Covert Affairs (2010–2014): Season 2, Episode 9 - Sad Professor - full transcript

Hey. I'm going to be
working late tonight,
so don't wait up.

Are those scones?

Easy, "Debbie Drive-Thru."
Sit down and eat
with your sister.

Do you remember her?

The one who bakes you
goodies every day?

Yeah.

Sounds vaguely familiar.
But I am so late.

Oh. Well, then,
I'll drive you.

Uh...

Come on. I'm seriously
overdue for some Annie time.

Annie time is
pretty awesome.



But I need my car because
I have a thing tonight.

I thought you said
you were working late.

Yeah, the thing
is an Acquisitions
conference in Arlington.

I know.

Thrilling stuff, right?

You know, you've been
working past 10 o'clock
for weeks now.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, it's fine.

Have a great day.

What...

Yield, people.
Why won't you yield?

Auggie, wait up.

Twenty minutes
Iate, Walker?

If I didn't know
you any better,



I'd say you were
getting cocky.

Actually, I had to
drive all the way

to Capitol Hill
to lose a tail.

Seeing as I'm only
20 minutes late,

I have good reason
to be cocky.

Probably another
round of random
surveillance checks.

Was it CIC?
Worse.

My sister.
Ouch.

If I can't
fool my sister,

how am I going to fare
against "FSB"
counter-intelligence?

Ah, what you're
going through is
completely normal.

When I first
joined the Agency,

my brother tailed me,
checked emails,

eavesdropped
on phone calls...

After a while,
he just stopped.

Why did he
Iose interest?

Oh, I bought
him an Xbox.

I don't think that's going
to work with my sister.

What's Arthur
doing in the DPD?

If Arthur is in here,

it's either bad news
or really bad news.

He's walking with Joan
up to her office.

Huh.
- Good morning.

I'm afraid I'm here
under unfortunate
circumstances.

Two days ago, an active
CIA Case Officer,

code name "Moonlight"
was killed in the
Iine of duty.

The loss of life for any
public servant is tragic.

But at the Agency,
it is the rarest
of events.

In the last 65 years,

the U.S. Armed Forces
have lost one 101,712 lives.

Law enforcement, 10,635,

CIA...

103.

The number lost
on U.S. soil?

Four.

Those with "need to know"
will be looped in further.

Until then,
all I can say is...

We've lost
a good operative.

I've never seen it
so quiet in here.

Mmm.

If they can
get to one of us,

it means they can
get to any of us.

Annie?

A word?

I have something
very difficult
to tell you.

The operative
who was killed...

He was someone
you knew.

That's impossible.

Every covert operative
I know is in that bullpen.

Mark Ramsay?

Why do you have a photo
of my Georgetown
Ianguage professor?

Was he somehow
associated with Moonlight?

Annie, he was Moonlight.

And you're the only
one who can help us
find his killer.

I always thought
Mark was this bookish
Ianguage professor.

And now, you're saying
he was CIA for 20 years.

His NOC gave him
unparalleled access.

He taught all
over the world.

Lomonosov,
the Sorbonne,
ETH Zurich...

He recruited some
of the Agency's
most valuable assets,

who still pay
dividends to this day.

The last time
I saw Mark,

he begged me not
to join the Agency.

Why would he do that
if he was an operative?

Maybe he was pushing you
to test your resolve.

Ramsay was tracking
a local spy ring.

A Pakistani
state-sponsored group

called Lashkar-e-Taiba.

We think he got too close
and his contact inside
turned on him.

What... What does
his wife have to
do with this?

Mark was making
monthly drops
of his findings,

but was killed
before he could
make his last one.

We think that intel

held the identity
of the entire
Lashkar spy ring,

and we need you to leverage
your relationship with Safia
in order to find it.

You want me to go
to the house
of a grieving widow

whose husband
was just murdered

and ask her where the
classified documents
are hidden?

If only it were
that simple.

You can't mention
the CIA.

Safia didn't know
Mark was with the Agency.

How... How is
that possible?

Have you told
your sister?

If Mark didn't
tell his wife,

it's not our
place to, either.

You're to go to Safia
under the guise
of paying your respects.

We don't have time for
a "slow burn" approach.

Annie should just lay
her cards on the table
and read Safia in.

Okay.

So, just tell
Safia the truth

and get her permission
to bring everything back
to Langley for inspection.

I just heard.
I am so sorry.

It still doesn't
seem real.

That your Professor died,
or that he was CIA?

Both... I guess.

Hmm.

And now, I have
to go tell Safia

that he spent their
entire marriage
Iiving a lie?

It's like delivering
the message her husband
died all over again.

What's that?

I thought you could
use some cheering up,

so I bought you
a Zeiss A1 Axio

with phase contrast
and a digital camera adapter.

Fantastic.
Mmm-hmm.

I still don't know
what you're talking about.

It's a microscope.

And we're going
to use this baby

to interpret Ramsay's
intel transmission.

And what Robert should be
showing you right now
is a microdot.

I remember reading
about those at the Farm.

Full-size documents
shrunk to a single period.

Put one on a normal-Iooking
document and they're
impossible to find.

But if you know
where to look...

Is it working?
Do you see anything?

Yeah. It's amazing.

Good. Wasn't sure
how that was going
to play out.

I thought we stopped
using these after
World War II.

Yeah, well, Ramsay
was an old-school spy.

Sometimes, the low-fi
approach is the best way
to stay under the radar.

Great.

So, all I have to do
is scour the house
of a college professor

Iooking for a single
millimeter-sized period

on a normal-Iooking
document.

It's like finding
a needle in a haystack.

You know, forest...
Yeah.

Full of haystacks.

Ironically, I have
about as much chance
of finding it as you do.

Oh, come on.
That's funny.
Because...

I... It's... Sorry.

I was still thinking
about breaking the
news to Safia.

I've never read
someone in before.

Is there a CIA protocol
for how to do it?

No.

There are as
many approaches

as there are
personalities
in the Agency.

The important thing
is to be direct
and definitive.

They were married
for 15 years, Auggie.

This is going
to shatter her.

It will be easier
coming from a friend.

Would have been easier
coming from her husband.

Rachmaninoff was the
bane of my existence
in grad school.

And the man had hands
the size of shovels.

It hardly seemed fair.

Annie.

It's been
far too long.

Mmm.

I'm so sorry
about Mark.

Hmm. Mark always said
you were his star student.

And he did love callas,
didn't he?

Come.

We'll put them
in water.

You're sure you're
okay having so many
people over so soon?

Mark's students
were his passion.

I can't think
of a better way
to celebrate his life

than having everyone
over for good food
and good conversation.

Huh?

Actually, there is
something I wanted
to talk to you about.

The lamb.

Mark was always
the cook.

But I'm making do.

He learned to make
this lamb biryani dish

to impress me when
we were first dating.

I didn't have the heart
to tell him I preferred
burgers and fries.

Mmm.

A little dry?

It's delicious.

Hmm?

Could I have
a glass of water?

Of course.

Safia?
When you have a minute?

Would you...

Pardon me for
a moment, please?

Sure.

You must have
tried the lamb?

How can something be
both cold and burnt
at the same time?

I know.

Clearly, you haven't been
here the past two days.

Is she really okay?

She seems in awfully
good spirits for all
she's been through.

Well, she hasn't slept
or left the house
since Mark was killed.

I knew something
didn't seem right.

Actually, it's a totally
normal defense mechanism,

according to the
K?bler-Ross Grief model.

Although there is some
convincing scholarship

out of Yale disputing
the classical
"Five Stages" theory.

Fascinating.

Would you, uh,
excuse me for a second?

Could I...

Could I talk to you
for a second in private?

It's about Mark.

Stay for lunch.

After everybody leaves,
we'll have time to talk.

Hmm?

First...

We feast on lamb.

I'll never forget
my father's face
when they first met.

You have to understand,

for a traditional Pakistani,

there's only one
sin worse than
marrying an American.

Marrying an
African American?

Exactly.

But when Mark broke out
in fluent Urdu

and named the starting
midfield of the Pakistani
Football Federation,

Dad was sold.

So, how much longer
do we have to walk

before you show me
what's in that envelope?

This is hard.

I'm sorry.

What... What is this?

It's a commendation record.

Yes, I can see that.

But why does it say
"Central Intelligence Agency"
on the top?

Because Mark
was an undercover
CIA operative.

For 20 years.

I work for the
CIA, as well.

That's what
I came here to say.

Safia, wait.

Please let me explain.

There's nothing
to explain.

Mark was no spy.

His idea of danger
was a jacket
without elbow patches.

I know how
you're feeling.

This was a shock
for me, too.

With respect...

You don't have
the slightest idea
what I'm feeling.

And yet, somehow,
you feel entitled
to come out here,

make up some
absurd fabrication,

and try to flip
my life upside down.

Please.

Just go home.

Come here.

We've got to go. Now.

Nice work clocking
the license plate.

Jai's running it now.

It's definitely Lashkar.

They're trying to
eliminate Ramsay's
intel before we find it.

How is Safia
handling everything?

I don't think this is
quite the way she
envisioned her day going.

Are the movers
really necessary?

They're absolutely
necessary.

It's standard procedure
when any officer dies

to scour every
inch of his life

and reconstruct
Ioose ends.

We need to find
that microdot.

No stone
goes unturned.

Two armed Lashkar
militants are after
that intel

and are willing
to kill for it.

Whatever leeway time
we thought we had,
we obviously don't.

Stay on him.

Ma'am, I told you
we have orders to take
everything back to Langley.

Annie, tell him
he can't take
my instruments.

That was my grandfather's
concert violin.

Don't worry.

We'll put everything back
exactly how we found it.

Guys.

Why don't you
take five?

Take a break, everybody.

What's this all about?

These men are looking
for information to
identify Mark's killer.

Not the movers.

The thugs
who shot at us.

They're the ones
who murdered Mark?

We still don't know.

We think so.

So, it's true.

He was a CIA agent.

I went to his office.

I sat in on his classes.

So, that was all fake?

Mark's job
at Georgetown
was real.

And when he taught abroad,
that was real, too.

I still think of him

as my professor.

But he was also
recruiting assets

and spying on
foreign nationals

and sending
that information
back to Langley.

So, he should
have told me.

I would have understood.

I'm sure there were
a million times
he wanted to.

But it's hard to
find the right moment.

And... And the
Ionger you wait,
the harder it gets.

So, instead, he just
came home every night,

Iooked me in the eye

and lied to me.

Compartmentalizing is
the only way that some
operatives can cope.

If anything, I'm sure

he was trying
to protect you
from danger.

Safia, we need
to start talking

about a safe place
for you to stay.

No.

You've taken enough
from me already.

I'm not leaving.

Annie.

We found this behind
a false wall in the closet.

It looks like a safety
deposit box key.

Do you know anything
about that?

How is it you guys
didn't even know
about this box?

Spies are
secretive people.

Home vaults,
bank boxes,

safe houses...

Anything to keep
sensitive intel
out of the wrong hands.

Doesn't it get tiring

keeping all
those secrets?

Sometimes.

Please. Take as much
time as you need.

Thank you.

What is that?

It's a "microdot" kit.

Mark used this to
create his intelligence
transmissions.

My God.

Look at all
this stuff.

These... These
are postcards from

every city
we've ever visited.

Athens, Shanghai,

Lisbon...

Summers in Maine.

I can't believe
he kept all these.

Mark's wedding vows.

He was so nervous
that day.

You know, he could
wax eloquent

in front of a packed
Iecture hall,

but when he read these...

His voice trembled.

I'm so sorry.

I have to take
all this back
to Langley.

We will get it back
to you the moment

we are done with it.

No, it's okay.

I understand.

AII right.

What's the word
from the embassy?

I'm compiling a briefing
for Arthur right now.

Maybe you can brief
your boss first.

Islamabad's in
full denial mode.

They claim
they've shut down
all militant groups.

According to the
Pakistani government,
Lashkar doesn't exist.

Huh. Try telling
Safia Ramsay that.

And what do we
have on the car?
The Chrysler?

The car was a rental.

We traced payment
back to the Pakistani
Welfare Agency.

Well, that's right out
of the playbook, isn't it?

Using a charitable
organization as a front.

"Give us money for
food aid, and we'll
use it to buy guns."

And what do we have
on the PWA?

Small D.C.-based office.

Pakistan desk has been
monitoring their activities

since the 26l1 1
Mumbai attacks.

I have full dossiers
on every employee.

We've got a lot
of options here.

Rubina Jafari, personal
secretary to the CEO.

Young. Single.

Jai. You think
you can find an in?

I don't think that
will be a problem.

There's Baked Alaska
in the freezer.

But I experimented
a little bit,

and it's a little
too baked,

not quite
enough Alaska.

What are you
still doing up?

Watching the coverage
of this horrible shooting
in Georgetown.

They say
it's a gang initiation.

Can you imagine?

I mean, I drove past
that corner last week.

Professor Ramsay
was a beloved member

of the academic community.

He is survived
by his wife, Safia.

Uh... I'm sure the
cops are on top of it.

They usually...

They usually
get those guys.

Wait, you know,

they said he was
a language professor
at Georgetown.

Did you have him?

He was my advisor,
actually.

Wait, someone
you know was killed?

And you didn't
tell me?

It was a busy day.

"Busy day" gets you out
of not calling your niece
on her three-quarter birthday.

Not out of telling me your...
your friend was killed.

Sorry.

Can we just drop it?

Uh...

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, I should be
more sympathetic.

I can't imagine
how hard this
must be for you.

Um...

Thanks.

Uh...

For the record,
that was, um...

It's just the right
amount of Alaska.

So, these are all
Ramsay's possessions?

Everything, from the house,

the office,
the car...

It's difficult enough
finding a document
the size of a period.

But when your subject
apparently never
throws away

a single book,
paper, receipt...

Let's just say
it's been a long day.

It probably doesn't
help that he was
a fan of the ellipses.

A double dash
now and then
would be nice.

Barber! Status report.

Yeah. Just finishing
our second pass.

What do you want us
to do next?

Third pass.

You see, people?

It's just like
I told you an hour ago.

We're going to have
to do another pass.

Where do you think
the microdot is?

Maybe the guys that
ransacked his place
got to it first.

Maybe he kept his
intel somewhere else.

Maybe there never
was a microdot.
I have no idea.

What about the stuff
from the safety
deposit box?

Ran it all
a dozen times.
Nothing.

Wait, something's missing.

Where are the
wedding vows?

Is she home?

No one has come or gone
since I've been here.

Okay.

Safia?

Safia, I need
those wedding vows.

So, you're saying Safia's
working with the men
who killed Mark?

She was born
three kilometers

from the Lashkar
headquarters
in Muridke.

She's lived here
for 20 years.

And these militant groups
Iove to recruit Westerners.

She's gone, Annie.
What does that tell you?

That she could
be in trouble.

Or she could be
fleeing from us.

I understand how
you're feeling.

You've just
Iost a friend.

But we have
to be objective,
not emotional.

It's our job.

I know this looks bad,

but you have to
trust me on this.

I know Safia.

What she and Mark
had was real love,

not some spy versus
spy espionage game.

I'm not sure you knew
Mark as well as
you thought you did.

This is a paper I wrote

for Mark's Russian
Ianguage class.

Where did you
get this?

Annie...

Mark was the one
who originally submitted
your name to the CIA.

He said you were one of his
brightest language students,

and we would be foolish
not to recruit you.

So, when I applied
to Langley
three years ago...

You had already been
on our radar since college.

Annie.

I am not saying
Safia is definitely
working with Lashkar,

but we wouldn't be doing
our job unless we tracked
her down for questioning.

I've got a team out
Iooking for her now.

What are they going to do
when they find her?

For now, we just want
to find out what she
did with those vows.

She isn't being
accused of a crime. Yet.

Uh, and...
And what can I do?

You need to stay
on the bench
until we find her.

Is that clear?

Annie.

Is that clear?

Yeah.

No typing,
no pages turning...

Even odds says you're
staring contemplatively
into space,

pondering the
great mysteries
of the universe.

Do you ever wonder
why you were hired?

Ten thousand
applications a month.

Why did the
Agency pick you?

I always assumed
it was for my body.

Auggie.

I was recruited.

There are not a lot
of guys who can write

an unbreakable
Java-based daemon

and have won their
high school state
wrestling championship

two years in a row.

Why? What's
on your mind?

I always thought
I came to the Agency
on my own terms.

Now, I find out they
had a file on me
when I applied.

Annie, it's the CIA.

We have a file
on everyone.

Had any progress
tracking down Safia?

Nothing.

Joan's authorized
a trace on her cell phone
and credit cards,

we've notified
the authorities,
flagged her passport...

She's a ghost.

She cannot be a spy.

This is the woman
who made me
Toll House cookies.

Okay, I know what I'm
supposed to tell you
in this situation.

I'm supposed to tell you
to let Joan run her op.

I am not supposed
to tell you

to go down to the annex
and investigate for yourself.

And I'm definitely not
supposed to tell you

that the code
for the door

is "92762 pound."

Smithsonian Institution.
How may I direct your call?

We have Danielle Brooks
at the Smithsonian
looking for Annie Walker.

Okay.

Send her down
to the Castle.
I'll be right over.

And his supervisor sent me
to the National Gallery.

So, I trudged all the way
across the mall,

waited there another
20 minutes,

and then, was told
I had to come back here.

Where I started
two hours ago!

And who are you
Iooking for again?

Annie Walker.

That was
the first thing I said.

Hey. Auggie Anderson?

Danielle Brooks.

You gave my daughter's
third grade class
the most amazing tour?

Right. Yes, you were
Annie Walker's sister.

Hey.
Yeah, actually,

I feel more like
Annie Walker's
casual acquaintance.

I can't even
find my sister
in her office.

Yeah, the bureaucracy
around here is crazy.

Unfortunately,
Annie's out
of the office.

She has an Acquisitions
conference.

Oh, no. She said
that was yesterday.

It's a week-Iong thing.
It's a big deal around here.

It's kind of like
our fashion week.

I tell you what.
Can I buy you

one of the Smithsonian's
famously bad cups of coffee?

That sounds wonderful.

At least someone
around here is helpful.

Follow me.

You know it's bad luck
to read in a bar, right?

You're wasting your time.

I have a rule against
dating Indian men.

AII right.

If you ask me,
you're the one
wasting time.

We both know
how this charade
plays out.

No?

Where could you
possibly be going

that's more
fun than this?

Everything's more
fun with champagne.

Tech Intel.
I'm in.

Dude, are you
eating a sandwich?

They ordered Wagshal's.

Whatever.
Just take me
through this.

Okay.

Set her Bluetooth
to discoverable.

Then, open "spiral attack"
from your phone.

Enter her
IMEI number,

then star seven,
six, send.

And...

We're done.
There you go.

It will take a day
to drill down these names,

but your end
of the mission is done.

You can just
go home, lucky.

Yeah.

Actually, I think
I'm going to stick
around for a little bit.

Why? What are you...

Hello?

What did I miss?

So, you really think
I shouldn't be
worried about Annie?

Oh, she'll be fine.

We're just in the middle
of our busy season.

Well, she's always
in the middle
of a busy season.

Do you know
she canceled on Scott
three times last week?

Scott, the doctor
she's been seeing?

Oh, right. Dr. Scott.

There's a table.
Do you want
to sit down?

Sure.

I'm just worried
that she's pushing

everyone she's
close to away.

Well, your concern
is completely natural.

My brother was worried
about me when I first
joined the Institution, too.

The thing you have
to realize is that

this isn't just a job.
It's a way of life.

The Smithsonian?

It's one of the
pillars of our country.

We are out there
on the front lines,
protecting America's art.

Art that is
under attack.

Who's attacking art?
The funding cutters.

And the only thing
standing between them
and total annihilation

is the Smithsonian.

It's the first
Iine of defense.

Defense of the art?

Metaphorically
speaking, of course.

Look, this is a very
demanding job for the
people who work in it

and for their families.

With the long hours,
the travel,
the confidentiality...

Your sister has devoted
her life to public service.

And at the end of the day,

that's what makes
it all worthwhile.

Wow.

I had no idea
so much went into
working at a museum.

Well, it's not just
a museum, Danielle.

It's the museum.

Next.

Thank you.

Safia?

Safia, it's Annie!

Safia?

Why are you
following me?

Why can't you just
Ieave me alone?

Safia.

I need you to
put the gun down.

I came here
as a friend.

You came here
to find Mark's files.

You're not a friend,
you're a spy.

Put the gun down
before you hurt us both.

You can trust me.

I don't know
who I can trust anymore.

Maybe we can work
that out together.

When you told me Mark
had this whole other life,

it made me question
everything.

I wondered whether
he ever loved me at all.

And then, everything
became clear in one moment.

The safety deposit box.

That's when I realized,

in spite of everything
he hid from me...

I was always
in his heart.

So, you took the vows
and you fled.

We came to North Haven
every summer.

No matter how busy we got,
this was our oasis.

That's why he didn't
file this house
with the Agency.

He wanted it to be
just between you.

The last time I saw Mark,

he told me not
to join the Agency.

I didn't understand
why until just now.

It's not easy
deceiving people.

Especially the people
you love.

And Mark didn't want
me to suffer through
a lifetime of lying.

Do you still
have those vows?

Sure.

Mark was trying to
transmit that brief
to the CIA,

but he was killed
before he ever
got the chance.

But why... Why would
he hide this on
our wedding vows?

He must have sensed
that it wasn't
safe in the house,

so he put it in that box,
and he put it on a document
that no one would suspect.

If anything
happened to him,

he wanted the exact
right person to find it.

I think he wanted
it to be you.

We need to take
this to Langley.

Arthur?

Why am I just finding
out you re-tasked

four of my field officers

to the Ramsay
investigation?

I don't get it.

We've drilled down
on every assignment
Ramsay ever worked.

We vetted every asset.

What are we missing?

Don't do this.

Do what?

You are more involved
with this investigation

than I have seen
you in years.

You and Ramsay
both graduated
from Annapolis.

You both cut
your teeth
in the D.I.

And by all appearances,
you seem to share

a similar taste
in historical fiction.

I think you're worried
this could have been you.

Oh. I'm not
worried about me.

I'm worried about you.

I'm worried
about our team.

This happened
in our backyard.

I'm not going to rest
until we catch these guys.

What did you say
you were doing here?

I cross-referenced
Rubina Jafari's contacts

with Ramsay's
known associates.

Tommy Burleigh.

Studies nuclear physics
at Georgetown,

took three language
classes with Ramsay.

He has Top Secret
clearance and access
to sensitive DOE labs.

Ideal target for
Lashkar recruitment.
Mmm-hmm.

And his sizeable
student loans,

suspiciously
paid off last year.

Ramsay must have
sniffed out he was
selling info to Lashkar.

And Lashkar had
him killed before
he could get out word.

You have to tell Annie.

I'm trying.
Her cell's
out of range.

Annie, look
who I found.

You've met
Tommy, right?

It's an awful
strange coincidence,

running into each
other on a remote
island in Maine.

Yes, well...

Mark and Safia
would wax poetic

about their respites
to North Haven.

So, I thought I'd take
a couple of days
to clear my head.

Where's your luggage?

And your shoes are
pretty clean for the
middle of mud season.

Tommy, what's going on?

Please, Safia.
You have to help me.

Hey.

Safia, they're
going to kill me.

Annie.

Tommy must have
worked with the
men who killed Mark.

What?

Stairs.

What?

We have to
get off this boat.

Under that net?
Over there.

Run.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?
You sure?

Okay. Come on.

Ramsay's microdot confirmed
the identity and locations
of seven Lashkar operatives.

Tommy Burleigh
and Malik Murabanti were
picked up by the Coast Guard.

That leaves five
still at large.

Mmm-hmm.

So, what's
the next move?

Conventional wisdom says
we slowly squeeze the lemon.

Bring all seven in,
turn them,

and send them back out
to catch bigger fish.

But it's your decision.

And it's my job
to support it.

So, the more
relevant question is...

What do you
think is the move?

I don't think
we use killers
as chess pieces.

I want them
brought to justice.

The CIA takes
care of its own.

Your DPD, your call.

But I'm glad
that's your call.

Because that's what
I was hoping you'd say.

Today, we gather for our
most solemn occasion.

Unveiling a new star
on our Wall of Honor.

Each of these 103 stars

represents the memory
of a devoted
intelligence operative,

a treasured colleague,
a beloved friend.

It is our job
at the Agency

to honor these men and women

by continuing to serve
the country they gave
their lives to protect.

Case Officer Mark Ramsay
did not die in vain.

His intelligence led directly
to the capture of seven
militant extremists,

men who posed a significant
threat to our nation.

This is the culmination
of a distinguished career.

One marked by devotion,

sacrifice, by patriotism.

I'm so sorry
for your loss.

I don't want that
to be Danielle.

I don't want her to be
at a star ceremony,

finding out
who I really was
for the first time.

I don't want to
keep this secret
from her anymore.

Then, don't.

I'm not saying
it's going to be easy,

but she deserves
to know the truth.

Just like Safia
did a long time ago.

Did you ever read
your brother in?

Eventually, I had to.

How did it go?

Oh, terribly.
He didn't speak
to me for six months.

But it was still
the right thing to do.

Because eventually,
he came around.

And now, we're closer
than we ever were before.

I don't think I can go
six months without
talking to my sister.

Danielle is
a different person.

And there's no telling
how she's going to react.

The point is, no one
on the other side
of this conversation

can ever truly be ready.

You just have to
decide if you are.

Thanks.
Mmm-hmm.

See you in the morning.

Oh, hey, Walker,
one more thing.

Yeah.

When were you
going to tell me
about Dr. Scott?

Sorry.

Those details are
"need to know."