Back in her office, C.J. asks Margaret to move the President's wake-up call back to 8:30 AM, and also says that she'd like to take a look at his schedule for the following day. We hear voices discussing something boring involving the words "constitutional bait and switch," and then Toby appears along with Doc Brown from Back to the Future. Toby introduces him as "Professor Lawrence Lessig," a constitutional writer who is helping the folks from Belarus to...er, write their constitution. And how great would it be if he introduced his assistant, Martin McFly? This show totally doesn't have that much of a sense of humor, though. Anyway, Doc is actually helping the Belarussians to re-write their constitution, since the original was the work of some big pinko commies. Frankly, I'm just relieved that he's keeping away from the Libyans these days. Jed enters, asking C.J. for a copy of some report, and Toby introduces him to "Professor Lawrence Lessig." Jed says, "The future of ideas? That Lawrence Lessig?" Jed calls him a founding father for hire and says, "Have quill will travel..." He certainly will travel. THROUGH TIME!
Doc says that he is more of a midwife than a founding father. Jed is looking for excuses to stay up late, and starts asking Doc a series of questions about constitutional drafting and history, which makes Doc quite happy. C.J. tries to interrupt and send Jed to bed, but he rationalizes that he can spare five minutes for Doc and says, "Come then! Let us sit as men do and discuss important things," and I think that remark is totally gendered given that C.J., the freaking Chief of Staff, is, like, trying to put him in footsie pajamas. Doc and Jed head off, so don't be surprised if some plutonium is missing tomorrow. We finally get the opening credits, thank the Lord.
It is 12:15 AM. C.J. flops into bed and looks at her clock, which, a lingering camera tells us, reads 12:24. And I actually set my clock ahead all the time to try to get my ass up in the morning ["oh my God, me too! I loves my snooze button" -- Wing Chun] , but then I always end up knowing exactly how many minutes ahead it is so it doesn't really work. Keeps the old math skills sharp, though. The clock moves to 12:25. Wow, this is riveting. Suddenly, the phone rings, and it is 3:45. See, everyone is all up in the President's grille about his bedtime, but it seems to me that some other people around the office might need to be reminded about the eight-hour-a-night rule. C.J. answers and is told by the White House operator that she has an urgent call from Commander Harper. C.J. greets her by saying, "Tell me you're calling about some guy you just met in a bar." Kate's all, "Girl, you know as well as I do that it's always ladies' night down at the Taco Lounge." She adds that a commercial United Britannia flight to New Delhi carrying about 100 mostly French and British passengers (plus six Americans) went off the radar, and had been off-course and drifting into Iranian air space. Oh, shit. It's always something. C.J. says she'll be right in, and that it's time to wake some people up. One of those people, however, is not the President.