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Hey, hot stuff. Well, I'm mild stuff compared to you, baby.

Thanks for the 411 on Courtney.

Wow. Dead and topless at the Roxy?

Gotta love her, huh?

So, Missy here?

Oh, yeah.

Well, uh, tell Chuck to send over a martini.

Make it a double.

Happy birthday, Papi.

Sorry I'm late.

But I was working on a story.

Ah, another celebrity check into rehab?

Oh, good to see you too, Dad.

I was kidding, Mia.

Hi,

Jason, thank you.

Do you want something a little bit stronger than your lemonade? No, thank

don't want to forget my speech.

Although, why a fancy university like Stanford would want a small -time editor

like me to give a speech?

I don't know.

Your political corruption story was excellent.

You put yourself on the line, Dad. You deserve every honor you get.

A little like your student drug running story.

What? My daughter wins the Levy Award? I'm not allowed to be brown?

I was in college, Dad. That was 20 years ago.

You could have worked at the Times.

It's not who I am.

And printing rumors and liesies.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't the woman who ruined my life.

Careful, handsome.

She's got lies everywhere.

Sorry, Kat.

Come on, Dorothy. Let's go, honey.

Take your filthy hands off me.

How do you sleep at night?

Why do you just hang upside down and wait for your next victim?

What are you looking at?

I'm so sorry.

It was that actress, Dorothy Ireland, right?

The one you wrote about.

I write about everybody in this town, Dad. It's what I do.

What do we order?

Whatever you want to tell me.

Your money's no good here.

You don't mean my money's not good here. You mean my money's not good, don't

you, Dad?

Who are you to criticize me?

I live in a Beverly Hills condo. You still live in that old apartment in East

.A. where I grew up in.

You drive a 15 -year -old Dodge. I drive a brand -new BMW.

Last year, I traveled...

Yes.

Yes, Roger.

I am having lunch with my father.

All right.

I said all right.

Ah, another star caught in flagrant delicto.

I got you a present.

A card.

Is there any story you would not stoop to do?

I am

not

doing it. Well, you are doing it, sweetheart. It's your job. It's in the

dumpster, a videotape. Roger.

Roger, this is embarrassing.

I don't care.

I'm almost there.

The maid swore she put it on top.

Or she should have. That tape cost $2 ,000.

One second.

Wait, wait.

Roger,

if you think I'm going to get inside, you're seeing you completely out of your

mind. No way. Oh, and, uh, Kat?

If you come back to this office without Charlie's birthday back video, you, my

dear, are going to be very much unemployed.

Roger. Happy digging.

Okay, okay, okay.

Why, why, why?

Yes,

yes.

Once again, curiosity kills the cat.

Change! You could change the world.

Change!

Rearrange the world.

Change!

Take one, divide by two.

Change!

If it was only up to you to change the world.

Oh, my dad.

You mind staying a little downwind?

Who are you?

They call me Mr. Smith.

Is that me in there?

As opposed to all the other folks digging through Charlie's trash?

It can be.

No.

I gotta go.

Oh, honey, you've already hit your deadline.

Who's he?

Judge Othniel.

The great editor in the sky.

Fergie and Andy together again.

Bruce in stand -up with New York police.

Tammy allergic to makeup.

Do you believe people actually read this?

They more than read it, Mr. Smith.

Many believe it. I had a job to do and I did it. And I was one of the best.

And there was nothing I wouldn't do to get that story.

Well, perhaps that is what the problem was.

Well, I was ambitious.

And where I come from, being ambitious is not such a nasty word.

No, no.

Ambition is good. But when ambition overtakes a person's humanity, then

becomes a very nasty word where I come from.

Do you remember Dorothy Ireland?

What is a Dorothy Ireland day?

You egregiously violated her privacy.

Every person has a right to privacy.

Dorothy Ireland is not a person. She's a movie star.

You don't get paid millions of dollars because you're a great actor. You get

paid that amount of money because you become public property.

And she knew that when she took the job.

Okay, all right, you know, I admit it. Sometimes I got a little bit eager, but

who cares anyway? I mean, everybody knows that you're going to take this

with a grain of salt.

You know, I'm not ashamed of what I did.

But you didn't always do this, did you?

Congressman!

Congressman! Can you make it right?

Yeah, Lopez, University Press.

Congressman! You campaigned on a platform to make funding for

public schools your number one priority if you got elected.

And yet eight months into your term, not one penny has gone in to bring our

schools up the code.

The people of California want to know if you intend to make good on your

promise.

Congressman, can you give us a comment for the record?

Out of that work came some good social change.

That was you?

Yeah, that was me.

Many years ago.

But who cares now anyway? You know, I can't go back to that now.

What if you returned to the exact point in time when you still had a choice

of which path to take?

Is this guy for real?

I mean, is he, like, giving me a second chance to go back and live my life

again?

What's the catch?

Don't hurt anybody.

You think you're ready to meet that challenge, Ms. Lopez?

Grab it while the gavel's hot.

Well, yeah, of course I'm ready. Yes, I'm ready.

Give her a second chance, Judge.

Captain Lopez, you will have three days. And three days only.

You will go back with all your memories intact.

No one will recognize you.

You are a free agent in the universe with the blessing of God Almighty and

court.

What are you doing in a hot pan?

I'm wearing my mother's clothes.

What's going on?

It's your second chance.

Isn't it obvious?

And that's an S pool man at your service.

It's Dorothy Ireland's home, isn't it?

Muy bien, Gloria Rodriguez.

No, but you don't understand.

I mean, the first big story that I told was about Dorothy being gay.

I didn't know Dorothy was gay.

and her butler slid me this picture of her with another woman in a very

provocative pose.

Did you check it out? Yeah, of course I did. She was an old assistant who

mysteriously disappeared.

I think she must have paid her big bucks to keep her quiet.

Yeah, what happened?

Well, of course, Dorothy denied it, but a picture is worth a thousand words.

So I broke up my story. My career went right to the top. Her career?

Into the toilet.

Maybe the story shouldn't have been written.

Right this way, Miss Rodriguez.

Miss Ireland is waiting.

Surrender, Dorothy.

Ireland fires trusted assistant.

Could it be a lover spat?

First of all, it's not true. And second of all, why was it buried on page 12?

And who is this Cat Lopez?

You've got to kill this rumor, Norman.

I've already gotten a dozen calls from those tabloid vultures asking me about

new lesbian leanings.

Oh, and someone named Marsha wants to know if I'm free Saturday night.

Now, I don't think I need to remind you that it has been three years since my

last film, and I don't want anything to blow this.

Just fix it.

Idiot.

You're late.

I am?

My agent sent you over, right? For the personal assistance job?

Oh, yes, yes, that's exactly who I am, yes.

Oh, I've been in this business for years.

Haven't we all?

Hmm.

There's something about you that I just can't... I'm sorry, I go on instinct,

and my instinct tells me this isn't going to work out.

Ask Miranda, we'll show you the door.

Hello?

No, Miss Island is not home.

Isn't, honey?

I know what your game is, but I know how to play it much better than you. So,

listen up.

I have two words for you.

Verification and lawsuit.

You're walking on thin ice, sweetheart.

Don't trip.

What'd you say your name was again?

Gloria Rodriguez.

Gloria Rodriguez.

You're Mexican?

I'm Mexican -American.

My baby's going to be Mexican -American.

This is going to be Annabelle or Ricardo's room.

And this is Margarita, the future mother of my child.

She's only 17.

It happens.

I'm going to adopt her baby.

All my life I've wanted a child.

And now finally, in another month, it'll be reality.

Isn't she beautiful?

Yes, she's very beautiful.

Okay, here's what I need. Everything.

You'll be my confidant, my guard, my secretary, my shopper, but most

you will be my protector against those tabloid vultures.

I'm starting a movie next month with Sean Connery, and I refuse to let that

gorgeous bum show me up. That means no distractions.

30 laps a day, no alcohol, and no desserts.

Basically, hell on earth, huh?

Okay, yes, I'm your girl.

Well, the shoes you'll be filling are very big ones.

The woman who used to be my personal assistant was very, very special to me.

I trusted her with my life.

And contrary to popular belief, I'm not easy.

Should I get that?

You must do so much around here.

Delivery. From Miss Ireland?

From the studio.

Look, they're just flowers. Studio citizens all the time.

I'm so... I'm so young and pretty.

Sure, lady. You look great.

She thinks you're nuts.

She can't see me, so improvise.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

I'm Miss Ireland's new personal assistant, so I will take the flower.

Here. Okay?

Listen, Gloria.

I work for the Babylonians.

Any and all information would be greatly appreciated and handsomely compensated

for.

You're asking me to spy for you?

The only way you're going to get her is to stop writing a story about Dorothy.

is if you get her to believe that you're on her side.

Make her trust you.

Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

Well?

Yeah. Okay.

Sure, I will do it. I mean, you want a story exclusive on Dorothy?

I'm your girl.

Great. Look, you're making the right decision.

Because where there's smoke, there's fire.

Find out what happened to your predecessor.

Give me proof of any sort of relationship.

Any relationship.

And there'll be more where this comes from. Deal?

Deal. Ciao.

I think I just bribed myself.

Let's just hope you're on the right side of this.

That way you save two lives.

Yours and Dorothy's.

It's not that easy. It's in her bedroom.

50 boxes make it easy.

Bingo. Huh?

Wow.

Dorothy, you're in my heart forever.

Anna. What are you doing in here?

May I have that, please?

I wasn't trying to pry.

Go get the car.

Dorothy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean... Please, close the door on your way out.

Well, here we are.

Wait here.

Where are we?

I'll be back soon.

Hey! Hey, Dor... Dorothy.

Who are you?

What is she doing here?

I tried to stop her. I pulled the pool van off the side of the road. I popped

the hood. I begged her for jumper cables. I'm telling you, I was working

Then you drove by with Dorothy and she was off. Like a barracuda out of you

where.

Quick. What do we do? What do we do?

Oh, this never happened the first time.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same thing.

What is this place?

I don't know.

Well. I guess it's up to me to find out. No, no, wait.

Wait, wait. Let me go inside.

I have better access, you know. I can get in closer.

I promise you, I will get you your story.

Give me one good reason to trust you.

Ah, because, uh... Because deep down, we are the same.

You know, we're the same person. You and I, uh... Somos la misma persona.

I mean, you know, I mean, we make our living in the same business, so... Why?

You got ten minutes.

Then I go inside and take no prisoners.

Louise, please take this for anything she needs. Of course. Thank you.

Hi,

Anna.

Are you the new nurse?

Anna, it's Dorothy.

Who you used to work for?

You were my personal assistant for 20 years.

Remember?

You look very beautiful today, Anna.

Oh, I'm not pretty.

I'm old now, you know.

I don't dance anymore.

But once.

Once.

Oh, that's so nice.

So nice of you.

That's my favorite song.

I know.

You do?

Who are you?

I'm Dorothy.

You worked for me.

We were close.

So close for many years.

Dorothy. That's right.

You took care of me.

When the wolves were at my door, you beat them back.

And when I was sad, you made me laugh.

And I was never lonely.

Because you were there.

See?

You wrote, Dorothy, you're in my heart forever, Anna.

I know you.

You're Dorothy.

That's right, I'm Dorothy.

Where's the scarecrow?

And the tin man?

And the lions and tigers and bears?

Oh, my.

I don't like animals, Dorothy.

They can devour you.

Please don't let the wolves in at the door.

I won't.

I promise.

I won't.

You left this in the car. I told you to wait outside.

Isn't anything sacred anymore?

I was just trying to help. By spying on me?

You've got it all wrong. Can't you understand? This is mine!

I understand.

It's mine!

Dorothy, do now.

Not Dorothy. Me.

Dorothy's secret love?

Cut. Red -handed in their secret loveless. I don't know how they can

Look at that. Page two.

A picture and a quote is worth a thousand words.

But that's not true.

It doesn't matter it's not true. It matters that it's out there. Isn't that

you've been trying to tell me?

I was good.

I was so good, even I can't outsmart myself.

I'm sure, Othniel, take all the extenuating circumstances into

It's not me I'm worried about.

It's about that poor woman whose best friend has lost her mind, her memories,

their memories.

Dorothy tries so hard to protect her.

I should have seen her.

She gives her so much love, like if she was a newborn baby.

I've never given that much love to anyone.

Not even my father.

He's paved the road to redemption.

How?

Gotta get her to retract this story.

It's going to be a little bit difficult considering that now I own the story.

Is Miss Dorothy here?

Margarita? What are you doing here?

Is everything okay?

Are you all right? No.

I'm not all right.

Speak to Kat Lopez, please. It's very important.

Gloria Rodriguez.

What meeting?

You've been telling me that for the past two hours. Listen, I need to speak to

her. It's urgent.

Let me help.

Oh, I think you've helped quite enough.

Don't you?

It seems the studio has dropped me from their film.

Something to do with my alleged sexuality not boding well to play a

lead opposite Sean Connery.

Truth is, I don't care about this stupid movie.

I'll survive.

I'll write my memoirs if I have to.

But you know what mattered?

Huh?

What mattered?

But I love my baby.

After reading today's rag sheet headlines, Margarita called my lawyer.

And she said she's giving my baby to a couple in Arkansas.

Can you believe it?

I'll get the paper to retract it. I swear I will, Dorothy.

You swear?

Let me tell you something, Gloria Rodriguez.

I've done a little dirt digging of my own.

It seems my agents never heard of you.

You're a fraud.

You set me up.

Told that reporter everything for a few measly bucks and destroyed everything

that was real and true that I have in my life.

Get out.

I'm okay.

This is all your fault.

I've never seen her like this.

You got this to happen.

You have to fix it.

No, no, no, no.

Right. Bueno.

Okay. Bye.

You've got a printer impression here.

Spit on what?

Spit on the fact that Dorothy Ireland and I are not lovers. And even if they

were, it'd still be none of anyone's business.

Why should I? Six million managers believe you, poor boy.

Put yourself in her position for a minute.

How would you like living instead of fishbowl?

Reporters exposing your every move, robbing you of your privacy of your life

just for a quick buck? Not great, but that'll never happen to me, so... If you

only knew how damaging this is to Dorothy.

Not only to her career, but to her entire life. And to yours.

What is it that I have to do for you to get it?

You what?

That I shouldn't print to Dorothy's PR people want me to print?

Sorry, Gloria.

But no matter what you do, I write the truth.

The truth they don't want anyone to know about. The real truth. The other truth.

Or lies.

Lies disguised as the truth. Whatever it takes. Because bottom line is about

selling newspapers.

This is not what you dreamed of when you became a reporter.

Well, now you know my dreams.

Listen, Gloria, you and I are not the same.

We had a deal. You don't like what I found out? Fine.

You tell me this is not the truth? What is the truth?

What did you see inside the house? And why were you hugging Dorothy Ireland?

It's private.

Dorothy's lover doesn't deny story.

Thanks.

I was always the bloodhound, never the fox.

Come on you guys, move, move, move, move!

I got here as soon as I could.

Thanks for the tea.

So, where is she?

I tried to revive her.

Revive her? I thought you said she broke her ankle.

I lied.

I want you to see for yourself what you did.

What I did?

You're not suggesting. This is my fault.

What? You don't have the guts to see a half -dead woman that pumped the pills

out of her stomach, but the water in her lungs may kill her anyway.

And all this happened because of what you wrote.

Take responsibility.

I never thought... I never meant to hurt anyone.

I know.

I know you never intended for this to happen, but now that it has, you have to

write a retraction.

Give Dorothy back her life, her dignity, whether she lives or not.

I'll call it in right now.

Keep me posted.

Dr. Anthony to radiology.

Dr. Anthony to radiology.

Well, I think I just renewed my faith in myself.

Roger. Kelly Lopez.

Listen, I'm at T .J.'s final hospital.

I can't even believe it.

Do you remember that story I wrote about Dorothy Ireland being gay?

Well, that's nothing compared to this.

Dorothy Ireland attempts suicide.

Do you have a pen?

Hey.

You just phoned in the juicy scoop.

No.

Nothing can stop this story now.

You can.

How?

With the truth.

I don't know what the real scoop is, but Othniel knew. He knew who you really

were. Someone you forgot.

You better go remind yourself.

I guess I will.

I know this is not who you really are.

You have no idea who I am. You just called in, Donald. It's a suicide story.

Sentence for both of you. You're really scaring me.

The Levy Award.

What about it?

June 17, 1977.

Berkeley School of Journalism.

You received the highest and most prestigious honor ever given to a

reporter.

This is a belated congratulations?

Hardly.

You went undercover investigating a world of

rich student drug runners that didn't even exist.

No one knew that you made up the whole story.

No one here except you and me.

You got offers from top newspapers all over the country.

Your father was so proud of you, but he couldn't

understand why you turned them all down.

But you knew exactly what you were doing.

You took this job at the tabloid because deep down you felt you

didn't deserve all the honors and the praise.

But most of all... Yeah, but... But most of all,

you felt you didn't deserve your father's love.

Who are you?

How do you know all this?

I know your heart.

I know your soul.

Words

are

very strong. They're very powerful.

And they can elevate you or they can destroy you.

He's immune to that.

Not you.

Not even a moon star.

We have to hurry.

Where are we going?

We can still stop the run. No, we can't stop the run. Yes, we can. No one can

stop the run except for the editor. What? Are you out of this?

Never liked him.

Never mind. Come on. We don't have time. Come on. We can do it together.

Over here. Over here. Come on.

What is it? What happened?

Two minutes of time's up, Kat.

It's now or never.

Okay, this one, this one. Now, go to the control box and press the kill button

like your life depended on it.

Go! Hey!

What are you two doing there?

I told security!

Bower, I'll take care of him.

No!

Okay.

The other one, the other one.

Bingo! Stop!

Roger. What do you think you're doing, Kat?

We've got to stop the run.

If the story gets out, it'll destroy Dorothy Island.

Yeah, probably.

Now, give me the key.

Look, we're talking about human beings here.

We invade their privacy. We put rumors and lies.

We hide behind the law. It's wrong.

Who are you, you little pipsqueak, to tell me what's right and what's wrong?

Have you investigated her relationship with her assistant of 20 years?

No? Well, I have!

Stop the run, and you're fired.

And what a waste, because I'll just start it back up again.

No, you won't.

Because if you do, she'll go to the press and tell them that Dorothy's

love was a lie.

That she made it all up.

And you wrote it in your paper. So that makes you liable for writing a story

with actual malice.

Dorothy will sue the pants off you, and when she does, we'll both testify

against you in court.

I don't respond well to threats.

Neither do I.

Touch that kill button and mark my words.

You're dead in this town.

A toast to my daughter, Kat Lopez.

Editor -in -chief of Confidential Reporter magazine.

To Kat, a wonderful friend and the best godparent to my Annabelle.

Annabelle. I'm so proud of you, Mia.

You're everything a man could ever want in a daughter.

Not good at all.

But I never thought I...

I live to hear you say those words.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Do you have a cover? Of course.

My own magazine.

Could there be a Pulitzer in your future?

I want to write a story about you.

Not if you can't remember.

Yeah, okay.

Ah, three lovely ladies.

Cute.

Very cute.

Change your world.

Change.

Rearrange your world.

Change. Take one divine turn.

Change. If it was only a second turn. Change.