All language subtitles for Feud.S02E03.WEB

How's the light? Is it good?

Is the--
Is the light warm enough?

Yeah.

I wanna look like a geisha,

only two eyes
and two little nostrils.

All smoothed out, baby.

The Monet, of course,
Low Tide, has a breadth to it.

A sweep.

The Manet, the flowers,
less drama and scope.

Monet, Manet.
Let's call the whole thing off.

Well,
the Monet is very alluring.

But the Manet? Breathtaking.

Two Roses.
A very late picture.

Hmm.
It has great freedom, Jacob.

Mastery. Concentrated power.

Well, Mrs. Paley,

I think the thing is he's
at an age where he's liberated.

Mr. Horn, it's not liberation.
He's dying.

Syphilis.

We can speak the word
"syphilis." We're grown ups.

Well, I'm not sure if I am.

Then came gangrene
and an amputated leg.

He could no longer
even handle a big canvas.

Precisely. Exactly. Sad.

No, not sad.

Such glorious delicacy.

Just brimming with how briefly

nature lets beauty
remain beautiful.

The roses telegraph their
own decay. A memento mori.

It has so much wall power.
The Manet over the Monet.

I could fix my hair
or something. Extra lipstick.

I didn't say, "Only eat oysters"
before-- No, I didn't.

One hour before?
No.

She's telling me
the secrets of romance.

My dear, what I want to know
is why you love me?

I mean, God knows
I'm not easy to love.

No, you're not.

I love you
because you understand.

You just catch on very quickly.

You're like
a very smart parakeet.

Mmm.

But seriously, why does our
friendship mean so much to you?

We talk several times a day.
We vacation together.

Tell the people.

Well, um...

I'm proud of you. You, uh...

I-I just think
it's very important

to find something
admirable about someone

in order to love them
unconditionally,
which I do with you.

I do. And you...

Original.

And more than that, loyal.
Loyalty is everything.

You can be
called upon in any circumstance.

Is that why you wanna
buy me a house?

You won't let me.

I suggested

it would be nice to have him
close on Long Island.

What a blessing to have
someone you love close at hand.

Well, dear.

For me...

You know, you are just
the beginning and the end.

Hmm.

Just the absolute center
of my world. You know that?

You're gonna make me cry.

Well, I mean it.

There is something
about a man with a camera.

I mean a proper camera.
Holding it like a bazooka.

To kill you with.

Oh!

Are they married?
The Maysles brothers?

No. And, Slim,
please don't devour them.
They're artists.

Well, if no one else
is gonna say it, I will.

I find it impossible to be
oneself with that thing on.

It's absolutely intrusive.

You have nothing
to fear but bad lighting.

Good point.

David and Albert
are dear friends of mine.

And I think it's very important
that we document this.

Besides, Truman has approval
over everything they shoot.

Where are they?

Oh...

Look, the entire point
of the film--

uh, to be clear--
is-is not to document

the riveting lunch habits, for
God's sake, of New York society.

This-- It's an exploration.
It's a celebration.

Of the meaning
of the unparalleled success

that Truman is experiencing.

Yes, we just want to help him
capture the moment.

This has never happened
to anybody before.

The product of my emersion
into that hell--

and it-it was hell--

captures the attention of the
world and outsells the Bible.

So that is why I am going
to have this very special party.

A masked ball.

A black-and-white ball for all
the most important people...

...in the world.

You mean the kind
that European royals

used to have
before being guillotined?

Where?

As far from Monroeville,
Alabama, as you can get, baby.

- The ballroom at The Plaza Hotel.
- Oh.

And there will be
a guest of honor...

...whom I will announce
at the right moment.

Truman. Oh!

Mmm.

So, Slim, who do you
think will be guest of honor?

You?

It makes the most sense,
doesn't it?

You see our connection.

Salinas, California,
is not so different
to where he's from.

These small rural towns
that made us.

I taught him how to dress for
this life. How to stand in it.

The difference
between fashion and style.

I read all the drafts
of Cold Blood.

What's happening with Truman
right now in this moment--

I mean, it's not
something I want,

but it is about
what I've done here, isn't it?

Which is?

We made New York
the capital of the world.

The center of everything.

And who is at the center
of that center?

I ask you. Who?

Hmm?

And how do you choose
the guests?

That, my dear,
is almost self selection.

I mean, let's face it.
When you look at who's important

in the world right now...

...there is a hierarchy,
but it's not as vulgar
as one of wealth.

No, it's a meritocracy of those
of us who have done things.

And the people
my mother dreamed of

back in Alabama
that drove her to New York

and which she hoped
to be intimate with. Mmm.

She would have been in awe.

Truman. Yes. He, uh--

People think of him as outgoing,
but it's an act.

Like me, he's shy.

But he refuses
to be ruled by fear.

So he becomes central.

Truman says your only
fault is that you're perfect.

What does that mean?

I'm not perfect. It's a joke.

I try but no, nobody is.

There seems to be
a natural connection
between gay men

and very glamorous women.

Why do you think that is?

Well, we see the importance
of presentation.

It's how we defend ourselves.

Underneath, though,

is someone who's just trying
to control their environment.

It's a defense.

Did you offer
to buy Truman a house?

I don't see the need
to discuss that.

Bill was absorbing

some properties
adjacent to us, so...

Do you think
it will be you?

The guest of honor
at Truman's Ball?

I don't need an honorary ball

to know that Truman
and I have a singular bond.

It's-- Well, it's something
every woman deserves.

To be made to feel like
the most important person
in the world

by a man who truly loves her.

Of course, in my marriage
I feel that way too.

White tablecloths?
No, absolutely not.

But the theme
is black-and-white.

Which means you have room
for a pop of color.

Red tablecloths. Yes.

You're my guardian angel.

Barry!

You of course know Mrs. Paley.

Barry is the general manager
of The Plaza.

Mrs. P, so good to see you.
And you.

And, Babe,
have you met Lisa?

She's outside counsel from
Gallery Artists and Company.

They help plan parties and
assist with public relations.

And Lord knows
I need help there,

because the press is hounding me
for the guest list,

absolutely braying.

Hello. How do you do,
Mrs. Paley?
Mmm.

Lisa, share what you're planning
for the tables.

White orchids in mercury glass.

Chicken hash,
your favorite, Mr. Capote.

And a signature cocktail,
that daiquiri punch.

Yes.
It's not a Labor Day barbecue.

Excuse me.

Can you wait
right there?

If you'll please
just excuse me. Sorry.

As it happens,
and I didn't know this,

the chippie in the ballroom

was Bill Paley's latest piece
of East Side ass.

Sometimes women need help
being stronger,

and this is something I can do.

And my advice is
dispense with the emotion.

Play the strong wife.

Don't let the understudy
replace you.

Life itself
is a masquerade ball.

Plus ça change,
plus c'est la même chose, baby.

What? Just confront him?

You have to come from a place of power.
Get all your tears out on me.

- Oh, Truman.
- Come on.

I thought Happy Rockefeller
was the last time.

No, but it never ended.

I knew it the minute
I saw that horrible girl.

I knew the rumors were true.
You have to confront it.

Tell him to get rid of it
right away or there will be
big consequences. Divorce.

The shareholder lunches--
Show him you're not
gonna stand for it.

Yes. But those luncheons,
those shareholders alone--

- If it were known he got a girl pregnant.
- No, exactly.

Oh, my God.

I love-- I mean, all
of these are beautiful,
but I think this one.

Albert, what do you think?
I love the blue interiors,
kind of dark and exciting.

And this--

- Oh, go on.
Telling lies upon lies.
- I don't!

It's not a lie, Goddamn it!

Go to the hotel.
I don't care.

I like the gold edge on it.

Hi, sweetheart.

Tell me they're not filming.

Oh, no. Don't worry, dear heart.
I own every frame.

Nobody will see anything
we don't want them to.

Okay.
No, boys, equipment off.
Equipment off.

- Thank you.
- No.

All equipment?

Yes. He's going to The Carlyle
for the next week.

Well, good. Well, I wanted to
take you through all of these--

Truman,
they're still recording.
Oh.

Shut it off! David, I told you!

- Shut it off. Please.
- Oh!

Shall we start?
Wait, I'm turning.

Okay.

Invitation paper must always be
100-pound premium matte stock.

Aha.

And have it individually cut.

Now, this--

Ivory is overused.
I like sand dollar.

That's what this is, I think.

Now, this is just a template,

but it should read
something like,

"Truman Capote cordially invites
you to a ball celebrating--"

Madame X.

That X is where
Babe's name goes, right?

All will be revealed, Mr. Paley.
Mmm.

This is so beautiful.

It's very important
to have a crisp edge.

Never deckled.

Fascinating.

Yes, that will make it perfect.

Everything must
always be just perfect.

No less, no more, perfect.

You see, this moment
in America's--

this gilded age
is so extraordinary.

N-Nobody ever sees society,

the dance of old monies
co-mingling with the new,

all the rules they have.

And that's what this is.
That's what we're documenting.

An American royalty and
the rituals enshrined therein.

The story has never been told.

And the devil
is in the detail, of course,

because their lives are
positively Proustian
if you can get in.

Their tables, their invitations,
their who's whos,

the scandal behind the luster.

Like when I made you shoot
CZ's painting when she
wasn't in the room.

Come here.

So you see,

even the fabulously rich
are naked under their clothes.

Before she was a goddess
of the gilded cage,

CZ was a free-spirited girl
living in Mexico City,

enamored of a painter
named Diego Rivera

and aching for a bohemian life
she could never have.

The girl, like the painting,
would ultimately
have to be curated,

bought and paid for by
her new husband, Winston Guest,

and hidden away here.

A joke for
the very few insiders.

She's here.
Cameras off. Cameras off.

CZ, dear.

Come to my rescue.
I wanna shoot the conservatory.

I'm all turned around.

Is it-- It's this way, is it?

This way, Truman.
I think so.

To the left.
Mmm.

But...

they also have great pain,
these women.

It's all a masquerade, you see?

Because underneath
the glamour, pain,

ballerina pain, gnarled feet.

Because it is a dance,
requiring stamina and endurance.

And I love them for that rigor.

But for some reason,
I have to protect them

and maybe shock them a bit
into being on guard against...

what the world will do,

because the world is
a cruel audience, you see?

Where do you think
that comes from?

The need to protect them?

Oh, Albert.

Murderers, artists, accountants
and socialites alike,

our mothers give us
our most ingrained patterns.

And mine,

she was the torchbearer
of unbreakable patterns.

What are you--

-Wait-- Slowly, Cee.
-You should be rolling on this.

Say again?

The IRS? They're coming now?

Listen to me, CZ.

Pour three fingers
of single malt, rocks.

I'll be there by the third.

Come on. Get in the car.

- Where are we heading?
- Get in the car.

-Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
-Let's go.

God,
you're so good with 'em.

How did you get
so indispensable to them?

How do you get them eating out
of the palm of your hand?

But no one is indispensable.
It's all conditional.

It's a subtle contract.

You gotta give me
some tips, man.

No, Jesus, I play the part.

It's all a performance.
You can do it.

They pick men who are rich,
but who cannot act.

And right now,
with Winston and CZ,

if he had a clue how to play it,
none of this would be happening.

Does it give you
a sense of purpose?

Being able to
swoop in and fix it?

It does, I think.

Goddamn it. Are you filming me?

You're gonna catch something
you don't wanna see

leaving me alone in the back
seat with your brother.

No, don't worry.
I won't try anything now.

We're 10 minutes away.

And why are we
going to CZ's again?

So I can swoop in
and fix it as I do.

All right.

Stop.
I promise it will work out.

Pretend you're in a movie.

You've been through worse
and made it to the top

and you'll do it again.

Winston's a silly supporting
character. You are the hero.

The humiliation of it.

The phones are ringing now
all over the eastern seaboard.

It's gotten out.

G-men at the Winston Guests.

Act the part, Joan of Arc.

Look, my dear.

You are gonna show up
with me at the ball, my arm.

Yes, that's right

because everything
will be about only one thing.

And that is you.
The Swan who survives.

Oh, Truman.

Really?
Come on.

Yes.

And you don't get the
same support from your husband?

But Truman said
men sometimes have a
hard time playing the part.

Playing the part?

Winston was unimpeachable.

If Mexican airlines
nationalizes,

that's not his fault.

Could have happened to anyone.

Was Truman critical of Winston?

Did Truman ask you to
be guest of honor for the ball?

Not in so many words, but--

As a matter of fact, this
afternoon, I believe he did.

It's just a party, but, um--

God, I could really use
some good news today.

Shut this off!

I'm a private woman.

So is it official?

CZ's gonna be
the guest of honor at the ball?

Oh, dear.

Well, yes and no.

I intimated it, but don't
go spreading it around.

I have to handle the others.

I love them, but they
frighten me. They really do.

You've seen what Slim
is capable of, that temper.

It's a long list.

We've got a lot of work to do.

- Carson McCullers.
- Oof!

Cross her off the list.
All the charm
of a rusty railroad spike!

No intention, dear heart.

Walter Hoving,
the chairman of Tiffany's,

said his wife was
gonna kill herself
if she didn't make the list.

Tried to bribe me
with a silver breakfast service.

Well, it should have been gold.
Off the list.

Exactly what I said.
After all the free publicity I gave him.

You know who's been hounding me?
Jerry fucking Zipkin.

Wait, the man
with a face like a bidet?

We can make this in white too.
Peacock or even ostrich.

Danny Kaye?

Mmm.

Yul Brynner?

Ooh. Not him.

He exposed himself to me
in the hallway at Bemelmans.

Well, well.

I'm not afraid to say that
for the camera because I know
you'll never use any of it.

I wouldn't dare.

Yeah, or you'd be cut off
from all high society.

And I know you, Truman.
That would kill you.

Yul Brynner, not a man of
a great many gifts down below.

Well, all the men
at the ball must be
appropriately sized.

- Out.
- Out.

And of course, no Pamela.

What? Pamela Harriman?

What?

No. No, tell me--
But big mama, I--

tell me you didn't.
I already sent it out.

I had to.

- Oh, my God. Fuck you, Truman.
- No!

Goddamn you.

Slim, you have to understand.

Don't run out.

What is there
to understand?

She stole my husband out
from under my nose.

Blithely, as if it were
a boulevard fucking comedy.

I understand
you were hurt, but I-- You--

- I had to make considerations.
- She stole my--

Fuck your considerations,
Truman.

Are you saying that there is
no cost to this perfidy?

Perfidy?
Don't Shakespeare me, Slim.

Come on, it's politic. I had to.

I will not be
the fucking entertainment
at this party, Truman.

I'm telling you I won't do it.
Now, you uninvite her.

She stole my goddamn husband,

and you know I'm still
not recovered from that!

Stop that! Stop it!
For fuck's sake!

Look, come here.

Sit down there!
Sit down. Sit down.

Look in the mirror.

Look. You're being insane.

This is not a competition.

In life,
you already won ages ago.

Pamela is a point on the map
of our world, nothing more.

She should be irrelevant to you.

This is absolutely
unacceptable behavior from you.

I love you dearly,
but I'm through
discussing this with you.

Clean yourself up.

Let's go, please. I have to go.

I'm not coming out there until he's gone.
Is he gone?

- He's gone.
- Okay.

Fucking hell.

Could they be gone now? Goodbye.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

Ta-da. Ta-ta.

Anything you wanna say
about the fight?

That was not a fight.

I was just--

I was trying to explain
to Truman that if Pamela comes,
Leland will come,

and he will be uncomfortable.

It's not about me.

Really. It's about Leland.

My ex-husband wears
his emotions on his sleeve.

He's-- He's not, um, strong.

Do you think
most men are like that?

Not as strong as women?

I think when a man sees strength
in a woman, it's so,
so, so intimidating.

Mmm.

Look...

...if you are a strong,
intelligent woman in this world,

you have two options.

You can dumb yourself down--
which I refuse to do--

or you can accept that you will
always be fundamentally alone.

You try-- You try again
and again, but nobody lasts.

Except Truman.
Of course.

He felt so bad
about that snafu earlier

that he asked me...

shh-- to be the guest of honor.

So, ha!

I can handle seeing Pamela.

Truman was right.
It's about the social context.

He had
this way down yonder voice.

Mushy as sweet potato pie.

And he said, "No, little buddy.
I don't want to cornhole ya.

I just want to
put out my cigar."

I'm not gonna explain it to you.
Or do you want me to?

I'm afraid not--
Come on.

I'll show you.

This is
my secret weapon.

I take them for one more whirl
at the end of the night.

Be the last ones dancing.

Their husbands
won't do it, but I will.

I make them feel seen and safe.

I feel bad for them, you know.

Their lives.

They got everything they wanted,
but they're so sad.

Mmm.

Reminds me of a quote,
St. Teresa of Ávila,
something like,

"More tears are shed
over answered prayers
than unanswered ones."

Answered prayers.

Answered prayers.

Thank you, Albert.

Thank you.

Mmm. Mmm.

Well, I feel like
a Christmas present tied up
with a big red bow.

Do I look flushed?

Must have run about 40 miles
between greeting everyone,
scuffing the parquet.

And yes, I might have
had a glass of champagne.
Possibly two.

Did you get all the arrivals,
Albert? Did you get them all?

Bill.

Oh, my goodness.

Gorgeous.

Oh, Truman.

Slim.

You are incredible.

How are you feeling,
Katharine?

Uh. Terrified.
Have a good evening, sir.

Luckily
I've got Tru and a mask.

How did you come
to pick Katharine
as your guest of honor?

Well, in every category,
you know, she's just
tens across the board.

There's beauty and brains,
of course.

But what it really
comes down to is bravery.

She's got a story.

Her husband killed himself
a few years back with a shotgun.

It's no fault of hers.
He was mentally unstable,

but Katharine pulled herself up,
single-handedly raised
the children,

and now she's running
The Washington Post.

It's a true
American success story,

and that's what we're here
for tonight. It's-It's--

The American dream
is alive and well.

What do you think
of Kay as guest of honor?

I knew it wasn't going to be me.
It's not about that.

Kay is a national figure.

None of us wanted it.

It would have sown jealousies.

I didn't want that.

No, this evening is for Kay,
as it should be.

What did you think
about Kay as guest of honor?

Oh, I-I'm very happy for Kay.

Yes. A-A woman at the very top
of the news business
in this country.

Right?
That's right.

I mean, there ought to be more
Kay Grahams running companies.

Right, Bill?
That's right.

She deserves it.

But did you think
it would be you?

Well, that wasn't even
a consideration really
that I entertained. No.

I-- Why would I--

That's enough.
Thank you very much.
Thank you.

Hi.

Everyone is talking
about who isn't here.

Well, the point and fun
of having a party is who
you don't invite.

For example...

You shouldn't keep
a lady waiting.

Come on.
Just offer her the light.

Is she even old enough to smoke?

Hi.

It's too priceless.

The Winston Guests
living in the guesthouse.

A friend
at Skadden, Arps said
they're repossessing everything.

I hope she invested
in a decent mask.

I would not have
shown my face tonight.

Is this
the only option for supper?

Yes, ma'am.

But this looks like dog food.
This can't be the only option.

Some people flew all the way
from Europe for this party.
This cannot be supper.

Well, so it is, fancy pants.

Grin and bear it.

No scenes tonight, Slim darling.

Everyone's waiting for one,
so let's not.

But one hates to disappoint, and
you're such a natural performer.

Here we go.

Two bourbon sours, please.

Oh, so now you got my ex-husband
on brown booze.

Are you here
looking for your next victim?

Is this the part when
you say, "You stole my man,"

and I retort, "You shouldn't
have left Leland so unattended"?

No, I was just
wondering why you're here,
and then I remember

no one is as familiar with
the ceilings of rich men's
bedrooms as you, darling.

You shouldn't have come.

It's a spectacle, and I thought
you were raised so very well.

How nice to see
my wives getting on so well.

I've waited so long for this.

We can't seem
to tear ourselves apart.

What is this?
It smells like a dead animal.

Chicken hash.

It's all Truman is serving.
Can you believe it?

Can we, uh,
lose the cameras now?

Mmm.

There are two selves.

The one we present to the world
and the one we keep hidden away.

But behind a mask,
we're less buttoned up.

It's chaotic and marvelous
and messy and it's carnival.

It's everything I've dreamt of
since I was a little boy.

This kind of true nakedness.

Excuse me, Candy.

We appear to have
party crashers.

Jesus Christ. Isn't this
thrilling?

Unmask yourselves, trespassers.
Show your mortal facades.

Well, I am the ghost
of Christmas past,

and he's the ghost
of Christmas future.

That's funny. I don't remember
inviting anyone from Dickens.

Well--

Ann Woodward.

Well, well,
and this must be your son.

Yes.

Jimmy.
Hi, Jimmy.

We thought
it would make you laugh.

And besides, I was practically
one of your Swans.

No, dear, never
a Swan. A peafowl at best.

Really, dear, do leave.
Don't do this to your boy.

Everyone knows.

Everyone here knows
your dirty little secret.

They're all whispering about it
behind your back.

My dirty little secret, Truman,
is that I still like you.

Aw.

I mean, it's been frosty
between us,

but we were friends once,
you know that.

And you always said that
I reminded you of your mother.

Would you kick your mother out
of a party like this?

My mother was kicked out
of parties like these.

That's why she was
miserable and cruel.

And that's why
she killed herself.

Goodbye, Ann.

Look, you know that there are
at least a dozen people
crashing here.

Yeah, of course there are.
But I like them.

You don't have to do this.

I came here tonight for him.

I-- I want him to be seen,
to-to get out and meet--
I don't want him to--

To be ostracized?

Because you shot
his father in the face?

Makes perfect sense to me.

What are they doing?

Are you filming me?

Why are you filming me?
Mom, please,

let's just go before people--
He can stay.

Guards,
show this murderess the door.

She told me we were invited.

You are like her.

You're a rotten criminal
and a lousy mother.

What you're doing
to us is so low,

so poisonous.

One day you will know
what this poison tastes like.

And remember,
"the only unforgivable sin
is deliberate cruelty."

You wrote that, didn't you?

Well, this is that.

This is that.

Mom.

Well, one did write that.

At least we know
she was paying attention.

Don't mind if I do.

Come on, darling.

Oh. What's gotten your knickers?

For fuck's sake.
Shut up. Just stop it.

No, I will not.
This is my party,

and you will not quiet me
into oblivion with your
usual smug superiority.

Oh, come on, guys.

Truman, honey, why don't you
drink some coffee? Okay?

We were just having fun.

It was vulgar is what it was.

All of you flapping about
like a school of diseased trout
on a Michigan deck,

which of course Jack does
so naturally with his
common chorus boy background.

"Oklahomo," where the winds
come sweeping down the plain.

- How dare you?
- It was boring in there.

People were fleeing
the party of the century
from fucking boredom.

It was a dull party,
and I was just trying to help.

Why don't we get some of that
delicious hash? Do you want to?

Do you want to get some hash?
Where's Johnny?

Fingering a coat-check girl,
I'm sure. As is his wont.

Hi, guys. This is a, uh,
private cocktail conversation.

Bullshit.

Nothing's private with you.

Can I just say, what a joy it is
to be included in this party.

The best thing
about being in Truman's orbit
are just the things like this,

the-the parties,
the beautiful people.

But the worst part is...

you actually have to pretend
to like him to get in.

Come on, we're friends.

Weren't you upset to be
passed over as guest of honor?
Tell the truth.

You know, it's always
refreshing to be reminded
of certain verities.

So no, I was not.

What verities?
You mean facts?

Fact.

We have a man,
a celebrated little man

trying to outdo himself
in a ballet called
"Dance of the Seven Trumans,"

wherein he spins himself
into butter for having made
so many declarations

to so many friends.

Best friends.

"Oh, you're my best friend in the world.
Of course.

Of course you're
the guest of honor, Babe.

I mean, Slim.
I mean, Lee. I mean..."

Et cetera.

And it's women always,

because he knows
that women are always
being betrayed in the world

and they are hungry
for that kind of intimacy.

Here's the fact.

Truman takes advantage
of this fear and aloneness.

He makes us into
his number one friend.

He makes himself out
to be our great protector,
but really, is he?

So we all fought, and some
of us Swans still think
that he's our best friend.

But here's the truth.

To be a woman is to be
very much out on a limb, alone.

So don't pretend that there is
such a thing as a best friend

because even your sister
will steal your man.

Hmm.

Make it higher.

What you're doing to us
is so low,

so poisonous.

One day you will know
what this poison tastes like.

And remember,
"the only unforgivable sin
is deliberate cruelty."

You wrote that, didn't you?

Well, this is that.

This is that.

Albert.

Yes.

Hi.

Hello.

Can I watch that
back again?

The whole thing?

The Ann Woodward scene, yes.

And th-then afterward, um...

...the Lee Radziwill interview
in Kenneth's salon.

Is that okay?

Charles, can you play
reel 25 again?

Thank you.

Unmask yourselves, trespassers.
Show your mortal facades.

So...

I don't think this idea
of a documentary recording
this time in my life works.

It's--

You see, in my opinion,
the material's better as a book.

Tru, we have some
extraordinary footage.

Now, are you worried about
how other people are reflected,
or yourself?

Ah, a bit of both.

But I'm itching to write it.

It needs to be written.

It needs words, not pictures.

It needs my clarity,
my process of distilling.

The endless jostling
that I'm witness to.

You can film it
but not describe it.

No, Tru.

You're not just witness, kid.

You're party to it.

It will make a good book.

You gave me a title and
for that I am forever grateful.

Did I?

Answered Prayers.

Answered Prayers.

Hmm.

Now, what is the purpose of
inviting a bunch of celebrities

if you're only gonna get them
to cover their faces?

I didn't know if you got
my invitation, Mother.

I mean, where to send it?

But here you are.

Why would I miss
the pinnacle of your existence?

Never miss an opportunity
to see or to be seen.

Hmm?

You're too ravishing for words.
I'm speechless.

Well, that is a first.

Isn't this great, Mama?

Well. Hmm.

The decor? Balloons?

No, but, Truman,
I am very proud.

Oh, you are?

Hmm.

Some of the women were upset
about Kay Graham being
the guest of honor,

but I had to.

They understand.

Shall we go be seen?

The truth is, there's
only one true guest of honor.

I don't know if I ever told you
this, Mama, but you--

You're my best friend.

Well, then do take
your best friend for a dance,
would you please?