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Previously on
Fellow Travelers...

- Who do you belong to?
- To Hawkins Fuller.

You miss the Senate beat.

Don't you know I'm supposed
to be the Jackie Robinson

of journalism?

We've begun
issuing summons

to those reported
or suspected of homosexuality.

I think the Army
needs to be investigated.

And when we do,
they won't dare to touch you.

We have unearthed
espionage activity

at the Army's Fort Monmouth
radar laboratories.

Has it occurred to you
that the three men leading

the Christian crusade
against communism

are all bachelors?

They've been saying
all sorts of things about me.

Nothing sticks.

The Senator
performed sodomy on me.

You need an AIDS test.

Okay. You can
roll up your sleeve now.

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Your coat, sir.

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Merry Christmas.

Ho, ho, ho!

Jesus Christ.

He came
out of nowhere.

- I couldn't do anything.
- Oh, my God.

Please, folks.
There's nothing you can do.

Stay back, everyone.

It wasn't my fault,
I swear.

We're talking
about a governor

who supports the far right
fascist Prop 64.

He's as passionate
about his left wing politics

as he was about McCarthy.

...AIDS patients
into quarantine or let us die.

Jerome. Hawk.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

...like last year.

Making his right-wing
voters happy.

They're worried these bills
will give legal sanction to...

He lives with us.
Former student.

Homeless when I met him.

You want a refill?

Oh, yeah, just diet soda.

I'm more or less sober.

Ain't that like being
more or less pregnant?

- Come on.
- Which is neither.

They're just
the louder voice.

How are things
going over there?

No, his sister gave me
my marching orders.

He needs to rest,
but he thinks

he's leading a revolution.

Thanks.

Tim says you got tested.

- Did you hear?
- Not yet.

I'm not worried.

That bullshit
doesn't work anymore.

Go fuck yourself, my friend.

Watch your fucking language
in my house.

Baby, I need you to run out
and grab another 12 pack.

Everyone is staying to watch
that bitch on 60 Minutes.

Our old friend,
Roy Cohn.

Mmm.

Love you, baby.

You're a changed man.

Jealous?

I'll go grab us
some more beers.

...the conservatives
being as loud as they are.

Justifying
every hateful thing they do

with the fucking Bible.

- Sorry.
- Someone needs to be louder.

Someone who is
on the right side of things.

Someone
should go in there

- and get in old George's ear.
- Oh, I'd be glad to.

Called the governor's
office a dozen times.

But can we get in
to actually see someone,

his chief of staff?

If he makes the appointment,
we can.

What appointment am I making?

We're going
to talk about it later.

We should draw up
a list of demands.

Impetuous youth.

Minorities
are the largest group

affected by AIDS.

Right.

Yeah, I feel great.

I'm in total remission.

Liar.

Are you dying of AIDS?

Well, no,

- I do not have AIDS.
- Come on.

You know why people ask?

Sure. Of course.

They wanna know
if you are a homosexual.

Anybody who knows me,
the way my mind works,

would have an awfully
hard time reconciling that

with any kind of
homosexuality.

In other words,
every facet of my personality,

my aggressiveness,
my toughness,

is totally incompatible
with anything homosexual.

* Christmas music

That's a festive
sweater, Miss Addison.

Thank you, Mr. Fuller.

* suspenseful music

Come in.

Mr. Fuller,
may I have a word

about this
afternoon's meeting?

Please.

Did you find it?
I put it in your desk.

Looks like I finally have
a date with Mr. Right.

Or should I say
Mr. Right-Wing?

Did Miss Addison see it?

She hadn't come in yet.

Do you think Morton knows?

No. The boss is always
the last to know.

And they only tell them

if the subject is recommended
for separation.

- When's the interview?
- Tomorrow.

They don't waste time,
do they?

Better get back out there.

Miss Johnson.

I appreciate what you did.

Chalk it up
to the Christmas spirit.

They'll be watching you.

- Be careful.
- Yeah.

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Mr. Morton to see you.

- Fuller.
- Sir.

About your report into the
Fort Monmouth investigation,

my position hasn't changed.

With all due respect, sir,

McCarthy and Cohn
have crossed a line.

What, going after engineers

doing honorable work
for our nation's military?

I don't disagree with you,

but the department
can't afford

to draw fire from McCarthy.

Not with the M Unit
cleaning house.

We're understaffed,
morale is low.

That's exactly why we need

to exert our position
with more force.

We're under attack.

Don't rock the boat, Fuller.

You're doing well.

I see a foreign posting
in your future.

Look, my car is waiting.

Change your mind
about tonight.

- Well...
- Just a little holiday soiree.

Just bureau heads
and their wives,

if they have them.

Actually, sir,
my schedule just cleared up.

- I can make it after all.
- Terrific.

You know,
Edna will be delighted.

I'm looking forward to it.

* suspenseful music

***

- Hello.
- Hello, Helen.

Is Lucy home?

Congratulations
on your nuptials, Joe.

I'm sure Jean will
make you very happy.

She will.
I just didn't understand

that once you're married,
they're always around.

Stick around, son.

Keep the libations flowing.

'Tis the season.

You can trust him, fellas.
A good Catholic boy.

Joe,
I got word last night

of a memo being prepared
at the Pentagon by John Adams,

Army's legal counsel,

detailing all of
Cohn's badgering

on behalf of David Schine.

Ever since
Schine was drafted,

Cohn has been demanding
weekends off,

reduced basic training,
even custom-made boots.

There are
details in this memo

that are disturbing,
scandalous.

There are rumors of
these two men being fairies.

There is
a simple solution,

fire Roy.

Save yourself,
save your cause.

If you don't
fire him, Joe,

this whole thing's going
to have to be investigated,

maybe even in front
of television cameras.

You know, Roy graduated
law school at 20,

sent two atomic spies
to the electric chair at 25.

He's smarter
and more useful

than any dozen of you
senators put together.

The Army is pushing back

on our investigations
at Fort Monmouth.

The place is loaded
with commies and queers,

and they don't
want it exposed.

You're telling me to let them
protect spies in their ranks?

What do you think, son?

I don't know, sir.

Only...

Go on. Don't be shy.

If Mr. Cohn was truly
dedicated to your cause,

shouldn't he put aside
any personal issue

to protect it?

He should.

And he will.

Or face the consequences.

Set up a meeting with Adams
this week in New York.

I'm taking the missus
to see Oklahoma!

You're coming.

* Dig that crazy Santa Claus

* With his red suit on...

I need
another weekend pass.

Don't we have
enough trouble to deal with?

The press is having
a field day with your boots.

Yeah, well, the Army
doesn't make my size.

Tell that to
The New York Times.

Dave, this is serious.

They're threatening
to send you overseas.

Send me where?

Germany, or Korea.

Hey, Private.
Nice boots.

Yeah, nice boots.

I won't survive
overseas, Roy.

There are senators working
to get me fired right now.

We have to be strategic.

If McCarthy kicks me off
the committee,

they could send you
to Siberia,

and I won't be able to do
a damn thing.

Like you didn't do
a damn thing

about me getting drafted.

We're trying to sort it out!

We're meeting with the
Army's lawyer in New York.

And what about
my weekend pass?

I'll try.

Do you have a date?

I... I did.

But, you know,
I can't stand the thought

of going to another
Christmas party.

Goy women are insatiable
this time of year.

But I'd rather
have a weekend in.

I'll come to New York,

I'll go to that meeting
with you.

And... And after,
we'll go back to the Waldorf.

You, me, brandy.

Eat when we want,
fart when we want.

Can't do that with women,

like you can
with a pal, right?

What do you say?

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Right this way.

Ah, Mr. Morton.

This is Miss Smith.

It's a pleasure.

All mine, my dear.

Come, join the party
in the dining room.

- It's a buffet tonight.
- Ah.

Um, Edna will set you up.

Edna will set us up.

It's my first time
in the boss's house.

What do you think?

Oh, here's a fellow
you need to meet.

Mr. McLeod?

Fuller. Senate Affairs.

Yes, of course.

May I introduce
the stunning Miss Smith?

You certainly may.

Scott McLeod.
How do you do?

- Very well. Thank you.
- Mmm.

Mr. McLeod's
our head of security.

He works night and day
to purify Foggy Bottom.

Just doing my duty.

Your Senator Smith's
daughter?

- That's right.
- Yes, your father's

quite the provocateur.

Seems to take great pleasure
in being a thorn

in Senator McCarthy's side.

Mr. McLeod has
a signed portrait of McCarthy

hanging on the wall
of his office.

- So I hear.
- Oh, it's true.

He's a personal hero of mine.

People say there'd be
no McLeod without McCarthy.

Ah. They'd be right.

My father is not afraid
to speak his mind

in defense of his country.

Well, like your father,
I do what I can

to defend my country.

- Mmm.
- Pardon me. Morton.

- I'll see you at dinner.
- Ah. Yes.

What an insufferable prig.

Get ready.

You're about to have dinner
with several of the same.

Be careful.
I might get used to this.

Used to?

Walking into a room
on your arm.

I'm really impressed
by your work, Mr. Gaines,

especially the piece
that won you

the Newspaper Guild Award.

Shocking, the way you were
turned away from that club.

It's a fine piece of writing.

Just tried to tell the truth.

You exposed
DC's desegregation laws

for the sham they are.

Are you happy
at The Courier?

I'm proud to have my work
published by a Black paper.

With your talents, you could
have a larger audience,

a better salary.

Well, I'll get right to it.

I'd like to offer you

a temporary desk
here at The Post.

Call it a trial run.

That's a very
intriguing offer.

Well, pitch me some leads.
We'll take it from there.

A, uh, Negro writer writing
about the Negro experience.

There's more than one.

Different Negroes have
different experiences.

Uh-huh.

We're interested
in breaking barriers here.

I mean, at least
some of us are.

Some? Are you
expecting problems?

No, not really.

But, well, as you're getting
situated, it might be best

if you avoided the
newsroom's facilities for now.

Uh, there's a smaller bathroom
on the fourth floor.

It'll give you more privacy.

I'm embarrassed
to even bring it up.

* ominous music

Mr. Fuller.

Right on time.

Fred Traband.

Special agent
in charge of investigations.

Pleased to meet you.

We believe we have reason

to ask you
a series of questions.

What reason?

We're not at liberty to say.

Are you at liberty to say
who gave you this reason?

That is also confidential.
Please have a seat.

And let me be frank,

eighty percent
of these sessions

end with the admission

of at least one prescribed
behavior by the interviewee.

Our batting average is now
one resignation per day.

Well, your efforts
have not been in vain.

How long have you worked
at State?

Since '48.

That's four years
and ten months.

Would you like
the number of days as well?

What is your marital status?

Single.

But there is a special lady
in the picture.

She and Mr. McLeod
have met, actually.

Mr. Fuller, please get up
and walk across the room.

Please return to your seat.

The second to last
paragraph on the page.

Read it aloud.

"Philip opened
a large cupboard

filled with dresses.

And stepping in,
took as many of them

as he could in his arms
and buried his face in them.

They smelt
of the sent his mother..."

That's all for today.

How'd I do?

- I'm not--
- At liberty to say. Got it.

The gentleman
who left the unit last week,

he stepped
in front of a truck.

That must affect someone
in your position.

Unfortunately,
we're seeing an average

of one suicide per week.

You ever worry that someone
might kill you instead?

One moment.

You'll have to return tomorrow
for a polygraph.

No,
that won't be necessary.

Just speak to Mr. McLeod.

When we believe
a polygraph is required,

cooperation is mandatory.

We're trying
to clear the backlog

before the holidays.

Can you come back tomorrow
after hours?

Sure.

Pardon me.

Pardon me.

All right, all right.
I know everyone

wants to get back to the
festivities, so I'll be brief.

On behalf of Mr. Morton
and the entire Bureau,

I'd like to thank all of you
for another brilliant year.

May your spouses be merry

and may your hearts
be filled with joy.

Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.
- Cheers. Hear, hear.

How'd it go?

If that nonsense
is a test of manhood,

my mother could pass it.

There's a second part.
Polygraph.

Oh, dear.
I was afraid of that.

- Did Caroline...
- Yes.

They're going
to ask you questions

about your private activities
in detail.

I hope they've scheduled
several hours for that.

I thought you were
taking this seriously.

I am.

You take nothing seriously.

You're all wrong
for him, Fuller.

He is deeply sincere,
and you're going to hurt him.

I know who you're
talking about.

The boy who gave
Mr. Fuller that book?

Yeah, I saw
what he wrote inside.

"Mr. Fuller,

thank you for everything.

You're wonderful."

You reported him.

You're right, Miss Addison.

I am wonderful.

So why don't you
just suffer?

Merry Christmas.

Maggie said we have
to keep your weight up.

- Pasta.
- What else?

Peanut butter.

- They didn't have crunchy?
- No, I looked.

You said you know someone
connected to the governor.

Dave Holm.
He's a Republican fundraiser.

Okay, how well
do you know him?

Not well.

- You know, he's...
- What, he's straight?

The way that you're straight?

You can't smoke in here.

I know, I know.

What do you want, Tim?

Call your friend.

Ask him.

Convince him
to set up a meeting

with the governor's
chief of staff.

- And why am I doing this?
- To introduce me.

There is an AIDS
anti-discrimination bill

sitting on the
governor's desk.

I need to convince him
to sign it.

We've been waiting
for this meeting for weeks.

They're ignoring us.
They can't ignore you.

Of course they can.

Come on.
You gonna eat something?

I'm not hungry.

Well, I told Maggie
I would make sure you eat.

Stop playing
the compassionate nurse.

It doesn't suit you.

I certainly know what
it's like to lose someone.

Of course you do.

That was
a stupid thing to say.

You suffered
a tremendous loss.

How is Lucy?

She's managing.

We've been managing
for seven years now,

but it never really
feels managed.

Skippy, I can't
make that call.

Why not?

Wait.

You think that by walking
into that office with me,

you'll be coming out.

Guilt by association.

I am married.

I have a family, grandkids.

I have a right
to protect them.

And I have a right
not to die!

- You're not dying.
- Oh, so you're a doctor now?

- Jesus Christ.
- Where are you going?

Out. I need a drink.

I thought you were sober.

I am, between drinks.

You know,
the bathhouses are closed.

Goddamn it.

I'm sure you can find
a backroom still operating!

Oh, fuck you.

In view of the fact
that the Rosenbergs

were executed
for the same crime

of which you are
obviously guilty,

can you see any reason

why you should not meet
the same fate that they did?

May I say, sir, it's my duty
to obey my military superiors.

They forbid me to give you
the classified information.

You are hiding
behind that claim

in order to protect
and cover up information

that this committee needs.

With all due respect,
Mr. Chairman,

these attacks
on loyal soldiers

at Fort Monmouth
are an insult

to every man
and woman in uniform.

Senator Smith,
are we in the business

of exposing communists
or protecting them?

My record
speaks for itself,

Senator McCarthy.

Merry Christmas.

Very elegant.

I can return it.
I got the receipt.

I like it, Skippy.
I like it.

Here.

Oh, what's this?

- There's something...
- What?

Just right there.
There's a little...

Oh, no. Oh!

- I love it.
- Do you?

Yes.
Yeah, I do.

I got something
for you in here.

Oh, careful.

Careful.
Don't leave a mark.

Ah, are you worried what
Grandma Laughlin will think?

No, Senator McCarthy.

I shouldn't
have told you that.

I can't tell you.

You want me to go?

Why don't you tell me the part
that I'll find out anyway?

There's a meeting
in New York.

It's McCarthy, Cohn
and John Adams.

Adams?
The Army's lawyer?

Not Schine?

No, they didn't want him,
but he insisted on coming.

And Jean and I are
supposed to be stationed

at the door to keep him
out of the meeting.

Because the meeting's
about Schine.

All the favors Roy's been
asking on his behalf.

The Army brass is fed up.

And McCarthy's getting
pressured to fire Roy.

- Is that it?
- No, no, no.

I've said too much.

And you'll be there.

My boy's coming up
in the world.

Speaking of coming up.

I shouldn't have told you
about the meeting.

Why can I never
say no to you?

I'm irresistible.

Come here.

No.

It's your turn tonight.

* pensive music

I wish we could spend
Christmas together

in New York.

I know that's
just a fantasy.

What would we do?

If we could.

Hmm.

I wanna see the Rockettes
at the Radio City Music Hall.

- What?
- That's... sweet.

* pensive music

Be right back.

***

Merry Christmas.

It's for you.

It's, uh...

***

Hawk.

I can't.

Sure you can.

I can't bear
being this happy.

Oh, that's sweet.

Before you go,
I need a favor.

Give this
to Schine tomorrow.

No one else.

What is it?

I can't tell you.

At least tell me,

will it hurt anyone?

It might stop innocent people
from getting hurt.

Come on. I'll see you out.

Will I see you again?

* pensive music

***

***

What was that for?

So you'll remember me.

Come on.

Hello.

- Hello.
- Is my husband there?

I'm sorry.
It's Lucy Fuller.

Hawk gave me your number.

He went out to the drug store.

Can I have him call you back?

Please. It's not urgent.

Okay.

Uh, thanks for letting him
stay a few days.

I don't know if I "let" him.

He said he needed to be there
until your sister comes back.

I didn't really have a choice.

How are you?

Getting by.

How are you?

Getting by.

I'll tell him you called.

Thanks.

* Na, na, na, na, na

* Na, na, na, na, na

* Na, na, na, na, na

* I know
nobody ever taught you *

* How to dance like that

* Nobody ever taught you
how to dance like that *

* Nobody ever taught you
how to dance like that *

* Nobody ever taught me
how to dance like that *

* Heartache, too late
And I gotta get up *

* Heartache, too late
and I gotta get up *

* Heartache, too late
and I gotta get up *

* I know

* Heartache, too late
and I gotta get up *

* Heartache, too late
and I gotta get up *

* Heartache, too late
and I gotta get up *

* I know

* I been workin'
25 hours a day *

* Five-and-a-half weeks
with one day off *

* Stop the train

* I'm getting off
Getting off *

* Getting off, getting off

* Getting off, getting off
* Getting off...

* Heartache
* Getting off, getting off

* Heartache
* Getting off...

Get off me!

* Heartache, too late
and I gotta get up *

* Heartache, too late
and I gotta get up *

* Heartache, too late
and I gotta get up *

* I know

* suspenseful music

Merry Christmas, Tim.

I got him to sign it for you.

Thanks. It's very kind.

This spat with the Army
has to end tonight.

We can't allow it
to derail the committee.

Take this into Joe
and linger.

Be my eyes and ears.

It's a boys' club tonight,
and you're a boy.

All right.

I'll keep my eye out
for David.

Keep him out of there
if I can.

As general counsel
for the Army,

I have to protest
the extravagant pressure

brought on by Mr. Cohn

to make Private Schine's life
in the service a holiday.

I think we can
all agree that Mr. Schine

is equally valuable
to both parties.

Precisely why
his important work

on our committee
can't be interrupted.

Mrs. McCarthy thought
you might need this, sir.

Thank you, son.

He would be valuable
to the Army

if he were present
on base half the time.

Subcommittee's been up to
our eyes since Fort Monmouth.

Indeed. And we provided
Mr. Schine

with a private room to write
his subcommittee reports.

A room he has yet
to set foot in

because Mr. Cohn called
to inform us it was vital

he work out
of a penthouse in Manhattan.

A penthouse in which
he apparently spends

a lot of time with Mr. Cohn.

We know what's
really happening here.

The Army is holding
Mr. Schine hostage

to pressure us into
dropping our investigation

into subversives
at Fort Monmouth.

That's absurd.

Senator McCarthy,
are you aware

that you could be brought up
on charges

for using
the influence of your office

to gain special privileges
for a uniformed soldier?

No more requests
will be made by Mr. Cohn.

Right, Roy?

Certainly.

Unless the Army intends
to ship him overseas.

Private Schine
is a patriot above all else.

He will go
wherever he needs to go.

Right, Roy?

If the Army intends
to station him anywhere

that's not within driving
distance to Washington,

I'll wreck the goddamn Army.

Joe, he has got to go.

What are you
lurking there for?

You're treading
dangerous water, Senator.

Fort Monmouth
is overflowing

with security risks.

Who are you protecting?

Mr. Fuller,
were you sent overseas

to serve in the
United States Army in 1943?

Yes.

In which country
were you stationed?

Italy.

Have you ever
attended meetings affiliated

with the Communist Party
of the Soviet Union?

No.

Have you ever frequented
a Washington DC establishment

called the Chicken Hut,

at the corner
of H Street and 17th?

No.

Have you ever been present at
a Washington DC establishment

called the Cozy Corner
in Midcity?

* ominous music

No.

Have you ever had
inappropriate physical contact

with a male foreign national

either in the United States
or while abroad?

No.

Have you ever engaged
in sodomy?

Or oral genital contact
with another male?

No.

Have you ever
given or received

presents of a romantic nature
to or from another man?

Shall I repeat the question?

No.

And the answer is no.

Have you ever
considered yourself

to be in love
with another male?

Oh, yeah. Oh.

Answer the question.

No.

Are you in love?

Don't be shy.

Not at the moment.

A love for God
is purer than romance.

But don't you think sometimes
the love for another person

can take on a godly quality?

That's true.

I believe my marriage to Joe
is ordained by God.

What saddens me
are the people

trying to stab my husband
in the back.

What happens if they win?

Can you imagine
a world without God?

I can't.

I just wish people
didn't have to get hurt.

Who's getting hurt?
Commies and deviants.

Clerks, janitors, engineers.

People are taking
their own lives.

Timothy.

Senator McCarthy
is our only hope.

His enemies
are God's enemies.

Let them die.
That's how we win.

David's here.

You're late.

The stupid driver got lost.

Where's Roy?

This meeting is over.

You'll be sorry,
Mr. Adams.

- What happened?
- They're idiots.

- Idiots.
- Joe.

You can't blackmail me.

We're not going to back down.

- Roy, what happened?
- Joe, what's going on?

You're facing
an investigation.

- Roy.
- Get out of my way!

Roy, tell me
what's going on.

Bartender, whiskey,
neat, quick.

Joe, what happened?

- Army's bringing charges.
- Charges against who?

Me and Roy,
using the power of our office.

Eisenhower's behind
the whole thing.

I could end up
censured or expelled.

Bartender!

Who conducts
the investigation?

The Senate Subcommittee
on Investigations.

My committee.

You've got to get rid

of that little Jew
and his pervert friend.

You cut them free
and let them twist in the wind

before it's too late.

Come on, David.
Let's go.

Mr. Schine?

This came into the office
for you yesterday.

It says confidential.

For God's sake, get in!

* ominous music

How'd I do?

We're not
supposed to say.

Ah, what the hell?
It's Christmas.

Clean as a whistle.

Happy holidays.

Open it.

Oh, your cufflinks.

They're beautiful.

Let me see the other one.

"H" and "F".

What's it stand for?

Fordham, my alma mater,
and history, my major.

You have
to keep them closed.

- They're closed.
- They're really closed?

- Yes, they're really closed.
- All right.

No peeking.

Okay, you can open 'em.

Hawk.

My goodness!

Hawk, it's stunning.

May I?

Yes, please.

Merry Christmas, Hawkins.

Spending the holiday
with your family?

Oh, I forgot.
You don't have one.

That's why
you're always here.

Leonard, don't you think
you should slow down?

Ah, contraire, dear sister.

I'm just getting started.

He's so unhappy,
and no one knows why.

* Santa baby, just slip
a sable under the tree *

* For me

* Been an awful good girl

* Santa baby

* So hurry down
the chimney tonight *

* Santa baby

* A '54 convertible, too

- * Light blue
- * Oh

* I'll wait up
for you, dear *

* Santa baby

* So hurry down
the chimney tonight *

* I really do
believe in you *

* So let's see
if you believe in me *

- * Santa baby
- * Yes

* Forgot to mention
one little thing *

- * A ring
- * A ring

* And I don't mean
on the phone *

* Santa baby

* So hurry down the chimney

* Tonight

Congratulations.

Congratulations on your job
at The Post.

Ah, still auditioning

until they feel
comfortable enough

with the idea that I could
pass as one of them.

Your drink.

Or use the same restroom.

Christ.

Hey.

To success.

At least
the appearance of it.

I'm curious.

When the interrogator
asked you those questions,

how did you block out
the memories?

Keep your mind blank?

See, it occurred to me
you don't pass with the truth.

You pass
with the absence of guilt.

Guilt cranks the machine.

And I felt none.

"Let us have a dagger
between our teeth,

a bomb in our hand

and infinite scorn
in our hearts."

- Who said that?
- Mussolini.

Shit.

Did they ask you
if you ever loved another man?

They did.

And did you think
about Tim?

- For a second.
- And you passed.

Clean as a whistle.

So you're celebrating
because you don't love Tim?

Or because
you're such a damn good liar?

* pensive music

I'm not celebrating.

McCarthy is gonna fire me
to save his skin.

He can't fire me.

I'm a Jew.

If he fires me,

everyone's going to think
he's a Jew hater.

Roy.

He probably
is a Jew hater.

They're all Jew haters
until they need us.

You need to look at this.

What?

* suspenseful music

Oh, I'll be damned.

Uh, what does it mean?

It means this is a time
of nachas, Dave.

A time of nachas indeed.

That stupid,
alcoholic fat Mick

isn't gonna fire Roy Cohn,

and Gerard David Schine
is not goin' to Korea.

Oh.
Kick off your shoes

and crack open
the brandy, Dave.

We're not going anywhere.

I am baking you

a sweet potato pie
for Christmas.

On the hot plate?

Downstairs,
in the bar kitchen.

You know, I have to spend
Christmas Day with the folks.

They'll want to hear
all about the new job.

Will your old girlfriend
be there?

I knew I shouldn't have
told you about her.

I don't really mind.

It's exciting.

What?

Thinking of you...

with a woman.

Merry Christmas, Santa baby.

* The jingle bells
are jingling *

* The streets
are white with snow *

* The happy crowds
are mingling *

* But there's no one
that I know... *

We give
Thee thanks, Almighty God,

for these and all the gifts

which we have received
from your bounty.

* I guess I've got
the Christmas blues *

* I've done
my window shopping *

Amen.

* There's not a store
I've missed *

* But what's
the use of stopping *

* When there's no one
on your list *

* You'll know
the way I'm feeling *

* When you love and you lose

* I guess I've got...

Hey, Skippy.

Skip?

Tim!

Oh, Christ.

Hey, Tim.

Skippy, I'm sorry
about earlier, okay?

Listen.

I'll call my friend and ask
for that meeting you want.

I can't guarantee
anything, but...

Skippy?

Skip.

* pensive music

Hello?

Mr. Fuller. I...

Where's Tim?

The hospital.

It's lucky. We were here
when it happened.

And Frankie went with him
in the ambulance and...

What happened?

He had a seizure.

It's bad.

* upbeat remix
of "Silent Night" *