The Spoils of Babylon (2013) s01e02 Episode Script

1 Hollywood, where dreams come true, unless you dare to dream something bold and original.
My name is Eric Jonrosh.
And I invite you to part two of my epic miniseries The Spoils of Babylon.
After a painful ordeal to bring my popular novels to television, I gave up.
I could see that the network executives cared little for art, so I filmed The Spoils of Babylon on my own, with my own money, money gotten from many best-selling novels.
I lived and breathed Spoils for three years.
I slept with the cast.
Every member of the cast you'll see tonight, I slept with.
My wife at the time, Lauoreighiya Samcake, the actress who plays Cynthia Morehouse, was very adventurous in all matters sexual.
The woman had no shame.
(laughing) (laughs) Like Eve before the fall.
We often would hold up shooting to to take pleasure of each other's flesh in front of everyone.
In fact, she could Tonight's episode covers the war years, and they are based on my own terrifying experiences reading about the war as a child.
The deep love between Cynthia and her brother Devon cannot be torn apart by war or separated by an ocean.
But Devon's return home changes everything, sets into motion the great drama of their lives.
Please, won't you enjoy part two of my wonderful miniseries? The Spoils of Babylon.
Why would I say, "wonderful"? Makes no bloody sense.
No one says, "wonderful.
" Sounds like something a man from a circus would say.
A carnival barker, if you will, would say, "wonderful.
" I don't say, "wonderful.
" I never have.
I refuse to say, "wonderful.
" It's not wonderful.
It's it's momentous.
It's epic.
But this miniseries is not wonderf Previously on The Spoils of Babylon (gunshots) (screams) My name is Devon Morehouse.
My story is an epic one.
Look, Father, there's someone walkin'.
From now on, your last name is Morehouse.
You can't marry me.
You heard father.
I'm your brother now.
We're not even related.
Kiss me.
The money ran out, and most of his land was sold off for taxes.
That well ain't never comin' in.
There's oil down in that ground.
And I'm gonna get it.
Devon, we struck oil! Son of a bitch, it's oil! You're acting like you don't want to make money.
I don't.
Never have.
Devon, you haven't asked me to dance all night.
Pearl Harbor came under attack from Japanese naval forces.
- What does it mean? - It means war, Cynthia.
I'm joining up.
This is my life.
Or what remains of it.
(ominous orchestral music) (airplane engines buzzing) Morehouse to squadron leader, I'm taking enemy fire.
Hold 'em off, son.
Keep those Japs off our bombers.
There's more action up here than a cathouse on payday.
(machine gunfire) Take that, Hirohito! - Nice shooting, Morehouse.
- Whoo! It's hotter than a cathouse on a Saturday night in July, captain.
Don't look now, but Japs coming in at 12 o'clock.
Roger that.
Diving.
(imitates airplane engine) Look out, Morehouse.
- I'm hit! I'm hit! - Bail out, Morehouse, bail out! Sorry, captain.
Gonna look around for some mischief to get into.
Eject now, soldier, that's an order! No can do.
Looks like the man upstairs has punched my ticket.
I'm headin' to that big cathouse in the sky.
Morehouse, don't be a fool! Fool? I don't think so.
Is it a fool who goes up in flames on the altar of freedom? Would a fool rather die than see the world turned upside-down by these devils? No, sir.
I'm no fool.
Unless turning my back on love makes me a fool.
Which I have done.
Turned my back on love, I mean.
My father used to say when a man meets his maker face to face and has to account for his time on this great green Earth of ours, what does he stand for that actually matters? I mean, what really counts? How many enemies he's killed? The size of his bank account? Sorry.
I'm not buyin' it.
All that really matters is how we conduct ourselves in the throes of love.
Do we shy away from the vulnerability that love brings or do we embrace it, daring to taste its exquisite pain? Well, sis.
This is Lieutenant Devon Morehouse.
If you can still hear me, please tell my sister that I (explosion) (screaming) Cynthia, you've been in your room all day.
I'm sorry, father.
What is it, girl? It's Devon.
Something's wrong.
Wrong? Now, you're just filling your head with fear.
Come downstairs.
It's a party.
(sighs) Something's wrong.
I can feel it.
We have a special bond.
I know something's wrong.
You got to stop this.
(scoffing) "Special bond.
" It's not natural.
I will not be shamed by this.
(slapping) (screaming) Father, no! Ah! (panting) Oh, Devon.
Why can't I go to you? Where are you, Devon? Oh, Devon.
Oh (exhales) That will go down as the finest landing in history of the Naval Air Corps.
I must remind myself to give myself a medal.
Oh, no.
I need a light.
Oh, well.
Gotta find a light.
(dramatic music) Finally.
Any one of you fish eaters got a light? (both cock guns) (both speak Japanese) We know that his plane went down over Okajaba.
His captain saw a large ball of fire rise up when his plane hit.
So you're telling me that my son Devon Morehouse is dead? - (sobs) - We can't be certain.
It's unlikely any man could survive that kind of burning destruction that's created by a Hellcat upon impact.
No man ever has.
But you don't know.
Why don't you go in there and organize a raid or something and bring him out? - Cynthia.
- I don't understand.
Cynthia.
Is he dead or not? As General Cauliffe just said, there isn't a man alive who could've survived the fiery inferno of that plane going down.
Every bone in his body would've been charred and crushed.
But we simply can't be sure.
He's on that island.
Let me go there.
Let me talk to this Mr.
"Tanaka.
" No need for air quotes.
That's his real name.
Jonas, I'm sorry.
We just have no more information.
Well, I want to thank you gentlemen for making the trip out here to the house.
Means a lot to me and my daughter that you are here in this room with us.
It means a lot to us, sir, to be here with you in this very room, in person.
Well, thank you for being here in person in this room.
It's the least we can do to be with you here, all together in the same space and time.
Well, it's always a tough call.
Never know what to say.
Old man seemed to take it well enough.
I felt sorry for the girl.
- Me too.
- Mm-hmm.
She was a very good-looking young lady.
If you like that type.
And I do.
To be honest, I couldn't stop staring at her.
Well, I'll be frank.
When she walked in the room, I almost forgot why we were there.
Why were we there? Ah Oh, yeah.
(scrambled radio noise) Here's the thing about the Japanese.
We called them Japs back then.
They're not a bad bunch.
Sure, there was the daily beatings, the starvation, the constant barking in that dog language.
But there was that occasional smile and maybe even a little respect for a warrior they couldn't break.
Kinda tore me up a little bit when I finally got my revenge.
(shackles break) (suspenseful orchestral music) See the marketplace at Old Algiers (gunfire) Send me photographs and souvenirs (bodies thump) Just remember This is M-Red 1 to Air Command Base 403.
Come in, Command Base 403.
I need you to hit this hill, coordinates GC5, with everything you got, right down to the beach.
Welcome back to the game, Lieutenant.
I never left it.
I never left it.
(bomb screams) My knowledge of the Japanese took me to London where I oversaw the Quadrilateral International Committee for Wartime Mission Appropriation.
To the mission, and the United States of America.
To the United States of America and Great Britain.
- To who? - England.
- Mm, it's our turn to shine.
- Hear, hear.
- Mm-hmm.
Hear, hear.
- Hear, hear.
No offense.
- A little bit of offense.
- Well, right.
After the war, I stayed in London and tried hard to forget Cynthia.
I freed myself from her the only way I knew how.
Only then could I return home.
(sappy orchestral music) - Surprise! - Surprise! Oh, wow! Thank you! Oh, Devon.
It's really you.
Yes.
So good to see y'all.
Welcome home, son.
I have a surprise for you.
I want to introduce you to the new Mrs.
Devon Morehouse.
Lady Anne York.
Oh, cheery hello.
I'm Lady Anne.
Well, I'll be.
Everybody say hi to miss lady Anne York.
Nooo! Oh, Devon.
Was it all a dreadful mistake? A mistake? Never, my love.
Don't say such foolish things.
How could our how could our love be a mistake? Well, it's your sister.
The look she gave me all afternoon is like It's like It's it's like what? I hate to say so.
But it's almost as if she was not your sister, but more like a jealous lover.
(laughs) No, no, no.
Nonsense.
That's just Cynthia.
We were we were very close as kids.
You know, we were we Devon, it's just t's just I love you so much.
Oh, yes.
I'm I'm glad.
Hey, um, dinner isn't for another hour.
Devon, I'm not I'm not sure I'm much up for dinner anyway tonight.
Then how 'bout we, uh Go lay down and idle away our time doing nothing at all? Oh, Devon, take me to bed.
(sultry music) (moaning) Oh, Devon, my duke.
(moaning) (soft, jazzy music) I see you've finally made it to breakfast.
I wish Devon had told me.
Well, we run a business here.
We've all been up for hours.
I'm guessing you didn't work much in Wellingham.
Wellingtonshire, and no, I'm afraid I didn't.
I'm having a bloody Mary made with Bagpipes O'Tool brand vodka.
Would you like one? I don't drink alcohol, but thank you.
So, what are your plans? Plans? Sorry, I don't understand.
You and Devon.
Are you gonna be staying around here or going back to England? Oh, goodness, no.
I'm here to stay.
(dramatic music) Here? In this house? Cynthia, I do wish we could be friends.
Devon and I are man and wife now.
Oh Of course.
(chuckles) And I know you have deep feelings for your brother.
And the two of you do share a strong filial bond, but Devon is my husband.
We are lovers.
There is a wonderful spiritual nature to our love and at the same time a delicious earthiness.
A physical bond that only two bodies coming together naked in God's eyes can really know.
For, although you have a sister's love for Devon, which is lovely, we have something different a lusting, sensual, truly naked love, consummated in both spiritual and sexual intercourse.
Okay.
There's something you should know.
Devon is in love with me.
And not the kind of love that you think.
True, he is my brother, but he is also a man.
And I am a woman, full-bodied and sensual.
Devon has fought his lust for me his entire life.
But battles are not war, and I fight this war with nature on my side.
And let me tell you something.
Devon will be mine, and not as my brother, but as my lover.
- We shall see.
- Yes, we shall.
For now it is my bed he sleeps in.
And I too am a woman.
Not some cold, distant thing, but a warm, voluptuous female animal who is not afraid to use my own physical gifts to keep my man.
(chuckles) I hardly think an English tart is any match for a real woman.
Oh, I'm a real woman.
Any time you want to find out you can come and watch your brother delighting in it.
(gasps) How dare you? How dare she what? How dare she Think that this silverware of ours is better than hers.
You women fight over the most peculiar things.
Hi, darling.
- Devon, we really need to - (smooches) talk today about the business.
You know, Father's ill and I've been Plenty of time to chat later.
But first I want to show Lady Anne here what a million acres looks like.
(psychedelic rock music) Lady Anne, Lady Anne Burn for all Oh, my goodness, there's so many acres.
Summer day, winter time - Oh, Devon, it's beautiful.
- Any time with Lady Anne (thunder) If the sun should go away The night would only have to say Lady Anne, Lady Anne Lady Anne What is the measure My sister Cynthia proved to be a savvy businesswoman.
While I was away at war, and while Father grew more ill, she guided the company very well.
She continued our profitable association with the military with bigger and bigger contracts.
We expanded into other markets rubber and plastics, synthetics and paints, and soybeans and toys.
And one day Father came to me and asked me to take a drive.
I was sure he was too ill but he wouldn't take no for an answer.
We drove way out into the hills to see an old friend of his named Seymour Luntz.
(religious chanting) What is it? It's what dreams are made of.
It looks like a carburetor.
It is.
It's a carburetor.
Mr.
Luntz is being modest.
This here is a magical dynamo of engineering and mechanical wizardry that will topple nations and transport souls.
Well, what kind of carburetor is it? Well, I modified it.
It runs on steam.
I get 200 miles a gallon with this.
That's impossible.
(coughing) You need some rest, father.
Nonsense! I'm fine.
- Who else knows about this? - Nobody.
You understand? This is my legacy.
Our gift to the world.
When can it be ready? I gotta get a different metal on it, heats up too fast.
Sorry? I gotta get a different metal, use a different metal on it so it it heats up too fast, it gonna get melty.
Seymour needs time.
This thing will destroy the oil industry.
It will revolutionize the auto industry.
No one must know about this until we are ready.
No one.
It will be our gift to mankind.
(dramatic music) Well, there it is.
(grunts) The story continues the next time.
I'll be here waiting for you Probably in this same booth with the same moribund look on my face.
How could it be otherwise? Doris, would you like to have lunch with me? Hmm.
Doris, can you pour the wine into my mouth for me? What year is this? What's that? (laughs) (coughing) I should hardly think so.
I owned a race car in those days.
I did.
I raced in Monte Carlo that year.
However it wasn't on race day.
It's a miracle no one was hurt.
(chuckles) Absolute miracle.
I deserve this.
You've worked hard today.
Don't take the bottle, Doris.
I wasn't done with that.