Down in the bowels of the building, Ainsley's working in her office, playing with her pendant, and listening to music. Her office gets more and more homey all the time; she's probably got half the furnishings she owns in there now. Sam knocks and enters, noticing that she's done some decorating. Sam remarks, "A woman's touch." Without looking at him, she replies, "It was a guy named Kirk." Sam says, "Hang on, I know this piece of music, I love it." She agrees that it's great. He says there's a reason he likes it. Ainsley responds, "Well, it's beautiful." Sam thinks there's another reason. She suggests, "It's called 'Air on a G String' Could that be...?" Sam seems relieved and says that it is, and thanks her. I don't know what it is about the innuendo that's written for these two, but it always seems to bug me, more so than that written for Donna and Josh. C.J. and Toby have the best innuendo going. Ainsley and Sam need to take a page out of Toby and C.J.'s book. Anyway, she asks what he needs, and he replies, "A lawyer." She tells him he came to the wrong place. He's serious. She finally looks up at him and asks if he's in trouble. Sam sits down, saying, "No, I'm not. I just want to ask you some questions." She turns off the music. He mentions that she's been covering the Attorneys General for Maryland and Delaware on the oil spill. She has, indeed. She states that they're holding a joint press conference that afternoon to announce that they're seeking damages. Sam wonders how much. She breezily replies, "Who can say at this point, but if I had to guess I'd say in the area of a hundred million for cleanup costs, probably another three or four hundred million punitive. I know how you feel about these things. Trust me, Kensington's going to pay it through the nose." Sam replies, "No, they're not." Ainsley thinks he's wrong. Sam says, "Somebody's going to pay. It's not going to be them." Ainsley asks, "You think their liability shield is that strong?" Sam does: "I bought the Indio for them when I was at Gage Whitney." Ainsley seems suitably impressed: "Wow. Talk about your chickens coming home to roost." Sam wants to be deposed for the plaintiffs. Ainsley wants to know why. Sam explains that he was very proud of himself for making such a great deal, and that it put him in the position to get a partnership, and that it didn't bother him that the boat was cheap for a reason. But at the last minute, he had a change of heart, and told them that the boat wasn't good enough and tried to persuade them to buy another, better boat. (Ship, Sam. It's a ship.) Ainsley orders Sam, "Stop talking right now!" Sam keeps rambling, "Eleven million extra dollars! They laughed me out of the room." Ainsley repeats, "Stop talking or I'm walking out." He does. She continues, "You know better. Neither you nor your clients abdicated attorney/client privilege when you left Gage. If you gave that deposition, you'd be disbarred. And even if you were willing to be disbarred, there's no judge in the country who'd allow privileged testimony." Sam argues, "Ainsley, unless a company like this is forced to fork over so much money that they don't want to go on living, unless they're compelled to pay five hundred million dollars, there's no incentive for them to pay the extra eleven million to make the boat safer." Ainsley: "Yes." Sam says, "All right. It was just an idea." He gets up to leave. Ainsley offers, "Hey, you never know. With the liability shield...maybe you're not as good as you think." Sam says simply, with a shrug, "Yeah, I am."
Over at the Oval Office, Mrs. Landingham is surprised to see that Charlie is still filling out college forms. He says he'll be doing it for quite some time: "It's basically going to be my major." Mrs. Landingham wonders what Charlie does plan to major in. He doesn't know. She asks if he's going to join the Glee Club. They still have those? The idea of a Glee Club was something that always cracked me up when I looked at my parents' yearbooks. Charlie doesn't think he'll have much time for being gleeful, taking two classes in the evenings (and working twenty hours a day for POTUS, I might add). Mrs. Landingham suggests fencing. Just then, Margaret wanders in and asks, "You're taking fencing?" Charlie says he's not. Mrs. Landingham adds that he's not taking Glee Club either. Margaret opines that "Fencing's good, because you learn the philosophy of self-defence." Charlie replies, "Well, I usually don't get a lot of people pulling an épée on me in my neighbourhood, and my philosophy of self-defence has a lot to do with running as fast as I possibly can." He adds, "These forms are really out of control, you know that? Six forms for financial aid, three forms for housing, and I'm not using their housing, a form for roommate preference, and I'm not using their housing, emergency contacts, general activity information, transfer of credits, and a fourteen-page form..." He stops and stares at the last form, reading intently. Both Margaret and Mrs. Landingham wonder what's going on. He doesn't take his eyes off the page as he says, "Hang on, please." He keeps reading and tells Margaret that he needs to speak to Leo. She says he's in a meeting with Oliver Babish. Charlie knows, but insists he needs to speak to him right now: "Tell him it's an old friend from home." Mrs. Landingham looks up; she knows that Charlie wouldn't use the super-duper secret code talk over a trivial matter. Margaret asks whether he's sure. He is. She takes off.