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EXT. LAZY-T RANCH - CORRAL - DAY
Mountain, meadow and sky dwarf this fine spread. Trumbo
walks along the fence while Niki rides a horse next to him.
NIKI:
So, are you a Communist?
DALTON TRUMBO:
I am.
NIKI:
Is it against the law?
DALTON TRUMBO:
It is not.
NIKI:
That lady with the big hat said
you’re a “dangerous radical.” Are
you?
DALTON TRUMBO:
Radical, maybe. Dangerous, only to
men who fling Cokes.
NIKI:
You don’t want to overthrow the
government?
DALTON TRUMBO:
No, we have a good government. But
anything good can be better, don’t
you think?
NIKI:
Is Mom a Communist?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
DALTON TRUMBO:
No.
NIKI:
Am I?
DALTON TRUMBO:
Let’s give you the official test.
Mom packs your favorite lunch...
NIKI:
Salami.
DALTON TRUMBO:
...and you see someone at school
with no lunch -- what do you do?
NIKI:
Share?
DALTON TRUMBO:
You don’t tell them to get a job?
NIKI:
(aware she’s being teased)
No.
DALTON TRUMBO:
Offer a loan at six percent?
NIKI:
Dad.
DALTON TRUMBO:
Then just ignore them.
NIKI:
No.
He studies his oldest daughter with great affection.
DALTON TRUMBO:
Well, well. You little Commie.
INT. EDWARD G. ROBINSON’S MANSION - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Elegant, tasteful, its walls glowing colorfully with: Six
spotlit French Impressionist paintings. Seated under a
Renoir, Trumbo is debating with Robinson and a small
gathering of DIRECTORS, PRODUCERS, ACTORS and WRITERS.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
EDWARD G. ROBINSON
Trumbo, as usual, you only make
sense to you. Let ’em call you a
Communist, me a Democrat -- both
legitimate parties, yours is just
meaner and duller but nothing
illegal about any of it.
DALTON TRUMBO:
Yet.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON
Hunter, tell your friend to dial
down the paranoia and have a drink.
This to screenwriter IAN McLELLAN HUNTER, 32, quick mind, sad
eyes, sharp wit, always puffing on a pipe:
IAN MCLELLAN HUNTER
I don’t think he’s being paranoid
enough.
EDWARD G. ROBINSON
Not you, too.
Trumbo pulls several booklets of mimeoed paper from a valise.
DALTON TRUMBO:
I’ve drawn up a little pamphlet.
(passing them out)
Subject:
“Congress Unaware ofAmendment.”
ARLEN HIRD (O.S.)
They’re aware...
Everyone turns to the man saying:
ARLEN HIRD (CONT’D)
...they just don’t give a sh*t.
ARLEN HIRD is 40s, caustic, dyspeptic; the BUTLER offering
him a canape, which he waves off --
ARLEN HIRD (CONT’D)
All they care about is this nice,
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