Josh runs into Donna, asking, "Did you confess?" Donna says, "She didn't let me get to Whittaker Chambers and the secret pumpkin." Josh says she got a phone call while she was in there. Donna: "From who?" Josh: "Europe in 1939." Donna: "Yeah?" Josh: "Yeah, I jotted it down. Apparently they're at war, but we've taken a firm stand as an isolationist nation and refuse to get involved. Our resources are our own and their problems are on the other side of the world. Though, they do have problems: sounds to me from what they said on the phone that France, Austria, and England are getting absolutely pounded by the Germans, and with no end in sight, they say that by 1941 they're going to desperately need our help if they have any chance of survival. But I think they're just being hysterical: this son of a Customs agent with the Charlie Chaplin moustache ain't going anywhere, but there's no telling that to Franklin Roosevelt, who's trying to convince his country they need to get involved. That's why he came up with this." He hands her a book. She asks skeptically, "An eighth-grade Social Studies textbook?" He tells her to turn to the page he flagged. She does, and says, "The Lend Lease Act." Josh says, "Yeah. Simply put, a loan of arms to Russia and Britain, with the understanding that they'd pay us back when the war was over. And he said this, he said, 'If your neighbour's house is on fire, you don't haggle over the price of your garden hose.' Frank Kelly in South Carolina wouldn't. There are too many things in the world we can't do. Mexico's on fire. Why help them? Because we can." Donna asks, "Did they agree to the money?" Josh says yeah. Donna closes the book with a bit of a slam, hands it to Josh, and smiles, saying, "Okay." I'm sure Mexico will be thrilled that Donna's cleared their thirty billion. Josh smiles back at her. One of you, please, put in for a transfer. I've never been very 'shippy about these two, although they have good chemistry, but I'm getting less 'shippy by the minute, here.