All language subtitles for Julia s02e07 Shrimp and Grits.eng

Luggage is all in.

Well, are you sure
you don't wanna change your mind?

After all, state dinner
with the Prime Minister of Japan.

I hung up
my diplomatic shoes long ago.

I'll pass on this busman's holiday.

This is Julia's moment.

Besides, Paul and I
have plans of our own.

Try and behave yourselves.

Yes, I know.

Like asking a lion not to roar.

I'm so proud of you.

Okay. Let's load in.

Benny, you take
the first two-hour shift.

Russ, you are up next.

Julia, you navigate in shotgun,
followed by me.

Fair warning. I am known
to have no sense of direction

but my general instinct
is to head south.

Give my regards
to Lyndon and Lady Bird.

- Doesn't she look just divine?
- Oh, hush.

I want her unvarnished opinion,
not your financially-motivated one.

- Well?
- Well, you look gorgeous

but gorgeous is a given.
And maybe not the whole point.

What does it look like?

A bunch of daffodils.

Perhaps it's not obvious
to the uninitiated

but a hothouse flower, I am not?

- Of course you're not.
- There is a dinner

being given in honor of
the Knopf Publishing House

which is founded with my husband
50 years ago.

I want a dress that says that.

Formidable, consequential...

and elegant.

Maybe Chanel.

I'll see what I can do.

Child residence.

Child residence number one perhaps

but I am looking
at Child residence number two.

Simca.

Painter, photographer, diplomat.

You are an architect too, Paul?

To anyone but a real architect.

Nonsense!
This is perfection absolue.

The proportions.

Well, I am rather proud of it.

And I have the ideal contractor.

And in a year, it'll be ready

and you will spend
all your time here.

Oh, I would love that.

As much time as we can.
Things are busy here, too.

Oh, yes, good to hear that.

Can Julia spare a moment?

Julia isn't here.

She's at the White House.

- The White House?
- She was invited

to do a television special
about the making of a state dinner

with the President

and the Prime Minister of Japan.

I know, it kind of,
it takes your breath away.

Apparently, Theodore Roosevelt
and Mark Twain

spent time at this place.

Together?

Not that I know of.

We're part of history, my dear.

Well, I don't know what
those two men plan to do

while in residence

but my plan is to call Paul,
order room service, and head to bed.

Well, take time
to look at the view, too.

Bernard wrote speeches
for Adlai Stevenson, you know.

That's the closest I ever got
to the White House.

Not very close.

You know what I wish right now?

I wish we had daughters.

You and I.

Daughters to whom we could say

"Look what your mothers did.

Look where your mothers are."

That's funny.

I was just thinking
I wish my father were alive.

Mrs. Child. Gretchen Fletcher.

Mr. Morash. Gretchen Fletcher.

Mrs. Naman. Gretchen Fletcher.

Oh, no. That's... that's me.
I'm Alice Naman.

- I'm so sorry.
- Well, that's no problem.

On the contrary.
It's against protocol

to misidentify any official visitor
to the White House.

Well, we're all for protocol here.

In what context?

Whatever. Life.

Let me be the first to welcome you.

I'm the Deputy White House
Chief of Protocol.

The mission of our office
is to advance

the foreign policy goals
of the United States

by creating an environment
for successful diplomacy.

It's like a recipe,
isn't it, Gretchen?

Protocol. The closer you follow it

the less likely you are
to burn the house down.

Okay. I will be accompanying you
through your schedule

over the next two days.

You'll meet with members
of the White House staff

we've allotted for two visits
to the kitchen

- to track preparation of the meal.
- Oh, that's splendid.

You'll note the ceremony of arrival
of the prime minister

all culminating, of course,
at dinner tomorrow night

with the President
and the First Lady.

- And you are?
- Avis DeVoto, Gretchen Fletcher.

Avis DeVoto.

No.

I'm afraid your security clearance
has hit a snag.

- A snag?
- You haven't been cleared

for this level of access.

Who are you, Avis DeVoto?

I've done a few things in my life
of which I am proud.

It's the anti-war agitation,
isn't it?

You'd have to ask the Secret Service.

- Can you introduce me?
- No.

But I can offer you
the 10.00am White House Tour.

- It's very informative.
- Oh, no.

- She's come all this way.
- No, it's fine, really.

It's a badge of honor.

And you've got a show to make.

I will take
that informative ten o'clock tour

and get the next train
back to Boston.

We're very pleased
to have the rest of you here.

I haven't seen your show, Mrs. Child

but the briefing book suggests
that America trusts you.

Oh, trust is the key to diplomacy.

Shall we get on with it?

You've done this before, have you?

Well, not for years.

You learn a lot of skills
in the foreign service.

Not all of them useful.

I was on the team.

- Briefly.
- Were you?

That's imbalanced.

No, you first.

These lanes are well-oiled.

I don't see that
in most local alleys.

Well, you know what? The truth is

I don't feel
much like bowling anymore.

Well, we may have come
to the wrong place.

Well, well, bowling was an excuse.

You know, we roll a few frames poorly

like men do and have a few beers

tell a few off-colored jokes
like men do.

Talk about baseball

mowing the lawn, barbecuing.

These men sound awful.

A few more beers

and the talk would turn
to more substantial things.

- Such as?
- I don't know.

Our marriages?

You seem to have
the best marriage I know.

Maybe the only really good marriage.

You know how bowling is essentially

a thing you do alone together?

That's me and Tilly.

That's my marriage.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, she doesn't like
being with other people.

Slightly agoraphobic.

That didn't matter
in the old days at GBH

no one invited us anywhere anyway.

Now, with Julia and The French Chef

my life has gotten much bigger

and hers has gotten smaller.

And most of the time

she just spends the days
with her twin sister.

The knitter?

I'm the third wheel
in my own marriage.

Well, we're waiting for all of
these crazy lights to be set up.

Why don't you two take the time
to get to know each other?

Well, I already know Julia.

There's no introduction needed there.

This is my first time
on the television.

A social secretary is invisible,
usually speaking.

There are no cameras right now, Bess,
it's just us.

So tell me

what does a social secretary
of the White House do every day?

Only unimportant things.

The invitations,
the decorations, the seating plans.

Well, that sounds marvelous.

If you like to go on dinner parties.

I do.

But I'll tell you a secret.

I may have
the most important job in the world.

Really?

Now how's that?

At tomorrow's dinner
with the Prime Minister

nothing will be decided

and no business will get done

and yet because of it

these two men who carry the weight
of the world on their shoulders

will begin to trust each other.

And so the next day,
it will be easier to reach agreements

to make the world better and safer.

Just because
they broke bread together?

Exactly.

That's what I do every day.

Well, that seems to be what
so many women do behind the scenes.

Smooth the way without anyone
paying particular attention.

Isn't it just?

Well done.

This is Henry Haller

renowned Swiss chef

who arrived at the White House
just two years ago

to cook for the President
and Mrs. Johnson.

Right now, Chef Haller
is preparing tomorrow's dinner

in honor of
the Prime Minister of Japan.

How many guests are you expecting,
Chef Haller?

One hundred and twenty.

- Well, that's a lot of appetite.
- It is.

And we do this three or four times
a week with no mistakes.

Like a Swiss watch?

Precisely.

It's quite a responsibility.

I don't think about that.

I think only it must not be too salty

and the Prime Minister of Japan
is allergic to strawberries.

Well, that's good to know.

Well, I believe you may have
one of the most important jobs

at the White House, Chef.

No, no. I just make the stew.

Well, dinners at the White House
are in good hands

with Chef Haller
at the helm of the most

consequential kitchen in the world.

Cut.

It's great.

These are sloppy. Are you rushing
to get upstairs? Is that it?

Do it again.

Alfred!

- Come in.
- Judith.

It's so exciting
about tomorrow night.

I heard you spent yesterday morning
dress shopping with my wife.

She can't do it alone anymore

and she still wants to look
just right for the event.

Isn't the dress perfect?

I haven't seen the dress.

I could hire someone
to babysit Blanche

for $2 an hour.

I don't need my best editor
wasting her time.

I'm happy to lend a hand
and all the work gets done.

I'm taking you off her list entirely.

Oh, no.

No, don't do that. Please. Alfred.

Blanche has no other options but me.

Retirement...

fading away...

what she's doing anyway.

What are you doing here?

That's a long, crazy story

better told with a stiff drink
on a soft couch.

Who is that, Stanley?

Tell them to go away.

Who are you?

Well, one of you
must know who she is.

I... I am a student
of Professor Lipchitz.

Cum laude.

Sweetheart, how laude is irrelevant.

- It's not as bad as it looks.
- Really?

I'm not in love with her or anything.

How old is she?

She's 25. She knows nothing.

- I do go to Harvard.
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. It was a terrible mistake.

A one time...
I won't ever see her again.

- Really?
- Except in lab twice a week.

That's supposed
to make me feel better?

It makes me feel a lot worse.

Stop talking.

This is who you replace me with?

A person who means nothing to you?
Oh, Stanley.

You can do better than that.

To a day.

- To a day.
- To a day.

But how strange life is

and how marvelous sometimes.

Two years ago, I thought
I was done doing useful things.

- Tell me about it.
- And then you called.

And you answered.

Thank you

both of you, for bringing me with you

and to think I thought
this show was a dead end...

some dead end.

It would be none of us
without all of us.

I'll drink to almost anything,
but particularly to that.

Give me five minutes.

You have three.

Then I splash vermouth in your face
and leave you with the check.

I'm a very closed off man, Avis.

You opened me up

to feelings...

love...

also sex.

I like that a lot.

Then you were gone and...

she was right there.

This is the worst apology
I've ever heard.

I know why men cheat, Stanley.

Of course, you do.

The cheating was not about you.

How I feel about you.

It was about me.

You still mean everything to me.

Isn't that what really matters?

No.

No, it isn't.

The fact that it changes
nothing for you doesn't help.

It changes things for me.

You're...

emotionally dangerous.

You made a mistake once.

I let myself be vulnerable
and you hurt me.

That's true.

But that was at the beginning.

And the beginning
is different from now.

It is. You're right. Good point.

But...

this is not me.

Not all of me anyway.

You...

stupid idiot.

That's what breaks my heart.

What I have to do

breaks my heart.

You have to go.

Hey, Benny and Lloyd
are already on the south lawn

getting ready for the arrival
of the Prime Minister

and the military band,
all the pomp and circumstance.

It's incredible.

I'll meet you
in the famous kitchen right after?

Deal.

- Biggest day of our lives.
- It is.

Okay. Let's do this.

We really might have
slept in at this spot.

For two hours.

My beautiful ankles
are starting to hate these shoes.

And for the record

I could eat a horse.

Okay. No more grassing.

Let us remember
what a momentous day this is

but an opportunity
and remain grateful.

Agreed.

Oh, poor Warren Harding

condemned to
a forgotten hallway for eternity.

So are we.

And we're not responsible
for Teapot Dome.

Oh, Gretchen.

Just the woman we wanted.

Chef Heller is still
not ready for you.

Of course. Then we wait.

But your colleague Russell
is getting some wonderful footage.

Well, that's splendid. And meanwhile

might we trouble you
for a modest cup of...

Well, manners are not the same
as protocol, apparently.

Well, they could all learn
a thing or two from Paul.

With his years of diplomacy

he knew how to make
everyone feel special.

This is fun, isn't it?

For me too. I don't get to do this.

Believe it or not,
Julia doesn't like Italian food.

No. Pizza.

Everybody likes pizza.

You would think, right?

So who's older, you or Millie?

I am by two minutes.

Millie says
that's why she's more fun.

A riot.

Charlie's older, but we might
as well have been conjoined.

That's how it's felt my whole life.

He's attached to me
with invisible chords.

It's like in one
of those sci-fi movies

Hunter doesn't understand.

No, I don't.

Millie and I can't help it,
but makes him jealous.

Well, Julia was the same way.

Used to drive her crazy.

Is that why you fired my sister?

No.

That's why I hired her.

So I could share something
with the two of you.

I fired her because
she's completely talentless.

Who knew?

I knew. You could have asked me.

I guess.

Oh, look. I figured this out. Look.

Just put there and then you roll it.

And see, it rolls right off.

That's it.

Thank you for agreeing
to meet me here.

You have three minutes.
Same as I gave Stanley.

After that I throw a...

coffee's too hot.

Just talk fast.

I just wanted to tell you
how much I admire you.

The way that you stood up to Stanley

you have so much poise and...

and dignity.

It's frankly inspirational.

That's what you wanted to say?

Not I'm sorry for sleeping
with your boyfriend.

Oh, no, that... too.

I'm definitely sorry about that

although if I hadn't slept
with Stanley

I never would've met you.

On the plus side, Mrs. Lincoln.

Will you be my mentor?

- Your mentor?
- In life?

My mentor in life?

I don't know, Stacy, I hate you.

Well, yeah, sure now

but in time.

And frankly,
it's tough to mentor someone

with such low self-esteem.

Wait, you think that
I have low self-esteem?

Why else would you sleep
with your professor?

A lot of my friends
are sleeping with the professors.

Then how do you know
what you're being graded on?

You are like a genius.

- Do you know that?
- Oh, my god.

Can we do this again sometime?

Continue this conversation.

Why don't you give me a few days
to stop wanting to strangle you?

Fair enough.

Chef Heller and his staff now
have only a few hours

to complete this piece for
the president of the United States

the Prime Minister of Japan,
and 120 invited guests.

And this is
the first course Chef, huh?

Yes. A fish stew, lobster,
scallops, shrimp and clams.

Oh, a taste of New England.

May I?

Thank you.

And that's wonderful.

And this will be followed
by what, Chef?

The loin of lamb.

The filet mignon of the lamb.

This is one of your specialties,
I understand.

The President and the first lady
are fond of this dish.

Yes. Well, I can see why.

It's just beautiful.

And you'll prepare this simply?

Very simply.
The lamb does not need much.

No, I quite agree.

What a treat your guest
will be in for tonight.

And cut.

Well, that was perfect.

And may we stay a few minutes more
to watch your team at work, Chef?

Absolutely not.
And please stop touching my knives.

The stew is too salty.
You didn't notice?

Well...

We don't want to interfere
with your preparation, Chef.

Perhaps when everything is ready,
we could return

to film the moment
the food leaves the kitchen.

Who are you?

I'm Alice Naman. I'm the producer.

You wanted to film Chef Heller.

I permitted you to film Chef Heller.

Chef Heller has allowed you
to taste his food.

He has watched you touch his knives.

Chef Heller has smiled at the camera
for two days.

He has put up with you long enough.

Now go and let Chef Heller
do his job.

Well, thank you, Chef Heller,
for giving us so much of your time.

Out!

Yeah. Yeah.

All right. Show me your pies.

Beautiful.

Yeah, I made The French Chef
for you, you know?

You did?

Well, that pilot was the first thing
I ever did that you liked.

I wanted to make you happy

and to have something to talk about
when I got home.

And then, I would cook for you,
make you the things Julia made.

- Oh, those were our best nights.
- Yeah.

Okay.

I think we are ready for the oven.

Russell, if you and Benjamin wanna
start moving your equipment

into the state dining room, the guest
will be arriving in about 30 minutes.

- All right.
- A timeline of the evening's events.

Oh, yes.

Tony Bennett?

- I love Tony Bennett.
- Me, too.

You can film whatever you want,
whatever your director's eyes see.

Oh, it's good. I...

I'm sorry if we have upset
Chef Haller in any way.

I know that he's under
tremendous pressure.

Well, pressure is what
we live with every day.

Pressure is the job.

Oh, my.

And when should we head over?

- Over to where?
- To dinner.

For the dinner.

You're not guests
at the dinner, Mrs. Child.

No, no.
I was told that... I have a letter.

I'm sorry if there was some confusion

but you were invited
to shoot a documentary

not as dinner guests
of the President.

It's part of the program
we're filming

I conclude by sampling the food
that's been prepared.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

There are no seats for you at dinner.

Are you sure you don't mind?

Oh, no.

I may take mine off, too,
in a moment.

I know this is limited consolation,
but we're getting some great stuff.

Tony Bennett just sang
"Boulevard of Broken Dreams."

Good choice, Mr. Bennett.

Yeah.

Gotta go.

I say we break into the kitchen

murder Chef Haller with his own knife

and grab whatever food we can.

I feel like I'm going to faint.

Better that than the fish stew,
Alice. Believe me.

I figure it's been a long day.

Shrimp and grits.

Oh, you're a saint.

What's your name?

I'm Zephyr Wright.

I don't understand,
with all this going on tonight

and you've made this just for us.

I made it for the President
and the First Lady

on the second floor
in the private kitchen.

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson
don't really care

for all of the fancy food.

They'll eat this after
when they go up for bed.

I can understand why,
this is amazing.

It's what Lady Bird says.

Salted to perfection.

So, Zephyr, Chef Haller is the face
of the White House kitchen

but you are the genius.

We should be doing
this show about you.

I don't think so.

I'm happy with how things are.

It was a pleasure to meet you.

Is she still at the White House?

Dining with the President.

Tonight's the big night.

Simca?

I am not a vain person.

- Of course you're not.
- I am embarrassed to

feel such trouble.

But how can you possibly find
your light with such a bright star?

It was hard for me, too, for a time.

I find that I've come
to terms with it.

Well, you're a much finer person.

Well, you can't make her
shine less brightly

but that light illuminates us, too.

And she'll never leave you behind.

- I don't know.
- No, I'm telling you.

She loves you

and she needs you.

I don't want what she has.

I don't.

A television program.

But I don't want her
to have it either.

Those are my recipes
she's famous for.

Yes, they are.

I ran out of wine now.

The truth is, Simca

we would not be where we are
if it weren't for her.

So this is just our burden.

But tell you what

you and I can be charter members

of the Julia's Shadow Club.

And you can call me
any time you've lost your way

and I'll buck you up
because I'm a fan.

Thank you, Paul.

But I'd rather see you fall
on your face once in a while.

We took our name from it, a name
that still no one can pronounce.

Thankfully,
we didn't take his golf game.

A man of infinite erudition

impeccable taste

peerless business acumen

our founder and still our captain

Alfred Knopf.

As you know, I am a man who prefers

the written to the spoken word.

So let me say simply
that I am supremely proud

of what you and I
have accomplished together.

I am bullish from American letters

and I look forward to
the next 50 years at Knopf.

I believe it's time for dessert.

I'd like to say a few words,
if it's okay with you, Alfred.

Thank you.

Alfred, here's to you

and this remarkable place
where we all work.

We tell stories

more important, we decide

which stories get told.

The ones we do not choose are,
over time

forgotten

which means we have
a very consequential job

to decide what is remembered.

Blanche Knopf is the co-founder
of this house.

It was her influence
that brought Sigmund Freud

Albert Camus, Simone de Beauvoir

and Thomas Mann to this country.

She championed German writers
who spoke up against the Nazis

she was a champion of women writers
wherever she could find them

and no one could recognize

a unique voice

or guide it better than Blanche.

She has taste and discernment

that is without equal
in the world of publishing.

It is no disservice to her husband

or any of the men with whom she works

that she towers above them all.

And so I propose a toast.

A toast.

To Blanche Knopf

who has always seen
what no one else could.

- To Blanche Knopf.
- To Blanche Knopf.

- And rags to riches.
- This is what love is.

- I... yes. I just got...
- Well, that was an evening.

The President and the Prime Minister
got along swimmingly

everything went precisely
according to plan.

Those are my favorite words
in the English language.

According to plan.

You really know how to throw a party.

And on behalf
of the Office of Protocol

I wanna thank you
for playing your part

and making it possible for us
to tell our story.

This is for you,
a token of our appreciation.

Our guests love them.

The napkins have the logo.

Oh, yes.

You shouldn't have.

If you stay a minute, I can place
you in a strategic position

where you can catch the President
as he heads up to the residence.

He may even stop and chat
for a minute if you're lucky.

That'd be amazing.

Well, perhaps while Russ
is doing that

Julia can interview Zephyr Wright
from the kitchen.

It would be wonderful to include
the perspective of ordinary citizen

who works at the White House.

Oh, pity.

She's not on the list.

Right.

Got it. Well, we will just
wait here for you, Russ.

Yeah.

Maybe when you're done, I can get
a minute to talk about Hollywood.

Oh, but you're at the White House.

Oh, it's a dead-end job.
No one stays for the second term.

But...

Some women just do better with men.

This is pretty good.

Hunter's wife, Tilly, made it.

It's a bit of a story.

Men just take and take...

whatever they want.

And the world says

"Go right ahead, you're a man.
You want it, it's yours."

Yes, they're the worst men.

I hate them myself.

You didn't see this.

Don't be stingy.

Yes.

Thank you.

I want love.

Of course.

But I'd prefer respect.

Well, respect is hard to come by.

Bernard wasn't like that.

And you're not like that, are you?

Like most men.

Why is that?

I really don't know how to answer.

Well...

you're not exactly Clark Kent, Paul

but you're a man among men.

Here, eat before it gets cold.

I just need a hot bath
and my whole outlook will shift.

I just wanted to say good night.

Oh, Zephyr.
How lovely to see you again.

You were our absolute savior tonight.

It's my pleasure.

I'm heading to the bus stop,
Ms. Naman.

Walk with me.

I'll meet you back at the hotel.

Just tickles me.

I'm so impressed.

- Oh, no.
- I am.

- How old are you?
- I'm 25.

My, oh, my.

A young black woman
in a position of such importance

and influence over how people think.

Thank you.

It doesn't always feel
that way, though.

Most of the time,
it just feels pointless.

They've got a paved road

and we're always climbing a mountain

- just to get to the same place.
- Yes.

Yes, exactly.

I understand.

Believe me.

And yet, here you are.

But now

don't you be disappointed
in me, Alice.

What?

I'm not. Why would you...

Because I keep silent.

Because I'm happy to be silent

and invisible.

I just wanted the world to know you.

You found a wonderful way
to make your voice heard

so have I.

You speak loudly

and I whisper.

I say nothing
in Chef Haller's kitchen

and I cook for the president

and his family, and his friends.

- No, you don't have to explain.
- We talk...

the president and I

when no one else is there

about many things...

consequential things.

He gave me the pen he used
to sign the Civil Rights Act.

- I had no idea.
- Of course not.

What would people say if they knew?

You make me proud, Alice.

I wish I'd had the kind
of path that you had.

I did what I could.

And I got lucky.

Food gave me a voice.

Just like with you and Julia.

I look forward to seeing the program.

Thank you.

We'll both fight the fight...

in our own ways.

Sorry about the way
they treated you two.

I just...

I didn't know it was my place to say.

Yeah. Of course not.
And we had a job to do.

The job is what counts.
Respect is just gravy.

And given the heaviness
of Chef Haller's gravy

perhaps a thing best forgotten
at this White House.

Okay.

Thank you.

It's getting late.

I will take the first leg
of the drive in the morning.

- Good night.
- Good night, Russ.

Yes. Good night, Russ.

The world isn't very kind
to women, is it?

No.

Most of us can't do
anything about it.

But you have a spotlight.

Yes, I do.

It's too late for By Women,
For Women, but it is not too late.

Thank you, Alice.

When will we see the guys
for keepers of the house, Albert?

Next week, week after, the latest.

Very good.
Well, thank you all for last night.

That was splendid.

Well, nothing more for me.

I'd like to say a few words.

I'm going blind.

That's not exactly news,
but there it is.

For the past year

all my work has actually
been done by Judith.

- Blanche! That's...
- Nope.

She has covered for me

so I could pretend
to do this job that I love.

It is the only thing I love...

except for Judith.

Thank you

for acknowledging last night

my part in building this house.

But firms and office buildings,
that's Ozymandias stuff.

What will last...

is the books.

And I have put a piece of myself

in each of them.

Invisible...

but not silent.

And that's enough for me.

I wanna hear everything

every detail.

And it'll be a remarkable program,
I think.

But the whole visit
had the strangest effect on me.

At first, I was...

- disappointed.
- What?

Oh, apparently, at the White House,
I am very small potatoes.

Well, that can't be true.
They invited you.

No, it is. And it doesn't matter.

As you always used to send
the diplomatic corps

we are smaller than our purpose.

In the end, it was invigorating.

Oh, that is very vague
but splendid news.

What about you, Paul?
Did you get along?

I did. I accomplished

a lot of small things that...

seemed to be very much appreciated.

Felt good to be Paul Child this week.

I should think so.
It's a wonderful thing to be.

I spent time with Hunter and his wife

with Avis, with Simca.

Yeah, she's a social butterfly.

And then, here's a nice topper,
we got a call from an old friend.

Really? Who?

Do you remember Frank Bludger

from our old OSS days?

Apparently, he's in town
for his niece's wedding

and he wants to see us.

He already knew that you had been
at the White House.

He told me you're a true patriot.

I agreed.

Turns out he's in the FBI

which fits for Frank,
don't you think?

Jul?

He's not here
for his niece's wedding.

My.

You do have your finger
on the pulse of things, don't you?

Yes. He's here to see me.

He's been following me for months.

The FBI wants information

about radical behavior at WGBH.

At GBH?

I would've thought
you'd tell him to go to hell.

For months?

Why didn't you say something, Jul?

He blackmailed me.

He said that if I didn't help...

he would make public the accusations

made against you when you retired.

The communism.

The homosexuality.

I'm sorry you've been afraid
all this time.

But I don't want to be.

I want to take them all on.

All these men.

Who are they anyway?

Julia.

I'm not afraid.

Let them say what they want.

They have no power over me.

I am a contented man.

I love you so much.

- I married the right guy.
- Yes, you did.

Well, Frank may not have
considered this but...

we still have
a few tricks up our sleeves

from our old OSS days.

Shall we beat them at their own game?

You and I?

Yes?

Yes.

Oh, yes.

Let the games begin.

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