Marisa Abela credited as playing...
Clarissa Dubose
- George Woodhouse: If she's in trouble, even of her own making, I will do everything in my power to extricate her. No matter what that means. You understand?
- Clarissa Dubose: My god, that's so hot.
- Kathryn St. Jean: That's for him, not for you.
- George Woodhouse: It's alright. Thank you, darling.
- Freddie Smalls: See? George can handle it.
- Clarissa Dubose: Handle what?
- Freddie Smalls: Little Georgie surveilled his own father.
- Col. James Stokes: Ouch.
- Dr. Zoe Vaughan: Oh my.
- Freddie Smalls: Daddy was an inveterate cheater. Rarely, if ever kept it in his pants, but, he was senior service, so he was, shall we say, careful. When half your life's in a black bag, how's little civilian wife here ever to have a prayer of knowing where you're sticking it?
- Dr. Zoe Vaughan: That's crass.
- Freddie Smalls: So was Thomas Woodhouse, and his boy didn't like that one bit.
- Col. James Stokes: So what happened?
- Freddie Smalls: George got the goods on him, on video. Played the tape one Sunday night at a family dinner I would have paid money to be present at. George torched daddy's marriage, and his career, at the same time. Who ever thought a field op would be bested by his own kid?
- George Woodhouse: I don't like liars.
- Clarissa Dubose: You are so rock and roll.
- Dr. Zoe Vaughan: That must have been deeply traumatic. How old were you?
- George Woodhouse: Thirty-seven.
- Clarissa Dubose: When you can lie about everything, when you can deny everything, how do you tell the truth about anything?
- Kathryn St. Jean: We have a game.
- Col. James Stokes: Ah, shit. Really?
- Dr. Zoe Vaughan: I don't think I'm willing to submit to this.
- Kathryn St. Jean: And here's how it works. We go around the table and George will ask each one of you a question, and if you get it wrong, you lose.
- Dr. Zoe Vaughan: This is inappropriate.
- Kathryn St. Jean: And the loser,
- [removes a pistol from a handbag, ejects the magazine, inserts it and pulls the slide]
- Kathryn St. Jean: doesn't get up from the table.
- [slides the pistol across the table]
- Clarissa Dubose: For fuck's sake!
- Col. James Stokes: Are you out of your mind!
- Clarissa Dubose: The two of you, I swear to god!
- Dr. Zoe Vaughan: I'm leaving.
- Kathryn St. Jean: Sit down.
- Freddie Smalls: You are cordially invited to an evening of fun and games with George and Kathryn.
- George Woodhouse: I understand eh, you and Freddie are still together.
- Clarissa Dubose: Yeah.
- George Woodhouse: Isn't that a bit awkward?
- Clarissa Dubose: Because I pinned his hand to the table with a steak knife?
- George Woodhouse: That comes to mind.
- Dr. Zoe Vaughan: Fine! I've got nothing to hide.
- George Woodhouse: Then we'll start with you. When did you first sleep with Freddie?
- Col. James Stokes: Oh, that's just gross.
- Clarissa Dubose: Sick!
- George Woodhouse: My apologies. That was ungentlemanly, but necessary.
- Clarissa Dubose: George- you come to my apartment at eleven o'clock at night asking about my relationship. I'm not shocked, and I'm not even sure I'm saying no, but are you actually doing this?
- George Woodhouse: Eh, no.
- Clarissa Dubose: Then what do you want?
- George Woodhouse: You have MOD imagery oversight in Building 321, in one of the 64 eyes.
- Clarissa Dubose: For a minute there, I thought you were human.
- George Woodhouse: I need a brief keyhole redirect tomorrow morning, and it needs to be unlogged and unrecorded.
- Clarissa Dubose: I don't even think that's possible.
- George Woodhouse: It is. There are brief periods between satlink handovers where a satellite could be used for another purpose without detection. I've done it, in Ratcliff. But this one has to be unofficial.
- Clarissa Dubose: Why would I do something like that?
- George Woodhouse: I would consider myself in your debt.
- Clarissa Dubose: What does that get me?
- George Woodhouse: Privacy. I have personally never found ecstasy use to be a compromising factor, but combined with multiple sexual partners, it would be of issue, to Freddie. His infidelity's one thing but, yours... Freddie's old fashioned.
- Clarissa Dubose: You're a bastard.
- George Woodhouse: It's important.
- Clarissa Dubose: What if I love him?
- George Woodhouse: Then you'll help me.
- Clarissa Dubose: If I date someone outside the community, they don't understand, and they don't have any clearance, so I can't talk about anything. And if I date someone inside the community, I don't trust them, because they're liars, and so am I.