The Night Flier Page #3

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with a dry cleaning bag

wrapped around her head.

Bye, bye, Dottie...

Hello, Jimmy.

Made for a killer headline, though.

I'm sorry I bothered you.

That's okay.

I thought maybe we could be friends, but-

Yeah, well.

I guess I was wrong.

Jimmy...

Listen to me now, I don't have friends.

I've got my camera,

my plane and my stories,

That's all I want and that's all I need.

So, if you want a friend,

buy a dog.

No hard feelings.

Help me!

Help me, help me!

Help me!

Help me, help me!

Alright, Morrison, what's so goddamn important?

Our batty friend...

has struck again.

Is that so?

Last night, Duffrey, Maryland.

A little pessant town

Got clean away, too.

You shouldn't let it bother you, Richard.

After all this is a youngman's business...

or... young woman's.

That's right, Katherine found it.

Somehow she tapped into a network

of local law enforcement agencies

what that computer of hers...

searched through 100 murder wires

to find one that fit our bad boy's M.O.,

had the information, waiting for me,

on my desk, as soon as I walked

in the door. Now... that is ambition!

Give me the file.

What do you want me to say,

that I was wrong?

Just that you might've been wrong?

You know what a pussycat I am.

Okay, I might've been wrong,

you happy now?

How very large-hearted of you to admit it.

First this guy Claire Bowie up in Maine,

then Buck Kendall in New York.

And now Ray and Ellen Sarch in Maryland.

There's definitely a story here

that needs to be told.

And I think I hear Dwight

calling your name Richard.

Anybody from the straight press

pick up on this yet?

If you're asking if anyone's suggesting

there's a serial killer flying around

out there, the answer's no.

But the FAA and cops are trying to

keep this hush-hush, it won't be long

Here they are, Mr. Morrison.

We need to know which one to run,

we go to press in 20 minutes.

What's that?

uh... it's tomorrow's edition...

If you want it to be, that is.

So...

What's it gonna be?

You son-of-a-b*tch.

Is that a yes?

Run it.

What's that, plan "B", as in Blair?

Not important.

So, I wanna run this guy's back trail

starting with the first murder we know about,

Bowie up in Maine, right?

What about your Nina Briggs story?

F*** Nina Briggs.

Not me!

Oh, there is one small problem, Richard.

Katherine, I'm afraid I have some bad news.

The story is mine, Mr. Morrison, you gave it tome.

Well, looks like he's taking it back.

Katherine, I apologize about this,

but Dees is back on the story.

Now give him your files, if you would.

Mr. Morrison, if I could just-

Please, I made my decision, just do it.

Thank you, dear.

And I suppose you want this too?

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