TRANSCRIPT
SCENE SIX
The Advertiser, sports section, 10 am Monday 29 October 2012
Michelangelo Rucci is sitting at his desk working his mouse with his right hand and his newly-moussed hair with his left.
Sam Weir, Editor of the Advertiser, comes up behind him and looks at the screen.
Weir: What are you doing Michelangelo?
Rucci: Just doing some in-depth research for today's footy story boss.
Weir: Is that an internet forum you're reading? (Leans forward for a closer look at screen) Is that Big Footy you're looking at?
Rucci: Er, Ah, the bloke before me must've saved it in 'favourites', sorry boss, I never read that rubbish.
Weir: OK, don't worry about it, at least you're not looking at pr0n.
Rucci: Why would I want to look at pr0n?
Weir: Er.... ah....well I can't help you there. But I'd hate to think my staff would look at disgusting websites to get a dirty thrill.
Rucci: Not me! I just look at the Port website and pore over the Creed.
Weir: Yes.... well.... have you got a minute, just want to talk to you about something?
Rucci: Fire away.
Weir: Funny you should say that, because the biggest story in Adelaide football has been unfolding and all the breaking news is coming from Melbourne. You're here in Adelaide, ground zero, and my best football writer..... well except for Capel, Feldstadt, Partland, Milbank, Homfray, Bednall....
Rucci: Whoa, steady up boss, I'm better than those hacks!
Weir: Well I'm certainly paying you more than them, and they don't get the Destination for Men vouchers either. You're supposed to report news, even Cornes' and McDermott's opinion pieces are more interesting than yours!
Rucci : Jeez, that's a low blow boss! Fair go, they aren't even journalists!
Weir : Well at least they played the game.
Rucci: I was in the Port Adelaide cheer squad.
Weir: So?
Rucci: Had Rexy Johns' number on my duffle coat.
Weir: Who's Rexy Johns?
Rucci: Sexy Rexy Johns? Legend, top goal kicker for years, household name boss, surely you've heard of him.
Weir: Well he may have been a household name in the Rucci household but I don't give a flying f.....k, lift your game Rooch or you're gone. Gonski, finito, arrivederci, de-listed. Your strike rate is p...s poor. Do you actually have any contacts, people who can give you the inside story?
Rucci: Of course, got some great contacts boss, people down at Alberton give me the good oil all the time.
Weir: I'm not talking about f.......g Port Adelaide, nobody cares what happens down there. You need to get the inside running on some Crows' stories. Who are your contacts down there?
Rucci: Sorry boss, can't reveal my sources.
Weir: Why not?
Rucci: I'm a journalist!
Weir: Hmmm. I'll let that through to the keeper. And ask you again. Who are your contacts?
Rucci: Boss, fair go, it would be against the journalists' code of ethics, you know that.
Weir: Well your contacts are certainly safe. No chance of them being blown, you'd actually have to break a big story to do that. You've been in this town in this job for ever, do you actually have any contacts at the Crows, you know, people in key positions, people who know what's going on, people you can ring to get the real inside story. What about Triggy?
Rucci: He doesn't give me a thing, stuck up self-righteous eastern suburbs p....k..
Weir: Harper?
Rucci: I thought you said important people who know what's going on.
Weir: OK, how about Noble? He should know everything.
Rucci: Haven't you been following this at all?
Weir: Well what about your old mate Burtenshaw?
Rucci: He's sh1t scared of losing his cushy job. (pauses to think) OK, if you must know I'll give you the first name, 'Claude'.
Weir: Ok, now we're getting somewhere. Does he have good access to the inner sanctum? Access to all the big decisions? Is he an insider?
Rucci: Well you could say he works 'inside'.
Weir: I don't like riddles Rucci? What does he actually do down there?
Rucci: You're twisting my arm boss, all I can say is he is he has a specialist role, is well liked, doesn't speak to anyone.
Weir :(Thinking) Hey, isn't Claude the name of the mascot?!
Rucci: Is he? Sh1t! I was wondering why I wasn't getting any stories out of him. Sorry boss, I'll get another source, promise.
Weir: You better, and quick, this is your last warning. if you can't find a good source at the Crows you're history !
Rucci: A good sauce eh? What was the name of the cook down there?
****Footnote: If you missed scenes 1 - 5 they are on post # 17827 on page 714
SCENE SIX
The Advertiser, sports section, 10 am Monday 29 October 2012
Michelangelo Rucci is sitting at his desk working his mouse with his right hand and his newly-moussed hair with his left.
Sam Weir, Editor of the Advertiser, comes up behind him and looks at the screen.
Weir: What are you doing Michelangelo?
Rucci: Just doing some in-depth research for today's footy story boss.
Weir: Is that an internet forum you're reading? (Leans forward for a closer look at screen) Is that Big Footy you're looking at?
Rucci: Er, Ah, the bloke before me must've saved it in 'favourites', sorry boss, I never read that rubbish.
Weir: OK, don't worry about it, at least you're not looking at pr0n.
Rucci: Why would I want to look at pr0n?
Weir: Er.... ah....well I can't help you there. But I'd hate to think my staff would look at disgusting websites to get a dirty thrill.
Rucci: Not me! I just look at the Port website and pore over the Creed.
Weir: Yes.... well.... have you got a minute, just want to talk to you about something?
Rucci: Fire away.
Weir: Funny you should say that, because the biggest story in Adelaide football has been unfolding and all the breaking news is coming from Melbourne. You're here in Adelaide, ground zero, and my best football writer..... well except for Capel, Feldstadt, Partland, Milbank, Homfray, Bednall....
Rucci: Whoa, steady up boss, I'm better than those hacks!
Weir: Well I'm certainly paying you more than them, and they don't get the Destination for Men vouchers either. You're supposed to report news, even Cornes' and McDermott's opinion pieces are more interesting than yours!
Rucci : Jeez, that's a low blow boss! Fair go, they aren't even journalists!
Weir : Well at least they played the game.
Rucci: I was in the Port Adelaide cheer squad.
Weir: So?
Rucci: Had Rexy Johns' number on my duffle coat.
Weir: Who's Rexy Johns?
Rucci: Sexy Rexy Johns? Legend, top goal kicker for years, household name boss, surely you've heard of him.
Weir: Well he may have been a household name in the Rucci household but I don't give a flying f.....k, lift your game Rooch or you're gone. Gonski, finito, arrivederci, de-listed. Your strike rate is p...s poor. Do you actually have any contacts, people who can give you the inside story?
Rucci: Of course, got some great contacts boss, people down at Alberton give me the good oil all the time.
Weir: I'm not talking about f.......g Port Adelaide, nobody cares what happens down there. You need to get the inside running on some Crows' stories. Who are your contacts down there?
Rucci: Sorry boss, can't reveal my sources.
Weir: Why not?
Rucci: I'm a journalist!
Weir: Hmmm. I'll let that through to the keeper. And ask you again. Who are your contacts?
Rucci: Boss, fair go, it would be against the journalists' code of ethics, you know that.
Weir: Well your contacts are certainly safe. No chance of them being blown, you'd actually have to break a big story to do that. You've been in this town in this job for ever, do you actually have any contacts at the Crows, you know, people in key positions, people who know what's going on, people you can ring to get the real inside story. What about Triggy?
Rucci: He doesn't give me a thing, stuck up self-righteous eastern suburbs p....k..
Weir: Harper?
Rucci: I thought you said important people who know what's going on.
Weir: OK, how about Noble? He should know everything.
Rucci: Haven't you been following this at all?
Weir: Well what about your old mate Burtenshaw?
Rucci: He's sh1t scared of losing his cushy job. (pauses to think) OK, if you must know I'll give you the first name, 'Claude'.
Weir: Ok, now we're getting somewhere. Does he have good access to the inner sanctum? Access to all the big decisions? Is he an insider?
Rucci: Well you could say he works 'inside'.
Weir: I don't like riddles Rucci? What does he actually do down there?
Rucci: You're twisting my arm boss, all I can say is he is he has a specialist role, is well liked, doesn't speak to anyone.
Weir :(Thinking) Hey, isn't Claude the name of the mascot?!
Rucci: Is he? Sh1t! I was wondering why I wasn't getting any stories out of him. Sorry boss, I'll get another source, promise.
Weir: You better, and quick, this is your last warning. if you can't find a good source at the Crows you're history !
Rucci: A good sauce eh? What was the name of the cook down there?
****Footnote: If you missed scenes 1 - 5 they are on post # 17827 on page 714






): If Sydney were so desperate to offload White's contract, and when they couldn't they quickly offloaded Dennis-Lane, Heath and Spangher, as well as all the delistings, they must be worried that they don't actually have the room to price Tippett out of everyone else's range.
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