The Front Page Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1974
- 105 min
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or "Quick, Henry, the Flit"?
You bet.
For $150 a week.
Jesus, Hildy.
You're a newspaperman,
not some f*ggot
writing poetry
about brassieres
and laxatives.
It's all set. We got 300 extra newsboys
for tomorrow morning.
St. Paul's Parochial School
is gonna be playin' hooky.
We'll cover Chicago
like a blizzard.
Goodbye, Duffy.
Watch the diabetes.
Walter, it's been fun.
What does he mean
by that?
He's leavin' us.
Gettin' married.
Yeah?
That hostess
You're not even close.
This is
a very classy dame.
Philadelphia. Studied to be
a concert pianist.
Where the hell would you meet
a concert pianist?
Well, actually,
she's a widow.
Husband cracked up
in a brand-new Packard.
Only had 18 miles on it.
So, to support herself
she's playing the organ
at the Balaban & Katz Theatre.
The one in the Loop?
Yeah. We've been
dating three months.
Jeez, why didn't you
tell me?
I would've thrown you
Oh, no, no.
I know your farewell parties.
When Ben Hecht was
leaving for Hollywood,
you slipped a Mickey
in his gin fizz.
It took four of us to get him
on the California Limited.
Well, look at him now.
Sitting under those goddamn palm trees,
writing dialogue
for Rin Tin Tin.
What's the matter
with you guys?
You're traitors,
all of you.
If it isn't Hollywood,
it's Broadway or Paris.
Write the great
American novel.
Be Scott Fitzgerald. Christ!
And now,
you're gonna sell out.
The last real newspaperman
I got on this sheet.
Don't give me
that Vaseline, Jocko.
When you did that interview
with Earl Williams in the death house,
our circulation
went up 75,000.
It's been your story
right from the beginning.
You can't run out now.
Can't I? Watch me.
Because, hot or cold,
rain or shine,
I'm gonna be on the midnight train
to Philadelphia.
Okay, you ungrateful
son of a b*tch.
I picked you up
when you were a nothing,
covering Polack weddings
on the South side.
I taught you
everything I knew.
And now when I need you,
you stab me in the back.
Well, I can take
the greenest cub out there
and turn him into
a better reporter than you ever were.
Fix him another Bromo.
Get out of here, you lousy,
double-crossing heel.
Well, as long as
there's no hard feelings.
You really gonna
let him go?
In a pig's eye.
Marrying some dame
that plays the organ
from Philadelphia,
for Christ's sake.
# When the wind is free #
# Take good care of yourself #
# You belong to me #
# Get to bed by 03:00 #
# Take good care of yourself #
# You belong to me! #
# Be careful
crossing streets #
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