An American Affair Page #2

Fine, get a job, just not with her...

Okay, Adam, working for her

is alright.

Mike!

Just don't linger, okay?

Do what she asks, then come home.

Okay, buddy?

Okay.

What'd you do at school today?

Nothing.

Great.

All free men, where ever they may live

are citizens of Berlin,

and therefore

as a free man,

I take pride in the words:

Ich bin ein Berliner.

There are many people in the world

that really don't understand... or say they don't

what is the difference between the free world

and the communist world.

Let them come to Berlin.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

What?

So you and the president really are friends.

Of course we are.

We met at school.

What's that supposed to mean?

I was looking out my window last night and...

And saw nothing.

You saaw absolutely nothing.

Okay, sorry...

There are some things, Adam, that are private.

And they should stay that way.

Like your son?

Who told you about my son?

My parents.

Your parents...

Oh my God...

If you had a son, then you must

have a husband, right?

Ex husband.

What's he like?

He's gone, that's what he's like.

He was a, a little boy.

Just like you.

I'm not a little boy.

No, I don't suppose you are.

Where are you going?

Like if that's any of your business.

He won't talk to anyone

at Langley, Catherine?

Jack won't talk about it.

He says it's over and done with.

Perhaps you need to convince him

that the conversation must remain open.

- He said that Bobby said...

- Christ!

Bobby.

Air support.

That's what it was:

lack of air support.

Well it's always easy to second guess desicion once it's been made.

Especially when it's the wrong decision.

We are talking about the man who stood in front of the wall

and mispronounced "Berliner".

Ich bin ein Berliner:

We are all jelly dougnuts.

My God, can we talk about

something else, please?

It's Washington.

What else is there to talk about?

Life maybe?

Life? There is life outside politics?

There is nothing outside politics.

Catherine Caswell.

You should've seen him.

He came home full of mud.

Like he was in the Bay of Pigs.

The Boy Pigs.

Form is dead.

Hey.

- Hey.

We're going to your house, right?

Yeah, great.

Definitely.

Hey, guys.

Ready to go?

Magda's gonna come with us.

That's okay, isn't it?

Sure.

- I guess...

- Let go.

Cool house.

What do your parents do?

They're writers.

Journalists.

My mom's a writer...

cook books.

Cool.

You guys just pretend I'm not here.

I'm not here.

What was that?

It's kissing, you stupid.

French kissing.

I went to France once.

So you should know how to do this.

Of course.

What... is that?

It's uh... my tooth.

That is completely disgusting...

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