Black screen. 5:05 - President met with Mr. McGarry, Ch. Fitzwallace and Dr. McNally. That's AM, people. Long day. Jed arrives in the Oval Office where Leo, Nancy, and Fitz are waiting for him. He comes in wearing a sweatshirt. I guess they got him out of bed. He greets them: "The happy fun group." Leo informs him that they have reason to believe that in the next forty-eight hours the Qumari rescue team will announce that they've recovered a military-issue Israeli-made parachute. Jed asks if they're just allowed to make things up now. Well, are you allowed to just kill people now? Nancy says as long as they don't step up and assume responsibility, they do. Jed says, "They know it was us, right?" Leo says they do. Jed asks Nancy if that's what she thinks they should do. No, it isn't. She says, "I am, however, beginning to lean towards reducing our nuclear arsenal one at a time, if you know what I mean, sir." He asks for Fitz's opinion. Fitz says, "Well, I'm with Dr. Strangelove on keeping our military secrets secret. But Nancy and Leo and I think there's a third option, which is to say it was us, but insulate you." Jed: "I signed a piece of paper, Fitz." Fitz says they can get around that. Jed: "You just hated my living guts when I got this job, didn't you?" Fitz responds, "No, sir." Jed: "Yeah, you did. I didn't know anything and I didn't have any respect for the Chiefs. You became my counsellor and you wrangled the Chiefs and you brought them to me." Fitz: "You got the Chiefs, sir. They respect you." Jed insists: "You brought 'em to me. And you talked Leo into Shareef and he talked me into it. It was my order and you executed it flawlessly and I stand by it. I stand by you...I stand by you all. I stand by it until I die. Plus, I'm going to need some cellmates in Holland." Fitz tries to suppress a smile. Jed asks what they do now. Leo says they're in the Situation Room. Off they go.
The DC Three are on the last leg of the long trip home; a shuttle bus from the airport to their homes. Josh complains, "You telling me we couldn't have just gone to the nearest Chinese restaurant and picked up some Kikkoman and poured it in that soy diesel thing?" Donna doesn't think it works that way: "Plus, how close do you think the nearest Chinese restaurant was?" I don't know about the U.S., but Professor Frink has told me that when he rode his bike from Toronto to Vancouver, stopping at dozens of tiny places in between, there was a Chinese restaurant absolutely every single place they went, no matter how small or how almost totally white. Places with one gas station and no stoplights would have a Chinese restaurant, owned by Chinese people. We both have wondered if this is the case in Canada because Chinese labourers were used -- and I do mean used -- to build this country's railroad. While thousands died, especially doing the dangerous work of carving through the Rocky Mountains, it seems logical that this project might have helped to scatter Chinese settlers far and wide throughout Canada. At least, those who could afford to pay the heavy, racist head tax appallingly applied to them. This is something I'd like to read more about and if you can recommend a good book, write me. Okay! Digress much?