C.J. arrives back at the White House via limo. Inside, she finds a surly-looking Anthony waiting for her. She apologizes for keeping him waiting and says that this thing came up at the last minute: a bomb at a swim meet. He probably heard. He just glares at her in silence. She says that she can take him home now. She repeats that he probably saw it here on the TV. Still no response. She hesitates and finally says, "You know...I really miss Simon, too. That's probably something we can talk about." Anthony doesn't look at her. She crouches -- trying to connect with his eyes, at least -- and says that she asked around and hasn't been able to find anyone yet, but that she's not finished asking yet. She says she'll take him home now. He mutters something about a "babysitter" under his breath. At this moment, Charlie's passing through the hallway. C.J. softly says, "I'm sorry?" Anthony speaks: "I said I don't need a babysitter, bitch. Are you deaf?" Seems like what you need is a slap upside the head, pal. As C.J. says she doesn't think Anthony needs a babysitter, Charlie turns around, walks right toward Anthony, and grabs him by the lapels, slamming him against the wall. Anthony begins shouting, "Yo, what the hell's the matter with you, dog?" Charlie says, "This is Ms. Cregg. She's the White House Press Secretary and senior counsel to the President. And if she wasn't, she would still be Ms. Cregg! I don't mind you not respecting people; I mind you doing it out loud, I mind you doing it in this building. You wanna be a punk, fine! But I don't think you've got the size for it. You wanna go to juvie, get out, deal, and kill cops? Okay. But every time you do a crime, you get caught, so I think you're gonna have to do something else. Nine o'clock on Saturday mornings, I eat breakfast at Cosmo's on Delaware, I come here for an hour and do office work, and then I go to St. Jude's for an hour to play basketball. You can go to juvie, or you can be at Cosmo's nine o'clock on Saturday morning. It's entirely up to you." He lets him go and walks away. C.J. just looks sad. Go, Charlie! Man, now if Dulé Hill said he'd bust someone like a piñata, I'd believe it. Maybe this is the year Charlie gets a role. I hope, I hope. Dulé Hill is so capable and should be given more to do. I've always loved Charlie.