Josh is talking about the estate tax to Leo, in Leo's office. Leo's packing up to go out somewhere. Josh says he and Toby have a meeting in five minutes. Leo reminds him that they're supposed to be compromising, and that he may not like it, but it's a done deal. Josh acknowledges this. Leo says, "I'm saying, the two of you, when you don't like something, have a tendency to --" Josh: "Show our displeasure?" Leo: "Piss people off." Josh insists, "That's a bad rap. I'm sweet as pecan pie." Leo seems unconvinced. C.J. arrives in the doorway just as Josh says, "I hate these people, Leo. And when this thing is done, I'm gonna personally screw 'em with their pants on." They must be making pecan pie differently these days. C.J. says, "Excuse me." She greets them: "Leo. Giselle." Never mind that for her to know about the ballerina thing, someone would have had to tell her on the walk from her office to Leo's. ["I've worked in offices where gossip spread that fast." -- Wing Chun] Josh says he's out of there.
C.J. talks to Leo as he walks out; she says she just met with Oliver and Ainsley on spin, but that she hasn't got anything, because Rollins doesn't hate them. Leo: "Well, that's just because he doesn't know us." She pulls him aside to speak privately: "Leo, we need to be investigated by someone who wants to kill us just to watch us die. We need someone perceived by the American people to be irresponsible, untrustworthy, partisan, ambitious, and thirsty for the limelight. Am I crazy, or is this not a job for the U.S. House of Representatives?" Leo says they'll get around to it sooner or later. C.J.: "So let's make it sooner. Let's make it now. Rollins is driving them crazy. He's moving too slow, he won't talk to the press, they're ready to jump...I swear to God, Leo, I think we can move the show." Leo considers this. He asks if she has a briefing now. She does. He tells her, "Show me what you're starting with." She breathes and tries not to betray too much excitement, in that way you would if your dreamboat just asked you to the prom. But you can tell she's jazzed.
Toby's bustling around his office, trying to leave for the estate-tax meeting. He's fuming to everyone within earshot that he's leaving for this meeting. Bonnie and Ginger are running around bringing him files and interjecting, telling him what he needs and doesn't need, and helping him on with his coat, etc. Toby rants as he wanders all over the office gathering things: "I am leaving for this meeting. This meeting where we will compromise. Why do we compromise? Because we are ordered to. Because compromising on the estate tax prevents Republicans from going for an even bigger tax cut that would help wrest the White House from our compromising little hands...so I go to this meeting.... The estate tax, which Republicans have cleverly dubbed the 'death tax.' There is nothing that Republicans do better than naming things...so I go to this meeting, because I agree with Republicans in Congress: America is about self-sufficiency, about lifting yourself up by your bootstraps, just as long as your children's children never have to work a day in their lives. So I go to this meeting...." Ginger hands him his scarf, probably the last object he needs to get out of there and allow them some peace, and announces, "He's rolling!" Toby continues: "Oh, I go to this meeting, Ginger, and though I compromise, I draw a line in the sand, I'm there to ensure that only multimillionaires, and not billionaires, are exempt from the estate tax!" Bonnie yells Toby's name from inside his office. Toby hollers as he's on his way out the door, "Re-elect the President, Bonnie! He's on the side of millionaires and not billionaires!" Bonnie shouts that they cancelled the meeting. Toby stands in the doorway, somewhat deflated. As he asks Bonnie why, Josh comes through, wearing his coat; slipping past Toby, he says, "They cancelled the meeting." He heads for Toby's office. Josh explains they're saying that due to his daughter's wedding -- which is not until Saturday -- their as yet unnamed contact wants to head out early. Toby says they're lying. Josh knows. Toby and Josh try to figure out what's going on; Josh offers, "I think they want to take it off the table." Toby: "And do what?" Josh asks, "The White House is weak. What would you do?" Toby says, "You think they want to repeal the estate tax?" They both ride a serious bummer.