Deadline - U.S.A. Page #2

Uh, any objections?

Would it make

any difference?

None. Then I have no objections.

The reason it was decided

- Must we go into detail?

I don't feel well.

My entire staff

feels the same way.

Oh, Ed. What do Alice or

i know about newspapers?

Gives you an income.

We never even come down here

except twice a year for meetings.

You're invited

every day.

Mrs. Courtney's husband feels the money

could be invested more wisely elsewhere.

John Garrison founded this paper,

not Mrs. Courtney's husband.

We're taking care of you, Ed. What?

We always try anyhow. You're to

get one percent of the sale price.

Your share will amount to slightly

more than $50,000. Thank you.

You're to notify all personnel

they will receive two weeks' pay.

- In the meantime - Wait a minute,

this sounds as if we're being closed down.

Who's buying the day? What

difference can it make?

To the 1500 people who work for

you, it makes a lot of difference.

Well, who is buying it?

Or are you ashamed of it?

Lawrence white

is the buyer.

White? We're being sold to The Standard.

Oh, I think

I'm going to vomit.

So do I.

Mr. White's paper

is very successful.

He will undoubtedly make

this one more profitable too.

It won't be this paper anymore.

It'll be lost in The Standard.

As far as we're concerned,

his offer is a generous one.

He's only buying our circulation,

features and goodwill.

He's eliminating his

competition, that's all.

Mrs. Garrison, you've got to stop them.

Your husband created a new kind

of journalism, and you helped him.

Take a look at the first

paper you ever printed.

Here. Page one.

Quote:

"This paper will fight

for progress and reform.

"We'll never be satisfied

merely with printing the news.

"We'll never be afraid

to attack wrong,

Whether by predatory wealth

or predatory poverty."

You're not selling

the day, you're killing it.

The hearing to approve

the sale will take place...

in surrogates court

day after tomorrow.

You'll be there, of course.

I never go to funerals.

I think

i like that man.

Too excitable, much.

It might be advisable to replace

him until the sale is consummated.

Oh, shut up.

Please.

Stop it! Stop it!

Come on. Get him, Frank.

Kill him, Frank. Kill him.

Hey, cut it out.

You all right?

In the pink.

Yeah.

What happened?

One punch, six pushes, two kicks,

lots of hollerin', no decision.

Henry? Well, I was settin'

there, minding my own business-

He's been asking for it. Heard

the rumor. Quit without notice.

Took a job at the record.

The rumor? Well, how

about it, Mr. Hutcheson?

Is it a rumor? We have a right

to protect ourselves, haven't we?

Well, go ahead.

Tell us we got

nothing to worry about.

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