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?
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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.