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(A man waters his back yard garden when a reporter and her crew in army fatigues spring out from behind a hedge.) Reporter: Hold it right there! What do you think you're doing? Man: Who are you? Reporter: I'll ask the questions! What sort of a 'crop' are you cultivating here? Man: Gladiolas, tulips, and marigolds. Reporter: What about those red ones over there? Man: Those are poppies. Reporter: Poppies, eh? Why didn't you mention your poppies? (Aside) Zeke, are you journalizing all of this? Zeke: (Writing into tablet) Got it. Man: Look, am I in some kind of trouble? Reporter: Why would you think you're in trouble? Did you do something wrong? Man: I'm going back in the house. Reporter: Oh no, you're not. You're coming with us. (They seize the man and drag him off against his howls of protest.) |
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| © 2007, 2014. Scripts by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Ambush Journalism
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