THE INSIDER

                         LIANE
               That remote control thing?

                         BARBARA
               Yeah.

                         LIANE
               Alright, we'll do that tomorrow.

                         BARBARA
               Mom.

                         LIANE
               Yes, baby?

                         BARBARA
               There's Dad, on TV.

     INT. A BAR, LOUISVILLE - DAY

     And we see Jeffrey in a quiet Bar.  The television's on, the
     sound low, the midday news.  As Jeffrey looks up and sees his
     photograph on TELEVISION.  In his LOCAL WORLD the impact is:

                         LOCAL NEWSCASTER
               And in local news, WLKO Louisville has
               gained access to a five-hundred-page
               dossier on former Brown & Williamson
               research head Jeffrey Wigand detailing
               charges of spousal abuse, shoplifting...

     And Jeffrey looks as if something just detonated inside of
     him.

     WE'RE LOOKING AT MIKE WALLACE SITTING IN FRONT OF A BACKDROP
     ON "60 MINUTES," ON A TELEVISION...

     INT. HOTEL ROOM, LOUISVILLE - NIGHT

     And Jeffrey sitting alone in the hotel, watching the show...

                         MIKE WALLACE
                   (on "60 Minutes")
               "...thousands of documents from inside
               the tobacco industry have surfaced over
               the past year, documents that appear to
               confirm what a former..."

     And as we look at Jeffrey's face, set in stone...

     INT. THE CARIBBEAN BUNGALOW - DAY/NIGHT

                         MIKE WALLACE
                   (on "60 Minutes")
               "...US Surgeon General and the current
               head of the Food and Drug Administration
               have been saying.  We learned of..."

     INT. DON HEWITT'S HOUSE, THE HAMPTONS - NIGHT

     And Don Hewitt in his house in the Hamptons, alone in his
     bedroom, watching the show...

                         MIKE WALLACE
                   (on "60 Minutes")
               "...a tobacco insider who could tell us
               whether or not the tobacco industry has
               been leveling with the public..."

     INT. MIKE WALLACE'S APARTMENT, NEW YORK - NIGHT

                         MIKE WALLACE
                   (on "60 Minutes")
               "...that insider was formerly a highly-
               placed executive with a tobacco
               company..."

     INT. HOTEL ROOM, LOUISVILLE - NIGHT

                         MIKE WALLACE
                   (on "60 Minutes")
               "...but we cannot broadcast what critical
               information about tobacco, addiction and
               public health he might be able to offer.
               Why?  Because he had to sign a
               confidentiality agreement with the
               tobacco company he worked for..."

     INT. MIKE WALLACE'S APARTMENT, NEW YORK - NIGHT

     Mike Wallace is in his study, watching the show alone.  As we
     slowly move in on Mike, seeing himself on television...

                         MIKE WALLACE
                   (on "60 Minutes")
               "The management of CBS has told us that
               knowing he had that agreement..."

     And the look on his face says:  HE DOES NOT LIKE THIS.

     INT. THE CARIBBEAN BUNGALOW - DAY/NIGHT

     Lowell silently watching the broadcast...

                         MIKE WALLACE
                   (on "60 Minutes")
               "...if were to broadcast an interview
               with him, CBS could be faced with a
               multibillion-dollar lawsuit..."

     INT. HOTEL ROOM, LOUISVILLE - NIGHT

     Jeffrey, watching the show...

                         MIKE WALLACE
                   (on "60 Minutes," from the
                    interview with Wigand...)
               "The fact is, we are not allowed even to
               mention his name or the name of the
               company he worked for and, of course, we
               cannot show you his face...  '...and your
               confidentiality agreement with...(blip)
               is still in force?'"

     And all we can hear is an ELECTRONICALLY-ALTERED VOICE and
     the BLANKED-OUT image of a man...

                         WIGAND'S VOICE (OVER)
               "Yes, it is."

                         MIKE WALLACE
                   (on "60 Minutes")
               "So, what are they gonna do?  Sue you for
               making this appearance?"

                         WIGAND
               "I would bet on it."

                         MIKE WALLACE
                   (on "60 Minutes")
               "The former executive has reason to bet
               on being sued, for major cigarette
               manufacturers..."

     Jeffrey, motionless...  A man, no longer with a face or a
     voice...  And as he gets up, and quietly turns off the
     television...

     INT. MIKE WALLACE'S APARTMENT, NEW YORK - NIGHT, LATER

     Wallace, hasn't moved, still in his chair.  He stares,
     ignoring the CBS programming, on the phone, making a call...

     EXT. THE CARIBBEAN BEACH - NIGHT

     Lowell, walking up the sand, his cell phone rings.

                         LOWELL
               Yeah.

                         MIKE WALLACE
               You disappeared on me.  How long you
               staying?

                         LOWELL
                   (absurd)
               I disappeared on you?

                         MIKE WALLACE
                   (meaning the show)
               Alright.  What did you think?

                         LOWELL
                   (after a beat)
               I think it was a disgrace.

     The look on Wallace's face says he thinks so, too.  It's
     obvious.  He hangs up the phone.

     EXT. LOWELL'S BUNGALOW, THE CARIBBEAN - NIGHT

     Lowell is on the phone, now.  The moon lights the water, the
     empty beach.  He listens as a phone, through STATIC, RINGS
     and RINGS and RINGS.

     INT. WIGAND'S HOTEL ROOM, LOUISVILLE - NIGHT

     And we hear the phone RINGING.  We slowly PAN across the
     hotel room.  We see on the floor a pair of men's tasseled
     loafers...  A discarded sport jacket...  And we see Jeffrey,
     barefoot, sitting in a chair in the center of the room.  He's
     looking out the window at B&W.  The curtains are blowing...
     And he's still...  The sound of the phone RINGING and
     RINGING...

     EXT. THE BEACH, THE CARIBBEAN - NIGHT

                         AN OPERATOR'S VOICE (OVER)
               Sir, there's still no answer in that
               room.

                         LOWELL
               Alright.  Get me the manager's office...

     INT. THE HOTEL MANAGER'S OFFICE, LOUISVILLE - NIGHT

                         HOTEL DESK CLERK
               David?  David, you've got a call on line
               4.  I think you better take it.

     A thin Man answers the phone.

                         THE HOTEL MANAGER
               This is David MacDougal.  How can I help
               you?

                         LOWELL'S VOICE (OVER)
               Mr. MacDougal, my name is Lowell Bergman.
               I'm a producer for "60 Minutes"...
               I'm concerned with a friend of mine who's
               staying at your hotel right now.

     INT.  THE HOTEL CORRIDOR, LOUISVILLE - NIGHT

     And we see the Hotel Manager, walking along with a Security
     Guard, and now KNOCKING on Jeffrey's door...

     And when there is no response, the Manager nods to the
     Security Guard, the Guard using a pass key, unlocking the
     door.  But the door stops, the chain-lock drawn.  The Manager
     looks in through the chain...and he can see Jeffrey sitting
     in the chair...

                         THE HOTEL MANAGER
               Mr. Wigand?  Mr. Wigand?

     Jeffrey's still.  The Manager quickly takes a cell phone from
     the Security Guard.

     EXT. THE CARIBBEAN - NIGHT

     Lowell, standing on the beach anxiously waiting.

                         THE HOTEL MANAGER'S VOICE (OVER)
                   (upset)
               I think I need to call the police.  He
               won't respond...

                         LOWELL
               No, no.  Don't call the police!
                   (urgent)
               Just tell him I'm on the phone with
               you...  My name is Lowell Bergman...
               Just tell him that.

     INT. THE HOTEL CORRIDOR, LOUISVILLE - NIGHT

                         THE HOTEL MANAGER
                   (through the door, frightened)
               Mr. Wigand...Mr. Bergman is on the
               telephone.

     Jeffrey's quiet.

     EXT. THE CARIBBEAN - NIGHT

                         LOWELL
               Did he hear you?

                         THE HOTEL MANAGER'S VOICE (OVER)
               You're breaking up.  I can't hear you.

     Lowell goes deeper into the water.

                         LOWELL
               What about now?

                         THE HOTEL MANAGER'S VOICE (OVER)
               What?

                         LOWELL
               Hello, can you hear me now?

     INT. WIGAND'S HOTEL ROOM, LOUISVILLE - NIGHT

     And now the walls behind MORPH into a green daytime garden,
     the garden behind his house.  And as we DOLLY AROUND Wigand,
     more walls MORPH into the side yard, and, turning slowly, he
     sees Barbara and Deborah in the emerald-green grass.  They
     stop and smile, then they stare at us, at their father.  And
     he looks at his children, at an idyll lost...  The chair, the
     man are the only real objects left in the view from inside
     his head...

     EXT. THE CARIBBEAN - NIGHT

     Lowell anxiously moves along the beach, trying to be heard,
     the phone chattering with static...

                         LOWELL
                   (alarmed)
               What's happening?!

                         THE HOTEL MANAGER'S VOICE (OVER)
                   (afraid)
               He doesn't seem to be listening...

                         LOWELL
                   (on the cell phone, shouts,
                    urgent)
               Alright, now listen to me.  I want you -
               I want you to tell him, in these words:
               get on the fucking phone...!

                         THE HOTEL MANAGER'S VOICE (OVER)
               I can't say that!

                         LOWELL
               No, you can.  Tell him to get on the
               fucking phone!

     INT. THE HOTEL CORRIDOR - NIGHT

                         THE HOTEL MANAGER
                   (at the door, to Jeffrey, loud)
               He told me to tell you, to get on...the
               fucking phone...!

     And even he's surprised by his language.  And suddenly
     Jeffrey gets up, unlatches the door, grabs the phone from the
     Hotel Manager.  Wigand in the hotel corridor, Lowell standing
     knee-deep in the water...

                         WIGAND
                   (on the phone, angry)
               You manipulated me into this...!

                         LOWELL
               That's bullshit, Jeff!

                         WIGAND
               You greased the rails!

                         LOWELL
               I greased the rails for a guy who wanted
               to say yes.  I helped him to say yes.
               Alright.  You're not a robot, Jeff!
               That's all.  You got a mind of your own,
               don't you?

                         WIGAND
                   (running on)
               "Up to you, Jeffrey.  That's the power
               you have, Jeffrey.  Vital insider
               information the American public need to
               know."  Lowell Bergman, the hot show who
               never met a source he couldn't turn
               around.

                         LOWELL
                   (running on)
               I fought for you...and I still fight for
               you.

                         WIGAND
               You fought for me...?!
                   (running on)
               ...you manipulated me...into where I am
               now...staring at the Brown & Williamson
               Building.  It's all dark.  Except the
               10th floor!  That's the legal department.
               That's where they fuck with my life!

                         LOWELL
                   (beat)
               Jeffrey, where you going with this?  So
               where you goin'?
                   (quiet)
               You are important to a lot of people,
               Jeffrey.  You think about that.  You
               think about them.

     CLOSE ON JEFFREY:  standing in the room with the blowing
     curtains...

                         LOWELL (CONT'D)
               I'm running out of heroes, man...
                   (after a beat)
               Guys like you are in short supply.