Josh, C.J., Joey, and Kenny are waiting inside for Toby and Sam. Toby asks whether Butch and Sundance are on their way; Josh says yes. I do a mental count of the people, realizing there are going to be eight instead of seven, and wonder what that's about until I realize Kenny doesn't count. I also reflect on the issue of calling a grown man "Kenny," even though my uncle, who's forty-eight, still gets called Kenny. But that's mainly to distinguish him from my father, whose name is Ken. Anyway, Kenny doesn't count. As Toby sits down, he asks Joey if her flight was all right. She's looking in another direction, though, so she doesn't realize he's speaking to her. For some reason Kenny's not on the ball here, and doesn't start interpreting until Toby reaches over to touch Joey on the sleeve to get her attention and repeats the question. Toby kind of uses his hand to make a gesture symbolizing a plane. I guess that's his attempt at sign language. Um, don't quit your day job. Sam says, "These numbers aren't going to mean anything, right?" He reiterates the mitigating issues and adds, "I'm saying, he's got numbers like Walter Cronkite." Joey weakly acknowledges this but adds, "I'm still happy to take huge wads of your money for doing this poll. Especially if it means getting to spend time with Joshua, Josh, Josh." No, of course she doesn't say that. Josh asks, "Is there anything in there that we're going to like?" Joey pauses and says, "We are, in fact, eating more beets."
Jed and Leo arrive and greet everyone. Josh reintroduces Joey and Kenny to POTUS; Leo looks at her piece of paper and asks, "Joey, did you make photocopies of that?" She has not. Leo's glad to hear it and suggests they get started. She begins, saying she polled 1,170 registered voters in the state of Michigan, giving their governor a hypothetical, concealed...POTUS cuts her off, asking, "How many people in this room know Kenny's last name?" I'm thinking it's Thurman. I could look it up in an old recap but I'm too lazy, and also I'm fairly certain I'm right. ["You are." -- Wing Chun] Everyone looks around in that way smart people do when they don't know the answer to an important question and hope that someone else answers before things get too awkward. Leo gets Jed's drift and says, "It's fine." Jed says, "I believe this operation is no longer covert." Joey's a pro, though; she doesn't take excessive umbrage, but simply says, "Kenny's been with me for eleven years. To trust me is to trust him." It must be a weird thing for interpreters to have to speak of themselves in the third person. Jed ponders this and says, "Josh?" Josh, standing behind him, says "Yeah." Joey continues, reporting the results to the following questions: "Do you agree that it's okay for the governor to lie about his health?" Seventeen percent agreed; eighty-three percent disagreed. I'm thinking the governor of Michigan is going to be pretty pissed when he or she gets wind of this little kick in the teeth. Next: "Would you be as likely or less likely to vote for the governor now that you know he has a degenerative illness?" Seventy-one percent say less likely. The largest block of likely voters were women over fifty-five. Seventy-eight percent of that block say they wouldn't vote for a candidate with MS. C.J. quietly says, "We just lost Florida." Joey says, "This may be the worst stat, sir; seventy-four percent believe MS to be fatal." Jed amiably says, "They may be right." She continues: "Sixty-two percent of Democrats aren't going to vote for you. Sixty-five percent of those describing themselves as liberal aren't going to vote for you because you lied." Everyone is taking in the gravity of her news. Jed nods slightly, smiles semi-sheepishly, and asks, "Joey, is there any good news in there at all?" Joey looks him right in the eye and says, "No, sir." And we're into the credits.