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Hollywood,
where dreams come true,

unless you dare to dream
something bold and original.

My name is Eric Jonrosh.

And I invite you to part two
of my epic miniseries

The Spoils of Babylon.

After a painful ordeal
to bring my popular novels

to television,
I gave up.

I could see that
the network executives

cared little for art,

so I filmed The Spoils
of Babylon on my own,

with my own money,

money gotten from
many best-selling novels.

I lived and breathed Spoils
for three years.

I slept with the cast.

Every member of the cast
you'll see tonight,

I slept with.

My wife at the time,
Lauoreighiya Samcake,

the actress who plays
Cynthia Morehouse,

was very adventurous
in all matters sexual.

The woman had no shame.
(laughing)

(laughs)

Like Eve before the fall.

We often would
hold up shooting to...

to take pleasure
of each other's flesh

in front of everyone.

In fact, she could...

Tonight's episode covers
the war years,

and they are based on my own
terrifying experiences

reading about the war
as a child.

The deep love between Cynthia
and her brother Devon

cannot be torn apart by war

or separated by an ocean.

But Devon's return home
changes everything,

sets into motion the great drama
of their lives.

Please, won't you enjoy
part two

of my wonderful miniseries?

The Spoils of Babylon.

Why would I say, "wonderful"?

Makes no bloody sense.

No one says, "wonderful."

Sounds like something a man
from a circus would say.

A carnival barker, if you will,
would say, "wonderful."

I don't say, "wonderful."
I never have.

I refuse to say, "wonderful."

It's not wonderful.
It's... it's momentous.

It's epic.

But this miniseries
is not wonderf...

Previously
on The Spoils of Babylon...

(gunshots)

(screams)

My name is Devon Morehouse.

My story is an epic one.

Look, Father,
there's someone walkin'.

From now on,
your last name is Morehouse.

You can't marry me. You heard
father. I'm your brother now.

We're not even related.
Kiss me.

The money ran out, and most of
his land was sold off for taxes.

That well ain't
never comin' in.

There's oil down in that ground.
And I'm gonna get it.

Devon, we struck oil!

Son of a bitch, it's oil!

You're acting like
you don't want to make money.

I don't. Never have.

Devon, you haven't asked me
to dance all night.

Pearl Harbor came under attack
from Japanese naval forces.

- What does it mean?
- It means war, Cynthia.

I'm joining up.

This is my life.

Or what remains of it.

(ominous orchestral music)

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(airplane engines buzzing)

Morehouse to squadron leader,
I'm taking enemy fire.

Hold 'em off, son.
Keep those Japs off our bombers.

There's more action up here
than a cathouse on payday.

(machine gunfire)

Take that, Hirohito!

- Nice shooting, Morehouse.
- Whoo!

It's hotter than a cathouse

on a Saturday night
in July, captain.

Don't look now, but Japs
coming in

at 12 o'clock.

Roger that. Diving.

(imitates airplane engine)

Look out, Morehouse.

- I'm hit! I'm hit!
- Bail out, Morehouse, bail out!

Sorry, captain.

Gonna look around
for some mischief to get into.

Eject now, soldier,
that's an order!

No can do.

Looks like the man upstairs
has punched my ticket.

I'm headin' to
that big cathouse in the sky.

Morehouse, don't be a fool!

Fool?
I don't think so.

Is it a fool who goes up in
flames on the altar of freedom?

Would a fool rather die
than see the world

turned upside-down
by these devils?

No, sir.
I'm no fool.

Unless turning my back on love
makes me a fool.

Which I have done.

Turned my back on love,
I mean.

My father used to say when a man
meets his maker face to face

and has to account
for his time

on this great green Earth
of ours,

what does he stand for
that actually matters?

I mean, what really counts?

How many enemies he's killed?
The size of his bank account?

Sorry.
I'm not buyin' it.

All that really matters
is how we conduct ourselves

in the throes of love.

Do we shy away from the
vulnerability that love brings

or do we embrace it,

daring to taste
its exquisite pain?

Well, sis.

This is Lieutenant
Devon Morehouse.

If you can still hear me,

please tell my sister that I...

(explosion)

(screaming)

Cynthia, you've been
in your room all day.

I'm sorry, father.

What is it, girl?

It's Devon.
Something's wrong.

Wrong?

Now, you're just
filling your head with fear.

Come downstairs.
It's a party.

(sighs)

Something's wrong.
I can feel it.

We have a special bond.
I know something's wrong.

You got to stop this.

(scoffing)
"Special bond."

It's not natural.
I will not be shamed by this.

(slapping)
(screaming)

Father, no! Ah!

(panting)

Oh, Devon.
Why can't I go to you?

Where are you, Devon?

Oh, Devon.

Oh...

(exhales) That will go down
as the finest landing

in history of
the Naval Air Corps.

I must remind myself
to give myself a medal.

Oh, no. I need a light.

Oh, well.
Gotta find a light.

(dramatic music)

Finally.

Any one of you fish eaters
got a light?

(both cock guns)

(both speak Japanese)

We know that his plane
went down over Okajaba.

His captain saw a large ball of
fire rise up when his plane hit.

So you're telling me
that my son

Devon Morehouse is dead?

- (sobs)
- We can't be certain.

It's unlikely
any man could survive

that kind
of burning destruction

that's created
by a Hellcat upon impact.

No man ever has.

But you don't know.

Why don't you go in there
and organize a raid or something

and bring him out?

- Cynthia.
- I don't understand.

Cynthia.

Is he dead or not?

As General Cauliffe just said,

there isn't a man alive
who could've survived

the fiery inferno
of that plane going down.

Every bone in his body
would've been

charred and crushed.

But we simply can't be sure.

He's on that island.

Let me go there.

Let me talk to
this Mr. "Tanaka."

No need for air quotes.
That's his real name.

Jonas, I'm sorry. We just
have no more information.

Well, I want to thank you
gentlemen for making

the trip out here to the house.

Means a lot to me
and my daughter

that you are here
in this room with us.

It means a lot to us, sir,
to be here with you

in this very room, in person.

Well, thank you for being here
in person in this room.

It's the least we can do
to be with you

here, all together
in the same space and time.

Well, it's always a tough call.

Never know what to say.

Old man seemed
to take it well enough.

I felt sorry for the girl.

- Me too.
- Mm-hmm.

She was a very
good-looking young lady.

If you like that type.
And I do.

To be honest,
I couldn't stop staring at her.

Well, I'll be frank.

When she walked in the room,

I almost forgot
why we were there.

Why were we there?

Ah...

Oh, yeah.

(scrambled radio noise)

Here's the thing
about the Japanese.

We called them Japs back then.

They're not a bad bunch.

Sure, there was the daily
beatings, the starvation,

the constant barking
in that dog language.

But there was
that occasional smile

and maybe even
a little respect

for a warrior
they couldn't break.

Kinda tore me up a little bit
when I finally got my revenge.

(shackles break)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(gunfire)

(bodies thump)

This is M-Red 1
to Air Command Base 403.

Come in, Command Base 403.

I need you to hit this hill,
coordinates GC5,

with everything you got,
right down to the beach.

Welcome back to the game,
Lieutenant.

I never left it.

I never...

left it.

(bomb screams)

My knowledge of the Japanese
took me to London

where I oversaw
the Quadrilateral International

Committee for Wartime
Mission Appropriation.

To the mission, and
the United States of America.

To the United States
of America...

and Great Britain.

- To who?
- England.

- Mm, it's our turn to shine.
- Hear, hear.

- Mm-hmm. Hear, hear.
- Hear, hear. No offense.

- A little bit of offense.
- Well, right.

After the war,
I stayed in London

and tried hard
to forget Cynthia.

I freed myself from her
the only way I knew how.

Only then
could I return home.

(sappy orchestral music)

- Surprise!
- Surprise!

Oh, wow!
Thank you!

Oh, Devon.
It's really you.

Yes.
So good to see y'all.

Welcome home, son.

I have a surprise for you.

I want to introduce you
to the new Mrs. Devon Morehouse.

Lady Anne York.

Oh, cheery hello.
I'm Lady Anne.

Well, I'll be.

Everybody say hi
to miss lady Anne York.

Nooo!

Oh, Devon.

Was it all
a dreadful mistake?

A mistake?

Never, my love.

Don't say
such foolish things.

How could our...

how could our love
be a mistake?

Well, it's your sister.

The look she gave me
all afternoon is like...

It's like...

It's... it's like what?

I hate to say so.

But it's almost as if
she was not your sister,

but more like
a jealous lover.

(laughs)
No, no, no.

Nonsense.
That's just Cynthia.

We were... we were
very close as kids.

You know, we were... we...

Devon, it's just...

t's just I love you so much.

Oh, yes. I'm... I'm glad.

Hey, um, dinner
isn't for another hour.

Devon, I'm not...

I'm not sure I'm much up
for dinner anyway tonight.

Then how 'bout we, uh...

Go lay down and idle away
our time doing nothing at all?

Oh, Devon, take me to bed.

(sultry music)

(moaning)

Oh, Devon, my duke.
(moaning)

(soft, jazzy music)

I see you've finally
made it to breakfast.

I wish Devon had told me.

Well, we run a business here.

We've all been up for hours.

I'm guessing you didn't
work much in Wellingham.

Wellingtonshire, and no,
I'm afraid I didn't.

I'm having a bloody Mary

made with Bagpipes O'Tool
brand vodka.

Would you like one?

I don't drink alcohol,
but thank you.

So, what are your plans?

Plans?

Sorry, I don't understand.

You and Devon.

Are you gonna be
staying around here

or going back to England?

Oh, goodness, no.

I'm here to stay.

(dramatic music)
Here? In this house?

Cynthia,

I do wish
we could be friends.

Devon and I
are man and wife now.

Oh...

Of course.
(chuckles)

And I know you have
deep feelings for your brother.

And the two of you do share
a strong filial bond,

but Devon is my husband.

We are lovers.

There is a wonderful
spiritual nature to our love

and at the same time
a delicious earthiness.

A physical bond that
only two bodies coming together

naked in God's eyes
can really know.

For, although you have a sister's
love for Devon, which is lovely,

we have something different...
a lusting,

sensual,
truly naked love,

consummated in both spiritual
and sexual intercourse.

Okay. There's something
you should know.

Devon is in love with me.

And not the kind of love
that you think.

True, he is my brother,
but he is also a man.

And I am a woman,

full-bodied and sensual.

Devon has fought his lust
for me his entire life.

But battles are not war,

and I fight this war
with nature on my side.

And let me tell you something.

Devon will be mine,
and not as my brother,

but as my lover.

- We shall see.
- Yes, we shall.

For now it is my bed
he sleeps in.

And I too am a woman.

Not some cold, distant thing,

but a warm,
voluptuous female animal

who is not afraid to use my own
physical gifts to keep my man.

(chuckles)

I hardly think an English tart
is any match for a real woman.

Oh, I'm a real woman.

Any time you want
to find out you can come

and watch your brother
delighting in it.

(gasps)

How dare you?

How dare she what?

How dare she...

Think that this...

silverware of ours is...

better than hers.

You women fight over
the most peculiar things.

Hi, darling.

- Devon, we really need to...
- (smooches)

talk today
about the business.

You know, Father's ill
and I've been...

Plenty of time to chat later.

But first I want to show
Lady Anne here

what a million acres
looks like.

(psychedelic rock music)

Oh, my goodness,
there's so many acres.

- Oh, Devon, it's beautiful.
-
Any time with Lady Anne

(thunder)

My sister Cynthia proved
to be

a savvy businesswoman.

While I was away at war,
and while Father grew more ill,

she guided the company
very well.

She continued our profitable
association with the military

with bigger
and bigger contracts.

We expanded
into other markets...

rubber and plastics,
synthetics and paints,

and soybeans and toys.

And one day Father came to me
and asked me to take a drive.

I was sure he was too ill but he
wouldn't take no for an answer.

We drove way out into the hills
to see an old friend of his

named Seymour Luntz.

(religious chanting)

What is it?

It's what dreams are made of.

It looks like a carburetor.

It is.
It's a carburetor.

Mr. Luntz is being modest.

This here is a magical dynamo
of engineering

and mechanical wizardry
that will topple nations

and transport souls.

Well, what kind
of carburetor is it?

Well, I modified it.
It runs on steam.

I get 200 miles a gallon
with this.

That's impossible.

(coughing)

You need some rest, father.

Nonsense! I'm fine.

- Who else knows about this?
- Nobody.

You understand?

This is my legacy.

Our gift to the world.

When can it be ready?

I gotta get
a different metal on it,

heats up too fast.

Sorry?

I gotta get a different metal,
use a different metal on it

so it... it heats up too fast,
it gonna get melty.

Seymour needs time.

This thing will destroy
the oil industry.

It will revolutionize
the auto industry.

No one must know about this
until we are ready.

No...

one.

It will be...
our gift...

to mankind.

(dramatic music)

Well, there it is.

(grunts)

The story continues
the next time.

I'll be here waiting
for you...

Probably in this same booth

with the same moribund look
on my face.

How could it be otherwise?

Doris, would you like
to have lunch with me?

Hmm.

Doris, can you pour the wine
into my mouth for me?

What year is this?

What's that?

(laughs)

(coughing)

I should hardly think so.

I owned a race car
in those days. I did.

I raced in Monte Carlo
that year.

However it wasn't on race day.

It's a miracle
no one was hurt.

(chuckles)

Absolute miracle.

I deserve this.

You've worked hard today.

Don't take the bottle, Doris.
I wasn't done with that.

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