C.J. walks past Margaret and tells her to leave, since it's almost 8:00. C.J. throws on her own coat and tells Margaret that she'll be back, and doesn't respond to Margaret when she asks where C.J.'s going.
C.J. enters Leo's hospital room and sits next to his bed. He is sleeping, and she doesn't wake him. Tears are welling up in her eyes, and she says, "I don't think this is gonna work out." But he's unconscious and has no words of wisdom for her. As she sits there, teary-eyed, we fade to commercials.
C.J. is on the couch in her office while Margaret arranges some files. They're both in new outfits, so it must be the next day. C.J. says, "Lord, I never wanted a double vodka at 9 AM until this week." Margaret turns around and tells her, "They say the first step is admitting you have a problem." Can someone tell that to John Wells? C.J. asks Margaret to sit down, and then says, "I have a problem." Margaret puts her hands up in the universal sign for "slow down, sister," and says, "Wow. I may not be the right person..." But C.J.'s problem is not connected to the evils of drink. Instead, her problem is that "Hutchinson is a son of a bitch." Margaret confirms that C.J. is not the only one who thinks so, and tells her that Leo would always call Hutchinson's chief of staff first. In fact, his first calls were always sub-Cabinet: "Secretaries have agendas, policy wonks have information." C.J.: "How many policy wonks work for me?" Margaret: "A bunch." And don't forget the folks in the forums -- I'm sure they'd be glad to do some policy work for C.J. And they seem pretty wonky to me. (I live in D.C., so that's a compliment.)
Roosevelt Room. C.J. has pulled together Josh, Will, and several other unnamed policy wonks. (But no Ed and Larry.) Again, I can't resist pointing out that Will doesn't work for C.J. But I guess he's also the Chief Resident in the Radiology Department, which makes him an expert on uranium. Or whatever. Will asks where Toby is, and Josh just sputters, unable to answer. C.J. hands out information to her wonks and tells them that the Secretaries are all trying to find a way to prevent the extraction from happening: "They're the no team. You're the yes team." She tells them that she wants a viable plan for funding the extraction: "Resist the temptation to rely on the emergency non-proliferation fund. Apparently, we've already spent it."
Donna and Toby are back in the briefing room. Donna tells Toby, "I'm just saying, you knew these four were underqualified when you called them in." Toby: "He mispronounced 'New York.'" How can you do that? Did he get nervous and confuse it with Newark? I know it's supposed to indicate how profoundly stupid this guy was, but it just seems implausible. Of course, I never understood how people could confuse Providence and Provincetown, or Rhode Island and Long Island, but both of those happen a lot. Hmmm, maybe it's just that nobody knows that Rhode Island exists.