Z: The Beginning of Everything (2015–2017): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript

♫ After you've gone ♫

♫ And left me cryin' ♫

♫ After you've gone ♫

♫ There's no denyin' ♫

♫ You'll feel blue ♫

♫ You'll feel sad ♫

♫ You'll miss the only pal
you've ever had ♫

♫ There'll come a time ♫

♫ Now don't forget it ♫

This is not coming from me.

But some are
complaining of a draft.

To think,
I could be dead by now.

Well, nevertheless,
you stole my last cigarette.

Absolutely not.

Try not to die a liar.

Not to worry, gentlemen.

Everything is under control.

Carry on. A-ha!

Take that, prohibition.

Where would we be
if not for private clubs.

Out of work.

Totally unacceptable.

Daylight. Fitzgerald,
always jump in the daylight.

Draws a much bigger crowd.

Although, the splat is
far more indecorous.

To wit, Martin Baxter's
high dive of Holder Hall.

Where's the trade off,
then? Hm? Dealer's choice.

- Thank you, brethren.
- Noted.

What say you, Townsend?

They don't have much lift.

Perhaps they have aptitude.

Or just... family.

Dear God.
I have neither.

No need to marry, my friend.

There's always champagne.

I swear.
You are the worst shot

I've ever seen, John Sellers.

That's why we have
lots of ammo, Zelda Sayre.

Allow me.

Oh, you think you're
pretty good, do you?

I am deadly accurate
in everything I do.

Old Mr. Chads here.

The meanest teacher I ever had.

- Oh, he was harmless.
- Mm-mm.

Easy for you to say,
he liked you.

That's because he never knew

I was the one puttin' gum
on his seat.

Oh, that was you?

He'd jump up all
wiggly and squirmy,

grabbin' at his backside,

th... that squeaky little
voice of his

cooing like a pigeon.
Ooh, ooh.


Social studies.

Why do we even need to know
the state capitols?

I'm never going to Kansas.


Show off.





Deadly accurate.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.


Let me get the door.

We'll crawl in.

It's probably time
I was gettin' home.

No, but it's still early.

All right, then.

It's only a block away.

Well, it feels like
you're runnin' away.


Just walkin'.

'Night, John Sellers.

Goodnight, Zelda Sayre.

It's the damnedest thing,

Zelda writes how much
she misses me,

and then she says that she's
going off to Cotillion

with Peyton, Patton, Perry...

A girl has to keep
her options open.

What do you write back?

I think it's extremely
inconsiderate of her

to even expect me to.

I mean, she's the one
that's insisting that

I rewrite my novel
before she'll marry me.

Which you've done.

And I'm doing again.

Once I get off to
a good start, that is.


I just need to show her
that I can do it.

Hell, she knows I can.
I know I can.

But until then...

why not send her a note?

She's quite aware of
how I feel, Townsend.

In my experience...

Women like to be reminded.

Oh, you're so like a man,

Is it possible that
you are the worst friend

a fellow has ever had?

And thank you for
picking up my tab tonight.

Oh, no, thank Winston.

I signed his name to everything.

So you see, dearest Scott,

I worry that I'll never do
anything of import,

for I'm much too lazy to care

whether a thing is done or not.

All I truly want
is to be young always,

and to feel that
my life is my own.

Tildy says the people
of New York

all have different
kind of accents.

The likes of which
she's never heard.

Plenty of different accents
around here.

You mean, like,
Mississippi and Georgia?

They are different.

Are they not?

I think Tildy's talkin' about

non-southern type
accents, Daddy.

Yes, Tootsie, I understand.

- We about done here?
- Zelda, honey.

Could you post this for me?

I suppose so.

The streets are
filled to the brim

with people and cars
and buses and trolleys.

It's all one big swirl.

Nothin' to love
about the big city.

I think it sounds exciting.

Yet you passed on your chance.

Which is to our good fortune.

Still havin' you here with us.

So happy to
keep you happy, Daddy.

Livy and Ellie are
waitin' on me.

We're goin' to
the suffragette rally
this afternoon.

Do you want to come, Tootsie?

I promised Abigail I'd
baby sit little Camden.

What about Annie Laurie's
tea dance, Zelda?

Isn't that today?

Those affairs are insufferable.

More so than the
"insufferablegette" rally?

I find it gratifying that

Zelda has so many activities
to choose from.

Well, I'm off to march,
wave signs and shout slogans

that would curl your hair.

Nothing to love about
women voting.

Sorry I'm late.

Your family takes forever
to eat lunch.

- Livy.
- Well, she's right,
Ellie, they do.

I thought you changed your mind.

I wouldn't miss this.
It's historic,

and happening right here
in little old Montgomery.

Not to mention
it's something
to write about

in your next letter to
Mr. Scott Fitzgerald.

Dearest Scott,
the rally was
ever so amazing.

Why do you keep
writing him, anyway?

just because I told him
I wasn't gonna marry him

doesn't mean I can't
correspond, does it?

- Come on, Zelda.
- Whatever is the matter now?

I'm comin', I'm comin'.

Votes for women.
Violets for votes.

Votes for women.
Violets for votes.

Layout is ready,
illustrations are late.

Where are we on print?

Depends on which magazines.

And how much lead time.

Time, Life, Redbook.

National editions or regional?

What do they have to do
with teeth?

- He speaks.
- Excuse me?

What do Chesterfields
have to do with teeth?

Dentists recommend them.

For what, stains?

This is our first major shot
at the cigarette market.

Do you have any idea
how big this is gonna be?

Oh, this big?

Mr. Little,

people buy cigarettes
for their taste,

for the quality of the tobacco,

not for their teeth.

We've got dentists.

So, we have to get people
to buy Chesterfields

because dentists recommend them.

Makes your food
taste even better.

The brandy's
never been smoother.

Helps settle the stomach.

Doesn't sound
very "dentisty."

And what does sound
"dentisty" to you,
Mr. Fitzgerald?

Mr. Fitzgerald?

This is...
This is absurd.

This is the...

Can't do this anymore.

Now, look here, Fitzgerald...

No. Mr. Little,
allow me,

for I believe
this is the moment
in the meeting

wherein I quit.


And lose dentists.

Go with the singular.

"At the end of a long day
serving others,

"this dentist
relaxes with a calming
Chesterfield cigarette.

"It's all the service
he needs."

Write that down.

- Write that down.
- Okay.

I've spent today
in the graveyard,

all washed and covered with
weepy, watery blue flowers.

I'll just say,
but all the broken columns

and clasped hands
and doves and angels

mean romance to me.

Out of a row of
Confederate soldiers,

two or three will
make you think of
dead lovers.

They're exactly like the others,

even to the yellowish moss.

Oh, death is so beautiful.

So very beautiful.

We will die together.
I know.

Out of a row of
Confederated soldiers...

Oh, death is so beautiful.

So very beautiful.

So you see, dearest Scott...

I've spent today
in the graveyard.

...is to be young always.

We will die together.
I know.

I only stopped by to say hey

when Roger has to suddenly
go out back

and check his bait tanks.

So then this
Miss Elvina comes in,

she must have been
100 years old,

and I tell her, I say,

"Roger's just
a friend of my family's
in cotton,"

but she won't hear of it,
she just wants to talk fish.



Oh. Did she get
what she wanted?

I hope so.

I beat it out of there
the minute Roger got back.

I'm sorry.
Sometimes I...

I get goin' on a story.

Not at all, John.

I like it.

It speaks to your
general enthusiasm.

Well, I do have that.

I have something else.

My pin.

You know what this means, right?

I surely do.

Where is everybody, Mama?

I'm here.

I mean Daddy.

Rotary Club.

All right, then.

Well, Zelda, baby,
how is everything?


Just, you know,

wondering how everything is?

You are so bad at
fakin' things, Mama.

You know, don't you?
Well, I know you know.

Now, I may have run across
Mrs. Sellers at the grocery

And she just may have
mentioned that

John was gonna give me
his pin tonight?


I have lots of pins
from lots of boys, Mama.

I know, Zelda dear.

I've been followin' along
lo these many years,

but somehow
this one's different,
isn't it, baby?

How do you know when
it's different, Mama?

I don't know.

What kind of answer is that?

What kind of answer
did you want?

Well, he cares about you
a great deal.

Anyone can see that and...

You know, he'll certainly
be able to care for you.

Those are not
unimportant things.

I know that.

You and Daddy
never think I do,
but I do.

It's what
worried everyone so
about Scott.

But, Mama...

you weren't happy
marryin' Daddy.

Oh, come now, Zelda.

I know there were
other possibilities.

Were you in love
with any of them?

You can find
something to love
about every man

if you put your mind to it.

I don't want to
have to put my mind to it.

But you will, baby.

Whether you want to or not.

I'm just gonna run
this laundry downstairs.

I can do that, Mama.

Oh, of course.
Thank you, dear.

Excuse me, Miss Hunnicutt.

Mr. Perkins did ask me
to come by at 2:00.

And so you have.

Mr. Perkins
will see you now.

- Fitzgerald.
- Mr. Perkins.

There you are, my boy.

Have a seat.

Thank you for, uh...
for seeing me.

So, I've given it a read.

It's longer.

And quite different.

Don't forget your hat
this time, Mr. Fitzgerald.

Oh, Miss Hunnicutt.

Miss Hunni, Hunni,
Hunni, Hunni, Hunni,

- Come on, baby,
open it up.
- Don't rush me.

It's not a baby alligator.
It's not gonna bite ya.

- I said don't rush me.
- Oh, don't rush her,
it's comin' on Christmas.

Oh, my Lord,
will you look at that?

It's beautiful, Zelda.

I ain't never seen one like it.

- Oh.
- What about the letter?

- It's from Scott.
- We know that.

- What did he say?
- He sold his book.

Oh, that's wonderful,
Miss Zelda, just wonderful.

And he proposed?

New York?

- Oh, baby. Oh.
- Love you, Mama.

Wait until Tildy
here's about this.

It's just beautiful.

Oh, Zelda has got
some news, dear.

It's almost 6:15.

Scott's book
is gonna be published.

You don't have to
do this, you know.

Holy Lord,
that's Stuart Ramsey's
little brother Ralphie.

Flash the lights, honk the horn.

We see you, Ralphie!

We're gonna tell your mama.

He can't be more than 14.

They get younger every year,
don't they, Zelda?

You got anymore cigarettes?

I think we're good
for the night.

didn't you used to have
a crush on Stuart Ramsey?

Maybe when I was eight.

He might be interesting now.

He's done well for himself.

Practically runs
the post office.

Then why don't you be
interested, Ellie?

Why, I hadn't thought about it.

I hadn't thought about it
but I possibly could be.

Zelda's got her hands full
with Mr. Sellers.

And Mr. Fitzgerald.

Don't you two have

anything better to talk about?

No, this is Montgomery.

Oh, look, it's Bucky Turner.

We see you, Bucky!

We're gonna tell your mama!

His mother's dead.

Sorry, Bucky, about your mama!

I know this is
awful to say, but...

sometimes I miss the war.


You have to agree
it was more fun.

More men, more fallin' in love.

Fallin' in love?

Yeah, fallin' in love,
pretty near every night.

- Not me.
- That's because your daddy

didn't let you go to the dances,

but Zelda and I,
we participated in
the war effort.

Doesn't this take the cake?

Milton Grable.

We see you, Milton!

We're gonna tell your mama!

I love him.

Zelda, wait up!

- Hey.
- Zelda!

- Hi.
- So glad you came.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Oh, Zelda, don't leave me.

I'm here, dummy.

Love you, Zelda honey.

- We'll visit you.
- Oh, please do, and soon.

We'll paint the town.

- All right.
- Bye.



Let's go, Zelda.

They're not comin'.
It's dinner time.

Let's go.

- Bye.
- Bye.


All aboard!

All aboard!

Where shall we sit?

We're actually leaving
Montgomery, Zelda.

Can you believe it?

Yes, I can.

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