Callen: You know in nursing homes they only have tea in bags, so it just tastes like paper. When the time comes, I'll bring you the good stuff. Smuggle it in if I have to.
Hetty: Go in undercover? As an orderly?
Callen: Whatever you need.
Hetty: Mm-mmm. Oh, you know it's not loneliness I fear...
Callen: But you are scared of something.
Hetty: Yes, spilling everything I know, all my secrets being blathered out in a world that should never hear them. So, when the time comes, as you put it, there's something you can do. You can smother me with a pillow, make sure its synthetic, I'm allergic to feathers.