While the City Sleeps

Yes?

Drugstore.

Miss Judith! Package!

It's a charge. Take it, pop.

After you go out for dinner, I come back

And permanent-Fix the plumbing.

Judith:
fine.

I use my pass key.

You don't worry about nothing.

Thanks for everything.

Good night, pop.

Good night!

Oh.

Drugstore again.

I:

- I think I left the wrong package.

A minute later, I'd

have been in the tub.

No, my name's on it.

Sorry.

Mm-Hmm.

Aah!

turner entertainment group

Mr. Mobley, you're on

the air in 15 minutes.

Just a minute, Gus.

Oh, boy!

Have the copy put on the idiot sheet.

Please, Mr. Mobley.

"Ever on the alert to serve its

Mr. Loving's office.

Tell that boss of yours to stop purring

Over your shoulder while he dictates.

Shut your obscene face!

You want a drink later...

at your place?

Oh, no. We've tried my place.

What would you suggest

- Madison square garden?

I'm sorry, Mr. Loving. That Mobley-

I've told him and told him.

Well, frankly, Nancy, I don't blame him.

I sometimes wish these walls

were not made out of glass.

"And the kind news service,

ever on the alert... "

"Ever on the alert... "

Hello.

Going home, Mildred?

Oh, darling, I don't have to.

There are two schools of

thought about that mink.

One is that a syndicate bought it,

And the other is that mark loving

shelled out for the whole thing.

Well, why don't you

get me alone some night,

And I'll tell you all?

That's a good offer.

You ought to find out

just how good. Bye.

Hey! Mr. Bright eyes?

Yes, sir?

See what's in the city news ticker, huh?

Right.

Get mark loving in here!

And Jon Day Griffith! And Harry Kritzer!

Mr. Kyne?

And Ed Mobley, too!

Mr. Kyne! You promised

the doctor no more work-

A murder story has just come in, miss

Dodd! It's a lulu, and they're blowing it!

Mr. Griffith, Mr. Kyne

would like to see you.

Mm-Hmm.

Gentlemen?

Mr. Griffith.

Hmm? Oh.

I don't like to have

my wire service beat

By every other one in the country.

Why, it's just another murder.

I suggest that the life of a human being

Is not beneath your consideration.

All right. I'll get onto it myself.

Jon? May I remind you

That your first edition is

on the street at 7 p. m.?

All I've got left is the final.

I'll put this on page 2.

How many women in the

united states use lipstick?

How many women are there?

I want every one of them scared silly

Every time she puts any on!

Call this baby "the lipstick killer"-

Smack across the front page!

Whatever you say, Amos.

How about pictures?

I'll send the men out right away.

Kyne:
and I'll send you a

special letter of commendation.

Now, get out of here, both

of you, and get to work.

Do you want me to feature

this thing on my telecast?

Ed, I'm real jumpy.

So am I. I'm on the air in 4 minutes.

Who's going to run the whole

show when my carburetor conks out?

You'll do that yourself for many a year.

Kyne enterprises...

something that's taken a lifetime

of brains and guts to build...

and in all that lifetime, I find

I've made only two big mistakes.

Well, I'm surprised that

you admit to that many.

One-My son Walter. I

killed him with kindness:

Polo ponies, yachts, women...

especially women he married.

Second-

I think you're looking in my direction.

Why didn't you want

to fill my shoes, Ed?

Where was your ambition?

I'm content the way I am:

Just to be able to write

a book now and then,

Keep my nose clean... I

have no appetite for power.

I'm not talking about power.

It's a bigger thing-

The responsibility of the

free press to the people.

In this country, it's the

people who make the decisions.

If they're to make

their decisions right,

They have to have

all the facts that we-

Oh, I didn't mean to cut you off, but...

Amos!

Announcer:
it's 11:00,

Amos! Amos! And Kyne enterprises,

Including the Kyne newspapers,

Kyne press service,

Kyne photo service,

And Kyne weekly, present

The distinguished author, columnist,

And Pulitzer prize winner...

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Ladies and gentlemen,

Most newsmen value a beat.

Here's one I wish I didn't have.

A few moments ago,

Amos Kyne passed away...

hello?

Yes?

Woman:
the gentlemen are here, Mr. Kyne.

Where did they locate him?

At the stork club.

Where else?

Yes, sir.

You three.

Ed's to wait.

Gentlemen, except for Harry,

I'm afraid I don't know you.

It is terrible about your father.

Yes.

You are, uh... mark loving?

Loving:
that's right.

And just what do you do around here?

I run Kyne newswire service-Kns.

I presume you've checked our

handling of your father's death.

Any suggestions?

The newswire.

Yes, uh...

yes, we must talk about that soon.

You must be, uh...

Jon day Griffith.

I sweep up the floor,

And I'm editor of the sentinel.

I'm also advisory editor

of the other 9 papers.

Are you responsible for the

fact that a cheap murder was

Featured on the same front

page as the death of my father?

The old man wanted the

story played up big.

'Course, he didn't know

then he was going to be news.

But inasmuch as it

was his last request-

Walter, I have arranged a copyrighted

feature on the old man's life.

Shall I give it to mark

to send over the wire?

We'll see.

Harry, it's been a long time.

How's Dorothy?

We must have dinner soon.

I just wanted to tell you three that,

At the moment, I contemplate

no changes in personnel.

So for the time being,

None of you has anything to worry about.

Oh!

Uh... on your way,

Will you tell Mobley to come in?

Harry:
whew...

well?

You're on.

What-

So, you're Edward Mobley.

Deepest sympathy, Mr. Kyne.

Sit down.

Thank you.

You're the fellow who wrote the book.

Every time the old man got

sore at me, which was often,

He used to talk about you...

Mobley this and Mobley that.

I got pretty sick of it.

Yes, I can imagine you did.

Those three who were just in here

Made their opinion of me pretty plain-

Amos Kyne's idiot son.

I suppose you feel the same.

Frankly, I don't feel qualified

To feel any way about you, Mr. Kyne.

Other publishers took their sons in

And taught them the business,

But not him.

Till I get the hang of things around

here, I'm going to need some help-

Not that I don't intend to run things

in my own way, from behind the scenes.

I've got an idea.

It's a great idea,

if I do say so myself.

I'm going to create a new job-

Executive director...

someone to do the actual work.

What do you think of it?

It sounds like a step your

father would have approved.

My father is dead.

This is my plant now.

I'm going to get myself a gimmick-

Something that will

set the three of them

Scrambling for the new job.

What do you think of that?

I'd rather not say.

When I have them dangling on the string,

When they realize that I hold their

Entire lives in my hands...

they won't sneer. Now, tell me...

could even he have thought

up an idea like that?

No. Never!

Anything further?

Not for now.

Then good morning.

"Dear Walter Kyne,

"Before your father died,

I was working on a...

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