Leo and Jed have arrived in the Sit Room. Jed says, "Tell me about the boy." A guy in a suit says, "He and a guardian have crossed the border into Kandahar. A U.N. cargo plane is on the ground." The suit next to him says, "It's gonna leave at 11:45 Zulu if you say okay." Jed checks his watch and points out that's eleven minutes away: "This meeting's a little premature, isn't it? We should wait ten minutes." Then he announces, "This meeting doesn't go in the Sit Room anymore, okay? I don't know why the hell it's here. This isn't a military operation." Leo -- ever Jed's coach in affairs foreign and domestic, military, and political -- quietly says, "It's a secure room." Jed asks, in this really arch tone: "My office is a secure room, too, isn't it? Please, somebody tell me it is or I gotta go pack some stuff." I don't know who or what is inhabiting Martin Sheen's body but I don't really care for it. Can we get Mulder in here?
Leo asks the woman next to him -- who is sort of Mary Kay Place-ish -- about the organs. She says they're in Zurich. Bartlet cackles, and says, "I'm sorry, that sounded funny to me. I'm the kid in Bio who laughed all the time." If these various outbursts are not meant to be manifestations of the inappropriate humour that can sometimes characterize MS, then I really don't get why they're writing his role this way. I'm just glad he's not the guy in charge of trying to keep a nuclear bomb from being detonated in Los Angeles. ["Eh, L.A.'s not that great anyway." -- Wing Chun] Mary Kay just soldiers on, saying, "Then onto Paris on Swissair." Jed: "Coach?" Leo glares. Mary Kay smiles gamely: "I don't..." Man, this is sad. Leo: "Then onto New York?" She says yes. Leo: "So the heart and lungs get here first." She says they can last about forty hours; the flight from Tehran's about fifteen. Wait, I thought the kid was already in Kandahar. Also, a quick search of Google suggests that hearts and lungs can only last a few hours outside the body and must be transplanted immediately. And seriously, what if Swissair accidentally ships them to Reyjavik, like airlines are all too wont to do? Then everybody's really screwed. Wait, didn't Swissair go out of business? Oh, never mind. If I keep trying to sort this out we'll never get through it.