Zoey's in the Residence packing her bag, complaining to Jed that he and Abby ganged up on her and are making her go to the farm. She doesn't seem really furious, just disappointed and slightly pissed. He hands her clothing as she packs one-armed. Jed says, "Your mother and I are a united front, so don't even bother." Abby looks like she could have a lot to say about that, but decides against it. Jed tries to convince her it will be fun and that he'll be up as soon as he can: "There's only one thing you have to do for me: give yourself time. Don't try to rush this." Abby wanders out. Zoey stops packing for a moment, and tells him, "There was an arm...grabbing me..." Jed looks down; he doesn't seem at all ready to hear any of the ugly details. It seems like the worst thing he can stand to picture is Zoey falling off her horse. She continues: "When I start to fall asleep...it comes back." Jed says, "We're going to help you. We're all going to help." It sounds hollow, somehow, though I know he means it. I'm just not sure he believes it. He doesn't look at her, nor does she look at him. They resume packing. Elisabeth Moss has been quite good in this episode.

Jed and Leo enter the Oval Office from the portico. Jed wonders how big a battle Berryhill is worth. Leo says that sums it up. Jed says that Lewis is eager -- maybe too eager -- for a battle. Debbie comes in to tell them that Congressman Russell's there. Jed: "Who?" Since the door is open, Debbie whispers, "Bingo Bob." Leo heads for his office.

C.J. and Toby are looking at pictures of the boychik and his bris, I guess on a digital camera. Can't really see what it is behind all the desktop crap blocking the view. C.J. laughs warmly, saying, "Look at that! Oh, my God..." Toby softly says that Huck hates him already. C.J.: "And Molly!" Toby: "Her brother got a Hebrew name, so she had to have one." Toby and C.J. are so sweet together. You notice she's the only one he's showing these pictures to. C.J. asks: "Where's Andi? Was she even there?" Toby just looks at her like he doesn't want to discuss the subject. He changes the subject, asking if C.J.'s going to step out for the fireworks. She doesn't know; she thinks she might go home. Toby thinks she should: "You've been going at it without a break." She says she's okay. Toby says he went over the briefings from the last few days, and there weren't a lot of questions about the covert operation. Which is just pathetic, if you ask me. C.J.: "There were questions." Toby: "'Why didn't Shareef have a trial? A tribunal?' Who asked that?" C.J. doesn't look at him: "They're my questions, Toby. I'm asking. You read Berardi's resignation? 'Violence is the last resort of civilized nations. Violence wrapped in secrecy is the choice of thugs.'" Toby sits down again and asks, "You think we're thugs?" C.J.: "I don't know." Toby asks, "You want to keep talking about this?" C.J., shaking her head slightly: "Unh-unh." Toby: "Let me know."