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Spotlight · written by Josh Singer & Tom McCarthy · 2015
Scene 121 of 143 · ≈ 1 min on screen
The Boston Globe's Spotlight team pries open the Catholic Church's decades-long cover-up of child abuse — one sealed record, one silenced victim at a time.
Robby's Spotlight team operates comfortably inside its own routine, prospecting a modest police-corruption story under a departing editor's cover.
Baron's outsider question exposes what the paper has never done: investigate whether Cardinal Law knowingly protected an abusive priest.
The team sets aside its own project and enters unfamiliar territory: survivor networks, a hostile plaintiff's lawyer, and a legal fight to unseal church records.
The team pays the cost of the work — hearing survivor testimony, chasing MacLeish's stonewalling, and combing church directories for a hidden pattern of reassigned priests.
The directory search and Sipe's estimate deliver what they set out for: confirmation that the abuse spans dozens, then eighty-seven, priests across Boston.
The cost comes due: 9/11 steals six weeks, Saviano accuses them of abandoning survivors, sources go quiet, and even finding Law's damning letters isn't enough to end the fight over when to publish.
The cab pulls up to the Globe and Mike jumps out, still reading the letter about Geoghan's history of abuse.
Mike races through the lobby and up the escalator, still reading the letter's warning about Geoghan's departure from Saint Brendan's.
Mike finishes reading Bishop D'Arcy's 1984 letter to the stunned team, and Robby refuses to rush the Law story to press before nailing the full scope of ninety priests, triggering a furious blowup from Mike who storms out.
This scene
Sacha and Hansi have just finished dinner. Hansi’s cleaning off the table as Sacha loads the dishwasher.
She tries to slide the upper rack into the dishwasher. It’s jammed. She tries again. It won’t go. She jiggles the rack, tries a third time... she SNAPS, slamming the rack hard, sending the dirty glasses crashing into each other.
She looks up... Hansi is just staring at her. Whoa.
HANSI
You okay?
Before she can answer, there’s a KNOCK on the door. Hansi walks over, opens the door. It’s Mike.
MIKE
Hey, Hansi.
HANSI
Hard day at work, Mike?