Josh tells Debbie he's going in. She's busy drawing lots of lines on a paper using a ruler. This whole section is longer than it needs to be and a bit tedious so let's cut to the chase: Debbie has instituted some new rules and conveyed them to the staff via email. One of them is that senior staff may not attend meetings without their briefing memos, because too much time is wasted regurgitating agenda items and priorities for staff members who don't have their memos. Josh doesn't have his. He says he'll remember it next time, and tries to go in. Debbie makes him go get his memo for this meeting. Josh leaves, saying, "I'm going to humour the new girl." Debbie: "Appreciate it."
Out in the hall, Josh runs into Charlie, who asks him, "Going to get your briefing memo?" Josh says he is. Debbie tells Charlie that Security just called and wants to speak with him. When Charlie gets out there, he sees Anthony and another hulking fellow about the size of three Anthonys, and much taller. Charlie: "What the hell? Anthony." Charlie walks over to the security desk and says, "Michelle, he's with me." Michelle: "Which one?" Charlie: "The regular-sized one." He asks the big guy who he is; Big Guy introduces himself: "Orlando Kettles, boss, how you doing?" They shake hands. Charlie calls Anthony aside; Anthony says he brought Orlando with him today. Charlie: "Yeah. First of all, they're a little prickly about security around here. You're not down as Anthony-plus-one. You see the guns standing around now?" Anthony explains that his friend's going to Columbus as their starting right tackle. He talks up Orlando's mad football skillz. Charlie wants to know if Anthony's Orlando's agent. Anthony: "We don't have nothing in writing." Anthony's sure dialled down the surly wannabe gangsta 'tude.
Apparently Orlando got caught driving with an open can of Pabst in his hand. Not any beer, mind you: Pabst. That's Pabst Blue Ribbon. They've been brewing that great mountain fresh taste since 1878. Did I mention that it was a can of Pabst he had in the car? Blue Ribbon? Oh, I did? Okay. Charlie turns to Orlando, who's still standing over by Security: "You were driving drunk?" Orlando: "No way, boss." Anthony explains that Orlando passed the breathalyzer but got burned for the open can, and adds that Orlando's going to be kept out of the game because of the can of Pabst Blue Ribbon, with its great mountain fresh taste; Anthony wants Charlie to pull some strings. Charlie doesn't know what Anthony expects of him: "I'm not Officer Krupke. I have a job." Anthony: "Hey, could you try to think back to the days before you were Secretary of State or something? There are good guys and there are bad guys, and when the good guys stop letting you play with them, the bad guys have a recruiting field day." Charlie, if you pull this kid's ass out of the fire, Anthony's going to be bringing a steady stream of juvenile delinquents in here for you to save. On the other hand, that could be your chance at your own spinoff. Charlie wants to know, "When did you start talking like Mickey Spillane?" Anthony: "I don't know. Who's Officer Cupcake?" Hee. I resemble that remark. Charlie: "Okay, you're seeing a musical." Don't do it, Anthony! You don't have to. He can't make you. Well, he probably can, with that whole parole thing. Anthony marvels at Orlando's considerable size and says he's not done growing yet. Good gravy. How much bigger is he going to get? He asks Charlie whom he wants Orlando playing for. Charlie wants to know about any priors Orlando's got. Anthony swears that there's nothing, but then admits that Orlando stole a goat. Charlie starts to ask why, and then decides he doesn't care. He asks Anthony, "You got a Social Security number?" Anthony hands it to Charlie, and Charlie walks over to Orlando and tells him he's not going to practice this afternoon. It's Election Day, and he's going to spend it with Charlie. Orlando doesn't have to think it over for long: "Yeah, man, I done wind sprints and I'll take the swap."