It Happened to Jane Page #4

- Boy, isn't that swell?

I'd better go home and fix supper.

Come on, kids.

- Can I stay a little longer?

- I'll watch the boy.

You wanna stay more than he does,

don't you?

Maybe I do, at that.

Okay, sweetheart, don't be late. Bye.

Let's have a dry run, Uncle Otis.

- Are you coming?

- Yeah.

Jane Osgood, you should have given me

this story last night.

It's true, huh? It must be.

Here's 97 and you in it.

We'll give a party, a masquerade

and I'll come as a conductor.

Listen, I want the facts.

From the beginning. Shoot.

We don't want any publicity.

We just want to get this thing settled.

Why don't you run back

behind the switchboard?

Because I'm a newspaperman first,

that's why...

and Clarence is very efficient.

One more scoop like that two-headed calf

over in High River...

and I know the Mirror will put me on steady.

Look, Matilda. It's really very simple.

We sued the E&P, we won...

and they wouldn't pay.

Yeah, and they're appealing,

which is their right.

- So I took their train.

- You levied execution.

- That's what I did.

- The bums, serves them right.

- Go on, Janey.

- That's the whole story.

- What will you do with old 97?

- Good question.

I'm gonna make them pay, Matilda.

Good girl. Give it to them.

Boy, this ought to put me on straight salary.

Get out of my chair.

And stop drinking my beer.

There's no community property

in this state, you know.

Clara. Give me a trunk to New York.

No, I'd better hold.

Hit me. Eight?

You've got to have that cat spayed.

They're gonna eat you

out of house and home.

New York? Bangor, this is my trunk.

Hello, New York. This is Cape Anne, Maine...

calling the New York Daily Mirror collect.

Murray Hill 2-1000 will speak to anyone

on the city desk.

Matilda Runyon, correspondent.

After this, buy your own.

Are you telling me

she's got one of Harry Malone's trains?

Now, listen, Mr. Russell,

I can dictate this story to you right now.

I'll hire the photographer for the pictures.

You just give me rewrite.

Hold on to your hat.

What's the nearest airport?

Bangor.

Good. Now listen carefully.

I want you to get to this Osgood woman.

Stay with her. Sit on her if you have to...

but don't let her talk to anyone

until my man gets there. Got that?

Yes, sir.

Hall, Michaels.

Come on, Clarence, climb up here.

- Matilda, honey?

- One can.

Take a cab to the Teterboro Airport

in New Jersey.

I'll charter a plane for you.

The closest airport to Cape Anne is Bangor.

- You'll rent a car there. And, Larry?

- Yes, Jim?

I'm going to hold the front page open.

That means you file by 10:00 tonight...

and get an eight-hour beat

on the whole country.

You...

shoot the train, shoot the widow,

shoot her kids. Then drive to Bangor.

There's a wire photo transmitter there.

How about some lobster shots?

I can get all the lobsters I need

at the Fulton Fish Market. Now move it.

- Anything else, boss?

- No.

- Good night, boss.

- Yeah.

It was that courageous young widow...

who refused to bow

before the Goliath of big business...

and here in Cape Anne,

fired a shot heard around the world...

like her ancestors before her

in this glorious state of Maine.

- Massachusetts.

- No, Betty, we're in Maine.

We're in Maine, but the shot heard around

the world was fired in Massachusetts.

- Concord, Massachusetts.

- I knew that, smarty.

Of course you did. We all did.

Thank you very much, Betty and Billy.

Now let's talk to a man who 35 years ago...

- They were the Minutemen.

- So they were, Betty.

...took old 97 out of Boston.

"On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five

"Hardly a man is now alive"

Thank you. As we were saying, folks,

here before our television camera...

is an old hand in railroading,

Otis Denham, retired engineer.

- How are you, Otis?

- As fit as she is.

Raring to go. Say, isn't old 97 a little dated?

Dated? She's better than those coffeepots

they're using now.

She's got a boiler that'll give you 350

pounds of pressure as long as you ask her.

She's a lively girl, mister.

- You seen Janey around?

- Not this morning, George.

- George who?

- My nephew, George Denham.

- He's Janey's lawyer.

- Hi. How are you?

- She's not at home.

- You're the young fellow...

Here's a scoop. Standing beside

his Uncle Otis is George Denham...

the young backcountry lawyer who brought

a huge corporation to its knees.

Millions of little people

just like yourself are waiting...

to hear from your own lips, your own story,

the story that proves...

once again, the eternal glory of America.

The story of equal opportunity for all

where no man is bigger than his neighbor.

Would that my voice could carry behind

the Iron Curtain, ladies and gentlemen.

For here, in this tiny village,

beneath the rock-bound coast of Maine...

the eternal drama of America

is being enacted before your very eyes.

There he goes, folks. Too modest to talk.

Too brave to bow

before Harry Foster Malone.

I'd like to see that man's

war record some day.

Old 97.

Billy Osgood!

Where's your mom? Do you know?

The man with the pipe came and got her

this morning.

Man with the pipe? Oh, the reporter.

- Where did they go, do you know?

- He asked her to show him the town.

Thank you.

George Denham sits there. You met George?

Yes, I met George.

Hank sat here. Hank was my husband.

- And this is the Boyd pew.

- Boyds?

- I was Jane Boyd. The last of the Boyds.

- The last?

Mother died when I was born

and that left Dad and me.

Dad was the town historian.

A Boyd helped settle Cape Anne.

A Boyd built this church.

I envy you.

It must have been fun growing up here.

It was, Mr. Hall, it really was.

This is where the choir sits, right here.

I'll never forget

I got my first proposal right here.

- Are you sure you want to hear all this?

- I want to know all about you.

- Go on. Who proposed to you?

- George.

Denham?

Yes, he asked me to marry him

between hymns.

I think we were 11 at the time.

Now, Hank, that was a different thing.

He didn't ask me. He told me.

We were out clamming one night,

and he said to me:

"We're getting married tomorrow,

and I've arranged everything."

- I was so mad, I hit him with a clam.

- Why should you be mad?

Well, I wanted an engagement ring.

So he arranged that, too.

Took the car keys off the key ring,

put the key ring on my finger, and said:

"Okay, now you're engaged."

Hank's the one we couldn't find

when we played run-sheep-run.

Where did he hide?

Here. Right under there.

- Hi, Mr. Lowe.

- Hi, Janey, good fishing today.

Good.

"Who here rests in eternal peace...

"was born here and left his family to fight

for freedom in the war of the Revolution...

"and who returned and died here.

July 14, 1792."

Thank you, Mr. Boyd.

- How about the town hall? Like to see it?

- All right.

It's right over here.

Hi, Mr. Lowe.

She was here, George. Nice-looking fellow.

- Wanna see where you are right now?

- Yeah.

That's Cape Anne, and that's the town hall,

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