Back at the White House that night, Josh listens to "Ave Maria" in his office. Josh has a window! And some awards, and photos, and a firing range target. No, really, he does have a target up on the wall. C.J. comes in and asks what he's doing. Josh says he's working on a brief about smallpox. Then he tells C.J. all about the card, and how he's the only one who got one, concluding, "I didn't want to be friends with you and have you not know." C.J. tells Josh, "You're very sweet sometimes, you really are." C.J. points out that Josh is the only one who got a card because the Prez won't need a press secretary or communications team if there's a nuclear attack. Oh really? Then who's going to negotiate with the giant glowing cockroaches? Then she tells him, "Come, have some fun," and starts to leave. Josh makes her listen to the music for a moment and asks, "Think you have to be crazy to create something powerful?" C.J. starts to reassure Josh that the Cold War is over, but Josh says it won't be like that. At this point Josh spews out a lot of facts about smallpox, so I used my dad as fact-checker because, in addition to eating cake for breakfast sometimes, my dad used to work for NIH and recently served as a consultant about this very issue. Josh says that if there were a smallpox epidemic, one in three people infected would die. My dad says that's true. Josh says that if one hundred New Yorkers were infected, they'd have to be encircled with 100 million vaccinated people for the virus to be contained. My dad says that sounds about right. Josh says that there are seven doses of smallpox vaccine in the U.S. This is very, very false. There's more like ten million. However, we suspect that this was a bit of poetic license, because saying there are ten million doses makes it sound like there's plenty, and we don't need to worry about it, whereas saying there are only seven doses makes you nervous. See, if there really were an epidemic, ten million doses wouldn't make much more of a difference than seven would. C.J. looks thoughtful, then stands up and says, "We'll make more vaccine." (My dad says they're working on it.) Josh waves his wallet at her and says, "You better hurry, 'cause I'm the only one with one of these cards." C.J. tells Josh to come have some chili, and repeats that he's very sweet sometimes. If I had a problem weighing on me, I'd like to have someone like C.J. around.
At the dinner party, the Prez talks basketball with Sam and then tries, and fails, to steal Mrs. Landingham's beer. C.J. tells Cathy that wolves aren't dangerous to humans. Toby goes to sit with the Prez and says, "I guess we haven't been getting along too well lately." The Prez agrees. Toby asks if David Rosen was the Prez's first choice for the job. The Prez admits that he was. Toby, laughing, says "I'm glad we had this little talk, sir, I feel a lot better." Then the Prez tells Toby that Josh and Leo insisted that they bring Toby in, but the Prez wanted David Rosen. The Prez goes on to say he's glad Rosen turned it down because, "I couldn't live without you, Toby." ["And then they kiss. Just kidding, but that would be cool." -- Wing Chun] The Prez tells Toby that he knows sometimes he disappoints Toby, and asks, "Did you mean what you said? That my demons were shouting down the better angels in my brain?" When Toby says yes, the Prez asks if that's what stopping him from greatness. Toby says yes again, but adds, "In a battle between a president's demons and his better angels, for the first time in a long while, I think we might just have ourselves a fair fight." The Prez says "Thank you, Toby. Now go away." If I were sort of paranoid and insecure like Toby, which I am, I don't think I could handle all the mixed messages the Prez throws out.