The Day the Earth Caught Fire Page #4

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comes into this office.

You mean, something has come in.

- Miss Johnson?

- She's out of the office, Sir John.

- Who's there?

- Holroyd, sir.

- Come in immediately, Holroyd.

- Right, sir.

Now, if you don't mind, Stenning...

I suppose there couldn't be some information

that hasn't hit the British public yet.

If there is, you'll get it when everyone

else does, in the official release.

Oh, Miss Johnson,

perhaps you'd take Mr Stenning

down to the press room, would you?

- Of course, sir.

- It's nice to meet an old pal.

- Come this way, please, Mr Stenning.

- Normally, darling, it would be a pleasure,

but at the moment, work before women.

The general pattern is pretty clear,

but until we get the full picture...

- Yes?

- Sir John.

- I have only one question to ask you.

- Who are you?

I think this gentleman's come

to the wrong department.

How are the effects

of the recent bomb

different from all the others

we've managed to survive?

I don't know what your job is, young man,

but it's not mine to speculate.

- Come along, Stenning.

- But they are different, aren't they, Sir John?

- You're not making this any easier...

- All right. All right. Relax.

Good try, old man. But these diabolical

liberties will get you nowhere.

Oh, come off it. You've gate-crashed

for a story often enough.

- Oh, hello. Have you come to fix this?

- Well, I hadn't, but for you, why not?

Oh, I'm sorry.

They said they'd send someone.

Can I help you?

Nearly everyone's gone home.

Yeah, I'd like a copy of

tonight's official line release.

- Tonight's what?

- The official release, sweetie.

Oh, those were all a bit smudged.

It's over-inking. I'll get you a clean one.

We're in a terrible state here.

What with summer holidays and flu,

we're all doing everyone else's job.

It happens to the best of us.

Success. No smudges.

- This is all I get, sweetie?

- That's all you get.

- Wouldn't like a drink, a meal or a lift home?

- That's correct.

- Just for my record, I'd like your name.

- Peter Stenning.

Just for my record, I'd like yours.

- Peter Stenning?

- Yeah.

- Express?

- Oh, you've heard of me.

Oh, yes. And if you're Peter

Stenning, that's not all you get.

- Oh, great, great.

- You get this, too, sweetie.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I have to dive back into the pool.

800 grisly words on thrombosis,

and look what they do to me.

"Stubborn men and

the killer they caught."

What sort of impact heading is that?

I might as well be working

on The Police Gazette.

- You're a bit late, aren't you?

- I'm dedicated.

Sounds like a flash, if anyone's interested.

Personally, I'm not. Good night, punchers.

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