I don't go to church. Kneeling bags my nylons.
You're making enough dough to buy yourself another pair.
I want you to be there
because I'm sending Herbie down to get a couple of shots, understand?
Okay.
But only because you wrote me up so pretty in today's paper.
You sure can make with the words.
"A figure of fair-haired loveliness in the lengthening shadow
- "of the cursed mountain. Beautiful..." - Unquote.
Tomorrow this'll be yesterday's paper, and they'll wrap a fish in it.
And another thing, mister. Don't ever slap me again.
Did you buy the cigars for Leo?
Real Havana. The best I could find in Albuquerque.
I got a job for you, fan. Pick up Mrs Minosa. Lorraine, I mean.
Make sure she gets to that church this evening.
I want a picture of her with her beads.
If she hasn't got any, get some for her.
Sure. And how about me taking a picture of a medicine man,
you know, with the fancy headdress and all the trimmings,
- exorcising all the evil spirits? - Now you're clicking, fan.
- That's got a message. - Thanks.
When I take your copy in Albuquerque...
No more copy. Not for Boot anyhow.
As of now, I'm not working with the Albuquerque Sun-Bulletin.
- Neither are you. We quit. - Both of us?
- Hope it's all right with you. - Sure, Chuck.
There isn't anything you could do wrong as far as I'm concerned.
But I don't get it.
Quit in the middle of a story right when it's snowballing like this?
That's exactly the time to do it, Herbie, boy.
They've been lapping it up.
Every word, every paper, from New York to Los Angeles.
So now we turn off the spigot. Just like that.
Watch them with their tongues out.
Stop at that tent. Let's see the gentlemen of the press.
Look, boys, I don't care where you come from,
New York, Philadelphia, Chicago or the moon.
Nobody goes down to see Leo.
- What about Tatum? - It's out of bounds.
- Why? - Because it's dangerous down there.
Because a wall could fall in on you.
Because I'm sheriff and because I'm responsible for everybody's safety.
- What about Tatum? - Out of bounds! You heard me.
What about Tatum?
You're repeating yourself.
This is a pretty nice place I fixed up here for you boys.
Be a shame to cut all these wires and kick you out.
Don't try it, Mr Sheriff.
We wouldn't take that kind of guff from J. Edgar Hoover, let alone from you.
We came all the way out here to do a job and we're going to do it.
- It's out of bounds! - Now you're repeating yourself!
How come it isn't out of bounds for Tatum?
How come he goes in as much as he wants to?
- What about Tatum? - That's right. What about Tatum?
Howdy, fans. Why, it's like old home week.
Glad to see you, Mac. Mr McCardle, used to work together in New York.
And if it isn't Jessop. Big-hearted Mickey Jessop.
Thanks for the 50 bucks you didn't send me.
Guess he didn't get my wire.
And what do you know? Josh Morgan. Where was it?
Boston? Chicago? All I know is he's got a hernia.
Sitting pretty, aren't you, Chuck? Got everything sewed up,
Leo, the sheriff.
Try to talk to the father, the mother, the wife, and what do I get?
- "See Tatum! See Tatum!" - He's a friend of the family.
Now, what's your beef, fans? You're smart cookies,
big-city newspapermen.
There's a lot of good stories lying around here all yours.
The weather, the crowds, the Indians.
Inside stuff, how they weave a rug.
Cut it out, Chuck. We're all buddies. We're all in the same boat.
I'm in the boat. You're in the water.
Now let's see you swim, buddies.
Tatum, I always knew you were a louse.
Easy, Mr Morgan. You're talking to an officer of the law.
That tin badge will do you no good.
We've launched a protest with your publisher.
Launch it with the sheriff. He's my superior.
All right, we'll take this all the way
to Santa Fe, to the Governor.
- And you know what he'll do. - You bet I do.
He's a fine man, and he'll take action. He'll phone the sheriff.
And I'll write him a letter and tell him I'm doing my duty.
Then you talk to the Governor again, and he'll talk to the Attorney General,
and for all I know, they'll throw me out of here.
Only by that time, buddies, Leo will be out,
and the story is finished. Over, done!
Excuse me, gentlemen. I got a date with Leo.
Popcorn! Popcorn!
Just so you don't think I'm a complete louse,
I do have some news for you.
Put it on a teletype.
Tell your papers Chuck Tatum is available.
Looks like there's gonna be three or four more days of hot copy.
Exclusive. And Tatum is sitting on it.
So let's hear their bids.
Come on, fan.
Of course, it's hard to say what we might run into.
You hit rock and then those layers of shale.
That's what we call a stratified formation. And that means...
Wait just a second! There's Mr Tatum making his way toward the cliff dwelling.
I'm going to try to get him on this microphone.
Mr Tatum! Mr Tatum!
Good. He's coming over this way now.
Mr Tatum, could you spare us a few moments, please?
Just a word or two about Leo and the way things look to you down there.
Well, we're making progress, good progress,
but every second counts in this rescue operation,
and I'm sure your radio audience will excuse me,
as well as Mr Smollett here if he goes back to his post at the drill.
I don't know why they have to use a drill at all.
They don't have to go from the top.
There's a quicker way to get that man out of there.
- What's your name, sir? - My name is Kusac.
I did a lot of mining in my day, silver mining, that is, up in Virginia City.
Now, the way I see it...
Yes, go ahead, Mr Kusac. We're very much interested.
Well, we had cave-ins, quite a few of them.
One that I know of was further in than yours.
Were you ever in a cave-in yourself, Mr Kusac?
- No, not personally. - Well, I was.
Course you might not call it a cave-in exactly,
but I was stuck in an elevator once,
in the store I work in, between the basement and the sub-basement.
It was six hours before they could get me out,
and they had to use a blowtorch to do it.
Right from the top. Just like here.
I'm afraid I gotta be getting back to my crew.
As I was trying to say, we didn't have no big drill.
We didn't need it.
We just hauled in the timber and shored up the walls all the way back.
Now, if we did it that way in Virginia City why can't we do it that way here?
You're not telling me anything I don't know.
I know all about shoring and bracing...
Mr Kusac, you see, this is a cliff dwelling and not a silver mine.
Well, I think it's all the same. A man's underground and you got to get him out.
Did you get your man out, Mr Kusac?
I'm afraid we didn't. We were too late.
Well, then, suppose we let Mr Smollett do it his way, from the top.
Thank you, Mr Tatum. Thank you very much. And thank you, Mr Smollett.
I know I speak for my entire radio audience
when I express my great admiration for both of you.
Mr Tatum is now approaching the entrance to the cliff dwelling
to start another one of his perilous journeys
into the underground mazes of this dread mountain.
As he waves to the crowd, you can hear the tremendous cheer!
Hiya, Leo. What do you say?
Five minutes late this morning.
Sorry. What's the matter?
- Did you eat anything? - I'm not hungry.
- Take your pills? - Yeah.
This afternoon, when the doctor comes,
you better give yourself another injection.
I don't want any injection. It's that drill.
You gotta keep telling yourself, Leo, they're getting closer all the time.
I can't stand it. It never stops.
It's like somebody was driving crooked nails through my head.
Listen to it! It's enough to wake up the dead, I tell you...
Stop!
I'm sorry.
Here. I brought you the paper.
Thanks. Yesterday, I read there were 2,000 people outside.
Today there's over 3,000.
Well, who are they? What do they want?
- They're your friends. - They are?
I guess everybody's got a lot of friends they don't even know about.
Like those guys drilling for me.
Or like you, Chuck. I didn't even know you were alive this time last week,
and now you're my friend. I guess you're my best friend.
Leo, when we get you out of here
I'll be going to New York more than likely.
Then I won't be seeing you any more?
No. I was just about to say
when I'm in New York, I'll bring you out to visit me for a couple of weeks
or as long as you want. Stay right with me.
Hey, you ever been in New York?
Been in Baltimore. Never in New York.
We're really gonna have a great time. You'll see. We'll live it up a little.
New York. Lorraine told me a lot about New York.
Does she talk about me? Is she upset?
Sure. Everybody's upset about you.
- Say, Chuck, what day is this? - Wednesday.
Think there's a chance they can get me out by Friday?
Because Friday's something special.
We're doing all we can.
Because it's gonna be five years that Lorraine and I were married.
You know, things haven't been so good between us.
Maybe this'll make a difference. Maybe we can start all over again.
Maybe I can take her along on that trip to New York.
She's so pretty.
Here you are. Get yourself a red hot! A show-stopping monster for a dime!
We can't let them come in here, Lorraine. Not the carnival!
Quiet, Papa. I told them it was all right.
It is not all right. I won't have them here.
They're paying for it. Good money.
Look at them. Selling balloons here, ice cream, hot dogs.
Everybody's paying for it.
Why don't we just lock up this place and tell everybody to go home?
Because they won't go home.
They'll just park on the other side of the highway and eat someplace else.
Why shouldn't we get something out of it?
I don't want their money. All I want is Leo.
Who do you think the money's for? It's for him when he gets out.
He's always wanted to make some improvements around here,
build some cabins for tourists, buy a new car, have a little money in the bank.
It'll make things easier for him. Doesn't that make sense, Papa?
Mr Tatum!
- How is he? - Pretty good.
Does it hurt him bad? Is he getting any sleep?
Sure, he's fine.
Well, you ought to see him smoking a cigar, reading the paper.
He's making plans.
All the doctor says is he's doing as well as can be expected.
- What does that mean? - Means he's gonna be fine.
Means everything's gonna be fine, doesn't it, Mr Tatum?
- How is he, mister? - Did you see him?
- Is he holding out? - Is he all right?
- What did he have to say? - When do you think they'll get him out?
Go ahead. I guess you need a drink.
Care to join me?
Looks like the only other glass we have is one of these candle jiggers.
Sensational copy you've been sending in.
- Glad you like it. - Had to get out an extra every day.
Circulation jumped 8,000.
What did you come down for? To pin a medal on me?
You've got a medal, and I know how you got it.
What else do you know?
Heard a few things in Albuquerque about how you're handling this story.
I didn't like it. Now that I'm here, I like it even less.
Suppose you stop beating around the bush.
Tatum, you've been putting a halo around that Kretzer sheriff,
so you could hog the whole story. That's the setup, isn't it?
Oh. For a minute, you had me scared. I thought I did something real bad.
You have. Kretzer should be kicked out, not re-elected.
One of these days, I'll get the facts and print them.
I think he's corrupt, rotten, no good.
He's been good to me. So there'll be one more crooked sheriff in the world.
Who cares?
I do. I don't make deals. Not my paper.
Even if it does sell 8,000 more a day.
Hello. Who in Chicago?
Tell them Mr Tatum will be ready to talk in half an hour.
Now then, Mr Boot, I sent you a wire this morning.
- Apparently, you didn't get it. - No, I didn't.
Because you could've saved yourself the trip.
I've quit. I'm not working for you any more.
I'm sorry to hear that, Chuck.
No, you're not. I'm not your kind of newspaperman.
I don't belong in your office, not with that embroidered sign on the wall.
- It gets in my way. - Then it does bother you a little.
Not enough to stop me. I'm on my way,
and if it takes a deal with a crooked sheriff, that's all right with me.
And if I have to fancy it up with an Indian curse
and a broken-hearted wife for Leo, that's all right, too!
Not with me, it isn't. And not with a lot of others in this business.
Phoney, below-the-belt journalism. That's what it is.
Not below the belt. Right in the gut, Mr Boot.
- Human interest. - You heard me. Phoney.
For all I know, there isn't even a Leo down there.
Yes, there is. Tatum made sure of that.
Look, I've waited a long time for my turn at bat.
Now that they've pitched me a fat one,
I'm gonna smack it right out of the ballpark.
Yes? What paper?
Tell Philadelphia to call back in half an hour.
You know what, Chuck?
I had that medicine man stage a whole ceremonial.
Hello, Mr Boot.
Come on, Herbie. Get your things together. We're going back.
Tatum just hit a home run, and the big leagues are calling.
Go ahead, Herbie. Maybe Boot's right. Maybe you'd better go back with him.
But you said I could stick with you.
Give him good advice, Chuck. You can do it.
He's old enough to make up his own mind.
Everybody in this game has to make up his own mind.
I've made up mine.
Hello. Yes?
Sure, I'm ready to talk to New York. Put them on.
Don't be so sorry for him.
What makes you think the Albuquerque Sun-Bulletin
is all that a kid wants out of life?
What makes you think you have all the answers?
They're out of date.
High-button shoes, belt and suspenders,
they're not wearing them any more.
Look at the calendar, Mr Boot. It's the 20th century,
the second half of it!
You don't expect the kid to stand still. He wants to get going. Going!
Going where?
Hello. Who?
Mr Nagel? Not lover boy himself. Well, well.
Tell me, Mr Nagel, did you ever repair that ceiling in your office?
The one you hit the day you told me my services were no longer required.
All right, Tatum. You're a very comical guy.
And I promise I'm gonna laugh. Hard! But not right now.
What about that Minosa story?
Yes, the weather's fine in New York.
No, it's not raining. Yes, she's still here.
Come on, Tatum. How much for the Minosa story? Exclusive!
What? Don't you know there's a war on somewhere?
I'll give you $1,000.
What do you think I got here, a plane crash or a set of quadruplets?
This is a circulation builder.
It'll go another four days. Some beautiful copy coming.
Speak up fast. There's a waiting list.
So you think you've got me over a barrel?
All right, maybe you have!
Give you $1,000 a day. As long as it lasts.
Mr Nagel, you're not getting the point.
It's not just $1,000 a day.
It's that desk of mine I want back when this is over.
You heard me. The old desk, the old job.
Here, here, lover boy, watch that ceiling.
That's more like it.
Now put the contract on the wires. You'll get the first story in an hour.
Oh, one more thing.
See that there's some flowers on my desk with a little ribbon.
"Welcome Home."
This means you, too, fan. We're rounding third.
I'm right behind you, Chuck.
We're coming, we're coming, Leo
So, Leo, don't despair
While you are in the cave-in hoping We are up above you groping
And we soon will make an opening, Leo
We're closer, we're closer, Leo
And soon you'll breathe fresh air
While you are in the devil's prison Keep that spark of life a-fizzing
We'll soon have you out of prison, Leo
Oh, Leo, Leo, Leo, Leo
Be steadfast and keep your spirits high
We're coming, we're coming, Leo
I want to take this opportunity
of thanking you people of the television audience
for the hundreds of letters and telegrams that have been pouring in.
I only wish that I could reach right out there and shake you by the hand,
each and every one of you.
But there's one thing that I want to make plain
to you good people of Los Barrios county.
When election day rolls around
I don't want what I'm doing here to influence your vote one little bit.
Because all I'm doing here is my duty as your sheriff.
We're coming, we're coming, Leo
Leo, don't despair
While you are in the cave-in hoping We are up above you groping
And we soon will make an opening, Leo
We're closer, we're closer, Leo
And soon you'll breathe fresh air
While you are in the devil's prison Keep that spark of life a-fizzing
We'll soon have you out of prison, Leo
Oh, Leo, Leo, Leo, Leo
Be steadfast and keep your spirits high
We're digging, we're digging, Leo
We've come to set you free
We can look you in the eye When you are free beneath the sky
Hey, how about some more ice here?
- Yes, Mr Tatum? - Close that door.
- What can the management do for you? - I'll tell you what you can do.
You can stop playing games with those newsboys.
- They're nice fellows. - They're sharpies.
They'll rope you into a game of 20 questions.
And 20 questions take 20 answers. And one of them may be the wrong one.
Don't worry, Mr Tatum. They just want me to write something for them.
- Write what? - My life with Leo, in three parts.
- I got them up to $750. - Tell them you can't spell.
I told them I'm not interested in their $750.
And you're not interested in $1,000, $2,000 or $3,000, understand?
And I'm not interested in their three-part story, either.
It's the fourth part I'm thinking about.
After I get out of here, I'm figuring on going to New York, too.
Maybe I'll run into you. Maybe you'll buy me a couple of drinks.
Maybe you'll even take me out for a big evening, huh?
How big?
You won't be ashamed of me.
I'm gonna buy me a new trousseau and look real swell.
Why don't you wash that platinum out of your hair?
This is radio station KOAT, Albuquerque.
Bob Bumpas speaking and bringing you
our 10:00 p.m. Special events newscast from Escudero.
This is the fifth night the big drill has been pounding
and grinding its way toward Leo.
The rescue workers are now only 26 feet away.
At the rate they are going, they should reach Leo by this time tomorrow night.
So after 129 hours of being buried alive, at last, freedom seems in sight.
Now put it on your right side, Leo. Underneath your arm.
A little lower. Breathe through your mouth.
Move it down a little.
Breathe. Through your mouth.
- I can't. - Don't talk, please. Just breathe.
Now, on the other side.
I can't any more. Get me Father Diego.
Shut up, Leo. Do what the doctor tells you.
Chuck, don't let me die without the priest.
You don't need a priest. You're not going to die.
Tell him he's not gonna die, Doctor.
Everybody's gonna die someday, Leo. I am. Tatum is. You are.
But you still have a long time ahead of you.
Only you have to help. Now, put it on the left side.
Way over. There. Breathe.
They'll never let me go.
They're getting even with me for robbing their tomb.
They'll never let me go.
- Pneumonia. - How bad?
He told you himself.
- Nobody dies of pneumonia these days. - He will.
You can't lie down here five days and five nights in the same position.
What can you do?
We can get him some oxygen and help him breathe.
How long can he hold out?
Oh, 12 hours.
Unless we get him in a hospital tomorrow morning, he'll be dead.
Chuck. Chuck!
- Yes, Leo? - Tell them to stop the drill.
It's no use. They'll never make it.
Get those ideas out of your head. You're talking crazy.
You'll be out of here by tomorrow morning.
No, I won't.
They'll never reach me by tomorrow morning.
I figured it out myself.
You'll be out of here in 12 hours. Hang on!
You wouldn't be lying to me now, would you, Chuck?
Leo, look at me.
No, you wouldn't. You never have.
Here.
How do you like that dumb snake? I feed him meat. I feed him cheese.
I even caught him some bugs. Won't touch a thing.
What do you think he goes for? Chewing gum!
But only with the silver wrapper on it.
Look at him. He's putting on weight.
Say, Chuck, I think we ought to get together about tomorrow night.
The kid will be out, so let's make a big thing of it.
Now, the moment they bring him up, I wanna shake hands with him.
But I gotta be the first one.
Then I wanna make a speech from the top of the hill.
I want you to write it for me. Something nice and simple.
Hey, what's this?
What are you sending out here? What new development?
What's this all about?
You read it. We'll have Leo out by tomorrow morning.
- We're going the other way. - What other way?
The way we could have gone in the first place, the easy way.
Now why should we do that?
I'll tell you why. Because the guy in there is dying.
That's no good for my story.
When you have a big human interest story,
you've got to give it a big human interest ending.
When you get people steamed up like this,
don't ever make suckers out of them.
I don't want to hand them a dead man. That's why.
- Well, who says he's gonna be dead? - I say so.
Well, maybe he will and maybe he won't, but I know one thing for sure.
If we make that switch now, we got a lot of explaining to do.
People are gonna wanna know a lot of things,
especially them reporter friends of yours.
Like, for instance, why did we have to set up that drill?
Why did we waste five days?
First, let's get him out. Then we'll think of what to tell them.
Why should we stick out our necks? Why not stick to the drill?
We'll speed it up as much as we can,
and if we get him while he's still alive, well, fine.
If we're too late, well, we done the best we could.
It's a better story if we're not too late. I've sent for Smollett.
Smollett's my man, and he's taking my orders.
Wait a minute, Gus.
Sit down.
Now when Smollett comes, you can give him your orders.
Tell him to go in through the cliff dwelling,
shore it up and get him out fast.
Not through the cliff dwelling.
You can't get him out that way any more.
Why?
Because we've been pounding away with that drill too long.
They're all shot, those walls. You can't shore them up now.
Put a lot of men to work in there, and they'll cave in on them.
Don't look at me like that.
I never wanted to use the drill in the first place.
I never wanted to go in on this at all. You know that.
I'm sorry, Mr Nagel. He's not back yet.
No, I don't know where he is.
Well, yes, Mr Nagel, I left word everyplace for him to call New York.
Yes, I know he has a deadline.
Well, of course he hasn't answered the teletype, Mr Nagel.
He hasn't been in all night.
Yes, I know how much you're paying him.
If Tatum said he's gonna send more, he'll send more.
Chuck! Chuck!
- Where are you, Chuck? - Here I am, Leo.
Over here.
I thought you went away.
Put that thing back on your mouth, and take a good long drag.
It's morning, isn't it?
- Leo, you have to breathe that oxygen. - Friday morning.
Come on. Come on, up there.
Make all the noise you want. Hurry up.
I'm all set.
I got one leg out already. See it?
Cut out all that talking, Leo.
Five years today.
I hope she hasn't found the present. I want to give it to her myself.
I hid it in a good place.
In the cupboard of our room, in my old barracks bag.
She'll never find it there. I want her to wear it.
She'll look like a million.
Why is it so hot in here? It's so hot.
'Cause you're talking too much.
Don't be so dumb, using up all your strength!
Breathe that oxygen! Breathe!
Don't you want to get your other leg out?
Yeah, sure. I have to.
So I can walk down the hill, walk home,
walk up the stairs to our room. So I can give her the present.
Up the stairs. Up the stairs. Up the stairs.
I didn't say come in.
Now get out, will you, Chuck? I wanted to surprise you.
I'm changing my type. Going light brown again.
That's the colour it was before I started fooling around with it.
I'm cutting it shorter, too. What do you think?
Herbie's been looking for you all night. Where've you been?
What's that?
Here.
What is it?
- A present. - For me?
It's your anniversary, Mrs Minosa.
- Oh. - Go on, open it. He wants you to have it.
Parisian furs. All the way from Albuquerque.
Gorgeous, isn't it?
They must have skinned a couple of hungry rats.
- Put it on. - Honey,
you wouldn't want me to wear a thing like this.
He bought it for you, didn't he? Now put it on.
Not me. I got enough money to buy me a real fur, a silver fox.
- He wants you to wear it. - I don't care what...
I do.
- I hate it, Chuck! - Don't take it off.
- It's like him touching me. - You know what he said?
He said you'll look like a million.
- Let me go, Chuck. - You know what else he said?
He said maybe you'll love him now after what's happened to him.
Maybe you and he can start all over again.
- Let go! - You're all he talks about.
- You're all he thinks about. - Chuck!
You can buy yourself a dozen silver foxes, but you're gonna wear this.
Don't, Chuck! Don't! I can't breathe!
He can't breathe, either.
Now keep it on.
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah
And a brawla, brawla sooit
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah
And a brawla sooit
Leo.
Father Diego?
- Is that you, Father? - Yes, Leo.
Is Chuck with you?
I'm right here, Leo.
- See that she gets the present, Chuck. - She's wearing it.
She is? How does she like it?
Does she look pretty in it?
Yes, Leo.
Thanks, Chuck.
I'm ready.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
I'm sorry.
Amen.
What's holding up those oil drums? Send them up!
Stop the drill. Stop everything.
Quiet! Quiet, everybody!
Shut off that music and listen!
This is Charles Tatum speaking! Listen to me!
Listen! Listen!
Leo Minosa is dead.
He died a quarter of an hour ago with the drill just 10 feet away.
There's nothing we can do any more. There's nothing anybody can do.
He's dead. Do you hear me?
Now go on home, all of you!
The circus is over.
Operator, get me Chicago!
Operator! Operator! This is a press rush.
Get me New York. Longacre 57598.
What are they doing with that?
They're taking it away. Orders from New York.
You never heard anybody as mad as Nagel.
I don't get it either, Chuck. Where were you?
What's the idea of not protecting your own paper?
You had it all for yourself. You had it first.
- He told me to tell you you're fired. - Get me a drink.
So they moved your piano out, eh? What are you gonna play on now?
Had everything sewed up, didn't you, Tatum?
Everything but the payoff. What slipped up?
Beat it.
Booze yourself out of another job, fan?
The great Tatum. Better wipe his mouth.
Beat it. Beat it.
You heard him. Outside, all of you.
Where do you go from here, Tatum?
Maybe the kid can get you a job on a high school paper.
Put in a call to New York. I wanna talk to Nagel.
Aren't you a little late, Tatum?
- The papers are on the street now. - Don't stand there, Herbie. Get Nagel.
What're you gonna flash to them? How they weave a Navajo rug?
That ought to be worth $1,000 a day.
Look, Tatum, you were good to us. We'll be good to you.
Here's a hot tip. We just got it from the sheriff.
He's gonna dig Leo out yet and give him a big send-off.
Get out.
Get out!
See you in New York when you pick up that Pulitzer Prize.
Get out!
Okay, hold it. Nagel.
Hello, Nagel? Tatum.
Wait a minute. Don't yell at me!
Sure. Sure, I let you down.
I know they're on the street, the other papers.
Sure, sure. Everybody else got the story. Only it's the wrong story.
Shut up, I said!
Leo Minosa didn't die. He was murdered.
Is that the best you can think of?
Stop it, Tatum. You're wasting your breath.
Now let me tell you the story behind the story.
You got drunk yesterday, you were drunk all night, and you're still drunk!
All right, I'm crazy!
But it's only because I took a chance on you!
And I'm giving you your money's worth, a Tatum special.
Something that'll make all the other papers look sick.
Hey, Nagel, you wouldn't be sap enough to hang up on me.
Not now. Listen to this.
"Reporter keeps man buried for six days!"
Now get set for the rest of it.
Nagel! Nagel! Nagel!
New York?
Running a big-city newspaper, that bald-headed idiot.
He won't believe me.
You believe me, don't you?
Yes, I do, Chuck.
Now let me help you. I'll take you to a doctor or a hospital.
Forget the doctor.
We've got things to do.
Like, for instance, re-elect a sheriff.
Come on, fan. We got a deadline.
Come on, Herbie. You're wasting my time.
Sit down. That's your desk.
Now go to work.
What's the matter with everybody? Haven't you ever seen me before?
Go on! It's getting late! Your paper starts printing in an hour.
Mr Boot! Boot! Mr Boot!
Where's Boot?
Yes, Chuck.
How'd you like to make yourself $1,000 a day, Mr Boot?
I'm $1,000-a-day newspaperman.
You can have me for nothing.