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mellow music playing

If it's magic

Then why can't
it be everlasting?

Like the sun
that always shines

Like the poets
in this rhyme

Like the galaxies in time

If it's pleasing

Then why can't it
be never leaving?

Like the day
that never fails

Like on seashores
there are shells...

Whoa. Hey, hey, hey.

Careful.

Hey, there's ice cream
in the kitchen!

Tell your mother
I said it's okay.

Thanks, Dad, the last thing
they need is more sugar.

- It's a party.
- The grandkids are going

to miss Hawk so much
when we go to Milan.

I don't know
what Kimberly's going to do.

Well, she'll ship them
over in the diplomatic pouch.

I almost gave up my dream

of moving to Italy
with the man I love.

In the end, she settled
for going with me.

Behave.

Is that Marcus?

I didn't know he was in town.

Bring him over to say hi.

Yeah, I will.

Excuse me.

Marcus.

Hawk.

When did you get in?

Yesterday.

I didn't know
you were having a party.

Oh, no, no.
It's just a little celebration.

I've finally been posted
to Milan.

Oh, congratulations
on your new book, by the way.

I've been meaning

- to write you--
- Can we talk?

In private?

It's about Tim.

Yeah, let's...

Let's go into my office.

So, how are you?

How's San Francisco?

Fine. Uh, Hawk.

When Tim heard
I was coming to DC,

- he asked me to drop by, and--
- Oh, how is he?

How are any of us?

You don't know from one day
to the next who's...

Sorry. I'm just tired
of going to funerals.

Tim's organizing his life,
settling things.

Wants you to have this.

How bad is it?

How long does he have...

I'm not a fortune teller.

And you?

No, so far.

How about you?

Me?

It's not impossible.

- I'm careful.
- Careful?

Is he with someone?

He's had
a couple romances.

Nothing that lasted.

Something kept getting
in the way.

I better go.

- Give my best to Lucy.
- Do you have a number for him?

Yeah,
I should at least call...

Hawk, Tim doesn't want
to hear from you.

He asked me
to make that clear.

You have a beautiful family.

A beautiful life.

I hope it was worth it.

big band music playing

Hawkins Fuller!

You're at the wrong party.

Your man's a Democrat.

I'm neutral, like Switzerland.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

What do you want?

What?

To drink.

- A glass of milk.
- What?

Milk.

Milk?

To Hawk and Lucy,

the deputy consul of Milan

and the woman
who makes it all possible.

classical music playing

Hooray!

And our letters tell him so

Nobody's for McCarthy
but the people

And our votes will
tell him so

Senator Joseph McCarthy!

Well, we did it!

We have a new president!

One who doesn't want

party-line thinkers
or fellow travelers.

Ike will conduct the fight!

And together,
we will make America safe...

...and strong again!

Oh, Christ.

It's a landslide victory

for the Republican Party.

Many believe that credit
for Eisenhower's win belongs

to Senator McCarthy
and his campaign against...

There you'll never be...

Can I have a smoke?

And if you sing this melody

You'll be pretending
just like...

I'm Eddie. How about you?

Milton.

But my friends call me
Uncle Milty.

Really?

Okay.

Listen, I know the score, okay?

I know a lot of my friends
will trick with a guy

and then press him for money,
but that's not me.

Okay? I got a...

I got a job
at the State Department.

Didn't have you pegged
for the Diplomatic Corps.

Just logistics.

Uh, you know,
packing up offices,

moving furniture.

- Lighter.
- Why?

What, you think I was
gonna steal it?

No, this was fun. I mean...

You wanna give me your number?

Give me the lighter.

Just like me

The world is mine

It can be yours, my friend

Good night, Eddie.

So why don't you pretend

Four months
after the landing at Anzio,

I was leading a squad
of the 141st Regiment,

36th Infantry Division,
when General Clark ordered

the offensive against
the Nazis' Caesar line.

It had just been fortified.

We finally broke through
at this little town.

Velletri. It was in shambles.

But slowly, the Italians came
out of hiding.

Mothers, wives.

Crying, shouting,
"Gli Americani sono qui!"

"The Americans are here!"

Look, fellas,

and this is what I want you
to take back to your bosses.

The Voice of America
is doing for our allies

what the 141st did in Velletri,
and they need to remember that

when they're doling out
the pork in HR3053.

I will ask you specifically.

Are you at this time a member
of the Communist Party?

Senator McCarthy.

I've already said

that I must avail myself
of my rights

under the Fifth Amendment
and refuse to answer.

You refuse
to answer that question...

Miss Addison will send
over those tickets

to the City Series,
won't you, darling?

Of course, Mr. Fuller.

You're gonna
love the seats.

- Thank you.
- The third baseline.

The Voice of America
lives to see another day.

Good work.

It's a worthy program.

It'll be even better when
they clean out all the Reds.

I'm running down
to the commissary.

May I bring you anything?

Ah, you're a doll,
but I'm on my way out. Thanks.

Okay.

Now, don't be jealous,
Miss Johnson.

Don't flatter yourself.

Listen, if Morton asks,

I'm having lunch
with Senator Smith.

I have to cool him down.

He's chomping at the bit
to take on McCarthy and Cohn.

Well, someone should.

May I?

Election night.

That's right.

What were you doing
at that party?

You had to know someone.

I worked on
the New York campaign.

Oh.

I thought it would land me
a good job in Washington.

Any luck?

I interned for three months
at the Star.

Mm.

In the mail room.

I have a degree in political
science and history.

I think I should aim
a little higher, don't you?

Ah.

You've come to Washington
to make a difference.

Are you making fun
of me, Mr. Fuller?

You know my name?

I looked you up
in the Biographical Register.

May I ask you
a personal question?

All right.

Is this, uh...

Is this milk drinking
a habit of yours?

I think my parents were hoping
it would make me taller.

I'm Tim Laughlin, by the way.

Pleased to meet you,
Tim Laughlin.

So, what kind of work
you looking for?

What keeps you up at night?

Well, that's easy.

Stalin's plan
for world domination.

For or against?

Now you are making fun of me.

The threat of communism is real.

Down, boy. I'm no Red.

I'm a war hero.

They include that
in the Register?

They did.

Along with
your degree from Penn,

and your work
at the State Department,

the last two years in the Bureau
of Congressional Relations.

Did you memorize my entry?

Give me your number.

You know, in case
I hear of anything

in the Making the World Safe
for Democracy department.

You make it sound
like a bad thing.

Wanting to do some good
in the world.

No. Not bad.

Just rare.

Now I have to go
and you should be careful.

Look here. Behind you.

Don't stare.

Yeah.

It's park police.

It's the end of the month.

They have to hit their quota.

Quota of?

- Oh.
- Oh.

I should leave soon anyway.

Job interview?

It's noon Mass at St. Joseph's.

Perfect.

I'll spend the afternoon
picturing you

kneeling in prayer.

The witness has acknowledged

a youthful interest
in some ideas that are,

to many of us,
foolish or distasteful.

But I believe we all agree that,

as Americans,
we are guaranteed the right

to hold ideas
that may be offensive to others.

Is the senator from Pennsylvania

defending the idea
that the American form

of government is evil
and ought to be replaced

by the Soviet system?

Mr. Cohn, this witness

has not said that he signed
any petitions or joined

any party or group.

He has clearly stated

that he was merely invited
to a few meetings.

Meetings at which
a member

of the National Committee
of the Communist Party

was present, advocating
for the overthrow

of the United States government
by force and...

Who's the Randolph Scott-type
sitting next to Cohn?

I want to ask you...

Gerard David Schine.

...organizations.
First of all...

Roy's brought him on
as an anti-Communist consultant.

Can't wait to hear
his qualifications.

Heir to the Schine family
hotel fortune.

If you're lucky enough to stay
in one of their luxury hotels,

you'll find this pamphlet,
authored by Mr. Schine,

in the nightstand by the Bible.

Apparently,
the pamphlet caught Roy's eye.

Mm. Something caught his eye.

But I don't think
it was the pamphlet.

Once again,
are you at this time a member

of the Communist Party?

I refuse to answer that
on the grounds

of the Fifth Amendment.

We are adjourned until
the afternoon session.

McCarthy is sending Cohn
and his sidekick to Europe

to expose commie influence
in our overseas libraries.

In anticipation
of their visit,

librarians have started
burning books.

Now, that remind you
of anything?

I'm just suggesting, sir,
this isn't the moment

to take a noble stand
against McCarthy.

He and Roy
could blow up your career.

And that's not
part of our plan.

Your plan, me in the
White House in eight years.

Uh-uh.

Can't think of a man

who'd be better
for our country.

I should be on my way.

Hawk.

Lucy's back from Europe.

Wonderful.

I'm sure
she'd like to see you.

Tell her I'll call.

Thank you.

Look forward to hearing
about her travels.

The unholy trinity.

Look at Cohn, fussing over
that boy like a newlywed.

Turns a man's stomach.

It's an honor.
Thank you. Thank you both.

- Senator McCarthy...
- It certainly does.

Tim! Phone!

Some man for you.

Hello.

- Mr. Laughlin.
- This is I.

I'm going
to give you an address.

Mr. Fuller?

Took me a few days
to find the right job for you.

Unless you've
already found one.

No. I mean, I'm considering
a couple of positions.

Start writing.

105 Russell.
Constitution Ave.

Job's a junior assistant
with writing duties.

Send your resume to the
attention of Miss Jean Kerr.

Jean Kerr?
She works for...

Your hero,
Tail Gunner Joe.

I don't know
how to thank you.

We'll work on that.
Just remember,

you've been recommended
by one of

Senator Smith's donors.

Although you think
Smith is soft on Reds.

He is.

And watch out
for Joe's hands.

big band music playing

I know I'd go
from rags to riches

If you would
only say you care

And though my pocket
may be empty...

Good morning.

I'd be a millionaire...

How are we doing?

Well, the new fella.

How's he
working out, Jean?

He's an eager beaver, Senator.

Could stand
to improve his spelling.

You'll have to do
this one again.

Oh. Sorry.

Isn't she beautiful?

She is. And very nice.

She tells me
you're a good Catholic boy.

- I try, sir.
- Don't try too hard.

The great thing
about our religion, son,

we know
our sins will be forgiven,

so you might as well
commit a few.

Ah!

From Mr. McLeod
in Security.

They're starting investigations
in our division next month.

And not a moment too soon
if you ask me.

Investigations?

Subversives and deviants.

Hello.
Is Mr. Fuller in?

I'm afraid he's not.

Do you know
when he'll be back?

I have something for him.

- I'll take it.
- You can give it to me.

Oh.

Look Homeward, Angel.
Wolfe's a great writer.

Will Mr. Fuller know
who it's from?

I wrote a note inside.

You'll be sure he gets it?

- Promise.
- Thank you.

Hmm.
He seems very artistic.

- Your front door was open.
- Mr. Fuller.

I'm not allowed visitors.

You're gonna burn that.

I came by to see
if you'd let me buy you supper.

You brought me a book.

That was to thank you.

Looks like you're already
cooking something.

What is it?

Chicken noodle soup.

And I really
shouldn't go out.

It's a sin to waste food.

Mortal or venial?

I spent half a year
in Jesuit high school.

Didn't go well.

I'd say wasting a can of soup
would be a venial sin.

What if you were
to let me kiss you?

Would that be
mortal or venial?

Mortal,
I'm pretty sure.

Would you like me
to kiss you?

No, Mr. Fuller.

Well, that one's
got to be mortal,

if the size
of the lie figures in.

You like working
for your hero?

The Washington elite look
down their noses at McCarthy.

And I know
his tactics are rough.

But the Soviet threat is real,
and so is the atomic bomb.

And, yes, I am happy
working for him.

And grateful.

Maybe you could
do me a favor.

Let me know what
you're asked to research.

Keep your ears open.

What's the matter?

The job.

I didn't realize
you had ulterior motives.

Welcome to the capital
of ulterior motives.

It was
my second year at Fordham.

I belonged to the YRC.

Of course you did.

Our faculty advisor
was Father Gallagher

from the
Religion Department.

Not much older
than I was.

And we both
loved the Church.

The liturgy, the rituals.

One thing led to another
and then...

When it was over,
I asked Bob,

that was his name,

if he thought
God would forgive us

for what we'd done.

He said
God would forgive us.

But he could never forgive God
for making him what he was.

What about you?

Who was your first?

Is this all right?

Yeah.

May I?

Pull 'em off.

Trousers.

Fold 'em.

Fold them.

Who's my boy?

- Who's my boy?
- I am! I am!

That was nice, Skippy.

But you need a radio.

Who's Skippy?

It's what
I'm gonna call you.

Any particular reason?

It suits you.

Like the glasses.

Next time, we'll turn her
toward the wall.

You turned
the tables on me

And now
I'm falling for you

You turned
the tables on me

I can't believe
that it's true

I always thought
when you brought

The lovely presents
you bought

Why hadn't you
brought me more?

But now if you'd come

I'd welcome anything from

The five
and ten cent store

You used to
call me the top

You put me
up on a throne

You let me fall
with a drop

Now I'm out on my own

But after thinking it
over and over

I got
what was coming to me...

Aunt Bridget, the nun.

Uncle Daniel, the priest.

- This is Uncle Ronald.
- Hmm.

The drunken designated
hopeless sinner of the family.

I think you're giving Uncle Ron
a run for that title.

Thanks to you.

You love your family.

And they love me.

Well, the part of me
that they know.

I don't know
anything about you.

You never talk
about your family.

Or your politics.

What political party
you belong to,

if you believe in God.

Anything else?

You never told me
about your first lover.

Or any of your lovers,
though I have heard rumors.

Do tell.

Jean Kerr says
you're unofficially engaged

to Senator Smith's
daughter, Lucy.

And it's a scandal

because you practically
grew up in the same house.

It's late.

What, now you're angry?

I'm not angry.

But I don't like being
questioned like a witness

at one of McCarthy
and Cohn's show trials.

It's normal to want to know
something about the person--

Fuck.

The person you fuck.

It's normal to want
to know something

about the person
I'm fucking.

- That sounds so ugly.
- Okay.

Here you go.

I'm not engaged
to anyone at the moment.

The first person I slept with,
I didn't catch his name.

- I said first lover.
- I'm a registered Republican.

But I don't vote because
I really don't see the point.

And I feel pretty much
the same way about God.

Feel free to pray for me
the next time you're at mass.

I've stopped going.

Well, that's progress.

It's not funny.

I feel like a hypocrite
going to church.

Especially when I'm supposed
to be spying on my boss,

who's regarded as a saint
by millions of Catholics.

Skippy...

I don't want you to do anything
you don't wanna do.

Not for God,

not for me.

I mean it.

I just want to know you.

You know me.

- So nice talking to you.
- Thank you for your time.

- Excuse me.
- Thank you.

Tere. That's "Pleased to
meet you" in Estonian,

which I learned
from Congressman Lipp,

who's pledged
to protect the V.O.A.

I see that promotion
on the horizon,

to some foreign post,
no doubt.

I'm thinking Athens.

Although the Aegean's
a little rough for sailing.

How are you enjoying
Look Homeward, Angel?

Immensely.

Although I have trouble
finishing a book

before I want
to start another.

He seems sincere,
Fuller. Don't...

Hawk.

George.
It's been a while.

Uh, Mary Johnson,
George Bauers.

Which bureau is it,
George?

Uh, Educational Exchange.

Hawk, um,
do you have a minute?

Something I need to, uh...

- I'm sorry.
- Of course.

Sure.

Why don't we step away?

I got ya.

Sorry I've been
out of touch.

How's Sylvie?

I'm being investigated.

They had me followed

and caught me coming out
of the Chicken Hut.

The Chicken Hut?

Christ, George.

Even my mother knows
that place is queer.

I love Sylvie,
and I adore my kids,

but I have needs. If anyone
should understand, it's you.

Keep your voice down.

McLeod wants names.

Reds or queers
in the Department.

If I don't produce names,

they'll go to Sylvie
and tell her everything.

What am I gonna do?

- Give them a name.
- I... I can't.

I wouldn't
do that to you.

- Would you do that to me?
- Give them the name

of someone with a low
security clearance

who can survive being banned
from government work.

I don't know
anyone like that.

Shh! Think!

Any of your tricks?

I don't ask their names.

I can barely stand
to look at them.

This is going to kill Sylvie.
Just kill her.

Hey. Christ.

Stop! Stop!

Stop it.
Here, here, here.

Look, just hold out
as long as you can.

I'll see if I can
put in a word for you.

You're lucky.
You have all those war medals.

You're bulletproof.

My fellow Americans,

at 7:00 this evening,
Eastern Time,

air and naval forces
of the United States

launched a series of strikes
against the headquarters,

terrorist facilities
and military assets

that support Muammar Gaddafi's
subversive activities.

Congresswoman Johnson.

Soon to be
ex-Congresswoman.

Six years of Reagan
has obliterated

any last vestiges of liberal
idealism I once had.

I have a feeling
you're calling about Tim.

I am.

You still in touch?

I talk to him
when he's well enough.

Or his sister,
when things get bad.

If you're thinking
of seeing him,

you should do it soon.

He said
he doesn't want to see me.

Of course he said that.

He expects that
you won't show up,

and he doesn't want
to be disappointed.

Wait.
He's on the phone.

It's complicated.

Hawkins, he's not
getting better.

There's no getting better.

Our government
is letting people die.

I'm gonna
give you his address.

1209 20th Street Apt.3

Thanks.

Give Phyllis my best.

Hawk, the kids want to know
if you're ready for waffles.

Oh, am I ready
for waffles?

Huh.

Pop, do you want maple syrup
or whipped cream?

Do I want
maple syrup or whipped cream?

Both, of course.

And I'm gonna eat 'em all
before you get to 'em

if you don't go first,
'cause I am the waffle monster!

No,
I'm gonna eat them.

I'm gonna eat
ten of them.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Hello.

- Hello.
- Small world, huh?

You work here, too?

I don't.
I'm over at Commerce.

I have a meeting upstairs.
Do we know each other?

Eddie.
From the, uh, park.

Eddie?

Eddie Kofler.
Remember? Gold lighter?

I'm sorry.
I don't think we've met.

Who do you think
you are, huh?

You stuck up
son of a bitch.

You know
exactly who I am.

I'm afraid you have me
confused with somebody else.

suspenseful music playing

Good morning,
Mr. Fuller.

George Bauers, please,
in Educational Exchange.

Hello. George Bauers.

George, it's Hawk.

I have a name for you.

The President's engaging

in a little saber rattling.
Nothing more.

He's cashing in
on your cause, Senator.

Our cause.

We can't let Eisenhower hijack
the subversives issue, Senator.

We have to get out
in front of it.

We need
to issue a statement

before the President signs
that damn order.

It'll look like
you forced his hand.

I own
the subversives cause

and Eisenhower knows it.
He needs my blessing.

Hell, he owes
his presidency to me.

Skippy,
get in here.

I heard something.

How'd you find my place?

You're in the directory.

"Hawkins Z. Fuller."

I'd love to know
what the "Z" stands for.

Next time, you call from
the phone booth on the corner.

I'm gonna go.

Relax, relax.

Can I get you a drink?

I'm all out of milk.

I'll have a beer.

Zebadiah.

- Zebadiah?
- Don't start.

You going out?

Yeah, one of Joe Alsop's
Sunday night drunks,

as he calls them.

Will there be important people
at this party?

Joe only knows
important people.

Hey, give me that.

Now, what'd you want
to tell me, Skippy?

There was an argument
at the office

about Eisenhower.

Take off your jacket.

The President is going
to issue an E.O.

Whatever that is.

Executive Order.

Come here.

And they're worried
Eisenhower is trying

to undermine them
with it.

By taking the lead
on the anti-communist crusade?

I think so.

Senator McCarthy
wants to ignore it,

but Roy thinks
that they should--

Roy? You're on
a first-name basis?

Mr. Cohn thinks
the smarter move

is to make people think
that they, McCarthy and Cohn,

are behind the order.

That they forced Eisenhower
to do the right thing.

Any idea what the
executive order's about?

No.

I'm sorry.

What are you gonna do
with this information?

You share it
with Senator Smith?

Only if I have to.

I try to protect the senator
from his own best impulses.

Here.

I have to get dressed.

I want to go to the party.

To Joe's?

I mean,
don't get me wrong.

He would glom on to you
like a jellyfish.

So take me.

You're not
dressed for it.

And you don't
have a date.

I'd be with you.

This is
the real world, Skippy.

I'm your boy, right?

Hmm?

Well, well.

And your boy wants
to go to the party.

How much
does he want to go?

Not yet.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Open up. Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Now, show me what
my boy really wants.

Oh, yeah.

Does he walk into
that fancy Georgetown party

with my smell on him?
Hmm?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Does he want to chat with
the Kennedys and the Grahams

with the taste of me
in his mouth?

I suppose I could loan you
a tie and a topcoat.

Find you a beard.

Oh, yeah!

Oh! Oh, Jesus!

I made
the terrapin soup myself.

You have to boil
the turtle for hours,

adding heaps of butter
to the broth,

a little sherry
and cayenne pepper.

My wife says the aroma is
somewhat reminiscent of feet.

I can promise you

it tastes
perfectly marvelous.

You know,
you'd be interested to hear

what their limo driver has
to say about the two of them.

Okay.

It's true, Mr. Kennedy.
Don't deny it.

Have you met Mrs. Smith?

She's just returned from Europe.

May I get you another drink?

Thank you, sir.

You are an attentive escort.

I'm sure your family is
glad to have you back.

A champagne, please.

- Enjoying yourself, Skippy?
- Yes.

Keep your eyes
on the bartender.

Champagne cocktail.

I'll take you out later
for some real fun.

Hawk.

Lucy wants to know

if you've gone
to China for her drink.

Well, duty calls.

This is Marcus.

Don't tell him my secrets.

He's a stinking,
rotten commie journalist.

- And a damn good one at that.
- Ah.

Who do you write for?

I'm a stringer for The Courier.

The Black paper.

I think it's printed
on white newsprint,

like all the rest.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

- Relax.
- That was so...

If that's the worst thing
anyone says to me tonight,

I'll be doing just fine.

How do you know Mr. Fuller?

We belong to the same club.

Have the...
Have the two of you...

In one respect, we're perfectly
suited to each other.

How?

We prefer sex
without emotional entanglements.

You've been warned.

Dad said
you took good care of him

the entire time
I was in Europe.

I did my best.

You know he has plans for us.

He only drops a hint about it
several times a week.

Poor dad.
He doesn't realize

I'm planning to marry
the richest man I can find.

Good for you.

Even if he's ugly.

No, especially if he's ugly.

So I won't have to work hard
to hold on to him.

When you were a kid, you said
you'd only marry for love.

When you were a kid,

you said you were going
to be a race car driver.

There's still time.

Ladies and gentlemen,

David Schine
and Roy Cohn have arrived.

And Mr. Schine
has brought Cubans.

- Here they are.
- Cigars, that is.

Gentlemen, to the library,

ladies, cake and sherry
in the dining room.

What do you say
we get out of here?

Where we going?

Someplace way more exciting.

There is a land,
they say

They say it's far away

I used to think
that it was heaven above

But now it's my land

Of love

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cheers.

I hope you're going
to dance with me tonight.

I'll think about it.

Hey, buster,

see that red light
on the cash register there?

That comes on,

you better make
12 inches of daylight

between you
and your friend right here.

And do it fast.

Only takes three seconds
for the cops to come downstairs.

And you.

You're responsible for them.

Oh, come, my love

And live

With me

More.

You all right?

I'm a little drunk.

You don't gulp scotch.

You sip it.

Okay, Hawk,
I have to ask you a question.

Are you sure you have to ask?

What we're doing,

I've stopped thinking
if it's right or wrong

or even sin, I don't care.

But there is one thing
I don't think I could live with.

Hmm?

Are you going to
marry Lucy Smith?

Christ.

Hawk!

What did I do?

You're drunk,
so I'll let it go.

Can I get a black coffee, pal?

Yeah, you got it.

Hawk?

We had fun, didn't we?

- Yes!
- It was a fun night.

We played a room full
of Washington know-it-alls

for fools
and we got away with it.

You were sweet. Really sweet.

But, Skippy, that's all it was.

That's all it can be.

I'm sorry.

Is there a problem?

No, no, there's no problem.
Come on.

Drink your coffee,
I'll take you home.

I committed mortal sins for you.

Oh, here we go.

I could go to hell.

Hell's a fantasy, Skippy.

So is heaven,
the Trinity, democracy

and the holy war
against communism.

Grand ideas that just
get people killed. Now, come on.

- Why don't you sit down?
- No, I don't wanna sit down.

Suit yourself.

I don't know how you do it.

Caring only about what you want.

What gives you pleasure
at any given moment.

Here comes the sermon.

You let me know
when I should genuflect.

I'm not ashamed to feel things.

That I need to feel things,
believe in things.

You're the coward, not me!

Hawk, this just came
for you by messenger.

Did you look inside?

Have I ever, in all these years,
opened your mail?

No.

It's from
your travel agent.

So I assume it's a plane ticket.

Yeah, I have
to make a quick trip.

Just two
or three days at the most.

I know where you're going.
I heard you talking to Mary.

I wasn't trying to listen.
It just happened.

The rental
agent's coming on Friday.

I'd like you
to be home for that.

I will.

Is it...

Does he have...

Yeah.

Is he dying?

I don't know.

- Lucy.
- Hmm?

You're everything to me.

If I was everything,

you wouldn't be going
where you're going.

You'll need your raincoat.

I think
it's in the front hall closet.

Hail Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour
of our death.

Amen.

Hail...

If you don't mind me saying so,

you look a little troubled.

I suppose I am, Father.

I could hear your confession
if it would help.

It would.

But I can't
make confession today.

Why not?

Aren't we meant
to come to confession

with perfect contrition?

If we've sinned, all God asks
is that we be sorry for it.

Is there a particular sin
weighing on your mind?

I've had...

carnal relations.

That's a serious sin.

Are you in love
with the young woman?

It's not a woman.

Even for the gravest of sins,

if you are sincerely sorry,

God will forgive you
and make you pure.

But that's the problem.

What is?

When I committed this sin,

I felt pure.

More pure
than I felt in my entire life.

So how can I be sorry for it?

Hawk.

- Thanks for coming.
- What do you want, George?

I cooperated, used that name.

They're going
to let me resign quietly.

- I'm glad it worked out.
- It didn't exactly work out.

That kid. The name you gave me,
they picked him up.

Told him they were going
to open an investigation.

Hawk, he tried to kill himself.

They had to pump his stomach.

- I owe the kid something.
- Stay away from him.

They could
still be watching you.

Go home, kiss your wife,
hug your kids.

Be grateful for what you have.

How am I supposed
to live with myself?

Christ, George,
how the hell do I know?

The executive order
that President Eisenhower

will sign tomorrow

will expand
security investigations

to all branches of government,

facilitating the coordination
of the efforts

among various agencies,

including the
State Department's M unit,

the FBI's Sex Deviants
Investigations unit,

and the Washington D.C.

Police Sex Perversion
elimination program.

Those accused and investigated

will be judged
by their trustworthiness

and whether they have committed
criminal or immoral acts

that would leave them
susceptible to coercion.

These are people
the rest of us consider sad,

sick, even pathetic.

The investigations conducted

shall relate but not be limited
to the following.

Any criminal,
infamous, dishonest, immoral,

or notoriously
disgraceful conduct.

Habitual use of intoxicants
to excess, drug addiction.

Sexual perversion.

An investigation
may be commenced

based on an accusation

by a fellow employee,

even if the employee

making the accusation
prefers to remain anonymous.

One of my friends
said the other day,

"McCarthy,

why worry
about those individuals?

You don't claim
they're all communists, do you?"

The answer is obviously no.

Some of them
are very energetic,

very loyal Americans.

Some of them
have that unusual affliction

through no fault of their own.

We're not disturbed about them
because of their morals.

Were disturbed about them

because they are dangerous
to this country.

Thank you.

God bless you,

and God bless
the United States of America.

Skippy.

Do you have a minute?

Kenny.

That was his name. My first.

Remember, you asked?

Eleventh grade...

played on
the tennis team together.

That paperweight
that you saw in my apartment.

I was with Kenny when he
picked it up on our senior trip.

You know?

Sweet Kenny.
He loved beautiful things.

The other boys razzed him
about it pretty bad.

And that's...

That's when I started
putting distance between us.

I guess you could say...

I deserted him.

I went into the Army
and Kenny signed up too.

I think he was trying to stay
connected to me somehow.

Only I ended up in Europe

and Kenny
was sent to the Pacific.

He died on the beach
trying to take Luzon.

Tim...

I'd like to come up
to your room.

I want to hold you tonight.

If you'll let me.

Hawk.

I'm afraid.

I imagine a lot of people
are afraid tonight.

I don't mean
the executive order.

I'm afraid of you.

I don't know what to do.

What should I do?

My advice?

Go inside,

shut that door

and lock it behind you.

Unfortunately,
the lock is broken.

Hello?

It's Hawk.

I'm in San Francisco.

I'd like to see you.

I'm calling from a diner

just down the street
from your building.

If you were able to see me,

would this be a good time?

I know this is out of nowhere.

I didn't want to call first

and have you tell me
not to come.

I thought
if I just showed up, maybe...

Tim?

You there?

I'm here.

All right.

I'll tell you what,
I'm gonna give you a number.

I'd really like to see you.

Think about it.

I'll... I'll stay here
and wait for your call.

They're open all night,

but I hope you won't
make me wait that long.

somber music playing

I couldn't say it
to your face

But I won't be
around anymore

I couldn't say it
to your face

But I won't be
around anymore

I needed a place

So I walked in the door

I couldn't say it
to your face

But I won't be
around anymore

It's my world

It's my song

Didn't ask you
to sing along

In my arms

You girl

You won't be here
to say I'm wrong

I couldn't say it
to your face

But I won't
be around anymore