In the hall, Josh runs into C.J., who asks how it's going. Josh complains, "The number of people whose permission I need before I can do whatever the hell I want...let me tell you something, there's really a lot to be said for fascism." An interesting viewpoint for someone who's Jewish, I have to say. C.J. replies, "Funny you should mention that," and kinds of gestures in the direction of Toby's office. She says he wants her to find the leak. Josh says she should. C.J.: "No problem. Was it you?" Josh: "No." C.J.: "Okay, well then, now I'm stumped." She explains that when there's a leak, she does what she does, and finding the person is usually impossible under benign circumstances: "With Toby blasting around the halls, whoever it was has gone so far underground we can start our search in Beijing." Josh suggests asking Cashin. C.J. says Cashin won't roll over on a source. Josh replies, "Then you gotta get a swinging light bulb in there and just do it." C.J.: "Yeah, this from the guy who had four kinds of aneurysms when he had to interrogate the staff on drug use." Josh insists that was quite different. C.J.: "'Cause it was you?" Josh says no, it's because he was prying into people's personal lives, whereas this person compromised a policy initiative. C.J. thinks that's a fair point, and she's not saying it wasn't bad, but she's not going to find him. But they agree that she should spend the day looking anyway, because Toby's pissed. As they reach Josh's office, he pauses and advises her, "I've found that if you accept that as a good enough reason for doing something, life becomes easier." C.J. thanks him for the "fortune-cookie wisdom" as she walks away.