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Franklin D. Roosevelt:
And so I think that

our ultimate objective

is to build for ourselves

a world in which
each individual human being

shall have the opportunity
to live out his life in peace,

- to associate with
the friends of his choice...
- Come on, Morty!

...to think
and worship freely.

Ciao, sweetie.

Oh, shit.

Okay, let's do it.

- Hello? Is--
- Joanie?

- Oh, at last,
I finally got through!
- Thank God!

- I've been trying for hours.
- How are you, sweetheart?

- Just a second, honey.
- What-- hello? What--?

How's the apartment?

- My wife.
- Asa, are you still there?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?
Damn it, hello?

- Joanie, how are you, baby?
- This is a terrible connection.

- God, do I miss
you and the kids.
- Well, we miss you, too.

- You won't believe
what I've landed.
- What?

- "Robin Hood."
- The remake?

- No, it's a kids' show.
- Oh.

Yeah.

No, you gotta see
this place.

- What a dump.
For this we fought the war.
- Listen, listen, Asa.

- I just got a call from Sy.
- Listen, listen.

There's an advance
on signing.

Not enough for
the villa in Cannes,

- but it'll see us through.
- Asa, please be quiet!

Asa, Cliff's dead.

Are you all right,
darling?

- How'd...?
- I-- I just heard.

It was suicide.

Why? Does anybody
know why?

Mm-mm. The funeral
is Saturday.

- How did he do it?
- He shot himself.

Come home, Asa, please.
I need you.

Come on, honey,
please don't do this.

You know I can't.

- Joan: Please, come home.
- Operator: The charge is $6
for a further three minutes.

- Do you wish
to pay for the call?
- Joan: Yes, operator.

Are you going
to see Sarah?

No. I told you--
look, I don't even know
if she's in town.

- Operator: Caller, do you
wish to continue?
- Joan: Yes.

I miss you, Asa.
This is much harder
than I thought.

It's hard for me, too,
sweetheart.

Look, baby--

- Hello?

- Ah!
- Hel--

Hello?

I love you.

Asa's voice:
Most stories have a beginning,
a middle, and an end.

- Cliff: Ase?
- Asa's voice: I'm supposed
to know about this.

I'm a screenwriter.
It's my living.

- But living
is not like stories.
- Cliff: Hey, Ase?

Asa's voice:
It's not always so easy

- to finish a chapter
of your life...
- Cliff: Ase!

...or to put the past
behind you.

Asa and children:
♪ I see a... ♪

- Where is he?
- He's upstairs.

- Where is he? Ase!
- Cliff.

- Hey, kids. Hi, kids.
How are ya?
- Hi, Cliff.

Listen, buddy, I think
maybe you ought to wait
a couple more days.

We've been through this
a million times before.

What do you want him to do,
wait for the subpoena?

- They'll freeze his passport.
- I think maybe I can talk
to somebody for you. Huh?

Morty, Clifford Byrne
is the name above the title.

They'll pull out
all the stops for you.

I'm nobody.
I'm a Joe Schmoe.

- Look--
- Don't give me "look."
You know that.

- They won't do
a damn thing for me.

- Boy--

Boychik,
come on, huh?

Please.

Mm, that's my boy.
Come on, give me a hug.

Come on. Come on,
give me a hug.

Mwah!

Come here, princess.

Oh, that's my girl.

- Oh, I love you.
- Mm.

Give Daddy a kiss.
Mwah.

Come on, come on.
Mwah!

Come on, now.
Not so sad.

I love you.

- I love you, too.
- I'll call you.

All right.

- Bye, Dad.
- Mwah. Bye.

Bye.

Hey, boychik, huh,
at least let me drive you
to the airport, all right?

Do me a favor-- take care
of Joanie, will you?

Yeah.

Hey, come on.

Hey.

Come on,
it's not forever.

Yeah. Yeah.

If I could have
your attention, please.

- Here we go,
the main event.
- Yeah.

My friends,

you're here today
to dig into your pockets.

Now, of course,
we'll take

cash, watches,

items of
expensive jewelry,

the combination
to my agent's safe.

- Sounds like my bar mitzvah
speech, but...

- Oh, no.
- No, no. Look,
I did not write that.

Many of you here today
remember what it was like

to suffer abuse,
insult, and worse

when we tried to do our bit
for Spain five years ago now.

We've been called Reds,
pinks, traitors,

even-- and I quote--
premature anti-Fascists.

Well, now--
now, when the peoples

of the United States
and the Soviet Union

are at last allied against
the forces of barbarism,

now everyone knows
we were right all along.

- Hear, hear!

These days,
it's not such a crime

to be a progressive
in Hollywood.

No one has to be ashamed
to be a so-called Red

when the Red Army
is saving civilization

on the Stalingrad front
this very moment.

So, please, let's show
our solidarity with them

in the best way
we know how.

- Thank you.

Hi there.

I want y'all to give
generously now.

- Oh, no, I'm so sorry.
- You gotta go?

- Hello.
- Goodbye.

- Aw, you going?
- I'd love to stay,
but I have to go.

Who were you dancing with?

- Laurie's assistant.
- Come on, have one
before you go.

- Hello!
- Oh.

- Very good--
- Hey, what is this?

- Goodbye.
- Hey, come on.
How about this dame?

She would rather go serve
coffee and donuts to GIs

than sip martinis
with the smart set.

Don't you love her?
I do.

Hey. Don't keep--
what is he doing?

Don't keep him out
all night.

Bring him home sober.

- So how was I?
- Terrific.

How come it's only
my lines you screw up?

Why couldn't
you act like that
in "When Heaven Sleeps"?

Hey, honey.

What, are you keeping
the red flag flying,
scribe?

Hey, nobody's taking
any pictures of me.

- I still got
my red shorts on.
- Yeah?

Keeping your politics
under your pants?

Close to the core
of my being, my friend.
Close to the core.

That's the part of the apple
most people throw away.

Before you say anything,
I thought your speech was
absolutely wonderful.

- Really, darling?
- Yes, really.

- I love you.

- Sy: Hey, Cliff.
- I'm going to throw up.

Hey, Sy.
Two minutes, baby.
I'll be right back.

- Hey, Sy. How are you?
- This is the man
I want you to meet.

- How do you do?
- Hello.

Booked a table
for the three of us.

8:00 tonight.
Brown Derby.

Oh, let me have him
tonight, Asa.

You've been
with him all day.

No, no, you can't
take him away from me.

Hey, Sarah, honey,
get away from that man.

Shame on you.
Honey, come here
for a second.

Hey, Jerry, come here.
You know Sarah, right?

I want you
to meet somebody.

Hey, boychik, take care
of Jerry, will ya?

It's all right.
He's one of us.

Hey, how are you?
Having a good time?
Everybody?

Hi. Good to see you.
How are you?
How are you?

Are you new in town?

I'm still finding
my way around a little.

- Where are you from?
- Chicago.

You don't look like
a meat-packer.

Are you an actor?

Ah, by day I peddle
bourgeois fantasies
for the toiling masses,

and at night I go to work
for the inevitable forces
of their release.

I'm a member of
the Screen Writers Guild.

Sounds better than
saying I'm a hack

in the script department
at Fox, doesn't it?

- You're a writer?
- Shelley was a writer.

Flaubert was a writer.
Zola was a writer.

This is a pretty
impressive turnout.

Yeah.
Are you party?

Let's say I'm very much
in sympathy.

A fellow traveller, eh?
Maybe we'll have to
work on you.

Asa Kaufman,
purveyor of Band-Aids
for the weary soul.

I guess we're
in the same business.

I take care
of people's pains, too,

but I can
never guarantee
a happy ending.

What is this,
a riddle or what?

Wait, wait.
Sawbones, right?

- I'm a psychotherapist.

Jerome Leavy.
Jerry.

I'm sorry.
Nothing personal,
but in my book,

psychoanalysis
is just giving the world
another excuse to hate us.

Besides, my Yiddishe mama
taught me to keep my hands

on my pocketbook
whenever I meet a shrink.

Yeah, well,
my bog-Irish father

taught me to spell
Leavy with an "A."

I thought Irish names
were with an "O."

- Sarah: Where are we going?
- Cliff: Baby, that's a secret.

Go on, please tell me.
What should we tell Asa?

Oh, uh, I'll--
later, all right?

Have fun.

So long.

Bye.

Man:
Daily paper!

- Paper!

Get your
daily paper here!

Daily paper.
Paper.

- How much?
- Tup seven, please, guv.

- Ta, that's it.
- Is that enough?

That's enough.

Taxi! Taxi!

BBC, Lime Grove.

Man over P.A.:
Would the "What's My
Line?" sound

please come
to studio two?

Thank you.

- Hi. I have an appoint--
- Shh shh! I'm sorry.

We are in rehearsal.

- Man: Is there enough
light on the gums?
- Yeah.

Cameras in lineup.
First position, please.

Right. Now, camera one,
we're on you for the close-up.

Camera two, over here,
ready to pick him up

on the crossing pan
to the model, okay?

A bit more.
That's it.

Give him a ground
show, love.
Thank you.

- Man: Ready?
- Right.

And action.

Because if you don't brush
your teeth, children,

you'll soon see
a horrible buildup
of ugly bacteria.

Now your cue is bacteria.
And cut to camera two.

And pan.

And hold on the wide.

Director:
Gently!

- Gently.
- Sorry.

Let's just try it
again, shall we?

Right. And action.

Because if you don't brush
your teeth, children,

you'll soon see
a horrible buildup
of ugly bacteria.

Back in 15,
Charlotte, please.

Let's go get
some coffee.

Kaufman, I'm D'Arcy.
We meet at last.

A pleasure
to meet you, sir.

- Air raid?
- Teatime.

The TV dentist,
I ask you.

Most of the great
British public

have got
false teeth anyway.

Ah.

I can't tell you how much
I appreciate this.

Well, it could be
very good for you.

Get on the ground floor.

- Look, I brought over
a couple of scenes--
- Ah, ah.

A word to the wise
before we kick off,
old chap--

keep mum.
She's not so dumb.

- I'm sorry?
- It's very early days yet.

There are some in this building
who might be a trifle miffed

if they thought I was about
to defect to the other side.

The other side?

- Commercial television.
- Oh.

Oh!

Cup of char,
why don't we?

Thank you.

Thank you, Janet.

Well, you come very
highly recommended,
you know.

So, nothing personal,
but cards on the table, hmm?

Mm-hmm.
Of course.

You've never written
a children's show,
have you?

No, but I have kids.

I know what goes
with them.

Ah, well, yes,
but we have--

how shall I put it?

A rather different
set of values over here.

I think I can
remember that.

- You'll be reminded
of it every payday.
- Mm.

Now, are you quite clear
on the character brief?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, Robin Hood, right?
Man of the people?

- But he is an aristocrat.
- Yeah, sure, but he loves
the common folk.

We don't want
Fairbanks or Flynn.

Oh, no, no.
No, no.

No, I wasn't
thinking about that.

- A man of action,
but serious.
- Quite.

I don't want to make it look
as if he's enjoying himself
with all those merry men,

- if you know what I mean.
- No, no, no. I do.

I see him more as a Battle
of Britain pilot type.

Ah. Ah, capital!

- Yes, he runs
a tight ship.
- Mm.

What about Little John?

A big man.
A little slow, perhaps.

But very loyal.
You do realize
he's Scottish.

Do you think you could
manage a Scottie?

Would-- would he have been
a Scot in those days?

Yes, well, it's not
a bloody documentary, is it?

Anyway, Sir Hugo
is Scottish.

Oh, good.

Now what about the friar?

Great character.
Great character.

Plenty of scope for humor.

A fat man's funny, right?

He's always eating--
a pie, a leg of ham--

I'm seeing him
more as a favorite
housemaster type.

Okay, wait, wait.
Just get this.
Just get this.

The fight is on
in the glade.

He's up in a tree.

You think
he's ducking out,
you know?

Then the sheriff's men
come below.

He takes off
their helmets and-- pow!

Bashes them on the head
with the ham.

Then he crosses himself.

- Could be a running gag.
- Hmm.

I'm not too sure about
the religious angle.

- Could be a bit sensitive.
- I'll work on it.

Well, it all
sounds splendid.

I think we're
on the right track.

Look, I brought these scenes.
You can look them over.

- James,
we'll lose the dentist--
- Oh, yeah, thank you, Janet.

Well, I'd better get back
to the salt mine, I suppose.

If these look all right--
I'm sure they will--

would it be possible
for you to join up

with the rest of the team
at Sir Hugo's this weekend?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
That'd be terrific.

Sure. Yeah.

- We'll be in touch.
- Thank you.

A little bit
of a comedown
for you, I suppose.

Oh, God, no.

Believe me, I am
going to love it.

Good man.

I must say,
things have come
to a pretty pass

if a man can't work
because of what he thinks.

Still, all the better
for us, I suppose, eh?

I hope so.

Ooh, have you got a name
for yourself yet?

No.

I can't seem
to think of myself

as a character yet,
you know?

Try something
Anglo-Saxon.

See yourself out.

D'Arcy:
Back to teeth, then.

Right, now,

would you all check
your instruments are in tune?

And then we'll have a go
at the first few bars.

Hey, lady, what are
you feeding your fiddle?

Vitamin pills?

Asa! I don't
believe it!

Oh!

- What--?
- God, how are you?

I'm fine.
I'm--

Have you heard?

Yeah, I read it
in the papers.

Oh, why did he do it?

I don't know.
I wish to God I did.

Well, what are
you doing here?

Well, I guess I can't
go home for a while.

- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, how did
you get out?

I left before
I got the subpoena.

If I go back, though,
they'll probably take

my passport
and make me testify.

- Where's Joanie?
- In LA.

- Oh, you're not having--?
- Oh, no, no, no.

But I'll tell you,
this business is
taking its toll.

Oh, I bet.

Come on, let me buy
a gal a drink, huh?

Oh, Asa, I can't.

I'm waiting for someone.

How about later?

I-- I don't think
it's a good idea

that you should
be seen with me.

Why? What is this?

I spent most of last year
picketing your embassy

- over the Rosenberg trials--
- Good. So did I.

Yeah, well,
I've been arrested
a couple of times.

I think the police
are keeping an eye on me.

Sarah, this is England.

Yeah, well, they seem
to think I'm the Rosa
Luxemburg of NW1.

- Well, you are, aren't you?

Come on.
Take the risk.

Oh, no, no.

Too many problems
already.

Socialism's contagious
here as well, you know?

Sorry I'm late.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Skates on, darling.
- All right.

- Oh, careful.
- Sorry.

- Here's my address
and phone number.
- Great.

I'm really sorry
I have to go.

- Call me, yeah?
- Okay.

- Cliff: So Mickey Rooney

goes up to Joan Crawford
and says...

"Golly, I'd sure like
to make love to you!"

Joan Crawford looks at him
and says, "Honey, if you do..."

Cliff and Sarah:
"...and I find out
about it..."

- You know I told him.
- You're a dead woman.

...with America
as its prime target.

- Hey, hey, listen to this.
- A conspiracy, moreover,

which is virtually invisible
to the unwary citizen.

- Though their numbers
are small, nevertheless...
- Look at this guy.

...they represent
a larger percentage

of our population
now in 1947

than did Lenin's
Bolsheviks in 1917.

Jesus Christ,
this is a witch hunt.

A beast whose head
is in Moscow...

Asa:
Look at these guys from DC--
real true-blue Americans.

...reach out to grasp
at the very vitals of
this great nation.

Oh, yeah, right, right.

Why are they doing this?

Why? Because they're
a group of anti-Semitic
Fascist bastards

who want the country
for themselves.
That's why.

- Aw, come on, Ase, huh?
- Listen, shh shh.

Even our great American
motion picture industry...

Uh-huh.
There you go.

Why are they
so interested
in the movies?

Well, look at us--
a hotbed of subversion

at the heart
of the American dream.

Oh, come on,
don't belittle yourself.

And the purpose
of these masters of deceit

is to establish
by treachery

infiltration,
espionage,

- sabotage and terrorism...
- What?! Aw--

...a Communist
totalitarian dictatorship

throughout the world.

Their evil doctrines

threaten the moral health
and happiness...

- Ugh.
- ...of every individual...

- Jesus Christ.
- ...every hearth and home...

You know, it makes
a lot of sense.

Look at us-- we're very
photogenic, right?

Make great witnesses

that can stand
on the courthouse steps.

Flashbulbs pop--
we don't blink.

We've got to organize, huh?
Go to Washington.

- Don't get involved, Cliff.
- Obviously they're involved.

Yeah? What are
we going to do?
Go to jail?

Do not pass go?
Do not collect $200?

What? This is still
the US of A, huh?

We got rights.

They can take the committee
and stick it where the sun
don't shine.

...remain
the land of the free

and the home
of the brave.

- Robin, all yours.

What should we do
with him, Robin?

- Take him back
to Nottingham.

Beware outlaws,
Sheriff.

I'll have
your head yet, Hood!

Robin:
Farewell, my Lord Sheriff.

- Till we meet again!

Man:
Which one is the ass?

Nearly caught us on the hop
that time, Robin.

Hops is the word
in your case, Friar.

- I'll drink to that!

Cliff:
Okay, you bums,
let's-- no.

All right.
Okay, you bums,
let's do it.

No. Okay--

all right, you bums,
let's do it.

I don't know.

- Let's do it.
- No, try-- try again.

All right, you bums,
let's do it!

- I don't know.
- Come on. Wait a second.

I don't understand
what your problem is.

Look, I just think I need
a couple more lines, you know?

I mean, this is the guy's
death row speech.

Make him more of a hero,
for Christ's sake.

I hate this. I--
you know, I really hate--

you know what
the problem is?
The plot stinks.

- Oh, please.
- Don't give me "please."

- It's artificial.
It's terrible.
- No, it's fine.

The plot is fine.
It's your attitude.

- Oh, my attitude?
- Yeah.

You got this block
you got to get over.

Oh, my block?
My block?

Did you see this?
Look at this.

Studio directive,
and I quote--

"Don't smear
the successful man.

Don't smear
the businessman.

Don't write about
the common man.

Don't write about
the little people."

- No!
- What can I write about?

What? What?

What, they blacklisted
the Munchkins now?

- Come on, stop it.
Morty, listen. Wait.
- Oy, oy, come on.

No, no, don't you
"oy" me, Morty, okay?
Listen to this.

"Little and common
are un-American
kinds of words.

Give the world an American
kind of hero."

- Who are these people?
Who are they?
- Is there an echo in here?

This is exactly what
I've been telling you,
my friend.

This is killing me,
Morty.

Morty, you don't know
what this is doing to me.

I can't sleep.
I can't write.

I'm kvetching to Joanie
all day long.

Sad sack, all this
will pass, huh?

Let's do a couple
of laps, huh?

It'll make you
feel better.
Come on!

- Cliff: Ah.
- Morty.

- What?
- Don't give me a "what."
You know what.

Listen, there's someone
I want you to go see.

What are you talking about?

I'm going to give you
an entree to my therapist.

What, are you kidding me?
A headshrinker?

- For what?

- Why not?
- What do you mean,
"Why not"?

What? This town.
No, I don't believe
this town.

You're my friend.
I love you.

Hand me the towel,
will you?

Asa:
Totally un-Marxist.

How do you figure that?

Marx says, "Change the world,
people will change," right?

- Right.
- And Freud says the problem
is with the personality.

- Society can't change, right?
- Yeah, right.

Yeah, right.
So incom-fucking-patible.

Cliff:
I never said
go see Freud.

Go see a progressive analyst,
for Christ's sake.

What, are you kidding me?

Go see Dr. Leavy.

- Who?
- Thanks, Charles.

You met the guy--
Jerry Leavy.

Jerry--

oh, Jesus,
the pinko shrinko?

No, no, no.
No, thank you, Charles.

- look--
- Paddy O'Freud,
begorrah. Yeah.

Do us all a favor, huh?
Go see Jerry Leavy.

And write me some lines.
I gotta make a call.

Mr. Asa Kaufman?

Yeah.

May I have a word,
please, sir?

Everything all right,
Mr. "Koffman"?

Yes, Mrs. Porter.
I'll take care of this.

You will remember the rules
of the house, won't you?

No visitors in the rooms.

Yeah, I'm afraid
we're going to have
to find someplace else.

It's a pretty routine
inquiry, sir.

It's nothing to get
agitated about.

Well, no.

I'm not allowed
visitors.

Well, we can't stand
out here all night, can we?

Well, there's a cafe
around the corner.

- Would you gentlemen
care to join me?
- Yes, that's fine.

Three-month tourist visa.

- Well, this seems
to be in order.
- Thank you.

- May I ask the purpose
of your visit?
- I'm a tourist.

- The rugby, sir.
- You wouldn't, of course,
be thinking of doing

any paid work
while you're here?

- How do you like it here?
- I like it very much.

- We'd take a very dim
view of that, sir.
- Uh-huh.

Can I have some HP,
please, sir?

Are you finished
with that spud, sir?

Oh, go right ahead.

Ta.

You ran into a spot of
bother back home, sir?

No, I didn't. No.

- No, I don't
think so. No.
- Oh.

The House Committee
on Un-American Activities.

- I was never called
to testify.
- Oh.

Well, I think you'll
find we handle things

rather differently
over here, sir.

Any chance
for a pudding?

Look, I don't know why
you have the slightest
interest in me.

I've committed no crime.

I simply have no wish
to return to the United
States right now.

- That's all.
- No one suggested
you have, sir.

A source
for the dark days,
the spotted dick.

Hey, look,
I'm just a writer.

Your country and mine,
we have a very special
relationship

and we have to
support one another.

Yeah, okay, fine.
I'm just a writer, though.

The pen is mightier
than the sword,

so they say.

Well, we've--
we've seen you now,
sir, haven't we?

By the way, sir,

are you still undergoing
psychiatric treatment?

- Mommy!

Mommy? Mommy?

- Mommy?

Mommy? Mommy? Mommy?

Mommy?

Mommy?

Don't shoot, G-man.

Don't shoot.

I keep having
these nightmares, Doc.

But you gotta understand
that this whole thing
is a waste of time.

Mm-hmm.

This whole town
is full of phony accents
charging 20 bucks an hour

to tell some poor schmuck
that his problems have
nothing to do

with the screwed-up
system we live in,

but because he saw
his father's prick
in the shower

when he was five
or something.

- 25.
- What?

I charge $25.

Bourgeois solutions
to bourgeois problems.

- Just like the movies?
- Ooh, that was a low blow.

Look, Doc, I come
from a family of five.

I grew up in a three-room
railroad apartment on
the Lower East Side--

You must have had plenty
of opportunities to see
your father's prick.

Ho ho.

This I can do without.

Then why are you here?

That is a very good
question.

I went to the party
health committee.

They said your methods
of treating personal problems

remain compatible
with the materialist
analysis of society.

And?

And I have bad dreams.

And I fight with my wife
all the time.

And I've got
a writer's block

the size of
the Washington Monument.

- Mm.
- Mm.

The heat is on.

The snakes are out.

That's an interesting
phrase.

Look, Doc, I realize
that in the scale of
human suffering,

my problems rank
pretty low.

I mean, it's hardly
the reality of the
concentration camps.

Nevertheless,
it is my reality.

There's no need
to be ashamed.

I'm not ashamed.

It's just I gotta live
with it and I'm caught
in the crossfire.

You gotta be kidding.

Look, Doc, I'm being
squeezed by the studio

for writing
Red propaganda.

My last script
was criticized by the party
literature committee

for Freudian
mystifications.

Yes?

It's a western, right?

The hero decides to come back,
clean up the town.

So what's the problem?

The problem is the party
literature committee feels

it was a choice motivated
by personal reasons

without reference
to his class background.

So how do you expect
I can help you?

I don't know that you can.

It's showtime, Doc.
I got nothing to show.

Maybe you can help,
maybe you can't.

Besides, I'm the only Red
in this town without you
for a shrink.

I'm beginning
to feel left out.

We'll start you
at four sessions a week.

You'll soon catch up.

Do me a favor.

Can you get "Variety"
for the waiting room?

Hi. Hugo's house?

Yes.

Ah, Kaufman,
there you are.

There's someone
I want you to meet.

That was quite
a decent effort
you put in.

Oh, thanks, thanks.

- Look, there are
a few points I--
- Yeah, yeah.

Now, this is
Tudor Hamilton.

What do you think?

What?

- Your new name.
- Oh.

Your scripts go to his agent
who submits them in his name,

thus bamboozling
the home office

and the state department
at the same time.

How's that?

What do you get
out of this?

10% betwixt
thee and me.

That's a lot of money
for a name.

Well, it's not too much
for your peace of mind.

Don't write
too brilliantly,
old boy.

You might blow my cover.

I might start
being offered

work again.

If I could have
your attention

for a moment,
please, gentlemen.

I won't detain you long
from the serious business
at hand,

but I'd like to take
this opportunity

to welcome
all you merry men

and to say how much
we appreciate

your sterling efforts.

We at Independent
Allied Telefusion

like to think
that "Robin Hood"

will be the flagship
of our programming,

representing,
as it does,

the values of high-class
family entertainment.

I'm very honored to have
a man of your experience

on board, Mr. Kaufman--
or should I say Hamilton.

It's a stroke of luck
for both of us, I'd say.

Well, I'm very proud
to be here, sir.

I've heard a little bit
about your troubles,

and, frankly, we won't
let that bother us.

Thank you.
I appreciate that.

My brother
was a Communist,
you know.

The Nazi-Soviet Pact
almost broke him in two.

It was the happiest day
of his life when he joined up

and the saddest of mine
when they shot him down.

Oh, I'm sorry
to hear that.

It could never
catch on here,
you know?

I think the mass
of the British people

see it as a fundamentally
cold creed--

all those fur hats
and thick overcoats.

Well, you would
know that better
than I would, Sir Hugo.

It's cold enough
here as it is.

No, I think we seek
our utopias in
sunnier climes.

You know,
to be perfectly fair,

I think it's more than
a question of temperatures.

Do me a favor, Asa--

- make Sherwood warm, eh?
- Sure.

Give the people
some sunshine,
why don't we?

- My lord?

My Lord Sheriff
is very cheerful today.

That rascal Hood
is walking straight
to his doom.

Within the week, his head
shall rot on a pole

outside Nottingham Castle.

Hello.

Why haven't you called?

I'm sorry.

It's okay.
I need to see you.

I'm in the middle
of a meeting.

I'll wait.

Come in.
Come on.

It's impossible.
The 26th won't work.

- The 27th might--
- We'd better leave it here.

No, no, it's all right.
This is Asa Kaufman.

He's an old friend
and comrade.

- This is Ted Sturton
from the GMU.
- How do you do, sir?

- Pleased to meet you.
- A pleasure to meet you.

And Ronnie Wilson,
one of the organizers of
the disarmament conference.

Mighty fine to make
your acquaintance,
partner.

- Are you an American?
- Well, these days,

I'm classified
as an un-American.

Well, good for you,
old son.

We have
our problems here,
but thank God

it's not quite
that bad here.

Maybe you can come
up to our conference,
talk about McCarthyism.

I'm sorry.
I really can't afford to be
in the public eye right now.

It's hard to get American
speakers these days.

- We managed to get one chap.
- Freud and socialism.

Big deal.

Dr. Leavy.

Jerry? Jerry got--
how'd he get out?

He's on a European tour.

Do you think he would
know about Cliff?

The only thing he was
ever interested in

was the contents
of his clients' wallets.

- Oh, come--
Sarah, for God's sakes.
- I'll put the kettle on.

- Not for me, love.
I must be off.
- No, excuse me.

Do you know where
he's staying? Where I can
get in touch with him?

Well, you'll see him
at the conference.

Give us a lift
to the station, Ron?

I think I'll hazard
another cuppa.

- All right, then.
- Ted, Ted.

Oh, thanks very much.

Well, good luck, comrade.

It was a real pleasure
meeting you.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye, darling.

See you Tuesday.

- Look, if this
is a bad time for you--
- Don't be ridiculous.

- Take your coat off.
- You sure?

You two go back
a bit, I'm told.

Yeah.
Los Angeles.

Her father used to
write music for the movies.

Well, we shan't
hold that against her.

That's your line
of work and all, eh?

That's right.

Have you known her
a long time?

Long enough.

Oh.

- She's a great lass.
- Yeah.

Terrific worker.

Yeah.

You working on anything?

Me? Yeah.
It's a kids' show.

What is that, then?

I'm doing
a Robin Hood script.

Oh, Jesus!

I can just see it.

Another bunch
of fairies in tights

prancing around
a cardboard forest, eh?

Yeah, well, it's a job.

Robin Hood was my first
political role model.

Look, I have to eat,
all right?

I don't know.

Even our bloody mythology
is being colonized
by the Yanks.

Okay, look, my friend,
I have to eat shit.

And it tastes
just as shitty
coming from you

as it does
from those bastards
who pay me, okay?

It's what I do,
all right?

All right.
Keep your shirt on.

You know what gets me?

It's all those people
that get wired up

about peace
and brotherhood
and all that--

that they're exactly
the same people

who can never
stop fighting.

Look, here,
I surrender.

And another thing
I'll tell you, kid--

if we don't have
our enemy in the room,

we just keep practicing
on one another, right?

You tell Sarah
I had to go, okay?

- What makes you think you
can burst into my life...
- Shh!

...after five years,
insult my guest,

- and then walk out without
so much as a thank you?
- Sarah, shh!

- What?!
Come in, come in.

- Shh.
- I'll say what I came
to say and then I'll--

If you're going to yell at me,
can you yell at me in my room?

Please?

Come on.

But I think you
owe me an apology.

- What's the matter?
- I have a crazy landlady.

Come on, I'll make
you some tea.

- Cheers.
- To England.

I'm sorry.
I got to apologize.

I really acted
like a schmuck,
I know.

Yes, you did.

It's just I needed
to speak to you so badly.

I just--
it's driving me crazy.

I cannot--
I can't figure it out,
why he did it.

God. Bloody Clifford.

Why can't he just piss off
and leave me alone?

I saw all your films,
you know.

I can always tell
your stories

because there's invariably
a man who has to make
a moral decision

against his own
self-interest.

You found me out.
Same story, different hats.

Cliff was good
in those roles.

He was brilliant
conveying outrage.

Mm-hmm.
And dying, hmm?

He was great at dying.

I can never
remember endings.

I hate endings.

Sometimes I walk out
before the end

because I don't like
seeing things resolved.

See, I always write
the ending first.

Then everything else
leads up to it.

- Ahem, Mr. Koffman.
- Kaufman, Mrs.--

I'm sorry, but I shall
have to ask this young lady

to vacate
the premises at once.

God, I'm sorry.

- Mrs. Porter, please--
- It's absolutely fine.

- I was going.
- Sit down. No, no.

- No, honestly--
- Sit. Sit down.

There is a principle
at stake here.

- Mr. Koffman--
- Kaufman!

Mrs. Porter, we're all
grown-up people here.

I keep
a respectable house.

I am a respectable person

and this lady
is an old friend of mine.

You know the rules
of this establishment.

And if you don't like them,
you know what you can do.

Look, Mrs. Porter,
just let's calm down.

Do not point
a finger at me.

Okay.

Why don't you
just calm down, okay?

I can explain this
to you, believe me.

We can be reasonable
about this.

- Sarah: Ooh.

What a night.

That was a really
impressive stand,
I must say.

- Thanks.
- No, really.

- Now what are
you going to do?
- I don't know.

Go to a hotel,
I guess.

Oh, don't be so stupid.
Come to mine.

- I don't want to
impose on you.
- You're not.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

You know what
I should have said?

- I thought you might
need this.

- Oh, a little--

There we go.
Okay.

- See you in the morning?
- Mm-hmm.

Good night.

Are you absolutely sure
you'll be all right?

Yes, Mother.

You may as well
come in with me.

You'd be much more
comfortable.

Good night.

Asa.

Oh, shit!

I'm sorry, honey.
I'm just not up to it.

Maybe I'll feel like it
in the morning.

Yeah, well,
maybe I won't.

Look, I'll go back
on the couch.

No.

That's all right.
Stay here.

You'll be much warmer.
Stay here.

Okay, you bums,
let's do it.

Priest:
The Lord is my shepherd.
I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside
the still waters--

- Cut. Okay, print it.

- Is that it?
- Cliff, that was great.

- So how was it, huh?
- Asa: How was it?

- Hey, baby.
- Wait a sec--
wait. Is that it?

Is that-- what happened
to the speech about,

you know, you can kill me,
but there aren't enough
nooses in the world

that can throttle
the human spirit?

- Where'd that go?
- They cut it, Ase.

- Oh, Cliff, what?
- Who cut it?

They said it slowed
things down.

Cliff, that was
the entire message
of the film.

Look, I'm sorry.
What can I do?

I'm just the face, huh?
Come on.

It's a great line--
"Let's do it."

Be proud, huh?
It says it all.

Morty, I wrote that
for you.

You know something,
sad sack,

sometimes you gotta
bend a little, huh?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Aah! Aah!

Robin, some scoundrel
has betrayed us.

Aha.

So, a fine woodcock
has walked into my snare.

Fine feathers do not
always make fine birds,
my Lord Sheriff.

- Hello?
- Hello.

Ah.

Hi.

Let me see.

Ah. "Aha!

A fine woodcock
has walked into my snare!"

Snare.

Whoa, strong meat.
What does it mean?

Strong meat?
Betrayal.

Oh, that'll be nice
for the kiddies.

- It'll work out.
- I do hope so.

Hey, look what I've got.

Ase.

- Now, what do you reckon?
- Oh, that's great.

- Yeah?
- That-- oh, that is
terrific, yeah.

They're going to take
one look at that, pack up
their bombers and go home.

Look, the world
hasn't changed

- just because you got on...
- Well, that's too bad.

...your plane
from Tinseltown, huh?

Time has not
stood still just...

- ♪ 'Cause time
stood still... ♪
- Oh, my God.

What is it?
Sarah?

Sarah?
What's wrong?

What is it?

It's from Cliff.

What does it say?

What does it say?

- Do all of them say this?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Come here.

It's all right.

Hey.

You know, this never
would have happened

if he had stuck
with you.

What do you mean?

Leaving you
was the stupidest
thing he ever did.

Oh, Asa,
he didn't leave me.

I left him.

What?

Oh, Christ.
This--

oh, so either way,
it's my fault.

Oh, come on.

Come on,
don't be silly.

It's not your fault.

You never-- you never
really knew him, did you?

- What?
- No, really knew him.

I knew Cliff better
than anybody in the world.

- No.
- What, are you
kidding me?

We grew up together
on the Lower East Side.

We-- we-- I knew him
before he became an actor.

I knew him
before he was Cliff.

He was Morty Bernbaum
down on Rivington Street.
What are you talking about?

No, but you only ever saw
what you wanted to see in him.

Sweetheart,
I knew him better
than I know my brother.

I left him because
he never loved me,

not really.

- He was only in love
with his career.
- That's not fair.

No, he was only in love
with picking little hero roles

that you wrote for him.

I'm sorry.

Well, now...

I'm not saying anything
without a lawyer.

- I'm a lawyer.
- Oh, yeah, I know that.

Okay, what do you want?

We've been easy
on you so far.

You should be.
I haven't broken any laws.

Good. Then you've got
nothing to be worried about.

You called me.
What do you want?

Word to the wise is all.
Maybe we can do some business.

You want me to write you
some better lines?

Oh, you're smart.

But I have
this feeling,
you know?

It wouldn't surprise me
if before too long...

What?

...you just might be
receiving a subpoena

to testify before
the committee.

It's all here--

organizations,

meetings,
contributions.

Who gave you
that garbage?

We know everything.

Really?

To my knowledge,
nobody has named me
in an open hearing.

That is not the issue,
my friend.

Then what is
the issue, my friend?

- I've got nothing to hide.
- Good.

Then you'll
take the stand.

I'm prepared to testify
about myself,

but I'm not going
to give you any names.

You come to me, alone.

Tell me everything
you know-- all of it.

You play ball with me

and I will personally
guarantee your job security.

Asa's voice:
I had that dream again
last night, Doc.

- Jerry: Hmm?
- Yeah.

Only-- get this-- this time,
I'm leaving a meeting

of the central committee
of the Communist Party.

Storming up the stairs.

There's my mama

getting it from
the FBI man again.

Don't shoot, G-man.

Don't shoot.

It's just I'm drowning
in Jell-O here.

You know, I don't know
what this all means.

Come on, give me
some interpretation.

Make me feel like I'm getting
my money's worth, okay?

All right.

Who's the FBI man
in your life?

What do you mean?

Who is the figure
of authority?

Who threatened you
with punishment?

With the symbolic
machine gun?

Let me ask you a question.
Why can't it be a real FBI man?

- There's plenty of them
around these days.

Oh, yeah?

- Who screwed your mama?
- Screwing me.

Hello?

Woman:
May I speak
with Miss Atchison?

Yeah. Who is this?

You know who it is, Asa.

J-Joanie?

Oh, don't sound
so surprised, Asa.

It wasn't hard
to figure out.

I just spoke
with your landlady.

I've had it over here, Asa.

I'm telling you,
I'm really through.

I-- I just came here
because of you,

and now you--
you don't even know
what it's like here.

For one thing, the studio
won't renew our lease,

and so we're going to
have to move.

Look, calm down.
Just-- just calm down.

Just tell me,
where are you and the kids
going to be staying?

My mother's.

Okay, listen, I promise
there will be some--

I'll send it to you soon.
I promise.

So you've said.

But it's obvious that
you have made your choice,

and I wouldn't say that
it includes your family.

Oh, come on, Joanie,
that's not fair.

Now, come on, you know
I had no choice.

Oh, I'm not fair?

I am not fair?

Oh, yes, you had a choice.

You could have talked,
like Odets and Sterling.

Like Cliff talked.

What?

That's what
everybody's saying.

They say he talked
in private.

You could have.

You don't get it,
do you?!

Joanie, Cliff is dead.

I'm still here.

You do not understand
what is going on here!

Okay, look,
you're coming over now.

Okay?

I'm going to send
the tickets.

It'll be rough at first,
but it will work out.

Oh, yeah, so what are
we going to do?

Move into your love nest?

Honey, you have this
all wrong.

- I'm just staying here
while Sarah's away.
- Oh.

Listen, honey,
you're going to come over.

It's going to be
like a new beginning.

I promise you.

You really mean it?

Sure, I do.
I'm going to send the tickets.

Soon?

Yeah, soon.
As soon as I can,
I promise you.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I gotta go now, honey.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

He must have been set up.

Or did he lie to me?

See, I know
what he was thinking.

I know exactly what was--

he was from
the streets,
you know?

Better he should be dead
than the world should
call him a stoolie.

He should have asked me
to forgive him.

I mean, it was me
he betrayed.

He didn't have to
cooperate.

- You didn't cooperate.
- I loved him and--

Well, I know that.

I loved him, too.

Oh, God, I thought all that
part of my life was over.

Why did you have to come
and bring it all back again?

Father, Father.

What is it, my son?

Hear my confession,
please, Father. Please.

It's very late.
Come back tomorrow.

But I cannot
wait that long.
Please, Father.

Oh, very well.

You dare disturb the sanctity
of this holy cloth?

- Robin?
- Aye, Friar.

I come not for absolution,
but retribution.

- But-- but, Robin--
- Only you knew of our plans.

No, no, my friend, no.

- Aah!

It was you who told
the sheriff.

Forgive me, my friend.
Forgive me.

He-- he made me.

I'm not going to kill you.

Death's too good
for you.

He threatened
to torture me.

Well, I hope you'll be
pleased with your labors

when they hang
Little John tomorrow.

Robin:
No, no. No. No!

Oh, these are
real mongrel days, Doc.

Real mongrel days.

Oh, God.

So what do you think
I should do?

I'm going to be called,
I know it.

It's just a matter of time.

Well...

so what the hell
am I going to do?

What do you think
you should do?

Hey, look,
I am paying you
$150 a week.

Jesus Christ.

"What do you think
you should do?"

Let's think it through.

What are your options?

You know what
my options are--

the same as every
other bastard's options.

I suggest
you just calm down.

I can cooperate,
be a friendly witness,
a stool pigeon...

- And?
- And?

And remain employable
in this burg

long enough to finish
this analysis.

- Or?
- Or I could take the first,
the fifth, the 18th,

the 23rd, the 45th
and go to jail

and never work again
in this industry.

Cooperate,
I'm a canary.

Keep schtum,
I'm a pariah.

Seems to me you know
what you want deep down.

Why-- why don't
you stop with that?

- What is that
supposed to mean?
- You tell me.

What? Take the stand?

You said yourself
it's a game.

It's showtime, Asa.

So I'm-- what am
I supposed to do?

I'm supposed to just
give them a few names
they already heard, right?

- Public act of contrition?
- Yes.

Yeah-- oh, yes.

Become a willing
participant in their
degradation procedures?

I can't do that.

Oh, God, please
don't let me do that.

I'm not going to do that.
I'm not going to name names.

Asa, you have to choose

between allegiance
to the past

and commitment
to your future.

That is so fuckin' smug.

This is what
I pay you for?

I can get better advice
from a fortune cookie.

It's always money with you.

You may have
left the party,

but you're still
an economic determinist.

This is a waste of time.

I'm no fish peddler.

You're going to have
to help me to help you.

Screw it.

Screw Hoover.
Screw the FBI.

Screw Stalin.

Screw the party.

Screw you!

I'm sorry, Gina.

Oh, God,
what am I going to do?

Let's get back
to the dream.

Okay.
All right.

Let's take
another route.

Let's go for some
other associations.

Okay.

Okay, what do
you want to know?

Start from the beginning.

All right.

I'm leaving
the party meeting.

I'm--

And who was there?

- I don't know.
- Come on.

Who was there?

I don't know.
What does it matter?

There must have been
someone there you knew.

- Jerry: Who was there, Asa?
- I don't know.

Jerry:
Say the names.

Who else was there?

Who was there, Asa?

- Just give me the names.
- Asa: Oh, God.

Come on.
Who was there?

Asa:
I don't know.

Who was there?
Just give me the names.

- Asa: I don't know.
I don't remember.
- Well, think.

Jerry:
Who was there?

Just give me the names.

Who was there, Asa?
Say the names.

Just say the names.

There must have been
someone there you knew.

Just give me the names.

Come on.
Who was there?

The names, Asa.

Think.
Who was there?

Say the names.

Come on.

- Don't.
- Just give me the names.

Tell me.

- Jerry: Come on.

Who was there?

Asa's mom:
Don't shoot, G-man.
Don't shoot.

Jerry over speaker:
So this is the question that
we should ask ourselves today,

my friends, in an era
of the Cold War...

Okay, let's do it.

Jerry:
Are the ideas

of Marx and Freud,
these two great thinkers

whose works
have done so much

to illuminate
this century of ours--

are their ideas
so terribly incompatible?

For when we have removed
the causes of injustice,

of inequity,
of international tension,

then no doubt
many of the causes
of personal anxiety

will, in their turn,
pass away.

- How much is he getting
paid for this?
- I don't know.

Jerry:
Many, but not,
I fear, all.

It is the role
of therapy

and the duty
of the therapist

to enable his clients
to face up

to their personal torments,
their personal fears,

thus better to equip them
for the fight that lies
before us all today.

The task of fighting
for world peace,

for world freedom...

for world harmony,

for there can be
no peace for mankind

without peace of mind.

And there can be
no peace of mind

without peace
for mankind.

Thank you.

On behalf of us all
here today,

I'd like to thank
our guest

for his courageous
and inspirational address.

Man and woman:
Hear, hear!

Dr. Leavy has
a very taxing schedule

before he returns
to Los Angeles,

but I think we have time
for a few questions.

Now do any of you
have any questions?

Ted, if I may?

Hi, Dr. Leavy.
Long time no see.

I was just wondering

if our English comrades
were aware of the fact

that nobody
to the left of Caligula

could just leave
the country,

get his passport stamped,
and then slip back in

like some greased zucchini
in these times.

Did you have
a question, comrade?

Please, does anyone have
a serious question?

Are you still
charging 25 bucks
for the 50-minute hour?

Does anyone have
a serious question
to raise?

This is serious,
all right.

- Time to talk about
that peace of mind.

Relax, will you?
I know the gentleman.
We're good friends.

Friends, this man
is a former patient
of mine.

Unfortunately,
we were not able
to complete the analysis.

You're damn right we weren't.
But why was that, Doc?

See, because I wouldn't
take the stand to rat
on my friends.

Please stop him.
He's not a well man.

If we have any questions--
now do we have any questions?

- Man: Go away.
- Asa: You killed Cliff.

You know that.
This son of a bitch
killed my--

you killed Cliff,
you motherfucker!

- Crowd: Oh!
- Jerry: I'm afraid
these delusions

require professional
attention.

I can recommend a good man
for you in London.

I'm sorry,
ladies and gentlemen.

Asa:
Everything that
I told this man

in his office
with the diplomas
on the walls--

straight to the feds,
right?

Please, I must
ask you to sit down.

All the time,
without me knowing it, I--

- Woman: Be quiet!
- You used me as a stool
pigeon, you son of a bitch.

Right? Tell 'em!
Go ahead, tell the people.

Oh, come now, old man.
You were a couch pigeon.

It was much more
comfortable that way.

- Sit down, Asa.
- Crowd: Yeah.

Yes. There's a question
over there.

Are these accusations true?

I'm afraid the convictions
of these golden boys and
girls of Hollywood

didn't run so very deep.

Mostly they were lining up
to cooperate.

They needed a therapist

to massage their
bruised consciences is all.

So why did Clifford Byrne
kill himself?

I'll tell you why.
I'll tell you why.

Because when he got him
to go brownnose to the feds

in some sort of secret deal
or something

and Cliff realized
that he couldn't live
with what he had done,

he put a gun
in his mouth and he blew
his freakin' brains out.

- Right, Doctor?

Come on, Doctor,
tell them. Go ahead.

Don't you people know
what's been happening
in my country?

The hearings, the blacklists,
the Internal Security Act?

They're all
in the interest
of world socialism.

- A load of crap.

Don't you realize

Joe Stalin needed
Joe McCarthy?

When all the stories about
the show trials came out,

all he had to do was point
to the land of the free and
the home of the brave

- and say, "Look! There's
democracy in action."
- Asa: Bullshit!

And if I had to set up
a few pinko intellectuals...

- You are so full of shit!
- ...who think that Communism
is 20th century Americanism

and whose only contribution
to radical culture

consists of smuggling in
a line about a strike

in a Warner Brothers musical,
then, I'm afraid, so be it.

You are a disgrace
to your profession
and the country!

Why do you put up--
you son of a bitch!

- Who do you think you are?
- What are you going
to do, Asa?

Fight me and the mob
like a hero in one
of your pictures?

You're only here
because you didn't have
the guts to go to jail.

- Grab him!
- Come on, Richard!
Come on!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Drop it!

- Hey, hey!
- Just relax.

I'm walking, all right?
I'm walking, okay?

This is cashmere flannel.

Outlaw, I'll have you
dancing on air today.

Don't speak too soon,
my Lord Sheriff.

- Hood!
- Hyah, hyah!

- Stop him!

Little John:
Come on! Yah!

Aah! Ooh!

You win the day,
but I will have
you yet, Hood.

What makes you think
you've got another day,

you bastard?

Hey, I'm an American.
You cannot do this to me.

- Robin, you--
- Asa: I want to see a lawyer,

a barrister, a solicitor--

whatever the hell
you call them!

Sheriff:
I know you,
Robin of Loxley.

You may be
a lawless wretch,

but you would never
kill a man in cold blood.

There can be
no mercy for tyrants!

What would you do
without me, your enemy?

This is the world
we live in, Robin.

We need one another!

- This is for the poor!

- This is for the weak!

This is for the oppressed.

And this
is for the people.

And this one's for me!

Got a lot
to say for himself,
that pal of yours.

Do you think I could
borrow your phone?

Thank you.

Sir Hugo:
Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Of course
I understand that.

Mm.

Leave it with me.
I'll see what I can do.

Woman:
Hello?

Could you put me through
to the chief constable,
please?

And my apologies
for the early hour.

Who shall I say
is calling, sir?

Sir Hugo Armstrong.

Oy, you.

Are you going to send me
to the tower, drown me
in malmsey?

On your way.

Ronnie over speaker:
This is a group site for peace.

We stand for peace on Earth,

total disarmament now.

Join us today
and say yes to peace.

Which side are you on?

If you don't want
your children to grow up

in the shadow
of a nuclear mushroom...

Come on, sad sack.

This is it.

This is your life now.

And this is mine.

Ronnie over speaker:
Let's make our country great

and safe for the future.

Say no to the H-bomb.

Say yes to peace.

Bye, Sarah.

Ronnie over speaker:
Total disarmament now.

Join us in our crusade
for peace.

Robin,
he's all yours.

What should we do
with him, Robin?

- Take him back
to Nottingham.

- Little John:
Beware outlaws, Sheriff.
- They'll never get it.

- Sheriff: I'll have
your head yet, Hood!
- Very good.

- Boy: Look, he's riding
his donkey backwards.

Till we meet again!

Friar:
Which one is the ass?

- Girl: Looks like Mom.
- Sure does.

Oh.

- Boy: Those clothes
are really neat.

Look at Robin Hood.

Robin:
Hops is the word
in your case, Friar.

Friar:
I'll drink to that!

There's Mom
and Dad kissing.

- Kids: Yay, Daddy!
- Joan: Yay, Daddy!

We love you, Tudor.