Quarry (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - A Mouthful of Splinters - full transcript

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

JONI: Jesus. Coming!

Yes?

(STUTTERS) Hey. It's Joni, right?

It's Scott Hunter.

I served in 'Nam with your husband.

And with Arthur.

Yeah, I'm sorry. He never mentioned you.

I can tell him you came by.

Never mentioned me?

All I did was save the guy's life,
the ungrateful bastard. (CHUCKLES)



Is he home?

He's out at the moment.

And it's pretty late.

I'll be happy to tell him you came by.

SCOTT: No. Wait, wait, wait, please.

Now listen, I...

I just got word about Arthur,

and I know two people in Memphis.

And one of them is dead.

The other one's your husband.

I know that it's a late hour and all,

but I just drove
straight through from Houston

when I got the news. It's...

It's 10 hours,



and if I could just use your bathroom
and your phone

and call my wife, let her know I'm safe,

I'd really appreciate it.

Why didn't you call ahead?

Well, I did earlier.

It's just no one answered, you know?

Come on, Joni.
I gotta piss so bad, I can fill a boot.

Come on in.

Thank you.

Would you like something to drink?

Ah, yeah. Whiskey if you got it.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Help yourself.

(WATER FLUSHING)

(DOOR OPENS)

You want me to make you a sandwich?

Maybe next time.

So, there's gonna be a next time'?

Aren't I a lucky gal?

I'll call you.

It's okay. Take it.

I do make a pretty mean sandwich, though.

-(THUMPS)
-(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(ENGINE STOPS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(KEYS JANGLING)

(TAPE PLAYER CLATTERS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Sues s: gov ER PHONE}
I was about to give up on you.

Fourth time's the charm, I guess.

MAC: Who... Who... Who is this?

SUGGS'. KN ER PHONE)
Hey, slow down, Mac.

You're awful wound up
for someone who just got his dick wet.

- Yeah, I'm everywhere.
- Who is this?

SUGGS: (OVER PHONE)
Now, that just breaks my heart.

I'd have thought watching
that nigger friend of yours

bleed out together
would've counted for something.

Yeah, trust me.
It's gonna count for a whole lot.

SUGGS: (OVER PHONE)
That's the spirit.

Now, I'm gonna go out on a limb here

and guess you probably
want your wife back, yeah?

Where is she?

SUGGS: {OVER PHONE)
She's right here. Let me get hen.

(JONI WHIMPERING)

SUGGS: (OVER PHONE)
Say hi to your husband, sweetheart.

(JONI MUMBLING)

SUGGS: (OVER PHONE)
Shit, sorry.

It's a little hard for her to talk
with my dick in her mouth. Hang on.

mom seas

- JONI (OVER PHONE) Mac?
- Baby?

- Baby, did he hurt you?
- JONI: (OVER PHONE) Mac...

- Did he hurl you?
- JONI: (OVER PHONE) Please help me.

MAC: Baby...
Joni, you listen to me, baby, the blood...

- The blood, did he hurt you?
- JONI: (OVER PHONE) No-.

SUGGS: (OVER PHONE)
Okay, there you go. See? Barely a scratch.

God, do you understand
what I'm gonna do to you?

SUGGS: (OVER PHONE)
Okay, hey, man, just...

No, do you fucking understand
what I'm gonna fucking do to you?

SUGGS: (OVER PHONE)
Shut the fuck up!

You're gonna do jack shit
compared to what I'll do to her

if you don'! stop mouthing the fuck oh'!

MAC: What do you want?

SUGGS: (OVER PHONE) Answers, mostly.

And fuck it, money while we're at it.

MAC: Okay, what kind of answers?

SUGGS: (OVER PHONE) For now, just
concern yourself with the money part.

MAC: How much?

SUGGS: (OVER PHONE)
$20, 000 seems like a nice figure.

You got until 11:00 p.m. tomorrow.

- And then what?
-(DIAL TONE HUMS)

WOMAN: Well, why you think she won'?
She cheats.

Oh, well, if she cheats,
you stop playing bridge with her, Mama.

It's that simple.

Oh, no, I ain't gonna stop
playing bridge with that woman.

You know why?
She makes the best martini going.

Oh, good... I've had her martini, Mama.

I'll show you how to make a better martini.

- Well, your daddy made them best of all.
- Hmm--.

Every night, toddy time.

Set your watch to it. Oh, man.

I miss that man's martini, I'll tell you.

Yeah, well, you're right about that.

You got, what, three cases of Beefeater
in that closet over there.

(LAUGHS) You bet I do!

Well, you might as well put them to use.

I got an awful good deal.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, sure, you did.

It has nothing at all
to do with that cute delivery boy.

- Aw, he ain't that cute.
Muscles out to here...

- Never mind.
-...from carrying all that gin.

- He's got a bulge everywhere that's important.
-(LAUGHING)

Calm down, now.
You're gonna burst the stitches.

Hold yourself now. Stop it.

QM!

Well, you keep shitting
and falling back in it, baby.

That's the price you gonna have to pay.

There we go. Perfect.

- Thank you, Mama.
- Well, that's my baby boy.

- Hang on, now. It's the last part.
-(INHALES SHARPLY)

- God!
- What's the problem now'?

Oh, it is nothing, Mama.
I just got shot in my leg.

-(CHUCKLES)
- The one I use for walking.

Probably it'll get gangrenous and I'll die.

Oh, honey, our people
don't die of gunshot wounds.

Our people die of alcoholism
and heart disease.

- Well, still hurts like all hell.
- Okay.

Hold on, now.

What'd I do... Oh, here.

This is left over from my hip operation.

You gonna take one every six hours,

but you got to take it with food.

There's about five or six in there.

That'll get you through a day or two,
help you feel better,

but I can always call Dr. Fred
if you need more.

Now hold on. What'd I say?
You got to take it with food.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

I got some succotash
and blood sausage all ready for you.

- You just hold on a minute.
-(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Thanks, Mama.

- You want me to burn that sausage?
- Yeah, burn it black.

- What?
- I said burn it good.

Okay. You want fried or scrambled?

I don't care. However it comes.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

RECORDING: Hello. We are not available now.

Please leave your name
and number after the beep.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

MAN: (OVER PHONE) Yeah, it's Rook.

Lawn was mowed, plants watered.

Heading back to the roof shed.

(PHONE LINE BEEPS)

(PHONE RINGING)

MALE VOICE: (ON ANSWERING MACHINE)
Hello. We are not available now.

Please leave your name
and number after the beep.

(PHONE LINE BEEPS)

MAC: (OVER PHONE) Broker or Kan'
or someone, it's Mac. It's Quarry.

Whoever checks this, you have...

You have to have the Broker
call me immediately.

It's an emergency.

You tell him to call me at home immediately.

(PHONE LINE DISCONNECTS)

(TAPE CLICKS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN There you are.
MAN: Thank you' darling.

(PHONE RINGS)

(SINGING)
Born under a bad sign

I been down since I begin to crawl

if it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all

Wine and women is at! I crave

A big-legged woman
is gonna carry me to my grave

Born under a bad sign

I been down since I begin to crawl

if it wasn't for real bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all

Fm a bad luck boy

Havin' bad luck all of my days, yes

I been down

Dawn don'! bother me

WOMAN: She's better
at doing the push and pull,

if you know what I'm saying.

That right?

- Donna!
-(INAUDIBLE)

Ladies...

- My night is over.
- Aw!

Yours doesn't have to be.

What's that for?

- Y'all are gonna have to buy tickets.
- For what?

Next time we ride my Memphis Train.

-(WOMEN WHOOPING)
-(LAUGHING)

- When did he call?
- Just now at the home office.

Old man said he sounded pretty frantic.

Well, friend in need.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

MAC: Okay, maybe... Maybe the client,
you know, knows something.

You know, the one
who hired you to kill Suggs.

THE BROKER: Client can't help us.
Not with this.

MAC: Yeah, okay, but they must know
something more than we do.

You know what?
Why don't you let me talk to them?

THE BROKER: That's not an option.

Okay, then, fine, fuck it. I'm gonna...

I'll just go to the cops.

(CHUCKLES)

And tell them what, exactly?

I'm gonna tell them about Suggs and...
(SCOFFS)

Okay, look, I'll tell them about you if I have to.

Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm.

That's certainly an option.

Wife of suspected war criminal,
whose former lover just died, is now missing.

That's a head-scratcher.

Not to mention a man with a prosthetic leg

being involved in both your friend's murder
and your wife's abduction.

That should be easy
to baby-step them through.

Mmm.

Come on, Karl.

MAC: You said you were
gonna take care of this.

You said you got this handled.

Afraid I was wrong about you, son.

Please, please.

Please.

I need your help.

See, now,

that wasn't so hard, was it?

-(PHONE RINGS)
-(VOICES MURMURING)

Hey, there.

- Tommy.
- Yeah?

- Sandy Williams. Cliff's sister.
-(LAUGHS) Holy shit, yeah. Sandy Williams.

Last time I saw you,
you had a Barbie in each hand

and a mouthful of metal.

- How are you?
- Uh, not too good, actually.

Yeah, I'm very sorry.

Funeral arrangements are keeping me busy.

Trying to keep myself moving.

The worst is when I don't have anything to do.

And what brings you here today?

I don't know, actually. Y'all called me.

(SIGHS)

Will you give me a second? Thanks.

- Who called her?
- LANDSDALE: I did.

VERN E: Toxicology came back.

Your friend was higher than elephant pussy
when he got up under his car.

- We're ruling it an accident.
- An accident. Already? Why?

Because it appears
that it was a fucking accident.

Bullshit. We haven't even taken a run
at that Conway dirtbag yet.

We still can about the Solomon case.

The one where people
were killed by bullets and guns,

and not by mixing substances
with heavy machinery.

Landsdale said it was an accident,
it was an accident.

Unless you got something
that proves otherwise.

Let it go, Tommy.

Lieutenant, we can't close this case yet.

We can't close this case yet.
We've been working on something.

We got a connection.

Yeah, he told me. Two dead people
in Memphis knew the same woman.

TOMMY: Yeah, and that woman
is married to a war criminal.

You got any idea
what our numbers are this month?

This fucking heat
is making everybody so miserable,

they're killing each other.

We got no-shit homicides coming in daily,

and we got all the makings
of a goddamn race riot

over this busing bullshit.

Around here' there are only happy accidents.

- Do you understand me?
- Fine.

Lieutenant, at least
let me be the one to tell her.

Always gotta win something, Olsen.

Hey, Sandy, can we get you
a drink of water or anything?

Oh, no, I'm all right. Thanks for asking.

Hey, Miss Williams. We spoke on the phone.

- I'm Detective Ratliff, Tommy's partner.
- Of course, Detective.

So, any update?

Well, the toxicology report came back on Cliff.

- I...
Apparently, your brother had been drinking.

Also had marijuana in his system.
Very high levels.

Okay.-

So... So what does that mean?

It means that they're ruling it an accident.

Just didn't set the jack properly, maybe,
but no sign of any foul play.

Okay.-

So, I guess there's nothing else
that you need from me, then.

No, ma'am. We're very sorry for your loss.

Do you have any questions for us, Sandy?

I'm not sure there are answers
to the questions I have right now, Tommy.

I'm very sorry.

What do they say?
"It's one of those things," I guess.

Well, when's the funeral?

This weekend. Are you coming?

Yeah. I mean, I'll definitely try.

Well, thank y'all for your efforts.

You hungry? Could go for a Huey Burger.

(FAINT PATTERING)

(PHONE RINGS)

(PHONE RINGS)

MACI Uh, hello?

MAN: Mac Conway?

Yeah, who's this?

This is Detective Tommy Olsen.

Uh, who?

Detective Tommy Olsen
from the Memphis Police Department.

I'm investigating the murder of your friend,
Arthur Solomon.

Mr. Conway, we need to set up a time for you
to come on down here to the station

so you and I can talk.

It's a serious matter.

- Are you there, Mr. Conway?
-(HANDSET SLAMS)

(PHONE RINGS)

(RATTLING)

-(DOOR OPENS)
-(FAINT SHUFFLING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

You want some oysters?

Have one.

Come on, everybody loves oysters.

I'm not hungry.

(GASPING)

You too fucking good for oysters?

(CHOKING)

I'm sorry. I don't...

(GASPS AND COUGHS)

Fine. Eat crackers then' you picky bitch.

Sorry. That was uncalled for.

I get low blood sugar, I get irritable.

- What are you...
-(SHUSHING)

Let's see. Let me see your hand.

(PANTING)

- That's a big cut.
Please...

A lot of letters you wrote.

You know, they say
that cheatings not about the other person.

It's about you

and your need for feeling sexy or whatever.

Being desired.

Still, I don't know why
that dipshit husband of yours

would go out for meat loaf

when he's got this at home.

Hmm.

JONI: What are you talking about?

Well, he cheated on you.

It's a redheaded whore.

Slings drinks at a strip club.

She's not a stripper, per se.
Doesn't take her clothes off for money.

It's more like
has sex with good tippers, I guess.

- When?
- Last night.

I followed him right to her doorstep.

I don't believe you.

Believe whatever you want. I don't give a shit.

But I had to know that you were there
by your lonesome somehow.

So...

You knew that black guy
who got killed a couple weeks back?

He was in all the papers.

They say a prosthetic leg
was left at the scene.

What does Arthur have to do with this?

(FAINT TAPPING)

This land mine.

Dak To, '67.

(SNIFFS)

Staff sergeant got the worst of it.

Split him asshole to helmet.

Nah, I'm just fucking with you.
It was diabetes.

You killed Arthur.

No. No, that would have been my friend,

whose throat your husband stuffed a sock in
until he wasn't breathing anymore.

(CHUCKLES) on.

You didn't know that part either.

Hey.

You have any idea
who he'd have done that for'?

He's banging strippers,
choking men to death with socks,

and trying to kill
upstanding American citizens such as myself.

And you don't know shit about shit.

You have no idea who your husband is.

Well, I am bored to fucking tears.

(CHUCKLES)

What to do? What to do?

-(CHUCKLES)
- Please...

(GASPS)

You reek.

You are a mouthy little cunt.

Married to a mouthy little dick.

You fit well together.

Mmm-hmm, mmm.

Please.

No. Okay.

I have my period.

(GRUNTS)

I told you at the house.

I told you I needed my purse.

I have my period.

Come here.

- No, no, no!
- Shut up.

Please, please, please.

- Shut up.
- Stop.

Stop moving.

You stupid whore.

Stop squirming!

Please stop.

Get up.

-(GRUNTS)
-(PANTS)

I'm going back out.
If you need to shit or piss, you do it now.

Can I have my purse? (SNIFFS)

- My tampons are in my purse.
- All right, I don't wanna fucking hear about it.

(LOCK RATTLES)

-(POUNDING ON DOOR)
- Hurry it the fuck up.

Yeah, all right.

Come on.

Get down.

Lean back.

Come on.

(GAGS)

There you go.

(MOTOR CHUGGING)

-(BUDDY LAUGHING)
- NAOMI: I said, "Come on,

"you old man,
settle that ass down."

'Course I'm the one
who had 10 spend the whole afternoon

picking out the bubble gum from his bush.

-(BUDDY CONTINUES LAUGHING)
- Oh, yes, picture it, that straw hair and all.

- Oh, God.
- And then he starts yelling.

"Naomi," he says,
"you best not tell anybody about this."

I said, "Baby, I ain't gonna tell nobody
you got a wooden dick

"if you don't tell nobody
I got a mouthful of splinters."

(CACKLES)

- You did not say that.
- Yes, I did.

It went on the whole afternoon.
Whole afternoon.

- Pick, pick, pick, pick.
- Oh, my God.

- Damn. Yeah.
- Oh, my God.

(CHUCKLES)

NAOMI: Mmm, mmm, mmm.

(SIGHS)

I miss these times with you. I do.

Ah.

I ain't complaining. It's just, you know,
you're go, go, go all the time now.

Did I ever show you them pictures

from me and your daddy's trip
to New York City?

I ever show you?

Oh, no. I don't think you did.

Well, I'm gonna go and get them.

(FAINT TICKING)

NAOMI: That was the first time
your daddy ever rode in a plane.

Mama?

(GRUNTS)

What's the matter, honey?

Sweetheart, what's the matter with you?

I don't wanna do this anymore.

Oh, baby, I'm sorry.
I thought you liked looking at the pictures.

No, Mama, not...

I'm not talking about that. I'm...

(SIGHS) I'm talking about the work I do.

Oh.

Oh, I see.

I just don't think I got it in me anymore.

I'm sorry, Mama.
I don't mean to burden you with it.

What you mean, burden me?
Don't ever say it again.

I just want my boy to be happy. My baby.

Well, how many years
you been doing this now?

Five, now. I don't know.
I can't even remember anymore.

Mmm-hmm, well, I bet it'd take a toll, don't it?

I imagine it does.

I'm glad you're speaking on it.

Aw.

(SOBBING) I just feel...
I feel like the inside of me is...

It's worn away.

You don't have to say anything.

I'm gonna make you another.
That's what I'm gonna do.

(SNIFFLES) Well,

as long as you don't shun-pour
the Beefeater this time.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, I know
you make them better than I do.

Mama, it's shaker, ice, gin,

tip your hat at the vermouth, and shake.

Yeah, yeah, and you're
a little old smart-ass, that's what you are.

(CHUCKLES)

Make yourself another while you're at it.

NEWS ANCHOR: And with the first week of school,

protesters on both sides...
-(PHONE RINGING)

...of the busing debate came out in force.

Because of a court ruling,
changes could happen...

(RINGING CONTINUES)

...within your district
as early as November or December.

Proponents of the plan...

- Hello?
- SUGGS: Hey, pal. How are things?

Where are we meeting?

I hope you're pulling
that money together, Mac.

I haven't touched her yet,

but I sure have thought about it.

She reminds me of my mother a little bit,

but in a sexy way.

I... I almost have your money.

Horseshoes and hand grenades, friend.

I'm assuming you'll be able
to get the money within, what, uh...

The next four and a half hours?

I'll have it.

Why'd you come at me, Mac?

You and your friend.

What did I do to you?

If I see that she's safe,
I'll tell you everything you wanna know.

- How's that?
- Know the King Cotton Hotel

that just closed downtown?

- 01 course.
- It's 11:00. Don't keep us waiting;.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

(BOAT HORN BLARES)

Hey, Moses.

Best view of the city.

Great show last night.

Saw you talking up them girls.

Uh-uh, they were talking up me, my friend.

Is that right?

What can I say? I'm just great company.

More like rich company.

I'll take what I can get.

So tell me,

how's it coming with our little girl?

She got her little kids. They all cute.

Her sister help out. That's about it.

She sure as hell ain't got no $30,000.

You checked her house?

Watched her work her breakfast, lunch,
dinner shift two days running.

Not exactly the sign of a woman who's flush.

Maybe she's saving it for a rainy day.

Maybe she don't got it.

Look, I need something
that's gonna pay guaranteed.

Not this Easter egg hunt bullshit.

Not too many Easter eggs
with $30,000 in them.

There's a man. White guy,

30, dark hair, mustache.

Stares at stuff a lot.

Name's Mac Conway.

Keep an eye out for him.

Like keep an eye out? Or keep an eye out?

What's the difference?

Well, one involves me being ready
to be lethal with this white boy

and one don't.

He's a friend of the dead husband,
and he knows about the money.

He working for you?

Just keep an eye out, the non-killing one.

When do you play next?

Trying to get some
studio work down at the Fourge.

It's been a slow summer.

Look, this bitch got a little depressing life,

and ifs making me
depressed to have to do this.

When can you throw me something real?

You think you're ready for that
after what happened?

- I told you that...
- I told you

ignorance still has consequences.

Sooner you find the money,
sooner we can talk.

(BOAT HORN BLARES)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Can I interest you
in the wonders of Tupperware?

This...

This doesn't look like $20,000.

Money's never as big as people think.
It's all there.

All right. Look, here.

Okay, he called, okay'?
He's at the King Cotton Hotel.

It's at 11:00 p.m.

And I looked at it,

and regardless of what direction he comes in,

okay, he's gotta come in
from the north on Monroe.

- Come in, yeah.
What?

(CHUCKLES)

Nothing. It's just you're all fired up,
what with your plan and all.

- Got a real sense of purpose...
- Yeah, you're right.

I probably shouldn't be
taking this very fucking seriously.

You know, if my wife
fucked another man in my bed,

if it was me,

I'd probably let him
have his merry way with her.

Hey, listen, bucko, okay?

This whole back-and-forth thing
that we do, the banter,

this ain't that, you understand me?

I do.

But if Peg-Leg Pete doesn't get his money,
your wife vanishes off the face of the earth.

But not before he gives her the high hard one,

probably slits her throat.

You're under a lot of stress right now. I get it.

So here's a plan.

I'll show up and pop this guy
after you've gotten your wife back.

How's that sound?

(TAPS TABLE)

Oh, uh...

The newspaper. There's a lovely tribute
to the man who cuckolded you.

You know, sex...

Such an intimate experience, isn't it?

(SCOFFS) Can you imagine
how red her face got?

He's staring into her eyes.

The sweat on her breasts.

(SIGHS)

Anyway, seems like
he was pretty well-liked, so...

Thanks for the beer, Quarry.

It's always, always a pleasure.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(GRUNTING)

(BOAT MOTOR CHUGGING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

What the hell?

You smuggle this in your cooze?

Hmm?

(KNIFE CLATTERS)

All right. I'll get you up.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS AND GROANS

(PANTING)

You fucking bitch! Come here!

(GRUNTS)

- No, no!
- Come on!

Come on.

Come on.

(CHOKING)

(GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOT)

No, no! {GRUNTING}

(GRUNTING)

(YELPS)

(MOTOR WHIRRING)

Fuck!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHOOPING)

(MEN LAUGHING)

Fucking Gary.

Hey!

Hey, is that fucking Gary?

Hey!

Where the fuck you been?

Hey, I been around.

(SCOFFS) No, you have not been around.

I called your place and you were not there.

Jesus, what are you taking?

Who you here with?
With these two tearoom bottoms?

Y'all went to George's bar
and you didn't even fucking call me?

- You told me you had the fucking flu!
- I'm feeling better.

Glitter don't lie, bitch.

(nos BARKS)

(BARKING CONTINUES)

(THUMPS)

(BARKING CONTINUES)

It's okay, y'all. It's okay. It's okay.

(BARKS)

(GRUNTS AND PANTS

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(FAINT RUMBLING)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

-(LOUD CHIRPING)
-(GASPS)

(LOCUST BUZZING)

(PHONE RINGS)

- Hello?
-(STATIC CRACKLES)

- Hello?
-(LINE BEEPS)

JONI: Mac, is h' you?

(STATIC CRACKLES)

Joni? Joni, are you... Are you okay?

Can you hear me?

Yeah, I can... loan hear you, baby.

- Are you hurt?
- Please get me, please.

Please come get me. (SOBS)

Okay, you just have
to tell me where you are, Joni.

Where are you, honey?

It's, uh, a bait shop.

Um... (SNIFFLES)

Uh, Topwater Bait Shop,
um, 921 Norfolk Road.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(DOG BARKING)

(DOG BARKING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Joni, hey...

Baby?

Honey, where is he? Hey, hey.

Baby? Wait.

-(WATER SPLASHES)
-(DOG BARKING)

(BARKING)

(LAPPING)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

You okay?

What?

Did he...

Did he what, Mac?

I'm just trying to check on you, Joni.
That's all.

He didn't rape me.

At least that part of my honor is still intact.

Right?

I need to go to the house.

- What?
- I need to get my stuff.

No, absolutely not.

- Out of the question, Joni.
- Mac, I need to get my stuff' all right?

And then, believe me, I never wanna step foot

-in that fucking house again.
- Okay, what are you saying, Joni?

I don't know what I'm saying,

except there's a fucking maniac
out there somewhere, okay?

Exactly! That's why going back to the house
for anything whatsoever

-is a bad fucking idea!
- Don't you fucking yell at me!

Look, we'll just stop somewhere.

- I'm gonna take care of this, okay?
- No, I wanna get...

- I will find him.
- Take care of it?

- We're gonna get...
- Who are you?

Find stuff for you,
and then we'll go back tomorrow

-when it's daylight.
- I'm gonna get my stuff.

You're gonna what, stash me somewhere?
You won't let me call the cops?

Okay, I told you, Joni,
I'm gonna take care of it, okay?

- You just have to give me a little more time.
- I'm gonna get my stuff, Mac!

Just let me get my stuff, okay, please?
Let me get my stuff.

Why won't you just...

(SOBBING) Just let me, all right?

Why won't you just let me get my stuff?

- Look, I'm sorry.
-(GASPS)

Don't fucking touch me!

(sow

Save it for your redhead.

Where are we going?

Gray 300.

Try not to scratch it.

Just in case.

(SNIFFLES)

Y'all gonna find this asshole?

- Depends.
- On?

Circumstances.

(CHUCKLES) Where you going?

- Depends.
- On?

How fast and far I can drive.

The boss is gonna wanna know
where you are, Quarry.

You just tell him to find
this one-legged fuck. Okay?

What do I...

What do I tell her?

Whatever you'd like.

Probably best to steer clear
of the truth, though.

For her sake.

Hazard pay.

And, uh...

(EXHALES)

Thank you, Karl.

You are oh so welcome, Quarry.

Drive carefully.

JONI: Who was that?

It doesn't matter, okay'? I'll explain later.

Get in the car. We need to get out of here.

- What about... What about our car'?
- Joni, please. Get in the car.

Are you okay?

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)