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EILEEN (CONT'D)
This story’s written and I came to Caracas because of your access to the General and the truth. (she sits back)
One of the perks in working for The Vanguard is they will pay for my fancy hotel for as long as I need. So we can drag this out while you work up your nerve or you can give me that thumb drive in your pocket and you get on with your life. Steve simply reaches into his pocket and places a THUMBDRIVE on the table. Yeah, Eileen’s good. And scary as shit. EILEEN (CONT'D) You did the right thing, Steve.
Thank you. And for what it’s worth, I have a good feeling the American people are going to thank you too. END OF TEASER
INT. KITCHEN, THE VANGAURD, NYC - AFTERNOON Eileen is working a FANCY ESPRESSO MACHINE in a very MODERN KITCHEN. She’s got her EARBUD in, mid conversation. EILEEN (INTO PHONE) Uh huh. Read that back to me. She dumps a HEAP of sugar into her Americano and stirs as she exits into the newsroom. Floor to ceiling windows reveal Manhattan in all directions from the eighteenth floor of this classic flat iron building. This is a moneyed, modern American newsroom with all trappings. OZ for journo’s. EILEEN (INTO PHONE)(CONT'D) She passes a MASSIVE 70” flatscreen TRACKING READERSHIP. Below that, a BANK OF SMALLER TV’S playing various news outlets. Eileen peels off down a row of desks, each equipped with large flat screens as a DIVERSE STAFF (30’s-40’s) are buried in their screens and working the phones. Eileen plops down at her cluttered desk, reads her piece with a feverish intensity. WOMAN (O.S.) Hey Eileen. You gotta a minute? No. Keep the second graf where it is. Drop that line in at the end. And I’m good with the art.
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