All language subtitles for The People vs Larry Flynt 1996 REMASTERED 1080p BluRay HEVC x265 5.1 BONE

(Ma) Larry!

Jimmy!

(Groans)

That's very good. Good.

- How much is it?
- Two dollars.

There's one.

There's two.

Thank you.

- It's locked.
- He's in there again.

Pa!

What are you doin' in there?
Open up this door.

You better not be doin'
what I think you're doin'!

Hey!

I told ya, I make that for peddling,
not for you to drink.

Hey, you... you show some respect.

(Grunts)

Larry! Jimmy!

Y'all get over to the house.
Supper's ready.

(Gunshot)

Why'd you hit him?

He was drinking my profits.

You can't be so ornery.
People'll think you're crazy.

Nah. I'm just trying
to make an honest buck.

(♪ Faron Young's "Hello Walls"
playing)

♪ Hello, walls

♪ How'd things go for you today?

♪ Don't you miss her

♪ Since she upped and walked away?

♪ And I'll bet you dread to spend

♪ Another lonely night with me

♪ But, lonely walls, I'll keep you... ♪

- Hey, Larry.
- Oh, I'll call you back, Mama.

Give a big, big hand to llanis
from Ottawa, Tennessee.

(Scattered clapping)

Thank you, Jimmy.

You know, I don't know if you feel
the way I do right now,

but we deliver the finest ladies
in southern Ohio, don't you think?

Thank you.

And now, please give
a warm, warm welcome to...

...Kimberly and Melissa.

They're all the way here
from Paris and London, Kentucky.

(♪ Faron Young's "Country Girl"
playing)

So, how are we doing?

Bad.

What do you mean, "bad"?

- I mean we're broke.
- How can we be broke, Larry?

Well, you know, these giveaways
are killing us.

The limousine... the smorgasbord
was a stupid idea,

and then, all your-your buddies
are coming in here every night

and drinking for free.

You don't have
to bring my friends into this.

Oh! Hey, ladies.

- Hey, Larry, we're ready to go.
- You put forth some hard work.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, llanis, I'll be by in about an hour
and I'll bring the ping pong balls.

Hey, Leticia...
I'll see you in two hours.

Hey, Leticia, I liked the way
you blew that candle out tonight.

(Women giggle)

Hey, now there's the secret
right there.

If we could just somehow let people
know what great lays these girls are,

we'd have something.

Larry, you can't advertise that.

(Sighs) I know you can't, but...
Jimmy.

Oh-oh, ooh. Mister, what kind
of business is this?

Well, now, I run
the... Hustler go-go clubs.

- I'm sure you've heard of 'em.
- Mmm, no.

Yeah, well, see now,
that's why I need a newsletter.

I figured we'd run
maybe eight, ten pages per issue.

With nothing
but nudie pictures?

Yeah, on this... this... nice
smooth paper, like this.

- That's called slick.
- Slick, yeah.

But I could get in trouble
printing these.

- Why?
- Because there are laws.

You gotta have some sort of text,
like "Playboy" does.

(Protesters) God will punish
the sinner!

God will punish the sinner!
God will punish the sinner!

Thank you all for coming
to my establishment,

and keep in mind,
we welcome Christians in here, too.

Thank you.

(♪ Porter Wagoner's
"A Satisfied Mind" playing)

♪ How many times have you
heard someone say

♪ "If I had his money,
I could do things my way"? ♪

- What do you think?
- Well, how much did it cost?

Would you forget the money
for one second?

What do you think?

Well, what I think
depends on how much it cost.

Look, there it is,
the first "Hustler" newsletter.

It's all for the man on the go,
man about town.

Here it is, news service.

Larry, it's a magazine,
not a newsletter.

How are you
gonna pay for that?

Don't interrupt me
when I'm talking, OK?

Alright, let's hear it for Camille.
You were wonderful, Camille.

Let's welcome to the stage
right now, gentlemen,

Calamity Jane,
from Moscow, Texas.

Let's hear it for her.

(♪ The McCoys's "Hang On Sloppy"
playing)

♪ Hang on, Sloopy,
Sloopy, hang on

♪ Hang on, Sloopy,
Sloopy, hang on

♪ Sloopy lives
in a very bad part of town

♪ And everybody, yeah,
tries to put my Sloopy down

♪ Sloopy, I don't care
what your daddy do...

Who is that?

That's the new girl.

She's got the moves,
don't she?

♪ And so I say now,
hang on, Sloopy...

She ain't bad.

- She ain't legal either.
- Oh, yes, she is legal. I saw her ID.

Look, you stupid brier-hopper,
my dog could get an ID

from my goat.

Hey... listen.

When she gets done up there,
send her on up to my office.

♪ Sloopy, let your hair down, girl

♪ Let it hang down on me ♪

What... what's your name?

Jane.

- Jane?
- Mmm.

We have a policy in this club.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, oh, yeah.

OK. And?

Well, trouble is,
I have a sneaking suspicion

that you're not, uh... of age.

(Althea laughs)

This, you know, this could
cost me my liquor license.

I could have... I could have to
close up shop and fire a lot of people.

I'll tell you something.

- Please.
- Yeah, well, see this?

See that? That?

I am this far, one second,
one millimeter,

one second from being legal.

So, I'm gonna have to ask you
to come back

when you're...
when that centimeter's up.

Well, that would be
tomorrow morning then.

I like the way you dance.
I mean, don't get me wrong.

(Althea scoffs) What's that?

Oh, just a little something
I got from down home.

You're a classy guy.
I've heard about you.

This is moonshine.

Is that what this is,
moonshine, right?

It's OK.
It's just from potatoes.

What's it gonna do to me?

Go ahead. It's fine, natural.

But step away from the desk,
will you?

- (Larry chuckles)
- That's like fire.

- Sorry I made a mess.
- It's OK.

Um... can I ask you a question?

Shoot.

I've heard this story that...
you've slept with every single girl

in every one of your clubs,
sort of a pre-requisite.

I'm just wondering
if that's true or not.

Well, you know, it ain't entirely untrue,
if that's what you mean.

I'm just curious
why you haven't taken a stab at me.

- I just met you five minutes ago.
- (Althea laughs)

Oh, I think it was six.

Tick, tick, tick...

Tick, tick...

(Althea) Oh!

(Larry panting)

(Larry) Oh. Oh, jeez.

- Come on, one more time.
- One more time?

Come on, Althea,
even Superman has his limits.

That's the problem
with you, you know, men.

You know?
Your batteries run out.

Because we women,
our batteries never run out.

We can go on and on and on.

Well, then, go fuck a woman.

(Althea chuckles)
"Then go fuck a woman."

I do fuck women.

Excuse me?

You are not the only person
in this club

to have had every single woman
in this club.

So, after one night,
she's moving in with ya?

Well, you know, this girl, she had it
rough, grew up in an orphanage.

Hey. Hey, buddy.
Hey!

Are you that guy
in that little sex paper?

Could be.

I love the pictures.
How do I subscribe?

Well, where'd you come upon
the newsletter?

Oh, found it in a bathroom
in a gas station.

Came in pretty handy.

Well, I'm glad
we helped you out,

but, you know,
it ain't for subscription.

- This guy's...
- (TV) 'In game one...

Y'all want some chips?
Chips?

Oh, look at her tits.
They're nice.

They're nice tits,
but they don't look real.

(Althea laughs)

I don't understand
this magazine, you know...

- Look at her butt.
- Fuzzy pictures, articles by...

I don't know what the hell
they're talking about.

You guys read "Playboy"?

- Well, yeah.
- Sure.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

Did you...
Excuse me, baby.

Did you enjoy
this month's article

on how to hook up
your quadraphonic stereo system?

- I think I missed that one.
- Mm-hmm.

And did you follow their advice
on how to make a perfect Martini?

Hey, Larry, come on, man,
move Over.

Who is this magazine for anyway?

I mean, you know, if... it's like,
if you don't make 20,000-plus a year,

you don't jerk off.

Seven million people buying it
and nobody's reading it.

Gentlemen, "Playboy" is mocking you.

Yeah, give me a jelly donut,
will you?

Yeah, I got your jelly.

How many pages
do we have right now exactly?

We have 105.

- That's no good.
- Why not?

106 is good, 104, that's good.
105...

What, you connected
with these numbers?

No, it's gotta be an even number.

Because, like, a paper
has got two sides, right?

That's two,
it's multiples of two.

No, no, a page has four.

- Four. It's like four.
- What do you mean, four?

It's one, two, three, four.
You fold it, put the staple.

- It's not even an even number.
- That's right.

We'll get it figured out.
We'll ask... Larry.

What the hell's he doing?

Babe, let me see that flower
in your left hand.

No, not that one.
Your other left hand.

- Yeah, that's it.
- What? Hey, hey, hey.

Look, you know, we're not running
a flower shop here, OK?

We're selling the girl,
so stop fussing around

with the props and the pillows
and the flowers,

and just shoot the girl, OK?

OK, now, let's go
for that leg thing here.

Let's recline a little? Yeah.

Let's see you open up 'em legs
a little bit. That's right.

Now, give me a little wider
than that. That's it.

Now, give me a little wider...
a little wider.

Just another little touch wider.

No, baby, not quite that wide.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

No, that... get back to that.
That's exactly what we want.

Here. OK, that's perfect.

Leave it right there.
That's what you want.

A woman's vagina
has as much personality as her face.

But you can't show the genitalia.

Why not?

Well... Larry, Rudy's right.

You can't show, legally,
you can't show the vagina.

Hey, shut up, Jimmy.
Rudy, are you a religious man?

- Yeah.
- OK.

- You believe God created man?
- Yeah.

God created woman.

Yeah...

Well, then surely the same God
created her vagina,

and who are you to defy God?
Just shoot her.

Jesus Christ.

Where is she?

♪ Althea ♪

Hey, baby. Hey!

Happy birthday, baby,

and I have a heart
for my heart.

Oh, Larry, that's beautiful.

What's wrong?

The distributor called

and, unfortunately, we've had
only a 25% sell-through.

Somebody wanna translate that
for me?

Well, what that means

is that they're sending back
150,000 copies.

That's what it means.

Shit!

You're just a stupid,
dumb brier-hopper.

What made you think you could
pull this off anyway, Larry?

At least he has balls, Jimmy.

Yeah, well, what he needs
is brains.

Oh, God, Einstein's speaking!
I'm so impressed.

So, one more issue
and we're wiped out.

Yeah.

Larry, you said yourself,
it's not so bad to be poor.

Hey, fuck you, Althea.
You go be poor, OK?

Fuck me?

I believe you're the one that got us
into this debt in the first place.

Listen, you think just cos
it's your birthday

that you can be a bitch?

Yeah, and I think I'm 50 feet tall
and you have a needle dick, OK?

(Groans)

Don't ever hit me
like that again.

Don't talk to me like that.
Don't hit me like that again.

I'll go back. I'll go back
and I'll eat dog food, OK?

I'll eat dog food.

You know, take this,
because I don't own this anymore.

I don't have one.
Throw it out in the street.

(Phone buzzes)

(Secretary) 'Mr. Flynt, we have a guy
on the phone from Italy.

'He claims he has
naked pictures of Jackie O.'

Put him through.

Yeah, hello?
You the photographer?

- (Photographer) 'Right, yeah.'
- What do you got?

- 'Is this Mr. Flynt?'
- Yeah, this is Mr. Flynt.

'Listen, I was watching
that damn island for four months

'and then one day, man,
cabana door opens,

'and out comes Jackie O.
with nothing on.

'I mean, not a single stitch.'

- You're sure it's Jackie O.?
- 'Yeah, sure.'

And-and what do you see?

"You see absolutely everything.

"Trust me,
and she's a good one.

"This ain't no Mamie Eisenhower
or Lady Bird.'

Oh, my God. First pussy.

(TV) 'Everyone's talking
about local-boy-done-good...'

Hey, hey! Shh!
Arlo, move!

'...whose "Hustler" magazine
has reached national sales figures

'of an astonishing
two million copies.'

(Cheering)

- 'And in a stunning disclosure...'
- Dan, sit down. Move your ass!

'...has learned that Ohio Governor
Jim Rhodes himself

'was spotted at a newsstand

'buying a copy
of the infamous Jackie O. issue.

'l spoke to the Governor
earlier today...

- Move it!
- '...and he had this response.'

'l think everybody knows
that I've been a historical buff

'about First Ladies
for a long time.

- (Laughter)
- Shh!

'Are you saying you'd be interested
in nude photos of Martha Washington?"

'She's a little bit
before my time.'

- Arlo!
- Arlo!

'What about nude photos
of your wife?'

A teacher educates our children,
and they become model citizens.

The clergyman preaches
and we find spirituality.

My bank gives loans,
and homes get built.

But now there's a new,
darker influence in Cincinnati.

Mr. Leis, if you would?

(Clears throat)

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm gonna ask
that you review this material

very, very carefully,

because it's important
that you know

that I did not buy these
at a smut store.

These were not purchased
at a... dirty book shop.

I bought this
in a neighborhood grocery store

in full view of our children.

Oh, my gosh.

Ma'am, you cannot hide
from this.

Decent people
are being corrupted.

Why, just look what happened
to our fine governor.

As members of the Citizens
for Decent Literature,

we cannot relent.

We must prevent the destruction
of the soul of our country.

(Crowd applauding)

- Larry...
- Yeah?

- Take off your pants.
- What?

- Take off your pants.
- Why?

Because I've never fucked
a millionaire before.

Look at that.

(♪ "Star-Spangled Banner" playing)

(Cheering)

Happy birthday, America.

This is Larry's house?

- (Larry) Ma! Pal
- Must be it.

- My son!
- Hey, you came.

It's so big!

Larry, who are all these people?

Uh... well, these are my friends, Ma.

Oh, you have so many friends.

Lots of money, lots of friends.

- Oh, look at you.
- Hey, Arlo!

Hi.

Hey, you know how many rooms
I have here?

- No.
- No.

Twenty-four rooms. Do you know
who else has 24 rooms?

- The president?
- Hugh Hefner.

This is the best room
in the house.

I think you're gonna like it.

This is the best room
in the house, he said.

- (Woman panting)
- (Larry) Oh!

You know, there's a maid
still cleaning up in there.

Let me just say a word.

The maid's cleaning up in there.

Listen, my folks are here,

so just... move the girls
into the jacuzzi,

and I'll get with you later.

- Your folks are here?
- Oh...

(Whooping)

What in the world is that?

(8 KC And The Sunshine Band's
"I'm Your Boogie Man" blaring)

- Hey.
- Larry!

The party is just beginning.

She's nice... and she's frigid.

Have to see
what we can do about that.

A-one, two...

(♪ "I'm Your Boogie Man"
continues playing loudly)

- Larry?
- Yeah?

Do you ever think
about getting married?

Oh, God.

You know there's nothing
more certain

to ruin a beautiful relationship
than marriage.

As soon as you get that ring
around the finger, OK,

suddenly, you have
an ownership situation.

Prior to that, it's friendly.

You're kind to each other.

And I'll tell you somethin',
as much as I love you,

I want a variety
of different vagina, pussy.

- I'm a...
- What did we just do?

That's what I'm talking about.
Why are you bringing this up?

So, do you think
I'm talking about monogamy?

Do you think
that I'm talking about...

You're not talking
about monogamy?

No, of course not.

Larry, how could you
misunderstand me?

Well, see, I was wondering,
because I thought...

I don't wanna get married
and stop the way that we live.

The way that we live
is great.

Nothing would change.
My God.

Why? Why now?

Because I only wanna be
with you.

You're the only man
I wanna be with.

I want this ring on my finger

to tell me that you love me
above all other women.

- You want a ceremony?
- I wanna go to a church.

Yes. So, we'll pay the...

I wanna stand
in front of a preacher.

Pay the preacher on the way in,

and we'll get a cash check to me
from the lawyer on the way out.

You are my life.

You're my life.

- I'm here for...
- You're my life, too.

- ...the rest of my life.
- Right now, right here, my life.

I can't speak for 20 years
down the line.

- I can.
- You can?

- Yeah.
- Let me say somethin', alright?

- Oh, man.
- No, no, no.

- Just forget I brought it up.
- Listen to what...

- Larry, just forget I brought it up.
- Listen to what I'm saying.

Listen to what I'm saying, OK?
Listen to what I'm saying.

Would you marry me?

It's not funny, a joke like that.

I'm not joking.
Would you marry me?

Would you... would you
do me the honor

of becoming Mrs. Larry Flynt?

You're not fucking with me?
You mean it?

- No, I'm just kidding.
- You are?

- No, I'm serious. I'm serious.
- Don't.

(♪ The Czech Philharmonic Orchestra
plays "Rusalka's Polonaise")

- Whoal
- Whoa.

- She's got a dick.
- She taped this on.

She taped this on.
This is not real.

Who would wanna
see that anyway?

I do. I think it's genius.

(Larry) Look, it-it don't matter.

It's just like when people
slow down at a car crash

to take a peek, you know?
We're breaking taboos.

I've got an idea.
How about "The Wizard Of Oz"?

What do you mean?

OK, like, Dorothy is laying there,
in Kansas,

and there's the Tin Man
and the Scarecrow and, um...

- Who's the other one, Larry?
- The Lion.

The Lion! And they're all
gang-banging her,

and there's Toto, maybe, even.

Um... Althea, I think there's, you know,
some things are sacred.

Shut up.

Althea, that is the best damn idea
I ever heard.

(Miles) Yeah, it can work.

- Where can I find Larry Flynt?
- (Althea) Work it out. What is it?

Yeah, the Tin Man
could have a tin penis.

(Chester) No, no, he gotta have,
like, a funnel.

You know, he's gotta have...
And Toto, too.

Larry Claxton Flynt?
Larry Claxton Flynt!

- Yeah.
- Stand up, please, sir.

- Put your hands behind your back.
- What's this all about?

You're under arrest on charges
of pandering obscenity in Cincinnati

- and engaging in organized crime.
- Organized crime?

Sit down, lady.
You, too. Shut up.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be appointed for you
by the court.

Uh... Mr. Flynt?

You Larry Flynt?

- Who are you?
- Alan Isaacman.

I'm your lawyer. OK, I've gotten
the bail all taken care of,

so you don't have
to worry about that,

but I think we oughta talk
about the case

- when you've had a little rest.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Who hired you?

Your wife hired me.

- My wife?
- Yeah.

Are you doing her?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Am I... am I what?

Nah, I'm just kiddin'.
I like you.

Give me a call after you
get out of law school.

Oh, no, I'm out of law school.

- What are you, 22?
- Twenty-seven.

Harvard Law School. Three years
in the Public Defender's office.

OK, look, Mr. Flynt, obviously,
you can get whoever you want

to represent you in this case,

but at least
let me say one thing to you, OK?

How should I...
You're pretty far out there,

even for the guys
who do a lot of this stuff, OK?

I am interested in your case.

The problem you've got
is very definitely what I know best,

and I am good at what I do.

What, do you specialize in porn?

No, no, no.
I don't... I don't specialize in porn.

I'll... I'll be perfectly honest.

I don't particularly like
what you do.

I specialize in civil liberties.

You know, I don't understand
why they've singled me out.

(Alan) OK, look, Mr. Flynt,
this case is bigger

than just you
and your magazine.

In your case,
what's a little more troubling

is this organized crime charge.

Organized crime?
Larry's not in the mob.

Mr. Flynt, I just gotta ask you
one time,

do you have any connections
In any way to organized crime?

Absolutely not.

Gotta ask.

Oh, by the way...
call me Larry.

Alright, Larry.

In that case, Larry, this is
a completely bullshit charge,

but we have
to take this seriously

because you could conceivably
be looking at seven to 25 years.

Twenty-five years?

All I'm guilty of is bad taste.

My cousin, Bobby,
shot a preacher in the back.

He got six months for it.

- It's ridic...
- (Larry) Bobby shot a preacher?

- Yeah, you didn't know that?
- What denomination?

Baptist.

Can we discuss the fate
of Cousin Bobby later, Larry?

l... I think we need
to discuss this very seriously.

- If you want my advice...
- I am serious. I'm taking notes here.

(Protesters shouting indistinctly)

Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

Before we begin,

I must apologize
for the unpleasantness of this task.

What you're about to see
Is going to take your breath away.

"Hustler" magazine
depicts men and women

posed together
in a lewd and shameful manner.

"Hustler" depicts
women and women posed together

in a lewd and shameful manner.

"Hustler" magazine
depicts Santa Claus

posed in a lewd
and shameful manner.

What's he talking about?

(Whispers indistinctly)

Jesus Christ, Larry.

Your Honor,
with the court's permission,

at this time the defense would like
to introduce into evidence

twenty-seven other men's magazines
sold in the Cincinnati area.

Titles such as "Penthouse",
"Playboy"...

Objection.

Sustained.

Sustained?

Wait... wait a second.
Wait a second.

Your Honor, if I may.

These magazines contain material

that is virtually identical
to "Hustler" magazine.

If-if these magazines are legal
and "Hustler" is not legal,

then this is clearly a case
of selective prosecution.

No.

I-I'm sorry.
Did you say "no"?

I will not allow them
into evidence.

They are irrelevant
to this case.

But they are not irrelevant.
They are not irrelevant.

They very clearly demonstrate
the community standard

- which is laid out by...
- No, Counselor,

the jury is representative
of community standards,

not a pile of magazines.

I won't admit them.

You won't admit them.

Mr. Flynt, would you please
turn to page 777?

Would you describe to the jury
what is on page 77, please, sir?

(Clears throat) Uh... it's a picture
of Santa Claus.

What is Santa Claus doing?

He's talking to Mrs. Claus
and... holding in his hand

what appears to be
a large erect penis.

And would you read the caption
under that cartoon, please?

It says, "This is what I've got
to ho-ho-ho about."

Mr. Flynt, do you think
that the Founding Fathers

had a cartoon like this in mind

when they wrote the First Amendment
to our great Constitution?

Well, no, but I don't think they
necessarily had "Playboy" in mind,

or "People" either,
for that matter,

because I saw a couple
of four-letter words in there

a few weeks back.

But isn't a community allowed
to set its own standards?

No. That's just a disguise
for censorship.

This country belongs to me

as much as it belongs to you,
Mr. Leis,

and if you don't like
"Hustler" magazine, don't read it.

I don't, but what about
the innocent children

who gaze upon your magazine
In our grocery stores?

Well, look...

...you know, if a kid gets caught
drinking beer in a tavern,

we don't ban Budweiser
across the nation.

(Crowd murmurs)

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
you've heard a lot here today,

and I'm not gonna try to go
back over it all again for you,

but you have to go back in that room
and make some decisions,

and... and there is one thing
I wanna make very, very clear to you

before you do.

I am not trying to convince you

that you should like
what Larry Flynt does.

I-I don't like
what Larry Flynt does...

...but what I do like
is that I live in a country

where you and I can make
that decision for ourselves.

I like that I live in a country

where I can pick up "Hustler"
magazine and read it if I want to,

or throw it in the garbage can,
if that's where I think it belongs.

Or better yet, I can exercise
my opinion and not buy it.

I like that I have that right.
I care about it...

...and you should care
about it, too.

You really should,

because we live
in a free country.

You know, we say that a lot,

but I think sometimes
we forget really what that means.

So, listen to it again.

We live in a free country,
and that is a powerful idea.

That's a... that's a magnificent way
to live,

but there is a price
for that freedom,

which is that sometimes
we have to tolerate things

that we don't necessarily like.

So, go back in that room

where you are free to think
whatever you wanna think

about Larry Flynt
and "Hustler" magazine,

but then ask yourselves

if you wanna make
the decision for the rest of us,

because the freedom
that everyone in this room enjoys

Is in a very real way
in your hands.

And if we start
throwing up walls

against what some of us
think is obscene,

we may very well
wake up one morning

and realize
that walls have been thrown up

in all kinds of places
that we never expected,

and we can't see anything
or do anything.

And that's not freedom.

That is not freedom.

So, be careful.

Thank you.

(Crowd murmuring)

(Gavel bangs)

Madam Foreman,
have you reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honor, we have.

Hand the verdict
to the bailiff.

Will the defendant please rise?

Madam Clerk, read the verdict.

"We, the jury, find the defendant,
Larry Claxton Flynt,

"guilty as charged
on all counts."

(Crowd murmuring)

Do you have anything to say
before I sentence you?

Your Honor, you have not made
one intelligent decision

during the course of this trial,
and I don't expect one now.

Knock yourself out.

I sentence you to 25 years

- in the Ohio State Penitentiary.
- What?

- Your Honor, we request bail...
- Bail denied.

- Denied?
- Bailiff, take him away.

Your Honor, this is
a completely standard procedure.

All I do is publish a magazine.

Mrs. Flynt! Mrs. Flynt, Mrs. Flynt,
were you surprised at the verdict?

What are you gonna do
about Larry?

No. I was not surprised
by the verdict at all.

We had a stupid judge,
we had an uptight prosecutor,

two of them.

Mrs. Flynt, are you ashamed
to have your husband locked up?

I am not ashamed of Larry.
I never would be ashamed of Larry.

I'd rather have a man that
stands up for what he believes in.

Of course, I'm... I'm not happy
he's going to jail,

but you know what?
You guys can call this a circus,

you can call this a witch hunt,
but you can't...

Hi, baby.

You are so beautiful.

Larry...

How are you?

I miss you.

I've missed you, too.

You got any girlfriends in here?

You've got calluses
on your hands?

You know it.

I fantasize about you
just about all the time.

(Sighs) Our bed is so empty.

Oh, baby.

Oh, baby.

Oh, God.

Oh, baby.

What can I do
to get you outta here?

Oh, you know, Isaacman says

there's no way
this is gonna hold up.

What if Alan's wrong?

What if... what if you don't get out
till the year 2000,

and I'm fat and old and ugly
and you don't love me anymore?

You ain't never gonna be
old and fat and ugly.

I promise you.

- I love you.
- I love you.

(♪ "Battle Hymn Of The Republic"
playing)

(Rally singer) J Glory, glory, hallelujah

♪ Glory, glory, hallelujah

♪ Glory, glory, hallelujah

♪ His truth is marching on

♪ His truth is marching on ♪

Please, please, please,
please, please.

And now, Americans
for a Free Press

take extreme pleasure
in welcoming to Cincinnati,

direct from jail, cleared 100%
by the Appellate Court...

This is really great.

Americans for a Free Press
to invite us here tonight.

- (Announcer) ...dissident publisher...
- You idiot.

Americans for a Free Press
iS me.

Who do you think
is paying for all this?

That freedom fighter,
Larry C. Flynt.

Thank you.

Thank you.
I have a thought for you.

Murder is illegal,
but you take a picture

of somebody committing
the act of murder

they'll put you
on the cover of "Newsweek".

You might even win
a Pulitzer Prize.

And yet, sex is legal.

Everybody's doing it, or everybody
wants to be doing it, huh?

Yet, you take a picture
of two people in the act of sex,

or just take a picture
of a woman's naked body...

...and they'll put you in jail.

Now, I have a message for all you
good, moral Christian people,

who are complaining that breasts
and vaginas are obscene.

Hey, don't complain to me.
Complain to the manufacturer, OK?

And although Jesus
told us not to judge,

I know you're gonna judge anyway,
so judge sanely.

Judge with your eyes open.

What do you consider obscene?
Is this obscene to you?

Or perhaps
that's obscene to you.

Maybe this is obscene to you,

but what is more obscene?

This... or this?

This... or this?

You know, politicians
and demagogues like to say

that sexually explicit material
corrupts the youth of our country,

and yet they lie, cheat,
and start unholy wars.

Look at 'em.
They call themselves men.

They're sheep in a herd.

I think they real obscenity
comes from raising our youth

to believe that sex is bad
and ugly and dirty,

and yet, it is heroic
to go spill guts and blood

in the most ghastly manner
in the name of humanity.

With all the taboos
attached to sex,

it's no wonder
we have the problems we have.

It's no wonder we're angry
and violent and genocidal,

but ask yourself the question,

what is more obscene,
sex or war?

(Crowd) War!

(Crowd applauds and cheers)

(Barking)

(♪ Gary Wright's "Dream Weaver"
playing)

Jeez, she's a killer.

♪ I believe we can reach
the morning light

♪ Fly me high
through the starry skies...

- Larry...
- Yeah?

Um... hi, Althea.

Hi, Arlo.

Arlo, you wanted somethin'?

Yes... I've got bad news.

A... a Georgia prosecutor
has arrested some news dealers

for selling "Hustler",

and... some other retailers
are getting nervous

and they're taking issues
off the stands.

- Fuel the jet.
- OK.

Wait. Alert the Georgia media.

Tell them the cavalry
is on the way.

♪ I believe we can reach
the morning light ♪

- (Reporter #1) Mr. Flynt?
- (Reporter #2) Mr. Flynt.

Larry, why are you here?

Good, hard-working newsvendors
are being threatened and intimidated.

Now, if that's not censorship,
I don't know what is.

- (Reporter #3) So, what's your plan?
- (Larry) Well, just watch me.

Come on, right on in here.
You OK, babe?

- I'm fine.
- Stand right over there.

Alright. Don't crowd.

Let the cameras through, OK?
You rollin'?

Now, what we're gonna do here is...

...I'm gonna pay this gentleman
1,000 dollars.

I am renting the Puff and Read
for the next 24 hours.

I am in control now.

And... anybody
who would like to purchase

a copy of "Hustler" magazine...

Mr. Flynt, could I please buy
a copy of the "Hustler" magazine?

Yes, you can, Sir.
Here is the "Hustler" magazine

- that I am selling this month...
- Larry Flynt, you're under arrest.

OK.
I gotta give him some change.

Only in America, huh?

Mr. Flynt, how far are you willing
to go for "Hustler" magazine?

What are your plans now,
Mr. Flynt?

There are many people
who support "Hustler" magazine,

but none are willing to come out
and support you.

How do you feel
about that, Mr. Flynt?

Hey, why do I have to go to jail
to protect your freedom?

That's good.

So, we're gonna pay
a million bucks?

Why not? Listen.

If it catches the Killer,
I think it's worth it.

OK, moving on.

Asshole of the month.

Jerry Falwell.

You always say Jerry Falwell.

Jerry Falwell is always an asshole.
That's why, Arlo.

How about this month
we do Anita Bryant?

I say... Gerald Ford.

I say Larry Flynt.

Yeah, I like that, bro.

I mean, everybody thinks
I'm an asshole.

Yeah, it's true.

Is that right?

- Larry, you have a phone call.
- Take a message.

How about
asshole of the decade?

Um... she's calling
from North Carolina.

She says
she's the president's sister,

Ruth Carter something.

Ruth Carter Stapleton?

She's a woman of God.

What does she want with you?

What are you afraid of?
Pick up the phone.

OK. Patch her through.

Hello, this is Larry Flynt.

(Ruth) "Praise the Lord!
I've found you.'

Hallelujah. What-what...
what can I help you with?

'We have a mutual friend, Larry,
a television producer,

'and he suggested
we get together.

'He thought you and I
would hit it off."

You know, I don't understand,
I mean, you're an evan... evangelist,

and I'm a smut peddler, well...

'Larry, I don't believe in labels.

'l think you and I
could teach each other a lot.'

(Whispers) Stop.

'So, are you free
for dinner tomorrow night?'

Uh... you know, I have a...
I have a hectic schedule.

"You know what's nice about people
like you and me, Mr. Flynt?'

- What's that?
- 'We can do anything we want."

(Laughs)

Do you go to church, Larry?

Yeah... church.

Particularly the... you know,
the big holidays,

Christmas and... Easter,
and New Year's Eve.

New Year's Eve?

- Oh, that...
- (Ruth chuckles)

They don't have church
on New Year's Eve.

OK, well, we've proven I'm a liar,
and... I never go.

It's not important.

That's only a ritual.

And I believe in going straight
to the teachings of Jesus.

And does she love that man.

So, would you call yourself
a... faith-healer?

Oh, goodness, no.

I do spiritual healing.

Oh.

I don't mend bones.
I mend troubled souls.

Well, that's a relief, because,
you know, I thought you might be,

like, one of those
tent revival fakes,

you know, that used to come
scare the kids with snakes

and you know, wicked this,
wicked that, and...

Hellfire. Damnation.
That sort of thing?

Yeah.

That kind of talk
is almost unforgivable.

Well, then, I'd say we have
something in common.

Actually, Larry,
there's something else

you and I have in common.

What's that?

We're both trying to release
people from... sexual repression.

- Really?
- (Althea cackles)

I'm sorry, Mrs. Stapleton.

So, tell me... is your brother,
Ji... Mr. President...

Jimmy.
Jimmy will be fine.

OK, Jimmy, uh...

Did he... do you think
he ever read my publication?

You remember that interview
he gave... "Playboy" magazine?

The one where he admitted
that he had lust in his heart?

You know,
I was especially proud of that.

I'm sure you were,

but Oral Roberts wasn't
and Billy Graham wasn't,

and they took out after him
in public,

so, I don't think he's a big fan
of adult magazines.

Hmm.

But you know, Larry,

I'm more ambivalent
about what you do

because I think that sexuality
is a God-given gift.

I have to agree with you.

You know, when I counsel
Pentecostal women

in bad marriages,
I don't take the Bible out.

I say to them, "Get some make up.
Get yourself some curlers.

"Make yourself beautiful.

"Because Jesus wants you
to be beautiful."

Yeah, well, that...
You're something.

You... surprise me.

Larry, what was
your childhood like?

You know, sometimes
things happen to us

when we're very young

that can hurt
for many years after.

You know, I think we're all
born into this world...

(Dialogue drowned
by airplane landing)

Why? Why?

Because I had an epiphany, OK?

- A-a what?
- An epiphany.

Where'd you learn
that damn word?

This woman crooking you so hard

she's teaching you, what,
English now?

She ain't crooking me, OK?

I think it was more
an acid flashback.

- I think it's an acid flashback...
- Don't belittle it like that.

It was a serious thing.

Do you think that I wanted Jesus
to tap me on the shoulder?

I'm the last guy who wanted that.
I'm getting laid six times a day.

I got... limousines and a jet,

and I'm sitting
on a mountain of money.

You think I wanted God
tapping me on the shoulder?

I'm the last guy who wanted that.

I had an epiphany.

- I had an epiphany once, Larry.
- What was that?

When my daddy shot
my entire family in the head,

and I was the only one
to identify the bodies,

and I got sent to an orphanage
full of good Christian nuns

who shoved my face
into their pussies

with their crucifixes on
for eight goddamn years!

I am genuinely sorry for you, baby,
but that does not mean

- that God does not exist.
- Don't be sorry for me!

Be sorry for yourself,

because you'll need that
for the pawn shop.

Don't start throwing
that fucking ring at me, OK?

We're gonna be so damn broke,
you're gonna need that.

Hey!

Come on. It's OK.

Just get behind me
on this, OK?

That's all I'm asking.

You know, I feel like
it's me against the world.

You're all I got, baby.

Say you ain't gonna do this.
Promise me you ain't gonna do it.

- I'm doing it!
- No, Larry, you ain't gonna do it.

I'm doing it!

Oh, now I'm baptized too,
is that it?

Fuck you, Larry. Fuck you.

(¢ Singing "My Soul
Doth Magnify The Lord")

♪ Lord

♪ My soul...

Hi. How you doing?

♪ Doth magnify the Lord

♪ For he has done so many...

Do you accept the Lord Jesus Christ
as your savior

and reject Satan
and all his works?

(Larry) I do.

In obedience to the will of God

and upon the confession
of this our brother,

we baptize you
in the name of the Father,

and in the name of the Son,

and in the name
of the Holy Spirit.

♪ Doth magnify the Lord

♪ Hallelujah...

Hallelujah.

♪ Hallelujah ♪

There will be no more...
photo spreads of women alone.

From now on, sex will be presented
in a more natural setting,

with-with the man in the picture,

you know... the Genesis pictorial,
with... Adam and Eve

getting it on
in the Garden of Eden,

and then next month,
I'd like to have...

pretty girls all floating
on big glass crucifixes, yeah.

Marjoe Gortner could shoot that.

Larry, I-l plead with you
not to do this.

If you do this, this company
is gonna be worth nothing.

You're all looking at me
like I'm the one

growing horns out of my head.
Look around you.

We are living in Roman times.

Itis, itis, itis...

It is time to feed the lions
to the Christians.

This is a joke.

You're just doing this
to... help our circulation.

Arlo...

I love you, brother,

but please don't ever, ever, ever
doubt my sincerity.

(♪ Choir singing religious hymn)

(Congregation joins in singing)

(Eggs smashing against window)

(Althea) This is making people sick.

They're going up to the newsstands,
and they're puking.

They're vomiting.

You know, baby,
I-I'm just trying to illustrate

that I am no longer willing
to... exploit the female body.

(Scoffs) Well, you failed
miserably at that.

Larry, nobody on this planet

wants their religion
and their porn mixed together.

Well, you know,
Ruth says that sex...

Well, why don't you get
your friend, Ruth,

to buy two fucking million
of these magazines,

because nobody else
Is gonna fucking do it?

Larry, I'm not gonna pretend that
I understand what you go through,

what this spiritual thing
is to you.

I never have, but I've always
been supportive, always,

and, honey, you're just taking
this too far, now.

It's going too far.
It's like you're losing your mind.

Hey! My mind is fine.

God is working through me.
Don't you see that?

I could...
I could accomplish anything.

I could move mountains
with God's help.

You see that wall
right there?

I could make that wall
come tumbling down

with sheer will power.

God, do it.
Just do it then. Do it.

- Do it?
- Yeah.

(Phone ringing)

He's... he's gonna be thrilled
about this, really.

Hey, Larry.
Yeah, it's Alan.

Listen, I'm sitting here
with the eminently reasonable

District Attorney
of the State of Georgia.

Right. He's very impressed
by your conversion.

He wants to cut us
a plea bargain.

A plea bargain...
because I found God?

Larry, listen to me
for a second.

Don't argue with me
on this, OK?

Just say yes, because I pulled
a lot of strings to make this happen.

- Do you understand me?
- Is he sitting right there with you?

- Yeah.
- Could you do me a favor?

Just tell that miserable, old,
gray-haired bastard

to go fuck himself.
We're going to trial.

OK, right.

Oh, and praise the Lord.

Right. I got... OK.

(Awkward chuckle)

(Clerk) The Gwinnett County Court
IS NOW in session.

Mr. Flynt, how can you,

as a good Christian,
defend this filth?

I don't have to.

It may be wrong in some people's
opinion to... portray women

in the way I have,
but it's not illegal.

It may not be the smartest
thing in the world

to have too much to drink,
but it's not illegal.

You know, abortion may be
morally repugnant,

but right now,
it's not illegal.

Now, if we wanna change the laws,
that's another discussion,

but our right to decide for ourselves
cannot be restricted.

You know, George Orwell said
that if liberty means anything,

it means the right to tell people
what they don't wanna hear.

Now, America is the strongest
country in the world today,

only because
it is the freest country,

and if it ever loses sight

of its basic heritage
and the principles involved,

then we will no longer
be free.

(Reporter #1) Larry, over here.

That was just
a bang-up job you did.

Larry, did you pray before
you went into the courtroom?

No comment.
No comment.

Is your wife
jealous of Ruth?

(Reporter #2) Is that true, Larry?

(Gunshot)

(Groans)

This is Jackson. We got shots fired
in front of the courthouse.

Somebody help.

Back up and ambulance
right away.

(Sirens wailing)

Stand back. Stand back.
Ma'am, stand back.

It's gonna be alright.

It hurts!

Got a 36-year-old male,
gunshot wound to... the left shoulder.

Patient doesn't appear to have
any moving sensation.

I want him alive. I don't care
if his head's in a fishbowl, alright?

Mrs. Flynt... Mrs. Flynt,
now, you listen to me.

There's something you have to know
before you go in that room.

Hey.

Oh...

Larry, they... they say
that you're paralyzed.

They... they say you're paralyzed
from the waist down.

They say that
you ain't gonna walk... walk again.

From the waist down?

I fucking love you.

(Knocking on door)

I'm so sorry, Althea.

Larry...

My dearest, how are you?

(Larry) Oh, the pain, it's...

I feel like I'm in hell.

No. No, you're not in hell.

You belong to God.

I wish he'd have killed me.
I do.

I can't ever walk again.

I can't make love to my wife.

I can't...

I can't have a child with her.

But don't give in
to the bitterness.

You'll be so much stronger
if you keep your faith.

God will see you
through this.

Ruth... there is no God.

Take this thing down.

I want all this Christian stuff
outta here now.

Ladies, gentlemen,
the reign of Christian terror

at this magazine
IS NOW over.

We're smut peddlers again.
We're going back to our roots.

We
are"
porn again"

When's Larry coming back?

(Althea) Larry's coming back soon.

So... what do we know?

The FBI ain't got nothing.
That's what we know.

Who the hell would wanna
shoot you, anyway, Larry?

Who wouldn't wanna
shoot me, Jimmy?

- I'd say it was the CIA.
- Why?

Because of the million dollars
that was offered for JFK's killers.

No. I... I think it was the interracial
photo spreads. The KKK.

KKK? Wasn't the KKK.
It was the mob.

The extreme religious right.

They're the ones that control
all of the fanatics.

Well, you've just named
every American psycho,

so let's try to narrow
the field here a little bit.

- Larry...
- Yeah?

You are always, always gonna have
to watch your ass... forever.

I oughta move somewhere
where perverts are welcome.

(♪ The Czech Philharmonic Orchestra
plays "Rusalka's Polonaise")

(Larry) Where you going, baby?

I'm gonna get some ice cream.
You want some?

I want some more.

Larry, I just gave you
twice your dose.

Please, please, please.

Larry, you're gonna overdose.

I'm not gonna overdose.
I'm in pain.

Larry, you're just doing this
to get off.

More!

I'm only giving you half
of what I just gave you.

Don't ask for any more
for a while.

Tight.

OK.

OK, let go. Let go.

Oh...

You alright?

I love you, baby.

(Sighs)

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Hi, Dr. Bob.

Hello, Althea.
How's Larry today?

Shitty.

Pretty shitty.

How are you today, Larry?

Terrible. I'm in pain.

(Althea) He can hardly talk.

(Dr. Bob) You know, Larry,
we're running out of options, here.

The drugs, your pain,
it's gonna Kill you.

Something stronger.

This is... 30 grand.

Can we just have
our medicine please, Dr. Bob?

In peace?

(Dr. Bob) You know, Larry,
there is an operation

and apparently it's been
very successful for this kind of pain.

(Doctor #1) Ready for the laser.

(Doctor #2) Laser ready.
Five watts.

OK, let's go.

Mmm.

(Larry chuckles)

Hey, baby.

- Hi, cutie.
- What's that?

Oh, some lady died down the hall,
and I got her flowers.

- How do you feel?
- I feel good.

- You feel good?
- Yeah, I feel... I feel great.

You know, I...

For the first time since those bullets,
I don't feel any pain.

No, I don't want it, baby.

- What do you mean?
- I don't want it.

What do you... what?

I feel good.

And you're not on nothing?

You're crooking me,
or you're a fucking liar.

You've been on drugs
for... four or five years, Larry.

I have a hard time believing

that you feel really great
on nothing right now.

Is it that hard to believe
that I don't want any?

Yes, it's that hard to believe.

Baby, I was taking the drugs,
because I was in pain.

I'm not in pain now,
so I don't want it.

Why would I want it?

- I don't know.
- I don't know why you want it.

Well, if I don't take it,
I'll... go into seizures,

and... get really sick,
and it makes me feel good.

- Here.
- I don't want it.

In two hours,
you're gonna want it again.

I'm done with it.
I'm done with it, OK?

You've said this before.
I've heard this before.

- Stop it.
- That's what it is.

That's cos you're fucking on...

Here, take this. Take all...
Come on, Larry.

- Stop. Stop it.
- Get the hell away from me.

- Stop it...
- I said I don't want it.

Stop it. You're gonna hurt yourself.
Stop it, please. Stop it, stop it, stop it.

I don't know.

We've been through a lot together.
We can make it through this.

Hm?

You gonna go cold turkey?

I'm going cold turkey,
and so are you, OK?

- No.
- Yes.

- OK.
- OK?

- OK.
- OK.

No. I can't, Larry.

(Crying)

What am I gonna do?

What the hell
do I need that shit for?

I want my mind back.

(♪ The Czech Philharmonic Orchestra
plays "Dalibor's Fanfare And March")

Yes, Ms. Bacardi, hi.

(Elevator dings)

The pervert is back.

- What's your name?
- Sophie.

Tell everybody
the pervert is back.

(Sophie) The... the pervert is back.

The pervert is back.
The pervert is back.

Circulation is down by a third.

Color reproduction is horrible.

The models look like
they're three-dollar whores.

The writing is by
some moronic idiots.

Uh... Mr. Flynt...

...I don't wanna step on your toes,
but things have changed

since you were actively
running the company.

I mean, I look back at the stuff
you did in the '70s,

and it was... sort of racy and crazy,
but the country's different now.

Reagan has rebuilt America,

and the Moral Majority
IS gaining power.

- You're fired.
- Excuse me?

You, get the fuck
out of my building.

Doug, get him outta here.

Get that blow-dried jerk
motherfucker...

Take him outta here,
throw him in the incinerator.

Cut him into little pieces and feed him
to the animals out there.

- Larry...
- Get outta here!

Lar... Larry,
Larry, you can't do that.

I mean, he's our vice president.

He's the VP of marketing.

Hey, Jimbo, are you trying
to challenge my authority?

You see that on the wall?
LFP.

That's Larry Flynt Publications.

Not JFP. OK?

I'm the big kahuna here.
Do you have a problem with that?

No, Larry, you're the boss.

So... Larry, what's the plan?

Plan...
The plan is simple.

The establishment
took my manhood from me,

but they left half of me.
They left the half with the brain,

and I'm gonna use it
to get back.

(Phone ringing)

- Hello.
- (Larry) 'Wake up.'

- Who is this?
- 'It's Larry Flynt.

'Is CBS interested in seeing
videotape of the FBI

'selling John DeLorean
50 kilos of cocaine?'

- Are you Mr. Waverly?
- Yeah, yeah. Who are you?

I'm Mrs. Flynt.

Do you want some...coffee or tea
or sandwiches

or Ho Hos or Pringles
or something?

No, no, that's alright.

Look, can I just
see the tape, please?

Ooh, ooh.

- John DeLorean.
- It's Delorean.

These are the drug dealers,
and guess what this is.

That's the coke? That suitcase?
That whole suitcase?

Yeah, watch this.

Delorean, he...
The first time he touch it. That's it.

That's all the contact
he had with that cocaine.

This is my favorite part,
because they can't get this damn...

They can't get
the suitcase closed, right?

There's a lot of cocaine
in this motherfucker.

How do you get
the damn thing closed?

- They're all pushing down on it.
- This is amazing.

Now, they do a toast.

Now, watch this.
This is weird.

There's a knock at the door.

Tubby gets up
and goes to the door. Look.

Four million dollars' worth of cocaine,
nobody's even nervous.

Now watch.

FBI. FBI, right?

This guy's got a good camera sense.
Watch him clear camera. Watch him.

Yeah, let me get outta your way.
Now, watch this guy.

Grabs his champagne,
and he walks away.

These guys
aren't concerned about him,

because they're FBI.

Your Honor, the tapes are genuine,
they're newsworthy,

and we have a right
to broadcast them.

That's ridiculous.
This is stolen government evidence.

This leak will make
a fair trial impossible.

My client, Mr. DeLorean,
will never find an impartial jury.

I'd say we're talking
basic constitutional rights here...

Judge, you do not condone...

(Counselors talk over each over)

Gentlemen, gentlemen, please.

(Overlapping arguments continue)

Gentlemen, that's enough.

It's stolen, Judge.
It's stolen.

Here is the Campari
ad campaign parody.

Jerry Falwell
talks about his first time.

(Phone ringing)

- Yeah.
- You guys are stupid.

You ever have anything
positive to say, Jimmy?

- Larry.
- Yeah.

Listen, I got a subpoena here

for you to appear
in Federal Court tomorrow

to reveal the source
of the Delorean tape.

The FBI got very pissed off,
Larry, you know?

They want you in front of the judge
tomorrow to reveal the source.

Well, you tell that judge
I'm wiping my ass with his subpoena.

Why is your client doing this?

Your Honor, my client
Is a very complicated man.

He... he's heavily medicated,
among other things.

I believe him to be
an undiagnosed manic depressive.

Well, I'll give him something
to be depressed about, alright.

I'm issuing a bench warrant
for his arrest.

(Sirens wailing)

(Helicopters whirring)

Come on.

(TV) 'A warrant for the arrest
of Mr. Flynt.

(Larry laughing)

'...high-ranking government officials...'

"If anyone tries coming after me,
I'll shoot him between the eyes."

'Flynt has been barricaded
in his Beverly Hills compound

'for three days now.'

Holy shit.

Freeze!
Federal Marshals.

You, drop the gun, now!

Hands in front. Hands.
You, hands on your head, now.

On your knees.

NBC, ABC.

What the hell's
wrong with you, CBS?

Larry Flynt, we're Federal Marshals.
You come outta there.

Shut up!

Where are your fucking priorities?

Yeah! (Laughs)

I turned the whole world
into a tabloid.

Here I come.

Larry, are you going somewhere?

Yep.

(Althea) Larry...

Roll on outta there, Flynt.
Now!

Will you get me some bananas?

Yes, I'll get you bananas.

Thank you, honey.

Please raise your right hand
and place your left hand on the Bible.

Lar...

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth

and nothing but the truth
so help you God?

No.

No?

Your Honor, I'm an atheist.

I can't very well... swear
to a God I don't believe exists.

Mr. Flynt, you are a handful.

I know, Your Honor.

We'll allow you to affirm,
if that's satisfactory with you, sir.

That would satisfy me.

Well, sir, I just need for you
to answer one question,

and then you're able
to go back home.

Shoot.

What was the source
of this videotape?

Your Honor, Vicki Morgan
was Alfred Bloomingdale's mistress...

- Excuse me, Your Honor.
- (Larry) Excuse me.

It's OK, Alan. It's OK.

And Alfred introduced her
to all Reagan's cabinet buddies,

and she was a real party-girl,
and they really liked her.

If you... if you know
what I mean, Your Honor.

So... the thing about Vicki
is she was a bit naive,

and... she started writing a book

about all these... you know,
orgies that they were having,

and... next thing you know, bam!
She's murdered.

But what these White House killers
don't realize

is that Vicki kept some videotapes
of their sexcapades,

and these tapes, Your Honor,
are pure carnality.

Filthy.
I've never seen anything...

Well, I-1 have, but most people
haven't seen anything like this.

Your Honor...

What has this got to do
with the Delorean trial?

That's a good question.

Well... technically, nothing,
Your Honor.

But, you know, I-I have those tapes
and this tape,

and it just made me think of it.

Well, Mr. Flynt, I'd appreciate it, sir,
if you would stick to the subject.

Now, I'll ask you again.

What was the source
of this videotape?

Your Honor, with all due respect,
you don't have the right to ask.

That's it.
You're in contempt of court,

and as of tomorrow,
I'm fining you 10,000 dollars a day

until you reveal the source
of your videotape.

(Honking)

Look, here's Larry.

There he is.

- Mr. Flynt...
- Alright, folks, make way.

Let us through here.
Let us through.

- Mr. Flynt, is this a conspiracy?
- (Larry barking)

♪ Oh, say, can you see

♪ By the dawn's early light... ♪

Larry, what have you done
with the Vicki Morgan tapes?

Do we get to see... Oh!

Ow.

Do we really have
the Vicki Morgan sex tapes?

No. I just told them
I had the Delorean tapes.

Now, they believe anything I say.

Sir, you're gonna have
to take that helmet off.

We don't wear hats
in the Federal Courtroom,

and there's no war
going on around here.

Well, you can never be
too careful, Your Honor.

Well, don't worry, Mr. Flynt,

the United States government
will take care of you.

We brought some extra marshals
in here today.

So, I'd appreciate
your taking off that helmet.

Well, sir, tell me, are you here now
to obey the court's order

and reveal the source
of that videotape,

Or are you gonna pay
the 10,000 dollars that I ordered?

Your Honor, I'd like a moment
with my client.

No. I don't need a moment.

It is my right under the freedom
of the First Amendment

to protect my sources.

Listen, listen, listen to me.
Don't go any further.

- (Larry) Hey...
- (Alan) Just let me talk.

Shut up!
Relax, Alan, relax.

Mr. Flynt, is that an American flag
you have on there?

Sir, I have fashioned
this American flag into a diaper,

because if you're gonna
treat me like a baby,

I'm gonna act like one.

Larry Flynt, I'm ordering you arrested
for desecration of the American flag.

Marshal, take him into custody.

Your Honor, we'd like to post bond,
if that's alright with you.

- (Larry) Get the hell away from me.
- (Alan) Hey, hold on. Take it easy.

Alright, just a minute, Marshal.
Very well, Mr. Isaacman.

The court will set a bond
on Mr. Larry Flynt for 50,000 dollars.

And this time, sir,
I'd prefer a cashier's check.

Understood. Understood.

Furthermore, I'm gonna keep
our Mr. Flynt here

under a very tight leash,

and so, as a condition of his bond,

he absolutely cannot leave
the state of California.

Larry! Hey, Larry.

Hey, hey, Larry, you're not getting
on that plane.

- Yes, I am.
- No, you're not. Don't do it.

Do you think this is some kind
of a game we're playing here?

Yeah, you're right, you're right.
It's a fucking joke.

Five and a half years since-since
they... they shot me, and now...

Hey, I was there too, alright?
You remember?

You don't see me running around,

pissing off everybody
we're trying to get to help us.

Yeah, well, you can walk,
and you can fuck,

and I'm in this chair...
and I got money, OK?

I got money, and that gives me
the power to shake up this system.

Dougie.

Well, find somebody else
to help you then,

because this is not
what I signed on for.

I don't even know what
we're engaged in anymore, Larry.

If you get on that plane, I quit.

Alan, don't be so melodramatic.

You don't wanna quit me.
I'm your... your dream client.

I'm the most fun, I'm rich,
and I'm always in trouble.

Hey, go to hell, Larry.
Go to hell.

Bye.

(Judge) Exactly why did you disobey
this court's order?

Didn't I make it clear to you

that you were not to leave
the state of California?

Your Honor, we had an honest
misunderstanding here, I think.

No, no, Counselor, Counselor,
he's right.

Some rules are made to help us,
not hurt us,

and I... I do apologize,
Your Honor,

and... (Sighs) I wanna fess up
and reveal my source.

Now, tell me who was the source
of this videotape?

(Clears throat)

- The samurai.
- Excuse me?

The samurai gave me the tape.

And who is this man,
and where is he?

Well, unfortunately,
he had a critical groin injury

on the way...
to give me the tape,

and he's undergoing acupuncture
treatment in Beijing, China...

- Larry, what is this?
- It's OK, Alan.

Mr. Flynt, this court fears
that you're seriously mentally ill.

Well, opinions are like assholes,
Your Honor, everybody's got one.

- Cut it out, cut it out.
- Shut up, Alan.

- No, shut up. I'm not kidding.
- No, you shut up.

Mr. Flynt, you listen to your lawyer.
You let him do the talking.

No, I know the rules, OK?

Now... you're fired.
I'm representing myself now...

That's good, because I am so tired
of you. You're fired.

You can't fucking fire me.
You're fired.

Sir, we will not have
that cursing in this court room.

- What?
- Larry Flynt...

How about spitting?

Marshal, put a gag on that man.

- Alright, sit down, sir.
- (Larry) You bastard. Get the hell...

Sit down, lady.
Lady, be seated there in the back.

Get off me.

(Judge) I want everybody
sitting down in this courtroom.

Yeah.

Alright, Mr. Flynt, are you willing
to calm down now, sir?

Mm-hmm.

Now, if I take
that gag off of you,

are you gonna show me
and my courtroom staff

the courtesy and respect
that we deserve?

Mm-hmm.

Alright, Marshal.

(Grunts)

Fuck you, you son of a bitch.

(Judge) I've had enough of this.

Larry Flynt, you leave me no choice,
but to sentence you to nine months.

Nine months?
Is that all you got?

Three more months, then, fine.

Fuck you, Your Honor.

- You want more?
- Larry, Larry, stop it.

Sit down, lady.

Larry Flynt, you are hereby sentenced
to 15 months

in a federal psychiatric prison.

Hey, don't look at me.
Ask for bail, Counselor.

Can I post bail, Your Honor?

No.

Now, get him
out of my courtroom.

- Fucking bastard.
- (Judge) Yes, sir, you can say

all of those foul words
behind four padded walls.

Get him on out.

(Patient laughs maniacally)

(Pounding)

(Bells tolling)

Gentlemen...

Something we'd like
to show you, sir.

I don't understand.

The Reverend would never endorse
a liquor company.

Well, there's a larger problem.

Substantially larger.

Oh.

You see, sir, it says right there
that the Reverend...

...he... um...

It says, sir, that he fornicated
with his mother in an outhouse.

Give me a second.

Now, what do you boys
have for me today?

Reverend, I...
I think you need to read this.

Give me your jacket, please.

Jesus Christ.

(Guard) Stand up, please.

Raise your foot.

Arms up.

- Arms what?
- Arms up.

(Chuckles)

Larry...

...you look so good.

Wow.

You look like shit.

What?

Larry... I don't wanna work
at the magazine anymore.

People there don't listen to me,
and they don't talk to me.

They're afraid of me,
and they don't shake my hand.

Larry, I went to Dr. Robert

and he... he told me
that I was sick.

I mean, sick-sick.

I mean, I got AIDS, Larry.

They won't shake your hand?

Oh, yes, sir. Yes.

Code pink. Code pink.

'Code pink. Code pink.'

Larry, it's Jimmy here.
You there?

Lar?
Larry, you there?

(Larry) 'l have some important
announcements to make.'

So, how you doing?
How's the hospital treating you?

'Never mind that.
Is everybody there?'

- Yes, Larry.
- (Jimmy) We're all here, Larry.

'Good. You're all fired.'

Larry, I mean,
wait a minute here, Larry.

You can't just fire these people.
We need these people.

'Shut up, Jimbo!

'It's my business, and I'll run it
into the ground if I want to.

'OK, that's all. I gotta go.'

What the fuck was that?

Just calm down, OK, Arlo?
Don't panic on me.

None of you guys are fired, alright?

- But Larry just said that...
- Yeah, well, what did Larry say?

He's in a nuthouse, right, Chester?

I said you're not fired.
Do you have a problem with that?

(Door slams open)

Thank you. Thank you.
Thanks.

Jesus, Althea.

Hi, hi. Come on, sit down.
Sit down.

Over there?

You alright, Mrs. Flynt?

Fine, thanks.

You... you look...
you look different.

I don't know, did you...
did you change your hair?

- Yeah, I changed my hair.
- Yeah, I like it.

Yeah, my hair's different.

So, what's up?

Um... I got this the other day,

and I brought it by to see
if you would look at it, please.

Wow. That is...
I mean, this is...

- It's intense.
- Yes, itis.

What are we gonna do?

You're gonna give it to Larry's lawyers,
whoever they are.

Alan, you are our lawyers.

You've always been our lawyers.
You're part of the family.

Don't listen to Larry.
You know how he is.

I don't know, Althea.

Alan, we really need your help.
Please, please help us.

Please, please... Alan.

(Knock on cell door)

Boy, this is...
This is great, Larry.

This is really great.
I hope it was worth it.

Didn't I fire you?

(Scoffs)

Well, I mean, I've always ignored
most of what you've said, right?

Well, listen...
I know the timing is lousy,

but you remember
your... your little Campari ad?

The... the Jerry Falwell
in the outhouse with his mother, and...

Mmm.

Well, he saw it
and... I guess it's safe to say

he... he didn't really find it
all that funny.

OK, and he is suing you...
for libel

and intentional infliction
of emotional distress,

and he is asking
for 40 million dollars.

Hm?

This is Jerry Falwell
in his home state.

So, if you're up to it,

we really oughta figure out
how you wanna deal with this.

Countersue.

- What?
- Yeah, Jerry, he's suing you.

He's suing me?
For heaven's sakes, on what grounds?

Well, you Xeroxed his ad,

and you sent it out
in a million fundraising letters.

Yeah, so?

But you didn't get his permission,
and that's copyright infringement.

The depth of his depravity
sickens me.

They are gonna put you
on the stand,

and your testimony is gonna make
or break us on this one, as always.

So, downplay
how much you hate Falwell.

You've got to make them understand
that it was just a joke.

- ♪ I'm just a clown...
- Hey, take this one seriously, Larry.

- ♪ Just a clown ♪
- Don't fuck it up for yourself,

because this is gonna
be the most expensive case

- you've ever had if you lose it.
- OK!

Hi.

Reverend Falwell,
you're a preacher, is that right?

Yes, I am.

And as a preacher, you... you speak
to a... a fairly broad audience.

I mean, you... you preach
on television

and on your
"Old Time Gospel Radio Hour".

I do.

(Alan) So, you've achieved
a certain notoriety.

One might say, a national reputation

for your sermons
and your opinions and ideas

and your leadership
of the Moral Majority.

Yes. Our membership
is now over five million.

OK, but even beyond
your membership, really,

you've been... you've been
recognized and awarded

for your efforts
all over America.

I have a number
of honorary degrees.

In a recent poll of...
"Good Housekeeping" magazine,

I was voted second most
admired American

behind President Reagan.

"Good Housekeeping", that's-that's...
I mean, hey, you're famous, right?

Well, I suppose
you could say that.

Mm-hmm.

Reverend Falwell, have you ever
had sex with your mother?

(Chuckles)

Absolutely not.

Never? I mean, you never...

Never in the outhouse
as "Hustler" magazine suggested?

That is an absurd question.

My mother
was a... a very godly woman...

...and as close to a saint
as anyone I have ever known.

(Alan) I'm sure she was.

Reverend, have you ever preached
while you were drunk?

- Drunk?
- (Alan) Yes.

- Never.
- (Alan) Never?

Hal

I mean, you never even had
a few too many at lunch

and then went back
on the radio once?

That is a totally
outrageous suggestion.

- Totally outrageous?
- Totally.

You don't think that
some people, Reverend Falwell,

despite your reputation,

might have reason to believe
that you could do that?

I would find that
very difficult to believe.

So, really, what you're telling me
is that nobody could reasonably think

that these statements
about you were true.

Yes, that's what I've been saying.

OK.

Reverend Falwell,
at the beginning of this trial,

Judge Kirk gave very specific
instructions to this jury, OK?

She said, quote, "If a reasonable
person could not believe

"that 'Hustler' magazine describes
actual facts about Jerry Falwell,

"then you must dismiss
the libel claim."

Do you remember
these instructions?

Obviously not. So, I'm gonna
ask you one more thing.

Why are you suing my client
for libel?

I am not a lawyer, Mr. Isaacman.

I am a lawyer, OK,
and I can't figure it out either.

Would you state your full name
for the record, please, Mr. Flynt?

(Clears throat) Yes, sir.

Uh... Christopher Columbus,
Cornwallis, IPQ,

Harvey H., and Pagey Piu.

That's very interesting, but are you
also known as Larry Flynt?

AKA Jesus H. Flynt, Esquire.

Oh, for Christ's sakes.

Are you the publisher and the editor
in chief of "Hustler" magazine?

I am the publisher
of the... most tasteless, sleaziest,

most disgusting, greatest porn
magazine on the face of the earth.

Thank you.

I have in my hand exhibit B,

which is a typewritten script
of the Campari ad.

When you approved this ad,
did you have any specific knowledge

that the Reverend Falwell
had ever engaged

in sexual intercourse
with his mother?

No, but I have a photograph

of Falwell... having fellatio
with a sheep.

Your Honor, my client
Is in a heavily medicated,

mentally agitated state.

We will stipulate
that no such document exists.

I have it, and Mr. Fartwell is a liar,
a glutton, and a sheepophile.

Mr. Flynt, my client's name
is Jerry Falwell.

- Jerry Falwell!
- That's what I said, Jerry Fartwell.

Are you trying to hold
the Reverend Falwell up to ridicule?

No. Contempt.

Scorn!

Uh... truculence.

Obloquy.

Parlez-vous francais?

Oh, je parle le francais
mieux que toi, monsieur!

Embrace mon derriére, mon ami.

Oh, God, my French is so rusty.
It's just so rusty.

Bon appétit.

Bon appétit. I love her.

Quiet in the courtroom.

I love you, baby.

♪ Jesus loves me... ♪

Mr. Flynt, do you have an aversion
to organized religion?

- A virgin?
- No, aversion. Aversion!

You heard me, Mr. Flynt.
An aversion to organized religion.

I...
You bet your sweet ass I do.

Do you think
that gives you license

to mock the leaders
of great religious movements?

Well, goddamn right.

Larry, no! Objection, Your Honor.
This is totally irrelevant.

Overruled.

Free expression is absolute.

- Thank you, Your Honor.
- Do you agree?

(Bangs gavel) Order.
Ma'am, if you can't control yourself,

you're going to have
to leave the courtroom.

So that it was your intention

to hold Reverend Falwell
out to be a hypocrite, wasn't it?

Well, that's what he is.

But didn't it occur to you
that Reverend Falwell

must have an integrity
that people can believe in

if he is to practice
his profession?

Yeah.

And it was your intent
to destroy that integrity

and his livelihood if you could?

To assassinate it.

Hey, it's me.
It's a weird decision.

- Well, get me Bill, quick.
- No, he's not guilty of libel,

but he is guilty of inflicting
"emotional distress".

So now, Flynt has to pay him
200 grand!

"This ruling shows that nobody
can prostitute the First Amendment.

'Pornography has thrust its ugly head
into our everyday lives.

"The billion dollar sex industry,

'of which Larry Flynt
is a self-described leader...

'Lust and greed have replaced
decency and morality.

"We must make a solemn
commitment to God Almighty

'to turn this nation
around immediately.'

Fucking AIDS junkie.

You crazy cripple.

Listen, it's just not that funny,

and I'm afraid it wasn't funny
the first time we printed it either.

Well, guys, I'm certainly open
to suggestions.

(Miles) I would suggest
that if we're going to recycle it,

that we replace the noun...

I thought I fired all of you.

Jimmy...

...come here.

Larry, um... I'm sorry
if I tried to run things,

but... you know, I was just trying
to protect you...

Come here.

Closer.

Come on.

Don't sweat it, bro.
I love you.

I love you too, man.

Larry... you look great, man.

Chester, you remember Althea?
Shake her hand.

- Hey, Althea, you...
- Hi, Chester.

Hi.

Don't sneak up on us like that.
Give us a heart attack.

Yeah, what the hell.
Shake Althea's hand.

Althea, good to see you.

- Hello, Faith.
- Welcome back. Hi, Althea.

- What do you do?
- I'm a secretary.

Good to see you, Althea.

Arlo, hi.

(+ Betty Boop's
"Happy You And Merry Me" playing)

♪ Who's young and healthy?
Cross your heart and confess

♪ Happy you and merry me

♪ Oh, who's brought the ticket
for the joy town express?

♪ Happy you and merry me

♪ Though Mr. Gloom may chase us

♪ We'll dodge him everyday

♪ Say, who's feeling fine and dandy?
Can't you see

♪ Happy you and merry me

♪ Bop! ♪

- l gotit.
- No.

I'm gonna take my bath.

Take my bath.

OK. Why don't you hop on?
I'll give you a ride.

Go ahead. Buckle up.

Daddy.

Oh, you're crushing my legs.

You're shivering, baby.

(Groans) Sorry.

You're shivering.

Detour. Oh, no!

What are you doing?
You... you're gonna kill us.

It's OK! They'll freeze us
and thaw us out in the year 3000.

Curbside service.
That'll be 8.50, lady.

Dr. Kipper, please.

Larry Flynt.

Dr. Kipper?

She doesn't look good.

Well, I know, but there's gotta be
something more we can do,

some new technology or drug.

What are they doing in Europe?

You know money's no object...

Althea?

Althea?

Althea!

Baby!

Baby?

Baby!

Baby!

Baby, no!

No! Baby!

Help!

Help!

Baby!

No! No...

Can you hear me?

Baby?

No...

(Priest) Jesus said, "I am the way,
the truth and the life.

"No man comes to the Father
but by me.

"He that liveth and believeth
in me shall never die.

"In my father's house
are many rooms,

"and if I go
and prepare a place for you,

"I will come again
and receive you unto myself.

"That where I am,
there you may be also,

"and you will live with me
forever and ever."

"You cannot mock God.
You cannot fool God.

'If you violate his laws,
God Almighty will judge you.

'AIDS is a plague.

"These perverted lifestyles
have to stop.

'If you break moral laws,
you reap the whirlwind.'

Alan, it's Larry.

I wanna appeal
the Falwell case.

This is over. Over.

No, it's not over.
We can go higher.

- Higher?
- The Supreme Court.

- (Scoffs) Yeah.
- Give 'em a call.

It's not that simple, Larry.
It's not that simple.

You... I mean, thousands of people
every year

petition the Supreme Court, OK?
Thousands.

Now, our case is as good as any.

Our case is better than most of 'em.
You're missing my point.

My point is that they will never
pick you, because you're a nightmare.

They're afraid
if they let you in the court,

you're gonna wear a diaper
or throw oranges at the justices,

and they should be, Larry,

because, in all the times
you've gone to court asking for help,

you've never once demonstrated
any respect

for its institutions and procedures.

So, as far as they're concerned,
you're just a pig.

Yeah, well, we... You always said,
and it's the principle,

a pig has the same rights
as a president!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You know, people get tired
of a pig, Larry.

Bullshit! You're scared, Alan.
You're scared.

You're letting these guys
steamroll ov...

Oh, look, it's not just them, Larry!
OK? It's me!

It's me.
I am not taking you.

Lawyers dream about a case like this
in front of the Supreme Court.

Dream of it.

And they would probably hear us,
if you wanna know the truth,

but I am not going with you.

I have been giving you my best

since back when people
were laughing at you,

and every time
I come in there now,

you fuck me
with this bullshit circus act!

I won't do it again, I can't.
I'm not gonna do it

in front of the Supreme Court
of the United States. I'm just not.

Your... your sentimental speeches
and your cornball patriotism,

they just... they don't work
on me anymore, Lar,

because I don't believe you.

I don't believe you.

You're... you're my...

...my friend, Alan.

We're friends.

I... IH just...

I would love to be remembered
for something meaningful.

Any research problems,
I encourage you to use my archives,

and... tell the Reverend that I've dealt
with this filth monger myself,

and I wish to offer my support.

Is that the Tin Man?

Yes, that's the Tin Man.

(Reporter) God versus the Devil.

America's minister
versus America's pimp.

Today is the showdown.

Many were surprised
by the High Court's decision

to hear Larry Flynt's case,

but he had some unlikely supporters
filing briefs on his behalf,

like the "New York Times",

the American Newspaper
Publishers Association,

and the Association of American
Editorial Cartoonists...

(Clerk) All rise.

The honorable, the Chief Justice
and the Associate Justices

of the Supreme Court
of the United States.

Oyez, oyez, oyez.

All persons having business
before the honorable,

the Supreme Court
of the United States,

are admonished to draw near
and give their attention.

For this court is now sitting.

God save the United States
and the Supreme Court.

(Chief Justice) We'll hear
the argument first this morning

in number 86/1278,

"Hustler" magazine and Larry C. Flynt
versus Jerry Falwell.

Mr. Isaacman... you may proceed
whenever you're ready.

Mr. Chief Justice
and may it please the court.

One of the most cherished ideas
that we hold in this country

is that there should be
uninhibited public debate

and freedom of speech.

Now, the question
you have before you today

is whether a public figure's right
to protection from emotional distress

should outweigh
the public interest

in allowing every citizen
of this country

to freely express his views.

But what was the view expressed
in Exhibit A?

Well, to begin with, this is a parody
of a known Campari ad.

- I understand. Go ahead.
- OK.

Also, and more importantly,
it was a satire of a public figure,

of Jerry Falwell,

who in this case, was really
a prime candidate for such a satire,

because he's such an unlikely person
to appear in a liquor ad.

This is a person that we are used
to seeing at the pulpit, Bible in hand,

preaching with a famously
beatific smile on his face.

But what is the public interest
you're describing?

That there is some interest
in making him look ludicrous?

Yes, yes, Your Honor.

There is a public interest
in making Jerry Falwell look ludicrous.

Insofar as there is
a public interest

in having "Hustler" magazine
express the point of view

that Jerry Falwell
is full of BS.

And-and "Hustler" magazine
has every right to express this view.

They have the right
to say that...

somebody who has campaigned
actively against our magazine,

who has told people
not to buy it,

who has... publicly said that
it poisons the minds of Americans,

who in addition has told people
that sex out of wedlock is immoral,

that they shouldn't drink.

"Hustler" magazine has
a... a First Amendment right

to publicly respond
to these comments

by saying that Jerry Falwell
is full of BS.

It-it says, "Let's deflate
this stuffed shirt

"and bring him down to our level."

Our level in this case
being admittedly a lower level

than most people
would like to be brought to.

(Audience chuckles)

I-1 apologize.

I know I'm not supposed to joke,
but that's sort of the point.

But, Mr. Isaacman,

the First Amendment
is not everything.

I mean, it's a... a very
important value,

but it's not the only value
In our society.

What about another value
which says that good people

should be able to enter
public life and public service?

The rule you give us says that
if you stand for public office

or become a public figure
in any way,

you cannot protect yourself,
or indeed your mother,

against a parody of your committing
incest with her in an outhouse.

Now, do you think that...

George Washington
would have stood for public office

if that was the consequence?

It's interesting that you mention
George Washington, Justice Scalia,

because very recently I saw a political
cartoon that's over 200 years old.

It depicts George Washington
riding on a donkey,

being led by a man, and the caption su...
the caption suggests

that this man is leading an ass
to Washington.

I can handle that.
I-1 think George can handle that.

(Audience laughs)

But that's a far cry
from committing incest

with your mother in an outhouse.

(Laughter continues)

I mean, there's no line
between the two?

Uh... no, Justice Scalia.

I would say there is no line
between the two,

because, really, what you're talking
about is a matter of taste

and not law.

As you yourself said, I believe,
in Pope versus lllinois,

"It's useless to argue about taste

"and even more useless
to litigate it".

And that is the case here.

The jury has already determined
for us that this is a matter of taste

and not a matter of law,

because they've said that
there is no libelous speech.

That nobody could reasonably believe
that "Hustler" was actually suggesting

that Jerry Falwell had sex
with his mother.

So, why did "Hustler" have him
and his mother together?

"Hustler" puts him
and his mother together

in-in a... example of literary travesty,
if you will.

And what public purpose
does this serve?

Well, it serves
the same public purpose

as having Gary Trudeau say
that Reagan has no brain,

or that George Bush is a wimp.

It lets us look at public figures
a little bit differently.

We have a long tradition
in this country of satiric commentary.

Now, if-if Jerry Falwell can sue

when there has been
no libelous speech,

purely on the grounds
of emotional distress,

then so can other public figures,

and imagine, if you will,

suits against people
like Gary Trudeau

and Johnny Carson

for what he says
on "The Tonight Show" tonight.

Obviously, when-when people
criticize... public figures,

they're going to experience
emotional distress.

We all know that.

It's... it's the easiest thing
in the world to claim

and it's impossible to refute,

and that's what makes it
a meaningless standard.

Really, all it does is allow us
to punish unpopular speech.

And-and... this country is founded,
at least in part...

on the firm belief
that unpopular speech

is absolutely vital
to the health of our nation.

Thank you, Mr. Isaacman.

Reverend, are you confident
that you will win this case?

Absolutely.

There's no way
the Supreme Court

will come down on the side
of a sleaze merchant like Larry Flynt.

Mr. Keating, why are you here today?

To show support for those people

who believe that pornography
should be outlawed.

Because if the First Amendment
will protect a...

- What did Grutman call me?
- Scumbag.

...a scumbag like me, well then,
it'll protect all of you,

because I'm the worst.

Larry, do you have any regrets?

Only one.

(♪ The Czech Philharmonic Orchestra
plays "Stabat Mater's Selections")

(Althea on video) Larry?'

(Althea laughs)

'Larry?'

(Althea laughs)

'Larry?'

(♪ "Selections From Stabat Mater"
continues playing)

(Phone ringing)

- Hello?
- It's Alan.

They just brought
the decision in.

Well, is it good or bad?

Well, it's a unanimous decision, Larry,
and Rehnquist wrote it himself.

Is it good or bad?

Well, I want you to hear this.

"At the heart
of the First Amendment

"is the recognition of the fundamental
importance of the free flow of ideas.

"Freedom to speak one's mind

"is not only an aspect
of individual liberty,

"but essential
to the quest for truth

"and the vitality
of society as a whole.

"In the world of debate
about public affairs,

"many things done with motives
that are less than admirable

"are nonetheless protected
by the First Amendment."

So, we won.

Yes, we did. We won.

Thank you, Alan.

- 'Thank you.'
- Don't mention it.

We won, baby.

(Laughs)

Strip for me, baby.

"Why?'

So when you're old and ugly,
you can look back at this.

(Laughs)

'I'm never gonna be
old and ugly, Larry.

"You're gonna be old and ugly.'

(♪ "Selections From Stabat Mater"
continues playing)

(¢ Gary Wright: "DREAM WEAVER")

♪ I've just closed my eyes again

♪ Climbed aboard the dream weaver train

♪ Driver, take away my worries of today

♪ And leave tomorrow behind

♪ Ooh, dream weaver

♪ I believe you can get me
through the night

♪ Ooh, dream weaver

♪ I believe we can reach
the morning light

♪ Fly me high through the starry skies

♪ Maybe to an astral plane

♪ Cross the highways of fantasy

♪ Help me to forget today's pain

♪ Ooh, dream weaver

♪ I believe you can get me
through the night

♪ Ooh, dream weaver

♪ I believe we can reach
the morning light

♪ Though the dawn may be coming soon

♪ There still may be some time

♪ Fly me away
to the bright side of the moon

♪ And meet me on the other side

♪ Ooh, dream weaver

♪ I believe you can get me
through the night

♪ Ooh, dream weaver

♪ I believe we can reach
the morning light

♪ Dream weaver

♪ Dream weaver

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