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Lauren stands behind him. Concerned, but ready to force the issue after today’s events. But Reece doesn’t fight her. REECE I know. Reece turns. An unfamiliar look in his eye. Vulnerability. Lauren takes his hands; anger gives way to empathy. LAUREN What’s going on, babe? You gotta tell me so I can help. Beat. It terrifies Reece to admit this. But he finally does. REECE Something happened on that Op... but I don’t know what... I... I can’t remember. Reece’s eyes moisten. And Lauren wraps her arms around her husband... DISSOLVE TO: EXT. TORREY PINES -- ENGRAM CLINIC -- SUNSET A GORGEOUS LATE WINTER SUNSET. Reece approaches a large, MODERN CLINIC set on cliffs overlooking the Pacific. He’s a long way from the brutalist architecture of the Naval base. INT. ENGRAM CLINIC -- EXAM ROOM -- NIGHT Reece waits in a sterile exam room. DR. PETER O’HALLORAN (40s, amiable, country club fit) enters. DR. O’HALLORAN Commander Reece. Sorry to keep you waiting. And sorry for the late appointment. I keep a light staff to do these after hour visits pro bono. REECE The Team appreciates it, sir. DR. O’HALLORAN A guy living in La Jolla has to contribute somehow. Everyone should. Dr. O’Halloran clicks a flat panel monitor on the wall, calling up Reece’s X-Ray. DR. O’HALLORAN (CONT’D) You know what an Engram is, Commander?
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