Libeled Lady

Press Room.

Okay.

Hold everything for a new front page!

We're killing the Allenbury yarn.

Hey, Mack, hold everything.

Wait for a makeover.

- What happened, Allen?

- Don't load anymore.

- Hold it, boys.

- Unload all of them.

We're trying to kill a story.

Have any trucks gone out?

- How about it, Joe?

- Number 7.

Call him back.

But he's gone.

Times Square and Columbus Circle.

Rush a motorcycle after him. Hurry up!

We've got to get those papers back.

Every one.

Pete, get on your machine

and stop truck number 7.

Okay.

Phone all the stands on that route

not to sell any papers.

Are you ringing Haggerty?

All right, all right! Try him again.

- Go to Haggerty's apartment. 52nd Street...

- I know where he lives.

Won't he be at church?

Isn't he getting married at noon?

You grab a taxi to the church.

Bring him here.

- I can't bust up his wedding.

- If we don't, it's our funeral.

Step on it! Keep on ringing him.

Don't answer it. I've had enough gags

pulled on me this morning.

Maybe Miss Benton again. I'm afraid...

You're afraid? I'm marrying her,

and you're afraid.

That's loyalty.

She say before, "If you're late,

she going tear down church. "

Even that won't stop it.

No, Ching, I promised I'd meet her

at the altar at the stroke of 12:00.

And there'll be no reprieve

from the governor this time.

- I hope you'll be very happy.

- Yes, said the spider to the fly.

- Very pretty.

- I'm the groom, not the bride.

Take my advice, Ching.

Don't ever get married.

Maybe not so bad, Mr. Haggerty.

My mother and father, they get married.

You're kidding.

Here's to the last mile.

A merry marriage

and many happy comebacks.

Mr. Haggerty!

- What's wrong?

- You're wanted at the office right away.

Good old governor. Good old office!

Run to the church

and tell Miss Benton I've been delayed.

It's awful to bust up your wedding.

Never mind the wedding.

Something break?

- The story they had to kill.

- What story?

The London correspondent

cabled last night.

A swell story on the Allenbury girl.

Connie Allenbury? What kind of story?

She was mixed up

in some scrape at a garden party.

Tried to steal another girl's husband.

- Not Connie Allenbury?

- Yes, sir.

All right, what happened?

Jackson cabled this morning.

It was all a mistake.

It was somebody else.

She wasn't at the party.

And we printed the story?

Holy mackerel! Come on.

Wait. You said not to stop for anything...

but you've got to have your pants.

Yeah, yeah. I gotta have my pants.

Can't I stay away for one day

without somebody pulling a boner?

You call yourself a newspaperman.

Where's your nose?

- My nose?

- Yes, your nose!

That thing fairly reeks of alcohol!

Jackson was drunk.

You got to smell things like that.

You don't need any brains.

All you need is a nose!

- I knew the boss hated her father...

- And her father hates us!

He'd blow us up,

and you hand him dynamite.

The one girl that we should handle

with kid gloves...

and you spread her name

over the front page! What?

- What'll we use for a headline?

- I don't care.

"War threatens Europe!"

- Which country?

- Flip a nickel!

Yes, sir.

The boss is here. He wants you right away.

Does he want me or my job?

Have you got a drink?

There's a fresh bottle on your desk.

I thought you'd need one.

I'll need it, and how.

I knew I'd find you

with a drink in your hand.

- What are you doing here?

- What are you doing here?

What? Didn't Ching tell you?

Yes, Ching told me, and I told him,

and now I'm telling you.

I won't stand for it.

You can't do this to me, Warren Haggerty.

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