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EXT. NORTH SLOPE - LATER It’s about a half hour later - she checks her map. She looks around. No roads. No people. Nothing but the raw and awesome spectacle of sea, land, and sky. CLAIRE (V.O) But I think of journalism as more of a calling than a career. A calling to be faithful to facts. To hold power to account. To give voice to the voiceless. She slowly turns, it’s impossible not to feel COMPLETELY VULNERABLE in this place. A FLOCK OF EIDER DUCKS take flight. Eileen watches them fly across the expansive sky... and that’s precisely the moment when everything starts to shift. CLAIRE (CONT'D) Eileen is having trouble focusing. She looks around, the world is starting to spin. She starts gasping for air. EILEEN Oh no. No. No. No. Not here. She takes out her phone, checks it. No signal. EILEEN (CONT'D) Oh, come on. Come on! She holds up her phone, circling, searching for a signal. EILEEN (CONT'D) OK. Breathe. Not now. Please... She is frantic now. Gasping hard. She struggles, falters, and finally, she COLLAPSES. CLAIRE (V.O.) Because if journalism dies. The truth dies with it. Eileen lies motionless somewhere between the sea and tundra. In the same spot where Gloria Nagiac’s body was found. END OF PILOT And I believe we must protect this calling. Protect a fair and free press. With everything we have.
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