Teacher's Pet
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- 1958
- 120 min
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Now you can see the eleVators|leading up to the executiVe offices.
Step right in,|ladies and gentlemen.
That's the idea. That's fine.
And now if you'll just get up|a little closer to the table...
you'll all be able|to View this room quite well.
This, ladies and gentlemen,|is the City Room...
the heart centre of eVery newspaper.
Here you see only a handful...
of the 2,500 highly-trained specialists|employed by the Evening Chronicle.
Men and women who work tirelessly...
not only in this Vast building,|but in eVery country in the world.
Editors, reporters, photographers...
who become your eyes and ears|in war and peace...
who make it possible for you|to sit in your chair...
and witness history in the making.
Men and women who uphold the highest|tradition of American journalism...
and are dedicated to the task|of making you...
the best-informed newspaper reader|on this earth.
These are some of the papers you saw|printed only a few minutes ago.
The first copies are rushed up...
to be distributed|to the editors and reporters...
so they can be checked|in case there are any mistakes.
In this department, the news of the city|is funnelled through the City Desk-
Which one's the city editor?
I'll get to that in a moment, madam.
Headed by the city editor|who's seated there...
in the centre of the room...
- facing his entire staff.|- That's Mr. Gannon.
- Yes?|- Yes, James Gannon, madam.
At the far end of the room|is the office of our Managing Editor...
whose name is Lloyd Crowley.
And down the hall, Col. J.R. Ballantine,|our publisher.
And now, ladies and gentlemen,|what you may find of interest next...
is what we term|in newspaper parlance the morgue.
So if you'll just follow me|right oVer here...
I'll be Very happy|to show you what we haVe.
Mr. Gannon, could I talk to you-
I don't care what his brother thinks.|It won't sell a paper.
Get me a quote with lace on it.
- Mr. Gannon-|- Archard! Where's the City Hall story?
- Can I talk to you?|- You want to talk to me about what?
My son.
I don't know how you got in here|or who you are, but I'Ve got a-
I'm Mrs. KoVac. My Barney|works for you. That's who I am.
Oh.
Barney's mother?
- Why, glad to meet you.|- Yeah, I bet you are.
Say, Jim, Fisher's calling in.|He's down at BelleVue.
Some dame tried to commit suicide|oVer a guy.
Swallowed a whole bottle|of sleeping pills.
That's the business to be in:|sleeping pills.
You want to send a cameraman?
Depends on who she is. Find out-|Wait a minute.
Mr. Gannon.|Yeah.
He says they pumped out her stomach,|and they only got a quart of bourbon.
That's not a bad business either.
- In that case, no pictures.|- I'Ve been trying for weeks to see you.
I can't get you on the phone.
I haVe to take a tour.|What are you, the President?
We'Ve got a paper to get out,|and your boy helps us do it.
- You should be proud.|- He's just an errand boy.
- Copy boy.|- Same thing.
Do you want me to start him|as managing editor?
I want you to fire him.
Mr. Gannon,|he's gotta go back to school.
- What for?|- What for?
'Cause I want him to get educated,|what for.
So did his father.
Mr. Gannon, his father worked|all his life...
in an oVercoat factory|on SeVenth Avenue.
He took a dictionary with him eVery day|in his lunch pail.
"But, Edna," he said to me...
God rest his soul, he said:
"You get Barney educated.|That's the golden key. "
Gannon.
Try it tomorrow.
This is okay. Andrews'll get you|quotes from the Deputy Mayor...
and you and he can|get together on a sidebar.
- Did you hear what I just said?|- Certainly.
He took the dictionary with him|eVery day in his lunch pail.
"Edna," he said, God rest his soul...
"get Barney educated.|That's the golden key. "
With all due respect, Mrs. KoVac...
you see that fancy-Dan oVer there|clipping pictures out of the paper?
He's got a golden key: Phi Beta Kappa.
I keep him around for laughs.
This letter from some professor|up at the uniVersity...
E.R. Stone.
Would I faVour them|by appearing as guest lecturer...
in one of their|night school journalism classes?
Me, Jim Gannon,|who neVer went to high school.
So what's it got to do with Barney?
Barney wants to be|a newspaperman.
He'll never learn that in school.
Your baby's grown up, Mrs. KoVac.
He's old enough to decide|his future for himself.
Yeah, how can he decide when|he don't eVen know what he don't know?
Mr. Gannon, I think...
if he was educated,|who could tell what he could find-
One thing he won't find is another|chance like he's got here with me.
I'm teaching him his business.
During lunch,|I let him take a whack at a news story.
Then when I get the chance,|I show him his mistakes.
I didn't need him,|I put him on as an extra...
- because I, well...|- You wanna play father?
Mr. Gannon, kids don't come that easy.|You haVe one first.
You wash his diapers,|you stay up nights with him.
You loVe him and worry about him|for about 18 years...
and then maybe|you haVe a right to tell him what to do.
Gannon.
Hello, Peggy. Yeah.|How are you, honey?
Sure, I can see you tonight.
It's Tuesday.|Aren't you gonna play poker?
I haVe got a Very important conference,|but I could get there for the last show.
What? A new joint? The Bongo Club?
Yeah, sure, I know where it is.
Yeah, I'll see you later, honey.
All right, Mrs. KoVac, I'll talk to Barney.
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