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Aren't you tired?
No.

There's so much of it.

Do you think we'll live
here all the time, Pop?

Want to?

Sure. I like it.

Why did we always
live in California?

Oh, I was born there,
got married there,

just went right on
living there.

Did Mother ever come
with you to New York?

No. I was here by myself
once for three days.

You still think
of her, Tommy?

Sort of.
Not all the time.

Just sometimes.

How old was I when
she died, Pop?

You were four years old.

A long time.

You ever going to
get married again?

Maybe. Want me to?

I don't care.
I like it fine this way.

But Grandma says
you're getting tougher

and tougher to have
around the house.

She does, does she?

Any more complaints
from Grandma?

She says you're
too picky and choosy.

Where are we going?

To meet Grandma at Saks.

Hey, Pop,
look at that.

What's he
supposed to be doing?

That's a statue
of Atlas, Tommy.

He's carrying the world
on his shoulders.

No kidding? That's what
Grandma says you're doing.

And she wishes you'd leave
the world alone a while.

Oh, yeah? Looks like I'm
gonna have to slug Grandma.

Hey, we're late. Grandma's
going to slug us.

Come on.

I just love
waiting for people.

I always say there's nothing
as much fun as standing around

waiting for people
who are always late.

Well, we're late, Ma,

because I've been carrying the
world around on my shoulders.

It's kind of heavy.
You can't walk too fast.

Put it down gently, dear, and give
me some money for your son's shoes.

Now I'll thank you, Tommy, to
keep your mouth shut hereafter.

I told Pop he was
getting tougher

and tougher to have
around the house, too.

How much are shoes
in New York?

Better give her
10 bucks.

Wish me luck, Ma. I'm going
up to the magazine now.

Good luck, Phil. I hope it's something you
want this time, and not too far away.

It'll be right here. Otherwise,
Minify wouldn't have

gone through all the trouble
to get us the apartment.

Does Mr. Minify always
tell you what to write?

Don't you ever think up
what to write yourself?

Well, yeah, I think
sometimes for myself.

Well, I'm late.
Have fun.

Boys' shoes?

Fourth floor. Yes?

Toy department, please?
Second floor.

Thank you.

-Right in there.
-Thank you.

Smith's Weekly, please.

Reception room. Sixth floor.
Right in there.

-Going up.
-Twelve, please.

Yes. I did have
an appointment.

I'm sorry. I have
no record of it.

I spoke with his secretary
day before yesterday,

and she said to come
in this morning.

He'll be in himself
in a half hour.

If you don't mind
waiting, I'll try again.

Yes, please?

I have an appointment
with Mr. Minify.

Name, please?
Schuyler Green.

Schuyler Green. Telegram
for Mr. Pendleton.

Through the door, second
office to the right.

Thank you.

Schuyler Green
to see Mr. Minify.

Thank you. Mr. Minify
is expecting you.

Mr. Herman will
call for these.

Janet

For Mr. Minify.

Follow me, please.
Thanks.

Yes, please? Miss
Dettrey's expecting me.

RECEPTIONIST:
Just a moment, please.

Mr. Green.
Oh, Mr. Green.

Mr. Minify's on
the long distance.

He'll be through
in a moment.

Won't you sit down? Thanks.

Have you seen the last issue?
No. Thank you.

Mr. Green
out there yet?

Yes. Mr. Green is here.

Good. I'll be right out.

Come in. Come in.
Glad you're here, Green.

This is all right now, Miss Miller.
Get it off airmail special.

Glad to see you.
Come on in.

Thanks.

Sit down.

Finding your way around?

Almost.
Good.

Mother and kid
like New York?

Fine. They like the
apartment, too. Thanks.

Had a bit of luck. Probably the
last apartment left in Manhattan.

Getting to know people here?
Well, not yet.

I'm always a little
bit slow about that.

We'll fix that up right away.
How about tonight at my place?

Having some people, couple
of girls and some people.

Thanks.
Some other time.

Nonsense. I won't ask you another time.
Here's the address.

Miss Miller, don't disturb me
till I call you, for anything.

Tell Mrs. Minify Mr. Green's
coming to dinner.

Now, get good
and comfortable.

There. Because I'm
going to talk to you

for about an hour.

Maybe two.
I've had an idea.

Do go into the bar,
won't you?

I'd love a martini. Why
don't we get you one.

-Fine.
-Jessie.

Schuyler Green I've been
telling you about. My wife.

Oh, don't be silly, John.
I know Mr. Green.

I've read everything
he ever wrote.

You just never stop talking.
Get him a drink.

What'll you have?
A martini.

Good.

Kathy, this is
Mr. Green.

My niece, Miss Lacy,
and Bill Lacy.

How do you do?
How do you do?

You better clear
things up now, Jessie,

or it'll never get
straightened out.

Well, Mr. Green...

Kathy and Bill have been divorced
for a couple of years, Green.

Calls herself Miss Lacy
and confuses everybody.

All very friendly, very
civilized, and very dumb.

Likes your stuff, though.

Please sit down,
Mr. Green.

Bill, would you get me another?
Sure.

Way it was before all right?
Just right. Thank you.

I haven't read everything
you've written, Mr. Green,

but what I have has been...
Thanks.

What do people call a guy
whose first name is Schuyler?

Phil.
Good.

Then I don't have to say
"Green" all the time.

Too haughty, last names,
and Schuyler is impossible.

That bad? I wouldn't
call a dog Schuyler.

John.

It was my mother's name.

My middle one.

I started signing
my stuff Schuyler Green

when I was on the college
paper at Stanford.

It sounded better to me,
I guess, than Philip.

Like Somerset Maugham
instead of William,

Sinclair Lewis
instead of Harry.

Somerset, Sinclair,
Schuyler, all S's.

Maybe that means
something.

Yes.

Do you mind telling people what
you're writing now, Mr. Green?

No, not at all.

Well, I'm not writing
anything just now, but...

Let me tell her.

I've asked him to do a
series on anti-Semitism.

Break it wide open. Been wanting
to do it for some time.

Do I get a credit line? You?

Yes.
For what?

Well, don't you remember back
around Christmas of last year,

that Jewish schoolteacher
resigning? I was the one...

Why, sure. I knew somebody was
after me, but I forgot who.

John, the Jacksons
are here.

All right.

I'm always stealing ideas
without knowing it, Phil.

That's what keeps
the magazine original.

Funny,your suggesting
the series.

Is it? Why?

Oh...

Lots of reasons.

You make up your mind too quickly
about people, Mr. Green.

Women, anyway.

I saw you do it
when you sat down.

As apparent
as all that?

You cross-filed
and indexed me...

A little too well bred,
self-confident,

artificial, a trifle
absurd, typical New York.

No, I didn't have
time for all that.

Oh, yes, you did. I even
left out a few things.

Faintly irritating upper-class
manner, over-bright voice.

All right, all right,
I give up. You win.

I'm sorry.
I couldn't resist it,

because it's only
partly true.

Is this your
first trip east?

No, it's not
my first trip.

Every other time
I've been here, though,

I've had a plane or rail road
or boat ticket for tomorrow.

Are you going to stay?

I think so.

You're getting a pretty
complete story on me.

Now it's your turn.

Well, you know
I'm divorced.

I help run a nursery school.
I'm called Miss Lacy.

Do you want
just anything?

Just anything.

Dinner.

Dinner?

No reading comics at the table, Tommy.
Put it away.

Let me finish.
I'm right at the end.

No making mysteries at
the table, either, Phil.

Mysteries?

You haven't even
mentioned your assignment.

Oh?

He wants me to do a
series on anti-Semitism.

You don't sound
very enthusiastic.

I'm not.

Will he insist
on your doing it?

Oh, no, he's not that
kind of an editor.

Ma, what do you do to just eggs
to make them taste this way?

Pray over them.

Have a good time
last night?

Yeah.

You know, you need new people
as much as you need new places.

I mean, everybody
does, not just you.

Thought it was a good
bunch to start on.

Funny thing. It was a
girl, Minify's niece,

who suggested that series on anti-Semitism.
It was funny.

You don't say.

Why, women will be
thinking next, Phil.

What's anti-Semitism?
Hmm?

What's anti-Semitism?

Oh, that's where
some people

don't like other people
just because they're Jews.

Oh?

Why? Are they bad?

Some are, sure. Some aren't.
It's like everybody else.

What are Jews, anyway?
I mean, exactly.

Well, you remember
last week when you

asked me about that big church?
Sure.

I told you there were
lots of different churches.

Yeah.

Well, the people who go
to that particular church

are called
Catholics, see.

And there are people
who go to other churches,

and they're called
Protestants.

Then there are others who
go to still different ones,

and they're
called Jews.

Only they call their kind of
churches synagogues or temples.

And why don't some
people like those?

Well, that's kind of
a tough one to explain, Tom.

Some people hate Catholics
and some hate Jews.

And no one hates us,
'cause we're Americans.

Well, no, no.
That's...

That's another
thing again.

See, you can be an
American and a Catholic,

or an American and a Protestant,
or an American and a Jew.

But, look, Tom,
it's like this.

One thing's your country, see?
Like America,

or France, or Germany,
or Russia, all the countries.

The flag is different,
the uniform is different,

and the language
is different.

And the airplanes
are marked different?

Differently,
that's right.

But the other thing
is religion,

like the Jewish, or the Catholic,
or the Protestant religions.

See, that hasn't anything
to do with the flag,

or the uniform,
or the airplanes.

You got it?
Yep.

Don't ever get
mixed up on that.

I got it.

Some people
are mixed up.

Why?

It's 8:30, Tommy.
You'd better get going.

You'll be late for school.
Yeah, yeah, you'll be late.

Finish your milk.

Thanks, Grandma. Bye.

That's all right, Phil.
You're always good with him.

That kid's going
to wreck me yet.

Did you and Dad have to go through
this sort of stuff with me?

Of course we did.

Are you very
disappointed, Phil?

Yes, I am.
I was almost sure

he'd hand me the Stassen
story or Washington.

I wasn't looking
for an easy one, Ma,

but I did want something that
I could really make good on.

I'd so like the first one
here to be a natural,

something I know
they'd read.

You mean there's enough
anti-Semitism in real life

without people
reading about it?

No, but this one's
doomed before I start.

What could I possibly say
that hasn't been said before?

I don't know.

Maybe it hasn't been
said well enough.

If it had, you wouldn't have had
to explain it to Tommy just now,

or your father
and I to you.

It would be nice sometime
not to have to explain it

to someone
like Tommy.

Kids are so decent
to start with.

Home for lunch?

No.

Think I'll take a Walk.

You're quite a girl, Ma.

You seem surprised.
Yes.

Why? I didn't think you
were going to do it.

You have a bad
poker face, Phil.

I saw you were disappointed
in the assignment

the minute I mentioned it.
That's why I didn't push it.

What changed your mind?
A couple of things.

Uh-huh. I may put my niece under
contract, inspiration department.

No, it wasn't that.

It was my kid.

I had to explain it to him this morning.
It was kind of tough.

It's really each house,
each family that decides it.

Anyway, I want to
do it, very much.

I couldn't be
more pleased.

I'll need some
facts and figures

from your
research department.

What?

I said, I'll have to get facts,
figures from your research people.

Now, wait a minute.
Hold on.

I've got 18 hacks on this
magazine who can do this series

with their left hands chock full
of facts, figures and research.

I don't need
you for that.

What do you think I brought you here for?
Facts and figures?

Use your head. Go
right to the source.

I want some angle,
some compelling lead,

some dramatic device to humanize
it so that it gets read.

You don't want much.
You just want the moon.

With parsley.
Suggestion.

There's a bigger thing to do than
to go after the crackpot story.

It's been done plenty.

It's the wider spread of
it that I want to get at.

The people that would never go
near an anti-Semitic meeting

or send a dime
to Gerald L.K. Smith.

All right.

I'll knock it around.

Give my best to the
research department.

So long.

You don't happen to want my
niece's phone number, do you?

Regent 7-0-4-9-3. We're
having dinner together.

I always like to go
right to the source.

Fresh coffee, sir?

Thank you.

You're a very
flattering listener.

Well, I've been
interested.

No, it's more
than that.

Your face takes sides as if you
were voting for and against.

When I told you about my
longing to have a nice home,

like other children,
you looked happy.

When I told you
about Uncle John

offering to send me to
Vassar, you looked bleak.

How did your
parents take it

about Mr. Minify
giving you an allowance

and the pretty clothes
and all the rest?

Oh, they said they wanted
Jane, my sister, and me

to have the things
that would make us happy.

And did they?

Yes, I think so.

I quit being envious

and snobbish.

I felt right and easy.

Now you're looking
all dubious again.

Please, don't think that
I'm just sitting here

approving
and disapproving.

It's not that.
It's just that...

Well, I...

We've certainly
covered a lot of ground.

Are you engaged to anybody
now, or in love or anything?

Not especially.

Are you?

Not anything.

Dance?

Oh, by the way,

what was the point
of your ex-husband

being asked up to the
Minifys' when you were there?

They trying to
bring you together?

Could be. Aunt Jessie does
it every once in a while.

Did you ask me to dance?

MRS. GREEN:
Oh, Phil, Miss Lacy.

Okay.

He'll be right here.

He's still at it.

Hi. How's the big
outside world?

Still there?
Everybody having fun?

No, no, I'm fine.

Just wish I were dead,
that's all.

Oh, thanks, Kathy. I'm in
my stubborn streak now.

If it won't budge,
I won't.

Well, that's great.

At the rate it's going now do you
think you'd like me with white hair?

Yeah. I'd think you'd
look dandy with white hair.

I'll be right here,
still trying.

Oh, please do. If you don't call, I
just keep wondering why you don't.

So it works out as an
interruption either way.

Well, I'm a working
girl myself.

How many interruptions
a day do you want?

Oh, I'll thank you to call
me five or six times a day.

It's your fault I'm
in this jam, anyway.

Okay. Bye.

Why don't you take
some time off, Phil?

You've been at it day and
night now for almost a week.

You know me, Ma.

When I'm like this, I wouldn't be
any fun for Kathy or anybody else.

I'm certainly
no fun for myself.

No ideas at all yet?

Sure, plenty of ideas, but they all
explode in my face after an hour.

So they just
don't stand up.

When you get the right one, there's a
kind of a click happens inside of you.

It hasn't happened yet. It doesn't
look like it's going to either.

I'm bored with
the whole thing,

bored with myself,
as a matter of fact.

Hey, Ma. Do you think
I'm losing my grip?

You know, writers do.
Maybe it's my turn.

You better not. You wouldn't be
able to make a nickel at anything else.

Thanks. You can go now.
That's a big help.

Bring those things
in with you, will you?

Isn't it always tough
at the start, Phil?

Never like this.

Never.
I've tried everything.

Anti-Semitism in business,
labor, professions.

It's all there, all right,
but I can't make it give.

I've tried everything,
separately and together.

Every time I think I'm getting
on the edge of something good,

I go into it a little deeper, and
it turns into the same old drool

of statistics
and protest.

It's like beating your head
against a concrete wall.

Gee, I wish
Dave were here.

Dave Goldman?
Yeah.

He'd be the guy to talk it
over with, wouldn't he?

Yes, I guess he would.
Still overseas?

Yeah. Looks like he's stuck there, too.
He'd be just the one, though.

Hey, Ma, maybe
that's a new tack.

So far, I've been digging
into facts and evidence.

I've sort of
ignored feelings.

How must a fellow like Dave
feel about this thing?

That's good, Phil.

Over and above
what we feel about it,

what must a Jew feel
about this thing?

Dave. Can I think my
way into Dave's mind?

He's the kind of fellow I'd
be if I were a Jew, isn't he?

We grew up together. We lived
in the same kind of homes.

We were the gang. We did
everything together.

Whatever Dave feels now,

indifference,
outrage, contempt,

would be the feelings
of Dave not only as a Jew

but the way I feel as a man,
as an American, as a citizen.

Is that right, Ma?

Sit down and write him
a letter now.

Hey, maybe I've broken this logjam, Ma.
Maybe this is it.

Put it down to him just
like you said it to me.

Now, what do I say?

What do I say?

"Dear Dave, give me
the lowdown on your guts

"when you hear about Rankin
calling people kikes.

"How do you feel when you
hear about Jewish kids

"getting their
teeth kicked out

"by Jew-haters
in New York City?"

Could you write that
kind of a letter, Ma?

It's no good, all of it. It wouldn't
be any good if I could write it.

There isn't any way
you can tear open

the secret heart of another human being, Ma.
You know that.

Yes, I guess you're right,
but there must be some way.

There must!

Hey, don't you
get started.

I don't want to depress
the whole family.

You look tired, Ma.
Why don't you go to bed?

One good thing came
out of this, anyway.

Reminded me I owe Dave a letter.
I'll write him anyway.

And I'd like a little more
sympathy around here

now that you see
how tough it is.

Sympathy?
Oh, no.

But I think it's worth it, Phil,
if that's any consolation.

It's mighty small,
Ma, mighty small,

but I'm in no
position to dicker.

Good night, baby.

Tommy?

Ma!

Is it your heart? Does
it seem like your heart?

Wait.

You all right?
Seem any easier?

Passing.

Well, I'll get a doctor.

I'll phone Kathy.
No.

She'll know
the right one.

Wait.

I never realized pain
could be so sharp.

You let me phone Kathy.
She'll know a heart man.

What time is it?

It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.

Come on.

Come back
and hold my hand.

Sure, sure.

Will she die, Pop?
Will she?

Well, she'll die
someday, Tom,

just like you
or me or anybody.

The doctor said she might be
fine for years if she's careful.

Your grandma's
not young, Tom.

And all that packing and unpacking
tired her out too much.

I'll bet we can run
this place between us.

Sure.

Say, Pop,
what are we going...

It's scary, Tom, I know.

I was scared last
night myself, plenty.

But we'll take
good care of her.

She might be fine until you're grown
up and married and have kids.

Well, that's the doctor.

Will you make your own breakfast
and get off to school?

Sure. We'll run this
place just fine.

You get going now.

I told your mother
the truth.

People with hearts outlive
everyone else if they take care.

This may prove to be
what we call false angina

instead of the true angina.

You keep her in bed
for a few days,

and then we'll get her
to the office and really see.

No use getting too technical
until we really know.

Doctor, are you sure?

I never minimize at a time
like this, Mr. Green.

I don't frighten,
but I don't minimize.

Right now, it's nothing
to worry about.

Phil.

Go ahead.
I know the way out.

I'll keep dropping in
for the next few days.

Thank you.

Everything okay?

No need to look like Hamlet.
I feel wonderful.

Well, don't crowd things.
You feel like talking?

Ever know me when I didn't,
except last night?

Now I really believe the
doctor for the first time.

Good. So do I.

Tommy get off all right?
Sure he did.

Fixed his own breakfast.
Did a good job of it, too.

I'll be up tomorrow.
No, you won't.

Yes, I will.
No, you won't.

Get any sleep?
Sure.

Eyes like poached eggs.

Get some sleep today, Phil.
Don't try to work, please.

Well, you don't need
to worry about that, Ma.

I've decided. I'm going
to phone Minify.

You know, there's
a certain virtue

in knowing when
you're licked.

Well, I'm licked. And I might
as well accept it gracefully.

I decided last night.

When?

When I was sitting here, holding
your hand, waiting for the doctor.

Why?

Well, I was scared, Ma,
just like I used to be

when I'd get to
wondering what I'd do

if anything ever
happened to you.

It all came back. I was a kid
again, and my ma was sick.

NOW, Phil.

I wanted to ask, is it awful?
Are you afraid?

But there are some
questions nobody can ask

and they can't
be answered.

I'll know the answer to those
two only when I feel it myself,

when I'm lying there.

And that's the way it is
with the series, Ma.

I can't really write it.

But you did get
the answers before, Phil.

Every article you ever wrote, the
right answers got in somehow.

Yeah, but I didn't
ask for them.

When I wanted to find out about
a scared guy in a jalopy,

I didn't stand out
on Route 66

and stop him so I can
ask a lot of questions.

I bought myself some old
clothes and a broken-down car

and took
Route 66 myself.

I lived in their camps,
ate what they ate.

I found the answers in my own
guts, not somebody else's.

I didn't say, "What does it
feel like to be an Okie?"

I was an Okie. That's
the difference, Ma.

On the coal mine series,

I didn't sit in my bedroom and
do a lot of research, did I?

I didn't go out and tap some
poor grimy guy on the shoulder

and make him talk. I got myself a job.
I went down in the dark.

I slept in a shack.

I didn't try to dig into a coal
miner's heart. I was a miner.

Ma... Maybe.

Hey, maybe.

' Got it!

The lead,
the idea, the angle.

This is the way.
It's the only way.

I'll... I'll be Jewish.

I'll... Well, all I
got to do is say it.

Nobody knows me around here.
I can just say it.

I can live it myself for six
weeks, eight weeks, nine months.

No matter how long it takes.
Ma, it's right this time.

It must be, Phil. It always
is when you're this sure.

Listen, I even
got the title.

"I Was Jewish
For Six Months."

It's right, Phil.

Ma, this is it.

That click just
happened inside of me.

Well, it won't be the same, sure it
won't, but it ought to be close.

I can just tell them I am
and see what happens.

It'll work.
It'll work fine, Phil.

Dark hair, dark eyes.
Sure, so is Dave.

So have a lot of guys
who aren't Jewish.

No accent, no mannerisms.
Neither has Dave.

Name, Phil Green.
Skip the Schuyler.

Might be anything.
Phil Green.

Ma, it's a cinch.

Oh, Phil, this is the best
medicine I could have had.

Look, will you keep my secret
if you meet any new people?

It has to be without
exceptions if it works at all.

If you're Jewish,
lam, too, I guess.

Hey, take it easy. Don't get excited.
I got to phone right away.

Why don't you have
Kathy come over here?

How did you know I wasn't
going to phone Minify?

Dope. Nobody phones a magazine
editor with that look on his face.

Oh, Phil, it's nice.
It's attractive.

Well, it's not done yet.
Those packages are pictures.

The last of our
books just came.

You have a fireplace.
It works, too.

Mine's only fake.
How's your mother?

I spoke to Dr. Craigie
and he said she'd be fine.

Oh, she's all right.

What's the angle?
Tell me fast.

I will. Just a minute.
I want to check up on Ma.

Good. Give her my love.

She's sleeping
like a baby.

Good. Don't worry about her.

Let's have a drink.
No, thanks.

Just some sherry.
All right.

You're still not telling me.
I know.

It's funny. I thought I'd spill it out
the minute you got inside the door.

You sounded so excited.

I am.

It must have been really
something to get you like this.

There will be stumbling blocks
and holes, but I don't care.

I'll lick... Lick them
when I get to them.

Kathy.

Phil.

Phil, wait, now.

You go over there and let
me sit here for a minute.

What is it, Kathy?

Nothing.

I was just thinking.

Marriage can be such a
good way to live, Kathy.

All these years,
I've kept hoping.

I've kept hoping, too.

But when you've made a
mistake once, you're afraid.

You're not afraid now.

No, Phil.

Darling.

What are you smiling at?
Nothing.

Come on,
no secrets.

I was just thinking.

I was just playing
that old game.

All women do it,
trying out the name.

Say it out loud.

Mrs. Schuyler Green.

Well, how does it sound?

It sounds just fine.

How does it look on me?

I like it.

Kathy, you're not
sorry about Tom?

Oh, Phil, I'm glad.

It's almost as if my
marriage hadn't been wasted,

as if I'd had a son
growing up for me.

I knew you'd get it,
but who'd ever think that...

But can you get away with it?
Yeah, sure,

if you and Kathy and Mrs. Minify
won't give me away.

I haven't told
Kathy yet.

I'll take care
of Mrs. Minify.

When do you start? What's
the matter with right now?

Fine. I'll get you an office
and a secretary right away.

But what about
the secretary.

She'd have to know,
wouldn't she?

Yeah. Well, why?

Supposing I were really Jewish
and you gave me this assignment.

What difference would it
make to her or anybody?

You're right, Phil.
I'm excited about this.

They'll read this all right.
Mr. Minify.

Mr. Weisman is waiting
in the dining room.

Yes. What about lunch?

Chance to meet the whole
staff at one clip.

Irving Weisman
is lunching with us.

Might be wise
for you to know.

Yeah, he's the big
industrialist, isn't he?

Yes. Come on.

He's a colorful fellow.
Old friend of mine.

I know you'll
like him.

...the picture of the Empire
State Building. Look at this.

I know.
But it was over here. Yes.

Over to the left.
That's what I'm talking about.

Sorry we're late.
We're very sorry, Irving.

Mr. Phil Green,
Mr. Irving Weisman.

Mr. Weisman.
How do you do?

Lou Jordan,
our personnel manager.

Joe Tingler, demon photographer.
Yeah, yeah!

Bill Payson,
art editor.

Bert McAnny,
the best layout man

this side of
the Mexican border.

And last is a kind
of dessert, Phil.

Anne Dettrey,
our fashion editor,

clever, beautiful,
and dangerous.

Eats men alive.

Thank you. Thank you very much.
Sit down beside her.

I thought it was
Schuyler Green.

No, that's my
writing name.

Mr. Green is going to do a
series on anti-Semitism for us.

Really? Again?

Not again.
For the first time.

We're going to
split it wide open.

Do you mind my saying,
as an old friend,

I think it a very
bad idea, John?

The worst, the most harmful thing
you could possibly do now.

Not at all. Why is
it a harmful idea?

Because it'll only stir it up more.
That's why. Let it alone.

We'll handle it
in our own way.

The hush-hush way?

I don't care
what you call it.

Let it alone.

You can't write it
out of existence.

We've been fighting
it for years.

We know from experience the less
talk there is about it, the better.

Sure. Pretend it
doesn't exist

and add to the
conspiracy of silence.

I should say not. Keep
silent and let Bilbo

and Gerald L.K. Smith
do all the talking?

No, sir. Irving, you and your
let's-be-quiet-about-it committees

have got just
exactly no place.

We're going to call
a spade a dirty spade.

And I think it's high
time and a fine idea.

So do I. I couldn't agree
with Mr. Minify more.

You sound pretty hot
about it, Mr. Green.

Well, I feel
pretty hot about it.

I don't think it
has anything to do

with the fact that
I'm Jewish myself.

Right office?
Mr. Green?

Yes, sir.
This is your office.

I'm your secretary,
Miss Wales.

Elaine Wales
is the name.

How do you do?

Mind if we get
right to work?

Not at all.

You know about
the series I'm doing?

Yes, sir.
Good.

The first thing I want
to start is a file.

I want you to write form
letters to clubs, resorts,

interviews for jobs,
apartments for lease,

application for medical
schools, and so forth.

I got a whole
list here somewhere.

Yes, sir.

Write the letters
on blank stationery.

And send two
to each address.

One of them I want it
to sign Schuyler Green,

and the other
Philip Greenberg.

See what I mean?
Yes, sir.

And have the replies
sent to my home address.

I'll give you
that later.

Yes, sir.

Of course, you know that it
will be yes to the Greens

and no to the Greenbergs.

Sure, but I want it
for the record.

Now, if your name
was Saul Green

or Irving or
something like that,

you wouldn't have to
go to all this bother.

I changed mine. Did you?

Wales? No, Green's always been my name.
What's yours?

Walovsky.
Estelle Walovsky.

And I just couldn't take it.
About applications, I mean.

So one day, I wrote the
same firm two letters,

same as you're doing now.

I sent the Elaine Wales one

after they'd said there were
no openings to my first one.

I got the job,
all right.

Do you know what
firm that was?

Smith's Weekly.

No.

Yes, Mr. Green.

The great liberal magazine that
fights injustice on all sides.

It slays me.
I love it.

Mr. Minify
know about that?

Oh, he can't be bothered
thinking about small fry.

That's Mr. Jordan's department,
hiring and firing.

But if anybody snitched,

you know there'd be some
excuse for throwing them out.

So anyway, I thought maybe you
had changed yours sometime.

I mean, when I heard
you were Jewish.

You heard it?

Why, sure.

Is this the list?
Yeah.

When?

Well, when you
finished luncheon

and went back
to Mr. Minify's office,

it kind of got around.

She'll be up and about and fit
as a fiddle day after tomorrow.

You wouldn't mind if I had
her see a good internist,

just to be on the safe side?
Not at all. Good idea.

I'll make an appointment
if you wish.

I always use Mason Van
Dyck or James Kent.

Or if you have some
good man you'd like.

One of the editors at the
magazine recommended someone.

Doctor... Dr. Abrahams.

Abrahams?

Yes, J.E. Abrahams, Mount Sinai
Hospital, Beth Israel, or both.

Yes, yes, of course.

Well, if you should decide
to have your mother

see Van Dyck or Kent,
I'll arrange it.

Why? Isn't this Abrahams
fellow any good?

No, nothing like that. Good
man, completely reliable.

Not given to overcharging
and stringing visits out,

the way some do.

Do you mean the way
some doctors do,

or do you mean the way
some Jewish doctors do?

I suppose you're right.

I suppose some of us do it, too,
not just the chosen people.

If Abrahams doesn't impress me,
I'll try Van Dyck or Kent.

I've no special loyalty
to Jewish doctors

simply because
I'm Jewish myself.

No, of course not.

A good man's a good man.

I don't believe
in prejudice.

I see.

Well...

Good evening.

Evening, Mr. Green.
Evening, Mr. Olsen.

Say, Mr. Green,

why don't you fill out one of them
cards at the post office better

or watch for the
mailman and tell him?

Well, what's the
matter with this way?

It's the rules.

Leave that alone.

It's nothing I can help,
Mr. Green. It's the rules.

The renting agent
should have explained.

That is, excuse me, if you are.

Excuse me, nothing.

This is my place
for two years,

and don't touch
that card.

You don't mean that we're
going to have dinner here?

I do, indeed.

So we can talk.
Talk?

You sit there.

I'm not going to let you get
going on another thing.

You don't even get dinner
until you tell me the angle.

I've been trying to guess
what it is all day long.

Have you really?
Yes, I have.

I kept thinking,
"Suppose I were he,

"and I had to find an angle?
What would I do?"

Well, what
would you do?

Well, I got
just no place.

Some of the ideas you told me
I thought were excellent,

but you threw them out
and kept hunting.

You'll see why just
as soon as I tell you.

Phil, tell me.

All right.
Here it is.

I'm just going to let everybody
know that I'm Jewish, that's all.

Jewish?

But you're not,
Phil, are you?

Not that it would make any
difference to me, but you said,

"I'm going to let
everybody know,"

as if you hadn't
before and would now.

So I just wondered.

Not that it would matter to
me one way or the other.

Phil, you're annoyed.

No, I'm not.
I was just thinking.

Well, don't be so serious about it.
You must know where I stand.

I do.

It's just that you
caught me off guard,

you know, not knowing
too much about you,

because you always make me talk
about myself all the time,

so that for a minute there, I
wasn't very bright on the uptake.

Well, anyway, you don't
think much of my angle?

I do. It's...

It's what?
It's just that I...

I think it'll mix
everybody up.

People won't
know what you are.

Of course, after the series
is finished, they'll know,

but even so, it'll keep
cropping up. Won't it?

All right.

Let it.

I must be out of my head.
"Let it" is right. Who cares?

I was just being too
practical about things.

That's what comes
from being a schoolteacher.

Now tell me more.

Well, to begin with,

you and the Minifys will have
to promise not to give me away,

but, really, no exceptions
for anything, okay?

Okay.

What about the people at Smith's?
Won't they talk?

They're not in on it,
only Minify.

They think
you're Jewish?

Look, Kathy, I don't
think you understand.

If this thing
is going to work,

the only chance is
to go whole hog at it.

It's got to go right
through everything.

Of course.

I hadn't really
seen it before.

I didn't mean
to be so sharp.

I'm sorry.

Dinner?

Fine.

You sit there. I'm doing
the serving myself.

More coffee? Only take
a minute to heat it.

No, thanks.

Well, I think I'd better
be getting along.

So soon?

I should look in at Ma
before she gets to sleep.

Of course.

You have to get to the school
pretty early, don't you?

Yes.

I had a pretty full day
at the magazine, too.

Yes.

It was a mighty
fine dinner.

I'm glad you liked it.

My car's downstairs.
Let me run you home.

No, thanks.
I think I'll walk.

It's a lovely night.

Yes, it is.

It's lovely.

I'd better be
getting off.

Don't bother. I know
where my hat is.

It's no bother.

I'll call you
sometime tomorrow.

All right.

Good night.

Good night, Phil.

Mary said to come
right over and that

it'll be perfectly
all right to bring you.

She's cooked a big dinner,
so there's plenty...

I forgot something.

Darling! I'm so glad you came back.
Kathy. What are we doing?

What am I doing to us?
It's my fault, dear.

I'm always weighing
and judging.

I'm such a solemn fool.

No, I should have said the
angle was fine right away.

And it is, darling.
It is. It's wonderful.

I don't know
what happened.

It started the minute you spoke.
I felt insulted.

If I were Jewish,
that's the way I would

have felt and I
couldn't let you off.

I couldn't make it
any easier for you.

All through dinner,
I tried to reach you,

tell you I was sorry,
and I couldn't.

I don't know what happened
to me when you told me,

except that a whole beautiful
evening was spoiled.

I wanted you
to come back.

Darling.

But really, Mr. Minify,
I never make it a policy

just to hire...
It... Well, it's...

It's a question
of personality.

Please understand,
Mr. Minify.

If a girl's personality
is the type that fits in...

It's just by chance,
you mean,

that we haven't one secretary
named Finkelstein or Cohen?

In the city of New York?
Come off it, Jordan.

Miss Miller,
take a help wanted ad.

"Expert secretary for editorial
department, national magazine.

"Exacting work,
good pay.

"Religion is a matter of
indifference to this office."

Got that?
Yes, Mr. Minify.

In any other ad you run, be
sure to use that last line.

That's all, Miss Miller.
Good afternoon, Jordan.

By the way, if you should
have to fire Miss Wales,

for any reason
whatever at any time,

remember, I'd like to review
the case myself first.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Minify.

I'm ashamed of myself
and this magazine, too.

The sloppy,
slovenly notion that

everybody's busy
doing bigger things.

Well, there just
isn't anything bigger

than beating down
the complacence of

essentially decent people
about prejudice.

Yes, I'm ashamed of myself.
Go on back to work.

"I believe that
I've given a clear

"and accurate picture
of my qualifications,

"and I would
very much appreciate

"your immediate consideration and reply.
Sincerely yours."

Better ask for an immediate
reply on all of them.

Don't bother to do it today, though.
It's too late.

Tomorrow will be
all right.

Mr. Green, have you any idea when you'll
start dictating the series itself?

I would like to get
the decks cleared.

Well, I think I'll type it
out myself to start with.

I'm not much good
on dictating actual copy.

Well, that'll be all,
Miss Wales.

You'd better
get along home.

All right.

Mr. Green, is it true
about Mr. Jordan?

What true about
Mr. Jordan?

Well, he's telling everybody
about Mr. Minify's ad.

He thinks it's a wonderful
thing, he says.

He does, huh?

And I thought I'd ask you if it's really
true that the ad says right out...

Right straight out,
Miss Wales.

And it's going to be
in all the papers tomorrow.

Practically inviting
any type at all to apply?

Any type?
What do you mean?

Mr. Green, you don't want things
changed around here, do you?

Even though you are a writer,
and it's different for writers.

Different for
writers? How?

Well, I mean, just let them
get one wrong one in here,

and it'll come out of us.

It's no fun being the fall
guy for the kikey ones.

Now, look, Miss Wales, we've got
to be frank with each other.

You have a right
to know right now

that words like yid,
and kike, and kikey,

and nigger, and coon make me kind
of sick no matter who says them.

But I only said it
for a type.

Yeah, but we're talking
about a word first.

But, Mr. Green, that
doesn't mean a thing.

Why, sometimes I even say it
to myself, about me, I mean.

Like if I'm about to do something
and I know I shouldn't,

I say, "Don't be such
a little kike." That's all.

But let one objectionable
one get in here...

Well, just a minute. What do
you mean by objectionable?

Loud and too much rouge...

They don't hire any loud,
vulgar girls here.

What makes you think they're
going to suddenly start?

It's not only that.

Mr. Green, you're
sort of heckling me.

You know as well
as I do, the sort

that starts trouble
in a place like this

and the sort that doesn't,
like you or me,

so what's the sense
of pinning me down?

You mean, because we don't
look especially Jewish,

because we're okay Jews,

because with us, it can be kept
nice and comfortable and quiet?

I didn't say... Now,
listen, Miss Wales,

I hate anti-Semitism,

and I hate it when it comes from
you or anybody who's Jewish,

just as much as I hate it
when it comes from a Gentile.

Me? Why, Mr. Green...

See you tomorrow,
Miss Wales.

Good night.

Why don't you
go home?

I'm slowly
going crazy.

Hi, there!

Hello, Miss Dettrey.

How can you stride down the hall
with such energy and vitality

at the end of the day?
I'm bushed.

Getting the book to bed
gets worse every issue.

I didn't know you called
it "the book" around here.

Oh, we do. We do. We're sophisticated
New Yorkers, Mr. Green.

By the way, do you
happen to be thirsty?

I do, and I'm just in the mood

to hear the story
of your life.

Why, Mr. Green, I think this can be
arranged, if you play your cards right.

You know a nice
bar we can go to?

This couldn't
happen to a nicer girl.

And he liked it.
And that's how

I got to be fashion editor
in the first place.

Hello, Jim. How are you?
Oh, fine.

Don't look now. But I
think we've got visitors.

Just when I was getting to the
really tender part of my life, too.

Mind if I sit with
you charming people?

No. Sit down, Bert.
Sit down.

Only got a minute. May I?
Certainly.

You two seem to be
having such fun

over here,
I couldn't resist it.

We just love to
spread merriment.

Our hearts are
God's little garden,

just an occasional
weed, here and there.

Well, Anne, another
issue gone to press.

I swear I don't see
how we do it every week.

Well, we're just
brilliant, Bert.

Every morning, I get up
and I say to the mirror,

"Mirror, mirror,
on the wall, tell me

"who's the most
brilliant of them all?"

What does
the mirror say?

That mirror ain't no
gentleman, Mr. Green.

Well, Green,
how's the series coming?

Well, I'm still just getting stuff together.
There's plenty of it around.

You know, when I was
stationed at Guam,

our C.O. used to
talk to us about it.

Quite a liberal,
that fellow.

You were in public
relations, weren't you?

What makes you say that?

I don't know.

You just seem like
a clever sort of a guy.

What makes you
think I wasn't a GI?

Huh?

Now, for goodness' sake,
Green, don't get me wrong.

Why, some of my best friends...
I know, dear.

And some of your other best
friends are Methodist,

but you never
bother to say it.

Now, look, Anne.

Skip it.

Flag the waiter,
Phil, and be a dear?

Well, if you'll excuse
me, I've got to run.

I'll be seeing you.

Little drip.

"Now, for goodness'
sake, Green, don't get me wrong."

Really believes
it, too.

Disapproves of the
poll tax and Bilbo.

Comes right out and says
so, brave as anything.

He's just a drip,
let's face it.

That imitation
was wonderful.

Got a million of them. Well,
we're back to laughs, anyway.

Say, I'm having a flock of
people up tomorrow night.

What about pressing your
black tie and coming up?

Sure. Like it fine.
Can I bring my girl?

Of course.

What'll you
have, sir?

More of the same.
Thank you, sir.

Wait here, will you?
I'll be right back.

Surprise.

Well, that's what
I call timing.

I saw your cab drive up.
I just couldn't wait.

Oh, brother.

Oh, it's nothing.

Little lady comes in twice a
week and whips them up for me.

Been with the family
for generations.

Look at you. First time I've
seen you in dinner clothes.

Good enough to
eat with a spoon.

Come on, dear,
let's go.

Oh, I told Ma today
all about us.

Phil, was she pleased?
Was she?

She was delighted. She got very emotional.
For Ma, anyway.

She dropped one of her
best dishes and broke it,

and blamed it all
on Tommy.

I called my sister
Jane this morning,

I sort of blurted it
out in the telephone,

and she squealed,
"Kathy!"

As if she'd given up all hope that
anyone would ever ask me again.

Darling, she's
aching to meet you.

In fact, they're giving a big
party for us next Saturday.

Won't we have to
let Jane in on it?

I don't know.
I hadn't thought.

I hadn't, either,
until now, but won't we?

My own sister.
Your mother knows.

Well, I know,
dear, she had to,

but Jane and
her husband don't.

You know, if you want
to keep a secret...

But wouldn't it be sort of
exaggerated with my own sister?

Your sister-in-law,
almost.

Darling, I do think it would
be inflexible of you.

Well, I suppose it would,
inside the family.

They won't tell anybody
else, will they?

Oh, they'd
never breathe it.

They want to fight this awful
thing as much as you and I do.

Darling, I'm going to be the
proudest girl on the block.

I don't have to
kiss you in public.

I've got a nice
dark taxi outside.

Well, what are we waiting for?
Come on.

Don't just stand there.

She's awfully
attractive, isn't she?

Yeah. She looks
really beautiful.

She certainly does,
and she likes you a lot.

I'll scratch her eyes out
if she makes a play for you.

That's no way to talk.

Relax. You haven't got
a thing to worry about.

Hello, Anne.
Hello, Anne.

Can I get you something?
Food, drinks,

some certified checks,
spending money, an emerald?

It's a lovely
party, Anne.

It will be better
when it thins out a bit.

I think I can get Sasha to
play and Ethel to sing.

Good.
Stick around.

Say, Phil, Professor
Lieberman just came in.

Would you and Kathy
like to meet him?

Lieberman,
I should say so.

Hey, I'm scared.
What does one say

to a world-renowned
physicist?

Just "Hello, toots."

Come on.
He's a wonderful guy.

Watch your elbow.

I'm not happy till
I'm out in my boat.

I love that. I bought
myself a new one.

You ought to join me one day.
You look tired and drawn.

Say when.
It'll do you good.

Well, let's say...
Professor,

two people want to meet
you, but are scared.

They'll introduce
themselves.

That'll make them open
their mouths, anyway.

Anne. You're on your own, kids.

Fine friend.

Come on, Fred.
I want them to be alone.

Professor, this is
my fiancée Kathy Lacy.

How do you do, Professor?
I'm Phil Green.

As a matter of fact,
John Minify

has been wanting
to get us together.

Oh, yes, yes.

Yes, he told me he did.

How do you do? I'm doing a
series for him on anti-Semitism.

For or against?

Well, he thought that we
might hash over some ideas.

What sort of ideas?

Palestine,
for instance. Zionism.

Which? Palestine as a refuge, or Zionism
as a movement for a Jewish state?

The confusion between the
two, more than anything.

Good. If we agree there's
confusion, we can talk.

We scientists
love confusion,

but right now, I'm starting
on a new crusade of my own.

You see, my young friends, I have no
religion, so I'm not Jewish by religion.

Further, I'm a scientist,
so I must rely on science,

which shows me
I'm not Jewish by race,

since there's no such thing
as a distinct Jewish race.

There's not even such a
thing as a Jewish type.

Well, my crusade
will have a certain charm.

I will simply go forth and
state flatly, "I'm not a Jew."

With my face, that
becomes not an evasion,

but a new principle,
a scientific principle.

For a scientific age.

Precisely.

There must be millions
of people nowadays

who are religious only
in the vaguest sense.

I've often wondered why the
Jewish ones among them

still go on calling
themselves Jews.

Can you guess
why, Mr. Green?

No, but I'd
like to know.

Because the world still makes
it an advantage not to be one.

Thus, for many of us,
it becomes a matter of pride

to go on calling
ourselves Jews.

So you see, I will have to abandon
my crusade before it begins.

Only if there were no anti-Semites,
could I go on with it.

And now I would like to try another
little scientific experiment.

I wonder if you
would leave me alone

with your very
beautiful fiancée

while you went and got
me a plate of food?

Well...

Both in the interest
of science.

Anything for science,
Professor.

I'm John Minify's
niece Kathy Lacy.

And a little onion.

There. Now go play with that, Fred.
Thank you.

This is not my third trip
around, Miss Dettrey.

It's for
Professor Lieberman.

Who's counting? Shall I
fix him some caviar?

Caviar.

It's all deductible
from my income tax, dear.

I have to give parties to see what
the women are wearing. Get it?

You old crook.

Young crook, please.

Okay.

How do you like
my girl, Anne?

She's lovely.

Is it serious or just the
first-find careless rapture?

Serious, all right. We're going
to be married any minute.

My congratulations, you willful,
headstrong fellow, you.

When did
all this happen?

First time we looked at each other, I
guess, third day I came to New York.

Tall buildings and subways and
traffic didn't scare you at all?

Not a bit. I brushed the hay
and straw out of my hair

and fell right in love
with a city girl.

You could crawl right into The
Saturday Evening Post, couldn't you?

Have you met her family yet,
her sister and the rest?

No, not yet.
Do you know them?

Slightly. You going
to meet them soon?

Next week,
I think. Why?

I'd just like the newsreel rights.
That's all.

Well, what do you mean?
What's the matter with them?

Nothing. I just think it's a fine idea
to meet the family first, don't you?

It saves wear
and tear afterwards.

Nice party.

It's even nicer here.

I've been thinking,
maybe it would be better

if you didn't tell your
sister after all, huh?

Not tell her? Why?

Well, the whole business depends
on my not making loopholes

whenever it's convenient.

I've already told her.

You did? When?
Mmm-hmm.

Tonight. I called
her from Anne's.

Jane made me promise
to let her know

the minute you said you'd
be free for Saturday.

You know, it takes time to make
arrangements for a big party.

What'd she say
when you told her?

Oh, she thought it was the cleverest
way in the world to do research.

You'll love her. And Harry, too.
They're grand people.

But she promised?

I wouldn't tell her
until she had. And Harry.

She just asked that you skip
the whole thing for the party.

She didn't mean to deny it, just
not to bring it up. And I said...

You said no.
What?

You said, "No, he won't skip the
whole thing for the party."

No, I didn't.
I said I'd ask you.

I'd never say yes
without asking you.

You mean,
you think I should?

Darling, why do you
always lose your sense of proportion

whenever the subject
comes up?

That was what
was so wonderful

about Professor
Lieberman tonight.

He certainly feels the problem
as deeply as anyone else,

yet he did have a sense
of humor about it.

And besides, you know
those suburban groups,

Connecticut,
Darien, up there.

It would just
start a whole mess

for Jane and Harry
for nothing.

And if it were
a mess for something?

But, Phil,
you're not Jewish.

It would just ruin the party for
Jane if she had problems with it.

Why can't I make you see that?
I know I promised.

No exceptions.

And you were being reasonable
to stretch it to Jane.

But it just seems so silly to start a thing
for her up there when it's not true.

Why not tell Jane just
to call off the party?

Well, it would
seem so queer.

Her only sister
getting married,

and if you were,
I'd manage.

Thanks.

Now, Phil, I'm not asking you to
make loopholes where it counts,

at the office, meeting people,
like at Anne's tonight,

but to go up to
Connecticut to a party...

And if we were to use
my house next summer...

And besides,
Jane and Harry...

I thought you said
they were so grand.

They are, but they can't help it

if some of their
friends are...

And besides,
it would just make...

A thing, a mess,
an inconvenience.

Well, it would.

For Jane and Harry,
or for you, too?

I'd be so tensed
up all the time,

I wouldn't have
any fun either.

Oh, Phil, if everything's going to
be so tensed up and solemn, I...

I think
I'd better go now.

Wake him up no matter what he says.
Tell him to hurry.

Don't worry.
I'll get him.

Pop.

Pop, get up.
It's for you.

Grandma said
to wake you.

Uh-huh.

Hello.
It's for you.

What for?
Telephone.

Okay.

Get up!

It's late, isn't it?

Mmm-hmm.

Here's your bathrobe.

I don't want it.

I said put it on.

Hey, Pop, here are
your slippers.

Finally roused him.

Hello.

Dave“.

Dave! Where are you? When did you get in?
It's Dave!

Hey, this is wonderful.
Where are you?

La Guardia. Just now.

I had a break and got assigned
to a plane with my C.O.

And I haven't had
breakfast. Get it?

Well, grab yourself a cab and
get right over here, will you?

Okay. So long. Hey, Ma.

Can you summon up some
of your famous hotcakes?

We used to eat a stack
apiece in the old days.

I guess the old
magic still works.

Can I have some,
too, Grandma?

How many breakfasts
can you eat in one day?

Okay. I never
have any fun.

You're going to be late for
school if you don't hurry.

I know what time
school starts.

And besides,
I don't like fruit.

You like bananas,
don't you?

Well, bananas
are different.

Say, Pop!
Huh?

Are we Jewish?

Jimmy Kelly said we were
Our janitor told his janitor.

Well, what did you
say to Jimmy Kelly?

I told him
I'd ask you.

You remember that movie that
Kathy and I took you to?

Sure.

And how you asked if things
like that really happened?

Kathy said they
were pretending.

Yeah, well, I'm pretending
that I'm Jewish

for the stuff that
I'm writing now.

Oh, you mean like
a movie or a game?

Yeah, something
like that.

Look, Tom, I'd like it if you'd promise
not to tell anybody it's a game.

Would you
promise that?

Okay. Sure.
All right.

What'll you tell
Jimmy, Tom?

Well, I'll say I haven't
any information.

Well, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Maybe that's not
such a good idea

to say you haven't
any information.

Maybe you better say
that you'd asked me,

and I said I was
partly Jewish, okay?

Okay.
Okay.

But not tell him
it's the movie part?

Have some more, Dave?

Doctor, Doctor, please,
you're hitting a nerve.

Good. Then I can
go do my marketing.

And I'll thank you two
hulks to at least pile

the dishes in the sink
while I'm gone.

Dave, it's wonderful.

Do you really think
you'll bring Carol

and the kids east
and live in New York?

We can all be together.
That's the plan.

You know, I can be eastern
representative of the firm. Big job.

Best break I ever had.

It all depends, of course, if
I can find a place to live.

I'm going to spend
my terminal leave

just to look
and look and look,

and try to find a place big
enough for Carol and the kids.

We'll find you something
if we have to dynamite.

Meantime,
you'll stay here.

Sure, Tommy can sleep on the
sofa in the living room.

Now, wait a minute...
No arguments, please.

You're talking
to a civilian, Captain.

You win. You know, my C.O.
had to move in

with an uncle he hasn't seen
since the First World War.

I'll help
with the cooking.

Not while I'm conscious,
you won't. Goodbye, boys.

Don't settle all the problems today.
Save some for tomorrow.

Boy, I'm loaded.

You know, I used to dream
about doing this, Phil.

What about this
series you're doing?

I've talked
about myself enough.

Come on. Give.

We'll get to it later.

What's eating you,
Phil?

Who, me?

You expecting a call?

You keep looking out toward
the phone every few minutes.

It's that obvious?

I... I had a scrap
with my girl.

I guess I wanted her
to be the one to phone.

That's another
department.

I'm doing a series on anti-Semitism
with a special angle.

That's interesting.

Interesting? Don't you
want a good, stiff series

in a big national
magazine?

Me? Sure.

You sound bored.

I'm anything but.

It's just that... Well, I'm on
the sidelines of anti-Semitism.

It's your fight,
brother.

Okay, I get it.

Listen, I don't care
about the Jews as Jews.

It's the whole thing,
not the poor, poor Jews.

Well, you know
what I mean.

Don't force me to make
with the big words.

Anyway, what's this
special angle you've got?

Well, I've been
doing it for a while.

I'm saying I'm Jewish,
and it works.

Why, you fool.

You crazy fool.

And it's working?

It works.
It works too well.

I've been having my nose rubbed
in it and I don't like the smell.

Yeah. I can guess.

You're not
insulated yet, Phil.

It's new every time,
so the impact

must be quite
a business on you.

You mean you get
indifferent to it in time?

No, but you're concentrating a
lifetime thing into a few weeks.

You're making the thing happen every day.
Going out to meet it.

The facts are
no different, Phil.

It just telescopes it,
makes it hurt more.

Hello?

No. Sorry

Wrong number.

You want to
talk about it?

No. It's just one
of those things.

I'm probably wiser
staying on my own.

After seven years alone, you
lose the instinct for marriage.

Baloney.

You and Carol ever get
off on tangents much?

Who doesn't?

Go on and call her,
you big dope.

So, you're right, and she's wrong.
So what?

So she has to
telephone you first?

Who makes such rules,
the Supreme Court?

Go on and call her and
stop licking your wounds.

Listen.

Meet me at the office
between 5:30 and 6:00.

I'll phone her.
I'll get Anne Dettrey.

She's a girl who
works at the office.

We'll have
a big celebration.

Okay.

Hey, can you imagine what it's
gonna be like me married again,

you and Carol here, all of us together?
How about that, huh?

First, I've got
to imagine a roof

over Carol's head.
Go on. Get going.

I'm going to start
looking right away.

How long do we
have to wait?

I'll take you to your table
as soon as it's ready, sir.

How about these
other people?

They're getting in
without waiting.

They had
reservations, sir.

Who do you have to know
to get a reservation?

Me, madam.

Oh, Captain, I'm expecting a call.
I left word that I'm here.

Will you call me when it comes?
Down at the end.

Your name, sir?
Phil Green.

Yes, sir.
Thanks.

-Have you ever been to Paris?
-Yes, I have.

Well, there's
a lovely restaurant

on the Boulevard
Montparnasse...

Yes. ...and we had
delicious pressed duck.

Anyone we know?

Know what I'm having, gentlemen?
What?

More fun than you
can shake a stick at.

You want me to send the waiter out
to get a stick just for a test?

No, thanks. None of those
things work for me.

Once I tried to let a smile be my umbrella.
I got awful wet.

Another time, I kept a stiff
upper lip for about a week.

People just thought I was
having my face lifted.

Tell me something,
gentlemen,

tell me why it is that every man
who seems attractive these days

is either married or
barred on a technicality?

Your timing is rotten, but
your instincts are just great.

Here's to my instinct.

Pardon me.

Oh, pardon me.

You know,
I don't like officers.

Well, neither do I.
I don't blame you.

What's your name, bud?

Dave. Dave Goldman.
What's yours?

Never mind
what my name is.

I told you
I don't like officers.

I especially don't like
them if they're yids.

Sorry, sir. He's terrible when
he gets all tanked up. Sorry.

What's the matter with you, anyway?
Come on, leave him alone.

Let's take a walk.

Come on. Sit down.

Take it easy, boy.

I'm terribly sorry this happened, sir.
He won't bother you again.

I was just coming over to tell
you there's a call for you.

Telephone, Mr. Green.
A lady.

Oh, thanks.

Come on,
let's eat, Anne.

You have a caller
for Mr. Green? Yeah.

Hello, Kathy?
Where are you?

I'm up at Jane's.

I came up to have
it out with her.

I couldn't call you until
I'd fixed everything up.

Darling,
I was wonderful.

I said all the things you
would have wanted me to say.

You would have
been proud of me.

Why can I make myself
clear to Jane and Harry

when it's you I want
to be clear with?

Well, I told you, baby, sometimes
I can be such a solemn fool.

I'm hard to
get along with.

The party's tomorrow.
Will you take the 3:00 train?

And I'll be waiting
for you at the station.

Darling, I can breathe again
now that I've talked with you.

I can scarcely
wait until tomorrow.

Good night, baby.

Oh, Kathy,
I love you, darling.

And I love you
more than ever.

Goodbye.

Welcome to Darien.
How are you?

Oh, hurry, Harris.
Come on, they're parched.

Your mother must be so
proud of you, Mr. Green.

Well, yes,
I hope so.

You enjoying
yourself, Phil?

Having a fine time.
Jane“.

Does your mother just adore
everything you write?

Well, not everything.
No, not exactly.

Oh, she must.

Some people have
all the luck.

Yes, he's kind of nice.

Nice? If I thought there were
any more around like that,

I'd go up into
the hills myself

and catch him
with my bare hands.

Oh, you would?
Yes, I would.

My dear, he's divine.
How long was he around loose?

About three days.

Mind if I steal
Kathy away?

Jane, you look
beautiful

So do you. It's a wonderful
party, isn't it, dear?

It's going beautifully, my dear.
I haven't seen the Bascoms.

Oh, didn't I tell you,
Joe called and said

he had that
dreadful arthritis

he's always getting, and they
said they were so sorry.

And where are the Howards
and the Berlicks?

Or are they coming
later for dinner?

Um, no. They all decided to go to
Hot Springs at the last moment.

I thought
I mentioned it.

Jane, dear, I'm in this
just as deeply as Phil.

I feel just as strongly
about it as he does.

But, darling,
what do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Just a little careful screening?
Just the safe ones?

Oh, darling, you're mad.
You're getting

a little hipped
on this series, too.

Mr. Green, tell me, do you get
your ideas first and then write

or do you write first
and then get your ideas?

Well, I... I'm afraid I don't think
I quite understand what you mean.

Excuse me.
Excuse me.

Darling, I'm afraid
I'm going to have

to spirit you away for a minute.
Oh?

Would you excuse us?
Why, certainly, my dear.

You make such
a charming couple.

And we all wish
you great happiness.

Thank you. Thank you.
We'll be right back.

Oh, no, no, no!

-Kathy?
-Jane?

Kathy, wait a minute.
Where are you going?

Phil and I are going to
disappear for a minute.

I want to show him the
house before it gets dark.

And we both
need a breather.

Of course. Give us all a chance to
talk about Phil without whispering.

But he's won everybody.
Has it been awful, Phil?

No, I'm coming
back for more.

Good boy. Harry says
this sort of thing

is a kind of
mental bankruptcy,

but we women love it,
don't we, Kathy?

We certainly do.
Come on, darling.

See you later.
Goodbye.

I feel pretty much of a fool over
the fuss I kicked up beforehand.

Can't imagine why
Jane even bothered

to ask if I'd lay
off for the party.

They all asked about the
series, thought it was fine.

Not one lifted
eyebrow in the bunch.

Hey, Miss Lacy,
you're not even listening.

That's right. I was thinking about
you, how wonderful you are.

Darling, there it is.

Aren't you supposed to carry me
across the threshold or something?

That's only
if you refuse to marry me,

in which case I take
you and throw you in.

Well, it's lovely.

It has a kind of
quiet all its own.

Did you do it
all yourself?

Every bit of it.

We can redo the nursery.

That was when Bill and I
hoped we'd have a child.

Could be Tom's room.

Will he like
the country, Phil?

He'll be crazy about it.

You and Bill
live here long?

Bill and I have
never lived here.

Never? Why not?

Well, it's hard
to explain.

I love this
house deeply,

and I started
to build it

when things first began to go
wrong between Bill and me.

And somehow it became a
symbol to me of many things.

Sometimes when you're
troubled and hurt,

you pour yourself into
things that can't hurt back.

Can you
understand that?

Sure.

I've done it
myself with work.

Well, I poured all my
hopes into this place,

and when it was finished,

I somehow knew that Bill
and I were finished.

I knew I couldn't live here with
someone I didn't really love.

It was always more than just a
house to me, a place I owned.

It meant everything
I hoped for,

marriage, children,
good life.

I knew I couldn't live here alone.
I knew that for sure.

And you've never
lived here at all?

No, never.
No one has.

I stay up at Jane's, and I come down
here and walk through the house,

poke at the curtains
a bit, sit out here.

And for a long while, I
hated it, really hated it.

But I could
never let it go,

and now I know why.

I was right not to
settle for second best.

I was right to keep hoping,
because it's all come true.

Darling, you and I are
going to be so happy here.

This house and I,
we were waiting for you.

I was always waiting
for you, I think.

Coffee,
coffee, coffee.

Anne, will you bring the
cream and the mints?

Mints? Where?
Right there.

How do you want
your coffee, Dave?

Black?
Fine.

Why don't you play that piece that you
know, dear, and make it a perfect evening?

You know,
she plays beautifully.

Darling, you keep on
thinking I play beautifully.

Well, you do.

Anne, would you put the radio on?
Sure. Okay.

You know something, Anne, these two
act like an old married couple,

and two days before the wedding.
It's kind of indecent.

And depressing.

At least give a little nervous
flutter once in a while, Kathy,

or the bellboys won't
make jokes to each other

as they carry up
your bags.

Well, is the honeymoon
place a secret?

Mmm. Big dark secret.
We're going to the White...

Don't tell
him where. He's nosy.

Liable to turn up at odd hours
pretending he's the house detective.

Oh, I'd love that.

I've always wanted to tell a house
detective what for, haven't you?

We're going to Flume Inn.
Do you know it?

What? Flume Inn
on your honeymoon?

Oh, no, you wouldn't.
You're kidding.

No, we're not.

Well, what's the
matter with Flume Inn?

Well, it's restricted,
that's all.

Restricted?

Darling, I'm sorry. I didn't
realize when I sent the wire.

Oh, that's all right, baby.
It's not your fault.

So that's how it is.
Restricted.

Are you sure, Anne? Have
you been there recently?

No, and I'm sure.

But they confirmed
the reservation.

I'm not going to let
them off the hook.

Darling, we can open the cottage.
We won't have to tell Jane...

Oh, sure, sure. You can
always go somewhere.

Those nasty little snobs
aren't worth fretting over.

There must be something
to do besides accepting this.

You can't pin
them down, Phil.

They never say it straight
out or put it in writing.

They'll worm out of it one way or another.
They usually do.

Phil. It's Tom. He wants you.
He sounds frightened.

Hello, Tom. What's up?

What?

Tom, listen, there's a bottle
of medicine in the cabinet.

Get it and give some
to Grandma right away.

Yeah, I'll be there
in five minutes.

What's happened?
Sounds like a stroke.

Well, I'll get a cab.
Anne, find Dr. Abrahams' name

in this directory, and ask him
to get down there right away.

J.E. Abrahams.

I'm going with you.

Hmm?

Oh!

She is magnificent.
Never complains.

Just keeps worrying about my
school if I'm down here all day.

Maybe we ought to hire
a part-time maid, Kathy...

Ever try drying dishes and
keeping your mouth shut?

It goes much faster.

Cheer up, darling.
Postponing a wedding

isn't the worst
thing in the world.

Well, I suppose
it isn't.

Just a week, two at the
most, Abrahams said.

Well, might as well
break the news, folks.

I'm afraid I won't
be here for it.

What? Why, Dave,
you got to be.

I don't think Phil
could get married

without you,
and I couldn't either.

Why? What happened? Nothing.
That's just it.

I can't abandon
my family forever

or find a house
or an apartment.

If it was just me alone,
I'd sleep in the subway,

but I've got Carol and the kids to think about.
I've got to go back.

There's no two ways
about it. I'm licked.

Yeah, but that means the
job, your whole future.

I'll live.
I did before.

Why, Dave,
that's terrible.

I spoke to Carol on
the phone last night.

I told her I'd give
it one more day,

but I know there
isn't a chance.

She's lonely, too. I've got
to go back, big job or not.

What is it, Phil?

Oh, nothing.

Come on, Phil, let's you and I get
out of the house for a while.

Kathy won't mind, and you
know Ma's out of danger now.

You need some air.

I'm going.

I'm going up to Flume Inn. What?

I'm going to use those plane
tickets we had for this afternoon.

I'll be back later.
Phil, what for?

You're wasting your time. Sure.

But there must be a time once
when you fight back, Dave.

I want to make them look me
in the eye and do it.

I want the
satisfaction.

I can't explain it, but I
want to do it for myself.

Phil, they're nothing
more than...

Let him do it,
Kathy.

You have to face them once.
I did it once at Monterey.

They are more than nasty
little snobs, Kathy.

You call them that, and you can dismiss them.
It's too easy.

They're persistent
little traitors

to everything that
this country stands for

and stands on.
You have to fight them.

Not just for the "poor,
poor Jews," as Dave says,

but for everything
this country stands for.

Anyway, I'm going-

See you later.

I think you'll find this room
more comfortable, Mrs. Brewster.

Thank you.
I have a reservation,

a double room and bath,
today through Thursday.

In what name, please?

Green. Philip Green.

Yes, Mr. Green.

My wife will be
here tomorrow.

Oh, yes.

One more thing.
Yes?

Is your hotel
restricted?

Well, I'd hardly say
it was restricted.

Then it's not restricted?

Would you excuse me
a moment, please?

How do you do, Mr. Green?
How do you do?

In answer to your question,
may I inquire, are you...

That is, do you follow the
Hebrew religion yourself,

or is it that you
just want to make sure?

I've asked
a simple question.

I'd like to have
a simple answer.

Well, you see, we do have a
very high-class clientele,

and, well, naturally.

Then you do restrict
your guests to Gentiles?

Well, I wouldn't
say that, Mr. Green.

But in any event, there
seems to be some mistake,

because we don't have a free
room in the entire hotel.

But if you'd like, perhaps I can
fix you up at the Brewster Hotel,

down near
the station.

I'm not staying
at the Brewster.

Look, I'm Jewish,
and you don't take Jews.

That's it, isn't it?

I never said that.

If you don't
accept Jews, say so.

Don't raise your voice
to me, Mr. Green.

You speak a little
more quietly, please.

Do you or don't you?

Mr. Green,
I'm a very busy man.

Now, if you want me
to phone for a cab,

or a room at the Brewster,
I'll do so, otherwise...

Otherwise what?

Tommy?

Oh, Phil. Hello.

It was bad. I can
tell by your face.

Dave was right.
It was a waste of time.

How's Ma?

She's fine.
She's asleep.

Tom's out playing.

Where's Dave? He's
gone out with Anne.

He packed all afternoon.

They decided to have
a last night on the town.

They'll wind up
here later.

How about some coffee?

No, thanks.

Tired, darling?

No.

I'm just thinking
about Dave.

I suppose you're thinking
about the cottage, Phil.

Yes, I did
think about that.

So have I.
You must know that.

And it wouldn't
work, Phil.

It would just be too
uncomfortable for Dave,

knowing he'd moved into one
of those neighborhoods.

Darling, don't you see that? It's
detestable, but that's the way it is.

It's even worse
in New Canaan.

There, nobody can
sell or rent to a Jew.

And even in Darien, where Jane's
house is and my house is,

there's sort of a gentleman's
agreement when you buy...

Gentleman's?
Kathy, you can't...

You're not going
to fight it, Kathy.

You're just going to
give in, play along,

just let their
idiotic rules stand.

I don't play along,
but what can one person do?

You can tell them to go jump in the lake.
What can they do?

Plenty.
Ostracize him.

Some of the markets not deliver
food, not even wait on him.

Phil, the series will be over
by the time we get there.

Phil, face facts.

You expect us to live in that
cottage once I know all this?

You can't make over the whole world.
You know I'm on Dave's side.

Well, I'm not on Dave's side or any
side, except against their side.

Kathy, do you or don't
you believe in this?

Because if you do,
how can you talk about...

Tom, will you please?
Kathy and I are talking.

But, Pop, I...

Tom, what is it?
What's the matter?

Did you have a fight? Argument
with one of the guys?

They called me a dirty
Jew and a stinking kike,

and they all ran off.

Oh, darling, it's not true.
It's not true.

You're no more Jewish than I am.
It's just a horrible mistake.

Kathy!

Come with me, Tom. We'll
talk about it in here.

Take it...
Take it easy, sport.

Want some water?

No, thanks.

Where did it happen?

Jimmy in it? Somebody
sock somebody?

No. They just yelled.
It was at our corner.

One was a kid
from school.

They were playing hop, and
I asked could I play, too.

The school one said no dirty
little Jew could play with them.

And they all yelled
those other things.

I started to speak,
and they all yelled,

"Your father has a long, curly
beard," and turned and ran.

Why did they, Pop? Why?

Come on,
drink some of this.

Did you want to tell them that
you weren't really Jewish?

No.
That's good.

See, there's a lot kids just
like you, Tommy, who are Jewish,

and if you said it, it'd
be sort of admitting

that there was something
bad in being Jewish

and something
swell in not.

They wouldn't fight.
They just ran.

Yeah, I know.

There's a lot of grownups
just like that, too, Tom.

Only they do it with
wisecracks instead of yelling.

Okay?
Sure.

Attaboy.

You want to go and read or
something while I talk to Kathy?

Okay.

Oh...

Let's keep this to ourselves
till Grandma's well, huh?

Okay.

Phil, I've got
something to tell you.

I'm pretty tired
of feeling wrong.

Everything I do or say is
wrong about anything Jewish.

All I did just now was to face
facts about Dave and Darien,

and to tell Tom just what
you told him the other...

Not just what.
You've only assured him

that he's the most wonderful
of all creatures,

a white,
Christian American.

You instantly gave him that
lovely taste of superiority,

the poison that
millions of parents

drop into the minds of
millions of children.

You really do think
I'm an anti-Semite.

No, I don't, Kathy.
You do.

You've thought it secretly
for a long time. No.

It's just that
I've come to see

that lots of nice
people who aren't,

people who despise it
and detest it and deplore it

and protest
their own innocence,

help it along and then
wonder why it grows.

People who'd never
beat up a Jew.

Or yell "kike" at a child.

People who think that anti-Semitism
is something away off

in some dark, crackpot place
with low-class morons.

That's the biggest
discovery I've made

about this whole
business, Kathy.

The good people,
the nice people.

You mean you're not going
to Darien this summer

even though you're
finished by now?

Let's save that
for another time.

I hate it, I hate it, I hate
everything about this horrible thing!

They always make trouble for everybody!
Even their friends.

They force people to
take sides against them.

Quit it! Quit that!

They didn't
suggest this series,

they didn't
give me the angle!

They haven't got
a single thing to do

with what's happened
between you and me.

Don't shout at me.

I know what you're thinking
about marrying me.

I saw it on your face
when I said that to Tom.

And don't treat me to any
more lessons of tolerance.

I'm sick Of it!

I'm not going to marry into
hothead shoutings and nerves,

and you might
as well know it now.

Kathy.

I'm sorry I shouted.
I hate it when I do it.

It's not just the shouting, Phil.
It's everything.

You've changed since that first
night I met you at Uncle John's.

It's no use, Phil.

Now I know why I drew back
when you told me the angle.

You're doing
an impossible thing.

You are what you are
for the one life you have.

You can't help it if you were
born Christian instead of Jewish.

It doesn't mean
you're glad you were.

But I am glad.
There. I've said it.

It'd be terrible.
I'm glad I'm not.

I could never make
you understand that.

You could never understand
that it's a fact,

like being glad
you're good-looking

instead of ugly,
rich instead of poor,

young instead of old,
healthy instead of sick.

You could never
understand that.

It's just
a practical fact,

not a judgment
that I'm superior.

But I could never
make you see that.

You'd twist it into
something horrible.

A conniving,
an aiding and abetting

a thing I loathe
as much as you do.

It's better to finish it now,
get it over with right now.

L...

I hate you
for doing this.

We could've been
so happy.

We had so much to enjoy
and so much to share.

And I hate you for taking
it away from both of us.

I hate you for that.

What do you know?
He's asleep. This early.

On your last night? Nonsense.
Come on, let's wake him up.

Let the poor
guy alone.

It's against my
deepest principles.

Hey, Phil, come on,
wake up. It's us.

Let the poor
lug alone.

I told you, I never
let any man alone.

Hey, I thought we were
expected, sleepyhead.

Where's Kathy?

She left early.

My, you look
nice in pajamas.

Get on a dressing gown. I'll
close my eyes if you're modest.

You go get the ice cubes
so he can get dressed.

He wouldn't let any dame see his
ratty bathrobe. And he's right.

Go on. Don't trifle
with your luck.

I don't think any man should
ever wear coats and ties.

They look just wonderful in
shirts and pants and in pajamas!

What's wrong, Phil?

Skip it.

Flume Inn?

Tommy got called
"dirty Jew" and "kike"

by some kids
down the street.

Came home pretty
badly shaken up.

Now you know it all.

That's the place they really
get at you, your kids.

Now you even know that.

Well, you can quit being Jewish now.
There's nothing else.

My own kids got it
without the names, Phil.

Just setting
their hearts

on a summer camp
their bunch were going to

and being kept out.

It wrecked them
for a while.

The only other thing that makes
you want to murder is...

There was a boy in our
outfit, Abe Schlussman.

Good soldier.
Good engineer.

One night, we got bombed,
and he caught it.

I was ten yards off.

Somebody said, "Give me a
hand with this sheeny."

Those were the last
words he ever heard.

Good morning.

Oh, good morning.

Miss Wales, here it is, the first three
installments, edited and ready to go.

Send every ten pages
downstairs.

Have it set up
in galley immediately.

Tell them I'm in a
hurry, a big hurry.

How long is that
much gonna take you?

Well, it's no more
than 10,000 words.

I guess I can have it
finished by tonight.

I am pretty fast.

"I Was Jewish
For Eight Weeks."

Why, Mr. Green,
you're a Christian.

But I never

Well...

But I've been around you more than anybody else.
And I never once...

What's so upsetting
about that, Miss Wales?

You mean there is some difference
between Jews and Christians?

Look at me. Look at me hard. I'm
the same man I was yesterday.

That's true, isn't it?

Why should you be so
astonished, Miss Wales?

You still can't believe
that anybody would give up

the glory of being a Christian
for even eight weeks, can you?

That's what's
eating you, isn't it?

And if I tell you that
that's anti-Semitism,

your feeling that being Christian
is better than being Jewish,

you're gonna tell me that
I'm heckling you again,

or that I'm twisting
your words around,

or that it's just
facing facts,

as someone else
said to me yesterday.

Face me now, Miss Wales.
Come on, look at me.

Same face, same eyes, same nose,
same suit, same everything.

Here. Take my hand.
Feel it!

Same flesh as yours,
isn't it?

No different today than it
was yesterday, Miss Wales.

The only thing that's different
is the word Christian.

Of course I'll see him.
Send him right in.

Good morning.

Thanks for seeing me, John. I'm
sorry to break in on you like this.

I turned the first half over
to Miss Wales for typing.

I'll finish the rest of it
by the end of the week.

Good.
I want to clear out.

Completely?

Yeah, completely.

Going back
to California?

As soon as
we get packed.

Will the office help me
get train reservations?

Yes. What about
future assignments?

I'll let you know.

I don't want to be
disturbed for anything.

Sorry about you two. Kathy
told my wife this morning.

She seemed pretty upset.

I'd have liked it
to go on, Phil.

It seemed so right,
you two.

Anything I can do?
Can I be of any help?

Talk is useless, I know, but maybe
someone who knew the both...

Thanks, John.
Thanks a lot.

I'd better be getting back. I'm
clearing out of the office tonight.

I'll finish the last
three installments

at home and
I'll bring them in.

We'll have
one more session.

Hey, I'm looking
for you.

It's the gol-darnedest idea for a
series this magazine has ever run.

No kidding, Green. I couldn't
put these 10 pages down.

The whole place is buzzing with it.
Now, about artwork.

Photographic treatment's my hunch.
What do you think?

Okay. No pictures of my kid or
me or my mother, understand?

Now, stop pushing me around. That's
the trouble with you Christians,

you know, too aggressive,
loud, pushing.

Everybody's got
a copy but me.

When's my turn
to see it, Phil?

The place is in a frenzy
over the wonderful plot.

Though, what plot there can be to a
series on anti-Semitism escapes me.

This is something.
It's hot, all right.

You fooled me,
Phil, completely.

Though I did want to say
a couple of times,

how have you lived this long spending
this much juice on it all the time?

I get it now.
Everything.

This is dynamite. Wait till
you read the rest of it.

Boy, if everybody would act it
out just one day of the year,

it'd be curtains
on the thing overnight.

Well, I gotta go. Minify ordered
everything stopped for this.

See you later.

It's a wonderful notion, Phil.
Congratulations.

Hey, you look kind of beat.
I worry about you.

I'm fine.

Uh-huh.

It's over with you
and Kathy, isn't it?

Phil, I guessed it last
night, but I wasn't sure.

It is over,
isn't it?

Everything's so rotten,
Phil. With me, too.

Look, if you're free
tonight, come on down

to my place and listen
to my troubles.

How about it?

Okay. Thanks.

We'll have dinner.

Feeling better?
Yeah.

Good.

You almost smiled
a minute ago.

You take your coffee black,
don't you? And one lump.

I remember
from the party.

You do?

You're quite a girl, Anne. I don't
think I told you that before.

Me? Sure.
Everybody loves Anne.

You said you weren't very happy.
Do you want to talk about it?

Nothing bores any man so
much as an unhappy female.

Now, look, Anne,
we're good friends.

Somehow, even in
this short a time,

we've been through
quite a bit together.

It's been good for me to be
able to be with you tonight.

I wish you would
talk to me.

All right, I'll talk.

We've been skirting
it all evening.

Let's bring it out
and clear the air.

Do you mind if I say something
about you and Kathy?

Let's don't.

All right, Phil. Mind your manners.
Be a little gentleman.

Don't let the flag
touch the ground.

This sort of honorableness
gets me sick, Phil.

It's just that I think you're
pretty straight, and she's...

Anne, drop it.

Okay.

I'm a cat and this
is dirty pool.

But I'm intolerant
of hypocrites.

That's what I said,
Phil. Hypocrites.

She'd rather let Dave lose that
job than risk a fuss up there.

That's it, isn't it?
She's afraid.

The Kathys everywhere are
afraid of getting the gate

from their little
groups of nice people.

They make little clucking
sounds of disapproval,

but they want you and Uncle
John to stand up and yell

and take sides and fight.
But do they fight?

Oh, no. Kathy and Harry
and Jane and all of them,

they scold Bilbo
twice a year

and think they've fought the good
fight for democracy in this country.

They haven't got the guts to take
the step from talking to action.

One little action
on one little front.

Sure, I know it's not
the whole answer,

but it's got to
start somewhere.

And it's got to
be with action,

not pamphlets, not
even with your series.

It's got to be with people, nice
people, rich people, poor people,

big and little people.

And it's got to be quick.

But not Kathy. She can't.
She never will.

She doesn't
rate you, Phil.

Phil, do you hate me
for saying this?

No.

I'd like to say
one thing more

if there's time.

If two people are
right for each other,

they usually
discover it in time.

If I had a kid I loved,
I'd want him to be brought up

with people who felt the way I
did about the basic things.

You proposing, Anne?

Maybe.

Maybe I am.

Hello.

Oh, Dave. Hello.

Thank you
for coming.

It was good of you.

You know about
Phil and me?

Yes.

I want to ask you
something,

and I want you to
answer me honestly.

Go ahead.

Do you think
I'm anti-Semitic?

No, Kathy, I don't.

Phil does.
Does he?

You know
I'm not anti-Semitic.

You're a Jew,
and you know it.

Why can I make it clear
to everybody but Phil?

Why, I was the one
who suggested the series.

Did you know that?

No, I didn't.

I hate this thing just as much as he does.
Why can't he see it? Why?

Why, tonight at dinner, a man
told a vicious little story,

and I was ill, I was sick
with rage and shame.

But Phil
actually makes...

What kind of story, Kathy?

Oh, it was just a story.
It had nothing...

well, suppose
you tell me anyway.

Well, it was just a vulgar little
joke that a man told at dinner.

It has nothing
to do with this.

Well, take it easy, Kathy. Maybe it has.
What kind of a joke?

I can take naughty
words, you know.

But why?

Oh, all right. It was a
man named Lockhardt,

and he tried to get laughs with
words like "kike" and "coon,"

and I despised him,
and everybody else...

What did you do, Kathy,
when he told the joke?

What do you mean?

I mean, what did you
say when he finished?

I wanted to yell at him.
I wanted to get up and leave.

I wanted to say to
everyone at that table,

"Why do we sit here and take it when he's
attacking everything that we believe in?

"Why don't we
call him on it?"

And what did you do?

I just sat there.
I felt ashamed.

We all just sat there.

Yeah.

And then you left
and got me on the phone.

Later, after dinner was over, I said I
was ill, and I am. I'm sick through.

I wonder if you'd feel so sick
now, Kathy, if you had nailed him.

There's a funny kind of
elation about socking back.

I learned that
a long time ago.

Phil's learned it.

And I haven't?

Lots of things are
pretty rough, Kathy.

This is just a different
kind of a war.

And anybody who crawls away is
a quitter just as much as...

I didn't say that.

You did.

Somebody told a story.

Sure, a man at a dinner
table told a story,

and the nice people
didn't laugh.

They even despised him for it, sure.
But they let it pass.

And behind that joke
there's Flume Inn

and Darien and Tommy
and those kids...

And if you don't stop with
that joke, where do you stop?

Is that what you mean?

That's right.

Where do you
call the halt?

I've been getting mad at Phil because
he expected me to fight this,

instead of getting mad at the
people who help it along,

like Lockhardt.

Not just old Lockhardt.
At least he's out in the open.

What about the rest
of the dinner guests?

They're supposed
to be on your side.

And they didn't
have to...

No, they didn't,
and I didn't.

That's the trouble.
We never do.

It all links up, Dave.

Phil will fight.
He can fight.

He always will fight.

And if I just sit by

and feel sick, then I'm
not a fit wife for him.

It was always on those deeper
issues that we had our quarrels.

Always.

And I never
knew it until now.

Sure.

A man wants

his wife to be more
than just a companion, Kathy,

more than his
beloved girl,

more than even the
mother of his children.

He wants a sidekick, a buddy to
go through the rough spots with.

And, well, she has to feel that the
same things are the rough spots,

or they're always out of
line with each other.

You're not cast
in bronze, sweetie.

You're nice
and soft and pliable,

and you can do anything you have to
do, or want to do with yourself.

Can I?

Can I?

But it's got to be
more than talk.

Now, don't scold, Phil.

I couldn't sleep, so I
sneaked into your room

and stole the first
two installments.

Come here.

Thanks, Ma.

I think maybe I'd rather have
that than almost anything.

I wish your father
could have read this, Phil.

He'd have liked it.

He'd have liked this.

"Driving away from the inn, I
knew all about every man or woman

"who'd been told the job
was filled when it wasn't.

"Every youngster who'd
ever been turned down

"by a college
or a summer camp.

"I knew the rage that
pitches through you

"when you see your own
child shaken and dazed.

"From that moment, I saw an
unending attack by adults

"on kids of seven
and eight and 10 and 12.

"On adolescent boys and
girls trying to get a job

"or an education
or into medical school.

"And I knew that they had
somehow known it, too.

"They, those patient,
stubborn men

"who argued
and wrote and fought

"and came up with the Constitution
and the Bill of Rights.

"They knew the tree
is known by its fruit

"and that injustice
corrupts a tree,

"that its fruit
withers and shrivels

"and falls at last to that
dark ground of history

"where other great hopes
have rotted and died,

"where equality and freedom
remain still the only choice

"for wholeness and soundness
in a man or in a nation."

Your father would have liked
to have you say that, Phil.

Not enough of us
realize it, Ma.

The time's
getting short.

Not enough people,
and the time's running out.

You mean Kathy?

Well, not just Kathy.

All the Kathys

everywhere.

You know something, Phil?

I suddenly want to
live to be very old.

Very.

I want to be around
to see what happens.

The world is stirring
in very strange ways.

Maybe this is
the century for it.

Maybe that's why
it's so troubled.

Other centuries had
their driving forces.

What will ours have been when men
look far back to it one day?

Maybe it won't be the
American century after all,

or the Russian century,
or the atomic century.

Wouldn't it be
wonderful, Phil,

if it turned out to be
everybody's century,

when people all over the
world, free people,

found a way
to live together?

I'd like to be around to see some
of that, even the beginning.

I may stick around
for quite a while.

Hi, Dave.

Hello? Mr. Case.
Dave Goldman calling.

I'm sorry to call you at this late
hour, but I can take that job.

I'm bringing my family
from California immediately.

I've got a house.

Thanks. So am I.

She's going to live up there
all summer at her sister's,

and if anybody
dishes anything out,

she'll be right there
to dish it back.

Yes, sir.

I think I'll stick
around for a long time.

Thanks, Dave.