Nothing But the Truth Page #8

Vassar girl, Columbia Journalism,

suburban soccer mom...

How Twilight Zone- ish is this for you?

I must say, when I wake up in the morning,

it does take me a few seconds

to realize where I am.

I mean, I haven't grown accustomed to it.

You're married to the novelist,

Ray Armstrong.

How is the marriage holding up?

- Well, obviously, it puts pressure...

- It must be very hard.

It is hard. But we're strong.

You know, he's very supportive of me,

and we're best friends. That really helps.

And what about your son? Timothy.

When was the last time you saw him?

It's been a long time.

How long?

He came to see me

when I was first brought here,

but I have asked

that he not visit me in this place.

Well, that must be brutal.

Most mothers, though, are going to have

a hard time understanding.

I guess I would have, too,

but most mothers would have no idea

what they would do

unless they were in my position.

The truth is,

bringing Timmy here would be selfish.

You know, it would be for me.

And I do wonder a lot if I can survive

another day not seeing him,

but I know Timmy,

and I saw the look in his eyes

when he was brought here,

and I know the damage that it would do

to see his mother in this place, caged up.

So, you know, I can't do that to him.

Rachel, let's get to the meat of it,

because I have to try.

On your story, on uncovering the identity

of the CIA agent Erica Van Doren,

who was your source?

Well, Molly, let me ask you.

Why do you have to try?

Try to get a fellow journalist

to betray her integrity?

I know you know better than that.

I know you do.

Before the cameras rolled, you said

you were, quote-unquote, with me.

Look, I have empathy.

Like you, I would never give up a source.

But you know what?

Sometimes sources have motives.

Right, okay.

If the information

they're giving is valuable and truthful,

like with Watergate or the Pentagon Papers,

then their motives really don't matter.

Any real journalist would be prepared

to put up with the discomfort of jail

to protect their principle.

I know you say

you would protect your source,

as if you're saying,

"There but for the grace of God go I,"

and you're never gonna have to worry about

- the government coming after you.

- Why?

Because the government really doesn't care

how you found out

where Paris had dinner last night.

That's my bunkie right there, y'all.

That's my bunkie!

Ray.

Hey. Hey, Albert. Hey.

Hi, I'm Albert Burnside.

- Hi, I'm Gretchen Monroy.

- Hi.

- So, did you see the Molly Meyers thing?

- Yes. Yes.

- Rachel was real terrific. It was great.

- Yeah, she was unbelievable.

- I'll catch up with you.

- Sure.

Nice to meet you.

- Look, Albert.

- It's none of my business.

No, no, no. No, you don't.

There are things about us

that you just don't...

- When you say "us"?

- Rachel and me.

Look, Ray, if you can sleep at night,

you can sleep at night.

She made a choice.

- Choices have consequences.

- Yeah, if you think your wife

felt like she had a choice in this,

then maybe you two shouldn't be together.

Well, you can tell her or not.

That's entirely up to you.

Keep up the good work.

Excuse me, ma'am. Excuse me.

Didn't mean to startle you.

- That's okay.

- I'm looking for the Stein residence.

Stein residence?

You know, I don't know.

I don't think there is a Stein on the block.

Harv and Sheila?

Harv and Sheila...

Oh, God.

Rachel?

Who do you have working the story?

Evans and Merkow.

The shooter belonged

to a right wing fringe group.

I guess he thought Erica had it in

for our beloved President.

Name's Alan Murphy. He's nuts and stupid.

Drove his own car to the murder site,

then crashed it half a mile away.

Once she resigned from the CIA,

she lost her protective detail.

God, this is so crazy.

Evans and Merkow will want to get

a statement from you of some kind.

I know. I get it. It's okay.

It's okay.

- How's Allison doing?

- Who is Allison?

Erica's daughter.

- Bonnie...

- It is not your fault.

Am I doing the right thing?

What's the problem?

We still have 15 minutes.

Judge wants to see her.

I've got a van waiting.

The President now seems to feel

compelled to get involved personally.

He wants to get

to the bottom of this debacle.

What happened is terrible,

and my heart goes out to her little girl,

- but it hasn't changed my position.

- Okay, that's not what I need.

I have here copies of waivers

that have been signed

by all White House staff and senior CIA.

It authorizes you, gives you permission

to reveal their names

if they were your source.

It's a blanket waiver.

That should do it for you.

Have a look. See if your source has signed.

- These people were obviously coerced.

- These people here?

These people have signed

of their own volition.

Yeah, if you don't sign these,

then we'll harass you,

we'll investigate you,

we'll make your life hell on earth.

I'm not even going to look at them, Judge.

- Anybody want some tea?

- Yes, please.

- No, thank you.

- It's from Greece.

What are we going to do with you?

This has gotten to the point now

where my wife is pissed off at me

and is telling me that I'm some sort of bully.

Well, you're not gonna get

much sympathy from me there.

Your Honor,

can I borrow your library for a second?

You think I should look at the waivers.

A man can live a good life,

be honorable, give to charity,

but in the end, the number of people

who come to his funeral

is generally dependent on the weather.

What? I'm sorry. I'm not following.

The weather has changed, Rachel.

I'm sorry, but it has. That's the truth.

In the old days,

this would have been a lot easier to fight.

The public would have called you a hero.

But I don't know,

somewhere along the line, the press...

The press stopped being the white knight,

and started being the dragon.

That's the way people see it.

You want to know why no paper

in this country, including your own,

has continued covering your story?

Why don't you tell me?

Because your 48-hour news cycle

dried up months ago.

I mean, look at you, Rachel.

You look like sh*t.

- Your kid is growing up without you...

- Don't bring Timmy into this.

- It's not fair. Okay. I'm a good mother.

- Fair? F*** fair!

Look, you may not

want to bring your son into this,

- but I do. You want to know why?

- Why?

Because I'm defending Rachel Armstrong,

not a principle.

A man leaves his family to go to jail

to protect a principle,

and they name a holiday after him.

A man leaves his children

to go fight in a war,

and they erect a monument to him.

A woman does the same thing,

and she's the monster.

If we back down,

what are we saying, Albert?

"Trust reporters as long as

they're not mothers, because they'll crack."

The truth is, if I had known that

writing this f***ing story

would have separated me from Timmy,

then maybe I wouldn't have done it.

But here we are. The story's been published,

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