There. Now go play with that, Fred.
FRED: Thank you.
This is not my third trip. It's for Professor Lieberman.
Who's counting? Shall I fix him some caviar?
It's all deductible from my income tax, dear.
I have to give parties to see what the women are wearing.
PHI L: You old crook.
-Young crook. -OK.
How do you like my girl?
She's lovely.
Is it serious or just the first careless rapture?
Serious. We're going to be married any minute.
Congratulations, you willful, headstrong fellow, you.
When did all this happen?
First time we looked at each other...
third day I came to New York.
Tall buildings, subways, and traffic didn't scare you?
Not a bit. I brushed the straw out of my hair...
and fell in love with a city girl.
You could crawl right into The Saturday Evening Post.
Have you met her family yet?
Not yet. You know them?
Slightly. You going to meet them soon?
Next week, I think. Why?
Oh, I'd just like the newsreel rights.
Well, what do you mean? What's the matter with them?
Nothing. I think it's a fine idea to meet the family first.
It saves wear and tear afterwards.
PHI L: Nice party.
KATHY: It's even nicer here.
I've been thinking, maybe it would be better...
if you didn't tell your sister after all, huh?
Not tell her? Why?
Well, the whole business...
depends on my not making loopholes...
whenever it's convenient.
I've already told her.
You did? When?
Tonight. I called her from Anne's.
Jane made me promise to say when you'd be free for Saturday.
It takes time to make arrangements for a big party.
What did she say when you told her?
KATHY: She thought it was the cleverest way to research.
You'll love her--and Harry, too. They're grand people.
But she promised?
KATHY: I wouldn't tell her until she had--and Harry.
She just asked that you skip the whole thing for the party.
She didn't mean deny it, just don't bring it up.
-You said no. -What?
You said, ''No, he won't skip the whole thing for the party.''
KATHY: No, I didn't. I said I'd ask you.
I'd never say yes without asking you.
You mean you think I should?
Oh, darling...
why do you always lose your sense of proportion...
whenever the subject comes up?
That was what was so wonderful about Professor Lieberman.
He feels the problem deeply...
yet he did have a sense of humor about it.
You know those suburban groups--
Connecticut, Darien--up there.
It would just start a whole mess forJane and Harry for nothing.
And if it were a mess for something?
But, Phil, you're notJewish.
It'd ruin the party forJane if she had problems with it.
Why can't I make you see that? I know I promised.
No exceptions.
And you were being reasonable to stretch it toJane.
It just seems so silly...
to start a thing for her when it's not true.
Why not tellJane just to call off the party?
It would seem queer--
her only sister getting married, and if you were, I'd manage.
Thanks.
I'm not asking you to make loopholes where it counts--
at the office, meeting people, like at Anne's tonight--
but to go to Connecticut to a party--
And if we were to use my house--
Besides,Jane and Harry--
I thought they were grand.
They are, but some of their friends--
And it would just make--
A thing, a mess, an inconvenience.
It would.
ForJane and Harry, or for you, too?
I'd be so tensed up, I wouldn't have any fun.
If everything's going to be so tensed up and solemn, I--
I think I'd better go now.
MRS. GREEN: Wake him up no matter what he says.
Tell him to hurry.
TOM: Don't worry. I'll get him.
Pop.
Pop, get up. It's for you.
Grandma said to wake you.
PHI L: Oh.
Hello. It's for you.
PHI L: What for?
Telephone.
PHI L: OK.
Get up!
PHI L: It's late, isn't it?
TOM: Mm-hmm.
Here's your bathrobe.
PHI L: I don't want it.
TOM: I said put it on.
Hey, Pop, here are your slippers.
Finally roused him.
Hello.
Da--
Dave! Where are you? When did you get in?
It's Dave!
This is wonderful. Where are you?
La Guardia.Just now.
I had a break and got assigned to a plane with my C.O.
I haven't had breakfast. Get it?
Well, grab yourself a cab and get right over here.
OK. Hey, Ma.
Can you summon up some hotcakes?
We used to eat a stack apiece in the old days.
The old magic still works.
Can I have some, too?
How many breakfasts can you eat in one day?
I never have any fun.
You're going to be late for school.
I know when school starts. Besides, I don't like fruit.
You like bananas, don't you?
Oh, well, bananas are different.
-Say, Pop! -Huh?
Are weJewish?
Jimmy Kelly said we were. Our janitor told his janitor.
Well, what did you say toJimmy Kelly?
I told him I'd ask you.
You remember that movie that Kathy and I took you to?
Sure.
And how you asked if things like that really happened?
Kathy said they were pretending.
I'm pretending I'm Jewish for the stuff I'm writing.
You mean like a movie or a game?
Yeah, something like that.
Promise not to tell anybody it's a game.
OK. Sure.
What'll you tellJimmy, Tom?
I'll say I haven't any information.
PHI L: Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Maybe that's not such a good idea...
to say you haven't any information.
Say you asked me, and I said I was partlyJewish, OK?
-OK. -OK.
But not tell him it's the movie part?
Have some more, Dave?
Doctor, Doctor, please, you're hitting a nerve.
Then I can go do my marketing.
I'll thank you two hulks to pile the dishes in the sink.
Oh, Dave, it's wonderful.
Do you really think you'll bring Carol and the kids east...
and live in New York?
That's the plan.
I can be eastern representative of the firm--
best break I ever had.
It depends if I can find a place to live.
I'm going to try to find a place big enough...
for Carol and the kids.
We'll find you something if we have to dynamite.
Meantime, you'll stay here.
Tommy can sleep on the sofa.
Wait a minute--
No arguments. You're talking to a civilian.
You win. My C.O. had to move in...
with an uncle he hasn't seen since WWI.
I'll help with the cooking.
Not while I'm conscious, you won't.
Good-bye, boys.
Don't settle all the problems today.
Save some for tomorrow.
Boy, I'm loaded.
You know, I used to dream about doing this, Phil.
What about this series you're doing?
I've talked about myself enough.
Come on. Give.
Oh, we'll get to it later.
What's eating you, Phil?
Who, me?
You expecting a call?
You keep looking out toward the phone every few minutes.
It's that obvious?
Oh, I...
I had a scrap with my girl.
I guess I wanted her to be the one to phone.
That's another department.
I'm doing a series on anti-Semitism...
with a special angle.
That's interesting.
Interesting? Don't you want a good, stiff series...
in a big national magazine?
Me? Sure.
You sound bored.
Oh, I'm anything but.
It's just that...
I'm on the sidelines of anti-Semitism.
It's your fight, brother.
PHI L: OK, I get it.
I don't care about theJews as Jews.
It's the whole thing, not the poor, poorJews.
You know what I mean.
Don't force me to make with the big words.
Anyway, what's this special angle you've got?
Well, I've been doing it for a while.
I'm saying I'm Jewish, and it works.
Why, you fool.
You crazy fool!
And it's working?
It works. It works too well.
I've been having my nose rubbed in it...
and I don't like the smell.
Yeah. I can guess.
You're not insulated yet, Phil.
It's new every time...
so the impact must be quite a business on you.
You mean you get indifferent to it in time?
No, but you're concentrating...
a lifetime thing into a few weeks.
You're making the thing happen every day.
The facts are no different, Phil.
It just telescopes it, makes it hurt more.
[Telephone rings]
Hello?
No. Sorry.
Wrong number.
You want to talk about it?
No. It's just one of those things.
I'm probably wiser staying on my own.
After seven years alone, you lose the instinct for marriage.
Baloney.
You and Carol ever get off on tangents much?
Who doesn't?
Go on and call her, you big dope.
You're right, and she's wrong. So what?
She has to telephone you first?
Who makes such rules, the Supreme Court?
Go on and call her and stop licking your wounds.
Listen.
Meet me at the office between five-thirty and six.
I'll phone her. I'll get Anne Dettrey.
We'll have a big celebration.
Can you imagine me married again...
you and Carol here, all of us together?
First I've got to imagine a roof over Carol's head.
I'm going to start looking right away.
How long do we have to wait?
MAN: I'll seat you as soon as it's ready.
Other people are getting in.
MAN: They had reservations, sir.
Who do you have to know to get a reservation?
MAN: Me, madam.
PHI L: I'm expecting a call.
Call me when it comes.
-Your name? -Phil Green.
-Have you ever been to Paris? -Yes, I have.
DAVE: Well, there's a lovely restaurant...
on the Boulevard Montparnasse...
and we had delicious pressed duck.
ANNE: Anyone we know?
Know what I'm having, gentlemen?
More fun than you can shake a stick at.
Want me to get a stick just for a test?
No, thanks. None of those things work.
Once I let a smile be my umbrella.
I got awful wet.
Another time, I kept a stiff upper lip for about a week.
People thought I was having my face lifted.
Why is every man who seems attractive...
either married or barred on a technicality?
Your timing is rotten, but your instincts are just great.
Here's to my instinct.
WOMAN: Pardon me.
MAN: Oh, pardon me.
You know, I don't like officers.
Well, neither do I.
I don't blame you.
What's your name, bud?
Dave. Dave Goldman. What's yours?
Never mind what my name is.
I told you I don't like officers.
I especially don't like them if they're yids.
Sorry, sir.
He's terrible when he gets all tanked up.
Sorry.
What's the matter with you, anyway?
Let's take a walk.
Come on. Sit down.
Take it easy, boy.
I'm terribly sorry this happened, sir.
He won't bother you again.
There's a call for you.
Telephone, Mr. Green--a lady.
PHI L: Oh, thanks.
Come on, let's eat, Anne.
You have a call there for Mr. Green?
Yeah.
Hello, Kathy? Where are you?
I'm up atJane's.
I came up to have it out with her.
I couldn't call you until I'd fixed everything up.
I was wonderful.
I said all the things you would have wanted.
You would have been proud.
Why can I make myself clear toJane and Harry...
when it's you I want to be clear with?
Sometimes I'm such a solemn fool...
I'm hard to get along with.
The party's tomorrow.
Will you take the three o'clock train?
And I'll be waiting for you at the station.
Darling, I can breathe again now that I've talked with you.
I can scarcely wait until tomorrow.
Good night, baby.
Oh, uh, Kathy...
I love you, darling.
And I love you--more than ever.
Good-bye.
KATHY: Welcome to Darien. How are you?
JANE: Oh, hurry, Harris. They're parched.
WOMAN: Your mother must be so proud of you.
PHI L: Well, yes, I hope so.
JANE: You enjoying yourself, Phil?
PHI L: Oh, having a fine time. Oh,Jane--
WOMAN: Does your mother just adore everything you write?
PHI L: Not everything. No, not exactly.
WOMAN: Oh, she must.
FI RST WOMAN: Some people have all the luck.
SECOND WOMAN: Yes, he's kind of nice.
THI RD WOMAN: If I thought there were any more like that...
I'd go into the hills and catch him.
-Oh, you would? -Yes, I would.
WOMAN: My dear, he's divine. How long was he around loose?
KATHY: Oh, about three days.
JANE: Mind if I steal Kathy?
WOMAN: Jane, you look beautiful.
JANE: So do you. It's a wonderful party.
KATHY: It's going beautifully. I haven't seen the Bascoms.
JANE:Joe called and said he had that dreadful arthritis...
and that they were sorry.
And where are the Howards and the Berlicks?
Are they coming later?
No. They all decided to go to Hot Springs at the last moment.
I'm in this just as deeply as Phil.
I feel just as strongly about it as he does.
-What do you mean? -You know what I mean.
Just a little careful screening?
Just the safe ones?
You're mad. You're getting hipped on this series, too.
WOMAN: Mr. Green, tell me...
do you get your ideas first and then write...
or do you write first and then get your ideas?
I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you mean.
KATHY: Excuse me.
I'm going to have to spirit you away.
Will you excuse us?
Certainly. You make such a charming couple.
We wish you great happiness.
-Thank you. -We'll be right back.
MAN: Oh, no, no, no!
-Kathy? -Jane?
Kathy, wait a minute.
Where are you going?
KATHY: We're going to disappear for a minute.
I want to show him the house before it gets dark.
We both need a breather.
Give us all a chance...
to talk about Phil without whispering.
But he's won everybody. Has it been awful?
I'm coming back for more.
Good boy. Harry says this sort of thing...
is a kind of mental bankruptcy...
but we women love it, don't we, Kathy?
We certainly do. Come on, darling.
-See you later. -Good-bye.
PHI L: I feel pretty much a fool over the fuss I kicked up.
Can't imagine whyJane asked if I'd lay off.
They all asked about the series, thought it was fine.
Not one lifted eyebrow in the bunch.
Hey, Miss Lacey, you're not even listening.
KATHY: That's right.
I was thinking about you--
how wonderful you are.
Darling, there it is.
Aren't you supposed to carry me across the threshold?
KATHY: That's only if you refuse to marry me...
in which case I take you and throw you in.
PHI L: Well...
it's lovely.
It has a...kind of quiet all its own.
Did you do it all yourself?
Every bit of it.
KATHY: We can redo the nursery.
That was when Bill and I hoped we'd have a child.
Could be Tom's room.
Will he like the country, Phil?
PHI L: Oh, he'll be crazy about it.
You and Bill live here long?
KATHY: Bill and I have never lived here.
Never? Why not?
Well, it's hard to explain.
I love this house deeply...
and I started to build it...
when things began to go wrong between Bill and me.
And somehow it became...
a symbol to me of many things.
Sometimes when you're troubled and hurt...
you pour yourself into things that can't hurt back.
Can you understand that?
Oh, sure.
I've done it myself with work.
I poured all my hopes into this place...
and when it was finished...
I somehow knew that Bill and I were finished.
I knew I couldn't live here with someone I didn't really love.
It was always more than just a house to me, a place I owned.
It meant everything I hoped for--
marriage, children, good life.
I knew I couldn't live here alone.
I knew that for sure.
You've never lived here at all?
No, never. No one has.
I stay atJane's and come down and walk through the house...
poke at the curtains, sit out here.
And for a long while, I hated it...
really hated it.
But I could never let it go...
and now I know why.
I was right not to settle for second best.
I was right to keep hoping, because it's all come true.
Darling...
you and I are going to be so happy here.
This house and I...
we were waiting for you.
I was always waiting for you, I think.
KATHY: Coffee, coffee, coffee.
Anne, will you bring the cream and the mints?
-Mints? Where? -Right there.
Want your coffee black?
DAVE: Fine.
Why don't you play that piece and make it a perfect evening?
She plays beautifully.
KATHY: Keep on thinking I play beautifully.
Would you put the radio on?
DAVE: These two act like an old married couple...
two days before the wedding. It's indecent.
ANNE: And depressing.
At least give a nervous flutter once in a while...
or the bellboys won't make jokes to each other.
DAVE: Is the honeymoon a secret?
KATHY: We're going to the White--
PHI L: Don't tell him where. He's nosy.
Liable to turn up at odd hours...
pretending he's the house detective.
KATHY: I'd love that.
I've always wanted to tell a house detective what for.
We're going to Flume Inn.
ANNE: What? Flume Inn on your honeymoon?
You wouldn't. You're kidding.
KATHY: No, we're not.
PHI L: What's the matter with Flume Inn?
ANNE: It's restricted, that's all.
Restricted?
I'm sorry. I didn't realize when I sent the wire.
That's all right, baby. It's not your fault.
So that's how it is. Restricted.
Are you sure, Anne? Have you been there recently?
ANNE: No, and I'm sure.
They confirmed the reservation.
I'm not letting them off the hook.
We can open the cottage.
-You can always go somewhere. -[Telephone rings]
Those snobs aren't worth it.
There must be something to do.
DAVE: You can't pin them down, Phil.
They never say it straight out or put it in writing.
They'll worm out of it. They usually do.
KATHY: Phil.
It's Tom. He wants you. He sounds frightened.
Hello, Tom. What's up?
What?
Tom, there's medicine in the cabinet.
Give some to Grandma right away.
I'll be there in five minutes.
-What's happened? -Sounds like a stroke.
KATHY: Find Dr. Abrahams' name and ask him to get down there--
J.E. Abrahams.
I'm going with you.
-Tsk tsk tsk. -Hmm?
KATHY: She is magnificent. Never complains.
Just worries about my school if I'm here all day.
Maybe we'll hire a maid.
KATHY: Try drying dishes and shutting up. It goes faster.
Cheer up, darling. Postponing a wedding...
isn't the worst thing in the world.
Just a week or two, Abrahams said.
Might as well break the news. I won't be here for it.
What? Dave, you got to be.
We couldn't get married without you.
-What happened? -Nothing. That's just it.
I can't abandon my family forever...
or find a house or an apartment.
If it was just me, I'd sleep in the subway...
but I've got Carol and the kids. I've got to go back.
No two ways about it. I'm licked.
But that means the job, your whole future.
I'll live. I did before.
Why, Dave, that's terrible.
I spoke to Carol last night.
I told her I'd give it one more day...
but I know there isn't a chance.
She's lonely, too.
I've got to go back, big job or not.
KATHY: What is it, Phil?
Oh, nothing.
Phil, let's get out of the house.
Kathy won't mind, and Ma's out of danger.
You need some air.
PHI L: I'm going up to Flume Inn.
I'll use those plane tickets we had for this afternoon.
-What for? -You're wasting your time.
There must be a time once when you fight back.
I want to make them look me in the eye.
I want the satisfaction.
I can't explain it, but I want to do it for myself.
-Phil-- -Let him do it, Kathy.
You have to face them once.
I did it once at Monterey.
They are more than nasty little snobs, Kathy.
Call them that, and you can dismiss them. It's too easy.
They're persistent little traitors...
to everything this country stands for...
and you have to fight them...
not just for the ''poor, poorJews,'' as Dave says...
but for everything this country stands for.
Anyway, I'm going.
See you later.
CLERK: I think you'll find this room more comfortable.
PHI L: I have a reservation--
a double room and bath, today through Thursday.
In what name, please?
Green. Philip Green.
Yes, Mr. Green.
My wife will be here tomorrow.
Oh, yes.
-Oh, one more thing. -Yes?
Is your hotel restricted?
Well, I'd hardly say it was restricted.
Then it's not restricted?
Would you excuse me a moment, please?
-How do you do, Mr. Green? -How do you do?
In answer to your question, may I inquire, are you--
That is, do you follow the Hebrew religion yourself...
or is it that you just want to make sure?
I've asked a simple question. I'd like a simple answer.
Well, we do have a very high-class clientele, and...
well, naturally--
Then you do restrict your guests to Gentiles?
Well, I wouldn't say that, Mr. Green.
In any event, there seems to be some mistake.
We don't have a free room in the entire hotel.
If you'd like, I can call the Brewster Hotel.
I'm not staying at the Brewster.
Look, I'm Jewish, and you don't takeJews.
-That's it, isn't it? -I never said that.
If you don't acceptJews, say so.
Don't raise your voice.
Speak a little more quietly, please.
Do you or don't you?
I'm a very busy man.
If you want me to phone a cab, I will...
otherwise--
Otherwise what?
[Rings bell]
[Door closes]
Tommy?
Oh, Phil.
Hello.
It was bad. I can tell by your face.
Dave was right. It was a waste of time.
-How's Ma? -She's fine. She's asleep.
Tom's out playing.
-Where's Dave? -He's gone out with Anne.
They decided to have a last night on the town.
They'll wind up here later.
How about some coffee?
No, thanks.
Tired, darling?
No.
I'm just thinking about Dave.
I suppose you're thinking about the cottage, Phil.
Yes, I did think about that.
So have I. You know that.
It wouldn't work, Phil.
It'd be too uncomfortable for Dave...
knowing he'd moved into one of those neighborhoods.
Darling, don't you see that?
It's detestable, but that's the way it is.
It's even worse in New Canaan.
There, nobody can sell or rent to a Jew.
Even in Darien, whereJane's and my house is...
there's sort of a gentleman's agreement when you buy--
Gentleman's?
Kathy, you can't--
You're not going to fight it, Kathy.
You're going to give in, play along...
let their idiotic rules stand.
I don't play along, but what can one person do?
Tell them to jump in the lake.
What can they do?
Plenty. Ostracize him.
Some of the markets not deliver food...
not even wait on him.
Phil, the series will be over by the time we get there.
Phil, face facts.
You expect us to live in that cottage once I know all this?
You can't make over the world. You know I'm on Dave's side.
I'm not on any side, except against their side.
Kathy, do you or don't you believe in this?
If you do, how can you talk about--
Tom, please. Kathy and I are talking.
TOM: But, Pop, I--
PHI L: Tom, what is it? What's the matter?
Did you have a fight? Argument with one of the guys?
They called me a dirtyJew...
and a stinking kike...
and they all ran off.
Darling, it's not true.
You're no moreJewish than I am. It's just a horrible mistake.
PHI L: Kathy!
Come with me, Tom. We'll talk about it in here.
-Want some water? -No.
Where did it happen?
Jimmy in it? Somebody sock somebody?
No. They just yelled.
It was at our corner.
One was a kid from school.
They were playing hop, and I asked could I play, too.
The school one said...
no dirty littleJew could play with them.
And they all yelled those other things.
I started to speak, and they all yelled...
my father has a long, curly beard and turned and ran.
Why did they, Pop? Why?
Drink some of this.
Did you want to say you weren'tJewish?
No.
That's good.
There are kids just like you who areJewish...
and if you said it, it'd be admitting...
there was something bad in being Jewish...
and something swell in not.
They wouldn't fight. They just ran.
I know.
There's a lot of grownups just like that, too, Tom.
Only they do it with wisecracks...
instead of yelling.
-OK? -Sure.
Attaboy.
You want to go read or something while I talk to Kathy?
TOM: OK.
PHI L: Oh, uh...
let's keep this to ourselves till Grandma's well, huh?
TOM: OK.
Phil, I've got something to tell you.
I'm pretty tired of feeling wrong.
Everything I say is wrong about anything Jewish.
All I did was face facts about Dave and Darien...
and to tell Tom just what you told him.
Not just what. You've only assured him...
he's the most wonderful of all creatures--
a white Christian American.
You instantly gave him that lovely taste of superiority...
the poison that millions of parents...
drop into the minds of children.
You really do think I'm an anti-Semite.
-No, I don't. -You do.
You've thought it secretly for a long time.
No. I've come to see lots of nice people who aren't...
people who despise it and protest their own innocence...
help it along and wonder why it grows.
People who'd never beat up a Jew.
People who think that anti-Semitism...
is something away off in some crackpot place...
with low-class morons.
That's the biggest discovery I've made about this business.
The good people, the nice people.
You're not going to Darien this summer...
even though you're finished by then?
PHI L: Let's save that for another time.
I hate everything about this horrible thing!
They always make trouble for everybody!
They force people to take sides against them.
Quit it! Quit that!
They didn't suggest this series or give me the angle!
They haven't got anything to do with us!
Don't shout at me.
I know what you're thinking about marrying me.
I saw it on your face when I said that to Tom.
Don't treat me to more lessons of tolerance.
I'm sick of it!
I won't marry into hothead shoutings and nerves...
and you might as well know it now.
Kathy.
I'm sorry I shouted. I hate it when I do it.
KATHY: It's not just the shouting. It's everything.
You've changed since I met you at UncleJohn's.
It's no use, Phil.
Now I know why I drew back when you told me the angle.
You're doing an impossible thing.
You are what you are for the one life you have.
You can't help being born Christian instead ofJewish.
It doesn't mean you're glad you were.
But I am glad.
There. I've said it.
It'd be terrible. I'm glad I'm not.
I could never make you understand that.
You could never understand that it's a fact...
like being glad you're good-looking...
instead of ugly, rich instead of poor...
young instead of old, healthy instead of sick.
You could never understand that.
It's just a practical fact...
not a judgment that I'm superior.
But I could never make you see that.
You'd twist it into something horrible--
a conniving, an aiding and abetting...
a thing I loathe as much as you do.
It's better to finish it now...
get it over with right now.
I...
I hate you for doing this.
We could've been so happy.
We had so much to enjoy and so much to share.
And I hate you for taking it away from both of us.
I hate you for that.
[Knock on door]
DAVE: What do you know? He's asleep. This early.
ANNE: On your last night? Nonsense. Let's wake him up.
DAVE: Let the poor guy alone.
ANNE: It's against my deepest principles.
Hey, Phil, wake up. It's us.
DAVE: Let the poor lug alone.
ANNE: I told you, I never let any man alone.
Hey, I thought we were expected, sleepyhead.
Where's Kathy?
PHI L: She left early.
You look nice in pajamas.
Get on a dressing gown. I'll close my eyes.
You go get the ice cubes so he can get dressed.
He wouldn't let any dame see his ratty bathrobe.
Go on. Don't trifle with your luck.
No man should wear coats and ties.
They look just wonderful in shirts and pants--
and in pajamas!
What's wrong, Phil?
Skip it.
Flume Inn?
Tommy got called a dirtyJew and a kike...
by some kids down the street.
Came home pretty badly shaken up.
Now you know it all.
That's the place they really get at you--your kids.
Now you even know that.
Well, you can quit being Jewish now.
There's nothing else.
My own kids got it without the names, Phil.
Just setting their hearts...
on a summer camp their bunch were going to...
and being kept out.
It wrecked them for a while.
The only other thing that makes you want to murder is--
There was a boy in our outfit...
Abe Schlussman.
Good soldier.
Good engineer.
One night, we got bombed, and he caught it.
I was ten yards off.
Somebody said...
''Give me a hand with this sheeny.''
Those were the last words he ever heard.
PHI L: Good morning.
Good morning.
PHI L: Miss Wales, here it is--
the first three installments ready to go.
Send every ten pages downstairs.
Have it set in galley immediately.
Tell them I'm in a big hurry.
How long will that take?
If it's no more than ten thousand words...
I guess I can have it finished by tonight.
I am pretty fast.
''I Was Jewish For Eight Weeks.''
Why, Mr. Green...
you're a Christian.
But I never--
But I've been around you more than anybody else.
What's so upsetting about that, Miss Wales?
There is some difference between Jews and Christians?
Look at me hard.
I'm the same man I was yesterday.
That's true, isn't it?
Why should you be so astonished, Miss Wales?
Still can't believe anybody would give up...
the glory of being a Christian for even eight weeks?
That's what's eating you, isn't it?
If I tell you that's anti-Semitism...
your feeling of being Christian is better than being Jewish...
you'll say I'm heckling you again...
I'm twisting your words around, or it's just facing facts...
as someone else said to me yesterday.
Face me. Look at me.
Same face, same eyes, same nose, same suit, same everything.
Here. Take my hand. Feel it!
Same flesh as yours, isn't it?
No different today than yesterday.
The only thing that's different is the word Christian.
Of course I'll see him. Send him right in.
Good morning.
Thanks for seeing me,John. I'm sorry to break in like this.
I turned in the first half.
I'll finish the rest by the end of the week.
-Good. -I want to clear out.
-Completely? -Completely.
Going back to California?
Yes. Will you help get train reservations?
Yes. What about future assignments?
I'll let you know.
[Intercom buzzes]
I don't want to be disturbed for anything.
Sorry about you two.
Kathy told my wife this morning.
She seemed pretty upset.
I'd have liked it to go on. It seemed so right, you two.
Anything I can do? Can I help?
Talk is useless, I know...
but maybe someone who knew you both--
Thanks,John. Thanks a lot.
I'd better be getting back.
I'm clearing out of the office tonight.
I'll finish the last three installments at home...
and I'll bring them in.
We'll have one more session.
[Door closes]
Hey, I'm looking for you.
It's the goldarnedest idea this magazine has ever run.
I couldn't put these ten pages down.
The whole place is buzzing.
Now, about artwork.
Photographic treatment's my hunch. What do you think?
No pictures of my kid or me or my mother, understand?
Stop pushing me around.
That's the trouble with you Christians--
too aggressive, loud, pushing.
ANNE: Everybody's got a copy but me.
When's my turn?
The place is in a frenzy over the wonderful plot.
What plot there can be on anti-Semitism escapes me.
This is something.
It's hot, all right.
You fooled me, Phil, completely.
Though I did want to say...
how have you lived this long spending this much juice on it?
I get it now.
Everything.
This is dynamite.
Wait'll you read the rest.
If everybody would act it out one day...
it'd be curtains on the thing overnight.
Minify ordered everything stopped for this.
It's a wonderful notion, Phil. Congratulations.
Hey, you look kind of beat.
I worry about you.
I'm fine.
ANNE: Uh-huh.
It's over with you and Kathy, isn't it?
Phil, I guessed it last night, but I wasn't sure.
It is over, isn't it?
Everything's so rotten, Phil.
With me, too.
Look, if you're free tonight...
come to my place and listen to my troubles.
How about it?
OK. Thanks.
We'll have dinner.
Feeling better?
Yeah.
Good.
You almost smiled a minute ago.
You take your coffee black, don't you?
And one lump.
I remember from the party.
You do?
You're quite a girl, Anne.
I don't think I told you that before.
Me? Sure. Everybody loves Anne.
You said you weren't very happy. Do you want to talk about it?
Nothing bores any man as much as an unhappy female.
Now, look, Anne...
we're good friends.
Somehow, even in this short a time...
we've been through quite a bit together.
It's been good for me to be with you tonight.
I wish you would talk to me.
All right, I'll talk.
We've been skirting it all evening.
Let's bring it out and clear the air.
You mind if I say something about you and Kathy?
Let's don't.
All right, Phil.
Mind your manners. Be a little gentleman.
Don't let the flag touch the ground.
This sort of honorableness gets me sick.
It's just that I think you're pretty straight, and she's--
Anne, drop it.
OK.
I'm a cat...
and this is dirty pool.
But I'm intolerant of hypocrites.
That's what I said, Phil. Hypocrites.
She'd rather let Dave lose that job than risk a fuss.
That's it, isn't it?
She's afraid.
The Kathys everywhere are afraid of getting the gate...
from their little groups of nice people.
They make little clucking sounds of disapproval...
but they want you and UncleJohn...
to stand up and yell and take sides and fight.
But do they fight?
Oh, no. Kathy and Harry and Jane and all of them...
they scold Bilbo twice a year...
and think they've fought the good fight for democracy.
They haven't got the guts...
to take the step from talking to action.
One little action on one little front.
I know it's not the whole answer...
but it's got to start somewhere.
It's got to be with action, not pamphlets...
not even with your series.
It's got to be with people--
nice people, rich people, poor people...
big and little people.
And it's got to be quick.
But not Kathy.
She can't. She never will.
She doesn't rate you, Phil.
Phil, do you hate me for saying this?
No.
I'd like to say one thing more...
if there's time.
If two people are right for each other...
they usually discover it in time.
If I had a kid I loved, I'd want him to be brought up...
with people who felt like I did about the basic things.
You proposing, Anne?
Maybe.
Maybe I am.
DAVE: Hello.
Oh, Dave. Hello.
Thank you for coming.
It was good of you.
You know about Phil and me?
Yes.
I want to ask you something...
and I want you to answer me honestly.
Go ahead.
Do you think I'm anti-Semitic?
No, Kathy, I don't.
-Phil does. -Does he?
You know I'm not anti-Semitic.
You're a Jew, and you know it.
Why can I make it clear to everybody but Phil?
Did you know I was the one who suggested the series?
No, I didn't.
I hate this thing as much as he does.
Why can't he see it?
At dinner, a man told a vicious story.
I was ill with shame.
What kind of story, Kathy?
KATHY: Oh, it was just a story.
Suppose you tell me.
Well, it was just a vulgar little joke.
It has nothing to do with this.
Maybe it has. What kind of a joke?
I can take naughty words.
But why?
Oh, all right. It was a man named Lockhardt...
and he tried to get laughs with words like kike and coon.
I despised him, and everybody else--
What did you do when he told the joke?
What do you mean?
I mean, what did you say when he finished?
I wanted to yell at him. I wanted to leave.
I wanted to say to everyone...
''Why do we take it...
''when he's attacking everything we believe in?
''Why don't we call him on it?''
What did you do?
I just sat there. I felt ashamed.
We all just sat there.
Yeah.
And then you left and got me on the phone.
Later, after dinner was over...
I said I was ill, and I am.
I wonder if you'd feel so sick now, Kathy...
if you had nailed him.
There's a funny kind of elation about socking back.
I learned that a long time ago.
Phil's learned it.
KATHY: And I haven't?
Lots of things are pretty rough, Kathy.
This is just a different kind of a war.
And anybody who crawls away is a quitter just as much as--
I didn't say that.
You did.
Somebody told a story.
Sure, a man at a dinner table told a story...
and the nice people didn't laugh.
They even despised him, sure.
But they let it pass.
Behind that joke, there's Flume Inn...
and Darien and Tommy and those kids--
If you don't stop with that joke, where do you stop?
-Is that what you mean? -That's right.
Where do you call the halt?
I've been getting mad at Phil...
because he expected me to fight this...
instead of getting mad at those who help it along...
like Lockhardt.
Not just old Lockhardt. He's out in the open.
What about the rest of the dinner guests?
They're supposed to be on your side.
They didn't--
No, they didn't, and I didn't.
That's the trouble. We never do.
It all links up, Dave.
Phil will fight. He can fight.
He always will fight.
And if I just sit by and...
feel sick, then I'm not a fit wife for him.
It was always on those deeper issues...
that we had our quarrels.
Always.
And I never knew it until now.
Sure.
A man wants, uh...
his wife to be more than just a companion, Kathy...
more than his beloved girl...
more than even the mother of his children.
He wants a sidekick, a buddy...
to go through the rough spots with.
And, well, she has to feel...
that the same things are the rough spots...
or they're always out of line with each other.
You're not cast in bronze, sweetie.
You're nice and soft and pliable...
and you can do anything you have to do...
or want to do... with yourself.
Can I?
But it's got to be more than talk.
[Door closes]
Now, don't scold, Phil.
I couldn't sleep, so I sneaked into your room...
and stole the first two installments.
Come here.
Thanks, Ma.
I think I'd rather have that than almost anything.
I wish your father could have read this, Phil.
He'd have liked it.
He'd have liked this.
''Driving away from the inn...
''I knew all about every man or woman...
''who'd been told the job was filled when it wasn't...''
''every youngster who'd been turned down...
''by a college or a summer camp.''
''I knew the rage that pitches through you...
''when you see your own child shaken and dazed.''
''From that moment, I saw an unending attack by adults...
''on kids of seven and eight and ten and twelve...
''on adolescents trying to get a job...
''or an education or into medical school.''
''And I knew that they had somehow known it, too.
''They, those patient, stubborn men...
''who argued and wrote and fought...
''and came up with the Constitution...
''and the Bill of Rights.''
''They knew the tree is known by its fruit...
''and that injustice corrupts a tree...
''that its fruit withers and shrivels...
''and falls at last to that dark ground of history...
''where other great hopes have rotted and died...
''where equality and freedom remain still the only choice...
''for wholeness and soundness...
''in a man or in a nation.''
Your father would have liked you to say that.
Not enough of us realize it.
The time's getting short.
Not enough people, and the time's running out.
MRS. GREEN: You mean Kathy?
PHI L: Not just Kathy.
All the Kathys...
everywhere.
You know something, Phil?
I suddenly want to live to be very old.
Very.
I want to be around to see what happens.
The world is stirring in very strange ways.
Maybe this is the century for it.
Maybe that's why it's so troubled.
Other centuries had their driving forces.
What will ours have been when men look back?
Maybe it won't be the American century after all...
or the Russian century or the atomic century.
Wouldn't it be wonderful...
if it turned out to be everybody's century...
when people all over the world--free people--
found a way to live together?
I'd like to be around to see some of that...
even the beginning.
I may stick around for quite a while.
[Door closes]
PHI L: Hi, Dave.
Hello? Mr. Case.
Dave Goldman calling.
I'm sorry to call you at this late hour...
but I can take that job.
I'm bringing my family from California immediately.
I've got a house.
Thanks.
So am I.
She's going to live up there all summer at her sister's...
and if anybody dishes anything out...
she'll be right there to dish it back.
Yes, sir.
I think I'll stick around for a long time.
Thanks, Dave.