Nothing But the Truth Page #4

I come in once every two weeks to read

to the kids. It's a big production.

- Mom?

- I love it.

I'm outside, Timmy!

What can I do for you?

I know you can't tell me who your source is.

I respect that. Okay?

I know about keeping secrets.

Just tell me yes or no. All right? Is...

Is it someone close to me?

Is it?

Is it someone I work with?

I can't tell you anything.

You know what?

When you go before the grand jury,

you will have to speak.

- You are an unpatriotic little c*nt...

- Okay.

...who's gonna walk right off the plank

into the bowels of hell.

- Do you know that?

- I hear that every day.

If you want to go on record,

we'll give you amazing placement.

Thank you.

- What?

- Hi, Mrs. Van Doren.

Hello, handsome. How are you?

How's Allison doing?

She hasn't been in school. Is she sick?

No, no, no. She is great. She's...

She's just spending time with a relative.

- Can you tell her I said hi?

- You bet. Yes, I will.

Is it the door?

Yeah?

- Rachel Armstrong?

- What do you need?

I'm here to serve you, ma'am.

I just barely had time to type that up

and get over here.

- Is it okay? Does it make sense to you?

- Yeah.

I thought the law was supposed

to move slowly?

Except for when it doesn't.

Hey, this is all bullshit,

barging in on you in the middle of the night,

dragging you into the Mayflower,

it's all just meant to intimidate you.

It's working.

- Well, don't let it intimidate you. Okay?

- Okay.

You're gonna be fine.

Miss Armstrong.

Okay, I'll be down in the lobby.

- Okay.

- Don't worry.

Rachel Alice Armstrong.

Thanks. Okay, Miss Armstrong.

You work as a reporter

for the Capital Sun Times, is that correct?

Yes.

As the national political correspondent,

is that right?

- I am, yes. One of them.

- Okay, good.

Okay, great. I'm batting a thousand.

You wrote an article a few days ago, here,

in which you revealed Erica Van Doren,

married to the former US ambassador,

Oscar Van Doren,

that she was a covert CIA operative.

I did, yes.

And you feel confident

with this story's veracity?

I do, 100%.

Who was your source?

- Miss Armstrong...

- One second. I'm sorry.

"I respectfully refuse

to answer that question

"on the grounds

that it would violate my rights

"under the First Amendment

and federal common law."

You're aware that anybody

with official knowledge

of the identity of a CIA operative

is forbidden by law

to release that information?

I am, yes.

So, who was your source?

I can't reveal my source...

Okay, look, Miss Armstrong.

This is a very serious matter.

I want you to take your time.

We're gonna take a recess

and come back at, say, 1:30.

I want you to go home.

I want you to talk to your family.

I want you to talk to your editor. Okay?

And then I want you to talk to your source.

Mull it over and see if you all think

this is worth a contempt citation,

and then we're gonna reconvene,

and then I'm going to ask you again.

I wouldn't hold your breath.

Well, I'm not the one

that'll need to hold my breath.

Okay, everybody,

we're gonna break it up.

We'll come back at 1:30.

- How long have you been in the CIA?

- Ms. Van Doren...

"'Can I come too?' asked Charlie.

"'I promise to help you catch

whatever it is,' he said.

"'Come on,' said Ruthie Joe

and Granny Annie.

"So off they went across the bridge..."

My watch says I'm early.

We just feel like this is not the best time

for you to be with the kids.

It's just that,

you know, we're really not equipped

to deal with a lot of craziness.

Okay.

I think it's idiotic, is what it is.

I understand, the press can be a nightmare.

Maybe if you were to stay away for a while,

then they would go away.

I hope we can work this out, Jerry.

I really look forward to reading to the kids.

I mean, I'm pretty good at it, too.

I do all the little voices.

You are. So...

When were you planning

on bringing Ali back to school?

I don't know. I'm not sure.

I see. Okay.

Are you saying

that she can't come back, Jerry?

- How was your lunch?

- Terrific. Thank you.

- Yeah, what'd you have?

- I actually didn't have anything.

Really?

I wish I had your will power.

Your source, Miss Armstrong, who is it?

Hey.

Well? How did it go?

- Okay, I guess.

- Excuse me. Rachel Armstrong?

- Yes.

- I'm Deputy U.S. Marshal Jones.

I have a summons for you

to appear in US District Court in two hours.

- No, no, no.

- What happened to two weeks?

Hey!

I'm Avril Aaronson,

- counsel to the Capital Sun Times.

- Oh, yeah,

I read your amicus brief

on the Celeste matter last year.

I think you could take credit for her release.

I really do.

I understand all the theatrics up until now,

but this?

This is too fast. This is outrageous,

and we're getting into some pretty serious

Fifth Amendment issues here.

Look, Avril, there's a traitor out there

revealing the names of CIA operatives.

Now, I think we should get somebody

like that out tout de suite. Don't you?

We're bringing in Albert Burnside.

I'll have to go home

and get my autograph book, then.

Don't worry about it. It's not a problem.

It's already in the Sun Times budget.

Hi, Avril.

Hey, there he is. Albert, thanks for coming.

This is Rachel Armstrong.

- Glad to meet you.

- Hi, me, too.

Hey, I'm Ray, Rachel's husband.

Why is this happening so fast?

Avril said it'd be weeks

until I went before a judge.

Well, Mr. Dubois wants to get this done

before the press catches up.

It's okay.

The press can just complicate things.

Let's concentrate on keeping you out of jail.

Jail? What do you... When?

You're gonna ask for a continuance?

Yeah. Sure. Sure.

Look, I've been through this.

Judge Hall is a good egg.

We exchange Christmas cards.

He's certainly not gonna jail you today.

- Jesus Christ.

- Ray, relax.

I mean, if Albert's this calm,

then we can be, too. Right?

We'll be out of here in five minutes.

Then we'll get a cup of joe

and we'll strategize how we can protect you

and the constitution and democracy itself

for generations to come.

That's a Theory, right?

- Yeah.

- It's classy.

Thanks. Nice suit.

It's not a suit. It's a Zegna.

Hand stitched, 15 mil mil 15.

What's that you're wearing?

I don't know.

I'm putting you in touch with my tailor.

You always know when you're in a Zegna.

Court room three.

Your Honor, this morning, Miss Armstrong

appeared before the grand jury.

I furnished you with the transcripts.

And as you know, she was asked to reveal

the name of the source who provided her,

quite possibly illegally,

with secret information revealing the...

Excuse me, Your Honor. If I may?

Yes.

- All right?

- It's perfectly okay with me.

Your Honor, I just met my client.

I ask you to continue this matter for, say,

a week, so we can get our bearings here.

Let me get my bearings first.

Why don't we proceed for now?

Well, here's how it is, Your Honor.

Mr. Dubois will say that my client was asked

to name her source

and that she won't do so,

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