why don't you fellows get your own news? hildy! are you back? what doing? well, congratulations! good luck! say, who put these stockings in my desk? this is bensinger. i just saw the sheriff. he won't move the hanging up a minute. all right, i'll talk to him again, but it's no use. the execution is set for seven in the morning. get me a rewrite man. jake, new lead on the hanging. this new alienist from new york -- dr. max j. egelhoffer -- is going to interview williams in about half an hour -- in the sheriff's office. here's the situation on the eve of the hanging: a double guard's been thrown around the jail, municipal buildings, railroad terminals, and elevated stations to prepare for the expected general uprising of radicals at the hour of execution. the sheriff has just received four more letters threatening his life, but he says nothing can interfere with his duty. i wish they'd stop that practicing. she oughtn't be allowed in here! hello, baby, get me the sheriff's offico, will you. hello, sheriff hartman?. this is bensinger. how about that favor? you know what: once and for all, will you hang this guy at five a.m. instead of seven? it won't hurt you and we can make the city edition. i don't think it's very ethical reading other people's stuff. goodbye, hildy. what's the idea of locking this? open this door! ain't you got any more sense than to -- ? oh, h-hello, mr. burns. why, quite an honor having you come over here. excuse me, i just want to -- how do you mean? nothing -- ah -- detrimental, i hope. oh, did you -- care for the poem, mr. burns? remember the ending? " -- and all is well, outside his cell, but in his heart he hears the hangman calling and the gallows falling and his white-haired mother's tears" what? seriously, mr. burns? no. roy. roy v. seventy-five. sort of a jack london style? i got my rhyming dictionary in -- gee, i'm terribly grateful, mister burns. do you suppose there might be an opening some time as foreign correspondent? i parley a little french, you know. au revoir, mon capitaine.