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responsible for checking the coupling...

so I followed a couple of

Midrail guys back to the office.

And there he was, Mr. Coupling himself,

waiting in the parking lot.

They whisked him upstairs, but they

left his wife there for the taking.

She told me her husband's name,

but then she clammed up on me.

There was something about the way

she clammed up

made me think

she had something more to say.

By the way, Peter Brackett

was out there tonight.

- You're kidding!

- Don't you worry.

I own this story. Besides,

e little competition's healthy.

Sabrina.

Peter Brackett

is not competition.

No, I was talking about me.

The young groom returned to the last oar

of train 417 with champagne in hand...

and saw his bride

for the last time. Period.

Now quote:
Amy's car was loose.

Period. It was like flyin'.

Apostrophe after the Comma.

And then it was just gone.

Period. End quote. End story.

Huh? Yeah, I know it's thin, but Midrail

isn't talkin', so everyone's screwed.

Yes! Everyone!

Yes, I'm sure.

Jesus! Now I remember

why I became a columnist.

Trust me. No one's gonna get anything else

because there's nothin' else to get.

Mrs. Boggs, this is Sabrina

Peterson with the Chicago Globe.

I'm sorry to call you so late,

but I was wondering if, by any chance...

you're related to the Ray Boggs

that works for Midrail.

- What's Midrail?

- The railroad.

Come on, Ray, you've gotta be

related to somebody in this town.

- Hello?

- Mr. Boggs, good evening, sir.

This is Sabrina Peterson

with the Chicago Globe.

- We already subscribe.

- Okay.

- Hello?

- Mrs. Boggs, this is Sabrina Peterson...

with the Chicago Globe.

- Yes?

- Mrs. Boggs, yes, I think we got out off.

How are you tonight?

What do you want?

I was wondering if you're

by any chance related

to the Ray Boggs that works for Midrail.

- I'm his mother.

- And, uh, yes, that's what I thought.

And I wanted to know, uh, if you knew

about the train crash tonight.

I saw it on the news.

I called Ray right away.

You did. And, uh,

why is that, Mrs. Boggs?

- Well, 'cause of his, um...

- 'Cause of his what, Mrs. Boggs?

And we're back on Good Day, Chicago,

joined today by Peter Brackett...

famous columnist for

the Chicago Chronicle.

Peter's written his very first novel.

it's called White Lies,

and he's here to talk about it.

- Peter, first of ell...

- Yes?

I want to tell you that I could not put

your book down last night.

I have to ask you,

are you Ned Grayson?

Who's Ned Grayson?

- The main character, the detective!

- The detective, Ned Grayson.

Well, I would like to be Ned,

but I tell you...

Thank you.

Nice interview.

Bye-bye.

- ...how did you find time to write a novel?

- Well, uh...

- Globe, please.

- I'll take a Globe.

A Globe.

- I'll take a Globe.

- Could I have a Globe?

- A Globe, please.

- You got any Globes left?

Hey, Cindy.

Jeannie?

No one's gonna get anything else

because there's nothin' else to get.

Guess what? Now I know why

I made you a columnist.

She's an overzealous cub reporter,

second day on the job.

You and I both know I could

scoop her any day of the week.

Yeah? So do it. Tomorrow.

Evans, dig up everything you can

on this Boggs character.

See if he has any friends,

enemies, ex-wives, ex-lovers.

See if he's ever been fired, sued, done time,

owes money, goes to church, pays his bills.

Jeannie, get your head

out of that thing.

Give me the chief of police,

the head of Midrail and the D.A. Sully!

Go down to the train station, nose

around. See if anything smells fishy.

Save me eight inches above the fold.

This will not happen again.

What do you mean

it happened again?

Damn!

- Mr. Brackett? Uh, Mr. Brackett?

- Huh?

- These just came for you.

- Oh, thank you.

I'll tell you we found the coupling

was not defective, all right?

Yeah, but what about the...

What?

Thanks.

- Sabrina Peterson?

- Yeah.

Delivery from Peter Brackett.

Hey, hey,

don't kill the messenger.

- Hi, Peter.

- I was coming back for more.

- Oh, are you?

- Hi.

- Back on the front page!

- Hi!

Pete, it's good

to see you, buddy.

I'm dyin' to read your book, man.

When's it comin' out on tape?

- I gotta get a drink.

- Where'd you disappear to, Smotherman?

I called your office a few months ago,

and they acted like you had the plague.

I know. I'm persona non grate. Didn't you

hear, man? I'm working for the enemy now.

- Don't tell me a Democrat?

- A Democrat and a woman!

- Gayle Robbins. Do you know her?

- Oh, I know the name.

She's a state senator from Wisconsin.

Actually, she's a terrific lady.

She's super bright.

And you know me. I go where duty Calls.

Plus she doubled my salary.

So, Pete, I'm in your book,

right? Come on.

Handsome senator's aide who slips

reporter names of corrupt lobbyists?

- I'm colorful. I'm bigger than life!

- No, Sam, somehow I left you out.

But I'm seriously considering

you for the sequel.

Sure you are. Oh, oh, what is

the story on this train wreck, Peter?

What do you hear? I mean, Midrail

got their ass in a sling, or what?

- Hey, what I hear, you read.

- Mm-hmm.

Speaking of duty calling.

My beautiful date Nadia has returned.

Nadia, old pal of mine,

Peter Brackett.

Actually, Nadia and I have met.

- Once.

- Well, you won't meet again.

Adis, pal.

Keep in touch.

Stoli. Straight up.

- Champagne.

- Thank you.

Hello, Peterson.

Hello, Brackett.

Giving the front page

the night off?

Oh, I put my story to bed

hours ago. How about you?

The press is rolling

as we speak.

- I look forward to reading it.

- You read the Chronicle?

Well, I thought someone

in town still should.

You know, I've been reading

you, too, Peterson.

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by Sabrina J. Peterson.

You were using

your middle initial back then.

I take it as a compliment

that a man of your stature

takes time to research my early work.

Well, your early work

is very entertaining.

I mean, I especially like

the story you did...

blowing the lid off

the Pillsbury Bake-off contest.

You know, entering under a fake name

and baking a pie

without using one Pillsbury product?

- And winning. Let's not forget that.

- Yeah, it's very impressive.

But my favorite is when you went

undercover as a hooker.

Now, I'd have paid to see that one.

I bet you would have.

Oh, by the way...

I never did thank you for the mutt.

He's been quite an addition to my life.

Oh, you're very welcome.

I hope you named him after me.

I certainly did. Yeah, I've grown

real attached to Little Dick.

You know, there's something

about you, Peterson.

- Irritating, aren't I?

- The truth is, you make me itch.

Well, I suggest you get yourself

some calamine lotion...

because I'm loving this town,

and I'm here to stay.

Stop the presses! I got a bulletin.

What? The coppers

are actually offering news?

Guess who just showed up at the station

with a duffel bag and a statement?

- Ray Boggs.

- What'd he say?

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