Margaret walks from her office into C.J.'s office, where she tells C.J. that she's located Babish: "He says you owe him a raspberry pana cotta cheesecake." Once again, the scene is framed so that we can see Margaret standing in C.J.'s door speaking to C.J., but the doorframe blocks us from seeing C.J. It's like experimental German theater, with people standing in boxes and speaking to nobody. I keep expecting Margaret to shout out, "The Revolution is my boyfriend!" (And if you know where that's from, you are a filthy little pervert and I'm glad to know you.) Margaret reminds C.J. that it's morning in Jerusalem: "You wanted to call about the Farad funeral." There's palpable tension in Margaret's voice. C.J. crosses the frame behind her, walking to a table. Margaret, hesitantly, asks if C.J. wants her to place a call. C.J. walks by her into Margaret's office, and Margaret follows. Once we can see Margaret's face, she screws up her courage and says, "I didn't want to. I tried not to say anything that..." C.J. interrupts her: "Sorry?" Margaret: "The committee? I hope my testimony didn't do anything to make things more difficult for you." C.J. tells her she's sure Margaret hasn't caused her any problems. By this time, C.J. has walked back to her desk, and we're left with what looks like a shot of Margaret talking to a blank wall. She tells C.J., "I'll...I'll place that call." NiCole Robinson continues to rock.