The Prez holds up his glass and indicates that it contains "chocolate syrup, cold milk, and seltzer. I know it sounds terrible, but trust me, I don't know where this has been all my life!" Toby says, "It's called an egg cream, Mr. President; we invented it in Brooklyn." "We"? And, is that truly all there is to an egg cream? I had one once, and it was gross, and I thought it was more than fizzy chocolate milk. ["No, that's pretty much all there is to it. It's supposedly blasphemy for a New Yorker to say this but don't like egg creams either. But in my opinion it's not credible that any American citizen wouldn't know where they come from." -- Sars] Anyway, the Prez is disturbed to hear that this concoction was invented in Brooklyn. Toby says, "There are some good things in this world not from New England, sir." The Prez replies, "Toby, don't ever let me hear you say that again." The Prez asks what Toby wants to talk about, and Toby hesitates until the Prez says, "You want to take a leave of absence?" Toby admits he could use some time off. The Prez says that's no problem. Toby thanks him, and turns to leave, and the Prez says, "Fifteen minutes." Toby turns back. The Prez declares, "It's time to get up off the mat, Toby." Toby asks what's wrong with having the attorney general designate dangerous, violent organizations. The Prez shakes his head, and Toby admits, "I understand it'd be problematic. There'd be no judicial review, or legislative oversight, or even, for that matter, legal finding of fact, but..." He sighs, and turns back toward the door. And stops halfway, and in profile, makes the sad choking noises of someone trying not to cry. Oh, Toby. I press pause for a minute. When we're both calmer, Toby asks, "Why does it feel like this? I've seen shootings before." The Prez stands and declares, "It wasn't a shooting, Toby. It was a lynching. They tried to lynch Charlie right in front of our eyes, can you believe that?" The Prez hands a blue file over to Toby, explaining that it contains satellite photos of the West Virginia White Pride headquarters. The Prez says, "It's a diner outside Blacksburg. Every night for the last twelve weeks, I've picked up the phone and called the Attorney General, fully prepared to say two words: take 'em. And then I hang up the phone because I know it'll be better tomorrow, and better the day after that. We saw a lynching, Toby, that's why it feels like this." Toby stares, and finally responds, "I'm not sure I'm gonna come out of the other side of this." The Prez says he feels the same way, "but until we are sure, I think we should keep coming to work every day." Toby slowly sits down and asks how the school board race is going. The Prez says that Roush will win. Toby asks how the Prez won when he opposed Roush. As lightning flashes, the Prez sips his egg cream and says, "I don't remember." Sam enters and offers some remarks for the Prez to give at the talk radio reception. While Sam helps the Prez into his jacket, the Prez tells Toby to come along. "Oh, God, really sir?" Toby asks with the opposite of enthusiasm. You're thinking I mean "reluctance," but Toby is expressing something way beyond reluctance. The Prez says that there are New England crab puffs. Sam smilingly mentions that it's actually Alaskan crab. "There's Alaskan crab in this White House," the Prez asks. Toby asks if Sam would've noticed the difference. The Prez asks Sam, "Have you tried them?" Sam admits, "Yes, reluctantly. I think it was clear, the way that I ate the crab puffs, that it was a gesture of protest." "Were they good?" the Prez hisses. And if you think it's impossible to hiss a sentence with no "S" in it, you underestimate Martin Sheen's talent. Sam admits, "They were extraordinarily good, and going very fast." The Prez figures that they should investigate this.
Episode Report CardStrega: B | 490 USERS: B-
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