HIBEY (50's, bearded) rises as Mary enters.
Ms. Mapes. I'm Dick Hibey. What
can I do for you?
Oh, I think you know.
Hibey smiles, gestures for her to sit. Noticing:
No. But it's good. Helpful.
You meet a lot of radical knitters?
So am I.
Hibey's not smiling anymore.
You came to me, Ms. Mapes. If you're
not up for this-
I've been in news for twenty years.
I've won two Emmys, I broke Abu
Ghraib, I've done jail time for not
revealing sources. I have neither a
substance abuse problem, although
right now I'm gonna take a xanax
out - do you have any water?
pitcher on the side table. Handing it to her.
questions like that.
I'm up for this.
There's an interesting reoccurring
theme in the stories you cover.
I don't like bullies.
Tell me about your work.
She looks at him.
You want to know if I'm responsible
for what happened.
I did my job, believe me.
I don't have to believe you. What
matters is that they believe you.
Now tell me about your work.
Mary takes a deep breath.
I'm the producer. I find the story,
I put the team together, I write and
cut the piece. I work at 60 Minutes.
And what's that like?
PRISONERS from ABU GHRAIB.
COLONEL CHARLES (O.S.)
They're going to run it.
Because you said that last week-
They're going to run it, Roger.
You want me to paint them out like
Jesus, no, it looks like his genitals
were attacked by mad cubists. Maybe
The Technician hits a few keys. A beat.
Okay, now it just looks like there's
a black hole there.
Because Sy Hersh has this and he's
we've sat on it for three weeks-
run it, then hit him with a large
blunt object for me, will you?
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