Nothing But the Truth Page #3

Okay.

It's just, I have a real big story, honey.

It's fine, Mom.

Okay, I love you. Bye-bye.

- Sorry.

- Hey, what's that?

My son had to do a paper on India.

I was just looking over his outline.

I bet you he could give me 10 inches

on India's nuclear buildup with Pakistan.

- Oh, yeah.

- How'd you do with David?

"White House doesn't comment

on security issues." Blah-blah.

Yeah, well, I know you'll give it

more eloquent phrasing than "blah-blah."

- Sure.

- Feels good, huh?

It's worth every dime I don't make.

Look, I want you to start

on a major profile of Van Doren,

from Yale to CIA, to the marriage

to the ambassador 20 years older than her.

He was her professor. He was married.

A whole drama, I hear.

Now, that's some good stuff.

Look, by the way,

you deserve a good night's sleep.

If I were you,

I'd turn the ringers on my phone off.

Hey, Erica.

- Why are we meeting here, Merrill?

- For the chili.

No. Why are we meeting out

in the open like this?

We're not out in the open, Erica.

No one knows who you are.

Now tomorrow,

when that goddamn story comes out,

tomorrow you'll be out in the open. Sh*t!

Your husband had to go

and write those articles, didn't he?

Keep him out of this.

You're right, Erica. It's not Oscar's fault.

Oscar hasn't been trained in covert ops.

Oscar didn't take an oath of secrecy.

No, it's your fault.

You shouldn't have told him anything.

Okay, hey, guys. Here's the SITREP.

The paper will be out in two hours.

They haven't put it up on the Net.

They didn't want to give

the West Coast papers a chance

to put it in their morning editions.

And Justice is scrambling.

They're bringing in a special prosecutor

to find out who exposed you.

I can't believe this.

I mean, our kids go to school together,

you know, the reporter's kid and mine.

Wait a second. You know her?

Well, I kind of recognized her today,

but we'd never spoken before that moment.

Let me ask you straight out, Erica.

Was it you?

- Was it me, what?

- Was it you who leaked to the Sun Times?

I mean, it's understandable.

The White House ignored your report,

and you got pissed.

You goaded Oscar to write

those quote-unquote, opinion pieces.

When that didn't get traction,

you went to the press yourself.

I went to the press myself.

Someone you knew. Someone you trusted.

F*** you.

F*** me? Touch.

The prosecutor, Patton Dubois,

he'll be in tomorrow.

He'll get Armstrong before the grand jury.

Law says

Armstrong has to give up her source.

Could it have been Oscar?

No. Could it have been you, O'Oara?

How we all doing? Still doing good?

- Doing good.

- You sure?

- Good.

- All right.

I'm gonna put you on the box. Oscar, too.

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