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Yo, man, we outta here.

See you later.

BOY: See you later.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(CHUCKLING)

That ain't a party, man.

Yeah, that party
tonight's gonna be slamming.

Yo, what you wearing?
I don't know.

Better look good tonight,
you know what I'm saying?

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

That music is dead, yo.

Those guys sleeping
or something?

Elevator music'll knock you out.
Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Hey, man, I wouldn't
be caught sleeping here,
not this time of night.

Shh! Not around here.

Think we should
wake them up, or what?

(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)

Shit, man!
Shit!

The fuck's going on, man?

Don't touch it!

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

No, wait!
Come on, man. Run!

ANNOUNCER: (ON RADIO) All news,
all the time. This is WINS.

You give us 22 minutes,
we'll give you the world.

MALE NEWSREADER: It's already
83 degrees in Central Park,

working its way up to
a downtown high of 95.

At the top of the news
this morning,

racial
tensions flare again,

this time in Williamsburg,

where two white,
out-of-town businessmen

were gunned down
outside a restaurant,

a racial slur
spray-painted on their car,

in apparent retaliation
for the murder

of a black youth
last week in Greenpoint.

Police are said to be
searching for two suspects.

Keep your radio tuned
to 1010 WINS for updates.

1010 WINS, all news,

news whenever you need it,

because your whole world
can change in 24 hours.

WINS news time, 7:00.

(TICKING)

(RINGING)

(STOPS RINGING)

(SNIFFS)

MARTHA: Nice pajamas, Henry.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(SIGHS)

Mad at me?

(SCOFFS)
Why should I be mad?

Guy gets home from work
at 4:00 in the morning.

Why would that make
anyone mad?

Scale of one to 10.

4:00 a.m. in the morning!
(CLATTERING)

That was about a seven.

(TV)Japanese automakers
insist there's no way out...

Why don't you just pour battery
acid down your throat, Henry?

No caffeine.

Well, Daily News kind of kicked
your butt today, didn't it?

"Welcome to New York,
you're dead."

Ah, they got that?
Mmm-hmm.

How'd they get that? That
happened out in Brooklyn
at midnight.

I can't believe this.

Did Newsday...
I don't wanna...

Did they... Did Newsday?
Don't show me.

They got it. I don't
wanna see the Post.

What do you guys have today? Oh!
"No parking except for me."

Really, Henry.
McDougal's gotta go after

the poor parking
commissioner again?

Good shot, though,
isn't it?

Oh! (CHUCKLING)

That's great art!

Look at that! Sandusky
double-parked in front of
his office.

Hon! Look!
You're missing it.

Parking commissioner of the
whole city, double-parked,
no ticket.

And as a New Yorker
this doesn't enrage you?

Sweetie, it's horseshit!

I know it's horseshit!

We tried to get
the damn Brooklyn thing,

but Wilder won't answer
his beeper.

He's up there
jerking off or something.

(SNEEZES) Oh! Oh.

You okay?

You never really appreciate
bladder control until it's gone.

Oh, boy.

(MARTHA SIGHS)

Sorry, hon.

Ooh, look at that
Sentinel headline.

See? This kind of stuff
is just shameless.

"Nepal premier won't
resign." That is, uh...

They're just trying
to sell newspapers.

That's sensationalism, Marty,
and I won't be a party to it.

I miss everybody.

Say hi to everybody
for me.

Everybody except Alicia.
Who else do I hate?

You're not gonna go nuts
again today, are you, hon?

No, no, no, no, no.
That was a one-time thing.

I've got
a million projects.

I never even get to finish
a book when I'm reporting.

Or the baby's room. I really
want to get to that dresser.

Yeah. I gotta go.

Now, if you weren't making a
sacrifice, too, that would
be different.

That would be
a lot different.

I know.
You gonna call me later?

Wear a tie
for the interview.

And promise me you won't
torpedo it on purpose, okay?

Why would I torpedo it?

Henry, you know those days that
can change your whole life?

This is one of them
for us.

For good or bad,

it can happen
either way today.

So, you know,
don't blow it.

(CHUCKLES) I'm not...

I gotta go to work.

(CROWD CLAMORING)

WOMAN 1:
You're not taking my car!

MAN 1: You parking fascist!

You tell Sandusky we're not
gonna take it anymore!

MAN 2: Goddamn parking cop!

WOMAN 2:
Towed my car three times.

MAN 3: Yeah, I know.
That's brutality.

Henry? Henry, I gotta...
Can we...

Morning, Phil.

(ON RADIO)Is it
just me, or are our lives
becoming a nightmare?

What have you
got for me, Henry?

Donald Trump jumped off
a building, landed right
on Madonna.

And then they all went
to Elaine's.

This guy's sticking
with that story, huh?

Yeah. He's a real yo-yo.

MAN:
There's already another...

Hey, Lou. How you doing?
How you feeling?

How am I doing? You wanna
see the bruise on my leg?

Aw, you'll be fine.

Hey, Wilder,
you really did do...

This is nice.

What's the plural
of "ultimatum"?

MAN: Yes, yes. I don't know
what happened last night.

Don't complain. They already
called the air-conditioning guy.

Alicia wants to see you
before the staff meeting.

She's the managing
editor, Henry.

"Ultimatums"
or "ultimata"?

Both.
JANET: She's not going away.

HENRY: Smart guys
say "ultimate."

We're gonna go
with "ultimatums."

HENRY: (SINGING) You say
ultimata, I say ultimatum

HENRY: Hey, uh, what's
the matter with Phil?

Looks like he sat
on something sharp.

Well, you told him he could
have Richard's old desk, right?

Right. And now you
promised it to Carmen.

Are you completely psychotic?
Well, I have episodes.

Nothing serious.

JANET: Phil is still pissed
you wouldn't approve

his $600
orthopedic chair.

And now, with this desk thing?
(PHONE RINGING)

He's convinced
it's a conspiracy

to prevent him
from sitting down.

Hackett. Hello.

Henry, it's Alicia.

Oh, hi. Alicia. Alicia?

(Phone) Listen, I want
to see you in my office...

Alicia, is that you?

- Because I'm having a hard time
hearing you.
- Henry? Henry?

Are you in the tunnel
or something?

I can hear you
perfectly fine.

- Yeah, there's a lot of static.
- Henry? Hello?

- I can't... I'm losing you.
- Henry!

- Henry? Henry!
- Are you in the tunnel?

I can't... Can you?

- We can't hear you.
- Henry? Hello?

Hey! Okay, hey,
you know, call...

We'll see you when you get
in, okay?-Hello? Hello?

Okay, all right.
Okay. All right.

I love car phones.

(RUMBLING)
(DISTORTED BEEPING)

What, are the presses
running?

Yeah, Sunday travel section.
Here, sign these.

Tell me what
you want to do about Phil.

Who's that?

That's McDougal.

What the hell's he doing?

Sleeping.

He says he can't go home.
Somebody wants to kill him.

Hey, Mac!

Mac!

(GRUNTS)

- HENRY: Who's trying to
kill you now?
- Sandusky.

The parking guy? Over a
couple of lousy columns?

My columns aren't lousy.

Geez, give it up,
would you?

Man, can't you get it out
of your system?

So they towed your car. They
scratched it up a little.

Hey. $6,000.

$6,000 damage to
a vintage automobile.

Okay, you're ranting
now, babe.

I bust my ass to find something
fresh, and when I get it,

I bang it like a cheap drum.
People love this shit.

You should read my mail.

Hey, turn that scanner down,
will you?

How in the hell you supposed
to sleep around here?

Gee, gee,
what are these?

Oh, subway wreck, West
Fourth Street this morning.

Did you find the one with the...
Is that an arm?

Oh, yeah, you found it.

Aw, you know, don't put these on
my desk in the morning, okay?

Not until I've had
three Cokes, okay?

Morning, Kathy.
Hey, Henry. Henry?

Three Cokes, then a picture.
That's the rule. What?

You know what's going on in
Fort Greene? (PHONE RINGING)

Two dozen cops hassling anybody
with a black face and a record

on this Williamsburg
murder thing.

If there's gonna be a riot,
which I think there is,

then we should have
somebody there.

Unless, of course,
you wanna get stomped

two days in a row
on the same story.

(CHUCKLES) "Get stomped
two days." That's funny.

Doesn't anybody say
"good morning" anymore?

I don't think so.

Williamsburg, huh?

Uh-huh.

That's, uh... That's Wilder's
territory, isn't it?

What, are you
trying to bigfoot him?

Wilder? Oh, yeah, he really
aced it last night, huh?

Come on, Henry.
I know this neighborhood...

Okay, forget the desk.

She can have the desk.

But give me the chair,
for Christ's sakes.

Phil, I was talking
to somebody.

I can hardly
stand up straight, Henry.

Okay, you know what? Go do that.
That's a good idea.

And I'll handle Wilder. Don't
worry about it. Thank you!

What are you guys
gonna do to Wilder?

Nothing. We're not doing
anything to Wilder. Come on.

Look, Henry, you don't
know what's it's like to
live in pain.

It does things to you.
It... Ow! It changes you.

I'm sure it does, Phil.

I wanna talk to you
about those changes, okay?

Rub some...

Look... Keep all the bullshit
away from me today, okay?

Because I've got
a really big decision

I have to make,
and I just...

I just need some time
to think about this.

What? About the job
at the Sentinel?

How do you know about the
job at the Sentinel?

Bernie told me.

Bernie knows? Aw, man.

It's a newsroom, Henry.

I know it's none of
my business,

but do you really wanna
count pencils uptown?

Is that you?

Boy, sometimes you can
just smell

a horrendously shitty day
on the way, can't you?

Just don't chop the living
shit out of this one

like you did
with the nun thing.

Look, it's early.
Let me look at it.

I really like this...

Hey, this jerk on the phone
wants a correction on the
quake story.

You have an early proof
from yesterday?

MAN: Oh, come on. Why don't
you say that every morning?

Hey, Bernie.
I hate columnists!

Why do I have
all these columnists?

I got political columnists,
guest columnists,

celebrity columnists.

The only thing I don't have
is a dead columnist.

(SIGHS) Ooh. And that's the
kind I could really use.

Right. Hey, listen...

We reek
of opinions, Henry.

You know what every columnist
at this paper needs to do

is to shut the fuck up.

(CHUCKLES)
I'm serious.

Listen, can I talk to you for
a second? Because I know...

If you don't mind walking.

(SIGHS) I gotta walk
before I die.

Why? What's the matter?

You don't wanna know.

Well, sure I do.
No, you don't.

Bernie, if I said, "What's the
matter?" I'm listening, so...

All right, all right.

I got a prostate
the size of a bagel.

Oh.

You still coming?

HENRY: Look, Bernie. I know
you know about the Sentinel
interview.

It's an assistant
managing editor thing.

You know, it's really
more sideways than up.

You know.

You can jump in here
anytime, by the way.

What are you
looking for here, Henry?

You want me to make it easy for
you to go to another paper?

You want a ride uptown?
What do you want?

You want me to wait outside
and think positive thoughts?

That's not my job.

My job is to keep
your ass downstairs.

Well, what am I supposed
to do?

You tell me, huh? I don't know.
I don't know.

It's 9:00 to 5:00. It's more
money. It's less hours.

Martha, you know, we're
having the baby, and she
gave up her job.

So, it's for her,
that's what you mean.

Well, you know, not just
for her. It's for me, too.

Bernie, you've got kids. How'd
you keep doing the job?

Don't ask marital advice
from a guy with two ex-wives

and a daughter
that won't speak to him.

The problem
with being my age is,

everybody thinks
you're a father figure,

but you're really just the
same asshole you always were.

You do have a problem, Henry,
but it's your problem.

Thanks, Bernie.
Been a big help.

CHILDREN: (SINGING) Teddy
bear, teddy bear, turn around

WOMAN: Daryll!

How you doing? Come on in.
Hey, hi.

Make sure she put on those
sneakers, you hear me?

Yeah.
Daryll.

Yo, Daryll.
Yo, man, check this out.

I don't wanna put...

You gotta wear them,
all right?

What do you think's
gonna happen?

What does it say?

Nothing.

Damn.

...for the parachute.

(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?

Henry? Why aren't you
at your interview?

Well, hon, it's not
for another two hours.

Hey, what's up?
Janet told me you called.

Tell him to do it over.
(SCOFFS) He'll love that.

What's up, honey? You okay?
I mean, do you need anything?

Not right away, I mean.

Tell me
what's going on there.

Tell me everything.
Leave nothing out.

Oh, you know.
Usual delights.

Uh, honey? Can you... Can
you tell me what you need?

Because I got this
meeting with Alicia...

Don't take any crap
from her, okay?

Okay. I won't.

Now, have you got anything?
Last chance. Anything at all.

Water bed!
WOMAN: (ON TV) Water bed.

Okay, honey. Phone's
slipping out of my hand.

No, no, no, wait.
Stop, stop, stop.

Okay, here it goes.

No, no, no! I'll remember, I'll...
Henry! I'll remember!

Okay. You call me
when you got it, all right?

Okay. Goodbye. I love you.

She's nuts.

Alicia Clark.

(SIGHS)

Give me a break.

WOMAN: Oh, my God.

Fred, would you let him
use your phone?

They stole his radio. MAN:
Isn't that the parking cop?

McDougal has got
to be stopped.

So how long do you think this
is... Couple, three hours.

Three hours? Geez.
Hey, it takes time, chief.

Hi. How was your meeting?
Oh, it was great, great.

Listen, do you have
last month's phone bill?

Oh, great. I want to
talk to Henry first thing.

Okay. Uh, your
decorator called.

She said the kind of wood
that Bruno picked out for
the chair rail

was not included in
the guaranteed price,

and you're gonna have to
approve another $600.

Oh, unbelievable. Every time
the phone rings it's $600.

Also, Robert De Niro's
office called.

Oh. Bobby called?

Well, his office.

And said there are
two seats left

at his table tonight
for the benefit.

Oh, no kidding.

Yeah. So if you want them,
it's gonna be $500 a plate.

Listen, tell them
that we'd love to be

Mr. De Niro's guests.
Hit "guests."

If they mention the 500 again...
You son of a bitch.

You promised me, Henry.

For God's sakes, Alicia.

We're not gonna ask some
news reporter to wait
until after 5:00

to make
out-of-state phone calls.

It's ridiculous.
I'm not gonna do it.

Okay, let's let them make
free phone sex calls, too.

What, you mean
as a kind of bonus?

That's not a bad idea.
We can start with Phil here.

Start what with me?

You think my job's easy? You
think it's fun firing people?

Firing people? Is that what
you're gonna start with me?
Is it?

Aw, Jesus, Bernie.
Come on with the smoke.

You know the doctor found
nicotine in my urine again?

Then keep your dick
out of my ashtray.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Oh, that's very funny,
very funny.

So...

Two days after a black kid
is killed in a neighboring
community,

two white businessmen named,
what... What are their names?

Hanson and MacGregor get shot up

with racial epithets
written on their car.

Now, in response, The New
York Sun decides to run

a parking story.

I...

Keighley called me
at 7:00 this morning.

Yeah. I bet he did.

(SNEEZES)
MAN: Bless you.

Joe, will you please
cover your mouth?

Metro. I assume we're
all over the subway?

Three pieces.

A tick-tock, list of injured,
search for heroes,

standard transportation
wreck stuff.

We got any art?

Yeah, Eddie picked up some nice
spaghetti shots on this one.

Love the severed arm shot.

What about the motorman?
They find him yet?

Yeah, they found him
drunker than a skunk
in his neighborhood bar.

Oh, God. He derails his train
and steps over bodies to have
a few beers?

What do you do after
you step over bodies?

I have a cigarette
and go to sleep.

(ALL LAUGHING)
Okay.

HENRY: Here you go. We got
an above-average bank
robbery in the Bronx.

MAN: That's good.

An exploding hand
grenade in Hoboken?

What about something fun? Don't
we have anything fun today?

Nazis marching in New Jersey.
There you go.

Oh, yeah. Nazis are
a barrel of laughs.

Features.
Oh. All right.

Uh, we got Alison's profile
of a teenage hit man.

Uh, we got Grace
finally done with that

Hollywood, uh,
who's-banging-who chart.

And part three in our continuing
saga on penile implants.

(MEN EXCLAIMING)

(LAUGHTER)

Yeah, by the way, can we
possibly get another
dick drawing?

(ALL LAUGHING)

It looks like
a map of Florida.

(LAUGHING)

It also looks like,
I think,

the fifth at, uh, Shinnecock
Country Club, doesn't it?
Right out here.

And I would play over the water,
by the way, as a suggestion.

All right, all right,
all right. Business.

Okay, Dow's up.

Trade figures came out at 8:00.
Nothing shocking.

But I'm telling you,
I'm sitting on Watergate

out there on Staten Island.

With the zoning commission
thing. Listen! (ALL CLAMORING)

MAN: Jerry!

If you guys could just give me a
couple of city-side reporters...

BERNIE: Wait, wait, wait.

How's it possible that you
always have Watergate somewhere?

Listen, I'm... Piss off,
Carl, I mean it this time.

I got a quote from the
commission chairman's ex-wife,

and she's
plenty ready to talk.

His ex-wife?

His first ex-wife.

ALL: Oh!

Oh, there's a reliable source.
Yeah. Foreign.

Terrorists blew up a restaurant
in Paris, killing five.

None from New York.

Ferry boat capsized in the
Philippines, drowning 300.

None from New York.

There was a violent
coup in Bahrain...

ALL: None from New York.

Witnessed! Witnessed by two
people from Long Island.

All right!
Yes!

That's close enough.

Oh! Henry, this might
interest you. What's that?

The mother whale in the
Ukraine had triplets.

ALL: Aw!

She told me she was on the
pill, for God's sake.

(ALL LAUGHING)
(COUGHING HEAVILY)

(COUGHING CONTINUES)

Ah!

(CONTINUES COUGHING)

BERNIE: Excuse me.

(COUGHING)

I get any on you?
(LAUGHTER)

ALICIA:
Thanks for asking, Bernie.

BERNIE: Okay. All right.

So, page one, subway sounds
like our wood, right?

Yeah.
We got great art.

WOMAN: I think it's definitely
the subway. (SNEEZES)

I don't think so. I don't
think so. Uh-uh. You know?

TV's gonna be all over it.
They already are.

It's a minor derailment,
first of all...

And Carmen has got great
day-two stuff on the
Williamsburg murders.

If they make a bust, we
have to follow up on that.

The subway's
a major story.

Nobody died.
HENRY: Bullshit.

Somebody got maimed.

Yeah, that helps.

Minor derailment.

All I'm saying is,
people got maimed,

and we have pictures of it.

MAN: Let's go with it.
Damn it!

So we fucked up yesterday.

What do you
wanna tuck our tail

between our legs
and just take it for,

do what
everybody else does?

Let's stand alone.
Let's make up for it.

We're a commuter paper.
People want the subway.

What are you, market
research all of a sudden?

Not everything
is about money.

It is when you almost fold
every six months.

Bullshit.

Come on, come on. You two can
slug it out at the 3:00.

Let's wrap it up early,
all right?

Because Henry has an
interview at the Sentinel.

(LAUGHING)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Henry!
Thank you.

MAN 1: Hey.
WOMAN: Congratulations.

MAN 2: Excuse us.

At least steal us a little
something, will you?

What do you guys want?
Tote bag?

That'd be nice.

Let me take some orders.

Phil? Chair?
That's not funny.

MAN: Hello,
my name is George Russell.

I'm a reporter at
The New York Sentinel.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHS)

Hi. I'm supposed to meet
Paul Bladden right about now.

Map.

So, I've been reading The
Sun these past few weeks.

Find it exciting.

We're thinking of letting
our hair down a little
bit around here.

Squeeze in some coverage
of the outer boroughs.

Nothing new for you, of
course, but for us, well...

We're the Sentinel.
We cover the world.

Right, right.
So I've heard.

Look, I won't dick around
with you.

I talked with Vince
last night.

He's gonna go
with my recommendation.

So, congratulations. The job
is yours if you want it.

Thank... Hey. Uh...

Well, you don't look
all that pleased.

No. You know, I'm gonna
have to think about that,
because I haven't really...

I have to talk to my wife.
You understand.

Oh, yes, of course.

But I would like a decision
first thing in the morning.

Okay.
And don't disappoint me.

I think you're a serious
newspaperman, Henry.

Thank you.

No, I mean it.

You guys have got a cute
little paper going down there,

and sometimes you really
pull one out.

(STUTTERS) Thanks. It is...
It is a cute paper.

Kind of missed the boat on that
one last night, though. (LAUGHS)

Yeah, well...

You know, I want to tell you,
before I came over to this job,

I hardly had any administrative,
uh, experience at all.

I had, uh, very minimal
executive skills...

Excuse me,
you know, I'm curious.

For instance,
what would our, uh...

Your, you know,
Metro lead be tomorrow?

Henry, you don't
work here yet.

Oh, you're right.

(CHUCKLES) You're right.
Sorry.

As I was saying
about this book,

um, I think
it's something that you...

You know what I'd go with?
Subway. Don't you think?

...would find enjoyable.

You know, though, that
Williamsburg thing is
pretty interesting.

That's pretty tempting.
Henry...

You guys
got anything on that?

Henry.

You do, don't you?

It's funny, you can
always tell, you know,

one newspaperman
to another...

You can just tell there's
something. What have you got?

What do you guys
got on that? Come on.

They make a bust? No, I'd
know if they made a bust.

What are you guys
sitting on?

Let's just say that our
coverage will be comprehensive.

Gotcha.

Comprehensive. I understand.

Anyway, I'd love
to borrow it.

What?

The book.

Ah! The book.
I got it right here.

(DRAWER CLOSING)

Nice, nice, nice.

Yes, enjoy.
I will.

And, hey, thanks. You've, uh...
You've been a big help.

DOCTOR: Now, don't overreact.

If we go after it early before
it metastasizes to a bone,

the majority of these prostate
cancer cases are beatable.

Go after it how?

Irradiation therapy.

Well, that's fantastic.
I mean, that's wonderful,

because as it turns out,
that's exactly

the portion of my anatomy
I'd like to see

exposed to, uh, radiation.

Um, you'll have to take an
hour or two off work for
each treatment,

and we should start right away.
How's next Monday?

To burn a hole
in my ass?

Sounds good. Then I
still have the weekend.

Could you possibly be any
more humorless about this?

I don't believe so,
uh, no.

There is growing
apprehension here

at Kennedy among
arriving tourists.

Sir, can you tell me,
do the possible

racial overtones
of what happened

in Williamsburg make you think
twice about visiting New York?

My brother
canceled his trip.

Ooh! Big scoop
from the TV guys.

Pinhead's brother
cancels trip.

RAY: Does she think
I can afford that?

No, no, no. Come on.
It's hardly Watergate.

Your source is the man's
ex-wife, for God's sake.

Yeah, well, you try selling
it at a staff meeting.

I just had the shit
kicked out of me.

BERNIE: Deanne White, please.

Yeah, Bernard White. Just tell
her that it's her father.

Yeah. Thank you.

Yeah.

Oh, uh, okay, okay.

No, I understand. I understand.
It's just that, uh...

Do you happen to know
if she's free for lunch?

I know it's kind of
short notice, but, uh...

Or dinner,
or whatever, you know.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Well, uh, it was just
a shot, you know.

(COUGHING)

Just a shot.

You'll tell her
that I called?

Thank you very much.

Stupid fucking thing
to do.

SUSAN: Actually, the first
six weeks is no problem.

The first six weeks
you're so exhausted

and you're consumed by
these incredibly
tedious domestic tasks,

you have no time
to get depressed.

(CHUCKLES) Oh!

And after that, you have
all the time in the world.

I have tons of projects.
Oh, you do?

Like what? Like
reading, for one.

With a kid?

(LAUGHING)

No. I had projects.

All the things that I wanted
to do but never had the time?

You know what my hobby
turned out to be?

Living Bob's life.
I hung on his every word.

I'll only be off the paper for
six months. I'm going back.

That's what I said, too,
seven years ago.

Oh, maybe I'm just
being a bitch.

No, you're probably
just having a bad day.

You didn't... You didn't
drive into town, did you?

I shouldn't be
doing this to you.

It's all...
It's all manageable.

The physical pain, the loss
of adult contact, less
money coming in,

feeling worthless
around people who work...

All the crap.

You can't even remember it
the first time you look
at your new baby.

But?

But he gets the baby, too,
and he didn't have to...

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Fact of the matter is,

once you have kids, a man's best
work can still be ahead of him.

But a woman's is very
definitely in the past.

I am so glad
you called me today.

Me, too.

CARL: You know, Alicia,
your husband's right.

You should listen to him.

Age has nothing
to do with it.

If anybody pushes their skin
together, it bunches up.

That's why
it's called skin.

Yeah, but it's the way
it bunches.

Your skin is the central
preoccupation of my life.

How much did this room cost?
I can't afford this.

I've got financial problems that
make Russia look well-managed.

(SIGHS)

This was the last time, Carl.
I mean, you know...

Really absolutely the last time.
Okay.

Yeah, but what about
next time?

God, I gotta
get back to work.

(MAN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

COMMENTATOR: Boy, he had to go
far into the hole for that one!

OFFICER 1: Police! Freeze!
OFFICER 2: Get down!

BOY: What's going on?
Nobody move!

OFFICER: Shut the fuck up!
Hey, what are you doing?

Let me see your hands!

I'm gonna blow your
motherfucking head off!

Get down now!

Move it! Move it!

We didn't do it!
We were just walking by, man!

You're under arrest. You have
the right to remain silent.

We didn't... (GROANS) You have
the right to an attorney...

BOY: We just passed by!
We were just walking by!

What are you doing? (GROANS)
We didn't do anything!

OFFICER 1: You understand that?
BOY: Look, we didn't do...

OFFICER 2: Shut up!
OFFICER 1: You understand?

MAN: So the dog
was chasing the man,

and the woman got hit
with a shovel?

For God's sakes, Alicia,
you're the managing editor

of the sixth-largest paper
in the country. Now you...

All I want is to be
fairly compensated.

No, no, you can't come in
here every six months...

I have other offers. Don't make
me bring up the other offers.

Does this
have to be today?

Do we have to
do this today?

I have pressures, Bernie.

Real pressures.

Oh, I see.
Pressures. Okay.

I know you loved
running Features.

I know Keighley
shoved you into

this overwhelming administrative
job you didn't want.

(SIGHS) Yeah. I never knew how
isolating it was gonna be.

I mean, there are not
exactly a lot of laughs
around my office these days.

Well, you're
in management now.

If everybody loved you, you'd
be doing something wrong.

Yeah, yeah.

But the fact is,

I think you're working
miracles with the job.

Exactly.

I have 300 people
doing the work

they need 750 for
over at Newsday.

I know. Thank you.

But there's no more money
for you. There just isn't.

Alicia, there's a ceiling
in this business

and you're hitting
your head on it.

Okay. Fine.

My contract's up
in 18 months.

I'd like permission
to start interviewing now.

You leave me no choice. That
contract leaves me no choice.

I hope you'll pardon me
saying this, and I know
I'm no one to talk,

but the problem isn't
with your contract, okay?

It really isn't. No way.
No, no, no, no, no.

All right, look. Let me tell you
a story. Sit down. Sit down.

Oh, Bernie... No, sit down.
Won't take long.

Very interesting.

All right?
Now, all right.

In '68, a bunch of us that
were covering the Olympics
in Grenoble

decided to go to the
best restaurant in town.

Now, the menu didn't
have any prices,

but we were on
an expense account,

so we just figured,
"Fuck it," got drunk.

Well... (SIGHS)

Somehow there ended up
being, I don't know,

15 or 20 of us at the table,
and when the check came...

Whoo, it was $9,000.

Geez!

Yeah. Exactly.

So now we're all starting
to point fingers.

We're trying to remember
who invited who.

We're talking about
going to Western Union
to get money cabled.

And just when it was getting
really embarrassing,

this funny-looking old guy
at the next table called the
maître d' over.

Old guy. He drew a couple of
squiggly lines on a napkin,

signed his name, winked
at us, and that was that.

The old guy
was Pablo Picasso

and that napkin
paid our bill.

(CHUCKING)

Well, I'm not sure I caught
the segue here, Bernie.

Well, I mean,
the people we cover...

We move in their world,
but it is their world.

You can't live like them,
Alicia. You'll never keep up.

Now if you try to make
this job about the money,

you'll be nothing
but miserable,

because we don't get
the money.

Never have, never will.

So what can I say?
Talk to Bruno

about the, what, decoration,
renovation, whatever.

Ask him to be reasonable. Your
husband's a reasonable guy.

Or give up the nights in town
Bruno doesn't know about.

What?

It won't lead
anywhere good.

Believe me, I know
what I'm talking about.

(CHUCKLING) I know
what I'm talking about.

Okay.

(SCOFFS)

I'm gonna see Keighley
tonight at the benefit.

It's obvious that
I'm gonna have to

take this up
with him directly.

You go over my head
on this,

you'll only make it worse
for yourself, believe me.

(SCOFFS)

McDougal. What,
are you still sleeping?

MCDOUGAL:
I went out for lunch.

Get up.

I need a favor.

Oh, what time is it?

Eh, five after 3:00.

Come on. I need you
to do me a favor here.

You remember a...
What is that, a gun?

I told you.
Sandusky's after me.

When did you get
so paranoid?

When they started
plotting against me.

Henry! I've gotta talk to
you right away.

McDougal, how are you?

Why?

3:07!

Henry, I've got to know about
that interview right now.

Can it wait, hon?
Because I've got the 3:00.

No, it cannot wait. This is our
marriage here, Henry, okay?

What are you talking about? You
walked in three seconds ago.

When did, whatever it is,
escalate to our marriage?

Over lunch. You should have been
there. Very enlightening.

I've seen my future, Henry.
I'm a bitter, nasty broad

who can suck down a whole bottle
of wine in a single gulp.

Oh, honey, I... Just give
me a second here, okay?

Hey, do you remember
Sedona Savings and Loan?

They went under about six months
ago. We did a big piece on them.

I don't read this newspaper.

Well, take my word for it.

We did a piece on it, okay?

Henry, if you got the other
job, maybe I have a prayer.

Yeah. Wait a second, hon.

Do you still have that
friend down at the Justice
Department, Mac?

Sure, but he hates me now.

At least you'll be around to
refill my Prozac prescriptions.

Wait. Do you think you can get a
list of investors out of him?

'Cause I will need
to be medicated.

Marty, please.
Heavily.

You know,
a bunch of major investors.

Guys who lost
the most money in New York.

You know, Brooklyn, maybe.
CARMEN: Henry...

They made a bust
in Brooklyn.

In Williamsburg. Two black kids.
One 17, one 19.

One of them did six months
for felonious assault.

But I'm telling you,
they look like babies.

This is
a very poignant story.

Marty, how are you? I
thought you were on leave.

Hi.
MCDOUGAL: Bust is no good.

HENRY: What?

The bust is no good.
Can we please talk alone?

How do you know
the bust is no good?

I heard it on your scanner.

It was subtle,
but I know what I heard.

Bunch of beat cops
were talking about it.

Then the dispatcher came on
and told them to shut up.

But not before they said
they think this bust is
totally cosmetic.

CARMEN: Yeah? Well, whether
it is or it is not,

they're still
gonna walk them at 7:30

and we need art, and please,
don't send Robin.

She's too green. If things
get rough, she's gonna miss
the shot...

There she is, the Puerto
Rican poacher herself.

Who the hell told you to cover
Williamsburg, sweetheart?

Why don't you just
calm down, Wilder, huh?

Henry, you told me
you'd handle him.

Hey, let Marty talk
to her husband.

"Handle him"?
All of a sudden you become

40 years old
around this newspaper,

you have to be
handled, Henry?

CARMEN: Well,
if you'd answer your beeper

one, two times a week, maybe
you'd know what was going on.

WILDER: Oh,
answer this one or two times.

Hey, you know what?

Williamsburg is turning
into our lead.

We could actually
wood on this.

Ooh, this is good. This is good.
I want you both on this one.

Okay, good, good. You got the
cops, I get the poignant shit.

I bought it! Why does she
get the poignant shit?

Bought the goddamn chair!

This is the last straw, Henry,
for Christ's sakes!

"The last straw." What exactly
were the previous straws?

Now it's your problem, Henry!

Hey, let Marty talk
to her husband.

Michael, I want you to go,
I want you to call the cops.

I want you to find out
if the bust is good.

I need to know
for the 3:00. 3:00.

What the hell's
the matter with you people?

3:09!

Who the hell
took my stapler?

I've been here a hell of a lot
longer than she's been here.

For that matter, I've been
here a lot longer than you...

Oh, for God's sake.
You wanna cover Brooklyn?

Then cover Brooklyn. But let me
tell you a little something.

You can't cover it from a
bar stool in Manhattan.

WILDER: You see? That's the
stuff I'm talking about.

(INDISTINCT ARGUING)

Just call the cops.

Henry, I better see
the $600 in my paycheck!

I can't think about this now.
Let me...

From day one she's been
pulling the same shit, Henry.

(SNEEZES)

HENRY: Don't say that.

WILDER: Sit at a bar.
This is a bunch of bullshit.

I'm waiting!
(ARGUING CONTINUES)

(GUNSHOT)

Christ!

MAN: What was that?

Let Marty talk
to her husband.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

Please.

Yeah. Cops.

Maybe I can type up some fucking
weather reports, huh, Henry,

while I'm at it, too.

HENRY: Just call the cops.
WILDER: Just call the cops.

You two take your time.

I'm on the Sedona thing.

God! I miss this place.

Vinnie. Can you bring
your creamy little friend

along with you and join us?

This heat is killing us. We got
guys flying off the handle.

When are we gonna be done here?
Yeah, yeah.

Couple, three hours,
you'll see your breath.

(PHONE RINGING)

Honey, I've got like 64 seconds.
What's wrong?

MAN: Nah, that's...
Well...

Why don't you let me
go to Justice for you?

I got a much better contact
than McDougal does.

'Cause you're on leave.

Okay. I'll go anyway.

So, how was
the interview?

Did he offer you
the job?

Not... Yes.
You got any change?

"Not, yes"?

What does
"not, yes" mean?

It means,
he offered me the job,

but I said I'd have to
think about it.

A dime will do it.
You have thought about it.

I'd like to think
some more.

Why?

'Cause I have until tomorrow
morning, I'd like to think,

and that's the end
of the conversation.

Geez.
Oof! You wish.

Anybody hear a gunshot? Hey!

A gunshot? Yeah, that was
down at Alicia's office.

Vic. I don't know what...

Watch this. This is
gonna be, uh... (SCOFFS)

It's empty-

BERNIE: Anybody around here
respect a deadline anymore?

MAN 1: Terrible system.
Screwed up.

MARTHA: Okay, tell me this. Have
you ruled the Sentinel out?

Please, don't be
a reporter, okay?

Don't worry.
I'm not anymore.

Let me give you
a hypothetical.

Can it be
a short hypothetical?

You're a professional tennis
player. You love tennis,

but you wreck your knee,

and you can't play tennis again.
Uh-huh.

Your doubles partner, however,
goes on and wins Wimbledon.

How do you feel?

Wins Wimbledon? Happy as hell.
Couldn't be happier.

Oh, bullshit.
You hate him.

Do not. I don't wanna
hate you, Henry.

Henry, they're doing it now.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Coming.

I... I gotta go do this.

Okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll see you
at dinner tonight.

8:30, Gus's Place.

Your parents. Please,
don't be late. Please.

Marty, am I ever late?

It's not funny.

It's a little bit funny.

Hey, see you. Give me a kiss.
See you.

Goodbye. Hmm?

That's it?

See you.
Okay.

"Deadline. A date or time before
which something must be done."

Sorry.
Henry...

It's a damn
Marx Brothers movie

every time I set foot
in my office.

One of our security guys
actually tried to frisk me.

ALL: Oh.
We're having drinks later.

(LAUGHTER)

What the hell
was that gunshot?

MAN 1: McDougal.

BERNIE: Is he dead?
MAN 1: I wish.

MAN 2: McDougal's insane.

MAN 3: The man is certifiable.

BERNIE: Okay, before we go
through the schedule,

we still in love with
the subway for page one?

MAN 1: Yeah.
No, no, no, no.

Subway's ancient history.
They made a bust in the
Williamsburg shooting.

MAN 1: Really? Cool. Two
black kids at Fort Greene.

One of them has a record.

MAN 2: Everybody has a record.
We have any art yet?

No.

So we'll get them
at the perp walk.

What's the wood?

Uh, okay.

Something simple.

"Caught."
Something like that.

"Caught"?

It's so boring.

How 'bout something like,
uh, "Gotcha"?

WOMAN: There you go.
Okay, great.

MAN: I love it.
"Gotcha" with a slammer.

Oh, yeah. God forbid
this paper ever runs anything

without an exclamation mark.

Hold on a minute, hold on a
minute, hold on a minute.

Hold it.

It's not that clear cut.

McDougal heard on
the police scanner

even the two arresting cops
think this bust is bullshit.

Now, let's think
about this a minute.

Doesn't that set
anybody's alarm bells off?

Yeah.

Yeah, it... It could be
like when everyone thought
the Westies, uh...

The union guy.
The union guy. Exactly.

Did you get anything
officially from the cops?

Uh, I am, uh,
working on that.

The other thing is,
these deed guys

were not your
ordinary businessmen.

They were on the board
of Sedona Savings and Loan,

and they lost a lot of money,
millions of somebody's money,

and the Feds are looking
into that right now. So...

Where did you get this? Huh?

The, uh... This?

I stole it off Bladden's
desk at the Sentinel.

(ALL LAUGHING)
MAN: I can't believe it!

What? You stole it?

Jesus, Henry, I was kidding.

Well, you know,
they called us cute,

and I was right there, and they
were out of tote bags. So...

ALICIA: Okay, wait, wait,
wait, wait. Wait a minute,
Henry. Wait.

You know,
what are you saying here?

That these bankers
got shot up

by some pissed off
Wall Street guy?

I don't know.
I don't know.

McDougal's on that right now
down at Justice,

trying to get
an investors list.

You got a cop quote?

A, uh, what?
Quote.

You know, they talk,
you write, we print.

Oh, oh, oh.
A cop quote.

They got me on hold. Go
there, talk to them and get
me something.

Working on the quote.

All right, fine. Good.
It's a great lead.

We'll follow it up tomorrow,
but without a confirmation,
we still run "Gotcha!"

Wait. What if these aren't the
guys? What if they're innocent?

We taint them today, we make
them look good on Saturday.

Everybody's happy.

MAN 1: Makes sense to me.
MAN 2: Taint them today.

Wait a minute. This is a story
that could permanently alter

the public's perception of two
teenagers who might be innocent,

and as a weekend bonus,
ignite another race war.

How 'bout that? What do you
say we think about this?

Okay, what have we got?
We got Nazis.

Give me a cigarette. ALICIA:
Okay, move it up front a little.

Come on, Bernie.
Listen to this.

We're not talking about some
publicity hound here

who crawls into the cage and
begs for this kind of thing.

We're talking about two kids
who may not exactly enjoy

the whole prison experience.

Oh, please, Henry.
You don't care

whether they got
beaten up or not.

That's not what
this is all about.

We got our ass
kicked yesterday.

So you wanna beat everyone
else today, that's all.

Yeah, I do. I do.
You don't?

Oh, come on. Give me a break.
You don't?

Tell me you don't. You do.

Fuck it then. Let's not
beat anybody today.

Let's not beat anybody
all week.

Bernie, what do you say?

Let's not beat anybody, uh,
till October? The whole year?

Fuck it. Let's never beat
anybody the rest of our lives.

Ah, glad you're
not overreacting.

So what do you
wanna run, Henry? What?

I don't know.
Uh, what do I wanna run?

Uh... "They didn't do it."

"They didn't do it"?

You don't have that! I don't
think of these things.

You don't have close to that.
You have unattributed cops.

She doesn't have "Gotcha."
Something you read upside down.

You don't have
"Gotcha" either.

Not for page one, not till
you get a shot of the kids.

So we're going on the perp walk.
What's the big deal?

So what time do they walk?

So we stretch it a little.

And you're gonna pay
for that?

Yes. We stretch
the deadline to 8:00.

If we get art on the two kids

at the walk of shame,
it's "Gotcha."

If we miss them,
the subway is page one.

Oh, the subway's bullshit!
Bernie, come on!

Hey, hey! You don't have it.
You know it.

Now, you wanna run
the story?

You got five hours until 8:00.
Go get the story.

No, hey, hey,
do your job!

All right, you...
Go ahead and do your job!

Don't just take a position

because it's the opposite
of what she says.

I mean, it's like watching
a bunch of sixth graders,

for Christ's sake!

Photo. Where...
Where the hell is Max?

He went home sick.

You make damn sure photo is
at the perp walk, Henry.

And I mean damn sure.

Excuse me.

(BERNIE COUGHING)

Excuse me.

(SCOFFS)

What's up his ass?

Bagel

ALICIA: Anyway. Okay, so...

MAN 1: You know anything
about air conditioning?

MAN 2: The problem's not
down there. It's up there.

Where's Robin?
MAN 3: There.

MAN 4: In there.
MAN 1: In your dreams.

Robin.
Oh, fuck!

Oh, shit. Shit, I
mean, I'm sorry.

Mr. Hackett, um, what's wrong?
Nothing.

Listen, Robin. I've got
a really, really, uh,

important assignment
for you.

For me?
Yeah.

This is big, okay?

I mean, I don't wanna put
any pressure on you,

but I just wanna tell you
that if you miss this shot,

that means Alicia can't run the
page one that she wants to.

You understand?

Uh-huh.

Good.

Yes!

WOMAN: Who speaks Spanish?

BERNIE: Henry.

Sorry. I've had
better days.

Hey, Bern, please.
Forget about it.

BERNIE: It's coal
into a furnace, Henry.

I been doing this
for 36 years.

Every day you still
start from zero, you know?

MAN 1: Hey, Pete.
Can you come here a minute?

MAN 2: Go bother
someone else.

You okay?

Nah.

I'm in a foul mood.

I gotta get out of here
early tonight, so...

Page one's up to you and Alicia,
but, you know, play nice.

I'll give it a shot.

Well, that Sedona thing.
Why does it have to be today?

'Cause "Gotcha" is wrong,

and I don't
wanna be wrong today.

Well, hang with it
if you want, but have Lou

do a subway page one
just in case.

All right.

I mean,
we might get it.

It's not
even 4:00 yet, so...

Oh, man!
Good luck.

WOMAN 1: Would you see
what you can do with this?

MAN: Hold on.
Eighty-six Bahrain.

They weren't
from Long Island.

I think it's fine.

RAY: Anybody got
another word for...

Hey, Ed. Ed, you got Nazis.
It's 9 inches.

For Christ's sake, I don't
have 9 inches for Nazis!

Did Wilder call back?

JANET: No.
Do you have any change?

No.

You have no change?

Oh, Henry, no!

Check the...

Henry, do you really
wanna run "Smashed"

for the wood on the subway?

Eh, whatever fits.
I don't really care.

Hey, Blaisch,
you have any change?

Got another word
for "mangled"?

The thing is it implies
that he was drunk

while he was
driving the train.

He could've gotten
drunk afterwards.

You're accurate, ethical, and I
want you out of this building.

Torn, mutilated, uh...
I don't care.

RAY: Mutilated. Mutilated.
That ought to do it.

Henry, haven't you got
anything on the Sedona yet?

It's a quarter after 6:00.
Beep Wilder. Shit!

Hey, Henry.
You got another word for...

Oh, I got another word
for all of 'em.

Get the hell
out of the chair.

No, don't change that.
Oh, that's pretty good.

I got it.
That baby's over here.

Oh, for God's sake.

Hey, we're
minutes away, okay?

Henry. Look,
I struck out with the cops.

Look, there's something
definitely going on down there,

but none of those son
of a bitches are talking.

Where'd you go?
Police headquarters.

Michael...

You gotta go to the
precinct on this stuff!

Of course nobody's
talking at DCPI.

Jesus Christ!

Hey, Hen. I've got "Smashed"
with a question mark.
What do you think?

WOMAN: (ON TV)...Williamsburg,
where the prompt arrest

of two suspects

in the brutal murder of the two
white Arizona businessmen...

Henry, I've got "Smashed"
with a question mark.
What do you think?

It's not gonna matter.

MAN: I'm not happy
with this source.

I took up a collection, and you
can never ask anyone again.

Ooh. Hey, did McDougal call in?
No.

No message at all
from McDougal?

I have no motive
for lying, Henry.

I'll tell you what, Henry.
I'm gonna make a proof

of "Smashed" with
a question mark.
I'll show it to you.

I'm going down to Composing.
I'll check it out there.

Okay, I'll meet you there.
Nice chair, Ray.
My back feels great.

RAY: Yeah, great chair.

WOMAN: I got about two minutes
to sub that Bahrain piece.

Hey!

Come on, guys, huh?

(LAUGHTER)

Oh, it's not funny!

Police discovered
the bodies of two men

sitting in a parked vehicle...

Talk to me, Chuck.
What do you got?

Ah, it's old news.

Carmen. Wilder whiffed
with the cops.

Get out to
the 9-1 in Brooklyn

and get to the bottom of this
bust already, all right?

For tonight?
You want this for tonight?

Give me a break.
It's only...

(ALARM RINGING)

7:00.

LOU: What do you think?

HENRY: Well, I hate it.
LOU: Me, too.

What's this?
What happened to "Gotcha"?

Artwork's not back yet.

Perp walk's not for
another 10 minutes.

Bernie wants a backup.
That's what we've got.

We hold the page one till
8:00, not a minute more.

It's 12 grand
every half hour we wait.

HENRY: No problem.

Those are union drivers
waiting out there, mister.

Okay.

(DRAWLING) "Those are
union drivers waiting out
there, mister."

Shoot it!

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

MAN: What time's
the arraignment tomorrow?

Deanne. (PANTING)

Just give me a second, all
right? It won't kill you.

What are you doing here?

I came to see my daughter,
and it's good to see you.

Oh.

My God,
I don't believe this.

You're married.
You're married.

Oh, my God. I have to
sit down on this one.

Look, I made it very clear.
I don't wish to see you.

Drop the rehearsed stuff,
will you?

You sound like you just walked
out of your shrink's office.

Hold it, hold it,
hold it, hold it.

That was a rotten thing
to say. Hold it, hold it.

I'm sorry. Look...

All right.

Let me start over.

Why are you here?

Why? Why?

I saw your name in that piece we
ran on the Murray Hill trial.

I was proud,
Mrs. Whatever-your-name-is,

and I wanted
to tell you that.

Okay?

Thank you.

You know...
Let me just ask you this.

Would you have cared to come
if my name hadn't been in
your paper?

Do you hate me, Deanne? If you
hate me, there's no point.

I don't know you enough
to hate you.

TOM: It turns out
that the guy

they've been looking for,
for 18 months,

you know,
this big search,

has been dead for five
years anyway. No!

Oh, and he was something
like 90 years old.

So he couldn't have
stolen a motorcycle

and driven it from Kansas City
to Ozone Park or something.

That is so funny.
Oh, yeah.

I mean,
that's just an example.

I mean, I could tell you dozens
of stories exactly like that.

You could do a whole series
on the Justice Department.

Yeah. You know? People
would like that.

I bet they would.

So, where's Henry tonight?

Working.
Mmm-hmm.

Well, give him my regards.
You sure you don't want
some juice or something?

No, no.
No?

You have another, though.
Yeah, I think I will.

So, Tom, did you bring the list?

Yeah. Yeah.

You can't take it.
Just a look.

I'm supposed to memorize every
single investor in a major bank?

You'll know what you're
looking for when you see it.

Hey, Martha.
Yeah.

Tell me something.
Yeah.

Did you honestly find even
one of my stories funny?

No, Tom, I didn't.

Yeah. Just wanted
to know where I stood.

Well, you knew when
I called, Tom.

Yeah.

Oh, my God!

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.

Kind of jumps right out
at you, doesn't it?
(WHISTLES IN AWE)

CROWD: Justice!
Justice! Justice!

OFFICER: All right,
everybody stay back.

Just relax. Stay back.

(CROWD CONTINUES CHANTING)

All right, just stay over there.
Thank you very much.

No, no, no, no, no. Beyond
the barricade. Hey!

Excuse me! Can I just...

Uh, excuse me.
Um, New York Sun.

Hey, hey! Go around.
I'm sorry.

Can't you see the cable?
Sorry. I'm sorry.

MAN 1: There they are!
MAN 2: Here they come!

Daryll! Daryll! Daryll!

Damn it!

(ALL CLAMORING)

Shit!

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

WOMAN: Hey!
Do you have anything to say?

Shit!

OFFICER: Could you make room?

What do you think
your chances are?

OFFICER: Get out of the way!
Get back. Get out of the way!

(EXCLAIMS)

Hey... Hey...
Come on! I'm down here!

- OFFICER 1: All right, let's move it.
- OFFICER 2: Party's over.

Henry? Carmen on 4.

(PHONE RINGING)

Tell me. Tell me.
Tell me. Tell me. Tell me.

Nothing, Henry. I'm sorry.

I can't even get into
the building.

I mean, they're not
talking to any reporters.

I mean, the guy
from the Sentinel,

he's standing over there
and he's crying.

No shit.
Oh, man, Carmen.

You're killing me here.
It's 20 after 8:00.

Wife line.

Oh, geez. Hang on, Carmen.

I'm not late yet.

No, no, the Sedona thing.

I got something for you.

You did go to
the Justice Department.

Aw, Marty,
this really ticks me off.

What do you got?

I saw the investor list.

I'm reading it. It's just
your average bunch of
Wall Street schmoes.

Trusts and stuff.
Names I don't recognize.

I'm thinking,
"This goes nowhere."

And then,
all of a sudden, pow!

"Pow"? Hold on.

Hang in there, Carmen.

Yeah? So? "POW."

Sedona Savings'
single largest investor,

who alone lost
over $5 million,

E & R Interstate Trucking,
Nicholas D'Onofrio, proprietor.

What are you telling me?
These banker schmucks

lost $5 million
of the mobs' money?

"Dumbfellas," huh?
"Unwise guys."

Oh, hon, you are so good.
You are so good.

Oh, I love you.
I love you.

This is great. Do you know
how good you are at this?

I mean, you drive me crazy
when you're like this.

What are you wearing?

(LAUGHING)

Oh, baby.

WOMAN: (ON TV) As fear
of racial tension mounts,

New Yorkers got their first
look at the suspects

in the brutal Williamsburg
killings this afternoon,

following their booking
at police headquarters.

Formal charges will be filed
tomorrow at the arraignment,

where prosecutors
are said to be...

God, we gotta get that cop
quote. They gotta say it.

Oh, come on! I drop a big,
fat, juicy steak in your lap,

and you ask for sauce?

Hang on. Carmen,
you have to get a quote.

Henry, I can't even
get past that desk sergeant.

All cops wanna talk.

They just don't know they wanna
talk. You've gotta tell them.

Henry, he took one look
at my press pass and...

You wore your press pass? Oh,
you can't wear your press pass.

Paul Bladden from
the Sentinel on 6.

Shit. Hang on.

Paul. Hi. Can you hold on
for a second?

Thank you very much.
Good.

Marty, listen. This is so good,
I'm running this tonight.

You're supposed to be at
dinner in five minutes.

I can't help it. You're too
good. That's how good you are.

I can't... It's your fault.

You actually got yourself
into a jam here.

Henry, listen.
Tomorrow is fine. Tomorrow.

No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no. Today.

Tomorrow.
Today. Today, today, today.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

Today. Now. Today.
Now. Today.

Henry. I'm on my way
out at 8:25,

and I just happened to notice
that our presses aren't running,

which strikes me
as rather odd,

since we are,
after all, a newspaper.

Gotta go. Okay.
See you later.

Listen, Carmen, just write
up whatever it is you got.

I'll get the quote myself.
It's okay. It's okay.

Hi. Hey, Paul, look.
Look, looks like

I'm gonna owe
you one here, okay?

Ninety more seconds? Can you?
Thank you very much.

First of all,
you look fabulous.

Cut it out.
What's going on?

Well, I didn't get the artwork
back from the perp walk.

Who'd you send?
Robin.

You sent Robin to cover
the Williamsburg perp walk?

Robin happens to be a
professional news photographer.

Robin happens to be

Oh, see, now you're just
being silly.

That was
a cheap-ass trick, Henry.

Look, I'm on to something
with this Sedona thing here.

I just need a quote
from the cops.

You don't have it.

And you screwed
the story you do have.

It's a fuck-up, Henry.
It's a goddamn $12,000 error

if you get the art back
in the next 20 minutes,

which I sincerely doubt.

Okay. Bernie's not here,
so this is my call.

Wait for Robin till 9:00.

If she makes it by then,
run "Gotcha."

If not, go with the subway.

What the hell's
the matter with you?

Paul!

You are the most unethical,
unprincipled...

I cannot believe you had
the balls to do it!

Slow... Slow down. Slow
down. What... What are you
talking about?

God damn! You know what I'm
talking about. The Sedona item.

Why, you stole it
right off my desk.

Uh... "Uh, uh, uh, uh," my ass.

Come on.
You know you stole it!

Well, hold on
a second here, Paul.

If we were working on a
Sedona thing, how would you
know about it?

I mean, I hope the Sentinel
doesn't have a mole over here.

Did you or did you not
take the item?

Because, uh, gee,
if they did, you know,

they could get you in a lot of
trouble for something like that.

In fact, it might even
be illegal. I'm not sure,

but I can check on that
for you if you want.

Oh, come on, come on.
Cut the bullshit.

You know what? Why don't I do...
Hold on a second.

Janet!
Henry?

Get Dick Palone in the
DA's office for me, okay?

Just tell him I want
to ask him a question.

Don't worry, I'm gonna keep
you totally out of this.

Yeah, I just want to
ask him a question, okay?

I'll check on that
for you, Paul.

Give it up, Henry.
Give it up.

Our guy saw McDougal
banging on doors

all over
the Justice Department.

Now, I'm gonna ask you
one last time.

Did you or did you not
take the item?

Well, Paul, you realized you
were talking to a journalist.

Dick who?

I realize, you know,
this doesn't exactly
get us off on the right foot.

The right foot?
Are you out of your mind?
Why, the offer's rescinded.

Uh... How stupid do
you think we are?

What did you think I'd come to
when I put two and two together?

Three? Three and a half?

Paul, look, I'm trying to...

And that you could
walk in here...

I'm trying to be reasonable
here. If you'd just...

Why don't you just, uh,
take my wallet as well, eh?

Let me say something!
Wait a...

Well, I hope
you're satisfied, asshole!

You just blew your chance
to cover the world!

Really? Well,
guess fucking what?

I don't really fucking care.
You wanna know fucking why?

'Cause I don't fucking live
in the fucking world!

I live in fucking New York City!
So go fuck yourself!

You handled that well.

Thank you.

Martha? Martha?

Oh, my... Oh, my God! You look
like you're going to explode.

Oh!
That's how I feel.

Oh!

Where's Henry?

Oh, running a little late,
I suppose.

No, right here, Ray. Like for E
& R Trucking, what would we say?

Uh, not an alias. Do you
know what I mean? Yeah.

Good night, Henry.
Good night.

"Reputed mob front."

We can say that.

That's it. Way to go, Ray.
Good, Ray.

All right, I gotta go. Ray,
it's a sidebar. Keep it tight.

Henry? Henry, I couldn't
get anything out of Justice.

I told you
my friend hates me.

Now, why don't you
send Marty?

She knows that guy over there.
Yeah, don't worry about it.

Hey, does your friend
at 9-1 hate you, too?

Not for a good reason. Why?

I got to talk to him.

Hey, you know what?
Pick me up in front

of Gus's in about

Henry, what's with all the
grunt work? I'm a columnist.

You're not a columnist. You're
a reporter who writes long.

Hey, grab a clipboard.
Clipboard?

I mean, I've got things
to write here.

You know, I've got my own
stories I'm working on.

Why don't you...
Just get a clipboard!

Henry! You can't leave
until you okay page one.

I'm working on it. I'm
working on it. Working on it.

Tell him to get
a clipboard.

(ON TV)...civil rights
groups and police officials.

The mayor was optimistic
that peace would prevail
in the streets.

The mayor remains
in close contact

with church leaders
and activists

in an attempt to calm fears of
rioting and widespread violence

Tonight, he will lead
a solidarity march
beginning outside City Hall

and proceeding through
Washington Square Park.

The mayor will be urging
New Yorkers to remain calm

and to work with
one another to get

through these days
without incident.

BERNIE: Hey,
he looks familiar.

BARTENDER:
Never saw him before.

Says he's waiting
for a fight.

A fight?
A fight with who?

None of
your goddamn business.

Turn it off, will you? Yeah.

Hi. How you doing?

Sorry I'm late.
Hope you all ordered.

No. We waited.

Hi, Mom.
Hello, darling.

Dr. Hackett. How was the
drive down there, pal?

Made it in an hour and 45. Ooh!

So, how's work?

Work is, uh... Work is good.
(GIRL SQUEALING)

SARAH: Oh, Oh, you liar!

Martha told us
about the Sentinel job.

Congratulations, darling.

Howard, let's get
some champagne.

The New York Sentinel. Now,
that's what I call a newspaper.

Yeah.
WAITER: Good evening.

Have you had a chance
to decide yet?

Oh, Henry, uh, look fast, and
then we'll fill in for you here.

Sarah?
(BABY CRYING)

SARAH: Uh, well, I'd like to
start with a small Caesar salad.

I don't see it here on the menu,
but I always just love...

- WAITER: Small Caesar? No problem.
- SARAH: Uh-huh.

(CLOCK TICKING)

And then, um, well, I'll have
with that small Caesar salad...

(BABY SCREAMING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(DISTORTED) Are you okay?

And for you, sir?

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

(DISTORTED) Henry?

(DISHES CLANGING)

(TICKING STOPS)

What's that, Mom?

Oh, yeah. Okay, here we go.

Uh, well, what I was
going to say was, uh...

You're probably going to find
this a little hard to believe.

You in particular, I think,
are gonna get a real big kick
out of it.

I, uh... I can't stay.

I have to put
the paper to bed,

but you know
what I was thinking?

What do you say,
we all get together later
and go have some dessert

at that, uh, place?

Are you kidding?

It was a two-hour trip.

Don't they even let you
eat dinner now?

And, uh, you know the other
thing I was gonna tell you?

Uh, I lost the Sentinel job

because I stole the lead
off the editor's desk.

That's the other thing.

I couldn't resist.
They are so smug over there.

Hon, they've got maps.
They've got seating charts.

The guys wear bow ties.

No, no, no.
You did it on purpose!

What are you
talking about?

You did exactly what I
asked you not to do.

I... I... You're shouting,
first of all.

I know I'm shouting!
I like to shout!

Don't you notice? When
I keep talking louder,

it's because
you haven't heard.

Come here.

I try to have a sense
of humor about things,

but all it gets me is a smile
and a pat on the head.

You don't listen, Henry!
I do listen!

You don't see!

Of course I see.

Hi... See what?

How scared I am.

I will be there.

I swear to God
I will be there.

We mean more to me than
anything else. You know that.

Let me give you
a hypothetical.

Don't you know that?
Really? Oh.

A guy breaks
into the apartment.

Oh, breaks into
the apartment.

He's got a gun.
He holds it to my head.

He says, "Either I blow
your wife's brains out,

or I blow up
the Sun building.

"Choose now."

What do you say?

What do you think I say?

What...
What do you think I...

It's ridiculous.
It's not gonna happen.

That is exactly
my point, Henry.

It is never one
big dramatic choice.

It is little, vague
situations every single day,

and you're either there
or you're not.

You keep waiting for the guy
with the gun to show up,

and it's gonna be too late.

I will be there. I promise.

(HORN HONKING)

Henry! 9:00! Let's go!

What? You know, I mean
after tonight, hon.

I got... Martha, you
would do the same thing.

I saw you waddle off,
eight-and-a-half-months
pregnant,

to chase the story. Henry!
We're gonna miss this guy!

All right. Wait! Hold on
a minute. Henry.

Come inside now. Come
inside, sit down with me

and have dinner like
you said you would.

Hon, come on. Don't take
the bat out of my hand.

It's the ninth inning.

You know what this is like.
I gotta get the quote.

The guy's not gonna be
there all night. I gotta
get it. I have to.

Okay? Why are you calm?
Don't get calm. I hate this.

(HORN HONKING)

Yeah, shout, scream or
something. You like to shout.

You should have just told me if
we had a kid, I'd be on my own.

You really
should have told me.

You won't.

Two hours.

Two hours, you hear me?

Probably not even two hours.

Hour and a half, okay?

Martha. Come on.
Honey, wait a minute.

It's not even... It'll be two...
Look, listen to me.

(HORN HONKING)

MCDOUGAL: Henry!
Ow!

Come on!
Damn!

Yeah, yeah,
99% of your time and effort
goes into three basic things,

your house,
your work, your family.

Well? Yeah, well,
women in general,

if you don't have a family.

Or men or sheep
or whatever you like.

I made the leap, Bern.

If you put 'em all together,

the three of them want more
than you've got to give,

so what do you do
about that?

BARTENDER:
That's a tough one.

Now, your family,
I mean, they're people,

and so you figure you can get
a little human leeway there.

I mean, you figure they'll...
You figure they'll bend.

But... So you crap
all over them.

Yeah, you do. You do.

BARTENDER:
Freshen it up for you?

BERNIE: Yeah,
you read my mind.

Listen. Hey, you. Bong!

(LAUGHING)

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh.

Please. Please.
Something. Anything.

Anything in focus.

Oh, shit!

I am fired.

Aw, Shit!

Oh, oh, that's it.

(LAUGHS)

I got it!

MAN: Well, I've been writing
a book about my life,

an autobiography of my
days in the civil rights

movement and other cases,

and I hope
it's a big success.

Probably a movie.

Well, we've gotten some...

Ah, Gray.
How are you?

Hello, Cynthia.

They sent me that
advance yesterday. Talk
to you next week.

Oh, hi. Hi, Linda. How are you?
Hi. How are you?

It's good to see you.

It's good to see you.

KEIGHLEY: I feel pretty good.
Yeah. See you later.

Oh, excuse me, dear.
ALICIA: Graham?

Yeah? Something I'd like
to discuss with you,

and I, uh, just didn't want to
bother you with it upstairs.

I feel an obligation to act
on this directly with you

because I think
we have a good...

Hi.

I think we have
a good relationship,

and, uh, I would
like to take it further.

And I think, uh, the way to
do that is face-to-face.

You know,
you and I, face-to-face.

Alicia?
Yeah?

I'm gay-

Oh, um...

Well, I mean... wasn't...
I mean, that's fine.

Alicia!
Yeah?

I'm kidding.
Oh, great.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

That was really good.

Yeah, well, what's up?

Well, I won't waste
your time,

but the fact
of the matter is,

I have other offers.

Didn't we just
renegotiate your contract?

Well, recently,
yeah, but my deal's up

in just
a little under a year.

Eighteen months,
isn't it?

Well, um, technically,
that would be more accurate,

but, you know, with...

Yeah, uh-huh.
Well, I'll tell you what.

If you have other offers,
you have my permission
to pursue them.

But don't come to me again
without talking to Bernie first.

I don't like it.
It's cheap.

Okay? We done?

Graham, I don't think you...

(TOILET FLUSHING)

I'd love it if
you weren't here.

PRISONER 1: I'm going to
keep you as my bitch, boy.

Word to my mother.

(CLAMORING)

PRISONER 2: Hey,
I want those sneakers, man.

PRISONER 3: What the hell
you looking at, boy?

PRISONER 4:
How you doing, sweetheart?

(DOOR SLAMMING)
Man, I'm so scared.

Don't talk.

Yeah, what am I supposed
to do?

Stay awake.

Here's your damn clipboard.

And the next time you want
office supplies, don't ask me.

HENRY: You keep the clipboard.
Clipboard's for you.

Hey, a clipboard
and a confident wave

will get you into
any building in the world.

Hi. How are you?

Hey, Richie.
Oh! Jesus Christ!

You scared the shit
out of me.

Look, we gotta talk about this
Williamsburg-Sedona thing.

Oh, Jesus.
I don't believe this.

Come on. Let's go. I mean,
everybody's on edge around
here. Come on.

Hey, at home, huh?
I told you a million times.

You want to talk to me?
Talk to me at home.

Look, we think
we know what happened.

Now, Nick D'Onofrio wanted
to settle a debt, right?

But his guys, they went and
made it look like a race war.

Now they got the neighborhoods
all stirred up.

Hey, you know what
would happen to me
if somebody saw us talking?

So what's going on, huh? You
guys looking at D'Onofrio?

Hey, the dead guys
lost his 5 million bucks.

What's he gonna do?
Buy them Giants tickets?

Congratulations. You have a
firm grasp for the obvious.

Thank you.

Then if you do suspect him, why
are those two kids in jail?

(SCOFFS) I ain't
going on record.
Who the fuck is this guy?

We just want to know
what you think.

To characterize the arrest,
what would you say?

To who?

To, uh, anybody.

Wife.
To your wife. You go home.

And your wife says, "Hi, honey.
How was your day?"

What do you say?

Fuck you.

You say "fuck you"
to your wife?

You're not
getting me fired over this.

Okay. Okay.

You know, if you're all right
with "Gotcha" as
tomorrow's headline,

fine, 'cause that's what
it's gonna be.

See, me? I can't live with it.
But if you can, okay.

Thanks for your time, by
the way. "Gotcha"?

Right over
a picture of the kids.

Aw, come on!
Don't run that bullshit.

What do you think
I'm trying to do?

Look, I got news for you.

I'm not locked up in the
men's room with a cop

because it's such
a good time.

'Cause, frankly,
I've had better times, okay?

I'm here because I think
the story's wrong. Is it?

Is it? If you have something,
give it to me now.

But, you know,
don't stand there

and act coy and say,
"Fuck you."

Because, quite frankly, it's
a waste of all of our time.

And you know what.
I don't have any more time.

I have
no more fucking time.

I need it fucking today!
I need it right now!

All right. Richie.

We just run what you guys give
us, and you gave us "Gotcha."

I didn't give you
that bull shit!
Downtown gave you that shit!

All downtown cares is that
you guys and the LA Times
and the Tokyo whatever

all run nice, fat,
front-page stories about
how we got the guys,

and everybody can still come
to New York with their money.

Then a month from now,
when the kids are cut loose
'cause of lack of evidence...

I mean, they were just walking
by, for Christ's sake.

Turns out we don't even have
a goddamn print
on a murder weapon.

When that gets out, you guys,
you'll bury it on page 23.
Nobody'll notice.

Can you give me
that on the record?

Aw, stop the shit, will you,
for Christ's sake? Bullshit!

Do something.

These are
nice kids, Richie.

They're good kids
you guys threw in jail.

Hey, these kids
have bright futures.

One of them's an honor
student, for God's sake.

MCDOUGAL: The other one's
a pretty good ballplayer.

That's right.
He's a tailback.

He's going to
Penn State this fall.

Is that right?
Oh, yeah.

God, this makes me sick.

Penn State, huh? Yeah,
Penn State. Nittany Lions.

(SIGHING)

You guys use my name on this,
and I will fucking find you.

You understand?
Hey, hey.

You understand?
I got it.

"Police department source" only.
Promise. Right?

These kids?

They didn't do it.

This is great.
This is great!

It writes like butter.
I mean, there is

actual butter
coming out of my pen.

The guy actually said the
headline. He said the headline.

He said it. He used the
words, "They didn't do it."

You got an honest-to-God
exclusive, Henry. (WHOOPS)

Alicia's gonna have to
kiss my ass on this one.

Come on, baby.
Right here, baby!

I gotta know if she hates me.

I mean, if she hates me,
there's no point.

Hates you.
Yeah.

She's your daughter.

What could you do
that she would hate you?

I kept fucking my reporters

and broke
her mother's heart.

That'll do it.

Yeah, it would. It did.

Mac, I think we got room
for 20 inches on this one.

Give me a killer lead.

By the way, you got three
minutes. I need four.

Three.
I need four.

All right. Whatever.
Just make it fast.

Lou, we're ripping
page one for a new wood.

Henry, I gotta talk
to you.

Pop "They didn't do it"
as big as you can.

All right, tell Composing
I'm subbing one and three.

Henry. Henry. Yeah.

Main bar on three.

120 points.
All caps. Really big.

Henry. Henry. Henry!

Slap an "exclusive"
in there. Big, big.

Henry, you know if
we got these kids...

What's the matter?

Did you feel that?

Oh, my God.

They ran it.

They fucking ran it!

They ran the wrong
fucking headline! God!

I'm stopping it.

What?
We stop and replete.

Go upstairs.
Write up what you got.

Tell Lou to send down
"They didn't do it."

Hey, Henry, aren't you gonna
say it? You gotta say it.

We'll use the same art
they used for "Gotcha."

Come on. How often
do you get the chance?

You can't just do it
and not say it.

Come on!

I...

Stop the presses!
(LAUGHING)

This guy!

Hey! How do we stop
the run?

Who are you?
I'm the Metro editor.

How do we stop the run?

We don't stop the run.

I mean, if we had to.

A guy breaks in with a gun,
puts a gun to your head,

how do you stop the run?

Hit the kill button.
Thank you.

Hey! Hey. Hey,
hey! You don't touch that.

Where's the key? Nobody
touches that but Chuck.

Give me the key!
Chuck's got the key.

Give me Chuck!

Chuck!
Hey!

Hi. How are you?

(EXCITED CONVERSATIONS)

LOU: This is working.
This is working. Yeah.

RAY: This is gonna work.

MAN: Yeah. That's it.

LOU: All right. Okay.

Oh, yes!

What the hell is going on?

You sure you got
authorization for this?

I got authorization.
How long will it take
once we get the new plate in?

Ah, 20, 30 minutes maybe.
We gotta rethread the whole
machine.

Look, I'd feel better if I
talked to Ms. Clark first.

I told you.
I already talked to her.

You son of a bitch. You're
not gonna stop this run.

Did you run that?
Did you run that headline?

You're goddamn right I did.
I got a desperate call at

we are two hours
past our deadline

and nobody knew
where the hell you were!

It's wrong. It's 180 degrees
wrong. We gotta change it.

How far are we
into the run?

Uh, quarter of the way.
Maybe more.

There's 90,000 papers
on the trucks already.

Oh, no way. No way.

We run what we got.
It's wrong.

Given the information we had at
the time, the story's right.

Yeah, but it's not right.

I got a cop.
I got a quote. It's wrong!

Not for today it's not.
Tomorrow it's wrong.

We only have to be
right for a day.

This shouldn't be semantics.
This shouldn't be money.

People will
read this, Alicia,

and they'll believe us.

We're The Sun. They'll take
us with a grain of salt.

We'll run yours tomorrow.

No! No! Uh-uh! Not tomorrow!
Right fucking now, today!

You know,
I bet you thought it would

never catch up
with you, didn't you?

What?
I bet you thought

I didn't even know the shit
you guys say about me.

Oh, come on!
What? You thought

I don't get
the bean-counter jokes?

You think I don't
understand your snide shit?

You don't even have a
college degree! Hey.

You couldn't take the shit
I put up with, Henry!

You assholes
think I don't know

that you wait until I leave

before you sneak off
to the Bear's Head.

Can't even invite me
for a lousy drink.

Look, you jerk,
it's not about you or me!

You never thought
it would catch up with you.

Well, fuck you, Henry.
It catches up today.

We run what we've got!

Give me those fucking keys!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

ALICIA: Give me those keys! No.

You give me those keys!
Damn it!

No! No! No!
Get out of my way.

Can you believe this?

Are you all right?

(THUD)

Okay! Hold it,
both of you!

Aw, come on!

Give me the keys!

(GROANING)

Are you nuts?

Somebody
should stop this.

(GRUNTING) Give me
the goddamn keys.

Ow!

Henry!

(SCREAMING)
(ALICIA EXCLAIMS)

I'm sorry!

Oh, God!

HENRY: Come on!
Come on!

Give me the keys!

Get away from me! You
goddamn son of a bitch!

You arrogant bastard!

(CHOKING)

Get away from me!

(BELL RINGING)

(PANTING)

You are so

fucking

fired.

I'm fired?
You... You can't...

ALICIA: Can you start it up
again without a web break?

Uh, probably.

Then do it.
Yes, ma'am.

(SIGHS)

HENRY: Hey, Alicia.

Congratulations.

You have officially become
everything you used to hate.

Oh...

What the hell's
that supposed to mean?

Oh...

(BELL RINGING)

Hey! Hey! Come here!

Hey! That's my car,
you son of a bitch!

Come here!
God... Shit!

Come back here, you...

Oh, come on!
Did you see that?

Did you see that?
You're a witness!

God...

(SIGHS)

Oh, shit.

Son of a bitch.

What's the matter
with you?

The car got towed.

Again?

Yeah.

Want a ride?

Come on. I'm not a leper.
I'll buy you a drink.

Thank you so much for
the ugly spotted thing

I got from two
other people.

What was it, on sale?

(GROANING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(GROANING)

I know you're in training,
but would you have another
drink with me?

Oh, by the way,
Bernie White's the name.

Marion Sandusky.

Sandusky?

Yeah.

Why does that
ring a bell?

What do you want me to say? You
want me to say, "Good job"?

You want me to say,
"You struck a blow

"for journalistic
integrity today"?

Can't do it. You abused
your position to settle
a personal score.

It is what it is. Live
with it. Henry was right.

Oh!
Cheryl, double bourbon up.

What do you mean,
"Henry was right"?

Can I have Dewar's
on the rocks, please?

Henry was glib.
That's all.

Everything I used to hate. I
mean, what does that even mean?

I mean, Henry wouldn't
even have a newspaper

to work on
if I hadn't saved it.

Henry doesn't have
a newspaper to work on.

Oh, please!

Now I'm OD'ing on righteous
indignation tonight.

Sandusky. I know I know
that name from someplace.

Common name.
No, it's not common.

I gotta go
to the john.

But we're not, you know, exactly
the Washington Post, okay?

No. No, we're not.

We run stupid headlines because
we think they're funny.

We run maimings on the front
page because we got good art.

And I spend three weeks
bitching about my car

because it sells papers.

But at least
it's the truth.

As far as I can remember,
we never, ever,

ever knowingly
got a story wrong,

until tonight.

That's what Henry meant.

Got any smokes?

WAITRESS: Yeah,
what kind you want?

MCDOUGAL: Box is fine.

(SINGING) You've
been a long time coming

But, darling

Welcome home

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
ON POLICE RADIO)

Hey, Victor.
Oh, Mr. Hackett.

What's going on?

Your wife...

They just went
upstairs, but...

Marty? Oh, God!

MEDIC: Go, go, go, go!

Out of the way, sir.
We're taking her down.

I'm her husband.
What happened?

Your wife's
hemorrhaging vaginally

and we need to ask
you some questions.

MAN 1: Hold the elevator!
MAN 2: I got it! I got it!

How long
before she's due?

Uh, two weeks.
About two weeks.

She have any existing health
problems or allergies?

HENRY: Uh... Penicillin!
She's allergic to penicillin!

What's wrong?
What's wrong with her?

MEDIC 1: Could be
abruptio placentae.

They'll diagnose
at the hospital.

MEDIC 2: Blood pressure's high.
It's 150 over 100.

MEDIC 1: Is there anything
unusual about the pregnancy?

No. Uh-uh.

Fetal heart rate's slipping
down to 60 beats a minute.

What's that mean? Gotta
get her out of here.

HENRY: It's gonna be okay,
honey. It's gonna be okay.

Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on!

Yeah. Who's this?

It's Alicia Clark.
Get me the pressroom.

MCDOUGAL: Richard! Hey, big
Mac, how're you doing?

I heard you got
a novel going.

Who told you that?
Hamill.

MCDOUGAL: Hamill?
I didn't tell Hamill.

Cheryl, let me get
another bourbon.

What's it about? A story I
did a couple of years ago.

BERNIE: Hey, I know
where I know you from.

You're Sandusky,
the parking commissioner.

RICHARD: You should do
the Siamese triplets.

But I don't want to do something
about the Siamese triplets.

RICHARD: You're blowing it.

Hey, wait, wait,
wait! Sandusky!

SANDUSKY: Get the fuck
out of my way!

MAN: Hey! Whoa!

(GRUNTING)

Tony! I'll kill you,
you son of a bitch!

I'll kill you!
I'll kill you!

What? What?
You're stuck?

No! Chuck! I've got
to talk to Chuck now!

(GRUNTING)

SANDUSKY: Get up! Get up!

You fucking
son of a bitch!

SANDUSKY: I'll kill you,
you son of a bitch!

MCDOUGAL: Son of a bitch.
You little prick!

You won't get me,
you son of a bitch.

(EXCLAIMS)

Get back! Get back!

MCDOUGAL: Come on now.
Give me back that gun.

Give me back the gun,
Sandusky.

Shut up!

I don't need you to tell me the
parking department's fucked up!

I know it's fucked up! It was
fucked up when I got there!

(SOBS) Why'd you
have to pick on me?

You should've
returned my calls.

You called me a pointless
little bureaucrat.

You should've
paid for the damages.

You made my kids
scared to go to school.

You made my wife cry when
she reads the paper.

Well, at least she
bought it, didn't she?

(ALL LAUGHING)

(COCKS GUN)

Come on now.
Come on, Sandusky.

Now, you tell me right now
or I'm gonna pull this
fucking trigger.

Why me?

You work for the city.

It was your turn.

You guys don't understand.

Come on, pal, you
don't wanna hurt him,

and you don't
wanna go to jail.

All right? You just
wanna scare him.

I'm not nuts!
We understand.

You scared him,
so give me the gun!

I'm gonna scare
him so fucking much.

Be scared!
Be scared for a change!

Come on. Sandusky.

Yeah! Chuck! Thank
God I caught you.

You be scared
for a change!

Listen, I want you...

(GUNSHOT)

(LAUGHING)

(GROANS)

(ALICIA PANTING)

What? What?

BERNIE: Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

ALICIA: A bullet
came out of the wall.

BERNIE: Call an ambulance.

Why did the bullet
come out of the wall?

To get to the other side?

Sorry. (WHIMPERING)

Would you tell her
I said I was sorry?

Shut up.
I gotta talk to Chuck.

Yeah. A woman's been shot.
We need an ambulance.

Could I... Could
I have one, too?

MEDIC: Let's go. Let's go.
(MARTHA GROANING)

We're here. We're at
the hospital. The doctor
knows we're coming.

She gonna be good, right?
Yeah. Yeah.

Type and course
her for six units.

Blood loss.
This is an emergency.

I'm Dr. David Birbek,
the anesthesiologist.

I have to ask
you some questions.

I'm her husband. Is there
anything I can do here?

We're going to
the operating room.

Wait here.
No, no, I gotta go in.

You have to wait here.
Wait, I gotta...

If you want to help
your wife, wait here.
You have to wait here, okay?

I'll be back as soon as
I can to explain. Wait.

(CONTINUES GROANING)

MEDIC: And no penicillin.

Oh, my God. I've
gotta phone my office.

Okay-duke,
let's prep her for OR.

I need to make a... I need to
make a telephone call, please.

So anyway, you have
to change planes in San Juan.

But even with
a layover it's only

four and a half
hours from New York.

No kidding?
I thought it was further.

I've got to talk to Chuck.

I've got to talk to Chuck.
Hello? Hello? I've got to talk
to Chuck.

Honey!
Talk to Chuck, please.

Lady, you're shot. They're
gonna have to wait.

NURSE: Isn't it supposed
to be so hot down there?

DOCTOR: So you're hot. You
jump in the ocean. That's what
it's for.

DOCTOR: You're
going to have a cesarean

section under
general anesthesia.

Do you have any
medical problems?

No.

Do you take any medicine?
We said OR 4.

Have you ever had
an anesthetic before?
Any kind of surgery?

No.
Anybody in the family

have a problem
with anesthesia?

No.

When did you eat last?
MAN 1: Get the scrub ready.

MAN 2: Move over, miss.
Come on. Move over.

DOCTOR: I'm gonna hook the IV.
Move over.

When did you last eat?
Today? Today.

DOCTOR: Move up.
Come on. How long ago?

Help us out here. Come on.
Come on, move, fast.

Bend your knees.
Lay down. That's it.

Okay.

Ma'am, we cannot operate until
you sign the consent form.

I will sign the consent
form when you get me

his goddamn phone.

Larry!

(SIGHS)

Replate!

MAN: Replate!

(SOBBING)

Lie down.
Okay.

DOCTOR: Get the arm-board on.
One wedge on here.

Let's give the...

Okay. Give me your arm.

I got the regulator.

MARTHA: The baby.
You can't operate.

We're gonna get
the baby out right now.

We're gonna do
a cesarean section now.

We're gonna have you
go off to sleep now.

(PANTING) Save...
Save the baby.

I'm gonna give you
some oxygen to breathe.

MAN: Big, deep breath.

DOCTOR: I'm ready,
guys. Go.

You'll go off to sleep in a
minute. We're gonna get
that baby out.

Get the Betadine on her belly.
This will be cold.

Blood pressure's dropping.

Get me the Betadine.

Everything's okay.
MARTHA: All right.

You're doing fine. That's it.
All right.

Get the drape on.
Okay, get the drape on.
Come on. Get the drape on.

(MARTHA GROANING)

Try to relax. Everything's
gonna be okay.

Nice, deep breaths now.
Come on. Stop crying.

The word is "cut."
She's not asleep yet.

Wait till I say
the word "cut."

Get me the retractor.
Hurry up, David.

Come on. She's not even
intubated yet. (MARTHA SOBBING)

You're going to sleep now.
Everything is fine.

The baby gonna
be all right?

She's tachycardic.

DOCTOR: It's okay.
It's the ketamine.

I need about

There isn't enough time, David.
There's gotta be enough time.

I haven't intubated her yet.
I'm working as fast as I can.

Five more seconds.

Cut!

What are you doing here?
It's a long story.

Is she gonna be okay?

Maybe. I don't know.

I should've been
with her, Bernie.

Yeah.

Mr. Hackett.

(BABY CRYING)

There he is,
under the lights.

That's just
a warmer.

He looks great.

He is great.
He's fine.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

(EXHALING)

Hi.

Guess you kind of kicked
everybody's butt today, huh?

You did great.

Way to go.

I'm sorry.

Hey, Henry

Didn't you notice?

What?

All that crap.

Today I can't
even remember it.

MARTHA: Mmm. Mmm.

I love you.

Can I read that
when you're done?

Buy your own.

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(SONG PLAYING)

(SINGING) I know
how I got in trouble

I know how I came to grief

I know why people all over

Are disappointed with me

When I get up, I want down

When I got thin,
I want fat, fat, fat, fat

When I get square,
I want round

When I got this, I want that

You better make up your mind

You better make up your mind

I understand what
you're saying to me

Make up your mind

But I can't do it

Every time things look good

Makes me feel bad

Each time a little
bird of happiness flies by

Makes me feel so goddamn sad

I wanna cry

Make up your mind

This little piggy
went to the market

And that little piggy
got caught up and put in a zoo

Last little piggy went
"Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah"

'Cause he didn't know
what he was supposed to do

Comes a time in
every man's life

When he must decide

Whether he wanna drive a bus

Or just go along for the ride

You better make up your mind

Make up your mind

I understand you, sister

Make up your mind

I understand you, sister

Make up your mind

But I can't do it