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

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