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."
Jed and Bingo Bob are in the Oval Office, which has been painted orange and brown and lit with candles. Or something. Oh, well, Hallowe'en's coming up. Jed cuts to the chase, saying that the list is out there now. Bob thinks it's great that they can speak directly. Jed asks, "Were you surprised to find your name on that list, Robert?" Bob: "It's Bob. Robert's my dad. And uh, yes, sir, I never thought that I'd be sitting here today. Or any day." Jed says that this place is full of surprises. Bob: "If this is a courtesy to the Speaker, I won't waste your time with a long pitch." Jed encourages him: "No, please." Bob: "I get along with people. They like me in the House because I don't ruffle feathers, and they like me back home, because I honestly enjoy a good rubber chicken -- something to do with the cooking I grew up on. And it may look like I'm awful cozy with the mining industry, but WestCo employs five times as many of my constituents as anyone else in my district." Jed asks, prompted by the boots, whether Bob's a horseman. Bob says, "Oh, I love to ride. You?" Jed shakes his head: "My youngest daughter's the one with the talent." Bob: "Praise the Good Lord for her safe return." Jed: "We do." Bob: "No, I wear these boots, uh...oh, I could give you some crap about remembering my roots, but I wear these boots because I've got flat feet and they don't hurt my arches." Jed stands and thanks him for coming by on such short notice. Bingo Bob senses that he hasn't secured anything here or made much of an impression and decides to stick his neck out: "Uh, Let me go on the record...if, uh, if you were to offer the job, I would be honoured." Jed: "Thank you." Bob: "But I would need a couple things." Jed: "Oh?" Bob says he wasn't close enough to say for sure what Jed's relationship with Hoynes was like: "But as your Vice-President, I would want more access." Jed: "Uh-huh." Bob: "Direct access. A weekly lunch or drinks, especially since we don't know each other." Jed says he sounds like he'd be a Vice-President who's looking to move up. Jed walks toward the door and Bob adds, "I'm not looking to run out the clock on you, but I'm sure that my name came up because some see me as the bland candidate. Nobody's nightmare. The triumph of mediocrity. If I were to take the job, I'd need to confound those expectations, and I'd want you to know that." Jed, evenly: "Any other ways I can sweeten the offer for you, Bob?" Hee.
Leo seems to be almost brooding in his office. Jed comes in to tell Leo he's "sending [his] girls home." He asks if Leo wants to say good bye. Leo: "Abby and I spoke earlier." Jed gestures for Leo to sit, because he's going to ramble: "Two hundred and twenty-seven years ago, a bunch of guys got together on the fourth of July and decided, because they didn't have any cherry bombs, that they would declare some self-evident truths." Leo: "Fed up with democracy, are we?" Jed nods. Well, come over here and sit by me. Jed told Berryhill it wasn't going to work out. Leo: "You didn't want to fight?" Jed did: "But the country needs a President who's doing their work. And since they put their trust in a guy whose mortality is showing, they deserve a chain of command that's irrefutable." Leo: "So who is it?" Jed: "Ben Franklin thought the only hope for democracy was if people respected each other enough to compromise. The folks in Western Colorado had four chances to change their minds about Bob Russell and they haven't." Leo draws back in genuine surprise: "Bob Russell? Really?" Jed: "He ain't my choice. But hey, we hated the last guy." And look how well that worked out. Jed says: "So let's start the vetting process." He tells Leo to tell the staff; he's done for the day. Leo: "Actually, Mr. President, you have one more thing."