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| - (after getting out of bed in the middle of the night and checking her medicine cabinet for prescription pain relief. Olivia heads to the pharmacy for a refill) OLIVIA: Uh, I called in a prescription just a little while ago. PHARMACIST: Olivia Dunham? OLIVIA: Yes. PHARMACIST: (hands-over the drugs) This is your last refill so have your doctor call in a new prescription for next time. OLIVIA: Yeah. I was hoping I wouldn't need these anymore. PHARMACIST: Thanks. Have a good night. OLIVIA: Yeah. (walking home in the wee hours of the morning, she spots her colleague in a quiet diner and joins him) OLIVIA: Hey. AGENT LEE: Hey. This is bizarre. OLIVIA: Well, I just, uh -- I was on my way home, and I only live a few blocks from here. AGENT LEE: I didn't know that. So you're just heading home now? OLIVIA: Well, from a walk. I had a migraine. And you know, fresh air helps. You? AGENT LEE: Well, as far as twenty-four hour dining goes, this place is better than most. In fact, they make a pretty good cup of coffee if you want to join me. OLIVIA: (after finding a booth to share) You haven't slept in how long? AGENT LEE: Since I got here. OLIVIA: That's a long time. AGENT LEE: It's hard... adjusting to a new city. OLIVIA: Yeah, I can imagine. AGENT LEE: You remember a couple weeks ago you asked me if I was... OLIVIA: ... Freaked out? AGENT LEE: (serious tone) I used to believe just a few months ago that, uh, I understood the world we lived in. I mean, there were basic truths that I thought were... well...true. I used to sleep like a baby. Blissful ignorance. OLIVIA: You know, eventually it will just become your life. AGENT LEE: Is that what happened with you? OLIVIA: (thinks) Yeah. Uh, sort of.
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