MELANIE: Based on the information you have given me, I'm able to assume that you have a selective memory.
George nods, holding his tears back with an exaggerated sense of stoicism.
MELANIE: This means that you may not remember the crime.
GEORGE, almost breathy; he has been on the verge of tears for a while: I don't, I don't remember it.
Melanie narrows her eyes analytically.
MELANIE: George, do you believe you have a selective memory?
GEORGE: I don't know--I don't know.
MELANIE, with an undertone of warning in her voice: I need a definite answer now.
A silence follows. George's eyes go soft in search for the seemingly correct answer.
GEORGE, softly: Yes.
MELANIE: Beg your pardon, sir?
GEORGE: Yes, I have a selective memory.
MELANIE, leaning back in her chair and smiling slightly: Good. (This "good" is spoken as a word of encouragement, though a mocking one.)
George looks somewhat horrified as he stares at his interrogator; he's about to speak when Daniel bursts into the room. Melanie, almost startled by his presence, quickly sheds her grin.
DANIEL: Miss Chambers...
He notices the tears in George's eyes and stops himself awkwardly. After a few seconds' stare, he turns back to Melanie and speaks quietly:
DANIEL: I need to speak with you.
Melanie does a quick double-take between Daniel and George, then gathers all of her papers.
MELANIE, offering George her hand: Pleasure working with you, George.
George takes her hand and shakes it slowly. After a second or two, Melanie forcefully withdraws and heads out of the room with her boss.