Quarry (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Seldom Realized - full transcript
Fearing for his wife's safety, Mac checks Joni and him to a motel.
(FAINT TRICKLING)
(PANTING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
(EXHALES)
Fuck, fuck.
(GROANS)
Come on.
(CHUCKLING)
Yeah, kind of hard for her
to get the license and registration
from inside the trunk, Karl.
No. No, no, no.
Y'all had two goddamn days
to find this asshole
and you don't have jack or shit,
so you'll pardon my lack of patience, Karl.
No. No, no, Karl. No, Karl.
Why don't we just send you a postcard
while we're at it, right?
No, you don't worry about
where the hell we are, okay?
You just worry about finding this shitbag
so I can take my goddamn wife home.
MAN: Lord God, what are you doing, son?
Didn't you see the sign?
Well, here.
How could I miss it?
Well, I don't know what you need
a sign for, any damn way.
Look at it.
I guess it just got away from me.
The thing is so much work.
Well...
When was the last time
you had your pump checked?
Hell if I know.
Why? Is that what's causing it
to look like radioactive piss?
(CHUCKLES)
Be my guess.
Well...
I'll...
Hey, there! I'm coming.
God damn these people.
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
WOMAN: Stop running!
(WATER PATTERING)
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
Mac?
(PANTING)
Mac? (PANTING)
Jesus.
You okay?
Can we go home yet?
No. Soon, though.
Roxanne, it's Joni.
No, I'm sick as a dog.
Yeah, I think it's a stomach bug.
I'm sorry. I think I'll be back
in fighting shape by tomorrow.
Oh, well, I will have to try that.
Okay. Thanks, Roxanne. I will.
Bye.
MAC: Got you this.
Spitz is swimming later.
I got you some potato skins.
That's the best they had for breakfast.
Got some Niblets.
(STATIC HISSING)
MALE COMMENTATOR:
...three rounds of boxing.
Miller in the blue top...
Light blue for the Untied States
and Cardin in the white top for the Canadians.
So, are we safe here?
Of course.
- How can you say that for sure?
-'Cause we are.
Okay.-
What about the man who abducted me
and held me prisoner?
What does he want?
(SIGHS)
I don't know.
Don't lie to me, Mac. You do know.
Whoever gave us the car and the guns,
-you don't know who that is?
- The less you know, the better, Joni.
God forbid we actually call the police
whose job it is
-to catch the bad guys.
- I told you we can't do that.
- Why?
- You don't talk to me for days,
and now suddenly you want every
single fucking detail, Joni?
That one-legged psycho is still out there
and he could find us.
This motel is five hours away
from anywhere that that shitbag
would be looking for us.
Okay? And there's one on-ramp
to the south of us
and there's 600 yards clear view to the north.
I got eyes on every single car
comes through here,
every single person checks in or out.
That one-legged psycho,
if he hasn't been eaten
by some goddamn gator
or fled to Mexico, you know...
He's just a lunatic looking for money.
He's got no idea.
There's absolutely no chance
that he'll find us here.
What about answers?
- What?
- He said he wanted answers.
(SIGHS)
Well, I don't have any answers to give him.
How about why you were there
the night Arthur died?
You told me you were out all night
with your friend Patterson.
Whatever, uh, Arthur got himself
up involved in is what got him killed.
This guy thinks that I know
something that I don't.
You understand me?
We're gonna be fine. Okay?
COMMENTATOR:
Ii looks like they're calling it.
That's ii. That's it.
A victory for the American, Miner,
in the first round.
(FAINT BARKING)
(SHATTERS)
(CHUCKLES)
Come on, Tommy. Where you taking me now'?
Just give me a minute, Verne.
- Seriously, where we going? I'm starving.
- I said, give me a minute.
Good God, man.
Tommy? Tommy! Fucking asshole.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(KNOCKING)
TOMMY: Mrs. Conway?
(cum CLICKS)
Mrs. Conway, it's Detective Tommy Olsen.
Mrs. Conway?
(STATIC HISSING ON RADIO)
DISPATCH: All units, all units, code two...
Got to go, Tommy.
- I'm coming.
- Tommy!
God damn it, Verne. I said I'm coming.
VERN E: You think I don't know
whose house this is?
TOMMY: I think you don't know
a lot of things, Verne.
This is that fucking Marine's house.
God help us when you get
the taste of blood in your mouth.
What do we got?
Family murder-suicide on Danny Thomas.
TOMMY: Better "Make Room for Daddy."
(ENGINE STARTS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(METAL TAPPING)
(TAPPING CONTINUES)
MAC: The guy's pump is fucked.
JONI: I think he's got bigger problems
than a pool pump.
- How's your shoulder'?
- It hurts.
Hey, you remember
when we went to the, uh, state fair'?
Hmm? I won you that, uh, goldfish.
What did we...
What did we name him?
Rm. Goldfish."
-(CHUCKLES)
That was creative.
I ate all that goddamn cotton candy
and threw up all over the place
and all the way home.
All over the comforter and...
And, uh...
You took really good care of me.
(SIGHS)
Shame she's got 10 work on Labor Day.
Should be home with her family.
If I was home, I'd be working on Labor Day.
Well, you shouldn't have had lo gotten a job
at a newspaper, anyway.
- You didn't need that pressure on you.
- I like working at the newspaper.
- Doesn't mean you should've had to.
- Why?
What does it matter if I'm happy?
Well, what if we'd had kids?
'Cause Room 20 at the Sunnyside Motel
in Huntsville, Arkansas
is a perfect place to raise a child.
Right?
(METAL TAPPING)
Right. Yeah.
Like you would've made
such a great fucking mother, huh?
MAC: Hey, let me give you a hand with that.
Well, I'd have thought
you'd have had toxic shock by now.
Your skin gone clear'
your organs gone liquid or...
Not yet.
You know anything about this shit?
Well, yeah, I know enough to know
banging it with a hammers not gonna fix it,
-so. . .
- Maybe not.
It certainly makes me feel better, though.
(CHUCKLES)
Name's Harlow, Harlow Shapley.
I'm, uh, I'm Sam, Harlow. It's nice to meet you.
- Do you have a...
-(GRUNTS)
- Fucking asshole!
-(SLAPPING)
I hate you, you hear me?
I hate you!
Joni!
Joni!
(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
Are you running this place all by yourself?
Mostly. I got a couple maids...
Gussie Mae there.
I had a high school kid
help me in the office last summer.
I had to let him go 'cause I found out
he was having parties in the rooms.
I couldn't really afford
to keep him on, anyway.
Hmm.
So you live here on-site or...
I got me a palatial Airstream 'round back.
It's as much space
as a man could want or need.
Aw, apparently I can't do shit right today.
I'm about to give myself
a hernia on this thing.
Hey, it's okay. Let me give you a hand.
You know how? Thank you.
Yeah, it's just a gravity thing.
Damn.
HARLOW: Well, looky here.
Isn't he a cool-looking customer'?
Excuse me, Sam. I'll be right back.
Howdy.
Well, I'll meet you right inside there.
Joni.
- Joni?
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Joni, please, can we talk about this?
Please, baby.
Joni.
(SIGHS) Well, will you at least
let me watch the Olympics?
Joni?
Joni, what are you doing?
Joni, where are you going? Joni, Joni, Joni.
Joni. Joni, listen to me. Baby, listen to me.
-(ENGINE STARTS)
- I can't keep you safe if you leave, honey.
Look at me. Joni, look at me. Joni, look at me!
Please, baby. I'm sorry.
- Okay? I'm so sorry. No.
-(TIRES SCREECH)
Joni. Joni, no! No, baby!
Come on. No, honey.
(CAR HORN HONKING)
Fuck you!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Thank you.
-(PHONE RINGING)
Arts and Culture, how may I direct your call?
One moment, please.
Sorry. So all she's bringing
is the Jell-O salad?
Well, do you think that's fair?
I'm making a chop suey cake,
-bringing Mamaw's chicken, I've got some...
- Ahem.
Hang on, I'll have to call you back.
Hi, may I help you?
Yes. Detective Brandon Leverenz,
Memphis Police Department.
I'm looking for a Joni Conway.
Oh, Joni isn't here today. She called in sick.
- Hmm. Did she call in this morning?
- She did.
Mmm. Ain't that just my luck?
-(CHUCKLES)
- Yes, sir. Is this about Cliff?
Potentially, yes. Yeah.
I can certainly let her know you came by.
No, no, no. That's okay. I'll catch up with her.
Say, could I...
I don't mean to be too much trouble,
but it's just so darn hot outside.
Can I bother you for an ice-cold Coca-Cola?
Why, of course. (CHUCKLES)
Just Coke Coke?
We got root beer, too.
Root beer would be divine.
(PHONE RINGING)
- Thank you.
- Mmm-hmm.
You, my dear, are a lifesaver.
Well... (CHUCKLES)
Do you have a card or a number where
Joni can reach you, Detective Leverenz?
Detective?
COMMENTATOR: There we have
the American team preparing...
Mike Stamm, Tom Bruce,
Jerry Heidenreich and finally, Mark Spitz.
Phenomena! teammates they have been
on this US swim team.
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
Spitz has been the athlete
to watch out for in this race,
having taken six gold medals already.
If the Americans can win this race,
it will give Spitz his seventh gold,
setting the record for most gold medals
achieved by a single athlete.
-(HORN HONKS)
- And they are of! and swimming.
Putting up a good fight here, right at the start,
i! appears this leg is all about
Stamm and Matthes, as predicted.
There's a great deal of weight
placed on Spitz in this race,
but Matthes is in...
...meter backstroke two years ago,
only to have Matthes
steal it back three weeks later.
Matthes in the lead here, having no...
(ENGINE TURNS OFF)
...his own world record of 56:30,
moving very...
What the fuck is the matter with you?
You can't just run off like that.
JONI: Sounds like you were worried.
Yeah, well, I thought I was
never gonna see you again, Joni.
-...matching his own time in the first leg...
-(CHUCKLES)
Must have been pretty tough on you
not knowing where I was,
if I was safe or not.
Hell, if I was even alive.
Pretty scary 30 minutes you just had.
What the hell are you talking about?
Well, I was gone for half an hour.
You left me for a year.
COMMENTATOR: Quite a svelte man
in his own right,
slit! in the lead,
thanks largely to a phenomenal split
during the first leg...
But he'd better look out.
American Tom Bruce, UCLA grad...
I didn't have a choice, Joni.
The first tour.
You didn't have a choice the first tour.
The second time, you did have a choice
and you chose to go back and risk your life
-for a...
- No, I didn't.
- You reenlisted.
- My men needed me!
I needed you!
COMMENTATOR:
This is shaping up to be a great race,
don't you think, Sandra?
SANDRA: It's a real top notch...
JONI: You have any idea
what that was like for me?
All of those nights, not knowing
if, at any given moment,
you were even alive or not.
Every night on the news,
seeing the body count go up
and wondering if one
of those numbers was you.
Imagining you bleeding to death
in some jungle
or being tenured in some prison.
Every knock at the door,
every time the phone rang,
thinking...
"Is this it?
"Is this when I find out he's dead?"
And you chose that.
Were you not happy?
- Was our life together not enough?
- Of course it was.
(SIGHS)
Of course it was, but when Arthur reenlisted...
It's just...
You don't understand.
What I understand
is that you came home from your first tour
and we bought a house, you built a pool...
When you were done building that pool,
you told me you were leaving,
you were going back.
That was it.
So, why don't you make me understand
how our life mattered so much to you
that you went back to war'?
My men, my brothers, they needed me.
They were over there.
They were over there fighting
and they were bleeding and they were dying,
and I was in a pool in my backyard, Joni.
And if they got killed,
if they get hurt and I'm not there,
then...
Then I failed them.
You know how that makes me feel?
That you would choose
these men over me, your wife?
You didn't need me anymore, Joni.
You'd gotten a job at your fancy newspaper.
I was a secretary.
And now you're some big-shot writer.
(CHUCKLES)
(STUTTERS) I didn't feel like
I was anything, Joni!
I didn't feel like I was doing anything,
and I have to feel like I'm something
to feel like I deserve you.
I wanted you to be proud of me, Joni.
COMMENTATOR'. 3148 and 16,
that's 3:48 and 16...
(BUCKET CLATTERS)
Whoa, sorry.
Here.
Let me.
It's just frozen water. No need to worry on it.
I guess so.
- Where you folks headed?
- Sorry?
You and your husband.
What's your final destination?
Honeymoon. We're just on our way through.
Thank you.
Have a good evening.
Excuse me.
Can I have a hit of that?
- You ain't no cop, is you?
- No, I am not.
Why? Do I seem like one?
You're either a real good one
or a real shitty one.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
I'll tell you what.
How's about I get you
a whole J of your very own?
I don't have any papers.
Already rolled by yours truly.
- How much?
- Two for five.
- Shit.
- Don't worry about it.
Give me a second.
Remind the goddamn mayor
who got him in there
when those contracts go out.
Never goddamn mind where I am.
- Where are you?
- Here you go, sweetheart.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
What's the holdup?
WOMAN: Baby, you was on the phone.
Uh... What we got here?
(CHUCKLES)
A little "Buy one, get one free," eh?
Aw, get on.
She just wanted a little Shaynie Special.
Yeah, her and me both.
SHAYNIE: Get on in here.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
VOICE ON TV: Gumby?
(GIGGLES)
GUMBY: Well?
POKEY; Uh...
- Something's chasing me.
{LOCK RATTLES)
GUMBY: Pokey, every time I tum around,
you think somethings chasing you.
MAC: You forgot to latch the door.
POKEY: It was a pair of feet,
uh, with legs attached.
Guess I did.
GUMBY: Sounds like a case
of pantophobia, Pokey.
And what, pray tell...
You get a pecan roll?
GUMBY: You're afraid of feet, Pokey.
Why, is something making you hungry?
Shut up, Mac.
Gumby, you're sick.
I only came to tel! you,
you left some machine on in your workshop.
- GUMBY: I did?
- Mac.
GOO: And it's making the funniest noise
I ever heard.
"Mac-a-Joni and cheese."
(LAUGHS) Remember that?
"Mac-a-Joni and cheese, please."
(CHUCKLES)
Shit.
What?
(SIGHS)
You bled through your bandage again.
Oh.
Mmm-hmm. Let me change it.
VOICE ON TV: How did you know?
(MAC SIGHS)
When it's a full moon, people start...
Ah, Jesus.
What'? Something on me?
Besides some nasty cuts
and dark bruises, no.
He fucked me up pretty bad, huh.
It's gonna sting.
(GASPING)
Okay, okay, okay-
You're okay. You're okay.
(PAPER TEARING)
You ought to eat something.
We can talk about it, you know?
Talk about what?
About Cliff.
We have to talk about it.
Go on, eat something.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(FAINT MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
Beautiful evening, ain't it?
Can't do a damn thing about the pump
till tomorrow
and the water's still draining.
I figured I could at least
do something worthwhile.
- You religious?
- Why, you looking for a church?
No, it's the music.
- Oh, I can turn that station...
- No. No, you don't.
That's Bessie Griffin, Spirit of Memphis.
You didn't strike me
as the kind of guy who, uh...
To listen to black folks
sing about the Holy Spirit?
Yeah, that's right.
Well, I was raised Protestant,
but I ain't been inside a church
since my mama died.
I just... That's just the station
comes in clearest up here.
That and some talking Harrys
out of Fayetteville
go on and on about how
"McGovern is a fascist."
(CHUCKLES)
I had it on in the off-season
just to break up the quiet.
I just never really turned it off.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Are you religious?
Do I seem religious?
Well, you're wearing a St. Christopher
and you know all about
Bessie Griffin and whatnot.
Well, I don't think the Higher Power
would have much for me lately.
You know something?
When you're born into this world
and you're screaming
and you're terrified and you're pink as gum,
the thing is,
you think it's all for you.
And that feels so good.
But when you get bigger,
every year there's someone there
to punch you in the gut and tell you,
"No, it ain't all about you.
It never was about you. It's just random."
I mean,
I don't need it to be all about me, but I...
It can't be just random.
Can it?
I'll be honest with you.
That's why I listen to them boys there
and Bessie Griffin and the Soul Stirrers,
'cause, damn, they got conviction.
They got fucking conviction.
They know something about something
that I ain't figured out yet.
Well, you got this place,
-and that's something.
-(CHUCKLES)
Yeah.
The "Versailles of northwest Arkansas"
is what I call it.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Well, you're trying.
That ain't nothing.
Hey, hey, there he goes.
It's about goddamn time.
What you got for me?
The phone company respects
its customers' privacy.
This shit is illegal.
We've been doing "this shit" for years, Billy.
You give me the same goddamn spiel
every time.
That's every incoming call
to the Press-Scimitar Arts and Culture
department yesterday.
Timestamp's right there.
No name of who's calling?
You'll have to call the phone numbers
to find out.
Oh, yeah. You're a real ace in the hole, Bills.
(SCOFFS)
All right, so, uh, usual rate?
I don't think so, man.
Hundred doesn't seem like enough.
All right. How much? Another $50?
Another $100.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
You're a real tough negotiator, Bills.
(CHUCKLES)
Mama didn't raise no fool, you know?
JONI: Hi, Roxanne. Unfortunately, I'm not.
- Doctor thinks it's food poisoning.
-(TV PLAYING)
Yeah, he says it's just got to
work its way out of my system.
JIM McKAY: The peace of what has been
called "the serene Olympics"
was shattered just before dawn
this morning...
Really? Was it Detective Olsen?
about 5:00 when Arab terrorists,
armed with submachine guns...
Okay.
Faces blackened, a couple of them
-disguised as guards...
- Thanks, Roxanne. I will.
- Or as trash men in the Olympic village...
- You, too.
- Climbed the fence...
- Bye.
Went to the headquarters of the Israeli team...
Apparently, some other cop
came by work looking for me.
One man, Moshe Weinberg, a coach,
two shots in the head,
-one in the stomach.
- What's going on?
They've been holding 14 others hostage
since then.
Some terrorists took
some Israeli athletes hostage.
What? When?
...but it seems to be confirmed
that another person is dead.
- Last night, I guess.
- German police, of course, are there.
The army is there.
It was a strange, strange thing.
In the early morning hours...
REPORTER: ...specifically the building
you are seeing now,
which is building number 31.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Did you see this madness?
What do you think's gonna happen to them?
Eh...
Hard to say.
Hey, what's the story
with the man in room five?
Hmm? Drives that black Chrysler.
Oh, well, you know, he checked in yesterday.
I think he's open-ended.
I think he's a salesman of some...
Why? Is he causing y'all trouble?
No, no, no, nothing like that.
I mean, it just...
Think it's kind of hard to sell anything
if you don't leave your room, you know?
Oh, Sam, you get all kinds here, you know'?
As long as the checks clear and
the cash is made of the right kind of paper,
I learned a long time ago,
I don't look behind the curtains.
REPORTER: And that is
one of the Arab guerillas...
HARLOW: Hey, I checked across the street
and I called another couple of places
about that pump.
And?
Well, no one around here carries them
and the closest pool supply place
is in Fayetteville.
And Fayetteville ain't exactly close.
But, now, here's the thing.
They're asking nearly $70 for a new pump.
- Does that sound right to you?
- Yeah.
The price has gone up since I bought mine,
but, yeah, I guess that's about right.
Aw, well, I ain't got $70 for a damn pool pump.
I mean, that's almost
Gussie Mae's monthly salary.
Seventy dollars,
that thing better serve me drinks
and cure my rheumatism.
(SCOFFS)
I think I'm gonna have to wait till spring
to get it up and running.
You have those tools?
Yeah, I got them tools. Why?
I'll give it a shot, see what I can rig up.
Oh, you don't have to do that, now,
'cause I ain't got any money to pay you.
I ain't asking for any money.
Besides, my wife's not feeling too swift,
so I think we're not gonna leave
till about tomorrow.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
But you think you might be able to salvage it?
- Well, I'll give it a shot, but...
- Thank you.
How much you know about pools, anyway?
And how'd you come to know so much?
Well, built a pool in my backyard.
You built a pool in your own backyard?
Yeah, 35 feet of glory.
Well, hell, so you got a pool back home?
Why are you staying in this shithole?
Well, we just wanted
to get out of town for a while.
Well, I will definitely get you them tools.
I'm much obliged to you.
Okay. No promises.
But you're tryin', and that ain't nothin'.
REPORTER:
...bringing the hostages to safety,
and bringing the Arab guerillas to justice.
I have heard many people comment...
Yes, following up on your call
to the Press-Scimitar yesterday.
(JACKHAMMER RATTLING)
Uh-huh.
Okay, good to hear.
Glad he returned the message.
(CAR HORN HONKING)
Jesus Christ, Diddy.
Actually...
(PHONE RINGING)
Hold them horses. The phone.
Sunnyside Inn, this is Harlow.
How may I help you?
- Yeah, we do.
-(HORN HONKING)
That's right, on 23 just outside Huntsville.
Yes, sir. Can I make you a reservation?
No, no, no. I'm still locking down my dates.
Thank you kindly.
McKAY: It is believed that several
have escaped on foot.
Everyone has been warned
not to pick up any hitchhikers.
Originally, they said
that the hostages were safe.
Now that has been changed.
And an Olympic spokesman said,
"We are afraid the information given so far
is too optimistic."
That's where we seem 10 stand.
When was it agreed, do you know,
to allow the guerillas...
(DOOR OPENS)
...to go from the building to the helicopters?
JONI: What is that?
Just two hours ago, but of course it was...
The guy's pump is fucked.
Can't afford a new one,
so I told him I'd fix it for him.
I was watching that.
Yeah, well, let me tell you how it ends.
Not well.
I can't believe you.
What, Joni? Hmm?
What can't you believe?
Well, you're setting up shop here
like this is all okay.
What, you don't think I wanna go home, too?
What are you doing about it, Mac,
besides fixing pool pumps
and making phone calls?
I already told you, Joni,
the less you know, the better.
You won't talk to me about any of this
and I wanna go home.
Exactly.
Well, let's look on the bright side.
If you can't be a high school swim coach,
at least you can fix his pool.
- Okay, Joni, you wanna talk'?
- Please.
Because I've been trying
to figure out the math.
You know, I was gone one year
and there's, what, 600,000 people in Memphis,
and half of that's men,
so just how, logistically,
-did you manage to fuck 300,000 men...
- You are a child.
- Am I?
- I did have an affair, Mac,
with one person, with Cliff.
We had sex.
Feel better hearing me say it?
That I fucked another man
while you were gone?
Yeah, well, now at least we can both
acknowledge you're a whore.
You didn't sleep with
any little Vietnamese prostitutes...
- No, no, no, I didn't!
- While you were over there?
Bullshit. Bullshit!
I know what goes on over there.
No, you have no fucking idea about
"over there," you understand me?
You have not a fucking clue!
No, I didn't fuck any prostitutes
because our marriage mattered to me,
because you fucking mattered to me.
And nothing matters to you, Joni.
The only thing that matters to you is you.
You're so fucking noble?
- Joni is a big, fucking black hole of need!
- Mister fucking nobility?
There probably wasn't
enough time for whorehouses
while you were over there, Mac.
Too busy fucking killing women and children!
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
ls everything okay?
It's fine. Uh, I'm sorry.
It doesn't sound like it's fine.
Are you okay?
JONI: Mac?
Mac.
Mac?
- What's this, now?
- Mac?
Huh?
Fuck! Fuck!
- MAN: Please!
- How the fuck did you find us?
What are you talking about?
How the fuck does he know where we are?
MAN: A fucking lunatic, that's what you are.
- Baby, stop!
- Take whatever's in the wallet!
Just leave me those checks, okay?
I need those.
He's selling encyclopedias, Mac.
You fuck...
You fucking stay away from me and my wife,
you understand me?
- Now, you fucking understand me?
- Yeah. Yes.
You okay?
What the fuck?
(PANTING)
- I'm calling the goddamn cops.
Please don't, please.
Okay, he thought you were someone else.
It was a misunderstanding.
We'll pay for your room.
Fine. Just leave my room.
- You all right...
- Okay? Please leave my room!
Now!
MAN: (ON TV) ...they've got to have
their peace. They've had too much war.
Their young people,
they've spent all their money on wars.
Now they have a chance to build their nations.
These nations, of course, they're compatible.
The Arabs and the Israelis are
perfectly compatible as far as I can tell.
Economically, even politically,
one of these days...
And now, as you say, Peter, you're quite right.
They've been jolted apart again
as they were seeming
to come just a little closer.
- A mile hope.
McKAY: We've just gotten the final word.
You Know, when I was a kid,
my father used to say,
?Our greatest hopes and our worst fears
are seldom realized."
Our worst fears have been realized tonight.
They've now said that there were 11 hostages.
Two were killed in their moms
yesterday morning.
Nine were killed at the airport tonight.
They're all gone.
At the press conference,
reporters were not allowed to ask questions.
But it's all over.
The Israeli Olympic team is destroyed,
much of it.
Some of their officials.
The Arabs, three of them,
are still alive in a hospital someplace.
(WHIRRING)
If they haven't found him by tomorrow,
we can go home.
JONI: I shouldn't have said that.
About killing children.
So sorry.
It's okay.
I threw some pretty low blows there myself.
And a toolbox.
How did you and Cliff start?
We worked together.
Did you love him?
No.
No.
I was just angry enough at the world...
At you...
To do it.
L...
I needed something. I needed...
To feel something other than what I felt.
Which was what?
Just completely and totally alone.
Mac?
Yeah?
Did you... Kill him?
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-(GASPS)
HARLOW: Sam, are you in there?
MAC: Yeah, Harlow'?
HARLOW: You got that pump fixed?
I... Tomorrow, Harlow.
I can fix it tomorrow, okay?
HARLOW: Well, I need them tools.
Room fours AC's crapped out
and they're bitching like crazy.
It's just a little bit late, Harlow.
Okay-
Sam, I'm sorry.
He said... (GRUNTS)
(sum FIRING)
(GRUNTING)
(ITEMS CLATTERING)
Who fucking sent you?
(MAC CHOKING)
Who?
- Was it him?
-(GUN FIRES)
(GROANS) Oh!
(BOTH PANTING)
You fucking...
(sum FIRING)
(MAC GROANS)
Go now.
Who the fuck are you?
Who do you think?
(PANTING)
WOMAN: You really need to get out of here.
MAC: Joni?
Baby, come on.
Joni? Hey.
Joni, baby, we have to go.
Come on.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
-(TAP SQUEAKS)
-(WATER PATTERING)
(FAINT DRIPPING)
(SOFTLY) Hey. Are you good? You okay?
(DRIPPING CONTINUES)
After I got home,
a man approached me
about going to work for him.
Doing what?
Killing people.
For money.
And I told him no at first,
and then Arthur somehow
started working for him.
Arthur?
It was hard for us when we got home.
Harder for him,
and he needed my help.
What about Ruth and the kids?
They needed money. We needed money.
And Arthur needed me.
So you were there the night that Arthur died.
And so this man,
he gave Arthur an advance. A lot of money.
Only I don't... I don't know
what Arthur did with it.
This is not a man who...
Who lets these things go.
And if I don't work it off...
Ruth. And the kids.
So...
This man, he, uh...
He gives me a file and it's my first job.
A guy named Cliff Williams.
And I followed him.
First from his house and then to a bar
and then...
Then to this house.
Our house.
Then I found him under his car and...
And I killed him.
And, honestly, I...
I'd do it all over again.
Who is this person?
He calls himself The Broker.
And that woman who helped us,
she works for him? (SNIFFLES)
Yeah, she's... Yes, I guess.
I don't know.
Yes.
How did this become our life?
I'm sorry, Joni.
For going back to war.
I'm sorry for everything that's
happened to you since I've been home.
I'm sorry for not protecting you
and I'm sorry I got you all wrapped up in this.
But I love you,
and I don't want our life together to be over.
I don't. I want us to be together.
But if you want me to leave, then I will.
I'll go.
And if you need to call the cops,
I'd understand.
But I wanna be here.
I wanna be here.
For you. You know, I just wanna...
I just wanna try to get us back
to what matters.
And put this all behind us.
Together.
Do you wanna do that, Joni?
(SIGHS)
(PANTING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
(EXHALES)
Fuck, fuck.
(GROANS)
Come on.
(CHUCKLING)
Yeah, kind of hard for her
to get the license and registration
from inside the trunk, Karl.
No. No, no, no.
Y'all had two goddamn days
to find this asshole
and you don't have jack or shit,
so you'll pardon my lack of patience, Karl.
No. No, no, Karl. No, Karl.
Why don't we just send you a postcard
while we're at it, right?
No, you don't worry about
where the hell we are, okay?
You just worry about finding this shitbag
so I can take my goddamn wife home.
MAN: Lord God, what are you doing, son?
Didn't you see the sign?
Well, here.
How could I miss it?
Well, I don't know what you need
a sign for, any damn way.
Look at it.
I guess it just got away from me.
The thing is so much work.
Well...
When was the last time
you had your pump checked?
Hell if I know.
Why? Is that what's causing it
to look like radioactive piss?
(CHUCKLES)
Be my guess.
Well...
I'll...
Hey, there! I'm coming.
God damn these people.
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
WOMAN: Stop running!
(WATER PATTERING)
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
Mac?
(PANTING)
Mac? (PANTING)
Jesus.
You okay?
Can we go home yet?
No. Soon, though.
Roxanne, it's Joni.
No, I'm sick as a dog.
Yeah, I think it's a stomach bug.
I'm sorry. I think I'll be back
in fighting shape by tomorrow.
Oh, well, I will have to try that.
Okay. Thanks, Roxanne. I will.
Bye.
MAC: Got you this.
Spitz is swimming later.
I got you some potato skins.
That's the best they had for breakfast.
Got some Niblets.
(STATIC HISSING)
MALE COMMENTATOR:
...three rounds of boxing.
Miller in the blue top...
Light blue for the Untied States
and Cardin in the white top for the Canadians.
So, are we safe here?
Of course.
- How can you say that for sure?
-'Cause we are.
Okay.-
What about the man who abducted me
and held me prisoner?
What does he want?
(SIGHS)
I don't know.
Don't lie to me, Mac. You do know.
Whoever gave us the car and the guns,
-you don't know who that is?
- The less you know, the better, Joni.
God forbid we actually call the police
whose job it is
-to catch the bad guys.
- I told you we can't do that.
- Why?
- You don't talk to me for days,
and now suddenly you want every
single fucking detail, Joni?
That one-legged psycho is still out there
and he could find us.
This motel is five hours away
from anywhere that that shitbag
would be looking for us.
Okay? And there's one on-ramp
to the south of us
and there's 600 yards clear view to the north.
I got eyes on every single car
comes through here,
every single person checks in or out.
That one-legged psycho,
if he hasn't been eaten
by some goddamn gator
or fled to Mexico, you know...
He's just a lunatic looking for money.
He's got no idea.
There's absolutely no chance
that he'll find us here.
What about answers?
- What?
- He said he wanted answers.
(SIGHS)
Well, I don't have any answers to give him.
How about why you were there
the night Arthur died?
You told me you were out all night
with your friend Patterson.
Whatever, uh, Arthur got himself
up involved in is what got him killed.
This guy thinks that I know
something that I don't.
You understand me?
We're gonna be fine. Okay?
COMMENTATOR:
Ii looks like they're calling it.
That's ii. That's it.
A victory for the American, Miner,
in the first round.
(FAINT BARKING)
(SHATTERS)
(CHUCKLES)
Come on, Tommy. Where you taking me now'?
Just give me a minute, Verne.
- Seriously, where we going? I'm starving.
- I said, give me a minute.
Good God, man.
Tommy? Tommy! Fucking asshole.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(KNOCKING)
TOMMY: Mrs. Conway?
(cum CLICKS)
Mrs. Conway, it's Detective Tommy Olsen.
Mrs. Conway?
(STATIC HISSING ON RADIO)
DISPATCH: All units, all units, code two...
Got to go, Tommy.
- I'm coming.
- Tommy!
God damn it, Verne. I said I'm coming.
VERN E: You think I don't know
whose house this is?
TOMMY: I think you don't know
a lot of things, Verne.
This is that fucking Marine's house.
God help us when you get
the taste of blood in your mouth.
What do we got?
Family murder-suicide on Danny Thomas.
TOMMY: Better "Make Room for Daddy."
(ENGINE STARTS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(METAL TAPPING)
(TAPPING CONTINUES)
MAC: The guy's pump is fucked.
JONI: I think he's got bigger problems
than a pool pump.
- How's your shoulder'?
- It hurts.
Hey, you remember
when we went to the, uh, state fair'?
Hmm? I won you that, uh, goldfish.
What did we...
What did we name him?
Rm. Goldfish."
-(CHUCKLES)
That was creative.
I ate all that goddamn cotton candy
and threw up all over the place
and all the way home.
All over the comforter and...
And, uh...
You took really good care of me.
(SIGHS)
Shame she's got 10 work on Labor Day.
Should be home with her family.
If I was home, I'd be working on Labor Day.
Well, you shouldn't have had lo gotten a job
at a newspaper, anyway.
- You didn't need that pressure on you.
- I like working at the newspaper.
- Doesn't mean you should've had to.
- Why?
What does it matter if I'm happy?
Well, what if we'd had kids?
'Cause Room 20 at the Sunnyside Motel
in Huntsville, Arkansas
is a perfect place to raise a child.
Right?
(METAL TAPPING)
Right. Yeah.
Like you would've made
such a great fucking mother, huh?
MAC: Hey, let me give you a hand with that.
Well, I'd have thought
you'd have had toxic shock by now.
Your skin gone clear'
your organs gone liquid or...
Not yet.
You know anything about this shit?
Well, yeah, I know enough to know
banging it with a hammers not gonna fix it,
-so. . .
- Maybe not.
It certainly makes me feel better, though.
(CHUCKLES)
Name's Harlow, Harlow Shapley.
I'm, uh, I'm Sam, Harlow. It's nice to meet you.
- Do you have a...
-(GRUNTS)
- Fucking asshole!
-(SLAPPING)
I hate you, you hear me?
I hate you!
Joni!
Joni!
(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
Are you running this place all by yourself?
Mostly. I got a couple maids...
Gussie Mae there.
I had a high school kid
help me in the office last summer.
I had to let him go 'cause I found out
he was having parties in the rooms.
I couldn't really afford
to keep him on, anyway.
Hmm.
So you live here on-site or...
I got me a palatial Airstream 'round back.
It's as much space
as a man could want or need.
Aw, apparently I can't do shit right today.
I'm about to give myself
a hernia on this thing.
Hey, it's okay. Let me give you a hand.
You know how? Thank you.
Yeah, it's just a gravity thing.
Damn.
HARLOW: Well, looky here.
Isn't he a cool-looking customer'?
Excuse me, Sam. I'll be right back.
Howdy.
Well, I'll meet you right inside there.
Joni.
- Joni?
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Joni, please, can we talk about this?
Please, baby.
Joni.
(SIGHS) Well, will you at least
let me watch the Olympics?
Joni?
Joni, what are you doing?
Joni, where are you going? Joni, Joni, Joni.
Joni. Joni, listen to me. Baby, listen to me.
-(ENGINE STARTS)
- I can't keep you safe if you leave, honey.
Look at me. Joni, look at me. Joni, look at me!
Please, baby. I'm sorry.
- Okay? I'm so sorry. No.
-(TIRES SCREECH)
Joni. Joni, no! No, baby!
Come on. No, honey.
(CAR HORN HONKING)
Fuck you!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Thank you.
-(PHONE RINGING)
Arts and Culture, how may I direct your call?
One moment, please.
Sorry. So all she's bringing
is the Jell-O salad?
Well, do you think that's fair?
I'm making a chop suey cake,
-bringing Mamaw's chicken, I've got some...
- Ahem.
Hang on, I'll have to call you back.
Hi, may I help you?
Yes. Detective Brandon Leverenz,
Memphis Police Department.
I'm looking for a Joni Conway.
Oh, Joni isn't here today. She called in sick.
- Hmm. Did she call in this morning?
- She did.
Mmm. Ain't that just my luck?
-(CHUCKLES)
- Yes, sir. Is this about Cliff?
Potentially, yes. Yeah.
I can certainly let her know you came by.
No, no, no. That's okay. I'll catch up with her.
Say, could I...
I don't mean to be too much trouble,
but it's just so darn hot outside.
Can I bother you for an ice-cold Coca-Cola?
Why, of course. (CHUCKLES)
Just Coke Coke?
We got root beer, too.
Root beer would be divine.
(PHONE RINGING)
- Thank you.
- Mmm-hmm.
You, my dear, are a lifesaver.
Well... (CHUCKLES)
Do you have a card or a number where
Joni can reach you, Detective Leverenz?
Detective?
COMMENTATOR: There we have
the American team preparing...
Mike Stamm, Tom Bruce,
Jerry Heidenreich and finally, Mark Spitz.
Phenomena! teammates they have been
on this US swim team.
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
Spitz has been the athlete
to watch out for in this race,
having taken six gold medals already.
If the Americans can win this race,
it will give Spitz his seventh gold,
setting the record for most gold medals
achieved by a single athlete.
-(HORN HONKS)
- And they are of! and swimming.
Putting up a good fight here, right at the start,
i! appears this leg is all about
Stamm and Matthes, as predicted.
There's a great deal of weight
placed on Spitz in this race,
but Matthes is in...
...meter backstroke two years ago,
only to have Matthes
steal it back three weeks later.
Matthes in the lead here, having no...
(ENGINE TURNS OFF)
...his own world record of 56:30,
moving very...
What the fuck is the matter with you?
You can't just run off like that.
JONI: Sounds like you were worried.
Yeah, well, I thought I was
never gonna see you again, Joni.
-...matching his own time in the first leg...
-(CHUCKLES)
Must have been pretty tough on you
not knowing where I was,
if I was safe or not.
Hell, if I was even alive.
Pretty scary 30 minutes you just had.
What the hell are you talking about?
Well, I was gone for half an hour.
You left me for a year.
COMMENTATOR: Quite a svelte man
in his own right,
slit! in the lead,
thanks largely to a phenomenal split
during the first leg...
But he'd better look out.
American Tom Bruce, UCLA grad...
I didn't have a choice, Joni.
The first tour.
You didn't have a choice the first tour.
The second time, you did have a choice
and you chose to go back and risk your life
-for a...
- No, I didn't.
- You reenlisted.
- My men needed me!
I needed you!
COMMENTATOR:
This is shaping up to be a great race,
don't you think, Sandra?
SANDRA: It's a real top notch...
JONI: You have any idea
what that was like for me?
All of those nights, not knowing
if, at any given moment,
you were even alive or not.
Every night on the news,
seeing the body count go up
and wondering if one
of those numbers was you.
Imagining you bleeding to death
in some jungle
or being tenured in some prison.
Every knock at the door,
every time the phone rang,
thinking...
"Is this it?
"Is this when I find out he's dead?"
And you chose that.
Were you not happy?
- Was our life together not enough?
- Of course it was.
(SIGHS)
Of course it was, but when Arthur reenlisted...
It's just...
You don't understand.
What I understand
is that you came home from your first tour
and we bought a house, you built a pool...
When you were done building that pool,
you told me you were leaving,
you were going back.
That was it.
So, why don't you make me understand
how our life mattered so much to you
that you went back to war'?
My men, my brothers, they needed me.
They were over there.
They were over there fighting
and they were bleeding and they were dying,
and I was in a pool in my backyard, Joni.
And if they got killed,
if they get hurt and I'm not there,
then...
Then I failed them.
You know how that makes me feel?
That you would choose
these men over me, your wife?
You didn't need me anymore, Joni.
You'd gotten a job at your fancy newspaper.
I was a secretary.
And now you're some big-shot writer.
(CHUCKLES)
(STUTTERS) I didn't feel like
I was anything, Joni!
I didn't feel like I was doing anything,
and I have to feel like I'm something
to feel like I deserve you.
I wanted you to be proud of me, Joni.
COMMENTATOR'. 3148 and 16,
that's 3:48 and 16...
(BUCKET CLATTERS)
Whoa, sorry.
Here.
Let me.
It's just frozen water. No need to worry on it.
I guess so.
- Where you folks headed?
- Sorry?
You and your husband.
What's your final destination?
Honeymoon. We're just on our way through.
Thank you.
Have a good evening.
Excuse me.
Can I have a hit of that?
- You ain't no cop, is you?
- No, I am not.
Why? Do I seem like one?
You're either a real good one
or a real shitty one.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
I'll tell you what.
How's about I get you
a whole J of your very own?
I don't have any papers.
Already rolled by yours truly.
- How much?
- Two for five.
- Shit.
- Don't worry about it.
Give me a second.
Remind the goddamn mayor
who got him in there
when those contracts go out.
Never goddamn mind where I am.
- Where are you?
- Here you go, sweetheart.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
What's the holdup?
WOMAN: Baby, you was on the phone.
Uh... What we got here?
(CHUCKLES)
A little "Buy one, get one free," eh?
Aw, get on.
She just wanted a little Shaynie Special.
Yeah, her and me both.
SHAYNIE: Get on in here.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
VOICE ON TV: Gumby?
(GIGGLES)
GUMBY: Well?
POKEY; Uh...
- Something's chasing me.
{LOCK RATTLES)
GUMBY: Pokey, every time I tum around,
you think somethings chasing you.
MAC: You forgot to latch the door.
POKEY: It was a pair of feet,
uh, with legs attached.
Guess I did.
GUMBY: Sounds like a case
of pantophobia, Pokey.
And what, pray tell...
You get a pecan roll?
GUMBY: You're afraid of feet, Pokey.
Why, is something making you hungry?
Shut up, Mac.
Gumby, you're sick.
I only came to tel! you,
you left some machine on in your workshop.
- GUMBY: I did?
- Mac.
GOO: And it's making the funniest noise
I ever heard.
"Mac-a-Joni and cheese."
(LAUGHS) Remember that?
"Mac-a-Joni and cheese, please."
(CHUCKLES)
Shit.
What?
(SIGHS)
You bled through your bandage again.
Oh.
Mmm-hmm. Let me change it.
VOICE ON TV: How did you know?
(MAC SIGHS)
When it's a full moon, people start...
Ah, Jesus.
What'? Something on me?
Besides some nasty cuts
and dark bruises, no.
He fucked me up pretty bad, huh.
It's gonna sting.
(GASPING)
Okay, okay, okay-
You're okay. You're okay.
(PAPER TEARING)
You ought to eat something.
We can talk about it, you know?
Talk about what?
About Cliff.
We have to talk about it.
Go on, eat something.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(FAINT MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
Beautiful evening, ain't it?
Can't do a damn thing about the pump
till tomorrow
and the water's still draining.
I figured I could at least
do something worthwhile.
- You religious?
- Why, you looking for a church?
No, it's the music.
- Oh, I can turn that station...
- No. No, you don't.
That's Bessie Griffin, Spirit of Memphis.
You didn't strike me
as the kind of guy who, uh...
To listen to black folks
sing about the Holy Spirit?
Yeah, that's right.
Well, I was raised Protestant,
but I ain't been inside a church
since my mama died.
I just... That's just the station
comes in clearest up here.
That and some talking Harrys
out of Fayetteville
go on and on about how
"McGovern is a fascist."
(CHUCKLES)
I had it on in the off-season
just to break up the quiet.
I just never really turned it off.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Are you religious?
Do I seem religious?
Well, you're wearing a St. Christopher
and you know all about
Bessie Griffin and whatnot.
Well, I don't think the Higher Power
would have much for me lately.
You know something?
When you're born into this world
and you're screaming
and you're terrified and you're pink as gum,
the thing is,
you think it's all for you.
And that feels so good.
But when you get bigger,
every year there's someone there
to punch you in the gut and tell you,
"No, it ain't all about you.
It never was about you. It's just random."
I mean,
I don't need it to be all about me, but I...
It can't be just random.
Can it?
I'll be honest with you.
That's why I listen to them boys there
and Bessie Griffin and the Soul Stirrers,
'cause, damn, they got conviction.
They got fucking conviction.
They know something about something
that I ain't figured out yet.
Well, you got this place,
-and that's something.
-(CHUCKLES)
Yeah.
The "Versailles of northwest Arkansas"
is what I call it.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Well, you're trying.
That ain't nothing.
Hey, hey, there he goes.
It's about goddamn time.
What you got for me?
The phone company respects
its customers' privacy.
This shit is illegal.
We've been doing "this shit" for years, Billy.
You give me the same goddamn spiel
every time.
That's every incoming call
to the Press-Scimitar Arts and Culture
department yesterday.
Timestamp's right there.
No name of who's calling?
You'll have to call the phone numbers
to find out.
Oh, yeah. You're a real ace in the hole, Bills.
(SCOFFS)
All right, so, uh, usual rate?
I don't think so, man.
Hundred doesn't seem like enough.
All right. How much? Another $50?
Another $100.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
You're a real tough negotiator, Bills.
(CHUCKLES)
Mama didn't raise no fool, you know?
JONI: Hi, Roxanne. Unfortunately, I'm not.
- Doctor thinks it's food poisoning.
-(TV PLAYING)
Yeah, he says it's just got to
work its way out of my system.
JIM McKAY: The peace of what has been
called "the serene Olympics"
was shattered just before dawn
this morning...
Really? Was it Detective Olsen?
about 5:00 when Arab terrorists,
armed with submachine guns...
Okay.
Faces blackened, a couple of them
-disguised as guards...
- Thanks, Roxanne. I will.
- Or as trash men in the Olympic village...
- You, too.
- Climbed the fence...
- Bye.
Went to the headquarters of the Israeli team...
Apparently, some other cop
came by work looking for me.
One man, Moshe Weinberg, a coach,
two shots in the head,
-one in the stomach.
- What's going on?
They've been holding 14 others hostage
since then.
Some terrorists took
some Israeli athletes hostage.
What? When?
...but it seems to be confirmed
that another person is dead.
- Last night, I guess.
- German police, of course, are there.
The army is there.
It was a strange, strange thing.
In the early morning hours...
REPORTER: ...specifically the building
you are seeing now,
which is building number 31.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Did you see this madness?
What do you think's gonna happen to them?
Eh...
Hard to say.
Hey, what's the story
with the man in room five?
Hmm? Drives that black Chrysler.
Oh, well, you know, he checked in yesterday.
I think he's open-ended.
I think he's a salesman of some...
Why? Is he causing y'all trouble?
No, no, no, nothing like that.
I mean, it just...
Think it's kind of hard to sell anything
if you don't leave your room, you know?
Oh, Sam, you get all kinds here, you know'?
As long as the checks clear and
the cash is made of the right kind of paper,
I learned a long time ago,
I don't look behind the curtains.
REPORTER: And that is
one of the Arab guerillas...
HARLOW: Hey, I checked across the street
and I called another couple of places
about that pump.
And?
Well, no one around here carries them
and the closest pool supply place
is in Fayetteville.
And Fayetteville ain't exactly close.
But, now, here's the thing.
They're asking nearly $70 for a new pump.
- Does that sound right to you?
- Yeah.
The price has gone up since I bought mine,
but, yeah, I guess that's about right.
Aw, well, I ain't got $70 for a damn pool pump.
I mean, that's almost
Gussie Mae's monthly salary.
Seventy dollars,
that thing better serve me drinks
and cure my rheumatism.
(SCOFFS)
I think I'm gonna have to wait till spring
to get it up and running.
You have those tools?
Yeah, I got them tools. Why?
I'll give it a shot, see what I can rig up.
Oh, you don't have to do that, now,
'cause I ain't got any money to pay you.
I ain't asking for any money.
Besides, my wife's not feeling too swift,
so I think we're not gonna leave
till about tomorrow.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
But you think you might be able to salvage it?
- Well, I'll give it a shot, but...
- Thank you.
How much you know about pools, anyway?
And how'd you come to know so much?
Well, built a pool in my backyard.
You built a pool in your own backyard?
Yeah, 35 feet of glory.
Well, hell, so you got a pool back home?
Why are you staying in this shithole?
Well, we just wanted
to get out of town for a while.
Well, I will definitely get you them tools.
I'm much obliged to you.
Okay. No promises.
But you're tryin', and that ain't nothin'.
REPORTER:
...bringing the hostages to safety,
and bringing the Arab guerillas to justice.
I have heard many people comment...
Yes, following up on your call
to the Press-Scimitar yesterday.
(JACKHAMMER RATTLING)
Uh-huh.
Okay, good to hear.
Glad he returned the message.
(CAR HORN HONKING)
Jesus Christ, Diddy.
Actually...
(PHONE RINGING)
Hold them horses. The phone.
Sunnyside Inn, this is Harlow.
How may I help you?
- Yeah, we do.
-(HORN HONKING)
That's right, on 23 just outside Huntsville.
Yes, sir. Can I make you a reservation?
No, no, no. I'm still locking down my dates.
Thank you kindly.
McKAY: It is believed that several
have escaped on foot.
Everyone has been warned
not to pick up any hitchhikers.
Originally, they said
that the hostages were safe.
Now that has been changed.
And an Olympic spokesman said,
"We are afraid the information given so far
is too optimistic."
That's where we seem 10 stand.
When was it agreed, do you know,
to allow the guerillas...
(DOOR OPENS)
...to go from the building to the helicopters?
JONI: What is that?
Just two hours ago, but of course it was...
The guy's pump is fucked.
Can't afford a new one,
so I told him I'd fix it for him.
I was watching that.
Yeah, well, let me tell you how it ends.
Not well.
I can't believe you.
What, Joni? Hmm?
What can't you believe?
Well, you're setting up shop here
like this is all okay.
What, you don't think I wanna go home, too?
What are you doing about it, Mac,
besides fixing pool pumps
and making phone calls?
I already told you, Joni,
the less you know, the better.
You won't talk to me about any of this
and I wanna go home.
Exactly.
Well, let's look on the bright side.
If you can't be a high school swim coach,
at least you can fix his pool.
- Okay, Joni, you wanna talk'?
- Please.
Because I've been trying
to figure out the math.
You know, I was gone one year
and there's, what, 600,000 people in Memphis,
and half of that's men,
so just how, logistically,
-did you manage to fuck 300,000 men...
- You are a child.
- Am I?
- I did have an affair, Mac,
with one person, with Cliff.
We had sex.
Feel better hearing me say it?
That I fucked another man
while you were gone?
Yeah, well, now at least we can both
acknowledge you're a whore.
You didn't sleep with
any little Vietnamese prostitutes...
- No, no, no, I didn't!
- While you were over there?
Bullshit. Bullshit!
I know what goes on over there.
No, you have no fucking idea about
"over there," you understand me?
You have not a fucking clue!
No, I didn't fuck any prostitutes
because our marriage mattered to me,
because you fucking mattered to me.
And nothing matters to you, Joni.
The only thing that matters to you is you.
You're so fucking noble?
- Joni is a big, fucking black hole of need!
- Mister fucking nobility?
There probably wasn't
enough time for whorehouses
while you were over there, Mac.
Too busy fucking killing women and children!
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
ls everything okay?
It's fine. Uh, I'm sorry.
It doesn't sound like it's fine.
Are you okay?
JONI: Mac?
Mac.
Mac?
- What's this, now?
- Mac?
Huh?
Fuck! Fuck!
- MAN: Please!
- How the fuck did you find us?
What are you talking about?
How the fuck does he know where we are?
MAN: A fucking lunatic, that's what you are.
- Baby, stop!
- Take whatever's in the wallet!
Just leave me those checks, okay?
I need those.
He's selling encyclopedias, Mac.
You fuck...
You fucking stay away from me and my wife,
you understand me?
- Now, you fucking understand me?
- Yeah. Yes.
You okay?
What the fuck?
(PANTING)
- I'm calling the goddamn cops.
Please don't, please.
Okay, he thought you were someone else.
It was a misunderstanding.
We'll pay for your room.
Fine. Just leave my room.
- You all right...
- Okay? Please leave my room!
Now!
MAN: (ON TV) ...they've got to have
their peace. They've had too much war.
Their young people,
they've spent all their money on wars.
Now they have a chance to build their nations.
These nations, of course, they're compatible.
The Arabs and the Israelis are
perfectly compatible as far as I can tell.
Economically, even politically,
one of these days...
And now, as you say, Peter, you're quite right.
They've been jolted apart again
as they were seeming
to come just a little closer.
- A mile hope.
McKAY: We've just gotten the final word.
You Know, when I was a kid,
my father used to say,
?Our greatest hopes and our worst fears
are seldom realized."
Our worst fears have been realized tonight.
They've now said that there were 11 hostages.
Two were killed in their moms
yesterday morning.
Nine were killed at the airport tonight.
They're all gone.
At the press conference,
reporters were not allowed to ask questions.
But it's all over.
The Israeli Olympic team is destroyed,
much of it.
Some of their officials.
The Arabs, three of them,
are still alive in a hospital someplace.
(WHIRRING)
If they haven't found him by tomorrow,
we can go home.
JONI: I shouldn't have said that.
About killing children.
So sorry.
It's okay.
I threw some pretty low blows there myself.
And a toolbox.
How did you and Cliff start?
We worked together.
Did you love him?
No.
No.
I was just angry enough at the world...
At you...
To do it.
L...
I needed something. I needed...
To feel something other than what I felt.
Which was what?
Just completely and totally alone.
Mac?
Yeah?
Did you... Kill him?
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-(GASPS)
HARLOW: Sam, are you in there?
MAC: Yeah, Harlow'?
HARLOW: You got that pump fixed?
I... Tomorrow, Harlow.
I can fix it tomorrow, okay?
HARLOW: Well, I need them tools.
Room fours AC's crapped out
and they're bitching like crazy.
It's just a little bit late, Harlow.
Okay-
Sam, I'm sorry.
He said... (GRUNTS)
(sum FIRING)
(GRUNTING)
(ITEMS CLATTERING)
Who fucking sent you?
(MAC CHOKING)
Who?
- Was it him?
-(GUN FIRES)
(GROANS) Oh!
(BOTH PANTING)
You fucking...
(sum FIRING)
(MAC GROANS)
Go now.
Who the fuck are you?
Who do you think?
(PANTING)
WOMAN: You really need to get out of here.
MAC: Joni?
Baby, come on.
Joni? Hey.
Joni, baby, we have to go.
Come on.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
-(TAP SQUEAKS)
-(WATER PATTERING)
(FAINT DRIPPING)
(SOFTLY) Hey. Are you good? You okay?
(DRIPPING CONTINUES)
After I got home,
a man approached me
about going to work for him.
Doing what?
Killing people.
For money.
And I told him no at first,
and then Arthur somehow
started working for him.
Arthur?
It was hard for us when we got home.
Harder for him,
and he needed my help.
What about Ruth and the kids?
They needed money. We needed money.
And Arthur needed me.
So you were there the night that Arthur died.
And so this man,
he gave Arthur an advance. A lot of money.
Only I don't... I don't know
what Arthur did with it.
This is not a man who...
Who lets these things go.
And if I don't work it off...
Ruth. And the kids.
So...
This man, he, uh...
He gives me a file and it's my first job.
A guy named Cliff Williams.
And I followed him.
First from his house and then to a bar
and then...
Then to this house.
Our house.
Then I found him under his car and...
And I killed him.
And, honestly, I...
I'd do it all over again.
Who is this person?
He calls himself The Broker.
And that woman who helped us,
she works for him? (SNIFFLES)
Yeah, she's... Yes, I guess.
I don't know.
Yes.
How did this become our life?
I'm sorry, Joni.
For going back to war.
I'm sorry for everything that's
happened to you since I've been home.
I'm sorry for not protecting you
and I'm sorry I got you all wrapped up in this.
But I love you,
and I don't want our life together to be over.
I don't. I want us to be together.
But if you want me to leave, then I will.
I'll go.
And if you need to call the cops,
I'd understand.
But I wanna be here.
I wanna be here.
For you. You know, I just wanna...
I just wanna try to get us back
to what matters.
And put this all behind us.
Together.
Do you wanna do that, Joni?
(SIGHS)