Donna gets out of a cab in front of a nice-looking restaurant, probably in a hotel. She stops at the door to fuss with her hair -- which is up in a ponytail -- in the reflection. A man (Mark Feuerstein) comes out and calls for a taxi, just as Donna's drives away. He sighs. He notices Donna at the door, and after watching her for a moment, he asks if she's Donna Moss. He walks up and introduces himself as Cliff Calley. She says she's really sorry for being late. He says it's all right. He's cute enough, I suppose; not my type, though. She asks whether he was waiting long; he admits he waited an hour and half. I so would never do that for someone I had never met. Actually, there's hardly anyone in the world I would do that for. She starts trying to explain about the boxes, but then says, "It doesn't matter...you were leaving." He claims he just came out to stretch his legs. Donna: "You shouted for a cab." Cliff: "I like to test them." Well, he can certainly be adorable. She assures him, "I usually look a lot better than this. I mean, I can look good." She doesn't exactly look dreadful. He says he doesn't have any trouble believing that: "But listen, it sounds like maybe you're having some problems with boxes, and I know how that can be. So if you'd rather do this..." Donna quickly asks him to buy her a drink. He accepts, equally quickly. They go back into the restaurant.

Another press briefing. A reporter asks C.J. whether the Special Prosecutor can compel Bartlet's staff to disclose conversations they've had with him about his MS. C.J. explains that executive privilege protects all conversations that are necessary for POTUS to do his job, but reminds them that he's waiving that privilege. She tries to take another question, but the first reporter apologizes, butts in, and says she needs to clear something up: "How can Bartlet be claiming to waive executive privilege, yet still reserve the right to withhold certain documents? Isn't he just trying to protect himself?" Ah, this must be Ainsley's little playmate. C.J. replies, "Actually, he's trying to protect the Office of the Presidency. Information pertaining to national security, for instance." The reporter tells her to stop being coy. C.J., charmingly: "I was born this way." The reporter perseveres: "You don't think Clement Rollins will be angry, and with good reason, if the White House leaves out certain documents?" C.J. tells them, "I think if you want to know what Clement Rollins thinks, you should read some of his writings on the subject. He was a University of Chicago Law School professor, and I'm not sure, you can check me on this, but I think he was editor of the Yale Law Review." All reporters dutifully scribble. Surely by now at least a couple of them are getting suspicious of C.J.'s blasé demeanor about the investigation and the types of information and leads she keeps offering. She calls a full lid and leaves. Out in the hall, she balls up a piece of paper and sinks it in a wastebasket that actually seems far enough away that her shot is impressive. Then Carol arrives. Hey, it's Carol! First time we've seen her this season. She looks like she's lost a fair bit of weight, not that I thought she needed to in the first place. Carol tells her that the Governor of Wyoming's been on TV. C.J. asks, "Is he mad at us?" Carol: "He's pretty irate." C.J.: "'Good' irate?" No, apparently just the regular kind. C.J. tells her to circulate a memo to anyone who's going to see a microphone, that "the National Fire Plan is based on recommendations from five federal agencies. It clearly states that eighty years of fire suppression hasn't worked. For centuries, wildfires have been a natural part of the evolution of forest ecosystems." Carol: "When something catches on fire it's no longer our policy to put it out?" C.J.: "That's the kind of thing they shouldn't say. Put that in the memo with a circle and a line through it."