The Insider Page #2

LOWELL (CONT'D)

(sarcastic)

Welcome to the world.

Norman gives Lowell an ironic look and tests the local

current at an electrical outlet.

NORMAN:

Fluctuating all over the place. Anywhere

we shoot, here, it's gonna be portable

gennies and we'll run cable...

Lowell nods and opens the curtains from this commanding

height. Baalbek and the Beqa'a Valley below gold-domed

mosques. A moment of triumph. He dials his cell phone...

MIKE WALLACE'S VOICE (OVER)

Hello?

LOWELL:

(into phone)

Mike, it's me. We're on...

AND WE HEAR PEOPLE LAUGHING AND ENCOURAGING "GO AHEAD...

OPEN IT..."

INT. A LABORATORY, BROWN & WILLIAMSON, LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY

- DAY

We're in a SCIENCE LABORATORY... OUT OF FOCUS LAB

TECHNICIANS, in white lab coats, celebrating a heavyset Black

woman's birthday... Half her presents are opened. Balloons,

incongruous, floating above the lab... And there's a sense

that somebody is watching... And from the waist up, a

disembodied figure comes into FOCUS behind a glass partition,

as if quarantined, isolated, an expressionless MAN in his

late forties, watching them...

INT. JEFFREY WIGAND'S OFFICE - DAY

The office soundproofed, he watches the people laughing,

their lips moving. His hair not yet settled on grey, his

face is changing, always interesting. Born in the Bronx,

educated in Upstate New York, he retains little of the accent

and much of the directness. He's JEFFREY WIGAND. He turns

to resume gathering things from his desk...some technical

books, a medical text on asthma...putting them in his

briefcase. And as he leaves the office, the silent party

like a bizarre mime behind him...

INT. LOBBY, BROWN & WILLIAMSON BUILDING - DAY

Briefcase in hand, Jeffrey appears from the elevator from

ABOVE, from WIDE and in FRONT, his eyes, frozen pools... And

like a bad dream, a broad-shouldered Man, leaning against the

wall near the reception island in a suit he's not comfortable

in, wearing an earphone, saying something into a lapel

microphone after Jeffrey's passed.

INT. WIGAND'S CAR, LOUSIVILLE - DAY

Light mottled through trees reflects off the car window...

Jeffrey's face goes in and out of the tunnel of light and

shadow...down this tasteful, suburban Louisville street of

neat houses and manicured lawns... He pulls into driveway

behind a 3 series BMW. It's a grey French provincial

replica...

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