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Hello, I'm calling for Lipschitz. I'd
like to confirm a call. How much money

involved? Was it over $1 ,000?

Was it over $10 ,000?

Linda, you messed up on that story.

Which story, Lou?

The police shooting. Where's the fourth
graph?

Just under the third graph.

Please, Linda, it's a crack of dawn.
Where's the original fourth graph?

We dropped it. No room. Why did you cut
from the bottom of the story?

Because the fourth graph lifted right
out.

That was our only quote.

You made it look like we wrote the story
from the office.

Sorry, Lou.

Rossi chased that police chief around
all day to get that quote. He's going to

be plenty sore when he finds out it's
gone.

Go back to sleep, Lou.

You've still got a couple of hours.

Right.

Good

morning,

Ms. Bichon.

Good morning, Mr. Grant. Hello, Julie.

I returned your call yesterday, but
you'd already gone for the day.

Good. Well, I didn't want you to think I
was stuck in your call.

Wish I could remember why I called.

Hi, Liz.

Hi. Oh, yes.

The current call memo.

Well, I haven't gotten a memo yet, but
any way that we can be protected from

nuts who call the city room would be
great.

That's not what the memo says. I asked
you to be courteous to the nuts who call

the city room.

Oh, Mrs. Pinchot, I just don't have time
for that. Everyone deserves an

attentive ear when they call this paper.
In theory, that's terrific, but the

reality is a dozen or more lunatics each
day.

They all got loose and they all got
dimes.

The reality, Mr. Grant, is that my
mechanic called you with a story idea

recycling used inner tubes for shower
caps. You called him dumb.

You sure I use those words?

My engine's been knocking ever since.

I'll do my best.

I appreciate it.

Oh, Lou.

Hey.

Problems in composing? Oh, nothing but
problems. That's not what I came up for.

Oh?

Lou, you remember you told me that if
ever I had a gangbuster story, I should

come and see you?

Hmm? Where do you go? Read this.

Tomorrow's trip?

Yeah. Just makes me sick to see
something like that in a paper I work

Hey, Lou, why didn't we send anyone out
to the police shooting yesterday?

We did.

Nightside dropped our only quote.

You read Jack Tom's column before we run
it, don't you, Charlie?

Somebody's got to do it.

Have you read Tomorrow's? The item about
Dan Familia?

No, maybe on my desk.

Southern California's favorite consumer
maverick, currently running for national

office, may regret having publicly
proclaimed to his secretary, I can't

without you.

Towne refers to him subtly as the family
man.

Says that he's poor environment and
Catholic. Says he's got a wife and six

Family man.

Familiar. Cute.

Towne says he's been fooling around with
the secretary.

Towne says that he paid for his
secretary's abortion.

Oh, boy.

I don't believe it happened.

Really?

Are you going to check it out with
Towne? Yeah, I'll talk to him. Oh, I

know. I don't go for this wards
business.

Morning, guys.

Lou, Charlie, give us an opinion.

What? The North American News Awards.
The deadline's today. None of us is

pickable when I enter. I'm not so sure I
want to enter.

What are you talking about?

Well, there's plenty of competition in
my life already. And whenever I get into

that me -against -them mindset, I'm not
really sure that's so healthy.

Come on. Entering is not like a real
competition, a tennis match or

Just send in your story. You wait to see
who wins.

I don't want you to do anything you're
feeling easy about.

But if you won, you'd be winning for the
trip, too.

Yeah? Besides, you're worrying about
winnings purely academic. You and I'd be

competing in the same category.

Got a pen?

What are you going to answer, Sam? Oh, I
haven't got a clue.

You know what I like? That story you did
on, uh, handicapped law students. Oh,

yeah. Nah.

Nah. Why? That was good work. I mean, so
straight, so unsentimental. Yeah, but

what made that story good had nothing to
do with me.

I'd feel funny looking for an award
because I just reported on the

of those students.

Oh. Come up with some possibilities.
I'll give you my reaction.

Thanks, Charlie.

Mm -hmm. No, oh, he just walked in. I'm
talking to Charlie. Hang on. I'll get to

him when I can.

Decent kid.

Yeah, I think maybe we could slide him
over to county government for a few

months. Getting used to writing every
day. Sure.

Just don't lose him there. Well, I guess
we just got our wires crossed.

City desk.

Huh?

Oh, Mr. Jacobson, you got it.

The Animal Dentistry Association.

They're in town, huh?

Uh -huh. Uh -huh.

Well, I don't think I have a talk for
the spirit of all you guys around

Disneyland. No, I've tried to put...
Just because I write it off doesn't mean

has to be a business dinner. Where do
you want to eat?

Jack, I don't have any stories for your
column. No gossip, no leads, no goofy

personalized license plates. I've seen
nothing. I'm sorry.

What size shoes are you? Jack. I got
this grateful pal. Keep sending me

No. No, you're right.

If I can find one, I'll send you home.
All right.

Bye -bye. Wait, Lou, we got to talk.

You like those sneakers with the
stripes? Oh, Jack, please, no.

Excuse me, buddy. Morning, Jack.
Morning.

Yeah, what's up?

I think I know about Dan Famiglia.

Yeah, shame.

Who fed it to you, Jack?

You mean, what kind of a tip did I get?

A reliable source.

Fool, Jack.

Lou, a lot of good men and women have
sacrificed their careers to keep the

Amendment strong.

It's not you and me we can... You won't
tell me. I gave my word.

What was the name of the secretary,
Jack? What physician performed the

What hospital?

I don't know.

Queen of something.

Can I look at the hospital? Maybe it was
Mercy something. You know how I am on

names. That's the wonderful thing about
being a columnist. You don't have to

clutter up your prose with a lot of
detail.

Did you hear that?

I saw the item, too.

Something about it... Thanks.

How'd you like to check it out? I'd love
to.

Bossy, what are you doing today?

I just made a copy of my entry for the
North American News Awards.

I was thinking more along the lines of
work.

Well, I just started finishing my story,
Inflation and the Small Business Man.

Let her wait. I want you at City Hall.

Why?

Because the bead guy's on vacation and
the relief guy's too busy.

Yesterday, the city auditor called the
mayor's trip to Tokyo freeloading.

And the mayor called the auditor a
bloodless mole.

They're both scheduled to address the
city council today, and there's going to

be fireworks.

I don't see you getting on your jacket.
Didn't I give you enough of a why?

I'm going.

I'm going.

See?

Let me try a story on you.

Yeah. You know the nuclear waste from
the Buena Vista plant?

Sure, they're shipping it out to the
desert. By train through most of San

Bernardino County.

A lot of the residents want to keep
those freight cars out of their town.

They're planning to demonstrate.

Mm -hmm. Why don't we send Rossi out
there? Who's covering the matter?

Well, I think we should send somebody.

People are pretty angry.

We just did a five -part series on
nuclear safety. 25 ,000 words.

It'll tie in.

Look, I know you think the nuclear
industry is the biggest bad guy since

Green Street. Under normal
circumstances, I'd be happy to indulge

Don't indulge me. My feelings have
nothing to do with this. I'm talking

something that could be a major news
event.

City desk, Lou Grant.

Can you speak up, honey? I can barely
hear you.

Well, you see...

Helping people spell is really not what
we do here.

Yeah, I have a dictionary.

Okay, wait a minute.

Lou, we need to make a decision right
away.

The decision was made five minutes ago.
Knock it off, Bart, that's all.

All right, what was that word?

You mean stationary like writing paper
or stationary standing still?

Huh?

heard the two of them.

Why doesn't Lou want to send Rossi to
San Bernardino?

It's just one of those days.

Lou's sort of single -minded.

You're a kinder man than I am, Charlie.

He'll kick himself if that nuclear story
blows.

You want me to take it up with him
again?

No. I want you to sign something.

Oh, Charlie, I... He'll thank us for
this, believe me.

Okay.

Burroughs?

When's Lou's vacation?

Well, commit herself. Keeps putting it
off.

Uh -huh. And when's my vacation?

I'm not kidding.

No, ma 'am, I can assure you we're not
all communists here.

I bet you there can't be more than three
or four communists in this city room

right now.

Wayne? Yeah? We'll find you a photo.
You're going after that freight train

the hot waves.

Right.

Read up on the way and let the photo
drive.

If it's Levinson, I'm not letting him
drive.

Fine. If it's Levinson, you drive and
let him read the stuff to you.

Tell whoever to meet me in the garage.

Okay. I have to tell Lou to put someone
else on the switch.

I'll handle Lou. You just go.

Make sure you handle him while I'm still
out of town, will you?

You want something you wanted me to see?
Come in, come in. I didn't mean you to

come all the way up for this.

I have a meeting.

Walk me to the boardroom.

Sure.

Police Chiefs Association Convention.

They're asking for a speaker.

Someone from editorial.

Police and press. Now's the time to
talk.

I think we should accommodate them. I'd
be happy to go.

You can't.

Why? It's the weekend of the 5th. We
have the publisher's meeting.

Oh, yeah.

I was going to suggest to Mr. Grant.

He's built a little like a cop, don't
you think?

Yeah. Well, would you let him know?

How about Ben Ryerson instead? We could
put him in a gray suit.

I thought Mr.

Grant was the perfect person.

Not right now.

Why?

Well, we've been awfully busy lately.

Are we always busy?

Yeah, but it seems that he's been sort
of jumpy.

He's got a short fuse. I just don't
think that he's the man to send on a

mending assignment.

Well, fine. Get Mr. Ryerson.

Mr. Grant isn't well.

It's just overworked. You know, Lou, he
can't delegate the job.

Never has, he never will.

Ryerson will be fine. Good.

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

It better be important.

I have a dozen members of the Fortune
500 in the boardroom fighting over six

pecan rolls.

It is important. I wouldn't have
interrupted the feature deadlines in an

Oh, I told them I was going for butter.
What is it?

I think Jack Town's column for tomorrow
should be pulled.

I don't.

Is that it?

Town's written an item about Dan Familia
paying for his secretary's abortion.

I wish you'd run it past the lawyers. I
think it's libelous.

Thank you. Thank you, Mr.

Grant. I've read the column. The
unfamiliar's name does not even appear.

How are things in the city room lately?

Fine, fine.

Not getting too hectic, I hope?

No, no.

Mrs. Pinchot, I think Jacktown's story's
a lie.

If one of my people tried to slip an
unsubstantiated item into the paper,

hit the roof.

You're spitting in the wind, Mr. Grant.

Jacktown writes a gossip column, not
news.

It is the most popular feature in the
Los Angeles Tribune.

Circulation figures, he's worth about 35
,000 readers.

Will you look in those cupboards, see if
there's anything in there?

You and I are both very much aware of
how sensitive Jack is about

There's sugar cubes, Rudy Toots, and
pretzel muzzles. Well, bring the

Both crackers.

I've got half a jar of mint jelly here.
I don't know what I'm so worried about.

They'll eat anything.

Mrs. Pinchon, I'm not sure I've
explained clearly the problem we've got.

The problem we've got is that I cannot
afford to lose Jack Town.

Now, I don't care if you can't admire
him or share a drink with him, but I do

expect you to keep out of his way.

Jack Town's column is none of your damn
business.

Regina Kelly, I work on the Todayside.

Oh, sure, sure. You did the thing
yesterday on foam rubber necklaces.

Surf jewelry, right.

Not my proudest professional moment.

Listen, I remembered it. That's worth
something.

I guess.

So, how do you like the trip?

Well, I've been here two years now.

Oh, right.

Everybody's been very good to me. It's
just that Todayside is... Listen, I

Irene Ma is doing a heck of a job with
that section.

Heck of a job.

Oh, sure.

I just want you to know that I'm working
like crazy to get over to Metro.

Well, good.

Boy, I'd really like to talk to you
sometime about how I could improve, what

skills I might need to make the
crossover.

You should talk to Billy Newman. She did
it. I have. She has such great things

to say about you, Lou. I'd just love it
if we could talk sometime.

Well, this week is bad.

Yeah, I understand. Just keep me in
mind. Lunch, dinner, you know, whenever

can talk. Oh, I will. I will. Yeah.

Oh, give her a chance, Lou.

You're breaking her heart.

I'm back.

I just got off the phone with Dan
Familia. Yeah?

He admitted to paying for his
secretary's operation.

Yeah? Town had it right.

Town had it wrong.

Marjorie Kirkland didn't have an
abortion. She had a cyst removed.

Can we be sure?

Dan Familia was really angry.

He confirmed the quote about not being
able to live without her, but said it

because she does her job so well. And he
also said it was nobody's business what

she'd gone through.

That's not enough.

Right. So I called again. This time I
talked to Marjorie Kirkland. She gave me

names of the hospital, the doctor. She
even offered to show me the x -rays.

Lou, she's 50 years old.

Now have we got enough?

Put your notes together, will you?

Sure. For in -house?

Yeah. No.

Right, this is a story.

Familiar and dapper react to abortion
rumor.

Okay.

I want you to work up something else,
too.

Sure, this shouldn't take too long. What
is it?

There's a little feature.

National Foreigner will be loaded with
gloom and doom for page one.

So, I want to be able to offer Charlie
something light at the budget. Like

The whistling grandma.

Uh -huh.

She claims to be able to do 92 different
whistles. See if she'll talk to you

today.

I'll sell it at the budget as you're
only as old as you feel.

Okay, that's what you'll get.

Uh, you know, I was the one who got
assigned to the man who made coffee to

old masters out of breakfast cereal.

No, no.

That was only last week.

I know. Do you object to this story?

I just don't want permanent possession
of the soup, Peter.

Fine.

Brose?

Where's Brose?

He's on his way to San Bernardino County
to cover the nuclear waste caravan.

And I hope at least I get points for
candor.

You sent him?

After I said no?

It's worth covering.

Get him back.

Lou, he's at least 40 or 50 miles away
by now. Get him back and give him his

story. You're calling Burroughs back?

You know about this, too?

I talked it over with me. I made the
assignment. Okay, you can second -guess

you know. You are the boss around here.
It's well within your rights.

But it'd be a big help if you didn't
second -guess me behind my back.

How am I supposed to do the work you pay
me for when I don't know where my

reporters are?

See ya.

Yeah.

Oh.

Hello, Regina. How are you?

Um.

No, I don't mind at all.

Right now?

No.

As a matter of fact, that'd be very
nice.

Uh -huh.

Goodbye.

I'll be at McKenna's for lunch. I'm sure
you can spare me.

I'll slide my editor.

Well, you know, Irene, she can't get
with a computerized type setting.

It's not surprising she's burnt out.
She's in year three.

What's that?

You know, editors wearing out after
three years.

Wonderful.

Lou, you're the exception that proves a
rule. No one can understand how you have

held it all together.

People talk about... Me holding it all
together? Sure.

What were we talking about?

Burnout.

No.

Before that.

Oh, yeah, yeah. The assignments they
get.

It's all this physical fitness stuff.
They think because they run, it's the

thing that I'm interested in.

I run, too.

No fooling.

Where? Mostly around Silver Lake near my
house.

We gotta run together sometime.

You know Bannister and Landy?

Um, media consultants?

Well, they're right over your head.

Oh, they're old -time runners.

Roger Bannister broke the four -minute
mile.

He was the first man in the world to
ever do that.

Oh.

He and Landy met in 1954 head -to -head
in Vancouver.

They gave it a big build -up.

What a match.

It's got to be the best kind of
competition.

You both run full out, and you both
finish under four minutes.

Who won?

I don't remember.

But that's not the point.

The point is, it was a wonderful race.

They run the mile a lot faster now,
don't they?

Louie, Louie.

Boy, am I good.

Wonderful. That story you sent me on was
a stiff.

Don't worry, I shot it anyway. But I got
you something better.

I'm on my way in.

And I pass the Symphony Hall
construction site. These guys are

crazy. Yeah, they're on double shift
because they're trying to get

finished by the end of the year.

Okay. These are the four I like best.

But they're so busy, what are these guys
doing?

That's the second shift.

They're resting while the first shift is
working.

Never stops.

I love the way I got it all in this one
picture. Okay, print them up and I'll

pitch them at the budget.

We got trouble, Lou.

The sheriff's department at San
Bernardino says that the nuclear waste

was met by a citizen protest at
Redlands. People lying on the tracks.

They called in for help.

Oh, God.

I'll call Burroughs and send him back
out. I already did.

Walker, you're doing the main story.

Rosenthal. I passed Rosenthal on the way
in.

Let Leon go get him. No, I'll get it.

It's been three years, right?

Almost four.

He's aged about 20.

We've seen the man grow old.

It's the pressure.

I know that, but it's still sad.

You spare the sympathy, Billy. If you
want to talk, do it to my face, not

my back.

Huh? What do you mean, Lou? We were
talking about the president.

What president?

Our president.

You see the picture of him this morning?

Yeah, oh yeah, of course. President.

Looks a little tired, that's all.

Yeah, doesn't he?

You going down, Luke?

No, go ahead.

Go ahead.

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

You know, Rossi at City Hall. Familiar
denial that he paid for an abortion.

I want to lead with a demonstration in
Redwood. What do you have by six?

A rewrite from the wire story.

With Burroughs.

We turn him around again.

Again? Again, again. He's on his way
back to Redlands.

Do you have art?

Nothing's cleared the wires yet.

Levinson's with Burroughs.

So it'll be four hours minimum.

Not good.

Do you have anything else for page one?

Animal shots of Symphony Hall
construction.

We can sign that into my story on
trouble in the construction industry.

Why is this one larger?

That's Animal's way of indicating his
favor.

I like it.

Well, the hole we've got right now is
vertical.

There's three guys in the foreground
who'll make the picture.

You want to crop it?

All right.

Give us three guys dozing.

All right.

Vertical enough?

That'll be fine.

Excuse me, gents.

Jack, you need me?

It's about item four on the Metro
budget.

Familia denies rumor of abortion.

Yeah, Lou figured that since you weren't
willing to check the facts of the

story, we should.

I'm going to run it. I don't think you
understand how something like that makes

me look.

Sure I do, Jack.

It makes you look like a horse's hiney.

Despite my loyalty to the memory of your
late husband, and there'll never be

another one like him, despite my
fondness for my office overview of the

Biltmore's dumpsters,

And despite the fact that you finally
put bar soap in a men's room... Your

about Dan Familia is not true.

That's not the point.

The point is my right to do my job
without being hamstrung. I think you

hogtied. You're right.

The lady would have made some editor.

Mr. Towne, I don't like lies appearing
in the Tribune. Your gossip about Mr.

Familia is a lie.

I'll pull the item from subsequent
editions of your column.

And replace it with four lines of
poetry.

I can't do that.

Fine.

Mr. Hume, let advertising know they have
four lines to sell in the middle of

Angel Town.

Mr. Grant, the article refuting Mr.
Town's allegation should have run in all

editions. Right.

Kiss me goodbye and you're kissing
goodbye 35 ,000 readers.

I wouldn't dream of kissing you goodbye.

Goodbye.

I'll pack up this afternoon.

Don't take the soap from the men's room.

You did the right thing.

You did.

$1 ,312 ,500.

What's that?

That's the cost of calling Mr. Towns
Bluff.

You remember.

How terrific I am next year when no one
gets raises.

And in addition to working on my
master's, I also edited the Stanford

year.

No, I don't get a chance to read as many
college papers as I'd like.

The range of story ideas is terrific.

Thank you.

Yeah, I'm happy to say that we've done a
few of these stories ourselves.

Yeah, see? See?

We did a piece on handicapped law
students.

One of my roommates gave me the idea.

She's the student that said passing the
bar exam was easy compared with getting

up the steps every morning.

Yeah. Geez, I should show you ours. We
had a kid who said practically the same

thing. Actually, law school's a pretty
good place for someone with a physical

disability. It's competitive, but the
physical part is less of a hindrance.

Yeah, that's what our guy said, too.

He had this wonderful quote at the end
where they've posted the results of the

bar outside the office of the Sacramento
Bee.

And this guy can't see past the others
because he's in a wheelchair. So he

yelled out, Hickman R .J., the first one
to tell me I've passed the bar, gets a

beer?

Yeah, that's what the guy said.

Really? When was your story in the Trib?

Last month. When did you write yours?

Last year.

He's not in the room.

Where's Sam Huntington? The Chinese
trade mission at the convention center.

called in about an hour ago.

I think we're going to have to terminate
him.

He's out.

Stealing from a student.

Leon!

How do you think we should handle it?

I'll handle it.

We're going to need a retraction.

I'll write it.

Yeah, Luke? Sam Huntington's desk is the
one with a cactus on it.

Yeah? Put all of his personal things in
boxes and send them outside the double

doors. Files, too? Everything that's not
the property of the paper.

Okay.

I don't want him setting foot in this
room again.

Don't you think we should explain to
him?

There's no way Sam accidentally lifted
that.

Every person in that room knows
plagiarism is grounds for firing.

Shouldn't we at least ask him why he did
it? I don't give a damn why he did it.

He did it. He's out.

I don't want to rule out the possibility
of tarring and feathering, Lou. That

always makes an impression.

I'm back.

What happened at City Hall?

May the auditor have it up? Let me refer
to my notes so I don't miss any

critical details.

At 11 .50, the mayor appeared before the
council. He looked calm, under control,

like nothing was bothering him. He
proclaimed Saturday, eat your spinach

smiled when a reporter suggested that
Sunday be proclaimed, pick the spinach

of your teeth day.

Where was the auditor?

He was on the agenda for after lunch.
The council ran late, it's on for

tomorrow. He never showed. You want me
to work up a little non -story story on

this? Nothing happened, right?

That's right.

Then I want you to forget it.

Can I get back to my inflation and the
small businessman story?

For a deadline?

Yeah, tomorrow's. All right. Go on.

Jeez. Heads up, will you?

The story about the whistling
grandmother is complete and locked into

electronic brain, which, with any luck,
will retain it forever.

How long is it? 200 words.

Is it cute?

Cuter than hell. Good. Charlie wants it
page one.

You're kidding.

Congratulations.

You know, that's the first time in over
two months, and it's a story about a

little old lady who's spending her
golden years with her fingers in her

That's plenty, Billy.

I would like to talk about this, Luke.

You know, I pitch a lot of stories to
you. For six months, I've been trying to

get you to let me find out what would
happen to smog in the L .A. basin if

manufacturers had to equip with
scrubbers, and I always get a no.

You think there's some connection?

I think the Trib's in love with cute.

We've got the comics, Lou, and the
horoscope and the entertainment section

crossword puzzles.

And lucky us, we've got Jack Town.

Don't you think that's enough cute for
one paper?

You know what people read in a trip?

I know.

But you don't read the research. I do. I
don't like it that people mainly read

the sports and the stocks and the
comics, but that's the way it is. Guys

Jack Town sell papers so the reporters
like you can do more important things.

Well, be sure to thank him for me the
next time you see him.

We just got word from Redlands. The
sheriff's department has confirmed that

of the freight cars is leaking nuclear
waste.

We called for a complete evacuation of
everyone within a five -mile area.

Burroughs is still 20 miles from there.

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

That's so good. There's an E at the end
of Royale.

Convert paragraph three and four and add
another hundred words.

What are you giving me this for? It's
Adam.

I've got three interviews in San Pedro
tomorrow. I'll be in at four.

Let's go, brother. The whole day.

Hold on.

Do I get a stringer on the line? The
pilot that flew in down there wants to

if you've come back.

What line?

Three.

Listen, we're paying that pilot by the
hour. Tell him to stay at that field in

Redlands until our guide gives him the
film. We'll have someone at LAX waiting

to pick it up at this end, okay?

Right. All right, this is priority one,
Bill.

Okay, bye -bye.

Walker and Rosenthal just touched down
at Redlands. We should be getting copy

within an hour.

Where's Burroughs?

Still driving.

Kind of like the Trib's own Flying
Dutchman. Trapped forever between LA and

Redlands. That blew it, all right.

They screw it up.

You've been right all day and I've been
wrong all day. Now we're playing catch

up and you'll be in a good sport.

I'm sorry. You want me to rub it in? I
want you to let me admit that I screwed

up. Everybody hear that?

I screwed up.

You got that?

Lou, you really screwed up.

What did you do to the hard hat picture?

We used the one you wanted. You used a
piece of the one I wanted. Animal, we

get edited.

Edited, Lou.

You run it next to the story on rising
construction costs. You crop out the

who are working. And the picture becomes
a crummy joke about lazy hard hats.

Well, I don't see it that way.

Lou, this picture is a lie.

Let me change it. It's too late. It's
already shipped.

No, no, you can change it. Look, use the
other side of it. That's it, animal.

It's gone.

Is it true that Jack Town is going to
the Tons?

Sam Huntington is out, too. I know.

I think Lou piling his stuff outside the
door is cruel.

Lou, I think piling Sam's stuff outside
the door is cruel.

That's my style.

Let me give you a hand.

No, no, I can handle it. It's fine.

Sam? I insist.

Are all these going in?

Yeah. Where do you want them?

Your desk.

These are your things.

Don't tell me they finally fixed my
drawer.

No, no.

Sam,

I know about this drawer you took from
the Stanford Daily.

Oh, God.

I can explain that. You can?

Sure.

A friend sent me the clip from the
Daily.

It was a terrific story and a terrific
idea for a story.

So I pitched it to you and you said, go
ahead, but put something together fast.

So I talked to people, but the quotes I
got were terrible.

And I had to choose between a bad story
that wasn't written and a good story

that was.

I was up against a deadline and I was
coming down with something.

Do you remember that flu that went
through this place?

I never did that with a story before or
since Lou.

Really.

Your explanation is that you did it.

I was dead wrong.

Sam, I'm sorry I had your things set
outside.

It was wrong of me not to let you
explain.

Oh, Lou.

That's okay.

I understand.

Take all the time you need to get your
things packed.

Make sure you've got everything.

Think about everyone.

Sun don't shine again. I love him. Hey,
Lou.

Got change for a 50?

Well, two quarters do, or do you need
dimes? Ah, forget it.

I'll let the lady pay for the cab.

What are you planning to leave?

Well, the curtain's not till 830, but
she wants to meet me for drinks, so I

gotta get a move on.

Jack, when are you leaving the paper?

I'm not leaving the paper.

I saw you quit this afternoon.

Well, I've thought about it since then.

I decided I wasn't going to let you
drive a wedge between me and the old

Sometimes you got to lead with your
heart, not your head, you know.

The opposition never made you an offer,
did they?

As far as I'm concerned, there were
never any other offers. My home is here.

Here.

Right you are.

Let's see if you were free for dinner.

Oh, no.

We've got a couple of things.

You got a minute?

Sure.

Sit down.

What is it?

Well, it's not a big thing. Like it's
worth a what is it.

I just wanted to say what a nice time I
had at lunch, Lou.

Any old war stories doesn't wear you
out, huh?

Yeah.

Oh, gee.

I've just been telling you how great I
am with words.

I really like you, Lou.

And I'd like to be with you.

A lot.

Whenever you say.

Oh, gee.

Regina.

I never thought I'd say this.

I should be flattered that you're
interested in me. I am flattered.

You know I'm in my 50s, don't you?

Sure. And you're 20 what? Six?

Four. Next month.

You don't have to apologize for your
age, Lou.

Apologize? Of course I don't.

How can I explain?

I don't see the two of us together.

I feel like I'd have to fill you in on
something before we could argue about

I just don't have the energy to be
somebody's mentor right now.

Even someone as pretty as you.

What I'm trying to say is... You're not
old enough for me.

Oh, gosh.

Okay. I feel terrible.

You ain't the only one, kid.

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

How you doing?

Okay. Did you find a good merchant to
single out?

He's perfect. Been in business at the
same address since the Depression was a

drugstore. Good.

You know what might be nice?

Comparing the business 40 years ago with
today.

Yeah, I've got him reminiscing some.

I'm talking about that as the focus of
the piece.

But the neighborhood has changed.

There's inventory, advertising
practices.

There's a standard of living better or
worse now. Wouldn't that be something?

I'm on the last graph.

Why didn't you suggest this earlier?

I only just thought of it.

Make the story special, Ross.

Don't do this for me, for Pete's sake.
Do it for yourself.

Making the story better.

I just read my story. You know
something, Lou? It's pretty good.

If I do what you want, it'll be
different, but not better.

Oh, see, I don't want an argument right
now. I've already told you what I want

you to do.

This makes no sense. The last time I
talked to you was two days ago. I did

exactly what you wanted with the story.

I can't work this way. He's driving me
nuts.

Am I the only one who cares what goes in
that paper?

That's right, Lou. You're the only one.
If not for your total devotion, this

entire paper will go up in smoke.

I will go back and rewrite the story for
no good reason. Because what I've done

is fine.

And it's the best I can do.

But I'll go back and do what you say.

And it's crazy.

It's nuts.

Lou.

Come on in a minute, Lou, will you?

Did you hear that? Did you see what just
happened?

Yeah, yeah, I did.

Is it me?

I can't figure it.

How can people just walk away from
something they know can be better?

Everybody finds it so damn easy to leave
a story unfinished.

Every story's unfinished, Lou, every
day.

Oh, I know. It's when people treat this
business like it's just another job.

I mean, you gotta stay until you do it
right.

I don't see anything so crazy about
that.

Do you think I do my job well?

What? Would you say that I'm a good
managing editor?

Yeah, sure you are.

But I'm not the best, Lou.

What are you saying? You're terrific.

Why is that such a terrible admission?
I'm not the best.

I mean, I'm very good at what I do. I'm
very fond of this newspaper, but it is

not my whole life.

Now, you know that I had a kind of close
call this year with Marion.

We almost broke up.

And I decided then that nothing that
goes wrong at work is going to destroy

we have. The price is just too high.

Yeah. Hey, so, I've been delegating the
work lately.

Tell me something, have I been dumping
too much in your life?

It could be my fault that you're so
swamped.

I'm not swamped.

I was going to suggest maybe you should
dump some of your work on Donovan.

When are you taking a vacation?

I don't know. This just isn't a good
time for me to think about that.

Let me get through the next few days and
I'll let you know.

Lou, I am telling you, I want you to
delegate, and I want you to make plans

get away from here.

It's okay. I'm fine.

You're not fine.

We're all worried about you.

You're kidding.

I mean it. I want to know about your
vacation tomorrow.

Redlands. He wants to know whether to
stay with the cleanup or head for the

area. Send Burroughs to the center. Keep
Walker at the site.

Fine.

Lou, I'm going.

Sure.

The thing is, I have this appetite for
rack of lamb at the Biltmore.

So?

So, they don't make it for one. They
only make it for two.

So, you know what I think?

But I am going to ease my arm into
yours. We are going to walk out of this

out of this building, cut across
Pershing Square to the Biltmore, and

maitre d' a fiver for the table by the
heart.

What do you say we slip the maitre d' a
fiver for a table away from the heart?

Okay.

Lou, what do you want to do here?

We can get photos off the wire. We can
take a chance on hanging the street

edition 15 minutes for Levinson stuff.

What I want to do is have my dinner.

Why don't you handle it?

Sure. I'll be glad to.

Good night.

Good night. Good night.

Good night, Billy.

Come on, Rossi.

I'm working as fast as I can.

Come with us.

I can't. I'm busy.

I can wait, Joe.

We're all going out for a rack of lamb.

For three.

You mean it?

Yeah.

Okay.

You ever hear of Bannister and Lambie?

The mildest here.

I don't race Bannister, ma 'am. Both of
them break in the four -minute mile.

Remember who won?

Um, no.

Neither can I. Who won?

I have no idea.

This is Mike Wallace.

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