Pards, I'm one of Egerton's men, if you'll let me Butt in here just a minute with a word. You've seen two sides of this thing, but there's three. There's one big black one you don't face at all, Even your Captain here. You're all right, pard, In what you say about their mills and lands Not giving them power; it's their owning you. And if you'll just tear up that bill of sale And call the deal off, Egerton's big shadow That fills the valley, lengthening year by year Until your hair stands up, you'll be surprised How you can cover it with a six-foot pole. For it's on you he's standing. (WES DICEY: Who are you?) But look here, pards, are you calling off this sale Or simply trying, as it seems to me, To make him take the goods at the old price? (HASKELL: What have you got to do with it?) And what's the price? Where's all that gone? (Points to the mountains) Were those just weeds up there That's been cleared off to get a better view? Or Christmas trees?

Harvey Anderson Monologue from The Americans

Rehearse Harvey Anderson's monologue