Debbie's typing and warning the tall, elegant, handsome man standing behind her -- who must be Dr. Mohabi -- not to touch anything. She glances at him, and he just looks wearily chastened. He sits down just as POTUS rounds the corner. He stands. Jed walks past him without a word or a glance toward Debbie's desk, where she hands him a note. He reads the note, saying that the boy's on the plane and he's experiencing pulmonary hypertension. He turns to the doctor: "That's elevated pressure in the lungs, I think. That could lead to what?" Dr. Mohabi doesn't say anything at first, and then Jed asks him again. Mohabi says, "I'm sorry, I..." Jed asks him sharply a third time. Mohabi replies, "Sudden heart failure." Jed: "That's what it says here. Follow me." Going into the Oval Office, he continues reading, "His right ventricular pressure has risen to 102 mm Mercury." Mohabi translates: "Low-oxygen blood's beginning to bypass the lungs." Jed continues: "Right, and he has something called in situ thrombi." Mohabi: "His arteries have lost their coagulant properties and Mr. President, I resent this." Jed: "Dr. Mohabi, I don't care. Why aren't you scrubbing up?" Mohabi patiently explains, "People are taken from their homes in the dead of night, and jailed and tortured for months at a time." Jed: "I know." Mohabi: "Public executions, political opponents dragged outside state borders..." Jed knows all that: "Don't you think I know?" Mohabi says he won't aid the enemy. Jed: "I'll let you know who the enemy is." Wow, his black-and-white morality and incredible arrogance really make a heck of a package, don't they? Jed continues, "That's my job. It's not a fifteen-year-old boy."