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Previously
on Fellow Travelers...

I'd like to
offer you a temporary desk

here at The Post.

It might be best if you avoided

the newsroom's
facilities for now.

You like
working for your hero?

The Washington elite

look down their
noses at McCarthy.

And I know his
tactics are rough.

You're on McCarthy's
Enemies List, sir.

I got nothing to hide.

We all have
something to hide.

He's so unhappy, and
no one knows why.

Hawk, I can't bear
being this happy.

Army's bringing charges.

Me and Roy, using the
power of our office.

You've got to get rid

of that little Jew and
his pervert friend.

Give this to
Schine. No one else.

What is it?

That stupid,
alcoholic Mick

isn't gonna fire Roy Cohn.

- Where's Tim?
- The hospital.

He had a seizure.

It's bad.

Tim Laughlin.

- Who?
- Laughlin, Laughlin.

He, uh... He came by ambulance
maybe half an hour ago.

Do you need to see a doctor?

Oh, for Chrissake!

Excuse me, sir.

You shouldn't be here.

It's all right. Come on.

Come on.

- Hey, Jimmy, how you doing?
- Hey, Hawk.

Listen, Leonard Smith
hasn't been home

the last two nights.

I'm guessing he's on a bender.

You seen him?

Threw him out of
here last night.

Causing a ruckus.

All right, do me a favor.

Sit on him if he comes
back. I'll check in later.

Sure.

Hey, neighborhood's
crawling with cops.

Looks like a
crackdown. Be careful.

I'm always careful.

♪ Speak low ♪

♪ When you speak love ♪

♪ Our summer's
day withers away ♪

♪ Too soon, too soon ♪

♪ I feel wherever I go ♪

♪ That tomorrow is near ♪

♪ Tomorrow is here ♪

♪ And always too soon ♪

♪ Time is so old ♪

♪ And love so brief ♪

♪ Love is pure gold ♪

♪ And time, a thief ♪

♪ Where... ♪

Police!
Police! Nobody move!

This is a raid!

- Go! Now!
- Let's get outta here!

Everyone,
stay where you are!

- Come on!
- Come with me!

Break
it up! Everyone out!

- Let's go!
- Let's go! Out!

Come on! Let's go!

Hey, wait.

Right!
Stop where you are!

Halt!

Frankie! Frankie!

- Move it!
- Come on!

Marcus! Marcus!

Searched three precinct
houses before I found him.

Thanks, Frank.

Anybody tip off the papers?

Not that I know of.

We need to get our hands
on the arrest record.

Between you and me.

- I'll see what I can do.
- All right.

You know how much
it's gonna cost

to get your record buried?

If I can manage to do it.

What do you care?

It's my father's
money, not yours.

Your father will never hear
about this, you understand?

Here, wipe your face.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What time is it?

Almost 5:00.

You said you were
gonna be an hour.

What happened?

Like I told you.

Lucy was at her friend's,
and her car wouldn't start.

Sent her home in a taxi

and had to wait
on the tow truck.

- I should go.
- What?

Oh, I've got a big day tomorrow.

Jean wants me to sit
with her in the hearings.

Mmm.

And watch her
husband being grilled

rather than doing the grilling?

Hey.

We still have an hour before
it starts to get light.

You know, you've been
rather sweet lately.

Your Honor, I stand before
you accused of being sweet.

I have been
informed that these requests

made by Cohn, working
for Senator McCarthy,

requests
made on Schine's behalf

for special assignments,

have never been matched in
the history of the Army.

Private
Schine's work with us

fighting communists
and subversives

required these requests.

He has proven tireless
in his efforts

to protect American interests.

Counsel for
the Army, Mr. Welch.

You may proceed if you wish.

We commend Mr. Schine for his
tireless service, Senator.

However, a fur-lined coat,
custom boots, steak dinners,

working from a
penthouse in Manhattan,

all while being on active duty.

Was this all necessary

for Private Schine's
important work?

Do you think Cohn will fall on
his sword for his boyfriend?

I hear he does that every night.

Mr. Welch, do
we want to argue for weeks

about whether or
not David Schine

wore shoes that fit him,

or do we want to investigate

communist infiltration
among military personnel

at Fort Monmouth?

Committee's special
counsel, Mr. Jenkins.

Do you have any questions for
Senator McCarthy or Mr. Cohn?

Indeed I do, sir.

Mr. Cohn, how long have
you known Mr. Schine?

I would say about two years.

And in all fairness,
Mr. Cohn, isn't it a fact

Mr. Schine is one of
your best friends?

We all have our best
friends, Mr. Cohn.

There's no criticism
of you on that account.

Of course not, sir.

We all have
friends whom we love.

I do.

And your relationship
with David Schine has been

very, well, close for the
past two years, hasn't it?

Yes, sir. He is one
of many good friends

I am proud to have.

Have you known him socially?

I have.

- Have you visited in his home?
- Yes, sir.

Has he
visited in your home?

Yes, sir.

Well, perhaps you've
double-dated together.

There's no reflection on
anything about that, Mr. Cohn.

I'm just...

You're both single men, as
we generally understand it.

We have been on
double dates, sir.

Welch and Jenkins and that
bastard Senator Smith,

all those things that
they're insinuating about me,

it's bull, okay?

I don't need anyone's
special favors.

I didn't need Mr. Roy Cohn
to get into Harvard, did I?

Look at this.

Stevens asked me
for this picture.

The Secretary of the Army

asked to take this
photograph with me.

No, David,

I asked Secretary Stevens
to take that photo with you.

When I heard he was visiting
the base, I called him.

I thought it would
make you happy.

Don't worry about
Welch and Jenkins.

They're just...

They're just lawyers.

As for Smith, he's not gonna
be a problem much longer.

How do you know?

I just do.

Trust me.

- I'll get us out of this.
- You better.

Mr. Cohn.

Senator McCarthy
is asking for you.

How long were you
standing there?

Not long.

So
I had a visit today

from Senators
Bridges and Welker,

close allies of
McCarthy's, as you know.

Go on.

They claim Leonard was arrested

for some sordid business,

and they'll expose
it if I don't resign.

- And what did you say?
- I showed them the door.

Why, it's clearly
some malicious lie.

A rumor. I can't
take it seriously.

Luce, would you
give us a moment?

I'm not leaving.

It's not a lie.

About a week ago,
Leonard was arrested

during a citywide crackdown.

Arrested for?

Commission of obscene
and indecent acts.

He was caught in
a public restroom

- servicing another man.
- That's enough.

Christ.

Uh, did they show you anything?

An arrest record, a
witness statement?

No, nothing like that.

Then they don't have
any hard evidence yet.

For now, tell Welker and Bridges

that you'll back off McCarthy.

And if it comes to it,

you'll vote against expelling
him from the Senate.

Impossible.

It's just to stall them.

Until we locate the record
and have it destroyed.

Hey, Luce.
Are you upstairs?

I can't find my keys.

For God's sake, just
keep him outta here.

I can't look at him now.

Sir, I will do everything
in my power to bury this,

but it will be expensive.

As much as it takes.

This comes out, I'm ruined.

What about Lenny?

Hmm?

They say it's...

It's a compulsion.

What's to stop him
from doing it again?

And getting caught again?

There are places that
help men like him.

I'll look into it.

Just thinking of
him like that...

so thoroughly disgusts me.

Don't blame yourself, sir.

Poor Leonard.

He's just one of
nature's mistakes.

I didn't know you smoked.

We all have our secrets.

When I was in Madrid,

I met two gentlemen
at the Prado.

They called themselves
traveling companions.

We struck up a
conversation about Tiepolo.

They invited me to dinner.

They were well traveled
and so charming.

At some point, one of
them allowed his hand

to rest on the
hand of his friend.

I must have been staring

because he quickly
pulled his hand away.

Our eyes met.

And I'll never forget
the look on his face.

And I remembered that I'd
seen that look before.

On Leonard's face.

He can't help what he is.

No one would choose to
live with all that...

shame.

Hey.

Here.

- I'm a mess.
- No.

No, you are not a mess.

You're not a mess.

Here's the photograph.

Now, how soon can you
get this back to me?

Hey, shut that door.

As I recall, you
were recommended

to Senator McCarthy

by one of Senator
Smith's donors.

Is that correct?

Yes, sir.

What do you think
of Whining Wesley?

Or do you prefer
Sanctimonious Smith?

I respect Senator Smith.

Oh, you've switched sides.

No, sir.

I still believe in the
anti-communist cause.

You know, we've heard
his, uh, son is a faggot.

That true?

That he was arrested for it.

Sucking cock in a public toilet.

That's the rumor that's
going around Washington.

Is it true?

I wouldn't know.

I think you would.

Know, I mean. I think it's
very possible you know.

Wha...

Thank you for the
package, by the way.

The one you gave to Mr. Schine
around Christmas time.

The one with the
interesting materials.

Just curious.

Where'd you get it?

Uh, somebody left it on my desk.

Oh. Kid.

You're a terrible liar.

You should work on that.

Any word on the arrest record?

Frank, is there any
chance they beat us to it?

Mr. Fuller,
someone to see you.

I'll call you back.

That Tim Laughlin from
Senator McCarthy's office?

I can handle him, hon. Thanks.

Today is not a great
day to break the rules.

Roy Cohn followed me into
the bathroom last night.

Cohn asked about Smith.

And did I know that
his son was a faggot.

- Listen, I have a meeting...
- What was in that envelope?

The one you gave
me at Christmas?

Roy thanked me for it.

You have some chocolates, okay?

My secretary brought them in.

She's trying to fatten me up.

Hawk, I'm not leaving
until you tell me.

That envelope contained a letter

from Corporal Daniel Cherney
stating that McCarthy

got him drunk and sodomized him.

And giving it to Schine...

Stuck McCarthy, Cohn and
Schine together like glue.

Putting Senator McCarthy in
the situation he's in now.

Very good, Skippy.
You're learning.

Did Cohn ask about the envelope?

I said someone
left it on my desk.

What? That's not
plausible, is it?

Why would he put it on your desk

when Schine's office
is ten steps away?

I guess I don't lie
as easily as you do.

Then you won't survive.

It's funny.

Cohn said more or
less the same thing.

Well...

Thanks for coming.

I was glad you called.

I thought maybe you
forgot about me.

This is a lot less
intimate than the Cozy.

Frankie, I can't go back there.

Oh.

The owners have
upped their bribes.

You can come back. It's safe.

It's not.

Not for me.

My father's a brilliant pianist,

classically trained.

He wanted to play
in an orchestra.

Now he's stuck behind a
counter selling shoes.

Ever since I started writing
and making a living at it,

he reads every word.

When he sees something
of mine in the paper,

I know I'm going to
get a call from him

telling me how proud he is.

Do you know what
it means for him

to see my byline in The Post?

So you're not gonna go out?

Not gonna fall in love?

I just want to be
honest with you.

Do you like my nails, Marcus?

Allen, that busboy from the bar,

he painted them for me.

He even did my toes.

Just a gloss, though,

since I was coming to
see you in the park.

I should have let
him paint them red.

That's what I really wanted.

Look, Luce, they have tennis.

Maybe I'll finally
nail my backhand, huh?

Huh.

What did you tell Mother?

That your drinking's
gotten out of hand,

and you're going to a
nice place to dry out.

Hmm.

That's only half a lie, I guess.

I try not
to lie, Leonard.

Oh, but you do, sister dear.

You just don't know it.

I told Welker and Bridges
I'd take it easy on Joe.

For now, at least.

And they didn't press
you on resigning?

No.

Then they haven't found
Leonard's arrest record.

So it's over?

No, sir, it's not over.

Trust me, there's a
desk sergeant out there

willing to sell the record.

DC cops have a thriving
business in that market.

We just have to get to it first.

Well, look at us.

Down on our bellies,
crawling through the mud,

just like the men we
think we're better than.

You are better, sir.

This will be good for you, son.

Son?

I stopped being your son
the day he showed up.

The sad orphan, the tennis star.

A goddamn war hero
for Christ's sake.

The son you thought
you deserved.

Your son.

I never had a chance.

We should get going.

And Father, whatever
disgusting thing I am,

you made me this way.

He's right, Hawk.

You took his place.

And I let you do it.

Mr. Cohn, did
you or did you not tell me

you had documentary evidence

in the form of a photo

to substantiate your
defense against the Army?

Yes, sir.

Has this photo been
submitted to evidence?

Yes, sir.

As to the particular
charges about threats

that I had supposedly made...

How'd you get in?

A Washington Post press pass
carries a lot of weight.

...persuasions
that had been attempted

by myself on Schine's behalf
for special privileges.

I told you, sir,

that I have very
substantial proof

that such threats were
never made nor necessary.

Proof, which I hold up now.

This photo shows
Private G. David Schine

with Secretary
Stevens at Fort Dix.

Secretary Stevens was not only
most solicitous of Schine,

but was in his company twice.

And it was he, Army
Secretary Stevens,

who asked to be photographed
with Private Schine.

That is what I told
you, and that is a fact.

So I ask, why would I
need to use my influence

to gain special privileges
for Private Schine

when he does so well on his own?

That photo, it's not right.

How so?

I was in their office. I
saw it. It's different.

They doctored it?

Are you gonna tell someone?

Senator McCarthy should know.

What makes you think he doesn't?

Ladies and
gentlemen, please.

Please let the hearing proceed.

The successful
treatment of homosexuals

depends on their willingness
to face what they really are.

Many of them become so skilled

at camouflaging
their true natures,

they begin to think
they're normal.

Oh.

So they believe they're
normal men, like us?

They really do.

And they live even more
lonely and isolated lives.

- Hmm.
- Hopping from one

sexual partner to the next,

like frogs on lily pads.

But you can change them?

With a combination
of aversion therapy

and intermittent
electroconvulsive treatments,

we see progress in some cases.

Shock therapy?

But it's a small price to
pay to be sane and happy.

Don't you agree?

Shall we get your
friend settled?

One more thing.

Leonard's family believes

that he'll have a better
chance of being cured

if he's placed in a
secure environment.

I can assure you our
facility is quite secure.

Yes, but we believe
he will benefit

from limited contact
with the outside world.

He runs with a very
disreputable crowd.

No calls in or out, no visitors.

Our policy exactly.

They're ready for you.

You know what I've
been thinking about?

I can't imagine.

That first summer

when you started spending
time at our house,

we went camping by that river.

One at the end of
the Billy Goat Trail.

Yeah.

It got dark.

We drank some of my
mother's mint schnapps.

Oh, God.

- That stuff was awful.
- Yeah.

Then we jacked off
together by the fire.

All boys do that.

Normal men grow out of it.

I thought about telling
my father about you.

Tell him what?

Some sad, twisted
fantasy you created

in your perverted brain?

Why don't you tell him?

No, I'll tell you why.

Because you know he'd
never believe you.

You're right.

He wouldn't.

He'd always take
your word over mine.

You're gonna be okay.

Won't be so bad in there.

I don't care.

I need to be free of this thing.

Mr. Smith.

I want to be cured.

Yes, just this way.

We'll get you settled.

You can't see what's
happening, can you?

Welch, Jenkins, the
Red-loving press,

they are painting you
with the same brush

they use on Roy and David.

Smearing Roy and David's filth
all over you and your cause.

- Why can't you see it?
- See what?

All this hullaballoo
because Roy likes the kid?

They're pals. What's the harm?

Men need the companionship
of other men.

Women can't understand.

Oh, I think I do understand.

Why didn't you fire Roy when
you had the chance, Joe?

Why have you stuck with him?

Let him drag you down?

What does he have on you?

Men from Wisconsin don't
turn on their friends.

You would think a
man from Wisconsin

would know how to get
his wife pregnant.

You learn to knock on the
doors of your superiors.

What is it, Tim?

Senator, the photograph

of Mr. Schine with
Secretary Stevens.

What about it?

Roy did something to
it. He changed it.

What are you trying to do?

I thought you'd want to know.

Do you know that
I was once voted

the worst senator in Washington?

It's true.

Another man might have
heard that and crumbled.

But not me.

I went to Wheeling,
West Virginia.

I remember the day,
February 9th, 1950.

Colder than a witch's left tit.

Gave a speech to
a bunch of ladies

who could barely
recite their A, B, Cs.

Do you know what I told them?

I told them 205 employees
of the State Department

were known to be members

of the American Communist Party.

Known not suspected. 205.

Where'd I come up
with that number?

Who knows? Divine
intervention, I reckon.

Do you know what those
broads did when I finished?

Got on their damn
feet and applauded.

And now I'm one of the
most powerful senators

in the history of our nation,

one of the most
powerful men in America.

So, Tim, what exactly
did you want to tell me

about some fucking photograph?

Operator, get me
Senator Bridges' office.

Where do we stand with our
friend from Pennsylvania?

I'm going to need that vote.

Roy knocked the stuffing...

At least they know we're not
going to lie down and take it.

Welch has a Red on his staff.

We've known about it for weeks.

We made a deal to
keep him off the table

as long as Welch doesn't get
into Roy's service record.

Can I help you?

I'd like to see Mr. Welch,
the Army's lawyer.

He's not here at the moment.

Can you give him this?

It's important.

Looks like Cohn's pulled

a rabbit out of his hat.

Marcus, what can I do for you?

I wanna cover the Senate beat.

Well, we've already got
reporters covering Congress.

But none of them
have the access I do.

I spent a couple of
years developing sources.

What, with janitors
and security guards?

I did an excellent job

covering the Senate
for the Courier.

Yeah, but that's a, uh...

Uh...

A what?

A Negro paper.

Or do you prefer Black now?

Honestly, I can never keep
up with what you people want.

Stan, get back to work.

I only quit the Senate beat

because of a dust-up with Cohn.

But he can't lock out a
reporter from The Post.

I wanna keep you on
the city desk for now.

Well, you know what they say.

Real change comes slowly.

Real change is what
white people talk about

when they don't want
anything to actually change.

Mr. Welch, do you
have a point of order?

Yes, sir, I do.

Earlier this week, a
photograph was produced

by Senator McCarthy and
Mr. Cohn as evidence

of Private Schine's
close relationship

to Secretary of
the Army Stevens.

Before we question
Private Schine,

I would like to
offer this picture

as the original, unaltered
piece of evidence

that we received from
Secretary Stevens' office.

Private Schine, do you
recognize this photograph?

Uh, yes, sir.

It was hanging in my office.

And can you tell me
the circumstances behind it?

Uh, Mr. Stevens, the
Secretary of the Army,

asked me to stand next
to him for the picture.

And as a result of that
request, what did you do?

I obeyed, sir.

In this
original photograph,

who is the man on
your immediate right?

That is Colonel Bradley, sir.

I should be there.

You're right where
you should be, sir.

Out of the line of fire.

Well, Mr. Schine,

do you have any knowledge
of the circumstances

under which the picture of
Colonel Bradley was omitted?

No, sir.

So, in this altered photograph,

you alone with the
Secretary of the Army,

I would ask whether
you'd ever seen this

particular photograph until now.

I never saw this print

before these hearings, sir.

You had nothing to
do with its being altered?

No, sir.

Are you insinuating

that evidence was tampered with?

We merely show two pictures

with obvious man-made
differences, Senator.

That is a hefty accusation.

It is, indeed.

So if this photograph
wasn't altered,

where'd it come from, a pixie?

If counsel
could, for my benefit,

define what a pixie is.

You might be more of
an expert on that.

I should say, Mr. Senator,

that a pixie is a close
relative of a fairy.

Shall I proceed, sir?

Have I enlightened you?

Let's let
the hearing proceed.

Shouldn't you be at the Senate?

Mr. Welch,
you have no proof

that this photograph was altered

by anyone on this committee.

This all sounds like pure
conjecture on your part.

The fact remains that
Secretary Stevens

asked to meet with Private
Schine and express...

Hey.

You're not supposed
to be in here.

What the fuck?

Goddamn it!

I'm scheduled for
questioning tomorrow.

I'm going to deny everything.

After, you and I should confront

the lying press together.

Dave.

I'm not coming in tomorrow.

I got you a three-day pass.

I am going to New York to
spend time with my family.

David, we're going
to get through this.

We are not going to
get through anything.

You and McCarthy
are facing charges.

Not me.

I am not like you, Roy.

I'm normal.

Hawk.

Quit... Quit my job.

I had to.

Can we go upstairs?

- I'm going out.
- Out hunting?

Take me with you.

- You wouldn't enjoy it.
- No, I'd be with you.

Everything's gone, Hawk.

I don't know what to believe.

I just... I knew I
needed to see you.

I should have left you alone.

And I am so glad you didn't.

Please, just take me upstairs.

- Skippy.
- Take me upstairs.

Skippy, listen to me!

I don't want you to read
about it in the papers.

I'm going to ask Lucy
Smith to marry me.

Dad.

It's after 2:00.

Look at this.

Where was this?

Paisley, Pennsylvania.

My first campaign.

Talking to striking coal miners.

Trying to give them some hope

that people in Washington
care about them.

Look at Lenny, how
innocent he was.

I got a call this evening
from Senator Welker.

They found Lenny's
arrest record.

There's no compromising now,
they've made their ultimatum.

If I resign,

they'll keep Lenny's
arrest record under wraps.

Governor Fine will replace me

with a Republican
and McCarthy ally,

and that might be the
vote McCarthy needs

to hold on to power.

And if I don't resign,

they'll release
Lenny's arrest record

to the press tomorrow afternoon,

in time for the
evening editions.

I doubt your mother

will show her face
in public again.

And Lenny...

when he comes out
of that hospital,

even if he's cured,

what chance will he have
to live a normal life?

This will hound him for
the rest of his days.

And it will be my fault.

I will have destroyed him.

Twice.

What are we going to do?

Well, you are not to worry.

You and Hawk have each other.

You'll be fine.

We'll all be fine.

The United States

has long been a
symbol of freedom

and enjoyed well-earned respect

as the greatest
democracy in the world.

But our democracy
is under attack

by those who at
times preach loudest,

hoping to sow fear
within our imperfect

but always striving union.

A union defined by ideals

which we hold to be
true and self-evident,

that all men are created equal.

But truth is now in question.

The truth has been
replaced with fear.

It is fear which rots the bones

of our American body.

If we do not have good men
and women seeking truth...

Present
arms! Order, arms!

Then we do not have America.

Stand by.

Ready.

So
strive for truth.

Ready. Aim.

Reach
out to your fellow man.

Fight for the
promise of America.

Fire!

Ready.

Aim. Fire.

Ready.

Aim.

Fire.

You're here.

Surprised.

I wasn't going to come,

but curiosity got
the better of me.

Glad it did.

Thanks.

Aren't you nervous

someone from The Post
might see you with me?

I don't think I have much
of a future at The Post.

I wasn't happy doing the
work they wanted me to do.

And I've received a few
calls from a new publication.

Jet magazine.

Not a huge readership, but...

I look out at that damn city

and can't help but think
about what it denies us.

I'm gonna write about that.

The things that matter.

So what are we going to do?

I'm gonna drink
this damn coffee.

I'm going on the
road with Storme.

The Jewel Box Revue.

Up and down the East Coast.

But when I come back, I'd
like a place of my own.

Not a room over a bar,

but an apartment with a
bathtub and a kitchen,

and someone waiting
in it for me.

Striking.

Your nails.

Do you like them?

They're growing on me.

In the
aftermath of the hearings,

Chief Counsel Roy
Cohn has resigned

from the committee.

And Senator McCarthy,

his approval ratings plummeting,

faces censure or even
expulsion from the Senate.

May I come in?

Got your letter of condolence.

It meant a lot. Thank you.

I'm due at Fort Dix in two days.

I'm not gonna wait for you.

- I want to take you somewhere.
- Hawk.

Come on.

The Army owns your body now.
I can't steal you from them.

- Or can I?
- No.

- You can't.
- Then give me an hour.

One hour.

Where are we going?

You trust me?

Don't answer that.

Come on.

Hawk, I'm sorry
about Senator Smith.

I know you loved him.

There isn't much good
and decent in this world.

He was good.

And decent.

Skippy.

I didn't raise my
boy to be a soldier.

I have to go.

I have to get over you.

Yeah.

You do.

Hawk.

Promise you won't write.

I won't.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

There you go.

There you go. You can
lean on me if you need to.

Thank you.

Skippy.

♪ Mama, I have something
important to say ♪

♪ Yes, I know you
didn't plan for me ♪

♪ Turning out this way ♪

♪ Well, you didn't
fail me, Mom ♪

♪ And I don't love
you any less ♪

♪ Because for me
it's just a matter ♪

♪ Of what suits me best ♪

♪ Well, I know it's
hard for you to take ♪

♪ And it's nothing
you would brag ♪

♪ When your first-born ♪

♪ Turns out to be gay ♪