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  B R O A D C A S T   N E W S

  by James L. Brooks.

  --------------------------------------------------------------

  FADE IN

  EXT. CITY STREET - DAY

  A restaurant supply truck is curbside, near a small
  restaurant.  GERALD GRUNICK, forty-one, is closing the back
  door of his truck, feeling good about the world, a common
  state for him.  He moves towards the cab of the truck and gets
  inside as we SUPER:

    KANSAS CITY, MO. - 1963

  INT. TRUCK - DAY

  As he sits down beaming over his recent good fortune... now we
  REVEAL his twelve-year-old son, TOM, seated quietly beside him.
  He seems a bit down.  Gerald glances at his son.

        GERALD
    I don't know a recent Saturday I've
    sold more.  You didn't think I'd
    sell that health restaurant, did you?

        TOM
    No.  Not even you.

        GERALD
    Why so glum?

        TOM
    I don't know.

        GERALD
      (a beat)
    Go ahead.

        TOM
    No, nothing.  I've got a problem,
    I guess.

        GERALD
    Were you bothering by those
    waitresses making a fuss?

        TOM
    No.  But, honest.  What are you
    supposed to say when they keep
    talking about your looks?  I don't
    even know what they mean -- "Beat
    them off with a stick."

  Gerald stiffs a grin.

        GERALD
    You know, Tom, I feel a little
    proud when people comment on your
    looks.  Maybe you should feel that
    way.

        TOM
    Proud?  I'm just embarrassed that
    I like when they say those things.

        GERALD
    As long as that's your only problem
    you're...

        TOM
    It's not.

  He looks directly at his father and talks quietly, and sincerely.

        TOM
    I got my report card.  Three Cs,
    two Ds and an incomplete.

        GERALD
    Oh my.  I see you studying so hard,
    Tom.  What do you think the problem is?

        TOM
    I'll just have to try harder.  I don't
    know.  I will.
      (talking himself
       into it)
    I will.  I will.  I will.

  He shakes his head for emphasis, glad he's received this pep
  talk from himself -- he hands the card to his father.

        TOM
    Thanks, Dad, this talk helped.  Will
    you sign it, please?

        GERALD
      (as he signs)
    Would it help if I got you a tutor?

        TOM
      (suddenly hopeful)
    That would be great.
      (worried)
    It better help.  What can you do with
    yourself if all you do is look good?

  SUPER THE LEGEND -- "FUTURE NETWORK ANCHORMAN"

              FADE OUT

  FADE IN

  BOSTON, MASS. - 1965

  INT. HIGH SCHOOL - AUDITORIUM - DAY

  AARON ALTMAN, looking almost preposterously young in his
  graduation gown -- is delivering his valedictory.  He is a
  rare bread -- a battle-scarred innocent.

        AARON
    ...and finally to the teachers of
    Whitman High School, I don't have the
    words to express my gratitude which
    may have more to say about the quality
    of the English Department here than
    my own limitations...

  He awaits a laugh and gets only the weird sound of collective
  discomfort.

        AARON
    ...that was, of course, not meant to
    be taken seriously.  A personal note.
    I am frequently asked what the special
    difficulties are in being graduated
    from High School two months shy of my
    fifteenth birthday.  I sometimes
    think it was the difficulties
    themselves which enabled me to do it.
    If I'd been appreciated or even tolerated
    I wouldn't have been in such a hurry to
    graduate.  I hope the next student who
    comes along and is able to excel isn't
    made to feel so much an outcast.  But
    I'm looking forward to college; this is
    the happiest day I've had in a long
    time.  I thank you and I forgive you.

  This is very little applause.

  ANGLE ON TEACHERS

        MALE TEACHER
    I'm always so confused by Aaron.
    Is he brave and earnest or just
    a conceited little dick-head?

  BACK TO AARON AS WE SUPER: "FUTURE NETWORK NEWS REPORTER"

  ANGLE ON STAGE

  As Aaron walks to his seat past three full grown tough looking
  semi-literate high school graduates.

        YOUTH #1
    Later, Aaron.

  EXT. SCHOOL YARD - DAY

  Clusters of graduates at the fence bordering the sunken school
  yard looking down as the tough cap and gowners seen earlier
  cuff Aaron around.

  CLOSER IN

  Aaron feeling from a blow -- his lip bleeding -- his teeth
  covered with blood...as he gets to his feet.  He is livid --
  something primal triggered by this brutality.

        AARON
    Go ahead, Stephen -- take your
    last licks.
      (points at his
       face)
    But this will heal -- what I'm
    going to say to you will scar you
    forever.  Ready?  Here it is.

  He dodges as they come after him.  They catch him by the hair
  and hurl him to the ground.  As he gets up he hurls his
  devastating verbal blow.

        AARON
    You'll never make more than
    nineteen thousand dollars a year.
    Ha ha ha.

  They twist his arm and grip him -- his face scraped on the
  concrete.

        AARON
    Okay, take this:  You'll never
    leave South Boston and I'm going
    to see the whole damn world.  You'll
    never know the pleasure of writing
    a graceful sentence or having an
    original thought.  Think about it.

  He's punched in the stomach and sinks to the ground.  As the
  Young Toughs walk off Aaron catches a phrase of their
  conversation.

        YOUTH TOUGH
    Nineteen thousand dollars...
    Not bad.

  FADE IN

  ATLANTA, GEORGIA - 1968

  INT. SUBURBAN HOME - NIGHT

  JANE CRAIG, ten years old, is in her room typing.  Above the
  desk where she works is a bulletin board with letters and
  pictures tacked to each one.  Her desk has several file racks
  which contain bulging but neat stacks of air mail envelopes --
  a roll of stamps in a dispenser is to one side.  Jane types
  very well in the glare of her desk lamp.

        JANE
      (voice over; as
       she types)
    Dear Felatzia, it's truly amazing
    to me that we live a world apart
    and yet have the same favorite music.
    I loved the picture you sent and
    have it up on my bulletin board.
    You're growing so much faster than
    I am that I...

  OTHER ANGLE

  SHOWING Jane's FATHER standing near the door.

        JANE
      (voice over)
    ...am starting to get jealous.
    I read in the newspapers about
    the Italian strike and riots in
    Milan.  I hope you weren't...

        FATHER
      (softly)
    Honey?...

  Jane SCREAMS, and grabs her heart, breathing heavily, babbles
  nervously at her Dad.

        JANE
    Oh God -- Daddy -- don't...don't...
    don't ever scare me like that --
    please.

  We SUPER:  "FUTURE NETWORK NEWS PRODUCER"

  Her father is himself taken aback with the shock of her reaction.
  Falling back towards the door:

        FATHER
    Jane -- For God's sake...
      (recovering)
    Look, it's time for you to go
    to sleep.

        JANE
    I just have two more pen pals and
    then I'm done.

        FATHER
    You don't have to finish tonight.

        JANE
      (he doesn't get in)
    Nooo.  This way the rotation stays
    the same.

        FATHER
    Finish quickly.  I don't want you
    getting obsessive about these
    things.  Good night.

  We REMAIN WITH Jane who has obviously become disconcerted and
  troubled.

  INT. HOUSE - NIGHT

  As Jane moves to room at the other end of the hall -- a family
  room where her Father reads the latest Rolling Stone of the
  mid-60's -- Hunter Thompson, the New Journalism, the slim
  Jann Wenner -- Jane bursts into the room.

        JANE
    Dad, you want me to choose my words
    so carefully and then you just throw
    a word like 'obsessive' at me.  Now,
    unless I'm wrong and...
      (enunciating)
    ...please correct me if I am, 'obsession'
    is practically a psychiatric term...
    concerning people who don't have anything
    else but the object of their obsession --
    who can't stop and do anything else.  Well,
    Here I am stopping to tell you this.  Okay?
    So would you please try and be a little
    more precise instead of calling a person
    something like 'obsessive.'

  She advances furiously on her Father since even this strung out,
  even with two additional pen pal letters to get off, she had
  enough sense of duty to kiss him good night before storming from
  the room.  She exits the room INTO BLACK.

  Stay on BLACK as we begin MAIN TITLES:

  OVER EXT. SMALL MID-WESTERN CITY - DAY

  Emerging from the blackness -- Jane Craig -- now a
  twenty-eight-year-old woman -- a long speed walker wearing a
  jacket to which reflecting stripes have been glued -- the kind
  of gear only possessed by someone who runs at off-hours.  The
  Jacket itself is a wish-I-had-it souvenir from some important
  news assignment, the sort of treasure you love about all else
  yet never mention.  She stops running as she feeds quarters into
  the first of a phalanx of newspaper machines -- getting seven
  different papers before moving on.

  INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY

  As she enters from the bathroom, having showered and dressed.
  The sun is jus now rising.  She sits next to her phone.

  INSERT:  JANE'S ROOM

  The Filofax book is almost an additional character -- a crucial
  hand-fashioned tool of Jane's trade.  She flicks at a page --
  takes down a typewritten sheet scotch-taped to it showing the
  room number of her crew and reporter.

  ON JANE

  As she dials one room number.

        JANE
      (into phone)
    Hi...It's me...

  INT. DUPLICATE MOTEL ROOM - DAY

  ANGLE ON CAMERAMAN -- his equipment in evidence though
  essentially asleep holding his bedmate's hand, as he listens
  to Jane.

        JANE'S VOICE
      (voice over)
    It's thirty minutes before you have
    to meet me in the lobby -- nudge
    your wife.

  BACK TO SCENE

        JANE
    There's probably no time to eat...
    but there's a cafeteria at the bus
    depot once we get down there.  I
    love working with you two...It
    saves me a call.

  She dales.

  INT. DUPLICATE MOTEL ROOM

  Where Aaron is switching his TV from station to station,
  monitoring the early morning news.  His PHONE RINGS.

        AARON
    Hi.  Turn on your TV...
    Good Morning America, the
    Morning News and Today are all
    about to talk to Arnold
    Schwarzenegger and I think he's
    live on at least two of them.

  BACK TO SCENE

        JANE
    At six o'clock on the wake-up
    news they used the wrong missile
    graphic.

        AARON
      (Austrian accent)
    Now listen, Arnold just said that
    he's been making three million a
    movie now.  But he's not ever
    gonna change.  He's still the same
    person when he was making two
    million dollars a movie.  He feels
    no different.  He also bought a brand-
    new condo with Maria, they gonna
    furnish tastefully.

        JANE
    A half hour in the lobby.

        AARON
      (Austrian accent)
    Okay, I'll see you in the lobbies [sic].

  She hangs up -- takes the phone off the hook and lays it on the
  bed for a moment's solitude.  She sits stiffly, palms on top of
  her legs.  It looks like someone with unusually good posture,
  waiting for something, and now we BEGIN TO SEE the first signs
  redden and she begins to cry.  Now she sobs -- then miraculously
  shakes it off and exits quickly to the bathroom.  This crying
  episode is clearly part of her morning routine.

  INT. BUS STATION - DAY

  Jane standing behind her husband-wife - camera-sound team
  as they train their attention on Aaron; who is getting ready to
  do a stand-up.  There is a DERELICT off to one side.  Aaron holds
  his microphone at the ready.

        AARON
    Ready.

        CAMERAMAN
    Your hair's a little funny.

        AARON
    It's an ethnic curl, I can't do
    anything about it.

        CAMERAMAN
    In front of a little -- it's a bit...
    You want a mirror?

        AARON
    No -- Don't worry about it.  Let's
    do this.

  Jane nods her assent.

        CAMERAMAN
    Okay.

  AARON SEEN THROUGH CAMERA

        AARON
    In other times, for other purposes,
    there might be a band and bunting
    here at the bus depot for J.D. Singer's
    return from war.  He...

        JANE
      (interrupting)
    I'm sorry.  But look at how
    wonderful his face is.

  She points to the derelict.

        AARON
    Oh, you mean use him...That's
    nice.  Okay.

        CAMERAMAN
    I'll put him in the low corner of
    the frame -- good.

        AARON
    In other times, with other purposes,
    there might be a band and bunting
    here at the bus depot for J.D. Singer's
    return from war.  Last week he was
    decorated by a president for heroism
    in a war.  But it was the civil war --
    in Angola -- and he was in it for the
    money.

  He puts the microphone down.

        AARON
    Thanks.

  He passes a vending machine and checks the stray hair.

  INT. GATE AREA - DAY

  Jane in the distant b.g. on the phone.  Aaron and crew shooting
  as the bus pulls up, hisses to a stop and tired, rumpled
  passengers exit the bus.  J.D. SINGER, strong, 9'6" figure
  emerges and is displeased to find a camera trained on him.
  He reacts with all the grace of a short mercenary.

        J.D.
    Go 'way.

  J.D. gets his luggage from the compartment under the bus.  The
  crew shooting.

        AARON
    Just a few questions?

        J.D.
    No.

  He starts walking -- the four person newsteam staying with him.

        AARON
    We came from Washington.

        J.D.
    Move away from me.

        AARON
      (holding out
       microphone)
    How long has it been since you've
    been home.

        J.D.
      (moving)
    Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuckes.  Snot...
    Fuckee.  You want to use that?

        AARON
    It depends on how big a news day it
    is.

  They reach Jane.  She calls to him.

        JANE
    J.D.  I'm Jane Craig.  I spoke to
    you in Angola.  I gave you some
    sugarless gum and Handi-Wipes.

  As he reacts to her:

  INT. JANE'S ROOM - NIGHT

  Jane sitting next to Aaron making detailed timing notes as she
  screens the material shot that day on a portable monitor unit.

        AARON
    Where's where I asked him about
    being scared?
      (then)
    You should work on your speech.

        JANE
    No.  It makes me nervous to think
    about it.  Let's do this.

  She consults her notes and goes back to the exact spot.

        AARON
      (on tape)
    All this business of war -- do you
    get scared?

        J.D.
      (on tape; he smiles)
    Uh-uh.
      (then)
    I'm a little freaked right now about
    seeing my father though.

  He laughs self-consciously and turns briefly away.

        JANE
    I love that turn away.

  INT. AUDITORIUM - DAY

  Jane is at the lectern in the darkened auditorium as two large
  monitors display some taped news pieces she has assembled.  On
  the lectern is a sign telling us we are at the Conference of
  Local Television News Broadcasters.

        JANE
      (in darkness)
    There's a point I'm trying to make
    about these pieces coming up.

  A WOMAN'S OUTLINE blacked out from behind -- her VOICE
  ELECTRICALLY DISGUISED.

        WOMAN
      (o.s.; angrily)
    I don't think any client of mine
    makes less than fifty thousand dollars
    a year which means they can afford the
    best and you're damn right I feel good
    that that includes me.

              CUT TO:

  ANOTHER ANGLE - ANOTHER WOMAN
  in blackness, her VOICE DISGUISED.

        WOMAN TWO
      (o.s.)
    No.  You'd be surprised at who a
    working girl meets.  I've been a
    working girl for what? -- over a year
    anyway and that must be a thousand
    men and I don't think there's an age
    or type that hasn't been in there.

        INTERVIEWER'S VOICE
      (voice over)
    Policemen?  -- Doctor? -- Lawyer...?

        WOMAN TWO
      (o.s.)
    Oh, sure.  Television reporters.

  A laugh from the audience.  There is a:

              CUT TO:

  ANOTHER ANGLE - FULL FIGURE
  A WOMAN in blackness.

        WOMAN THREE
      (o.s.)
    I'm seventeen now and I've been
    working the streets for two years
    and I guess to be honest -- I stopped
    thinking of it as temporary.

  The lights come up on the room.  The two screens go black...
  there is general APPLAUSE.  Jane blinks nervously.

        JANE
    Please don't applaud.

  ON AUDIENCE

  Sitting in groups of three -- NEWS TEAM from around the country,
  remarkably similar in comparison...a great looking woman, good
  looking man (either young or attractively avuncular) and a Black
  or Hispanic.  They still APPLAUD -- not yet having grasped the
  sincerity of Jane's plea which she presses with more urgency.

        JANE
    Please.  Don't!!
      (she yells)
    I gathered these pieces as an
    example of what's WRONG with local
    television news.

  The applause stops.

        JANE
    The excerpts from THREE SEPARATE
    SERIES on prostitution were
    SIMULTANEOUSLY broadcast by all
    stations in one city during sweeps
    week.  By what bend of either or
    suspension of duty is that broadcast
    news?

  She pauses half a beat for possible applause -- hearing none,
  she continues.  An anchorman sneezes -- four people shout
  "gesundheit" simultaneously -- they laugh.

        JANE
    The legacy of Edward R. Murrow,
    Eric Sevareid, William Shirer,
    David Brinkley and Walter Cronkite
    is being squandered in a desperate
    popularity contest.  Our profession
    is in danger:

  TRACKING SHOT

  As Jane continues, REVEALING that the news team now have even
  more in common.  They do not like Jane.

        JANE
    Yesterday's compliment has somehow
    managed to become today's kiss of
    death.  To be considered a serious
    journalist is no longer flattering.
    It presents the risk of being labeled
    ponderous, or worse yet, elitest,
    right?

  SHOT CONTINUES

  Women playing with their hair, young man bored...one
  middle-aged anchorman fusses with a spot on his tie...

  ON JANE

  Briefly departing from text.

        JANE
    All of you know what I'm talking about.
    We're all trying to act together than
    we are.  But we care.  So, we're all
    secretly terrified, aren't we?

  Not a peep -- she is thrown but doggedly presses on with her
  prepared speech though her throat constricts a bit, her voice
  begins to rasp.

        JANE
    We are being increasingly influenced
    by the star system.  The network
    anchormen are so powerful they
    compromise our last best hope.  The
    current group is clearly qualified,
    tied still to our best traditions, but
    who follows these men?

  TRACKING SHOT MOVES TO TOM GRUNICK

  Seated with other members of his news team, a young blonde
  woman whose hand is resting on his inner leg, a good looking
  Hispanic.  Tom feels a growing excitement -- Jane is not just
  a speaker, she seems a savior.

        TOM
    Wow.

  His female colleague looks at him.

        FEMALE COLLEAGUE
    Oh, I've known so many women like
    that.  They don't like their looks
    so they're angry.

  BACK TO JANE

  Fumbling with her cards, sunk but game -- gamer than she would
  wish.

        JANE
    I was going to talk about other
    trends but...
      (mumbling)
    ...the magazine shows, news at
    profit, influence of
    Entertainment Tonight, the danger, the
    hope, the dream, the question...Oh, I
    was going to show you a tape -- a story
    that was carried by all networks on the
    same night -- the same night -- not one
    network noted a major policy change in
    Salt Two nuclear disarmament talks...
    Here's what they ran instead...Go ahead.
    Show the tape.

  ON MONITORS

  Showing the Japanese Domino Championships as broadcast by all
  networks in the Spring of 1985.  It is quite spectacular -- the
  dominoes falling into one another provoking waves, crossing tiny
  bridges, setting off little fireworks.  JANE'S AUDIENCE applauds
  loudly and squeals with delight.

  ON SCENE

  Jane between the two monitors.  She begins to speak loudly OVER
  the AUDIENCE NOISES of approval.

        JANE
      (loudly)
    I know it's good film.  I know it's
    fun.  I like fun.  It's just not news.
      (as they continue
       to applaud)
    Well, you're lucky you love it --
    you're going to get a lot more just
    like it.

  STRAY VOICE - SHOUT "GOOD"

  OTHER ANGLE

  Jane sitting rocked into momentary catatonia, by the event.
  Dazed as an animal stung by a tranquilizer dart.  She takes
  some irregular breaths waiting for normal life to return.

  WIDER

  Tom the last person remaining in the room.  He approaches her --
  she is totally unaware of his presence, even when he casually
  mounts the stage with an athletic leap.  It takes courage for
  Tom to fully intrude himself, which he now does:

        TOM
    Hello.

  She looks up at him.

  ANGLE ON TOM

  Earnest, nervous -- handsome...Just when she needed a mirage
  there it is.

        JANE
    Hi.

        TOM
    I just wanted to tell you  how great
    you were.  My name's Tom Grunick.

        JANE
      (dumbly)
    Thank you.
      (then)
    They hated me.  I don't hate them.

        TOM
    Well, they say if you can reach
    even one person, it means something...
    And you did that.

  Jane looks up at his smile -- a beat then:

        JANE
    Would you like to have dinner
    with me?

  INT. HOTEL RESTAURANT - NIGHT

  Jane arrives at the maitre d' stand.  She has attempted to dress
  up to the extent that  packing for a short-day trip allows.  She
  looks for Tom.  Tom rises from a table and is immediately at
  her side.

        JANE
    Hi.  I was worried I was early.

        TOM
    I was a lot earlier.

  They are lead to a table and sit down.

        TOM
    I kept thinking what a great break
    it was for me to get to see you
    tonight.  More than a great break,
    maybe just what I needed...just when
    I needed it...Angel of mercy --
    godsend...lifesaver...what?

        JANE
      (picking one)
    I like "godsend."

        TOM
    I haven't been in news that long.
    I've just been looking for the
    right person to talk to.  I have
    about two thousand questions for you.

  He notices that her head has gone into her hands where it
  continues to rest.  He looks at her a beat.

        TOM
    It's possible now's not the right
    time.

  She lifts her head.

        JANE
    If we could just eat first.

        TOM
    Totally understood.  Totally
    wrong of me to talk shop after
    the day you've had.  Totally
    sorry.

        JANE
    Nooo.  If I could just have a
    roll, I'd be okay.

  She takes a roll from the roll plate.  He smiles at her.  She
  takes a bite.

        JANE
    Thank you.

  EXT. CONVENTION HOTEL - NIGHT

  As they walk along -- dumping occasionally and self-consciously.
  Jane is feeling a version of being turned on -- that is, a little
  adrift and temporarily free of obligations.  She is open to
  making a memorable mistake.

        JANE
    Another thing I can't stand --
    Is this dull?

  Tom shakes his head almost violently.

        TOM
    No, no, no, no...

  Jane looks at him curiously -- then:

        JANE
      (broadly)
    Another thing I can't stand is
    ...when White House reporters
    bullshit with each other after
    a briefing and then one of them
    has a theory and the other quotes
    it in his story as "White House"
    sources say...

        TOM
    That actually goes on...

        JANE
    Yes.  My room is down here --
    I'm not tired.  Do you want to
    keep talking?

        TOM
    Yes, sure.

  INT. JANE'S ROOM - NIGHT

  A small good room -- her working paraphernalia very much in
  evidence...the quality briefcase...the reams of well organized
  notes...the thick contact book -- Jane is sitting on the bed --
  Tom, not far away in the room's only chair.  One lamp is on
  and it serves to place Jane in the shadows and cast Tom in an
  enormously flattering light.  MUSIC comes from her miniature
  portable STEREO system.

        JANE
    Come on...Even I'm not that
    hard on myself.

        TOM
    No, I really got this job on a
    fluke and wait till you hear where
    it ends up.

  Jane smiles a calming smile.

        JANE
    I was doing sports at the station.
    The newspaper ran this untrue story
    that I was leaving and they got all
    these tons of protest mail.  So they
    made me anchor.

        JANE
    So great -- right?

        TOM
    Except I'm no good at what I'm being
    a success at.

        JANE
    How are you at back rubs?

  Jane shifts her position so that her back is to Tom... He is
  immobilized by the sudden turn.  Jane waits, just a bit longer
  than it would take a man to run from the chair to her side before
  experiencing the ghost-like clutch of rejection.  She moves
  briskly past the moment -- grabbing a "good night" chocolate
  from the pillow and munching it as she return to his agenda.

        JANE
    It's sort of normal -- the way you
    feel.  In graduate school everyone
    thought the only mistake the
    admission committee made was letting
    them in.

  He moves to the bed.

        TOM
    Listen to me.  You keep on thinking
    I'm somebody ho lacks...confidence.
    That's not it.  I know I can talk well
    enough and I'm not bad at making contact
    with people, but I don't like the
    feeling that I'm pretending to be a
    reporter.
      (cont'd)
    And half the time I don't really get
    the news I'm talking about.  It isn't
    that I'm down on myself.  Trust me,
    I stink.

        JANE
      (levelly)
    I trust you.

        TOM
    I didn't even have the chance to get
    really good at sports.  I wasn't bad.
    I thought I was starting to do
    interesting features but hockey is
    big at the station and...

        JANE
      (interrupting)
    What about the obvious remedy?
    Reversing things.  Maybe getting a
    job on a newspaper.

        TOM
    I don't write.

  Jane laughs or, more accurately, scoffs as Tom Continues.

        TOM
    But that didn't stop me from
    sending out audition tapes to
    bigger stations and the networks.

        JANE
    Well, come on -- it is your life.
    Nobody is tying you to the fast
    track.  Did you go to college?

        TOM
    One year...almost one year.

        JANE
    So, you're not well educated and
    you have almost no experience and
    you can't write.

  He nods agreement.

        TOM
    And I'm making a fortune.

  Jane laughs very briefly -- then rubs her face vigorously with
  her hands... He's making her feel a little crazy.  She gets off
  the bed.

        JANE
    It's hard for me to advise you
    since you personify something that
    I truly think is dangerous.

        TOM
    Uh-huh.

        JANE
      (holding it in)
    I agree with you -- you're not qualified.
      (letting it out)
    So get qualified.  You can insist on
    being better prepared.  You don't have
    to just leave it as...
      (mimicking him)
    'I don't write.  I'm not schooled.
    I don't understand the news I'm reading.
    But at least I'm upset about it, folks.'

  A beat, then he mumbles softly to himself.

        TOM
    Whoa, this was a mistake.

        JANE
    Just what do you want from me, anyway?
    Permission to be a fake?  Stop whining
    and do something about it.

  He gets up to leave.  She follows him.

        JANE
    Well, you don't have to start right now.

  He turns to her.

        TOM
    I hated the way you talked to me just
    now...and it wasn't just because you
    were right.

  He exits.

  INT. JANE'S HOTEL - NIGHT

  She is on the phone.

        JANE
      (into phone)
    No.  It wasn't just the speech --
    the same thing happened with this
    guy.  I have passed some line some
    place.  I am beginning to repel people
    I'm trying to seduce.

  INT. AARON'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

  As he talks with Jane.

        AARON
      (agreeably)
    He must have been great-looking, right?

        JANE
    Why do you say that?

        AARON
    Because nobody invites a bad-
    looking idiot to their bedroom.

  She smiles.

        AARON
    Okay.  Let's do me.

        JANE
    Sure.

        AARON
    Okay.  I feel like I'm slipping but
    do people who are actually slipping
    feel that way or is it always the
    really good people who are moving up
    who invariably think they're slipping
    because their standards are so high?

        JANE
    This conversation is not worthy of you.

        AARON
    I'd give anything if that were true.

        JANE
      (laughing)
    Good night.

        AARON
    Wouldn't this be a great world if
    insecurity and desperation made us
    more attractive?  If needy were a
    turn-on?

        JANE
    Call if you get weird.

  INT. JANE'S HOTEL - NIGHT

  She hangs up -- pulls back the bedspread on the double bed --
  on the other half are papers, schedules -- tapes.  She doesn't
  clear them off so that she is literally sleeping with her work.
  The PHONE RINGS.

        JANE
      (answering)
    I was just thinking it was the
    shortest phone conversation we
    ever had.

  EXT. PHONE BOOTH

  A deserted well-lit area.  Tom on the phone.

        TOM
    I never told you the reason I was
    telling you everything for.

        JANE
      (pleasantly surprised
       it's him)
    Hey?

  INTERCUT:

  ON TOM

        TOM
    Those audition tapes I sent out...
    I've been hired by your network for
    the Washington bureau.  So I'll
    probably see you at work.  Sorry.

  Jane is rocked and soured.

        JANE
    What???

  EXT. WASHINGTON D.C. STREET - MORNING

  Jane and Aaron walking to work -- agitated.

        AARON
    They didn't hire Peter Stiller from
    the Times and he had a great
    audition tape.

        JANE
    You want to start going over who they
    could have gotten?  They can't take on
    people like this for network news.  For
    God's sake.  What's going on?

  INT. NEWS BUILDING LOBBY - DAY

  Tom arrives for first day of work.

  INT. ERNIE MERRIMAN'S OFFICE

  ERNIE MERRIMAN is the network's Washington Bureau Chief.  He
  is in his early 60's, has worked for the network about 40 years
  -- part of the golden age -- a family man, an honorable man,
  a good guy.  Right now he is welcoming Tom to the network
  thereby good-naturedly helping with the destruction of all he
  holds dear.  As he hands Tom his credentials:

        ERNIE
    Any particular area you feel
    strongest in?

        TOM
    To be honest, I was best at anchor.

  Ernie gives him a long look -- is he kidding?

        ERNIE
    Why don't you take a few days observing
    the system?  Then we'll put you on
    general assignment.

  EDITING ROOM - NIGHT

  Two small TV monitors -- a smallish room.  Jane goes over her
  timing notes which correspond to the time code SUPERED on the
  monitors.  BOBBIE -- an extraordinarily silent man -- is doing
  Jane's bidding.  On the monitor we SEE the mercenary piece
  which Jane is editing against a tightening deadline.  The
  PHONE RINGS periodically -- Jane conducting abrupt conversations
  which continuing to edit.  The pressure is palpable to begin
  with but builds and builds; almost like a family fight getting
  out of hand and threatening to bend lives.  Through it all, Jane
  remains remarkable calm.  Her focus is amazing; her command sexy.

        JANE
      (consulting notes)
    Go back to 316, Bobbie.  The sound
    bite in the cab -- it starts, 'I
    don't know how I'll feel...'

        BOBBIE
    We could...

        JANE
      (interrupting)
    Please, Bobbie, we're pushing.

  As Bobbie expertly reverses the tape, Tom's face appears in
  the glass doorway and then he enters the already crowded room --
  Jane's eyes click to him briefly.  She makes not a move to
  welcome him.  He pauses, but is committed and tries to find
  a piece for himself against the wall.

        TOM
    They said I should observe the...

  Jane is distracted by the noise... Tom leaning over towards her.

        TOM
    They said it would be okay if...

        JANE
      (incredulous)
    We're working here!!  You can stand
    over in the uh, uh, uh...

  She momentarily can't think of the word 'corner.'  Then back
  to Bobbie:

        JANE
    Play back the last line...

        BOBBIE
    He said something about...

        JANE
      (sharply)
    Let me hear it!

  Bobbie, taking the sharp commands with ever increasing,
  yet still repressed resentment.

  The Assistant Director, BLAIR LITTON, enters the editing room.
  She is about 26 and every night since she got her job as
  Assistant Director she has been the first to crack under pressure.

        BLAIR
    We'll need it in ten minutes.  We're
    putting it directly into...

  Jane holds up a finger of warning to Blair as she picks up a
  ringing phone and talks to Bobbie at the same time.

        JANE
      (into phone)
    Craig, just a second --
      (to Bobbie)
    Let me hear it!

  Through much of this chaos we focus on:

  TOM

  Wedged into an uncomfortable position between two tape racks --
  He is wide-eyed at this circus of tension and fear.  His eyes
  dart around constantly -- trying to take in as much as he can,
  always returning with wonder to focus on Jane.

        MERCENARY
      (voice over)
    It's been a long time since I've seen
    my folks and all but...I don't expect
    any big-deal homecoming.

        JANE
    Stop there.
      (into phone she's
       been holding)
    I want to shoot a picture from
    a book I have in the office.

        BLAIR
    You don't have time.  Not a chance.

        JANE
      (into phone)
    I'll be right down.  It's right tight.

  She crosses out.

        BLAIR
    I've got to tell Ernie...because
    there isn't enough time.

        JANE
    Yes, there is.

  Blair leaves, as Jane gathers up her notes.  She charges out
  leaving Tom awkwardly along with Bobbie.

        TOM
    I'm Tom Grunick.  I started on
    General Assignment today.

  Bobbie stops the machine, turns in his chair and shakes hands.
  Then he smiles secretly and speaks his first full sentence.

        BOBBIE
    I don't think she's going to make it.

  Tom exits.

  INT. BUREAU NEWSROOM

  Aaron is having a theoretical discussion with Ernie and
  JENNIFER MACK, a correspondent in her early 40's, a pioneer
  beauties in news.  She is well-schooled, bred, trained and
  known... GEORGE WEIN, a black correspondent in his 40s, and
  MARTIN KLEIN, formerly with the Johnson administration --
  State Department correspondent for the network.

        KLEIN
    Okay, what about this?  Here's a
    tough ethical one.  Would you tell
    a source that you loved them just
    to get some information?

        AARON
    Yes.

        GEORGE
    Yes.

        ERNIE
    Me too.

        JENNIFER
    Sure.

        AARON
    Jennifer didn't know there
    was an alternative.

  Jennifer laughs that laugh one always hopes beautiful women
  will laugh when one says something funny.  Aaron smiles at her.

        AARON
    Here's one.  They allow us to have
    cameras at an execution in Florida.
    Do you broadcast tape of the guy  in
    the chair when they turn on the
    voltage?

        KLEIN
    Sure.

        JENNIFER
    Why not?

        ERNIE
    Absolutely.

        GEORGE
    You bet.

        AARON
    Nothing like wrestling with a
    moral dilemma is there?

  Blair enters the scene, Tom trailing several feet behind,
  continuing to monitor the budding deadline crises.

        BLAIR
    Excuse me, Ernie, we're several minutes
    to air and Jane's shooting an insert
    still for tonight's piece.

        ERNIE
    She knows how much time she has.

  Blair flashes a tortured smile -- panic is growing.

        BLAIR
    Okay.  I just wanted you to know.

        AARON
    What is she shooting?

        BLAIR
    Norman Rockwell's 'Homecoming.'

        AARON
      (thinks then)
    Oh, that's nice...
      (walking away)
    We'll need some new lines.

  INT. EDITING ROOM - NIGHT

  Jane up against it now -- but still seemingly calm.  Tom
  watching, keeps on glancing at the clock fascinated,
  impressed.

        JANE
    Okay, Bobbie, just a two-second
    dissolve to the Rockwell.

        BOBBIE
    Should I...

        JANE
      (interrupting)
    Just a two-second dissolve.

        BLAIR
      (hurting)
    Oh, Jesus, we have three minutes...
    Why do you do this to me.  Is it
    because I won an award?

  INT. RECORDING BOOTH - NIGHT

  Where Aaron is writing his last line on a folded over piece of
  paper even as he gets ready to record.  He times it with a
  stop watch.

        AARON
    Norman Rockwell's enduring portrait
    of a Homecoming  The return of a
    fighting man has always been one of
    the more moving ceremonies of war...
    Tearful women, proud men, excited
    children.  But J.D. Singer was right --
    his homecoming was no big deal.

  INT. EDITING ROOM - NIGHT

        BLAIR
    We have a minute and a half.  It's my
    responsibility to tell them we won't
    be ready.

        JANE
    Uh-uh.  We're be ready.

  Blair glances frantically at her watch.

        BLAIR
    In 84 seconds?

  ON CLOCK

  Sweeping from 28 minutes to -- 84 seconds from deadline.  Aaron
  walks in, Jane looks up.

        JANE
      (hopefully)
    Nine seconds.

        AARON
    Eleven and a half.

        JANE
    Oh, God.  Back it, Bobbie -- Bobbie?

  ALMOST SIMULTANEOUS DIALOGUE FOLLOWS.  IT BUILDS UNTIL IT
  DUPLICATE THE SOUND OF LOUD AND BAWDY SEX.

        BLAIR
    You're saying 'Oh, God..."  They are
    going to go to up and the screen will
    be black -- they're going to go to black
    because we're not there.  How about
    careers, huh?  How about careers?

  ON CLOCK

  42 seconds away.

        BLAIR
    We're not going to make it.

  Bobbie makes a small bobble -- Jane giving the merest evidence
  of the strain, scratching her face repeatedly.

        BOBBIE
    Whoops.

        BLAIR
      (unravelling)
    Whoops?!?  Whoops?!?  No, please...
    no, ooh, ahhh, ohhh.

        AARON
    Shit, shit, shit...

        TOM
      (caught up)
    You're almost there, you can do it --
    can do -- can do.

  And as the pitch reaches its zenith, 27 seconds left.  Bobbie
  hands the tape to Blair.

        BOBBIE
    Ready.

  INT. NEWSROOM - NIGHT

  Blair hikes up her skirt and takes off.

  VARIOUS SHOTS

  Our "chase scene" as Blair soars through the newsroom, leaping a
  chair smoothly, smashing her leg against a table in full flight,
  the adrenaline deadening the pain -- she arrives at a waiting
  elevator -- uses a key dangling from her neck to unlock it... jumps
  nervously during the ride and now, in FULL EXTENDED FLIGHT, barrels
  down the long corridor heading to the control room where she
  arrives; slamming the tape into a technician's hand even as it is
  introduced on the air.

  INT. NEWSROOM - NIGHT

  Aaron, Jane, the others looking at the end of the piece on the
  air -- Tom in the b.g. as Blair enters -- relaxed, almost jaunty.

        BLAIR
    I was a little nervous there for
    a minute.

        AARON
    Oh, come on -- tell us another.

  ON MONITOR

  The end of the piece -- the Rockwell painting giving way to the
  mercenary's actual homecoming which matches the portrait.  The
  irony works nicely.  The network anchorman comes up for his close.
  BILL RORISH, 50 years old and able to flutter much younger pulses.
  He is able and experienced -- a reporter who has become a
  journalistic king.

        BILL
      (on monitor, smiling)
    Bill Rorish...Thank you...Good night.

        JENNIFER
    Look at that smile.  Oh, that was
    good and oh my, Bill smiled -- he
    liked it.

        AARON
    He loved it.  Big smile.

  He gives Jane a congratulatory sock in the shoulder which she
  returns -- Tom in the b.g. of the SHOT.

        BLAIR
    I haven't seen Bill smile like that
    in weeks.

  Ernie has walked a few steps to the office.

        BLAIR
    Ernie, you missed his close... He smiled.
      (mimicking)
    Thank you...Good night.

  She smiles.

        ERNIE
    I saw the smile -- good piece.

        AARON
    I'm gonna go look at it again.

  They leave -- Aaron waving to Tom who stands in the b.g.  The
  others leave.  Tom approaches Jane.

        TOM
    I'm sorry if I was in the way.  It
    was totally impressive.  Great piece.

        JANE
      (somewhat formal)
    You weren't.  Thanks.  How does it
    feel being here?

        TOM
    I can't believe I'm really here.  No
    kidding.  If you're through work now --

        JANE
    No.  Aaron and I go to Central America
    on Wednesday -- so I'm cramming.

        TOM
    I thought you were incredible in there.
    I know how much I have to learn.  I'd
    really -- a lot -- appreciate it...if...

        JANE
    'Really a lot appreciate it...'

        TOM
    You  make me nervous.  Anyway if I
    can pick your brain --

  Jane grimaces at "pick your brain."

        JANE
    I can't help you, sorry.  I'm not
    here to teach remedial reporting.

        TOM
    And it has nothing to do with the fact
    I left your room instead of staying
    there?

  Jane looks at him.

        JANE
    Oh, please.
      (then, almost gently)
    You're gonna have to understand
    something.  This isn't personal.

  She exits.

  EXT. CENTRAL AMERICAN JUNGLE - MORNING

  As Aaron, Jane and their CREW march along with a CONTRA SQUAD deep
  in their own conversation.  Except for the DIN of TROPICAL BIRDS
  they seem almost like a cranky married couple on their way to work.

        AARON
    I didn't sleep.  They're giving me less
    and less air time.  They don't think
    I'm at all anchor material.

        JANE
    If we don't get to their camp soon,
    we won't be able to tape the supplies
    coming in.

        AARON
    Last time Paul was sick they gave
    Connie the weekend news instead of me.

        JANE
    You spend too much time -- much too
    much worrying about that crap...
      (suddenly reacting)
    Oh good.

  They have entered a clearing where supplies have been dropped,
  the Guerrillas already tearing apart boxes with army boots
  inside.

  ANGLE ON

  A guerrilla soldier rubbing his shoeless foot.  A pair of new boots
  sit alongside him.  Jane's Cameraman prepares to shoot, saying in
  Spanish, then English:

        CAMERAMAN
    Put on the boot.

  Jane rushes into the scene incensed.

        JANE
    Stop!  We are not here to stage the news.
    Wait and see what he does.

  Then to the totally confused soldier.

        JANE (cont'd)
    Sir, you do whatever you want.  It's
    your choice.

  By now there is a fair-sized cluster of armed men as well as
  the news team staring at the guerrilla, who is at loss as to
  what is expected.  He looks to Jane, who can offer no help
  save her own determination not to interfere.  Finally he puts
  on the boot.

        JANE
      (to Cameraman)
    Okay.

  He shoots the scene.

  INT. HAY ADAMS HOTEL

  Tom, in shirt and tie, is on the phone.  This is a big day.

        TOM
    Okay, I'll meet the crew there then.
    Could you give me that address again?
    Great.  Yes, it's good to finally be
    getting to work.  Okay that's
    17204?  1-7-2-0-4.  Thanks.

  INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

  As Tom gets directions from the CONCIERGE.

        CONCIERGE
    It's only ten minutes if you prefer
    to walk...
      (as he walks away)
    I'll look for you on the news tonight.

  EXT. HOTEL - DAY

  Tom has a real sense of the moment -- of having arrived.  The
  strange bubble of pleasure rises to the surface as he walks off
  to cover his first story.  He laughs out loud, loving his lot.

  EXT. CENTRAL AMERICAN JUNGLE - LATER AFTERNOON

  Jane in the f.g. with her crew while Aaron talks in rapid Spanish
  to the GUERRILLA LEADERS.

        AARON (in Spanish)
    Are you guys kidding or do you really
    think you'll run into something...?
    I mean, do you feel that every time
    and it never happens?  Or is it the
    first time it felt that way and it's
    going to happen?... I mean, how bad
    can it be?... Are you nervous...?
    What's the chances on a scale of one
    to ten -- that we're going to be in
    a war within the next few hours?...
    Really?

  He starts to walk towards Jane -- one of the men he was
  talking with calling after him with an added thought.

        AARON
    Thanks, you speak English very well
    too.
      (to Jane)
    Great news.  He says they've been
    engaging the Sandinistas pretty
    regularly and that he'd be really
    surprised if we didn't take fire
    tonight.

  Jane reacts -- a flash of exhilaration.  Aaron is amazed at her
  attitude.

        AARON
    Look at her.
      (to Jane)
    If anything happens to me tell every
    woman I've ever dated I was talking
    about them at the end.  That way they'll
    have to reevaluate me.

  Jane laughs out loud, attracting the Guerrillas' attention.
  Aaron repeats his speech in Spanish.  The Guerrillas laugh.

  EXT. JUNGLE - NIGHT

  Aaron and Jane in line behind the Guerrillas.  They HEAR A SHOT.
  The head of the patrol gestures -- deploying his men.  Aaron
  grabs Jane and heads for some cover to the left.  As they run --
  more SHOTS.  Jane in work mode.  As soon as they settle.

        JANE
    Let's tape.

        CAMERAMAN
      (Spanish accent)
    Much too dark.  Black.

        JANE
    That's okay.

  ON AARON BARELY DISCERNIBLE

  As they start taping he is breathless with the nervousness of
  the nearly gunfire.

        AARON
    The first shots were fired not thirty
    seconds ago.  The Contras feel they
    must be outnumbered this is so small
    a unit:  that's a given.  Still they
    hold their ground despite the fact
    that their weapons have been acting
    up -- misfiring or jamming.  A new
    shipment of rifles is expected tomorrow --
    all they got today were the shoes.

  There is the SOUND OF GUNFIRE.

        JANE
      (to Cameraman)
    Okay.
      (to Aaron)
    Great line at the end.

        AARON
    Did you shoot their boots?

        JANE
    Of course.

        AARON
    We can cut back at the end.

        JANE
    To the pan of the supplies boxes --

        AARON
    Can you believe it?  I just risked my
    life for a network that tests my face
    with focus groups.

  EXT. GOVERNMENT BLDG - AFTERNOON

  Tom, squashed in amidst a small mob of reporters... behind a
  police line.  He HEARS a reporter next to him say:

        REPORTER
    I think he's coming out now.

        TOM
      (to his crew)
    They say he's coming out now.

  A surge.

        TOM
      (to Reporter)
    Is that him?

        TOM'S CAMERAMAN
    Yes.

  Tom checks his notes.


  INSERT - TOM'S BLACK BOOK

  The same model we've seen Jane use.  A list of questions
  written in big color highlighted letters.  As he looks down
  to study them, everyone else moves suddenly off.

  TOM'S P.O.V.

  The mass of journalists and technicians shouting questions.
  "Will you dispatch troops?" after the Ambassador they've been
  awaiting -- clumping on his limo and then being shaken by the
  movement of the vehicle.

  ON TOM

  Standing alone and forlorn as his crew trots back.

        CAMERAMAN
      (observing Tom)
    What's wrong?

        TOM
    I had a lot of questions here.  I
    missed the story.

        CAMERAMAN
    Don't worry, it's okay.  I got
    a piece of his face.

  EXT. GUERRILLAS CAMP - MORNING

  Jane is standing -- talking to her crew.  Others asleep
  in b.g. -- a drowsy, morning-after feeling.

        JANE
    Are you all packed and ready?

        CAMERAMAN
    The stuff in the dark is not good.
    Nobody wants news lit like that.

        JANE
    Will you just get packed?

  She waves him off -- then she walks several yards away, holding
  a knapsack in her hand.  She takes off a brush and runs it
  through her hair -- opens a plastic case and takes out a travel
  toothbrush, brushes her teeth and rinses her mouth with water
  from her canteen.  She puts everything back in place, then looks
  about, sobs for several beats.  One of the Guerrillas hears her
  sobbing and enters the scene -- he stands a respectful distance
  away.  Jane finishes, notices him, makes a face by way of
  explanation, and exits the scene feeling measurably better.

  INT. WASHINGTON CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT

  The Washington Control Room.  Jennifer, Jane, Aaron, Blair stand
  watching the intro to the Central American piece.  Tom stands in
  the distant b.g.  There are over a dozen monitors -- including
  one which is constantly on the anchor man, Bill Rorish.

  ON TELEVISION MONITORS

  Bill Rorish on camera -- an INSERT behind showing Aaron in
  blackness planted into a Central American map bordered by rifles.
  A separate monitor shows the INSERT alone.

        BILL (voice over)
    A fire fight along the Nicaraguan
    border...in one minute.

  The INSERT MOVES OUT AT US TO FILL THE SCREEN -- WE SEE Aaron's
  dim outline and HEAR him say:

        AARON (voice over; on camera)
    The first shots were fired not thirty
    seconds ago.

  The MUSICAL "EVENING NEWS" SIGNATURE COMES IN ever-so-briefly.
  The SCREEN GOES TO A COMMERCIAL -- as Blair screams
  enthusiastically.

        BLAIR
    Great graphic, great graphic.

  Ernie ENTERS THE  SCENE... He kisses Jane in greeting -- pats
  Aaron on the back.

        ERNIE
    You finally got a piece in a few
    minutes early and I hear Bill loved it.

  Jennifer gives Jane a mock pat on the back.

        ERNIE (continuing)
    I have somebody downstairs who one of
    the clerks brought in and vouches for.
    He says he has something to say about
    gays getting promotions at State...
    It can't hurt to tape him.

  ON JANE

  As she feels Tom staring at her -- turns and notices him
  for the first time.

        TOM
    Hi.

        JANE
    How's it going?

        TOM
    Can I buy you dinner sometime soon?

        JANE
      (thrown)
    I just got back -- I don't know
    which end is up.

        TOM
    Okay.

  In the b.g. WE MAY HAVE NOTICED Bill Rorish on one monitor as he
  picks up the phone at his anchor desk, during the commercial
  break.

        BLAIR
    Jane!  Bill Rorish wants to speak
    to you at the break.
      (as she hands it to her)
    I never heard of him handing over
    compliments in the middle of the
    show.

  There is a stillness in the Control Room as Jane speaks to the
  anchor man in New York who WE CAN VIEW on a monitor.

  ON MONITOR

  We see Bill Rorish.

        BILL
      (into phone)
    Jane?

        JANE
      (into phone)
    Yes.

        BILL
      (into phone)
    Well, darling, if it gets any better than
    that, I'm going to have to bring you up
    here to New York.

        JANE
      (into phone)
    Thanks.  I just wish you'd kept the first
    twenty seconds.

  Blair cringes at Jane's blunt reply.

        JANE
      (into phone)
    But thanks.

        BILL
      (over phone)
    Well, the visual with the boots at the
    end was just perfect.

  Jane covers the mouthpiece and turns to Aaron.

        JANE
    God, he loved the boots.

  Aaron reaches happily for the phone.

        JANE
      (into phone)
    Aaron should be hearing this so I
    have an extra witness.

        BILL
      (over phone)
    Well, you always want to give the
    credit away, do you?

        JANE
      (into phone)
    No, I don't.  He happens to deserve
    the credit.  He's right here.

        BILL
      (over phone)
    I'll speak to you soon

  We see Rorish over the monitor.  He hangs up.

        JANE
      (to Aaron)
    He had to read over some new copy.

  We see on the monitor that this is not so.  It's a very eggy moment
  Aaron.  Tom breaks the silence.

        TOM
      (to the rescue)
    Okay if I watch you tape that interview
    downstairs?

        AARON
    Yeah.

  As he passes Jane he leans next to her and WE HEAR him WHISPER.

        AARON
    Please laugh so they think I'm not
    dying inside but have so much style
    I just said something funny.

  Jane does her part enormously well -- laughing with amusement...
  but her eyes blaze -- her friend has been needlessly humiliated.
  Blair wants desperately to be inside Aaron's joke.

        BLAIR
    What did he say?

        JANE
      (as if still amused)
    I'll never tell.

  INT. SMALL TELEVISION STUDIO - NIGHT

  BUDDY FELTON waits alone.  A CAMERA CREW watches him.  He is
  well dressed, exceedingly nervous.  He summons the courage to
  ask a question.

        BUDDY
    Could I see how I photograph?

        CAMERAWOMAN
    Huh?  Sorry?

        BUDDY
    'Cause for the interview they're
    going to use a screen and disguise
    me to protect my anonymity so could
    I see myself before that?

        CAMERAWOMAN
    Sure.

  The Camerawoman punches a button and immediately Buddy's image
  comes up on a standing monitor on the studio floor.  He's not
  happy with the image -- but works at concealing his reaction --
  gasping a bit of air -- trying to touch it.  Aaron enters.
  Tom smiles a friendly smile which flusters Buddy momentarily.
  But again he almost manages to conceal his private rush.  Buddy's
  internal drama is such he invariably finds himself covering up,
  fearful roomfuls of people will simultaneously guess his
  thoughts.

  Aaron directs him behind a screen and looks at his notes.

        AARON
    It's Mr. Buddy Felton?

        BUDDY
    Yes.

        AARON
    That's your full name?

        BUDDY
    Yes.

        AARON
    I might as well ask you the questions
    on tape.  Is that all right?

        BUDDY
    Yes.

        AARON
    You worked at one time as
    Foreign Service Trainee in the
    State Department.

        BUDDY
    I was there two years and was promoted
    on merit nine times.

        AARON
    Eventually rising to...

        BUDDY
    Office Bimbo.
      (curbing his amusement)
    No, I'm sorry.

  Aaron is having a hard enough day,  He is visibly annoyed.

        AARON
    You're saying the fact that you're
    gay had something directly to do with
    your promotions?

        AARON
    Eventually rising to?

        BUDDY

    G.S.  I don't know.
      (scratches his head)
    I don't know numbers.

  Tom laughs.  Aaron shoots him a look.

        AARON
    You're saying the fact that you're gay had
    something directly to do with your promotions?

        BUDDY
    I don't like the word gay.

        AARON
    Which would you prefer?

        BUDDY
    Ravenous homosexual.

        AARON
    Stop the tape, okay.  Forget it,
    Ellen.  Let's call security and
    get him out.

  As Aaron walks out -- Tom is momentarily fixed on the sight of Buddy
  walking in small circles giving himself a talking to.

        BUDDY
      (self flagellating)
    Great time to act out, Buddy.  You
    won't be happy until you turn the
    whole world off.

  He notices Tom.

        BUDDY
    They're not really going to call
    security are they?

        TOM
    No, I don't think so.

        BUDDY
    How do I get out of here?

        TOM
    Follow me.

        BUDDY
      (dazzled)
    You talked me into it.

  INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT

  Tom distracted -- his day has been a bit of a bummer.  Buddy
  self conscious -- the proximity creating an almost unbearable
  tension of romance and adventure.

  INT. BUILDING LOBBY - NIGHT

  A Guard on duty -- a BLACK WOMAN.  She sees Buddy.

        GUARD
    Oh, you're the gay guy.  I was just
    coming to find you.

        BUDDY
    I'm leaving.

        TOM
      (to Guard)
    It's okay.

  EXT. STREET - NIGHT

  Walking.  Buddy in step with him.

        BUDDY
    Sir?

  Tom turns.  Buddy talks rather quickly -- He cares very much
  about leaving Tom with the right impression.  The last words
  of his speech he hadn't expected to say.

        BUDDY (cont'd)
    Thank you for not shunning me and
    all.
      (more)
    I really did have all that information
    but I thought I might just be being
    vindictive to get a little hunk of
    the ol' spotlight.  I know, horrible --
    but I didn't do it, so okay?  And
    thanks again and would you like to
    have a drink -- at a regular bar?

        TOM
    Oh, sure.  Okay.

  His heart racing, Buddy attempts casual matter-of-factness.

        BUDDY
    Is there a regular bar around here?

  INT./ENT. REGULAR BAR - NIGHT

  Tom and Buddy on adjoining stools.  For Tom, the last weeks have
  been humbling, antagonistic.  He's enjoying Buddy who listens
  attentively and wholeheartedly endorses every word Tom speaks.

        TOM
    I've been doing some morning show
    stuff, but mostly radio -- that doesn't
    bother me.  I'm in no rush for
    anything.  It's just the snotty
    attitude, even if I have it coming,
    it's still...

        BUDDY
    Bad manners.

        TOM
    Yes.  That's right.

        BUDDY
    I know...I mean you didn't do anything
    special for me tonight.  You just had
    what I think are good manners, decency.
    And it really makes me want to be nice
    back and it has nothing to do with any
    homosexual thing.
      (looks right at him)
    Honestly.
      (then away)
    Because I don't know if you've
    homosexual or not and -- you're not,
    are you?

        TOM
    No...no.

        BUDDY
    One's enough.

  Tom signals for the check.

        BUDDY (cont'd)
    I wasn't doing anything.

        TOM
    I really have to go.

        BUDDY
    Okay.  At least let me show my
    appreciation.  The Secretary of Labor
    is going to be indicted on Wednesday.
    For the graft thing he supposedly did
    before he was appointed.

        TOM
    What?

        BUDDY
    Yes, it's true.  They're going to
    make it public Wednesday but isn't
    it a big deal for you to have it a
    day and a half early?

        TOM
    Yes.  How do you know?

        BUDDY
      (shrugs)
    My roommate's very social -- somebody
    from Justice was over and...I always
    hear things before they happen.  Hey,
    and from now on, so do you.

  INT. ERNIE'S OFFICE - DAY

  George Weln, the black correspondent and Tom are seated in the
  office with Ernie -- they are in mid-meeting.

        GEORGE
    I'm virtually certain it's not true.
    He may be indicted eventually, but I
    don't think it will be this month.

        ERNIE
      (to Tom)
    You want to be alone with me --
    tell me your source?

        TOM
    If I told you I'm not sure it would
    totally convince you, but I totally
    believe the guy.

        GEORGE
      (insufferable)
    Labor is my Department -- I can't
    conform it and my contacts go very
    deep.

        TOM
    So if it's true -- I'm terrific,
    right?

        ERNIE
    It's not even a close call.  Of
    course we can't go with it.

  INT. EDITING ROOM - FOLLOWING DAY

  Jane is working with Bobbie the editor... Snatches of the tape
  make it obvious that the Labor Secretary has been indicted --
  George Weln stands behind Jane, who is dialing a number.

        BOBBIE
    Do you want him all the way to the
    car?

        JANE
    No stop where he's all besieged.

        BOBBIE
    Because...

        JANE
      (to Bobbie)
    Right there, Bobbie.

  Tom enters.

        TOM
    So he was indicted?

        JANE
    Yes.

        GEORGE
    We were right not to go with it.

        TOM
    But I was right -- just somebody give
    it to me.  I had a good story.

        JANE
      (to George)
    Give it to him -- so we can concentrate.

        TOM
    Ah, I don't want any credit.  Bobbie
    and I serve anonymously.

  He pats Bobbie on the back... and exits.

        BOBBIE
      (pausing in his work)
    You know, I like Tom, because hi...

        JANE
    Bobbie, please.

  INT. METRO BUS - DAY

  Crowded rush hour... Buddy and Tom stand next to each other.

        BUDDY
    ...and the White House is hoping to
    keep a lid on it for a few days till
    they figure out what to do.

        TOM
    Thanks a lot, Buddy.

        BUDDY
      (brushing it off)
    Oh, please.  So they were really
    impressed with you at work.

        TOM
    Not impressed exactly -- but a break
    in the clouds.

        BUDDY
    I see the change in you -- I see it.

  INT. WHITE HOUSE PRESS ROOM - DAY

  The 10 A.M. briefing just breaking up -- Jennifer leaves her
  network seat in the front row, only to be grabbed by Tom who
  steers her outside.

  EXT. WHITE HOUSE EAST WING - DAY

  In the near distance a circular driveway and a silent armed
  MARINE GUARD, standing at attention.

        TOM
      (to Jennifer)
    So he bought this Peugeot sedan at
    a greatly reduced price while he was
    there in charge of the White House
    Advance Team.

        JENNIFER
    How come you're not chasing it down
    yourself?

        TOM
    Look, I'm junior man -- and it's
    your beat.

        JENNIFER
    Boy, that's nice...I wish we could
    all deal with each other like this.
    I'll check it.  Anything I can do
    for you?

        TOM
    This is my first time at the White House.
    Is there any chance to look at where
    he works and the rest of it?

        JENNIFER
    I didn't have the guts to ask when
    I first came up.  I'll get you a
    great tour.

  INT. BAR - EARLY EVENING

  Buddy and Tom watching the Evening News as Jennifer finishes
  her story.

        JENNIFER
      (voice over; on TV set)
    The President says it's not a violation
    but nonetheless White House sources
    say the full price will be paid for the
    Peugeot and new rules will put future
    bargain hunting off limits for
    Presidential Aides.  This is Jennifer Mack
    at the White House.

  Tom and Buddy smile at each other... energized -- up.

        BUDDY
    Forgive me, but it really is intoxicating
    being a news source.

        TOM
    Nobody else had it.

        BUDDY
    I wish it were you giving the story.

        TOM
    That's okay.

        BUDDY
    What if we just don't tell them
    anything anymore unless they let
    you do the story?

        TOM
    No.  Really...don't worry about it.

        BUDDY
    Okay.  And look, in the future I can
    call you when I have news for you.
    Don't feel you have to spend time
    with me just to get the information.
      (a breath; then
       to himself)
    Well, that wasn't as hard to say as
    you thought, was it, Buddy?

        TOM
    What do you mean?  You're one of the
    few people in this town I can talk
    to.

  Buddy puts his hand to his heart and makes a LOUD SOUND OF
  RAPTURE.

        BUDDY
    Hoooo.

  The BARTENDER and some nearby patrons turn and look.  Tom shifts
  with discomfort.

        TOM
    Hey, Buddy, don't do that anymore.

        BUDDY
      (simply)
    Okay.

  INT. WASHINGTON BUREAU - NIGHT

  Jane waiting for an elevator... It comes and she steps on just
  as Tom clearly excited comes around the bend from Ernie's office
  calling for her.  He goes to the stairs.

  INT. WALKWAY - NIGHT

  He runs out and sees Jane in the lobby below, then takes off
  after her.

  INT. LOBBY - NIGHT

  As he enters and runs outside, looking in both directions then
  running off to the right.  A BEAT -- REVEALING Jane has stopped
  to talk with Blair -- now she exits.

  EXT. WASHINGTON STREET - NIGHT

  Tom on the street, ahead of her, thinking he's behind her...
  He runs another half a block and stops dejected... Turns to walk
  back to the office.  He keeps looking back to see if he missed
  her, so that his head is turned as Jane reaches him, says a
  fairly social:

        JANE
    Hi, how are you?

  She keeps moving -- Tom spinning after her.

        TOM
    Wait -- I need you.

  She stops.

        TOM
    I've got another story.

        JANE
    Some public official skipped a week
    on his Christmas Club?

        TOM
    The House Armed Service Committee
    has a secret report which says that
    the General Stillwell tank the Army
    has dumped a fortune into plain
    won't work.  I have it cold,
    confirmed.  They have five million
    dollars in this thing already.

        JANE
    Billion.

        TOM
    Okay, billion...right, of course.
    They told me I could have any producer
    I wanted -- and I want you.

  As Tom savors the moment.

  INT. TELEVISION STUDIO - EVENING

  Various bureau personnel standing at their desks watching Tom's
  piece being broadcast.  We SEE a TANK MISFIRING.

        TOM
      (voice over)
    One source referred to it as a
    five billion dollar metal sculpture
    to ugly to look at and too big to bury.

        AARON
      (to Jane)
    You write this?

        JANE
    I write for you sometimes.

        AARON
    Not because you have to.

  ON MONITOR

  We SEE a General walking away from Tom.

        TOM
      (voice over)
    General Elton McGuire is in charge of
    the weapon system.

  ON MONITOR - TWO SHOT

        GENERAL
    I've been in the Army twenty-seven
    years -- so I'll let the Army ask
    the questions, not you.

        TOM
    General, I don't want to bother you
    anymore or your family.  But tomorrow
    there will be a mob of me back here --
    so, if you have anything to say, why
    not say it now, sir, the way you want?

  ON TOM

  He is a study.

  Looking at himself -- and though it's far from his first time on
  television -- it's the first time he's seen himself doing serious
  work and, by all appearances, doing it well.  As the General
  answers in the b.g. --

        BLAIR
    I think it's great of us to have left
    in what you said -- just great of us.

  Tom smiles modestly.

        AARON
    Yeah, let's never forget.  We're
    the real story.  Not them.

  Tom and Jane look over -- then Tom looks to Jane for a verdict.
  In the b.g., the news goes to a commercial.

        JANE
    Yeah, I know, I went back and forth
    on it.

        BLAIR
    I liked it.  He's not afraid to be
    human.

  Ernie ENTERS THE SCENE with his fourteen-year-old DAUGHTER
  in tow... He approaches Tom.

        ERNIE
    My youngest wanted to meet you.
    This is Ellie.

        TOM
    Hi, Ellie.

        ERNIE
    You should be honored -- she
    never cares about meeting
    anyone here.  But she liked you
    on television just now.

        AARON
      (entering scene)
    Hi, Ellie -- remember me?

        ELLIE
    I'm sorry -- from where?

        AARON
    I've been to your house a lot...

        ERNIE
      (helping)
    And Aaron went on that fourteen
    day raft trip with us last year.

        ELLIE
      (vaguely)
    Oh yes -- hi.

  INT. NEWSROOM - NIGHT (LATE)

  Tom is on the phone.

        TOM
      (into phone)
    Hi, Dad...Did you see it?  Great --
    I'll send you a tape...I'm sorry I
    haven't called.  Things were a little
    bumpy for a while.  It's not important...
    I'm fine now.
      (what he's been
       wanting to say aloud)
    Hey, Dad -- I just may be able to
    do this job...Well, I'm glad you
    were sure.

  INT. ERNIE MARRIMAN'S VIRGINIA HOME - DAY

  Ernie is hosting the news staff for Sunday brunch -- they stand
  around drinking in small groups... Aaron is standing with Blair
  and a MAN in his fifties we have not seen before.

        BLAIR
    I don't know why we have to feel
    defensive about it.  Newspapers
    are in business to make money --
    why not us?

  Aaron looks at her in amazement.

        BLAIR
    They criticize us for supposedly
    pandering while they run WINGO
    Games.

        GREY HAIRED MAN
      (amused)
    Exactly right.  Excuse me.  I'm
    paid to mix.

  Blair and Aaron laugh appreciatively as he walks off to another
  group.

        BLAIR
    Goodbye, Paul.

        AARON
    Take care, Paul.
      (back to Blair)
    It takes a certain kind of courage
    for you to say that in front of
    the President of the News Division.

        BLAIR
    You think anyone who's proud of
    the work we do is an ass kisser.

        AARON
    No.  I think anyone who puckers their
    lips and presses it against his boss'
    buttocks and then smooches is an ass
    kisser.

        BLAIR
    My gosh, and for a while there, I was
    attracted to you.

  She walks off.

        AARON
    Wait a minute -- that changes
    everything.

  ON JANE

  At the bar getting a drink.

  Jennifer ENTERS THE SCENE... and leads Jane down the hall until
  they are standing alone.

        JENNIFER
    This is very awkward.

        JANE
    Go ahead -- what?

        JENNIFER
    Ummm -- it's dumb dorm stuff but
    I see Tom around you a lot and this
    is such a small office and I'd like
    to see him outside of work, unless
    there's some reason for you to mind...
    in which case I just won't do anything.

        JANE
    God Almighty -- Whew.  Do I mind?
    Why do I mind?  I do mind.  What
    a shock -- I don't have a right to...
    I don't think I like him.  I know
    I don't respect him...So what am
    I talking about -- what am I saying
    to you?

        JENNIFER
    You're saying stay away from him.

        JANE
      (stupefied)
    I can't be.

  She blinks in wonder.

        JENNIFER
    We don't have to settle this
    definitively right now.

  Jennifer moves toward the drinking table -- Jane, unsteadied
  by the dose of self-revelation, moves towards Aaron's circle
  and scratches his back in friendship... Tom approaches an she
  moves off -- not wanting to deal with him.  She takes a few
  breaths as she keeps walking.  We HEAR snatches of PARTY
  CONVERSATIONS, i.e:

        GEORGE WELN
    Tell me one person who ever left
    television news to work on a
    newspaper.

  She moves on; Tom still following.

        ERNIE'S WIFE
      (holding Paul's arm)
    I felt so proud when he turned
    down News Vice President so we
    could stay here.  Suddenly, after
    all these years, we have a life.

  Jane turns -- sees that Tom is still looking at her from a few
  feet away.

        JANE
      (badly)
    Hi, Tom.

  She stands there, genuinely frightened.  She must deal with him
  now.  He crosses to her.

        TOM
    It's the firs time I've seen
    you dressed like this.  You look
    so clean and pretty.

        JANE
    What do you mean clean?

        TOM
    At work there's always this
    sort of film over you.

        JANE
    Well, thumps like me leave appearance
    to guys like you.

        TOM
    You're great at taking the edge
    off a good time.

  Jane starts twitching.  She pauses -- holds a hand lightly on
  his arm to steady herself.

        TOM
    You okay?

        JANE
    Yes.  Just don't say anything mean
    for a while.  Thanks.

  She meets his gaze for an instant -- and, in that instant, loses
  control for the first time in her memory.  She looks strange as
  she retreats from this glimpse of upheaval.

        JANE
    I've got to find someone.  It's
    important.  Excuse me.

  She walks away.

  ON AARON AND ERNIE

        ERNIE
    I had the strangest thing happen
    yesterday.  Anne and I have been
    married what? -- Thirty-six years...
    Everything fine -- two days after the
    promotion came through, I was checking
    myself in the mirror and she was
    making a face at me behind my back.
    So yesterday I looked in the mirror
    and she was doing it again.

        AARON
    You didn't say anything to her?

  He shakes his head.

        ERNIE
    My instincts tell me not to.

  Annie comes up.

        ANNE
    The office is phoning, honey.

  He EXITS SCENE as Anne watches him go.

        ANNE
    I hope he moves that fast when
    it's me on the line.

  ON JANE

  As she passes a chair with an afghan shawl on the back -- she
  picks it up and wraps it around herself, a bit chilled.  She
  sees Jennifer on the stairs and moves toward her calling in a
  too loud, anxiety-ridden voice as she goes.

        JANE
    Jennifer.  Hey, Jennifer.

  ON STAIRCASE

  Jennifer turning as Jane whips up the stairs.

        JANE
    Forget what I said -- you do
    whatever you want to with him.

  She pushes at Jennifer a little.

        JENNIFER
    Well, there's nothing I'm going
    to do right this second.

  Jane pushes her again.

        JENNIFER
    But it's a party, right?

  Jane smiles back feigning female bonding -- Jennifer goes back
  down the steps and crosses to Tom.

  FULL SCENE

  Aaron takes in Jane, who is taking in Jennifer and Tom -- then
  Aaron begins to sense a new dynamic in the room as Ernie re-enters
  and huddles briefly with Paul... The News President is intent...
  The two of them walk over to Tom and Jennifer.  We PICK UP just
  a few words:

        ERNIE
    This would be a good time to tap
    that source of yours.  He could
    have an angle or something.

  AARON'S P.O.V.

  Tom is startled but cool -- nods his head -- Jennifer is amazed
  looking at Tom with new and even prettier eyes... Paul and Ernie
  now move toward Jane, a whole flow of movement creating a new
  energy in the area.  Jane sheds her Afghan as she rises to meet
  them.

        ERNIE
      (to Jane)
    We want you to exec produce a
    Special Report...

        JANE
    What?

  Aaron has come over to join them now in time to HEAR.

        ERNIE
    A Libyan plane shot up one of our
    bases in Egypt.  It's all still
    happening.

        JANE
    Let's figure out the field.

        ERNIE
    Unfortunately, since Paul's here,
    he's made out the assignments...
    Jennifer at the White House...
    George at the Pentagon...Martin
    at State...and we need an anchor
    since Rorish is in his boat, so we're
    gonna do the whole report this
    afternoon from here...with Tom.

        AARON
    That's it.  I resign as of now.

        ERNIE
      (to Aaron)
    Stop it.

        AARON
    I'll tell you what.  I'll stay if
    Tom knows how to spell Gaddafi.

        JANE
    Ernie, as much as I like you, I
    think I have to tell Paul what I
    think, because this is really sort
    of obscenely stupid.

        ERNIE
    Jane, if you want to, go ahead.  I
    don't disagree with you.

  Jane moves quickly off, awed at the prospect of taking on the
  big boss.

  ON JANE

  As she moves past Tom who is talking on the phone, eventually
  catching up with Paul.  In the b.g. Tom has just HEARD the
  "BEEP" of an ANSWERING MACHINE.

        TOM
    Hello, Buddy.  It's 1:35 -- and
    this is Tom.  You can reach me
    at the office.  It's important.
    I can use a little help.

  Jane, because of the proximity to Tom is speaking in whispered
  intensity.

        JANE
    Tom isn't ready for the job
    you're about to hand him.  Not
    near ready.  Not by the longest
    shot.  Aaron's spent six weeks
    in Tripoli, he's interviewed
    Gaddafi -- he reported on the
    Eight-one story.  I think he's
    essential to do the job we're
    capable of and I think it's my
    responsibility to tell you that.

        PAUL
    Okay, that's your opinion.  I
    don't agree.

        JANE
    It's not opinion.

        PAUL
    You're just absolutely right
    and I'm absolutely wrong?

  She nods.

        PAUL
    It must be nice to always believe
    you know better.  To think you're
    always the smartest person in the
    room.

        JANE
      (from her depths)
    No, it's awful.  Oh my, it's awful.

        JANE
      (turning to leave)
    We'd better get moving.

  As they move out... Jane goes to Aaron... He moves with her
  towards the door.

        AARON
    What happened?

        JANE
    I'll tell you later -- where
    you going to watch from?

        AARON
    Watch? --

        JANE
    I'll come by your place, right
    after...drink, take pills...
    Love you.

  She runs out the door.  Aaron turns mean and mocks Jane's
  last words -- screwing up his face in a savage burlesque.

        AARON
    Yeah, love you, too.

  EXT. DRIVEWAY - DAY

  As Jane briefly pauses to see which war has room.  Tom opens
  the passenger seat of his car -- she gets in.  It moves off.

  INT. TOM'S CAR - DAY

  As it moves off.

        JANE
    Nervous?

        TOM
    Excited.

  Jane looks over at him -- there's no question he's just told
  the truth.

  INT. TOM'S OFFICE - DAY

  In the b.g. we SEE the Bureau Newsroom beginning to pulse with
  activity.  Tom closes the door.  He sits down behind his desk
  and opens a bottom drawer -- a clean whit shirt lies there.
  He opens the center drawer -- two ties are inside.  He picks
  one.  He reaches for a package of new red suspenders.  He takes
  off the shirt and puts on the new one -- all of this the work
  of an expert craftsman.  By the time he finishes he looks like
  the authority figure we know he's now.

  INT. BUREAU NEWSROOM - JANE AND BLAIR

  Jane is NOT hyper.  She is purposeful -- organized -- even
  calming Blair with a little physical contact -- a touch on
  the arm, to still her colleague's hysterical demons.

        JANE
    Tell George and Jessica to try
    and cover everything without
    Tom having to ask additional
    questions.

        BLAIR
    And Bobbie says...

        JANE
    Did you hear what I just said --
    do you have that?  Take a breath.

        BLAIR
      (a breath, then)
    Yes.

  In the b.g. Tom has exited his office and looks about --
  waiting for some indication as to what to do next.

        JANE
    And the most important thing
    make sure his earpiece works,
    have back-ups ready.  That's
    never been more vital.  He
    must be able to hear me at
    every second and clearly.

  Jane sees him.  She moves across the room -- takes Tom by the
  arm.

        JANE
    We have twenty minutes -- you can
    wait in the studio.

  Tom coughs nervously into his hand and takes a pen from a
  nearby desk, clips it into his inside pocket and walks off.

  GRAPHICS ROOM - DAY

  Jane is screening and asking corrections in a graphic
  representation of an F-14 shooting down a Libyan Air Force
  Mirage Fighter.

        JANE
    Put in the radar plane that spotted
    them to begin with.

        GRAPHIC ARTIST
    We have no pictures on file.

        JANE
    I can't draw -- but this is a
    rough idea.

  She uses the stylus from the ELECTRONIC PAINT MACHINE to outline
  an American Air Force E-2C Hawkeyes Radar Plane.  Her work is
  stunning.

  INT. AARON'S APARTMENT - DAY

  He has a glass in hand -- some chips on the table with a
  bottle of wine as he selects a Cassette Desk to play.  He picks
  a French song -- looks at some of his books.  He might even
  read.  He is feigning disinterest for an audience of no one.
  He SINGS ALONG with the RECORD in perfect French.

  INT. STUDIO HALLWAY - DAY

  Tom checking copy in the long hallway leading to the studio --
  there is the merest of hubbubs causing him to look up.  Buddy
  is being stopped at the other end of the hallway.

  ON BUDDY AND SECURITY GUARD

        GUARD
    I have to check first.

        BUDDY
      (a bit frantic)
    Well, then check -- but hurry --
    There he is!!!

  Buddy runs the length of the hallway to Tom's aide despite Tom's
  gestures to slow down.

        BUDDY
    Is everything all right?

        TOM
    Yes.  You didn't have to come here.
    It's just that I'm going to anchor
    this special report on this Libyan
    thing...

        BUDDY
      (delighted)
    Anchor?

        TOM
      (amused despite
       situation)
    Yes, stop!  I wondered if you could
    find out anything about what's
    happening.
      (on Buddy's reaction)
    What's wrong?

        BUDDY
    I broke up with my roommate --
    He was really the magnet for
    everyone who knew anything.

        TOM
    Oh.

        BUDDY
    Look, I can start up with him again
    if you really...

        TOM
    No.  I'm doing fine...Look.

  Tom stands there -- a man at home in this media castle.

        BUDDY
    Good.  He's on the world's longest
    ego trip, let him take it alone.

        TOM
    Hey, okay.  Look Buddy -- I've
    got to go to work.

        BUDDY
      (to Tom)
    ...good-bye then.

        TOM
    I'll speak to you.

        BUDDY
    Well, who knows.  Just let m tell
    you what my favorite teacher ever,
    told me -- 'Don't be afraid to be
    wonderful.'

  He leans forward, gives Tom a quick embrace, a small kiss on
  the cheek.  Tom turns and walks off down the hallway to meet
  his immediate destiny as Buddy looks on.

  INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY

  Jane mounts some steps in the control room -- she moves past
  the DIRECTOR and TECHNICAL CREW up to the next level where the
  two news execs, Ernie and Paul stand with their backs to the
  wall, and then up one more step slightly above the desk and
  table occupied by Blair.  Now she slips into the large well
  paddled throne-like seat -- as WE BEGIN MUSIC CUE.

  Literally at her fingertips is the row of buttons which provide
  immediate access to the field reporters at the Pentagon, State
  and the White House.  In front of her the bank of monitors, the
  Technical Team and past them the studio where Tom is seated at
  Anchor, a FLOOR PRODUCER and WRITER feeding him copy.

  ANGLE FAVORING BLAIR

  As she looks at Jane, poised to control the complicated apparatus
  of minds and machines comprising the big time network news.
  And Jane Craig is at the helm.  Blair experiences a flash of
  emotion which transcends envy and verbalizes it.

        BLAIR
      (sotto to Jane)
    Executive Producer -- wow.

  Jane looks at her and, in a moment of atypical merriment, does
  a choking gesture at her own throat as the monitors flash a
  graphic reading:  SPECIAL REPORT... We HEAR an ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
  say, "This is a Special Report from..."

  INSERT:  JANE'S CONTROL PANEL

  Each of four buttons labeled so that the microphone can connect
  her to Tom and the Field Reporters.  She presses the button
  marked "Tom."

        JANE
    You hear me, Tom?  Tom?  Tom?
    Damn it...He can't hear me...
      (to Blair)
    I told you if there was one thing...

  Tom's VOICE on speakers.

        TOM
      (voice over; relaxed)
    I can hear you.  I was just teasing.

  Gulping the air in relief, she slumps nonetheless impressed by
  the macho cool as:

  Tom smiles towards her then -- poises himself just as the
  Announcer's last words clear.

        ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
      (voice over)
    ...in Washington, Tom Grunick.

  He begins his report.  He seems authoritative, compelling, even
  in a low key way.  We trust him.

        TOM
    Good afternoon.  A Libyan fighter
    plane attacked a United States
    Military Installation early this
    morning and was, itself, shot down
    by American F-14 Interceptors.

  Another monitor shows the Graphic running.  In the b.g. two
  men approaches Paul.  They look out of place, decidedly
  non-business like.

        MAN ONE
    Mr. Moore, I'm Marvin Usher and this
    is my brother, Stuart.

        PAUL
    Not now!!!
      (gesturing)
    Look.

        TOM
    The Libyan Missile destroyed an Army
    Warehouse which, just thirty minutes
    earlier, had been crowded with
    servicemen.  No one was injured.

  INT. AARON'S APARTMENT - DAY

  Aaron is seated, feet up, drinking, listening to MUSIC -- reading
  a book, two remote controls are on the cushion next to him.  He
  SINGS OUT LOUD with the record as he reads -- at one point
  providing his own lyric line OVER THE MUSIC.

        AARON
      (SINGING LOUDLY)
    And I can read while I sing.

  He picks up the television remote-control device an puts the
  television on, the SOUND OFF.

  ON TV

  We SEE the graphic of the Libyan plane's flight route, its
  missile firing -- the U.S. planes taking off and the shooting
  down of the Mirage jet... At one point Aaron lowering the MUSIC
  and raising the TV SOUND hearing Tom.

        TOM'S VOICE
      (voice over)
    The heat seeking missile virtually
    disintegrated the  plane on...

  Aaron turns down the TV SOUND and turns up the MUSIC.

  INT. BOOTH

  Jane's hand flicks at the button marked "PENTAGON."

        JANE
    George, you're ready.

  ON PENTAGON MONITOR

  We SEE George and HEAR him through Jane's voice box.

        GEORGE
      (voice over)
    Should I cover everything or should
    I save something for Tom to ask about?

        JANE
    Cover everything!

  George nods.

        JANE
      (hitting Tom's button)
    We're going to George.  Say 'the
    Joint Chiefs are meeting -- we have
    George Weln at the Pentagon'.

  ON TOM

        TOM
    George Weln is at the Pentagon where
    the attack launched by the lone
    Libyan pilot has resulted in a massive
    movement of military might.

  INT. AARON'S APARTMENT - DAY

  Where he still balances STEREO and TV SOUND.

        AARON
    A lot of alliteration from anxious
    anchors placed in powerful posts.

  He picks up the phone.

  INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY

  As Blair hands it to Jane.

        BLAIR
    It's Aaron.

        JANE
    Yes?

        AARON
    I think the pilot that shot down the
    Libyan in 1981 is stationed right
    here.  Maybe you could get him --
    and maybe Tom should say that our F-14
    is one of the hardest planes to fly.
    They're nicknamed 'Tomcats'.

        JANE
    Thanks.
      (to Tom)
    The F-14 is one of the most difficult
    planes to master.
      (remembering)
    Oh, you call them 'Tomcats' and in
    the 70's the first crop had a number
    of crashes.

        TOM
    George, isn't the F-14 Tomcat one of
    the most difficult machines for a
    pilot to master?

        GEORGE
    I think you're right -- it's certainly
    one of our hottest planes.

  INT. AARON'S ROOM - DAY

        AARON
    I say it here -- it comes out there.

  He giggles.

        TOM
      (voice over)
    There was trouble with them in the
    early days -- back in the 70's.

  Aaron dials again... As we SEE Jennifer standing at the
  White House.

        AARON
      (into phone)
    Me again.  Hi.  Listen Gaddafi doesn't
    foam at the mouth or anything.  When
    you speak to him he's not at all nuts.
    He seems like a leader -- very
    impressive, self-control...that's
    what's so strange.

  ON JANE

        JANE
    Right and we have the '81
    pilot on the way in -- Nobody else
    will have him.

        AARON
      (voice over)
    You're welcome.  Sow how does it
    feel to...I know you gotta go --
    Me too.  We're very busy here.

  He hangs up -- LONG SHOT... Aaron with his remote controls.
  The picture switches back to Tom.  He turns UP the VOLUME.

        TOM
      (voice over)
    ...outlaw nation but strangely those
    who have interviewed Gaddafi find
    him, in a phrase we like to use in
    this country, very 'presidential'.

        AARON
    Nice, Jane.

  INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY

  Jane is on the phone.  The atmosphere buckling with strain.

        JANE
      (into phone)
    Just a minute.

  Her finger hits the "Tom" button.

        JANE
      (to Tom)
    To State for the message from Libya,
    then you'll have the carrier pilot
    from the Sidra in time to...
      (a sudden shriek)
    What?  No!

  ON TOM

  Jolted by the shriek in his earpiece but nonetheless continuing.

  BACK TO JANE

  As she SCREAMS INTO the phone -- this is more than volume, she
  is over-the-top livid, her face red, neck cords popping.

        JANE
    We only have ten minutes left --
    how can you talk to me about parking
    problems?  No, not you'll try...you'll
    do it -- do it or I'll fry your fat
    ass, Estelle.  Good-bye.

  As she BANGS the PHONE down.  Paul comments sotto to Ernie.

        PAUL
      (sotto)
    I had no idea she was this good.

        JANE
      (hitting Tom's button)
    Fill for a second.

        TOM
      (fluidly)
    The latest message seems to indicate
    that the Libyan pilot was acting on
    his own without authority from anyone
    else.
      (into camera directly)
    In other words, I think we're okay.

  INT. STUDIO - EIGHT MINUTES LATER

  MOVING CAMERA FROM Tom's left profile TOWARDS HIS RIGHT PROFILE,
  TAKING IN THE Production Assistant who madly shuffles pages,
  even as Tom talks on camera, the monitor through which he sees
  the subject of his interview at the Pentagon, the clusters of a
  assistants on the floor and now WE CONTINUE TO CIRCLE BEHIND him,
  beginning to SEE the Control Room in the b.g. and as we MOVE IN
  TOWARDS HIS EAR, the white ear piece firmly in place, we BEGIN
  TO HEAR, the barely audible crackle of Jane's VOICE as she tells
  him roughly what to say and how long he has to say it.

        TOM
    ...So, Commander, it must have been
    a bit tougher today -- shooting down
    the French-made Mirage Jet.  The one
    you got was a SU-22...etc...

  And NOW ALL IS OBSCURED EXCEPT THE ANCHOR'S EARS, the ear piece
  and the RED LIGHT on the CAMERA and beyond... almost an abstract
  vision.

  INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY

        TOM'S VOICE
    ...Once again:  The Libyan Government
    has disavowed any prior knowledge of
    the flight.  This has been Tom Grunick
    reporting from Washington.

  The special report ended, Jane breathes a breath -- she and
  Blair momentarily grasp hands.  The first talk concerns Tom.

        PAUL
    He was brilliant.  I've never been
    as proud of one of my decisions.

        ERNIE
      (calls back to Jane)
    Great work, Jane, really -- You know?
    Really.

  She nods... totally depleted.

        JANE
    Well, there were no major gaffs anyway.

  Ernie scoffs in her direction.

        JANE
    Thanks, everybody.

  She exits the scene.

        PAUL
      (to the Usher brothers)
    This was important for Tom -- there's
    that bonding thing that happens with
    the public and an anchorman during a
    crisis.  It's not the conventions
    anymore; it's this kind of moment.

  Tom enters.  He is exuberant.

        PAUL
      (to Tom)
    What a baptismal.  Congratulations.

        TOM
    Thanks.  With all the help you get,
    it's sure easier than local.

  Paul and Ernie exchange a glance.

        TOM (cont'd)
    Where's Jane?  I'm still juiced.

  Ernie points off... as Tom exits.  The Usher brothers hover.

        ERNIE
      (to the Usher brothers)
    Can I help you?

        MARVIN
    We're here to play the new news theme.

        ERNIE
    New theme?  You don't need me for this.

        PAUL
    Stay.  Why should I be the only one
    to feel silly?

        MAN ONE
    We need a synthesizer -- but this
    will give you an idea.

        PAUL
    Go ahead.
      (to Ernie)
    Wasn't he great?

        ERNIE
    It worked.

  Man Two has the keyboard out and begins playing the prospective
  news theme:  a suite meant to have majesty and drive, a towering
  composition -- the effect of it somewhat lessened by the fact
  that the two men VOCALIZE OTHER INSTRUMENTS over the keyboard.

  INT. NEWSROOM - DAY

  As Tom makes his way across it -- crews are drifting in... He
  enters Jane's cubby, flushed with the electricity of the "win"
  the most noteworthy moment of his working life.

  INT. JANE'S CUBBY - DAY

        TOM
    You're an amazing woman.  What a feeling
    having you inside my head.

        JANE
      (a bit thrown)
    Yeah.  It was an unusual place to be.

        TOM
    Indescribable -- you knew just when to
    feed me the next thing, just a split
    second before I needed it.  There was a
    rhythm we got into, like great sex.

  Jane looks at him and nods slightly -- an unconscious spasm of
  truthfulness.

        TOM
    You have to celebrate with me, don't
    you?  Everybody's going to that bar
    on the corner, 'Caps.'

        JANE
    I'm going over to Aaron's.  Maybe I'll
    hoop up with all of you later.  How
    long do you think you'll be there?

  Tom indicates that it's an impossible question to answer.  They
  enters the elevator.

  EXT. NEWS BUILDING - NIGHT

  As several people cross the street towards the bar.  Tom has
  been holding back on one question.

        TOM
    It's tempting to ask you how you think
    I did.
      (she starts to reply)
    No.  I'm enjoying myself.  Take it easy.

  He starts across the street.

        JANE
      (trying to be casual)
    Maybe I'll see you over there.

  Indicates Bar.

        TOM
    You'll never show up.

  He starts across the street -- then turns and calls to her.

        TOM
    Jane?

        JANE
    Yeah?

        TOM
    I'll wait for you till seven.

        JANE
      (shouting back)
    Okay.

  Tom races to catch up with the others -- Jane in the distant b.g.
  pauses a beat before walking off in the opposite direction.  Jane
  moving quickly along.

  SOUND OF MEN VOCALIZING NEWS THEME comes UP AND continues
  through:

  EXT. AARON'S APARTMENT - EARLY EVENING

  As Jane approaches and is surprised to find him sitting on the
  stoop outside.

  ON AARON

  Happy to see her, rising fairly soberly to his feet.  He APPLAUDS
  as she comes toward him.

        JANE
    Really?  It was good.

  He nods and APPLAUDS some more.

        JANE
    Your calling in that information --
    you're the classiest guy I know.

  He waves her off... And sits down on the stoop.

        AARON
    It was strange to watch him.  What's
    the next step?  Lip synching?

  She sits a step or two above him, waiting to gauge his mood.

        AARON
    I've been doing some of the most
    important thinking of my life.  I
    wonder if this is the right time to
    tell you about it.

  She steals a glance at her watch.

        JANE
    Well, whatever you think.

        AARON
    I figured out exactly why it is I'm so
    hung up on getting a chance at weekend
    anchor...It's because if I do that well,
    they'll pay me more, treat me great and
    my life will be better.  That's why.

        JANE
    Sounds like you may be on to something.

        AARON
    Which means I'm at their mercy and who
    wants that?...I'm not going to tell
    you where this thought led me...
    Anyway, well, why not  tell you? --
    it's a happy thing.  In the middle of
    all this I start to think about something
    that does nothing but make me feel good
    and makes immediate sense and that's you
    ...And I'll stop here but, Jane, I'd give
    anything if you were two people so I could
    call up the one who's my friend and tell
    her about the one I'm in I...I don't think
    I should go any further.  Come on --
    I'll walk you to the corner.

  He tales her by the arm and leads her to the corner.

        JANE
    You know you've had a strange day...
    I'd sleep on all these things you've
    been thinking.

        AARON
    Absolutely...You go have a good time...
    You have some place to go?

        JANE
    Yes.

        AARON
    Good.

  He grabs her and hugs her exuberantly -- takes her face in his
  hands and kisses her full on the lips.

        AARON
    Well, I felt something.

  He leaves her on the corner and walks back.

  ON JANE

  As the SOUND OF NEWS THEME VOCALIZING PICKS UP ONE MORE...
  Jane moving quickly, hailing a cab.

  INT. CAB - EVENING

        JANE
    We're going to Caps Bar at
    Seventeenth and Vermont;
    Connecticut is clear on Sunday...
    take that over to Fifteenth, then
    around Vermont and we'll bypass
    the circle that way...if you don't
    go over forty we should catch mostly
    green lights.

  ON the DRIVER'S annoyed look.

        JANE
    Come on -- don't take it the
    wrong way.  I just know about
    things.

  He hits the meter.

  EXT. CAPS BAR - EVENING

  As the cab pulls up, Jane gets out and pays him.

        DRIVER
    Great route.  I never made
    anywhere near that fast before.

        JANE
    Thanks -- good driving --

        DRIVER
    Thanks.  Coming from you I
    appreciate it.

        JANE
    Thanks.

  As she turns to enter the restaurant -- Tom and Jennifer exit.
  As they confront each other:

        TOM
    I didn't think you'd make it.

        JANE
    Well, I thought I'd check if all
    of you were still here.  I'll just
    go in and join the gang and you
    two go on.

        TOM
    There's no gang in there -- We
    were the last ones.

        JANE
    Well, I'll go in and have a bite.

        TOM
      (to Jennifer)
    Jennifer, you want to have another
    drink?

        JANE
    Hey, I know how to have a burger by
    myself.  I feel like a little solitude.

        JENNIFER
      (as they move off)
    I sure know that feeling.  Terrific
    work today.

        JANE
      (too jock-like)
    Right back to you.

        TOM
    Thanks for getting me through.

  He puts his hand behind her neck in an awkward gesture of
  camaraderie.  She awkwardly disengages... waves and steps
  inside the door to the restaurant... standing there between
  the two sets of doors watching Tom and Jennifer walk away.

  ON TOM AND JENNIFER

  As they walk to his car, first exchanging a look of reflection
  over Jane... then bumping accidentally, then bumping back, a
  look, then kissing with passion, wrapped around each other.

  INT. JENNIFER'S APT - NIGHT

  As Tom and Jennifer rush in locked in an embrace, shedding
  clothes even as they enter.

  INT. JENNIFER'S APT - NIGHT

  We are aware of MOVING FORMS.

        JENNIFER
      (intense shout)
    Damn all you sons-of-bitches.  Oh
    shit, you bastards...

  They finish.  A beat, then:

        JENNIFER
    Sorry.

  ON TOM AND JENNIFER

  Tom taken aback by the outburst from this woman he's just made
  love to.

        TOM
    No, it's okay...People say different
    things.  They do...the plural threw
    me.

  She laughs.

        JENNIFER
    The last time I was with someone we
    went through this awful mutual disease
    questionnaire but I guess it beats
    getting paranoid the next day.  Okay,
    I'll go first.  I haven't...

        TOM
      (stopping her)
    It would never occur to me to worry
    at all about you.

  Jennifer is touched...

        JENNIFER
    You know something?  I'm deeply
    complimented.   Isn't it strange to
    be deeply complimented because the
    man you're with doesn't think you
    have a venereal disease?...

  Tom slides out of bed naked -- she moves quickly across the bed
  one outstretched hand reaching for his ass, a free -- even lusty
  sort of motion punctuated by her comment:

        JENNIFER
    Give me some of that.

  He dances away -- out of range -- liking the action, a stupid
  grin on his face.

        TOM
    Where's the bathroom?

        JENNIFER
    Through the closet.

  He opens the door and turns on the light in the closet.

  INT. CLOSET - NIGHT

  It is a converted room -- given over the racks of clothes and
  shoes extraordinarily well organized.  Tom stands there agape.
  Various rain coats -- clothes for all climates -- lots of
  luggage.

  She joins him in the closet -- holding out a sheet in front of
  her.

        JENNIFER
    I converted a bedroom -- this
    stuff builds up.  Wait till
    you've been doing this sixteen
    years.

        TOM
    I'm not knocking it.  It's a
    great solution.  Not only the
    storage but you can see everything
    you have.

  Jennifer laughs -- he follows her gaze and sees himself in
  silhouette against the door -- his penis prominent in outline.

        JENNIFER
    Do you do bunny rabbits?

  Tom is enjoying himself immensely.

        TOM
    Isn't this a great date?

  We HEAR the SOUND OF SCRATCHING as we:

  INT. JANE'S EDITING CUBICLE - MORNING

  Jane feeds another tape in -- she is taking editing notes alone
  and SCRATCHING her arm.  She looks worn out -- STOCK FOOTAGE OF
  STATESMEN move across the small screen.  She sighs and, without
  realizing, implores the heavens to help cure a malady she's yet
  to recognize in herself.

        JANE
      (to herself)
    God help me.

  People have begun to filter into the newsroom in the b.g.

        AARON
    Jesus, Jane.  How long have you
    been here?

        JANE
    A long time.  I was restless.
    Will you crack my neck?

  He starts massaging her neck as the phone rings.  she lets it
  ring for a beat as Aaron works on her.  As she picks up the
  receiver we HEAR a CRACK.  She reacts to it at the same time
  she utters a greeting.

        JANE
    Aaah --
      (into phone)
    -- ello.  You sure they said the
    management meeting?
      (hangs up; then
       to Aaron)
    They want me to be at the
    management meeting.

        AARON
    They're not that dumb, after all.

  He pats her on the back.

  INT. WALKWAY - DAY

        BLAIR
    Do you know you're the second woman
    in network news history to produce?

        JANE
      (though distracted)
    No, I'm not.  I'm the fourth.
    Joan Richmond.  Pauline Fredericks
    got that credit once on a U.N.
    special and there's Susan Zirinsky.

  INT. MANAGEMENT MEETING - DAY

  Paul is running the meeting from behind Ernie's desk.
  TWO OTHER NON-EDITORIAL MEN are in attendance.  As Paul
  discusses the more pressing problems of the network news
  division, Jane sits near the window strangely unmoved by
  her first moment at the seat of power.  She has the blues.

        PAUL
    Anyway, they seem to be very serious
    about making me out eight million from
    the budget and that means massive firings.
    I'm doing everything I can... It's too
    early to make up a 'death list' but I
    just wanted you to be aware of the
    situation... We're also going to cover
    the Alaskan serial killer trial on a
    continuing basis.  I'd like it done out
    of Washington which means we've got to
    get somebody on a plane for Anchorage.
    We can't fool around anymore...Jane...

  She looks up at him -- a bit sleepy-eyed.

        PAUL (cont'd)
    This is going to be high-profile on
    the Evening News -- who do you think?
    George Weln or Jennifer?

        JANE
      (much, much too quickly)
    Jennifer.

  The men look at her curiously.  She repeats herself more
  rationally.

        JANE (cont'd)
    Jennifer.

  INT. TOM'S OFFICE - LATE AFTERNOON

  He has been reading from a respectable stack of mail -- Jane
  appears in his doorway.  For the first time, we notice that
  she is woefully ba at at least one endeavor -- flirting.

        JANE
    Come on, I'll buy you a drink.
    There's a big thing over at the
    Italian embassy.

        TOM
    I'm not sure I'd be good
    company tonight.

        JANE
      (self-conscious joke)
    I'll be the judge of that.

  INT. ITALIAN EMBASSY - NIGHT

  As they walk in -- one MAN looks at Tom with a glint of
  recognition.  Then another -- a handshake -- A WOMAN introduces
  herself.  A small knot of people form.

        JANE
    It's much too soon for you to have
    this kind of buzz around you.

        TOM
    Do I have to stand here in the middle
    and meet them all?

        JANE
    I'll get you through.  Move and smile.
      (she pushes him
       a little)
    And smile and move...

  They start crossing the room -- he is moving now, making progress.
  But an EGYPTIAN BUSINESSMAN stops him.

        EGYPTIAN BUSINESSMAN
    Is it safe for me to fly home?

        TOM
    Yes.  We're fine now.

        JANE
    AND SMILE.

  He smiles -- people smile back.

        JANE
    AND MOVE.

  ANGLE ON STAIR LANDING

  Where Aaron (Pimm's Cut in hand -- a cucumber sticking out)
  stands with Martin Klein.  Martin is eating from a huge platter
  of appetizers.

        MARTIN KLEIN
    The Italians serve the second best
    things right after the Chinese...I
    could do an article comparing Embassy
    food...Gourmet free-loading...sell it
    anyplace.  I'm sure not getting the
    assignments.

        AARON
    Who the heck could that be?

  AARON'S P.O.V.

  From the excited group of people blocking his view,
  it's clear there is some personage in attendance.

  ON AARON

  And now he sees that it's Tom.

        AARON
    Is God testing me or something?

        MARTIN KLEIN
    Paul loves him.  I heard him give
    him the most poetic compliment in
    his command.  'He's hot.'  Sometimes
    groups of executives get together just
    to say that work back and forth...'He's
    hot, oh, she's hot.  Oh, he's really
    hot.'  Hot-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot...
      (looking at Aaron)
    And here we are.

        AARON
    Martin, you're not allowed to use the
    word 'we' or I'm moving.

        MARTIN KLEIN
      (sudden thought)
    Maybe Jane would like my food idea as
    a spot...Try the one in the middle.

  He moves off to intercept Jane -- as he stops her... Tom is
  stranded -- then sees Aaron and moves over to his side.

        TOM
    Hi, Aaron...What's doing?

        AARON
    Same old stuff.  I'm watching a man
    who won three Overseas Press Awards
    pitch an hors d'oeuvre idea.

  A MAN stops and introduces himself to Tom -- shaking his hand:

        TOM
    You want to go out there --
      (indicating balcony)
    get out of this for a second?

        AARON
    Why don't you lead?  I'll just
    follow the flurry you cause.

  Tom turns -- the sharpness of the tone unsettles him.

        TOM
    What did I do to you?

        AARON
    You've made my dreams silly.

  Tom decides not to deal with the remark.  He's jolted by the
  hostility.  He leads the way out French Doors to a ground floor
  terrace, where Aaron joins him, closes the door and the two men
  stare at the party.

        TOM
      (gesturing at the
         party)
    Heavy hitters.

  Aaron nods.

  They look inside.

        AARON
      (several beats; then)
    How you doing?

        TOM
      (warming)
    Great.  Network news, Washington...
    I love it.  What do you do when your
    real life exceeds your dreams?

        AARON
    Keep it to yourself.

        TOM
    You know the other day I really wanted
    your reaction to how we did with the
    Libyan report -- I was going to ask but
    I guess I feel a little intimidated with
    you.

        AARON
    Oh, stop it.

  On Tom's reaction.

        AARON
    You can't talk about feeling
    intimidated when you're on top of
    the world.  It's unseemly.

        TOM
    I'm not buying into any of that.  I
    have a load to learn.  I'm not going
    to act as if...

        AARON
      (finishing for him)
    You have the job you have...

  The sudden debate is important to Tom -- but it's moving too
  fast for him.

        TOM
    Shut up a second...

        AARON
      (amiably)
    Okay.  Pretty petty party, isn't
    it, pal?

        TOM
      (picking his words)
    I made one rule for myself when this
    started and I realized I was going
    to take a lot from you people because
    of being from sports...

        AARON
    And the rule was...

        TOM
    Never to pretend to know more than
    I did.

        AARON
    Can you name all the members of the
    Cabinet?

        TOM
      (flustered)
    Okay, let's drop it.  I didn't mean
    I'd take a test for you -- I mean if
    that came up in conversation I'd...

        AARON
    We're conversing...Oh my, the names
    of the entire Cabinet has slipped my
    mind.  What are they?

  Tom is getting pissed.

        AARON
      (compromising)
    Don't name them.  Just tell me if
    you know.

        TOM
    Yes, Aaron.  I know the names of
    the Cabinet.

        AARON
    Okay.

  A beat.

        AARON (cont'd)
    All twelve?

        TOM
    Yes.

        AARON
    There are only ten.

  Aaron's suddenly a good deal happier -- damned if it
  isn't a little infectious.

        TOM
    You're feeling good, aren't you?

        AARON
      (sincerely)
    I'm starting to... We may do
    the capitols of the states.

        TOM
      (dry)
    Fifty, right?

  Aaron almost smiles.

  Tom enters the party leaving the door open.

  LONG SHOT

  Aaron in the f.g. -- his BACK TO CAMERA... Beyond him
  Tom being approached... then joining Jane.

  EXT. JANE'S STREET - NIGHT

  As Tom's car comes to a stop.

  INT. TOM'S CAR - NIGHT

        TOM
    I'm so exhausted.  Punchy.  Sick
    tired.  I can't think and I can't move.
    I'm just a dead lump of poured out
    flesh.
      (then)
    Would you like to come up?

  Tom thinks -- then:

        TOM
    Maybe we could just sit here --
    talk a little?

        JANE
    Okay.  You didn't like the party, huh?

        TOM
    Too many smart people in one room --
    it's not healthy...

  Jane's confused by this.  She looks at him.

        TOM
    I'm going to have to do a story
    from beginning to end on my own.

        JANE
    Eventually.  Does it have to be
    right now?

        TOM
      (nodding)
    Believe me, I wouldn't be doing this
    unless it was absolutely necessary.
    I have an idea for something.

        JANE
    What?

        TOM
    I just read about it in a magazine
    and it affected me.

        JANE
    Well, what is it?

        TOM
    If I tell you, can you manage not
    to put it down or tell me why it
    won't work or is in bad journalistic
    taste or anything like that?

        JANE
      (broadly)
    Yes, Tom -- I think I can manage.

  He turns towards her -- about to stick his chin out.  Hesitates.

        JANE (cont'd)
    I promise.

        TOM
    It's about women who are attacked
    by someone they know on a date...
    'Date-rape,' that's the piece...
    Well?

  Jane clamps a hand over her own mouth.

        TOM
    Okay -- good move.  Keep it there.

  She continues to clamp her mouth shut as he exits the car,
  opens her door and then begins to half carry, half pull her out.
  She keeps her hand clamped over her mouth.  Laughing from
  behind her door and runs for it.

  ON TOM

  His spirits lifted.

  ON JANE

  Behind the door, trying to hide the glow in her eyes.

  INT. JANE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

  The phone rings... Jane's hand bounces off her nightstand to
  turn on the light knocking over and breaking the clock radio
  instead.  Three alarm clocks stand next to the clock radio...
  Finally the light comes on.  Jane's voice is so thick with
  sleep the words she utters are just barely distinguishable.

        JANE
    Hello.

        TO
      (uncertain)
    Hello?

        JANE
    Hello...Who is it?

  INTERCUT:

  INT. TOM'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

        TOM
    I'm not sure I dialed right --
    Jane?

        JANE
    Jane, yes.  Tom?  Tom, is that you?
    Is this Tom?

        TOM
    Yes.

        JANE
    I had to sleep fast so I took two
    allergy pills to help me...I'm
    sorry...Hey, you called me.

        TOM
    It's not important.

        JANE
    Says who?  Not important -- ha-ha-ha.
    I was dreaming -- Oh, no -- can't
    tell -- how embarrassing for me.
    Gosh.

        TOM
    What pills did you take?  You
    sound more like someone on a general
    anesthetic.  Maybe I'd better speak
    to you tomorrow.

        JANE
    Nooo.  Is it your story?

        TOM
    No.  Are you going to the
    Correspondents' Dinner on Saturday?

        JANE
    Why, you need me for the story?

        TOM
    No.  Were you going to you?

        JANE
    Uh-huh.

        TOM
    Maybe I'll get off work.  I'd like
    to go.

        JANE
    Oh, good.

        TOM
    We can go together.


        JANE
    So you like me, huh?

        TOM
    I like you as much as I can like
    anyone who thinks I'm an asshole.

  INT. JANE'S EDITING ROOM - DAY

  Tom editing a piece with Bobby -- He also has a little typewriter
  table set up.  He is reading from the page in the typewriter as
  he looks at the piece he has written.

        TOM
      (reading)
    But cops on the street continue to
    view it as...
    Shit -- too long.  But street cops
    say...that fits.  That last cut work
    for you, Bobbie?

        BOBBIE
    Yes, and thanks for asking.

  INT. NEWSROOM - NIGHT

  As the regulars watch the Evening News, in particular the Date
  Rape piece which is now in progress.  Tom anxiously eyeing Jane
  out of the corner of his eye as she watches the monitor.  Her
  face impossible to read as she studies the screen.

  ON MONITOR

        UNIFORMED COP
    What can you do?  If a woman invites
    a man in and he says they uh, had
    sex and she says he raped her and
    then you find out they've been out
    together two, three times...how can
    you prove a crime?

  NEW SHOT ON MONITOR

  Tom and a woman of about thirty -- dignified but fragile -- she
  looks like someone who might be cast for a church production
  of "Glass Menagerie."

        YOUNG WOMAN
    It will be a year next month since it
    happened...I never thought I'd talk
    about it outside of counseling...

  ON NEWSROOM

  As Aaron enters the scene.

        AARON
    Hi.

  He is shushed by every woman in the room, accepts this and takes
  up a position near Tom and Jane to watch them.

  ON MONITOR

        YOUNG WOMAN
    We'd gone out twice and I hadn't
    enjoyed myself that much but it gets
    to a point -- I don't know if you can
    appreciate this but where you don't
    want to sit home or be with your
    girlfriends and people had always been
    telling me that I was 'too picky.'
    I'm not.  It's just you want to meet
    a nice guy...So anyways, it was that
    'give-him-a-chance' thing.  No, it
    wasn't.  I was lonely.  So we went
    to a movie and when he brought me home
    he said could he just come up and have
    one beer and then he'd go.  How do you
    say 'no', to that?  So first it was
    this wrestling match which was awful
    enough because it got to be really
    a fight...because I'm a modest person...
    then he ripped my clothes and he
    forced me to...make love.  He stayed in
    my apartment and forced me more times
    -- he didn't leave until...
      (she has started to cry)
    I promised myself I wouldn't cry...
    It's just hard not to --
      (ruefully)
    You sure have a sympathetic face.
      (she cries a bit more)
    ...I was so sure I wouldn't do this --
    but the whole thing messed me up --
    maybe more than it should...

  ON MONITOR

  As the news piece cut to:  Tom's face -- he turns clearing a tear
  from his eyes.

  ON NEWSROOM

  These watching struck -- perhaps embarrassed but riveted.  Aaron
  is aghast.  Aaron approaches the set.

        AARON
    Can I turn on the news for a second?
    ...Oh, wait a minute.  Sex -- Tears --
    This must be the news.

  Tom stares daggers at him as a public official appears on the
  monitor.

  ON MONITOR

        PUBLIC OFFICIAL
    I don't think you can overestimate it --
    on any given Saturday night tens of
    thousands of women are being attacked
    and there isn't much they or we can do
    about it...

        TOM
      (on monitor)
    The victims often remain too terrified
    to talk -- the police powerless and all
    the social welfare groups can finally do
    is monitor this epidemic of crime without
    punishment.  This is Tom Grunick in
    Annandale, Virginia.

  As his piece concludes.

  NEWSROOM

  Tom continues to glare at Aaron.

        AARON
    I'm in a pissy mood.  I'm sorry.

        TOM
    What's wrong with it?

        AARON
    Nothing.  I think you really blew
    the lid off nookie.

  Blair moans with displeasure.  Aaron exits scene.  Others start
  to congratulate Tom on the piece -- in the b.g. on the:

  MONITOR

  We SEE frozen wilderness -- men digging in the ground -- clumps
  of people watching them work.

  ON JANE

  Probing her own ambivalence -- or, to be more accurate, working
  towards a positive stance.

        JANE
      (to Tom)
    Nice work...
      (checks watch)
    I've got to get a crew off the clock.

  She starts off -- Tom stopping her.

  ON TOM AND JANE

  Now off a bit by themselves.

        TOM
    So what did you think?

        JANE
    It moved me.  I did relate to it -- I
    really did.  It was unusual for you to
    cut to yourself when you tear up -- and
    that might not have been my choice...but
    it's real and it got me...and I think a
    lot of the time I'm too conservative about
    that kind of stuff.  Okay?

        TOM
      (enormously pleased)
    Yeah.

  He walks back towards the area of the monitor.

  ON MONITOR

        JENNIFER
    Tomorrow the jury returns to this
    site as each day brings more revelations
    of horror, four more bodies now taken
    from the frozen earth...This is Jennifer
    Mack in Wota Hamlet, Alaska.

  INT. NEWSROOM - TWO WEEKS LATER (SPRING) - DAY

        BLAIR
    Ernie's been looking for you.

  As Aaron walks to his office.

  INT. AARON'S OFFICE - DAY

  As he enters and finds Ernie bent over his desk.

        ERNIE
    Oh, I was just writing you a note.
    What do you say we take a walk?

        AARON
      (puzzled)
    Outside?

        ERNIE
    Yeah --

  EXT. WASHINGTON STREET - DAY

  Ernie is silent... He's having difficulty.  Aaron is feeling knots
  form.  Finally Ernie breaks his silence.

        ERNIE
    I don't know if we have any
    younger man more respected in our
    operation than you.

        AARON
    Just tell me what's really going
    on.  I think we know each other
    well enough for me to expect that.

        ERNIE
      (agitated)
    We know each other well enough
    for me to care how I put something
    to you which could wipe you out.
    So I will phrase things the way I
    think they should be phrased.  All
    right?

        AARON
    Wipe me out?

  Ernie sits on a bench.

        ERNIE
    Anyway.  I want you to think of this as...

        AARON
    Just blunt talk, okay?  I'd really
    appreciate bluntness.

        ERNIE
    Upper management thinks you're dull.

  Aaron deflates.

        ERNIE
    Aaron, I've never seen them like
    this -- I think Paul's nervous
    about his own job and for some
    reason he thinks you only appeal to...

        AARON
    Wait.  Bullshit me a little...I'm
    beginning to appreciate it.

        ERNIE
    I'm no suggesting the worst will
    happen...but someone with your
    brilliance gets nibbles about other
    jobs and maybe, the next time that
    happens, down the road -- you should
    look into it.

        AARON
      (emotional)
    Ah, damn -- the fucking jerks -- My,
    God.  They want to fire me.

        ERNIE
    All I know is that they've got to
    fire a large number of people...
    and they're not going by seniority.
    There's a recklessness in the air.
    They...

        AARON
      (interrupting)
    Do one thing to me?  Get me one shot
    at anchoring the Weekend News -- they've
    never seen me do it.  I think it could
    turn them around.

        ERNIE
    I could do it this Saturday -- everyone
    wants off for the Correspondents' Dinner.

  Aaron turns -- his spirit lifted by the unexpected ray of hope.

        AARON
    Do it then.

        ERNIE
    Please prepare carefully.  This
    couldn't come at a better time.

        AARON
    Prepare what?  You have Saturday's
    news handy?

        ERNIE
    It's been a while since you read
    the news -- I'll have somebody work
    with you.  Just on superficial
    performance things.

  Several beats.

        ERNIE (cont'd)
    Please.

        AARON
    Okay.  I think I'd better be alone
    for a while.

        ERNIE
    I understand.  I'll go with you.

        AARON
    Thanks.

  INT. SMALL TELEVISION STUDIO - NIGHT

  Aaron is seated behind a desk -- some old news copy in
  his hand.  An unmanned camera is pointing at him.  Tom
  is standing a few feet further back studying him.

        AARON
    This is uncomfortable for me --
    because, well, I don't mean it as
    a knock, but we approach this
    differently.

        TOM
    We sure do.  I don't mean it as a
    knock either.
      (he smiles)
    Go ahead.  I'll just say what I think
    and you can disregard it if you want.

        AARON
    It just might not work for me because
    of our different approaches.

  Tom nods and gestures that he proceed.  Aaron begins reading
  the news.  Barely a sentence in, he is interrupted.

        TOM
    Wait.

        AARON
    What?

        TOM
    Your coat jacket is rising up in
    back.

  Aaron ignores the tip.

        TOM
    When you sit down -- sit on your
    jacket a little -- that gives you
    a good line.  Look at yourself in
    the monitor.

  Aaron looks but is unimpressed and resumes reading the news.
  Tom, not about to be ignored when he knows it's important, moves
  behind Aaron and begins to force his jacket down.

        AARON
      (very uncomfortable)
    I don't like being handled.

        TOM
    Sit on it!  Now look.

        AARON
    Just don't physically...
      (he sees himself in the
       monitor and is suddenly
       enthusiastic)
    Fantastic tip -- fantastic.

  He starts to read again.

        TOM
    No.  That's not going to tell us
    anything.  Let's get this prompter
    going.

        AARON
    It's not loaded.

        TOM
    I'll find some copy.  Be right back.

  Tom exits -- Aaron looking after him, clearly taken with the
  genuine camaraderie... the unmistakable joy Tom derives from
  helping out.  Several beats and Tom comes back with a CAMERAMAN in
  tow.

        TOM
    I got copy, I got Ellen to heat up
    the camera and I got Master Control
    taping so you can study it later.

  He puts the roll of copy in the prompter.

        AARON
    Hey, Tom...

  Tom turns.

        AARON
    I'm very appreciative.

  SAME SCENE - LATER

  Tom totally focused on him down one knee checking him from
  various angles.  He interrupts.  Aaron reading from the prompter.

        TOM
    No.  No.

        AARON
    No?

        TOM
    Don't let your eyes go from the
    beginning of the sentence to the end
    like that.  You don't want to look
    shifty, do you?

        AARON
    Oh, God, no!

        TOM
    And the left side of your face is the
    good one.  Go again.  And try to punch
    one word or phrase in every sentence --
    punch one idea a story.  Punch -- come
    on --

  Aaron does same with the story he is reading...

        TOM
    Good...very nice.

  Aaron acknowledges the compliment in news mode.  Punching the
  first words.

        AARON
    Thank you for the compliment, Tom.

  He draws a laugh from the Cameraman as he goes right into the
  next story.

        TOM
    Try not to move your head or wrinkle
    your forehead...this is good, very
    good...

  EXT. NEWS BUREAU - NIGHT

  Aaron, tape in head, is saying his farewell to Tom.  He is facing
  his left side as he will do for the rest of his life on earth.

        TOM
    You were smokin' toward the end there.

        AARON
    The pointers were great.  I'll study
    the tape.

  Tom is into helping Aaron he finds himself delivering a locker
  room pep talk:

        TOM
    And remember -- you're not just reading
    the news or narrating.  Everybody has to
    sell a little.  You're selling them this
    idea of you.  You know, what you're sort
    of saying is, 'trust me.  I'm, uh,
    credible.'  So whenever you catch yourself
    just reading...stop and start selling a
    little.  So long.

  He moves off -- Aaron watching him go, feeling decidedly
  uncomfortable by this last piece of advice and vaguely corrupted.

  INT. JANE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

  Jane FLIES INTO FRAME, carrying her dress, two large shoulder
  pads clipped to her bra-straps.  She is obviously running a little
  late.  Now she slips on the dress -- her pace so quickened that
  it momentarily dulls the effect of seeing her in a pretty formal
  gown; the kind good girls wear on special nights.  The DOORBELL
  RINGS... She opens the door while trying to put on her necklace...
  Aaron enters carrying four bulging garment bags and a fistful
  of neckties.

        AARON
    I spilled some rum on the outfit you
    picked out.  Let me show you the
    alternates.

  She eyes the amount of clothing, goes to the phone and dials.

        JANE
      (into phone)
    Tom...why don't I meet you there?
    I've got some last minute stuff I've
    got to take care of...Hey, how did
    you resolve your dilemma -- did you
    rent the tux or buy it...I knew it.
    How much?  Wow...Okay...See you
    there...

        AARON
    I didn't know you were going with him.

        JANE
    Did you bring your grey suit?

        AARON
    Yes...I was thinking that way too...
    Which tie?

  She holds them in her hand -- indicates with the necklace that
  she wants him to help her... he fastens her necklace while looking
  over her bare right shoulder as she riffles through his tie
  collection.

        JANE
      (the clasp in place)
    Thanks.  Try this one.

  She hands him the tie and he extracts his grey jacket from a bag --
  puts it on and ties the tie... She reaches into a white paper bag
  full of fresh purchases and takes out a vial of perfume with a
  built-in atomizer and sprays the air in front of hr and walks into
  the mist.  ON Aaron's reaction:

        JANE
    I read about it -- that's how you can
    make sure you don't put on too much
    perfume...

        AARON
    Could you at least pretend that this
    is an awkward situation for you --
    me showing up while you're getting
    ready for a date.

        JANE
      (flaring)
    It's not a date.  It's co-workers going
    to a professional conclave.

  Jane, unnoticed, reaches into the paper bag, takes a small box
  of condoms and drops it into her evening bag.

  EXT. WASHINGTON STREET - NIGHT

  Jane on a public phone, Aaron standing nearby within sight
  of a taxi stand.

        JANE
      (on phone)
    How long will it tale you to send
    one?...

  She hangs up... paces... Then looks at Aaron, relaxes.

        JANE
    You look terrific.

  Aaron poses a question which he feels in his deepest core:

        AARON
    Really?

  Jane nods.

        AARON
    Because this is important -- so don't
    just be polite.  I'd really like to
    look...what's the word I'm looking for?...

        JANE
    As good as humanly possible.

        AARON
    Yes.

        JANE
    Well, the line of the jacket -- No
    really....just very nice...just right.
    I wish I could be there.

        AARON
    Me too...Hey...if it gets dull a little
    before 11:00, drop by the studio.

        JANE
    I'm not sure I'll be able to...I...

        AARON
    If...if not, I'll have the tape...I'll
    wait for you at my apartment.

        JANE
    Okay, great -- good luck.

  Before she can deal with that, a cab arrives.

        AARON
    Thanks, Jane.  Have a good time tonight.

        JANE
    You too.

  Aaron takes her in -- she looks lovely.

        AARON
    I'd hug you, but why risk mussing
    either of us?

  She half-laughs... kisses him, wipes the slight lipstick mark
  from his cheek and, in a sudden decision, takes each of her
  shoulder pads from her jacket and puts them in his -- improving
  his look while diminishing her own.  She gets in the cab.

  AARON'S P.O.V.

  Jane, leaning all the way over the front seat, giving detailed
  instructions to the DRIVER as the cab pulls away... As Aaron
  turns and walks off.

  INT. CAB - NIGHT

  Jane, in her formal, sitting back -- anticipating her date.

  EXT. WASHINGTON HOTEL - NIGHT

  A hefty percentage of the Washington journalism industry's
  men and women dressed formally for one of those evenings where
  they can finally assert their own glamour.  Jane ENTERS THE SCENE.

  INT. WASHINGTON HOTEL - ATRIUM - NIGHT

  As Jane enters, lost momentarily in the lobby -- greenhouse,
  the majority of the throng passing through in formal clothes.
  A bit of DIALOGUE OVERHEAD from TWO MEN in dinner jackets.

        MAN ONE
    The L.A. times is a great outfit.  Best
    severance pay in the business.

  Jane keeps looking for Tom -- passing another MAN, talking to
  his SHARP-LOOKING DATE.

        MAN THREE
    He was lecturing me and finally
    I just said -- I'm sorry, I refuse
    to look at it as a negative that
    I'm young and my news appeals to
    people my age.

        WOMAN
    And it's not like he just didn't
    hire a twenty-six-year-old producer
    himself.

        MAN
    No kidding, twenty-six.

  Jane moves to the steps and starts up, greeting several
  people nervously.  More bits of DIALOGUE, leaking from
  conversations of both substance and expedience.

        ANONYMOUS OLDER MAN
    Remember Brinkley's great line
    -- "It's as irrevocable as a
    haircut."

  Now, on the second level, she scans the crowd.

  JANE'S P.O.V.

  The floor below.  Tom in the world's best-fitting tux... Clusters
  of people from around him but he works his way easily through them
  as he looks for Jane and grins his greetings, men are buoyed,
  women's pulses throb.

  ON JANE

  As she silently mouths the words -- "smile and move and smile
  and move."  Which is exactly what he's doing.  Then a contract
  with the gods.

        JANE
      (to herself)
    If he doesn't see me soon, we're not
    supposed to be together.

  ON TOM

  Seeing her.  -- He does a tap step -- a brief giddy burst, the
  meaning of which is not lost on Jane.  He is acting like her
  boyfriend.

  ON JANE

  Anxiety stripped away revealing a first glimpse of Jane as a
  joyous pretty young woman.

  ON TOM

  Moving quickly up the stairs -- as she walks toward him.

        TOM
      (excitedly)
    It's incredible who's here.

        JANE
    Who?

        TOM
    Me!

  She laughs.  Almost completes an affectionate gesture -- takes
  his arm instead.

  INT. NEWSROOM - NIGHT

  Aaron seated in the main newsroom in shirt-sleeves, writing.  He
  takes the just-completed page out of the typewriter and walks over
  to the weekend news PRODUCER. (W.N.P.)

        AARON
    Want to look at this?

        W.N.P.
    Sure.

  George Weln appears...

        GEORGE
      (to Aaron)
    What are you doing here?

        AARON
      (feigning casualness)
    The weekend news...anchoring...
    anchoring the weekend news.

        GEORGE
    Way to go.

  Aaron nods, as the Producer finishes the copy.

        W.N.P.
    This is terrific news, Aaron.  It's
    a pleasure to read.

        AARON
    Thanks.  Oh, there's water on the set,
    isn't there, in case I get an attack
    of cotton mouth.

        W.N.P.
    Sure.  You'll be fine.

        AARON
      (feeling patronized
         and repelling)
    I'll be fine!  Yes!!  I know!!!

  INT. BALLROOM - NIGHT

  Bomb sniffing dogs, SECRET SERVICE MEN and D.C. POLICE monitoring
  the members of Washington's most trustworthy elite as they pass
  through the metal detector.  The line moves slowly -- Jane and
  Tom several couples back.

        OFF-CAMERA VOICE
      (o.s.)
    Can I have your autograph for my wife?

  Tom and Jane turn to see a grinning Paul.

        TOM
    How you doing, Paul?

        PAUL
    So this is why you wouldn't do the
    Weekend New, you can't turn down
    a free meal.

        TOM
    Yes, born to party.

  Paul enjoys the riposte, looks at Jane who is shrinking within
  herself.

        PAUL
    I'll see you two inside -- I think
    we're all at the same table.
      (sotto to Jane)
    You're finally learning to be flexible.
    Glad you changed your mind about Tom.

  He passes through the detector... Tom starts to step through it --
  she pulls him back.

        JANE
    I'm sorry.  I don't want to go in
    there and sit with everybody.
      (imagining it)
    I can't...why don't you go?

  He considers this option as she waits.

        TOM
    Suppose I go in for a little while and
    you wait in the lobby-bar.  How's that?

        JANE
    Good.  That's it...See you.

  She walks off.  He runs a few steps to stop her.

        TOM
    Jane.

  She turns.

        TOM
    You're not going to take off on
    me, are you?

        JANE
    Uh-uh.

  She steps on the escalator... Riding upwards, concern deepens,
  anxiety flows.

  ON TOM

  Watching her to up the escalator, he finds himself doing
  simplest thing, stepping onto a moving step.

  FULL SHOT

  Jane four steps ahead of him -- not yet aware of him.  He moves
  past one other man until he is standing directly behind her.

        TOM
    I just want you to know that my
    giving up the Correspondents' Dinner
    puts tremendous pressure on you.

  Jane turns and is a bit blown away by his gesture -- life
  threatens to be good.  And now Jane bumps a bit at the top of
  the escalator, regaining her balance by grabbing Tom's offered
  hand.  As they walk they continue to deliberately hold hands.

  INT. NEWS STUDIO - NIGHT

  WE are on the studio floor, FOCUSING on the activity around
  the Anchor Desk and three cameras... The FLOOR MANAGER stands
  ready to cue Aaron, the script is ready to roll on the prompter
  machine.

        FLOOR MANAGER
    Twenty seconds.

  ON AARON

  Making sure he is seated on his jacket -- taking one last look
  at the hand mirror being held by the MAKEUP WOMAN.  She starts
  off -- but Aaron regrabs the mirror almost making her lose her
  footing -- a check -- then another check -- he points to a spot
  on his forehead which she dabs with the makeup sponge... Both of
  them fuss enormously with his hair -- four busy hands.

        FLOOR MANAGER
    Ten seconds.

        AARON
    How many?

        FLOOR MANAGER
    Ten.

        AARON
    Okay.

  He watches the Makeup Woman scurry underneath a camera lens,
  resits on his jacket and finally has the moment the system has
  been denying him for years.  We can HEAR the END OF HIS CUE
  in a barely AUDIBLE CRACKLE from the Floor Manager's earphones...
  "...with Aaron Altman."

        AARON
      (on TV)
    Good Evening...In mood and language
    better suited to an espionage novel
    than the delicate world of the Western
    Alliance, the British Foreign Secretary
    today pounced on what he termed, 'The
    nest of profession spies and amateur
    traitors who were turning NATO
    Headquarters into an instrument whose
    only true function is folly.'  We begin
    our coverage with Edward Towne in London.

  Aaron looks up -- takes a breath.  He's done well -- he's
  punched his words and his one thought for the story.  His gaze
  has been steady, his voice firm but he has begun to perspire.
  He dabs with his finger at the first trickles from his brow --
  brushes some more prominent sweat from his upper lip... He
  beckons nervously to the Makeup Woman -- who comes in and dabs --
  then dabs again as Aaron feels himself under his arms...

        MAKEUP WOMAN
    Gee whiz.

        FLOOR MANAGER
    Five seconds.

  She scurries away, Aaron reaching for another Kleenex from her
  box and missing it... A graphic illustrating his next scripted
  section appears behind him.

        AARON
    ...the sub-bases referred to are
    located in five countries...

  And now the moisture on his face is clearly discernible -- the
  Floor Manager and Makeup Woman grimacing at the growing specter
  as they look at a large monitor.

        AARON
    France, Belgium, the Netherlands,
    Spain as...

  And now so much moisture sprouts from his upper lip that he
  pushes his lower lip out to slurp away the sweat... The Makeup
  Woman laughs briefly out loud before catching herself...
  Aaron's eyes dart angrily in her direction.

        AARON
    We well as Great Britain...Our own
    State Department was rocked not only
    by the revelation but from the highly
    unusual persistence from the State
    Press Corps.  Martin Klein reports on
    the ruckus at Foggy Bottom.

  Half-beat until he's sure that he's off -- his shirt now
  showing distinct sweat stains...

        AARON
    Help me.

  The Makeup Woman picks up her Kleenex box -- then thinks
  better of it...

        MAKEUP WOMAN
    Someone finds me some big towels.

  ON AARON

  He blots his face -- some makeup streaked -- by the towel.

        FLOOR MANAGER
    Five seconds.

  ON MAKEUP WOMAN

  As she scurries away, this time entering the control room
  trotting up one stair to look at the monitor... the Director
  talking to his Camera Operators.

        DIRECTOR
    I'd go looser but we wouldn't
    see the graphic.

        TECHNICIAN
      (to other Technician)
    No -- this is more than Nixon ever
    sweated.

  The Makeup Woman now looks at the bank of monitors.

        MAKEUP WOMAN
    Can't you just die for him?

  ON MONITOR

  Aaron's makeup-streaked face.

  EXT. WASHINGTON STREET - NIGHT

  Tom and Jane walking drinks in hand, her arm around his waist.
  They stop -- he rests a drink on a ledge and boosts her up
  and then sits next to her.

        TOM
    You okay?

        JANE
    Great.

  FULL SHOT

  REVEALING that they are sitting on an anti-terrorist concrete
  abutment protecting a major government building on a beautiful
  night in our capitol.  He is still holding her hand -- and
  now he notes this.

        TOM
      (loudly to himself)
    Why can't I let go of this woman?

        JANE
    Well...

  He interrupts her with the smallest of kisses -- so mall and
  swift a kiss that she is left doing her return kisses to mid-
  air.  And then he does something he's thought about many times
  before -- he briefly caresses her breasts -- while continuing
  to look at her.

        JANE
    At least kiss me when you do
    that.

        TOM
      (a grin)
    You just can't stop editing me.
    Huh?

        JANE
    This is hysterical.

  She laughs a little -- then kisses him.  They break --
  surprised and aroused and look at each other...

        JANE
    I was half hoping I wouldn't
    have a good time tonight.  You
    know why?

        TOM
    Because you're nuts.

        JANE
    Right, right -- Isn't she fun to
    tease?

  He leans forward and speaks softly and truly.

        TOM
    More and more lately when I've
    watched you in action -- seen all
    your energy -- I've been
    wondering what it would be like
    to be inside all that energy.

  She takes a gulp of her drink -- puts a hand to feel the heat
  on her own cheek.  Then turns to him.

        JANE
    Right back at you.

  Several beats.

        TOM
    I don't remember saying anything
    like that -- exactly...I don't
    know why I just did.

        JANE
      (immediately at work)
    Oh let's see -- wait a minute, well,
    I can think of two reasons.

        TOM
    What?

        JANE
    Three...I just thought of a third...
    If you talk about it, you don't have
    to do it.

        TOM
    That's not it.

        JANE
    Good...Another is you're trying to
    make it all about sex and heat and
    nothing else.

  She looks at him -- he's thinking.

        JANE
    Or it's that great feeling that you
    don't want to hold anything back.
    You know, intimacy.

  She elbows him.  Tom takes in the choices -- then:

        JANE
      (suddenly)
    Oh, shit.  I'm a creep.

  She moves off the concrete wall.

        JANE
    I forgot all about Aaron.  I
    promised to stop by and see
    how he did.

        TOM
    I'd like to know.  I'll go along.

        JANE
    No.  I'll see you at your apartment
    as soon as I can.

  She starts to flurry with activity -- moves to the curb when
  out of nowhere Tom barks a sharp command, the first time any
  of his actions has been tinged with fury.

        TOM
    JANE!

  Thrown, she stops and turns.  He walks to her.

        JANE
    What happened?

        TOM
    Don't run off --  like everything's
    settled the minute you make up your
    mind.

        JANE
    He might be weird -- he can talk more
    freely if I go alone -- why's that so
    hard to understand?

        TOM
    It's not that it's hard.  I just want you
    to give me a minute to catch up.

        JANE
    Okay.
      (she hugs him)
    Sorry.
      (another beat)
    Don't yell at me like that again,
    you scared the life out of me.

  EXT. AARON'S HOUSE - NIGHT

  As Jane exits a cab and moves up the steps.

  INT. AARON'S APARTMENT - HALLWAY - NIGHT

  It is at the top of a flight of steps.  She KNOCKS on the DOOR.
  RINGS.  KNOCKS.  Aaron opens it.  He is wearing a sweatshirt
  and cords.

        AARON
    I was in the shower.

  She enters.

  INT. AARON'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

        JANE
    How'd it go?

        AARON
    You didn't see it or speak to
    anybody?

        JANE
    No.

        AARON
    Then it went well.

        JANE
    Did it really go well?

        AARON
    Define your terms.

        JANE
    Do you feel good about it?

        AARON
    No.

        JANE
    Do others feel that you did well?

        AARON
    No.

        JANE
    Then what was good about it?

        AARON
    I lost six pounds...

        JANE
    Aaron, will you tell me?

        AARON
    It was great...writing my little
    first rate copy, sitting on my
    jacket, punching my one thought.
    But I had this historic attack of
    flop sweat so they'll never let
    me another again.  Oh, I lost one
    of your shoulder pads -- how was
    your evening anyway?

        JANE
    What do you mean, flop sweat? --
    you're making too much out of
    it...I'll bet you were the only
    one aware of it...

        AARON
    People phoned in.

        JANE
    Stop kidding.  I want to know
    what happened.

        AARON
    I'm not kidding.

        JANE
    There were complaining phone calls
    because you were sweating?

        AARON
    No, nice ones worried that I was
    having a heart attack.

        JANE
    If all that happened, how come you're
    so chipper?

        AARON
    I don't know.  At a certain point
    it was so off the chart bad --
    it got funny.  My central nervous
    system was telling me something.
    Jane -- sweat running down my face --
    makeup falling into my eyes -- people
    turning this fusillade of blow dryers
    on me -- all so I could read
    introductions to other people who
    were covering stories which is
    what I like to do anyway.  And I'm
    chipper because you finally showed
    up.  I thought I'd cook for us.
    Tequila and eggs sound good?

        JANE
    I have to be somewhere.

  He looks at a clock reading 1:15 in the morning.

        JANE
    I told what's his name -- Tom --
    that I'd meet him.

        AARON
    Call him -- I mean it can wait,
    right?

        JANE
      (now the plunge)
    I don't know.  I may be in love
    with him.

        AARON
      (as if he just burned
       his hand)
    No!!!!!

  She starts for the door.

        AARON
    Don't go.

        JANE
    This is important to me.

        AARON
    Yeah.  Well...I think it is
    important for you too.  Sit down.

  She sits.  He walks to a desk and looks at her briefly... Silence.

        JANE
    What?

        AARON
      (looking at her)
    Let me think a second.  It's
    tough.

  A remarkably long silence -- her mind wanders, she takes stock...
  it is evident that he is straining to get it right, reaching
  into himself.

        AARON
    Aaach...Jane...
      (glancing at note)
    Let's take the part that has
    nothing to do with me.  Let's let
    me be your most trusted friend,
    the one that gets to say awful
    things to you.  You know?

        JANE
      (testy and wary
       but fair)
    Yes, I guess.  Yes.

        AARON
    You can't end up with Tom because
    it goes totally against everything
    you're about.

        JANE
    Yeah -- being a basket case.

        AARON
    I know you care about him.  I've
    never seen you like this about
    anyone, so please don't take it
    wrong when I tell you that I believe
    that Tom, while a very nice guy, is
    the Devil.

        JANE
      (quickly)
    This isn't friendship.

        AARON
    What do you think the Devil is going
    to look like if he's around?  Nobody
    is going to be taken in if he has a
    long, red, pointy tail.  No.  I'm
    semi-serious here.  He will look
    attractive and he will be nice and
    helpful and he will get a job where
    he influences a great God-fearing
    nation and he will never do an evil
    thing...he will just bit by little bit
    lower standards where they are important.
    Just coax along flash over substance...
    Just a tiny bit.  And he will talk about
    all of us really being salesmen.
      (seeing he's not
       reaching her)
    And he'll get all the great women.

  She is getting pissed.

        JANE
    I think you're the Devil.

        AARON
    No.  You know that I'm not.

        JANE
    How?

        AARON
    Because we have the kind of
    relationship where if I were the
    Devil, you'd be the only one I
    told.

  She's briefly impressed.  He has a point.

        JANE
    You were quick enough to get
    Tom's help when...

        AARON
    Yes, yes.  I know.  Right.  And
    if it had gone well for me tonight,
    maybe I'd be keeping quiet about all
    this...I grant you everything but
    give me this...he does personify
    everything you've been fighting
    against...And I'm in love with you.
      (realizing)
    How do you like that? -- I buried
    the lead.

  He pauses to catch his breath -- breathing deeply through his
  nose.

        AARON
      (an aside)
    I've got to not say that aloud;
    it takes too much out of me.

        JANE
      (thawing)
    Sit down, stop.

  Aaron slumps down -- it's been a long round.

        AARON
    I've never fought for anyone before.
    Does anybody win one of these things?

  INT. TOM'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

  A CAR DOOR SLAMS in the street below -- he goes towards the
  window which is blocked by his sofa -- puts his knees in and
  looks out.

  TOM'S P.O.V.

  A woman walking from a car.

  ON TOM

  Momentarily thinking it's Jane.  Elated.

  TOM'S P.O.V.

  It is not Jane.  The PHONE RINGS.

  INTERCUT:

  BACK TO SCENE

  As he answers and we have the following conversation between
  Jane, who is using the phone, with Aaron seen just a few feet
  away.  Tom in his apartment.

        JANE
    Hi.  It's me.

        TOM
    Where are you?

        JANE
    I can't get away just yet.  I'm
    at Aaron's.

        TOM
    Well, when?

        JANE
    I'm not sure.  It seems like he
    had sort of a mishap on the news.

        TOM
    I know.  I taped it.

        JANE
    It wasn't as bad as he think, was
    it? -- it wasn't unprecedented or
    anything?

        TOM
    Not if you count 'Singing in the
    Rain.'  Do him a favor and don't
    treat it like a tragedy.  You want
    me to talk to him?

  Her eyes meet Aaron's.

        JANE
    Uh-uh.
      (to Aaron)
    He says you could hardly notice it.

  Aaron beckons for the phone.  Jane hands it to him, as she does
  so:

        JANE
    Don't say anything about anything.

        AARON
    Hi.  Will I ever sing again?

        TOM
    Everybody has one like that.  I
    thought it was great when you
    started to laugh at the end.

        AARON
    Yeah -- well, I'm sorry I'm tying
    up Jane, I didn't realize you two
    would be going this late.  Sorry.

        TOM
    No.  Don't worry about it.

        AARON
    I'll put her on.

  She takes the phone.

        JANE
    Hi, again.  Sorry about...

        TOM
    No.  That sounds more important.
    Let's forget about tonight.

        JANE
    I don't know if that's absolutely
    necessary.

        TOM
    I've got my father coming through
    tomorrow anyway.  I should get
    some sleep.

        JANE
      (hampered by Aaron's
       presence)
    Uh-huh.

        TOM
    I'll see you at the office.  Good night.

  Several beats of silence.  Finally:

        TOM
      (finally)
    Hello?

        JANE
    Yes.

        TOM
    Okay.  Good night.

        JANE
      (aghast)
    Good night??!

        TOM
    Jane, I'm not some chore you have
    to finish so you can stay on schedule.

        JANE
    Okay, great, Grunick -- Easy shots
    now -- huh?  Good night.

  She puts the phone down.  A beat -- she looks stricken.  Aaron
  looks at her.

        JANE
    He just cancelled.  He had a
    chance to think and he
    cancelled.

  She bows her head.

        JANE
    I can't breathe.
      (aghast)
    Over a guy?!?
      (then)
    But I can't -- I can't breathe.
    Damn it!

  She gulps a breath.  Her hands on her knees, leaning over --
  another deep breath.  Aaron takes in the specter.

        AARON
    Well, Jane, it was nice of you
    to drop by.

  INT. JANE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

  As she enters -- goes immediately to the phone.

  ON PHONE...

  Cradled in an answering machine -- indexes for sixteen
  one-button calls, mostly people from work -- "Parents" etc.
  Jane plays her answering tape.  It is silent -- no messages...
  She fast forwards to double-check.  Just the SOUND of blank
  tape.  She pushes the button next to the "Tom Grunick."  We
  HEAR a busy signal.

  ON JANE

  She hangs up the phone.  Then compulsively hits the "Tom"
  button again.  Busy.  And again.  Busy.  She considers for
  a moment hitting the button next to Aaron's name.

        JANE
      (stopping herself)
    Be fair.

  She presses the button next to Tom's name.  Busy.  And again.
  Busy.

  EXT. ERNIE MERRIMAN'S HOUSE - MONDAY MORNING

  As he picks up for newspapers dotting his lawn and opens the
  door of his car -- just as his wife calls from the door.

        WIFE
    Ernie, they're calling from work.

        ERNIE
    Tell me I'm on the way in.

        WIFE
    It's Paul.

  Ernie, just a bit concerned, walks back to his house -- the
  four newspapers thick enough to be an awkward carry.

  INT. ERNIE'S HOUSE

  A phone in the immaculate living room.

        ERNIE
      (into phone)
    Hello.  Yes...

  He holds the phone down at his side for a beat, composing
  himself in the face of a sudden and horrible turn of events.

        ERNIE
    Would there be any point to my going
    to New York and talking to them?  Would
    there be any point in going over it with
    you?  No, I'm still coming in.

  He hangs up.

        WIFE
    What?

        ERNIE
    They fired me.

  She takes his hand and kisses it -- then hugs him.

        WIFE
      (weeping)
    How horrible.  We'll be fine.  You'll
    be fine.  Stay here with me -- we'll
    go for a drive, have some drinks, make
    happy plans.

        ERNIE
    No.  They're firing even more people
    than they said.  Some will want to
    talk.  It could help.

        WIFE
      (timidly)
    I could use somebody to talk to on
    a day like this.
      (on his reaction)
    Sorry. Go ahead.

  He kisses her sad face.

        ERNIE
    Bye, sweetie.

        WIFE
    Okay, sweetie.

  He walks towards the door -- picks up his newspapers on the
  tray beneath the hall mirror and does a start.

  HIS P.O.V.

  In the mirror he SEES his wife making faces at him behind his
  back.  He EXITS his home without comment.

  INT. EDITING ROOM - DAY

  Jane is sitting in her editing cubby -- it is past noon.  She
  rises and stands in her doorway looking toward Tom's office --
  the door is open, the room is empty.  Blair ENTERS carrying
  an armload of tapes.  She looks extraordinary.

        BLAIR
    I've got four hours of French
    demonstrations --

  Jane waves it off.

        BLAIR
    Some of it they use water cannons.

  Jane takes the tape.

        JANE
    What are you dressed up for?  Oh,
    that's right -- because the Evening
    News is here this week.

        BLAIR
    I spent a fortune on this.

  Blair EXITS... Jane pops the tape in, automatically making
  timing notes, then standing -- looking again towards Tom's
  door.

  JANE'S P.O.V.

  The door now closed.

  JANE

  She stops the tape -- summons herself.  She walks towards Tom's

  office and opens the door.  Tom is seated behind his desk.

        JANE
      (without passion)
    I kept trying to call you -- you
    never called me.  Were you just
    diddling me?  Is that it--?  I'm
    great if I'm helping your career.
      (mimicking)
    But when I'm a woman for a second, I
    get immediately fucked around by
    you.

  She is obviously in pain but still alert enough to catch Tom's
  answer.

  INT. TOM'S OFFICE - DAY

        TOM
    Jane, this is my Dad.

  And, now OPENING the door a bit more -- Tom's father is REVEALED
  seated across from him.

        JANE
      (that quickly)
    Please forgive what I said.
      (to Tom)
    Sorry.

  As she retreats:

        TOM
    You just light up a room and leave,
    huh?

  She laughs nervously as she exits.

  TOM AND HIS DAD

        DAD
    You want my opinion?

        TOM
    The thing that's easy to miss about
    Jane is...

        DAD
    You want my opinion?  And it's okay
    if you don't.

  Tom thinks a beat.

        TOM
    Yes, I would.

        DAD
    The way she just acted is not the
    way an affectionate person acts.

  Tom finds the comment off-the-wall enough to be thought
  provoking.

  INT. NEWSROOM - DAY

  Paul arriving with Bill Rorish.  The first time we have seen
  the multi-millionaire anchorman in the flesh.  He has the grace
  and dignity of a man who spends every waking moment working on
  grace and dignity,

  He and Paul are in the midst of an important conversation --
  muted and ominous.

        BILL
    Just when do you start, telling people?

        PAUL
    Almost immediately.

        BILL
    I'd like to take everyone out after
    the show.

        PAUL
    Bill...This is hard on all of us
    and it's no time for compliments.
    But I think it's extraordinary of
    you to come down here for this.

        BILL
    If we're not here for each other
    during the tough time, we're not a
    news organization.

  Blair ENTERS scene.  The smallest flicker of interest from Bill,
  but more than enough to justify her going into hock for the
  outfit.

        BLAIR
    Welcome back to Washington.

        BILL
    Thanks.

  A self-conscious look of greeting to Paul and she's gone.

        BILL
    I've forgotten.  Was she on the list?

  Paul nods "yes."

        BILL
    This is a brutal layoff...And all
    because they couldn't program Wednesdays.

        PAUL
      (can't resist)
    You can make it a little less brutal
    by knocking a million dollars or so off
    your salary.

  AS Bill turns:

        PAUL
    Just a bad joke.  I'm sorry.  Awful.
    It's a miserable day and that was
    some kind of totally sick-joke
    defense mechanism which does not
    indicate any of my feelings -- not
    one -- but just shows the kind of
    stress this represents for all of us.

  Tom and his Father ENTER the scene from Tom's office.  Bill
  walks to Tom.

        BILL
    Hi.  It's about time.

        TOM
    Good to see you, Bill.

  AS they shake:

  INSERT

  A great handshake.

  ON MR. GRUNICK'S FACE

  touched, as he watches the networks' most prominent journalist
  greet his son.

        TOM
    This is my father.

        BILL
    Good to meet you, sir.

  ON TOM

  Equally touched as he watches the world's most prominent
  journalist greet his Dad, who turns goofy with excitement.

        MR. GRUNICK
    Good-bye, Tom.

  He puts a big hand on his son's cheek -- a farewell pat.  Then
  whispers in his ear.

        MR. GRUNICK
    I'm going to go back home and tell
    all your old teachers.

  Tom watches his father walk off and moves immediately to Jane's
  editing room.

  INT. JANE'S EDITING ROOM - DAY

  AS Tom enters...

        JANE
    I feel terrible about what happened.
    What did he say?

        TOM
    He -- uh -- said he liked you because
    you looked like you had -- fire and
    honesty.

        JANE
      (enormously pleased)
    No.  Did he really?

        TOM
    Yes.  Then he said a really weird
    thing...

        JANE
      (so softly)
    What?

        TOM
      (he means this)
    That it would be a treat to make
    someone like you feel better...
    He gets like that sometimes.

        JANE
    That's so perfectly...It really
    makes me feel a little faint...
      (actually woozy)
    Whooo.

  Blair enters wildly into the scene.

        BLAIR
    They canned me.  Well, my brother
    will feel great -- now he's not the
    only screw-up.

        JANE
    It's started.

  Bobbie sticks his head out of his office...

        BOBBIE
    Tom -- Paul wants to see you.

  AS Tom focuses and moves off:

  INT. NEWSROOM AND HALLWAYS - DAY

  Moving with Tom.  Nervousness growing, confidence gone, he
  proceeds down the hallway.

  INT. ERNIE'S OUTER OFFICE - DAY

        SECRETARY
    He'll just be a minute.

  Tom sits down -- pats his tie in place... A beat and the door
  opens.  Paul leads out Martin Klein.  They shake hands.

        MARTIN KLEIN
    You know I'm just old enough to be
    flattered by the term, 'early retirement.'

        PAUL
    That's wonderful...what a lovely line.
    If there's anything I can do.

  They shake.

        MARTIN KLEIN
      (evenly)
    I certainly hope you die soon.

  A little smile to Tom and he's off.

        PAUL
    Tom.

  Tom enters the room.  A nervous cough in evidence as he
  crosses to a seat.

        PAUL
    We're having a severe cutback, Tom --
    17 people in this bureau including
    technical personnel and we're going
    to reorganize at the same time.
    We're going to take you out of Washington
    for a while and assign you to London.

  INT. NEWSROOM - LATE AFTERNOON

  Aaron and Ernie are off to the side in the newsroom -- People
  are packing their belongings -- as secretaries cry and embrace --
  from an office rumbles a shouted denunciation:

        ANONYMOUS VOICE
    No.  I won't keep my voice down.
    Those sons-of-bitches...They are
    worse than accountants -- they
    are bad accountants.

  Tom enters scene.

        TOM
    Have you guys seen Jane?

        ERNIE
    She's in there becoming the first
    woman bureau chief we've had here.

  Tom takes this in.

        AARON
    What did they do with you?

        TOM
    They booted me out of Washington.

        AARON
    Impossible.  There's no system that
    wouldn't value one of us.

        TOM
    Why?  What did they do to you?

        ERNIE
      (pointing at Aaron)
    It's what he did.  I'm proud of
    him.

        AARON
    They told me they'd keep me because
    they could plug me into any story
    and my salary was in line.

        ERNIE
    The cost-efficient reporter.

        AARON
    So I quit.

  A weeping woman bursts into their circle and sweeps Ernie away.
  Tom and Aaron stand there -- comrades at last -- victims of
  the same sword.

        TOM
    You packing up tonight?

        AARON
    Yes.  And I'm sorry that they're
    sending you down for a while, but
    you'll make it back...Where they
    sending you?

        TOM
    London.

        AARON
      (incensed)
    London.  That's a promotion!

        TOM
      (defensively)
    I don't think so.

        AARON
    It is.  Yes -- that's where they
    had Rorish, for God's sake, before
    they made him anchor.  I can't stand
    it -- they're grooming you for it
    all and you don't even know it.

        TOM
    Hold it down, okay?

        AARON
    Can I ask you something?  You only
    had one crew on the date rape piece,
    right?

  He extends his hand.

        TOM
    Yes.  You're not going to stick
    around for the farewell party?

        AARON
    No.  I don't know how much fun it
    will be when Martin Klein and Ernie
    have to drop off their credentials
    with the security guard.

  Aaron looks at people packing their belongings in boxes -- a
  few pockets of conversation... Ernie reading some copy.

        AARON
    This story they won't cover.  And if
    the network doesn't cover it -- it
    must not be important so why worry.

        TOM
      (eyeing him)
    I'm going to miss you -- you're a
    prick in a great way...

  Aaron taken by surprise -- laughs.

        TOM
    You know what I...

        AARON
    No, I liked the way it made me sound.
    Okay.  Be good.  So long.

  He exits.

  INT. TOM'S OFFICE - DAY

  AS he picks up a clean wastebasket and deposits his belongings.
  A scheduled book, clean shirt, two ties, cuff-links, a travel
  mirror, cassettes of his Washington reporting.  His desk clear --
  he writes on a clean piece of copy paper.  He centers it on his
  desk.

  INSERT - PAPER

  "Good luck, you'll love the bureau chief... Previous Occupants."

  INT. NEWSROOM - DAY

  AS Tom enters from his office, a wake is slowly igniting.  Tom
  moves along the edge of the room, carrying his wastebasket full
  of belongings, not really a part of the mournful festivities.

  TOM'S P.O.V.

  Jane across the room hugging one person after another.

  ON JANE

  AS she embraces an older secretary.

        OLDER SECRETARY
    You know what I always wanted to
    tell you -- that...

        JANE
    Shhh.  This isn't the last time
    we'll see each other.  It's not.

  A two-armed tight embrace of Martin Klein.

        JANE
    We'll get them back -- it's going
    to change.

  Blair is at hand as they embrace.

        BLAIR
    Except for socially, you're my role
    model.

  And now she sees Tom -- he mouths one word at her -- "London."
  She nods that she already knows and then lets her body sag a
  little.  He gestures her towards her editing room, so they can
  rendezvous.

  INT. EDITING ROOM - DAY

  AS Tom enters and waits for Jane.  When she enters he closes
  the door.

        JANE
    These people -- it's all so awful.
    It just hurts physically, doesn't
    it?  Like something's wrong with
    your bones, like your organs are
    shifting inside your body.

  She looks at him expectantly.  It's not what he's feeling.

        TOM
    Maybe I haven't been here long
    enough.
      (great)
    But, hey, congratulations on the
    promotion.

        JANE
    How can you say that to me?

        TOM
    Sorry.
      (a beat)
    I can't stand here feeing bad that
    I don't feel worse.  This has happened
    at every station I ever worked for.
    Look, I think it's crazy for you to
    come in here tomorrow and start a
    new job.  I have a week to get to
    my job.  Let's get the hell away to some
    island fast and find out how we are
    together away from this.

  A beat -- Jane takes it in.

        JANE
    Well, I just think that' an extraordinary
    proposal.

        TOM
    That's yes?

        JANE
    That's more than 'yes' -- that's
    'you bet.'

  They kiss.

  INT. AARON'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

  The phone rings.  He answers.

        AARON
    Hello.

  INT. JANE'S OFFICE - NIGHT

  Jane -- still at the office -- it is quite late.

        JANE
    Bastard, sneak, quitter.

        AARON
    Speaking.

        JANE
    I just found out.  You didn't say
    anything to me?  You just resign?
    Will you meet me now? -- No, now!
    I'm going away tomorrow.  Please.

  INT. SIDEWALK - RESTAURANT - NIGHT

  Across the street from the bureau's building.  Aaron and Jane
  are having a beer.  They are in mid-conversation.

        JANE
    Why not try it for a few weeks?

        AARON
    Stop.  Ernie thought I was good too --
    he couldn't help.  My agent has a
    hot prospect -- the number two station
    in Portland.  The general manager says
    he wants to be every bit as good as the
    networks.  Personally, I think he should
    aim higher.

        JANE
    Tell me the God's honest truth --
    are you leaving because of me?
    Because if you are...

        AARON
    Ernie told this story.  How he used
    to write obits and when the people
    in town called him up with death
    notices, he cried.  He was till
    that way when they promoted him
    out of obits.  He says you're lucky
    if you can get out while you could
    still cry.
      (a beat)
    I should have quit this place  three
    years ago.

        JANE
    You're just trying to say all great
    stuff so I'll feel even worse that
    you're not around.

  He laughs.

        AARON
    Let's go...

        JANE
    I just want to sit here longer, I mean
    the feeling is powerful -- why's that?

        AARON
    Maybe the best part of your life is over
    and you don't want to get up and start
    the bad part.

  Jane looks at him levelly.

        JANE
    You are now required to sit here with
    me.
      (a beat; then)
    Come on...be smart for a second --
    what do you think will happen to us?

        AARON
    Okay, that's very easy.  Five, six
    years from now I'll be in town to
    collect an award representing the surge
    in foreign coverage by local stations.

        JANE
      (smile, it's like
       old times)
    Yes.

        AARON
    I'll be walking with my wife and two
    children -- we'll bump into you on
    the street, my youngest son will say
    something and I'll tell him...
      (deliberately)
    ...it's not nice to make fun of single,
    fat ladies.

        JANE
    You won't be able to stay mad at me,
    right?

        AARON
    I hope so...
      (on her look he relents)
    No.  I'm not really mad.
      (nodding head as if
       reciting a catechism)
    I'll miss you, we'll talk, we'll always
    be friends...we'll get hot for each other
    every few years at dinner and never act
    on it, okay?

  Jane smiles -- Aaron has grown suddenly angry.  He rises,
  walks away, then turns.

        AARON
    Jane, you know how Tom had tears in
    the piece the other night?  Ask
    yourself how we were able to see
    them when he only had one camera
    and that was pointing at the girl
    during the interview.
      (on her reaction)
    I'm fairly sure I was right to tell
    you.

  EXT. OFFICE - NIGHT

  We LOOK THROUGH THE WINDOW as Jane enters -- in a frenzy --
  searching the stacks.

  INT. TAPE LIBRARY - NIGHT

  As she locates the cassette labelled "DATE-RAPE - 9/26 -
  EVENING NEWS - OUTTAKES."

  INT. TAPE CUBBY - NIGHT

  As she inserts the tape into the player.

  ANGLE ON JANE... AND MONITOR

  As she watches... this is what she sees...

        YOUNG WOMAN
    ...but the whole thing messed me
    up more than it should.

  She cries.  We HEAR Tom.

        TOM'S VOICE
    Okay, that will do it.  You okay?

  The tape is rocky now -- the Sound Woman and Cameraman
  continue to roll as they move towards their next shot --
  at times the camera pointing towards the carpet -- but
  the sound continues.  The crew chatting -- mentioning
  that the tape is still rolling.

        TOM
    That's enough.  That's enough.

        YOUNG WOMAN
    I'm sorry.

        TOM
    Are you okay?

        YOUNG WOMAN
    Yes, I'm sorry.

        TOM
    Don't be silly.  What are you sorry
    about?

        YOUNG WOMAN
    The way you were looking at me, I just went.

  Tom moves through the SHOT.

        TOM
    I just need you for another minute now,
    so we can shoot from behind towards me,
    and, um...

        YOUNG WOMAN
    Uh-huh.

        TOM
    ...that way we have someplace to go when
    we cut.  And I just sit here, I nod my
    head and look nerdy.

  Young Woman chuckles.

  Jane chuckles.

        SOUNDWOMAN'S VOICE
    Tom

        TOM
    Yeah.

        SOUNDWOMAN'S VOICE
    It kills me we didn't have a second camera.
    It was so powerful seeing your reaction.

        TOM
    Really?

        YOUNG WOMAN'S VOICE
    Yes, it is.

        SOUND WOMAN'S VOICE
    For a second there, I thought you were
    gonna cry yourself.  That would have
    been something.

        TOM
      (considering, then)
    Then give me a minute...

        JANE
      (fully realizing)
    You fucking...

  As Jane watches we SEE Tom work up the tears we saw in the
  Evening News piece -- as he does so:

        YOUNG WOMAN'S VOICE
    Oh, that's amazing.

  ON Jane's shocked reaction:

  EXT. BWI AIRPORT - DAY

  Jane's cab pulls up to the curb.  She gets out -- she is
  carrying no luggage.  She sees Tom who hurriedly walks up
  to her.  Jane is fighting to maintain a calm.

        TOM
    Look who's the organized one.
    I've got everything.

  He briefly opens a paper gift shop bag he is holding and shows
  her he has bought them each a bathing suit.

        JANE
    I'm not going.

  He looks at her with anticipatory distaste evident on his face.

        TOM
    Why?

        JANE
    I saw the taped outtakes of the
    interview with the girl.  I know
    you 'acted' your reaction after
    the interview.

  Tom half turns from her and moves back toward the bench.  Jane close
  behind, stalking him.

        TOM
    I felt funny about it afterwards.  It's
    verboten, huh?  I thought since I did
    it for real the first time -- but I get
    you.  That's not the reason you're not
    coming?

        JANE
      (raising her voice)
    Of course it's the reason.  It's
    terrible what you did.

        TOM
    We disagree on how God-awful it
    was.  Why don't you come with me
    and we can disagree and get a tan
    at the same time?

        JANE
      (livid)
    Jesus, if you're glib about this
    I'm going to lose it.  I was up
    all night and...

        TOM
      (calmly)
    Jane, Jane, Jane, Jane, Jane...

        JANE
    It made me ill.  You could get
    fired for things like that.

        TOM
    I got promoted for things like that.

        JANE
    Working up tears for a new piece
    cutaway...You totally crossed the
    line between...

        TOM
    It's hard not to cross it; they keep
    moving the little sucker, don't they?

        JANE
      (distaste)
    It just proves that the difference we
    have are...

        TOM
    This is a one-way argument.  We've got
    six days; if you go and we fight and
    we hate it -- we'll come home.  If you
    don't go?  Well, that's a much bigger
    deal.  I go to London right after that.
    So, it'd be very big deal if you stay
    here.  The plane's boarding.  You're
    good at deadline.  Here's your ticket.

        JANE
      (taking ticket)
    It's amazing.  You commit this
    incredible breach of ethics and
    you act as if I'm nitpicking.  Try
    and get this.  When you edited that...

        TOM
      (deliberately)
    I'm leaving now.  Gate 43.

  He simply turns and walks away -- looking back once as Jane
  stands there mucked up by his sudden departure -- the lack
  of resolution to their confrontation is palpable.

  INT. TERMINAL - DAY

  On Tom moving past the metal detector.  He too is frustrated
  -- pissed off at her.

  INT. OTHER TERMINAL AREA

  Jane moving quickly along towards the metal detectors.

  INT. METAL DETECTOR

  As Jane passes through and sets off the buzzer.  She stands
  there -- the heel of her hand pressed to her brow trying to
  stem the tears.  As others look on, she takes a huge key ring
  from her pocket -- deposits it in the box -- walks through
  without a buzzer and moves on.

  INT. BOARDING RAMP - DAY

  Tom waiting while in the b.g.  "People Eater" busses ferry
  passengers to the plane.

  As one full "People Eater" pulls away and another empty one arrives.

        TICKET AGENT
      (to Tom)
    This is the last one.

  Others start to board.  He sees Jane moving towards him.
  He walks to her, she gestures back towards the street.

        JANE
    That's not going to be the way
    we say good-bye.  Even though I
    think what you did was rotten --
    it's not all impersonal.  You mean
    something to me.

        TOM
      (interrupting)
    You keep coming after me and
    looking down on me.  It's starting
    to make me batty.

  She looks at him.

        TOM (cont'd)
    I can't help it that they like me.
    And I like that they like me.  And
    I think there's a lot of this job that
    I do well.  What do you think it takes
    to do this job -- the way they have
    it now?

        JANE
    I don't wan to discuss work.

        TOM
    Well, let's do a special report on
    that...I mean that's news.

        JANE
    I knew what you meant.

        TOM
    What I don't know, I can learn and
    what I know, nobody can teach.
    Excuse me for saying it about myself,
    but I think it's true.
      (old habit)
    What do you think?
      (catching himself)
    Never mind what you think.

  They look at each other.

        JANE
    You're lucky I came after you so
    you got that off your...

        TOM
    Yes, I am.  Thanks.  I mean it.

        JANE
    It's okay.

        TICKET AGENT
    Sir?

  The pressure begins to bend Jane's resolve.

        JANE
    So you have an extra bathing suit, huh?

        TOM
      (wary but hopeful)
    You want to come?

        JANE
      (totally open)
    It's just that one of the few things
    I'm not confused about is what I
    was saying downstairs, that...

        TOM
      (giving up -- sadly,
       finally)
    Then you should stay here.

        JANE
      (softly)
    It's better when you let me say it.

  He hugs her.  Now that it's over, they can each openly care
  for each other.  While in the embrace:

        TOM
    Take it easy.

        JANE
    Why did I have to do this to
    myself?  Watch you take off.
      (then)
    Call me if you need anything.

  He kisses her lightly -- looking at her... Then heartfelt:

        TOM
    Oh, honey.

  He walks to the People Eater and gets on, still holding his
  paper bags of bathing suits.  The bus pulls away.

  ON JANE

  Watching him go.

  JANE'S P.O.V.

  Tom standing at the front window of the bus -- framed very
  much as he is when on television.

  INT. AIRPORT TAXICAB - DAY

  Jane gets quickly into cab.

        CABBIE
    Good morning.

        JANE
    Good morning.
      (after collecting herself)
    Dupont Circle, please.

  The cab pulls away.

        JANE
    Don't take the beltway, because at this
    time of day there's gonna be a lot...
      (stops herself, then)
    ...Go any way you want.

  She sits back in the seat (containing herself) before finally and
  quietly adding what she knows to be true:

        JANE
    But New York Avenue's faster.

              FADE OUT:

  FADE IN:

  EXT. CONVENTION CENTER - DAY

  Much the same place where Jane and Tom first met.  The
  words "SEVEN YEAS LATER" appears on the screen.

  A sign off to one side tells us it's the annual meeting of the
  Local Television Broadcasters... and that at 2 P.M.  Tom Grunick
  will be speaking on "Responsibilities of Broadcast Journalism
  for the '90s."

  INT. AUDITORIUM - DAY

  Much the same audience, though two members of the audience
  may strike particular interest -- curly haired man seen
  from behind holding a similarly curly haired five-year-old.
  Tom is in mid-speech.

        TOM
    ... when they told me Bill had decided
    to retire and offered me the Evening
    News, I thought it was the same kind
    of joke we used to pull back at the
    station -- turning off somebody's
    prompter in the middle of a show.

  Some good-natured laughter.

        TOM (cont'd)
    And then when they heard my reaction --
    they thought I was kidding.  I told them
    I'd be their anchor but I didn't want
    to be the Managing Editor -- that there
    were people better qualified than I to
    control the content and if there
    weren't we were all in trouble.

  The audience really enjoys this:

  SAME SCENE -- SOME MINUTES LATER

  MOVING SHOT...

  The anchor teams -- leaning forward.  They love this man,
  a humble specialist refusing the generalist trap.  Imagine
  the feeling -- you see, on the top of the mountain, a man
  not unlike yourself.

        TOM
    And now to something more
    important... I'd like to introduce
    my bride.
      (gestures to a woman in
       the front row)
    Lila?

  A svelte, classic, warm beauty gets to her feet.

  ON CURLY HAIRED MAN AND BOY...

  Aaron and his son as Aaron cranes for a look at Mrs. Grunick.

  INT. AUDITORIUM - STAGE AREA - MOMENTS LATER

  Tom and Lila shaking hand.  Aaron, his son in his arms, wait.

  ON TOM

  As he sees Aaron... he is clearly delighted.

        TOM
    Holy shit, Aaron.

  He claps him on the back... Aaron is as pleased as he is
  uncomfortable with the attention.

        TOM
    Lila -- this is Aaron Altman.

        LILA
      (high British accent)
    Oh, yes -- you're one of Tom's
    50 or so role models.

        AARON
    Hi.

        TOM
    Well, this kid couldn't possibly
    belong to anyone else.  What's
    your name?

        BOY
    Clifford...

        AARON
      (indicating Tom)
    Do you know who this is, Cliff?

        BOY
    The big joke?

  Tom looks at him -- Aaron gives his son a disciplinary nudge.

        AARON
    I'm just bringing him over to give
    Jane a look at him --

        TOM
    I thought she'd be here.  I'll
    go with you.

        AARON
    Okay.

        TOM
      (to Lila)
    I'll see you back at the hotel.

        LILA
      (cool)
    All right.

  He starts off.  She pulls him back for an urgent communication.

        LILA
    Tom, the speech was magnificent.

        AARON
    Oh, I didn't say anything about
    your speech.

        TOM
    I appreciate it.

  INT. WALKWAY - DAY

  Tom, Aaron and the boy walking along.  Tom plays with Cliff
  as they move.  The boy is delighted.  Jane is in a park -- a
  blanket spread out -- she is wearing shorts and a top -- she
  has some wine and a small picnic -- a toy for Clifford.

  She HEARS her name being called.

  ON JANE

  Shielding her eyes from the sun -- now making out Tom.  As
  they reach her.

        JANE
      (to herself)
    Well, why not?
      (as they arrive)
    Hey, what is this?  My life's
    rushing in front of my eyes.

        TOM
    A picnic?

        JANE
    I thought for ol' Cliff here --
    Look at you?  You're more adorable
    than your pictures.  Look what I
    got for you.

  She hands him a toy.

        AARON
    What do you say, Cliff?

  The boy kisses Jane's hand.

        AARON
    He excels at gratitude.

        TOM
      (to Jane)
    Are you any closer to a decision?

        JANE
    I think so...They've been talking
    to me about being Tom's Managing
    Editor.

        AARON
    Really?

        JANE
      (to Tom)
    I'm going to take it.

        TOM
    What a great surprise.  I didn't
    think we had a chance.  I heard
    you wanted to stay in Washington.

        JANE
    Well, there's a guy, but he says he'll
    fly up a lot.

        TOM
    Well, we should talk.  You going to
    have time for  dinner?  I'd like
    you to meet Lila.

        JANE
    I'm sorry because I was looking
    forward to that, but I' m going
    back in a few hours.

        TOM
    Okay...It's so good to see you.

  She gives him a quick kiss.  He shakes hands with Aaron.

        TOM
      (to Aaron)
    It's nice to see you.

        AARON
    Congratulations on history's longest
    winning streak.

        TOM
    If you ever get restless in Portland,
    let me know.

        AARON
    Why?

  Tom shuffles uncomfortably.

  ON JANE

  Smiling, appreciating Aaron's attitude toward a blandishment of the
  powerful.

        TOM
      (to Jane as he leaves)
    Bye...boss.

  Tom walks away.  He's a good twenty yards away when Aaron looks up
  to see his son running after Tom.

        AARON
      (calling)
    Hey!  Cliff!  Cliff!

  Tom now notices the boy, leans down and pats him.

        TOM
      (to Clifford)
    Go back to your daddy.

  The boy starts back.

        AARON
    Come on, Cliff.  Come on.

  As Clifford runs back to his father, Aaron sits next to Jane.

        AARON
      (to Jane)
    So who's the guy?

        JANE
    Well, we met about three months ago.
    He works at the surgeon general office.
    He loves boating.  So, he's been
    getting me into water skiing.

  Aaron laughs at the very notion of Jane finding water sports a lure.
  Jane deliberately moves past this moment.

        JANE
    I like it!  So, doll, what about you
    lately?

        AARON
    Well -- my wife got this new job...

  He continues to talk.  As the two former colleagues catch up,
  their ease returns, if not their intimacy, as the frame locks and
  the scene slowly recedes into a black b.g. and we...

              FADE OUT.

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