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Who is it?
It's lieutenant Finley.

He's coming up the path. It might be
worth your while to listen to him, edna.

So he can tell me about d day?

I don't want to hear
about d day.

Look what happened
to my son on d day.

Um, hold it, Peggy. Cut from
"d day" halfway down the page...

To: "And don't tell me
about the black market."

You're making me a complete bitch just
to keep in your black market propaganda.

Look,
Peggy! I'll tell you...

Oh, Jesus! Oh!

Oh, bill! Bill!

Katie wants to keep in
the black market! Bill! Bill!

Oh, am I glad you're back.
How'd it go?

Oh, goddamn Pentagon. All
they see is red. Where's my coffee?

Oh, I'll give you some
in a minute.

That broad's always got
a feather up her ass.

Takes a reactionary to play
one. We're seven minutes over.

Where is my coffee? I'll
get you some in a minute.

Can't the o.W.I. Afford a gofer? And
where's Roxanne? I promised her a big night.

She called, and she said that
she couldn't make it. Oh, swell.

We'd like to get set up to
go from the top again, Mr. Verso.

What's the matter?
What the hell is this?

Two lines I wrote to cover
the cut on 12. No good, huh?

Morosky, let me do the
writing, will ya? Huh?

Christ, how I'm tired of
being a patriot for no money.

Yeah. Hmm. Can't come, huh?

Nope. Okay,
Katie. You're in luck.

Uncle Willie's gonna take you to El Morocco...
courtesy of the office of war information.

El Morocco?

All right, Americans.
Let's take it from the top.

One, two... one, two, three.

Hi. How are you doing?

Hi! How are ya?

Please clear the way.

Please clear the way.

But, sir, we have a reservation.

I told you once before.
There are no more tables.

But we called up,
and you said there was tables available.

I told you before. There are
no tables. But we called up...

I'd like to know your name. I'd also
like to know why you're not in uniform.

Jesus and Mary! These
boys have been in combat,

you fascist rope holder!

Don't you tip him!
Bill verso. O.W.I.

Sorry. No more tables. Get his
name! I want you to get his name!

You certainly can't get
his rank and serial number.

Hey, verso! Hey,
hairy old bill verso! Hey, tiny!

How are ya, man? Good to see ya. Captain,
you can't do that!

Thank you. They're
with us. Come on in.

Come on. Thank you.

Thanks a lot, tiny.
Good to see you.

Listen, Katie... hey,
jimbo!

Can't you leave your soapbox
at home just once? Huh?

Comin' through. Comin' through.

Uh,
what do you want to drink? Uh...

I know. Dubonnet over ice.

Dubonnet over ice
and a scotch straight up.

Here's your dubonnet,
morosky.

Oh, to be in uniform.

Hubbell gardiner.

What? That's his name.

Swell. What's hers?

I suppose they learn that
incredible balance on board ship.

Absolutely. Let's dance.

What have you got to lose?
I'll probably be going overseas

very soon. It's all hush-hush.

Save loyalist Spain!
Stop Franco!

For world peace now, write
president Roosevelt today!

Come on! Do something about it.

Save Spain! Stop Franco!

Stop the slaughter of innocent women
and children. Do something about it.

Write your congressman. You do it
today. Katie, what are you selling?

Stop... the r.O.T.C.

You can have it cheap.

Fascist.

Go!

Memories

like the corners

of my mind

misty watercolor

memories

of the way we were

row! Hubbell!

Scattered pictures

of the smiles we left behind

smiles we gave

to one another

for the way

we were

can it be

that it was all so simple then

or has time

rewritten every line

if we had the chance

to do it all again

tell me

would we

could we

memories

May be beautiful

and yet

what's too painful

to remember

we simply choose

to forget

so it's the laughter

We will

remember

whenever we remember

the way

we were

the way

we

Were

ooh.

A true peace rally
should cover the entire spectrum,

from extreme right to extreme
left... as our next speaker proves.

The president of the young communist
league, she needs no introduction...

Miss Katie morosky.

Shh!

I guess I do need an
introduction.

Back up, Katie!

Yeah! All the way to
Moscow!

You can still take communion
and like the Soviet union.

What's cookin'
in the kremlin, Katie?

The kremlin is worried about
the civil war in Spain. Are you?

Thousands of Spanish citizens are being
bombed and machine-gunned and murdered.

Only one country
is sending help. One country!

The Soviet union.

K-k-k-Katie,
be my c-c-c-comrade.

O-k-k-Kay.

What are you scared of?

The Russians don't want
anybody in Spain but the Spanish.

Is that scary?

They're communists,
yes. But they want total disarmament now.

Is that scary?

Hitler and Mussolini are using the Spanish
earth as testing ground for what they want...

Another world war!

Is that scary?
You're darn right it is!

There's only one thing to be
scared of, and it's not me.

It's not
the young communist league.

And it's not the red bogeyman.

You be scared
of anybody, anyplace,

who will not stand up
for world peace now!

You're really, um...
You're really something.

Really...
You're really beautiful.

No, I mean it.
You're really beautiful.

You're the best, the brightest,

the most committed generation
this country has ever had.

And that's why you're here
today, striking for peace...

Why they're striking on almost
every campus in this country.

They're taking that pledge now. So show
your solidarity by taking it with them.

"I refuse to support... "
come on. Come on.

"I refu... " come on.
Everybody, on your feet.

"I refuse to... " come on. That's right.
On your feet. Come on. Everybody.

I refuse to support...

No. Everybody! Everybody!

"I refuse to support the
government of the United States...

In any war it might conduct."

Now the, uh, the, uh,
student council calls this a peace rally.

And I call it a peace strike.

And I'm an English major.

It isn't that funny.

Ya fascists!

Katie, we have to talk about
this stuff. Wait a second.

You've been working on that
for two months.

Three. It's a short story.

How can it possibly take so...
Frankie McVeigh, you're not funny.

I know it. Listen.

Would you do me a favor? Take
the y.C.L. Meeting Monday night.

Katie,
you can't miss a meeting. I have to.

The story's due on Tuesday,
and she's gotta be good.

I mean, he died in the end.
If he hadn't died...

Look who's here...
America the beautiful.

How much do you have
in the treasury?

$542.18. Two fingers of bourbon.

Possible themes for the
senior prom. Best bourbon?

I.w. Harper. Best ice cream?

Fellas, you should be listening.

Nichols on route 1 outside
of new London, Connecticut.

- Best weather report?
- Uh, clearing skies.

"Forty-eight states." Ah, ah,
ah, ah, ah. Best clothes with sounds?

"Thirteen colonies." Mary
Johnson's "jingle bells."

J.j. J.J. Mary Ann
Johnson's "jingle bells."

Listen. Listening.

"Thirteen colonies,"
"the 48 states,"

"starlight, star bright"
and "in my merry oldsmobile."

How about
"breadlines can be fun"?

How about "the Stalin
shuffle"?

Okay. What are we gonna have?
Hamburgers? How about the, uh...

How about the college grad meets
the "Lenin-grad"? Cheeseburgers.

She's a million laughs.

What do you want?

I have the orders. What do
you want to drink? Coca-Cola.

Excuse me. You're all
decadent and disgusting.

Come on. We weren't
making fun of you.

Yes, you were. You make fun of
everything. You think politics is a joke.

Well, but you make fun
of politicians.

What else can you do with them?
You think Franco is so funny?

Franco? Is he here? Yeah.
Franco. He's a politician.

You think he's funny?
Well, so is Hitler.

He even has a funny moustache.
Why don't you have a Nazi prom?

Well, we thought of that,
but the uniforms itch.

Oh.

All right.

Comes a revolution,
maybe we'll all have a sense of humor.

Two hamburgers,
two cheeseburgers and four cokes.

Onion? Yeah. In the cokes.

If I read comparatively few
of your stories aloud in class,

it's because I think we
learn best from what's good...

Or, at least, talented.

Today, I'm going to read,
with a great deal of pleasure,

a remarkably good story...

From a surprising new source.

The name of the story
is "the all-American smile,"

and it's by hubbell gardiner.

"In a way, he was like
the country he lived in.

"Everything came
too easily to him,

"but at least he knew it.

About once a month, he worried
that he was a fraud."

"'Well, then, ' he said, 'there's
really no reason for us to change.'

"but, of course,
by then they were too lost or too lazy.

It had always been too easy."

The trouble with
some people is they work too hard.

Are you speaking to me?

Want a beer?

- I don't drink.
- One sip? One sip of beer?

Well? Why do you carry
your books all the time?

That's what
I crossed the street for?

I'm celebrating.
What are you celebrating?

I got you to cross the street.

Listen. I'm sorry, I, I, um...

I let so much time go by without
telling you that I really liked your story.

You're a good writer. Thank you.

Mrs. Simpson married the Duke of
windsor. It'll be in the papers tomorrow.

How do you know that? The
papers aren't even out yet.

Oh, I work in the linotype room,
um, two nights a week.

You never quit, do you?

Well,

thanks for getting me
across the street.

Hey.

I sold one.

Hmm? I sold a story.

I never knew of anybody who sold one. Oh,
boy, hubbell.

Okay. So have a drink.

Okay? Okay.

Sit.

To your first novel. Wait
a minute. Not so fast.

Why not?

Yeah, why not?

You should have laughed. Hmm?

"Any peace but Katie's piece."

God, you were good.
You really were. You had them.

You could have kept them
if only you'd laughed.

It wasn't funny. Well,
that's not the only reason to laugh.

You're a puritan. I am not.

You have no sense of humor. Members of my
family happen to think I'm extremely humorous.

Why are you always so angry?
I am not always.

Just because I don't know much
about your drippy coed humor.

I mean, I've never been inside one
of those, um, fraternities or sororities,

which is where, I'm sure,
they make up all that dirty stuff anyway.

Yeah,
I... that's pretty dirty business. Yeah.

Can I ask you a
personal question? Sure.

Do you smile all the time?

No.

No.

No. No.

Hey, here's to commencement.

A funny word for the end.

Well...

Mrs. Simpson married
the Duke of windsor.

Oh, I told you that, didn't I?

Yeah, you did.

I'm
really happy about your news.

I hope I get to read
your story someday.

Put your foot up here.

Go get 'em, Katie.

- See ya, hubbell.
- See ya.

Don't spill it on your dress.

Boy, would I like to have the sewing concession
when they want to shorten those dresses.

You know, to get some wear
out of them.

J.j.!

Grab your coat and get your hat

leave your worries
on the doorstep

just direct your feet I'm glad
we're not working on commission.

You know, I've never been to a dance before,
except the one the y.C.L. Gave for Spain.

Ooh, that happy tune
be your step

- life can be so sweet.
- Here. Have a drink.

Here. What is that, bourbon?

It's gin, Katie.
It's gin. Come on.

From the bottle?
That's so bourgeois.

Mmm. Let's dance.

Employees aren't supposed to.

You weren't supposed to buy
me a corsage either.

Come on. Let's dance.

If I never have a cent

I'll be rich rich as rockefeller

gold dust at my feet
can you, Frankie?

On the sunny

sunny side of the street

Frankie McVeigh,
you got a foot for dancing.

Whoo!

Hubbell?

Hubbell?

Hey.

Well, what do you know?

A small world, isn't it?

I fall asleep?

I think so.

What do you know?

Would you like to have
a cup of coffee?

Oh, yeah.

Coffee. Yeah.

Here you are, Katie, kiddo.
Good night.

Good night.

Good night, hubbell, old boy...
Whoever you are.

Who are you?

It's the top floor.

Only one more!

In there.

Oh, dear. Oh. Oh.

Hubbell?

Hubbell.

General quarters,
countdown! Stand safe!

Oh.

Hubbell.

Hubbell, it's Katie.

You didn't know it was Katie.

I'll have this done in a minute. Oh,
you don't have to do that.

Oh, no, no. It's okay.
I like to iron.

Gee, you have a lot
of ribbons here.

Do you have any aspirin?

Oh, I, I don't.

Uh, p-push in on your temples.

How can anybody
not have aspirin?

I always eat for a headache.

Do you have my watch?
Do you know where it is?

I took it off
and put it on the bedpost.

I, I thought you'd be hungry... well,
I... you didn't have to... oh.

I'm sure... here. I'll... I mean,
that's why I...

Thank you.

It's your hair.

That's what's different.

Yeah. I have it ironed.

You have your hair ironed?

- Mm-hmm.
- Does it hurt?

No.

Uh, why don't you have a cup of coffee,
at least. I-I'm a little low on sugar.

And I don't have any cream,
but it's real coffee.

No.

Mmm, no, thank you. I have
to meet j.J. At the train.

Looks... good, though.

You, you still have j.J.?

- Yeah. Well...
- so how long are you gonna be around?

I mean, uh,
where are you stationed?

In Washington. Oh,
that's good. That could be exciting.

Yeah. Why?

Roosevelt is there.

I thought the party said
he was an evil warmonger.

How do you know
what the party said?

You still think a varsity
letter stands for moron, huh?

Some people work out
better than we think.

Yeah.

Well, thank you very much. Oh, listen. Um,
this is the... this is my number here.

And this is the o.W.I. Office where I work.
This is the studio at the radio station.

I mean, it's very difficult
to find a hotel room,

and if you're ever in town, and you,
you know, can't find one, well, just...

No obligation, of course.

Thank you. Yeah.

Uh, about last night...

Oh, listen. I'm sorry. I've been
falling asleep all over the place lately.

- Oh, that's all right.
- But thanks for putting me up.

I hope I didn't keep you awake
with my snoring.

Oh, that's okay. I like snoring.

See ya, Katie.

See you, hubbell.

Good luck.

American-Soviet
benefit Friday night at town hall.

Come to the American-Soviet
friendship benefit Friday night.

American-Soviet benefit
at town hall, folks.

American-Soviet benefit. Come to
the American-Soviet benefit Friday night.

Thank you. Big show.
Big show at town hall, folks.

Come to the American-Soviet
benefit Friday night. Right.

American-Soviet benefit Friday night. Hey,
soldier, why don't you bring a date?

Come to the American-Soviet
friendship benefit Friday night.

Bring a date. Thank you very much.
Come to the American-Soviet benefit.

Thank you very much. American...
Jesus. I'm late for the o.W.I.

See you later, pony.
Okay. Bye-bye.

Bye! For
the United States.

Vote for Thomas e. Dewey. Oh,
listen. We gotta stop f.D.R.

We've just gotta... I'll take them. I'll
take them to your friends. I'll help you.

Yeah. Good night, now.
Dewey for president!

Blah!

C.d.h.q. America calling. Applications
are available at your local post office.

Thank you.
C.D.H.Q. America calling.

Can you identify them? Yes,
madam, even for an hour a day.

Twenty-five stuka dive-bombers.
Yes. I've got it, madam.

Yes, I remember Pearl harbor.
One moment. I'll connect you.

I mean, even if he lost the paper,
I'm still in the book.

It's only been a week. C.D.H.Q.

One moment, please.
I'll connect you.

Just one minute. C.D.H.Q.
He could phone at least.

C.d.h.q. America calling.
Thank you.

Where? You only got 11 jobs.
Applications are at your post office.

You've censored everything
but nine lousy minutes.

The army resents any implication
that we spit on our negroes.

Which you do. It's policy
not to aggravate the situation.

Now the negroes are a situation.
The Pentagon feels that after the war...

It'll be as crummy as it was
before the war, you racist fink.

Oh, what's the matter with
her this week? This week?

What do you mean? Look. Will you both
shut up? I have 21 minutes of dead air.

It's his fault. Hello?

Okay, okay! I'll sign. Hubbell?

Where are you? Grant's tomb.
I can't get a room anywhere.

Listen. Can I use your couch? Oh,
of course you can use my couch.

Morosky, we have work...
Will you, please?

Uh, hubbell. Um,
there's beer in the icebox,

and there's clean towels,
and if you want to take a nap,

why don't you just take off the phone and
put it in the bottom drawer of the desk?

How do
I get the key? I'll call the supers.

Thank you.

Hubbell!

Hey.

I wasn't sure when you'd
be home. How are ya?

I don't know when I'll be
back. Could you leave the key?

No, you can't.
You can't. You can't.

I got steaks and baked potatoes
and sour cream and chives and salad

and fresh baked pie.

I would have made
a terrific pot roast,

but I didn't know whether
you liked pot roast.

Anyway, there wasn't time because
it should be made the day before.

So I got steaks
with all my ration stamps,

and you must be hungry because
you... I mean, with all the hotel hunting,

you couldn't have had time
to eat or anything.

I mean, you can't go yet! You've got to
stay for supper. That's all there is to it.

What kind of pie?

O-ho, your hero, huh?

Who?

Yeah.

Now he wasn't in college when
he didn't lift a finger for Spain.

Congress was isolationist... I'll bet
you can justify the Nazi-Soviet pact.

Easier than you can justify the
allies sitting on their behinds...

While the Russians
were taking a beating.

Why can't you say "asses"?

Because I can't. Why?

What happened? I don't
know. Nothing.

What a subject for two
grown... it's interesting.

I mean, you'd
rather talk politics.

All the contradictions.

Should we get in the war?
Should we not get in the war?

Stalin's for Hitler.
Stalin's against Hitler.

It's all a lot of political
double-talk, but you hold on.

- I don't know how you do it.
- I don't know how you can't.

You're jealous.

What? You are.

Why are you jealous?

I'll live...

Maybe longer.

But you won't write
another novel.

You must have gotten
one of the two copies sold.

You get through it?
Oh, I managed.

Twice. I liked it, hubbell.

I liked it a lot.

What didn't you like?

The way you write
is no problem. No kidding.

Your style is absolutely
gorgeous, but, uh...

God. Gorgeous.

It is.

It is gorgeous.

But you... stand back.

Do you know what
I mean? Go ahead.

You see, the people...

You, you watch them...

From a distance.

Where? In the book.

I know in the book.
Where in the book?

Be specific.

All through it, hubbell.

But it's your first novel, and I'm
sure the second one will be, uh, great.

What makes you think I'm
gonna write a second novel?

Because you must. You're
too good a writer not to.

Are you really so sure of
everything you're so sure of?

Sure. Aren't you?

No. No. Not as sure.

Do things still come too easily?

Huh?

"In a way, he was like
the country he lived in.

Everything came
too easily to him."

Now what in hell
made you remember that?

I always wondered
if it would stay true.

Not altogether.

What doesn't come easy now?

Hotel rooms.

Be serious.

Do you know... You're beautiful?

You are.

But you mustn't be
too serious. I won't be.

I won't be.

Happy rosh hashanah.

What is it? What do you mean,
what is it?

You'd get to see
your old pal, j.J.

Oh, come on. It'll be fun. We can
all be disgusting and decadent...

And eat eggs Benedict
and vote republican.

I don't like eggs Benedict.
Don't you really?

Nope.

I'll bet you were a cheerleader.
Yeah. Me? Rah, rah.

Come on. No.

Maybe something terrible will
happen... you'll have a good time.

Paper doll
that I can call my own

a doll that other fellas...

Boy, this is some Navy
you're in, j.J. Hi, hub.

Hi, kid.

All this? It's not mine.
It belongs to my aunt.

Is that the one
that plays the accordion?

Does his aunt really play
the accordion?

Yeah. She got squeezed to death. No,
it...

She did not. She's gone overseas.
She's patriotic. She's with the u.S.O.

Best u.S.O.? Oh, um...

Come on. All right. Wait a
minute. I got it. Hollywood and vine.

- Best u.S.O. Hostess?
- Tallulah bankhead. - Betty grable?

Well, I hope your aunt
is under patton.

You can bet
she's under somebody.

Would you excuse me?

All right. Um,
okay. How about, uh...

Hey, hey. Gardiner. Gardiner.
Wait a second. Wait a second.

Best small hotel?
That's not fair. I haven't been abroad.

But I know it's
in Switzerland, and it's...

We don't want to make bad
jokes. San vergecee in "paree."

Pretty, isn't it? Yeah.

You look different.

It's my hair. I have it ironed.

You what? In Harlem.

I actually have friends
in Harlem.

I'm sure you do. Would you
like me to disapprove?

But how long
has this been going on?

I mean, hubbell gardiner
and k-k-k-Katie morosky.

Hey. No, no,
no. She looks... she looks terrific.

I like her, j.J.

You really haven't changed at all,
have you, Katie? Neither have you.

You're as pretty as ever.

For a while. I'm with j.J. Now.

Are you?

Excuse me.

Do you remember what she
looked like in college

compared to what she
looks like now?

Can I get you fellas a drink? No,
I don't think so.

Hey, what were you doing over
there? She seemed a little upset.

Gone away and left me
just like all dogs do

you do it, you know? You
make yourself feel out of place.

Your friends make me feel like
I'm invited for drinks...

And everyone else
is staying for supper.

Why don't you try
talking to them?

I have. No, you don't.

You don't talk. You lecture.

I mean, what was that speech
in there about yalta?

There isn't anybody in that room
that needs you to explain yalta.

No? Then why
all those silly jokes?

You did hear your friend j.J.
Call Roosevelt the yaltese falcon.

Well, I... I thought
it was pretty funny.

And that yammering about
selling your novel to Hollywood.

I hope that's supposed
to be funny.

Why? Yeah. Why?

Because you're too good
for Hollywood. That's why.

Maybe I'd be lucky to sell
a book to Hollywood. Oh.

I don't know, and you don't know
either. You've never even been there.

Besides, this isn't the point. Why
can't we just relax and enjoy the party?

I mean, honest to god.
You get into politics,

and your sense of humor
goes right out the window.

I guess there are just
some things...

That are difficult for me
to laugh about, hubbell.

Of a fickle-minded
real live girl.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I got caught up at the studio,
and then Billy was in one of his bad moods,

and then I met somebody from the party who
wondered why I haven't been to the meetings...

What? What? What?
The first eight chapters.

Oh.

If you want to read 'em, read
it, but let's not discuss it.

Okay. All right. And I...

If you don't like it, you have to say you
don't like it and why you don't like it.

What if I like it? Waiter.

How are ya?

Come in.

How ya doin'? Fine.

- Is that new?
- No, it was in the other room.

Ah! Looks good there.

Plants are all growing, huh?

How's your mother?

Much better, like the news.

I have a chance to sell
my book to Hollywood.

I know. J.J. Told me. Oh, yeah?

What... what do you
think about that?

What do you think about
living in sunshine all year long...

And going to work
in a sports car?

Sailing. Sounds wonderful.

Would you like a drink?

No.

No, I just, uh, stopped.

I was out walking.

Hey, thanks.

I love the way you write.

Franklin
Roosevelt is dead.

Most of you have
already heard the news.

But it will take days,
perhaps weeks, even months...

For the final tragedy of what
happened at 5:45 A.M. this morning...

To be fully comprehended.

What seems particularly
touching is that he will not be here...

To share in a victory
which is so close at hand.

Did you get a seat?

I was talking to...
There was this older guy on...

You know that steel
platform between cars? Yeah.

And I helped him
open a, a big door.

He needed air and...

Jesus. I can't even remember
when he wasn't president.

Well, a fourth term was just
too much for the old man.

Yeah, a third was
too much for my old man.

At least it'll end those bad Eleanor
jokes. Some were pretty funny.

How about that one about Eleanor down
in the mine with all those hillbillies.

Oh, right. Her face was covered with grime,
right?

Grime?
For Christ sakes, judianne.

Eleanor went down into a mine and
got her face all black with coal dust.

Those hillbillies saw
those big buckteeth shinin'...

Her husband is dead!

Dead!

Yes, Mrs. Roosevelt
went down into the mines.

When they asked her why,
she said, "I am my husband's legs."

Did you tell the cripple
jokes, too?

Is there anything that isn't
a joke to you people?

Sorry.

- Who makes up jokes anyway?
- J.J.'S old man.

Scads of
swell material here for a good novel.

That is, if this is
what you wanna write about.

People who tell stupid jokes
instead of feeling something.

Hey, hey. Why don't we
meet up every five years...

Or every time a president
conks, whichever's sooner.

What are you doin'?
What are we doin' here?

What is so hot about being here?

J.j.'s gonna buy your book,
and we're all gonna go to Hollywood.

Take it easy, Katie.

Katie, lots of good writers
went there. Fitzgerald...

He's dead,
ya dummy! I know that.

It's none of your business. He died of booze
and canapes like this and people like you!

Goddamn it! Stop it!

The guy told a bad joke.
He's sorry.

Why did you bring me here? I mean,
couldn't we have gone for a walk?

Or sit on a bench or something?

I did not want to go to
some place sad and feel sadder.

What is the matter with
feeling sadder? It won't help!

The president died, and
it just didn't happen to you!

Everything in the world that happens
does not happen to you personally!

Now behave yourself.

I don't wanna behave myself. I
don't care about behaving myself!

Then don't. Do what you want.

- I wanna get out of here.
- All right.

I meant us.

And then what?

See ya later, Katie. Hmm?

Oh, yeah. See ya.

Good night, my beauty.
You can finish in the morning.

Cheer up. I'm about to have a big night,
and I want to think of you as smiling.

Good night, Billy.

Hi.

Hi.

Gee, I thought you got sent
overseas. Could I talk to you?

Sure.

Listen, I was a bad girl. I
know that. But I'm better now.

You see, it was like a tantrum.
I get them from time to time.

It's like an eclipse.
Don't apologize.

Don't apologize, please.
I'm not here for apologies.

I wanted to have
an apology dinner.

I filled my icebox with stuff,
and I... hey.

Oh, I'm a pain in the ass,
aren't I?

Oh, I swear now.
I go to swearing school.

48th street soundproof school.
I'm already up to the f's.

I'm also taking a course on laughing,
and I'm studying protestant cookery.

Don't. Don't.

Are you finished?

Look, Katie, I...

Oh, god, please, don't start a sentence
with "look." It's always bad news.

I don't think we're
gonna make it, Katie.

Why?

I just don't think
it's gonna work. That's all.

I was too easy for you. Easy?

I don't mean sexually. I mean easy,
like everything is for you.

You really think you're easy?

Compared to what,
the hundred years' war?

You're so ready to fight,
you don't have time to understand anything.

Counterattack, politics,
revolution, cause!

That's fine.
That's all fine... for you.

So do it. Stay with it.
I admire it.

- Up to a point.
- That's right. Up to a point!

Okay,
okay! Don't belabor it. I get it.

I get it.

I don't fit on beekman place.
That's what's really wrong.

You really think that's
what I'm talking about?

Yes, I do. No demands.
Just fun, laughs.

Go ahead. Go, go,
go... go have a good time on beekman place.

You want to end it nicely like a
gentleman? You have. So go on, go! Get out!

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

I'm calm now.

You can go.

It's me.

Hubbell...

Um... wait a minute.
Hold on a minute.

Don't go away.

Listen, hubbell, um,
this is kind of peculiar.

Um, I know that, uh,

I don't have to apologize
for what I said because...

I know that you know...

And, um...

Well, I also know that you... I mean,
you know that I don't feel exactly...

Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed,
as j.J. Would say.

Uh, anyway,

the peculiar thing is I, uh...

It's really a request,
you know, a favor.

Uh, you see, I can't sleep,
hubbell, and...

It would help me so much
if, if you could, uh,

well, if I had
someone to talk to.

You know, if I had a...

I had a best friend or
something to talk about it with.

Only you're my best friend.

Isn't that dumb? It's so dumb.

You're the best friend
I ever had.

And...

It would help me so much if you could just
come over and you'd see me through tonight.

Listen, hubbell, I promise
I won't touch you...

Or beg you...

Or embarrass you.

But, you see, I have to talk to my best
friend about someone we both know.

So could... hubbell,
could you please...

Come over right away, please?

There's some sleeping pills
in the medicine cabinet.

Here.

Isn't one enough? No.

I'm scared. Well, take them.

Will you stay
till I fall asleep?

I'm really sorry.

But that's what
best friends are for.

Aren't they?

There's something
I want to ask you.

Oh, I hope this doesn't make
me drunk instead of sleepy.

Don't drink it like water.

Okay.

It's because I'm not
attractive enough, isn't it?

I'm not fishing, really.
I'm not.

I know I'm attractive...
Sort of.

But...

I'm not attractive in the...

I'm not attractive
in the right way, am I?

I mean,

I don't have the right style...

For you, do I?

Be my friend.

No.

You don't have the right style.

I'll change.

No! Don't change. You're your
own girl. You have your own style.

But then I won't have you.
Why can't I have you? Why?

Because you push too hard.

Every damn minute.

I mean, we don't...

There's no time ever to
just relax and enjoy living.

Everything's too serious
to be so serious.

If I push too hard,
it's because I want things to be better.

I want us to be better.
I want you to be better.

Sure, I make waves. You have to,
and I'll keep making them...

Until you're every wonderful
thing you should be and will be.

You'll never find anyone
as good for you as I am,

to believe in you as much
as I do or love you as much.

- I know that.
- Well, then why?

Do you think if I come back
it's gonna be okay by magic?

What's gonna be changed?
What's gonna be different?

We'll both be wrong. We'll
both lose. Couldn't we both win?

God. I...

Oh, god, I...

Look, I like Hollywood.
I like Alice Faye.

Don't, don't. No, please.

I can't...

God!

Somebody's getting up.
Aren't you sleepy yet?

Uh-uh. You are.

I'm exhausted.

Katie, you expect so much.

Oh, but look what I've got.

Jesus. Your director lives here?

Actually, he lives in a little room
over the garage. The servants live here.

How can he work
in a place like this?

Bissinger doesn't work.
He's the director. Come on.

As long as you're writing in
France by next fall, I don't care.

And now, back to krs,
music for a summer afternoon.

Oh, well,
everybody's here. Everybody who's anybody.

What,
no ice-skating rink? It's in the cellar.

Well, hubbell. Hi, George.

I'm George bissinger. Glad
you could make it. Hello.

This is my wife,
Vicki. Hi.

Hi. How are you?
It's Kate, isn't it?

- It's Katie.
- Can I get you a drink?

No, thanks. No, thank you.

Rhea!

I want you to meet my agent.

Reported to be
the greatest agent in town.

If I were a great agent,
would I be an agent?

Hello. Hello. Nice to meet you.

You may think those are croquet
balls she's slamming around.

But actually they're from her
collection of shrunken writer's heads.

Have you seen the bissinger
collection? We'll talk later.

Would you believe this fearless
band of Hollywood intellectuals...

Is plotting
to overthrow the government?

Why, they couldn't
overthrow louella Parsons.

Yes, in '37 in Munich,
Hitler was a joke too.

This is Paula reisner,
our resident pessimist.

I'm sorry.

Oh, they're coming, all right,

to investigate all us
communist subversives.

They're just out
to get election yardage...

By coupling their names to the
great jerks of the silver screen.

You do know they're getting
people to testify in secret.

Horses' asses.

Maybe, but we can't even write our
congressman. He's on the committee.

Come on, George. It's your shot.

Alice in wonderland.
Come on. Thank you.

Hubbell, hi. Why aren't you
home making the script brilliant?

Listen to the producer. The script's so
brilliant, you don't even understand it.

I'm so glad you came. I
was gonna call you. Really?

I'm giving j.J. A birthday
party next week. 45, huh?

Everybody's gotta come
as one of the Marx brothers.

K-K-Katie, you could come
as Karl. Still stuttering, huh?

I'll tell you one thing.
I'm not coming as Groucho.

Good, you can come as Harpo. That
way you won't be able to talk. Ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha. I think
your director's an idiot.

The way you two talk,
if I had a bull, I would bullwhip you!

Too high?

Too low? You're
trying to tell me something?

What? He's
here? In the room? Good god!

You can have ten years
in leavenworth,

11 years in twelveworth
or five-and-ten in woolworth.

To control thought,
you mean. Censorship!

Let's not dramatize this.
I'm sure it'll all blow over.

That line is absolutely
necessary, George.

That's the point of the scene.

Don't need it. The point's better made by
those insane dancers in red, white and blue.

There are no dancers
in his book.

You can't just have dancers for
the sake of having dancers. Please.

Brooks, if we get this thing organized,
you have got to talk.

Oh, please,
I can't talk in front of people. Come on!

I'll write it, all right?

He doesn't understand what you're
writing about. I never liked his movies.

Honk, honk, honk,
said the duck.

You rang? Your wish is my command. Oh,
god.

This morning I shot an
elephant in my pajamas.

How he got there
I'll never know.

What are you hungry for?
I'm hungry for your absence.

Let's meet at
my house on Sunday.

Is Paula reisner a red? My heavens,
I don't know.

Why? It was just
something I heard.

You're listening to the wrong people.
Stop it. Come on. I have an early day.

I have a mind to join a club and beat you
over the head with it. Got a better one?

It's hard to catch an elephant in Africa,
but, of course, in Alabama their tuscaloosa.

Here. He thinks
bissinger's right.

How dare you!

Repeter apres moi,
s'il vous plait.

Repeter apres moi,
s'il vous plait.

Ou est la gare, s'il vous plait.

Ou est la gare, s'il vous plait.

Hey. Hey what?

Would you please stop it? I
can't... this is coming out in French.

Well, maybe bissinger
will like it better in French.

Here. Taste this.

Oh!

How is it? It's great.

Yeah? Yeah.

Okay. I'll study French cooking
while you finish your novel.

Done much thinking about it? No,
not much.

Well, it's very hard
here, you know.

But when we're ensconced
in our villa...

How about you? Have you
read any good books lately?

No, but I wrote two reports of
books that have not been written yet.

You're gonna get the sack. I can
always go back to brain surgery.

They never read my synopses
anyway. They just pay me for them.

Well, why don't you quit?
I mean, after all.

I'm laying a nice little
nest egg for France.

Italy. France!

Spain? Never.

Jamais. China, maybe.

That's where one of my
phony synopses takes place.

China? Well, public's fed up with westerns,
Myrna. High time we had an eastern.

Got a title?

Shivouth! Exclamation
point. Sounds catchy.

You see, Melvin, there's this kibbutz
of Chinese Jews living in a rice paddy.

And he... no,
she cooks communist rice paddies.

Oy! So he gets the idea...

Of calling them matzas.
You read the book!

Backwards.
Oh, I got one for you.

I don't think
I can take another one.

Loudmouth Jewish girl from New
York City comes to Malibu, California,

and tells her gorgeous
goyisha guy... Good alliteration.

That, uh, that she's pregnant,
you see, and, uh,

and he just looks at her and...

Are you kidding? No.

Oh. Don't be afraid to touch.

I'm not.

Okay, big team,
they can't handle this much flak.

Ha, ha! Watch the spike, guys!

Cover it! Cover it! Cover it!

Watch the spike!
Get it, Katie sweetheart!

All right. One more time.

Make me name
the names of my friends?

Hungry? The witness
will please answer the question.

You have no right
to make me name others

in order to comply
with an illegal...

Sergeant!
Take the witness away.

You've just heard
excerpts from today's session...

Of the house on UN-American activities
committee hearings on communism...

I'll make the salad.
Oh, good. Thank you.

Watch out for the paint. It
takes forever to dry down here.

You'll be in Beverly Hills
before it dries.

France, not Beverly Hills.

Not if I get hubbell
the deal I'm working on.

What deal? Three more pictures,
provided this one works out.

Think he's interested?
Oh, I certainly hope so.

It'll mean a lot
more money, Kate.

You and hubbell
could live in style.

I thought we did, rhea.

Pop sent me
a list of names today.

"For my grandson,
the following names are okay with me:

"Thomas Jefferson gardiner,
Solomon David gardiner,

Eugene v. Debs gardiner."

What if it's a girl?

Well, if it's a girl, actually,
there's only one name. It's my mother's.

Yeah,
what's that? Rachel.

What?

So keep your fingers crossed.

My director always wants changes.
Fortunately, I have a memory for molnar.

Every time he gets drunk,
he shows up at 3:00 in the morning

and climbs in bed with us.

What's this picture
about anyway?

Cowboys and Indians.

Oh.
Not too loud. Brooks wrote it.

Tonight the Indians
are the good guys.

Can you do that,
Brooks? It's UN-American, but we can try.

I think I'm calm enough.
Vicki, let's start.

Don't pull that old trick with the
sunglasses. I know when you're sleeping.

He wrote the
best western I've ever read.

I mean it.

Oh, there they are. Hey, velez and
yolanda. Here. I saved you a seat.

Thank you. We didn't
miss anything, did we?

All right, Floyd.

How's my godchild? Very happy.

Put it down.

My god.

What the hell...
what the hell is goin' on?

What did it,
George? Picasso?

What's the trouble?

Testing. Do you get us?

George, what the hell
is going on?

We're being recorded.

Floyd! Please! Would
you knock it off up there?

Floyd, stop it!

Floyd, hold it!

Well, children, I'm going to sue the
United States government for that painting.

We've got to do something
about this tonight right now.

Do you have a lawyer?
Anybody we can call?

Shouldn't we let them
know what's happening?

How do we know
this room isn't bugged too?

Most of the country
would never believe this.

Most of the country
will never know about it.

We can't let this happen. I mean,
we have rights.

Can't the studios
do something about this?

We have got to
do something about it. We.

Bissinger says
this scene isn't necessary.

I told him he's wrong. What do
you think? You're the producer.

He's the director.
You're the producer!

Easy, will ya?

Yeah, easy.

Hey, hub, do you know what's
going on over at your house? Sure.

You know what they're doing?

I don't know. Overthrowing the government,
I suppose.

Let's see. Sunday's volleyball.
Today's Monday. Yeah.

They like to overthrow
the government on Monday.

They plan to go to Washington
to challenge the committee on

the basis of the
first amendment.

What?

Well, well.

Think anybody
knows what it says?

Katie does.

That's for sure.

Do you know some actor comes
up to me yesterday and says

this line doesn't make
any sense.

What the hell does he
know about it? Hubbell.

What do you think? If they go,
it'll only make more trouble.

They may not have jobs
to come back to.

What do you want from me, hmm?

- Tell Katie to stay out of it.
- You tell her.

- All right, I will.
- I'll buy tickets to that.

Would you just tell her
to go easy then, all right?

Yeah, sure I will. Would
you tell bissinger to go easy?

You're the producer.
What the hell is eating you?

Nothing. Nothing.
The war's over, right?

Movies.

Do you realize this is
the first job we've ever had?

Athletic scholarship.
Doesn't that count?

Doesn't count, buddy.

Well, then, officer,
landing craft, south pacific.

Nope.

What are you talkin' about?
We got paid 150 a month.

Doesn't count.

You want a drink? No.

Uh, there's, uh,
a little trouble at home.

I have to keep my wits about me.

Old Carol Ann.

Don't take any crap.
To the both of us.

And to all the absent friends,
class of '37.

Bon soir. Is this
the gardiner house?

And I'm the gardener.

How are ya doin'? Okay.

Aha! Your lover chain-smokes,

no doubt to compensate
for his extreme shortness.

He has an enormous heart
and no sense of humor.

You found us out.

He calls himself Brooks kropatkin,
but that is not his real name.

No? What is it? Carpenter.

Carpenter, aha.
Who told you that?

J.j., with whom I was not drinking,
because he no longer drinks...

Due to trouble at home.

Oh, no. Oh, yeah.

Well, Carol Ann's 33.
Not many moves left.

Well, we're all 33 practically.

Oh, not you. Not the quiz kid.
What were you, 16 in college?

What's going to happen?

You're going to Washington.

I meant with j.J. And Carol Ann.

That's another house. In this house,
the wife is going to Washington, D.C.

Gonna take the baby with you?

I thought I might.

Well, nothing like
an early education.

I'd like her to learn early
not to be frightened.

- Her?
- Him.

Why don't you come with us?

We're kind of back
where we started, aren't we?

That's not true, hubbell.

Okay. Now, why don't
we all just stay home, hmm?

I can't.

And named the
names of 14 of his fellow actors.

He described in detail
their various associations...

With what were termed
as subversive organizations.

The ten men of the original 19 who
refused to testify before the committee,

known as the Hollywood ten,

are awaiting the verdict of the
supreme court in their appeal...

And there he is! Jack Armstrong!

Oh, no, no!
The all-American boy!

Hey, you look good,
huh? I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

Oh! I like it.

Isn't she lovely?
America's sweetheart.

There you go. I'd forgotten.

You know, she really was
getting to those people.

Take a look at
some of those faces.

Oh,
she was a spellbinder. She sure was.

I'd forgotten about that.

She's beautiful, huh?

Yea, Katie!

That's my wife. Mr. Bissinger!

How are you?

Mr. Bissinger, do you have any
comment regarding the Hollywood ten?

They're running toward
martyrdom and will achieve nothing

but their own destruction.

Standing up for a principle
doesn't make you a martyr.

If you don't like this country,
why don't you get out?

It's my country too!

They could have denied everything
and confused everyone as others did.

They didn't want
to deny everything!

Can we hold this press
conference some place else?

What are you doing here, George?
Somebody might put your name on a list.

I refuse to be intimidated,
little Kate. Those men feel the same way.

Free speech is all we're talking about.

Those men are fighting for your right
to make any kind of picture you want.

All you can do is strut
around here making cynical remarks.

Commies go
home! Open it up here.

Could we get a statement from you,
Mrs. Gardiner? Not now, please.

Yes, I would like to ask these people
why they think we just fought a war.

- Why don't you get the hell out?
- What are you afraid of?

Shut your mouth,
you commie bitch!

Hey! Come on now! Hubbell!

Hubbell! Break it up!

Hubbell!

Hey! Get them outta here!

You two wait in here until
we get the crowd clear.

Are you okay? Yeah.

You're bleeding. I'm fine.

It's always fun meeting trains,
you know?

I'm sorry, hubbell.
I really didn't expect this.

You didn't expect
to come to Hollywood...

And get a chance to tell off
the world either, did ya?

Is that what
you think I'm doing?

You bet I do.

I'm not telling off
the world, hubbell.

I'm just standing up for
something I believe in.

Doesn't it make you angry listening
to bissinger ridicule those men?

Calling them martyrs just because
they have guts which he doesn't...

To fight for their principles,
fight for their bill of rights,

his bill of rights and yours!

Bill of rights? What bill of rights?
We don't have any bill of rights!

We don't have free speech in
this country. We never will have!

We never will if people aren't
willing to take a stand for what's right!

We never will have
because people are scared!

This isn't college. This is grown-up
politics, and it's stupid and dangerous.

What are you telling me to do, sit by
and shut up just because it's dangerous?

I'm telling you it's a waste.
That's what I'm telling you.

Those men and their families are only gonna
get hurt, and nothing is gonna change!

And after jail,
after five or six years of bad blood,

when it's practical for some fascist
producer to hire some communist writer...

To save his ass because his
hit movie is in trouble, he'll do it!

They'll both do it! They'll make
movies. They'll have dinner.

They'll play tennis. They'll make
passes at each other's wives.

Now what in the hell did
anybody ever go to jail for?

For what? A political spat?

Hubbell, you are telling me
to close my eyes...

And to watch people being destroyed
so that you can go on working.

Working in a town that doesn't
have spine enough to stand up

for anything but making a buck!

I'm telling you that people are more
important than any goddamn witch-hunt.

You and me, not causes,
not principles.

Hubbell, people
are their principles.

Oh, god...

All the head of the studios have,
uh, reversed their positions.

And, um, any employee who, uh,

is an unfriendly witness
before the committee is, uh,

fired.

Oh, Jesus.

So now we have
an official blacklist.

It's an open season
for witch-hunters...

And, uh, stool pigeons.

Now the problem is
how to convince the public...

That a stool pigeon is a hero.

More like
these damn palm trees.

They don't belong here either.
They were brought in, and they look it.

I'm sure that
they don't like it either.

What if he does,
Paula? What is more important to you?

He is. So that's your choice,
Katie.

Give him my love too. I will.

Thanks, Paula.

It's no reflection on anything other
than the fact that you're new to all this,

film technique,
especially for the novelist.

He's too close
to his own material.

I'm not a novelist.
I'd like to think of myself...

As a screenwriter.

I wanna be up front
with ya on this.

I know what changes
have to be made.

I just don't know
if you can make 'em.

Listen, George, nobody else understands
that story. Nobody knows it. It's mine.

Mine. I
know where it came from.

I know
what the heart of it is.

I mean, you rem...
Hey, you remember...

Those few days just before the war started,
before we had to change.

I... you... don't... don't
lose what I know about it.

Work with me on it.

Work with me closely,
fine, but I...

I know the dialogue from
the book is slowing the film up.

But I can fix that.

I learn fast. I always have.
Things come...

Uh...

Oh, Christ, George. I can do it.

I know what you want.
I know what your concept is.

I'll make your changes.

Let me.

With no resistance?

No. No resistance.

Okay?

Hi.

Hi.

Bad times?

Can't be all bad.

How's the picture?

Troubled.

I'm going back to New York.

New York.

When are you leaving?

Not until tomorrow.

I'm getting rid of some things
in my apartment.

There's some champagne...
For bon voyage?

Well, it's, uh...
It's getting better.

Better.

Well, it's, uh...
It's most unusual.

When it's, uh, slow, it seems,
uh, necessary to be slow.

Of course, you know,
with the audience...

Thank you, Paula, my dear. Well,
I shall have my Brandy in bed.

We shall conduct
a postmortem in the A.M.

Good night, Paula, hubbell,
j.J., silent Kate.

Thank you, Floyd.
Thank you very much. Vicki.

Good night, Mr. Bissinger.

Well, j.J., shall we go
and have some wine...

And you will tell me
your problems...

And I will tell you how the UN-American
gentleman offered to give me some names...

To name in Washington.

Take care, darling. Good-bye.

True to life,
so true to life, hubbell.

I'll be up late in case you guys want
to stop by on your way to the beach.

Okay, hub? Yeah.

Well, that was
a gripping experience.

"So true to life, darling."

The only picture she
hasn't knocked is Potemkin.

She's probably a dyke anyway.

She is not.
She has two grandchildren.

Oh, god.

Katie, the day you die, you'll
still be a nice Jewish girl.

Are you still
a nice gentile boy?

I never was.

I only looked it to you.

That's not true. Oh, yes, it is.

When you love someone, from Roosevelt
to me, you go deaf, dumb and blind.

Not blind, hubbell,

and certainly not dumb.

Who told you?

A friend.

Some friend.

Well, it's a friendly town,

if you don't mind having
your friends inform on you.

I suppose you'll say
it doesn't mean anything.

It doesn't.

Your picture will be a smash,
hubbell. Congratulations.

But you didn't like it.

- Let's say I appreciated it.
- What didn't you like?

Are
you finished for the night, sir?

Yes. Thank you.

Why did you have to go with her?

Tell me I'm not good enough.
Tell me you don't like my politics.

Tell me I talk too much.

You don't like my perfume,
my family, my pot roast.

But for god sake, you didn't have to
go back to beekman place, did ya?

Katie, what's wrong with us...

Has nothing to do
with another girl.

Oh, give up...

Please.

I can't. I hate
what you did to your book.

I hate the picture. I hate those
people. I hate the palm trees.

I wish it would rain.

Oh, I want...

I want...

What?

I want us to love each other.

Give me a beer.

Coming up, skipper.
There you go.

Well, what the hell. It doesn't
matter anyway. She wasn't much.

Aw, don't get sloppy.
You had some good days.

It's the rum.

No excuse, buddy.

It's not like, you know,

losing somebody like Katie.

That would be a loss.

Best Saturday afternoon?

1933, when brud Holland
was out with a bad knee.

Best month?

April. Best year?

Best year? 1944.

No, '45.

'46.

It's amazing how decisions
are forced on you Willy-nilly.

You never did want to finish
your book, did you?

I don't know. I...

I guess I never really thought
there was much point.

And you never really wanted
to go to France, did you?

No, I didn't. You wanted me to.

Yeah.

Oh, boy. Oh, girl.

Wait a minute. Are you all right? Yeah,
I'm fine.

Here. Sit back.

Thank you.

Wouldn't it be lovely
if we were old?

We'd have survived all this,

and everything would be
easy and uncomplicated,

the way it was
when we were young.

Katie, it was
never uncomplicated.

But it was lovely,

wasn't it?

Yes. It was lovely.

Will you do me
one favor, hubbell?

Will you stay with me
till the baby's born?

More flowers for you,
Mrs. Gardiner.

I, uh... I thought...

It's a nice room. Yeah, it is.

Did you get your father?

Yeah.

I'd like to call her Rachel.

Fine.

Did you see her yet?

Yeah.

She's... she's...
I don't know. She's little.

Little.

I've got the crib together.

You look ab... oh,
you don't have it ironed anymore.

What? Your hair.

Oh. No, I don't.

- It's pretty.
- Thank you.

Still married?

Sure. What are you
doing in New York?

Uh, well, I've been
writing a television show.

Really?

Oh, there's an experience.
Everything happens so fast.

Shoot it all in one day,
live, on the air.

Everybody running around
in a constant state of panic.

You remember how it
was on the radio. Yeah.

Same thing here,
only with cameras.

And craziness... my god,
what craziness. Make a great comic novel.

It sounds wonderful,
hubbell. Really.

Your taxi's ready, sir. Uh...

Listen, I'm awfully late. Um, will you
please call and come for a drink, please?

It's the only David x. Cohen
in the book. Nice to meet you.

- What's the "x" for?
- The only David x. Cohen in the book.

Hi. I'm sorry I'm late.
How we doin', huh?

Oh,
wonderful. We got 122 on that one. 122?

Charlene called from downtown.
She's doing just great. Marvelous.

Wonderful. Let me see.

That's a good one too,
don't you think? Yeah.

What about ilene? You never give up, do you?

Only when I'm
absolutely forced to.

But I'm a very good loser.

Better than I am.

Well, I've had... More practice.

Your girl is lovely, hubbell.

Why don't you bring her
for a drink when you come?

I can't come, Katie.

I can't.

I know.

How is she?

She is just beautiful.

You would be so proud
of her, hubbell.

I'm glad.

Is he a good father?

Yes, very.

Good.

See ya, Katie.

See ya, hubbell.

Ban the bomb!

Join the thousands of
Americans who are protesting...

The use and manufacture
of the a-bomb.

Memories write your
congressman today.

May be beautiful and yet

what's too painful to remember

we simply choose to forget

so it's the laughter

we will remember

whenever we remember

the way we were

the way we

were.