Gabrielle Anwar: Fiona Glenanne

Mind Games

Fiona Glenanne

[last lines]
[thunder crashes, waking up Fiona, who notices Michael isn't in bed with her, he's standing at a table with a lamp]
Fiona Glenanne: Michael.
[she gets up...]
Fiona Glenanne: Hey.
[... and walks over, discovering he's looking through his files again]
Fiona Glenanne: You said you shredded those.
Michael Westen: I didn't actually say that. *You* said that. I just didn't correct you. I'm sorry, Fi. I just- I found a thread, and when I pulled at it...
Fiona Glenanne: Michael, I'm... worried.
Michael Westen: Fi, I'm not losing my mind. As the CIA was rounding up all the people who burned me, I kept thinking all my questions would be answered. But look at this. There are just a lot of inconsistencies. Just little things, you know: fuel receipts and docking papers, money transfers to *nowhere*. I answer one question, another pops up.
Fiona Glenanne: You're never gonna answer all the questions, Michael. There'll always be another thread to pull. You have to move on.
Michael Westen: I know. I will. I just need to take one more look. Just one more look, Fi.
Fiona Glenanne: [sighs] Look, come to bed, Michael. We'll look at these together tomorrow.
Michael Westen: [absentmindedly] Okay, I'll be right there.
[Fiona eyes him a moment, then goes back over to the bed and lies down in a seductive pose]
Fiona Glenanne: Come to bed.
Michael Westen: [still working] I'll be right there.
[thunder crashes]

Sam Axe: Hey, Mikey, how you doing? Got you a gift.
Michael Westen: You got me gift.
Sam Axe: Yeah. Let me tell ya, you're a tough guy to shop for. I mean, what do you get for the guy who basically has... nothing? Anyway, try that.
Michael Westen: A gift certificate for a massage.
Sam Axe: Best spa in Miami, the Mist at the Darabont Hotel. There's a five month waiting list, unless you have an in with the owner.
Fiona Glenanne: Sam's new girlfriend.
Michael Westen: You have a new girlfriend?
Sam Axe: Elsa and I don't use labels, Mike. Except "Boy Toy." Ha! She calls me "Boy Toy." Ha ha. Anyway, this spa is so relaxing, they got to bring in a defibrillator to wake you up when your done. Might help you with your little
[whistles]
Sam Axe: .
Michael Westen: You told him, Fi?
Fiona Glenanne: That you're obsessing over the people who burned you even though they're either dead or in jail? I might have mentioned it.
Sam Axe: We've always known you've been a little crazy, but we just don't want you going crazy-crazy.
Michael Westen: Sam, I'm fine. It's just nightmares.
Fiona Glenanne: Well, they're a little more than that. You attacked a man who was about to pull a teddy bear on you.
Michael Westen: [to Fiona] I told you I spotted him three times.
[to Sam]
Michael Westen: I couldn't take the risk. It was a mistake.
[to both]
Michael Westen: I'm fine.