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be inappropriate?

Who would tell on them?

Who would do

something like that?

Some jealous dimwit.

Yes, yes,

jealous, definitely.

PENELOPE:
...on the beat.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.

PENELOPE:
Listen to the beat.

May I help you?

Yeah, if I wanted to find a newspaper

article, how would I do that?

Do you know

the periodical?

Do you know the author?

Yeah, I know the author.

Huh.

Doesn't say she died.

Hi, Gina.

I need to speak to Donna.

It's Campbell Babbitt.

GINA:
Hold on, Babbitt.

Donna will talk to you.

Hi.

- Hi.

A bunch of us are getting

together tonight at Peggy's,

you know, the girl

in the wheelchair.

Her parents are

out of town.

She's got a heated

pool and a hot tub.

Get out of the cold

and wet.

You should come,

you know, for the article.

Of course.

842 Hemlock Drive.

Okay.

You going to

remember that?

Yeah.

How are you going to do that

if you don't write it down?

Half of eight is four,

half of four is two

and Socrates killed himself

by drinking hemlock, so...

The Greek guy?

Indeed.

"Indeed."

(STUTTERING) No, I'm still here.

I'm waiting.

Why did he kill himself?

Well, he was

arrested and he thought

the charges

against him were a joke,

so he did it as

a kind of protest.

I bet you know why

he was arrested, too.

Maybe.

Two charges.

Disrespecting the gods.

They didn't like independent thinkers

then anymore than they do now.

The second reason?

Corrupting the young.

Indeed.

Are you trying to

educate me, Mr. Babbitt?

Just in case your memory

isn't what it used to be.

Come on.

842 Hemlock.

See you tonight.

- Okay.

DONNA OVER PHONE: Campbell?

Campbell, are you there?

Gina, I don't hear him.

Campbell?

Oh, hi, Donna.

Yes, listen...

DONNA:
Shut up and sit down.

Are you sitting?

Yeah, sure.

We just got advance word.

You, my dear,

are on the shortlist for...

Are you ready?

What?

The Pulitzer Prize.

(DONNA LAUGHING)

The goddamn

f***ing Pulitzer Prize.

What for?

What for? Angela.

What else, you nitwit?

Um.

He said "um."

Listen.

Call me tonight, all right?

You still have

my home phone?

No. Give it to me again.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

World newsroom.

DONNA:
I need you down here

first thing in the morning.

We're going to

hook you and Angela up

to an interview with

one of the affiliates.

(STUTTERING) No.

We can't do that.

We can't?

Angela wouldn't go for it.

What happened? Did the two of

you have a spat or something?

No. F*** off.

I was bad.

Yeah. Damn right.

Listen, why don't you give me

her number and I'll call her?

Campbell, do you want

to win this thing or not?

No.

No. God, no.

Angela's not dead.

I'm sorry. I don't know where

you would have heard that.

I see. Okay. Thank you.

Huh.

(ROCK SONG PLAYING)

# I don't know what's wrong

with this mess it's my calamity

# Baby, go on,

pleasure me, whisper in my ear

# There is something happening

We're on a different frequency

# Louder than my cavalry

coming on the hills

# I don't wanna cry...

(INAUDIBLE)

Oh, my God.

# I don't want to cry

with people talking

# I don't want to stand here

and feel sorry #

Hi. You must be Peggy.

Oh, lucky guess.

You must be the reporter

everyone wants to f***.

Hey.

Hello.

Hey, watch the trousers.

(GIRLS CHUCKLING)

I didn't notice that.

Sorry. Hi.

Okay.

You found it.

- Yeah.

This was his copy.

I think he would have

wanted you to have it.

Where did you find this?

It was in his desk.

Those drawers were locked.

I happened upon some keys.

I like your style.

CAMPBELL:
I can't stay.

Why not?

I've gotta go

back to New York.

But what about the article?

They don't guarantee they're

going to print everything,

so I don't have any

control over that.

Won't you just sit

down for a minute?

Are you nervous

about something?

CAMPBELL:
I'm just antsy.

You know,

I want to get going.

The weather's

terrible, so...

Look at Peggy.

You know what happened?

She got hit by

a Yum-Yum Chicken truck.

Made a bundle

off the lawsuit.

They put her in the Shed because

it's handicapped-accessible.

That really pissed her off,

so she snapped or something

and I guess they decided

she really did belong there.

What made you belong there?

Too many mistakes,

I guess.

Don't worry

about it, Fenster.

Okay.

Hey, you know you've got a

real sleek wheelchair, Peg.

Some of them have

got no style and stuff,

but yours has got

real lines, you know?

My grandpa, he actually,

like, invented stuff

for handicapped people,

like crutches and walkers, and...

You told me he was

a movie director.

Yeah, he did that first.

Hey, that must be

you from...

PEGGY:
Fenster, come on.

Yeah. Coming.

They've all just

forgotten him already.

Of course,

we have you now.

The question is,

what are you going to do with us?

(SIGHS)

I really have to go.

No, you can't.

You haven't interviewed me.

Do you need a hand

with that at all?

Keep talking, Fenster.

Tell me about your

grandmother or something.

Okay, yeah. She was

friends with everybody,

you know, like,

everybody in the neighborhood,

like, presidents and

famous guitar players and...

She spoke Latin and

she liked horses a lot.

She actually had a couple of horses,

and she could drive a blimp.

Yeah, she was actually one

of the first to ever do that.

Fenster,

I need you to

do me a favor.

Like?

- Like...

Why me?

Because no one

will ever believe you.

I need you to...

Okay.

Yeah. Sure, Peg.

Okay.

(SUE SCREAMING)

SUE:
You run like a girl.

ANN:
I am a girl, you dink.

Where's the reporter?

He'll be back.

What does it

feel like, Fenster?

I need to know

what it feels like.

I don't know.

You don't know?

Good.

What do...

What do you mean, good?

You're pulling my...

- Good?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

# A love like that

# Does it have to be

a love like that? #

Ibuprofen. You-buprofen.

We-all-buprofen.

Ah. Mother's little helper.

Hi, Tess.

I know you lied

about that woman, Angela.

Remember? She's dead.

You really f***ed me

up with that story.

You really got us all

feeling so bad for you.

But she's not dead,

is she?

So what,

you read my articles?

Yeah.

I went to the library.

I was reading about this

woman and her poor son.

It doesn't say she died.

You just killed her off,

I mean, to buy our sympathy.

I mean,

what kind of a**hole lies?

I didn't kill her off.

- Yeah, you did.

You lied about Angela.

I didn't...

You lied about knowing Mr. C.

I mean, what...

I didn't lie.

What's wrong?

Nothing, I'm fine.

(VOMITING)

Are you okay?

You have some...

You've still got some stuff.

It's this stomach

virus that I have.

Maybe you should go home,

(SCOFFS)

unless that's where

you caught the virus.

What's that

supposed to mean?

Just, you know...

Just what I said.

Oh, f*** you.

Seriously, f*** you.

Don't think you know me.

You don't f***ing know me.

Hey, hey. Just...

- You don't know anything about me!

Hey, listen, just because

you have problems at home...

F*** you!

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