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I'm calling from the church. I'd like to
confirm... Hey, I've been getting the

runaround for two hours and I'm
coming... Can you tell me approximately

money was missing?

Was it over a thousand dollars?

Lisa, wait for me now.

Morning, Marla.

Good morning, Mr.

Watson.

Lighten up, lady. I just want to be your
friend.

Does your wife know you're looking for
friends?

All I said was morning.

You can go blind from that, you know.

I'll take my chances.

Can you cast this for me?

That's what the sign says, don't it?

What are you doing Friday night?

Friday?

I'll be in Paris.

What about Saturday?

London.

If I go blind, it'll be your fault.

There's the first round of the mixed
-double celebrity surfing championships

Laguna Beach.

So? I just thought maybe this year,
Billy and you might want to enter.

I don't think Billy knows how to surf.

Oh.

Oh, this one's kind of interesting.

Seems a couple out in Pacoima are trying
to halt the construction of a freeway

there. What's the problem?

Well, it seems that the off -ramp will
go right through their living room.

Oh. Be convenient getting to work.

This guy works at home.

See if you can tear Martinson away from
writing his novel long enough to cover

it. Yeah, I'll ask him real nicely.

I'm putting Rossi on that Pasadena
robbery case.

What about Billy?

No, she's still on the south side with
Animal at Carson's office.

Rossi!

Do you want me, Luke?

Want is too strong a word.

Elderly woman in Pasadena surprised some
jewel thieves in her apartment.

Beat them up with golf club.

I wonder what kind of club she used.

From my days as a caddy in a situation
like that, I'd call for my nine iron.

get on it right away.

A pretty fancy neighborhood out there.
Don't embarrass us. Don't worry.

It's the small fork for the salad,
right?

That's right.

Spoilers for Sue.

Thank you.

Yeah? We got a great interview with the
counselor.

Terrific. He admitted receiving the
money but denied there was anything

about it.

He said that it was a legitimate
contribution with which he built himself

jacuzzi. You got a picture of him in the
tub?

Yeah, but he was working on city
business while he stoked.

Do you have anything for us?

Anything for Billy?

I think that's it.

What about that murder on the south
side?

Black, female, about 30. Nothing special
about it.

Where are you? At Alameda and 63rd.
Young black woman was robbed and

5850 South Main.

That's a few blocks from here.

As long as you're a neighbor, I'd take a
look.

Will do.

You're in pretty rough territory. Be
careful.

The animals here with me. Yeah.

Don't let anybody hurt him.

We're from the trip.

Yes, I'm Sergeant Chandler.

What have you got?

A black female, age 24.

Any leads?

No one saw or heard a thing.

Why don't we take a look?

I wouldn't if I were you.

I've seen murders before.

Not like this one. At least I hope not.
It's because I'm a woman, right? I'm

sure you let the other reporters in.
What other reporters?

Nobody else showed.

I'm surprised to see you two.

A murder down here isn't exactly news.

Go away. Go away.

Let me alone or I'll call the police.
It's okay. It's me, Sondra. Is that you,

Sondra? Yes, ma 'am. You can open the
door.

It's just me and the police that are
here.

This must have made some noise.

Yep. You'd think somebody would have
heard something.

What about the neighbors?

Well, see no evil, hear no evil, and
maybe no evil's gonna come busting down

your door.

You know what I mean? You could fire off
a cannon in here and nobody'd hear it.

Well, I think I'd like to go in and look
around.

Don't.

I want a story, and the story's in
there.

Lisa? Come on.

Mommy!

And when did you realize that something
was wrong?

Oh, when I walked through my door and
saw four masked men ransacking my

apartment. Right about that time, I
suspected something was amiss.

Well, how did one lady manage to rout a
gang of thugs?

I'm Irish, young man.

Well, actually, they were so surprised
to see me, they kind of froze.

Then what happened? I reached into my
closet where I keep my golf bag and

out a seven iron.

I put that back because the shot really
called for a wood.

What was the assessed dollar value of
the jewelry?

I don't want to invite any more
robberies.

Just say $200 ,000.

Was all the jewelry recovered?

Thank heavens, yes.

They're of priceless sentimental value
to me.

Gifts from my third husband.

Or was it my fourth?

How'd the thieves get in the building?
It took me ten minutes to get by two

doormen and the TV monitors.

We think they came in from the roof,
Joe, but we're not sure.

Any leads? We're looking for four men,
one of whom has a gash over his left

That's not much to go on.

We have a good record in cases like
this. You can be pretty sure we'll get

Well, anyway, she said she'd slept with
every important person in the capital

during the early 50s. I was there 52
through 58.

You look familiar?

No. She said influential.

Very. We don't want to encourage that
sort of thing. Next, they'll be going

after journalists.

Yeah, one can only hope.

Italy's on the verge of a new
government.

That's not news.

What's that, the third since January?

What's the record for most governments
in a single year?

You guys can joke, but I drive a Fiat.
What happens if the communists get in?

Okay,

what else?

That's quite a bombshell, Adam.

When will we know for sure?

Probably tonight.

I'll call you at home. Fine. Then I'll
call the rest of you guys and let you

know so you won't be worried.

Hey, come on, guys. What else?

Rossi's story, The Burglary.

I love it.

It's kind of upbeat, too.

Little Lady Beast Marauder's off with
golf clubs. It's nice to read that as

you're buttering your toast. You can
start your day off feeling anything's

possible. Page one.

Why not? I mean, we can use an upbeat
story.

Any else?

I got one more thing.

Billy's story on the murder in South
Central, black female, age 30, one

age 7.

Anything unusual about it?

Well, I guess not. The robbery got out
of hand, no clues.

It's well written, though.

Nice angle on the kid.

Take it inside someplace.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Lou Grant will continue in a moment.

You're on B &B.

Work booth.

There's one place they don't work.

Inside. Can you hold the elevator,
please? Would you hold it, please?

Oh, sorry, Sonny. You're welcome, dear.

Mrs. Pinch, darling. Good morning, Mr.
Dillon.

I didn't mean to call you, honey.

What did you mean to call me?

I... You see, you have a copy of the
trip.

Clever segue, Mr.

Hume.

Yes, I have a copy of the trip.

And I thoroughly enjoyed Mr.

Rossi's piece this morning. Isn't that
something?

I know what those jewel thieves are up
against. I've played golf with Mrs.

Walker. Powerful driver.

Her only weakness is a tendency to slice
off the tea.

She was right down the fairway last
night, I understand.

I remember one charity event on the 14th
hole. She dropped her approach

shot into a shovel pass.

She had the gall to demand a fresh lie,
and she got away with it.

I suppose the $10 ,000 she donated had
some effect on the officials. But those

scenes walk right into a buzzsaw. I
think this is something that people want

read about.

Plucky old ladies are always fun.

Yes.

Plucky, mature women, such as Mrs.
Walker, always make life a copy. Oh, is

something you wanted to see me about,
Mr. Hill?

Oh, no, no.

Well, have a pleasant morning.

Plucky old ladies.

Dumb.

I've got to hand it to him.

This is good. I'm a good writer.

And modest, too.

Modesty is the opiate of the mediocre.

I'm a little upset, and I'd like to talk
to you.

Okay. It's not vanity.

It never is.

But I'd like to know how my story can be
so unimportant as to end up on page 26

opposite the shipping news.

Shipping news is important.

It's not as important as it was in the
old U -boat days, sure, but it's still

the first thing I turn to in the
morning.

Look at the first page, and look at page
26.

What's your point?

If the color of those women were
reversed...

Rossi's story would be competing with
the horoscope for a column on page 45.

Well, hey, it's a feisty little lady out
in Pasadena. We know a lot about her.

We know she goes to Palm Springs. She
plays golf.

She likes 17th century vases.

She's interesting. She's white.

That's not what put her on page one.

Then why is she there?

Because people fighting back as news,
people getting murdered, isn't. I don't

like it any more than you.

There are 150 murders in South Central L
.A. each year.

They can all be page one.

Well, isn't that a story in itself?

Maybe. But until you give me more, it's
just a question. And I just can't get

Charlie Hume to run questions on his
front page.

Look, can I follow up on this?

You mean, see what you can find out
about Marla Evans?

About who Marla Evans was.

Who her friends were.

Whether she was a teacher or a hooker.
Or both.

Whether she was good to her mother.

Her kid? Her dog?

You mean make her newsworthy and unique
so that her life story becomes so

compelling that when I go into that
conference, I can say, Charlie, this is

story. You mean that kind of thing?

Yeah. If you insist.

That was very nice.

The way you handled Billy.

I don't handle anybody.

Come on.

I saw the old psychologist at work.

The way you motivated her instead of
just beating her down.

The way you got her all hyped up and
pointed in the right direction.

All the time letting her think it was
her idea.

Now, beneath that gruff exterior is a
man who understands the subtlety of

motivational psychology.

It's a gift.

Get back to work, Donovan, or you'll be
out looking for another job.

See what I mean?

Who is it?

Billy Newman. I'm a reporter with the
Trib.

Well, listen, we have nothing to say.

Well, I'd like to ask you a few
questions. It won't take much time.

We've already told the police. My mother
didn't see anything.

Not about that. I just want to ask you a
few questions about Marla Evans.

Just a minute.

Marla Evans was special.

A good neighbor, a good mother, a decent
person.

Do you know of any enemies she might
have had? Listen, you don't need enemies

get yourself killed around here.

Then you don't think that there was a
personal connection between Marla and

murderer? On the 1st and 15th, welfare
checks go out. I think that was their

connection.

Didn't she work? She went to school full
-time training to be a nurse.

Now, she worked on Saturday off the
books, because that's the day I watch

Lisa, and I look forward to that.

Where's Lisa now?

They took her to a foster home on
Alvarado.

She's a beautiful little girl. Just like
a mother.

And very bright.

You know, she reads well.

Tell me more about Marla.

Marla wrote letters for the people in
the building.

What letters?

Complain. There being no lights in the
hallway or windows being broken, stuff

like that.

Would anything happen?

At first they would get fixed. Then they
would get broken again. And finally the

owners just stopped fixing anything.

Who owns this building?

I don't know.

I know the rent is sent to Stonehurst
Rentals, but they're just the managers.

I don't know who's going to take over
writing the letters now.

Well, I'd better get some dinner
started.

I guess I've taken up enough of your
time.

Thank you.

Don't be such a child.

What about your wife?

It's a shame that your mother didn't see
or hear anything.

She has the TV on most of the time, and
then her hearing was not the best.

If you think of anything else about
Marla, will you give me a call?

Suppose you heard about the Kansas City
thing.

No.

Well, that's why she came here.

About three years ago in Kansas City,
her husband was robbed of $1 .50 by a

of kids.

Then they killed him because that was
all he had.

Marla came to California because she
thought it was safer.

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

People are going to think we're married.

Huh?

Look at us. We're not talking, we're not
looking at each other. We look like

we're married.

Oh, I'm sorry, Lou. I'm not feeling very
sociable.

Billy.

Yeah, Lou?

You invited me to lunch.

Well, I just didn't want to eat alone in
the mood I'm in.

I went back to the building where Marla
Evans was murdered.

Lou, it's like a prison there.

The people are all terrified.

And all they do is put another lock on
their door and turn up their TV.

It's a damn city that does it.

There's no connection between people, no
involvement.

What do you mean?

I grew up in a small town in Michigan.

It was old. It was poor.

People were sometimes hungry.

But it was a community.

You knew the faces.

You could see the way things happened.

If there was a hint of trouble brewing,
people would be out sitting on their

front porches instead of locking
themselves away.

The way to stop trouble is to be
visible, not invisible.

That's my point.

How visible is it if we're the only
paper to even mention the killings?

And we give it a paragraph on page 26.

No, no, ma 'am. These were all male
cartoons.

Why... Yeah, thanks for calling.

Phone's been ringing off the hook on
Mrs. Walker's case.

Nothing like a $5 ,000 reward to get the
old civic juices flowing, is it? You

are a real cynic.

Rossi. That's why I like you.

Any of the calls pan out?

And one may be promising, yeah. Nurse
called. She was struck by your article.

Oh, yeah? She sounded cute? She sounded
tired.

Seems a couple of hours after the
robbery, she treated a guy that had a

gash over his left forearm. Mrs.
Walker's hole -in -one? Maybe.

Or maybe he cut himself shaving his
eyebrows.

He said he fell down some stairs.

Now, the nurse called him back. It was a
phony number. The address he listed was

the supermarket.

Not that that's that unusual.

Emergency rooms get a lot of that.

Maybe his girlfriend hit him and he
didn't want his wife to know.

Whatever.

She's on her way down now to look at
some mug shots.

Mrs. Walker, won't you give me some
information about why you've been called

today? Oh, isn't it mysterious?

Yes, it's very mysterious.

Miss,

you can talk to Mrs. Walker in a few
minutes. Right now, she has to look at

pictures for us, okay?

Right this way.

Joe, what's going on? Nothing.

Same old you, aren't you? Tell me
nothing. She's been called out for some

reason. Tell me you go back to the
paper. Don't waste your time.

Mrs.

Walker, who could possibly have known
that you would be out of town for an

extended period of time?

No one.

You didn't tell anyone?

No.

Except, of course, the building security
people. They knew.

And I told the cleaners because they had
my suede jacket.

At first, I thought I'd take it with me,
and then I thought, no, it would be

too... So that would be the security
people and the cleaners.

Now, was there anyone else?

The dairy, of course.

Of course.

And I stored my furs.

Mrs. Walker, now we're going to need the
names of anybody who could possibly

have known that you'd be gone.

Could I speak to you for a second?

Sure. Oh.

Excuse me.

That nurse picked out Willie Nash as the
man she treated.

Wow.

Looks like old cat burglars have nine
lives, too.

Pick him up and run him through the
lineup, see if Mrs. Walker can put a

positive ID on him, and tell the nurse
to wait a minute. I want to talk to her.

I'll be back in ten minutes.

She wants to know about the reward.

Excuse me.

Detective Combs?

Detective Combs, about this reward.

Could you tell us a little more about
the reward aspect of the case?

Hello, Mrs. Walker.

Hello.

Um, I'd just like to go over a few
points with you.

Of course, officer.

Uh, listen, Mrs. Walker. I got a level
with you.

I've been getting a lot of heat from the
commissioner on this case. Now, is

there anything you've been holding back
that we should know about?

Maybe if we went to your office.

I don't really have an office.

They wanted to give me one, but I just
didn't want to get stuck at a desk. I'm

sort of a lone wolf.

I think I told you everything.

Let's try a new tack.

What about Mrs. Walker, the person? You
know.

Likes, dislikes.

What makes Mrs. Walker tick?

You really think that would be of any
help to you?

I wouldn't be at all surprised.

Well, to tell you the truth, I never
would have done a stupid thing like

reaching for that club if I hadn't had
four martinis at dinner.

That's good.

That's good.

It is?

Oh, it's good that you're telling me all
this.

Ask number three to speak.

Number three, read the statement.

Now is the time for all good men to come
to the aid of their country.

I don't know.

This man's voice sounds deeper.

Try number two again.

This isn't to tell the truth, Mrs.
Walker.

Do you or don't you see a man who was in
your apartment that night?

Maybe if they all put on masks.

I'm going to have to release them.

All right, you can all... Wait.

It's number four.

Definitely number four.

Are you sure?

Can't you just hold them over till
tomorrow while I think about it?

How many do you have?

It varies. We have six now, counting
neutral.

We try to provide some stability, some
love, you know?

To let them know that someone cares,
even just a little.

At least you've been this quiet since
she arrived.

Oh, Miss Newman, she hasn't spoken a
word since she arrived.

Not one word.

We'll continue in a moment here on A &E.

It's got to be good.

When did they do that? Yesterday.

That's typical.

I can find out. Because it

would take me all afternoon and you can
tell me in 30 seconds.

Don't call me honey.

Is that so?

That was your friend Higgins at the Hall
of Records.

He's a character, isn't he? I can think
of a better word to describe him. You

know, Higgins can be very helpful
sometimes.

Did he ever ask you to sleep with him in
return for his help?

He asked me to go camping with him once.

Billy, I need you to go out to Encino.
Follow up on that construction slowdown.

I can't, Lou. I'm going to be gone all
day.

Oh? Something I should know about?

I've got to follow up on some background
material from my Marla Evans story.

You're spending a lot of time on that,
aren't you? Yes, I am. So what?

So nothing.

I'm just trying to help, that's all.

Don't bother.

You know, you could listen to me. I'm a
little more experienced than you.

And what does your experience tell you?

That this is a low percentage shot, but
all this work's going to get you

nowhere. You know, it's not the only
story in town.

You don't have to tell me. All I have to
do is pick up a copy of The Trib and

find out what's important in this town.

I'd like to know how this plucky little
lady from Pasadena can become the media

darling of L .A. while the Marla Evans
story gets buried.

And don't tell me how brave Mrs.

Walker is.

Don't you think Marla Evans was brave?
Don't you think that it took a lot of

guts just for her to get up each day?

We're not on opposite sides, Billy.

Then why do I feel all alone over here?

Because you're so involved in this Marla
Evans story that you've lost all

objectivity as a reporter.

Well, isn't it lucky that I have you
here to show me the error of my ways?

Hey, listen.

In L .A. today, there were a hundred
things that needed to be covered.

Out of that hundred, I picked fifteen
that I thought had to be covered, and I

sent the people out there.

When those reporters get back, they will
all be convinced that they've got front

page stuff.

But they're going to have to sell me
first because in order for me to go in

there and sell it, I've got to be
convinced. Don't keep telling me about

poor woman. Give me the ammunition to
sell it because I'm not going in there

unarmed. Well, give me more time and
I'll get it.

How much time do you want?

I'd like a week.

What if I gave you a day?

I'd grab it and run like a thief.

You've got it.

You're like putty in her hands, you know
that?

Although that's not necessarily a bad
thing.

All I do is collect the rent.

Who owns the building?

Oh, I can't tell you that.

Why not?

Because I'll lose my job.

And if I lose my job, I'll lose my pad.

And if I lose my pad, I'll lose my old
lady. If I lose my old lady, I'll lose

my... I don't want to know what you
lose.

How long have you worked here?

Oh, about two years now.

Going for my license at night, you know.

No, I didn't. But then we've just met.

Land.

That's where all the money is.

Always has been.

Always will be.

Real estate.

Get it?

You ain't making no more of that stuff.

Those buildings are a disgrace.

Well, I mean, those buildings are old
and nobody's going to pay any money to

them up.

What about the tenants?

They can always move.

Do you know the name Marla Evans?

So that's what this is, huh?

I should have known it. Look, I got a
drawer full of letters here from Marla

Evans. The lady has been one big pain in
my life.

Doors don't lock. The windows don't
work. The plumbing is backed up. Listen,

just let me... No, wait a minute. I
don't want to hear it, okay? I don't

hear it. I don't care what the problem
is.

As far as I'm concerned, I hope that I
never hear from Marla Evans again.

Well, don't worry about that.

You won't.

No!

I'd like to watch the ballgames on
Saturday.

Not necessarily.

Oh, you cut it out.

I appreciate your coming.

There's a chair empty in our choir loft
today because

the Lord wanted a sweet -voiced singer
for his own heavenly

choir.

And so he called Marla Evans to his
side.

I know he must have a plan.

But right now, in our grief and in our
anger,

it's hard to understand why he would
take Sister Marla away from

us.

And away from little Lisa.

She is not easily replaced.

The world may not have known Sister
Marla.

But we did.

She may not have been important in who
she was, but she was important

in what she was.

She was a very special friend.

When she wasn't working, Sister Marla
would spend her time taking care of the

children of her friends who did have
jobs.

And when she would get a job herself,
she did not forget those less fortunate

than her.

I can picture Sister Marla so clearly
now.

I can picture her with a bunch of
children around her.

I can picture her busting into my
office, demanding my support for the

good fight.

I can picture her in everything.

But death That is a

picture I'd hoped I would not live to
see

In

the choir now give us

hush Somebody's calling my name

Bossy! It's Saturday.

Don't you ever take a day off? I had a
day off last year. Come on, Collins. You

know Nash must be a guy, yet you let him
go. What's it all about?

I can't hold someone for having a cut
over his left eye. But you could at

ask him a few questions. Which he
wouldn't have to answer, so we'd just be

wasting everybody's time. Bill, you'd
better see this.

Frank, anything the people in L .A.
should know about?

Could be.

I'd be happy to be the one to tell him.
I'll bet you would. I would.

Come on, Collins. You owe me one since
75. This could be the perfect time for

to call it in.

Rossi.

You're a good reporter. I know that. I
know that. What I don't know is what's

your hand.

All right.

How'd you like to be in on it when we
nail Willie Nash?

Not that much.

Which arm would you like? The left one
or the right?

This is the cops' list of people who in
any way, shape, or form knew about Mrs.

Walker going out of town.

Very impressive. Looks like most of L
.A.

And this is a list of known second story
men who quit their jobs M .O. They

patched them through a computer and got
a match.

Sort of like computer dating.

Yeah. Now, stop me if this gets too
complicated.

Before Mrs. Walker left town, she stored
her furs. I'm with you so far.

Furry's name is Arnold Hanson. Ten years
ago in Chicago, Arnold Hanson had a

partner, Willie Nash.

Arnold Hanson lives in Mrs. Walker's
building, and he knows when someone's

out of town, someone with money,
because, well, of course, furs, right?

Hanson tips off Willie Nash, and he
helps Willie get in the building, and

makes a score.

Yeah.

How are they going to prove it? The cops
had a woman call Hanson and set him up,

said she'd be out of town three weeks,
wanted to store the furs, the whole

thing. He didn't get anything last time,
and they think maybe he's got to be

desperate to make another score.

I think he'd be a little gun -shy.

No, they picked up some noise on the
street.

They think the score is going to be made
tonight.

And I get to be there.

I'm so glad you got here.

They finally located Lisa's aunt. She's
flying out tomorrow.

Well, that's good news anyway.

She sounded like a lovely woman.

Shame she had to miss the funeral.

Will they be going right back to St.
Louis?

I guess so. It would probably be death.

Lisa?

Lisa?

She was right here most of the
afternoon.

in Chandler to the South Central
Division and telling Lisa Evans ran

I'm going to try to find her.

This will do it for you? Yeah.

Okay. You got ice cream?

Yeah, by the window.

Hey, hey, hey, what about your
groceries?

You eat them.

Please.

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

A &E returns to Lou Grant.

Is this going to be a dry hole?

I'd be surprised.

Second story, guys. They're not the kind
who carry guns, are they?

It depends.

I mean, Cary Grant on the Riviera,
remember?

He just wanted the jewels.

He never carried a gun.

Nash is not Cary Grant.

But then again, who is?

Okay. Say he carries a gun just for
argument's sake.

He'd carry one of those small little
guns, right? Just to scare people.

He'd carry a .38.

.38?

How good's a chair in stopping a .38
caliber bullet? No good at all unless

made out of lead.

So where's the best place for me to be?

In the city room.

I got cramps in my leg.

Lisa?

Lisa?

Oh, God.

the apartment. He scared the hell out of
us. Lady, what are you talking about?

What were you doing in there? I seen the
kid go in there. I was worried about

her. That's all.

I know she lost her mother. Did he touch
you early, sir?

No, but... Did he threaten you? I don't
threaten nobody.

I'm telling the truth.

It's all right, ladies. Everything's
under control.

Come on.

Let's go outside and cool off a little
bit.

Hey, wait, wait.

What is it, lady?

That's him.

That's the one.

What are you talking about?

That's the man that knocked Marla's door
down.

Did you read Rossi's feature on Mrs.
Walker?

Yeah, I read it. I don't think he's ever
been better.

Me neither.

I couldn't change a word.

Why is it that guys that write as well
as Rossi always have personalities like

Rossi?

Maybe... that the two of us went over it
together.

We could find something wrong with it.

Bluegrass.

Hi, Billy.

They did.

They think they caught the guy who
killed the Evans woman. Billy's in on

That's great.

You okay?

Good, good.

Sir, there's time to make the first
edition.

All right, hold on. I'll get you a
rewrite.

Sam!

I lost all feeling in this leg.

What are you worried about?

You don't write with your legs, do you?

Mr.

Nash, I presume?

They did a survey which found that kids
today are more conservative than they

were in 1950.

Who did the survey? William F. Buckley?

That's what they found.

I don't think they interviewed my kids.

There was an important vote in Kambazi
yesterday.

I didn't even know there was a Kambazi.
There wasn't until they had the vote.

The socialists were winning two to one
going into the morning when the army

called off the election on account of
they didn't like the way it was going.

What we don't need is another new
country run by an army. What else do you

A Billy story, and you can run the
companion piece about the mother and

girl on page three and use a picture,
too. That's a lot of space, isn't it,

Deserves it. It's a great story.

But we don't have to put out a special
edition, do we? Maybe you'd rather have

fold -out map of Kambazi.

All I'm saying is let's leave a little
space for the other news, okay, Lou?

Start in column three, run over to the
next page.

What else?

I've got Rossi's story on the jewel
thieves. Good reaction from Mrs. Walker

and... I think we're all a little tired
of Mrs. Walker, don't you, Lou?

I'll tell you one more story about her
golf. It's not her fault that she's

become a pain in the butt.

Run Rossi's stakeout inside. Kill the
Walker interview stuff. I have had her

to here.

I hope you don't mind me paying.

Not at all. I like a woman who's man
enough to pick up a check.

There's somebody waiting at your desk.

Oh, excuse me, Lisa.

Hi.

I'm Lily Newman.

I'm Barbara Shaw, Marla's sister. Glad
to meet you.

Lisa just wanted to say goodbye to you.

That was very sweet.

I love you dressed.

Can I get a better look?

May I talk to you for just a minute?

Oh, sure.

Come over here.

Lou? Huh?

Can you babysit?

I got a lot of work to do, Billy.

You know, I didn't even babysit my own
kids that much.

Okay, Lisa.

You can watch me edit.

I just wanted to thank you.

Oh, don't.

I'm going to save your stories about
Marla and Lisa.

And when she's old enough, I'll show
them to her.

She should know about her mother.

About what happened.

And that someone cared about it.

Thank you.

Oh.

You see this paragraph here, Lisa?

All wrong.

It's wordy, it's muddy, and it's boring.

Who are you?

Hey.

Someday you're going to make a hell of
an editor, kid.

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