Synopsis: A conflict develops between a troubled Vietnam veteran and the sister he lives with when she becomes involved romantically with the army buddy who reminds him of the tragic battle they both survived.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): David Hugh Jones
Production: HBO Video
Rotten Tomatoes:
102 min

The weather is seasonable. 54 | degrees, the temperature reading...

and a smattering of rain. | Not really anything significant...

across the state. Current | conditions: still some sprinkles...

and 54. The dew point is 48, | but the barometer is rising...

Rise and shine cause it is time!

Davey! Davey!

Come on, you great big | swinging dick! Come on!

Come on, wake up! | It's opening day!

Wake up!

We're gonna dance on | Charlie the Tuna's grave!

David! I see you!

Davey, open up, man! Davey?

Davey! Dave!

There's some loudmouth downstairs | yelling for you. Come on. Get up!

- I know you're there! | - Get up, David! Let's go! Get up.




Take it easy!

- You go golfing in your p. j.'s? | - What?

You got mud cleats | in them slippers?

Joseph Megessey. | Everybody calls me Megs.

- That's my name. Don't wear it out. | - It's a ridiculous name.

- Ain't it? | - I don't know you.

Well, hey, | I feel like I know you.

Your brother talked about you | a lot. Said you were swell.

You mind?

Davey! What's going on?

Davey? Come on, you great | swinging dick, let's go!

- Quiet! | - We're gonna go fishing.

You're insane. | The sun's not even up yet.

- Davey! | - Mr. Megessey.

- Just who do you think you are? | - Your room, huh?

How dare you?

I'll have you know I was up until | two in the morning grading papers.

Nice bed.

Listen, I'm counting to ten and | then I'm calling the police. One...

- This you? | - ... two...

...three. | - You've changed. You're pretty.

Mr. Megessey, | where do you think you're going?



- Mr. Megessey. | - Forget it.

- Will you wait? | - Forget it. It ain't your fault.

My brother happens to be a very | busy man! I'm sure he just forgot...

I covered ground. I call him up, | 'Mr. Busy', long distance.

'It's me,' I say. 'Right. Hey, | how are you? Long time. ' All that.

He says, 'We ought to get | together. ' I don't want nothing.

I'm calling to let him know that | I'm coming back. I'm not pushy.

- He says, 'We ought to get together'. | - At six in the morning?

Time out. I'm talking here. 'Getting | together is good. When?', I say.

'Whenever,' he says. 'Opening | day?', I say. This is a question.

'Opening day', he says. This is an | answer. Here I am, 2500 miles later.

- And who is to blame for this? | - Mr. Megessey.

When did this telephone | call take place?

A couple of weeks ago.

- Maybe five. | - And you never called to confirm?

- Who needs this shit? | - Mr. Megessey.


David has had hangovers before.

What the hell? Martha, what...? | Martha, why...?

Megs, what're you doing around? | Jesus Christ, I'm all fucking wet!

Well, get your butt in gear, | David. It's opening day.

What? Jesus Christ, you're all...

- We gotta catch a trout for Martha. | - Get outta here!

- You're catching a trout for me. | - Man, someone's lost their mind.

- It's opening day, man! | - No way.

- Rainbows this long. | - I ain't up to it.

Sure you are, David.

See, you just need a little | something to perk you up.

- What? | - You talked him into it.

- Didn't talk him into anything. | - You know, instant's fine with me.

I drink so much goddamn instant, | my stomach is like freeze-dried.

- What're you doing? | - Got any milk?

Of course I've got milk.

Powdered creamer? I hate it. Tastes | like powdered mouse balls to me.


What do you want for breakfast?

- Beer. | - For breakfast? That's horrible.

Breakfast beer. Ain't you ever | had a beer for breakfast?

You take one sip, the cobwebs go, | your voice rises two octaves...

and, hey, man, | the sun comes up inside you.

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