Over a shot of Washington at night, we hear the voice of news anchor Mark Gottfried stating that tonight's State of the Union address contained 8,747 words, that it was second in length only to Bartlet's inaugural address, and that it was seventy-five minutes longer than Washington's first address to Congress. We see Mark on a television monitor, and then we see Officer Jack Sloan watching the broadcast. C.J. hustles in and asks Sloan if he'd be willing to go on television tomorrow. He seems mildly interested in the fact that the Capital Beat news team knew how many words there were in the speech. C.J. says, "About 8700?" Sloan says yeah. C.J. repeats her question about his appearing on TV. He thinks he'd really rather go home. C.J. explains that it's going to be part of the news cycle whether he goes home or not. Sloan wants to know how she knows that; she says it's roughly the same way she knew the number of words in the speech: "I have some experience at this." He asks what will happen. She explains that he'll do a very quick satellite interview, and basically outlines the questions and supplies his answers: "'What was it like being at the State of the Union? Did you meet the President?' 'It was thrill and an honour.' 'Talk about your act of heroism that brought you to the attention of the White House.' 'Well, I wouldn't really call it heroism, but...' 'Now I understand you've had some trouble back in the early eighties.' 'I'm glad I have a chance to talk about that...' And you tell your story just like you told it to me." He asks whether he should wear his uniform. She tells him to wear a jacket and tie. C.J., seeing he's basically acquiesced, calls Carol and tells her to see that Officer Sloan gets back to his hotel.
Then C.J. leaves to go speak to Mark Gottfried, who's closing off the special broadcast by thanking a long list of people. Once he's out, she pulls him aside, and he admonishes her, "You said twenty minutes." She reminds him that she was pulled into a meeting. He points out that it's been forty minutes; she reiterates the meeting issue. He doesn't seem to be buying that she'd have a meeting at midnight. C.J. points out, "It's not midnight everywhere in the world, Mark." Wouldn't that be weird? If there were no time zones. I'm just saying. I just had a little chat with Professor Frink about this, and using a tomato to represent the Earth and our African violet as the sun, he explained to me the sort of physical differences that would have to exist for this to be the case, and why it would be such a very bad and untenable situation if there were no time zones. What I love is that he always launches into answering my questions with great enthusiasm, and once he's done, becomes very suspicious and paranoid about why I'm wondering about such anti-scientific notions. It drives him crazy to think his wife might get to thinking very silly unscientific things, like a friend of his who believes (really) that the Earth's rotation is slowing down and will ultimately reverse its direction in a couple of decades. And I usually won't tell him what makes me think of these things, because I enjoy puzzling people. Anyway, I digress, and it's a short day and a big recap, so let's get on with it already. C.J. tells Mark that the officer is innocent. Mark: "You just decided?" C.J. responds, "No, a Grand Jury and a D.A. and a civil-court judge decided seventeen years ago. Nobody brought charges and the civil suit was dismissed. The Detroit Police Department cited him for excessive force to calm down the black community." C.J. tells him she's arranged for Sloan to do Mark's show tomorrow morning. Mark asks, "Is he doing everybody else's show, too?" C.J. says no. He asks why not. She replies, "Because you waited forty minutes." She leaves.