Quarry (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Coffee Blues - full transcript

(CHUCKLES)

(JONI CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

(JONI BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

What?

Nothing.

So goddamn beautiful.

I wasn't sure you still wanted
to be with me like that.

You know, after everything.



Too much has changed,

OI' gone on.

I don't know.
I didn't think you saw me like that anymore.

I'll show you what I see, hmm.

(LAUGHING) No, no.

You know what I mean.

MAC: Yeah.

We need to make this bed.

We need to buy a new one.

With what money?

We'll do the, uh, store credit thing.

We're trying to come up with money,
not spend more.

Well...

Mac, it's been a month
since the Sunnyside motel



and not one word from him.

No news is good news.

I checked our savings.

Guessing you didn't find $25,000, did you'?

I don't think I've earned
25 grand in my whole life.

Thought about asking your dad?

- Baby, it's not like Susan doesn't have money.
- No, I can't do that, babe.

I know that he's been a total jackass
to you since you've been home.

I know that.

What if he could even come up with,

- I don't know, four grand...
- Four grand?

He isn't even living in his own house.

- He's gonna loan me four grand?
-If he can.

That's one less job you have to do.

Mac, that's

one less person

you hit.

Just think about it, please.

Okay-

(DOGS BARKING IN THE DISTANCE)

(CLATTERING)

- Sorry, baby.
- Uh, it's okay, Mom.

RUTH: A hug and a kiss for Mommy.

(LOU GRUNTS)

(SOFTLY) Love you. Bye.

(STATIC OVER TV)

MARCUS: That better'?

DARREN: Lamont, you clean the jelly
off those glasses?

All I know is he's the dude with the dame
and you're the chump with the rump.

That's a big girl, ain't it?

- She said she lost 40 pounds.
- If she look behind her, she'll find it.

(ALL LAUGH)

(CROWD CLAMORING)

What they doing?

DRIVER: Y'all get away from the windows
and stay in your seat.

MAN: Y'all going on a trip?

We're gonna send you little niggers
to the moon.

Come on, Satchmo.

You know you're gonna open this door.

DRIVER: I got children on the bus, man.
Hey, I got children on the bus!

EUGENE: I said open the goddamn door!
You wanna go the hard way?

DRIVER: Get on now. Go.

What you trying to do?

I told you, Satchmo.

-(DRIVER GRUNTS)
-(CHILDREN SCREAMING)

Stay down.

Now, y'all little nigglets listen up
and you listen good.

Tell your nigger mamas
and your nigger daddies

ain't gonna be no invading of our schools

by a bunch of jigaboos.

Y'all understand me?

Hey! You gotta get! Cops will be here.

EUGENE: Not till they answer me!

Huh?

MAN: God damn it, Linwood, let's go!

Do y'all understand me?

Answer me, god damn it!

MAN: Get the hell out of here, man!

DARREN: Maybe you ought to
listen to your friend.

Fuck you say to me, boy?

Get up. Get up, piece of shit!

Get up.

Come on out here!

EUGENE: Come on, get!

MAN 1: Linwood, calm down, man!

MAN 2: We didn't talk about none of this.
MAN 3: Hey, what the hell are you doing?

- EUGENE: Come on! Let's go, come on!
- Hey, hey, hey.

- Back off!
- What the hell are you doing?

Shit, man, this wasn't part of it!

- What are you doing?
- Hey, hey, hey.

No! Come on, god damn it! Leave him alone!

Come on, come on! Get up!

Let's get out of here. Come on!

You all have, uh, three kids, if I remember.

The schools out here are gonna stay
exactly the same in January

as they are right now.

That's worth considering.

Can you excuse me for a moment?
I'll be right back. Thank you.

MW'
448'!-

You don't put the cookies out anymore.

- What?
- Remember when I was little?

Always used to put
the cookies and lemonade out

-at all your open houses.
-(CHUCKLES) Oh, yeah.

What are you doing here?

I need your help with something.

Well, uh, what's going on?

Uh...

I need to...

I need 10 borrow some money, Dad.

Oh, yeah? How much?

- Four thousand.
-(LAUGHS)

Seriously, though, how much?

I can pay you back.

And you can charge me interest on it or...

What in the hell have you
gotten yourself mixed up in

that you need 4,000 goddamn dollars?

I can't tell you, Dad, okay?

Gambling?
- No, it's not...

- Is it drugs?
- No, Dad.

A lot of boys coming back
are getting mixed up in that.

Look, I already told you I can't tell you, okay?
Now, can you help me or not?

You know, I ain't exactly
got that kind of money just lying around.

What about anything Mom left?

She didn't work.

The only money was from
a tiny life insurance policy that I paid into.

That money went to buying you food,

putting clothes on your back,
a roof over your head.

I needed all the help I could get
trying to raise you on my own.

I don't know why I bothered coming here.

Joni seemed to think
me being your son might count for something

-and I tried to tell her...
- What do you want from me, son?

I did everything I could for you
and you're an adult now.

Do you think that I wanna be here,
hat in hand,

-asking you for any fucking help?
- I'll be right with you, sir.

Son, wait.

No, it's... Hey, it's fine, Dad.

- Forget it.
-(HUSHED) Mac.

(WHISPERS) Let me see what I can do.

Just let me see what I can do.

I can't make you any promises, but I'll try.

Okay. (STUTTERS) Thank you, Dad.

All right, I gotta... All right?

Howdy! Lloyd Conway.
How are you? Nice to meet you.

TOMMY: Damn, Sandy, you're
not wasting any time, are you?

SANDY: Like I said,
I'm trying to keep myself moving.

It's amazing how much crap
one single man can accumulate.

You want any? Take 'em.

Or any of his records.
I haven't gotten to his clothes yet,

but you're welcome to any of those.

No, that's okay. How are your folks doing?

Pretty shitty, actually.

Went back to Florida this morning.

It's an awful thing y'all are going through.

Hey, you know what's crazy?

I drive through this neighborhood
every day on my way to work.

I had no idea Cliff even lived here.

- Pretty crazy.
-(SIGHS)

Hey, Cliff ever mention anything to you
about a woman named Joni Conway,

a co-worker of his at the paper?

- I thought y'all closed the case.
- They did.

- But you're saying they shouldn't have?
- I just

think there might be more to Cliffs case.

- What was her name again?
- Joni Conway.

And you think they were
romantically involved or something?

Maybe, maybe not.

Anyway, I just thought
the name might ring a bell.

Nothing major.

I don't know any Joni Conway,

but I do know that he got around that paper.

But he was a good person.

(SHAKILY) And he had a great heart.

And he was such a fucking idiot
for getting under that car stoned.

(CRYING)

Come here, Come here.

It's gonna be okay.

Is there anything else,

because I still got two more rooms
to get to before the estate agent...

Do you need any help with this?

Can't have you moving
all this furniture all by yourself.

- I got it.
- All right.

I'm sorry for interrupting your afternoon.

Give your folks my best.

Listen, if there's anything else
that comes to mind

or you even just wanna,
uh, have coffee and talk,

you give me a call.

Thanks, Tommy.

(OVER TV) The boy,
13-year-old Darren Weems...

JONI: It's not a problem at all.
You don't need to do that.

We can come to you, about an hour or so.

Witnesses say the violence began...

- Yeah. See you. Bye.
-...when as many as a dozen men...

I should have been giving him a ride
to school every day.

If we had a kid and I hadn't made it,

Arthur would have been here
for you every day.

Mac, that's ridiculous, okay? Calm down.

There's no way you could have known
something like this was gonna happen.

That's Arthur's son. That's his son.
I should have been there for him.

I don't think anyone could accuse you
of not being there for them,

with everything you're putting
yourself through to protect them.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

MAC: You recognize that car'?

JONI: No.

You think it's him, The Broker'?

You don't hear from him
for more than a month

and he just shows up like this?

- Please don't go out there.
- It's okay, Joni.

- Mac. please, I...
- Joni...

It's okay.

Is it him?

Yeah.

What'd he say?

He, uh...

He wants me to drive him somewhere.

Where?
- I don't know, Joni.

Is he alone?
You think he knows that I know everything?

Well, he's alone

and it wasn't really a lengthy conversation.

You're just gonna go with him?

Well, I don't think
I have much of a choice, Joni.

(SIGHS) Look, if I don't call you
by 2:00 AM, okay,

you get the revolver under my pillow...

- No, I can't...
- And you keep it close. Listen to me.

If I don't call you 6:00 AM,

you get the hell out of here
and you go to the cops, okay?

Why are you saying things like that to me,
like I'm never gonna see you again?

Look, it's gonna be okay, Joni, all right?
Come here.

- Come here. It's gonna be okay.
- Stop saying that.

All right, all right. Hey, hey. You're right.

I don't have any idea
what's about to happen, okay?

Hey, he could be taking me
to put a bullet in my head, leave me in a ditch.

This might be the last time we ever talk.

That better?

I love you, too. Come here. Kiss me again.

(CLEARS THROAT) Lock this door.

So, do you wanna tell me
where we're going exactly?

Just stay on 51.

I'll tell you where to turn.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

So...

You don't call, you don't write.

Well, then, do you wanna tell me
what happened

at the Sunnyside motel after we left'?

It was dealt with.

(SCOFFS) What did your, uh...

Your Mary-Kay lady do after?
I mean, it's like we weren't there.

That's because you weren't.

You see a stop sign, take a left.

Look... (sens)

Look, I haven't told my wife anything, okay?

(STUTTERS) So, you don't have to worry
about anything.

Do I strike you as a worrier, Quarry?

"Death is just a switch that gets turned off."

(STUTTERS) What?

That's what you said

the night you killed your wife's lover.

A switch.

- Off, like that.
-(SNAPS FINGER)

Look, just...
Where the hell are we going already, okay?

So, do you believe it or not?

It's a simple question.

Do you believe that when you die

a switch is flipped off?

Or is it something else?

(ENGINE TURNS OFF)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

What the hell is this?

It's called "fun", Quarry.

You ought to give it a shot.

-(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
-(FAINT BARKING)

Marcus?

Marcus, you okay?

Huh?

(DOGS BARKING IN THE DISTANCE)

Need to take that shit back
to Germantown, bitch.

Yeah, why don't we
come over to where you live

and drag your white ass off a damn bus, huh?

Listen, I'm a friend, okay?
I'm a friend of Ruth's,

- Mrs. Solomon.
- RUTH: Hey.

Y'all got a problem?

- Do you?
- RUTH: This woman is a friend of mine.

She's hereto help me.

What y'all doing standing around
making ugly faces at people?

Go on, then.
Somebody gotta stick up for white people.

Listen, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay?

You come on in. Come on.

Are you finished?
That shit may work with your old lady,

but it ain't
gonna fly with me, you understand?

- MANI (CHUCKLES) Walk tall now, bitch.
- Go on!

I am so sorry.

It's okay. They're angry. I get it.

L am, 100.

This may have been a bad idea.
I should have brought 'em to y'all's place.

No, you know, Mac isn't feeling too swift.

I'll be fine. How is he?

RUTH: Hasn't said a whole lot.

Any other time,
I could leave him, but tonight I just feel...

- I understand. It's just a few hours.
- Okay.

- Bye, Lou!
- LOU: Bye, Mama.

RUTH: Marcus,

you mind Miss Joni, okay?

I'll see you soon.

Thank you.

So, what you watching?

(SINGING) Me and the blues

Walking side by side

Fm gonna spank my lime woman

Until, until I feel I'm satisfied

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

- Good luck, chief.
- Thank you.

Quarry, here.

What? No, no, no. I'm in a $25,000 hole,

you're holding the shovel.
I ain't gonna dig any deeper.

Tell you what.

How about whatever you win,
we put towards your debt

and whatever you lose, we charge to Karl?

Deal?

MAN: No more bets.

Ten black, ten black.

Roulette's for chumps. Not you, sweetheart.

Sorry, Karl.

Place your bets.

Doesn't look like it's been your night.

Got cleaned out at the roulette table.

I was talking to her.

No, man. She good.

Keep your shit.
How about this, motherfucker?

And the spade trumps.

Three tricks wins. You got boo'd, sir.

You fucking kidding me?

You have a problem
with how I played my hand?

- Fucking idiot to play that way...
- You need to back up.

- Right now.
- Who the fuck are you?

Now, you will show this man respect.
This man is an American hero.

This man earned
a silver star in service of this country.

This man sat right here risked his life twice
so that you could sit there,

piss away all those wooden nickels
you cobbled together

in some pathetic attempt
to make this poor little fat girl

fumble with your privates.

Now, I would like you to say to this man,

right here, right now'
"Thank you for your service."

Fuck you!

He started it.

(MAN GRUNTING)

All right! All right!

PATRON: Piece of shit.

I'm all right, man!

Five, six,

seven, eight,

nine,

ten.

Ready or not, here I come.

Mmm... Where could that little girl be?

Is she... (CHUCKLES)

- Under this bed?
-(LOU GIGGLES)

JONI: No.

Is she in this closet?

-(SQUEALS AND GIGGLES)
- Got ya!

Now I'm it!

You know, you're so good at hiding,

I'm gonna give you an extra turn.
I'll be it again, okay?

I'll stay here and count to 100.

And you go hide, okay?
Find a really good place.

Come on. One, two,

three, four,

five, six,

seven, eight,

nine...

- MARCUS: What are you doing'?
- Hey.

I was looking for your sister.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Uh...

In my dad's stuff?

You know, I wasn't sure if your...

- Your mom...
- LOU: I'm hiding now!

Ready or not, here I come!

I'm sorry, Marcus. It was my mistake.

(SIGHS)

LOU: I said, I'm hiding now!

You're hiding so good, too!

Now, what you think would have happened
if it had been a black man

dragging a white boy off a bus?

He'd be strung up by his neck
on Union Avenue by now.

How's the little man doing?

I barely got out of here to go pick him up.

To think he had to see that.
It could have been him.

And they still ain't caught this piece of shit.

- I'm sorry.
- Cuss all you want about it.

I sure as hell have.

One mom at Marcus' school
came here talking about having a march.

I said, how is
a march gonna stop one of these men

from beating my child to death?

-(INHALES DEEPLY)
- What did she say?

Told me
they'd appreciate it if I could make a sign.

Guess somebody's
gotta do something, right?

You got a bullet?

- I'm sorry. I'll be right back with your food.
- Hey...

(SCOFFS)

Damn.

Here.

L just... (EXHALES)

(SOBBING) I feel like
I can't protect them from anything.

Just... I don't know what to do anymore.

- Hey, hey!
-(CRYING)

- It's...
-(RUTH WAILING)

It's okay, Ruth. I got you.

I better get back to work. (CLEARS THROAT)

I'll have your food right out.

(SINGING) Been around the world

Half dozen times...

Cam seem to find

Got an aching feeling

R's deep inside

Don't know what I loved more.

The look on his face
when you hit him with the glass

or the look on yours
when you threw him on that table.

Yeah, I should've minded my business.

- Why didn't you?
- He was an asshole.

You know the difference
between you and that guy?

You acted.

You came to life in that moment.

- Like a switch had been flipped on.
- Look, just cut the shit.

Okay?

Your little setup back there? It was cute.

- How's that?
- Oh, man, come on.

I know he was your guy. Right?

He mouths off, you stick up for me,
I stick up for you,

we bond over a common enemy.

I mean, it's clever.
It really is. I'll give you that.

Well, color me impressed.

See, I knew.

No, I just wish I'd thought of it.

(MAN GRUNTING)

MAN: No! No!

(GRUNTS) Please! No.

So, what, they gonna kill him?

- Nah, just giving him some time to cool off.
- MAN: Please!

MAN: Ugh!

-(WATER SPLASHING)
-(RUMBLES)

THE BROKER: Hope they didn't
hurt the girl, though.

She was sweet.

Dumb as a hat full of shit, but she was sweet.

ANNOUNCER: (OVER TV)
Which of these foods should you give up?

- The answer...
- All right, Marcus. Time to get ready for bed.

Wait, I wanna watch the news.

Think we've had enough news for one night.

- Bed, come on.
- What if they caught him?

What's this?

It was Daddy's.

Marcus, listen.

- I know what happened was scary.
- I wasn't scared.

All right,

but it was a terrible, scary thing
that happened today.

And the most important thing is that you're...

(SIGHS) Yeah. What about Darren?

Darren's gonna be all right.

He got hit with a crowbar, Ma.

Now his brain is all swole up.

I'm sure he'll be okay.

- That's bullshit!
Marcus!

You don't know if he's gonna be okay or not.

He almost got murdered.

You don't know
if I'm gonna have to change schools.

You don't know what Daddy was doing
when he got killed.

You don't know nothing,
so stop acting like you do.

That is enough!
You will not cuss in this house

and you will not
mouth off to me like that ever.

You understand? Do you understand?

FEMALE ANCHOR:
Breaking news this evening.

Eugene Linwood,
the man accused of attacking a school bus

and beating a 13-year-old boy
was apprehended by state troopers

while having dinner at a local diner.

He did not resist arrest,
but said he was, quote,

"Guilty of no crime.?

MALE ANCHOR: The boy, Darren Weems,
is in critical condition

while Memphis police work around the clock
enforcing an uneasy peace.

Many fear the police
will be unable to contain the street violence

that could erupt
in black neighborhoods throughout the city.

QUARRY: It's a nice touch. Slave cabins.

THE BROKER: Might as well
use them for something.

Okay, why am I really here?

You see that fat tub of goo
standing by the craps cabin?

You're gonna kill him.

Tonight. Here.

Then we're gonna dispose of the body.

We? Oh, what, you pitching in this time?

Figure of speech.

But he's gotta disappear.

QUARRY: Uh, that bean bag chair
hasn't disappeared a day in his life.

Before you do it,

you're gonna ask him
where he buys his pants.

What?

You're gonna ask him
where he buys pants that big.

That ain't your standard
big-and-tall fare he's working with.

They've gotta be custom-made, right?

Go on.

- What, now?
- Now. Go on.

(LAUGHING)

Uh...

Quarry,

I brought you here 'cause I figured
you could do with a good time.

Yeah, I'm not a big gambler.

The man that says that hasn't won yet.

- Okay, so, who is he'?
- Him? Beats me.

Let's say we go play some more cards.

Come on.

(SINGING) Soon in the morning, baby

You know, the blues
come knocking on my door

Said Fm moving in to stay but?

I won't be leaving you no more, yeah

MAN: Hey, how you doing?

{STUTTERING} Hey, wait.
Where's the older guy I was with'?

He left.

(CHUCKLES) What do you mean he left'?
He was just here.

He was just here and he left.

Hey, is there a telephone around here?

No, sir.

Thank you. Ante up.

(SOFTLY) You gotta be kidding me...

(SINGING) I ain't got nobody
To get me out on bond

I am'! got nobody
To get me out on bond

I would not mind
but I ain't done nothing wrong

Please, Judge Harsh

Make it light as you possibly can

I said, please, Judge Harsh

Make it light as you possibly can

I ain't did no work
Lord, I don't know when

My woman come running

With $100 in her hand

My woman come running
$100 in her hand

TRANSLATOR: We will have the best product
in the market

and we have no competition at all.

(SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

TRANSLATOR: We are pleased
with the progress in New Orleans.

(SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

TRANSLATOR: And as we understand it,
we are moving into the final stage

of our enterprise.

(SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

-(QUARRY GASPS)
-(CLATTERING)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

You look horrible.

What you doing out here?

Had 10 take a leak.

- What were you doing back there?
- Had to take a leak.

So, how'd you make out?

I got cleaned out at roulette.

THE BROKER: Hmm!

Let's get you home.

(PHONE RINGING)

- Hello?
- Hey. Hey, baby.

Mac. You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. Uh...

You okay?

I'm okay.

Okay. (BLABBERING)

I'm sorry. I couldn't have called you earlier.

When will you be home?

Oh, soon.

- You're okay, right?
- I'm okay, baby.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

THE BROKER: Everything okay?
QUARRY: Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, everything's fine.

Fine?

(CLICKS TONGUE) Yeah.

I thought you weren't the worrying type.

What exactly does she think
happened back at the motel, son?

Bad shit.

- She's a reporter...
- Arts and culture.

And she's a woman.

Somehow, I don't think "bad shit"
is gonna be sufficient.

I blamed Arthur.

And I told her that he'd gotten involved

in some bad shit,
you know, some criminal shit.

As his friend,
I took it upon myself to help him out.

I just happened to piss off
the wrong people in the process.

What about Suggs?

I think Suggs would qualify as wrong people.

And she's not gonna go to the police?

No.

She's too worried about
what might happen to me if she did.

You know, and I told her, I said,
"The less you know, the better."

You know,

Suggs said something.

At the motel.

Right before my wife and

your Mary-Kay lady shot him.

He...

WAITRESS: Here you go.

And a stick of butter, please,

-if you don't mind.
WAITRESS: Okay, sure.

What was that?

He asked if "he" sent us.

Arthur and me.

Who's "he," huh? Are you "he"?

I did send you, didn't I?

Did you know him?

Did he have ties to you?

You've been sitting on that all night long?

Mr. Suggs raped a 13-year-old girl

who, as you can imagine,
is someone's daughter.

A pretty powerful someone
who was less than pleased

with the way the Memphis legal system
handled the matters.

I imagine my client
was the "him" he was referring to.

So, I'm supposed to
just take your word for it now'?

THE BROKER:
Take whatever word you want, son.

Mine, your wife's.

Rickey Suggs was a seam-busting shitbag.

The world's a better place without him in it.

Or do you disagree?

I do like the way
your mind works, though, Quarry.

- CREDENCE: Give me your lighter.
- You know what?

They should call it nigger-jack
the way that black son of a bitch was dealing.

CREDENCE: Oh, come on, now.

Not that boy's fault
your dumb ass splitting eights on a ten.

Give me your fucking lighter.

I already gave you my lighter, Credence.

You know, that blue one that I...

You'd have gave it to me,
I wouldn't be fucking asking for it!

- Man, fuck. Ah!
- Give me your fucking lighter.

You got it, man. What's the matter with you?

(CHUCKLES)

Now are we going home?

CREDENCE: Fuck, no.

Place up here got these two lesbians

that mash their pussies together.

By the way, it's 20,000.

What you still owe me, 20,000.

Four grand for our one-legged friend
plus a grand for working last night.

I didn't think last night was work.

Guess it wasn't so bad, then, was it?

See you soon, Quarry.

(SIGHS)

(SCOFFS)

(CLANGING)

-(JONI GASPS)
- I'm sorry, baby.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Did I scare you?

Yeah.

What happened?

I don't even know
how to begin to answer that.

What'd he say?

Mac?

Can you tell me something, please?

What are you doing?

Trying something.

(SLURPS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)