Nothing But the Truth Page #7

- Let me ask you a question, sir.

What, in my absolutely unblemished record,

can you point to and say,

"Yeah, yeah, that's somebody

we can't trust"?

- What?

- Point is, I don't even know you.

You've been a NOC for so many years,

there are very few people

who actually know you.

Okay, well, you know what?

I know you. I know you, sir.

I know your type. I see where this is going.

I smell it.

You know, if somebody

in the CIA messed up,

somebody messed up, gave me up

and now you guys are walking around

investigating it like the Keystone Kops.

You're just aching for it to be me. I see it.

This way you can tell the press,

"You know what? It's not a rogue agent.

"It is just some silly little girl

whose feelings got hurt

"that her investigative

conclusions were ignored

"by the President of the United States."

Findings that absolved Venezuela

from having anything at all to do

with the assassination attempt on him.

- Now you're being dramatic, Erica.

- Fine, okay.

You know what?

You can speak to my attorney from now on.

You can drop my protective detail.

You can stop cutting me checks. Okay?

I quit.

You don't just quit, Erica.

Really? What is this, The Sopranos?

I can't leave the family? I'm stuck?

Well, it's a process.

You're full of privileged information.

You don't trust me? Fine, okay.

I'm gonna give you reason not to. Okay?

My husband's not the only one

in the family who can write.

Look, you sure you want to get

in a war with the government, Erica?

Do you need the messiness?

You're in the middle

of a custody battle, right?

You sure you want to drag Allison

into the middle of all this?

You are so lucky you are a woman.

Why is that?

Because I don't hit girls.

You know, you weren't the only agent

investigating the Venezuelans,

but you were the only one that concluded

that they were not involved

in the attack on the President.

Yours is not the only report

the President read.

I wish you the very best of luck

with your daughter and the custody battle.

I hope you get to see her again.

Thank you.

Yeah, watch this.

If there was enough money in the world,

I'd be buying my way out of this.

Honey, if there was enough money

in the world, I wouldn't be in here

- in the first place.

- You got that right.

What's that?

A Christmas present from my son.

- How old is he?

- Seven.

Sh*t, ain't nobody in the whole world

seven years old no more.

I'm moving in.

That fat piece of sh*t over there

keeps farting all night.

About to turn my carjacking beef

into a homicide if I stay over there.

Well, welcome to the neighborhood.

Congratulations, everyone.

We have three Pulitzer finalists in our midst.

For investigative reporting.

Yo, Armstrong.

A message for you

from somebody named Bunny.

I just took it for you.

We couldn't find you upstairs.

So you won something, huh?

I ain't never won nothing.

- Thanks.

- Sure.

How was school today?

- Okay, I guess.

- Yeah?

- What was the best part?

- I don't know.

Hey, I won an award.

Though I almost did.

A big one, for being a good reporter.

- That's nice.

- And the first person I wanted to tell

was you 'cause you're my most special guy.

- You want to put your dad back on?

- Okay.

Okay.

Hey, he really misses you.

- Really?

- So, the Pulitzer?

Yeah. You told me, remember?

That's not that...

Everyone to your bunk! Shake down!

Lock your hands behind your head.

Come on, Armstrong, let's get to your bunk.

Lock your hands behind your head.

Shake down!

- Let's go!

- Let's go, ladies!

I can find your head by your bunks.

- Move!

- Let's go, ladies! Let's go!

Get to your racks now!

What is you doing, Miss Jones?

Get to your bunk, now!

You know this is not allowed in here.

It's contraband.

Sorry.

You been taking these

from the IK for weeks.

More contraband.

Hey, that's personal stuff.

Can I have that back? What the f*** is this?

You can't take that!

- What did you say?

- She can't take that. It's mine!

Get back to your bunk!

You hold that noise, ma'am,

or I will take you to the hole!

You understand me?

Lock your hands behind your head.

Deseg for you.

F***.

Well, it's amazing news about the Pulitzer.

Congratulations.

Yeah. No, that's great. I just...

I'm not surprised Tom Williams got it.

His story got the mayor to resign.

The President is so popular,

nobody gave a damn about what I wrote.

Well, we're all proud of you.

No, I know. Thanks.

I'm sorry.

They took my journal, my notes,

for taking an apple out of the chow house.

I can't write, and it's driving me nuts.

They took my pen.

I can't even write to Timmy anymore.

I was wondering if you could possibly

write an editorial or something,

shame them a bit.

Yeah, of course.

Tomorrow, tomorrow's paper.

Thank you.

So, look,

Molly Meyers wants to interview you.

What? Why? I'm not anorexic.

I'm not in rehab.

I'm not dating Justin Timberlake.

Human interest, I guess.

Look, she's a journalist.

She has to be on your side, right?

The top dogs are really pushing for it.

It's like you said,

no one's writing about your case anymore.

We're losing traction.

The government isn't feeling

the public pressure.

And the fines

and the legal fees are growing.

- I get it. Say hi to Avril...

- Don't think about that. No. No, no.

We just need to get you out in front again,

and, for what it's worth,

Molly Meyers will get the eyeballs on you.

So?

Okay. But it's gotta be live.

She's not gonna edit me

into a doddering idiot.

- Absolutely.

- And I'm not f***ing crying, either.

All right.

What are you wearing?

What is this, the new Cartier?

It's a wonderful watch.

No, it's not a watch. It's jewelry.

Here, look at here.

I'm suddenly nuts about this de Grisogono.

I love the numerals.

- All different sizes. Isn't that nice?

- It's a beauty.

- Ready, Molly.

- All right, have fun.

Okay. They're telling me

it's gonna be substantive.

It's gonna be serious.

- Really?

- Well, that's what they're telling me.

This will be your moment, not hers.

You'll be great.

Here you go.

- Rachel, hi. I'm Molly Meyers.

- Right, we met once.

I interviewed with you

to be your research assistant.

Oh, no kidding.

We are not going to have time for this.

If you have time for the Identities Act. Great.

If not, so be it.

- That's fine.

- One minute.

All right.

Thank you so much for doing this, Rachel.

- And congratulations on the Pulitzer.

- It was just a finalist.

- Well, bravo. We're all with you.

- Thank you, that's very nice.

Of course, I can't say it on the air.

Objectivity and all that.

All right, ready?

- You know we're live?

- Todd is gonna toss it to you in three, two...

Thank you, Todd.

Rachel Armstrong, thank you for joining us.

Rachel, you have been here

for seven months.

How are you feeling?

Well, physically I feel fine.

I don't get the exercise that I need,

but I feel fine.

You know, I look at you and I get this

sort of, "How do you do it?" sensation.

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