Josh walks into Santos's room, where Santos is looking out the window. Santos starts pacing as Josh enters, and tells him, "We need to start addressing the real issues, and stop wasting time on beauty pageant ephemera." Josh reminds Santos that all of the stupid election things -- like appearing on late-night television and looking good with his kids -- are "a hell of a lot more important" than any policy considerations. Which may be true, and which makes me weep. Santos cuts him off, telling him, "Dammit, Josh, we need to focus." Josh pulls him up short, telling him, "We are! You like [Anspaugh] and McNally?" Santos points out that he had very little time with Nancy, and Josh tells him, "Berryhill had five minutes eight years ago." He asks again if Santos likes her. He does, of course, because not liking her is just too frightening a prospect. He also likes Anspaugh. Josh tells him, "Great! We got an Attorney General and a Secretary of State. That's not bad for a three-state, six-market day." Santos takes all this in. Josh continues: "Now we're gonna have this conversation about Leno, then you're gonna talk to Nancy, then you're gonna make up with your wife, so we have a relatively happy couple for the rally in Houston." And for the first time in a long time, I think we can safely say that Josh is da man. Santos is turned away and kind of bowed down, and Josh says, "Congressman?" Slowly, Santos turns to Josh with love in his eyes. He's pulled himself together, and is ready to get on with things. Josh starts to leave, and Santos calls him back. Santos looks utterly exhausted, by the way. They've done a fabulous job with his makeup throughout this episode. Santos asks Josh, "You think we're gonna win?" Josh looks at him for a few seconds, and then says, "I do." It's so nice to see these two patching up their romance. I was getting worried there for a while. Josh leaves, and Santos looks like it's finally all becoming real to him. Credits.

Next week it's Election Day. And some other stuff I don't want to think about.