Scandal Sheet Page #3

- McCleary, the human yes man.

Hey, Julie!

- Hello, Charlie.

- Charlie.

- How are you, Barnes?

- Fine, Mark. You're looking fit. McCleary.

Thank you.

What goes on? Are you ghosting

Allison's features, Charlie?

No, he's helping me with research

for that series

on historical monuments in New York.

You couldn't pick a better man.

I ought to know.

Remember those old days, Mark?

Like the time I cut the phone cables

at the Lindbergh trial?

You scooped me. Almost cost me my job.

Scooped you, the wire services,

scooped everybody. That was the year...

That was the year you won the Pulitzer Prize.

Listen, Mark.

This stuff I've been doing for Julie, it's...

- Mark, I think I'm ready to go back to work.

- That's fine. I'm glad to hear it, Charlie.

How about it, Mark? How about a job?

- Why not?

- Thanks.

- Charlie, I'm so proud of you!

- This is gonna take a little juggling.

I won't be able to do anything right away.

Look, Charlie, I'll call you.

We're late, we gotta rush.

Sure, Mark, I know how it is,

always on the go.

- Coffee in the morning? Skinners?

- Sure thing, Julie.

All the time I thought you were a...

- How much did you give him?

- $10. He earned it.

Ten bucks?

- Buy a lot of whiskey.

- Did you see that rum-dumb?

- Come midnight, he'll be in the gutter.

- Now, wait a minute.

He's an alky, Julie.

You shouldn't give an alky

more than a buck at a time.

You're liable to kill him.

Ten bucks, he can take a bath in it.

But... Well, this job

will change everything for him.

Job? I wouldn't have him in my office,

let alone on my staff.

In you go, sucker. Where are you going?

I'm not going to let him go off believing this.

- Do you want to break his heart?

- Do I? What do you think you're doing?

I'm giving him hopes and dreams.

A rummy like that lives on dreams.

- He's happy. Why spoil it?

- Happy? Happy like your Lonely Hearts,

looking forward to those big romances

they've been promised?

- Only Charlie's romance is with a bottle.

- Get in.

Biddle, don't leave that camera at half mast.

Stop goldbricking on the other guys.

I must have got 100 shots already,

Mr. Chapman. My arm's giving out.

You've only started. I want shots of people

from every state. Now start shooting.

How are you doing, princess?

Well, it's an effort,

but I'm trying to keep from screaming.

You were a real bundle of laughs

during dinner, too.

Why don't you simmer down now?

You're not so pretty

when your feathers are all ruffled.

Don't, Steve. I'm in no mood for levity.

- Do you feel like dancing?

- Do you figure that'll smooth my feathers?

I've got a great idea for you. Grab yourself

one of these Lonely Heart boys.

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