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Abra la puerta.

Sea federal.

Está usted bajo arresto.

Abra. Abra la puerta.

Come on, Carson. Get dressed and let's
get in the car.

Who the hell are you guys?

I don't see any IDs. Well, move unless
you want to come the way you are.

Hey, listen. Who's arresting me? You or
them?

This is Mexico. You don't have any
jurisdiction.

Well, technically, they're arresting
you.

But we're escorting you back to your
country.

Es nuestro.

Muchas gracias por su ayuda.

Aren't you going to read me my rights?

Tell him it's nice anyway.

How about twice as fast as he thinks?

Did you read his latest piece?

Yeah.

You want it?

No, thanks.

Who hired him anyway? I don't know. He
was here when I got here.

Hmm?

Has he gotten worse or what? No. As a
matter of fact, he's improved.

At his present rate, in ten years, he'll
be mediocre.

Maybe by that time he'll have finished
that short story he's working on.

I want you to come down to the bureau
and stop the FBI.

Daddy, something weird is going on.

What did the police say about all this?

Well... When his family's lawyer called,
there was some vague talk about drugs,

that Ted was involved with smuggling.
But I know for a fact that's just plain

Froot Loops.

Daddy, it's true.

Ted's like a brother to me.

You know that I've known him since he
was, what, 11 years old.

I mean, I know.

I know how he felt about that whole drug
thing. Kids used to hit on him for

being so out of it.

He doesn't have to use drugs to smuggle.

I mean, not every bookmaker gambles.

Dad. Well, there is big money in drugs.

For Ted?

Daddy, what does he need the money for?

The son of the chairman of the board of
Teletext?

A kid whose father is the director of
five other corporations? Come on, Daddy.

It happens, Joanie.

I don't know. What do you want me to do?

I don't know.

Couldn't we at least find out what's
going on?

Eddie, please.

His family's really upset.

Let me get this straight. Charlie Hume's
daughter comes in here with a story and

you want me to check it out?

Quietly. What, are we turning into a
detective agency? I'm working on that

illegal alien series. Now it ties into
big politics.

Do it in your spare time.

Nose around the cop house on your lunch
hour or something.

It's after lunch.

How about my dinner hour? Whatever's
best.

All you know is an arrest took place.
Someone said drugs. Where's he being

That's just it. Nobody seems to know. He
just got in that car and disappeared.

Dig around.

Why me?

Why not Driscoll or Feldman? I'm not
exactly buddy -buddy over at the cop

Mm -hmm.

Good training for you.

Ingratiate yourself. Just remember to do
it quietly.

Why quietly?

Cops are acting strange about this one.

Okay. But remember, only if I have time
after the illegal alien story.

Understood.

Probably is drugs.

Hmm.

What is this low under protest?

Some guy undressed in front of the
assessor's office to protest his

taxes. Why is it always a guy, never a
girl?

I don't think so, thanks anyway.

Um, Jim, wheat crop to match last
year's.

Fascinating. Maybe we should put the
crossword puzzle on the front page.

Uh, why don't we write a little story on
the disappearance of that kid? What's

his name, man?

Ted Morrison.

You know, we'll put it in a box with a
border.

Mystery surrounds the arrest of Ted
Morrison, son of the chairman of the

of Teletext.

Police are being strangely vague, et
cetera, et cetera. Then when Rossi comes

with the details, we'll flesh it out.

Sounds like the kid was busted on a dope
charge. The old man has the clout to

hush it up.

No. No, the parents are in the dark.
They're trying to find out what's going

My daughter knows the kid. She says that
a drug charge against him is unlikely.

You want to keep the space open?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, we'll hold it open and we'll see
what Rossi comes in with.

That's what he came in with last night.

Wouldn't want to put her on the front
page.

Anything new on that brush fire out in
the valley?

Yeah, I think it might be hurt.

You think Charlie said it?

He was so desperate for something for
the front page.

Nothing from Rossi yet, huh? No.

City desk.

Okay, Charlie, I'll be right in.

Lou, this is Harold Soner. Hi. Hello.
Don't worry.

Will you tell Mr. Grant what you've been
telling me? Special agent with the

State Bureau of Narcotics Enforcement.

I'm here to ask that your reporter back
off the Ted Morrison arrest.

We're afraid he may inadvertently
jeopardize our investigation.

How? You already made your arrest.

We're after bigger fish.

We don't want your reporter to blow
eight months of intensive investigative

work.

What kind of drugs are we talking about?

Horse.

Heroin.

Mexican brow, mostly.

Cocaine, of course.

Well, that's it.

I wanted something concrete.

I got it.

Only we can't print it.

Is that it?

Not for a while.

When the time comes, we'll be the first
to know.

Right. Look, we've always cooperated
with the authorities on matters of this

kind. I told Mr. Soder that, of course,
we'll... Co -operate now.

Right, Lou?

Yeah, sure.

It's always a pleasure to sit on a good
story.

Rossi.

Yeah, Lou?

I asked you to check into that arrest
quietly.

What'd you do, go in there with a
bullhorn?

What are you talking about?

You, at the cop house, making a lot of
noise about the Morrison kid.

But, Lou, I... Have you ever heard of
the word discreet?

Lou, I haven't been to the cop house
yet. Why not?

Wait a second.

You haven't been there? No, I was hung
up on the illegal alien story. I was

planning to stop on my way home.

I don't get it.

I don't get it either.

How did that narcotics agent know enough
to tell us to back off a story when we

weren't even on it yet?

Let's call him and find out.

Hi, listen, will you get me an agent by
the name of Harold Soner at the State

Bureau of Narcotics Enforcement?

Yeah, thank you.

Nobody knew you were doing this.

Just you, me, Rossi, the guys in the
budget meeting, and whoever they talked

What's going on? Did you mention to
anybody that you were working on the

Morrison story?

I almost forgot about it myself.

Yep.

I see.

Okay, thanks.

She wasn't there?

I never heard of her.

Lou Grant will continue in a moment here
on A &E.

How are you, sir? How's it going?

Let's go to my office.

Quieter. Right.

That's the only way it looks on that
Morrison thing. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah.

Okay,

what'd you find out?

Well, this kid, Ted Morrison, was
arrested, but there's no record of his

having been processed through here.

Well, that's strange, isn't it? Not so
strange if you tie it in with this other

arrest.

What's that?

A friend of Morrison's, a Michael
Carson, was picked up at the Mexican

the same feds.

I think this is just a drug rap and that
Morrison's old man is using his

influence to squelch it.

I keep hearing that.

Lou Grant?

Uh -huh.

Yes, I did. I called your office last
night.

Harold Soner?

Uh -huh.

Oh, he is.

Well, that's very interesting.

Thank you very much.

Cute. What's that about?

A guy named Soner came in here yesterday
representing himself as a special agent

of the State Department of Justice
Narcotics.

He tells us to lay off the Morrison
story.

Only when we called his office last
night, they never heard of him.

I get a call just now from the same
office saying they made a mistake.

Soner really is a narcotics
investigator.

You probably just didn't talk to the
right guy, Lou.

Those state bureaus are so messed up,
it's a wonder they don't go around

arresting each other.

Do you think it's a drug case?

Well, feds, Mexico, rich kid.

Smells like it to me.

You're right about one thing. It smells.

Only if it's drugs.

I'll personally double your salary.

And if someone works for the state, I'll
triple it.

Hey, that'll get me even from the Super
Bowl.

How about it, Charles?

I think this goes right.

It still sounds like drugs.

We can arm an important investigation by
running it prematurely. Maybe it is a

drug case, but it's like none I ever
heard of.

Usually they're trumpeting about what a
great job they've done.

Yeah, X million dollars worth of illicit
narcotics.

Two weeks later, they announce that it's
mysteriously disappeared.

The mice ate it.

Listen, at the very least, someone's
playing fast and loose with these kids'

constitutional rights. Hold it.

Just let me think a minute.

What is it, Charlie?

Why should we walk on eggshells for this
one?

I just don't think we have enough.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

You sound like a locker room.

The point is, we'll get enough if we go
with the story.

Smoke out the rest of it. Run it as a
mystery.

Where is Ted Morrison?

Who arrested him? What's he charged
with? I say we get it out in the open.

Pressure. Enough pressure and
something's bound to surface.

Oh, yeah, something's liable to surface,
all right.

You all agree?

Absolutely. Okay,

we'll go with it. Box below the fold and
run over to page three.

I have a nagging feeling about this, I
don't mind telling you.

I don't like it a bit.

I read it.

Thanks anyway.

Mind if I join you?

You can sit down. I don't know about
joining.

Interesting article.

Nicely written.

We do our best.

I was under the impression he had an
understanding.

You told me you'd keep hands off.

I told someone that, yes.

But when I checked on him, I discovered
he didn't exist.

All right.

That idea was improvised.

I was trying to keep things simple.

Then why don't you start by telling me
what's going on?

I'm sure you must have guessed by now.

I'm a very plain man, Mr. Soner, if
that's your name.

I don't like subtlety. It makes me
nervous.

If you want to talk to me, talk plain.

I suggest you have a talk with your
publisher.

We have an arrangement with your
newspaper.

What do you mean arrangement? Who's we?

Everyone says that.

How do I know that's legit?

Your other idea looked great, too. Where
do you get those made?

I can assure you it's quite legitimate.

You're making little jokes at a time
when your country security is at stake.

Oh, really?

We'd appreciate it if you killed that
story.

And any future stories about Ted
Morrison, Michael Carson, or Teletext

give you the all clear.

He really appreciated it.

CIA preposterous.

This time, I think he was telling the
truth.

You know, at the entrance to CIA
headquarters in Langley, Virginia,

a quotation from St. John, I think.

Ye shall know the truth, and the truth
shall make you free.

Who says bureaucrats don't have a sense
of humor?

Well, I suppose it's possible he was
telling the truth.

He said they had an arrangement with the
trip.

Well, I believe at one time.

They did have an arrangement when my
husband was still living during the

heights, oh, the depths of the Cold War.

What was the arrangement?

Well, I remember different things.

Harmless things, it seemed to Matthew at
the time. Almost routine.

Of course you realize that practically
all the media in this country has been

involved with the CIA.

Newspapers, television networks,
magazines.

Yeah, but the Trib? Why should the Trib
be any different from the others?

Some of the best papers in the country
admit to CIA ties.

Did you know of this arrangement?

No, it was all before I came here. But
it was everywhere.

It was all around.

A congressional investigation brought it
all out.

What? Over 400 journalists since the
war.

Stringers, reporters, editors,
management.

Some of them under contract, others
doing a friend a favor.

It would start so casually, in such a
mundane way.

Phone call from a friend, perhaps some
lunch.

Oh, and by the way, I understand you're
about to leave to join your London

bureau or Tokyo, Moscow.

He'd say yes.

And the friend would ask him to do what?

Nothing.

Just asked to talk to him when he got
back.

Debrief was the fashionable word.

Did you have a friend?

Matthew did.

When he died and I took over this paper,
they came to me from time to time

asking for favors. I told them to go fly
a kite.

Yeah, but they might have had an
arrangement with somebody else here.

Possibly. Do you know of anyone today on
the trip with ties to the CIA?

Not that I know of.

Sona intimated that there was someone
right here on the paper with ties to

Today? Yeah, today, now.

What could anyone local do for you? Do
you remember that case in the East?

Kentucky, I think it was.

There was a young man hired as a
reporter on a respected paper.

Couldn't type, couldn't write. Nobody
really knew why he got the job.

Turned out the CIA had planted him for a
career cover so that he would have a

history of having worked as a newspaper
man.

And then they could plant him plausibly
on a paper overseas somewhere.

Tricky. Quite.

And it doesn't take much of that before
every American newspaper man abroad is

looked upon as a spy.

Yeah. And everything we print looks
fishy, even the weather reports.

All right. They might be handling it
clumsily.

But if national security is somehow
involved... Every time anyone mentions

national security, we shut our eyes and
turn our heads. Nobody even wants to

know the time of day.

I say let's open our eyes and keep
going. I do, too.

But why don't we... Mr. Grant, please.

I've already made the decision.

Why must you continue making arguments
when people are agreeing with you?

We could be in for some heat.

I know.

Too bad.

Oh, stop acting like you're so
concerned.

You love it when things heat up.

Billy! Lassie!

How'd you two like to team up again on
something?

I knew you'd be excited.

Well, I am, and that's enough.

What's the background?

Right now, it's pretty much of a blank.

The Ted Morrison arrest.

You're going ahead with it? Terrific.

Now, he hasn't been indicted, at least
publicly.

And no one knows what he's even charged
with.

But we do know the government's got him
tucked away somewhere.

And no one else admits to knowing
anything.

Start with Teletext, the place he
worked. Find out what his job was. Maybe

related somehow.

And if anyone says drugs or narcotics,
make them prove it. What if they say

national security?

Try the First Amendment.

What are you waiting for? Chapter
headings?

What happened to my piece on shopping
cart theft?

Hello.

It was very enlightening.

There was such a heavy news day
yesterday that I had to put it on the

He really fought for it.

Well, it's no sweat.

I'll wrap out another one.

Wrap out.

I like that.

Every time he hears a bell ring on his
typewriter, he goes to lunch.

Who?

You think Rossi's the one?

Probably.

The one what?

The guy at the trip who's on the CIA
payroll.

Are you crazy?

Rossi hates the establishment.

Good cover.

What's the matter, you gone dippy? If I
believe Rossi worked for the CIA, then

I'd have to believe anyone around here
could.

Well, almost anyone.

Does that include me?

Or you? Of course not.

Lou Grant will continue in a moment here
on A &E.

To Lou Grant.

This is not on the budget, but I have
something interesting developing.

Well, put some ointment on it.

I have some information about a possible
shake -up in the National Security

Agency. Where'd you hear that?

From Patterson in the Washington Bureau.
Why?

No reason.

Stay with it, Jim, and let us know if
you hear anything.

Hey, when are we going to see that CIA
story on the Metro budget?

It's coming along.

Have you got anything we can look at?

Oh, there's only a real film.

When?

Can't tell.

Charlie, speaking of the CIA, there's a
rumor bobbing around that

someone on the trip has got an umbilical
cord to the agency.

And that he... Or she is feeding them
information.

Well... Anybody else hear that?

Yeah.

We all heard it.

Is it true?

Well, we can't be sure, but it... It
kind of looks that way.

Do you have any idea who it is? They
don't exactly wear signs.

Actually, it could be anyone.

Oh, I hope it's that new music critic. I
don't like him.

Well, you should mention that.

I heard of a music critic back east who
was on their payroll.

I mean, he had a contract with them.

Traveled to music festivals all over
Europe.

Our man in Salzburg, huh? Not a bad job.

Bite your tongue.

Can we get back to the Boynton Forest?

It's something familiar.

It's something real.

The rest of this is just fog.

Joan?

Oh, may I speak to Joan Hume, please?

Billy Newman.

Joanie? Hi, is Billy Newman of the trip?

Yeah. Um, listen, I wonder, uh, I need
you to do me a big favor.

Could you set up an interview with Ted
Morrison's parents for me?

Well, I didn't think it would be easy,
but I thought maybe you'd have a better

shot at it than I would.

Oh, great, Joan, great.

Well, anytime, day or night.

You have my home number, right?

It's horrific. Just let me know. Okay.

Dad, thanks, Joe.

If you're looking for the submarine
plants, I burned them.

Oh, hi.

Hi there.

What was I doing in your desk?

Oh, were you in my desk?

Uh, I was, uh... I was looking for your
candy bar, Dad.

You? Look.

You're the one who's been stealing my
Snickers. Oh, not so loud.

You have been copying my stash, and I
thought I was going nuts. Rossi.

You, the cottage cheese queen, have been
scoffing one of the few pleasures I

have in life.

You're not going to tell anybody, are
you?

Look, just stay out of my droid, okay?

I'll cut it out.

Everyone's affected by this thing.

You should have been at some of the
budget meetings lately.

You can feel the paranoia growing.

Like mushrooms in a science fiction
movie.

I felt it myself.

I came in this afternoon. I saw this one
going through my desk.

I thought, she's the pipeline to the
CIA.

I have a confession to make.

Now I was rummaging in your desk, I
suddenly thought, what if I find

that links you to the CIA?

Are you kidding?

I'm, uh, am I butting in?

Well, sit down, Driscoll.

Hi, honey.

I don't see how you can drink that
stuff.

It's easy.

I just remember the dry cleaning bills I
used to have. And the jobs I used to

have.

I'm a jug man, honey.

Didn't she know?

I'm sorry.

Oh, honey. Don't be embarrassed.

Listen, everybody has a Jones.

Well, you know, a monkey.

An addiction.

Maybe not as visible as alcohol, but
just as tough.

You've got one?

Rossi does?

Rossi does not.

Oh, yeah?

Let's see your kick sugar.

Gotcha.

Hmm.

Well, how are you kids doing with the
big mystery scoop?

Do you have something we can use?

Me? I'm just a cop -out schlub. I don't
move in the coke and dagger circles.

If you did have something, would we hear
about it?

That's an interesting question.

Now, I'll tell you something. I'm just
an old -time reporter.

I don't know anything about these
fashionable fancy moves nowadays.

But I do know something.

The FBI and the CIA...

These are our guys.

When do people start forgetting that
they're on our side?

How far back do you want to go?

Okay, okay. The CIA had some excesses.
But that does not make them the enemy.

Listen, I would love to live in a world
where we didn't need the FBI or need the

CIA. But the sun don't shine out there
all the time. Or maybe you haven't

noticed. There are bad guys out there.

Are you equipped to take them on?

Because I'm not.

Nobody says do away with the agencies.

When they start recruiting in my city
room, then I start to get nervous.

Yeah, Lou.

We're in the same business, aren't we?

We are.

It's been a while since I tried to
overthrow a foreign government. How

you, Joe?

Uh, not since high school.

Okay, okay. I meant that we are
ferreting out information the same as

Oh, brother.

Listen, kid.

It may come as a shock to you, but I can
remember when it wasn't dirty to try

and do a favor for your country.

I mean this, Lou.

No, I know you do, George.

Boy, I cannot see anything wrong with
giving the CIA some information that at

cocktail party we'd give it out to
anybody who asked for it.

You can't be blind to the fact that if
one, just one newsman is on the CIA

payroll as an informant, then every
other American reporter is stuck with

stigma. And after that, are they ever
100 %?

Lou, I've heard those arguments before.
I'm sorry. This is still my country, and

these guys are on my side.

Why should I have to choose between
being a newspaper man and being an

Who says you can't be patriotic and
still be your own man?

You think it's possible to have a
relationship with the CIA and still look

public in the eye? Yes, I do.

Wrong. But everybody knows that the CIA
used its ties with the media to angle

news coverage its way?

No. It's a two -way street.

You give a little and you take a little.

Listen, I tell them what hotel in Zagreb
picks up my passport.

And the agency puts me onto a hot story
and they help me cover it? What happens

to your independence in a relationship
like that?

Oh, honey.

Listen, look, look.

I go out and I have lunch with a CIA
contact, okay?

That's all he is, just a contact.

He can go back to the agency and type up
a report saying that I'm in his pocket.

But that means nothing. It's all the way
you look at things.

Are you in someone's pocket, George?

My bookies.

Now, listen. Wait a minute. You mean the
CIA, don't you?

I'll tell you something.

They never asked me.

I'm sorry they never asked me.

Because if they had, I wouldn't have
walked away.

And today?

Does that go for today?

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

Thanks for the exercise.

Keeps me out of the bars.

Lou Grant will continue in a moment here
on A &E.

I'd rather you didn't use that, Miss
Newman.

It helps us both. I'd like to be as
accurate as possible.

There's not much I can tell you.

Have you seen your son?

Yes. He's being held in one of the
federal buildings. We talked to him, but

were told not to discuss it.

By whom?

I can't tell you, Joan.

It's all right. I think we know.

Has he been indicted?

No. Surely charged.

Yes. With what?

Drugs?

Mrs. Morrison, I just can't tell you.

I can.

It's good to see you, Joan.

I'm sorry I'm late, dear.

This is my husband, Billy Newman, of the
Tribune.

I gather as much. How do you do?

Hello.

Mr. Morrison, your son hasn't been
indicted, but he has been charged.

With what?

Espionage.

Can you believe such ridiculous
nonsense?

We really were told not to discuss it.
I'm not sure... I don't care if that's

not what we're supposed to do. They've
charged our son with espionage, Gloria.

And they're not going to keep me quiet
about their stupidity.

What exactly has your son supposed to
have done?

They say... Now, get this.

They say that Ted and a friend...
Michael Carson.

Right. That they sold secrets.

Not gave.

Sold secrets to the Russian embassy in
Mexico City.

Well, he was working in teletext. Did he
have access to anything classified?

He had a flunky's job.

Espionage.

Ted, the master spy.

What is this but another example of
government incompetence?

I tried to get those fool agents up here
to look around.

Well, you look around, Miss Newman.

You think he needed money badly enough
to sell out to the communists?

No, ever since he was a child. Right,
Gloria?

Ever since he was a child, all he had to
do was ask. I gave him everything.

He was a good boy.

Does this look like the breeding ground
for a friend of our country's enemies?

Wait. Don't tell me. Let me guess.

You're angry about something.

I just spent two and a half hours at
Teletext getting the old fast shuffle.

Not only did I get zip on Ted Morrison,
they wouldn't even admit the things that

are printed in their brochures.

Are you not a prime contractor for the
CIA's communication systems?

And they said?

Go stick it in your hat.

No, not in those words. They kept
bucking me to Mr. X, Mr. Y, Mr. Z. You'd

to clear it.

Only Mr. Z turned out to be in Goose Bay
or Tanzania or Nogales skiing.

In other words, you came up empty.

Blue. Lou, they are a very tight -eyed
company.

Well, why don't you go back to your desk
and meditate for a while?

Oh, oh, here.

You might want to add this to your file.
Some things that Driscoll came up with.

Like the fact that Ted Morrison was a
clerk with not only top secret, but

clearance. Like the fact that he worked
in Department 1322, Building L5, also

known as the Black Vault, the code room.
He handled coded materials, key

settings, computer programming
materials. You know, the stuff they

to make sure it's secret.

Where did Driscoll get this?

I didn't ask him.

Maybe he went skiing with Mr. Z.

I feel sorry for them.

Then you think it's true that Ted did
sell fecal?

Yes,

I think he did.

So do they.

They just don't want to face it.

Spoiled him all his life.

How spoiled do you have to be to sell
out your country?

Billy, wait a minute.

I've got to tell you a story about Ted.

Ted was bored to death one summer, and
his mother was worried about him.

So she suggested that he clear off a
beach lot that the family owned and

shack for himself and his friends.

Well, this lot was loaded with junk,
driftwood and cables, pilings and all

kind of stuff.

So Ted rented a truck, loaded it on and
hauled it away.

Well, that took him at least a week. His
mother came down to see how he was

doing and how he finished the job.

Well, poor Ted, poor Ted had cleared off
the wrong lot by mistake.

Well, he went into a depression that,
well, you just wouldn't believe it.

Yeah.

They bought him the lot he cleared.

I wonder how they're going to buy him
out of this one.

How about a cup of coffee?

I don't want one, thanks.

Sure you do. You want a cup of coffee.

This better be good.

I wouldn't call it good.

I don't know what to call it.

Here.

I don't want one.

I don't drink it.

Let's have it.

I got to thinking about something you
said a couple of days ago.

About? Tell him and how he got his job
here, who would hire him, what kind of

references he had. So?

I checked personnel.

His application says no references
required, no prior job check needed.

Who'd okay a stupid thing like that?

The notation reads, per Charles Hume.

Lou Grant will continue in a moment.

You're on A &E.

Well, listen, Lou, but Charlie hired
him, and Charlie had to know.

Listen, before we go off half -cocked,
there's got to be a record somewhere.

I want to know where Kellum worked
before the Trib was blessed with his

presence.

Okay, but I have to work out of my
apartment. I put in a tab for the phone,

right? Yeah, yeah, good going. Check
with me if you have to leave L .A.

All right.

This is a nice piece Donna did on that
skunk oil rape repellent.

I think it's gonna... Well, it must
work.

When's the last time you heard of a
skunk getting raped?

Maybe they just never report it.

Okay, thanks.

No, good. I was just gonna get you.

I got a call just now. There's a
possibility that Ted Morrison may not be

indicted. The whole thing is up in the
air.

Where'd you get the tip from?

You think your reporters are the only
ones with sources?

Charlie, you and I have to have a talk.
We'll have to wait. I'm overdue now for

a meeting across town. When do you get
back? I don't know.

How about 6 .30 at McKenna's? I don't
just want company. It's important.

Okay, 6 .30.

I got the story on the Ted Morrison
arrest

and a great idea for a sidewalk.

That's slow.

Maybe he didn't hear me. Listen, his
parents just admitted he's been charged

with espionage.

You want me to come back tomorrow?

That's great, Billy. Write it up.

Oh, I can understand why you're so
blasé. We get dozens of local espionage

stories every day.

Tell him our CIA plan.

Oh, my God.

And I just bought some more treasury
bonds.

I'm serious.

Bossy's checking it out.

Do we know who did hire him?

Uh, yeah, sure.

You don't think that Charlie... Oh, come
on.

Charlie? Hi.

Um, where's my dad?

Uh... He's at some meeting across town.
I think he'll be out a while. Oh, well,

I wanted to buy him a drink. That man
works too hard. You all work too hard.

Do you know, we were in Washington last
year, and I gave my dad an ultimatum.

You spend more time with me.

Excuse me.

You were in Washington last year? In the
state?

No, D .C. Why?

I mean, Dad had some business there, I
guess.

Missed paper business.

Yeah, I guess so.

What else could it be?

See you later. Goodbye, Joe.

We do have a bureau in Washington.

I know.

What are you doing here? You're supposed
to be digging into Kellum's job

background. I thought you'd be
interested in this.

In 1971, Gary Kellum was in Japan, some
PR job to the Army. Then, in 1972, after

a brief stint in the United States, he
went to work in Chile, working in the

advertising department of the Trident
Tuna Company, some American cannery down

there. He left Chile four days after the
overthrow of Allende.

Then he got a job as a technical writer
in a defense plant in Baltimore that

was, now get this, Selling arms to the
Mideast.

Where'd you get all that?

In the phone booth downstairs.

There was a Mrs. Kellum on his card.

I told her I was from the Pulitzer
community.

I didn't have time to go into it earlier
with you, but it's a real barrel burn.

They're not going to prosecute Ted
Morrison or his friend for espionage.

They've dropped... Garages?

Yep. Even though they really got the
goods on them.

I mean, they tailed them for months.

They've got pictures of meetings with
known Soviet agents. They even caught

of the kids with microfilm on him.

But the government doesn't want to
prosecute because all the sensitive

will have to come out in the trial.

We keep bumping up against Catch -22.

Twice a day.

Right here on the paper, for example.

That's what I wanted to talk to you
about.

Sure. I know about Kellogg.

That's true, Charlie.

Yep. There wasn't anything I could do.

You could have said, now other people
have.

Other people don't have Mrs. Pinchon as
a boss.

Mrs. Pinchon?

Well, of course. How do you think it
started?

She said she didn't know anything about
it.

Why did she say that?

You were there. We were both in our
office.

What are we talking about?

About the fact that Kellum is on the CIA
payroll.

He is?

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. You just admitted
it.

What are you talking about?

I said I knew about Kellum.

And you looked guilty.

And I said, then it's true.

And you said there wasn't anything you
could... What are we talking about?

Mrs. Pinchot forced me to hire that Lox,
who was the son of a cousin of hers.

Now, you know how she feels about
nepotism. I think she was ashamed that

it.

So that's why your name was on his card
up in personnel?

Yeah.

I'm glad. I'm really happy. You're not
in the CIA.

How many of those have you had?

It all seemed to add up.

You were in Washington on some kind of
business last year. You know an awful

about the CIA.

You were coming up with inside
information.

And then this Kellum thing.

Sure, I was in Washington.

I went to the Smithsonian, to the
Pentagon, to the Lincoln Memorial, to a

of bars, a couple of restaurants.

Charlie. I can't. Believe it.

I mean, as long as we've been friends,
not only do you suspect me of a crummy

thing, but you investigate me behind my
back. How low can you get?

Did you run a credit check on me, too?

Charlie.

I mean, you know there's no excuse for
this. All you had to do was come to me

and lay it out.

Charlie, what do you think I'm doing
here?

Boy.

Boy. I mean, if you'd only come to me
early.

You could have saved us both a lot of
trouble.

Charlie.

What do you mean, if I... Huh?

I could have saved us both a lot of
trouble.

How about another drink?

No, no, no.

Come on. What did you mean?

Saved us both a lot of trouble.

Well... I started to think about how you
left Minneapolis.

You wrote me for a job out of the blue.

I realized that I didn't really know
what you'd been doing these last ten

I mean, I never checked. I just took
your word for it.

And then after I spoke to your old
company commander, who incidentally is

now driving a truck.

Wait a minute. Let me get this straight.

You've been investigating me behind my
back?

Because you thought I was on the CIA's
payroll?

I can't believe it.

After the years we've known each other?

Looks like we're both wrong.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

I'm sorry this whole thing happened.

I'm glad it's over. Right.

It's over. I'm finished.

We can forget about it. Right.

Lou? An interesting little item. Page
26.

Theodore Morrison and Michael Carson,
both age 22, were released from custody

late yesterday from Highland Heights
Jail.

Drug charges having been dropped because
of insufficient evidence.

Two -inch story like that, and look what
we went through.

We still don't know who it is.

What is it they say about what you don't
know won't hurt you?

In this case, what I don't know is
driving me nuts.

Who is it?

Who in this room can't we trust?

From women who can't bear children to
lonely hearts who just want something to

love, more and more women are turning to
baby snatching. American Justice

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