Who is it?
It's Lieutenant Finley. He's coming up the path.
It might be worth your while to listen to him, Edna.
So he can tell me about D-Day?
I don't wanna hear about D-Day.
Look what happened to my son on D-Day.
Uh, hold it, peggy.
Cut from D-Day halfway down the page to:
"And don't tell me about the black market."
You're making me a complete bitch...
just to keep in your black market propaganda.
Look, peggy, I'll tell you...
Oh, Jesus!
Bill, Katie wants to keep in the black market! Bill!
Am I glad you're back. How'd it go?
Goddamn pentagon, all they see is red.
Where's my coffee?
I'll get you some in a minute.
This broad's always got a feather up her ass.
Don't cast her again.
Takes a reactionary to play one. Listen, we're seven minutes...
Where the hell is my coffee? I'll get you some in a minute.
Can't O.W.I. Afford a gofer?
Where's Roxanne? I promised her a big night.
She called and she said that she couldn't make it.
Oh, swell. We'd like to get set up...
and go from the top, Mr. Verso.
What's the matter? What the hell is this?
Two lines I wrote to cover the cut on 12. No good, huh?
Morosky, let me do the writing,will ya, huh?
I'm tired of being a patriot for no money.
Well...
She can't come, huh? Nope.
Okay, Katie, you're in luck.
Uncle Willie's gonna take you to El Morocco...
courtesy of the Office of War Information.
El Morocco?
All right, Americans,let's take it from the top.
One, two, one, two, three.
Please clear the way. Please clear the way.
But, sir, we do have a reservation.
I told you once before, there are no more tables available!
I told you before, there are no tables!
But we called!
Just a minute! I'd like to know your name.
Why aren't you in uniform?
Excuse me. If you don't mind...
These boys have been in combat,
you fascist rope holder.
Don't you tip him.
Bill Verso. O.W.I.
Sorry, no more tables. Office of War Information.
Get his name, rank and serial number.
Hey, Verso. Hairy old Bill Verso!
Hey, Tiny! How are you? Good to see ya.
Captain, you can't do that!
Come on. Just a minute, please!
Let's go! There.
Thanks a lot, Tiny. Good to see ya.
Listen, Katie... Hey, Jimbo!
Can't you leave your soapbox at home just once?
Comin' through! Comin' through!
What do you wanna drink?
I know. Dubonnet over ice.
Dubonnet over ice and a Scotch straight up.
Here's your Dubonnet, Morosky.
Oh, to be in uniform.
Hubbell Gardiner.
What? That's his name.
Swell. What's hers?
I suppose they learn that incredible balance on board ship.
Absolutely. Let's dance.
What have you got to lose?
Probably be going overseas very soon.
It's all pretty hush-hush.
Save loyalist Spain! Stop Franco!
For world peace now!
Write president Roosevelt today!
Come on! Do something about it!
Save Spain! Stop Franco!
Stop the slaughter of innocent women and children!
Do something about it! Write your congressman.
Hey, Katie. What are you selling?
The R.O.T.C. You could have it cheap.
Fascist!
Memories
"peace Rally, Strike!"
Llke the corners Of my mind
Misty watercolor memories
Of the way we were
Row, Hubbell!
Scatfered plctures
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can if be
That if was all so simple then
Or has time
Rewritten every line
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we
Could we
Memories
May be beautiful
And yet
What's too painful
To remember
We slmply choose to forget
So it's the laughter
We will
Remember
Whenever we
Remember
The way we were
The way we
Were
A true peace rally should cover...,
the entire spectrum from extreme right to extreme left...
as our next speaker proves.
The president of the Young Communist League...
she needs no introduction, Miss Katie Morosky.
Boo! Boo!
I guess I do need an introduction.
Back up!
Yeah! All the way to Moscow!
You could still take communion and like the Soviet Union.
What's cookin' in the Kremlin?
The Kremlin is worried about the civil war in Spain. Are you?
Thousands of Spanish citizens...
are being bombed and machine-gunned and murdered.
Only one country is sending help. One country.
The Soviet Union.
K-K-K-Katie,be my c-c-c-comrade!
O-k-k-k-kay!
What are you scared of?
The Russians don't want anybody
in Spain but the Spanish.
Is that scary?
They're communists, yes,
but they want total disarmament now!
Is that scary?
Hitler and Mussolini are using the Spanish earth...
as testing ground for what they want:
Another world war!
Is that scary? You're darn right it is!
There's only one thing to be scared of.
And it's not me! It's not the Young Communist League!
And it's not the Red bogeyman!
You be scared of anybody, any place...
who will not stand up for world peace now!
You're really...You're really something.
Really...You're really beautiful.
No, I mean it.
You're really beautiful.
You're the best...
the brightest...
the most committed generation this country has ever had.
That's why you're here today striking for peace.
Why they're striking on almost every single campus in this country!
They're taking that pledge now...
so show your solidarity by taking it with them,
I refuse to support...
Come on, come on.
I ref... Come on, everybody! On your feet!
I refuse to... Come on. That's right. On your feet. Everybody.
I refuse to support...
No! Everybody, everybody!
I refuse to support...
the government of the United States...
in any war it might conduct.
Now, the Student Council calls this a peace rally.
And I call it a peace strike.
And I'm an English major.
It isn't that funny.
You fascists!
We have to talk about this stuff. Wait a second.
You've been workin' on that for two months.
Three. It's a short story.
How can it possibly take so...
Frankie McVeigh, you're not funny.
I know it. Listen.
Would you do me a favor?
Tape the Y.C.L. Meeting Monday night?
Katie, you can't miss a meeting. I have to.
The story's due on Tuesday, and she's gotta be good.
Look who's here: America the Beautiful.
How much do we have in the treasury? $542.18.
Two fingers of bourbon.
Possible themes for the senior prom.
Best bourbon?
I.W. Harper. "Caribbean Holiday."
Best ice cream? "Jungle Fever."
Nickels on Route One.
You should be listening to this.
"Niagara Falls."
Best weather reporter?
"Thirteen Colonies," "48 States."
Best clothes with sound?
Mary Johnson as Jingle Bells.
Mary Anne Johnson. J.J., listen.
Okay, "Thirteen Colonies,""The 48 States"...
"Starlight, Starbright"
and "In My Merry Oldsmobile."
How about,"Breadlines Can Be Fun"?
How about "The Stalin Shuffle"?
What are we gonna have, hamburgers? How about the...
How about... Cheeseburgers.
"The College Grad Meets the Leningrad"?
She's a million laughs.
What do you want? Coke.
What do you want to drink? Coca-Cola.
Excuse me. You're all decadent and disgusting.
Come on.We weren't making fun of you.
You were. You make fun of everything.
You think politics is a joke.
Well, you make fun of politicians.
What else can you do with 'em?
You think Franco is so funny?
Franco? Is he here?
Yeah, Franco. He's a politician.
You think he's funny? Well, so was Hitler.
He even has a funny mustache.
Why don't you have a Nazi prom?
Well, we thought of that, but the uniforms itch.
All right, comes the revolution, maybe we'll all have a sense of humor.
Two hamburgers, two cheeseburgers and four Cokes.
Onion? Yeah, in the Cokes.
If I read comparatively
a few of your stories aloud in class...
it's because I think we learn best from what's good...
or at least talented.
Today, I'm going to read with a great deal of pleasure...
a remarkably good story...
from a surprising new source.
The name of the story is "The All-American Smile"...
and it's by Hubbell Gardiner.
"In a way,
he was like the country he lived in.
Everything came too easily to him...
but at least he knew it.
About once a month,
he worried that he was a fraud."
"...really no reason for us to change.
But, of course, by then,
they were too lost or too lazy.
It had always been too easy."
Trouble with some people is they work too hard.
Are you speaking to me?
Want a beer?
I don't drink.
One sip. One sip of beer.
Well? Why do you always carry your books?
That's what I crossed the street for?
I'm celebrating.
What are you celebrating?
I got you to cross the street.
Listen, I'm sorry I...
I let so much time go by without telling you that I really liked your story.
You're a good writer. Thank you.
Mrs. Simpson married the Duke of Windsor.
It'll be in the papers.
How do you know that? Papers aren't even out yet.
I work in the Linotype room two nights a week.
You never quit, do you?
Well...
thanks for getting me across the street.
Hey...
I sold one.
Hmm? I sold a story.
I've never known anybody who's sold one.
Oh, boy, Hubbell.
Okay, so have a drink.
Okay? Okay.
Sit.
To your first novel.
Wait a minute. Not so fast.
Why not?
Yeah. Why not?
You should've laughed. Hmm?
"Any peace But Katie's piece."
God, you were good. You really were. You had them.
You could've kept them if only you'd laughed.
It wasn't funny.
That's not the only reason to laugh.
You're a puritan.
I am not. You have no sense of humor.
Members of my family think I'm extremely humorous.
Why are you always so angry?
I'm not always. Just because I don't know much
about your drippy coed humor.
I mean, I've never been inside one of those...
fraternities or sororities...
which is where I'm sure they make up all that dirty stuff anyway.
Yeah, that's pretty dirty business. Yeah.
Can I ask you a personal question? Sure.
Do you smile all the time?
No.
Hey, here's to commencement.
Fine word for the end.
Well...
Mrs. Simpson married the Duke of Windsor.
I told you that, didn't I?
Yeah, you did.
I'm really happy about your news.
I hope I get to read your story someday.
Put your foot up here.
Go get 'em, Katie.
See ya.
Don't spill it on your dress.
I'd like to have the sewing concession when they shorten those dresses.
You know, to get some wear out of them.
Grab your coat and gef your hat
Leave your worries on fhe doorstep
Glad we're not workin' on commission.
You know, I've never been to a dance before...
except the one the Y.C.L. Gave for Spain.
Let thaf happy tune be your sfep
Life can be so...
Drink. Here.
What is that? Bourbon?
It's gin. It's gin. Come on.
From the bottle?
So bourgeoise.
Let's dance. Employees aren't supposed to.
You weren't supposed to buy me a corsage either.
Come on. Let's dance.
If I never have a cent I'll be rich
Rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
Can you, Frankie? On the sunny
Sunny side of the street
Frankie McVeigh, you've got a foot for dancing.
Hubbell.
What do you know?
Small world, isn't it?
I fall asleep?
I think so.
What do you know? Would you like a cup of coffee?
Oh, yeah.
Coffee. Yeah.
Here you are. Good night.
Good night.
Good night, Hubbell, old boy.
Whoever you are. Who are you?
It's the top floor.
Only one more!
In there.
Hubbell.
General's quarters! General's quarters! Countdown! Stand safe.
Hubbell, it's Katie.
You didn't know it was Katie.
I'll have this done in a minute. You don't have to do that.
Oh, no, it's okay. I like to iron.
Gee, you have a lot of ribbons here.
Do you have any aspirin?
Oh, I don't.Push in on your temples.
How can anybody not have aspirin?
I always eat for a headache.
Do you have my watch?
Do you know where it is?
I took it off and put it on the bedpost.
I thought you'd be more comfortable...
Well, you didn't have to...
Thank you.
It's your hair. That's what's different.
Yeah.I have it ironed.
You have your hair ironed?
Mm-hmm.
Does it hurt? No.
Have a cup of coffee.
I'm low on sugar and cream, but it's real coffee.
No, thank you. I have to meet J.J. At the train.
Looks good though.
You still have J. J?
Yeah, well...
How long you gonna be around?
I mean, where are you stationed?
In Washington.
That's good. That could be exciting. Yeah. Why?
Roosevelt is there.
I thought the party said he was an evil warmonger.
How do you know what the party said?
You still think a varsity letter stands for moron, huh?
Some people work out better than we think.
Yeah. Well, thank you very much.
Listen.This is my number here...
and this is the O.W.I. Office where I work.
This is the studio at the radio station.
I mean, it's very difficult to find a hotel room...
and if you're ever in town and,
you know, can't find one...
well, just...
No obligation, of course. Okay. Thank you.
About last night...
Listen, I'm sorry.
I've been falling asleep all over the place lately.
Oh, that's all right.
Thanks for putting me up.
I hope I didn't keep you awake with my snoring.
That's okay.
I like snoring.
See ya, Katie.
See you, Hubbell.
Good luck.
American-Soviet Benefit Friday night at Town Hall!
Come to the American-Soviet Friendship Benefit Friday night!
American-Soviet Benefit at Town Hall!
Come to the American-Soviet Benefit Friday night!
Thank you. Big show. Big show at Town Hall, folks.
Come to the American-Soviet Benefit Friday night. Right.
American-Soviet Benefit Friday night.
Soldier, why don't you bring a date?
Come to the American-Soviet Friendship Benefit Friday night.
Bring a date. Come to the American-Soviet Benefit.
Thank you very much. American-Soviet...
Jesus. I'm late for the O.W.I.
Here. See you later, pony. Okay, bye-bye.
Bye. Vote for Thomas E. Dewey.
Oh, listen, we gotta stop F.D.R. We've just gotta.
I'll take 'em to your friends. I'll help you out.
Dewey for president. Blah!
C.D.H.Q. America calling.
Applications are available at your local post office. Thank you.
C.D.H.Q. America calling.
Can you identify them?
Yes, madam, even for an hour a day.
Over at the Bronx.
Twenty-five Stuka Dive Bombers.
I'll connect you.
Yes, I've got it, madam.
Yes, I remember pearl Harbor.
One moment. I'II connect you.
Even if he lost the paper, I'm still in the book.
C.D.H.Q. America calling.
It's only been a week. C.D.H.Q.
One moment, please. I'll connect you.
C.D.H.Q. He could phone at least.
C.D.H.Q. America calling, Thank you.
Phone where? You only got 11 jobs.
Applications are available at your local post office.
You censored everything
but nine lousy minutes, you know that?
The Army resents any implication
that we spit on our Negroes.
Which you do!
We do not aggravate the situation.
Now the Negroes are a situation, huh?
The pentagon feels...
It'll be as crummy as it was before the war,
you racist fink!
What's the matter with her this week?
This week?
What do you mean, what's the matter...
Would you both shut up.
I have 21 minutes of dead airtime.
Yeah, well, it's his fault. Hello?
Okay, okay, I'll sign.
Hubbell? Where are you?
Grant's Tomb. I can'f get a room anywhere.
Can I use your couch?
Oh, of course,you can use my couch.
Morosky, we have work... Will you please!
Hubbell, there's beer in the ice box, and there's clean towels.
And if you want to take a nap...
just take off the phone and put it in the bottom drawer of the desk.
How do I get the keys? I'll call the super.
Thank you.
Hubbell.
I wasn't sure when you'd be home. How are you?
Look, I don't know when I'll be back.
Could you leave a key?
No, you can't, you can't, you can't.
I got steaks and baked potatoes and sour cream and chives...
and salad and fresh-baked pie.
I would have made a pot roast.
I make a terrific pot roast.
But I didn't know whether you've had pot roast
or whether you liked pot roast.
Anyway, there wasn't time
because it should be made the day before...
so I got steaks with all my ration stamps.
And you must be hungry because...
With all the hotel hunting,
you couldn't have had time to eat or anything.
I mean, you can't go yet.
You've got to stay for supper. That's all there is to it.
What kind of pie?
Oh, your hero, huh?
Who?
二战后和美国保持亲密的盟友关系)
Yeah.
Now he wasn't in college
when he didn't lift a finger for Spain.
Congress was isolationist in '37.
There wasn't anything he could do.
You could justify the Nazi-Soviet pact.
Easier than you can justify the Allies sitting on their behinds...
while the Russians were taking a beating.
Why can't you say "asses"?
Because I can't. Why? What happened?
I don't know. Nothing.
What a subject for two grown, mature...
It's interesting.
You'd rather talk politics.
All the contradictions:
Should we get in the war,
should we not get in the war?
Stalin's for Hitler, Stalin's against Hitler,
It's all a lot of political double-talk, but you hold on.
I don't know how you do it.
I don't know how you can't.
You're jealous.
What? You are.
Why are you jealous?
I'll live.
Maybe longer.
But you won't write another novel.
You got one of the two copies sold.
You get through it?
Oh, I managed. Twice.
I liked it, Hubbell.
I liked it a lot.
What didn't you like?
The way you write is no problem. No kidding.
Your style is absolutely gorgeous.
Gorgeous?
It is.
It is gorgeous.
But you... stand back.
Do you know what I mean?
Go ahead.
You see, the people...
You... You watch them...
from a distance.
Where? In the book.
I know in the book. Where in the book?
Be specific.
All through it, Hubbell.
But look, it's your first novel,
and I'm sure the second one will be...
What makes you think I'm going to write a second novel?
Because you must. You're too good a writer not to.
Are you really so sure of everything you're so sure of?
Sure. Aren't you?
No. No, not as sure.
Do things still come too easily?
Huh?
"In a way,
he was like the country he lived in:
Everything came too easily to him."
Now what in the hell made you remember that?
I always wondered if it would stay true.
Not altogether.
What doesn't come easy now?
Hotel rooms.
Be serious.
Do you know you're beautiful?
You are.
But you mustn't be too serious.
I won't be.
Happy Rosh Hashanah!
What is it?
What do you mean, what is it?
You get to see your old pal, J.J.
Oh, come on, it'II be fun.
We can all be disgusting and decadent,
eat eggs Benedict, vote Republican.
I don't like eggs Benedict.
Don't you really? Nope.
I'II bet you were a cheerleader.
Me? Rah-rah. Yeah.
Come on. No.
Maybe something terrible will happen.
You'll have a good time.
Boy, this is some navy you're in, J.J. Hi, Hub.
What, you mean all this?
It's not mine. It belongs to my aunt.
Is that the one that plays the accordion?
Does his aunt really play the accordion?
Yeah, she got squeezed to death.
She did not. She's gone overseas. She's patriotic.
She's with the U.S.O.
Best U.S.O.? Come on.
All right, wait a minute. I got it.
Give it to me. Hollywood and Vine.
Best U.S.O. Hostess?
Tallulah Bankhead. Betty Grable.
Well, I hope your aunt is under patton.
You can bet she's under somebody.
Would you excuse me? All right.
Okay, how about... Wait a second. Wait a second.
Best small hotel?
That's not fair. I haven't been abroad.
But I know it's in Switzerland.
We don't wanna make any bad jokes.
San Vergecee in paris.
Pretty, isn't it? Yeah.
You look different.
It's my hair. I have it ironed.
You what? In Harlem.
I actually have friends in Harlem.
I'm sure you do. Would you like me to disapprove?
How long has this been going on?
I mean, Hubbell Gardiner and K-K-K-Katie Morosky.
Hey. No, she looks terrific.
I like her, J.J.
You haven't changed at all, have you? Neither have you.
You're as pretty as ever.
For a while. I'm with J.J. Now.
Are you?
Excuse me.
Do you remember what she looked like in college?
That's how she looks today.
Can I get you fellas a drink?
No, honey.
Hey, what were you doing out there?
She seemed really upset.
You do it. You make yourself feel out of place.
Your friends make me feel like I'm invited for drinks...
and everyone else is staying for supper.
Why don't you try talking to them?
I have. No, you don't.
You don't talk. You lecture.
What was that speech about Yalta?
Katie, there isn't anybody in that room that needs you to explain Yalta.
No? Then why all those silly jokes?
You did hear your friend J.J. Call Roosevelt the "Yalteze Falcon."
Well, I thought it was pretty funny.
And all that yammering about selling your novel to Hollywood.
I hope that's supposed to be funny. Why?
Why? Yeah.
Why? Because you're too good for Hollywood, that's why!
Maybe I'd be lucky to sell a book to Hollywood.
I don't know.
You don't know either. You've never even been there.
Where do you get your information?
Besides, this isn't the point.
Why can't we just relax and enjoy the party?
I mean, honest to God, you get onto politics...
your sense of humor goes right out the window,
I guess there are just some things that are...
difficult for me to laugh about,Hubbell.
A fickle-minded real live girl
I'm sorry.
I got caught up at the studio.
Billy was in one of his bad moods.
Then I met somebody from the party who wondered why I've missed meetings.
What, what, what?
The first eight chapters.
If you wanna read it, read it,
but let's not discuss it.
Okay. All right.
If you don't like it, you have to say you don't like it...
and why you don't like it.
What if I like it? Waiter.
Ahoy.
Come in.
How you doin'? Fine.
Is that new?
No, it was in the other room.
Looks good there.
Plants are all growing, huh?
How's your mother?
Much better, like the news.
I have a chance to sell my book to Hollywood.
I know. J.J. Told me. Oh, yeah?
What do you think about that?
What do you think about living in sunshine all year long,
and... going to work in a sports car?
Sailing. Sounds wonderful.
Would you like a drink?
No, I just stopped.
I was out walking, and...
Hey, thanks.
I love the way you write.
Franklin Roosevelf is dead.
Most of you have already heard the news...
but It will take days, perhaps weeks, even months,,.
For the final tragedy of what happened at 5:45 a. M, this morning...
To be fully comprehended.
What seems particularly touching
is that he will nof be here,
to share in a vlcfory which is so close at hand,
One that he so effectively engineered,
Did you get a seat?
I was talking to...
There was this older guy on that steel platform between cars.
And I helped him open a big door. He needed air.
Jesus. I can't even remember when he wasn't president.
Well, a fourth term was just too much for the old man.
Yeah, a third was too much for my old man.
It ruined those "bad arm" jokes.
Some were pretty funny.
How about that one about Eleanor down in the mine with those hillbillies?
Oh, right. Her face was covered with grime, right?
Grime? For Christ sakes, Judianne.
Eleanor went down into a mine
and got her face black with coal dust.
And those hillbillies saw those big buck teeth shining...
Her husband is dead!
Dead!
Yes, Mrs. Roosevelt went down into the mines.
And when they asked her why,
she said,"I am my husband's legs."
Did you tell the cripple jokes too?
Is there anything that isn't
a joke to you people?
Sorry.
Who makes up jokes anyway? J.J.'s old man.
Scads of swell material here for a good novel.
That is, if this is what you want to write about:
People who tell stupid jokes instead of feeling something.
Hey, hey. Why don't we all meet up every five years
or every time a president conks,
whichever's sooner.
What are you doing? What are we doing here?
What is so hot about being here?
J.J.'s gonna buy your book,
and we're all gonna go to Hollywood?
Take it easy, Katie.
Katie, lots of good writers went there.
Fitzgerald...
He's dead, you dummy! I know that.
It's none of your business anyway.
He died of booze and canapes like this,
And people like you! Goddamn it. Stop it!
A guy told a bad joke. He's sorry.
Why did you bring me here?
Couldn't we have gone for a walk
or sit on a bench or something for a while?
I did not want to go someplace sad and feel sad. That's why.
What is the matter with feeling sad?
It won't help. The president died.
And it just didn't happen to you.
Everything in the world that happens does not happen to you personally.
Now, behave yourself.
I don't care about behaving myself!
Then don't. Do what you want.
I want to get out of here.
All right.
I meant us.
And then what?
See you later, Katie.
Oh, yeah. See you.
Good night, my beauty. You can finish in the morning.
Cheer up. I'm about to have a big night,
and I want to think of you as smiling.
Good night, Billy.
Hi. Hi.
I thought you got sent overseas.
Could I talk to you?
Sure.
Listen, I was a bad girl. I know that.
But I'm better now.
You see, it was like a tantrum. I get them from time to time.
But it's like an eclipse. Don't apologize.
Please. I'm not here for apologies.
I'm sorry. No, I do.
I'm not. I wanted to have an apology dinner.
I thought, " I filled my icebox with stuff," and l...
Hey.
Oh,I'm a pain in the ass, aren't I?
I swear now. I go to swearing school.
48th Street Soundproof School. I'm already up to the F's.
I'm also taking a course on laughing, and I'm studying protestant cookery.
Don't.
Are you finished?
Look, Katie, I... Don't start a sentence with "look."
It's always bad news.
I don't think we're going to make it, Katie.
Why?
I just don't think it's going to work, that's all.
I was too easy for you. Easy?
I don't mean sexually. I mean...
I mean easy, like everything is for you.
You really think you're easy?
Compared to what? The Hundred Years War?
You're so ready to fight, you don't have time to understand anything.
Counterattack, politics, revolution, cause.
That's fine. It's all fine, for you.
So stay with it. I admire it. Up to a point.
Okay, don't belabor it. I get it.
I don't fit on Beekman place. That's what's really wrong.
You think I'm talking about that? Yes,I do!
No demands, just fun, laughs. Go ahead, go!
Go have a good time on Beekman place!
You want to end it nicely, like a gentleman?
You have. So go on! Get out!
Oh, dear.
I'm calm now.
You can go.
It's me.
Wait a minute. Hold on a minute.
Don't go away.
Listen, Hubbell...
this is kind of peculiar.
I know that I don't have to apologize for what I said, because...
I know that you know.
And...
I also know that you...
You know that I don't feel exactly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed...
as J.J. Would say.
Anyway, the peculiar thing is...
It's really a request...
a favor.
You see, I can't sleep, Hubbell.
And...
it would help me so much if you could...
well, if I had someone to talk to.
You know, if I had a...
I had a best friend or something...
to talk about it with.
Only, you're my best friend.
Isn't that dumb? So dumb.
You're the best friend I ever had.
And...
if you could come over and see me through tonight.
Listen...
Hubbell, I promise I won't touch you,
or beg you...
or embarrass you.
But I have to talk to my best friend about someone we both know.
So, Hubbell, could you please come over right away?
Please?
There's some sleeping pills in the medicine cabinet.
Here.
Isn't one enough? No.
I'm scared.
Take them.
Will you stay till I fall asleep?
I'm really sorry.
But that's what best friends are for.
Aren't they?
There's something I want to ask you.
I hope this doesn't make me drunk. Don't drink it like water.
Okay.
It's because I'm not attractive enough, isn't it?
I'm not fishing, really. I'm not.
I know I'm attractive.
Sort of.
But...
I'm not attractive in the...
I'm not attractive in the right way.
Am I?
I mean...
I don't have the right style...
for you.
Do I?
Be my friend.
No.
You don't have the right style. I'll change.
No, don't change. You're your own girl. You have your own style.
But then I won't have you.
Why can't I have you? Why?
Because you push too hard.
Every damn minute!
I mean, we don't...
There's no time ever to relax and enjoy living.
Everything's too serious to be so serious.
If I push too hard,
it's because I want things to be better.
I want us to be better. I want you to be better.
Sure, I make waves. You have to.
And I'll keep making them until you're...
every wonderful thing you should be and will be.
You'll never find anyone as good for you as I am...
to believe in you as much as I do or love you as much.
I know that. Well, then, why?
Do you think if I come back it's going to be okay by magic?
What's going to be different?
We'll both be wrong. We'll both lose.
Couldn't we both win?
God, I...
Oh, God, I...
Look, I like Hollywood. I like Alice Faye.
What's not to like. Oh, don't. No, please.
God!
Somebody's getting up. Aren't you sleepy yet?
You are.
I'm exhausted.
Katie, you expect so much.
Oh, but look what I've got.
Jesus. Your director lives here?
Actually, he lives in a room over the garage.
The servants live here.
How can he work here? He doesn't work. He's the director.
Come on.
As long as you're writing in France by next fall, I don't care.
And now, back to KRS, Muslc for a summer afternoon,
Oh, well, everybody's here. Everybody who's anybody.
What,no ice skating rink? It's in the cellar.
Well, Hubbell. Hi, George.
I'm George Bissinger. Glad you could come.
This is my wife,Vicki. Hi,Vicki.
Hi,how are you. It's Kate, isn't it?
It's Katie. Can I get you a drink?
No, thanks. No, thank you.
I want you to meet my agent.
Reported to be the greatest in town.
If I were a great agent,
would I be an agent? Hello.
Hello. Nice to meet you.
You may think those are...
croquet balls she's slamming around, but actually they're from...
a collection of shrunken writers' heads,
Have you seen the Bissinger collection? We'll talk later.
Would you believe this fearless band of Hollywood intellectuals...
Is planning to overthrow the government?
They couldn't overthrow Louella Parsons.
In 1937 in Munich, Hitler was a joke too.
This is Paula Reisner, our resident pessimist.
I'm sorry. Oh, they're coming, all right.
To investigate all us communist subversives.
They're just out to get election yardage...
by coupling the names of the great jerks of the silver screen.
You do know that they're getting people to testify in secret.
Horse's asses.
Maybe, but we can't even write our congressman.
He's on the committee. Come on, George. It's your shot.
Alice in Wonderland, come on. Hubbell.
Hey, Gardiner, why aren't you home making the script brilliant?
Listen to the producer.
Script's so brilliant, you don't understand it.
I'm so glad you came. I was going to call you.
Really? I'm giving J.J. a birthday party.
Forty-five, huh? Everybody must come as
a Marx brother.
K-K-K-Katie, you could come as Karl.
Still stuttering, huh?
I'I tell you one thing: I'm not coming as Groucho.
Good. You could come as Harpo.
That way you won't talk.
I think your director's an idiot.
Too high? Too low?
You're trying to tell me something. What?
He's here? In the room? Good God.
You can have 10 years in Leavenworth...
eleven years in Twelveworth,
or five-and-ten in Woolworth.
To control thought, you mean. Censorship.
Let's not dramatize this. I'm sure it'll all blow over.
That line is absolutely necessary, George.
That's the point of the whole scene. Don't need it.
The point's better made by those insane dancers in red, white and blue.
There are no dancers in his book.
You can't have dancers for the sake of having dancers. Please?
If we get this thing organized, you have got to talk.
Please, I can't talk in front of...
Come on, Brooks. It's cool.
Look, I'll write it. I'll write it, all right?
He doesn't understand what you're writing about.
I never liked his movies anyway.
"Honk, honk, honk," said the duck.
You rang? Your wish is my command. Oh,God.
This morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas.
I don't know how he got there.
What are you hungry for? I'm hungry for your absence.
Let's meet at my house at 5:00 Sunday.
George, is Paula Reisner a red?
My heavens, I don't know. Why?
I don't know. Just something I heard.
You're listening to the wrong people.
Now stop it. Come on. I have an early day.
I've a good mind to join a club
and beat you over the head with it.
Got a better one? It's hard to catch an elephant in Africa,
but, of course, in Alabama they're Tuscaloosa.
He thinks Bissinger's right. How dare you!
Would you please stop it? This is coming out in French.
Maybe Bissinger will like it better in French.
Here, taste this.
How is it?
It's great. Yeah?
Yeah. Okay.
I'II study French cooking while you finish your novel.
Done much thinking about it?
No, not much. Well, it's very hard here, you know.
But when we're ensconced in our villa...
How about you? Have you read any good books lately?
No, but I wrote two reports of books that have not been written yet.
You're going to get the sack.
I can always go back to brain surgery.
They never read my synopses anyway, you know.
They just pay me for them.
Well, why don't you quit. I mean, after all, it's...
Well, I'm laying a nice little nest egg for France.
Italy. France.
Spain? Never. China, maybe.
That's where one of my phony synopses takes place.
China? Mm-hmm.
Public's fed up with westerns.
It's time we had an eastern. Got a title?
Exclamation point. That's catchy.
You see, Melvin, there's this kibbutz of Chinese Jews
living in a rice paddy. And he...
No, she cooks communist rice patties.
So she gets the idea... Of calling them matzos.
You read the book! Backwards.
Oh, I got one for you.
I don't think I can take another one.
Loudmouth Jewish girl from New York City...
comes to Malibu, California...
and tells her gorgeous goyish guy...
Good alliteration.
That, um...
that she's pregnant, you see?
And...
And he just looks at her, and...
Are you kidding?
Don't be afraid to touch. I'm not.
Okay, big team!
They can't handle this much blast! I got it!
Watch the spike, guys!
Cover it! Cover!
Watch the spike! Get it, Katie, sweetheart!
All right. One more time. Over!
The names of my friends... Answer the question.
Hungry? The witness will please answer,
you have no right to make me name the names of others in order to comply...
Sir... Take the witness away.
You've Just heard excerpts from the House
Un-American Activities Committee hearings on communism in the industry,
I'll make the salad. Oh,good. Thanks, Rhea.
Watch out for the paint. It takes forever to dry down here.
You'll be in Beverly Hills before it dries.
France, not Beverly Hills.
Not if I get Hubbell the deal I'm working on.
What deal? Three more pictures.
Provided this one works out, of course.
Think he's interested? Well, I certainly hope so.
It'd mean a lot more money, Kate.
You and Hubbell could live in style.
I thought we did, Rhea.
Pop sent me a list of names today.
For my grandson, the following names are okay with me.
Thomas Jefferson Gardiner
Solomon David Gardiner
What if it's a girl?
Well, if it's a girl, there's actually one name.
It's my mother's.
Yeah, what's that?
Rachel.
So keep your fingers crossed.
My genius director also wants changes.
Fortunately, I have a memory for Molnar.
Every time he gets drunk,
he shows up at 3:00 in the morning...
and climbs in bed with us.
Freddy hates it.
What's this picture about? Cowboys and Indians.
Not too loud. Brooks wrote it.
Tonight, the Indians are the good guys.
Can you do that, Brooks?
It's un-American, but we can try.
I think I'm calm enough. Vicki, let's start.
Don't pull that old trick with the sunglasses.
I know when you're sleeping.
Best western I've ever read.
I mean it.
Oh, there they are. Velez and Yolanda,
I saved you guys a seat.
Thank you. Thank you.
We didn't miss anything, did we? All right, then.
Good.
How's my godchild? Very happy.
Put it down. Excellent.
My God.
What the... What is it?
What the hell is going on?
What did it, George? The picasso!
What's the trouble?
Testing. Do you get us?
George, what the hell is going on?
We're being recorded.
Dwight, hold it! You okay here?
Well, children,
I'm going to sue the U.S. Government for that painting.
We've got to do something about this tonight. Right now.
Do you have a lawyer, George?
Is there anybody we can call?
Shouldn't we let them know about this?
How do we know this room's not bugged?
Most of the country would never believe this.
Most of the country will never know about it.
We can't let this happen! I mean, we have rights!
Can't the studios do something?
We have got to do something. We.
Bissinger says this scene isn't necessary.
I told him he's wrong.
What do you think? You're the producer.
He's the director.
You're the producer.
Easy, will ya?
Yeah, easy.
Hey, Hub...
do you know what's going on over at your house?
Sure. You know what they're doing?
I don't know. Overthrowing the government, I suppose.
Let's see. Sunday's volleyball.
Today's Mond... Yeah.
They like to overthrow the government on Monday.
They plan to go to Washington to challenge the committee
on the basis of the First Amendment.
What?
Well, well.
Anybody knows what it says? Katie does.
That's for sure.
Some actor came up to me yesterday
and said this line makes no sense.
What the hell does he know about it? Hubbell.
What do you think?
If they go, it'II make more trouble.
They may not have jobs to come back to.
What do you want from me?
Tell Katie to stay out of it. You tell her.
All right. I will. I'll buy tickets to that.
Just tell her to go easy then. Yeah, sure I will.
Will you tell Bissinger to go easy? You're the producer.
What the hell is eating you? Nothing.
War's over, right?
Movies.
Do you realize this is the first job we've ever had?
Athletic scholarship. Doesn't that count?
Doesn't count, buddy.
Well, then, officer, landing craft, South pacific?
Nope.
What are you talking about?
We got paid 150 a month.
Doesn't count.
You want a drink? No.
There's a little trouble at home.
I have to keep my wits about me.
Oh, Carol Ann.
Don't take any crap. To the both of us.
And to all the absent friends, class of '37.
Is this the Gardiner house? And I'm the gardener.
How are you doing? Okay, so far.
Your lover chain-smokes.
No doubt to compensate for his extreme shortness.
He has an enormous heart and no sense of humor.
You found us out. He calls himself Brooks Kropatkin.
But that is not his real name.
No? What is it?
Carpenter. Carpenter. Aha. Who told you that?
J.J., with whom I was not drinking, because he
no longer drinks due to trouble at home. Oh, no.
Oh, yeah.
Well, Carol Ann's 33. Not many moves left.
Well, they're all 33, practically.
No. Not you, Not the quiz kid.
What were you, 16 in college?
What's going to happen? You're going to Washington.
I meant with J.J. And Carol Ann.
hat's another house.
In this house, the wife is going to Washington D.C.
You gonna take the baby with you?
I thought I might.
Well, nothing like an early education.
I'd like her to learn early not to be frightened.
"Her"?
Him. Why don't you come with us?
We're kind of back where we started, aren't we?
That's not true, Hubbell.
Okay.
Now, why don't we all just stay home,
I can't.
And named the names of 14 of his fellow actors,
He described in detail their various associations...
Well what were termed subversive organizatlons.
Ten men of the original 19 have refused to testify...
before the commitfee known as the Hollywood Ten,
Jack Armstrong, the all-American boy.
You look good, Hub. I hate it.
I like it. Isn't she lovely? America's sweetheart?
Look at her go.
I'd forgotten. She really was getting to those people.
Take a look at some of those faces.
She was a spellbinder.
I'd forgotten about that.
She's beautiful.
Yea, Katie!
Mr. Bissinger, do you have any comment regarding the Hollywood Ten?
I'm afraid their running toward martyrdom...
will achieve nothing but their own destruction.
Standing up for principle doesn't make you a martyr.
If you don't like this country, why don't you get the hell out?
It's my country too.
They could have denied everything
and confused everyone, as others did.
They didn't want to deny everything.
Can we hold this conference elsewhere?
What are you doing here at all?
Someone might put your name on a list.
I refuse to be intimidated. Those ten men feel the same way.
Free speech is all we're talking about.
Those men are fighting for your right
to make any kind of picture you want.
All you can do is strut around here making sinful remarks.
Come on. Get out of here. Commies go home!
Go home, commies!
Could we get a statement from you, Mrs. Gardiner?
Not now. I would like to ask these people...
why they think we just fought a war.
Why don't you get the hell out?
What are you people afraid of?
Shut your mouth, commie bitch!
Come on. Stop... Hubbell!
Get them out of here!
You two wait in here and let the crowd clear.
You okay?
Yeah. You're bleeding.
I'm fine.
It's always fun meeting trains, you know?
I'm sorry, Hubbell. I really didn't expect this.
You didn't expect to go to Hollywood
and get a chance to tell off the world either, did you?
Is that what you think I'm doing? You bet I do.
I'm not telling off the world, Hubbell.
I'm just standing up for something I believe in.
Doesn't it make you angry listening to Bissinger ridicule those men?
Calling them martyrs just because they have guts,
which he doesn't?
To fight for their principles,
to fight for their Bill of Rights?
His Bill of Rights and yours?
Bill of Rights? What Bill of Rights?
We don't have any Bill of Rights.
We don't have free speech in this country.
We never will have. We never will if people
aren't willing to take a stand for what's right.
We never will have because people are scared!
This isn't college.
This is grown-up politics, Katie.
And it's stupid and dangerous.
Are you telling me to sit by and shut up
just because it's dangerous?
I'm telling you it's a waste.
That's what I'm telling you.
And that those men and their families are only going to get hurt.
And that nothing is gonna change. Nothing.
And after jail, after five or six years of bad blood...
when it's practical for some fascist producer to hire a communist writer...
to save his ass because his hit movie's in trouble,
he'll do it! They'll both do it.
They'll make movies. They'll have dinner.
They'll play tennis. They'll make passes at each other's wives.
What in the hell did anybody ever go to jail for?
For what? A political spat?
Hubbell, you are telling me to close my eyes...
and to watch people being destroyed
so that you can go on working!
Working in a town that doesn't have spine enough
to stand up for anything but making a blessed buck!
I'm telling you that
people are more important than any goddamn witch hunt!
You and me. Not causes. Not principles.
Hubbell, people are their principles.
Oh, God!
All of the heads of studios have reversed their positions...
and, um, any employee who, uh...
is an unfriendly witness before the committee is
fired.
Oh, Jesus.
So now we have an official blacklist.
It's an open season for witch hunters...
and stool pigeons.
And now the problem is...
how to convince the public...
that a stool pigeon...
is a hero.
I'm more like these damn palm trees.
They don't belong here either.
They were brought in, and they look it.
I'm sure that they don't like it either.
What if he does, Paula?
What is more important to you?
He is.
So that's your choice, Katie!
Give him my love too. I will.
Thanks, Paula,
It's no reflection on anything but the fact that
you're new to all this film technique.
Especially for the novelist,
He's too close to his own material.
I'm not a novelist.
I'd like to think of myself...
as a screenwriter.
Hubbell, I want to be up front with you on this.
I know what changes have to be made.
I just don't know if you can make 'em.
Listen, George, nobody else understands that story.
Nobody knows it. It's mine.
Mine.
I know where it came from.
I know what the heart of it is.
I mean, you re... Hey.
Those few days, before the war started.
Before we had to change.
Don't lose what I know about it.
Work with me on it, work with me closely, fine.
Listen, and I know the dialogue from the book
is slowing the film up.
But I can fix that.
I learn fast. I always have. Things come...
Oh, Christ, George. I can do it.
I know what you want.
I know what your concept is.
I'll make your changes.
Let me.
With no resistance?
No resistance.
Hi.
Hi. Bad times?
Can't be all bad.
How's the picture?
Troubled.
I'm going back to New York.
New York.
When are you leaving? Not until tomorrow.
I'm getting rid of some things in my apartment.
There's some champagne.
For bon voyage?
Well, it's, uh... It's getting better.
It's most unusual.
When it's slow, it seems necessary to be slow.
Of course, you know, with the audience...
Thank you, Paula, my dear.
I shall have my brandy in bed,
and we'll conduct the postmortem in the a.m.
Good night, Paula, Hubbell...
J.J., silent Kate.
Thank you, Floyd. Thank you very much.
Good nlght.
Well, J.J.
shall we go and have some wine...
and you will tell me your problems,
and I will tell you
how the un-American gentleman offered to give me
some names to name in Washington.
Take care, darling. Bye.
True-to-life. So true-to-life, Hubbell.
I'll be up late
in case you guys want to stop by on your way to the beach.
Okay, Hub? Yeah.
Well, that was a gripping experience.
So true-to-life, darling.
The only picture she didn't knocked
is Potemkin.
She's probably a dyke anyway.
She is not. She has two grandchildren.
Katie, the day you die...
you'II still be a nice Jewish girl.
Are you still a nice Gentile boy?
I never was.
I only looked it to you.
That's not true. Oh, yes it is.
When you love someone, from Roosevelt to me,
you go deaf, dumb and blind.
Not blind, Hubbell.
And certainly not dumb.
Who told you?
A friend.
Some friend.
Well, it's a friendly town...
if you don't mind having your friends inform on you.
I suppose you'll say it doesn't mean anything.
It doesn't.
Your picture will be a smash, Hubbell. Congratulations.
But you didn't like it.
Let's say I appreciated it.
What didn't you like?
Are you flnished for the night, sir?
Yes. Thank you.
Why did you have to go with her?
Tell me I'm not good enough.
Tell me you don't like my politics.
Tell me I talk too much.
You don't like my perfume, my family,
my pot roast.
But for God's sake
you didn't have to go back to Beekman place, did you?
Katie, what's wrong with us...
has nothing to do with another girl.
Oh, give up.
Please?
I can't. I hate what you did to your book.
I hate the picture. I hate those people.
I hate the palm trees.
I wish it would rain.
Oh, I want...
I want...
What?
I want us to love each other.
Give me a beer. Coming up, Skipper. There you go.
Well, what the hell. It doesn't matter anyway.
She wasn't much.
Ah. Don't get sloppy. You had some good days.
It's the rum.
No excuse, buddy.
It's not like, you know...
Iosing somebody.
Katie.
That would be a loss.
Best Saturday afternoon?
1933, when Brud Holland was out with a bad knee.
Best month?
April.
Best year?
Best year.
1944.
No,'45.
Forty-six?
It's amazing
how decisions are forced on you willy-nilly.
You never did want to finish your book,did you?
I don't know. I...
I guess I never really thought there was much point.
And you never really wanted to go to France, did you?
No, I didn't. You wanted me to.
Are you all right? Yeah, fine.
Sit back.
Wouldn't it be lovely if we were old?
We'd have survived all this.
And everything would be easy and uncomplicated...
the way it was when we were young.
Katie, it was never uncomplicated.
But it was lovely.
Wasn't it?
Yes. It was lovely.
Will you do me one favor, Hubbell?
Will you stay with me till the baby's born?
More flowers for you, Mrs. Gardiner.
I, uh, thought...
It's a nice room. Yeah,it is.
Did you get your father? Yeah.
I'd like to call her Rachel.
Fine.
Did you see her yet?
Yeah.
She's little.
I've got the crib together.
You look ab... Aw, you don't have it ironed anymore.
What? Your hair!
Oh. No, I don't.
It's pretty. Thank you.
Still married? Sure. What are you doing in New York?
I've been writing a television show.
Really? Oh, there's an experience.
Everything happens so fast.
They shoot it all in one day...
live, on the air,
everybody running around in a constant state of panic.
You remember how it was on the radio. Yeah.
Same thing here, only with cameras.
And craziness! My God, what craziness!
Make a great comic novel.
Sounds wonderful. Really.
Your taxi's ready, sir.
Listen, I'm awfully late.
Will you please call and come for a drink?
Please? It's the only David X. Cohen in the book.
Nice to meet you. What's the "X" for?
The only David X. Cohen in the book.
Hi, Evie. I'm sorry I'm late.
How we doing, huh? Oh, wonderful. Got 122 on that one.
A hundred and twenty-two? Terrific.
Yeah. Charlene called from downtown.
She's doing just great. Marvelous.
Wonderful. Oh, let's see.
Ooh, good. Yeah. That's good, too, don't you think?
What about Aileen? You never give up, do you?
Only when I'm absolutely forced to.
But I'm a very good loser.
Better than I am.
Well, I've had...
more practice.
Your girl is lovely, Hubbell.
Why don't you bring her for a drink when you come?
I can't come, Katie.
I can't.
I know.
How is she?
She is just beautiful. You would be so proud of her, Hubbell.
I'm glad.
Is he a good father? Yes. Very.
Good.
See ya.
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