In the darkened West Wing, C.J. comes in from the portico and walks toward her office, clutching her arms against the cold. Cliff appears and asks, "Half day?" C.J. tells him, "Those Nobel laureates can party." Cliff asks her if Josh told her what was going on with the stem-cell vote. She calls it "Operation Sleepover," and says that it sounds great, "if it works." C.J.'s biggest reservation is over how they can be certain that Haffley will call the vote the next day. Cliff tells her, "This is where squash comes in." Hmmm, so it is a racquet sport. I should have realized that Cliff was too short to play volleyball. Cliff tells C.J. (and reminds the audience) that he has a date to play squash with the Speaker in the morning. C.J. wonders how he'll talk Haffley into scheduling the vote, and they decide to do a little role-play. Not like that, you perverts. C.J. plays Haffley, and Cliff plays Cliff. Blah, blah, reverse psychology/threat to Haffley's manhood. C.J. gets pretty into the argument, and just as it looks like she might belt Cliff with her imaginary squash racquet, she takes a breath and tells him, "Might work. Gonna have to let him win a game, though." Cliff tells her that he plans to show no mercy.

In the Veep's Capitol office, Santos and Arkansas talk about stem-cell research while everyone else tries to sleep. Nice, guys. Just keep everyone else awake with your chatter. Again, more blah blah blah about how the embryos in question are just frozen fertilized eggs that are the byproduct of in vitro fertilization, and that they're going to be destroyed in any case. Man, where's Mikulsky? She would never let these two disturb her sleep without giving them a good smack upside the head. During the conversation, Donna quietly enters the room to get her coat. We see that she is taking in the conversation between Santos and Arkansas as she leaves the room.

Sit Room. Kate enters the room with a piece of paper in her hand and asks Military Guy if "this" is true. He tells her that it's just been confirmed, and she expositions that an American helicopter "wandered off-course" into Canadian airspace and landed just half a kilometer from the standoff. There's an officer on the speakerphone who reconfirms those facts. Kate asks if it's true that the helicopter is a Huey, and Military Guy points out that they make civilian aircraft as well: "We have deniability." Kate wants absolute assurance that "this is not part of some military action," and Military Guy tells her that he "can't vouch for Black Ops." Kate has had enough. She's yelling, telling Military Guy, "The problem is not a few rowdy outlaws from a bygone era blowing off testosterone. The problem is us! We're still the Wild Bunch." She asks the officer on the phone who the ranking Canadian official is on the scene, and he tells her that it's "the Grasslands EcoRegion Director." Good Lord, what a title. Those Canadians really are socialists. ["That reminds me, it's about time for my completely free annual physical. Better call my GP!" -- Wing Chun] Kate asks if the Director has access to a bullhorn, and then suggests that the Director announce the immediate end of hunting season: "Anyone of any nationality discharging a firearm is subject to immediate and permanent loss of their hunting license." All the boys in the room decide that this might work, since these yahoos would rather do anything than give up hunting. And I guess the thought of prison or death meant nothing to them.