Toby's alone in the Mess, struggling with the speech. He's muttering various phrases to himself. There's a coffee cup and a beer bottle on the table, a stogie is burning away, and most of the room is in darkness. The camera drifts around him showing him from various angles and distances. Suddenly Will appears in front of him and tosses the pad of yellow paper in front of him, saying, "Four hundred and ninety-eight -- but with my name, it's five hundred." Toby hands him his pad, saying, "This is mine."
Will sits down, and he and Toby start reading each other's speeches. After several long moments of silence, Toby says, "Stop reading mine." Will says, "Actually, it's..." Toby: "Stop reading it, please." Will puts the pad on the table. Toby keeps reading Will's draft and then says softly, "We can't offer you any money. We can put you up in a hotel." Will mentions that he works with somebody: "She's my stepsister, actually." Well, that's one mystery solved. Still floundering on the Sparky thing. Toby: "That's fine, but she's on your payroll." Good thing Will appears to be loaded. The camera drifts down to the pad Toby's holding and Toby says, "This is incredibly good...Will. 'Never shrinking from the world's...' '...a fierce belief in what we can achieve together.'" He sighs and turns some pages, saying, "I used to write like this. It was ten months ago. I don't understand what's going on. I really don't. I've had slumps before. Everybody does, but this is different." Toby finally looks right at Will and says, "I'm sorry, we don't know each other, but there aren't that many people I can talk to about it." Aw. Toby gives him a disarming smile: "I don't understand what's happening. There's no blood going to it." And so far, there's no Viagra for writer's block. He continues, "I never had to locate it before. I don't even know where to look. I'm the President's voice and I don't want it to sound like this. And there's an incredible history to second Inaugurals. 'Fear itself,' Lincoln...I really thought I was on my way to being one of those guys. I thought I was close." Aw, Toby. I'm getting slightly ferklempt over here. He concludes, "Now I'm just writing for my life and you can't serve the President that way. But if I didn't write...I can't serve him at all." Will says, "Yeah. Can I tell you three things?" Toby acquiesces with a gesture.
Will begins, "You are more in need of a night in Atlantic City than any man I've ever met." He is pretty tightly wound, that's for sure. Will continues: "Number two is, the last thing you need to worry about is no blood going there. You've got blood going there, about thirteen ways. And some of it isn't good. Once again, I say, 'Atlantic City.' I'd say sit down at a table, go for dinner, see a show..." Toby reaches for his stogie. Will: "...take a walk on the boardwalk and smell the salt air...but if you're anything like me, nothing after 'sit down at a table' is going to happen." Toby asks what the third thing is. Will says, "You are one of those guys. This is an inning of good relief pitching from a fresh arm." Toby gazes at Will and fidgets with his right hand. Toby takes a puff of his cigar and says, "All right. All right. Chances are you have certain qualities that are gonna annoy me. I don't know what they are yet, but you have a certain quality about you that says that even though you're a capitalist, you've been schooled in Eastern philosophies." You can just see how that would grate on Toby, too. Will points out that he told him to go to Atlantic City. Toby: "You didn't deny you've been schooled in Eastern philosophy." Will admits: "Well schooled. You want me to locate your chakra? I'm a lawyer." Toby: "Good, 'cause they're never annoying." Hee. And also: oh, man. Remember I've told you previously how much Josh Malina reminds me of my husband's closest cousin? Well, he's a lawyer, too. Will smirks a little, then literally wipes the smirk off his face and says, "Okay. I'm glad you liked what I wrote. I'm pretty tired, and I've been tired for a pretty long time, and you've been tired even longer." He stands up, saying that he's going to Nice and he's going to stay there for a few weeks: "When I get back, it'd be a privilege to give you all the help you ask for." Toby says, "Well, I appreciate that." Will suddenly remembers Sam's note and hands it to Toby. Toby comments that Will didn't give it to him yesterday. Will: "Yeah, you know what? Not your FedEx guy." Will wishes him a happy Thanksgiving and Toby returns the sentiment. Will leaves quietly. Toby opens the note and reads, "Toby -- He's one of us. -- Sam." He sits there thinking about that when Will comes back in suddenly and asks, "Unless you want to start now." Toby: "Yeah."