Sam knocks on the door to Isaac's office and gets introduced to J.J. and Ray Mitchell, director of program development, and Billie Tasker, senior V.P. of current programming. Pleasantries dispensed with, J.J. closes the door and says he realizes Isaac is busy so they'll cut to the chase. "Sports Night's been underachieving." Isaac and Sam exchange glances. "It's not an exaggeration at this point to say the network's concern is extreme." EXTREME! Mountain Dews all around! J.J. complains that he and The other Suits have been sending memos and notes for a year and they've fallen on deaf ears, like I don't think writing suggestions from someone who would suggest that a written message could fall "on deaf ears" should be taken seriously, but whatever. J.J. says he feels it's time they step in. "I'm sorry you feel that way," says Isaac. "Excuse me," says J.J, a little ticked. Isaac says he's sorry J.J thinks the notes fell on deaf ears; Isaac has always thought they were given due consideration. "They weren't," says J.J. "Just because we didn't execute all the network's suggestions doesn't mean we weren't listening. It just means we didn't agree. You didn't expect me to substitute your judgment for mine, did you, J.J.?" Isaac kicks such ass. "Not then, no," says J.J. But he does now. Isaac looks around at The Suits. "Will it keep everyone here from losing their jobs?" J.J., weasel that he is, pretends not to understand. Isaac says, a little more forcefully, "If I allow you three to go in there and mess with my show, will it keep my staff from losing their jobs?" J.J. says, "I can't make promises." Weasel! "J.J., I've never liked you," says Isaac. "I know," says J.J. Isaac bangs his fist on the desk and stands up. "We're done," he says. "Sam, can we see you outside?" says J.J. Sam and The Suits leave. Isaac smiles triumphantly.
Outside, J.J. tells Sam it doesn't look like Isaac is recovering from the stroke as quickly as they hoped he would. Yeah, because Isaac is standing up for his show and his staff, it must be because of the stroke. "You guys want to exert more control over the show, right?" says Sam. "Yes," says Ray. "Then it seems like he's recovering exactly as fast as you'd hoped," says Sam. Zing! "I think our point was that he's no longer able to do the show," says J.J. Billie, emboldened by leaving Isaac's office, says, "To tell you the truth, it's not clear he was ever able to do the job. He was a bit of a sentimental choice." Wow. Never have I taken such a speedy dislike to a television character. J.J. tells Sam that Sam is someone they'd like to see at the top of the "pyramid," because he is, to use one of the phrases that is death to quality journalism, more "sales-oriented" and seems able to exert some authority. J.J. says when things settle down, they'd like him to consider making his position permanent. Sam smiles, leans in and says, "Was there anything else?" "No," says J.J. "Okay." says Sam. "Okay," says J.J. "Great," says Billie. "Good to meet you," says Ray. The Suits nod and leave, unsure how to gauge Sam, who walks back to Isaac's office.