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Abra la puerta.

Sea federal.

Está usted bajo arresto.

Abra. Abra la puerta.

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

Who the hell are you guys?

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

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

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

Well, technically, they're arresting you.

But we're escorting you back to your country.

Es nuestro.

Muchas gracias por su ayuda.

Aren't you going to read me my rights?

Tell him it's nice anyway.

How about twice as fast as he thinks?

Did you read his latest piece?

Yeah.

You want it?

No, thanks.

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

Hmm?

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

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

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

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

Daddy, something weird is going on.

What did the police say about all this?

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

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

Froot Loops.

Daddy, it's true.

Ted's like a brother to me.

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

I mean, I know.

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

being so out of it.

He doesn't have to use drugs to smuggle.

I mean, not every bookmaker gambles.

Dad. Well, there is big money in drugs.

For Ted?

Daddy, what does he need the money for?

The son of the chairman of the board of Teletext?

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

It happens, Joanie.

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

I don't know.

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

Eddie, please.

His family's really upset.

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

you want me to check it out?

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

illegal alien series. Now it ties into big politics.

Do it in your spare time.

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

It's after lunch.

How about my dinner hour? Whatever's best.

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

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

Dig around.

Why me?

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

Mm -hmm.

Good training for you.

Ingratiate yourself. Just remember to do it quietly.

Why quietly?

Cops are acting strange about this one.

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

Understood.

Probably is drugs.

Hmm.

What is this low under protest?

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

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

I don't think so, thanks anyway.

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

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

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

his name, man?

Ted Morrison.

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

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

of Teletext.

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

with the details, we'll flesh it out.

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

hush it up.

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

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

You want to keep the space open?

Uh, yeah.

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

That's what he came in with last night.

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

Anything new on that brush fire out in the valley?

Yeah, I think it might be hurt.

You think Charlie said it?

He was so desperate for something for the front page.

Nothing from Rossi yet, huh? No.

City desk.

Okay, Charlie, I'll be right in.

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

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

State Bureau of Narcotics Enforcement.

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

We're afraid he may inadvertently jeopardize our investigation.

How? You already made your arrest.

We're after bigger fish.

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

work.

What kind of drugs are we talking about?

Horse.

Heroin.

Mexican brow, mostly.

Cocaine, of course.

Well, that's it.

I wanted something concrete.

I got it.

Only we can't print it.

Is that it?

Not for a while.

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

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

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

Right, Lou?

Yeah, sure.

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

Rossi.

Yeah, Lou?

I asked you to check into that arrest quietly.

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

What are you talking about?

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

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

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

Wait a second.

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

planning to stop on my way home.

I don't get it.

I don't get it either.

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

weren't even on it yet?

Let's call him and find out.

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

Bureau of Narcotics Enforcement?

Yeah, thank you.

Nobody knew you were doing this.

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

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

Morrison story?

I almost forgot about it myself.

Yep.

I see.

Okay, thanks.

She wasn't there?

I never heard of her.

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

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

Let's go to my office.

Quieter. Right.

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

yeah.

Okay,

what'd you find out?

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

having been processed through here.

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

arrest.

What's that?

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

the same feds.

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

influence to squelch it.

I keep hearing that.

Lou Grant?

Uh -huh.

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

Harold Soner?

Uh -huh.

Oh, he is.

Well, that's very interesting.

Thank you very much.

Cute. What's that about?

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

of the State Department of Justice Narcotics.

He tells us to lay off the Morrison story.

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

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

Soner really is a narcotics investigator.

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

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

arresting each other.

Do you think it's a drug case?

Well, feds, Mexico, rich kid.

Smells like it to me.

You're right about one thing. It smells.

Only if it's drugs.

I'll personally double your salary.

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

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

How about it, Charles?

I think this goes right.

It still sounds like drugs.

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

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

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

Yeah, X million dollars worth of illicit narcotics.

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

The mice ate it.

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

constitutional rights. Hold it.

Just let me think a minute.

What is it, Charlie?

Why should we walk on eggshells for this one?

I just don't think we have enough.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

You sound like a locker room.

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

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

Where is Ted Morrison?

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

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

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

You all agree?

Absolutely. Okay,

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

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

I don't like it a bit.

I read it.

Thanks anyway.

Mind if I join you?

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

Interesting article.

Nicely written.

We do our best.

I was under the impression he had an understanding.

You told me you'd keep hands off.

I told someone that, yes.

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

All right.

That idea was improvised.

I was trying to keep things simple.

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

I'm sure you must have guessed by now.

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

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

If you want to talk to me, talk plain.

I suggest you have a talk with your publisher.

We have an arrangement with your newspaper.

What do you mean arrangement? Who's we?

Everyone says that.

How do I know that's legit?

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

I can assure you it's quite legitimate.

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

Oh, really?

We'd appreciate it if you killed that story.

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

give you the all clear.

He really appreciated it.

CIA preposterous.

This time, I think he was telling the truth.

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

a quotation from St. John, I think.

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

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

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

He said they had an arrangement with the trip.

Well, I believe at one time.

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

heights, oh, the depths of the Cold War.

What was the arrangement?

Well, I remember different things.

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

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

involved with the CIA.

Newspapers, television networks, magazines.

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

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

Did you know of this arrangement?

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

It was all around.

A congressional investigation brought it all out.

What? Over 400 journalists since the war.

Stringers, reporters, editors, management.

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

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

Phone call from a friend, perhaps some lunch.

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

bureau or Tokyo, Moscow.

He'd say yes.

And the friend would ask him to do what?

Nothing.

Just asked to talk to him when he got back.

Debrief was the fashionable word.

Did you have a friend?

Matthew did.

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

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

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

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

Not that I know of.

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

Today? Yeah, today, now.

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

Kentucky, I think it was.

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

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

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

history of having worked as a newspaper man.

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

Tricky. Quite.

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

looked upon as a spy.

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

All right. They might be handling it clumsily.

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

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

know the time of day.

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

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

I've already made the decision.

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

We could be in for some heat.

I know.

Too bad.

Oh, stop acting like you're so concerned.

You love it when things heat up.

Billy! Lassie!

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

I knew you'd be excited.

Well, I am, and that's enough.

What's the background?

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

The Ted Morrison arrest.

You're going ahead with it? Terrific.

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

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

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

And no one else admits to knowing anything.

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

related somehow.

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

national security?

Try the First Amendment.

What are you waiting for? Chapter headings?

What happened to my piece on shopping cart theft?

Hello.

It was very enlightening.

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

He really fought for it.

Well, it's no sweat.

I'll wrap out another one.

Wrap out.

I like that.

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

Who?

You think Rossi's the one?

Probably.

The one what?

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

Are you crazy?

Rossi hates the establishment.

Good cover.

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

I'd have to believe anyone around here could.

Well, almost anyone.

Does that include me?

Or you? Of course not.

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

To Lou Grant.

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

Well, put some ointment on it.

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

Agency. Where'd you hear that?

From Patterson in the Washington Bureau. Why?

No reason.

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

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

It's coming along.

Have you got anything we can look at?

Oh, there's only a real film.

When?

Can't tell.

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

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

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

Well... Anybody else hear that?

Yeah.

We all heard it.

Is it true?

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

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

Actually, it could be anyone.

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

Well, you should mention that.

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

I mean, he had a contract with them.

Traveled to music festivals all over Europe.

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

Bite your tongue.

Can we get back to the Boynton Forest?

It's something familiar.

It's something real.

The rest of this is just fog.

Joan?

Oh, may I speak to Joan Hume, please?

Billy Newman.

Joanie? Hi, is Billy Newman of the trip?

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

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

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

shot at it than I would.

Oh, great, Joan, great.

Well, anytime, day or night.

You have my home number, right?

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

Dad, thanks, Joe.

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

Oh, hi.

Hi there.

What was I doing in your desk?

Oh, were you in my desk?

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

You? Look.

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

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

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

have in life.

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

Look, just stay out of my droid, okay?

I'll cut it out.

Everyone's affected by this thing.

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

You can feel the paranoia growing.

Like mushrooms in a science fiction movie.

I felt it myself.

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

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

I have a confession to make.

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

that links you to the CIA?

Are you kidding?

I'm, uh, am I butting in?

Well, sit down, Driscoll.

Hi, honey.

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

It's easy.

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

have.

I'm a jug man, honey.

Didn't she know?

I'm sorry.

Oh, honey. Don't be embarrassed.

Listen, everybody has a Jones.

Well, you know, a monkey.

An addiction.

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

You've got one?

Rossi does?

Rossi does not.

Oh, yeah?

Let's see your kick sugar.

Gotcha.

Hmm.

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

Do you have something we can use?

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

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

That's an interesting question.

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

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

But I do know something.

The FBI and the CIA...

These are our guys.

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

How far back do you want to go?

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

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

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

noticed. There are bad guys out there.

Are you equipped to take them on?

Because I'm not.

Nobody says do away with the agencies.

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

Yeah, Lou.

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

We are.

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

you, Joe?

Uh, not since high school.

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

Oh, brother.

Listen, kid.

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

and do a favor for your country.

I mean this, Lou.

No, I know you do, George.

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

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

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

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

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

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

these guys are on my side.

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

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

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

public in the eye? Yes, I do.

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

news coverage its way?

No. It's a two -way street.

You give a little and you take a little.

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

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

to your independence in a relationship like that?

Oh, honey.

Listen, look, look.

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

That's all he is, just a contact.

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

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

Are you in someone's pocket, George?

My bookies.

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

I'll tell you something.

They never asked me.

I'm sorry they never asked me.

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

And today?

Does that go for today?

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

Thanks for the exercise.

Keeps me out of the bars.

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

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

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

There's not much I can tell you.

Have you seen your son?

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

were told not to discuss it.

By whom?

I can't tell you, Joan.

It's all right. I think we know.

Has he been indicted?

No. Surely charged.

Yes. With what?

Drugs?

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

I can.

It's good to see you, Joan.

I'm sorry I'm late, dear.

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

I gather as much. How do you do?

Hello.

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

With what?

Espionage.

Can you believe such ridiculous nonsense?

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

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

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

What exactly has your son supposed to have done?

They say... Now, get this.

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

Right. That they sold secrets.

Not gave.

Sold secrets to the Russian embassy in Mexico City.

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

He had a flunky's job.

Espionage.

Ted, the master spy.

What is this but another example of government incompetence?

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

Well, you look around, Miss Newman.

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

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

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

He was a good boy.

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

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

You're angry about something.

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

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

are printed in their brochures.

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

And they said?

Go stick it in your hat.

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

to clear it.

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

In other words, you came up empty.

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

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

Oh, oh, here.

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

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

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

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

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

to make sure it's secret.

Where did Driscoll get this?

I didn't ask him.

Maybe he went skiing with Mr. Z.

I feel sorry for them.

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

Yes,

I think he did.

So do they.

They just don't want to face it.

Spoiled him all his life.

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

Billy, wait a minute.

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

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

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

shack for himself and his friends.

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

kind of stuff.

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

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

doing and how he finished the job.

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

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

Yeah.

They bought him the lot he cleared.

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

How about a cup of coffee?

I don't want one, thanks.

Sure you do. You want a cup of coffee.

This better be good.

I wouldn't call it good.

I don't know what to call it.

Here.

I don't want one.

I don't drink it.

Let's have it.

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

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

references he had. So?

I checked personnel.

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

Who'd okay a stupid thing like that?

The notation reads, per Charles Hume.

Lou Grant will continue in a moment.

You're on A &E.

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

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

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

presence.

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

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

All right.

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

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

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

Maybe they just never report it.

Okay, thanks.

No, good. I was just gonna get you.

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

indicted. The whole thing is up in the air.

Where'd you get the tip from?

You think your reporters are the only ones with sources?

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

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

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

Okay, 6 .30.

I got the story on the Ted Morrison arrest

and a great idea for a sidewalk.

That's slow.

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

with espionage.

You want me to come back tomorrow?

That's great, Billy. Write it up.

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

stories every day.

Tell him our CIA plan.

Oh, my God.

And I just bought some more treasury bonds.

I'm serious.

Bossy's checking it out.

Do we know who did hire him?

Uh, yeah, sure.

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

Charlie? Hi.

Um, where's my dad?

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

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

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

You spend more time with me.

Excuse me.

You were in Washington last year? In the state?

No, D .C. Why?

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

Missed paper business.

Yeah, I guess so.

What else could it be?

See you later. Goodbye, Joe.

We do have a bureau in Washington.

I know.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where'd you get all that?

In the phone booth downstairs.

There was a Mrs. Kellum on his card.

I told her I was from the Pulitzer community.

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

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

They've dropped... Garages?

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

I mean, they tailed them for months.

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

of the kids with microfilm on him.

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

will have to come out in the trial.

We keep bumping up against Catch -22.

Twice a day.

Right here on the paper, for example.

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

Sure. I know about Kellogg.

That's true, Charlie.

Yep. There wasn't anything I could do.

You could have said, now other people have.

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

Mrs. Pinchon?

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

She said she didn't know anything about it.

Why did she say that?

You were there. We were both in our office.

What are we talking about?

About the fact that Kellum is on the CIA payroll.

He is?

Are you sure?

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

What are you talking about?

I said I knew about Kellum.

And you looked guilty.

And I said, then it's true.

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

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

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

it.

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

Yeah.

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

How many of those have you had?

It all seemed to add up.

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

about the CIA.

You were coming up with inside information.

And then this Kellum thing.

Sure, I was in Washington.

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

of bars, a couple of restaurants.

Charlie. I can't. Believe it.

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

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

Did you run a credit check on me, too?

Charlie.

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

and lay it out.

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

Boy.

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

You could have saved us both a lot of trouble.

Charlie.

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

I could have saved us both a lot of trouble.

How about another drink?

No, no, no.

Come on. What did you mean?

Saved us both a lot of trouble.

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

You wrote me for a job out of the blue.

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

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

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

now driving a truck.

Wait a minute. Let me get this straight.

You've been investigating me behind my back?

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

I can't believe it.

After the years we've known each other?

Looks like we're both wrong.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

I'm sorry this whole thing happened.

I'm glad it's over. Right.

It's over. I'm finished.

We can forget about it. Right.

Lou? An interesting little item. Page 26.

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

late yesterday from Highland Heights Jail.

Drug charges having been dropped because of insufficient evidence.

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

We still don't know who it is.

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

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

Who is it?

Who in this room can't we trust?

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