Love on the Run

I'll get it!

No, no, never mind.

I'll get it.

I think it's for me.

Maybe it's for me.

Yeah, well I'll

let you know.

Hello?

Good morning.

It's 11 o'clock.

Assassinated! Well give me the details!

Are all newspaper

men lunatics?

Near Saint Gregory's?

Hey, get into

youre Dutch.

Prince... Prince Dittleboomer,

whatever his name is...

that guy who's gonna

marry Sally Parker

has just been

assassinated.

Uh huh. In front

of the Cathedral.

Shot through the heart with an

old copy of the New York chronicle.

It's 11:
00. you see,

Michael, my sweetheart,

I left the call.

Barney, you say things at

times in a way that hurts.

Now we've covered

assignments together

for our dear little

papers all over the world.

Share and share alike.

Yeah. Two for you

and one for me.

Now those are the things

that cut deeply.

Then I'll try to think

of some more of them.

Go on. Get to the tag.

We've both got to cover two

tame assignments, haven't we?

Yep. A Spandermann

stratosphere flight

and the wedding of Sally

Parker to that phony prince.

And for some

bright reason,

you want to cover

the Spandermann hop.

Well, you don't like the baron,

sweetheart, he's a publicity pest.

So why do you want

the assignment?

Well, I used

to fly a bit.

I'm interested

in aviation.

And you think maybe a real piece

of news might break there, huh?

I give you my word.

If anything breaks,

I'll pass it on to you

before I cable it in.

You could have been sitting in the

theatre the night Lincoln was shot

and you wouldn't

have covered me.

I'd have told

you, I swear.

Oh, yeah. You'd have told

me Lincoln shot booth.

Call it.

Heads.

Tails.

You get Parker.

Parker...

Hey, Mike. Take it off.

We want to see the rabbits.

You can't take a rib, huh?

Follow that cab!

Is everything over, sir?

Over? It's just started!

That's the Parker

girl, wasn't it?

The wedding

isn't over, is it?

She looked to me like she'd been crying.

I thought she

was laughing.

Eighth floor,

please.

Hold it a minute

for the baron.

Hello.

How do you do?

I thought you were covering

little Sals meeting festivities.

I am.

What are you

doing here?

Well I finished my

story, Mr. Pells.

Only the unimaginative type

of newspaper man like yourself

would sit through

the ordeal.

I'm off for

a little recreation.

Oh, you're dealing with a

superior mentality, poppo.

Where did you steal

those flowers?

A slight case of

romance, Mr. Pells,

something that'll never

come into your life.

Now listen, Mike,

whenever you get polite this way

you're sitting on something hot.

Now be a pal, will you?

You doubt me, Mr. Pells?

No, I don't doubt you.

I just think

you're lying.

Mein apartment!

Baron! I'd like to have

you meet Mike Anthony.

Just another reporter

on your trail like me.

Ah, a reporter!

Yeah! Wants

a special interview

with the New York

chronicle. Their best man.

They took him off the

Parker wedding to cover you.

Delighted...

flowers for the baroness and everything.

That's the chronicle,

for you.

Baron, this

isn't exactly...

America is waiting for my flight

through the stratosphere, ja?

Look, Baron,

Mr. Pells here...

yes, the latest

photograph

of the baroness

and myself.

The official takeoff is this afternoon.

I have more here.

Yes, that's very nice,

Baron, but...

Pells:
Well, you wouldn't

want to go, would you?

Where are your manners?

You'll excuse

my wife, please.

She's having her

usual salt rub.

Excellent before

I'm flying.

Pells:
What a story-

conditioning.

Mind and body

must be fit.

Noble pair battles elements.

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