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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.