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The latest news from
the land of the stars.

Minna Davis fans everywhere
are rejoicing this week

as Brady-American Pictures
begins production on...

Minna, Hollywood's
beloved Gaelic gal,

died tragically two years ago

when fire swept
through the mansion

she shared with her husband

Brady-American mogul
Monroe Stahr.

Now her rags-to-riches story
is coming to the screen,

and guess who's penning it.

Her own brother,
screenwriter Dex Davis.

Rest in peace, Minna.

We'll see you and
your American Dream

at the movies.

[film projector stops]

Woman:
Brady-American Pictures.
Good morning.

[sigh]

[typing]

Monroe,

thank you.

- It's lovely.
- [door opens]

[gasp]

Celia.

Christ.

Monroe, I--

I feel terrible.
Was it from Minna?

That's hardly the point.

Mary.

I actually came here
to talk to you about Spain.

Is that right?
We'll need some glue.

Right away, Mr. Stahr.

There won't be any rushes
from the Mountie picture.

They lost a day due to snow,

and when you're done
with Mr. Brady,

- you'll have two meetings.
- Can it be fixed?

I think so.

Which meeting
should I reschedule?

The one with Celia's
fiancé Mr. White.

Who, Wylie?
He's not my fiancé.

I heard he asked you
to marry him.

Thank you, Mary.

And did you have
any reaction?

Yes. I thought you'd
make a lovely couple

if you wait until he's
been sober for two years

or maybe five minutes.

Well,
that's disappointing.

Everyone says
I bloomed this summer.

I thought you'd noticed.

Let's get you
back to Bennington.

- [coin clatters]
- You can bloom some more.

When are you going to
take me seriously, Monroe?

I can help you.

I have ideas,
great stories.

Got one about this
bandleader who's going--

I'm excited to hear it--

after you've graduated.

I heard you were unhappy
with the rushes, Monroe.

Yes, I was.

Mind if I ask why?

Because he shot
the whole thing on a 35

when it should
have been a 50.

All the tension was lost.

And he cut the gag
with the pith helmet.

I love that. And who
dressed those natives?

They look like lollipops.

[giggling]

You're fired.

Easy, Calde.

There's still a few things
your family doesn't own.

Good morning, Felicity.

My suggestions
for your retakes.

So thorough.

I'm not talented enough
to be unprepared.

- Are you?
- [phone rings]

Uh, sorry, fellas. Kay,
I have some selling to do,

and Pat's expecting me.

Did you get a chance
to read--

Yes. It's much better.
Well done.

I only have two weeks, Monroe.

Then I fly back.

Hi, Wylie.

Darling.

See that she does
fly back, Wylie.

Or I'll break your neck.

- Good morning, Birdy.
- Good morning, Mr. Stahr.

Ask someone to travel
this far, Pat,

you ought to provide
cab fare.

I thought you Israelites were
used to crossing the desert.

Hmm.

What was my daughter doing
in your office today?

A bit of redecorating.

I don't want her
spending too much time
in this environment.

It's unhealthy.

Well, maybe she just
wants to be closer

to her dear old dad.

Or to see Gary Cooper.

He's coming in today.

Heck of an actor.

He's a prostitute.

Everybody who comes into
this office is a prostitute.

They don't walk in here
unless they want something.

Gee, Pat,
I walked in here.

I like your new secretary.

Felicity, is that it?

We have a deal about that.

Anybody but my secretaries.

What if she
is attracted to me?

Heh heh heh heh.

The human heart is a hard
muscle to fathom.

Your heart's not the muscle
I'm worried about.

Heh heh. I just hate to see
a pretty secretary go to waste.

Did you see this?

I want to start doing
what MGM's doing.

They're the only shop in town
making any money.

My new discovery: Sally Sweet.

She can sing, dance,
cries at the drop of a hat.

Knock Shirley Temple
right on her ass.

Build a musical around her:

farm girl with dreams
of the big city,

that kind of thing.

The creative side's
still your domain, but--

I'm always
open to a good idea.

I'm sure there's a compliment
in there somewhere.

What's for sale today?

The promise of America
in a single shot.

Start on the kids--
Minna and Dex.

Hope in their eyes.

Awe. What are they
looking at?

We pull back to reveal
hundreds of immigrants

behind them on that boat,

becoming thousands.

That same look
on every face.

If we keep pulling back,

panning left now to see
what they're staring at:

New York Harbor.

The skyline of Manhattan.

Impossibly big and grand.

And the Statue of Liberty

lifting her lamp to welcome
them to their new home.

Looks expensive.

But memorable.

And half the country
came over

on a boat like that.

You're breaking me, you know.

Could be our Oscar, Pat.

We don't need an Oscar.

Yes, we do.

Just think how much
it'll impress Felicity.

Good morning, Mr. Stahr.

Ladies.

[chatter, giggling]

I got it! I got it!

- Wonderful.
- They said they loved it.

Congratulations.

Why is it, Calde, that
whenever you're around

I always feel
some horrible crime's
about to be committed?

I'm studying you,

watching how you
put up with people

I know you detest,
like me.

How do you do that?

Calde told me about
the pith helmet gag, Monroe.

Don't worry.
It's going back in.

Gable's already in makeup.

See, Calde?

There's no profit
in the anger business.

You know, I had to do
a similar bit

back when I was acting.

Funny as hell!

God, you're an idiot.

[phone rings]

He does draw a crowd,
that Monroe.

Hmm.

Something troubling you,
Tommy?

Yes.

Jews and money.

I saw it all the time
in the old country.

They are so tired
of being called stingy.

They will overpay for things
just to prove it isn't true.

Now, what gets me
about this Jew

is the money he's
doing it with is yours.

Can I tell you
a secret?

He's a bargain.

[chatter]

[bell rings]

Rehearsal up.

Scene 7:
Minna at the party.

Just out of Makeup.

Places, honey.

Hello, Bess.

Hello, Gladys.

Good morning.

So, this one?

Or this one?

This one.

My, my.

A beautiful actress
on a beautiful set

in my favorite picture.

What a morning.

Thanks, Bess.

But--

Cheer up, honey.

It isn't you.
He just doesn't date.

Maybe if I'd been
stark naked.

A couple girls have tried.

But you can't compete
with a ghost.

Hello.

[door opens]

Did you knock this time?

Sorry, Aubrey.

Well, I guess
you don't have to.

Want to support
the Spanish loyalists?

Oh, gosh, and I was
hoping you'd come here

to ask me to
the Screen Writers Ball,

but as much as I like
to watch you shake your can--

Do you believe in them?

Unions?

Mm-hmm. For drivers,
grips, stitchers.

Of course.

I talk to my father
about it all the time.

So why is he about to build
his Park Avenue set--

Nonunion? I don't know.

Guess I'm kind of
a joke to you.

No. Jokes are funny.

Didn't hear your keys
clacking, Aubrey.

Are you stuck?

I was babysitting.

I'd rather
you went to church.

This draft-- your minister
character's starting to sound

like something from
The Scarlet Letter.

When was the last time
you were in a church?

I do my praying
at the box office.

You know that.

Hey, been on set
this morning, Dex?

I haven't left here since I
got your notes last night.

Don't you ever sleep?

It looks great.

Swanky as hell.

Bess is the perfect
Minna.

And, Dex,
Pat approved the boat.

How did you manage that?

He loves this movie,
and he loves you.

[chuckle]

Now all I need
are the pages.

Done.

This is why people
need unions.

To church, Aubrey.

This next to my lot.

I warned the mayor
about this, didn't I?

Told them this was
no place for a Hooverville.

How am I supposed to walk
Garbo and Carole Lombard
past this?

Damn pigsty.

Now I get to be
the heartless mogul

who drove all these
poor people away.

Well, Park Avenue's
got to go somewhere.

Yeah.

They had to come
to Hollywood.

Child: You give me
that back. It's mine.

Put that down, Nathan.

I don't want to be up
all night with you sick.

- [bell rings]
- Take 14!

Hi, Monroe.

Tell me, Red,
what do you notice

about your Sheba head?

That it's sitting on
someone else's set.

No. It's sitting
on someone else's
finished set,

whereas your Sheba head
isn't really a head at all,

which is why I'm sending
it back to the mill.

Well, it just seemed
like a foolish place

to spend your money,
Monroe.

I mean, we're not
shooting behind it.

You let me
worry about that.

But why? I mean, no one
will ever see it.

The actors will see it.

Oh, well,
they're pros, Monroe.

- I'm sure they're--
- Red.

Yes?

My father was a carpenter.

One night,

I found him at his work bench

sanding the back of a drawer.

He was painting it.

I said, "Dad,

why are you painting
the back of a drawer?

No one will ever see it."

He said, "I'll see it."

Understand?

Yes.

We'll take care of it.

I thought your father
sold shirt trims.

You writing a biography now?

Monroe.

Pat.

Vandy.

Meet the new German
consulate here in L.A.

Dr. Georg Gyssling.

Oh, yeah? Doctor of what?

Doctor's going
to be consulting

on our production slate.

There's a new law in Germany.

Article 15,
did you say, Doctor?

First let me say

there is no bigger film
fan than the Führer.

He watches a picture every
night before retiring.

Big fan of
Shirley Temple,
I'm told.

Just so. Wonderful child.

Dr. Gyssling just
wants to make sure

that we're not
producing anything

that might be offensive
to the German people.

The German people have
produced a few things

that are offensive to me.

Do I get to consult
on that?

The Article is clear.

Any company
distributing a picture

containing
anti-German content

will no longer be
granted a permit

to export films to Germany.

That is now Reich law.

When it's U.S. law
or Hollywood law,

let me know.

Until then--

He's already been
to Paramount,

Twentieth, Universal,

Warners, and Metro.

They've all gone along.

I'll bet.

Have to make sure

the Führer has something
to watch every night,

don't we?

It's still our studio,
Monroe. He--

Pat, I have
pictures to see to.

Let's go.

Stay close, Nathan.

[audience laughing]

Max.

Turn around, turn around.

Hey, get out of here.

You, too. Out.

Where, Mister?

You tell me where.

We don't have a roof.

Okay, One night
right there.

But you're gone
in the morning,
all right?

[laughter]

[laughter]

My congratulations on
The Bells of Boston.

Should make a fine picture.

Triumph of the common man.

The others
are more worrisome.

The Kindly Doctor.
In that comedy,

you have named him
Goldberg.

We would like that changed.

Perhaps Smith.

In Borough Park,
Brooklyn?

Do you want your picture
released in Germany

or don't you?

And the villain
in that thriller

you have described here
as Nordic.

I will want to see pictures
before that role is cast.

Good.

And one thing more.

The Führer has decreed

that all foreign companies
doing business in Germany

must now rid
their German branches

of any Jewish personnel.

Your cooperation
is requested.

That's half our Berlin office.

Ja. Sadly,
they'll have to go.

Perhaps we could just change
all their names to Smith.

A snail might take off its
shell, but it's still a snail.

- Are we through here?
- No.

This one won't do at all.

Beg your pardon?

Your heroine
is a Gentile woman

who goes on
to marry a Jew: you.

The picture's over long
before then. Pat, are you--

The world knows
what she did,

and it offends
the racial sensibilities

of the German people.

You'll have to kill it
or change her name.

Sorry, pal.
That one's already shooting.

So you'll just
have to move along.

You could just change
the name, Monroe.

You mean Minna?

My wife?

The one who helped us
build this place?

Most of what we shot
could still work.

Loop a few lines.

Or we tell him
to go jump in a lake.

It's not his decision.

It's mine.

I will leave you
to discuss this.

It's our second biggest
foreign market,

and we need the money.

So some Kraut says jump,
and you just do it?

In a Depression, yes.

We make a product, Monroe.

There has to be
someone to buy it.

That someone is every kid
in the streets, Pat.

Pictures like this matter
when you have nothing else.

I know.

It's a war we don't want.

A war is where both sides
put up a fight.

But it's your lot.

My lot.

My name on the gates.

I'd like to keep them open.

I'm leaving, Pat.

Meeting go all right,
Monroe?

Only if you like
book burnings.

Well, I wouldn't know
about all that.

I'm just the banker.

Also an adult.

Also a venal prick.
Now what?

Dinner at the California
Club tomorrow, Pat?

I look forward
to the privacy.

See?

Everyone has to answer
to someone.

We fought the board
before, you and I,

plenty of times.
He's just--

I don't want to end up
like RKO.

RKO made lousy movies.

Ah.

And you owe that kid
in the street, Pat.

He made you rich.

You know how grateful
I am to you.

Then kill anything else.

Just not this.

You can't have art
without commerce, Monroe.

Goddamn coward.

If you want to tell
your story so bad,

you go buy your own studio.

You're not going to sink mine.

How's the vase coming?

There's hope, I think.

Minna:
You're thinking of something.

I can always tell.

A picture?

It's not fully formed yet.

Tell me anyway.

I want to make
a picture about you.

You're joking.

No. Your story.

A young girl
starving in Ireland.

Father dead,
mother overwhelmed.

She's got one thing
that gives her hope:

the promise of America.

You're awfully sweet,

but I don't think anybody's
going to care about--

She and her kid brother make
the crossing in steerage.

And the relatives awaiting
them in Hell's Kitchen

put them to work
in a sweatshop.

- No.
- Yes.

But one break.

One talent scout
who spots her

behind the notions
counter,

and she winds up
being you.

The American dream.

The story
of Minna Davis.

Your brother
can write it.

He's really gotten
quite good.

Would you like that?

Being immortal?

I think marrying you
did that.

I want to tell
your story, Minna.

Woman: Camera cranes like
the one you're about to see

can weigh up to 5,000 pounds,
requiring a crew of six.

And this is the set
of American Dream,

the Minna Davis story,

where shooting began
this week.

You all knew Minna
as filmdom's biggest star,

but did you know that,
before being discovered

at a drugstore
notions counter,

she and her brother Declan
had been penniless waifs

living on the streets
of New York?

Of course, Minna died
tragically in a fire

two years ago.

All Hollywood wept.

[sniffle]

But, thanks
to the magic of film,

her American dream will
be with us forever.

Now let's go see
a real Sahara desert.

Did you ever have to live
in the streets, Tommy?

All the time as a kid.

Me, too.

Builds character.

And I am sick of this place
being half the size of MGM.

So is everyone kicking in,

or do we open up
Celia's coin cans

and let the Spanish
loyalists buy us lunch?

You shouldn't joke,
Wylie.

It's terrible
what Franco's doing.

Didn't you read
about Badajoz?

When someone opens up
a movie house in Badajoz,

then I'll worry about Badajoz.

Until then.

He really is a fiend.

No. I'm just not
19 and adorable.

She is appealing,
Wylie.

No, I know.

Nearly as appealing
as her father's money,

and that's a lot.

And you wonder
why she won't marry you.

I do?

Fascism's going
to destroy Europe.

I don't know why.

It's working pretty well
in Hollywood.

[laughter]

You got a minute, Dex?

Me?

We'll find something
else for you.

No.

I can't fail anymore, Monroe.

It hurts too much.

You didn't fail, Dex.
I did.

But people keep score.

A writer's either getting
his pictures made,

or he's not.

You got your picture made.

Three days' worth anyway.

The movie is the baby.

Isn't that what you're
always saying?

We must protect the baby.

So why can't we just...

change her name
like the Kraut said?

Then she wouldn't
be Minna.

And you wouldn't be you.

I wouldn't mind
not being me.

Dex.

Your lunch was getting cold.

I'm not hungry,
Colleen, thanks.

Still, you need to eat.

Take it.

Monroe, this is
Colleen Moore.

Thank you.

Are you from Dublin,
Miss Moore?

Rathgar.
Do you know Ireland?

I used to.

Do you need
anything else, Dex?

Uh, grand.

Listen, Dex,
take a couple of days off.

I have a Western
you can look at.

Monroe?

Yeah.

I could do with a fiver.

[footsteps]

You sure there's nothing
I can get for you, Mrs. Brady?

Oh, no. Thank you. Birdy.

You think
he'll be much longer?

I wish I could say.

He doesn't check in
with me often enough

when he's off the lot,

and you know how these
finance meetings can go.

How much does he
pay you, Birdy?

$40 a week.

You should ask for more.

[laughter]

Would you
get me some candy?

You bet.

[laughter]

I love you.

I love you.

[laughter]

Woman: Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome
the Blue Bonnets.

[applause]

** [jazz drum beat]

** [jazz]

Monroe, I just heard
the funniest gag.

Three guys walk into a--
No, wait.

[man shouting]

You know, the thing
about Monroe

is he's broken in a way.

He believes in things
that don't even exist anymore.

And I want you
to forget about him.

You don't really
know him, Daddy.

Know him? Who do you
think named him?

He was running a circus
when I found him.

Milton Sternberg,
19, from the Bronx.

I invented him.

I think he's heroic.

Oh, Jesus.

That's why I'm paying
for Bennington:

so you can fall for a guy

whose parents
came over in steerage.

Find a lawyer.
Find a doctor--

I don't want
a country club life.

- I want this.
- No.

- And I want--
- Please.

Anything but this.

That would kill me.

And I want him.

I know he's not perfect.

I know he's broken
inside,

but I can fix all that.

He's not just broken,
Celia. He's dying.

He's got a congenital
defect in his aorta.

It's inoperable.

One of these days, his heart's
just going to explode.

I'm sorry.

I know about that.

Everybody does.

Why do you think he's
always in such a rush

to make that one
perfect picture?

I think it just makes
him more heroic.

[cheering]

[glass shatters]

[urinating]

Ohh.

[muttering]

Make this much fuss
over a picture.

It ought to be Grand Hotel.

This was better
than Grand Hotel!

Fine. Now zip up your fly
and clean this mess.

This is Mr. Brady's set.

It's my set!

I wrote it!

Get down here,
you boozy mick.

Okay.

Fucking disgrace you are.

[whispering]

We will notify his wife.

I suppose
she will be by later

to collect his things.

You must be Sally.

He doesn't want
to be disturbed.

Who does?

Mm.

- Oh.
- Christ.

They don't knock in the Bronx?

Let me guess.

Sally Sweet's mom.

Manager.

I don't fuck
people's mothers.

Something
I can do for you?

Dex Davis is dead.

Threw himself
off a catwalk last night.

What are you
looking at me for?
I didn't push him.

- Didn't you?
- I gave him a job

when no one else
would touch him,

which is more than
anybody's brother-in-law

had the right to expect.

The hand-holding
I leave to you.

You're all heart.

Yeah, well,

I'm not trying to become
a legend, Monroe.

I'm just trying to survive.

So the world can get its
first taste of Sally Sweet?

That's right. For two hours,

we can make people
laugh, sing, and forget.

That's our job.

This picture
mattered to him, Pat.

It mattered to me.

A little compromise
on your part,

and we'd
still be shooting.

Carol de Paris,
Monroe Stahr.

It's very nice to meet you.
Please forgive the--

Make sure you give her a dog.

Who?

America's sweetheart
out there.

People love a kid
who loves her dog.

He's right.

I remember his first
day on the lot.

Yeah. His Traveling
Salesman script.

It was supposed to be
a Bill Powell, wasn't it?

Eddie Cantor.

He was happy then.

Giddy.

[chuckle]

First day on the lot.

I could do with a fiver.

[sniffling]

[weeping]

Sad day, Bess.

The worst.

It was such a great part.

[door slides open]

How long has it been
since your last confession?

Monroe:
This is my first, Father.

I'm sorry. I'm--
I'm not of your faith.

This place
mattered to someone
who mattered to me.

I have nowhere else to go.

I see.

Do you like to go
to the pictures, Father?

I suppose.

Do you think they matter?

Not especially, no.

Someone just died trying
to make one for me.

Died?

He trusted me, and I--

Done.

All day long,
I convince people

that I know better
than they do

what's best for them.

I guess it's your job,
too.

Maybe a hundred times
a day,

I take someone
to the edge of a roof,

and I say "Don't worry.
You can jump.

There's water down there.
Trust me."

Not "I think
this will work."

I have to be certain,
or it all falls apart.

I have to know.

But I don't always know.

And there isn't always
water down there.

Sometimes
there's just pavement.

Which means
I've lied to them.

I lie a lot, Father.

Can you stop?

Can you find another way?

No.

It's how pictures get made.

And they're all I've got.

I can't feel anything else.

And I'm running out of time.

Do you have a prayer
that can fix all that?

You make a fine hedge, Celia.

I'd make an even
better producer.

If you don't like bandleader
stories, I have one about--

Please, no pitches.

Not from you.

Then take me to the Screen
Writers Ball tonight?

Celia, why waste
yourself on me?

Pictures are my girl.

It would be like
marrying a doctor.

Well,
I love my doctor.

He's sexy.

You ever read Dante?

In high school,
a hundred years ago.

Well, then you should know.

There's a special
circle of hell

reserved for drunkards,
bad comics,

and anyone dumb enough
to date his boss' daughter.

Monroe.

If I weren't
my father's daughter,

would you go with me?

I'd be the luckiest man there.

Luckiest man there.

Hey, Monroe.

Woman: Mr. Brady's office.

What time would
the governor like to--

I have a lot
of work to do.

Good.

What's this?

Blank check.

The next picture you make,
whatever you want.

With no interference
from me.

Or anybody.

As long as it's not
about the Reichstag fire

or my wife?

You know how I hate
to part with money,
Monroe.

Don't make me
offer this twice.

You trying
to buy my trust back?

Gun to your head.

And it'll never
leave this room.

You know that
Sally Sweet will make
us money, don't you?

Just like you know
that no studio
is rich enough

to cut off a revenue stream
the size of Germany.

So maybe we can just
get back to work, huh?

For the sake of
the thousands of employees

who are relying on us
for our sound governance.

I always said you were

the smartest guy
on the lot, Pat.

Fat bit of good
it does me.

**

Then there was
that pirate picture.

You put him through ten drafts
and still didn't make it.

I thought something
was there. It wasn't.

My mistake.

Yeah,
and the Broadway picture.

You had ten of us
writing behind him,

and you didn't make
that one, either.

Just because you make
a script better

doesn't mean
you made it good.

Dex knew that.

Dex just heard no
too many times.

Christ, we all have.

It's a wonder
he was alone up there.

"No" is supposed to make
you work harder, George.

"No" is what keeps us
from embarrassing ourselves.

You writers get mixed up

because you think
all this is personal--

hating people
and worshiping them,

sometimes
in the same breath--

and expecting them
to worship you.

You just ask
to be kicked around.

Hear, hear.

I like people,

and I like them
to like me.

But I keep my heart
where God put it:

on the inside.

At least you have a heart,

unlike Celia's father.

Not an unkind word
about him, George,

ever.

Not in front of me.

Didn't you like your meal?

Monroe doesn't eat
during the week.

he likes the feeling
he gets from being hungry.

It gives him an edge.

Doesn't smoke, either,
or dance.

Do you, Golden Boy?

That's a lovely dress, Celia.

You should see
what it looks like

in a ball on the floor.

[laughter]

Why so shocked, Monroe?

Bennington's not a convent.

Is he as drunk
as he looks?

Landon, you sly dog.

Don't be too impressed.

She only said yes

because it's
a memorial for Dex.

Miss Moore.

Mr. Stahr.

Good Christ.

Maybe some coffee.

Would you care
to dance first?

That would be nice.

I'll be damned.

Sorry about Landon.

I imagine he was just
a bit overwhelmed.

By day he seems so tame.

You know his father
was a carpenter.

Tell me, how is it

you see all these writers
and producers every day

and no one's ever asked you
to come read for something?

A face like yours

makes me think I should
fire the whole bunch.

Well, they've asked.

A few times.

I just don't have
any interest.

In acting?

In any of it.

It's sort of an
unsavory business,

if you forgive
my saying it.

It hardly matters.
I'm leaving next week.

To go where?

Home.

Why?

I guess I finally realized

this place isn't
like the movies at all.

It's just
where they're made.

I don't think
I ever fit in here.

Maybe I didn't try.

A whole year, and I never
even found a church to go to.

Funny, I happen to know one.

They talk about you,
you know.

All of them, all the time.

What do they say?

That nothing's ever
good enough for you.

That you're never
happy with anything.

That's true.

Well, it was.

Till when?

About five minutes ago.

*Won't you please
arrange it *

*'cause I love you *

Monroe.

Bernadette.

That's for my husband.

For Dex.

You knew

he was putting that garbage
into his veins,

didn't you?

But you had your script.

And now he's dead.

Just like Minna.

Everyone who comes close
to you pays for it.

Don't they?

Mrs. Davis.

[sigh]

[grunt]

Hey.

Here.

What about you?

I had three or four
on the way.

There's Mr. Brady.

[gasp]

Do you see it?

Hey, let's--

Let's collect it.

- How much is it?
- Stay here. Stay here.

Don't you want any of--

I need a job, Mister.

You got one of those
in that hat of yours?

Do you know who I am?

Yeah. You know who I am?

Got a driver's license?

An Oklahoma one, yeah.

Okie. Christ.

Come by the lot
the first of the month.

Ask for a man named Zepp.

You are?

Max Miner from Oklahoma.

Miner, if any
of these people ask,

I told you to screw off,
understand?

[hawking]

Yes, sir.

She didn't leave
a glass slipper?

No.

Monroe, I know what story
I need to tell you, but just--

- Celia, please, not now.
- I want to do a movie

- about the Nazis right now.
- Don't you read Variety?

The Führer
runs Hollywood now.

- Just ask Dex Davis.
- Let me finish!

Gosh sakes, Monroe!

There's a spy ring.

Foreign agents
loyal to the Fatherland

operating in the middle
of Manhattan.

Espionage,
that sort of thing.

A woman begins to suspect

that it's all being run from
the apartment next to hers--

an old man she's always hated
because he was mean to her cats.

She goes to the FBI, but they
laugh her out of the office,

so she eavesdrops on him
through the radiator.

Turns out she was right.

They are foreign spies

about to assassinate
the President.

So she goes back to the FBI,

and one agent decides
she isn't crazy.

They start to work together.
They even fall in love.

- But then they--
- Celia, stop.

I can't make that movie.

I can't even say
the word "Nazi"

in a movie anymore.

But don't you see?

You wouldn't be
saying it at all.

That's the point.

These spies are from
a fictional country.

It's totalitarian,
murderous.

But we don't
call it Germany.

So the only way Gyssling could
complain it's about the Nazis

Is to admit they behave
the same way.

And he can't.

Monroe.

We call it Birnel.

The country. Birnel.

It's Berlin with--

With the letters mixed up.

That's wonderful.

So you like it?

You want a story credit?

I want to produce it.

One thing at a time,
darling.

You still have a few
things to learn yet.

Aubrey should write this.

Aubrey loves me.

Why wouldn't he?

Type up some pages
for him to look at.

We'll start there,
all right?

But no more talk
about your dress

wadded up in a ball
on the floor.

This is business.

Hi. Where are you
off to, honey?

Daddy,
I've decided something.

I'm not going back
to Bennington.

- I see.
- You were right.

Why pay all that money

when everything I want
is here?

Hmm.

And what's that?

Monroe.

He just hired me.

What are you talking about?

I pitched him a story.
He wants me to produce it.

That son of a bitch.

I'm going to marry him,
Daddy,

and help him make
that one perfect picture

- before he--
- Rose.

I think you are the smartest
person on that lot.

But it's an ugly lot.

It's an ugly world.

But we're going to
shine a light on it,

Monroe and I,

while he still can.

See you at work.

Rose.

We never did
finish that dance.

No. We didn't.

I'm sorry about that
scene with Bernadette.

Did it drive you away?

It just reminded me
why I'm leaving.

Giving in my notice today.

Miss Moore, I don't
know you very well,

and I have no right
to ask this,

but it'd mean
a lot to me

if you just hold off
for a moment

before you do that.

- Why?
- Well, for one thing,

the rest of the waitresses
in this place are terrible.

One day.

Then if you still
want to go,

I'll buy you
the ticket myself.

It's not just that I
remind you of someone else.

Oh, yes.

But also that you
called me on it.

Please.

I hate sad endings.

And they are
playing our song.

You picture people.

You tell these
beautiful stories.

They're not all beautiful.
Are they?

No.

That's why we do rewrites.

Mr. Stahr's office.

Birnel, huh?

It was Celia's idea.

And, Aubrey,

make them monsters.

Happy to.

Mary.

I have something for you.

[sigh]

I don't know
what to say. It's--

Thank you.

Some things exist
just to be beautiful.

They don't have to make
any more sense than that.

Should I
send Dr. Gyssling in?

Let him wait.

We have movies to make.

- [door opens]
- Hey!

Sternberg, you resent me,
that's fine,

but why drag
my family into it?

You made my daughter
a producer?

Why don't you just shove
a hot poker up my ass?

Now she'll never
straighten out.

She's talented, Pat.

Must be in her genes.

You stay out of her genes,
you hear me?

I'm the king here,

and what I say
doesn't live dies.

Maybe. But I'm making
her movie.

Oh, yeah?
With whose money?

Yours. Courtesy of that
blank check.

I'm cashing it, unless
I can't trust you after all.

Sometimes I think I'm actually
the one with scruples.

The movie's the baby,
Pat.

Fuck the baby.

He doesn't care much
about beauty, does he?

No.

I am sorry, Monroe.

Rose.

I told you.

This has to stop.

It can't.

I hate everything else.

Does that make you angry?

Yes.

Good.