Reds Page #4

Of course, but...

But don't you think, Emma,

that if Debs gets a lot of votes,

it'll strengthen that image?

No, I don't. I think voting is the opium

of the masses in this country.

Every four years, you deaden the pain.

Yeah, but...

Don't you think...

I just made it very clear

what I think, Miss Bryant.

Come on, E.G.

Don't be so goddamn dogmatic.

- Louise has a point. She says...

- Suddenly I'm dogmatic.

Why does my status change

every time you get a new woman, Jack?

Bernie, could I have the red wine?

Louise, would you like a glass?

She's just... She's upset with me.

It's got nothing to do with you.

Nothing to do with you.

Thank you. It's a great comfort.

The house is completely filled

with people when you're gone.

They use it as if it was

a meeting hall or something.

- I can't get any work done.

- Just throw them out.

- How am I supposed to throw them out?

- Just kick them out.

Tell them to leave.

I'm not going to

say to Max Eastman, "Leave."

- Just throw them out.

- Jack?

Jack, is that you?

Jack, it's very good to see you.

- Hello, Horace. How are you?

- Very good to see you.

- You know Louise Bryant?

- Yes, hello. How are you?

- Very nice to see you.

- How do you do?

Great pleasure.

- Hi, Max. How are you?

- Divine, Horace.

- And Floyd, good to see you.

- Hello, Horace.

Still getting arrested, Jack?

I try.

How about you, Miss Bryant?

Are you trying to get arrested, too?

No, not really.

- What do you do, Miss Bryant?

- I write.

You write? Now, may I ask,

what are you working on?

It's impossible to describe.

It's impossible to describe?

She just did a hell of a piece

on the influence of the Armory Show

and you ought to read it.

Well, you know,

I very much would like to read that.

Why don't you give me a call

at The Metropolitan?

In fact, even better,

why don't we have a drink on Thursday?

- Fine.

- We can talk about the Armory Show.

- It's a date, then.

- Well, all right.

That's wonderful. Fine.

Jack!

Now, you stay out

of the slammer, now, okay?

Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.

It's nice to see you.

- Jack, please don't do that.

- What?

He's the editor of Metropolitan.

I've known him for years.

- Jack, I can speak for myself.

- So can your work.

- I don't want you to do that...

- Taxi's waiting, Jack.

Oh. Taxi's waiting, Jack.

Jack...

I'll see you at the end

of the week, okay?

- Okay?

- Wait. Wait.

Maybe I will call him about Thursday.

Yeah, call him about Thursday.

Yeah, yeah.

- See you, boys.

- Bye-bye, Jack.

- Bye-bye, Jack.

- See you.

See you, Jack.

"The railroad's opening new frontiers,

"and crisscrossing it all

are the railroads.

"The railroad's opening new frontiers,

"and in turn, these frontiers...

"And in turn, these frontiers..."

Oh, God.

It is repetitious.

We're not human beings,

we're a commodity.

- And how many days a week?

- Seven days.

- Every day?

- They said,

"If you don't come to work on Sunday,

don't come on Monday."

- What do you make an hour?

- 20 cents.

How many times have they

slammed the door on your face

because the labor you do

is called unskilled?

That's right, Bill.

Well, the IWW's not gonna

turn you down

- because you're unskilled.

- Listen to him, George.

Or skilled. Or black or white or yellow.

Seven days a week.

- What do you make an hour?

- 10 cents an hour.

One big union.

- All workers belong...

- Listen, read that. That's important.

I'm looking for a lathe worker

named Pasquale Alberti.

He had an industrial accident. He got

his leg crushed. Do you know him?

Yeah, sure, Harvard.

Is that what they wanna read about

in Greenwich Village now,

industrial accidents?

And for that, we need power.

And there's only one way to get power.

Organize!

All the workers together!

One big union!

And the war the IWW

wants you to get into is class war!

Not a war in Europe!

War against the capitalists!

You'll never get anything or anywhere,

until the whole working class

belongs to one big...

All right, gentlemen,

you've got 20 seconds

to vacate the premises.

May I ask on what authority?

On my authority.

This is an illegal assembly.

Excuse me, Officer. These men

have the legal right to assemble.

That's all they're doing.

We know what the hell they doing.

- What the hell you doing?

- Me?

You.

- I write.

- You write?

You wrong.

Get him out of here!

Here they are.

The folio. The oeuvre.

Well...

How is Jack?

I do hope he's being more careful

about what he's writing these days.

I'd hate to see him not able

to get into print.

Oh, I'm sure he'll do fine.

Did you tell him

where we were having drinks?

No, I will. He's out of town.

Mr. Whigham, excuse me, but

the Armory Show piece is on the top.

Oh, this is the Armory...

- Yes.

- Yes. Of course. Here it is.

Well...

I really ought to spend

more time on this.

Oh, yes, of course.

What about dinner?

- Dinner?

- Jack wouldn't mind.

- Why would he mind?

- Well, we're all grownups, of course,

but Jack's rather...

He's rather an odd duck, isn't he?

And I've never really known how...

Mr. Whigham, are you saying you need

Jack's permission

to make a pass at me?

Don't get so upset about it.

For Christ's sake,

I made two little tiny changes...

Don't rewrite what I write, Pete.

What the hell's the matter

with you, Jack?

The IWW's a bunch of Reds.

Come on.

We got Reds in the IWW,

got Reds in the Village.

We've got nothing

but Reds around here.

For Christ's sake,

you're the best goddamn writer around.

Now, what the hell

you wanna waste your time

with a lot of Red propaganda

nobody's ever gonna print?

It's the truth.

Does that mean anything around here?

Well, who the hell's to say

what the truth is?

A bunch of goddamn Reds in the IWW?

You're not being fair to the AF of L.

- Now, give me the goddamn article...

- You're gonna rewrite what I write.

I'm just gonna take it

to a magazine that won't.

Well, fine. Take it to The Masses.

- They're a bunch of Reds.

- Thank you.

- Who's gonna pay your rent?

- Rent's easy, Pete.

You just don't rewrite what I write.

You got that? Don't rewrite what I write.

You stubborn son of a b*tch.

Who's gonna pay your rent?

Louise?

I got every one in the shop.

We're broke, but we've got them all.

Thanks.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

- What is it?

- It's nothing. How'd it go?

A lot better than we thought it would.

- You see Whigham?

- Yesterday.

- How was that?

- We mostly talked about you, of course.

Did he offer you work?

No, but he made a big point

of telling me

what wonderful friends

you and he have become over the years.

It was a fascinating meeting.

Are you angry at Whigham or me?

What is it?

It's nothing.

You said you'd be back Tuesday

and it's Saturday.

Didn't I say I'd back

at the end of the week?

- The end of the week is Friday.

- The end of the week is Friday?

Saturday's not the

end of the week anymore, huh?

Jack, you said you'd be back Tuesday!

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