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Old mustache would do me a touch of class.

Mm.

Let's see how we did.

Not bad.

It's a goddamn shame, Floyd.

The moment you build something up,

they just come and take it all away.

The war has come home, dear readers.

Yesterday, we lost more Americans in our city

than soldiers overseas.

This epidemic is decimating our nation.

The president, fixated on the war in Europe,

now threatens to jail any journalist

who reports on our true killer --

the flu from Spain.

Next stop -- Egg Island.

As always, the real victims are the workers.

They have been left to die like dogs in ghettos,

while the president's capitalist cronies

shelter in their country mansions.

Our push for citywide business closures can only save so many.

Mr. President, we, the forgotten people of the United States,

demand action.

We, the poor and dispossessed,

we, the immigrants and the outsiders,

we, the colored and voiceless, demand nationwide closures.

Mr. President, send the workers home.

Shut it all down.

"You know that place between sleep and awake,

that place where you remember dreaming?

That's where I'll always love you, Peter Pan."

That doesn't sound like schoolwork.

It is, Papa. Molly's Tinker Bell in the play.

Well, let's focus on the real studies.

Long division for Tinker Bell

and grammar for Mr. Pan, if memory serves.

-Yes, sir. -Thank you.

No Latin for the first one up.

Come on.

"Disloyal, profane, and scurrilous language

about the U.S. government."

"Scurrilous." That's a first.

Another cease-and-desist?

President's goons now claiming that my push for closures

is tantamount to sedition.

They're grasping at straws to shut me up.

Won't they be surprised to find you so obliging for once?

You did tell them you'll be staying here until it passes?

Yeah. Of course. Yes.

Catherine mentioned that you brought on a new cook.

-Mm-hmm. -A stranger.

Surely these creature comforts aren't worth the risk.

Jules, the agency takes every precaution imaginable.

It even requires staff to isolate for days.

You know, Catherine said she had to drop her coins

in the grocer's vinegar bucket because no one will touch money.

And she said she saw whole families

-with trunks full of supplies. -Jules, there is no plague

on Egg Island.

Civilization is not breaking down.

Oh-- I was gonna keep that.

You're trespassing.

No, ma'am.

I'm Floyd.

Floyd Monk.

I'm the new cook.

Papers.

You were meant to arrive yesterday.

My apologies, ma'am. Permit didn't clear in time.

Things are pretty backed up at City Hall, as you might imagine.

Perhaps you should have taken that

into account and filed sooner.

I filed the moment I heard I got this gig.

I couldn't get here... soon enough.

I woke up in hell, and here I am in paradise.

Can I help you with that?

That's very gracious of you.

You'll have to manage, Mr. Kaan.

He needs to be sanitized.

There are rules, Mr. Monk,

that all staff are required to follow.

The house rules.

The Hortons demand absolute isolation.

No one leaves the property for anything other than necessities.

Groceries, supplies, the like.

This isolation will not be a problem for you?

No, ma'am. I feel right at home.

Which one of them rooms is mine?

None of them.

Our quarters are here.

This way.

The Hortons take supper at 7:00 sharp.

An eggplant casserole will make a fine first impression.

Mm.

I bet some people wonder if what you call a muckraker...

living in a place like this could really mean

-all he's writing. -Mr. Horton plans

to donate the estate to the public.

He's dedicated his life to fighting for us workers.

That's wonderful.

I hear he exposed his own father's meat-packing business.

His own flesh and blood.

Now, how do you not get cut out of the will for that?

How do you know so much about Mr. Horton?

I'm a fan.

Allow me to introduce our new cook, Mr. Monk.

-Welcome to our home. -What a beautiful home it is.

Truly.

I see that pool in the other room with the water.

Mm-hmm. - That's for swimming?

-Of course. -I seen Willie Hearst

got something like that.

Miss McMurray, I imagine, has acquainted you

with the privileges we offer our staff here.

You're invited to use my library as your own and borrow greedily.

Here, we do hope to help the staff move on

from service work, if that's what their wish is.

My wish is to never eat old McMurray's cooking ever again.

-Molly. -What happened to your finger?

I just blew it off right at the nub.

You can see right there.

We was taking San Juan Hill in '98.

-Right there. It's clean off. -Can I touch it?

- No. - Still see the bone.

We are against mechanized mass slaughter here.

We are conscientious objectors.

In this home, we don't believe in taking life of any kind.

Not in war, not even for succor.

All right.

Uh...

I'm curious, Mr. Monk.

Which restaurant did you say you worked in prior to joining us?

It was just a little tavern. You wouldn't have known.

-Try me. -Oh, it's...

I'll tell you what, though. We made a damn good gin rickey.

Ahh.

But we had to shut it down with the closures.

I am very sorry for your loss.

At least I have my health.

All right. Enjoy your succor.

Mr. Monk is an interesting fellow.

- Ooh! - Oh.

But maybe a good cook.

Boss wants to eat leaves. That's his right.

I just don't see why we can't eat meat.

When you have an estate of your own,

you can stuff your face with all the meat your heart desires.

You worked here a while, huh?

Delivered Mr. Horton into this world.

Bless you.

What about you, Sheikh?

What's a guy like you doing in this country

at a time like this?

I make music back home in Istanbul.

I come to America for Tin Pan Alley.

I hear the streets are paved with gold.

When I get here, I learn two things.

One, streets are not paved with gold.

And two, I was expected to pave them.

You just count your luckies

my Jerome ain't burying you in a trench.

369th, Harlem Hellfighter, my Jerome.

When he returns from the front,

he's gonna be putting me though medical school.

Mr. Horton is writing a letter of recommendation.

Though it's doubtful any school will accept her.

She's a dreamer.

She's hasn't learned the one law of the land.

Either you have servants, or you are one.

All right. Where y'all keep the hooch?

Staff has never permitted to consume alcohol.

House rules.

I saw Mr. Horton nursing a glass of scotch at supper.

You will abide by our rules,

or you will be on the first ferry back to the city.

Do you understand?

Yes, ma'am.

The National Woman's Party called off our drive.

I feel myself getting idle already.

I know what you're gonna say, you're gonna say

that I should work on the biography, but...

I think it's a bit of a mess.

-I was thinking... -Damn it.

...why don't I try my hand at fiction again?

Jay?

I'm sorry.

Today, after my story broke,

the president's goons ransacked our office.

-Was anyone hurt? -No.

No, but Harry's convinced the APL is tailing him.

Well, what about us? Are we safe?

Of course. Of course.

No one knows we're out here.

But Harry's refusing to cover the influenza,

and so is everyone else.

You did all you could.

Violent riots broke out

in cities across our nation

over the president's handling of the influenza.

This morning, I joined the protesters at City Hall.

It was peaceful until bloodthirsty soldiers

arrived on the scene.

Hey, diddle-diddle. Queen's in the middle.

Five will get you ten. Ten will get you twenty.

Got eyes on the little lady?

-Give me the card. -You dirty cheat.

Mr. Monk, what is this?

Just some things I gathered for lunch.

This will all make you sick as a parrot.

But this-- this will put the devil in you.

Is that right?

Mr. Kaan, dispose of this immediately.

And this is not a riverboat casino.

Keep yourself to the kitchen while you're inside this house.

Come on, Mr. Kaan.

Let's get ahead of the morning crowds.

Boss is sure fighting the good fight, hm?

Come up. To your studies.

Aww.

If schools remain closed,

someone will have to tutor the children.

Mrs. Tidwell is perfectly capable.

-But I... -Or perhaps...

perhaps I could.

No, Jules, Jules, you...

you are a writer.

And you have more raw talent in this fingernail

than I could ever hope for.

You have the power to change the way people...

Thank you.

Bravo.

Bravo.

Ah.

It is not every day you meet someone

on the front page of the papers.

-Mm-hmm. -If I may.

If you could just indulge me.

"I saw the horror in my comrades' eyes

as the president's men landed their billy clubs

on the immigrants and the colored,

whose blood clings to my shirt even as I write."

"Even as I write."

You really stick it to them fat-cat politicians.

Mm-hmm.

That's the power of your writing.

So much respect for you.

Thank you.

It does feel like you were really there.

-Was there even a protest? -Of course.

Paper has a junior reporter taking notes on the ground.

And I'll be putting them together

in my own prose from here.

Is that not deceiving your readers?

Woodrow Wilson is deceiving the American people every day,

and his deceptions are costing lives.

I am saving them.

Let me help you.

No, I'll be fine.

-What happened? Christ. -No need to make a scene.

I'll survive.

There is panic at the market.

They're cleaning out the shops,

hoarding food, fighting like rabid dogs.

Miss McMurray was attacked?

It was the Elway maid. She stole our potatoes.

- Whore. - Elway maid?

Well, why on earth would she do such a thing?

The plague's come to Egg Island.

They say a dozen cases today alone.

The locals are blaming the summer crowds.

I saw a farmer set a Cadillac on fire.

Mr. Monk, you will accompany Mr. Kaan to town

from here on out.

Now fetch a first aid kit.

Make it quick.

Why don't you kiss my ass, nancy boy?

I beg your pardon.

What did you say?

Uh, why don't we get some sassafras for the boy?

Kaan and I, next time we're in town.

Fetch the kit.

How many rooms do you reckon there are up there?

Eight? Nine?

-A dozen, I believe. -Mm-hmm.

There's plenty of room for all of us.

We should just go on and pack up and move in.

There ain't nothing stopping us.

Nothing at all.

That's Mr. Horton's single-malt.

-Mm-hmm. -Put that back

where you found it, or you're gonna get us all canned.

I bet you'd like to pull from it, warm up a little bit.

We need this job, Floyd.

The Hortons can't replace us

not with people are dropping like mayflies all over town.

All we got to do is ask.

We can ask for anything.

Our wish is their command.

You want to put the screws on them?

Look, we got a good thing going here.

Mr. Horton treats us right. Better than most would.

We're risking our lives

every time we go shopping for this family.

We deserve more.

Hmm?

Pay could be better.

A lot of things could be better, Kaan.

New rules. It's fair and due.

It's fair and due.

-Hell, yeah. -Mm!

That a girl.

Mm.

You're dreaming if you think you're gonna

get McMurray on board.

"Dear Mr. Horton -- With the keenest of admiration,

I have been following your lone defiance

of the president's censorship regime.

McClure's Magazine wishes to run a feature on you

and our fight for a free press.

Penned by yours truly,

-Upton Sinclair." -Upton Sinclair.

Who is Upton Sinclair?

Only the second greatest muckraker of our time.

And McClure's has more readers

than any other publication in the entire country.

Are you gonna be famous like Charlie Chaplin?

Is it not unusual

for a journalist to be featured so prominently?

I imagine McClure's wishes to get a sense

of who I am as a man.

Upton, of course, has become somewhat of a kingmaker

to the Progressive Party.

So you've decided you're going to run?

I've been chosen, Jules.

Oh! Oh, how creative. Mr. Monk.

- Honey, look. - This is the moment

we've been waiting for, Jules.

If I have Upton behind me, I'm a shoo-in.

If I can get his endorsement, the workers of this world

will get a governor who gives a damn.

The power of Christ compels you.

-Yes. -The power of Christ

compels you.

She got that flu from Spain.

Must have got it at the market.

Most likely.

There's a thickness to it.

Guy at my tavern had the same bile.

Burn her sheets and deep-clean the house.

Oh, Catherine! Catherine, can you hear me?

I chartered you a boat to take you to the finest doctor

-in the city. -It's not influenza.

-What is she saying? -I have no idea.

-It's just gibberish. -I will be fine.

Let-- Let me out.

Oh, no can do. House rules.

You.

You.

Him. Yes. Yes, it's him.

-I think it's gone to her brain. -Absolutely. Yes.

Godspeed, Catherine.

Yes. Thank you.

I see...

Is Miss McMurray gonna die?

Oh, of course not, honey.

Miss McMurray will be right as rain

and back before you know it.

Let's get you both in the bath.

I-- I want Mrs. Tidwell to do it.

Of course.

Come on, then.

He's never in good spirits after a nap.

-Yeah. -We should wait.

No. We're gonna do it now.

Stop-- Stop, Floyd-- Floyd-- Floyd, no!

You awake, boss?

Hey, boss, you awake?

We're done with the cleaning.

Thank you.

Yes... You may get supper started.

That's good. Yes. Thank you.

Man up, Kaan.

Sir, we have been talking amongst ourselves,

and we have been putting our lives at risk, you see.

-And... -Mm-hm.

We feel that, in order to continue...

additional compensation is only fair.

You beat me to it.

Yes, Mr. Kaan.

With Miss McMurray's tragic departure, yes,

you will be all taking on additional chores,

and a raise is only fair.

Double?

Double? You want me to double your wages?

Mr. Kaan, if I refuse, are you saying you will quit

and leave my family stranded in the midst of a plague?

-I will double your wages. -Thank you, sir.

-Thank-- Thank you, sir. -That's awfully generous, sir.

-That's-- That's so kind. -Thank you.

There is another small matter that we should discuss.

-That's the servants' quarters. -Staff.

Here, we call it the staff quarters.

Well, it's no longer satisfactory.

Did you not disinfect them yourself?

It's not safe.

And what do you propose, Mr. Monk?

There is something off about that man.

Well, I wouldn't feel safe in the staff quarters either.

Hell, yeah.

I tell you.

I don't think it had anything to do with safety.

Then what?

Whoo.

The French ambassador stayed here once.

-Mm-hm. -Hope he kept it warm for me.

All right.

Oh.

One less road to pave, huh, Genghis?

You are a crazy bastard, Floyd Monk.

♪ You can hear the girls declare ♪

♪ He must be a billionaire ♪

♪ You can hear them sigh and wish to die ♪

♪ You can see them wink the other eye ♪

♪ At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo ♪

Mr. Kaan, I must bathe in the pool now

because your bath emptied the tank.

The staff will bathe in the afternoon.

-Understood? -Yes, sir.

Whoo!

Hey, Genghis, now all we need

is a couple pieces of hun tail.

Mr. Monk, the pool is never to be used by staff.

I thought we was all bunking together.

-But the pool is different. -Why?

-Because it is. -Why?

Your-- Your rooms may have changed,

but the rules of this house still remain the same.

-Mr. Horton. -What?

Telephone for you, sir. A Mr. Sinclair.

Get out... now.

Out.

What are you trying to pull, Floyd?

We have it made now.

What more could you possibly want?

Mm-- okay. Count.

I'm not counting. I'm not counting.

Upton! Upton, old sport. How are you?

Horton, my dear dauphin.

You do me-- you do me too much credit.

Perhaps you do yourself too little.

Your writing,

your defiance of the president

has many calling you this generation's

penultimate muckraker.

And some are even convinced the Progressive Party

has found its heir apparent.

You flatter me now.

Others are calling your work

rank opportunism.

That is why I wanted to hear from you directly.

What was it that motivated your decision?

Upton, I would say in a...

in a word, it would be...

...outrage.

Moral outrage

against the president's censorship of the press.

Horton, I was referring to your decision to remain in the city.

I mean, it's no secret you could have sheltered in comfort,

like many other men of your means.

And yet you remained in the eye of the storm.

Why did you decide to put your life on the line?

I wouldn't-- I can't call it a decision.

I'm fighting a war here

with nothing but my words as a weapon.

If I may so borrow your words.

This plague is decimating our city.

And if it were not for the journalist

in times like these, who's left to hold

the feet of the powerful to the fire?

Skipping town was never an option.

Quotable as always, Horton.

Mm.

Um... Upton,

if I may ask you a question,

and I-- forgive me for being too direct--

Don't pussyfoot with me.

You're itching to run.

You need McClure's to win.

I would, of course, need to run any endorsement

by the editorial board.

Of course.

I'll see what I can do.

Well, thank you.

Excuse me.

-Hello. -Hi, cutie pie.

-Hi-- -Sorry for being late.

Please don't say nothing to Leo. He can be a real hothead.

No-- Leo? I'm sorry. Who is Leo and who are you?

No one phoned ahead?

Owner's giving away this beaut.

Must have gone funny in the head.

Ahh, um...

I am the owner.

Oh, how do you do?

-County clerk's office sent me. -I'm fine, thank you.

I... they want to look for their new park.

Wow. Very presumptuous of them.

Oh, don't tell me you're having cold feet.

You do plan on donating the estate.

Yes.

Yes. Of course. It's just we're in early stages.

And frankly, this is not a good time.

You see, my family and I are trying to isolate.

Don't be such a worrywart.

Don't worry. I won't say nothing to Leo

about you getting cold feet...

-cutie pie. -Mm, ahh.

You got to pony up if you want to play a game.

-Genghis. -Come on.

I've got nothing to lose.

Only dirty paper.

I'll chip in for you.

You pay me back next payday?

-Deal. -'Cause I love you.

He definitely said we could use this room?

Anytime we want.

Did I shuffle the cards?

- Here, give me the cards. - She can do it.

Here we go.

Ahem.

I'll pretend I didn't see anything

on one condition.

Deal me in.

-Give her some cards. Come on. -What do we got? Hold 'em?

-Hm? Stud. -Well, that's disappointing.

Because stud is to hold 'em what checkers is chess.

Wow. So you know a thing or two.

A life has many chapters, Mr. Monk.

Mine have not always been so ladylike.

Yes.

Catherine?

Oh, what a relief.

Yes-- Jules, it's Cath...

I was writing a play a week,

and I was getting drunk every night...

You like it there. You were Parisian.

Yeah, I did. But when Jay proposed,

I had to come home.

Next time you write, I will do your music.

How about we leave these kids, pack up,

and we all go to Paris, the four of us?

Okay.

I will drive.

Jay!

I gave them permission.

Oh, honey, we all just needed to unwind.

Miss McMurray telephoned.

She will be here tomorrow. She's fit again.

-Whoo! -Wonderful.

It wasn't the influenza.

Her illness was a result of something she ate.

I want him gone.

-Who? -You know who.

Catherine's convinced he compromised her food.

-Intentionally? -Yes, intentionally.

That's ridiculous.

Catherine's always suspicious of the staff,

and she's allergic to everything.

Do you remember those hives in London?

It has nothing to do with...

I understand you don't like Mr. Monk,

so go ahead and fire him.

Just don't pretend it's for any other reason than that.

I'm not pretending... Don't turn...

Good night.

Poor shot.

Good morning, ladies.

Have you, by chance, seen the paper?

It wasn't delivered today. Mail didn't come neither.

That is odd.

Where is Mr. Monk? I would like to speak with him.

Oh, he went to the market with Mr. Kaan.

They're meant to pick up Catherine

at the ferry depot as well.

Must say, I've never been this excited

to see that dour Irish mug.

You and me both.

Have him come see me when they return.

Yes, sir.

Whoo!

You put a little whip cut at the neck,

and you let it drain for, like, two days.

Where's Catherine?

The ferry shut down.

They closed the harbor, the market, the post office.

They closed everything.

We're just prisoners in paradise.

It's all right. Come on, now.

They lifted the hunting restriction

to make sure no one goes hungry.

They can't expect us to kill our own food.

Well, your neighbor just pulled a buck across the road.

Must have been...

well, it was 200, 250 pounds.

Big old thing.

Absurd.

Were are you going?

To phone the mayor.

There's been 52 cases on the island, with 11 deaths.

They're only using private vessels to transport the sick.

Jay, please.

We don't need to shelter them, Jules.

Hey, don't worry, kids. The mayor acted early.

And they're gonna have this thing

stomped out in no time.

-You can't fire him now. -Fire who?

-No one. -Monk.

He has no way of leaving the island.

The hotel is closed. Where would he go?

His whereabouts will no longer be of concern to us.

That's cruel.

Fine.

He's on the first running ferry out.

It's breakfast.

I want oatmeal.

Sorry about that, Your Majesties.

The market's closed.

I'm just working with what I got.

You know, we only got a couple of days' produce left

in that garden.

I do think we should consider following your neighbor's lead.

The answer is no.

You wouldn't have to dirty your own hands.

You just leave the killing and the carving to me.

There will be no killing, there will be no carving,

and there will be no guns in this house.

How about fishing?

I always wanted to learn how to fish.

-I can show you how to fish. -I'm sorry. Was I unclear?

There will be no taking of any life in this house.

He's only trying to help.

Thank you. That is enough, Mr. Monk.

Eat.

Jay

Jay, someone's on the property.

What?

These ones are nice and ripe.

-I'll call the sheriff. -There's no time.

That's all the food we have.

-I'll get the staff. -No, no.

I'll take care of it.

Make sure you get all them cabbages there.

-The purple ones behind you. -Yeah.

Every last vegetable.

Would you look at these?

Always wanted to squeeze Mrs. Horton's turnips.

Honk-honk.

Get off my property.

The police have been called.

Piss off, summer man.

Y'all come down in the offseason,

bring the damn plague with you, suck us dry.

I sympathize with your plight. I sincerely do.

But I am appealing to your civility. Please.

How about this for civility, summer man?

My family and I, we are vegetarian.

You two can hunt for all the food you need.

What about our hors d'oeuvres?

You.

You...

Please. No!

No. Give me-- please!

No!

Ciao, cutie pie.

They sure socked you right good,

huh, Mr. Horton?

Thomas!

We're all here, Sheriff.

I'm the only one who got a clear look at the thieves.

One was here last week, canvassing.

Plotting, I can only assume.

We have your statement, Mr. Horton.

We'll do what we can.

Actually, I came to discuss another matter,

one I've been seeing all the homes on the island about.

Some unpleasant business, I'm afraid.

Have a seat.

Now, please brace yourselves.

Oh...

We haven't been able to I.D. him,

but we have reason to believe his killer

fled to Egg Island.

A hobo saw a fella dump the body

and then trailed him to the ferry depot.

Described a derelict of a man

in moccasin boots and a coyote hat.

Any of you note any miscreants like that lurking around?

- No, sir. - Nobody out of place?

No one. No one suspicious. No.

Well, this hobo should be able

to put a face on our killer for us

as soon as the ferry's running.

One bag of rice? That's it?

That's all they had left, madam.

This is from the Dodsons.

No one would part with anything else.

How many homes were you able to visit, Mr. Kaan?

All of them, sir.

All of them, uh...

very good. Very good.

We'll ration this and continue our search.

Mama, Molly stole my piece.

Here.

I will get us more food. I promise.

You said that the last time.

How about a nice, juicy steak for madame and monsieur?

My God, man! Get those guns out of the house.

-I ain't gonna use them inside. -Get them out of here.

Well, Mrs. Horton...

This was your idea?

Our children need to eat.

We all do.

Sir, ain't no one expecting you to hunt.

You're the ideas man.

All right? You leave the bloody business

of putting food on the table to me.

Hm?

I will feed my own family.

Jay, don't be absurd.

Oh... rats.

Your papa, he scouted out the bedding area,

and he went downwind to that.

Now, why did he go downwind?

So they couldn't smell him.

When the buck come down, they had this moment.

They locked eyes, your papa and that buck.

And he took him.

-You did it! -You saved us!

Our harvest maker.

-Papa. -Yes?

Tell us how you ran the buck down the valley.

Ran the buck down the valley?

You shot the buck and got us food.

-I didn't... -Yes, you did.

Don't be modest.

I only did what had to be done.

That's right.

Aww.

Hey, hey.

Surely we can...

all eat together tonight.

Sweet Lord.

Tastes like a big mushroom.

But juicier.

Sir, the good Lord's looking down.

I know He's gonna forgive you satisfying yourself

in such times of need.

He's right.

You ought to try it.

You're gonna run out of rice soon.

I just want to say also it feels so good

to be able to rely upon this man

- to provide for us. - Mm.

I'd like to thank you for bringing me this meal tonight.

All of us.

We are all thankful.

I know what a sacrifice this was for you,

and I'm so grateful.

To our leader...

and our provider.

Jay... Jay.

Do you hear that?

What?

You don't hear that?

Stop. Someone's in my pool.

Get the hell out of my pool.

Or what?

You gonna fire me?

If I go, the rest of your staff is gonna walk with me.

And then what, you'll just be doing your own laundry

and your own dishes, watching your own children,

putting your own food on the table?

Fire me?

Seems to me you're the ones fired.

You're fired, Jay.

You're fired.

How dare you speak to me like that?

Hey!

Look, there ain't but one rule in this house,

and that's just stay out of my hair.

You got that, nancy boy?

Your staffing agency placed an insurrectionist into my home

where my family sleeps.

Yes. He is corrupting my entire staff.

No.

Yes, yes.

One governess, one chauffeur, one cook,

and one Mr. Mahler on the damn phone now!

You...

then you'll send the replacements

once the ferries are up and running

and you find Mr. Mahler.

His... His cook is attempting some...

some sort of coup.

Well, very well. I'll expect it presently.

Where are you off to?

Oh, honey, the children and I were hoping

to accompany you on your hunt.

-We want to see you in action. -Please, Papa.

-Absolutely not. No. -Please, Papa.

No.

Taking life of any kind

is never something to be proud of.

I never swam in a pool before.

Where are your uniforms?

Off to bag another trophy, are you, boss?

No, you will not be accompanying me.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Upton? Yes. Patch him through.

Upton Sinclair.

-Upton Sinclair? -Upton Sinclair.

Ssh, ssh.

Yeah. Tomorrow's cover?

How about I take you all fishing?

There's quite a lot of real estate, actually.

We would be delighted to join you, Mr. Monk.

Shall we go fishing?

- Yeah. - All right.

Are you a good fisherman?

Good excuse as any to day-drink.

Looking forward to it.

Thank you. Bye.

Greatest news.

Got to bend your knees.

You ever throw a ball? That's the way.

You just haul back

and then you crack your body like a whip.

I think the fish are too cold to be hungry, Floyd.

That's not it. You got to bend your knees...

and whip it.

"There's a bell..."

It's all backwards. No one believes me.

- Thomas. - I can't feel my toes,

and the story's dumb.

Then you can choose another one.

I got a story for you.

It's about a knight and a wizard.

Couple of elves get stranded on this deserted island.

How did they get there? They can't just appear.

Uh...

A great storm and terrible shipwreck.

You see, the wizard brought down the storm

when he said the magic word.

-"Tempest"? -Yes.

The elves, they were stranded, and they didn't know

how to fend for themselves.

They couldn't even make a fire, not even the elf king.

Then how did he get to be the king?

They voted.

Yes.

I'm humbled to accept your nomination.

And do you want to know what happened next?

The elf king fed his subjects to the monster

who kept watch over the terrified princess.

And also the most beautiful princess in all the land.

Yes.

To protect her, the wizard transformed himself

into the swiftest of all the steeds.

But who will ride him?

Only the bravest of all the knights.

Look! Miss, I've got one!

Floyd, I don't know what to do.

Don't panic.

How thoughtful of you, Mr. Monk.

What?

This package came this morning.

It has no postmark on it, or address or anything.

I'm pretty sure it's a magazine.

I think it said "MacClure."

Sir, your editor's on the line.

I'm sure he wants to congratulate you.

Ha-hah!

Hey, diddle-diddle. Queen's in the middle.

Five will get you ten. Ten will get you 20.

All you got to do is keep your eye on the little lady.

Here.

Nuh-uh, pay up.

I'll fix us a couple of gin rickeys,

slip into the evening.

-Don't look at my cards. -Mm-hm.

Good morning, everyone.

Jay?

Fear not. I am unscathed.

Oh, my God.

-Oh, Jay! -Papa!

-Mr. Horton. -Are you okay?

Aah!

Don't come over here.

Um...

Yeah, this is kind of bad.

Honey, come out of the pool.

Oh, God.

The board demanded my resignation.

I promise... you'll find your way back.

I'll never publish again.

Wilson. He set me up.

Woodrow Wilson?

The APL probably had eyes on me from the start.

Tipped off McClure's that I'm out here.

No one knows you're here but the people in this house.

And none of us would want you to lose your job.

Come here. I just have something to tell you.

Come here.

You're fired.

Jay? Jay.

-Um... -What is it?

Nothing, no, nothing-- It's nothing.

I-I... I need to sort some things out.

Mm!

Oh, Mr. Monk. You're hurt.

-Yeah. -Here. Please.

Let me help.

-May I? -Yeah.

Don't touch it. Don't touch it.

Oh, my.

We're gonna have to get this cleaned up.

Oh, just leave it.

I don't mind the idea of fine china in my body.

Makes me feel rich.

You better have a sip. This is gonna hurt.

You go first.

- Phew. - Is it good?

Mm-hm.

You know what you're doing?

Oh, yeah. That's how I ended up in Paris.

Red Cross training.

I thought you was writing plays.

I was.

How do you think I convinced my parents to let me go?

You ready?

I guess so.

I really miss that time.

All we did was drink and smoke and talk nonsense.

Oh, that's living.

You know, there's nothing I want more than...

wake up in a strange place with a nasty hangover

and an empty wallet,

staring into the eyes of an absolute stranger.

You're a hedonist, Mr. Monk.

-Hm? -A hedonist.

-Hedonist? -Mm-hm.

I don't know, maybe.

You ever get lonely living like that?

I'm king of my own castle.

That's not what I asked.

Yeah, I get lonely sometimes.

I feel just awful about all this.

My husband is not handling himself very well.

Yeah, well, times like this, it seems to me that...

nature just has a way of creeping

into the modern world...

and...

brings out the beast in some and the beauty in others.

Papa?

Am I in trouble?

Jesus, Jay!

He's not a cook. He set me up.

-Mr. Monk? -His name...

-Oh, Mr. Monk again? -...is not Floyd Monk.

Just listen, he-- look at this.

Look what I found in his room.

You went through his belongings?

Yes, yes-- yes, I did!

And open it. Look at it.

The only thing that I see is an old,

degraded photograph of somebody who looks

-a lot like our cook. -It is not him.

It is not him.

He-- they sent him here.

They've been keeping tabs on my every move.

And once I announced my candidacy, they--

-they made their move. -Who's "they"?

The APL! The APL!

So you think that Mr. Monk is an agent

-sent by the president? -Yes-- sent here to ruin me.

-Think about it. -No, you think about it.

-I am! -If he was sent by the president

to ruin you, why is he still here?

His job is done. Can you put this back?

Stop it? Whose side are you on?

The McClure's hippies. Them raping our garden.

Why are you so blind to this, Jules?

The only blind one is you.

That hit piece reported what you always promised to --

the truth, but you lied

because you wanted to be the hero.

And you're blaming everyone, but the only person

you should actually blame is yourself!

Put that back in his room.

Mr. Monk!

Mr. Monk!

Mr. Monk!

Yeah.

I thought you was a deer.

Where's your rifle? Are you gonna tell them

you killed it with your bare hands?

What are you after?

-Deer. -Stop the charade.

I know it was you.

Our garden.

McClure's. I know, I know,

I know it was you.

You're not in your right mind.

You know, if you asked me, I'd say it was

one of those angry townies that done it.

Let's end this.

Let's just end it.

You keep quiet, you pack your things,

and you disappear from my house now.

You're the man of the house.

The elf king and his monster feasted

on the helpless elves.

But they didn't know

that the wizard had disguised himself

as a steed, and he'd found himself

a knight brave enough to ride him.

Is Papa angry because of something Tom and me did?

No.

No, of course not, darling.

How does it all end?

Well, you'll have to wait until tomorrow,

when we act it out in costumes and everything.

-Mm! -Pair of queens?

Look at that-- hah!

Jay!

I'm glad you're all here.

I...

I would like to apologize

for how out of sorts I've been.

But those dark days are past me now.

So...

...to the exorcism and the new, bright light.

Oh, my gosh.

Mr. Horton, if I may, sir...

Um...

I know I told you I'd be going, but...

but...

um, and ordinarily, the wishes of my employer

are... are the most important thing to me.

But...

right now I'm thinking about the welfare of this family.

And I think they need to know

the truth is that you and I have had a kind of...

what is it, like a kind of agreement, right?

Where I do the hunting, and you take credit for it.

-It's-- right? -Is that true?

-But-- -He's lying!

-And he asked me to leave. -Get out of my house!

This family has come to mean a lot to me, and he...

Hey! Oh-- yeah, okay.

He offered me $20 to just disappear.

Only 20 bucks?

Get out of my house!

Let's take a vote. You want me to leave?

-Take a vote. -Get out of my house!

-Let's just take a vote. -This is not a democracy!

-This is my home! -Jay-- Jay!

-Jay, this is my house, too. -Get out!

And Mr. Monk stays.

Stay...

No hard feelings, right? Come on.

Oh, oh!

Mr. Horton!

Hey, hey-hey-hey-hey, hey!

Whoa!

I have him!

You need to sober up.

And eat something! Get some sleep!

Hello?

Mr. Mahler.

No.

No, Mr. Mahler, there was no mistake. Yes.

Your so-called chef most certainly arrived

to my house and has been tormenting me ever since.

He...

Floyd Monk is dead?

Then who is this man at my house?

He killed him.

I'm getting the sheriff now.

Get out of the road.

Monk...

Jay, you need to rest.

He killed-- He's not Floyd Monk.

He murdered him. He murdered...

I wouldn't get too close, ma'am.

Jay, you may have been exposed.

There's no more rice left.

There's only meat.

Now, you need to eat, or we could lose you.

Oh, my goodness-- Jay!

He's lost his mind.

You need to take care of your mind, all right?

-Aah! -We should get him to the bed.

I will. You don't worry, okay?

No-- Julie!

I hear you've been asking around about me.

What you want to know, boy? Hm?

Monk.

You killed Floyd Monk.

No, no, no, I beg you.

-Please, please. -Okay, that's...

I was just kidding around.

I'm just kidding you.

Hey, hey, I'm just kidding you.

What? Why?

Look at me.

I was just messing around with you.

I didn't kill anybody.

But Monk is dead.

Well, bless him-- bless him, he is.

But I didn't kill him. You did.

Let me tell you.

So, he come over here from Dublin on a ship

with nothing but the boots on his feet.

Ten years worked the Bowery in a mess hall

just to buy a small sliver of that bar.

When them closures come along, your closures,

they took it all away.

It broke his spirit.

You were...

You were his partner?

Yeah, so when this gig come along,

I figure I could take his place.

But I ain't no bogeyman.

I'm just another fella you put out of work.

And so you come...

and try to take everything away from me --

my family, my home, my livelihood.

I just come here for a job.

Couple of weeks ago, I was just a sorry son of a bitch.

And here I am, working for you, of all people.

Sometimes I think that this plague...

I think it was sent from the Lord above,

just to level the playing field.

'Cause ain't none of this belongs to you.

That swimming pool.

You know what's underneath that swimming pool?

An entire civilization.

And you know what's underneath that?

Another one. And you know what's underneath that?

A saber-toothed tiger.

So, ain't none of this belongs to anyone.

None of this is going to last.

You understand that, right?

These lights will snap back on.

The ferries will run again.

Stores will reopen.

Civilization will return.

This fantasy will end.

And then where will you be?

Oh...

Okay.

Allow me to show you to your new quarters, boss.

Oh!

You better hope civilization comes back soon.

You ain't cut out for this here world.

Enjoy your succor.

The knight and his steed

came upon the monster's lair.

It was here where the evil elf king

kept the princess as prisoner.

Help me! Help me! I'm behind bars!

The monster saw that the knight was fearless, and he fled.

With the monster slain,

the evil elf king's evil reign had ended!

And the noble steed revealed himself

as the great wizard he truly was.

Uncle Floyd, we won!

We're free!

We're free!

Ha-ha!

We're free!

We're free!

Uncle Floyd!

We did it!

Uncle Floyd!

Ssh, ssh.

Whew.

It's a...

Who's there?

Didn't mean to startle you, Mrs. Horton.

-Sheriff? -With the phone lines out,

I'm Egg Island's new town crier.

-Oh. -Well, I'm happy to report

that tomorrow morning, some town stores will be

permitted to reopen.

Main dock and ferry, too.

Is it safe?

The island hasn't seen a new case for days.

Matters also improving in the city.

I reckon the worst of this thing has moved past our parts.

That's wonderful news.

Sheriff, my husband, he's malnourished.

He needs to see a doctor.

I'll be glad to give him a lift.

Just wait right there. I'll be down in a moment.

I guess I'll pack my things.

He's been in the servants' quarters.

Won't he be glad to learn we caught up

with those garden thieves.

Couple of locals acting out some vendetta

against the summer folks.

Well...

Mama!

Get the children and go.

Mr. Horton, lay down the weapon and surrender.

Mr. Horton!

Mr. Horton, you need to come out now,

or I will need to come in.

Know that I am armed.

Good evening, Sheriff.

I am deeply relieved to see you.

That is the man you're after.

He murdered a cook named Floyd Monk,

stole his identity, invaded my home,

and tried to kill me.

These have been the most trying of times

not only for the people of this nation,

but also for my family.

They may as well have spit in our faces,

expecting us to keep working here.

And for old wages, no less.

After all we've been through together.

And have done for him.

Domos!

I guess you were right, Genghis.

You either have servants, or you are one.

As we, the people, warred against

the scourge from Spain,

I was fighting a plague native to our own shores --

this administration and their party of deceit.

These elitist politicians will stoop to any depth

to suppress the rights of women and immigrants,

seeking only their fair share of the American pie.

They even sent one of their thugs into my home

to destroy me.

But I defended my land, just as you defended yours.

Together, your voices will be heard.

The chorus of the working man will deliver us a victory.

I, J.C. Horton,

am running for governor of this great state.

What are you hiding?

It's a card me and my classmates

-made for you... -Oh...

...to say thanks for the services you did.

Thank you so much, my dear. Thank you.

You're famouser than Charlie Chaplin!

No saying how many more lives that terrorist would have taken

had it not been for your bravery, sir.

Some types are simply beyond saving.

Well, the important thing is that we're all here

together and safe.

Ma'am.

Sorry to disturb, but I found something in his old room.

Thank you.

Don't tell me the National Woman's Party canceled again.

He was innocent.

There was nothing innocent about that man.

What was his crime?

We are back.

Everything... is back.

What does that say?

"Grateful."

My favorite.

We're back.