6INT. GLOBE, SPOTLIGHT OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

CRAMPED OFFICE. Small windows. MIKE REZENDES, late 30s, good looks, so-so haircut, sits at his UNHOLY MESS of a desk.

MIKE (INTO PHONE)

Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Dan, I

talked to my guy at Justice, I know

you guys have been dropping cases...

(then)

Look, Dan, I’m not asking if the

PD’s lying, I know they are. All

I’m asking is who’s behind it?

Matt sets the cake by Mike, sits at a desk full of FAMILY PHOTOS. Sacha checks messages at a tidy desk, full of books.

MIKE (INTO PHONE) (CONT’D)

I get it. You don’t want to talk.

(listens)

I’m not mad, Dan, I’m hungry. We’ve

been talking so long, I missed

lunch. So I’m going to go eat,

which gives you an hour to decide if

you want to be on the right side of

this or read about it in the paper

like everyone else.

Mike hangs up the phone, digs into the cake.

SACHA

You think Cahill’s got something?

MIKE

Maybe, I just don’t think this

story’s for us.

MATT

Ben likes it.

MIKE

Yeah, it’s not bad, it’s just not

Spotlight.

Robby enters.

ROBBY

What’s just not Spotlight?

SACHA MIKE *

The PD numbers. The numbers story. It feels *

thin.

ROBBY (CONT’D)

Oh. You got Cahill to talk?

MIKE

(busted)

No. But I will.

ROBBY

Good. Then we’ll know if it’s thin.

Robby goes into his office, bit of an edge to him.

MIKE