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(Dove coos)

(Siren wailing in distance)

This looks like fun, Tess.

A dance troupe from Taiwan will
be performing in the park today.

Theyre having a sock sale
at dillards--

you buy two pair,
you get one pair free.

Are they kidding?

He was nothing like this.

What are you reading, Andrew?

The obituaries.

What section is that?

The life section.

The Chicago daily guardian.

"If its truth... its news."

You know,
this thing is nothing but ads.

When did they stop putting
news in these papers?

Theres news
on the front page, Tess.

Oh, thats yesterdays paper,
baby.

Do you know what they do
with yesterdays news?

They wrap dead fish in it.

Still, its refreshing to see

truth held in such high regard.

Oh, is that what this is?

"Death train!

"Safety lax, trestle cracks,

bodies scattered
all over the track."

Now, how could they write

something like that
in a newspaper?

That accident happened, Tess.

I was there, thats the truth.

But not the whole truth,
angel boy.

Theres more to the truth
than just the facts.

Thats Liz Bradley.

She is the managing editor

of this so-called newspaper.

(Door opens)

Morning, Ms. Bradley.

Can you tell me what day it is?

-Tuesday.
-And what does that say?

Monday.

I-I was just about
to change them.

Wonderful.

Dont let it happen again.

That lady has a serious case

of the most contagious disease
in the world.

Its called cynicism.

Breaks my heart.

She wasnt always that way.

-Then, you know her?
-Well, I knew her

when becoming the boss
was just a dream,

but now that her dream
has come true,

truth got lost somewhere
along the way,

but shes got
to get it back real soon

cause her life is
just like the news business--

it can all change in 24 hours
in the name of truth,

and it will, it will.

(Cooing)

♪ When you walk

♪ down the road

♪ heavy burden

♪ heavy load

♪ I will rise

♪ and I will walk with you

♪ ill walk with you

♪ till the sun
dont even shine ♪

♪ walk with you

♪ every time, I tell you

♪ ill walk with you

♪

Walk with you

♪ believe me,
ill walk with you. ♪

(Siren wails in distance,
elevator bell dings)

Hold the door.

(Sighs)
That was close.

Last time the coffees went
up to the newsroom without me--

well, most of them anyway.

Im Monica,
im headed to the newsroom, too.

Oh, yeah, i-im ray.

You must be the one
Ms. Bradleys interviewing

for that new reporter job.

Yes.

You know a lot
about what goes on around here.

Well, its a reporters job
to know.

Are you a reporter?

Well, im, im just a gofer
right now, but someday...

Its all ive ever wanted to do.

One of these days
ill get my shot.

Im sure you will.

(Elevator bell dings)

Come on, ill point the way.

Ms. Bradleys office
is right over there.

Good luck.

Thank you.

(Low, indistinct talking,
phone ringing)

(Elevator bell dings)

-(Door opens)
-Woman: Give me a break, Liz.

You ask for one lousy day off
around here,

it turns into a federal offense.

Gee, sorry, Lauren,

it didnt occur to me,
as managing editor,

that the help should set
their own hours.

You know what, boss?

On behalf of the help,
get a life.

Hello.

Uh, my name is Monica and
im here about the reporter...

In.

Oh, I also took the Liberty

of preparing
some writing samples.

Yes, well,

some lovely little
handwritten prose here.

You know, most people would have
done the predictable thing.

They would have given me
some typewritten pages.

Thank you.

Sit.

Look, lets get
something straight.

Atthe guardian

we do hard news.

We do deaths, maimings,
corruption scandals,

and once in a while we throw in

a couple of natural disasters
just for fun.

My motto is:
When it bleeds, it leads.

Thats a lot of bleeding.

Thats what our readers want.

Thats why circulation
has nearly doubled

since I took over the paper.

We print things as they are,
not as they should be,

so that means
we dont do flowers,

we dont do puppies, we dont do
politicians kissing babies,

and we definitely dont dot
our is with hearts.

But we do like wee,
green, cuddly frogs.

Hmm?

Oh, that.

Thats just
some silly little thing

someone gave to me
a long time ago.

I think the word

that youre looking for
is "ships."

What?

The alliteration that you need
for your headline--

sheriff ships shoplifter
to slammer.

Well, your references
are pretty good,

so im gonna give you a shot.

Thank you.

Ill try not to disappoint you.

Oh, no, dont do that,
dont try.

Do.

Its the only way women
can succeed in this business.

Is that why you were so hard
on that other woman?

I have very high expectations
of everybody on my staff,

but I particularly have very
high expectations with Lauren

because shes my sister.

Your sister?

Mm-hmm, shes a good reporter.

Im gonna make her a great one
if it kills US both.

You must love her very much.

All right, everybody,
this is Monica.

Shes joining our staff.

Steve-- copy desk.

Hi.

Nancy-- photo.

Larry-- Metro, al-- cops.

-Kathleen, assistant editor.
-Hi.

And youve already
been privileged

to hear the rantings of Lauren.

Im looking forward
to working with all of you.

Sit.

Okay, Kathleen, what
are we looking at for page one?

Massacre by death squad
in El Salvador.

Anybody killed that our readers
would care about?

Nope.

Put it in international roundup.

How about a skinhead rally
that turned into a riot?

-Any art?
-Yep, got some spaghetti shots.

Eh, we can do better.

What about you?

-You have any ideas
for page one, Monica? -Well,

mayor hunley is hosting
a visiting dance troupe

from Taiwan in the park
later this afternoon.

(Snores, clears throat)

-(Laughter) -No,
wait a minute, wait a minute.

The mayor is hosting this thing?

Some sister city
cultural exchange.

Its just hunley glad-handing

a bunch
of Taiwanese trade officials.

Weve been running it
in the community calendar.

10:00 cappuccino fix?

Hang on a second, um...

Lauren, what ever happened
to that rumor

you were chasing down
about the mayor

taking illegal money
from foreign businesses?

There was nothing there--

no paper trail,
nobody talking, nothing.

Oh, come on.

His campaigns in trouble.

Now hes schmoozing
with Taiwanese capitalists?

Does the term "influence
peddling" ring a bell?

Anyone?

Hello.

Somethings going down today--
a meeting, something secret.

I can smell it.

Who do you want on it?

Lauren.

Take Monica with you.

I work alone.

Not this time;
It was Monicas angle.

Okay, folks,
im holding page one for this.

Lets Bury the jerk.

(Sighs)

Man:Well, neighbors, this is indeed

a very special day for US

as we welcome our sister city
Taipei, Taiwan.

And ID like US
to remember that today

is not just about two cultures
setting aside their differences.

Its about reaching out
to our fellow man.

Its about making new friends
and sharing dreams.

(Applause)

So, my new friends, on behalf
of all the people of Chicago,

I say

huan ying,

welcome.

(Applause)

And now,
all the way from Taiwan,

the imperial lion dancers.

This is definitely not
a two-person job.

So why dont you stay here and
keep an eye on the performers,

and ill, uh, follow
the Taiwanese officials

and meet you back
at the paper later?

Okay.

Monica?

Im sorry if I was
kind of rude earlier.

Its just that my sister
makes me crazy sometimes.

Dont worry about it.

Thanks.

♪

Are you ready for your
first big scoop, miss wings?

(Monica laughs)

I dont see
anything scoopy here.

Oh, really?

You dont think thats scoopy?

(People gasp)

The dancers?

(People gasp)

You know, I thought that
they would have been more...

Polished than that.

Oh, thats the truth you see?

Well, what would you think

if I told you that they were
political prisoners in China

before they escaped to Taiwan?

I guess being beaten

and tortured just...

Takes a little bounce
out of your step.

I understand...

Thewhole

truth.

-Courageous performance.
-Monica: Yes, they werent

-perfect, but...
-First of all, nobody cares

about the dance troupe.
Secondly,

where is my story on the mayor?

-I-I just wanted to...
-And where is Lauren?

We split up.

She felt we could cover
more ground that way.

Of course.

I say together,
so she splits up.

Now, listen to me,
we still have

three hours left until deadline,

and I still intend
for my front page

to have a picture of the mayor
and a big headline that says:

"Kickback king!"

So find me that story!

Thank you, Robin.

Think ill just
walk home from here.

Robin:
Good evening.

(Passing horn honking)

Hi.

(Phone rings)

This is Monica.

Ray:
Good, Monica, youre there.

Listen, I think that secret
meeting youre looking for

is about to go down.

I just saw mayor hunley
sneaking into a room

at the Atkinson hotel,
room 729.

Ray, have you been
following the mayor?

Yeah. You owe me one.

(Sighs)

(Sighs)
What do I do now?

You do your job.

Andrew?

The mayor wont
be doing interviews.

He died a few minutes ago.

Where have you been?

Working.
(Clears throat)

Trying to find
some more mud for you to sling.

-So you found a story?
-Yeah. Heres your headline:

"Mayor hunley has nice dinner
with Taiwanese guests."

I smell pulitzer.

(Sighs)
There you go again.

Why do you always do that?

Why must it
always be an argument?

Why cant we have
an adult conversation?

Because you think
only one of US is an adult.

(Phone rings)

Liz Bradley.

Monica? Where are you?

What?!

You called the cops before you
checked out the place yourself?

Okay, youre probably gonna have
a couple of minutes

before they get there,
so listen.

Look around and see if
you find anything interesting.

Really?

Great work, Monica.

We got him.

Okay. Stay right there

and keep your eyes open.

She found hunley dead

in a room at the Atkinson hotel.

-Oh, my god!
-She also found

a half-empty glass of water

with lipstick on it.

-What?
-Forget the kickback angle;

this is the story.

I got to get down there--
this is more

than Monica
can handle on her own.

See, now, thats
a reporter talking.

(Siren wailing)

So, what were you doing here?

Im a reporter for

the guardian,

and I wanted
to talk to the mayor

and I had a tip
that he was here.

Well, mayor hunley was
a very popular man in this city.

I hope you handle this
sensitively.

I understand.

Good.

Just dont touch anything.

-Okay.
-Man: Hey, Hicks.

Take a look at this.

"Henrys next month
in Mississippi was as long

"as it was sweltering,
the hot delta sun

beating down on him..."

Hicks:
Whats that?

It looks like a chapter
from a manuscript.

Perhaps the mayor
was working on a book.

Officer: Im sorry, maam,
you cant come in here.

Lauren:
Joe, let me in.

No.

Sorry, Lauren, no press.

Monicas in there.

Shes a witness.

Shes my partner.

Would you want a rookie
handling

your

investigation?

All right. Come in.

Just stay out of the way.

Thank you.

-Lauren.
-Hi.

(Clears throat)

Have you determined
the cause of death yet?

Well, cant know
until the autopsy, but...

Im betting
on a massive coronary.

He was probably fine one minute,

and boom, gone the next.

I hope I go that way.

-Oh, god!
-Lauren...

Hicks:
What the hell are you doing?

Uh, sorry, i-i
cant believe I did that.

You know, we still got to dust
that for prints,

somehow.

She didnt do it on purpose;
It was an accident.

Get the hell out of here.

And you watch what
you write about this guy.

I voted for him.

(Door opens)

We cant hold up
page one any longer, Liz.

Go with the basic
hunley obituary

for the sunrise edition.

-Im on it.
-And then well put out

a special mid-morning street
edition a few hours later:

"Mayor dies

in arms of mystery lover."

(Monica sighs)

You cant print that.

Why not?

We dont know
if thats what happened.

Yeah. Even the cops
arent pursuing that angle.

As long as there
was no foul play,

theyre gonna do
whatever they can

to preserve the mayors dignity.

Since when are we letting
the cops write our stories?

Look, people...
We got this story exclusive.

The TV people dont have a clue.

We have the mayor
in a hotel room,

his wife across town
sleeping in her own bed,

and we have the smoking gun:

The glass with lipstick on it.

Thats the truth.

And im gonna make it the news.

(Dialing)

(Line rings)

-Detective Hicks here.
-Hello, detective Hicks?

-Speaking. -This is
ray rifkin at

the guardian.

-Oh, no, not you again.
-Yeah. They, uh...

They pulled me in to work
on this mayor murder story.

-Murder? -Any news on the chick
the mayor was with when he died?

Theres no murder here!
What the hell

are you reporters
trying to pull?

I know that im new
to this job, but...

Does the public really
need to know

everything

about the mayors final hours?

The public has a right to know.

Always?

And if he had died

during the dance performance
this afternoon,

would you still want to run
with a special edition?

Lauren: Liz... I know
how much you want this story,

but I have to agree with Monica.

The mayor died instantly.

Even if there

was
a mystery woman,

even if there

was
a mystery woman,

theres nothing
she could have done,

so what difference does it make?

She was in that room--
thats a fact--

and reporters report the facts,

and newspapers print the facts,

and what the public
does with those facts

is none of my business.

Excuse me
for trying to be human.

Okay, its almost 12:00.

I want everybody on this.

I dont care
if you work all night...

I want the name of that woman.

Ray?

Was someone at my desk?

Yeah. Uh... me.

I-I took a peek
at your notebook.

I thought... you know, maybe
I could help you out again,

and, um... well,
I called that detective.

You shouldnt have done that.

Yeah. Yeah, it was
a big waste of time, anyway.

So far theyve just found
the one set of prints,

and theyre laurens, so...

On the water glass.

Right. And on some
manuscript or something.

On a manuscript?

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Why? We already know
Lauren was there.

Yes, but she didnt touch
the manuscript.

♪

Tess: These humans,

when will they learn?

You can throw away the evidence,

but you cannot
throw away the truth.

So, it was Lauren?

Yes.

Lauren, I need to speak
with you.

Uh, maybe later.

Ive got to call Hicks,

see if there are
any new developments.

There is a new development.

Oh, yeah?

Scooped me again, huh?

I know that breaking
the water glass

in the hotel room
wasnt an accident,

and I know why
you threw this away.

-How did you get that?
-You can throw away

the evidence, but you cant
throw away the truth.

Well, congratulations.

I guess this makes you
the guardians

new star reporter.

I dont want
to be a reporter right now.

I just want to be your friend.

I met Bryan eight months ago.

I was covering
a city council meeting.

He told me he was thinking

of writing a book
about politics.

I told him ID always wanted
to write

a book, too.

A novel.

He said I had the eyes
of a novelist,

always somewhere else,

and that he wanted
to read my book

when I was finished.

It didnt matter
that he was the mayor.

He could have been a plumber.

Its just that he was
the first person

who ever took me seriously.

I never knew my parents.

They died when I was young,

and Liz was always so busy
making decisions for me,

she never bothered
to ask what I...

What I wanted for myself.

Bryan was the first person
to see in my

what I thought I saw in myself.

And after years
of feeling second best,

to be number one to somebody...

...youll never know
how good that felt.

But you were not number one.

He was married.

Yeah.

But when youve been lonely
as long as I have,

you take what you can get.

(Sniffles)

He read the last chapter
of my book tonight

in that hotel room.

And he told me that I was smart.

Thats how im always
gonna remember him,

with that look of pride
on his face.

How did he die?

I was thirsty.

I-I went into the bathroom
for some water,

and when I came out he was gone.

Just like that.

There was nothing I could do.
I-I panicked.

I-I-I forgot everything,
the manuscript,

the-the glass, and...

I couldnt have done anything,
Monica,

but leaving him there like that
was the hardest thing

i-ive ever had to do.

Theres something
you still need to do,

which will be even
more difficult.

Oh, no.

Im not...

Im not coming forward.

Its the right thing to do.

No, not necessarily.

It would only humiliate
bryans wife.

It would ruin any chance
of a future

that I have;
I would be remembered

as-as a bimbo, not a reporter,

and I am not gonna Liz one more
thing to hold over my head.

But dont you see...

No, just forget it.

Its not gonna happen.

Okay?

Is it worth spending
the rest of your life

hiding behind a secret?

I dont have a choice.

Yes, you do.

You just dont like it.

(Knocking)

Hello, Liz, I...

Where have you been, Monica?

And before you answer,

I warn you,

if it doesnt involve finding
the mystery woman,

you can start cleaning
your desk out right now.

It is about the mystery woman.

You know who she is?

Yes.

Okay, redeem yourself.

Write the lead, and this time,

just give me the facts.

Who, what, where, when,
and how, and why?

-Liz, before...
-Just do it, Monica.

(Sighs)

Well, finish it.

You are a liar.

I never lie.

Lauren!

Get in here.

You sure you want to stick
to that story, Monica?

I want you to read something.

Seems we have a budding
fiction writer on our staff.

I am so sorry, Lauren.

(Exhales)

No, you were right, Monica.

I cant run from this.

Its not fiction, Liz.

You...

And hunley?

His name was Bryan.

Oh, my god.

What were you thinking?

How could you be so stupid?

Dont you dare judge me.

You dont even know me.

Are you kidding?

I know you better
than you know yourself.

I raised you and I thought
I did a better job than this.

This isnt about you!

Someone I love died tonight,
Liz, and im hurting.

I dont need a mother,

I dont need a boss,

but I could use a sister.

Instead, ive got
some middle-aged cynical woman

who thinks
its her god-given right

to judge everyone
and everything.

I dont judge.

I tell the truth,

which is more than youve done.

What are you really
angry about, Liz?

That I made a mistake and had
an affair with a married man,

or that I just killed
your great story?

You didnt kill my great story.

Oh, no, you wouldnt.

Why dont we
all sit down together

and talk this thing through?

Stay out of this, Monica.

-Man (on phone): Yes?
-Get me composing.

You cant really mean it.

Think about this.

You got to decide,
are you my sister or my editor?

You made that decision for me.

Liz, please, dont do this.

Yeah,

we got our front page.

Mm-hmm.

We have our mystery woman.

Monica:
I honestly dont believe

Liz did the right thing.

Well, we know Lauren did
the wrong thing.

Well, were not here
to decide right or wrong.

Thats yesterdays news.

Well, actually, its...

Thats todays news, Tess.

Dont get smart with me,
angel boy.

Tomorrow, it will be
yesterdays news,

and tomorrow is what
were interested in here,

because thats what
can be changed,

and thats the only thing

thats gonna make
the headlines any better.

Monica: Hello, ray.

Youre in early.

I wrote a story.

Byline, Raymond Steven rifkin.

(Sighs) Oh, ray.

I got a friend

whos an intern at city hall.

He says theres a rumor going
around about some private tapes

of the mayors phone calls
to Lauren,

and they arent exactly g-rated,
if you know what I mean.

I think this is

my homerun, Monica.
This is...

This is what puts me
over the top with Liz.

I think youre right, ray.

I think this is going
to change everything.

(Chuckles)

Liz?

Im busy.

Yes, I know,
but ray has written a story,

and I think you should read it.

Put it in the pile.

Actually, I think
you should read it right now.

Liz: "The breathing is heavy,
and the language is hot.

"Thats the way one city hall
insider described tapes

"rumored to be the recordings

"of the late mayors
private phone calls

"with

guardian

reporter,

Lauren Bradley."

Not bad, huh?

Youre fired.

Get out.

I mean, i-i-i...

I just thought you wanted
another story on the scandal.

How dare you pose
as a writer for this paper

and use this story
as an opportunity

for yourself.

Now get out and dont come back.

All right.

Well,

congratulations, Monica.

Anybody else in the office
youd like to take down?

No, I think youre doing fine
all on your own, Liz.

That boy idolized you.

And that misguided story
of his was just

his way of living up
to the standard that you set.

Face the facts, Monica.

You just dont have
what it takes for this job.

Youve got a conscience...

And theres no place
for that here.

Thats not what your
journalism professor

would have said.

What?

Back in college...

She was your favorite teacher.

She was strong, and smart,
and powerful.

And she inspired you to not
just be a good journalist,

but to be a good person

with a good conscience.

She was your hero.

How did you know that?

Her name is Tess.

Shes a friend of mine.

Shes also an angel.

Excuse me?

An angel...

From god.

Just as I am.

Who?

God.

What?

He loves you.

Where?

Everywhere.

When?

Always, forever
without ceasing.

How?

Totally, completely.

Why?

Because youre his child.

God?

I have an angel

standing in my office...

Telling my that god,

god is...

Im sorry.

I...

Why?

Why me?

Because youre one
of the gatekeepers, Liz.

One of the few people
on this earth

who has the power
to enlighten,

and encourage the lives
of millions of people

just by the way you
choose to tell the truth.

Tess taught you that
all those years ago.

And im here to tell you again.

Its too late for that.

Ive spent too many years
in a world

where children suffer,

and heroes lie,

and people kill each other

over little pieces of land.

This is a bad world, Monica.

I just report it.

The world is much more
than that, Liz,

and the news is more than that.

There is good news.

There are generous people,

and honest politicians,

and good samaritans.

But if suffering and evil

are all we ever read about,

if thats all were allowed
to hear and see,

then that is what we think
the world is or will ever be.

But its not true.

The world can be
a different place, Liz.

If only the hearts of the people
can turn towards

hope instead of despair,

towards forgiveness
instead of condemnation,

towards love

instead of judgment.

But people cant just change
like that.

Oh, yes, they can,

and they do everyday.

They just dont do it alone.

Does he know that I know

whats happened to me?

Yes.

(Sobs)
I mean...

You dont honestly think
that I wanted to run

that story on my sister?

Do you think that...

I wanted to hurt

my baby sister?

No.

I had no choice.

What was I supposed to do?

Wasnt I supposed
to tell the truth?

God is truth,

but he is also love,

and unless you tell the truth

in love...

Its not the whole truth.

I dont know
that I can do that anymore.

Someday, Liz,

someday you will
stand before him

and he will ask you
for the truth.

He will not say,

"did you do your job

everyday no matter what?"

He will say...

"Did you love

"everyday

no matter what?"

You still have time
to change the answer.

Lauren,

please dont go.

I have to, Liz.

I have to figure out my life.

I need to start making
my own decisions.

Will you let me make
one more for you?

Please.

Come on.

Lets take a walk.

Say hi to Tess for me.

Can I have a moment?

Sure.

Got any room there for me?

What do you want?

I want to show you something.

A long time ago I had

a wonderful
journalism professor

who gave me this.

It was supposed to remind me

of something very important
about our profession, ray.

Im ashamed to admit that...

Ive been ignoring it

for quite a few years now.

She said that...

If you place a frog

in a pot of hot water...

The frog will jump out.

But if you place the frog

in a pot of cold water,

and heat the water up slowly,

the frog will gradually
grow accustomed to the heat,

and...

And not even notice
that hes boiling to death.

And thats what can happen
in our profession, ray.

First time I covered a murder
I couldnt sleep for days.

Now I...

I look at autopsy photos

while im having my lunch.

And then they put that
in the paper, and then...

The people see it
day after day,

and pretty soon...

All of US have our hearts

and our souls

slowly boiling to death.

And we dont even notice.

So?

So some of US have the power

to turn down that heat.

Do you still want to be
a reporter?

Its the only thing
ive ever wanted.

Then go back into
the newsroom

and find another story.

Only this time pick a story

that you wont hate yourself
for in the morning.

Thanks, Ms. Bradley.

Go.

Did you hear all that?

Yeah.

Can we talk now?

Yeah.

I dont know if it was wrong
to print that story,

but I do know that the reasons

that I chose to do it
were wrong.

I have made some
pretty terrible decisions.

You didnt have
much of a choice.

Yeah, I did.

I could have been
your sister.

I remember right after
the folks died that...

Here you were,

this adorable little girl.

(Laughs)

And I was so scared

that you were gonna
wander off somewhere

and hurt yourself...

...that I put a leash on you,

and I put it through
the loop of my Jean,

and I dragged you around
college with me.

Remember that?

Yeah.

I know that I have dragged you
around your whole life.

But I only did it because

I didnt want you to get hurt.

And you got hurt anyway.

You were in trouble...

And you needed someone
to talk to,

and im so sorry.

Im sorry, too.

Will you forgive me?

Will you?

(Sobs):
Oh...

Of course.

Oh, sweetie.

Of course I will.

Youre my sister.

I love you.

I love you, too.

You know, Tess,

ive always thought of you
as a sister.

In a motherly sort of a way.

Angelically speaking.

I love you, too,
little angel girl.

Im out of here.

You know, Tess,
theres this rumor going around.

They say that you
actually invented

the printing press.

I did not,
that was Gutenberg.

I just told him
what to print.

(All laugh)

(Dove coos)