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What do you want, Rocco?

What we all want.

To not die young,
poor or alone.

Manny...

These guys, they...

I don't give them
what they're after,

they'll kill me.

Hold it, Rocco.

We don't fight these guys.

Sure, maybe you get that...

Shit. God damn it.
Cut!

Props!
Cut.

Sorry, everyone.

We're going again, Eddie.
I don't know what happened.

Sorry, Sam.

Of course, the one day
the author is among us.

Among us.
Sure as hell ain't one of us.

What's my
brilliant line, Trumbo?

Oh! I've got it right here.

"Hold it, Rocco. Now if...
If we don't fight these guys,

"sure, maybe you get that
long, happy life we all want."

So, what do you got me
fighting for then?

Well, peace on Earth.
Good will toward men.

Well, you can't do that.
This is America.

All right.
How about sex and money?

There you go.
Two things we all love.

Well...

One of your little sermons
on citizenship.

All right, going again.

Mayer lined up
the A Team.

Sam Wood to shoot,
Dalton Trumbo for rewrites.

I had no crew,
I couldn't work.

So, good,
fingers crossed

You wouldn't work.

God forbid you cross a picket
line for set builders.

What the hell do set builders
have to do with writing?

What writers write,
builders build.

What they build, you shoot.

Now, you make all the money
you possibly can.

So do I. Why shouldn't they?
And why can't we help them?

Listen to you,
the swimming pool Soviet.

Oh, for God's sakes, you won!

Sam, the strike is over.

And you just might
try being a gracious winner!

You know, it's never over
with you people!

Strike after strike
after strike!

"You people"?

Whatever it takes
to seek justice!

Hey, you know what?

We've all...
Laugh it up.

Why don't we all
take six months off?

Oh, come on, Sam!

I'm gonna go on strike...
Good for you.

...against people
who go on strike.

Sam, Sam...

And I won't cross
your picket line either.

Oh, give me that, Trumbo!
You're just...

Sam! Sam!

You know what?
You know what?

I've spent a hell
of a long time... What?

You're not helping... Eddie...

Sam, Sam.
We gotta talk about
those scenes tomorrow.

Disaster.
Who the hell wrote that crap?

But, uh, first...

Whoa, whoa!
May I have this dance?

Eddie...
You're spilling my drink.

Having fun?

Eternally.

Miss Hopper.

Dateline, Hollywood.

The offices of top columnist
Hedda Hopper.

Greetings
from our film capital,

where all is sun and fun.

Or is it?
You see the famous faces here?

Danny Kaye, Humphrey Bogart,
his dishy bride Lauren Bacall.

All of whom
have declared solidarity

with film crews
picketing for higher wages

in walkouts that quickly
turned violent.

Because these strikes were,
in fact,

the work
of dangerous radicals.

Here, we see
actor Edward G. Robinson,

star of Double Indemnity.

And this is writer
Dalton Trumbo,

who is, like many of those
strikers and their supporters,

a registered communist.

Who exactly
is behind these walkouts?

You actually
create something...

And why?

...and they reap
all the profits.

Now, is that fair?

No!
No!

Our elected leaders
will find out.

Congressman J. Parnell Thomas

and his House Un-American
Activities Committee.

Communism is not some
faraway threat.

Its most dangerous agents
are here,

controlling the airwaves
and movie screens.

Taking over its employees
and their unions.

They need to be identified
as the enemies they are.

Communists, their goal:

world domination.

The frontline
of a new kind of war.

A cold war.

A conspiracy to corrupt
democratic values

and bring about
the overthrow of this nation.

Mitzi fell asleep.

Hey!
That you in the news reel?

Yes, it was.

Traitor.

Oh, my God! Honey.

No, I'm all right,
I'm all right. No harm done.

Are you sure? Oh.

Come on. Let's go.

Dad?
Mmm.

Are you a communist?

I am.

Is that against the law?

It is not.

The lady with the big hat said
you were a dangerous radical.

Are you?

Radical? Maybe.

Dangerous.
Only to men who fling Cokes.

I love our country.

And it's a good government.

But anything good could be
better, don't you think?

Is Mom a communist?

No.

Am I?

Well, why don't we give you
the official test?

Mom makes
your favorite lunch.

Ham and cheese.

Ham and cheese.

And at school,
you see someone
with no lunch at all.

What do you do?

Share.

Share?

Well, you don't tell them
to just go get a job?

No.

Oh. You offer them
a loan at 6%.
Oh, that's very clever.

Dad.

Ah, then you just ignore them.

No.

Well, well.

You little commie.

Trumbo, as usual,
you only make sense to you.

Now, let them call you
a communist, me a Democrat.

They're both
legitimate parties.

Yours is just meaner
and duller,

but there's nothing illegal
about any of it.

Yet...
Hunter.

Tell your friend to dial down
the paranoia and have a drink.

I don't think
he's being paranoid enough.

Not you too.

You're out of ice.

Now, I have taken the liberty
of drawing up a pamphlet.

The subject: Congress unaware
of a little thing

called the First Amendment.

They're aware of it.
They just don't give a shit.

All they care about is this
nice new war of theirs.

These guys love war
and this is a great one,

'cause it's vague
and it's scary

and it's expensive.

Anybody for it is a hero

and anybody against it
is a traitor.

Exactly, thank you.

Arlen, not near the paintings.

And if you think
this is about the movies,
you're an idiot.

Which is why

I'm going to have
a little chat
with the other side.

You don't mean the Alliance,
do you?

I do.

Are you out of your mind?

Eddie,
they're all actors

and writers and directors,
just like us.

They're Nazis.
They're just too cheap
to buy the uniforms.

They invited Congress
out here.

And are they all Sam Woods
and Hedda Hoppers?

Please, let's not demonize
people we don't really know.

I say we go for it.

And you know who you're gonna
be talking to there,
don't you?

Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. John Wayne.

I wanna say one thing
about a place I love.

No, not Hollywood.

I like Hollywood,
but I love America.

And when we talk
about America,

I'm talking about freedom.

The kind of freedom we just
fought a world war to save.

You want to be a communist?
Go be a communist.

But some friends of mine
in Washington

think you got some questions
to answer.

I never knew
he was this good.

You still
want to be a commie...

'Cause he's not acting.
That's him.
WAYNE:...go be one in Russia.

But off you go and enjoy
the Bolshoi Ballet.

Excuse me, sir,
would you like to read

about the First Amendment?

Sir, a little education.
You know your rights?

Pamphlet
on the First Amendment.

A little light reading.

Travels well.

Well, thank you, Sam.

Do svidanya.

It costs money
to print those.

How'd you like to learn

about the First Amendment?

This is a nightmare.

Dalton.

Oh, Hedda.
Good evening to you.

Eddie, darling!

Hedda.

New hat.

Ah, daily, darling, daily.

Been to the movies lately,
Dalton?

Duke.
Now, wasn't he magnificent?

Just saying
what needs saying.
Hi, Eddie.

Duke.

I hear you and your pals
got a pamphlet.

Any takers?
Not yet.

Uh, would you like one, sir?
We're communists.

He's a writer.

You won't get any takers.
Not here, anyway.

Oh, why is that?

All it says is that

Congress has no right
to investigate

how we vote or where we pray,

what we think,
say or how we make movies.

Hello, I'm Dalton Trumbo.

Congress has the right
to go after anything

they think is a threat.

Well, that's where
we disagree
and that's the point.

We both have the right
to be wrong.

You wanna talk about rights,

first tell me whose side
you're on.

Russia's no friend,
not anymore.

You'd better wake up.

'Cause it's a new day.
A new day!

And?

And maybe it's not
for your kind.

My kind? What kind is that?

The kind that has no idea
why we just won a war.

It's curious,
that's the second time

you mentioned that.

See, I was
a war correspondent
in Okinawa.

Hedda's son was stationed
in the Philippines.

Eddie was in Europe with
the Office of War Information.

Where did you serve again?

You trying to say something?

No, Duke, he wasn't.

Stay out of it, Eddie.

If you're going to talk
about World War II

as if you personally won it,

let's be clear
where you were stationed.

On a film set,

shooting blanks,
wearing makeup.

And if you're going to hit me,

I would like to take off
my glasses.

Duke, come on.
Let's get out of here.

Thank you, Dalton. My next
column just wrote itself.

It's a good thing you didn't
want to demonize anybody

or else that
could have been awkward.

Manny wouldn't say
"amorous."

Hang on one second.

Paul, two packs, please.

Here you are.
Thank you.

Here you go.

Good God, she's everywhere.

Your next deal's gonna
make you

the highest-paid writer
in Hollywood.

Which will make you
the highest-paid writer
in the world.

You earned it.

You don't just write
happy endings,

you actually believe them.

That's what people pay to see.

That's why you belong here
at MGM. Right, L.B.?

I hate to make the wooing
too easy for you,

but where do I sign?

Just one thing.

If you're gonna work for me,

I never, ever want to see
anything like this again.

You won't. I promise.

Good.

Just stop reading
Hedda Hopper.

So, what did L.B. say then?

Jesus, don't.

I haven't eaten since.
My job's not hard enough?

Your job is not hard at all.

You think getting Mayer
to sign you

after those headlines
was easy?

You have a record-breaking

three-year contract
to make shit up.

You're welcome.

Oh, honey, not now.

Please, Mom?

She really can.

Ask her!
Can what?

Cleo, is this true?

Watch this.

Trumbo...
Come on.

Of course,
you realize this means war.

Behold!

I had a very unusual mother.

Translation: stage mother.

The misspent youth
of a child acrobat.

My God, how long were you
in show business?

Till I was 15, but it was more
show forced-labor.

Bravo!
Brilliant!

Mr. Dalton Trumbo?

Yes?

I'll see you in Washington.

Enjoy your picnic.

Let's go, boys.

Yes, Mr. Stripling, sir.

Nineteen subpoenas
have been issued

to those we believe

have knowledge of the ongoing
communist threat in Hollywood.

REPORTER:
What kind of threat is that?

A conspiracy to corrupt
democratic values

and bring about
the overthrow of this nation.

Using movies?

Any movie in particular or...

Movies are the most powerful
influence ever created.

And they are infested
with hidden traitors.

Activities Committee

has been formed to investigate

alleged communists
working in Hollywood.

The newsreel cameras
and an army

of newspapermen are on hand.

Mr. Reagan,
has it been reported to you

that certain members
of the Screen Actors Guild

are communists?

There has been
a small group

more or less
following the tactics

that we, uh, associate
with the Communist Party.

And would you refer to them
as a disrupting influence?

I would say that, at times,
they have attempted

to be a disruptive influence.

Do you believe that
the motion picture industry

is doing everything it can
to rid itself

of subversive
un-American influences?

No. The communists
are everywhere.

They report directly
to Moscow.

On numerous occasions,

communist agitators
have tried hard

to steer us
into the red river.

We had a little too much
weight for that.

Will you name a few
of these agitators?

Well, Irving Pichel,

Edward Dmytryk, Frank Tuttle.

If I had my way about it,

they'd all be sent back
to Russia

or some other
unpleasant place.

We get our chance
to testify in three days.

And what we're about to do
won't make us too popular.

Okay, so we get slandered
and then what?

You answer every question
they ask in your own way.

So, don't tell them shit.

Beautifully put.

Well, you know
what they call that?

Yes.

In all likelihood,
we'll be cited

for contempt of Congress.

There will be a trial.

What am I missing here?

All I'm hearing is jail.

Not necessarily.

In a lower court, yes,
we'll most likely lose.

But on appeal...
It'll work.

The Supreme Court
is a five-to-four
liberal majority.

They think this committee
is unconstitutional.

They want it killed.

Sounds great.

I'm out.

Niki.

Look, I can't afford
this stuff

you guys are talking about.

The Supreme Court
and legal fees...

You know,
Dorothy's not gonna...

I mean, things already
aren't great, but you know...

If I dump all my savings
into that,

she's gone with the kids.

I'll cover you.

Expenses, travel,
legal fees, everything.

You don't even like me.

I like you fine.
You don't like me.

No, you know what it is?
I don't trust you.

Well, I'd say go on,
but I'm afraid you will.

Look, I know what I am. Okay?

I want this whole country

to be different,
top to bottom.

If I get what I want,
nobody gets their own lake.

Well, that would be a very
dull life, don't you think?

Yeah, for you.

Not for the guys
who built this.

If I'm wrong, tell me,
but ever since I've known you,

you talk like a radical.

But you live like a rich guy.

That is true.

Well, I don't know
that you're...

I don't think you're willing
to lose all of this

just to do the right thing.

Well, I despise martyrdom

and I won't fight
for a lost cause.

So you're right.

I'm not willing to lose
it all. Certainly not them.

But I am willing
to risk it all.

That's where the radical
and the rich guy

make a perfect combination.

The radical may fight with
the purity of Jesus.

But the rich guy wins with
the cunning of Satan.

Oh, shit.

What?

Just please shut up. Please.

I'll do whatever you want.

Just please don't say shit
like that anymore.

I can't guarantee that.

In Washington,

10 of the original
19 subpoenaed

began their testimony

before the House Un-American
Activities Committee.

Mr. Trumbo,
raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear

the testimony
you are about to give

is the truth, the whole truth,

nothing but the truth
so help you God?

I do.

Sit down, please.

Mr. Trumbo,
now I shall ask you

a series of various questions

all of which can be answered
with a yes or a no.

Well, I shall answer
yes or no
if I please to answer.

I shall answer
in my own words.

Many questions
can be answered yes or no

only by a moron or a slave.

That's enough!

Are you refusing
to answer the question?

Mr. Chairman,
I will refuse to answer

none of your questions.

Are you now
or have you ever been

a member
of the Communist Party?

May I introduce to evidence...

No. No!
You are out of order!

...my work, my screenplays...
No, no, no, no, no, no.

...by which you are
making this determination?

No, the chair
will rule.

It's critical to...
No, just a minute.

Your screenplays are too long.

I've heard that before.

Are you now
or have you ever been

a member
of the Communist Party?

Am I accused of a crime?

You're not asking
the questions.

If so, I believe I have
the right to be confronted

with any evidence
that supports this question.

Are you refusing
to answer the...

I should very much like
to see what you have.

Oh, you would?
You will see very soon!

Good!

The witness is excused.

You believe this committee has
the right to compel testimony.

You are dismissed, sir!
Witness is dismissed!

To indict opinion,
to criminalize thought...

Guard, take him out!

...but that right
does not exist, sir!

Order!

And the moment it does,
God help us all!

This is typical
communist tactic!

This is the beginning of an
American concentration camp!

Order!

Uh, state your name, please.

Arlen Hird.
I'm a screenwriter.

You understand, sir,
that if you don't
answer my questions,

I can hold you in contempt
of Congress?

I didn't refuse yet, did I?

Are you now
or have you ever been

a member
of the Communist Party?

Well, I'd like to answer you,
Congressman,

but I need to consult
with my physician.

Your physician?
Yes.

I don't understand.

To find out
if he can surgically

remove my conscience.

This is a hostile witness.

This is typical
communist tactics.

Arlen. Arlen, what is it?

It's cancer.

What?

Jesus...

How long have you known?

Three months.
Months?

Mmm-hmm.

Are you receiving treatment?

Uh, I don't like the options.

It's lung cancer.

Bad if you operate,
bad if you don't.

Well, is there anything
I can do for you?

No! No, it's cancer.

Yeah, but...

Jesus.

You want to do something?
Make sure this plan works.

I'm out of options.

We were so young.
We thought we knew everything.

We did.

No, not me.

No, I didn't realize how much
I loved it all

until I reached a certain age,

and the roles
started drying up.

I remember thinking,
"Now what do you do

"when you love something
but it stops loving you back?"

You fight.

No, no, no. You love it more
until it surrenders.

Hedda, you never left MGM
or my heart.

How's your boy?

Fine. Fine.

Still in the navy?

Yes, he's First Lieutenant.

You raised a real hero.

Which is why I would like
to tell him

that we are doing
as much for this country

as he is.

It's complicated.

Trumbo, the others,
all have contracts.

Oh, L.B., you helped build
this business as did I.

We're not gonna watch
these pissants defile it.

I'm running
a studio here, Hedda.

You think I love every person
on my payroll?

Grow up.

Then how about I make it
crystal clear

to my 35 million readers

exactly who runs Hollywood
and won't fire these traitors?

How about I name names?
Real names.

Jacob Warner, Jack Warner.
Schmuel Gelbfisz, Sam Goldwyn.

And of course, yours.
Lazar Meir.

You watch what you say to me!

Forty years ago, you were
starving in some shtetl.

The greatest country on Earth
takes you in,

gives you wealth, power.

But the second we need you,
you do nothing.

And that's exactly
what my readers expect

from a business
run by kikes.

Get out!

You know, L.B.,
I am fond of you.

Some of my happiest years
were spent on this lot.

Not in your office, of course.

You were always trying
to fuck me on the couch.

Me, trying to maintain my
virtue... Barely.

But times change.

Now I'd happily fuck you.

All studios unanimously agree
to discharge the Hollywood Ten

without compensation,
effective immediately.

No studio will ever employ

a member
of the Communist Party

or anyone refusing
to cooperate

in our struggle
with this terrible new menace.

He's been loved by film fans
for almost 20 years.

But have you noticed he hasn't
been on-screen much lately?

Bad box office?

No. Bad politics.

Bad news indeed
for Mr. Edward G. Robinson.

Thank you so much for coming.

The Hollywood Ten are going
to court for all of us.

It'll be long, expensive,

so please give as much as you
can to the defense fund.

Thank you for coming.

Good night, my dear.
Good luck.

Good night, sir. Thank you.
Bye-bye.

Well, this little gathering
didn't quite have

the zip and zing
of yesteryear, did it?

Where are all the liberals
all of a sudden?

At their lawyers'
or psychiatrists'.

For the defense fund.

Eddie...

Have you been working?

Eh. It's a bit slow.

You sold one.

Oh, the van Gogh.

Got a good price.

Eddie...

Dear God, look at this.
Eddie, I can't let you do...

I'll be fine, kid, take it.

No, it's too much.
It's just too much.

Take it.

Eddie, I...

Everything that you have...

What he's trying to say
is that he loves you.

I love him too,

the warty son of a bitch.

Got a great offer
on the Monet if you
want to bribe the jury.

In the matter of

the United States
v. Dalton Trumbo,

we find the defendant guilty
of contempt of Congress.

Mr. Trumbo!
Mr. Trumbo!

I'll meet you in the car.

Mr. Trumbo, are you
in contempt of Congress?

Well, I have total contempt
of this Congress.

I just thought the jury
would see why.

The Supreme Court
will drop kick

this verdict
into speeding traffic

and end the most
shameful chapter

in Congressional history.

Now, that's it, boys.
We have nothing else.

No, we're done, we're done.

How are you doing
for money?

Broke as
a bankrupt's bastard. Why?

Well,
you owe me $30,000,

and this appeal's gonna be
twice that.

Well,
I'd better get to work.

Doing what? You have no talent
to do anything else.

Hollywood fights back!

This is Gregory Peck.

A state of near hysteria

over so-called communists
in this country

threatens the freedom
of other citizens.

So the Un-American Committee
bears its tragic fruit.

This is Lucille Ball.

All of us agree that

the Constitution
of the United States

must be defended.

But the way to do this

is not by shutting up
the man you disagree with.

You must fight for his right
to speak and be heard.

All civil liberties
go hand in hand.

And when one goes,
the others are weakened.

Just as a collapse
of one pillar in a house

would endanger
the whole structure.

We'll send you home
in a couple of days.

Well, it sounds like
you're going to live.

Yeah, they got me just
well enough to go to prison.

How do you feel?

Breathing with one lung,
which is half as good as two.

Look, Arlen,
I heard about Dorothy.

Yeah, she took off.

Her timing was always amazing.

I'm sorry.

No, well, I know. I mean,
how could you leave all this?

How's it going out there?

Everyone envies you.

Well, why wouldn't they?

I got the best room
in the joint.

You should know.
You paid for it.

Congratulations, Buddy.

Thank you, fellas.

Who needs the studios?
I am strictly independent.

Got cans of film,
wads of Wall Street dough,

and my favorite boss, me.

Cheers.
Cheers.

And you,
you crazy son of a bitch,

you're gonna write
all of my movies

once this Washington crap
clears up.

And how will that happen?

I'm not political,
thank Jesus.

If they called me in,
accused me, I'd just say,

"Yup, did it.
Sorry, didn't mean it."

So Congress then asks,

"Are you now or have you ever
been a Democrat?"

I am and, God, I just feel
awful about it.

Then they want the names
of other Democrats.

Bill and Earl, Nate, Tom.

Then I say, "Go to hell."

Really?

How many banks fund
enemies of the state?

Your money's gone unless
you give the names

of your friends here.

They'll never work again,

but it's the only way
you ever will.

We all know each other,
our families.

We're friends.

What would you do, Buddy?

Only you.

Piss on the best day
of a guy's life.

Only you!

Christ's sakes.

According to
the protocol set forth...

And what does she say?

What does the princess say?

Shit... Shit!

Shouldn't be any likeness...

It concerns me a little bit.

Oh, good morning, Nikola.

I thought you weren't allowed
to write anymore.

Ah. No. No, just not allowed
to put my name on it,

or get paid.

How does that work?

Not very well.

It's funny.
It's breezy and romantic.

Who wrote it?

You did, old boy.

You stick your name
on my labor,

hand it in to your studio
and we're in business.

Look, it is just dumb luck
that I wasn't subpoenaed

and blacklisted myself.

The hearings are going
to start up again soon.

I'm going to get called
and canned.

Well, then quick, lad.

Let's sell this little beauty
and split the take, 50-50.

Ridiculous. I'll take 10%.

You'll take 20. No, 30!
And that's my final offer.

You're the worst
businessman ever.

Mmm.

I hate the title.

Me too.

Really?
What's wrong with it?

The Princess
and the Peasant.
Yes.

God, please, Trumbo,
it sounds like a puppet show.

Well, then, change it.

I did.

Really? You think
this title's better?

Roman Holiday.

I like it.

Who invited you?

I did.

She's my favorite Trumbo.

I'm introducing legislation

so in the event
of a national emergency,

all communists will be sent
to internment camps.

And the president
supports this?

He better.

Parnell, I need to speak
to you privately

about your employees.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

As I said, Bob,
these are legitimate

salaried employees
from my home state.

What you didn't tell me
is that

every one of them
is a relative.

Which is completely legal.

Except that none of them
pay taxes.

Don't say anything else
without a lawyer.

No. Mrs. Trumbo.

Mrs. Trumbo! Hi.

Jeff.

Ma'am, I gotta get paid.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

I got men with families.

My husband hasn't been able
to get any work.

We owe everyone.

Ma'am, please.
I'm so...

Cleo, we're rich!

There you are, Jeffrey.

You people sure live
exciting lives.

Well, I thank you.
Appreciate it.

Thank you, Betty!

We did it, Cleo!

We sold Roman Holiday!
Paramount.

Our beloved Ian is just...

Why, what's the matter?

Judge Rutledge died.

No, no, that was Judge Murphy
who died last month.

And Rutledge.

Last night.

Mmm.

Oh, now...

Everything will be all right.
You'll see.

Without a liberal majority
on the court,

our appeal's gonna be denied.

Meaning we should all be
prepared to go to prison.

I wouldn't change anything
going back. Not one thing.

Let's ask each other
in a year.

Will you do me
a favor?

Hold on to this
while I'm gone.

Thank you, dear.

Your mother needs to laugh
at least once a day.

Deal?

Okay.

Where's that little
pumpkin seed?

To the Hollywood Ten!
Thank you.

To the Hollywood Ten!

You're heroes!

28 cents. Gold lighter.

Wallet. Cigarette case.

Raise your hands.

Open your mouth. Wider.

Turn your head to the right.
To the left.

Tilt your head back.

Spread your legs.

Grab your sack
and skin it back.

Turn around.

Spread your cheeks.

Squat. Cough.

Turn around.

Move out.

Next!

So the warden says
I gotta do right.

Boy want a better job?

I put him in charge of
the whole goddamn supply room.

'Cause I know something
the warden don't.

Truck's unloaded.
Driver needs a signature.

Actually, uh,
he needs it right here.

You know, if, uh...
If you need any help,

I used to run shipping
at a... At a bakery.

Heard you's a writer.

Well, that too.

And a commie.

What the fuck is wrong
with you people?

This is a great country.

Agreed.

You type?

Stop.

Well, now,
if only I could read it.

"Protocol as to return
of goods.

"There shall be triplicate
copies of Form 14-A filed

"with Supply, Shipping
and Office of the Warden."

You think you're gonna
teach me the alphabet

and I'm gonna shake your hand
all grateful and say,

"Thank you, Mr. Trumbo.
You done change my life, sir.

"I'll never forget you."

I got 20 years
for killing me a white man

who tried to rob my bar.

I did it and I'd do it again.

You look down on me
and I will fuck you up like

you've never been fucked up

in your whole bullshit
Beverly Hills life.

Now I'm here trying to build
my time and make parole.

You wanna help
make that happen?

Welcome to fucking Supply,
Comrade.

Dear Cleo, I don't
count the days or hours...

I count the seconds.

Sometimes I think I'll die
of boredom. Other times, fear.

Not of this place.

So far, its challenges
are all surmountable.

Augmented by days
of lovely boredom.

So flat and calm in the wake
of all that churning

ugly luckless battle.

No, my fear is for what
will happen when I get out.

To our family and our country.

Not all the news is worrisome.

Some reminds me

that what the imagination
can't conjure

reality delivers with a shrug.

And reality has delivered
in all its beatific wonder

to the federal penal system,
J. Parnell Thomas,

convicted of tax evasion.

Well, look at us.
Just a couple of jailbirds.

Except you actually
committed a crime.

Yet in all this,

I know I'm the luckiest
unlucky man ever to live,

because you and the children
warm, feed,

clothe, pacify,
and rejuvenate me

by never leaving my heart.

Love, Prisoner Number 7551.

We're not gonna take that hill
from the Japs with bullets,

bombs or fists.

Yeah!

We're gonna take it
with blood.

Whoever spills more, loses.

And we don't lose.

Do we?

No!

You lose.

That's what I thought.

You know John Wayne?

I do.

What's he like?

You'd love each other.

Isn't he beautiful? Okay.

Mom,
I got a new one.
Huh?

Okay, wait.

Come on, you're gonna scare
the horse.

Mom, you'd better come quick!

Edward Robinson,

are you now
or have you ever been

a member
of the Communist Party?

I'm not now, sir,

nor have I ever been
a member of that party.

I have always been
a Liberal Democrat.

But in your home
over the years,

there have been political
meetings attended by those

that we now know
to be communists.

Yes, sir. Yes, that has now
been made clear to me.

There were tremendous
activities

and fundraisers...
Shit.

...that went on in my house
during the war.

I did not know then

all of their true affiliations

or the work
that they were up to.

It never entered my mind

that any of these people
were communists.

I was duped and used.
I was lied to.

But who used you?

Well, um...

These sinister forces

who probably ran
these organizations.

Oh, tell us the individuals
that you have reference to.

Mr. Robinson?

Well, uh,
you had Albert Maltz.

Um...

I knew Frank Tuttle
and that other fellow.

That top fellow

who they say is the, uh,
commissar out there. Um...

Arlen Hird?

Yes, yes, Arlen Hird.

I didn't know Dmytryk at all.

I'm a commissar now.

Ian McLellan Hunter...

...and, uh, Dalton Trumbo.

Thank you,
Mr. Robinson.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Chairman,
I have no further questions.

Snitch like that in here,

you end up fucking dead.

Eddie ought to
go back to work.
He did what he had to.

No, no, he did
what he was forced to do.

Well, the point is,
he did it.

Brave men and boys

are fighting this battle
against communism.

They are sacrificing in ways
we can't even imagine.

And you wanna talk about some
asshole's movie career?

I'd see Eddie Robinson
and everyone like him dead

if it'd bring back one boy
from Korea. Just one.

So what are you saying?

Guys like Eddie cooperate
and get nothing?

That isn't right.

Careful, Duke.

Or what, Hedda?

If I'm not careful, what?

I had no idea
you were such a softie.

That's me all right.
All cuddles.

Proud of ya, Eddie.

Wasn't easy, I know.
But you did good.

Thanks, Duke.

I'm gonna call the studios.
The offers will pour in.

Sure.

Thanks.

One of the greatest
peacetime spy dramas

in the nation's history

reaches its climax,

as Julius and Ethel Rosenberg
are sentenced to death

for revealing atomic secrets
to Soviet Russia.

The junior senator from
Wisconsin, Joseph McCarthy,

is ramping up
his investigation

into alleged communists
he believes

are infiltrating
our government,

our military, and our schools.

...because the enemy
has been able

to get the traitors
and dupes

to do his work
within our government.

One communist
on the faculty

of one university
is one communist too many.

A man is either loyal
or he's disloyal.

Thank you, Billy.

They're here!
They're here! Dad!

Dad! They're home!

I'm being attacked by giants!
Ah!

What have you
beautiful creatures

done with my little ones?

Oh, Dad, we missed you.

Christopher. Mitzi.
Hi, Dad.

My goodness.

Nikola, look at you.

She got real tall.

Oh, is that lipstick?

Dad...

Oh, I've missed you so much.
All of you.

Let's go inside.
I wanna hear everything.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry...

Oh, Buddy!
Well, how are you?

I got nothing to say to you.

Looks like prison
has given us the plague.

Yeah, well, that Buddy Ross,
he was always an asshole.

Yeah.

He's in trouble too.

Three movies, three flops.
Oh, really?

Mmm-hmm.

Look at him.
He's trying to sell his soul,

but he can't find it.

I just hope he stays afloat
long enough

to get the shit
sued out of him.

Oh, really? By whom?

By me and you
and all of us.

Jeez...

We use their capitalist system
against them...

In civil court.
We go after their money.

No. No. No.
For what they did to us!

We make them
swear under oath...

No, no, no. Christ!

Haven't you spent
enough time in court?

I know I have. Jesus Christ.

Well, what else
are we supposed to do?

We do the one thing
everyone says we can't.

Look, you're a great writer.
We make shit.

I don't see it.

Mr. King, I'm a screenwriter.

If I couldn't write shit,
I'd starve.

Trumbo, we can't afford you.

Well, how much did you pay
for the script of that?

Bad Men of Tombstone

$1,200.

All right. I'll write you
a movie for $1,200, then.

And you don't want
your name on it?

No, you don't want
my name on it.

You got that right.

Especially if you're still,
you know, up to stuff.

Are you?

Perpetually.

Jesus.

You got any ideas?

Well, I just got out
of prison.

What about crime?

A story of a gangster,
his rise and fall.

I've seen that a few times.

Because it always makes money.

All right,
when do I get my goods?

Three days.

A 100-page screenplay
in three days?

Are you trying to fuck me?

'Cause if you fuck me,
I will fuck you.

Mr. King,
I've heard this speech.

It was better in jail.

"No, boss...

"He..."

Are you kidding me with this?
Hymie, get out here!

Hymie, pay the man!
He's a genius. Beautiful.

Wait a minute, look.
We got Killer in the Swamp.

The best character's
the swamp. Oh, oh.

Women in Prison.

Dames fighting
in their underwear.

It's perfect,
except it stinks.

What else, Hymie?

Pirates.
Can't afford the ocean.

That's it.

Fix them all.

You want more, we got more.
Oh, baby!

So, what do you think
of the new neighborhood?

I like it.
Yeah, this is nice.

Yeah, Dad.
Well...

It's gonna be good
being in town.

Whoa, look at that!

I brought you
some lemonade.

Thank you.

Hard work.
You holding up okay?

Pretty good.
All right, thank you.

We forgot the towels!

Oh, shoot!
Wait for me. Wait for me.

Well, there are many
angry and ignorant people
in the world.

They seem to be breeding
in record numbers.

Now, all we can do as a family

is stick together
and remain vigilant.

The Mouth of Truth.

Legend is that
if you're given to lying,

and you put your hand
in there,

it'll be bitten off.

Oh, what a horrid idea!

Let's see you do it.

Let's see you do it.

Sure.

Hello.

You beast!

It's a huge hit.
Great reviews.

I haven't worked
in nine months. You?

Well, there aren't quite
enough zeros

in a King Brothers' salary
to survive,

but they need scripts like
an army needs toilet paper.

Quality minimum,
quantity maximum.

You'd think that when
the artistic ambitions

of a movie are non-existent,

the work would be tossed off
in a week.

But consistently pleasing
two former pinball salesmen

turns out to be
a high hurdle indeed.

And I've become a stranger
in my own house.

Every workweek is seven days.
Every day is 18 hours.

Every minute,
I'm further behind.

They need five of you.

Okay, the only question
is, can these pinkos write?

Well, the dapper gentleman
in the gray suit

is Ian McLellan Hunter.

Guy who wrote Roman Holiday.

Guy who just got subpoenaed.

Guy who just got nominated
for an Academy Award.

Everyone at that table's
been nominated.

There's Alvah Bessie,
and Adrian Scott. Arlen Hird.

And Ring Lardner, Jr.
and Albert Maltz and...

Um...

It'll be like this.

I'll find the writer
and work with him.

He'll deliver
the script to me.

If it's good,
I'll give it to you.

If it needs work,
I'll fix it.

No one gets paid
until you're happy.

And these writers, they're...
They're all...

I mean, they're all black...

Blacklisted.

Jesus, you're
such a chicken-shit.

You know, we're at war
with the communists.

No we're not.

It's a new kind of war.

Yeah, if it
doesn't exist, very new.

What about the Rosenbergs?

What about the Rosenbergs?

They stole the atom bomb.

They didn't steal it off
a fucking camera truck.

So look,
we bought a gorilla suit.

We gotta use it.

Oh.

Well.

So,
you had five jobs.

Mmm-hmm.

And now we got them
and now you got none?

Oh, now I'm free to
get five more jobs

and five more writers.

And you each get
five more jobs

and five more writers
and so on.

To keep that going,

we'd have to write
every script in the business.

Oh, Arlen,
what a devious lad.

So who wants to write

a gorilla movie?

Who doesn't?

We now work at midnight

in thick fog among strangers.

Not literally.

We're running
a family business.

We'll be adding
new phone lines,

and when answering,
never say,
"Trumbo residence."

I'll be writing for
various producers

under different names.

Whomever they ask for,
you come find me.

Or take a message.

Hello?

Is John Abbott there?

No, sir,
may I take a message?

The door must be
answered at all hours.

Got a pickup for
Sally Stubblefield.

Can I get your mom to sign?

Thank you.

Dictation, shorthand
and typing will be learned.

Those of legal age

will have one of the most
important jobs imaginable.

Courier.

Scripts must be
delivered to producers

without raising suspicion.

Any questions? Concerns?

Yes, Nikola.
Is there a schedule?

A what?

I need to know
when I can do homework.

And I'm part of
a fundraising committee

for Negro voting rights.

Plus, every other Friday,

we have meetings
for Student Council.

I'm... I have to...

Niki, we'll figure
something out, sweetheart.

Won't we?

And protests continued

as the Supreme Court
may soon take up

the issue of
racial segregation.

Negros in Southern
towns and cities

have taken to the streets
in large numbers.

All under close scrutiny
by local law enforcement.

There have been
unconfirmed reports

of disturbances and rioting.

But it is not clear

if the violence was
initiated by protesters...

Nikola!

...or white vigilante groups.

Beyond the South,
through the nation...

Now, there you go.

A few mistakes, not many.

All right.

MAN 2:...all top-salaried
government officials

should make a full
public statement

of their income...

This concludes our
program scheduled for today.

Which one is Graham Tauper?

Nympho Nun.

Oh.

Great job.

Uh, Elwood Carr,
Murder at the Circus.

It needs work.
I knew the clown did it.

It's always the clown.

So you are
The Alien and the Farm Girl.

Yeah.

So you wrote the alien

talking about the rights
of the worker.

The pathology of capitalism.

The complacency
of the bourgeoisie.

I don't even know what it is
and I fucking hate it.

Well, the idea
was to use the...

I paid you to
write a script about

a guy with a giant bug head
shtupping a girl in a hayloft.

And you write shit

that's gonna get me
subpoenaed, and stinks!

Fix it!

Well, fuck Frank King.

I said, until he's happy,
I'd rewrite.

So you're gonna
stay up with that all night,

for that crap?

For what?

To get it to his high literary
and political standards?

Well, it shouldn't be
to anyone's
political standards.

It's The Alien
and the Farm Girl,

for Christ's sake.

What the hell
were you thinking?

I was thinking.

That's why I'm a writer.
To say things that matter.

Remember that?

I was a reporter. I was
nominated for a Pulitzer.

I fought in Spain,
and I know Ernest Hemingway.

I actually...
I know him.
Oh, bullshit.

And he knows me.

If I walked into
a bar in Paris, he...

Maybe not my name,
but he'll...

I'll get a wave.

Yeah.

You... You won the
National fucking Book Award.

I mean, what are we doing?

Okay, so the alien...

The alien
impregnates the farm girl.

Right.
Why?

Because he wants to
inseminate her

and propagate a new species

on Earth and take over?
No.

Because she reminds him
of the girl he left behind.

But he's got a bug head.

His girlfriend's probably got
a bug head back home.

You don't get hung up
on the looks of someone.

He's falling
in love with her.

Uh, okay.

You're over-thinking.

Are you all right?
Yeah.

You want to do this later?

No. Go, please.

All right.

I mean, do you ever miss
writing something...

Forget great, just good?

I mean, you must
have ideas still, right?

I've got a few.

There's one
that won't go away.

Cleo and I are in Mexico
at a bullfight years ago.

And the bull dies.

And, uh, thousands of people
are just cheering.

Three weren't.

Cleo, me and this
young boy down front,

crying.

Always wondered why.

Well, you
write it and you'll know.

But please promise me,
not for Frank fucking King.

Please.

To present the writing awards,

here is an actor
who also reads.

Mr. Kirk Douglas.

Niki, hurry!

Who's doing it?

Kirk Douglas!

I'm coming,
I'm coming!

The envelope.

And the Oscar goes to

Roman Holiday

by Ian McLellan Hunter.

Yes! That's you, Dad,
that's you!

Dad, that is fantastic!

This is
accepted on behalf
of Ian McLellan Hunter.

So do we get to be
happy now?

I don't want it.

Well, I don't want it.

Your name's on it.

You wrote it.

They gave it to you.

And it's done me wonders.

Here's the gorilla script.

Huh.

Hey, Dad.
Ah?

Phone for you.

For which name?

No, you. Some guy
named Buddy Ross.

Huh.

So, is the rumor true?
You wrote Roman Holiday?

What can I do for you, Buddy?

My movies have all bombed.
Dug me into a hole.

I finally got something going.

Classy.

Three big stars.
The script...

What script?
There is no script.

I got 11 writers
who fucked me

and now the actors
are gonna pull out.

And if they do,
I lose everything.

When do you shoot?

Ten days.

Is there anything?

There'd be no credit,
obviously.

I can't pay you till
we start shooting.

I wouldn't blame you
if you spit in my face.

But we did good stuff
back then.

We really did.

Please.

I owe the King Brothers
a rewrite.

And I can't do both.

Here it is. I need
you to take over.

So you can help that
great guy, Buddy Ross.

Mmm-mmm.

So we can keep tearing down
the blacklist.

Oh, Jesus, here we go.

This is going to be
a very big movie,

and if Buddy
gets a good script...

Which you're gonna give him.

No, which I am
going to sell him.

For money,
'cause that's why
we did all of this, right?

Was for the money.

Why can you not see this?

If we get one big movie,
we can get
all the big movies.

And then this
whole rotten thing

could collapse
on the sheer irony

that every unemployable
writer is employed.

Jesus Christ, do you
have to say everything

like it's going to be
chiseled into a rock?

I'm not gonna help you
help Buddy Ross!

God's sake!

You are against every...
No, I...

...solid idea
that comes up.
Let's do something!

These fuckers did things!

We should be suing that
cockroach into the ground

along with those
congressmen...
There's an idea.

Yes, and the producers!
Very good one.

Yes, and the studios!
That'll be better.

We should sue them!
Oh, yes, brilliant!

Keep losing. Give all
of your money away
to lawyers!

I'd rather lose
for the right reasons.

Why?

It's still losing.

You lose. I lose.
We all lose!

Don't you see that?

And the whole goddamn country
stays scared and dead.

Well, you really think

you can go on
living like this forever?

Well, I'm not gonna have to.

We can beat them.
We can win!

I don't care if I win.
Bullshit!

Everybody wants to win.

No, you want to win.
I want to change things.

I want to win

so that I can
change things.
No you don't!

You want to win so that

you can get an Oscar with
your name on it this time.

And so you can
get more money
that you burn through,

writing shit for idiots!

Why do I have to
explain everything to you

like you're a fucking child?

You don't have to.

You really don't have to.
Piss off!

You know, you do what you do
and that's fine for you.

But don't pretend that
you getting your career back

is part of some great crusade
for mankind. Okay?

I'm doing this
for everyone.

Arlen...

Fucking idiot.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Nikola

Happy birthday to you

Make a wish.

Ah.

I got it.

Sweet 16!

Get together
with your sister.

Chris, get in there.

Ah. Thank you.

Are you sure
we shouldn't go knock?

I'm sure.

He can't take five minutes?

Nope.

Two minutes?

Niki.

One minute.

Chris, would you please
get the good plates?

Yes, Mom.
Thank you.

Dad!

Dad!
Go away!

We're having birthday cake.

When you hear me working,
you don't knock!

But it's my birthday.

You don't knock! Ever!

So the house is on fire,
you don't want to know?

I work in a bathtub,
surrounded by water.

So I'm fairly certain

that even if the whole
goddamn country was on fire,

that I could still function

as this family's
personal slave.

And all I ask is
to not be interrupted

for every little slice
of fucking birthday cake!

What? It's ridiculous!

Now I've lost my place.
Christ's sake!

...sure, maybe you, uh,

get that long,
happy life we all want.

But your eyes
never really close again.

'Cause you spend that life

scared of every
noise in the dark.

We both do. I can't
let you do this, Rocco.

I'll just have to
convince you I'm right.

After all, kid,
what are friends for?

Don't defend him, okay?

He knows he's wrong.

He hasn't even apologized.

I think you surprised him.

He's not used to seeing
another adult in the house.

He has to be right
all the time.

How do you stand it?

Well, it's
challenging sometimes,
especially lately.

Hey, why don't you come
downstairs with me?

I wanna show you something.

You see my gloves?

Thank you.

Do you imagine
that's his head?

No. But you can.

Niki, is that
the script already?

Fantastic.

Ah. Tell your dad that...

Oh, hello. Um, I'm
looking for Arlen Hird.

Mr. Trumbo, it's Andrew.

Good God! Look...
Look at you!

Wow. Well, I'm certain
your father

has told you some
nasty things about me,

but I want to assure you,

they're all true.

Is, uh... Is he home?

I'm sorry.
I thought you knew.

I'm so sorry.
Thank you so much.

Andrew.

Joshua.

My dad
left something for you.

It's a record.

Money that he owed you
and some other people.

I'm sorry. I wish
we could pay you back.

Andrew, no.

I owed him.

The debts are all mine.

Thank you.

Well...

Hello, Eddie.

This is
a bit of a surprise.

What can I do for you?

Arlen died.

I heard. I was on location.

This is the money
you gave us
for the defense fund.

It's everything that we
owe you. Arlen included.

No, now, that was a gift.

We'd like it
off our books.

What is this supposed to be?
Some kind of message?

What you and Arlen

and the great Hollywood Ten
all think of me.

Fine. Fine. But first
you're gonna listen.

After you went to jail,

I didn't work for a year.

No offers,
not even an audition.

People would see me,
cross the street.

People I loved.

People I made rich.

I sat in front of
that committee.

Why? I didn't do anything.

None of us did anything.
We were all stupid babies.

With no business
in any of it.

I just wanted my life back.

They had every name.
Yours, Arlen's, everybody's.

I didn't give them anything
they didn't already have.

I ended it, is all.
I just... I ended it!

Oh, Eddie, you don't
end something like this.

By giving them what
they have no right to ask.

You're gonna tell me
how I should have
handled it?

Like you handled Congress?

So you're saying that
you're proud of what you did?

Proud? Who the hell
gets to be proud?

You. You do.

You with your fake names
and your fronts.

You've got
all the work you want.

I gotta go out
in the world every day.

This is my work.

I've got nobody else to be.

I did what I had to.

You did what
you wanted, Eddie.

And you did it for more.

More movies, more money,

more dead bullshit
on your walls.

What I did, I did,

but did you ever wonder
how many years

you hacked off Arlen's life?

To show the world
what a rebel genius you are.

You live with that!

Drinking alone?

Preferably.

And what are you
up to these days?

You know, Hedda,

another one of these
and I just may tell you.

Oh, then I'm buying.

Usual. Same again.

Yes, Miss Hopper.

Oh, come on,
I hear the rumors.

Show me you're
still in the game,

fighting the good fight.

Come on, rub my face in it.

Whisper a movie
you've written in secret.

Maybe I've even heard of it.

Maybe you have.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry...
I'm filming. It's crazy.

Buddy, do you know
Dalton Trumbo?

Yes, I believe we have
worked together before.

What was it? Was it MGM?

A million years ago.
Nice to see you again,
Buddy.

I hear your new
script's in trouble.

Maybe you should
hire Dalton.

He used to be pretty good,

and price-wise,
he'd be bargain basement.

Not that you'd ever do it.
Not after Buddy named names.

Oh, you didn't know?

Word was he had hired someone
he shouldn't have.

So he got subpoenaed.
He had to testify.

Closed session. No press.
Makes it easier.

So, he named you, of course.

Now he's been cleared.
Gets to make his movie.

Drink, Buddy?
You look as if you need one.

Can you believe it?

Democrats voting
for segregation.

Oh, the Southern
Dixie-crats.

We started a petition
for total integration.

There it is.

I already have
over 1,000 signatures.

Well, I'd be happy
to make it 1,001.

And this is the new draft

that needs to be delivered
to Hymie King in Agoura.

Wait, Agoura? I thought
the Kings were in Hollywood.

Oh, no, no, no.
These are the rewrites.

They're to be shot tonight,

so Hymie needs them
on the set right away.

Agoura's 40 miles.

Yes, I'm sure
Chris knows that by now.

Well, he can't.

I'm sorry?

He has a date.
He's taking her to a movie.

Well, all right,
then, Nikola,
you'll deliver the draft.

I have a protest.

Since when do protests
have hard start times?

I'll take it.

Nikola will take it.

I said I can't.

Young lady, you will.

This is important.

So is this.

This is
important to me.

And the date's
important to Chris,

so figure something else out.

Move on!
He needs those now!

Oh, honey...

She hasn't been
gone that long,

and it's really
not that late.

You know, this is
a blatant attempt

to manipulate worry.

Do you know when I realized
that I had to leave Hal?

Hal? Hal who?

My first husband Hal.

Jesus, take the wheel!

It was my wedding night.

My first
wedding night with Hal.

If we're going to
go back in time

to that unholy coupling,

then I have
a medical obligation to drink.

I saw this was not a man
I could have children with.

Now,
thank God for that.

He'd bully me and them.

And that we'd wind up like

every miserable family
since forever.

But you...

I knew you would
never be like that.

That whatever
happened out there,

all that would matter,

really matter, was us.

Well, all that
matters is us.

No.

Not anymore.

Well...

You have no idea
what you could lose.

Oh, please!

My career

and the First Amendment,
our country.

Am I missing anything?

Us.

You're losing us.
Oh.

Since prison,
you don't talk or ask.

You just snap and bark.

I keep waiting
for you to start

pounding the dinner table
with a gavel.

So in addition to being
a pariah out in the world,

I also have the supreme joy
of battling insurrection

in my own home
where these...
Battling insurrection?

...ten fingers literally

clothe and feed
and shelter us.

This isn't
just happening to you!

We all hurt!

Niki, me, your friends!

Friends? What friends?

Who the hell has
the luxury of friends?

I've got allies and enemies.

There's no room
for anything else.

We know.

Good.

Then this discussion ends.

This isn't a discussion.
It's a fight.

I will not let our children
be raised by a bully.

Be back.

All right.

I didn't want to fight
in front of my friends,

but I'm not going home.

I didn't come here to fight.

You know, your mother
is a quiet person.

Normally.

The effect of which is that

she can actually
make me hear myself.

It's extraordinary.

Lately, it's not a sound
I like much.

Mostly because
what I hear is just how...

How afraid I am.

Afraid that
I'm scarring you...

All of you.

And what if it's all
for nothing? What then?

Well, so, I fight.

It's all I know
how to do anymore.

Any... I mean, it's just...

Just rage at anyone
who gets in my way.

But you have never
been in my way, Nikola.

Not once.

It's crazy how mad
you make me.

Since all I ever wanted
was to be just like you.

Well, I'm afraid to say
that you've succeeded.

We know, okay?

It's a small town.
The gossip's always true.

Fire Dalton Trumbo
and the rest of them

or you got pickets,
headlines and boycotts.

We will put you
right out of business.

We?

The Motion Picture Alliance

for the Preservation
of American Ideals.

Me and Ronald Reagan,
Hedda Hopper,

guilds, studio heads,
John Wayne.

I love John Wayne.

Well, I'll introduce you.

You guys could do
a movie together.

Oh, gee,
that would be swell.

Except I don't think

you and me
are gonna be pals.
Hey, Frank!

You wanna keep me

from hiring union?
Frank! Frank!

I'll go downtown,
hire a bunch of winos
and hookers!

It doesn't matter!

I make garbage!
Frank!

You want to call me
a pinko in the papers?
Do it!

None of the people that go to
my fucking movies can read!
No, wait.

I am in this for the
money and the pussy

and they're both
falling off the trees.

Go ahead. I won't sue you,

but this will be
the last fucking thing you see

before I beat you
to death with it.

Tiffany!

Right here.

Fuck you want?

Uh... Oh, uh...

New script.
Oh, yeah?

Yes, it's a family picture.

Something I've been mulling.

It's the story
of a young Mexican boy

and his pet bull.

Sounds a little fruity.
What's it called?

The Brave One.
Oh, one problem though.

Expensive?

Worse.

It's good.

Ol�! Ol�!

Who told you?
What else did they say?

Well...

You too.
And thank you, Frank.

What?

The Brave One
has been nominated

for an Academy Award.

Oh.

Really?
Yes, really!

That's crazy.

I don't know.
It's like Roman Holiday.

Oh, Hymie, this is nothing
like Roman Holiday.

Roman Holiday had a guy
with a name and a body

they could give the award to.

There is no Robert Rich.
Who gets the thing if it wins?

Well, maybe it won't.

I mean, it's not that good.
No offense.

None taken.

And now I'd like to say

two of the most
beautiful words

in the motion-picture
industry,

Deborah Kerr.

The nominations for Best
Motion Picture Story are,

Robert Rich for The Brave One,

Leo Katcher for
The Eddy Duchin Story,

Jean-Paul Sartre for
The Proud and the Beautiful,

and Cesare Zavattini for
Umberto D.

The envelope please.

The Brave One, Robert Rich!

Dad!

You won!
Who's that guy?

Mr. Jesse Lasky Jr.,

Vice President of the
screenwriter's branch

of the Writers Guild,

will accept the award
for Mr. Rich.

On behalf
of Robert Rich

and his beautiful story,

thank you very much.

So weird.

We can't find
Mr. Rich anywhere.
He apparently...

Who the hell is Robert Rich?

I gotta go.

It had better not be
who they say.

Mr. Trumbo.
Yes?

Are you Robert Rich?
Did you write The Brave One?

Well, you see, it's my policy

not to claim credit
for any one movie.

That way, it's possible

that I had something
to do with all of them.

Except the stinkers,
which were all written

by my enemies.

What's your position
on the blacklist?

Well, on it.

Along with
thousands of others.

Are you using this
Robert Rich controversy

to try and end it?

See, The Brave One
is a nice little picture.

And if rumors
of my involvement

can help sell tickets,
well, then, good.

And if the
strange circumstances

of its authorship
raised a few questions,

well, even better.

Trumbo?
Yes?

Phone for you.
Well, who is it?

Some crazy guy,
says he's Kirk Douglas.

Really? Huh.
Well, thank you, Nikola.

Niki? Kirk.

Kirk.

Dalton.

My apologies.

We've had more than our
share of crank calls lately.

I can imagine.
Please have a seat.

May I get you a drink?

No. No thank you.

All right.

So?
I'm doing a new picture.

And I just got the script.

That must be seven hours
of entertainment there.

Not a single page
is entertaining.

But there's a good story
in there somewhere.

About one man who tried
to take on the whole world.

Well, you've got me so far.

He was a slave

who led a revolt
against the Roman Empire.

Hmm.

Now, what's the title?

Spartacus.

No, no, no.

I can't tell you what
I'm working on now,

except to say that

the blacklist is
alive and well

and so is the black market.

Well, yes, you can
quote me on that.

Seeing
my name in the papers

drives certain people
out of their minds.

Of course. Here he is.

Kirk.
Hedda.

I'd like you to meet
a friend of mine,
Bob Stripling.

House Un-American
Activities Committee.

Mr. Douglas.

Mr. Stripling.

Drink?

No, thank you.

You said it was important.

Only if you hired
Dalton Trumbo.

Who I hire is my business.

No, Mr. Douglas.

It's ours.

Why?

'Cause we have to keep
this country safe.

And how are you
doing that?

Well, why don't I show you
by putting you on the stand?

Hedda, is your friend
trying to scare me?

He's just trying to show you
the way things are.

Maybe I don't like
the way things are.

Kirk, we've known
each other a long time.

Since when did you become
such a bastard?

I was always a bastard.
You just never noticed.

Yes?

I wish to see the man
who wrote this.

Please, come in.

Thank you.

I am Otto Preminger.

The director.

Forgive me, I...

I've just finished work
a few hours ago. I...

A copy of which I've read.

But how could...

I just had that delivered
this morning.

I am Otto Preminger,
the director.

Please.

Oh, yes, my youngest thinks

that I can end the suffering
of all broken birds.

As can I, with a broiler.

Are your duties completed
for Mr. Kirk Douglas?

No, but I do have
two weeks off for Christmas.

During which time
you will work with me.

Will I?

If you're as intelligent
as your writing.

And as greedy
as your reputation.

Hmm.

It is an adaptation
of the novel Exodus.

You've read it?

No.

A colossal bestseller.

Very nearly
a perfect piece of shit.

But there's a good story
in there somewhere.

I have no idea.

But I have Paul Newman.

We have spoken.
He is a little reticent,

but I believe,
at the right price,

he will accept.

So you're doing it?

Well, I think it's the only
way to get him to leave.

It's very important.

Poor Mr. Preminger.

He thinks he's the cat
and you're the mouse.

Oh, look at that. Perfect.

Hey, Mitzi, what's that?
A Russian doll?

Absolutely perfect.

Oh! What is this, Santa?

Just a little something
for Mrs. Claus.

I'll open it later.

Christmas is over.

Well...

Did you read the new scenes?

Dreadful. Keep up
this level of work,

and I will see to it
your name is on my movie.

To take the blame.

Well, there you go.

Ooh! Hello. Hi, Sammy.

Oh, do you know that

Kirk Douglas
gave me this bird?

It's a distraction.

No. No, not at all.

I named him Sam Jackson.

He wrote Spartacus.

Well?

Better.
Thank God.

But it simply lacks genius.

Otto, if every scene
is brilliant,

your movie is going to be
utterly monotonous.

I'll tell you what.

You write every
scene brilliantly,

and I will direct unevenly.

What is it, dear?

Thank you.

Oh, hello, Kirk.

Merry Christmas.
Thank you, Mitzi.

Otto. How are you?

I am very well, Kirk.

I, uh, didn't mean
to interrupt.

No, no. No, not
at all. Not at all.

Otto, would you mind
if we had a little chat?

Won't be a second.

I sort of feel like
I walked in on my wife.

Do you love him?

Oh, it's far more
lurid than that.

He's paying me
for my services.

So am I.

And you'll get them again,
January 2nd, as promised.

I just need you a few days
on some of the new scenes.

Of course,
but not until the 2nd.

I wouldn't ask, but I've
never had a director

who's a bigger pain in my ass
than Stanley Kubrick.

The worst part is,
he's right.

Well, I wouldn't refuse,
but...

Well, I really...
This should remain
between us.

Of course.

Well...

Preminger has
declared that...

Well, what he said was,

"You keep up
this level of work,

"and I'll see to it that
your name is on my movie."

Really?
Oh, yes.

Those were his exact words.

Be in touch.

Very well.

Merry Christmas!

You too.

I suppose
he wants you back.

Well, no. No, no. He...

He just stopped by
to talk about a screen credit.

On Spartacus?

Well, I really shouldn't
have said anything.

You understand.

Five minutes! Back in
five minutes, everybody!

Kirk,

Hedda Hopper just told me

the American Legion
is going to boycott us

unless you get rid
of Trumbo.

Ed, he's not done
with the script.

His name will never
be on the thing.

What's anybody boycotting?

Kirk... Just a second.
Please. Please.

Just give me
five seconds, please.

Listen. Twenty
million Americans

are saying loud and clear,

they will never buy
a ticket to our movie

unless you fire one writer.

Here's 50! Pick one.

Mind if I stick my nose in?

Please.

He knows. He sees
Kirk Douglas coming in
and out of here.

And Otto Preminger
and his Rolls.

He's an idiot.
But he's not stupid.

Congress?

No, because everything
they can do,

they've already done.

That Oscar belongs to you.

Get it!

My God!
You're nothing like me.

You're worse.

For the record,
you're Robert Rich?

I am.

I've been through
the whole list, Ed.

They're all hacks.

And you
wrote The Brave One?

I did.

Ed, let me call you back.

REPORTER:
Why come forward now?

Well, as someone who has been
thoroughly investigated

by the House Un-American
Activities Committee,

I started wondering,
why hasn't anyone taken

a good long look at them

and their work
in the movie industry?

You see, they were convened
to uncover enemy agents,

expose communist conspiracies
and write anti-sedition laws.

Well, here we are,
thousands of hours

and millions of dollars later.

Agents uncovered, zero.

Conspiracies exposed, zero.
Laws written, zero.

You see, all they do is deny
people their right to work.

And they can't even
get that right.

Academy Awards, two.

REPORTER:
And how does that feel?

To have so undermined
the blacklist

that it's almost a joke.

A joke?

I know the blacklist
that produced Robert Rich.

I've seen its horror
and cruelty.

A hideous waste of life

as I've walked in the
long line of its anonymous.

And I cannot invent one more
witticism about Robert Rich

or the Oscar he can't claim.

Because that small,

worthless golden statue

is covered with the
blood of my friends.

Hello? Oh, hello, Otto.

I've read your last draft.

What do you think?

My answer
is on the front page
of today's New York Times.

You hated it that much?

Merry Christmas, Mr. Trumbo.

Ed, have a seat.

Well,
why doesn't he kill him?

Kill him.

Kill him!

Kill him, you imbecile!
Kill him!

Kill him!

Great. Great.

Marty, have them
put up the scene

with Varinia and Crassus.

Yes, sir.
Thank you.

Listen, Kirk, I...
One second.

Warren, I'd like you to
put out a press release.

The screen...
One second, Warren.

What do you remember when
you think about Spartacus?

He was a man
who began all alone

like an animal.

Yet on the day he died,

thousands and thousands

would gladly
have died in his place.

What was he? Was he a god?

He wasn't a god.

He was simple man. A slave.

I loved him.

Warren, the press release
will say,

"The screenplay for Spartacus
was written by Dalton Trumbo."

Thank you.

Kirk, if you don't get
rid of Trumbo, I will.

And right after I quit,
you can reshoot
all my scenes.

You see, Ed,
for better or worse,

I am Spartacus.

There's a picture coming out.
It's called Spartacus.

It's starring Kirk Douglas,

and it is written by
Dalton Trumbo.

If there is some
other writer's name on it,

don't believe it.

We're on to them.

Yes?
Now, listen, Ed.

We'll picket every theater
that movie is in

unless you pull
the prints tonight.

And you get that
traitor's name off it.

Hedda, you can't
put me in this position.

That's expensive
and pointless.

Then you can kiss
your movie, your studio

and your miserable ass
goodbye.

Hollywood
turns out in force

to hail Ul's new film
spectacle, Spartacus,

on the premier of the
$12-million picture,

in the film colony.

The protesters also showed up
to remind everyone

of the political controversy

surrounding the
making of this film.

Cleo?

What is it? What's wrong?

Oh...

It's over, isn't it?

Yes. Yes.

And we made it.

Yes.

President Kennedy
enjoyed a rare evening off

attending the new
Kirk Douglas film, Spartacus.

We are here live, awaiting
the president's comments.

Mr. President,
Mr. President, Mr. President!

It's a very
controversial film.

What did you think?

Oh, I think
it's a fine picture,

and I think
it's going to be a big hit.

The implication of

Kennedy's approval of
this film are wide ranging.

The novel was written
by a former communist.

The screenplay was adapted
by a former communist.

And this signifies the
blacklist may be over,

as Kirk Douglas
and Otto Preminger

have openly hired
and credited
blacklisted writers.

This is a clear repudiation
of a decade-long fight
by anti-communists...

This next award
is for the member

who has advanced the
literature of motion pictures.

Occasionally, there appears
among us a person

whose virtues are so manifest,

who so subordinates
his own ego

to the concerns of others,

who lives in such harmony

with all the standards
of the community,

that he is revered
and loved by everyone.

Such a man,
Dalton Trumbo is not.

It gives me great
pleasure to present

the Writers Guild of
America Laurel Award

to Dalton Trumbo.

Congratulations.

Thank you,
thank you very much.

Thank you,
thank you very much,

ladies and gentlemen.

Often, when I stand before
the film community,

there's an elephant
in the room.

Me.

And I thought
I would address that.

The blacklist
was a time of evil.

And no one who survived it

came through
untouched by evil.

Caught in a situation
that had passed

beyond the control
of mere individuals.

Each person reacted
as his nature,

his needs, his convictions,

and his particular
circumstances

compelled him to.

It was a time of fear.

And no one was exempt.

Scores of people
lost their homes.

Their families disintegrated.
They lost!

And in some...

Some even lost their lives.

But when you look back
upon that dark time,

as I think you should
every now and then,

it will do you no good

to search
for heroes or villains.

There weren't any.

There were only victims.

Victims, because each of us

felt compelled to
say or do things

that we otherwise would not.

To deliver or receive wounds

which we truly
did not wish to exchange.

I look out to my family
sitting there,

and I realize
what I've put them through.

And it's unfair.

My wife, who somehow
kept it all together,

amazes me.

And so what I say here tonight

is not intended

to be hurtful to anyone.

It is intended
to heal the hurt.

To repair the wounds which,

for years,

have been inflicted
upon each other.

And most egregiously,
upon ourselves.

Thank you. Thank you kindly.

If you receive the Oscar,

what do you intend
to do with it?

I have... I have a daughter,
13 years old.

I've been blacklisted
since she was three.

She's known the title

of every motion picture
I've written in this study.

And she's kept that title
secret till now.

A soldier.

When her friends say to her,
as children do,

"My father does so-and-so.
What does your father do?"

This has confronted her
with a very real problem.

It confronts her
with the problem,

and has since she was three,

of who her father really is.

And what her father
really does.

I, uh, think

I will give this Oscar,
if I get it, to that girl.

I think I will tell her,

"Well, here is one secret

"you no longer need
to be burdened with."

I'll tell her we have
our names back again.