Quarry

Southern Airways Flight 49 has arrived

at Memphis International Airport, Gate 11.

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

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

in a Memphis airport gift shop, Mac.

You gotta take what you can get.

No. I'll find it.

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

Oh, yeah? Why?

I mean, coming home a day early, thinking you're surprising your wife.

- How could that possibly go wrong? - What you mean?

Man, you don't know what you talking about.

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

You're liable to end up surprising yourself,

finding some jackass flopping around on top of her.

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

She sure as hell better not have.

Yeah, there goes that sense of romance, huh?

Nah, man, left most of that in Saigon.

Hey, you think flowers are too corny?

Always go with flowers.

Now, listen to the lady-killer there.

He might be onto something.

- Trust me. - Okay, thanks.

- You ready? - No, not yet.

Look at that sad little man.

It sure takes a lot for you to get laid.

Coming home pussy is like lunar eclipse pussy.

Ain't gonna happen again

for me in my lifetime.

Hey, there she is.

Hey, come here, baby.

Oh.

- Finally. - Yes.

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

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

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

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

Hey, did you, uh, talk to Joni?

She doesn't suspect a thing.

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

That's my girl.

I got something for you.

- Oh, my. - Yeah.

Plucked fresh from the banks

of the Mekong River.

Wow, aren't I a lucky lady?

Come on, let's go.

Uh, wait, there's something y'all need to know.

Um...

Y'all have any other clothes you can change into?

Reporting from Memphis Airport,

a not-so-welcome home

for Lance Corporal Arthur Solomon and Sergeant Mac Conway,

two local Marines who were implicated

but ultimately cleared in the supposed Quan Thang massacre earlier this year.

Hey, look at the bags. It's them!

Shooting babies make you feel like a fucking man,

you fascist piece of shit?

Quan Thang! Quan Thang! Quan Thang!

Quan Thang! Quan Thang! Quan Thang!

Yeah.

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

Baby.

Baby.

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

You weren't supposed to be here till tomorrow.

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

Oh!

- They're beautiful. - Yeah, well, I got 'em on discount.

Your records.

Seeing 'em just made me wanna listen to 'em,

and listening to 'em just made me too sad.

The place looks like shit.

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

What is it? What's wrong?

Nothing. It's just...

Just doesn't seem...

I'm sorry, it's...

It's you.

It is, baby. It's me.

Kiss me.

It's okay.

Take this off.

What's taking you so long?

You really home?

I'm gonna pinch you.

So, did you dream of me?

- You forgot my face, didn't you? - I forgot your smell.

- I got something for you. - You do?

I got something amazing for you.

Is it a kiss?

- Later. - What is it?

All right. Close your eyes.

All right, Mr. Mac.

Oh, wow.

- Yeah. - Uh, this is, um...

The tackiest thing you ever seen?

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

I mean, what do you think happened, huh?

My man decided suicide by toilet.

I don't know. Poor little guy.

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

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

Wait a minute.

What happened to all your figurines?

- Just needed the space. - Yeah?

Huh.

It's very sweet, baby. Thank you.

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

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

It's the trash, isn't it?

There.

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

Oh, yeah? Every time I do the dishes?

You heard me.

Come here.

Or what?

You do not wanna know, "Or what."

No.

- No, no, no, no! - Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Okay.

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

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

- No. - Are you ready?

No, you son of a...

Cannonball!

Baby, you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Never better.

In 1968, many Americans thought they were voting

to bring our sons home from Vietnam in peace.

And since then,

20,000 of our sons have come home in coffins.

I have no secret plan for peace.

I have a public plan.

And as one whose heart has ached

for the past 10 years over the agony of Vietnam,

I will halt the senseless bombing of Indochina on Inaugural Day.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Who is this?

There will be no more Asian children

running ablaze from bombed-out schools.

There will be no more talk

of bombing the dikes or the cities of the North.

And within 90 days of my inauguration,

every American soldier and every American prisoner

will be out of the jungle...

Come on, now. Get inside.

Oh, okay. Okay.

- Take a shot. - I see the shot.

If I miss, I get a do-over.

Nuh-uh! You already used your do over.

All right, gentlemen. Time for breakfast.

Coming, baby.

- It's my shot. - You gotta take it.

I'm taking it.

Daddy, do you want bacon in your waffle?

- Bacon in my waffle? - Mmm-hmm.

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

They can't get enough of it.

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

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

This one's beating me at basketball, you're putting bacon in waffles.

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

Sorry, sorry.

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

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

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

- Oh, I gotta go. I'm gonna be late. - Mmm.

- Sit down and eat something. - I gotta go, Ruth.

Do I look like management material, baby girl?

- You look like a giraffe. - All right, I'll take it.

Now all this food is gonna go to waste.

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

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

Wish me good luck.

- Good luck. - Thank you.

We're going. We're going.

See ya tomorrow.

Go and get that sweet girl to bed.

When I got back from Okinawa, I asked your granddad if he was proud of me.

Know what he said?

Well, knowing Pop-Pop, probably something racist.

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

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

Soft touch, your granddad.

Well, Lloyd, are you proud?

I think he needs to get a job.

I'm gonna settle up the tab.

- Here you go. - Oh, it's okay.

No, no, take it.

Nah, I quit.

I'd bring you on if I could.

- No, I wasn't asking... - But this economy.

Real estate's in the shitter.

There's just nobody buyin' houses right now.

Well, I'd, uh...

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

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