While the City Sleeps Page #2

Oh!

Uh... on your way,

Will you tell Mobley to come in?

Harry:
whew...

well?

You're on.

What-

So, you're Edward Mobley.

Deepest sympathy, Mr. Kyne.

Sit down.

Thank you.

You're the fellow who wrote the book.

Every time the old man got

sore at me, which was often,

He used to talk about you...

Mobley this and Mobley that.

I got pretty sick of it.

Yes, I can imagine you did.

Those three who were just in here

Made their opinion of me pretty plain-

Amos Kyne's idiot son.

I suppose you feel the same.

Frankly, I don't feel qualified

To feel any way about you, Mr. Kyne.

Other publishers took their sons in

And taught them the business,

But not him.

Till I get the hang of things around

here, I'm going to need some help-

Not that I don't intend to run things

in my own way, from behind the scenes.

I've got an idea.

It's a great idea,

if I do say so myself.

I'm going to create a new job-

Executive director...

someone to do the actual work.

What do you think of it?

It sounds like a step your

father would have approved.

My father is dead.

This is my plant now.

I'm going to get myself a gimmick-

Something that will

set the three of them

Scrambling for the new job.

What do you think of that?

I'd rather not say.

When I have them dangling on the string,

When they realize that I hold their

Entire lives in my hands...

they won't sneer. Now, tell me...

could even he have thought

up an idea like that?

No. Never!

Anything further?

Not for now.

Then good morning.

"Dear Walter Kyne,

"Before your father died,

I was working on a...

"tryout with Midwest television,

"Which could be immensely profitable.

"During these trying days of mourning,

"I have not wanted to disturb you,

But let's have a conference

as soon as possible. "

All right, Nancy. Get that

out in the morning. That's all.

Yes, sir.

What's Griffith doing in there

For half an hour with Walter Kyne?

Good night, miss Donner, Mr. Loving.

Good night. 'Night.

Mil... until I clinch this new job,

I'm going to be like a

cat on a hot tin roof.

Oh, love, the boys have

gotten out of betting line.

You're their favorite and mine-6 to 5.

It's not that simple.

I'm plumping with everything

that I can think of:

This Midwest deal, influence...

I've written dozens of letters.

I'll have the pressure pouring in,

But Kyne keeps harping

on this murder thing,

As if solving it could be a factor.

Now, do you suppose that-

Why not?

It does credit to a better

brain than Walter Kyne's.

Yes. He'd get a scoop

and an executive director,

Without the trouble of

making up his little mind.

There's the guy now!

Darling, I thought you liked Jon.

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