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Well, so far she's reorganised the work rotor four times, changed her mind six
times about the centre sprint, fired so many people from the graphics department
I haven't had time to count the notches on her desk.
So almost back to normal then?
Not quite, somehow.
Let's face it, we know exactly what's wrong.
I need another spike!
Kenny?
Have you got the sales figures from last month?
Not quite.
Do you think we're going to make our target?
Not quite.
We've got to make that target soon or our beloved proprietors are going to
decide we're not worth our payroll and pull the plug.
Campbell will give us a few months yet.
It's a bit of a bungo, isn't it?
Doing it for real, for a living.
I think I'm going to like being grown up. When were you anything else?
Something on your mind, boss?
What would be on my mind?
That's one nervous reaction you can hear all the way to America.
Not quite.
He's in America. He's not coming back.
So pull yourself together.
Remind me.
That's line six, your line.
Someone's calling you.
How am I supposed to remember a number like six?
Hello, Linda Day?
Hello, Linda Day?
Yeah, Linda, this is Frazz. I followed Coles to the Brasserie restaurant,
Bromley Road. He's waiting to meet someone.
This could be it. Frazz, that's brilliant.
Coles is at a restaurant. He's waiting to meet someone.
Waiting in a restaurant?
Well, hold the front page. Hold the front page! Hold the front page! Yeah, I
joking. Franz, who's following Folkestone today?
Kevin. Sarah, has Kevin phoned in? Just a second. Line two.
Ah.
Kevin, has Folkestone left his office?
How did you know?
It's funny.
He normally has his lunch at the canteen.
We think we know where he's going. Thanks, Kevin. You can come back to the
newsroom. On my way.
Coles and Folkestone are meeting up. Bet you anything.
Has it occurred to you they could be just two perfectly honest citizens
lunch together? Why do you always look on the downside?
I have faith in human nature.
Well, you don't get out much.
Linda, Kerr for you on line four.
I'm getting out of hand. I want my old phone back.
You've still got prayers on hold.
Oh, right.
Uh, Sarah, can you tell Kerr I'm not in today?
You just have.
Oh, Mr Kerr.
I mean, Matt, what can I do for you?
You can get your club over here straight away.
We need to talk.
Actually, now isn't a good time for me. Things are really buzzing. And I'm kind
of booked up for the next few days. So how does a week on Wednesday sound for
you?
Fine. I'll be right over.
In about a month.
What is going on with you and Kerr?
How do I get Frazz?
So, do you want me to go back in the restaurant?
No, stay outside and watch for folks, and I'm coming out. I want to see this
myself. Of course, you know we really need you, don't you?
No, I don't.
Can I dock someone's pay?
On your birthday. Hope you've been good.
You'd better understand, Fads, the subject of Spike Thompson is a matter of
total indifference to me, and I really couldn't care the slightest bit less
about him, and I don't want to hear his name mentioned again ever. I'm receiving
you loud and... Spike.
warned you. No, no.
Look, I'm on my way. See you in about ten.
Take me for two?
No, I'll make it three. I feel lucky.
What excuse do I use to go?
Tell him I dropped dead just after you phoned and I'll call him tomorrow.
You won't call him tomorrow. This is lying, Kenny. I haven't dropped dead
either. Oh, I wasn't sure it could take me this long to stop talking.
Now look, with all your calls on divert, that's the button you press to answer.
Why do you instantly assume I'm incapable of understanding anything
I find it safe time.
Kenny, was that a joke about holding the front page?
Yes, it was, Kate. Glad you could join us.
Kenny, I need some help with the graphic department. I've only been running it a
week and I don't know what I'm doing.
Er, I just thought I'd go out the back door today.
Where's Linda?
Well, you've got enough plants around here. Maybe we'll just graze.
Sure you can afford this place?
I'll take your menu where it's safe.
Well, I want something decent.
I mean, it is my last meal in England.
Thank goodness.
Oh, come on.
You know, it's so hard for a girl to choose these days.
I mean, what's expensive but not fattening?
Oh, everything's fattening in a joint like this.
They even got a chocolate dip for the salad.
What's wrong?
Oh, there's a guy out there I'm trying to avoid.
Why?
He's a friend of mine.
You're weird. You know that?
I mean, you must have a lot of friends here, and yet you steered clear of all
them the whole week.
Yeah, well, you know, there was complications.
You mean a girl?
No, why would I mean a girl?
Mind you, if you had contacted some old complications of yours... Yeah, well,
how could I have done that? I listened in on every phone call that I made. You
know what I'd have done, don't you?
I'm just going to the jar.
Where are you going?
Inside. Linda?
Yes?
Nothing.
Okay.
Wow.
Waitress, could I have some water, please?
Uh, yeah, sure, why not?
Hi, can I get you a table? Yeah, and some water. Sure.
Gordon Coles is a personal friend of David Campbell, who, need I remind
Owns your paper. Gordon Coles is also a property developer who always seems to
get his planning permission granted rather easily.
Lucky bloke. He's got a friend on the council called Eric Folkestone who just
happens to be in charge of granting planning permission.
Come on, that's so lucky there ought to be a law.
Which, need I remind you, there is.
If you can prove these two are working together in any way, that's major
criminal activity and that's a big story.
Is that all you were going to tell Linda? I think she thought you were
warn her off.
I am, if you've got anything less than complete proof.
I mean, those guys are heavyweights.
They've already complained you're hassling them to Campbell, your owner.
And if Linda just puts one foot wrong, well, you better get used to sitting in
that chair.
take your time.
But it's still there.
Who is?
My friend.
Oh.
I wonder what it up to.
I think I've narrowed it down to page four.
Thank you.
Bye.
I'm just going to do the job.
You just bent.
Yeah, there was an old lady using me.
Linda. Yeah.
Spike. I can see that.
So, uh, hi.
Hi.
Well, I thought I'd call.
I guess I was feeling a little guilty.
I'm not surprised. I haven't heard from you in six months.
Yeah, well, you know, there's been complications.
What's she like?
So, uh, where are you phoning from?
Well, California. Where else? California?
Spike?
I'm just calling my aunt.
Oh, Ray.
Sorry, Linda, that was my aunt.
Really?
Look, I just wanted to call up and say, well, you know, all that stuff.
Why pick now?
I don't know, something brought you to mind. I'll bet.
I really do miss you, you know.
Well, that's going to pass.
Probably quite soon.
So what's all this, uh...
Your call is being diverted, stuff.
You caught me on my portable. I'm in a restaurant, actually.
Yeah, that's a coincidence, because I'm not.
In Bromley Road.
Bromley Road?
Called La Brasserie.
And, uh, where are you sitting? Just so I can picture it, you know.
Near the phone.
The phone.
Spitting distance.
I just want to know one thing, Spike. Is your life currently passing before your
eyes? Could be. I've only got as far as the PG rating so far.
Spike? Uh, Zoe, this is, um... Linda, this is my, uh...
Aunt.
Family's always so difficult, isn't it?
Spike, as we are flying back to the States tonight, I've just decided to go
and pack.
Somehow, I seem to have lost my appetite.
Well, there's a chair free at my table. Who the hell is she?
Can I remind you of one little detail here, Linda?
Who is she, Spike?
You and I are no longer an item. You dumped me for a newspaper, remember?
Well, just because I dumped you doesn't mean you can go out with someone else.
Linda, yes, it does.
So what was all that rubbish about being in California?
Anyone can make a mistake.
Oh, I suppose you were just at a really wild party last night and woke up this
morning and you were thrown naked with a traffic cone. Well, I didn't have the
traffic cone. It wasn't a formal case.
Is there any progress?
Well, Bill, Joe and Ross are in.
So, if you need anything to grease the skids a little, just throw me a number
and we'll stick a few notes on it.
Anyway, I'm sorry to have missed you, Eric.
You'll be at the office tonight?
I'll ring you at eight o 'clock sharp and I hate talking to these machines.
Bye.
Trying to nail that guy for something, right?
If I can prove he made that phone call, I just have.
It's all right. Nothing wrong. He's just changed his mind.
Hey, I've got to go.
How was it for you?
Same as ever.
That bad?
Yeah, well, you know. All that stuff.
Next time.
I've got my number.
Harding gift.
Check out the phone.
And who is it tripping lightly through the door?
A girlish giggle on her lips, a rosy blush on her girlish cheeks.
Shut your face, Kenny.
No, it's Cinderella back from the ball.
Say, how was Prince Charming?
Stoic buttons.
Fair enough, boss.
Actually, I've always thought of him more as the wicked queen from Snow
Hello, Junior Gazette.
Yes, Mr Kerr, I'll just tell her.
Linda, Kerr wants to speak to you pronto.
Tell him I'm... Linda, the Gazette is still our parent paper, which means that
Kerr is still your boss.
It's you and me, Kenny. The Wicked Queen and Jiminy Cream.
She's on her way.
Campbell?
We've done nothing out of the ordinary in the normal pursuit of a story, sir.
Impersonating a waitress?
I heard that phone call, you know.
What phone call?
Mr Coles would very generously agree to accept a simple apology.
Unless you have anything else to say?
And then perhaps you can get back to the legitimate concerns of a children's
newspaper. Adults are often the concern of children, Mr Coles.
An apology, Linda.
Excuse me.
Hello? I was talking to an answer phone.
What? That guy in the restaurant, he was talking to an answer phone.
If you want to prove he made that call, get the tape from the machine.
I'll be back in ten.
Mr. Cole, my most sincere apology.
I guarantee you, you will not be bothered by myself or my staff again.
I'm sorry if I've caused you any trouble.
Good enough?
Linda, if you could... Oh, by the way, Mr Coles, you left this at the phone
you didn't make that call.
Did he come through here?
Who?
The fat one or the tall one?
Well, I... What, you didn't see either of them? Come on, Miss Jennings.
Can I just ask what your... Miss Johnson and I are going up ahead, Dad. I think
we've got the situation contained.
Who exactly? Look, if anybody asks, just tell them we've got a possible 209.
Yes, but... Are you Tony or Paul?
Jeff. Simpson.
Fielding. Fielding, Miss Jackson.
Floor five, right?
You didn't even ask me for my pass.
Get anywhere with the notebook?
I rubbed out Folkestone's number and replaced it with the newsroom number. So
next time Coles phones him, he's phoning us.
Well, I thought if Coles phones us thinking we're Folkestone, maybe he'd
something he shouldn't. It's a long shot, boss.
I think Hello Junior Gazette's a bit of a giveaway.
Well, I had to do something.
I don't know how you got by without me.
So stay.
Now, according to Tweedledum at the restaurant, Tweedledee's working late
tonight. We know he's going to phone at 8 sharp, so he'll still be here now,
hopefully alone.
I've really missed you.
I'll get him out of the office, keep him out as long as I can. You get in there,
find the answering machine, steal the tape.
You know how to do all this stuff. I haven't a clue.
I need you.
You need who?
Me or any good reporter who's roughly as pretty.
Oh, Spike, I love you at a personal level, too.
What?
Sincerely. You love me at a personal level sincerely?
Now I know who sent me that valentine.
Let's get the tape. I got a plane to catch tonight.
That's right. Listen, you know how I feel about you. I know how you feel
me. So let's make it official.
I'm offering you a job.
Why could you pay me to stick around you?
I've got to count for something.
There really is no depth to what you will not stoop, is there?
I guarantee.
a counsellor.
That's only his weekend job. In real life, he's some kind of company
Your passport.
Watch.
Uh, excuse me, sir. Thompson, building security.
I wonder if you could help me out.
It's, uh, just the smell of gas, sir, and I'd like a second opinion. The other
guy's gone off shift. It's no trouble. Just a line here.
Can you smell anything yet, sir?
No. I think maybe it's a little further down.
That's my phone.
I'd better get it.
I think I can smell the gas now, sir.
Hello, this is Eric Folkston's private life. Leave your name and message.
Who the hell are you?
Linda Day.
Junior Gazette.
Now, what do you think, a job?
Some kids have just stolen something from my office. Don't let them get out.
What?
What the hell is a possible 209?
I think fun plays surprisingly good.
That's all it is, sir.
And they think they've got a situation contained.
Now, would you mind bringing your pass down to the security desk?
I don't think I checked it when you came in today.
They've taken the wrong tape.
No, sir, they haven't appeared here.
Yes, I will tell you the moment they do.
Hang on.
Victory, Teddy.
Hi, everyone.
Girls, pucker up for the key. Linda, what is going on? All hell is breaking
loose here. I thought we took our time getting back. Things were talking
And boy, did they.
Let me guess. Eric Folkston's with Matt Kerr and you've just heard how Spike and
I broke into you, though. Are you guys out of your head?
Tell them to come over.
Linda. Trust me.
I have Dyke in this room and I stay friends with her.
They're both here and Linda says to come over.
Well, that's what she says.
Now get a machine, play this tape, see why we're coming up for.
Linda, look, I'd love to stick around for your big finale, but if I don't get
back to my uncle's, I'm going to miss America.
You'll miss it.
Say.
I can't.
I'd like to, but, you know, like, the path is a nice place to visit.
But I wouldn't want to live here, you know.
Well, I can't persuade you.
Hello, this is Eric Folkston's private line. Leave your name and message and
I'll get back to you.
That's the wrong tape.
That's the one that answered the calls, not records it.
Linda, you took the wrong damn tape.
Wrong tape?
The one that recorded the phone call is still in the machine.
You took the wrong one.
So what do I do?
Kenny, what do I do?
I hope you've got one hell of an explanation for this, because if you
I don't.
Linda, you're in very serious trouble.
Tell me there's a reason. Tell me you've got something.
I don't have anything.
Well, this looks like the end of the road for you, young lady, because I'm
certainly not going to let this matter rest.
But you'd better go. You'll miss your plane.
In a way, it disinvolves me too.
I think you'll find they can't fire you, Elisabeth.
And please discard whether you went.
Linda, you broke into this man's office. You took something.
You could be facing criminal charges.
Sir, I know.
Both of you.
Don't answer the phone!
Don't answer it!
What the hell are you doing? Shut up!
Hello, this is Eric Folkston's private line. Leave your name and message and
I'll get back to you.
Eric, it's Gordon Coles.
Look, I've just had a pretty close -run thing with that kiddie newspaper lot. I
think it'd be an idea if we both laid low for a while.
So let's just cool it on the planning permission thing. It's all a bit safer,
OK?
Tell you what might be best.
Start disposing of all your records of our previous deals.
Mainly the Wellside Leisure Complex, the two office blocks in Norman Street, of
course, and the one in Cresslaw Road, and all the developments on the south
side.
was paid you.
Make sure it's all well buried in your accounting. We're both in trouble.
Well, anyway, I'll speak to you later, okay?
Hello?
Eric?
Hello?
Hello, Junior Gazette.
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