All language subtitles for Feud.S02E06.1080p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

I'm late,
I'm late, I know.

My poor Dutch Master daffodils

were positively shivering
in this cold.

I had to get them all in
before the deep freeze.

There's still one shivering
daffodil who needs you.

I'm sorry, my little flower.

Thank you for running
this errand with me.

I need durable straw hats
for gardening.

Terry is the only one I trust.

Not today.

You'll have to come back
for the closeout sale.

Terry.

Oh, Mrs. Guest, Mr. Capote.

What... closeout sale?

Terry, no.
Galore is an institution,

- and you've been here forever.
- 44 years.

Nobody wants hats anymore,
I'm afraid.

The end of an era.

I was planning to retire,

but I didn't think
it would be like this.

Where am I going to get
my good gardening hats now?

Well, how many
have you got left, Terry?

Doesn't matter,
I'll take them all.

I'll get some
for Bunny Mellon as well.

Oh, she's gonna be just sick.

I'll go see what we have
in the back.

C.Z., do you remember
that Easter a few years ago?

You, me, Slim, Lee and Babe
had Good Friday lunch

at La Cote and we got so tipsy

we thought we'd be
brash and brassy

and buy outlandish
Easter bonnets.

And Babe found
that towering floral thing

with ribbons
flowing down her back.

And it had faux lilies
like whipped cream.

She looked like a dessert.
I told her so.

I've never seen
Babe laugh so hard.

How is she?

Um...

She's good.
She's getting the best care.

It hasn't spread
to any other organs, so...

Hmm. A heart so cold,
even cancer couldn't touch it.

Truman, don't.

Oh, I'm gonna miss hats.

In the South,
everyone wore them.

Rich folk, poor folk,
white, colored.

A hat was a symbol of hope.

My mother had
a marvelous collection.

She used to let me
keep the boxes.

The tissue paper, the smells.

- I've got ten left, Mrs. Guest.
- Ooh.

I-I can't do delivery anymore.

Oh, no matter.
I'll send Luis around.

Should I?

Let's swing by Tiffany's.

Kate's in her final year
of school,

and I want to surprise her
with a string of pearls.

The real thing
for the real thing.

That's what I'm going to
write on the card.

So, how's it going
with your protégé?

Oh, my God,
she's the Second Coming.

And she was born to model.

I'm going to turn her
into the next Veruschka.

Veruschka? She's ancient.

All the girls want to be
like Christie Brinkley now.

No, but Kate's not like that.

That Colgate smile,
vulgar tan nonsense.

She's a classic beauty.

She's beautiful
because she's young.

Everybody who's young
is beautiful.

I only wish someone had told me
that when I was that age.

Oh, everybody told you.

Mm, it's good,

but don't you think
you could go a tad higher?

You know, Dusty Springfield

used to tuck a maxi pad under
there to give it more oomph.

Where's your pocketbook, Kate?
I'll see if you've got one.

No, Truman.

What's got your bonnet
in a bunch?

This is your big day.

Girls would be
tripping over themselves

to get a photo shoot
with Dick Avedon.

- Sorry.
- Hmm.

I am grateful.

It's just...

Well, I mean,
it's a little matronly.

Why don't you leave
the styling to the stylists?

Back when I threw
my Black and White Ball in 1966,

Mr. Kenneth's salon
was hotter than Studio 54.

Thought you were
gonna stop drinking.

Champagne isn't drinking.
It's good for the stomach.

Like a digestif.

Don't you pull your sourpuss
with me, dear.

Dick is going to fawn over you,
and so will

all the magazine editors
I'm going to hook you up with.

Grace Mirabella at Vogue,
she's a dear friend.

By this time next year,
you'll be on the cover.

Now, Kenneth,
how are we getting along?

- We mustn't be late for lunch.
- Yes.

- Babe.
- Babe.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Welcome to La Cote Basque.
- Thank you.

Right this way, please.

See?

Not a soul here
can take their eyes off you.

- Yes, I am aware of that.
- Well, what's the matter?

You're as stiff
as a B movie robot.

How many B movie robots
went around disguised

like 50-year-old society ladies?

You just need some snails
and some oysters

to loosen you up, darling.

Now hold your head high
and stop frowning.

You'll get lines
like the Mariana Trench.

The what?

"'O Oysters,
come and walk with me!'

"The Walrus did beseech.

"'A pleasant walk,
a pleasant talk,

"'Along the briny beach.

"'We cannot do
with more than four,

To give a hand to each.'"

Mmm.

- Lewis Carroll, my dear.
- Mm.

Bravo.

How do you remember
all these poems?

I listen.

Now, I have listened to your
complaints about my dragging you

- to too many lunches
with my friends.
- Oh, good.

And I have come up with
the perfect solution, dear Kate.

Eavesdropping.

Eavesdropping?

If you want to be a writer,
or any person of note, actually,

you must realize the importance
of that which is overheard

the next table over.

Great title, by the way.
It's yours, darling.

It's where all the action is
if your table is dull.

And you may well be at a dull
table in life, I do sympathize.

But you master
the art of listening

to who's right over there.

You really, actually
don't believe

in privacy at all,
do you, Truman?

Come on, Truman.
Don't be a stick in the mud.

Nobody's more fun than me.

Princess Margaret. Maybe.

I got you that.

Oh. You.

Let's have some île flottante
for dessert.

He's starting to sink
into himself.

The cost of it,
all his betraying and nastiness.

Look at him.

It catches up.

You earn the face you deserve.

That's his new protégé,

that horrible man John's
poor daughter.

- He's trying to mold her.
- Hmm.

He changed her last name
to erase her dad.

Erase. I'd like to warn her.

Well, he's got her dressed like

she's at a flower show
in Minneapolis.

Remember what happened
with Eliza Doolittle?

She dumped Henry Higgins.

I think My Fair Lady
is the right cautionary tale.

- All right,
let's get to brass tacks.
- Hmm.

Is Peter Beard really ready
to marry you?

Spill the beans.

Yes, I think so.

Well, he's kicked
the barbiturates,

he's got enough money
to keep us going.

God, he is so sexy, I don't
even care about the money.

It's the sex.

Montauk, those weekends.

Yes, but, Lee, you can't be
having money issues.

Sell the place in London.
You're never there.

- Or Paris.
- I need them in case.

I just wish he would
fucking stop coming here.

I could throw a glass
of Prosecco in his face.

Maybe then he'd get the message.

No, he would just lap it up.

We're going to be exemplary,
and you know it.

We would be in the Post
tomorrow, if not tonight.

Every waiter is a spy and every
diner is someone's tipster.

Oh, hi. My God.

I didn't see you back there.

You both look wonderful.
So wonderful.

Lee, I need to tell you so much,

your sister...

Oh, well, that's...
I'll save it.

Yes. Do.

So...

A new swan?
A cygnet in training?

Yes? Hello, dear.

- Hi.
- Oh, yes.

We're off to Dick's,
he's photographing her.

Kate Harrington,
this is Lee Radziwill.

I'd let my hair fall naturally
were I you, darling.

I mean, you're not

in the Daughters
of the American Revolution.

Send Dicky my best.

Can we have lunch?

Sure, Truman, sure.

Call me.

Well...

Maybe we don't have dessert
before Dick shoots you, my dear.

- What?
- Jesus, Truman.

You've-you've dressed her
for a goddamn

Westport Ladies Auxiliary
lunch tea party.

Where's the cucumber sandwiches?

- I told you, Truman.
- Yeah, see?

She told you, Truman.
Kate, come here.

Follow me, we'll fix this.

Jules, hey.

Yeah, Dick.

Take Kate, and you two
find some crap you like

while I explain what year it is
to Uncle Truman.

Oh, and, um,
let Jules fix your hair.

He's a genius,
you're gonna be great.

Nothing here can't be fixed.

It's magic land.

What's the matter with you?
What do you think you're doing?

It's 1978.

What year are you stuck in?

Well, I can't tell you, honestly.

Jesus, Tru.

What are you...
what are you doing?

- Are you working?
- Yes, on the book, Dicky.

Mm. No, you're not.

Well, my confidence
took a bit of a knock

after what happened, sure.

Yeah, and wasting
more of your time

trying to sell yourself
to the movies?

Are you letting all those ladies
get to you?

I mean, I told them.

What did you tell them, Dick?

"What did you expect of him?
He's a writer.

"You think he was just gonna
watch you guys

and not use any of it?"

Thank you, Richard.

It's time to move on,
get your fire back.

You want
the schadenfreude assholes

who rule this town to win?

Don't let them win.

So, what do you want, dear?

- Do you really want to model?
- I'm not sure.

I might be better
at the styling part.

Yeah?

Dance, would you?

♪ Last night
a DJ saved my life... ♪

- Dance?
- Dance. Movement.

Movement is youth, Kate.

♪ Saved my life... ♪

Uh-huh.

Sure.

Movement is what, Dick?

Youth, Truman,
movement is youth.

You never made me dance
or move around.

Well, that's because you were
always so drunk, I was afraid

you were gonna fall
and break your goddamn neck.

Oh, Kate,
you're beautiful, for sure,

but don't let Truman
make you be his little poppet.

He's got ulterior motives.
He's got history.

Right, Truman?

♪ I don't know what I'd do ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Last night
a DJ saved my life ♪

♪ Last night a DJ saved my life
from a broken heart ♪

♪ Last night
a DJ saved my life ♪

♪ Last night a DJ
saved my life with a song ♪

♪ Last night
a DJ saved my life... ♪

Truman, I want to sit down.

Is there anywhere
to actually sit?

No, didn't I just tell you,
dear heart?

Movement is youth.
We got to keep moving, C.Z.

Time never stops.

You can't let it
get ahead of you.

If you blink, baby,
the world passes you by.

It may be too late, kid.

♪ Last night
a DJ saved my life ♪

♪ Last night a DJ saved my life
from a broken heart ♪

♪ Last night
a DJ saved my life. ♪

I don't like this.

Two sweaty oldies but goodies

puttering around
the dance floor.

God, it's unseemly.

I look like the grandmother
from The Addams Family.

No, you look happy, C.Z.

All publicity's good publicity.

What is it that Andy says?
"The only thing that matters

is how many column inches
you take up on the page."

If you're an artist, maybe,
but in my circles,

it's all about knowing
when to enter and when to exit.

We had our time.

The Black and White Ball,
the twist, that was ours.

Not disco.

I will not be seen
like this again.

You know, I was coming back
from Dick's the other day

and I happened to touch Kate's
hand in the back of the cab.

It was startling.

Look at these liver spots.

And the thing is,
I still feel like I'm 30,

so why shouldn't I act like it?

Everybody gets old
and then they just go,

"Oh, I guess I'm old," and so
then they shrivel up and die.

But maybe the secret
to immortality...

...is to never admit defeat.

The secret to immortality,

for you, Truman, is to write.

Keep writing.

My God, you've sacrificed
so much for this book.

Just finish it
and you'll live forever.

Because he won't screw her.

That's why she's wearing
that hideous little wrist brace.

No, it's nothing
to do with tennis,

it's his endless demand
for hand jobs.

Mrs. Watson wants to know
when you're gonna pay your tab.

It's true, he sits there
flipping through...

- You're two months late.
- ...the chorus boys' headshots

while she's pumping away.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Diane, I'm going
to have to call you back.

The Inquisition has arrived.

Same to you. All right.

That happened to be
a very important call,

if you care to know.

Do you even want
to stop with this?

I have to drink.

I am going
on television tonight.

A talk show, and I get nervous.

I've got to be on,
and there's a sweet spot

right around three and a half
drinks when I really sing.

You said you were
gonna write today.

- You promised me.
- Yeah, tell me,
what did I promise you?

Paying your bills, getting you
headshots by the best,

and an agent and jobs.

Is that not enough?

Hmm?

Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear.

I didn't mean...

It's just...

I'm doing the best I can,
you have to believe me.

Kate, I...

You know, three years ago,
I said on Johnny Carson's show

that Jacqueline Susann looked
like a truck driver in drag.

And I am still reaping

the benefits
from that one little joke.

All the talk shows want me on.

They want me to talk
about my feuds...

♪ And who I love
and who I hate and... ♪

And that's how I pay
the rent now.

It's not through writing,
it's through being a persona.

That's my career now.

You're just like him.

Papa.

I thought you were different.

But it's always the same,
isn't it?

It's all the same.

You're right,
I know, I know, I know.

Just let me get through tonight.

I don't know what kind
of men are going to be left.

I mean, Peter Beard,
you know, he,

he was a throwback
to the swashbucklers,

but there's not a lot like him.

I mean, have all
the straight men

moved back to Los Angeles?

Ten years is all I can do
in a marriage.

- Mm.
- Ten with Howard,

ten with Leland
and ten with Ken.

Don't laugh.

Come on, at least, at least now,

divorce is a badge of honor
and not a scarlet letter.

Well, it's that we expect it
to always stay

magical and exciting.

It doesn't
have to be good, Slim,

it just has to be reliable.

No, Cee.

Why can't it be
everything all at once?

Sex, money
and an endless adventure.

Because that would be
yet another story.

Did you catch Truman's
talk show appearance?

Gore Vidal is suing.

And Truman, in order
not to be served papers,

is apparently hiding in a rehab.

He's trying. He really is.

He told me, Lee,
he tried to call you

because you told the story,
you can confirm it.

If you testify,
you could save him.

His reputation,
and what's more is...

he has no money now.

- He could lose it all.
- The story of Jackie

being manhandled by Gore,
I have no recollection of it.

It never happened,
I never told it.

Besides, really,
I am so tired of it all.

Just two fags fighting.

I'm not getting involved anyway.

The way she said it.

"Just two fags fighting."

I mean, really, Lee.

We owe them
a modicum of respect.

The homosexuals, I mean.

We've all relied on walkers
over the years.

A safe man to take us out,
laugh with,

a buffer against
prying eyes and hands.

What's more,
a homosexual won't drop you

after you reach a certain age.

If anything,
they lift you higher.

It is a vital relationship.

There's a way one can be
in their company

that's different than how you
have to be with other women.

You can finally drop the armor.

I don't know if today's women
wear armor at all.

They don't have to,
they're "liberated."

Having to go out with a man,
gay or straight, it's over.

- The end of the walker.
- Oh, gosh, I need gloves.

Yes, with all these treatments,

I'm beginning to understand what
a pincushion must feel like.

Needles in my hands, arms.

Bill noticed the bruising

and, of course,
had to make a comment.

So, from now on,
I'm going to be covered

every hour, every day.

Driving gloves, daywear gloves.

Hell, I'm even going
to start a trend:

watching TV wearing gloves.

And you know I can do it.

Darling.

When you have cancer,
it's okay to have cancer.

Wait.

- Where... where is it?
- Excuse me, dear,

what's happened
to the glove department?

- The glove department?
- Yes. Ms. Pigeon?

Oh, yes. She's retired.

- Hmm.
- We may have something

over in hosiery,

but our clientele don't wear
a lot of gloves anymore.

We try to keep
a very current inventory.

You might try Lord & Taylor.

Palm Springs is
the perfect place

to dry out because you never
want to go out anywhere.

It's all washed-up starlets
and old queens,

prickly as the cacti
that stand guard

over their white stucco
fortresses.

What are you doing right now?

Oh, just writing.

Well, I can go.
I don't want to disturb you.

No, no,
it's perfect timing, dear.

I've been scribbling away
all morning, very Proustian.

That's great. Is the book
shaping up as you'd hoped?

- What, honey?
- I said is the book shaping up

- as you'd hoped?
- Not at all.

And I couldn't be happier.

What do you mean?

Well, you'll find this
in your own work.

When you sit down to write,

the book will tell you what
it really wants to be about.

- Mm-hmm?
- - This particular novel Answered Prayers

insists that it's going
to be about friendships,

how unlivable life is
without them.

Now, I was charged a hefty price
for this insight, surely,

but I'm starting to see
that maybe it was

what needed to happen
in order for me to write.

I'm really happy for you,
Truman.

- Kate, get off the phone.
- Oh, gosh.

Just a second.

I hope you wiped down
that telephone receiver.

You never know where anything
in Andy's Factory has been.

Go out, be young,
paint yourself blue

- and run around in the nude.
- Okay.

Once you get to be my age,
all you'll want to do is

retreat and never be
nude, ever.

Oh, that's the handyman, love.

- I got to go.
- Okay.

- Hugs and kisses.
- Okay, bye.

Mm, coming.

Howdy.

Here about the garbage disposal.

Howdy yourself.
Come right in.

Mm. Well, I never knew
the importance

of the garbage disposal.

Who knew it was so essential
to modern life?

I only encountered it
when I was unable to shred

the remains of
the coquille Saint Jacques.

When I hit the thing
you see here,

it doesn't... do the thing.

Might be the shredding disc.

Did you check if you tripped up
the overload protector?

No, it's just,
when I hit the thing,

it doesn't do... the thing.

I got you, buddy.

Come here, let me show you
how it works.

You want to push
that red button down,

hold it for about
three seconds.

That should reset it.

You want to give it a try?

If Jack could see me now.

Two, three.

There you go.
All right.

Is that it?

Well, I might need to get
in there for a second.

Mm. Usually, when
something breaks,

I just learn to live around it.

Jack is, um... Oh, never mind.

Tell me about you.
Who are you?

Where are you from?
Not from Palm Springs?

No. Illinois.
Born and bred.

Illinois.
Yes, I thought as much.

You're too corn-fed
to be a desert rat.

So, did you come out here
for a girl?

To get away from one, actually.

Yeah, she was awful pretty.

Almost married her, too.

Dad had a sugar beet factory.

Gonna set me up real good.

Mm, a beautiful girl,
a stable job,

and yet you came running out
to the desert.

So you're an experiences person.
Life over comfort.

I'm exactly the same way.

What's your dream, if you could
do anything in the world?

Probably open a hog shop.

A what?

You know, motorcycles.
Sell 'em, fix 'em.

That's my Harley-Davidson
outside,

1976 Super Glide.

Mmm. Harley-Davidson
motorcycles.

Illinois.

How fascinating.

Yeah. All done.

You know, I usually do
air condition repair, too.

Marvelous.

Say, Rick, I wonder if you'd be
at all interested

in having your cock sucked.

So, have you ever let a man
do that to you,

or just plain Jane

in Buckwheat, Illinois?

No, never.

Might have been the best
blow job I've ever had

in my life, though.

Well, the secret is to glide
with the thumb.

My friend Wallis Simpson
summers in Nantes.

She picks up these
priceless little nuggets

of wisdom from fishermen.

Nantes. Where's that?

France, dear heart.
Have you been to Europe?

Been once.
Went to Korea.

Well, that's the best part
of Europe.

If you've seen Korea,
you've seen the whole place.

You're just darling.
Don't ever change.

- Promise me.
- Hmm.

You know, a lot of guys
have trouble

looking another man in the eyes
when they're together,

but you're not afraid
of anything, are you?

Hmm. I don't like snakes much.

Well, I don't know about you,

but I've worked up
an appetite.

What do you say we go
to Hamburger Hamlet?

I'll buy you anything
you want.

I bet you can put away
three milkshakes, huh?

Mm.

Afraid I got to be
hitting the road.

I got a 4:00
in the Movie Colony. AC.

Well...

I'll just have to
come with you, then.

♪ Gonna wrap my arms
around you ♪

♪ Hold you close to me ♪

♪ Oh, babe, I want to taste
your lips, I wanna... ♪

Sing it, man!
Scream into the wind.

I don't know it.

Is this a big song right now?

It's the big song.

Well, I guess that makes me
officially old.

The lyrics to popular songs
are a code for the young

- and the young only.
- ♪ Till the night closes in ♪

Once you don't know them,
you're no longer in the club.

♪ Till the night closes in. ♪

No, so, socialites,
they do shit.

You just don't usually
catch them in the act.

However, on a yacht
the quarters are very close.

It's much harder to be discreet.

Now, my friend Minnie Peltz,
she'd been married ten years,

and as far as her husband knew,

she'd only ever used the toilet

to flush
the occasional goldfish.

And she planned
to keep that appearance up,

thank you very much.

So, for four weeks at sea,
she didn't crap once.

She was so horribly
stopped up,

her belly was sticking out
further than her feet.

She was having contractions.

Finally, they were forced
to drop anchor,

and a Croatian doctor gave her
a suppository.

Yeah, you know what that is?

When they take a big old
horse pill

and they slather it in Crisco

- and they stick it
up your butthole.
- Mm-hmm.

- Mm-hmm.
- So that night

she gave birth to a shit baby.

And, honest to God,
she dropped 13 pounds.

- 13 pounds?
- But here's the kicker.

Guess what the name
of the boat was.

- What?
- The Royal Flush.

The Royal Flush!

That can't be true.

- Is it?
- Well, if it isn't,
it should be.

You're a funny man.
Funny man, Truman.

I'm going back to New York
on Monday.

Why don't you come with me?

You're smart, witty, charming.

You're much too big
for this town.

Really?

You think?

Isn't New York all fancy?

Oh, fancy's over.

It apparently went out
with the pill box hat.

Rosalynn Carter has
ushered in a new era.

Real is what's in.

People want salt-of-the-earth

straight shooters.

You know, in high school
I won homecoming king

- two years in a row.
- You see?

You were born for
the society life.

They'll gobble you right up.

What would I talk about?

Well, you can talk
about anything you like.

What would you want
to talk about?

I don't know.

You should see what happens

when people try to fix
their own air conditioner.

Very interesting, Rick.

I fail to grasp
the basic principle

of cooling air.

These are the mysteries
that keep you up at night, Tru?

It's all about the Freon, babe.

The gas goes through
the condenser,

makes its way through the coil,
comes out as liquid.

We should order the gooseberry
soufflé for dessert.

It takes a while, so...

But you need the right tools.

The gauge for the condenser.

Mallets, hacksaws,
chisels, files.

I'm taking Rick to
They're Playing Our Song

on Broadway;
Lucie Arnaz is in it.

Yeah, I know them
from Palm Springs.

Lucille Ball, hell of a gal.

Yeah, I met little Lucie
swimming laps.

We're gonna go backstage
and see them, right, Truman?

So, do we know, is Lee in town?

I had to fix Lucy's condenser
once. Freon everywhere.

Palm Springs in summer
is wonderful.

We go to the movies
every time we go.

It's the only cool place.

Saw That's Entertainment,
A Star Is Born,

The Pink Panther Strikes Again
all in one day

when it was 120 degrees out.

Guess who keeps those
movie theaters cool.

I'm going mad.
I'm actually going mad.

C.Z., have you seen Lee?

Because she's going to help me

with this hideous lawsuit
of Gore's.

You're being sued? Why?

Oh, because, dearest man,
I-I went on a talk show

and I dared to tell the truth
about Gore Vidal.

Who's Gore Vidal?

Oh, an untalented hack
of a writer

who was thrown out
of the White House

by Robert Kennedy Jr.
for insulting Jackie's mother

Mrs. Hugh D. Auchincloss.

And then he had the nerve
to touch Jackie

violently and inappropriately
on the right shoulder.

He was drunk.

A man should never touch a girl.

Like, never do that.

But Gore denies all this,
you see,

and Lee is Jackie's sister.

And she's going to confirm
that what I said

is utterly true.

Oh, just apologize to Gore
and it all goes away.

Really, do you,
do you actually want to be mired

in a lawsuit with him?

Just be friends, Truman.

Friends?

No, I do feel sad for Gore.

Very sad that he has
to breathe every day.

Never back down
when a pretentious toady

spits Freon at you,
dear heart,

or they'll just keep doing it.

The wit and wisdom
of Truman Capote, part ten.

I never met a man who has

a natural aroma like you have.

You smell like some sort of
hazelnut patchouli

lemon desert sage.

It oozes out of every pore.

Come on, Truman,
that's ticklish.

I know, but I've been looking
forward to you loosening me up.

This Gore stuff.

I thought you'd like to do me

like in that porno I showed you,

Boys in the Sand.

Oh, I do, but I'm tired.

All that shopping and
that fancy French restaurant.

- Come on.
- What do you mean?

Come on. I mean, I have
certain needs, you know.

Now we're like an old pair
of shoes together

after one month.

Look, your friend Andy's
on Love Boat.

Ooh, look at him.

Oh, my God, it's a horror show.

They put embalming fluid
in his foundation, didn't they?

Well, I should be on this.

They'd love to have me,
wouldn't they?

Don't you think,
if Andy's doing it?

Yeah.

Look at my skin.

It's all vines,
like a map of the Nile.

And yours is plump
and fresh as a newborn's.

It's all the vodka.
Sucks out the moisture

till you're as dry as
an old smoked kipper.

Shh!

Watch the show.
It's so good.

Look, you want to,

want me to let you blow me
during the commercials?

Yeah? Fantasy Island's
on next.

Okay?

Well, it's finally happened.

What's happened?

I've gone out of style.

Truman, the fact is,
Gore Vidal has

a good case for defamation.

And Lee Radziwill is not
returning my calls.

Lee's not calling you back?

But aren't you
her attorney, too?

I handled the divorce, yeah,

but lawsuits make people
squeamish.

They behave like
you're contagious,

as though it's a leprosy.

I'll write a draft
of an apology for you...

No, no apologies. No!

No. If you don't mind,
I'm calling C.Z. Guest.

I'm fed up.

Secrets.

These women and their secrets.

Hello?

Dear heart,
it's Uncle Truman here.

Look, I really need
to ask you something.

Well, make it quick, Uncle.

Cornelia and I are making
samosas

for her show and tell at school.

Look, why is Lee doing
everything she can

not to help me with this
wretched Gore situation?

Oh, God, Truman,
do I have to be dragged

into the middle of this?

Cornelia, that's enough
cumin, darling.

No, you know and you're
not telling me.

Truman, okay, here's what it is.

She's not going to help you.

She's not?

She made a nasty remark.

Well, what did Lee say?

They are two fags.

It's the most disgusting...

I'm-I'm not getting
involved anyway.

It's that side of her
that's just savage.

I suppose
I should have told you,

but it was too ugly,
and I thought

you'd have settled it
with Gore by now.

Lee said that?

Well, I hope someone's
telling her

that her new love interest
Mr. Herbert Ross

has sucked more cocks
than a deckhand

on the Fire Island Ferry
come August.

I have to go.
Just apologize to Gore

and move on.

Now that's a kick
in the rubber parts, Burt.

Lee.

I'm afraid she's just had
too much pain in her life

to help a friend now.

Truman, apologize to
Gore Vidal for God's sake.

All this stress is killing you.

You need to finish the book.

I can't keep defending you
to Random House.

Go down to my house in Boca,
dry out,

and finish Answered Prayers.

Enough with the dramas, please.

Aren't you tired?

Aren't I tired?

Exhausted, Burt.
Simply exhausted.

But if everyone's
turning against me,

when do I dare sleep?

And it's happened before,

this thing they do,
this shaming.

This use of the word "fag."

I don't know why.

Is this what all women do
behind the backs

- of their gay friends?
- Oh, Truman.

You are talking
about Lee Radziwill,

perhaps the unhappiest,
most covetous famous sister

in New York, if not America.

And Ann Woodward,

a self-murdering killer,
for God's sake.

This is not exactly
a representative demographic.

No, I think
it's pervasive, Jack.

It's contempt,
and we just live with it.

Humming in the background.

Gay men have always had these
particular kind of women friends

who all have their odd,
arid marriages

and their little affairs.

And we're sort of Pomeranians
to them, aren't we?

There to cuddle when they need
something fluffy to hold onto.

But should we growl
or show our teeth,

- then it's off
to the pound we go.
- Yes.

Let me explain something to you,
and perhaps you'll hear it.

Whatever force
that hypnotized you

about your fucking swans was...

It's a distortion, Truman.
This is, this is a mirage.

These are entrapped lost souls,

these ladies of Manhattan
that you've collected,

and you're so much better
now that the spell is broken.

I don't think that you actually
realize that you wrote

"La Cote Basque" in order
to free yourself of them.

So what now, what?
You're scared?

You amputated them.

You never really needed them.

Jack, Jack, Jack.

So much wisdom in you.

I spend so much time
resenting that about you,

and it's the thing
I most love about you.

What?

Look at them.
Babes in arms.

Were we ever that young?

We were younger, actually,
when we met.

- Were we?
- Mm-hmm.

Do you really have to
go back to Switzerland, Jack?

Oh, come on.
You've got Kid Freon, okay?

I'm heading back, yes.

Skiing's good right now,

and I have my own book
to finish.

We're still us.

Even when I'm not here...

...we're us.

I didn't have a booze problem,

I had a tranquilizing problem.

I was taking a lot
of tranquilizers

'cause I'm an extremely
highly strung person

and always have been.

And I've, I've been taking,
uh, the tranquilizers

for over a period of ten years,

which is a long time.

And it's not how many, it's
the cumulative effect of them.

I mean, these doctors that
had me on these valium

and Librium...

Well, it's a big fall for me.

I'm going to be doing press,

and I have a new fella.

So I just have to look good.

Well, it's pretty
straightforward.

I go along
the natural line here...

Oh.

...of the upper lid
above the eye,

trimming as I go.

And then the lower lid, Tru,
I got to cut out the fat

that created these bags,

which are filled with vodka,
as far as I can tell.

Look, I've stopped, I've
cleaned up, Norman, honestly.

And we got to get the neck, too.

Platysmaplasty is really where
it's gonna help

because your neck is
in terrible shape.

I know.

You got to take better care
of yourself.

Those peels we did,
that's all erased

because of your terrible
health habit.

No, a new leaf, I'm telling you.

Norman, just make me look
the way I used to.

Okay.

I want to match on the outside

the way I feel on the inside.

- Okay, well, I'll try.
- I want to stun them all.

- I need to.
- Hey, babe,

you've stunned them all already
with your excerpt,

- which I loved.
- Thank you, Norman.

So tell me, when is
the book coming out?

Are you close to done?
I want to read the rest.

Well, I work every day.

You know, Norman, I went light
on them in "Cote Basque."

They were offended, really?

It's so much worse.
I was kind.

Please, when I think about what
they're putting me through...

This censoriousness,
as though I were

some lapdog meant to heel,

like one of Wallis Simpson's
fucking pugs.

Well, I loved it.

Uh, I can do the surgery
next month on the tenth.

That sounds good.

I'm worried about
the pain, of course.

- Why?
- Well, people think I'm strong,

but I can't bear physical pain,
I really can't.

You'll be fine.

What is all this now?

Well, Sunny von Bülow
recommended these ones

but told me not to
mix 'em with these.

Yeah, Halcion doesn't
go well with anything,

let alone Vicodin.

What do you want,
respiratory arrest?

- Let me see what else
you have in here.
- No.

Valium, Dilantin, codeine.
Tuinal.

Where did you get this one?

This isn't even legal
in this country, Truman.

I wish I'd married a nice
Jewish doctor like you.

Oh, shut up.

One who'd keep all my pills
in order for me

and dispense them properly.

Well, I'm taken.

Promise you'll protect me
from the pain.

Would I lie to you?

You think I want to
end up in your book?

Oh... Okay.

Oh, Rick.

Yeah.

Well, you're going sooner
than I thought,

but you stayed longer
than I expected.

Do you need some money?

Tru, I told you,

air conditioning repair
is very lucrative.

Look, I'm just going to say it.

I can't be your boyfriend.

I can't.

No, I guess not.

No.

I miss my fiancée.

You're engaged?

Gina.

She works at the I. Magnin

at the Desert Fashion Plaza Mall

where you got me this watch.

- Do you want it back?
- No, dear, I don't.

Keep the Rolex and think of me
as time goes by.

Part of me wants
to scream at you

and say you're a lying,
rotten user,

and your tumbleweed
of a girlfriend is...

department store trash,

and she'll scrape her teeth
on your cock

every time
she puts it in her mouth.

But for some dumb reason,

I can't quite figure out
how to be mad at you.

Take care of yourself, Tru.

Don't let the monsters get you.

You know, maybe
you should get a teddy bear.

Something to hold onto
at night.

Well, send me one
from I. Magnin.

Make it cute, in a sailor suit.

I will.

♪ Just a perfect day ♪

♪ Drink sangria in the park ♪

♪ And then later ♪

♪ When it gets dark,
we go home ♪

♪ Just a perfect day ♪

♪ Feed animals in the zoo... ♪

Answered Prayers,
Chapter 20, "Our Time."

Being the last will
and testament of P.B. Jones.

My moment was brief
in that time.

My body was lithe enough
to attract men

and women as much as...

as often as they or I needed.

And friends, too, came easily.

Because when
you are in your time,

you attract people
to your light.

You can laugh easily
and recover instantly

from booze
and slights and bruises.

I had that with my friends.

Now I have only one or two left.

Friends. Old together.

As I lay here
on a hammock in Tangier,

alone as far
as the eye can see,

time zones distant
from anyone who knows me,

what I remember is mostly
the sun and how it felt on skin.

That is what friendship,
the love of friends, feels like.

Luck.

Salt when you lick someone's
sun-dappled arm.

Light.

And that is what I miss,

because in this desert heat,

I do not feel it now.

♪ Oh, it's such a perfect day ♪

♪ I'm glad I spent it with you ♪

♪ Oh, such a perfect day ♪

♪ You just keep me hanging on ♪

♪ You just
keep me hanging on ♪

♪ You're going to reap
just what you sow ♪

♪ You're going to
reap just what you sow ♪

♪ You're going to reap
just what you sow. ♪

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