Back at the Hawk and Dove, Marbury says, "The darkness in our sunshine, the shadow on our souls, the biblical sins of the father...for Americans, it's slavery. Slavery is your original sin -- that, and your unfortunate history with your aborigines." Yes, it's a sparkling record other than those two little blots. Toby: "Native Americans." Dude, where were you during "The Indians in the Lobby"? John: "For the English, it's Ireland." Toby's puffing on a stogie and says, "Well, they've given us a couple of U.S. Presidents, a lot of Boston Democrats, and half the New York City police force." Well, Erin go bragh! It's not just hooch and bombs. And leprechauns. Marbury: "Not to mention the song 'Yankee Doodle Dandy.'" He pauses. "Centuries of home rule, foiled by English conservatives or Ulster Orangemen...immortal martyrs...secret tribunals leading to public hangings, followed by war....followed by...followed by...followed by...." Toby: "So wouldn't you say we were doing you a favour?" John: "By intervening?" Toby argues, "That's the act of a friend. What is left to do but talk? What could be better for that wounded place than sitting down and talking? What is better than sitting down and talking?" Marbury: "Not to talk to Brendan McGann." Toby: "We can't choose who." Marbury: "Oh, of course you can't." Toby: "Then what can we do but talk to him?" Marbury: "Nothing. You must talk to him." Toby's all, wuh? Marbury: "Toby, despite appearances, I do have...lucid moments, and I know that England is running out of turns on this particular...but uh, as Ambassador for Her Majesty's Government I must tell you that...." Toby: "Brendan McGann cannot come to the White House." John: "Yes." Toby: "Understood, Mr. Ambassador." John takes a drink, and pronounces it excellent. Toby takes a big puff and his face disappears behind a big stinky cloud of smoke as he exhales. Marbury leaves.

Back in Sam's office. Millgate gripes: "FDR smoked." Sam says yeah. Millgate: "In the White House, Campobello, everywhere." Sam knows. Millgate says FDR got re-elected six or seven times. Sam asks, "Listen, is there no doctor you can see?" Just then Enlow busts in, saying, "Next time the Bartlets invite me over to a party, remind me to bring five legislative assistants and a loaded gun." Sam says, "You got my note." Enlow reads: "'All infrastructure projects earmarked for Illinois are about to be anonymously blocked.'" Sam stands up and says, "Let's play our game." Enlow: "Don't make me mad." Sam: "Don't make me laugh." Enlow: "Listen..." Sam: "I couldn't figure out what this on the record/off the record crap was until Dr. Millgate...this is Dr. Millgate, by the way..." Enlow glances at Millgate, who says, "Churchill smoked." So did Al Capone. So does Fidel Castro. Big damn deal. Sam continued, "Until Dr. Millgate told me the thing was going to be built in Illinois. So of course you have to be for it on the record. But off the record, it crowds out all the pork you've got your eye on, like the Senator Enlow Off-Ramp Rest Stop, Hotel and Casino." Enlow says, "Don't send me notes anymore." He walks out.