. I...

I got... I'm sorry, I'm...

Everything all right?

You're gonna drip water everywhere.

Okay, so who is he?

Some scumbag private investigator.

And what is all this?

All right, now, somebody comes
in, does a stakeout, right?

They set up a safe house, follow him...

where he's going, what he's
doing, what his pattern is.

Broker calls that the "scout" phase.

We come in, make sure he keeps
on doing what he's been doing,

find him alone, taking a shit or whatever,

and pull that trigger.
That's the "direct" phase.

- Basic recon, execution.
- That's right.

So tell me again why I ought
to be sweatin' my ass off

making shitty-ass office
furniture all night.

So I figure you and me,

we work that 30,000 advance off together...

No. No, no, we don't.

No, we work this four G for
this job and then I'm out.

If that's how you want it.

Yeah. That's... that's how I want it, man.

I... look, I just need a little
bit to keep my head above water.

All right, man.

Courtesy of the Broker.

Hey.

How are you doing tonight?

Think we can hang out later on?

- How about right now?
- Yeah? How about half off?

What am I working with?

Right here. I got this little bad boy.

Yeah? Why you doin' that?

I guess "Dumb Dora" ain't so dumb.

Baby? Come on.

I got two good legs!

Fucking slut.

Well, I've seen enough of this
motherfucker's miserable life.

What about you?

Entrance to the safe house

is that door right across the street.

Okay, wait for my signal.

And we are ready
to start the fourth inning...

And there's the windup

and the first pitch, and
it is a ball, low, outside.

...the strike zone.

Here's the second pitch.
And that's a called strike

right down the middle
of the plate...

one and one.

- It's not a surprise...
- Go, go, go.

Shit!

Fuck!

What the fuck was that, man?

- We should call somebody.
- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just... just hand me
a rag or something, man.

Fuck!

Marcus, honey,

you should try and eat something, okay?

Hello?

Mac?

For you.

One of the detectives.

Hello?

How goes it?

I believe we have some
things to discuss.

That's not... that's
not gonna work for me.

I got 30,000 reasons
you wanna make it work.

Tomorrow night, 5:00 p.m.

Limestone quarry, mile marker 97.

- You got it?
- Yep.

Sounds like a date.

- What they say?
- Just setting up a time

- for me to come down to the station.
- Here you go.

- What is it?
- It was nothing.

They were just trying to
work it all... figure it out.

If you know why he was
there that night, Mac...

I... I don't know. I don't know.

I have no idea.

One minute, he's working
a goddamn furniture factory

and the next...

he's dea...

he's dea...

he's dead?

He's dead? He's gone?

One month.

I had my husband back for one month.

- I'll get it.
- No, I got it. I got it.

I'm... I'm...

I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

Be right back.

One... one sec... one second.

Thank you all for coming.

Let's go for a swim.

Baby?

I can't find "Otis Blue."

Well, like I said, if
it's not in there, I...

- I don't know where it would be.
- Okay, but could you have

loaned it to somebody? Andrea, maybe?

Okay, calm down. It's in here somewhere.

No, it isn't in there, okay?
I already fucking looked.

Why are you yelling? It's a record.

It's been a tough couple of
days. Let's just go for a swim...

Nothing's where the fuck it was! Okay?!

You have moved everything around!

I'm not the one who decided
to go back to war, okay?

So forgive me for livin' my life.

I'm sorry if your record
isn't in the exact same spot...

- Hey, hey, hey, you know what?!
- What, Mac?!

Forget it.

I'm sorry, I shou...

I shouldn't have...

I'm gonna...

I'm going for a drive.

Okay. I'll come with you.

No. You stay, okay?
Need to clear my head.

Will you be back for dinner?

Will you be back for dinner?

I don't know. Probably not.

- How long you gonna be gone?
- I don't know, all right?

I don't know.

Put it down!

Put it down, fuckhead! I said put it down.

Easy, easy.

It's goin' down.

Well, color me impressed.

Fuck "impressed," okay?

I just... I want you to leave
me alone, you understand me?

I do, son. I really do.

There's just the tiny matter of the money

that I gave to the dearly
departed Mr. Solomon.

Now, I'm guessin' by the fact

that you're settin' traps and firin' guns,

you ain't got 30,000 to give me, do you?

Hey, why don't I just pull this trigger?

Something we both
know I'm "damn good at."

Because you're not that stupid.

Okay, bullshit! I know
there's just you and...

and Mr. fuckin' Potato Head over here

and a bunch of smoke and...

Leave it!

It's a nice try, Spitz.

"One victim was found dead

of gunshot wounds to the throat and chest.

The other died from asphyxiation

caused by choking on a cloth sock

apparently removed from a
prosthetic leg found on the scene.

The prosthesis belonged to neither victim."

It takes a certain kind of
man to do that kind of thing.

Hollowed out on the inside.

Hard as rock.

Kinda like this place.

Maybe I'll call you "Quarry."

Got a nice little ring to it.

You know, there was nothing in your...

in your file

about another guy with Suggs.

I'm still not clear

as to why you were there.

You weren't interested if I recall.

He said he needed a partner.

Did a bang-bang job on
that one, didn't you?

Hey, who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck are you? His butler?

I told your friend

to use care and caution.

Neither of you obeyed those instructions,

so I really don't see how that one's on me.

I-I'll come up with the money. I will.

Or I'll find the guy, okay?

I'll find... Suggs.

Killing a one-legged man

seems to be beyond your reach.

I got something else for you.

And then we're square?

Let's just say it's a start.

So, what... what are you gonna do?

You're just gonna keep holdin'
this money over my head?

I gave your friend $30,000, son.

Okay.

Okay, what do I need to know?

Hey, stranger.

How'd she like the flowers?

Who?

Airport, about a month back...?

- Wait, you?
- Me.

Well, I sure am glad you're on our side.

I'd have hated to deprive
the world of all this.

So, um, you know, Broker...

the Broker, whatever...

he said I should see you.

Call me Buddy.

So, what did he do?

Ol' Cliff Williams there?

He was part of the group that killed MLK.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait, what?

Are you serious?

You are too precious for words.

No. No, he pissed somebody off.

Unfortunately for Cliff,
it was the wrong somebody.

I laid out his pattern
in the file there.

You just make sure it follows
and Bingo was his name-o,

you kill him graveyard dead.

It's easy enough, right?

Yeah, his "pattern." Okay.

'Cause, you know, everybody does

the same predictable
thing every day, right?

Have you met a human being lately?

Nothing but predictable.

I wish the unexamined
life weren't worth living,

then maybe some of these
fuckers would off themselves.

Look, I'm not gonna tell you that
we're doin' the world a service here,

but we're doin' the world a service.

...for you.

What is it with y'all

and these things?

Well, it's perfect for lonesome travelers

like us, right?

It's gloves, a new piece,
and keys for your loaner car.

Now, it's parked downstairs.

You're gonna leave your Maverick
and take the loaner, okay?

Hey.

I'm real sorry about your friend.

- Come here.
- What?

- Come on.
- Hell no.

Fine.

You are a special creature...

and are very much loved.

What's... what's that for?

Wouldn't you like to know?

- No, it sounds good.
- Okay.

These bands break up all the time.

- Cliff?
- Yeah.

You've got a message.

I guess I won't be the only one

havin' a good time tonight.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What the hell
are you doing here?

- I got your message.
- What... what message?

At the club.

- The one that said "Come over ASAP."
- I didn't call a club, Cliff.

No, seriously. We spoke about this.

This is done. You need to...

You want me to go? I'll go.

I don't even know when he...

when he'll be home.

You knew.

Of course I knew.

Why didn't you just tell me?

Because you
wouldn't have believed me.

You needed to see it for yourself.

Do you know how I
managed to survive two tours?

What I told myself?

"You only last if you don't care."

It was bullshit, though. I cared.

Ahem.

Jesus Christ. Can I help you?

Do you know who I am?

TV or the newspapers?

Otis Redding records?

Life's inherently
complex, isn't it?

- Death isn't.
- Isn't what?

Complicated.

Death's just a switch
that gets flipped off.

You're right about that, Quarry.

You're absolutely right about that.

It's done.

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