Beyond A Reasonable Doubt Page #4

when I took my clothes off,

that's privileged.

Morning.

Good morning is right.

Coffee?

Thank you.

What's in your kitchen?

A stove, a refrigerator

that makes ice cubes.

What about eggs?

Yes, eggs.

I can do eggs.

- And maybe even some toast?

- Mmm.

Holy sh*t.

You won an award.

Yeah, that's what brought me out here.

I was working for a little station

in Buffalo, New York.

You know, Mark Twain once said that to

commit suicide in Buffalo was redundant.

I did this piece

on a girl, Taieesha,

by her stepfather

and her mother kicked her

out of the house.

She had no home,

no place to go

in the middle

of December in Buffalo.

You can't even begin to imagine

what winters are like there.

Found her living on the streets

hooking to make money.

It's nice to know people will pay

to have sex with a pregnant teenager.

She was in a snowstorm

when she went into labor.

I'd like to see it.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Okay.

She was so little.

She wouldn't let me show her face.

Felt like she could break

if you held her wrong.

I cleaned her off as best I could.

I knew I had to keep her warm.

I wrapped her underneath my coat.

I could feel her against my breast.

After a while I felt her grow,

you know, cold

up against my skin.

I knew the church,

they'd take care of her.

They'd bury my baby girl.

When I started to walk away

I just couldn't see her wrapped

in all those newspapers

in front of the church.

I couldn't.

I knew she was with God.

Still...

I couldn't look back.

Jane Doe's mother had a...

Wow.

I, uh, don't really know

what to say.

It's... I'd like to see the rest.

Go ahead, take it.

I've got a bunch of copies.

- She, uh...

- What happened to her?

She died of an overdose

two weeks after the interview.

She never got to see the piece

or the attention it got.

So they brought me out here.

It's not much bigger,

but at least I got my own

investigative unit.

And now that's gone.

CJ, you really are

a good reporter.

Hey, no no.

You said you had an idea.

Well, go, follow it.

Look, I told you

this is not a good time.

All right, I will.

Just stay calm.

You dropped your pens.

Later.

Four, four, good.

I'm not close.

Stay on that way.

Focus here.

No seven.

I need you. I need you.

- Come on.

- Come on, I was on a roll.

- Yeah, I noticed.

- What's happening?

How far would you go

for the story of your lifetime?

I mean, you know me,

farther than far.

Would you risk everything?

Depends on what you mean

by everything.

Everything means everything,

including going to prison.

- You're kidding.

- Never been more serious in my entire life.

Jesus. I mean, I don't know.

I'm talking about the biggest story

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