Reds

Was that in 1913 or 17?

I can't remember now.

I'm beginning to forget

all the people that I used to know, see?

Do I remember Louise Bryant?

Why, of course.

I couldn't forget her if I tried.

I can't...

I might sort of scratch my memory,

but not at the moment.

You know, things go

and come back again.

It was Christopher Street,

and I was thinking about

another street down there instead,

until it came back

that it was Christopher Street.

Sometimes I have lapses like that.

I'd forgotten all about them.

Were they socialists?

I guess they must've been,

but I don't think they were

of any importance.

I don't remember them at all.

I know that Jack went around

with Mabel Dodge,

and then he went around

with another gal,

and then he went around

with Louise Bryant.

I know there were shifts back and forth,

but it never occurred to me...

It never impinged on

my own personal life.

I like baseball.

I don't know what

the outside world thought of them.

But they were a couple.

I mean, you always spoke of

Louise Bryant and Jack Reed.

I recall his telling me

that he had two ambitions

when he came to college.

One was to be elected

president of his class.

He didn't know anyone in the class.

No one knew him.

The other was to make a million dollars

by the time he was 25.

Now, my idea about Jack Reed

is probably different from most.

But I knew him well.

I knew he was a man of strong views.

I knew he was independent.

And I have an idea,

I may be wrong of this,

that his wife was a Communist

and that his wife had influenced him,

as any wife does,

as you know and I know.

Louise Bryant?

Well, I thought she was something

of an exhibitionist.

No, I'm not gonna talk about people.

Don't fool yourself.

No, sir. I'm not... I'm not

a purveyor of neighborhood gossip,

or anything of the kind.

That's not my job.

He was quiet.

He was a nice fellow.

I would say, if I met him,

I would say he was a nice fellow.

He was, however, a fighting fellow

in regards to principles.

I said, I think,

that a guy who's always interested

in the condition of the world

and changing it

either has no problems of his own

or refuses to face them.

Jack...

Well, I wouldn't call him a playboy,

but some people did.

Jack Reed's life, short as it was,

happened at a time,

and all of us, after all,

are the victims of our time and place,

when he had the opportunity,

as a reporter,

to be in some very exciting

and dramatic places.

It isn't everybody can

be buried in the Kremlin,

and he's the only American.

Born in Portland, Oregon.

Now, isn't that something?

- What's he hugging?

- A statue.

Well, I can see that.

But what's it a statue of?

It's just a statue, Mr. Woodward.

- How much is it?

- It's $75.

- For a photograph?

- That's right, Mrs. Rudisile.

This is interesting, Mrs. Trullinger.

Not that it isn't very nice,

but it isn't a painting.

Mr. Woodward,

I'd like you to look at this.

- I think I see the intention here.

- Yes.

Eve dominates, you see?

The dream dominates the dreamer.

It's...

It looks blurry to me.

The other one looked blurry, too.

I think that's the intention

of the photographer, Mr. Woodward.

What? To be blurry?

But perhaps if you looked at it

from a different point of view...

Louise!

This is you?

Lovely figure.

Louise, have you taken

leave of your senses?

Don't be a fool, Paul.

You think I'm a fool

because I object to my wife

being displayed naked in front

of half the people I know...

Yes. My God,

it's a work of art in a gallery.

What's the matter with you?

You used to call Portland

a stuffy provincial coffin for the mind.

It may be stuffy and provincial,

but it also happens

to be a coffin where I earn a living.

You can take your living

and fill up teeth with it,

because I can earn my own living.

I have my work.

You consider a few articles in

The Oregonian and The Gazette work?

No, I'll tell you

what your work is, Louise.

It's making yourself

the center of attention.

It's shocking Louise Trullinger,

emancipated woman of Portland.

Now, we're gonna say good night

to these people and go home.

- I'm going to the Liberal Club.

- You're not going to the Liberal Club.

- I'm going to the Liberal Club, Paul.

- No, you're not...

It's very nice, Mrs. Trullinger. All of it.

It's very gratifying to hear,

isn't it, Louise?

Isn't it, Louise?

Of course, you know

who is going to be at the Liberal Club.

Patriotic Americans believe in freedom.

And unless we are willing to take arms

to defend our heritage,

we cannot call ourselves

patriotic Americans!

I'm proud to be free.

I'm proud to be an American.

And if the man

we elected President decides

that our freedoms are being threatened

and that the world must

be made safe for democracy,

then I know I won't be alone

in heeding the call of patriotism!

What is this war about?

Each man will have his own answer.

I have mine. I'm ready to be called!

Now, tonight we have with us

the son of Margaret

and the late C.J. Reed of Portland,

who has witnessed this war first-hand.

And I, for one, see no reason

why we here at the Liberal Club

shouldn't listen to what

Jack Reed has to say.

What would you say

this war is about, Jack Reed?

Profits.

What did he say?

Excuse me, Mr. Reed.

Hello, my name is Louise Bryant

and I am a journalist.

And I was wondering if you might

have time to give me an interview.

I'm sorry, I don't. I don't do interviews.

I had a piece in the Blast not long ago.

- Berkman's Blast? Really?

- That's right.

Well, when did you want

to do this interview?

Now.

I don't live here.

- I live in a house by the river.

- Oh, really.

My, my, my. Two places.

Yeah, I use this place as a studio.

Do you like white lilies?

They're my favorite flowers.

- You're not married, are you?

- No, I don't think I believe in marriage.

- Are you married?

- Marriage?

How could anyone believe in marriage?

I bet your mother's glad

to see you back in Portland.

Just glad when I'm not in jail.

Is this you?

Yes. Do you like it?

Yeah. I think they're...

- A little blurry, but this one's very nice.

- Yes.

It is. Now...

Granted, the profit motive

in the world economy

is a basic root cause for the war.

Do you feel that those

Americans who are pro-war

and who ascribe their motives

to patriotism are cynical or naive?

And, if they're cynical,

is it the cynicism of patriots

who feel that without a profit motive,

the power structure elite of this country

will not enter the war,

even though they feel

that the containment

of German militarism

may be necessary for...

All right, Miss Bryant, do you want

an interview? Write this down.

Are you naive enough to think

containing German militarism

has anything to do with this war?

Don't you understand that England

and France own the world economy

and Germany just wants a piece of it?

Keep writing, Miss Bryant.

Miss Bryant, can't you grasp

that J.P. Morgan

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