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What part did you play in the recent

local elections, Mr. Renzi?

>> You got me mixed up with somebody else,

Senator. I'm in a cement and contracting

business.

>> What would you say your earnings are per

year?

>> Around 20 or 30,000.

>> Say 30,000. You've got a $60,000 home

here, a winter place in Miami, a summer

place in Maine, two limousines, a

sailboat worth 50,000. All on $30,000 a

year. How do you do it, Mr. Riy?

>> Sometimes I wonder myself, Senator.

It was testified here yesterday that you

were paid $200,000 in cash to uh

influence the election. Yeah, I read

that in the papers.

Now, if somebody will only tell me where

all that money is.

>> I'm meddling in the election.

>> Does it look like it? After all, you got

elected, didn't you, Senator

Fire swept through upper, lower the

hospital.

You say this man keeps getting undressed

without pulling down the shades. Well,

what's your complaint, madam boy?

>> Here

at all. Well, from the condition of the

body she'd been soaking in the river for

several days, this fur coat you wore was

all she had on.

>> Well, maybe she was a rich society

matron.

>> Mink isn't class conscious, son. No. No

other clothes, no identification.

>> Well, Mr. Hutcherson wants to see you in

his office, sir.

>> All right. on a little hair falling

every time on those callers.

>> What about the rizi story? George boss

wants to check it first.

One column had three line banks.

>> AP says the paper's being sold.

>> What?

>> Sold.

>> Who too? When?

>> What about that, Frank?

>> That's something only the garrisonires

Hutcherson and the gods will know. Not

us.

>> It's a conspiracy to keep you just as

you are. Nice and ignorant.

>> So, I can't believe it.

>> Don't believe the Associated Press? My

my

>> name too.

>> Better run for your lives, man.

>> Don't forget to trample the women. Loud

mouth.

>> Record.

>> Give me the city desk.

>> Look, who's the boss? Who says what goes

in the paper?

>> The managing editor, Mr. Hudson.

>> Then he's the man I want to see.

>> Well, right now he's basing the bird

dog. Why don't you sit down if you don't

mind? He's still in a makeup conf.

>> Credit controls inflation to be hauled

at billions.

>> Yes,

>> Frank Allen. Urgent. Okay. Billions

required. National budget. OPS NAM ECA.

What's all this mean to the reader?

Consumption tax. Sounds like a disease.

It'll be page one in every paper in the

country.

>> And the day, too. What does this tax

program mean to the average man and

woman? Not billions. That's an

impossible figure. Here, break it down.

>> Yes, sir. What did it cost the housewife

for groceries? How much more for a car,

radio? 50 bucks, 100? How much? Run the

story as is. Page one, new lead for the

second edition. Right.

>> United Press fled story in same slot.

>> Pictures coming in yet

>> with casualty list.

>> All right. Yes. Frank Ed,

>> what about the dead nude murder story?

Is it murder?

>> Looks like it.

>> Looks like it.

>> Who is she? I don't know yet. Got some

pictures of her, though. Very

interesting.

Put them on postcards and send it to

Paris. Second section. Play it down. No

pictures. Yes, sir.

>> Story's fine, George. Tie it off.

>> Yes.

>> You're late for the dome.

>> Okay.

You leave tonight to handle that strike

up, state. I'd like to stay with the

Renzi story.

>> You're wasting your time, baby. Not if

we can prove he's guilty.

>> It's not our job to prove he's guilty.

We're not detectives and we're not in

the crusading business.

>> Give me a week.

>> Forget it. The state senate couldn't

prove anything. Neither could that probe

four years ago. You had a nice circus,

that's all. Televisions had a field day.

All the papers raised their circulation.

And Rienzy's lawyers got richer.

>> One week,

>> 3 days, please. I got a good lead.

All right. Stay out of trouble,

Ed.

That's right, Frank. Baby's on the

auction block. But we're the best outfit

in town. In the country, maybe. But why?

Why sell money? That's usually the

reason something is sold, isn't it?

>> Tell them I'm on my way up. The heirs

and the lawyers are up in the dome right

now, waiting to explain the nature of

their crime with facts, figures, and

falsehoods.

One more f and they won't be drafted.

>> But mother, the paper belongs to us. Why

do we have to go to court to sell it?

Perhaps because he never intended to be

sold.

>> Oh, please, mother. We've been over that

a 100 times.

>> The surrogates court will decide that,

Mrs. Garrison.

>> Ed.

>> M. Garrison,

>> what kept you so long?

>> How's the expectant mother?

>> Lousy.

>> Hello, Ed.

>> Alice,

>> you're looking very well.

>> Thank you. How's your husband?

>> Oh, fine. Just fine.

>> It's fine, isn't it?

>> Let's get this over with.

>> I suppose you know why we're here, Mr.

Hutcherson.

>> Practically everybody seems to know

except the people who work here.

>> We're sorry about that. We thought it

best to make a general announcement

discreetly.

>> The death of a newspaper is never

discreet.

>> Here we go again.

>> The last will and testament of the late

John Garrison, drawn up just prior to

his death 11 years ago, designated as

his heirs his eldest daughter Alice, his

daughter Katherine, and his wife

Margaret. In as much as Katherine

attained her majority last week and

became entitled to a full vote, it was

decided by the three stockholders.

decided unanimously.

Of course.

>> Um, any objections?

>> Would it make any difference?

>> None.

>> And I have no objections.

>> The reason it was decided

>> we go into detail. I don't feel well.

>> My entire staff feels the same way.

>> Oh, Ed, what do Alice or I know about

newspapers?

>> Gives you an income. We never even come

down here except twice a year for

>> You're invited every day.

>> Mrs. Courtney's husband feels the money

could be invested more wisely elsewhere.

>> John Garrison founded this paper, not

Mrs. Courtney's husband.

>> We're taking care of you.

>> What?

>> We always try. Anyhow,

>> you ought to get 1% of the sale price.

>> Your share will amount to slightly more

than $50,000.

>> Thank you.

>> You're to notify all personnel they will

receive two weeks pay.

>> Wait a minute.

>> It sounds we're being closed down.

>> Who's buying the day? What difference

can it make

>> to the 1500 people who work for you? It

makes a lot of difference. Well, who is

buying it? Or are you ashamed of it?

>> Lawrence White is the buyer.

>> White, we're being sold to the standard.

>> Oh, I think I'm going to vomit.

>> So do I.

>> Mr. White's paper is very successful.

You will undoubtedly make this one more

profitable, too.

>> It won't be this paper anymore. It'll be

lost in the standard. As far as we're

concerned, his offer is a generous one.

>> He's only buying our circulation

features and goodwill. He's eliminating

his competition, that's all.

>> M Garrison, you've got to stop them.

Your husband created a new kind of

journalism, and you helped him. Take a

look at the first paper you ever

printed.

Here, page one. Quote, "This paper will

fight for progress and reform. We'll

never be satisfied merely with printing

the news. will never be afraid to attack

wrong. Whether by predatory wealth or

predatory poverty, you're not selling

the day, you're killing it.

>> The hearing to approve the sale will

take place in Sergey's court day after

tomorrow. You'll be there, of course.

>> I never go to funerals.

>> I think I like that man.

>> Too excitable much. It might be

advisable to replace him until the sale

is consummated.

>> Oh, shut up, PLEASE.

COME ON. GET HIM.

>> Kill him. KILL HIM.

>> OH MY GOD. CUT IT OUT.

>> You all right? In the pink. Yeah.

>> What happened? One punt, six pushes, two

kinks, lots of hollering, no decision.

>> Henry,

>> well, I was sitting there minding my own

business.

>> He's been asking for it. Heard a rumor.

Quit without notice. Took a job with the

record.

>> The rumor? Well, how about it, Mr.

Hutcherson? Is it a rumor? We have a

right to protect ourselves, haven't we?

Well, go ahead. Tell us we got nothing

to worry about.

A day after tomorrow when Surya gets

caught,

you got two weeks pay coming to you. The

paper's closing. You quit now and look

for another job or wait for the probate

judge's decision. It's up to you.

>> There's nothing personal, Mr.

Hutcherson. I have my family to think

about.

>> That's right, Henry. Nothing personal.

>> Oh, Mr. Hutcherson, the mayor want

>> I'm busy.

What are you going to do? I got an

assignment. Harry, there's still a

sports page to get out.

>> Fighting

a man your age did me good.

>> He was right to quit. They all ought to

quit. Maybe. Anyway, I got it out of my

system.

>> You were with the New York Well, weren't

you?

>> Under Pulitzer, Cobb, and Barrett.

>> What'd you do when it folded?

>> Let's see now. I think I got myself a

drink. Yep, I'm sure of it.

>> And what'd you do?

>> Came over here and went to work for old

man Garrison. He was a great newspaper

man.

>> Yeah, but no good as a father. Terrible

daughters. One of them married to a high

class broker who knows how to invest

their money more wisely. They hate the

paper. Same as they hated the old man.

Couldn't get out of when he was alive.

So now they're kicking him when he's

dead.

>> Yes.

>> 5 minutes to press time.

>> Okay. Come in. Everybody in this racket

gets kicked sooner or later. Dead or

alive. Get that in the fudge box.

>> Yes, sir. Uh the mayor. Darn the mayor.

>> Yes.

the mayor.

All he cares about is who'll support him

for re-election if we fold.

>> By now, the boys will be having a nice,

lively week in O'Brien. Ever been to

one? Before you know it, lad, you won't

be feeling a thing. Not a blessed thing.

That's what a week is for.

>> That's right.

Brothers and sisters, hush up for a

minute. Friends, it's an unemployed,

>> lend your ears. We're gathered here to

BE A SEASON.

>> BROTHERS and sisters, WE CAME TO PRAISE

THE DAY, not bury it.

>> I GOT THE BROTHER.

>> I GOT THE PRAYER. ANOTHER CLEAREST

SINNER OF 14 YEARS STANDING, sitting or

lying down will let out the misery.

>> Maestro be flat if you please. Flash

scoop scoop.

I came over the river Jordan from a

weekly scandal sheet and ask old John

Garrison for a job. Are you a journalist

or a reporter? He said, "What's the

difference?" I said, "A journalist makes

himself the hero of the story. A

reporter is ONLY THE WITNESS.

SISTER BONDALA. Sister Bond Dollar. Has

the spirit moved the research

department?

>> The spirits moved her. All right.

>> Hallelujah. And pass the collection box.

>> Sister Willough

>> coming through the ride. Present and

half accounted.

>> Come on, honey. Give us this old talk.

>> It's a lovely corpse. The last poor

dear. I knew it well. And why not? I

gave it the best 14 years of my life.

And what have I got to show for it? Huh?

$81 in the bank, two dead husbands, and

two or three kids I always wanted but

never had. I've covered everything from

electrocutions to love nest brawls. I've

got fallen arches, unfixed teeth, and

you want to know something? I I never

saw Paris,

but but I wouldn't change those years.

Not for anything in this world.

>> I see the light, brother.

>> PURIFY YOUR SOUL, SINNER.

>> Save your tears. This is what the

READERS WANT.

>> THROW THE atheist out. Don't sell it

short. It's got twice our circulation

and three times our advertising linage.

>> It's wild and yellow, but it's not

exactly a newspaper.

>> It keeps its people working.

>> Well, maybe if I'd given you this kind

of paper, it'd still have jobs. There's

a place for this kind of sheep. Where,

Daddy? All right. So, it's not your kind

of paper. Who are we putting our papers

for? You? You? You?

Not enough anymore to give them just

news. They want comics, contests,

puzzles. They want to know how to bake a

cake, win friends, and influence the

future. There go horoscopes, tips on the

horses, interpretation of dreams, so

they can win on the numbers lotteryies.

And if they accidentally stumble on the

first page,

news

You know, I never got to Paris either.

>> Have some anesthetic, brother.

>> Glory, glory, hallelujah.

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

His day is done and

feeling any pain.

Well, it was a nice wake

night.

Mr. Hutcherson,

I've been trying to see you all day,

sir. I said I'd find you here, and

this will introduce me, sir. It's from

my journalism professor at the

university.

>> Oh, so you want to be a newspaper man?

>> Yes, sir. One student a semester is

recommended. And you're it?

>> Yes, sir.

>> Newspaper man is the best profession in

the world. You know what a profession

is?

>> It's a skilled job.

>> Yeah. So is repairing watches. Nope. A

profession is a performance for public

good. That's why newspaper work is a

profession.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Yes, sir. I uh I suppose you want to be

a cardamomist.

>> Foreign correspondent to Egypt.

You speak Arabic?

>> No sir, but

>> you do know the customs, habits,

religion, superstitions of the people.

>> Well, I took a course in Neareastern

religion.

>> You know the psychology of Egyptian

politics and Muslim diplomacy?

>> No, sir.

>> Expert on economy, topography, and

geography of Egypt.

>> I speak a little French. Maybe I could

get a job in the

>> So do I. But I couldn't hold down a job

in my own Paris office.

>> I see.

Hey, Joe.

So, you want to be a reporter? Here's

some advice about this racket.

Don't ever change your mind. It may not

be the oldest profession, but it's the

best.

>> Yes, sir.

Hi.

>> Why don't you go home, Ed?

>> Yes.

Guess what,

>> Scotch?

I have decided to dedicate my life to

you.

>> Yes, dear.

>> Yes, dear.

That's why I'm going to give you the

best years of my life.

>> Mhm.

>> You know what's the matter with you?

You're a spectic. Hm.

>> Uh, skeptic.

>> Yes, dear.

>> White beer.

>> Homogenized.

>> Couldn't we spark it with a little

scotch?

>> Drink that as is.

>> Nora,

I love you. Let's get married again

tonight.

This could bring on my second childhood.

>> It already has coming here this time of

night.

>> Nora,

I'm free,

fired, canned.

No more paper. Nothing to keep us apart

anymore. The paper has been sold.

>> I know. Divorce

is a very evil thing, Nora.

Down from my Olympian heights I come

humbly.

I'm going to make a decent woman of you

again, Nora.

>> Yes, dear.

>> Yes, dear.

We'll go on a second honeymoon.

>> We never had a first. No,

>> I'm leveling, baby. There's no more

paper.

Travel. That's what we'll do. Europe,

South America, everywhere. No worry

about expense.

I am loaded.

>> So, I noticed.

>> I mean, money. More money than we've

ever had in our lives.

I was paid off for being a good boy.

>> And

look, listen.

You shouldn't have come here.

>> It won't work out.

>> Yeah.

Not bad. Copy. Not bad at all.

How is the advertising business?

You know, you were right to quit the

newspaper. Now you've got something you

can depend on,

something legitimate.

I went to awake tonight, saw the light,

sister. Hallelujah.

Why should I fight? For what? Publishers

don't care about the paper. The paper

doesn't care about me. And I don't care

about anybody except you.

Haven't I met him somewhere before?

>> Just now in the living room.

>> Oh, yeah. Fight. What with? I'm an

employee, not a stockholder.

Maybe I should have taken it to the

readers. Ah, what do they care? You got

to have an issue for that red-hot story,

>> Nora.

>> Right here, darling.

>> Right here, darling.

I don't have to think about anybody but

us.

>> Yes, dear.

>> We'll have some great times together

like we used to. Remember that time in

Sarinac when everybody thought we

weren't married, so we went out and got

married.

>> The second time

>> and the fishing trips we never went on

and the hunting trips I promised you.

We'll make them all this time.

>> Yes, dear.

>> Now I went up to Reno to try to stop the

divorce.

What was that you charged me with?

>> Incompatibility.

>> Incompatibility.

That was a lie.

>> They know where to reach you.

>> I don't have to account to anybody. Yes,

dear.

>> I don't like him. I'll think of a reason

later.

>> Good night, dear.

city desk.

What?

Oh, hold it.

Okay, go ahead.

When did this happen?

What time is it now? 6 what? 6:20.

When did it happen?

Would you call the hospital?

Are they sending an ambulance?

Okay.

Good morning, darling.

Ed, I thought no one knew you were here.

>> Where else would I go when I'm in

trouble?

>> Ed,

>> who slept here? But

>> it's time we had a talk, Ed.

>> Not now, baby. I'm in a hurry. That call

was urgent.

>> Dinner tonight.

>> Why not every night?

>> Alberta's place. Okay. 8:00. I thought

you were in a hurry.

>> Did I have a pleasant time last night?

>> Yes, dear.

>> I did. Well, what do you know?

I was making my round, sir. First, I

didn't notice anything and I heard a

kind of low moaning coming from the road

down there.

>> Well, good morning.

Automobile likes it, eh?

>> Get him to hospital.

>> Name?

>> I said get him to hospital.

>> Wait a minute.

>> My name is Burrows. I work for the day.

He runs it.

>> Oh, Ben.

>> They started banging me around when they

got me in the car.

>> How many were there?

>> Three, maybe four.

>> Well, what was it? Three or four?

>> I don't know.

>> All right. They gave you a going over.

What? With

>> fists. One of them hit me in the face

with something hard. A sap, I guess.

>> What' they say? Nothing. Not after they

got me in the car.

>> Before?

>> Yes. Outside the Hall of Records. I told

you.

>> Tell me again.

>> Please, sir. You shut up.

>> The Hall of Records.

She went there to check on Rienzi.

>> George.

The man I talked to must have tipped

Renzi.

>> Yeah. How do you know?

>> Left the office for a few minutes. He

probably phoned.

>> Probably. But you're not positive.

>> No.

>> I won't stand up in court.

>> How else were they waiting for me when I

came out?

>> Who was waiting? Fenzi's men.

>> You identify them?

>> One maybe. Former boxer, torpedo.

>> Know his name?

>> Whitey. I'm not sure. Whitey something.

>> If I brought him in, could you identify

him?

>> He asked me if I was Burrows. He asked

me if I worked for the day.

>> What car was it?

>> I don't know.

>> Sedan, blue, black. What?

>> What are you trying to do? Protect

Reenzi?

>> I want facts that won't bounce. Facts

that'll stand up against Reenzi's

lawyers and liel suits. facts. It'll

tear syndicate wide open. It just can't

be any mistake. We can't have any

retractions.

George,

>> how's it look? I'm afraid he may lose

that eye.

Mr. Burrows,

>> go away, Mr. Hutcherson. Let us alone.

>> Are you blaming me?

>> Who sent him out? And for what? The

great big fat glory of a newspaper. The

paper you haven't even got anymore.

>> Mr. Allen,

>> the day. Good morning.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Put every man you can spare on the rizi

story. Picture layout the works where he

gets his money is tie up data facts

facts and more facts. The tough thing is

to prove them at prove them later.

Charlie boy

>> uh city mo this is Willough Brand of the

day. Any identification yet on that nude

in the fur coat

>> barn dollar relax.

Ever heard of Rienzi? Okay now.

>> Rienzi Tomas 51. Born Palmo Sicily.

immigrated here 1914. Attend a public

school number 47. Has two children by

legal wife. Gertrude.

>> We're not proposing him for the Chamber

of Commerce. We want to convict him of

every known crime in the books. All of

which he's committed and some even you.

Even I never heard of. I want

everything.

>> Yes, sir.

>> I must have taken 20 shots of her as

they were dragging her out of the river.

That fur coat's worth $5,000.

>> Catch a camera. Cover burrows in the

city hospital.

>> George? Our George?

>> That's right. You take Rienzy, his wife

home, cars, everything.

>> What if he smashes the camera? He's done

it before.

>> Let him. You get pictures of him doing

it.

>> Go ahead,

>> Bill.

Bill, I want a cartoon on Rienzy. It's

got to be hard, tough, below the belt.

The vulture is sucking the life out of a

city. You got it.

>> But a vulture only prays on the dead or

the dying.

>> Praise.

Here's your caption. Let us pray. P R E

>> paper. Why should I stick my neck out? I

want it for the first edition.

>> I don't like the idea. I get in a jam

with Renzi and tomorrow the paper folds

anyway. Where does that leave me?

>> You're fired. Wait a minute. Pay him off

and get him out of here.

>> Why the excitement? Everybody knows

we're washed up.

>> That's your mistake.

>> But I worked here for years.

>> That's my mistake.

>> Say that you

Bentley. Get your stenotype in there.

Get Dr. Emanuel on the phone. Draw $500

out of my bank and get it over to

Burrow's wife.

>> Mr. Bellamy here's been waiting. Oh

yeah.

Rewrite this lobster ship.

>> What's the lobster ship?

>> After midnight, we serve a lot of

thermodor night.

Uh

page one editorial 10point type double

column

by line

set off in boldface will be

John Garrison.

Quote,

I am dead.

I've been dead for 11 years.

By tomorrow, this newspaper may also be

dead.

But as long as it lives, the day will

continue to report the facts and the

meaning of those facts

without fear,

without distortion, without hope of

personal gain, as it always have done.

>> Yes.

>> Dr. Emanuel on two.

>> Hello, doctor. No, no, no, no. I'm fine.

Yeah. Uh, I want to ask you a favor.

Personal friend of mine needs your help.

He's in a city hospital. Name is

Burrows. George Burrows.

What?

What is more important, doctor? You're

delivering a lecture in London or saving

a man's eyesight.

Well, cancel it. Well, then delay it.

We weren't too busy to raise funds for

your clinic. Well, certainly I'm putting

it on a personal basis. What's a friend

for if not for a favor?

Thank you.

A real humanitarian.

Where was I?

>> We'll continue to report the facts and

the meaning of those facts.

>> No, that sentence is too long. Break it

down. Change the word distortion.

Somebody might know what it means. Okay.

Paragraph quote.

What are the facts?

Brienzi stuffs your ballot boxes.

Anything

will save the paper. This is it.

>> You see the paper yet?

>> Who's responsible?

>> Obviously Hutcherson.

>> Hutcherson.

>> We'll talk to him.

Why can't you?

>> I want to meet him personally.

>> Why not?

>> Everybody can be reached. Remember,

judge,

>> give me a three column lead two-line

bank on that raid. Evening Mr. White.

Did you see this spread on Rienzi in the

day? Yes. What have you done about it

for all paper?

>> Done, sir. A reporter gets into a

barroom brawl.

>> They say it was Renzi.

>> But can they prove it?

>> Prove it.

>> Front page editorial. Splashy cartoons.

Why? It's oldfashioned, Mr. White.

>> And what's so ultramort about this horse

in our paper? Then give me some

oldfashioned journalism in the standard.

>> Yes.

Give me the city hospital.

>> Sorry I'm late.

>> You like it? It's the best looking front

page in town

>> as usual.

>> The makeup, the cartoon, the the

editorial under the name of Garrison

yours.

>> Mhm.

>> It's wonderful.

>> As usual. How are we? Are we as usual?

>> Maybe the heirs will sit up and take

notice

>> of us.

>> They won't sell the paper. Not Not in

the middle of a fight like this. It'd be

like endorsing Rienzi.

>> It's a wonderful dress for dinner.

You

>> look much better than you did last

night. How do you feel?

>> Amoris. Good evening, Mrs. Hutcherson.

>> Good evening,

>> Mr. Hutcherson. Your table's ready, sir.

Will you order now? An appetizer first,

perhaps.

>> Oh, no, thank you. I have mine.

>> I'll just steak for me.

>> Telephone Mr. Hutcherson.

>> Tell them I'm feeding.

>> They said it's important.

>> Urgent, dear, as usual.

>> Keep calling him, Mrs. Hutcherson.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Mrs. Hutcherson.

Yes,

>> this is Willibbrand. I'm at the city

morg, the place where little girls check

their fur coats.

>> The dead nude. What about her?

>> Well, her mother showed up to identify

this afternoon as a a Mrs. Schmidt.

That's the girl's name, Bessie Schmidt.

But she also used the name Sally

Gardner.

>> Why bother me? Write it.

>> Well, what I wanted to know was this.

Now, Alan said he thought I ought to

check with you first, but um

this Mrs. Schmidt knows a lot more than

she's telling.

No,

no, but I thought maybe if you talk to

her, you could get

>> Let's not be dramatic, Mrs. Willough

Brand. No, no, no. I can't. You handle

it.

Her

name is Fifi. She made a pass at me in

the cloak room. It's a way I have with

women.

>> I'm getting married again, Ed.

>> That's right. I'm giving it to you

straight and fast. If you don't know the

man, he he's my boss at the advertising

agency.

First me, now another boss. It's getting

to be a habit with you, isn't it?

>> I'd like you to meet him.

>> Compare notes, you mean? Thanks. I know

enough people already.

>> His name is Louis Sha.

>> I don't want to know anything about him.

>> I told him all about you.

>> Everything.

Sit down.

I'm not one of your modern husbands,

chin up, stiff upper lip, and all that

sort of stuff. Always ready to discuss

things sensibly.

>> There isn't anything to discuss. I don't

need your consent. We're divorced, have

been

>> I don't recognize the divorce.

>> You agreed to it.

>> I was wrong. You're my wife.

>> Not only because somebody said a few

words over us, but because of all we

meant to each other for 8 years. Can't

change all that with more words, legal

or otherwise.

>> They want you on the telephone, Mr.

Hutcherson.

>> No way. You want me to quit the paper?

Okay, I'll get another job. Something

I've had to go back today. Tomorrow it's

over.

>> It's right that you should go back. It's

where you belong. You're the best

newspaper man in the world.

I don't want to change that. I never

did. It's your whole life and for you

it's right. But I've got to write it to

a life, too. I mean, you can't give it

to me.

>> Can he?

>> Maybe.

>> Can you be the same with him as you were

with me? Is it that easy?

Do you love him?

No, you don't. Not the same way.

>> Baby love isn't enough to make a

marriage for you.

>> Please, Mr. Hutcherson, I'm sorry to

bother you again, but at your office,

Mr. Allen, he said if you won't come to

the phone, then to come back to the

paper.

I'm sorry, sir.

Yes.

>> What?

>> Yank what story?

>> Willibbrand story on Sally Gardner.

Well, it was pulled by our advertising

department.

>> It seems Mr. Andrew Wharton, president

of Wharton's department store, was

Sally's caviar ticket.

Right.

Right.

Composing room. One column head, one

bank on this weather report.

>> Yeah.

>> Jake, I'm Will Brand Story. Sally

Gardner.

>> Yeah. Hold it, but don't kill it.

Do

>> you worry about every story in our

paper, Mr. Fenway?

>> You just seem to me this was liless

material.

>> We got over a hundred stories in this

issue. Check them all for liable sir.

>> Or any of them?

>> No, sir.

>> I see. You're a self-appointed sensor

only on stories involving big

advertising.

>> I was trying to protect us.

>> Us are you or Mr. Wharton? And for how

much?

>> He denies this story.

>> Will Brand included his denial.

>> From there on, it's up to the police.

>> I thought as a matter of policy the

>> policy. Since when has the advertising

department of this paper dictated his

policy on news?

>> I didn't act on my own.

>> Oh, you haven't got the guts. So, you

went to Wharton. Run the story.

>> I talked to Alice Garrison. Mr. Wharton

came here. We phoned her. It was on her

authority.

>> She hasn't got the authority. Not until

I'm out of here. Or have you arranged

for that, too?

>> No, sir.

>> You're slipping.

>> Will you talk to Mr. Wharton? He's

waiting right in here.

>> Mr. Wharton, this is Mr. Hutcherson. How

do you do, sir?

>> May I give you my side of it?

>> I'll take care of this.

>> Please don't publish that story.

>> Why? Isn't it true?

>> It can't do you much good, and it'll

ruin me and hurt my family. I've been

doing business with your paper for 20

years.

>> You're a big advertiser, Mr. Wharton. We

need your business, but not on those

terms.

>> All right. I made a mistake with Sally,

but that was 10 years ago. I've paid for

it in blackmail every month.

>> I'm sorry, Mr. Wharton. This is a matter

for the police.

>> You are interested in facts, aren't you?

>> One day, Sally phoned. She was quitting

her job at the store. She was letting me

off the hook. She said there was another

man.

>> Another man there always is.

>> In this case, the man was Tomasi.

Sally said she loved him. Wouldn't ever

bother me again. And she even sent back

some damaging photographs of us. She

said she was set for life.

>> What does she mean by that?

>> She didn't say.

Surely you don't think I'd kill Sally. I

haven't seen her in over 2 years. Mrs.

Wharton knew about Sally. She suggested

that I talk to you. Your paper forced me

to come here, but now that I'm here, I

don't know who.

>> Wharton,

you can tell your wife I'm holding the

story.

>> Thank you, sir. But if that yarn about

rienzy doesn't gel,

>> it will better for both eyes sakes.

>> Jim, uh, later dear,

>> what have you got on Sally Gardener?

>> The furry blonde.

>> Uh-huh.

>> She was abroad.

>> Yeah, but who?

>> Since when do you go in for gossip?

>> Since now.

Jim,

was playing around with Sally?

>> What do you want?

>> Proof. If I want to be sure

>> from this, a fella could catch a hole in

the head.

>> Yeah, he could. That bother you?

>> Oh, no, no, no, no.

Harry,

you ever hear of Herman Schmidt? Small

time stuff. Had some kind of a political

job at the arena. Boxing judge, I think.

>> Oh, yeah. Yeah, I got him now.

>> Brother of Sally Gardner.

Sally may have been tied in with Rienzi.

>> I know one thing, Rienzi's tied in with

the boxing commission.

Now

get a hold of Schmidt. Sweat him about

his job. How about Sally?

Boy, here's Will Brand's copy. You all

we've got on Sally is she was once a

bathing beauty. One thing is short on

his time.

>> Sally and her brother were born here.

Her mother came from Germany. Father

dead. No known criminal record for

Sally. No recorded marriages.

>> Yes.

>> Mr. Lewis Schaefer to see you.

>> Okay.

>> Barn Dollar.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Relax.

If Lugman's closed the financial page,

ask him to come in.

>> Yes, sir.

Happy to meet you, Mr. H.

>> Yeah. Have those pictures. All right.

Here.

>> Put them up here chronologically. Sit

down, Mr. Schaefer.

>> Thank you. But what I have

>> space for the missing period between

Wharton and Rienzi?

>> Yes, sir.

>> Coffee, Mr. Schaefer. Sandwich.

>> No, thanks. I didn't mean to interrupt

your work.

>> How's my wife?

>> That's what I came to see you about.

>> Shoot.

Well,

>> nor I ask you to come.

>> Well, of course not. I thought that we

could.

>> Well, this is rather personal, Mr.

Hutcherson.

>> In as much as it concerns my wife. I

hope it's not too personal.

>> You're making her very unhappy.

>> What? Me?

>> Oh, look a minute. I want to report on

all Rean's investments, legit and

otherwise. Dummy corporations,

everything. Real estate, manufacturing,

investments, whatever you can dig up.

>> You got a starting point?

>> Try the tax reports. Charlie in the

governor's office may give you a hand.

>> Right. Make it thorough.

>> So, I'm uh making her unhappy. Mr.

Schaer, let her alone. You're confusing

her, making her feel guilty. Her

responsibility to you is over.

>> Well, then why are you here?

>> I'm only trying to do what's best for

Nora.

>> Well, that's not only ridiculous, but

insulting. You're not that much of a

prize.

>> Ed, here's the Oh, excuse me.

>> And what have we got?

>> Sally bought some government bonds.

>> When?

>> 5 months ago. Sally Orienzi

>> in her name. 40,000 worth. And it took

some doing it this hour, but we've got a

checkup working in every bank for

savings accounts.

>> Safety deposit boxes.

>> That too.

>> That's all we've got.

>> Okay. But here, Frank.

Sally's a high school girl. Model for

Wharton's department store. Showgirl

kept girl. Missing portion. The river.

Now, if we can plug up this hole between

Wharton's department store and the

river, fill it up with rienzy.

>> Goodbye, Mr. Schaefer. I can't wish you

good luck. You know how it is.

>> There's something you ought to know, Mr.

Hudson.

>> Yes,

>> Jim Clearing on one.

>> Yes, Jim. Norah and I are getting

married tomorrow night.

>> I thought it best not to delay you any

longer. You know how it is.

>> Yes. Yes. Go ahead.

>> Here. Here it is. Just what you've been

looking for.

>> Yeah. Rienzi's your boy. All right. Show

the music approved by Alur and she was

back by about three years ago.

>> Frank.

>> Oh, it's the only show Rienzi backed. He

insisted Sally be in it. I'm with Al

Murray now.

He says Rienzi used to send a car around

for every night after the show.

>> Holden. What's this called? A rewrite.

You hear that, Clary? Okay.

Oh, Frank

on the Willbrand story. Uh, kill the

part about Wharton. Use Clary's story

for a lead all. Throw in Sally's face.

No nudity.

>> Miss Barn Dollar.

>> Yes, sir.

>> I want a complete check on Lewis

Schaefer. Runs the United Advertising

Agency. Schaefer.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Anything from Thompson yet?

>> No, sir.

Mr. Schmidt.

>> Mr. Schmidt,

>> don't move. I just want

>> Shut up.

>> Take your head off.

Sit down. No. Over there.

Put your hands on the table.

Relax, Herman. I'm here to help you.

Who's with you?

>> Nobody.

What's the pitch?

My name is Thompson, reporter. Sports

for the day.

>> Don't do that.

Sports, huh?

>> What'd you write today?

The question of televising next season's

baseball games was discussed at a heated

session of the Hot Stove League

yesterday.

>> What do you want?

>> Would you mind putting that thing away?

>> How did you find me?

>> You know a lot of people in the fight

game. They owe me favors. I collected a

few.

>> All right, get to it.

Why did Rienzi kill your sister?

>> Did he

then? And who are you afraid of for a

minute?

Why the hideout?

They won't get you anywhere. I phoned

your address into the paper. They know

I'm here. By the next edition, Rienzi

will know where you are.

We're your only chance, Herman.

Let me take you to the paper and you'll

be safe.

Sooner or later, Rienzi will get to you

and you'll wind up in the morg beside

Sally.

As long as Rienzi is free, you're a dead

pigeon.

Take your time.

Rienzi won't get his copy of the day

with your address until morning.

>> I have carefully read the last will and

testament of the deceased John Garrison.

I find nothing therein to prevent the

sale of the publication enterprises

known as the day.

>> Your honor, Mrs. Garrison, wife of the

deceased and one of the heirs, would

like to address the court.

>> Mrs. Garrison.

>> Sir, I object to the sale of this paper

to Mr. White.

>> Your honor, Mrs. Garrison has agreed,

but this request for sale was signed by

you, Mrs. Garrison.

>> I've changed my mind.

>> Mrs. Garrison's daughters have not, and

they constitute a majority. My husband

would not have wished this paper to be

sold to Mr. White.

>> How do you know?

>> Your honor, I cross examination until

the witness has completed her statement.

>> You knew the paper was being sold to Mr.

White.

>> But I did not know it was going to be

rubbed out of existence, which it will

be if this contract is approved.

>> What happens to this newspaper after it

has been sold is of absolutely no

concern here.

>> Is Mr. Crane the lawyer and the judge?

>> This is a cheap display of

sensationalism and conspiracy. Would the

other heirs care to reconsider?

>> No, sir.

>> Would it be all right, Mr. Crane, if

they answered for themselves?

>> Mrs. Alice Garrison Courtney, do you

still wish to sell?

>> Yes, sir.

>> Mrs. Katherine Garrison Giri.

>> Yes, sir.

In that case, the paper may be sold

>> and I'll buy it.

>> The contract already exists, but your

honor, Mrs. Garrison has priority of

purchase.

>> I'll raise Mr. White's offer.

>> Your honor, I cannot see that my

client's interest object to my

daughter's receiving more money. That's

what they're selling out for, isn't it?

Money.

>> Well, council kindly step up here.

>> You can't do this.

>> I can. I want to. And I'm going to.

>> What good will it do? You'll be happy to

know the stupidity is not hereditary.

You've acquired it all by yourselves.

>> You're making us sound like fools.

>> Well,

>> what changed your mind?

>> Have you seen today's paper and

yesterday's? Loyalty changed my mind. A

principle evidently lacking in the

present generation.

>> You haven't got the money to buy the

paper.

>> I'll get it.

>> You're crazy.

>> No, just ashamed. A shame for me, for

you, and for your father.

I'm not going to let this paper die.

That makes me crazy.

I'm good and crazy.

>> All right.

>> I shall require time to consider Mrs.

Garrison's request.

Council will be notified when this court

will reconvene.

>> Sir,

>> Mr. White,

>> any delay, even 24 hours, will wreck the

value of the day. People will not buy a

dying paper nor advertise in it. Now the

staff of the day will become

demoralized. No newspaper can function

under this handicap.

>> Thank you, Mr. White. However, I must

reserve decision.

But if the current high standard of

journalism in the day slackens or any

act of neglect threatens the well-being

of this newspaper, I shall be forced to

make an immediate decision based upon

the current contract.

>> Mr. Hutcherson, my name is Hansen.

>> Yes.

>> I'm uh Mr. Yansy's lawyer. He's waiting

to see you in his car.

>> Why? It's personal business.

A ride?

>> No, sir. A drive.

>> How do you do, Mr. Hutcherson?

>> They give you a lift someplace. Why? I'm

the sociable type. They're expecting me

at my office.

>> Okay, Lippy.

>> Okay. What?

>> Just okay.

>> I wondered when and how you'd get around

to this.

>> Yeah.

>> Yeah. I expected something a little more

poetic.

Drink.

>> Well, now that's rather poetic.

>> What will it be?

>> Nothing. Not a drinker, man. Not in an

armored car.

I think I like you. Why?

>> Imagination.

I like a man with imagination. You're a

good newspaper man, they say.

>> You're not bad at your trade either.

>> You got two pullet surprises, they say.

Are they weight much?

>> Cash about $500 a piece.

>> Your kind of imagination is way more.

>> I agree.

>> But you're a hotthead, they say.

>> Who's they?

>> Friends.

I got friends everywhere.

I'd like for you to be my friend.

>> I got a friend. Not like me.

>> Is that a proposal or a proposition?

>> What do you got against me?

>> You're not my type.

>> You ever meet me before, do business

with me? Maybe you got the wrong

impression of me.

>> What kind of an impression would you

like me to have?

>> My family reads a paper.

It's not nice what you print.

>> I got a nice family.

Sometime I'd like for you to meet them.

>> No point in that unless they're the ones

that almost killed Burrows.

>> Burrows?

>> Never beat up a reporter, they say. It's

like killing a cop on duty, they say.

Never drop girls in the river, clothed

or unclothed, they say.

>> What have I got to do with reporters or

girls? I'm in a cement and contracting

business.

>> Capone was in the insurance business.

>> You got a sense of humor, friend.

>> Why don't you laugh?

>> Very funny.

>> Tomorrow's newspaper will be even

funnier.

That's the rienzi I like to see. This

way you start shooting.

>> What are you supposed to be? A little

tin god? You going to save the world? A

hero or something? There's only one kind

of m friend dead ones. Show me a m I'll

lay a four to one. He winds up out of

the money. My lawyer says I could sue

you for this. Well, what you're trying

to do has been tried before. Nobody

could ever make it stick. In that case,

you got nothing to worry about.

Thanks for the lift. I can't say I

enjoyed it.

>> Cops, tax collectors, politicians,

citizens committees, they all got an

angle. What's yours? Name it. What do

you want? My prizes await more than

puliters.

>> I know. I got to look at Sally's fur

coat. Wasn't

that Hermit Schmidt just went in? Yeah.

>> Okay.

From the beginning.

>> First see the money.

>> Said you'd pay for this story.

Five grand,

$1,000.

>> How far would that get me?

>> Out of the country after you testify

against Rienzi. Yes or no? Well,

>> they said you'd protect me.

>> These days, accommodations in jail are

hard to get. However, I'll use my

influence.

>> Well,

all right.

Get some sleep and on your way out have

them send in $1,000

>> in cash.

>> In cash.

>> Okay. You've got the floor.

>> Where do you want me to start?

>> Sally and Rienzi.

Well, they liked each other. Liked.

You know,

>> Rienzi pay her bills.

What else? for everything.

She was worth it.

>> That's what I like. Family pride.

>> Harry Enzy kicked in for the apartment.

Her fur coat, some cheap jewelry, maybe

her car, too. But Sally bought $40,000

worth of government bonds in her name.

Rienzi pay for that.

>> I guess so. You're a liar.

>> Sally used the $200,000 Rienzi gave it a

hole for him.

>> What? $200,000? Why would a guy p with

that kind of scratch?

>> Hot money. The city bank says your

sister rented a safety deposit box.

>> She gave it up a month ago

>> on the same day she moved out of her

apartment.

>> Why?

>> All right. It's true. He gave her the

money to keep for her. When he wanted it

back, she was scared he'd make a break.

She said as long as she kept the cash

stick.

Didn't work out that way.

I don't feel so good.

>> Have this type. More coming.

>> Yes. M. Garrison wants to see you in the

dome.

>> Oh, staller.

>> Oh, here's that $1,000 you wanted.

>> Uh-huh.

>> Uh, Al, there's a camera in there.

>> Are you married, honey?

>> Later, baby. Get a hold of the governor.

Ask him if he'll appoint a special grand

jury to investigate the last election.

>> Some of the names will come up.

>> We supported a few for office. This

paper has no political party. We support

men for office. Some good, some bad.

>> Mr. Hutcherson, Mr. Wilberine's on here.

>> If the governor won't act, uh, get the

chairman of the state senate committee.

>> Yes, Hutcherson.

Oh, hold it now. Go ahead, Willough.

Sally. So, what about her?

When she moved to

what hotel? When did you find out Sally

was dead?

>> Well, I I read about it at the paper.

>> She was dead 3 days before the papers

got it. Your mother says you left the

house last Saturday and didn't come

back. Sally was killed that same night.

>> So, what? I leave the house lots of

times for weeks sometimes.

>> But not to hide out. You were afraid of

Rienzi. Why? You knew he was going to

Sally's place last Saturday.

>> I didn't even know where she lived. Hold

it. Shoot.

Sally was moved from her apartment on

Maple Avenue with the Intercity Storage

Company 4 weeks ago. The Loy Hotel

registered under the name of Bessie

Schmidt. Never left her room. She had

only two visitors. Your mother and you.

You were there Saturday night.

>> Well, I don't remember. Maybe I was.

>> Why did you go there? Well, I uh

she phoned me. Yeah, that's right. She

phoned me.

>> The desk clerk says you phoned her from

the desk. 1:30 a.m.

>> He could be wrong.

>> Yeah, that's right. Somewhere out there,

Rienzi's waiting for you.

Either you tell the truth or I'll turn

you loose. No money, no protection.

Okay,

throw him out.

>> Wait.

Renzi wanted his money.

They couldn't find out where she was

living.

>> So, you showed him.

>> Why'd you do it?

>> What did Rienzy promise?

>> Well, he got me my job. I owed him some

money. I couldn't pay him.

He said the favor would squares.

>> All you had to do is put the finger on

your own sister.

>> I didn't know what they were going to

do. I swear. Who went with you, Rienzi?

>> I went alone.

>> So she wouldn't be afraid to let you in.

>> They came later.

>> All you did was open the door for them.

That's all.

>> Who's they?

>> Lefty Smith, Whitey Franks, and Kid

Jones.

>> They belong to Rienzy.

>> Except Whitey. He hide us out.

>> You let him in. Then what?

>> Well, they asked her for the money. She

wouldn't give. So Whitey, he hid her

then lefty.

She began to scream. She hollered for me

to help her.

And Whitey,

he shut her up.

I got scared. I couldn't watch what they

were doing when I ran into the bathroom.

I beat it out of there.

That's all I know. Honest.

>> Yes.

>> Mrs. Gerson still waiting. One left the

other.

>> I'll be right up.

>> The word was out. Rienzi wanted me.

They was afraid I was going to sing.

>> If I stay for the trial, they'll get to

me. You don't know them in jail. No

matter where it's

>> typed, have them sign it. You won't have

time to get this all in the bulldog.

>> We'll get the text to the statement in

the second edition.

>> Count it. Count it.

And have this office fumigated.

Mr. Hudson about Lewis Schaefer.

>> Oh yeah.

>> On that information you requested.

>> Uhhuh.

>> Lewis Schaefer, age 42, born in

Baltimore, only child of John and

Harriet Schaffer of a chemical fortune.

>> Would he ever married before?

>> No, sir.

>> Ever get pinched? Was he ever arrested?

>> No record. If he was

>> alcoholic, swindler,

maybe he's a fiend. You know, he looked

like one. Check his army record. Maybe

he's a spy.

>> Got the silver star and the purple

heart.

That's a rotten report.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Eddie, two things. Renzi started his

liel suit. He was over the papers half

an hour ago.

>> Second,

>> Judge Mccay is going to hand down his

decision tonight at 9:00

>> because the liel suit, we'll be ready

for him.

>> And another thing, that 1% you were

promised when we sold the paper. Well,

Alice and Kitty have withdrawn it.

>> What took him so long?

>> You were wonderful today, baby.

>> Oh, Mr. Blake and Mr. Green. This is Mr.

Hatch.

>> How do you do? How do you do? How do you

do, sir? Great.

>> The banking firm has offered to lend us

the extra money to meet Mr. White's

offer,

>> pending a few packs, of course.

>> Of course.

>> Try to remember Rienzy's exact words

when he asked you to bring the three

hoods to Sally's hotel room. We can get

that.

>> Got a warrant here for Herman Schmidt.

>> We're not finished yet. We want him to

sign the statement. It'll only take a

few minutes.

>> Hold on, Schmidt.

>> You got no right to take statements.

>> As long as it's not a police state we

have.

>> Sorry.

Whitey. Shut down. Take him out the back

way later on.

>> I didn't tell him anything.

Why? I didn't tell him anything.

And that doesn't include the higher cost

of newsprint.

>> How's that?

>> Keeps going up. Right now, it's $110 a

ton. In 1942, it was $50 a ton. Takes

talent to get the news, think it

through, write it, and back it up with

research. Without good reporting, you

haven't got a paper.

>> That extra 4% might make it a dangerous

venture.

>> A free press like a free life is always

in danger.

Maybe I

hate I know you. Listen, you got to

believe me.

Why do you believe me?

I got money.

Heat.

HEAT.

I like the proposition. Barring

unforeseen complications, I think the

>> for you.

>> Yeah.

Give him a description of what that

so-called police look like.

>> Yes, Captain.

>> When's the press going to grow up and

stop playing detective?

>> Did you tell the difference between a

hoodlam and a cop

>> in this town?

>> Yes, sir.

>> Captain

at the address.

I'll see that Mrs. Garrison gets home.

All right. What about Schmidt's

confession? Do we run anyway?

>> Without his signature, the judge would

surely close us down.

You made a mess of it. I told you I

don't want no violence. Not yet, anyway.

There's a time and place for this kind

of thing. There's a stupid

No.

No. will run away from what? I'll talk

to them myself personally. Get them down

here to my office. All of them. Sure.

Now, right now, you too. And find

Sally's old lady, Mrs. Schmidt. Bring

her in. I want to talk to her. And this

time, don't foul it up.

No paper ever did a better, faster, more

thorough job. All we needed was that one

bit of evidence. We had it.

Why do you think we hung the whole thing

on Rienzy's case? Cuz we were

sentimental about a dead girl in a mink

coat. No, we had something big. Big big

enough to save our necks.

Fenzi in the liquor business. The

financial department dug that one up.

Distributor for two of the biggest name

brands. Rienzy's brother runs a wire

service for race results,

transportation, loan agency for bookies,

real estate, hotels, nightclubs,

>> slot machines, etc., etc. Years ago, my

husband tried to do a story like this on

a man just like Rienzy. No, I figured

with a story like this to tell, they'd

never close us down.

Well,

we showed him how a real newspaper can

function. And now we're lick. Baby,

>> put a head on this, will you?

>> My husband always said it was a

worthwhile fight. Didn't matter who won.

Some good was sure to come out of it.

That ends his wine.

>> Uh-huh.

>> Very good.

>> The best.

You're quite a girl.

>> Yeah. Guess they made them different in

your day.

>> Yeah.

>> More durable.

>> More pliable.

Girls these days have stuff, but they're

brittle. Break more easily. Don't roll

with the punches.

>> Plenty of gall and no guts.

>> Meaning Nora.

>> Meaning Nora.

>> Well, now be a respectful silence while

we feel sorry for ourselves.

Well, she had no right to walk out on

me.

>> Why not?

>> Because

>> because it inconvenienced you.

>> Because she's my wife.

>> You wouldn't have had a wife of that

newspaper. It had beautiful legs.

>> Sure. Sure. But you never walked out on

John.

>> Who said so? Twice.

>> You must have had a pretty good reason.

>> The best. A bride always likes to think

she's indispensable.

Even in the morning, I woke up and he

was gone. Gone back to the paper to do

the Lucatania story. I walked out.

>> Ah, but you came back

>> two days later. He didn't even know I'd

been gone.

>> But he loved you

>> passionately between additions. He had

time to change the face of journalism,

fight for reform, crusade for a thousand

lost causes, but he had no time for his

family. So I took my two daughters and

left this big beautiful morselum.

>> Why did you come back?

>> Well, we needed each other. Was I who

did the adjusting though? Wasn't Alice

or Kitty or John.

He needed a son to carry on the paper.

And they needed a father to love, not a

bulldog edition.

>> Enter me.

>> Spit an image.

>> What did you want? to be useful.

>> Well,

to newspapers,

>> to editors like you, a publishers's

delight.

Don't blame Nora.

Unless she wants to come back, it won't

work. If she stays away,

>> I can look for a newspaper with nice

legs.

>> Court convenes in about half an hour.

You going to be there?

>> Maybe.

Will you marry me?

>> You're too old.

>> You go through old lady Schmidt's house

>> top to bottom.

>> Well,

>> nothing.

>> Mrs. Schmidt, you find her?

>> Not yet.

>> Got anybody at the house waiting for

her?

>> Inside and out.

>> Don't bring her here. I don't want none

of your boys around here now or anytime.

You understand?

>> I understand.

>> And don't phone me here or at home. any

of you.

>> Would it be better if we left town for a

while?

>> No, we stay put.

>> Suppose the grand jury indictes.

>> Leave them and dice. Larry will take

care of things.

>> I'll try.

>> That's right. You'll try. I don't want

no panic. If there's an investigation or

even a trial, we've been through this

kind of thing before. We're still in

business. A story is printed in a paper.

So what? Tomorrow it's old news. Next

week people forget.

>> But if they keep printing,

>> they won't. But if they keep us in the

news until the trial, if they heat up

the public,

>> you take care of your end, I'll handle a

paper.

>> Hutcherson won't handle easily.

>> He's got nothing. With Schmidt out of

the way, what's he got?

>> That won't stop him.

>> And he won't stop us.

The Mari won't even have a paper. Courts

will take it away from him.

And if they don't, we'll take him away

from the paper. Maybe they all need an

example.

Yeah, that's what they need.

You better find Hutcherson.

>> You want to see him?

>> No.

Please rise.

>> His honor the surrogate.

>> Please be seated.

I'm a little bit worried about

>> regarding the sale and purchase of the

publishing company Irin referred to as

the day.

I've made a careful study of the

existing contract between the heirs of

the late John Garrison and Lawrence

White Publishing Enterprises. I can see

no reason why this contract should not

be enforced. Therefore, unless further

evidence or argument is presented to

alter my judgment, the court is prepared

to render its decision.

Mrs. Garrison, do you have anything to

add?

>> Yes, sir.

No statement, your honor.

>> Your honor,

>> before you decide, may I say something?

>> If your honor, please. I don't think

this gentleman is one of the heirs. He's

not here as amikas curi, and I'm

positive he's not here in the interests

of Mr. White whom does he presume to

represent.

>> Well, sir,

I'm trying to save a newspaper,

>> which is not yours in the first place.

>> That is true. The day consists of a big

building. I don't own that. It also

consists of typewriters, teletypes,

presses, newsprint, ink, and desks. I

don't own those either. But this

newspaper is more than that.

>> We're all aware of what a newspaper

consists.

>> I'm not so sure about that.

The day is more than a building. It's

people. It's 1,500 men and women whose

skill, heart, brains, and experience

make a great newspaper possible. We

don't own one stick of furniture in this

company, but we along with the 290,000

people who read this paper have a vital

interest in whether it lives or dies.

>> This is highly irregular procedure.

>> So is the murder of a newspaper.

>> Aren't you carrying this a bit too far?

>> Death of a newspaper sometimes has

farreaching effects.

>> Meaning your own pocketbook in this

case.

>> In this case, meaning some unfinished

business called Reenzi. If you read the

day, you'd know what I mean. I don't

care to discuss Mr. Reni.

>> This newspaper does. This doesn't

concern us here today.

>> It concerns the public every day. A

newspaper, as Mr. White will agree, is

published first, last, and always in the

public interest.

>> Yours is not the only newspaper in town.

>> Right now, it's the only newspaper

willing to expose Rienzy.

>> Your honor,

>> an honest, fearless press is the

public's first protection against

gangsterism, local or international.

>> Mr. Archinson, though a surrogate's

court is informal, there are certain

rules and procedure. May we have your

decision now, sir?

>> As one of your 290,000 readers, Mr.

Hutcherson, I rule that you may proceed

with your statement.

>> Thank you, sir. But let's try to keep

this from becoming a personal matter.

Please. Now, the newspaper is a very

personal matter, sir. Ask the people who

let us in their homes.

>> I've read the day for more than 35

years. Before that, I sold it in the

streets.

However, here we're only concerned with

the legal aspect of the sale and

purchase of property. What happens after

Mr. White takes possession is outside of

the jurisdiction of this court? And

whose jurisdiction is it?

>> Just a moment. Since when is it immoral

for someone to legally purchase a

newspaper?

>> I don't care if Mr. White buys and runs

two papers or 20 papers or a 100 papers.

Some of the best newspapers in this

country are part of a chain. But I do

care when he buys a newspaper to put it

out of business.

Because without competition, there could

be no freedom of the press. And I'm

talking about free enterprise, your

honor. The right of the public to a

marketplace of ideas, news, and

opinions. Not of one man's or one

leaders or even one government's. I

Well, I guess that's all I have to say.

The existing contract is valid. Made in

good faith.

As of tomorrow, November 14th, the

Lawrence White Publications will assume

control of the day journal.

Well, thanks for trying.

>> It'll be another day. Goodbye.

>> Here, Mr. Hutcherson. I have the city

desk.

>> Frank, here it is. Plead off for the

morning edition. The day after 47 years

of daily publication was sold last

night.

>> Ed, get back to you as quick as you can.

Yeah. Well, give it to me over the

phone.

I'll be right there. 5 minutes.

>> Did you care to state who killed your

daughter, Mr. Schmidt?

>> Was it Rienzi?

>> Some of his men.

>> I come to see boss.

>> Did you know your son was working for

Rienzi?

>> Was that Hatch?

>> Do you think we ought to call the

police?

I'm worried about her.

>> They could have been sold

by a new le

coffee.

Have you been to your home yet, Mrs.

Schmidt?

Where have you been? I speak to boss.

Mrs. Schmidt wandered in on her own

looking for you. Won't talk to anyone

else.

Mrs. Schmidt, the boss.

>> Now, how do you do Mrs. Schmidt?

>> Your name, please.

>> Hutcherson.

>> I am motor to Bessie.

>> Oh. Um, about your son. I'm very sorry.

>> I do not come for that.

sit down, please.

>> Here.

My Bessie, she comes to me and she says,

"Here, mama. You keep this. Something

happens to me, you do not have to

worry."

>> This Bessie's diary. She says what

happens to her and this Mr. Renzi.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Get Captain Finley over here right away

and tell Alan we're getting out the

final edition as usual.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Why didn't you go to the police, Mrs.

Schmidt?

>> Police?

I do not know police. I know newspaper.

This newspaper

for 31 years I know this paper. I come

to America. I wish to be good citizen.

How to do this? From newspaper. It shows

me how to read and write.

My Bessie dies. You do not say bad

things of her. You do not show bad

pictures of her.

You try to find

who hurt my best.

Good. I help. I think what to do. I go

on subway. I ride all day. I think I

come.

By doing this, you may be in danger like

your son.

>> You're not afraid.

Your paper's not afraid.

I am not afraid.

>> Hello, Mrs. Hutcherson. Or is it Mrs.

Schaefer now?

>> Where is he?

>> In the press room.

>> Has he lost the paper yet?

>> Yes.

>> What's he going to do?

Get out the last edition and it ought to

be quite a paper.

>> But then what?

>> Look for another job, I guess. Is it

Mrs. Schaefer?

>> Hello, Alec.

>> This is it, huh?

>> Yeah. Looks like the last one.

Come

on, Mr. Hunter.

>> Yes.

Who?

>> Put the call through.

Hutcherson.

>> Hello, baby.

>> How am I feeling?

I hear Mrs. Schmidt coming in to see

you. That's right. That's right.

There's some loose cash here belongs to

you. $200,000 worth.

Uh-huh. And there's something else, too.

What diary?

Who's going to believe what a little

writes to herself? Wait a minute.

Don't hang up. Here's some advice for

you, friend. Don't press your luck. Lay

off of me. Don't print that story.

>> What's that supposed to be? An order?

>> If not tonight, then tomorrow, maybe

next week, maybe next year, but sooner

or later, you'll catch it. Listen to me.

Print that story. You're a dead man.

>> It's not just me anymore.

You'd have to stop every newspaper in

the country now. And you're not big

enough for that job. People like you've

tried it before with bullets, prison,

censorship. But as long as even one

newspaper will print the truth, you're

finished.

>> Don't give me that fancy double talk. I

want an answer. Yes or no.

Yes or no?

Hey,

Hutcherson, that noise. What's that

racket?

>> That's the press, baby. The press. And

there's nothing you can do about it.

Nothing.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.