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Yo, man, we're out of here.|See you later.
See you later.
You look good tonight,|you know what I'm saying?
- That music is dead.|- Are those guys asleep or something?
- Elevator music will knock you out.|- Yeah.
I wouldn't be caught sleeping here.|Not this time of night.
Not around here.
Think we should wake them up?
Shit! Oh, shit!
What the fuck is going on?
Don't touch it!
- No, wait! Stop!|- Come on, man!
"All the news, all the time."
{y:i}This is WINS.
{y:i}You give us 22 minutes,|{y:i}we'll give you the world.
{y:i}It's already 83 degrees|{y:i}in Central Park...
{y:i}working its way up|{y:i}to a downtown high of 95.
A"t the top of the news this morning,"|{y:i}racial tensions flare again...
{y:i}this time in Williamsburg, where two|{y:i}white, out-of-town businessmen...
{y:i}were gunned down|{y:i}outside a restaurant...
{y:i}a racial slur|{y:i}spray painted on their car.
A"n apparent retaliation"|{y:i}for the murder of a black youth...
{y:i}last week in Greenpoint.
{y:i}Police are said to be searching|{y:i}for two suspects.
{y:i}Keep your radio tuned to 1010 WINS|{y:i}for updates.
{y:i}1010 WINS, all news.|{y:i}News whenever you need it.
{y:i}Because your whole world|{y:i}can change in 24 hours.
{y:i}WINS news time, 7.:00.
Nice pyjamas, Henry.
- Mad at me?|- Why should I be mad?
A guy gets home from work at 4:00 a.m.|Why would that make anyone mad?
On a scale of one to ten.
4:00 a.m. in the morning!
That's about a seven.
{y:i}The Japanese auto makers insist|{y:i}there's no way out--
Why don't you just pour|battery acid down your throat?
No caffeine.
The "Daily News" kind of|kicked your butt today.
"Welcome to New York.|You're Dead."
They got that?|How did they get that?
It happened in Brooklyn at midnight.|I can't believe this.
Did "Newsday--" I don't know--|Did they-- Did "Newsday--"
Don't show me. They got it.
I don't want to see the "Post."
What do you guys have today?|Oh, "No Parking, Except For Me."
Really, Henry. McDougal's gotta go after|the parking commissioner again?
Good shot, though, isn't it?|That's great art.
Look at that. Sandusky double-parked|in front of his office.
Hon, look.|You're missing it.
Commissioner of the whole city,|double-parked, no ticket.
- This doesn't enrage you?|- Sweetie, it's horse shit.
I know it's horse shit.|I tried to get the damn Brooklyn thing.
Wilder won't answer his beeper.|He's up there jerking off.
You okay?
You never really appreciate|bladder control until it's gone.
Oh, boy.
I'm sorry, honey.
Look at that "Sentinel" headline.
See, this kind of stuff|is just shameless.
"Nepal Premier Won't Resign."|That is--
They're just trying|to sell newspapers.
That's sensationalism,|and I won't be a party to it.
I miss everybody.
Say hi to everybody for me.
Everybody except Alicia.
Who else do I hate?
You're not gonna go nuts|again today, are you?
That was a one-time thing.|I've got a million projects.
I never even get to finish a book|when I'm reporting.
Or the baby's room.|I really want to get to that dresser.
I gotta go.
If you weren't making a sacrifice too,|that would be different.
- That would be a lot different.|- I know. Gonna call me later?
Wear a tie for the interview.
And promise me you won't|torpedo it on purpose, okay?
Why would I torpedo it?
Henry, you know those days|that can change your whole life?
This is one of them for us.
For good or bad,|it can happen either way today.
So don't blow it.
I'm not.
I gotta go to work.
You're not taking my car!
You parking fascist! Tell Sandusky|we're not gonna take it any more!
Goddam parking cop!
- I got-- Can we--|- Good morning, Phil.
What have you got for me, Henry?
Donald Trump jumped off a building,|landed right on Madonna.
And then they all went to Elaine's.
- This guy's sticking with that story?|- Yeah. He's a real yo-yo.
Hey, Lou, how you doing?
How am I doing?|You wanna see the bruise on my leg?
You'll be fine.
What's the plural of "ultimatum"?
I don't know what happened last night.
Don't complain. They called|the air-conditioning guy.
Alicia wants to see you|before the staff meeting.
- She's the managing editor, Henry.|- "Ultimatums" or "ultimata"?
- Both.|- She's not going away.
Smart guys say "ultimata."|We're gonna go with "ultimatums."
{y:i}You say ultimata|{y:i}I say ultimatum
What's the matter with Phil?
It looks like|he sat on something sharp.
You told him he could have|Richard's old desk, right?
- Right.|- And now you promised it to Carmen.
- Are you completely psychotic?|- I have episodes. Nothing serious.
Phil is still pissed you wouldn't|approve his $600 orthopaedic chair.
And now with this desk thing,|he's convinced it's a conspiracy...
to prevent him from sitting down.
- Hackett. Hello.|- "Henry, it's" A"licia."
{y:i}I want to see you in my office|{y:i}before the 11.:00.
- "We have to talk about the bullshit."|- Alicia, is that you?
Because I'm having|a hard time hearing you.
Are you in the tunnel or something?
- There's a lot of static. I can't--|- "Hello?"
I'm losing you.|Are you in the tunnel?
I can't hear. Can you--|We can't hear you.
We'll see you when you get in, okay?|All right.
All right.|I love car phones.
- What, are the presses running?|- Yeah. Sunday travel section.
Here, sign these.|Tell me what you want to do about Phil.
- Who's that?|- It's McDougal.
- What the hell's he doing?|- Sleeping.
He says he can't go home.|Somebody wants to kill him.
- Who's trying to kill you now?|- Sandusky.
The parking guy?|Over a couple of lousy columns?
My columns aren't lousy.
Give it up, would you?|Get it out of your system.
So they towed your car|and scratched it a bit.
Six thousand dollars. Six thousand|dollars damage to a vintage automobile.
- You're ranting now, babe.|- I bust my ass...
to find something fresh, and when I|get it, I bang it like a cheap drum.
People love this shit.|You should read my mail.
Turn that scanner down, will you?
How the hell are you|supposed to sleep around here?
Jeez. What are these?
Subway wreck, West 4th Street this|morning. Did you find the one with the--
- Is that an arm?|- Yeah, you found it.
Don't put these on my desk|in the morning, okay?
- Not until I've had three cokes.|- Good morning.
Three Cokes, then a picture.|That's the rule. What?
You know what's going on in Fort Green?|Two dozen cops hassling anybody...
with a black face and a record|on this Williamsburg murder thing.
If there's gonna be a riot,|which I think there is...
then we should have somebody there.
Unless you want to get stomped|two days in a row on the same story.
"Get stomped." That's funny. Doesn't|anybody say "good morning" any more?
- I don't think so.|- Williamsburg, huh?
That's Wilder's territory, isn't it?|You trying to bigfoot him?
Wilder? Oh, yeah, he really aced it|last night, huh?
Come on, Henry.|I know this neighbourhood. I go--
Forget the desk.|She can have the desk.
But give me the chair,|for Christ's sakes!
Phil, I was talking to somebody.
- I can hardly stand up straight.|- You know what?
Go do that.|That's a good idea.
I'll handle Wilder.|Don't worry about it.
- What are you gonna do to Wilder?|- Nothing.
You don't know what it's like|to live in pain. It does things to you.
- It changes you.|- I'm sure it does.
I wanna talk to you|about those changes, okay?
Rub some-- nothing.
Look, keep all the bullshit|away from me today...
because I've got a really big decision|I have to make...
and I just need some time|to think about this.
What, about the job at "The Sentinel?"
How do you know about|the job at "The Sentinel?"
Bernie told me.
Bernie knows? Oh, man!
It's a newsroom, Henry.
I know it's none of my business,|but...
do you really want|to count pencils uptown?
Is that you?
Sometimes you can just smell...
a horrendously shitty day|on the way, can't you?
Don't chop the shit out of it|like you did with the nun thing.
It's early.|Let me look at it.
This jerk on the phone wants|a correction on the quake story.
You have an early proof from yesterday?
I hate columnists!|Why do I have all these columnists?
I got political columnists,|guest columnists...
celebrity columnists--
The only thing I don't have|is a dead columnist.
That's the kind I could really use.
- Right. Listen--|- We reek of opinions.
What every columnist at this paper|needs to do...
is to shut the fuck up.
I'm serious.
Can I talk to you for a second?|Because I know--
If you don't mind walking.|I gotta walk before I die.
- Why? What's the matter?|- You don't want to know.
- Sure I do.|- No, you don't.
If I said, "What's the matter?"|I'm listening.
All right, all right.
I got a prostate|the size of a bagel.
You still coming?
Look, Bernie. I know you know|about the "Sentinel" interview.
It's an assistant|managing editor thing.
It's really more sideways|than up.
- You can jump in here anytime.|- What are you looking for?
You want me to make it easy for you|to go to another paper?
You want a ride uptown?
You want me to wait outside|and think positive thoughts?
That's not my job.
My job is to keep your ass|downstairs.
- What am I supposed to do?|- I don't know.
It's nine to five.|It's more money. It's less hours.
Martha-- We're having the baby,|and she gave up her job.
So it's for her.|That's okay.
Not just for her.|It's for me too.
Bernie, you've got kids.
How'd you keep doing the job?
Don't ask marital advice|from a guy with two ex-wives...
and a daughter|that won't speak to him.
The problem with being|my age is...
everybody thinks|you're a father figure...
but you're really just|the same asshole you always were.
You do have a problem, Henry,|but it's your problem.
Thanks, Bernie.|You've been a big help.
Daryll!
How you doing?|Come on in.
Make sure she put on those sneakers,|you hear me?
Yeah.
- I don't want to--|- You're gonna wear them.
- What do you think's gonna happen?|- What does it say?
Nothing.
Damn.
{y:i}Open the parachute.
Hello?
Henry, why aren't you|at your interview?
Well, hon, it's not|for another two hours.
{y:i}What's up?|{y:i}Janet told me you called.
- Tell him to do it over.|- He'll love that.
What's up, honey? Are you okay?
Do you need anything?|Not right away, I mean--
Tell me everything that's|going on there. Leave nothing out.
You know, the usual delights.
Honey, can you tell me|what you need?
Because I got this meeting with Alicia.
- Don't take any crap from her, okay?|- Okay.
I won't. Have you got everything?|Last chance. Anything at all.
- Water bed!|{y:i}- Water bed.
Okay, honey. The phone|is slipping out of my hand.
No, wait, stop.
- Here it goes.|- No, I'll remember.
- I'll remember.|- Okay, you call me when you got it.
All right? Goodbye.|I love you. She's nuts.
Alicia Clark.
Give me a break.
- Oh, my God.|- Fred, let him use your phone.
- They stole his radio.|- Isn't that the parking cop?
McDougal has got to be stopped.
- How long will this take?|- Three hours.
You'll be like penguins.|It takes time.
- How was your meeting?|- It was great.
Do you have last month's phone bill?|I wanna talk to Henry first thing.
Your decorator called. She said|the kind of wood Bruno picked out...
for the chair rail was not included|in the guaranteed price...
and you're gonna have to|approve another $600.
Unbelievable. Every time|the phone rings, it's $600.
Also, Robert De Niro's office|called.
- Bobby called?|- Well, his office.
There are two seats left at his table|tonight for the benefit.
- No kidding.|- Yeah.
If you want them,|it's gonna be $500 a plate.
Tell them that we'd love to be|Mr De Niro's guests.
Hit "guests." If they mention|the 500 again-- You son of a bitch.
You promised me.
For God's sakes, Alicia. We're not|gonna ask some news reporter...
to wait until after 5:00|to make out-of-state phone calls.
It's ridiculous.|I'm not gonna do it.
Let's let them make|free phone sex calls too.
You mean as a kind of bonus?|That's not a bad idea.
- Why don't you start with Phil?|- Start what with him?
You think my job's easy?|You think it's fun firing people?
"Firing people"? Is that what|you're gonna start with me?
Aw, Jesus, Bernie.|Come on with the smoke.
You know the doctor found|nicotine in my urine again.
Then keep your dick|out of my ashtray.
That's very funny. Very funny.
Two days after a black kid is killed|in a neighbouring community...
two white businessmen named|Hanson and MacGregor...
get shot up, with racial epithets|written on their car.
Now, in response,|the "New York Sun" decides to run...
a parking story.
Keighley called me|at 7:00 this morning.
Yeah, I'll bet he did.
- Bless you.|-Joe, please cover your mouth.
Metro, I assume|we're all over the subway.
Three pieces.
A tick-tock, list of injured,|search for heroes.
Standard transportation|wreck stuff.
- We got any art?|- Yeah.
Eddie picked up|some nice spaghetti shots.
Love the severed arm shot.
Did they find the motorman yet?
Yeah, drunker than a skunk|in his neighbourhood bar.
Oh, God, he derails his train and steps|over bodies to have a few beers?
What do you do|after you step over bodies?
I have a cigarette|and go to sleep.
Here you go. We got an above-average|bank robbery in the Bronx. That's good.
An exploding hand grenade|in Hoboken.
What about something fun?|Don't we have anything fun today?
- Nazis marching in New Jersey.|- There you go.
Nazis are a barrel of laughs.|Features.
We got Alison's profile|of the teenage hit man.
We got Grace finally done with that|Hollywood who's-banging-who chart...
and part three in our continuing saga|on penile implants.
By the way, could we possibly get|another dick drawing?
It looks like a map of Florida.
It also looks like, I think, the 5th|at Shinnecock Country Club, doesn't it?
I would play over the water,|by the way, as a suggestion.
All right. Business.
Dow's up. Trade figures came out|at 8:00. Nothing shocking.
But I'm telling you, I'm sitting on|Watergate out there on Staten Island...
with the zoning commission thing.
If you guys could just give me|a couple of city-side reporters--
Wait.
How is it possible that you|always have Watergate somewhere?
Listen, I'm-- Piss off, Carl!|I mean it this time.
I got a quote from|the commission chairman's ex-wife...
- and she's plenty ready to talk.|- His ex-wife?
His first ex-wife.
There's a reliable source.
Yeah. Foreign.
Terrorists blew up a restaurant in|Paris, killing five. None from New York.
Ferry boat capsized in the Philippines,|drowning 300. None from New York.
There was a violent coup|in Bahrain.
None from New York!
Witnessed-- Witnessed|by two people from Long Island.
- Oh, Henry, this might interest you.|- What's that?
The mother whale in the Ukraine|had triplets.
She told me she was on the pill!
Excuse me.
I get any on you?
Thanks for asking, Bernie.
All right. So, page one,|subway sounds like our wood, right?
- We got great art.|- I think it's definite.
I don't think so. I don't think so.|You know, TV's gonna be all over it.
They already are.|It's a minor derailment.
And Carmen has got great day two stuff|on the Williamsburg murders.
If they make a bust,|we have to follow up on that.
The subway's a major story.
- Nobody died.|- Somebody got maimed.
- Yeah, that helps.|- Minor derailment.
All I'm saying is people got maimed,|and we have pictures of it.
Goddam it!|So we fucked up yesterday!
Why do you want to tuck our tail|between our legs and take it for...
and do what everybody else does?
Let's stand alone.
Let's make up for it.
We're a commuter paper.|People want the subway.
Are you market research all of a sudden?|Not everything is about money.
It is when you almost fold|every six months.
Bullshit.
Come on. You two can slug it out|at the 3:00. Let's wrap it up early.
All right? Because Henry|has an interview...
at "The Sentinel."
{y:i}The Sentinel?
- Thank you.|- All right!
- Congratulations.|- Excuse us.
At least steal us|a little something.
What do you guys want? Tote bags?|Let me take some orders.
- Phil? Chair?|- That's not funny.
Hello, my name is George Russell.|I'm a reporter at "The New York Sentinel."
Hi, I'm supposed to meet Paul Bladden|right about now.
Map.
I've been reading the "Sun"|these past few weeks.
I find it exciting.
We're thinking of letting our hair down|a little bit around here.
Squeeze in some coverage|of the outer boroughs.
Nothing new for you, of course,|but for us, well, we're "The Sentinel."
We cover the world.
Right. So I've heard.
I won't dick around with you.|I talked with Vince last night.
He'll go with my recommendation.|So congratulations.
The job is yours if you want it.
Thank y--
You don't look all that pleased.
No-- You know, I'm gonna|have to think about that.
I have to talk to my wife.|You understand.
Yes, of course. But I would like|a decision first thing in the morning.
And don't disappoint me.
I think you're|a serious newspaperman, Henry.
- Thank you.|- No, I mean it.
You guys have got a cute little paper.|Sometimes you really pull one out.
Thanks. It is a cute paper.
You kind of missed the boat on that one|last night, though.
Yeah.
I want to tell you,|before I came over to this job...
I hardly had any|administrative experience at all.
I had very minimal|executive skills.
Excuse me. I'm curious.|For instance...
what would our--|your Metro lead be tomorrow?
- Henry, you don't work here yet.|- You're right.
You're right. Sorry.
As I was saying about this book,|I think it's something that you...
You know what I'd go with?|Subway. Don't you think?
- would find enjoyable.|- You know, though...
that Williamsburg thing|is pretty interesting.
You guys got anything on that?
You do, don't you?|It's funny.
You can always tell,|one newspaperman to another--
You can just tell there's something.|What have you got?
What do you guys have on that?|Come on.
They make a bust? No,|I'd know if they made a bust.
What are you guys sitting on?
Let's just say that our coverage|will be comprehensive.
Got you. Comprehensive.|I understand.
Anyway, I'd love to borrow it.
- What?|- The book.
Ah! The book.|I've got it right here.
- Nice. Nice, nice.|- Yes, enjoy.
I will.|And hey, thanks, you've--
You've been a big help.
Now, don't overreact.
If we go after it early,|before it metastasizes to a bone...
the majority of these prostate|cancer cases are beatable.
Go after it how?
Irradiation therapy.
That's fantastic.|That's wonderful, because...
as it turns out, that's exactly|the portion of my anatomy...
I'd like to see|exposed to radiation.
You'll have to take an hour or two|off work for each treatment.
We should start right away.|How's next Monday?
To burn a hole in my ass?|Sounds good.
Then I still have the weekend.
Could you possibly be|any more humourless about this?
I don't believe so.
{y:i}There's growing apprehension|{y:i}here at Kennedy among arriving tourists.
{y:i}Sir, can you tell me,|{y:i}do the possible racial overtones...
{y:i}of what happened|{y:i}in Williamsburg...
{y:i}make you think twice|{y:i}about visiting New York?
{y:i}My brother cancelled his trip.
Big scoop from the TV guys.
Pinhead's brother cancels trip.
Come on.|It's hardly Watergate.
Your source is the man's|ex-wife, for God's sake.
You try selling it at a staff meeting.|Just had the shit kicked out of it.
{y:i}Deanne White, please.
Yeah, Bernard White.|Just tell her that it's her father.
Yeah. Thank you.
No, I understand. I understand.|It's just that--
Do you happen to know|if she's free for lunch?
I know it's short notice, but--|Or dinner or whatever?
Well, it was just a shot.
It was just a shot.
You'll tell her that I called?
Thank you very much.
What a stupid fucking thing to do.
Actually, the first six weeks|is no problem.
The first six weeks|you're so exhausted...
and consumed by incredibly|tedious domestic tasks...
you have no time|to get depressed.
And after that,|you have all the time in the world.
- I have tons of projects.|- You do?
- Like what?|- Like reading, for one.
With a kid?
I had projects-- all the things|I wanted to do but never had the time.
You know what my hobby|turned out to be?
Living Bob's life.|I hung on his every word.
I'll only be off the paper|for six months. I'm going back.
That's what I said too,|seven years ago.
Oh, maybe I'm just being a bitch.
No, you're probably|just having a bad day.
You didn't drive into town,|did you?
I shouldn't be doing this to you.
It's all manageable--
the physical pain,|the loss of adult contact...
less money coming in, feeling worthless|around people who work...
all the crap.
You can't even remember it the first|time you look at your new baby.
But?
But he gets the baby too,|and he didn't have to--
The fact of the matter is...
once you have kids, a man's|best work can still be ahead of him.
But a woman's is very definitely|in the past.
I am so glad|you called me today.
Me too.
You know, Alicia,|your husband is right.
You should listen to him.|Age has nothing to do with it.
If anybody pushes their skin together,|it bunches up.
- That's why it's called skin.|- Yeah, but it's the way it bunches.
Your skin is the central preoccupation|of my life.
How much did this room cost?
I can't afford this.
I've got financial problems|that make Russia look well-managed.
This was the last time, Carl.
- Really, absolutely the last time.|- So, I'll pay.
Yeah, but what about next time?
God, I've gotta get back to work.
Police! Freeze! Get down!
Don't move!
What are you doing?
I'm gonna blow|your fucking head off!
We didn't do it!|We were just walking by.
You have the right to remain silent.|You have the right to an attorney.
We were just walking by.|What are you doing?
- You understand that?|- We didn't do it!
The dog was chasing the man,|and the woman got hit with a shovel?
For God's sake, Alicia,|you're the managing editor...
of the sixth largest paper|in the country.
All I want is to be|fairly compensated.
You can't come in here|every six months--
I have other offers.|Don't make me bring them up.
Does this have to be today?|Do we have to do this today?
I have pressures--|real pressures.
I see. Pressures.
I know you loved|running Features.
I know Keighley shoved you into this|administrative job you didn't want.
I never knew how isolating|it was gonna be.
There are not exactly a lot of laughs|around my office these days.
You're in management. If everybody loved|you, you'd be doing something wrong.
But the fact is, I think you're|working miracles with the job.
Exactly. I have 300 people doing the|work they need 750 for over at "Newsday."
I know. Thank you.
But there's|no more money for you.
There's a ceiling in this business,|and you're hitting your head on it.
Okay. Fine.
My contract's up in 18 months. I'd like|permission to start interviewing now.
You leave me no choice.|That contract leaves me no choice.
Pardon me saying this,|and I know I'm no one to talk...
but the problem|isn't with your contract.
It really isn't.|No way.
Let me tell you a story.|Sit down. Sit down.
It won't take long.|Very interesting. You'll like it.
In '68, a bunch of us who were|covering the Olympics in Grenoble...
decided to go|to the best restaurant in town.
Now, the menu didn't have|any prices...
but we were on expense account,|so we figured, "Fuck it," got drunk.
Somehow there ended up being|15 or 20 of us at the table...
and when the cheque came...
it was $9,000.
Jesus!
Exactly. So now we're all|starting to point fingers.
We're trying to remember|who invited who.
We're talking about going|to Western Union to get money cabled.
And just when it was getting|really embarrassing...
this funny-looking old guy at the|next table called the maitre d' over.
Old guy. He drew a couple|of squiggly lines on a napkin...
signed his name, winked at us,|and that was that.
The old guy was Pablo Picasso...
and that napkin paid our bill.
So?
I'm not sure I caught|the segue here.
The people we cover, we move in|their world, but it is their world.
You can't live like them.|You'll never keep up.
If you try to make this job|about the money...
you'll be nothing but miserable,|because we don't get the money.
Never have, never will.
So, what can I say?
Talk to Bruno about the decoration,|renovation, whatever.
Ask him to be reasonable.|Your husband's a reasonable guy.
Or give up the nights in town|Bruno doesn't know about.
What?
It won't lead anywhere good.|I know what I'm talking about.
I know what I'm talking about.
I'm gonna see Keighley|tonight at the benefit.
It's obvious that I'm gonna have to|take this up with him directly.
If you go over my head on this,|you'll only make it worse for yourself.
McDougal, you still sleeping?
- I went out for lunch.|- Get up. I need a favour.
- What time is it?|- Five after 3:00.
Come on. I need you|to do me a favour here.
You remember a--|Is that a gun?
I told you.|Sandusky's after me.
- When did you get so paranoid?|- When they started plotting against me.
I gotta talk to you right away.|McDougal, how are you?
Why?
3:07.
I have to know about|that interview now.
Can it wait?|I've got the three o'clock.
I cannot wait. This is|our marriage here, okay?
You walked in three seconds ago.
When did whatever it is|escalate to our marriage?
Over lunch. You should have|been there. Very enlightening.
I've seen my future.|I'm a bitter, nasty broad...
who can suck down a bottle of wine|in a single gulp.
Give me a second.|Remember Sedona Savings and Loan?
They went under six months ago.|We did a big piece on 'em.
- I don't read this newspaper.|- Take my word for it.
If you got the other job,|maybe I have a prayer.
Wait a second. Do you still have that|friend out at the Justice Department?
Sure, but he hates me now.
At least you'll be around|to refill my Prozac prescriptions.
Can you get a list of investors|from him out of him?
I'll need to be medicated.|Heavily.
Major investors. Guys who lost the most|money in New York. Brooklyn, maybe.
They made a bust in Brooklyn.|In Williamsburg.
Two black kids.|One 17, one 19.
One of them did six months|for felonious assault.
But they look like babies.|This is a very poignant story.
Marty, how are you?|I thought you were on leave.
- The bust is no good.|- What?
- The bust is no good.|- Can we talk alone?
- How do you know?|- I heard it on your scanner.
It was subtle,|but I know what I heard.
Some beat cops were talking|about it...
then the dispatcher|came on and told them to shut up.
Not before they said they think|this bust is totally cosmetic.
Whether it is or it is not,|they're still walking them at 7:30.
We need art. And, please,|don't send Robin.
She's too green. If things|get rough, she'll miss the shot.
It's the Puerto Rican poacher!|Who told you to cover Williamsburg?
Calm down, Wilder.|You told me you'd handle him.
- Let Marty talk to her husband.|- "Handle him"?
You become 40 years old at this paper|and you have to be handled?
If you'd answer your beeper,|you'd know what was going on!
- Oh, answer this!|- You know what?
Williamsburg is turning into|our lead. We could wood on this.
This is good.|I want you both on this one.
You got the cops,|I get the poignant shit.
- I bought it!|- Why does she get the poignant shit?
- Bought the goddam chair!|- This is the last straw.
What exactly|were the previous straws?
Now it's your problem!
Let Marty talk to her husband.
I want you to call the cops.|Find out if the bust is good.
I need to know|for the three o'clock.
What's the matter|with you people?
3:09!
Who took my stapler?
I've been here longer|than she's been here.
For that matter, I've been here|longer than you've been here.
You wanna cover Brooklyn?|Then cover Brooklyn.
But you can't cover it|from a bar stool in Manhattan.
Call the cops.
I better see the $600|in my paycheque!
- I can't think about this now.|- She's been pulling the same shit!
I'm waiting!
-Jesus Christ!|- What was that?
Let Marty talk to her husband.
Please.
Yeah, cops. Maybe I can type up|some weather reports while I'm at it.
Just call the cops.
You two take your time.|I'm on the Sedona thing.
God, I miss this place.
Vinnie, can you bring your creamy friend|along with you and join us?
The heat's killing us.|When are you gonna be done?
In a couple of hours,|you'll see your breath.
I've got 64 seconds.|What's wrong?
Well, why don't you let me|go to Justice for you?
I've got a much better contact|than McDougal does.
- 'Cause you're on leave.|- Okay, I'll go anyway.
So, how was the interview?|Did he offer you the job?
Not-- Yes.|You got any change?
"Not yes"?|What does "Not yes" mean?
It means he offered me the job,|but I said I had to think about it.
- We have thought about it.|- I'd like to think some more.
- Why?|- Because I have until tomorrow...
I like to think and that's|the end of the conversation.
You wish!
Anybody hear a gunshot?
A gunshot? Yeah, that was|down in Alicia's office.
Watch this.|This is gonna be--
It's empty.
Anybody respect a deadline any more?
Their whole system's screwed up.
Tell me this.|Have you ruled "The Sentinel" out?
Don't be a reporter.
Don't worry.|I'm not any more.
- Let me give you a hypothetical.|- Can it be a short hypothetical?
You're a professional tennis player.|You love tennis.
But you wreck your knee|and you can't play tennis again.
Your doubles partner, however,|goes on and wins Wimbledon.
- How do you feel?|- Wins Wimbledon?
Happy as hell.
Bullshit! You hate him.
- Do not.|- I don't want to hate you.
- They're doing it now.|- Coming.
I gotta go to this. Okay?
Yeah. I'll see you|at dinner tonight.
8:30, Gus's Place.
Your parents.|Please, don't be late.
- Honey, am I ever late?|- It's not funny.
It's a little bit funny.|See you.
Give me a kiss. Goodbye.
- That's it?|- See you.
"Deadline: A date or time|before which something must be done."
Sorry.
It's a Marx Brothers movie|every time I step in my office.
One of our security guards|actually tried to frisk me.
We're having drinks later.
- What the hell was that gunshot?|- McDougal.
- Is he dead?|- I wish.
- McDougal's insane.|- The man is certifiable.
Before we go through the schedule,|we still want the subway for page one?
Subway is ancient history. They made|a bust in the Williamsburg shooting.
Two black kids in Fort Green.|One has a record.
- Everybody has a record.|- We have any art yet?
We'll get them at the perp walk.|What's the wood?
Something simple.|"Caught."
Something like that.
"Caught"? That's so boring.
How about something like "Gotcha"?
Great. "Gotcha" with a slammer.
God forbid this paper ever runs anything|without an exclamation mark.
Hold on there. Let's hold it.|It's not that clear cut.
McDougal heard|on the police scanner...
even the arresting cops|think this bust is bullshit.
Let's think about this.
Doesn't this set anybody's|alarm bells off?
It could be like when everyone|thought the Westies--
The union guy. Exactly.
Did you get anything|officially from the cops?
I am working on that.
The other thing is, these dead guys|were not your ordinary businessmen.
They were on the board|of Sedona Savings and Loan...
and they lost a lot of money--|millions of somebody's money.
The Feds are looking|into that right now.
Where did you get this?
This?
I stole it off Bladden's desk|at "The Sentinel."
I don't believe it!
You stole it?
Jesus, Henry, I was kidding.
They called us "cute," and I was right|there and they were out of tote bags.
Okay, wait a minute.
What are you saying here?
That these bankers got shot|by some pissed-off Wall Street guy?
I don't know. McDougal's down at Justice|trying to get an investors list.
You got a cop quote?
A what?
Quote. You know, they talk,|you write, we print?
- Oh, cop quote.|- They got me on hold.
Go talk to them.|Get me something.
- Working on the quote.|- Fine.
Good. It's a great lead.
We'll follow it up tomorrow, but without|a confirmation, we'll run "Gotcha!"
What if these aren't the guys?|What if they're innocent?
Taint them today, make them look good|on Saturday. Everybody's happy.
Makes sense to me.
Wait. This is a story that could|permanently alter...
the public's perception of two|teenagers who might be innocent...
and as a weekend bonus,|ignite another race war.
- Think about this.|- We have Nazi--
- Give me a cigarette.|- Move it up front a little.
Come on. We're not talking|about some publicity hound...
who crawls into the cage|and begs for this kind of thing.
It's two kids who may not enjoy|the prison experience.
You don't care whether|they get beaten up or not.
We got our ass kicked yesterday,|so you want to beat everyone today.
Yeah, I do.
- You don't?|- Give me a break.
Tell me you don't. You do!|Fuck it!
Let's not beat anybody all week.
Bernie, what do you say?|Let's not beat anybody till October?
Let's never beat anybody|the rest of our lives.
- I'm glad you're not overreacting.|- What do you wanna run?
I don't know.|What do I wanna run?
"They didn't do it."
- "They didn't do it"?|- I don't think of these things.
You don't have close to that.|You have unattributed cops.
She doesn't have "Gotcha!"
You don't have "Gotcha!" for page one|until you have a shot of the kids.
So we're going on the perp walk.
- What time do they walk?|- 7:30.
- So we stretch it a little.|- You gonna pay for that?
Yes, we stretch|the deadline to 8:00.
If we get art on the two kids|at the walk of shame, it's "Gotcha!"
If we miss them,|the subway is page one.
The subway is bullshit!
You don't have it, you know it.
You wanna run the story?|You got five hours. Get the story.
Do your job!|Do your job!
Don't just take a position because|it's the opposite of what she says!
It's like watching a bunch|of sixth graders, for Christ's sake!
Photo. Where the hell's Max?
He went home sick.
You make damn sure Photo's|at the perp walk.
I mean damn sure.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
What's up his ass?
Bagel.
Anyway, okay, so--
You know anything|about air-conditioning?
The problem is not down there.|It's up there.
Where's Robin?
In there.
Oh, fuck!
Oh, shit!|I mean, I'm sorry.
Mr Hackett, what's wrong?
Nothing.
Listen, Robin, I've got|a really, really...
important assignment for you.
- For me?|- Yeah.
This is big, okay?
I don't want to put|any pressure on you...
but I just want to tell you,|if you miss this shot...
that means that Alicia can't run|the page one that she wants to.
Do you understand?
Good.
Sorry. I've had better days.
Hey, Bernie, please.|Forget about it.
It's coal into a furnace.|I've been doing this for 36 years.
Every day you still start from zero.
You okay?
No. I'm in a foul mood.
I gotta get out of here|early tonight, so...
page one is up to you|and Alicia, but...
play nice.
I'll give it a shot.
Why does that Sedona thing|have to be today?
Because "Gotcha" is wrong.
I don't want to be wrong today.
Hang with it if you want, but have Lou|do a subway page one just in case.
All right.
I mean, we might get it.|It's not even 4:00 yet, so--
- Oh, man!|- Good luck.
See what you can do with this.
Eighty-six Bahrain.|They weren't from Long Island.
I think it's fine.
Anybody got another word for--
Ed, you got Nazis.|It's nine inches.
For Christ's sake! I don't have|nine inches for Nazis!
Did Wilder call back?
Do you have any change?
You have no change?
Oh, Henry, no!
Check the dr--
Do you really want to run "Smashed"|for the wood on the subway?
Whatever fits. I don't care.|You have any change?
You got another word|for "mangled"?
It implies he was drunk|while driving the train.
He could have gotten drunk|afterwards.
You're accurate and ethical.|I want you out of this building.
"Torn," "mutilated"--|I don't care.
"Mutilated."|That ought to work.
Haven't you gotten anything|on Sedona yet?
It's 6: 15.|Beep Wilder!
- You got another word for--|- I got another word for all of them.
Get out of the chair.
No, don't change that.|Oh, that's pretty good.
- That baby's over here.|- For God's sake!
We're minutes away, okay?
I struck out with the cops.|There's something definitely going on.
None of those sons of bitches|are talking.
- Where did you go?|- Police headquarters.
You gotta go to the precinct for this!|Of course nobody's talking at TCPI.
-Jesus Christ!|- I got "Smashed" with a question mark.
{y:i}From Williamsburg, where|{y:i}the prompt arrest of two suspects...
{y:i}in the brutal murder of the two|"white" A"rizona businessmen--"
I've got "Smashed" with a question mark.|What do you think?
It's not gonna matter.
I took up a collection, and you|can never ask anyone again.
Did McDougal call in?
- No message at all from McDougal?|- I have no motive for lying.
I'll make a proof of "Smashed."|I'll show it to you.
I'm going to Composing.|I'll check it out there.
Nice chair.|My back feels great.
Yeah, great chair.
I got about two minutes|to sub that Bahrain piece!
Come on, guys!
It's not funny.
{y:i}Police discovered the bodies of|{y:i}two men sitting in a parked vehicle.
Talk to me, Chuck. What do you got?|It's old news. Carmen!
Wilder whiffed with the cops.|Go to the 9-1 in Brooklyn.
-Get to the bottom of this bust already!|-You want this for tonight?
Give me a break.|It's only--
Seven o'clock.
What do you think?
- I hate it.|- Me too.
- What happened to "Gotcha"?|- Artwork's not back yet.
Perp walk's not for|another ten minutes.
- That's our backup.|- Hold page one until 8:00.
Not a minute more. It's $12,000|every half hour we wait.
Those are union drivers|waiting out there, mister.
"Those are union drivers|waitin' out there, mister."
Shoot it!
Deanne.Just give me a second.|All right? It won't kill you.
- What are you doing here?|- I came to see my daughter.
It's good to see you.
My God.|I don't believe this.
You're married.|You're married.
Oh, my God.|I have to sit down.
I made it clear.|I don't wish to see you.
You sound like you just|walked out of your shrink's office.
Hold it. That was|a rotten thing to say. Hold it.
I'm sorry.|Let me start over.
- Why are you here?|- Why?
I saw your name in that piece|we ran on the Murray Hill trial.
I was proud,|Mrs Whatever-Your-Name-Is...
and I wanted to tell you that.
Thank you.
Let me just ask you this.
Would you have cared to come if|my name hadn't been in your paper?
Do you hate me?|If you hate me, there's no point.
I don't know you enough|to hate you.
It turns out the guy they've|been looking for for 18 months...
has been dead for five years.
He was 90 years old.|He couldn't have stolen a motorcycle...
and driven it from Kansas City|to Ozone Park.
- That is so funny!|- That's just an example.
I could tell you dozens of stories|exactly like that.
You could do a whole series|on the Justice Department.
- People would like that.|- I bet they would.
- So, where's Henry tonight?|- Working.
Give my regards. You sure|you don't want some juice?
- You have another, though.|- I think I will.
So, Tom, did you bring the list?
You can't take it.|Just a look.
I'm supposed to memorize every|single investor in a major bank?
You'll know what you're looking for|when you see it.
Tell me something.
Did you honestly find|even one of my stories funny?
No, Tom, I didn't.
-Just wanted to know where I stood.|- You knew when I called.
Oh, my God!
Jumps right out at you,|doesn't it?
Everybody stay back.|Just relax. Stay back.
Justice! Justice! Justice!
Stay over there.|Thank you very much.
Beyond the barricade.
Excuse me. Can I just--|Excuse me.
{y:i}New York Sun.
Hey, go around!|Can't you see the cable?
Sorry.
There they are!
Damn it!
Shit!
Shit!
- Would you make room?|- What do you think your chances are?
Get out of the way!
Hey! I'm down here!
Good luck. Stand back.|Everybody back.
Carmen on four.
Tell me, tell me.
Nothing. I'm sorry. I can't|even get into the building.
They're not talking|to any reporters.
The guy from "The Sentinel"|is standing over there and crying.
You're killing me here.|It's 8:20.
- Wife line!|- Oh, Jesus!
Hang on, Carmen.|I'm not late yet.
No, the Sedona thing.|I got something.
You did go to the Justice Department.|This ticks me off! What do you have?
I saw the investor list.|I'm reading it.
It's just your average bunch|of Wall Street schmoes.
Trusts and stuff,|names I don't recognize.
I'm thinking, "This goes nowhere."|Then, all of sudden, pow!
Pow? Hold on.
Hang in there, Carmen.|Yeah, so, pow.
Sedona Savings' single largest investor,|who alone lost over $5 million?
E & R Interstate Trucking.
Nicholas D'Onofrio, proprietor.
Are you telling me|these banker schmucks...
lost $5 million of the Mob's money?
Dumb fellas, huh?|Unwise guys.
Oh, hon, you are so good.|You are so good.
I love you!
{y:i}This is great. Do you know|{y:i}how good you are at that?
I mean, you drive me crazy|when you're like this.
What are you wearing?
Oh, baby.
A"s fear of racial tension mounts..."
{y:i}New Yorkers got|{y:i}their first look at the suspects...
{y:i}in the brutal Williamsburg|{y:i}killings this afternoon...
{y:i}following their booking|{y:i}at police headquarters.
{y:i}Formal charges will be filed|{y:i}tomorrow at the arraignment--
We gotta get that cop quote.|They gotta say it.
Oh, come on! I dump a big,|fat juicy steak in your lap...
and you ask for sauce?
Hang on.
Carmen, you have to get a quote.
Henry, I can't even get past|the desk sergeant.
All cops want to talk. They just don't|know they want to talk. Tell them.
He took one look|at my press pass--
You wore your press pass?|You can't wear your press pass!
Paul Bladden from "The Sentinel"|on six.
Shit! Hang on.
Paul, hi. Can you|hold on for a second?
Thanks very much.
This is so good,|I'm running this tonight.
You're supposed to be at dinner|in five minutes.
I can't help it. You're too good.|That's how good you are.
It's your fault. You actually|got yourself into a jam.
Henry, listen.|Tomorrow is fine. Tomorrow.
No, today.
- Tomorrow.|- Today. Today.
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
Today, now.
I'm on my way out at 8:25 and I|notice our presses aren't running...
which strikes me as odd since|we are, after all, a newspaper.
Got to go. See you later.
Carmen, just write up|whatever it is you got.
I'll get the quote myself.|It's okay.
Hi. Hey, Paul.|Looks like I owe you one.
90 more seconds?|Can you? Thank you.
First of all,|you look fabulous.
Cut it out.|What's going on?
I didn't get the artwork|back from the perp walk.
- Who'd you send?|- Robin.
You sent Robin to cover|the Williamsburg perp walk?
Robin happens to be|a professional news photographer.
Robin happens to be|14 years old.
Now you're being silly.
That was a cheap-ass trick!
I'm onto something with the|Sedona thing. I just need a quote.
You don't have it, and you|screwed the story you do have.
It's a fuck-up.|It's a goddam $12,000 error...
if you get the art back|in the next 20 minutes, which I doubt.
Bernie's not here,|so this is my call.
Wait for Robin till 9:00.
If she makes it by then, run "Gotcha."|If not, go with the subway.
What's the matter with you?
You are the most unethical,|unprincipled--
I cannot believe|you had the balls to do it!
Slow down.|What are you talking about?
You know what I'm talking about.
The Sedona item.|You stole it right off my desk.
Uh, uh, my ass!
Come on!|You know you stole it!
Hold on a second.
If we were working on a Sedona thing,|how would you know about it?
I hope "The Sentinel"|doesn't have a mole over here.
Did you take the item?
Because if they did, they could|get you into a lot of trouble.
It might even be illegal.|I can check on that for you.
Cut the bullshit!
Why don't I do that? Janet,|get Dick Palone in the DA's office.
I want to ask him a question.|Don't worry. I'll keep you out of this.
I just want to ask him a question.|Okay? I'll check on that for you.
Give it up, Henry.
Our guy saw McDougal banging on doors|all over the Justice Department.
I'll ask you one last time.|Did you or did you not take the item?
Well, Paul, you realize you were|talking to a journalist.
Dick who?
I realize this doesn't exactly|get us off on the right foot.
Are you out of your mind?|The offer is rescinded.
{y:i}How stupid do you think we are?|{y:i}What do you think I get...
when I put two|and two together, three?
Look, I'm trying|to be reasonable here.
Why don't you just take|my wallet as well?
Let me talk.|Let me say something--
Well, I hope|you're satisfied, asshole!
You just blew your chance|to cover the world!
Really.
Well, guess fucking what?
I don't really fucking care.|You wanna know fucking why?
Because I don't fucking live|in the fucking world!
I live in fucking New York City!
So go fuck yourself!
You handled that well.
Thank you.
Oh, my God! You look like|you're going to explode.
That's how I feel.
- Where's Henry?|- Running a little late, I suppose.
Right here. For E & R Trucking,|what would we say?
Not an alias.|You know what I mean?
Good night.
- Reputed Mob front.|- We can say that.
That's it.|Way to go, Ray.
I gotta go.|It's a sidebar. Keep it tight.
Henry, I couldn't get|anything out of Justice.
I told you my friend hates me.|Send Marty.
- She knows that guy.|- Don't worry about it.
- Does your friend at 9-1 hate you too?|- Not for a good reason. Why?
We gotta talk to him.|Pick me up at Gus's in 10 minutes.
What's with all the grunt work?|I'm a columnist.
You're not a columnist.|You're a reporter who writes long.
- Grab a clipboard.|- Clipboard?
I've got things to write,|my own stories I'm working on.
Just get a clipboard.
You can't leave|until you okay page one.
Working on it.|Tell him to get a clipboard.
{y:i}The mayor remains in close contact|{y:i}with church leaders and activists...
{y:i}in an attempt to calm fears|{y:i}of rioting and widespread violence.
{y:i}Tonight he will lead|{y:i}a solidarity march...
{y:i}beginning outside city hall...
{y:i}and proceeding through|{y:i}Washington Square Park.
{y:i}The mayor will be|{y:i}urging New Yorkers...
{y:i}to remain calm and to work|{y:i}with one another...
{y:i}to get through these days|{y:i}without incident.
- He looks familiar.|- Never saw him before.
Says he's waiting for a fight.
A fight? A fight with who?
None of your goddam business.
Turn it off.
Hi. How are you doing?
Sorry I'm late.|I hope you ordered.
No, we waited.
Hi, Mom. Dr Hackett.|How was the drive down?
I made it in an hour and 45.
So, how is work?
Work is...
looking good.
Oh, you liar!
Martha told us|about "The Sentinel j"ob.
Congratulations, darling.
Howard, let's get some champagne.
{y:i}The New York Sentinel.|That's what I call a newspaper.
Good evening.
Have you decided yet?
Oh, Henry, look fast.
We'll fill in for you here.|Sarah?
I'll start with|a small Caesar salad.
I don't see it on the menu,|but I always love to have--
Small Caesar? No problem.
And then I'll have with|that small Caesar salad...
a rack of lamb.
Are you okay?
And for you, sir?
What's that, Mom?|Oh, yeah.
Okay, here we go.
What I was gonna say was--
You're probably gonna find this|a little hard to believe.
You in particular, I think...
are gonna get|a real big kick out of it.
I can't stay. I have to|put the paper to bed.
But what do you say|we all get together later...
and go have some dessert|at that place.
Are you kidding?
-It was a two-hour trip.|-Don't they even let you eat dinner now?
And you know the other thing|I was gonna tell you?
I lost "The Sentinel j"ob...
because I stole the lead|off the editor's desk.
That's the other thing.
I couldn't resist.|They are so smug over there.
They've got maps, seating charts,|guys wearing bow ties.
You did it on purpose! You did|exactly what I asked you not to do!
l-- You're shouting,|first of all.
I know I'm shouting!|I like to shout!
Don't you notice? I keep talking louder|because you haven't heard!
I try to have a sense of humour.|All it gets me is a pat on the head.
- You don't listen! You don't see!|- I am listening.
Of course I see.|Hi. See what?
How scared I am.
I will be there.
I swear to God I will be there.|We mean more to me...
than anything else.
- You know that.|- Let me give you a hypothetical.
Really?
- A guy breaks into the apartment.|- Breaks into the apartment.
He's got a gun,|holds it to my head.
He says, "I blow your wife's brains out|or I blow up the "Sun" building."
Choose. Now.|What do you say?
What do you think I say?
It's ridiculous.|It's not gonna happen.
That is exactly my point.|It is never one big dramatic choice.
It is little, vague situations|every day...
and you're either there|or you're not.
If you keep waiting for the guy with|the gun to show up, it will be too late.
I will be there.|I promise.
Henry, 9:00!|Let's go!
What?
You know,|I mean after tonight, hon.
You would do the same thing.
I saw you waddle off|8 1/2 months pregnant to chase a story.
We're gonna miss this guy!
Wait! Hold on a minute!
Come inside now. Sit down and|have dinner like you said you would.
Hon, come on.
Don't take the bat out of my hand.|It's the ninth inning.
I gotta get the quote.|The guy won't be there all night.
Why are you calm?|Don't get calm. I hate this.
Shout or something.|You like to shout.
You should have just told me|if we had a kid I'd be on my own.
You really should have told me.
You won't.
Two hours.
Two hours.|You hear me?
Probably not even two hours.|Hour and a half, okay?
Come on.|Honey, wait a minute.
It's not even--|It will be two--
Listen to me.
- Henry, come on!|- Oh, man.
Yeah, 99%|of your time and effort...
goes into three basic things:
your house, your work,|your family.
- Well?|- Women in general...
if you don't have a family,|or men or sheep or whatever.
I made the leap, Bern.
If you put them all together...
the three of them want more than you|gotta give, so what do you do?
That's a tough one.
Now...
your family, they're people...
so you figure you can get|a little human leeway there.
You figure they'll bend.
- But--|- So you crap all over them.
Yeah, you do. You do.
- Freshen it up for you?|- Yeah, you read my mind.
Hey, you. Bong!
Oh, God, please.|Something. Anything.
Anything in focus.
Oh, shit!
I am fired.
Oh, that's it.
I got it!
I've been writing a book|about my life--
an autobiography of my days with the|Civil Rights movement and other cases.
I hope it's a big success.
Probably a movie.
- Ah, Greg, Cynthia.|- How are you?
Send me that advance issue.|Talk to you next week.
How are you?|It's good to see you.
I feel funny about it. Yeah.|See you later.
Excuse me.
There's something I'd like to discuss.|I didn't want to bother you upstairs.
I feel an obligation...
to act on this directly with you|because I think we have a good--
I think we have|a good relationship...
and I'd like to take it further.
And I think the way to do that|is face to face.
You know, you and l,|face to face.
I'm gay.
Well, I wasn't--|I mean, that's fine.
I'm kidding.
- That was really good.|- Yeah, well, what's up?
Well, I won't waste your time.|I have other offers.
Didn't we just|renegotiate your contract?
Yeah, but my deal's up|in just under a year.
Eighteen months, isn't it?
Well, technically, that would be|more accurate, but you know, with--
Yeah. Well, I'll tell you what.
If you have other offers,|you have my permission to pursue them.
Don't come to me again|without talking to Bernie first.
I don't like it.|It's cheap. Okay?
We done?
I don't think you--
I'd love it|if you weren't here.
I'm going to keep you|as my bitch, boy.
I want those sneakers, man.
- What the hell you looking at, boy?|- How you doing, sweetheart?
You got a problem here?
- Man, I'm so scared.|- Don't talk.
Yeah, what am I|supposed to do?
Stay awake.
Here's your damn clipboard.|The next time you want office supplies--
Keep the clipboard.|The clipboard's for you.
A clipboard and a confident wave will|get you into any building in the world.
Hi. How are you?
Jesus Christ!|You scared the shit out of me.
We gotta talk about|this Williamsburg-Sedona thing.
Oh, geez, I don't believe this.
Let's go.|Everybody's on edge around here.
At home!
I told you a million times: You want|to talk to me, talk to me at home.
We think we know what happened.|Nick D'Onofrio wanted to settle a debt.
His guys made it look|like a race war.
Now they got the neighbourhoods|all stirred up.
You know what would happen to me|if somebody saw us talking?
What's going on?|You guys looking at D'Onofrio?
The dead guys lost|his five million bucks.
What's he gonna do,|buy 'em Giants tickets?
Congratulations. You have|a firm grasp of the obvious.
Thank you.
Then if you do suspect him,|why are those two kids in jail?
I ain't going on record.|Who the fuck is this guy?
We just want to know|what you think.
To characterize the arrest,|what would you say?
- To who?|- To anybody. To your wife.
Your wife says, "How was your day?"|What do you say?
Fuck you.
To your wife?
You're not getting me fired.
If you're all right with "Gotcha"|as tomorrow's headline...
that's what it's gonna be.
Me, I can't live with it,|but if you can, okay. Thanks.
- "Gotcha"?|- Over a picture of the kids.
Don't run that bullshit!
What do you think I'm trying to do?|Look, I got news for you.
I'm not locked up in the men's room|with a cop because it's a good time.
Frankly, I've had better times.
I'm here because|I think the story is wrong. Is it?
Is it?
If you have something, give it to me,|but don't act coy...
and say "Fuck you," because,|quite frankly, it's a waste of our time.
And you know what?|I have no more fucking time.
I need it right now!
We run what you guys give us.|You gave us "Gotcha."
I didn't give you that bullshit.|Downtown gave you that shit.
All downtown cares...
is that you guys run nice, front-page|stories about how we got the guys.
Everybody can still come to New York|with their money. Next month...
when the kids are released|because of lack of evidence--
They were just walking by,|for Christ's sake.
We don't even have|a print on a murder weapon.
When that gets out,|you guys...
will bury it on page 23|and nobody will notice.
- Can you give me that on the record?|- Stop the shit, will you?
- Bullshit.|- Do something.
These are nice kids, Richie. These are|good kids you guys threw in jail.
These kids have bright futures.|One of them is an honour student.
The other one's a ball player.
He's a tailback.|He's going to Penn State this fall.
This makes me sick.
Penn State?
Yeah. Nittany Lions.
You guys use my name on this,|and I will fucking find you.
You understand?
I got it. Police department source only.|Promise, right?
These kids?
They didn't do it.
This is great!|It writes like butter.
There is actual butter|coming out of my pen.
The guy actually said the headline.|He said it. He used the word.
"They didn't do it."
You got an honest-to-God exclusive.
Alicia's going to have to|kiss my ass on this one.
Come on, baby.|Right here!
I gotta know if she hates me.|If she hates me, there's no point.
Hates you?
She's your daughter.
What could you do|that she would hate you?
I kept fucking my reporters and...
broke her mother's heart.
- That would do it.|- Yeah, it would. It did.
I think we got room|for 20 inches on this one.
Give me a killer lead.|You got three minutes.
- I need four.|- Three.
Whatever.Just make it fast.|We're ripping page one for a new wood.
- I have to talk to you.|- "They Didn't Do It" as big as you can.
I'm subbing one and three.
Main bar on three.|120-point, all caps.
Slap "Exclusive" in there.|Big, big.
You know if we get these kids--|What's the matter?
Did you feel that?
Oh, my God.
They ran it.
They fucking ran it.
They ran the wrong|fucking headline! God!
- I'm stopping it.|- What?
We stop and replate.
Go write up what you've got. Tell Lou|to send down "They Didn't Do It."
Are you going to say it?
You gotta say it.
Use the same art.
How often do you get the chance?|You can't do it and not say it!
Stop the presses!
- How do we stop the run?|- Who are you?
I'm the Metro editor.|How do we stop the run?
We don't stop the run.
I mean if we had to. A guy breaks in,|puts a gun to your head.
- How do you stop the run?|- Hit the kill button.
Thank you.
Hey, don't touch that!
Where's the key?|Give me the key.
- Chuck's got the key.|- Give me Chuck!
Hi. How are you?
This is working.|This is gonna work.
All right.
What the hell is going on?
You sure you got|authorization for this?
I got authorization. How long will|it take once we get the new plate in?
Twenty, thirty minutes.|We have to rethread the whole machine.
I'd feel better|if I talked to Ms Clark first.
- I already talked to her.|- You son of a bitch.
You're not gonna stop this run.
- Did you run that headline?|- You're goddam right.
We were two hours past deadline.|Nobody knew where you were.
It's 180 degrees wrong.|We gotta change it.
- How far are we into the run?|- A quarter of the way, maybe more.
- There's 90,000 papers on the trucks.|- No way! We run what we got.
It's wrong!
Given the information we had,|it's right.
Yeah, but it's not right.
I got a cop. I got a quote.|It's wrong.
Not today. Tomorrow it's wrong.|We only have to be right for a day.
This shouldn't be semantics|or money.
People will read this,|and they'll believe us.
People take the "Sun" with a grain|of salt. We'll run yours tomorrow.
No! Not tomorrow!|Right fucking now today!
I bet you thought|it would never catch up with you--
that I don't know|the shit you guys say about me.
You think I don't get the bean counter|jokes or understand your snide shit?
You don't even have|a college degree.
You couldn't take|the shit I put up with!
You assholes think I don't know|that you wait until I leave...
before you sneak off|to the Bear's Head?
Can't invite me for a lousy drink.
- You jerk, it's not about you or me!|- Never thought it'd catch up with you.
Well, fuck you.|It catches up today.
We run what we've got.
Give me those fucking keys.
- Give me those keys.|- No.
- You give me those keys!|- Get out of my way.
Can you believe this?
Are you all right?
Hold it!
Give me the keys!
Are you nuts?
Somebody should stop this.
Give me the goddam--
I'm sorry!
Come on!
Give me the keys!
- Get away from me.|- You goddam son of a bitch!
Arrogant bastard!
Get away from me!
You are so fucking fired.
I'm fired? You can't--
- Can you start without a web break?|- Probably.
- Do it.|- Yes, ma'am.
Congratulations.
You've officially become|everything you used to hate.
What the hell|is that supposed to mean?
Hey! Come here!
That's my car,|you son of a bitch! Come here!
Shit!
Come back here, you--
Oh, come on!
Did you see that?
You're a witness!|God!
Oh, shit!
Son of a bitch.
What's the matter with you?
- The car got towed.|- Again?
You want a ride?
I'm not a leper.|I'll buy you a drink.
Thank you so much|for the ugly spotted thing...
I got from two other people.
What was it? On sale?
I know you're in training, but|would you have another drink with me?
By the way,|Bernie White's the name.
Marion Sandusky.
Why does that ring a bell?
What do you want me to say?
"Good job. You struck a blow|for journalistic integrity today"?
I can't do it. You abused your position|to settle a personal score.
It is what it is. Live with it.|Henry was right.
- Double bourbon up.|- What do you mean?
Dewars on the rocks, please.|Henry was glib, that's all.
"Everything I used to hate."|What does that even mean?
Henry wouldn't have a newspaper|to work on if I hadn't saved it.
Henry doesn't have|a newspaper to work on.
Oh, please!
I'm ODing on|righteous indignation tonight.
I know I know that name|from someplace.
- Common name.|- No, it's not a common name.
I gotta go to the john.
We're not exactly|the "Washington Post," okay?
No, we're not.
We run stupid headlines|because we think they're funny.
We run maimings on the front page|because we got good art.
I spend three weeks bitching|about my car because it sells papers.
At least it's the truth.
As far as I can remember...
we never, ever knowingly|got a story wrong, until tonight.
That's what Henry meant.
- You got any smokes?|- What kind you want?
Box is fine.
- What's going on?|- Your wife.
They just went upstairs, but--
- Marty. Oh, God!|- Go, go, go!
- Move. We're taking her down.|- I'm her husband. What happened?
Your wife's haemorrhaging vaginally.|We need to ask you some questions.
- Hold the elevator.|- I got it.
- How long before she's due?|- Two weeks.
Does she have any existing|health problems or allergies?
She's allergic to penicillin.|What's wrong with her?
Could be "abruptio placentae."
- They'll diagnose at the hospital.|- Blood pressure's high. 150 over 100.
Anything unusual|about the pregnancy?
Fetal heart rate|is slipping down to 60 beats a minute.
- What's that mean?|- Got to get her out of here.
It's gonna be okay, honey.|Come on!
Who's this?
It's Alicia Clark.|Get me the press room.
Hey, big Mac. How you doing?|Heard you got a novel going.
- Who told you that?|- Hamill.
I didn't tell Hamill.
Cheryl, let me get|another bourbon.
What's it about?
It's a story I did|a couple of years ago.
You're the parking commissioner.
- You should do the Siamese triplets.|- I don't wanna do that.
- You're blowing it.|- Hey, wait, wait!
Get the fuck out of my way!
I'll kill you,|you son of a bitch!
What? You got stuck?
No! Chuck! I've gotta|talk to Chuck now!
- Fucking son of a bitch!|- I'll kill you, you fuck!
Son of a bitch.|You little prick!
You won't get me!
Get back! Get back!
Give me back that gun.|Give me back the gun, Sandusky.
Shut up!
I don't need you to tell me|the fucking department's fucked up!
I know it's fucked up!|It was fucked up when I got there.
Why did you have to pick on me?
- You should have returned my calls.|- You called me a mindless bureaucrat!
You should have paid|for the damages.
You made my kids|scared to go to school.
You made my wife cry|when she reads the paper.
At least she bought it,|didn't she?
Now come on.
You tell me right now or I'm going|to pull this fucking trigger.
Why me?
You work for the city.|It was your turn.
You guys don't understand.
Pal, you don't wanna hurt him,|and you don't wanna go to jail.
- I'm not nuts.|- We understand.
Give me the gun.
I'll scare him so fucking much!
- Be scared for a change!|- Come on.
Thank God I caught you.
Be scared for a change!
I want you--
What?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
- The bullet came out of the wall.|- Call an ambulance.
- Why did it come out of the wall?|- To get to the other side?
Sorry.
Would you tell her|I said I was sorry?
Shut up.
I gotta talk to Chuck.
A woman's been shot.|We need an ambulance.
Could I have one too?
Let's go.
We're at the hospital.|The doctor knows we're coming.
She'll be okay?
Type her for six units.
I'm the anaesthesiologist.|I have to ask you some questions.
- Is there anything I can do?|- We're going to the operating room.
- I'm going in.|- Wait here!
If you wanna help, wait here.|I'll be back as soon as I can.
No penicillin.
Oh, my God.|I gotta call my office.
Let's prep her for OR.
I need to make a telephone call.
You have to change planes|in San Juan.
It's only 4 1/2 hours from New York.
No kidding.
I've gotta talk to Chuck.
Hello?|I've gotta talk to Chuck!
Honey!
Lady, you're shot.|They'll have to wait.
Isn't it hot down there?
So you're hot. So jump in the ocean.|That's what it's for.
You're gonna have a Caesarean.|Do you have any medical problems?
- Do you take any medicine?|- OR four.
Have you ever had surgery?
Anybody in the family|have problems with anaesthesia?
When did you eat last?
- Get the scrub ready.|- Move over.
Come on. Move over.
- When did you last eat?|- Today.
How long ago?
- Help us out here.|- Bend your knees.
We cannot operate until|you sign the consent form.
I will sign the consent form...
when you get me|his goddam phone!
Replate!
We're gonna get the baby out.
Get the arm board on.|Put a wedge under her.
- I got the IV.|- The baby.
We're gonna get baby out right now.|We're doing a Caesarean section.
We're going to have you|go off to sleep now.
Save the baby.
I'm going to give you|some oxygen to breathe.
- Take a deep breath.|- I'm ready. Let's go.
You'll be asleep soon.|We'll get the baby out.
- Get the Betadine on the belly.|- This will be cold.
Blood pressure is dropping.
Everything's okay.|You're doing fine.
Get the drape on.
Try to relax.
Everything's gonna be okay.|Nice deep breaths. Stop crying.
She's not asleep yet.|Wait till I say "cut."
Get the retractor.
Hurry up.
She's not even intubated yet.
You're going to sleep now.|Everything's fine.
Will the baby be all right?
Two-second cardio.
It's okay.|I need about 20 more seconds.
There isn't time.
I haven't intubated her yet.
I'm working|as fast as I can.
Five more seconds.
Cut!
What are you doing here?
It's a long story.
Is she gonna be okay?
Maybe. I don't know.
I should have been with her.
There he is.|Under the lights.
That's just a warmer.
- He looks great.|- He is great. He's fine.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
Guess you kind of|kicked everybody's butt today.
You did great.
Way to go.
I'm sorry.
- Didn't you notice?|- What?
All the crap.
Today I can't even remember it.
I love you.
Can I read that|when you're done?
Buy your own.
A"ll news, all the time."
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