Through a mouthful of food, Josh tells Toby, "You're listening to me, but you're not understanding me." They stroll through the bullpen while Toby says, "No, I'm disagreeing with you. That doesn't mean I'm not listening to you, or understanding what you're saying. I'm doing all three at the same time." Heh. Josh is telling Toby to stop antagonizing the pharmaceutical folk, because they can leave at any time and the White House has nothing to offer them. Toby says, "They need patent treaties to be enforced." Josh says that the treaties will be enforced, because "the pharmaceutical companies got half the House of Representatives elected; Congress is gonna get serious about this." Toby says that the pills cost four cents to make. Josh points out, "The second pill cost 'em four cents; the first pill cost 'em $400 million." Toby lists all the tax benefits and exemptions that the companies get. Josh heads for Toby's office while Toby pauses to hand off a boysenberry danish that he doesn't want, and who can blame him? In Toby's office, Josh asks for information about President Nimbala. Toby says, "He was a great soldier, a brilliant commander, he led his people for twenty-eight years, he can't get ahead of the curve. He's cursed by geography. You know what, if the ground won't grow anything, you don't have an economy. Still, he stands in a room and he talks about Norman Borlaug. He came here himself, Josh, he didn't send delegates. I think it's 'cause he doesn't have any. I think he's holding his country together with both hands." I think to myself that it sure is convenient that they've got a definite good guy on their hands, and they know they can trust him, because that means they can skip over a lot of the factors that make this issue even more complicated in our world. Lucky them. With heavy significance, Josh says, "Then let's make sure we send him back with something, is my point."
C.J. is giving another briefing about audits and the Senate Finance Committee, and I plunge into a coma. She fades out as we pan over to Ainsley, lurking in the doorway, looking on with rapture. She steps into the room, and Bill spots her from his "new guy" position at the back of the room. He asks if she's new, explaining that it's his fourth day there, and Ainsley says that she isn't. Bill says, "Maybe you can help me, then. I'm trying to get somewhere with drilling equipment that might have been sold by Bonamo Energy to the Iraqis, in violation of sanctions. I asked C.J. about it, and she said there's a grand jury investigation, and she's not allowed to talk." Ainsley asks, "She told you there was a grand jury investigation?" Bill says yes, and then Margaret pops in to drag Ainsley away. These "Ainsley wanders the White House" bits would have been much easier to deal with if we'd seen Leo say, "While you think about my offer, why don't you look around, talk to the people you'd be working with, get a feel for the place." That'd be fairly plausible, and it would have taken five seconds. Maybe then there wouldn't have been time for all the "Paranoid Sam" bits. I could live with that. As we fade out, C.J. tells the press, "All parties are optimistic," about the AIDS conference.