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Oh, Mustache do me a touch of class.

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Let's see how we did.

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Not bad.

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It's a goddamn shame.

Lord, some moment you built something up.

He's just gonna take it all away.

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The war has come home, dear readers.

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Yesterday, we lost more Americans in our

city than soldiers overseas.

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This epidemic is decimating our nation.

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The president fixated

on the war in Europe,

now threatens to jail any journalist who

reports on our true killer.

The flu from Spain.

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Next up, Degas.

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As always, the real

victims are the workers.

They have been left to

die like dogs and ghettos,

while the president's capitalist cronies

shelter in their country mansions.

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Our push for citywide business closures

can only save so many.

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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.

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Mr. President, send the workers home.

Shut it all down.

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You know that place

between sleep and awake?

That place where you remember dreaming?

That's where I'll

always love you, Peter Pan.

[APPLAUSE]

It doesn't sound like schoolwork.

It is, Papa.

Mommy's Tinkerbell and the flag.

Well, let's focus on the real studies.

Long division for Tinkerbell and grammar

for Mr. Pan, if memory serves.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

No lead for the first morning.

Come on.

[LAUGHTER]

Disloyal, profane and scurrilous language

about the US government.

Scurrilous.

That's a first.

Another cease and desist?

President's goons now claiming that my

push for closure is to

stand to melt to sedition.

They're grasping at straws to shut me up.

Won't they be surprised to

find you so obliging for once?

We did tell them that you'll be staying

out 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 price.

Truthful, 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

chunks full of supplies.

Jules, there is no

plague on the Ega Island.

Fibrillation is not breaking down.

Oh, I was gonna keep that.

(LAUGHS)

You're trespassing.

(LAUGHS)

No, ma'am.

I'm Floyd.

Floyd Monk.

And you cook?

Pay first.

(LAUGHS)

You were meant to arrive yesterday.

My apologies, ma'am.

Permit didn't clear on time.

Things are pretty backed up at City Hall,

as you might imagine.

Perhaps you should

take that into account.

And fight 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.

I help you with that?

That's very gracious of you.

You have to manage, Mr. Cahn.

He needs to be sanitized.

(SIREN WAILING)

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 light.

This isolation will

not be a problem for you.

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

Who is one of them rooms that's mine?

None of them. Our quarters are here.

This way.

The Hortons take the place.

The Hortons takes up her at Seven Sharp.

An eggplant casserole will make a

fine-versed impression.

Mmm.

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 a state to the public.

He's dedicated his life

to fight for us workers.

That's wonderful.

Now, here he exposed his own father's

meat packing business,

his own flesh and blood.

Now, how do you not get

cut out of the well 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.

What you want?

I see that pool in the

other room with the water.

That's a swimmer.

Of course.

So I've seen Willie Hurst

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.

This is to never eat old

McMurray's cooking ever again.

Molly, what happened to your finger?

Just blew it off right at the

nub you can see right there.

We was taking San Juan Hill, 98.

Right there, it's clean off.

Can I touch it?

No.

No.

Still see the phone.

We are against

mechanized mass slaughter here.

We are conscientious objectors.

We don't believe in

taking life of any kind.

Not in war, not even for soccer.

Curious, Mr. Monk, which restaurant did

you say you worked in

prior to joining us?

It was just a little

tavern you wouldn't know.

Try me.

No.

I tell you what though, we

made a damn good you and Ricky.

But if 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 secure.

Mr. Monk is an interesting fellow.

But maybe a good cook.

Boss wants to eat leaves as 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, Sheik?

Who's a guy like you doing in this

country a time like this?

I make music back home, Mr. Monk.

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, the seats are not paved with gold.

And two, I was expected to pave them.

You just count your luck as my Jerome

ain't burying you in a trench.

369 Harlem Hellfighter, my Jerome.

When he returns from the front, he's

going to be put me

through medical school.

Well, Mr. Horton is writing

a letter of recommendation.

So it's doubtful that

any school will accept her.

She's a dreamer.

She hasn't learned

the one law of the land.

Do you have servants?

Well, you are one.

All right, where you all keep the hooch?

Staff has never

permitted to consume alcohol.

House rules.

I saw Mr. Horton, nurse in the glass of

Scotch, it's 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 Women's Party called off our

drive, and I feel

myself getting idle already.

I know what you're going to say. You're

going to say that I should work on the

biography, but I think it's them and us.

I was thinking, 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 telling 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.

[sirens]

Hey, ditty-dittle.

Lean's in the middle. 5 gig,

10 gig, 10 gig, gave you 20.

Got eyes on a little lady.

Give me a card.

Give Johnny cheese.

Mr. Monk, what is this?

Just some things I gather for lunch.

This'll all make you

sick as a parrot for this.

This'll put the devil in you.

Is that right?

Mr. Khan, 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. Khan.

Let's get ahead of the morning crowds.

The bars are sure

fine, they're good fine.

Come up to your studies.

If schools remain closed, someone will

have to tutor the children.

Mrs. Tidwell is perfectly capable.

Or perhaps--

Perhaps I could.

No, Jules, Jules, you--

You are a writer.

And you have more or a talent in this

fingernail than I could have thought for.

You have the power to

change the way people think.

Thank you.

Bravo. Bravo.

Bravo.

It is not every day you meet someone on

the front page of the paper.

If I may, you can just indulge me.

I saw the horror in my comrade's eyes.

There's a president's man laying in their

billy clubs on their

immigrants in their colors,

whose blood clings to

my shirt even as I write.

Even as I write.

You really stick with

them fat cat politicians.

That's the power you're 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 causing lies.

I am saving them.

Let me help you.

Oh, is it? No, I'll keep fighting.

What happened? Right.

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.

Oh, Miss McMurray was attacked?

It was the Elway maid.

She stole her potatoes.

Or Elway maid? Well, why on earth would

she do such a thing?

The plagues 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.

I think you will accompany Mr. Conte's

help from here on out.

Now fetch a first aid

kit. Thank you. Quick.

Oh, just my ass, Nancy boy.

I beg your pardon?

What did you say?

Why don't we get some

sass frass for the boy?

Kind of, next time we tell him.

Fetch the kit.

"Fetch the kit" ) How many rooms you

reckon they are out there?

Eight, nine?

A dozen, I believe.

There's plenty of room for all of us.

Well, we should just go

and pack up and move in.

Ain't nothing stopping us.

None at all.

That's Mr. Horton's second most.

Mm-hmm.

Put that back where you found it or

you're gonna get us all canned.

Bet you like taking a pole

from a warm-up a little bit.

We need this job, Floyd.

Well, the Horton's camera places.

Now people dropping like

Mayflies all over town.

All we gotta do is ask.

We ask for anything.

Our wish is that command.

You want to put the screws on them?

Look, we got a good thing going in 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?

That could be better.

A lot of things could be better, Con.

New rules.

It's fair and new.

It's fair and new.

Hell yeah!

Mm!

There it go.

Mm-hmm.

You're dreaming if you think you 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.

Pened by yours truly.

Optin Sinclair.

Who is Optin 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?

[LAUGHING]

Is it not unusual for a journalist

to be featured so prominently?

Optin, 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, how creative, Mr. Munn.

This is the moment we've

been waiting for, Jules.

If I have Optin behind me, I'm sure--

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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 propels you.

[SCREAMING]

She got that flu from Spain.

Must have caught it at the market.

Most likely.

There's a thickness to it.

Got my tavern, had the same bow.

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 does she say?

I have no idea.

She's gibberish.

I won't be fine.

Let me help you.

Oh, no can do.

You know, house rules.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Him, yes, yes, it's him.

I think he's gone to a friend.

Absolutely, yes.

Godspeed, Catherine.

Yes, thank you.

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I see.

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Where's McMurray coming from?

Oh, of course not, honey.

Ms. McMurray will be right as rain

and back before you know it.

Let's get you both in the bath.

I want Mrs. Tidwell to do it.

Of course.

Come on in.

He's never in good spirits after a nap.

Yeah, we should wait.

No, we're going to do it now.

No, no, no, no.

You awake, boss?

Hey, boss, you awake?

We're down with the cleaning.

Thank you.

Yes, you may get some restorative.

That's good, yes, thank you.

Man up, come on.

So we have been

talking amongst ourselves,

and we have been putting

our lives at risk, you see.

Mm-hmm.

We feel that in order to continue,

additional compensation is only fair.

You're going to pay me to it.

Yes, Mr. Khan.

With Ms. McMurray's tragic departure,

yes, you'll be all

taking on additional chores

and raises only fair.

Double?

Double, you want me to double your wages.

Mr. Khan, 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.

That's awfully generous, sir.

Thank you.

And there is another small

matter that we should discuss.

And that's the servants' quarters.

Here we call it the staff quarters.

Well, it's no longer satisfactory.

Did you not disinfect them by yourself?

It's not safe.

And what do you propose, Mr. Mook?

There's something off about that, man.

Well, I wouldn't feel safe

in the staff quarters either.

Hell yeah.

Hell yeah.

I don't think it had

anything to do with safety.

Then what?

Whoo.

The French ambassador stayed there once.

Mm-hmm.

Hope he kept it warm for me.

All right.

Come here.

Oh.

One last road to pay your varn gangers.

You are a crazy bastard, Floyd Monk.

Mm.

You can hear the girls declare.

He must be a millionaire.

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.

A-womp, a-womp, a-womp,

a-womp, a-womp, a-womp, a-womp.

Mr. Cahn.

I must bathe in the pool now because your

bath emptied the tank.

Staff will bathe in the afternoon.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

Hey, gang, now all we need is

a couple of bees to hunt down.

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 rooms may have changed, but the

rules of this house

still remain the same.

Mr. Horn.

What?

Tell the woman for you, sir.

A, uh, Mr. Sinclair.

Get out of the room.

Get out.

What are you trying to pull, Floyd?

We haven't been now.

What more could you possibly want?

Count.

I'm not counting.

Counting!

Upton. Upton, old sport, how are you?

Horton, my dear Dauphin.

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 with 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?

I would say in a word it would be...

Outrage.

Moral outrage against the President's

censorship of the press.

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 would... 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

journalists 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, Martin.

Um, Opson, 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.

Hey.

Sorry for being late.

Please don't say nothing to

Leo. He could be a real hothead.

Leo? I'm sorry, who's

Leo and who are you?

No one phoned ahead.

Owner's giving away this beaut.

Must have gone funny in the head.

Um...

I am the owner.

Oh, how do you do?

County clerk's office sent me. I, uh...

They want to look for their new park.

Well, very presumptuous of them.

Well, 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 worrywort.

Don't worry. I won't say nothing about

you getting cold feet.

Cutie pie.

You got a pony up

here when playing games.

Gangas.

Come on.

I got nothing to lose.

Only dirty paper.

I'll chip in for you. You

pay me back next payday?

Yeah. Deal. Because I love you.

He definitely said we

could use this room.

Any time we want.

Did I shuffle the cards?

Yeah, give me the cards.

You can do it.

(Laughing)

I'll pretend I didn't see anything.

I'll pretend I didn't see anything.

On one condition.

Damien.

(Laughing)

Give us some cards. Come on.

Yeah, hold them.

Hmm? Stud?

Well, that's disappointing because stud

is the hold and my checker's is to chess.

Wow. So you know a thing or two?

Life has many chapters, Mr. Monk.

Mine have not always been so ladylike.

(Laughing)

(Laughing)

(Bell ringing)

Yes?

Catherine.

Oh, what a relief.

Yes, Jules, it's Catherine.

(Laughing)

I was writing a play a week and I was

getting drunk every night in the room.

(Laughing)

You like it there, the parabellion.

Yeah, I did, but when Jay

proposed, I had to come home.

Next time you write,

I will do your music.

How about we lead these kids

back up and we all go to Paris.

The four of us.

(Laughing)

Okay.

I will drive.

(Laughing)

Jay.

I gave them permission.

Oh, honey, we all just need to turn one.

Mrs. McMurray telephoned.

She will be here

tomorrow. She's fit again.

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?

There's nothing in...

I understand you don't like Mr. Munch, 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...

Goodnight.

(Clapping)

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's Mr. Munch? I

would like to speak with him.

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

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.

Oh.

Have him come see me when they return.

Yes, sir.

Whoo!

People 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 just prisoners in paradise.

It's all right.

Come on now.

They lifted the hunting restriction to

make sure no one was hungry.

They can't expect us

to kill our own food.

Well, your neighbor just

pulled a buck across the road.

Must have been...

200, 250 pounds. Big old thing.

Where are you going?

The phone number.

There's been 52 cases on

the island with 11 deaths.

They're only using private vessels to

transport the search.

Jay, please.

We don't need to shelter them, Jules.

They don't want our kids.

May I ask it early?

They're going to have this

thing stomped out in no time.

You can't fire it.

Fire who?

The log.

He has no way of leaving the island.

The hotel is closed. Where would he go?

His whereabouts will no

longer be a 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 Majesty.

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, someone's on the property.

I'll call the sheriff.

There's no telling.

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 one's behind you.

Every last mistake.

Don't you look at these.

I always wanted to

squeeze Miss Horters' turnips.

Get off my property!

The police have been called.

Piss off, summer man.

Y'all come down in the off season,

bring the damn plague with

you suckers to the right.

I sympathize with your plague.

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?

[gunshot]

You.

You.

Wait, no! No, no!

Give me, give me!

Ciao.

Cutie pie.

They sure sucked you

right, good, huh, Mr. Horton?

Thomas!

We were all here, Sheriff.

I'm the only one who

got a clear look, thieves.

One was here last

week canvassing, potting,

and you can only assume.

Yeah, 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.

Yeah. Oh.

I haven't been able to ID him.

We have reason to believe

his killer fled to Egg Island.

A hobo saw a fellow dump the body and had

trailed him to the very depot,

described a derelict of a man in moccasin

boots and a coyote head.

Any of you have known any miscreants like

that lurking around?

No, sir.

Is nobody out of place?

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 Dodson's. No one would

part with anything else.

How many homes were you

able to visit, Mr. Conk?

All of them, sir.

All of them.

Very good. Very good.

We'll ration this and

continue our search.

Mama, Molly stole my peas.

Here.

I will get us more food, I promise.

I thought that's the last time.

How about a nice, juicy

steak for Madame and Monsieur?

My gun, man! Get those

guns out of the house!

I ain't gonna use them inside.

Get them out of here!

Oh, 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.

You leave the bloody business putting

food on the table to me.

Hmm?

Ain't no family.

Jay, don't be absurd. All right.

Yeah. (Grunts)

(Grunts)

(Grunts)

(Grunts)

(Grunts)

(Grunts)

(Grunts)

(Siren blaring)

(Gunshot)

(Dramatic music) (Gunshot)

(Dramatic music)

Papa, he scouted out the bedding area,

and he went downwind of that.

Now, why'd he go downwind?

He said, "Come on, smell it."

When the buck come down, they had this

moment. They locked ours.

Yeah, Papa, that buck.

No, he took him.

You did it! You saved us!

(Laughs)

Our office-makers.

Papa, tell us how you ran

the buck down the rally.

Ran the buck down the valley?

You shot the buck and got us food.

I... I didn't...

This can do.

(Siren blaring)

Don't be modest.

I only did what had to be done.

That's right.

Oh.

(Chuckles)

Hey. Hey.

Charlotte, we can...

I'll eat together tonight.

Sweet lord.

Mmm. Tastes like a big mushroom.

But you see it.

So...

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 and...

I just want to say, also, it feels so

good to be able to rely upon this man...

to provide for us.

Mmm.

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.

(Doorbell rings)

(Whispers)

(Whispers)

(Whispers)

(Whispers)

(Whispers)

(Whispers)

(Whispers)

(Whispers)

(Whispers)

(Whispers) (Whispers) (Whispers) Do you hear that?

Why?

Why? You don't hear that?

Mmm.

Stop.

Someone's in my pool.

(Sighs)

(Door slams)

Get the hell out of my pool.

Or what?

You gonna fire me? You gonna fire me?

I got the rest of your

staffs gonna walk with me.

And then what, you just

be doing your own laundry,

your own dishes, watch your own children,

putting your own food on the table?

Fire me?

It seems to me you're

the one that's fired.

You're fired, Jay.

You're fired.

How dare you speak to me like that?

Hey!

Look, Dane, but one rule in this house,

and that should stay out of my hair.

You got that Nancy boy?

You got that Nancy boy?

(Laughs)

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.

Mallor on the damn phone now!

Then you send the replacements once the

fairies are up and running,

and you find Mr. Mallor!

His cook is attempting some sort of coup.

Couple very well.

I'll expect it presently.

Where are you off to?

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?

Taking the life of any kind is never

something to be proud of.

I never saw him in a pool before.

Where are you, uniforms?

Off to bag another trophy, are you, boss?

No, you will not be accompanying me.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Upton?

Yes, pass him through. Upton Sinclair.

Upton Sinclair?

Upton Sinclair?

Yep, tomorrow's cover.

I'm going to take you off fishing.

Oh, that's quite a lot

of real estate, actually.

We would be delighted

to join you, Mr. Monk.

Shall we go fishing?

Yeah.

Are you a good fisherman?

Good excuse, as any of the day, drink.

Looking forward to it. Thank you. Bye.

Greatest news!

Gotta bend your knees.

You have to throw a ball.

This 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 gotta

bend your knees and whip it.

There's a bow.

What's so backwards? No one believes me.

Thomas.

I can't feel my toes

and the stories don't.

Then you can choose another one.

I got a story for you.

It's about a night.

And a wizard.

A couple of elves get

stranded on this deserted island.

How'd they get there?

It 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.

Stampede?

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'd he get to be the king?

They voted.

Yes.

I'm humbled to accept your nomination.

[music]

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 of 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 found one.

I don't know what to do.

Don't panic.

[music]

How thoughtful of you, Mr. Monk.

[clicking]

[laughing]

What?

This package came this morning.

It has no post mark on

it or address or anything?

I'm pretty sure it's Maxine.

I think it said "Mac-L-Won."

Sir, your editors on the line.

What?

I'm sure he wants to congratulate you.

[laughing]

[music]

Hey, Diddle Diddle.

Queen's in the middle.

Five will get you 10.

10 will get you 20.

All you gotta do is keep

your eye on the little lady.

[laughing]

Here.

Uh-uh.

Pay off.

I'll fix this couple of gin rickies.

Slip it in the evening.

Don't look at my cards.

Good morning, everyone.

Jane?

Fear not.

I am unscathed.

[gasping]

[singing]

[crashing]

Mr. Hooker.

Okay.

[crashing]

[screaming]

Don't come over here.

Oh.

Yeah, this is gone bad.

Honey, come out of the pool.

Hooker.

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 UPL probably had

eyes on me from the start.

Tipped off my clothes and 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 said something to tell you.

Come here.

You're fired.

[laughing]

Hey.

Jane?

Jane.

What is it?

Nothing.

It's nothing.

I need to squirt something.

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.

I'll just leave it.

I don't mind the idea of fine china and

my body makes me feel rich.

[laughing]

You better have a

sip. This is gonna hurt.

You go first.

Phew.

Okay.

[door opens]

You know what you're doing?

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

Good cross training.

I thought you was right in place.

I was?

How'd you think I

convinced my parents to let me go?

You ready?

I guess so.

Ahh.

I really missed that time.

All we did was drink and

smoke and talk nonsense.

Oh, I was 11.

You know, there's

nothing I want more than

wake up in a strange place with a nasty

hangover and empty wallet

staring into the eyes

of an absolute stranger.

You're heinous, Mr. Monk.

Hmm?

A hedonist.

A hedonist?

Hmm.

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.

[laughing]

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 seems to me that

nature just has a way of

creeping in the modern world.

You know, brings out the beast and some and the beauty and others.

[music playing]

[music playing]

Papa?

Am I in trouble?

[music playing]

Jesus! Jay!

This is not a cook. He sent me up.

Mr. Monk?

His name is not Floyd Monk.

Just listen to me here.

Oh, 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,

decorated photograph

of somebody who looks

a lot like our cook.

It is not him. It is not him.

They sent him here.

They've been keeping

tabs on my every move.

And once I announce my

candidacy, they made their move.

Who's they?

The APL, the APO!

So you think that Mr. Monk is an agent

sent by the President?

Yes, he was sent here to ruin me.

Think about it!

No, you think about it.

I am!

He was sent by the President to ruin you.

Why is he still here? His job is done.

Can you put that back as well?

Stop it! Whose side are you in?

The McClure's hippies.

They're raping our garden.

Why are you so blind to this, Jew?

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.

To Monk!

To Monk!

Mr. Monk!

Yeah!

I thought you was a deer.

Where's your rifle? Are you going to tell

me you killed it with your bare hands?

What are you after?

Deer? Stop!

Mr. Wright!

I know it was you.

I know it was you.

Our garden!

Our Clores, I know it. 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.

Just end it.

[music]

You keep quiet, you pack your things, and

you disappear from my house now.

You're the man at the house.

The elf came and his monster

feasted on the helpless elves.

But they didn't know that the wizard had

disguised himself as a steed,

and he found himself a

knight brave enough to ride him.

Is Popum angry because of

something Tom and me did?

No.

No, of course not, darling.

How does it all end?

Well, we'll have to wait until tomorrow

when we act it out in

costumes and everything.

They're queens! I can't!

Look at that.

[laughing]

Jay!

I'm glad you're all here.

I would like to apologize

for how out of sorts I've been,

but those dark days are costly now, so...

To the exorcism of the new bright light.

Oh my gosh.

Mr. Horton, if I may, sir.

Um...

I don't know, I told

you I'd be gone, but...

But...

Um, and ordinarily the wishes of my

employer are the most

important thing to me.

But...

Right now I'm thinking about

the welfare of this family.

And, um...

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

then you take credit for it.

It's true. Right?

But, hey. Sorry?

And he asked me to leave.

Get out of my house. Now this family has

come to me a lot to me.

And he... Hey! Oh, yes. Okay.

You're offering me $20 to just disappear.

Only 20 bucks.

Get out of my house!

Let's take a vote!

Get out of my house! 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!

Hey! Get out of my house!

Hey, this is my house, too!

And Mr. Monk stays!

Step!

Hello.

Oh, wait.

You know how I feel,

that's right. Come on.

What? Mr. Monk?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You need to cover us and

eat something. Get something.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Mr. Mallard?

No. No? No, Mr. Mallard, you...

There was no mistake, yes. Your so-called

chef will certainly arrive to my house

and has been tormenting me ever since.

He...

Floyd Monk is dead?

Who is this man? My house?

(WHISPERING)

He killed him.

I am... I'm getting the chef now.

(THUNDER)

(PANTING)

Get out of the road!

(THUNDER) (THUNDER)

Monk.

Hey, Monk.

(COUGHING)

Jay, you need to rest.

He killed... he's not Floyd Monk.

He murders him.

I wouldn't get too close, man.

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.

Jay!

He's lost his mind.

You need to take care of

your own mind, all right?

(GROANS)

You should get him to the bed.

No, no. You don't worry.

No, no, no. Julie!

How here? You been

asking around about me?

(COCKING)

What you want to know, boy?

Hm? Monk.

You killed Floyd Monk.

No, no, no. I got you.

I got you. Please, please.

Okay. I was just kidding around.

I'm just kidding you.

Hey, hey, I'm just kidding you.

What? What?

Look at me.

I'm just messing around.

Did I kill anybody?

But Monk was dead.

Oh, 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

about her in a mess hall,

just about a small sliver at that bar.

When them closures

come along, your closures,

he took it all away.

He broke his spirit.

You...

You were his partner?

Yeah. So when his gig come along,

I figure I could take his place.

And I ain't no boogeyman.

I'm just another

fellow you put out of work.

It's like I come...

I'm gonna try to take

everything away from me,

my family, my home, my life.

I just come here for a job.

A couple of weeks ago, I was

just a sorry son of a bitch,

and here I am, working

for you, of all people.

Somehow I think that this plague...

I think it was sent from the Lord above,

just a level playing field.

Because ain't none of

this belongs to you.

That's a swimming pool.

You know what's

underneath that swimming pool?

And it died a 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, they'll snap back on.

The fairies will run again.

This torch-reopened

civilization will return.

This fantasy will end.

And then where will you be?

[Sighs]

[Laughs]

Okay.

Allow me to show you to

your new quarters, bosses.

[Grunts]

You better hope

civilization come back soon.

You ain't cut out for this here, Will.

Enjoy your sekor.

The night and the deed

came upon the monster's lair.

It was here where the evil elf king kept

the princess' prisoner.

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

The monster saw that the night was

fearless, and he fled.

With the monster slain, the evil elf

king's evil reign had ended.

[Cheers]

And the noble steed revealed himself as

the great wizard he truly was.

How could Floyd be gone?

[Cheers]

[Cheers]

[Laughs]

[Cheers]

Where's Eve?

[Cheers]

[Cheers]

[Cheers]

[Cheers]

[Grunts]

[Door opens]

[Muffled music]

[Giggles]

[Sighs]

[Footsteps]

[Giggles]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Breathes heavily]

Sir.

Hmm.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Singing in foreign language]

[Singing in foreign language]

[Singing in foreign language]

[Singing in foreign language]

[Grunts]

[Singing in foreign language]

[Laughs]

[Laughs] [Singing in foreign language]

[Singing in foreign language]

[Muffled music]

(bell ringing)

Who's there?

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

Harris?

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.

Matter's also improving in the city.

Reckon the worst of this

thing has moved past our park.

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.

Guess I'll pack my things.

(kissing)

(sighing)

He's been in the servants' quarters.

Good morning, be glad

to learn we caught up

with those garden thieves.

A couple locals acting out something

vendetta against the summer folk.

(trumpet music)

Oh yeah

(gun firing)

(breathing heavily)

(groaning)

(gun firing)

(somber music)

(somber music)

(squeals)

Get this one and go!

(somber music)

Mr. Horton, lay down

the weapon and surrender.

(somber music)

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 Williams, no less.

After all we've been through together.

And have done for him.

Domus.

Guess you were right, Kangus.

He either have servants or he all want.

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.

For saying thanks for

the services you did.

Thank you so much, my dear.

Thank you.

You think you should

have been Charlie Chaplin.

Oh yeah.

No saying how many

more lives that terrorist

would have taken had it not

been for your bravery, sir.

Some types are simply beyond safe.

Well the important thing is

that we're all here together

and safe.

Ma'am.

Sorry to disturb, but I

found something in his own room.

That's my best.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I don't want to see it.

(soft music)

(gunshot)

Don't tell me the National

Women's Party canceled again.

(indistinct chatter)

He was innocent.

(soft music)

There was nothing

innocent about that man.

What was his crime?

(gunshot)

(soft music)

We're back.

Everything is back.

What does that say?

Think.

You can feed with him.

We're back.

(soft music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music)

What a beautiful day.

What a beautiful day.

For a wedding in May.

For a wedding in May.

See the people upstairs.

Just see them stand.

At the lovable pair.

At the lovable pair.

He's a vision of joy.

He's a vision of joy.

He's the luckiest boy.

He's the luckiest boy.

In his wedding array.

In his wedding array.

Hear him smilingly sing.

What does he say?

The bells are ringing.

In the ring.

In the ring.

For me and my gal.

For me and my gal.

The birds are singing.

In the ring.

For me and my gal.

For me and my gal.

Everybody's been knowing.

To a wedding they're going.

And for weeks they've been sewing.

Every tutee and sound.

Their congregate.

That's a game, that's a game.

For me and my gal

That's a game, that's a game

The blossom's waiting

That's a game, that's a game

For me and my gal

And sometimes I'm gonna

build a little home for you

For we are far, far, far

In the land

For me and my gal

He's a relative there

He's a relative there

Looking over the pair

They can tell her the gland

They can tell her the gland

It's a loving romance

It's a loving romance

It's a wonderful sight

It's a wonderful sight

As the families unite

As the families unite

See it makes the boy proud

That boy feels proud

As he says to the crowd

Let's give him some proud

The bells are ringing

Hear the ring, hear the ring

For me and my gal

The sound to hear the king

The birds are singing

In the game, in the game

For me and my gal

Everybody's been going

To a wedding they're going

As the weeks have been so weak

Every should be in town

Their congregations

As the games at the game

For me and my gal

The possums waiting

For me and my gal

And sometimes I'm gonna

build a little home for you

Because we are far, far, far away

And sometimes I'm gonna build a little home for you More and more

In love land

For me and my gal