Quarry (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Figure Four - full transcript

JONI: Could you hear it?

Let me try again.

(POPS)

That's me popping my lips. (CHUCKLES)

Your favorite Hope you can hear it.

Anyway, this is your wife, Joni Conway,

and today is Monday, March 10th, 1969.

And this is my first tape recording to you,

my brave and amazing husband Mac Conway,

while you're over there
fighting for our country.

I thought we could send each other
these tapes instead of letters



'cause then it's almost like
we're talking to one another.

(SIGHING) Oh, I miss you so much, Mac.

I miss you so goddamn much.

So much that
I'm willing tn cuss about it, apparently.

I miss your face,

your arms when you wrap 'em around me.

It's just so lonely here without you.

At! I want is for you to walk through that door,

scoop me up,
and wrap those arms around me so tight.

I better slow down,
or I'm gonna end up talking dirty to you.

(CHUCKLES) ?Don't be a tease, Joni."

Man, I can just hear you now.

I love you, baby.

I love you so much that sometimes
it feels like all there is that love.



Like there's not any mom for anything else.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

So, I need you to promise me something.

Promise me, your wife, Mrs. Joni Conway,
that you'll stay safe

and get this stupid tour over with
and come home to me.

We can start our life together, okay?

(TELEPHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

I've been so angry for so long,

asking, "Why'd you get drafted?
Why are we so unlucky?"

But then I realized, well, we have each other
and we always will.

And it doesn't get any luckier than that.

I'm not making much sense, I guess.

I wish I could talk to you.

But since I cam, you just listen.

You stay safe, baby,

and know that! love you.

Okay?

I love you so damn mum.

(TAPE RECORDER CLICKS)

What's going on?

Will you...

Will you say something to me?

Can we please... Mac.

(NEWSREEL WHIRRING)

(LIGHT CLICKS)

VERNE: Got a body over in Binghamton.

Binghamton?

Somebody's picket fence
wasn't white enough?

The hell's all this?

Talbot Avenue double murder.

Our mystery one-legged man.

Hoggard and...
What was the black fella called?

Arthur Solomon.

He the one
with the sock shoved down his throat

-or the other one?
- Other one.

Solomon only had his throat blowed open.
No sock.

So, Solomon comes home, right?
Did some pretty heinous shit in Vietnam.

Allegedly.

"Allegedly" did
some pretty heinous shit in Vietnam,

but nothing comes of it.
It gets swept under the rug.

Or maybe he didn't do nothing.

A month later,
guy's shot dead in an apartment

next to a prosthetic leg and another dead guy
with a sock shoved down his throat.

And?

And one thing may have something to do
with the other.

Where's our one-legged man?
And who else was there?

Okay, Hanoi Jane.

Maybe you can explain it to me
on the way to Binghamton.

Let's go.

(LINE RINGING)

MAN: (OVER ANSWERING MACHINE)
Hello. We are not available now.

Please leave your name
and number after the beep.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

(STAMMERS) Uh, I need to speak with the...

ls anybody there'?
I need somebody to pick up.

I gotta talk to someone, please.

Morning, sunshine.

You look like you could use a drink.

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

(PINBALL MACHINE DINGS)

Look, I'm sorry. You gotta understand.

I wasn't allowed to tell you

about your wife snacking up
with ol' Cliff Williams.

- Boss man had a plan.
-Okay, where is he?

He's probably in whatever coffin he sleeps in

-when the sun's out.
- How do you contact him?

That's not really how it works.

Okay, what if something
goes wrong on a job?

I called, but all I got was
some, uh, answering machine.

Who, old "Hal 9000"? I hate that damn thing.

You cut the shit, you understand me?

I need to know what happens next.
I'm not hereto be your fucking friend.

Oh, and here I thought
I'd found a fourth for bridge.

Well, let's see.

You owe him money, right? How much?

- Thirty.
- Ho-whee!

He's got your Wranglers 'round your ankles

and your ass over that whiskey barrel,
don't he?

(STUTTERS)

Well, you built the file on me, right'?

- The, uh, scout phase?
- Indeed I did.

So why is he doing this to me?

He sees something in you, something unique.

Fuck "unique."

Well, then.

(SIGHS)

Tomes.

Wait, where you going? Please...

Oh, you don't wanna be friends,
you wanna be friends, what?

I need to know what I'm supposed to do next.

(SLOW MUSIC CONTINUES)

(EXHALES)

What happened to the money you owe him?

(GRUNTS)

My friend, he did something with it.

And I guess it's kinda hard
to ask him what, considering.

Pay him his 30 G's
and maybe you can have a conversation.

That's the best I can tell you, handsome.

That there's no good news in this world.

I can't come up with that kind of money.

It ain't even been 12 hours
since you found out the sky's not blue.

You get some rest, okay?

He'll be in touch.

JONI: Thanks again for the ride.
Mac needed the car for some job interviews.

Gotta be weird having him back home.

It's not weird.

I'm just excited I get to join
you and Cliff's little carpool club.

There's no carpool club, Andrea.

Riding in to work together almost every day?

I call that a carpool club.

I still think the two of you
should have hooked up before Mac got back.

- Andrea.
- Come on!

Everybody at work
could see how much he digs you.

There's no harm in a little fling.

Well' then maybe
you ought to hook up with Cliff.

ANDREA: Oh, my God.

POLICE OFFICER:
I appreciate your cooperation, miss...

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

ANDREA: Oh, my God.
JONI: Don't stop.

(ANDREA BREATHING HEAVILY)

- I'm just gonna ask him about it.
- We should go.

- Oh, my God.
Andrea, please.

- I think we should talk to the cops.
- I can't be here right now.

Okay.-

HATTIE: "In anticipation of
the upcoming school year..."

Hattie, I ain't got time for this right now.

"...that changes regarding school attendance
will be taking place in the form of busing."

Well, I've had my fill of change of late,
thank you.

But this is a good change.

Well, a lot of white people
may not agree with you.

They had' what, 15, 16 years
since they were supposed to do this?

Once white parents get a taste
of how bad it is in the black schools,

watch how quick the black schools get better.

Better books, better teachers,

-classrooms that ain't falling apart...
- But I like my school.

- You want some more milk, baby?
- I got it.

(WHISPERS) You can get dressed now.

Are they really gonna
make me switch schools?

Nobody's switching anything yet.

Aunt Hattie's just reading a letter
from the school district,

saying they're gonna work
to make changes down the road.

They're finally gonna make
all the white kids and the black kids

go to school together
come January of next year.

Oh, Hattie.

What? That's the truth, ain't it?

And, Marcus, honey, ifs a good thing.

Gonna mean you get a better education.

Will my friends switch, too?

Well, we don't know
how it's all gonna work out yet.

You just worry about enjoying
what's left of your summer, all right?

-(DOORBELL RINGS)
- Can you get that?

And no dribbling in the house.

HATTIE: Hello.

- Who is it?
- MAC: Hey!

- Mac?
- Ruth.

- Well, uh, come in.
- I thought I'd swing by,

you know, see how everything's going.

Well, that's nice of you.

- Yeah.
- But we're okay, really.

Well, you know, there's nothing nice about it.

It's my job to, you know, make sure
y'all are doing all right, so...

- Please sit.
- Thank you.

- You want some coffee?
- Uh, yes, ma'am.

LOU: Mama! Marcus won't tie my shoe!

Keep it down in there, please.

- HATTIE: Do it yourself, you baby.
- Here you go.

Thank you.

Have you... Have you...
Have you heard any more from the cops?

No. Why, you talk to 'em?

Hmm.

- Yeah, yeah, I did.
- What they say?

Well, they were just asking about,

you know, who he'd been
hanging around with, that sort of thing.

Did Artie ever mention
anything to you about money

or buying you or the kids anything?

No, nothing like that.

Is that what they think this is about? Money?

Probably just speculating.

You crazy you think them cops care at all
about another dead black man in Memphis.

Well, they talked to Mac about it,
so at least they're doing something.

-(BALL BOUNCING)
- I said no dribbling in the house!

RUTH: Sony. Mac?

- Mac?
- Yeah?

- You all right?
- Yeah. Yeah.

- LOU: Mama!
- I'm coming, baby.

(STUTTERS)
Look, I apologize for interrupting.

- Mama!
- I should let y'all have your morning.

No. No. I'm coming, baby...

(MAC LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

Excuse me.

- Oh, let me walk you out.
- Okay.

- RUTH: Sorry about all the chaos.
- That's fine.

Everyone's just trying
to make sense of everything.

That goes for all of us, right?

(CAR THUDS)

Uh...

Here, here, here.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

- What is this?
- Just take it. It's okay.

It's sweet of you to check on us,
but we don't expect anything.

- Okay.
- We're gonna be okay.

Yeah, I know.

If y'all need anything, okay,
and I mean anything at all,

-just give me a call.
- I appreciate that.

You give my best to Joni.

(SIGHS)

-(ENGINE REVVING)
{RADIO PLAYS INDISTINCTLY)

WOMAN: ...and so we struggle, Lord.

We struggle to understand Your plan.

We never expect someone
as vibrant and full of life as Cliff

to be taken in the prime of his life.

But it's the struggle to understand why
that we come to find out

that the only certainty in life
are the trials and tribulations we must endure.

(MAN SINGING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Oh.

Susan.

Hi. Your dad's not here right now.

That's okay. I can wait.
I need his help with something.

Only, I have no idea when he'll be back, so...

Okay. You and I can catch up. Hmm?

How's that lovely wife of yours?

She is great.

Missed you at the party, though.

And I was sorry to miss it.
I was feeling under the weather.

Say no more.

I came down with malaria
twice my first tour, so...

- Could I?
- By all means.

Thank you.

- Would you, uh, have a glass with me?
-(SCOFFS)

I don't do much drinking
in the middle of the day.

Well, you are missing out.

Mmm. Now, there.

(SNIFFLES)

That was a day.

MAC: Mmm.

Hey, how many years
you been putting up with his bullshit, huh?

Ten in May, actually.

A decade, huh? (CLUCKS)

Damn. (CHUCKLES)

They ought to give you the Purple Heart.

You said you needed to ask
for Lloyd's help with something?

Mmm-hmm.

- Yeah, it's a financial matter.
- Yeah, of course it is.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Nothing.

If you'll excuse me, Mac,

I really do have some housekeeping
I need to attend to.

Oh, I thought y'all had a maid.

It's a figure of speech.

Lloyd may not be home for several hours.

- Let me try him at the office.
- Yeah, you do that, Susan.

(EXHALES) You do that.

(NUMBER PAD DIALING)

SUSAN: He's here.

Right now in the house.

What am I supposed to do, visit with him?

I thought you told him, Lloyd.

Well, evidently you didn't
deliver it strongly enough,

'cause here he is.

(PHONE HANGS UP)

- Your father would...
-(DOOR CLOSES)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(SIGHS)

(OBJECTS CLATTER)

(GRUNTING)

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

(PANTING)

Fuck!

(SLOW ROCK PLAYING)

Ah, I'm gonna order us another.

Should I get us something stronger'?

(LAUGHS)

What's wrong with you?

You've been staring off into space
since Binghamton.

- What, damn it?
- That body in Binghamton.

I was friends with him. High school.

Well, God, why didn't you say something?

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Are you okay?

We were good buddies.
We just lost touch over the years, you know?

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

You wanna dump it off
on Anderson and Boyd?

No, nothing like that. lt's just weird.

All these bodies,
and that's the first one I actually knew.

- Hey. Two shots of whiskey, honey, okay?
WAITRESS: Got it.

ANDREA: Same time tomorrow'?
JONI: Maybe, yeah.

Uh, I'll call and let you know. Thanks, Andrea.

(MUFFLED ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Hey! Hey.

Hey, when did this come out? Huh?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

No. Joni, don't. No. I got it.

Hey, Joni.

See, it's easy.

There, you see? Hmm?

I got it.

Here, just...

There we go. Yeah, we just...

(LAUGHS) We just had a little disagreement.

It's all better now. We got... I missed it.

(MATTRESS THUDS)

Everything is better.

See, Joni, look.

Look, Joni. This is all that's needed.

(DOOR LOCKS)

Joni. Joni, no. Don't do that, Joni!

Joni!

Well, so now you're not talking to me, huh?

Come on, Joni!

-(BANGS ON DOOR)
- Joni!

(ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC STOPS)

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Thanks for tuning in to 58, WHBQ, Memphis.

Here's Velvet Opera with Anna Dance Square.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO)

(SIGHS)

(SLOW ROCK PLAYING)

- Get you anything?
- No, I'm okay.

You wouldn't happen to have seen

a one-legged man
come through here, would you?

He's got a funny mustache, name of Suggs.

- Doesn't ring a bell. Sorry.
- It's all right.

- STRIPPER: Care for a private dance, mister'?
- No, I'm off the market.

Hey, Alli. You got any one-legged customers
with funny mustaches lately?

- What was it?
- It's, uh, Suggs.

I got a fellow with a hook hand.
No mustache, though.

- No, that's not it.
- I'll keep an eye out.

- Thanks, Alli.
- Sure you don't want the private dance?

Not your type?

No, I'm just playing hard to get.
Maybe drop the price down.

(LAUGHS)

- Gwen.
- Mac.

- What'll you have?
- Bourbon, neat.

- Ancient Age?
- Gotta be better than the current one.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

It must be tough

being married and working at a place like this.

Probably about as tough as it is to be married
and be a customer in a place like this.

I only wear this
so the customers won't hit on me.

- Oh, yeah'? How's that working?
- Mmm-hmm. You tell me.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DOGS BARKING IN THE DISTANCE)

{MUSIC PLAYING)
-(PINBALL MACHINE DINGING)

JOE DON:
One time, a piece I sold you jammed.

One time out of five, six?

That's batting .800.
That's! get me to the Hall of Fame.

All it takes is onetime, Joe Don,
and my guys don't get any more at bats.

Why are they shooting?
Thought you was just doing bank jobs.

When you put it that way,
we could probably just be using toy guns.

Thanks, Joe Don.
You just saved me a couple hundred bucks.

Hold on. I'm sorry.
None of my business what they're used for.

Just that you're one of my favorite customers.

Hate to think you're dissatisfied.

So, usual baker's dozen?

Plus five snubs,
four more .45s and double the ammo order.

(EXHALES) Then we're looking at $3,800.

I was thinking $3,300.

Hold the hell up.
It's always been $2,000. You know that.

Plus the snubs, the .455, and ammo?

Why are you getting cute on me?

$3,800.
- Feels like $3,300, though.

$3,600 then. I can move those snubs, easy.

I guess "favorite customer"
don't account for too much.

- Not for 500 goddamn dollars...
- Hey!

Don't cuss at me.

Now, times are tough, J.D.,
and they're getting tougher.

I like doing business with you,
and you say you like doing business with me.

But I can and I will find somebody else.

$3,300.

To the Hall of Fame.

Something I wanna show you.

Aw. a gift?

You should have opened with that.
I wouldn't have been so curt.

Right? Thought you might like it.

What made you think that?

I don't know. Because you're...

Because I'm what, Joe Don?

Well, you're queer.

Ain't you?

Tomorrow, 7:00 p.m.

- Usual spot?
- If it ain't broke.

See you then.

(PINBALL MACHINE DINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

MAN:
You done with Mr. Williams' desk, Tommy?

Ma'am.

MAN; Joni?

Can you come with me, please?

VERNE: Some of your coworkers told us

that you and Mr. Williams
sometimes carpool together.

Occasionally.

VERNE: And yesterday morning
was one of those occasions

when you and your friend came by?

I called, but I couldn't reach him.

Did you speak to him at all on Wednesday?

Uh, just here at work.

- But not after work?
- No.

They told us it was an accident.

Uh, this is all pretty standard questioning,
ma'am.

We're just trying to get a timeline down.

We know he was
covering a show at the Flamingo.

Seems to be the last anyone saw of him.

TOMMY: On Wednesday, you were where?

I was home all night with my husband.

- Your husband, what's his name?
- Lloyd McKinnon Conway Jr. Goes by Mac.

As in Quan Thang,
Lloyd McKinnon Conway Jr.?

My husband didn't...

What does my husband have to do with this?

VERNE: So, Cliff... Did he have any girlfriend

he ever talked about,
any relationship problems?

No. Y'all think...

Y'all think that someone did this to him,
is that it?

- You're over on Glenview, right?
- Yeah.

- And Cliff lived on Piccolo?
- Yes.

- It's a little out of the way for a carpool.
- Not really.

I could just pop over and get him
and then get on Union or vice verse.

(SOBS GENTLY)

(PANTING)

(sesame)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Ah.

((SIGHING))

(SHIP HORN BLOWING)

-(GRUNTS)
-(CROWD YELLING, CHEERING)

THE BROKER: My father used to bring me.

I saw Gorgeous George himself here
30 years ago in Memphis.

Come out the tunnel,
Pomp and Circumstance blaring,

his valet tossing rose petals
all the way to the ring.

Get up!

- How you holding up' son?
- Pretty fucking terrible.

I would imagine so.
Been a heck of homecoming you've had.

- I admire your resiliency.
-(SCOFFS) My "resiliency"?

No, I mean it. Look around you.

We live in an age of superfluous men.

Not one of these knuckle-draggers

could handle a fraction
of what you've endured.

-(GRUNTS)
- Yeah!

Well, I think they got
the better end of the bargain.

(GRUNTING)

So, what? You want me to work for you
because I have a shitty life

and haven't managed
to put my head in an oven yet?

You know what makes us miserable?

The expectation that the world
is something other than what it is.

- And what is it?
- That's it, boy!

Go, Mandingo, go!

REFEREE: One! Two!

That's two!

Think after the last few weeks you've had,
you would know all too well.

(CROWD CHEERING)

- So this money I owe you, this $30,000..
- Twenty six thousand.

Cliff Williams?
I believe he's shuffled off this mortal coil.

Okay, so the money I owe you, I can get it.

- But I'm gonna need more time.
- Talking of Mr. Williams,

are you and your wife
on speaking terms presently?

Uh, why'?

Didn't know if she mentioned

that she was questioned by police
this afternoon.

Relax, it's okay.

All they know is that
some hippie idiot smoked some grass,

decided to work on his car,

probably too stoned to realize
he hadn't set the jack right.

- So they think it was an accident.
- It was, wasn't it?

(CROWD CHEERING)

Yeah!

McCall, get up!

One, two, three! Ring the bell.

(BELL RINGING)

Undefeated since the Battle of Gettysburg.

- Boo!
-(CROWD CHEERING)

Where is she tonight, anyway, your wife?

What's that matter?

Just wondering if you left her alone or not.

You know, Gorgeous George used to have

his valet spray perfume around the ring
before a match.

Quarry'?

Quarry, listen up.

- Quarry!
- No! No, no. You lured me here, okay?

You lured me here so you could send
your flunkies out to hurl her.

- I'm not fucking stupid.
- Of course not. She's fine.

What sense would it make for me to harm her?

Let's just say I have a vested interest
in where things stand between you two.

Yeah, okay. Why?

Why? What are you, my marriage counselor?

God damn it.

Even after everything she's done,
you still love her, don't you?

Son, I know the world don't make
a whole lotta sense to you right now.

Nothing makes a man angrier

than having no sense
of meaning or purpose in life.

- And what? You're gonna give that to me?
- I can't give you that, son.

I can't fill that real void.

But there's something
I could do with your help with.

- MAN: ...short stack up!
- Coming through.

One second, ma'am.

I'm sorry.

Okay, here we go.

And pancakes for you.
Waffle for you, little man.

Enjoy.

There you go. Come again.

How you doing? Here you go.

Watch your back.

Uh, you wanted ketchup?

- Good morning. Coffee'?
- Mmm. Please, ma'am.

Thank you much.

Hope they aren't working you too hard.

Oh, you know, just the breakfast,
lunch, and dinner shifts.

That's it, huh?

- How you doing? What can I get for you?
- Hmm.

I might need a little help there.

- I'm new to the neighborhood.
- Oh. Well, welcome.

Thank you kindly.
What would be your expert recommendation?

- How hungry are you?
- Very.

Uh, the biscuits and gravy
are the best things on the menu.

- Sawmill?
- Red-eye.

Ah, even better.

And steer clear of the meat loaf,
but you didn't hear that from me.

(LAUGHS) Loud and clear.

Biscuits, some of that red-eye gravy.
- Mmm-hmm.

- Cheese eggs. Scrambled if they can swing it.
- Okay. Coming right up.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

LOU: Mama said you'll be in trouble next time.

HATTIE: Shut up, okay? Just go get the ball.

MARCUS: Find it?

BUDDY: Lesson one. New job, new car.

In the system, we trust.

MAC:
Should I be taking some notes or something?

BUDDY; Probably.

Gonna see a man about some guns.
You're just there to back me up.

Broker wants you to learn the ropes.

- MAC: Okay. Who we meeting?
- A guy named Joe Don.

Total fucking dolt.

{TRAIN RATTLING)
{WATER DRIPPING)

Lovely day for doing business, ain't it?

All right.

Well, who's this?

This is Quarry.

Okay, what the hell is Corey doing here?

Well, I could say the same
about Mr. Meatball here.

I know him.

I don't know him or why somebody I've got
a perfectly good working relationship with

would switch shit up on me all of a sudden.

I say he's good,
and for you that means golden,

-you understand?
- Okay.

How do I know he's not a cop?

Oh, good God. Yeah, he is. We both are.

- You're under arrest for being ugly assholes.
-(JOE DON CHUCKLES)

- Do you have my guns or not?
- JOE DON: Yeah.

Go ahead. Show him.

BUDDY: Gun, gun, gun. Okay.

Show him.

JOE DON: Well, sure looks like money
from way over here.

Still gonna need to count it, though,
if you don't mind.

And here I thought
we'd established a level of trust.

(sum COCKING)

Leave it, fuckstick.

JOE DON: Y'all can go ahead
and hand over your guns now.

Mind tossing me that little bag there, Corey?

You go and throw me a surprise party,
Joe Don?

JOE DON: Oh!

Pink Lady.

I knew your little swish-ass
would love that piece. (CHUCKLES)

Ruining a business relationship
and all for this kind of money?

Why?

'Cause it feels like 3,800,
you cocky little faggot.

That's why.

Give it.

(GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

MAC: Throw me the fucking gun!

(SCREAMING IN PAIN)

(HENCHMAN GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)

- BUDDY: (WHISPERS) Oh, fuck.
-(GUN CLATTERS)

(PANTING)

(sum FIRING)

-(SCREAMS)
- Shit.

Fuck.

-(ENGINE STARTS)
-(TIRES SCREECH)

You motherfucker! Go get him!

- What about the...
- Take him out!

Fucking faggot, shit-loving motherfuckers.

(MAN GROANS)

(BUDDY GRUNTING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(THUDS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

-(CRASHING)
-(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(TRUCK HONKING)

Fuck!

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

BUDDY: You got that handkerchief?

(BOTH PANTING)

(THUDS)

I can! believe Joe Don had the balls
to pull something like that.

Sorry it went down that way.

- You'll have to get that looked at.
-(CAR APPROACHING)

I know a guy. I'll be fine.

So, how'd it go?

Oh, my. (SIGHS)

Well, it's gonna keep you off the dance floor.

The money?

I believe you just got a bag full of guns.

Consider the money hazard pay.

Fair enough.

What say we put a thousand on your tab, too?

Whatever you say.

There you go.

You're down to $25,000 already.

Let me ask you a question. Does everything
go to shit in this "perfect system" of yours

or did I just come on board
at a really bad time?

I hadn't realized you'd "come on board,"
Quarry.

Glad to hear it.

(SNIFFLES)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

CLIFF: I wanna hear you.

-(WOMAN CHUCKLES)
- I wanna hear you come.

- Yeah. Hold on.
-(MOANING)

Oh, yeah, this way I can hear you.

What you sound like
when you come anytime I want.

(MOANING STOPS)

MAC: Mail service is still fucked.

a' did get four letters from you a few days back.

Nothing since, so...

They're really the only thing I care about here.

That and getting back 10 you.

I'm not saying this to make you worried,

but just because
you're the only person I can tell.

I'm so miserable.

I miss you so goddamn much, Joni.

I have these thoughts about, like, fruits

(LAUGHS)

and vegetables.

And not dehydrated
Just stuff from the store, the colors.

And I think about us putting
clean sheets on the bed

and sleeping in together.

I can't remember the last time I slept in.

The way we wake up on a Sunday morning
with nothing in from of us,

you know, but the whole day.

That sound you make when you pop your tips.

(MAC SIGHS)

I think about your strong coffee
and your spaghetti.

LAUGHS} The way you cook spaghetti.

And watching you cook it
without you knowing that I'm watching you.

I don? know, maybe that's weird.

But it matters to me.

And I think about you.

I mean, you're my whole wide world,
Mrs. Conway.

You make what's bad about me good
and what's good about me better.

(MAC SIGHS)

I am so fucking lost without you.

Aw, shit, Pm a mess.

Now, I realize that

I couldn't live if I didn't have you
to come back to, you know?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I just couldn't live.

(TAPE RECORDER STOPS)