Jordan's office. Hallie is coming for some more pleasant conversation, and Jordan immediately starts complaining that her phone will only work if it's on speaker. "You look hassled; should I come back?" Hallie asks. Jordan says no, it's just that they "have to scrap Dracula for May." After Jordan is dismissive and snotty some more, Hallie hands over a gift -- some folic acid tablets for pregnant Jordan. Jordan boggles at the inappropriateness, but thanks Hallie anyway. "I'm a huge admirer of yours, Jordan," Hallie goes on to say. "It's how you keep everybody in suspended terror. You cultivate an air of unpredictability." Apparently, Hallie is okay with speaking frankly. Jordan protests that she doesn't either, but Hallie says she does. And changing the subject back to work, Hallie says, "You want to hear a reality pitch?" Jordan is all eye-rolly, but says, "Why not?" Hallie proceeds to pitch something called All You Need Is Love, in which people make apologies, like a defrocked priest meeting with victims, or a guy apologizing to the family he abandoned. Remember, we live in Aaron Sorkin World, where reality television actually includes things like this. And bug-eating, and sister-screwing and so forth. We live in a one-week period that happened in about 2002, if it had gone on forever instead of flaming out instantly. Furthermore, this is not really a concept similar to "reality" shows. This sounds more like Dateline NBC, so I hope Sorkin is spreading the hate to the news division. Jordan makes a bitchy grinning face in response to the pitch, and Hallie says, "You hate it," and Jordan's all, "I love it." "Really?" Hallie asks, hoping she might be wrong about Jordan being a judgmental jackass. "No, I was being unpredictable and keeping you in a state of suspended terror," Jordan says. So that's a big thumbs-up on the judgmental jackass thing.