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  • Episode 3.7 -- "The Indians In The Lobby"
    The West Wing Scripts/Season 3 2008. 11. 6. 17:34
    THE WEST WING
    "THE INDIANS IN THE LOBBY"
    WRITTEN BY: AARON SORKIN
    DIRECTED BY: PARIS BARCLAY
    
    TEASER 
    
    FADE IN: INT. THE OVAL OFFICE - DAY
    Bartlet and C.J. are sitting. C.J. is obviously bored while Bartlet talks. 
    
    BARTLET
    I'm not wild about Camp David.
    
    C.J.
    Yes, sir.
    
    BARTLET
    I'm not the only one, either. Bess Truman didn't like it. I read that somewhere. 
    She thought it was dull. [pause] But there I go, Thanksgiving at Camp David.
    
    C.J.
    Yeah.
    
    BARTLET
    [pause] It's not a place you go at Thanksgiving, not when you have a farm.
    
    C.J.
    Isn't Camp David a farm?
    
    BARTLET
    No.
    
    C.J.
    Oh.
    
    BARTLET
    What makes you think it's a farm?
    
    C.J.
    I don't know, it's outside...
    
    BARTLET
    Farms have things you can grow, and animals.
    
    C.J.
    Right.
    
    BARTLET
    I want you to learn more about farms.
    
    C.J.
    There's more?
    
    BARTLET
    Yeah.
    
    C.J.
    Okay. [rolls eyes]
    
    BARTLET
    Doesn't matter. Thanksgiving's where your family is, and this year my family's at 
    Camp David. Why, I do not know. Abbey didn't wanna schlepp to New Hampshire. 
    Schlepping in a 747. It's not like we were gonna have to carry our own bags or 
    anything, but I do not argue. 
    
    Pause. C.J. examines her nails.
    
    BARTLET
    Were we talking about something?
    
    C.J.
    I don't know, sir. When I came in here, back in the late '50s, there was a purpose to it, 
    but then one thing led to another and I blacked out. I mean, I can hang in there with 
    the best of them, sir, but somewhere during the discussion of anise and coriander and 
    the other 15 spices you like to use to baste a turkey, I simply lost consciousness.
    
    BARTLET
    [pause] You know that line you're not supposed to cross with the President?
    
    C.J.
    I'm coming up on it?
    
    BARTLET
    No-no. Look behind you.
    
    C.J.
    Yes, sir.
    
    BARTLET
    Would you like to leave?
    
    C.J.
    With your permission, sir.
    
    BARTLET
    Damn right, with my permission. [stands]
    
    C.J.
    Yes, sir. [stands and hurries to the door]
    
    BARTLET
    It's the brine that keeps the meat soft, lady. You soak it overnight in water, salt, sugar...
    
    C.J.
    [opens the door, starts to exit] Seventeen kinds of--
    
    BARTLET
    Seventeen kinds of spices including?
    
    C.J.
    [sticks head back in office] Anise and coriander.
    
    BARTLET
    Now you can go.
    
    C.J.
    Thank you, Mr. President. [shuts door]
    
    CUT TO: INT. OUTER OVAL OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
    C.J. exits. Josh is sitting there.
    
    JOSH
    How you doing?
    
    C.J.
    [poses in the doorway] I'm done, baby.
    
    JOSH
    Yeah?
    
    C.J.
    [starts snapping her fingers] I set up the I Board meeting with the Post on budget gains, 
    I did an early briefing on the week loot and import quarter proclamation, reported the 
    turkey, went to my dentist. I'm done.
    
    JOSH
    So there are these two Indians in the lobby.
    
    They start walking through the HALLWAY.
    
    C.J.
    Yeah?
    
    JOSH
    No, it's-it's not the beginning of a joke. I'm saying there's these two Indians in the lobby.
    
    C.J.
    [stops snapping] And I'm saying "yeah?"
    
    JOSH
    They had a meeting scheduled this morning with Jacob Cutler at Intergovernmental Affairs. 
    Cutler had to cancel the meeting so he could see northwestern border state governors to 
    discuss pourous borders between the U.S. and Canada, that's the governors of Washington, 
    Idaho, North Dakota, Montana and Alaska.
    
    C.J.
    Yeah?
    
    JOSH
    Yeah, well, apparently the Indians say they're not leaving until they get satisfaction.
    
    They stop outside the lobby doors.
    
    C.J.
    [turns to face Josh] How is this my problem?
    
    JOSH
    C.J., there's two Indians sitting in the lobby, they say they're not leaving, there's 
    press everywhere. I just made it your problem.
    
    C.J.
    [pause, sighs] Indians on the day before Thanksgiving. Wow. Ironic. 
    
    She opens the doors and walks into the LOBBY.
    
    JOSH
    Yeah.
    
    C.J. walks up to the aforementioned Indians.
    
    C.J.
    [to security guard, Harry] Harry, I got it, thanks. [turns to the Indians] 
    Good morning. I'm CJ Cregg.
    
    MAGGIE MORNINGSTAR-CHARLES
    I'm Maggie Morningstar-Charles, and this is our Tribal Council, Jack Lonefeather.
    
    C.J.
    I'm sorry about your meeting, Mr. Cutler had to meet with some northwestern governors 
    about an important problem.
    
    MAGGIE
    Yes.
    
    C.J.
    It'll be no problem to reschedule the appointment.
    
    MAGGIE
    Oh, we can wait.
    
    C.J.
    Would you like to step into my office and we can try to reschedule it right now?
    
    MAGGIE
    We're fine here.
    
    C.J.
    I'm sorry?
    
    JACK LONEFEATHER
    She said we're fine here.
    
    C.J.
    [pause] Actually, you're not fine here.
    
    JACK
    Then you can forcibly remove us. [pause] I've noticed that correspondants from the Times, 
    Reuters, CNN and the Miami Herald are here.
    
    MAGGIE
    And the Washington Post is on speed dial.
    
    C.J.
    This is gonna have something to do with us screwing you out of all your land, isn't it?
    
    MAGGIE
    Yes.
    
    C.J.
    See, I was done.
    
    SMASH CUT TO: MAIN TITLES.
    END TEASER
    * * *
    
    ACT ONE
    
    FADE IN: INT. JOSH'S BULLPEN AREA - DAY
    Leo is walking towards Josh's office. Josh exits the office, and they walk together.
    
    JOSH
    I was just coming to see you. Did you hear about the two Indians in the lobby?
    
    LEO
    One of them wants to become a rabbi?
    
    JOSH
    It's not a joke, they're really... Nevermind.
    
    LEO
    Last week a 13-year-old kid in Georgia shot his teacher in the back of the head.
    
    They walk down the HALLWAY.
    
    JOSH
    I read about that. They can't find the kid, right?
    
    LEO
    Interpol made the arrest last night in Rome.
    
    JOSH
    In Italy?
    
    LEO
    His parents... Yeah, Rome. In Italy. His parents sent him there as soon as it happened. 
    The parents are in custody, obviously the governor wants him back, and Italy won't 
    extradite to a country that has the death penalty. The governor wants Justice to help.
    
    They reach LEO'S OFFICE and enter. Leo walks around to back of his desk.
    
    JOSH
    Why isn't this conversation taking place in the DeKalb County DA's office?
    
    LEO
    It's taken on an international flavor.
    
    JOSH
    Much like myself.
    
    LEO
    Yeah. You'll talk to some people?
    
    JOSH
    Si.
    
    LEO
    And you'll stop doing that soon.
    
    JOSH
    Yeah.
    
    CUT TO: INT. TOBY'S OFFICE - DAY
    Toby sits inside at desk reading a newspaper, Sam is pacing outside of door, 
    with paper in his hand.
    
    TOBY
    [looking up from newspaper] Sam? Are you guarding my office?
    
    SAM
    [chuckling] That's funny.
    
    TOBY
    Thank you. 
    
    Toby pauses, reads newspaper, looks up and sees Sam still pacing.
    
    TOBY
    Yeah?
    
    SAM
    [entering office] On Monday, the OMB is putting out a new formula for calculating the 
    poverty level.
    
    TOBY
    I saw that. Doesn't it need Presidential approval before it goes to Congress?
    
    SAM
    Yeah.
    
    TOBY
    What's the problem?
    
    SAM
    It's a good news, bad news thing. Under the new formula, poverty is up two percent. It was 
    anyone under seventeen thousand, five hundred and twenty-four before, now it's twenty thousand. 
    
    TOBY
    What does that shake out to?
    
    SAM
    Four million new poor people.
    
    TOBY
    Four million?!?
    
    SAM
    Yeah. Obviously, that's the bad news.
    
    TOBY
    Yeah...
    
    SAM
    The good news is more people will be eligible for benefits.
    
    TOBY
    And taxpayers are nuts about that. Let's get back to the bad news. Four million people 
    became poor on the President's watch?
    
    SAM
    They didn't become poor. They were poor already. And now we're calling them poor.
    
    TOBY
    What was wrong with the old formula?
    
    SAM
    I don't know.
    
    TOBY
    Find out.
    
    SAM
    It is possible that this is a statistical reality and not a political finding.
    
    TOBY
    Well, get together with somebody at OMB and find out what was wrong with the statistical 
    reality of the old formula.
    
    SAM
    Yeah.
    
    TOBY
    And do it today.
    
    SAM
    [heading out of office] Yeah.
    
    TOBY
    It's like when they did that thing with the SAT scores and I got dumber twenty years 
    after I went to college.
    
    SAM
    It's a little like that.
    
    TOBY
    Talk to somebody.
    
    SAM
    Yeah.
    
    CUT TO: INT. LOBBY - DAY
    C.J. is standing talking to Maggie and Jack.
    
    MAGGIE
    The treaty of 1856-
    
    C.J.
    Yes. Listen-
    
    MAGGIE
    Moved from New York to Wisconsin.
    
    C.J.
    Listen, this isn't a good place for this. This is... a lobby.
    
    MAGGIE
    I know what this is.
    
    C.J.
    Yes.
    
    MAGGIE
    I have a degree from the University of Michigan.
    
    JACK
    Look, Ms. Cregg. If we give up this land, we loose our one bullet in our gun. We need 
    to be in view of the press.
    
    C.J.
    What tribe are you from?
    
    JACK
    We're Stockbridge-Munsee Indians. Like Maggie was saying, when we were moved to Wisconsin, 
    we signed the treaty of 1856. In return, the government was supposed to protect our 
    reservations, provide education and health care, and we would still be a sovereign nation. 
    But then the Dawes Act came.
    
    C.J.
    And you were forced to sell the land?
    
    JACK
    We went from forty-six thousand acres of tribal land to eleven thousand. The Dawes Act 
    was also supposed to civilize us. Henry Dawes said that to be civilized, you must cultivate 
    the land, wear civilized clothes, drive studebaker wagons, and drink whiskey.
    
    MAGGIE
    The drinking part was particularly constructive.
    
    C.J.
    Well, before we go any further, I should tell you, there's absolutely nothing I can do for you.
    
    MAGGIE
    Imagine our shock.
    
    C.J.
    Yes.
    
    MAGGIE
    In two generations, we'll be wiped out.
    
    On C.J., distressed--
    
    CUT TO: INT. JOSH'S BULLPEN AREA - DAY
    Donna is standing near her desk. Josh enters, talking to her.
    
    JOSH
    Did you get me a flight?
    
    DONNA
    Yes.
    
    JOSH
    Excellent. One that gets me there in time for dinner?
    
    DONNA
    Yes.
    
    JOSH
    And I don't have to change planes in Atlanta?
    
    DONNA
    No, even better. You do have to change planes in Atlanta.
    
    JOSH
    I told you that-
    
    DONNA
    You have to change planes in Atlanta, deal with it.
    
    Donna walks around distributing paperwork, Josh follows.
    
    JOSH
    There must be something.
    
    DONNA
    There's a 6:10 to Orlando, it gets in at 9:15, but that's too late for dinner. You could 
    get a C141 leaving from Andrews for Homestead, but there's a problem with that, too.
    
    JOSH
    It would trigger a Congressional investigation?
    
    DONNA
    [beat] All right, two problems.
    
    JOSH
    Find me... something.
    
    DONNA
    Why is this being done last minute?
    
    JOSH
    And remember to scold me a couple times before I leave.
    
    DONNA
    Did you only just decide you were going home for Thanksgiving?
    
    JOSH
    No, but I thought I was going to Connecticut.
    
    DONNA
    [sitting at her desk] Why?
    
    JOSH
    'Cause that's where the house is.
    
    DONNA
    Your mom sold the house ten months ago.
    
    JOSH
    I made a mistake.
    
    DONNA
    You forgot where your mother lives?
    
    JOSH
    I'm from Connecticut, okay?! And like a swallow to Capistrano, I have to... Just, find me 
    a flight, would you? And call Russell Angler at the State Department and tell him I need 
    to see him about the kid in Georgia, he'll know what I'm talking about.
    
    DONNA
    I'm telling your mother you forgot where she lives.
    
    JOSH
    [entering his office] You're the girl I made fun of in elementary school, you know that?
    
    DONNA
    [grinning] Yes, I do.
    
    Sam enters the bullpen.
    
    SAM
    Donna, can I go in?
    
    DONNA
    You don't have any special, secret flights to Palm Beach today, do you?
    
    SAM
    Yeah, but you gotta change planes in Atlanta.
    
    DONNA
    Okay.
    
    Sam enters JOSH'S OFFICE.
    
    JOSH
    Did you hear about this kid?
    
    SAM
    The one who shot his teacher?
    
    JOSH
    His parents, who are in custody, Fed-Exed him to Rome, which is in Italy.
    
    SAM
    You're kidding me?
    
    JOSH
    No, it's really in Italy.
    
    Josh crosses room to mini-fridge, removes two bottles of water.
    
    JOSH
    But that's not the best part.
    
    SAM
    Italy won't extradite him.
    
    JOSH
    The best part is that Italy won't extradite him.
    
    Josh tosses Sam a bottle of water and walks towards his desk.
    
    SAM
    Because of the death penalty in Georgia?
    
    JOSH
    They've come a long way since Mussolini.
    
    SAM
    You should mention that.
    
    JOSH
    I will.
    
    Josh takes a large gulp of water from his bottle, and stands behind his desk.
    
    SAM
    [sitting in front of Josh's desk] So, it turns out we've got four million new poor people.
    
    JOSH
    Since when?
    
    SAM
    Well, yesterday, actually.
    
    JOSH
    The OMB's recommending a new model?
    
    SAM
    Yes.
    
    JOSH
    Well, I'm not an expert, but wouldn't we have a better chance at getting re-elected if we 
    could say there were four million fewer poor people? Hang on, wait. I am an expert.
    
    SAM
    Well, I think we'd have a better chance at getting re-elected if there actually were four 
    million fewer poor people, but I'm gonna talk to Bernice Collette anyway.
    
    JOSH
    [walking out from behind desk] You gonna try and get her not to recommend the new model?
    
    SAM
    Well, to hold off for a while, anyway.
    
    JOSH
    [leaving office] You know Bernice?
    
    SAM
    That's why I came to you.
    
    JOSH
    [sticking his head back in the office] She's a little tough to warm up.
    
    SAM
    I'll warm her up.
    
    They both exit to the HALLWAY.
    
    JOSH
    Yeah?
    
    SAM
    Jokes. Nicknames. That sort of thing.
    
    JOSH
    Sounds like you've got a pretty good plan.
    
    SAM
    Anything else I need to know?
    
    JOSH
    Don't go through the lobby.
    
    SAM
    Why not?
    
    JOSH
    [starting to walk away] Indians in the lobby.
    
    SAM
    [beat] Is that code?
    
    JOSH
    No. There are Indians in the lobby.
    
    SAM
    Okay.
    
    Josh walks away. Sam goes to peer into lobby, makes a confused face, and turns around to walk away.
    
    CUT TO: INT. THE OVAL OFFICE - DAY
    Bartlet sits at desk, signing a piece of paper. Charlie stands next to him.
    
    BARTLET
    Bess Truman didn't like Camp David, either, she thought it was dull. Doesn't matter.
    
    Bartlet hands the paper to Charlie, putting it in a folder.
    
    BARTLET
    Long as you've got an oven, and you go to three hundred and twenty degrees. You take your 
    turkey, which has been soaking overnight in water, salt, coriander...
    
    Bartlet is interrupted by a knocking at the door, which is followed by the door opening.
    
    NANCY
    Excuse me, sir. Toby would like to see you, should I send him in?
    
    CHARLIE
    [eager] Yes. 
    
    Bartlet shoots Charlie a dirty look. Charlie looks back at him.
    
    CHARLIE
    Yeah, well, that's obviously a question for you, sir.
    
    BARTLET
    She was asking me.
    
    CHARLIE
    I'll step out.
    
    BARTLET
    Yeah.
    
    Charlie leaves. Toby enters.
    
    TOBY
    [walking towards desk] Good morning, sir.
    
    BARTLET
    Hey.
    
    TOBY
    Before anything else, I was hoping I could impose on you for as much information you could 
    spare about making a turkey.
    
    BARTLET
    This is some sort of pre-emptive psychological thing?
    
    TOBY
    Yeah.
    
    BARTLET
    That's not going to work.
    
    TOBY
    Yeah. You're gonna see, on next week's message calendar, there's a notation about a new 
    federal initiative to provide low-cost cell phones to neighborhood watch groups.
    
    BARTLET
    I saw the message calendar. I'm having some difficulty navigating the color-coding.
    
    TOBY
    The colors are for areas - Blue is education... Green is economy, it's a quick glance way 
    to let us know if we're getting enough hits on our issues.
    
    BARTLET
    Well, there should be a separate color for things I don't care about.
    
    TOBY
    Like what?
    
    BARTLET
    Providing low-cost cell phone service to neighborhood watch groups.
    
    TOBY
    It's important.
    
    BARTLET
    Really?
    
    TOBY
    You spot a crime, you gonna go to a pay phone?
    
    BARTLET
    There's nothing wrong with the policy, it's just too small. I could fund this initiative 
    out of my pocket.
    
    TOBY
    It's ten million dollars.
    
    BARTLET
    Leo could fund it out of his pocket. Shouldn't this be local government, like the YMCA 
    or something?
    
    TOBY
    We have an idea, which we have reason to believe is popular, which is, that in addition 
    to passing large and abstract pieces of legislation-
    
    BARTLET
    We pass minute, but easy to understand.
    
    TOBY
    Yes, sir.
    
    BARTLET
    How popular?
    
    TOBY
    Eighty-two percent.
    
    BARTLET
    Get out of here.
    
    TOBY
    Hand to God.
    
    BARTLET
    Bring me that polling data.
    
    Toby gets up to leave, then turns back to Bartlet.
    
    TOBY
    What kind of stuffing are we talking about?
    
    BARTLET
    Cornbread, oysters, water chestnuts, andouille sausage.
    
    TOBY
    You gonna cook on the inside or separate?
    
    BARTLET
    Inside.
    
    TOBY
    You better make sure it cooks.
    
    BARTLET
    It'll cook. 
    
    TOBY
    If it doesn't cook, people are gonna get sick.
    
    BARTLET
    It'll cook.
    
    TOBY
    They'll be very, very sick.
    
    BARTLET
    I've got it covered. Anything else?
    
    TOBY
    You know about the new OMB definitions?
    
    BARTLET
    I know they're coming out. What's it going to look like?
    
    TOBY
    Depends. You want more poor people or fewer poor people?
    
    BARTLET
    Fewer.
    
    TOBY
    You got it. Thank you, Mr. President.
    
    Toby walks out, with a lingering look at Bartlet.
    
    FADE OUT.
    END ACT ONE
    * * *
    
    ACT TWO
    
    FADE IN: INT. LEO'S OFFICE - DAY 
    Bartlet is standing in the doorway, talking to Leo, who is sitting at his desk.
    
    BARTLET
    ...carroway seeds, thyme, cornbread, oysters, water chestnuts and Handui sausage.
    
    LEO
    Sounds good.
    
    BARTLET
    Yeah. But Toby seemed to indicate that you have to be careful if you cook it inside the 
    turkey, because in some cases it doesn't cook, and when that happens, people get sick.
    
    LEO
    Yeah.
    
    BARTLET
    You know about this?
    
    LEO
    I've heard about it.
    
    BARTLET
    [walks into the office] 'Cause I thought Toby might be playing with me.
    
    LEO
    Maybe he is.
    
    BARTLET
    But you said you've heard of it.
    
    LEO
    Maybe I am, too.
    
    BARTLET
    Nah, you don't have that kind of wit.
    
    LEO
    Yeah.
    
    BARTLET
    I need to talk to an expert.
    
    LEO
    Talk to Rene. [yells] Margaret!
    
    BARTLET
    I can't ask Rene.
    
    MARGARET
    [enters office] Yes?
    
    LEO
    The President needs to speak with the head chef. Could you try him at home?
    
    BARTLET
    No. No, I can't. Thanks Margaret. 
    
    Margaret exits.
    
    BARTLET
    I can't ask Rene right now.
    
    LEO
    Why not?
    
    BARTLET
    Well, frankly, I thought he did something stupid and inconsiderate last week, but it 
    turns out I was just in a bad mood.
    
    LEO
    You gave Rene a firm talking to?
    
    BARTLET
    Yes. And while he didn't deserve it, he will someday soon. 
    
    Charlie knocks on the door.
    
    CHARLIE
    Excuse me.
    
    LEO
    Come on in.
    
    CHARLIE
    They dropped off the polling data you were asking for.
    
    BARTLET
    82 percent are in favor of fixing potholes?
    
    LEO
    Yeah.
    
    BARTLET
    I'm gonna look at this.
    
    LEO
    Okay.
    
    Bartlet and Charlie exit to THE OVAL OFFICE.
    
    BARTLET
    They want the nickel and dime stuff, I'll tell you one thing we can do.
    
    CHARLIE
    What's that, sir?
    
    BARTLET
    This time of the year there should be a hotline you can call with questions about cooking 
    turkey. A special 800 number where the phones are staffed by experts.
    
    CHARLIE
    There is.
    
    BARTLET
    What do you mean?
    
    CHARLIE
    The Butterball hotline.
    
    BARTLET
    [pause, takes off his glasses and stares at Charlie] Butterball has a hotline?
    
    CHARLIE
    Yeah. It's an 800 number, the phones are staffed by experts.
    
    BARTLET
    Are you kidding me?
    
    CHARLIE
    No.
    
    BARTLET
    God, I'm sorry, I love my country. Charlie, get me the number for the Butterball hotline.
    
    CHARLIE
    Yes, sir. 
    
    Charlie turns to leave. Bartlet looks over poll data as he walks to his desk.
    
    BARTLET
    Hang on. 
    
    Charlie turns around.
    
    BARTLET
    I don't think this is the right one.
    
    CHARLIE
    [turns around] The right poll?
    
    BARTLET
    Yeah, this is something different. Hang on a second. This is-- [pause] Son of a bitch. 
    [walks up to Charlie] Find Bruno Gianelli, tell him I wanna see him right away.
    
    CHARLIE
    Yes, sir. [exits] 
    
    CUT TO: INT. COMMUNICATIONS OFFICE - DAY
    Sam meets BERNICE COLLETTE. 
    
    GINGER
    Sam?
    
    SAM
    Yeah?
    
    GINGER
    Bernice Collette.
    
    SAM
    Thanks.
    
    BERNICE
    Hey Sam. [shakes hands with Sam]
    
    SAM
    How ya doing, Bernie?
    
    BERNICE
    Not wild about people calling me Bernie.
    
    SAM
    Sure. What should I call you?
    
    BERNICE
    Bernice is fine.
    
    SAM
    But how will you know I'm your buddy?
    
    BERNICE
    I'm okay living in the dark on that.
    
    SAM
    [pause] Okay. 
    
    They start walking through the halls to the office. 
    
    SAM
    Can you tell me how the current standard was reached?
    
    BERNICE
    The new one?
    
    SAM
    The current one. The new one hasn't been signed off on.
    
    BERNICE
    We have to sign off on it.
    
    They stop outside Sam's office door.
    
    SAM
    Why?
    
    BERNICE
    It's much more accurate.
    
    SAM
    Well how was the old one reached? The current one.
    
    They enter SAM'S OFFICE.
    
    BERNICE
    In 1963, an eastern European immigrant named Mollie Orshansky, who was working over in 
    social security, came up with it. Food was the most costly living expense where she came from.
    
    SAM
    Our cost of living formula for the last 40 years has been based on life in Poland during 
    the Cold War?
    
    BERNICE
    This is what I'm talking about. I mean, food doesn't account for one-third of a family's 
    budget. Housing is more expensive than food. The current model also doesn't take into 
    account transportation and health insurance. So let's call the current model the old 
    model and sign off on the new model.
    
    SAM
    All right. Sit down. 
    
    CUT TO: INT. HALLWAY - DAY
    Josh is walking with RUSSELL ANGLER.
    
    ANGLER
    The kid's being held at San Battal in Rome.
    
    JOSH
    Have you ever seen anything like this before?
    
    ANGLER
    Well he's a minor, so this is uncharted territory. Now listen, I've gotta tell you something.
    
    JOSH
    What?
    
    ANGLER
    Unless the eligibility papers meet all the treaty obligations, they're gonna have to release him.
    
    JOSH
    Under whose custody?
    
    ANGLER
    They're just gonna release him.
    
    JOSH
    [stops walking] Russ...
    
    ANGLER
    It's provisional arrest. We don't have the paperwork right, the foreign minister's gonna 
    review it and decline extradition. They have no grounds to hold him.
    
    JOSH
    I-I don't--
    
    ANGLER
    He didn't break any Italian laws. 
    
    They start walking again.
    
    JOSH
    They're gonna give him a Eurail pass and a backpack?
    
    ANGLER
    Well, the governor's gotta guarantee that he's not gonna seek the death penalty.
    
    JOSH
    First of all, it isn't up to the governor, it's up to the DeKalb DA. Second of all... 
    this is Georgia.
    
    ANGLER
    Then we're not getting the kid back. "Extradition shall be refused unless the requesting 
    party provides such assurances as the requested party considers sufficient that the death 
    penalty shall not be imposed." I didn't write the U.S./Italian Extradition Treaty.
    
    JOSH
    This kid shoots his teacher in the head and gets life in Venice, we're all gonna look 
    like idiots. I gotta put this out before it's in the papers.
    
    ANGLER
    Yeah.
    
    JOSH
    What do I do now?
    
    ANGLER
    I'd talk to the head of affairs at the Italian embassy.
    
    JOSH
    I wanna do it today.
    
    ANGLER
    I'll set it up.
    
    JOSH
    Thank you. 
    
    CUT TO: INT: INT. THE WHITE HOUSE LOBBY - DAY 
    C.J. is still speaking with the Indians in the middle of the lobby.
    
    JACK
    ...we had swamp land, our soil too rocky to farm, so we had to foreclose or sell it at 
    three cents an acre.
    
    MAGGIE
    In 1934, the Indian Reorganization Act allowed us to start buying back the land, bad and good.
    
    C.J.
    And why would you want to buy back the bad land, too?
    
    MAGGIE
    Because the IR Act said that if we put it in a trust, like a national park, it would 
    never be taken away.
    
    C.J.
    So, what you need is, what?
    
    JACK
    An answer on our CFR 151 application.
    
    C.J.
    I'm sure that's handled by the Department of the Interior.
    
    JACK
    It is.
    
    C.J.
    And?
    
    JACK
    We're still waiting for an answer.
    
    C.J.
    These things take a little bit of time.
    
    MAGGIE
    We've been waiting for a little bit of time.
    
    C.J.
    It's a big interior, Maggie.
    
    MAGGIE
    We've been waiting for 15 years, CJ.
    
    C.J.
    [pause] 15 years?
    
    MAGGIE
    Yeah. So you can see why we don't mind hanging around here for a little while.
    
    C.J.
    Yeah. 
    
    A reporter, Mark, interrupts.
    
    MARK
    C.J.?
    
    C.J.
    [walks over to Mark] Yeah?
    
    MARK
    Are you guys gonna have anything on Macedonia before the end of the day?
    
    C.J.
    I don't think so.
    
    MARK
    Okay. What's going on?
    
    C.J.
    I'm just talking to my friends.
    
    MARK
    Okay.
    
    C.J.
    Have a good weekend, Mark. Have a good Thanksgiving.
    
    MARK
    I'm Canadian.
    
    C.J.
    Yours is in April?
    
    MARK
    October.
    
    C.J.
    Oh. To have it be over.
    
    MARK
    Yeah.
    
    He leaves. C.J. turns around and looks at the Indians.
    
    FADE OUT.
    END ACT TWO
    * * *
    
    ACT THREE
    
    FADE IN: EXT. THE ITALIAN EMBASSY - DAY
    
    FEDRIGOTTI
    I have to ask you, because I'm asking everyone: there's an American children's book I'm 
    trying to find and having difficulty. It's called "The Little Red Lighthouse and the 
    Great Grey Bridge."
    
    JOSH
    I know "The Little Red Lighthouse." That's a great book.
    
    FEDRIGOTTI
    Look, the funiculaire - it's not a funiculaire. It's a...
    
    JOSH
    The George Washington bridge.
    
    FEDRIGOTTI
    Yes. You know the lighthouse is still there. It's very hard to see. If you're driving up 
    the Riverside, the West Side Highway goes...
    
    JOSH
    Yeah, you peer down just at the right moment, you can see the top of it.
    
    FEDRIGOTTI
    I can't find the book, and I have a four-year-old boy now.
    
    JOSH
    I'll ask around.
    
    FEDRIGOTTI
    Thank you. Please. [Both sit.] 
    
    JOSH
    Now...
    
    FEDRIGOTTI
    You stand hand in hand with no other country on this except Somalia, you know that 
    don't you? Even China doesn't allow children to be executed.
    
    JOSH
    Well... Federal Law doesn't allow it, but people in the state of Georgia do, so there's 
    not much... A waiter brings by a tray of coffee and food.
    
    FEDRIGOTTI
    Yes. Grazzi.
    
    WAITER
    Prego. [leaves]
    
    JOSH
    Mr. Fedrigotti...
    
    FEDRIGOTTI
    Alberto.
    
    JOSH
    Alberto... please. You'll have the ambassador speak to the foreign minister and send the kid back?
    
    FEDRIGOTTI
    Josh, you're in a restaurant...
    
    JOSH
    Alberto...
    
    FEDRIGOTTI
    And there's a little girl who is really misbehaving. She runs around, she's throwing food. 
    The father decides to punish her right there by cracking the wine bottle over her head, 
    throwing her to the ground, and kicking her repeatedly. You sit at the next table. What do you do?
    
    JOSH
    The kid wasn't throwing food.
    
    FEDRIGOTTI
    Is there a crime that girl could commit, that would have justified what the father did?
    
    JOSH
    [laughs] See, it's... it's p[problematic when other people make my argument for me.
    
    FEDRIGOTTI
    Yeah. And if the father said, 'This is my child, and I will punish her any way I choose,' 
    would you come to the conclusion that this father has lost all perspective, and all judgement, 
    and should be removed from equation?
    
    JOSH
    Okay. I'm gonna... I'll ask around about the book.
    
    FEDRIGOTTI
    Thank you.
    
    CUT TO: INT: C.J.'S OFFICE - DAY 
    C.J.'s walking into her office as Carol is leaving it.
    
    C.J.
    [paces in the office, then comes to the door] What about the assistant secretary for Indian affairs?
    
    CAROL
    He's away.
    
    C.J.
    You tried?
    
    CAROL 
    Yeah.
    
    C.J. goes back into her office, then comes out.
    
    C.J.
    Deputy Director of Intergovernmental affairs?
    
    CAROL
    He's left.
    
    C.J.
    Deputy of Acquisition... isn't there a deputy of Acquisition and Property Management?
    
    CAROL
    Yeah, and there's also a Deputy of Travel Services.
    
    C.J.
    But?
    
    CAROL
    It's Thanksgiving. Nobody's here.
    
    C.J.
    I'm here! They're here! You're here!
    
    CAROL
    God knows that.
    
    C.J. walks back into her office, then runs out again.
    
    C.J.
    Tell Leo's office I'm coming over. [leaves]
    
    CUT TO: INT. SAM'S OFFICE - DAY
    Bernice is sitting by Sam's desk, while Sam is outside with Toby.
    
    SAM
    She's making a certain amount of sense.
    
    TOBY
    Isn't this one of those things that can be argued from all sides?
    
    SAM
    Yes.
    
    TOBY
    And one way or another, they're all right?
    
    SAM
    Yes.
    
    TOBY
    You can put the numbers together a lot of different ways?
    
    SAM
    Yeah.
    
    TOBY
    Okay, well, let's put them together in a way that there's just fewer poor people.
    
    SAM
    Yeah.
    
    TOBY
    Or, if we have to go with the new formula, delay as long as we can - we have to test it.
    
    SAM
    All right. 
    
    Ginger brings by some papers. Toby leaves, Sam steps back into his office.
    
    SAM
    So three statisticians go deer-hunting. The first one misses ten feet to the left, 
    the second one misses ten feet to the right. The third one jumps up and down and says, 
    'I hit it!' You got to like a guy who comes up with a statistical analysis joke. 
    [goes to his desk] Certainly you would if you had let me call you Bernie.
    
    BERNICE
    Sam...
    
    SAM
    Shouldn't we test the math before the President signs it off? Create a pilot program and 
    experiment for two years?
    
    BERNICE
    Test the math?
    
    SAM
    Yeah.
    
    BERNICE
    You think we did this with an abacus?
    
    SAM
    You know I've always wanted to learn how to work an abacus, 'cause on the first day when 
    the check comes and you pull that thing out of your pocket and start adding up the tip?
    
    BERNICE
    Well that and your statistics jokes will have you blazing the path through the capital women.
    
    SAM
    Yeah. You know, the new formula doesn't take into account regional differences in housing costs. 
    
    BERNICE
    No.
    
    SAM
    You don't think it's worth it?
    
    BERNICE
    We took the national mean.
    
    SAM
    How do you suppose the landlords in New York and L.A. feel about the national mean?
    
    BERNICE
    We debated that, but agreed it was too difficult to assess when the costs change from year to year.
    
    SAM
    [sits down] So you drop the problem when the math gets tough.
    
    BERNICE
    Look...
    
    SAM
    You know who wouldn't be very pleased by that? Ms. Holly Orshansky of Poland, author of the 
    original formula, who I think is long overdue for recognition.
    
    BERNICE
    Molly.
    
    SAM
    Hmmm?
    
    BERNICE
    Molly Orshansky?
    
    SAM
    Not Holly?
    
    BERNICE
    No.
    
    SAM
    Thought it was Holly.
    
    CUT TO: INT. THE OVAL OFFICE - DAY
    Charlie walks in as Bartlet is sitting at his desk.
    
    CHARLIE
    Bruno?
    
    BARTLET
    Get him in here.
    
    Bruno Gianelli walks in.
    
    BARTLET
    What the hell is this? [waves the poll in his hand]
    
    BRUNO
    Sorry?
    
    BARTLET
    What is this?
    
    BRUNO
    I don't know what you're waving.
    
    BARTLET
    [gets up and walks over to Bruno] It's a poll. I asked to see a poll about certain... 
    doesn't matter. Then send up the wrong poll. This one asks voters where I should spend 
    Thanksgiving.
    
    BRUNO
    Yeah. 
    
    BARTLET
    What the hell are you doing polling where I should spend Thanksgiving?
    
    BRUNO
    Well, New England doesn't get us anything that we don't already have, and there was a 
    sense it could be seen as political, with New Hampshire, the first primary state.
    
    BARTLET
    I have Thanksgiving with my family.
    
    BRUNO
    Yeah, yeah. People like that.
    
    BARTLET
    Thank god!
    
    BRUNO
    Mr. President...
    
    BARTLET
    You politicize family to make sure they don't look political.
    
    BRUNO
    Don't get me started on ironies.
    
    BARTLET
    My family is off limits. [throws the poll on the couch and walks to his desk]
    
    BRUNO
    Sir... your candor about a terrible illness was off limits. [Bartlet turns to look at him.] 
    Your regimen of self-medication was off limits. Due respect, you've used up your off limits.
    
    BARTLET
    I'll decide when I've used them up. You don't poll where my family goes, am I making myself clear?
    
    BRUNO
    Mh-huhmm... Sometimes I have a difficulty talking to people who don't race sailboats.
    
    BARTLET
    What?
    
    BRUNO
    [comes closer] I have difficulty sometimes talking to people who don't race sailboats. 
    When I was a teenager, I crewed Larchmont to Nassau on a 58-foot sloop called Cantice. 
    There was a little piece of kelp that was stuck to the hull, and even though it was little, 
    you don't want anything stuck to the hull. So, I take a boat hook on a pole and I stick it 
    in the water and I try to get the kelp off, when seven guys start screaming at me, right? 
    'Cause now the pole is causing more drag than the kelp was. See, what you gotta do is you 
    gotta drop it in and let the water lift it out in a windmill motion. Drop it in, and let 
    the water take it by the kelp and lift it out. In, and out. In, and out, till you got it. 
    [beat] The voters aren't choosing a plumber, Mr. President. They are choosing a president. 
    And if you don't think that your family should matter, my suggestion to you is to get out 
    of professional politics. And if you think that I'm going to miss even one opportunity to 
    pick up half-a-mile boat speed, you're absolutely out of your mind. When it costs us 
    nothing, when we give up nothing?! You're out of your mind.
    
    Knock on the door. Charlie comes in with some papers.
    
    CHARLIE
    Excuse me. [hands paper over to Bartlet and leaves]
    
    BARTLET
    Ah, something important!
    
    BRUNO
    What is that, sir?
    
    BARTLET
    The number for the Butterball Hotline. [starts dialing] Watch, and learn.
    
    WOMAN [on speaker]
    Welcome to the Butterball Hotline!
    
    BARTLET
    Hello...
    
    WOMAN [on speaker]
    Stand by for our next available operator to assist you.
    
    Bartlet looks at Bruno, who looks back quietly.
    
    BARTLET
    Charlie!!
    
    CUT TO: INT. LEO'S OFFICE - DAY 
    C.J. is standing in front of Leo, who stands behind his desk.
    
    C.J.
    Fifteen years!
    
    LEO
    I agree. That's a long time.
    
    C.J.
    That's a pretty long time.
    
    LEO
    Yes.
    
    C.J.
    [walks round the desk] And you know all we're talking about is a sewage plant and a 
    house center. They're not asking for the Great Plains. 
    
    LEO
    I'll have somebody call somebody and find out what the delay is.
    
    C.J.
    What can I tell them in the meantime?
    
    LEO
    Tell them that.
    
    C.J.
    It'd be nice if they could see someone before he left. They had an appointment.
    
    LEO
    Sealy?
    
    C.J.
    He's gone.
    
    LEO
    Do it Monday.
    
    C.J.
    We do it Monday, they're gonna stay here till Monday. Absent being dragged off in handcuffs, 
    of this I'm sure. Plus right is right.
    
    LEO
    What do you want from me?
    
    C.J.
    Five minutes!
    
    LEO
    No.
    
    C.J.
    They walk out of here, they've met with the Chief of Staff.
    
    LEO
    No.
    
    C.J.
    Why not?
    
    LEO
    'Cause I'm not taking a meeting which somebody who stages a sitting in a lobby!
    
    C.J.
    All right, thank you. [walks away]
    
    LEO
    Thank you.
    
    CUT TO: INT. THE OVAL OFFICE - DAY 
    Bartlet opens the door to Toby, waiting outside.
    
    BARTLET
    Toby!
    
    TOBY
    Yes, sir.
    
    BARTLET
    Come in, please. 
    
    Toby walks in.
    
    BARTLET
    You polled where I should have Thanksgiving?
    
    TOBY
    Yeah, I saw that question.
    
    BARTLET
    And it was okay with you?
    
    TOBY
    Uh, yes sir.
    
    BARTLET
    Why?
    
    TOBY
    Because it was okay with Joey Lucas.
    
    BARTLET
    You think people should care where I have Thanksgiving?
    
    TOBY
    I know I don't give a damn...
    
    BARTLET
    All right. Doesn't matter. I straightened it out. It has a lot to do with kelp.
    
    TOBY
    What?
    
    WOMAN
    [on speaker] Hello, welcome to the Butterball Hotline.
    
    Bartlet runs to the phone.
    
    TOBY
    What the hell is...
    
    BARTLET
    Shhhh. Hello!!
    
    WOMAN
    [on speaker] How can I help you, sir?
    
    BARTLET
    Well, first let me say, I think this is a wonderful service you provide.
    
    Toby comes closer.
    
    WOMAN
    Well, thank you. May I have your name please?
    
    BARTLET
    I'm a citizen.
    
    WOMAN
    I'm sure you are, sir, but if I have your name I can put your comment in our customer feedback form.
    
    BARTLET
    [sighs] I'm Joe Betherson...sen. That's one 't', and with an 'h' in there.
    
    WOMAN
    And your address?
    
    BARTLET
    Fargo.
    
    WOMAN
    Your street address, please?
    
    Bartlet looks at Toby desperately.
    
    TOBY
    [picks up another phone, into it] Zip code, Fargo, North Dakota, right now. [hangs up]
    
    BARTLET
    [with evident strain] My street address is 114... 54 Pruder Street, and it's very important 
    that you put 'street' down there because sometimes it gets confused with Pruder Way and 
    Pruder Lane. Apartment 23 R... Fargo, North Dakota... 
    
    Charlie walks in with a piece of paper, Bartlet grabs it.
    
    BARTLET
    Zip code 50504.
    
    WOMAN
    Thank you. Your voice sounds very familiar to me.
    
    BARTLET
    I do radio commercials for... products.
    
    WOMAN
    And how can I help you?
    
    BARTLET
    [sits down] Stuffing should be stuffed inside the turkey, am I correct?
    
    WOMAN
    It can also be baked in the casserole dish.
    
    BARTLET
    Well, then we'd have to call it something else, wouldn't we?Toby sits down and puts his 
    hand under his chin.
    
    WOMAN
    I suppose.
    
    BARTLET
    If I cook it inside the turkey, is there a chance I could kill my guests? I'm not saying 
    that's necessarily a deal-breaker.
    
    WOMAN
    Well, there are some concerns. Two main bacterial problems are salmonella and camplyobacter jejuna.
    
    BARTLET
    All right. Well, first of all, I think you made the second bacteria up, and second of all, 
    how do I avoid it?
    
    Toby and Charlie smile.
    
    WOMAN
    Make sure all the ingredients are cooked first. Sauté any vegetables, fried sausage, oysters, etc.
    
    BARTLET
    Excellent! Let's talk temperature.
    
    WOMAN
    One hundred and sixty-five degrees.
    
    BARTLET
    No, see, I was testing you! The USDA calls for turkeys to be cooked to an internal temperature 
    of 180 to 185 degrees.
    
    WOMAN
    Yes, sir, I was talking about the stuffing which you want to cook to 165 to avoid health risks.
    
    BARTLET
    Okay. Good testing!
    
    WOMAN
    Do you have an accurate thermometer?
    
    BARTLET
    Oh yeah. It was presented to me as a gift from the personal sous chef to the king of... 
    [Toby raises his hand.] auto sales in... 
    
    TOBY
    [whispering] Fargo.
    
    BARTLET
    Fargo. Phil Baharnd. The man can sell a car like... well, like anything.
    
    WOMAN
    Very good, sir. You have a good Thanksgiving!
    
    BARTLET
    And you do, too. Thanks a lot! [hangs up the phone, stands up] That was excellent! 
    We should do that once a week.
    
    TOBY
    [stands up] Phil Baharnd?
    
    BARTLET
    I gotta get better at the names.
    
    CHARLIE
    Well, that's it, sir. You want to start the weekend?
    
    BARTLET
    No. One more thing left. Today, we find the traitor in my family. I know the First Lady 
    doesn't like to schlep, but would you please tell her to meet me in the residence?
    
    CHARLIE
    Yes, sir.
    
    Bartlet nods and walks outside to the portico.
    
    FADE OUT.
    END ACT THREE
    * * *
    
    ACT FOUR
    
    FADE IN: INT. LEO'S OFFICE - NIGHT 
    Josh and Leo are sitting at Leo's desk.
    
    JOSH
    Look--
    
    LEO
    Wait--
    
    JOSH
    I need to ask you something.
    
    LEO
    What?
    
    JOSH
    What am I missing? Why does the White House care so much about an issue involving a 
    local DA which, at best, should be handled by Justice and State and the Embassy?
    
    LEO
    Because.
    
    JOSH
    Because what?
    
    LEO
    I don't want this President to get a call from the Bishop of Rome.
    
    JOSH
    Why do we care about the Bishop of Rome?
    
    LEO
    Because that's not the only name he goes by.
    
    JOSH
    [pause] What's another name?
    
    LEO
    Your Holiness?
    
    JOSH
    The Bishop of Rome is the Pope?
    
    LEO
    It'll take it to a whole new level. We don't wanna be on that level.
    
    JOSH
    No, we do not.
    
    LEO
    Forget the Italians... I wanna work it from our side.
    
    JOSH
    That means getting the DA to guarantee he won't seek the death penalty.
    
    LEO
    Yeah.
    
    JOSH
    How?
    
    LEO
    DeKalb's the Georgia 4th.
    
    JOSH
    Yeah?
    
    LEO
    When Gire was elected fom the Georgia 4th election before last, Farragut was who he beat.
    
    JOSH
    Who's Farragut?
    
    LEO
    The DeKalb DA.
    
    JOSH
    [pause] Well, I suppose there's a time for scrouples and a time for, you know.
    
    LEO
    Not.
    
    JOSH
    Yeah.
    
    LEO
    He's left the office. But he'll be on the 8 p.m. U.S. Airways out of Hartsfield going to DFW.
    
    JOSH
    Hartsfield?
    
    LEO
    Yeah.
    
    JOSH
    Okay. [stands] Excuse me. [exits]
    
    CUT TO: INT. LEO'S OUTER OFFICE - CONTINUOUS 
    Donna is sitting on a table, talking on the phone.
    
    DONNA
    [into phone] Thank you.
    
    JOSH
    Listen--
    
    DONNA
    I got you on standby on a direct flight to Boca, where you can rent a car and th--
    
    JOSH
    Cancel it.
    
    DONNA
    Why?
    
    JOSH
    I need a layover in Atlanta.
    
    DONNA
    [sighs] Of course you do. 
    
    She begins to walk through the doors on her right, but Josh puts a hand on her waist 
    and steers her in his direction.
    
    JOSH
    And I need to get there about an hour before an 8:00 flight would take off.
    
    DONNA
    That would be around seven?
    
    JOSH
    [pause] I hadn't done the math. I'm also gonna need some information on the DeKalb 
    County DA, whose name is Farragut. Do me a favor, start with a recent photograph. 
    And call my mother and tell her I'm gonna be late.
    
    DONNA
    Josh?
    
    JOSH
    Yeah?
    
    DONNA
    You call your mother.
    
    JOSH
    Right. 
    
    CUT TO: INT. COMMUNICATIONS OFFICE - NIGHT
    Toby is packing up his things while Sam is again pacing outside the doorway.
    
    TOBY
    I should be able to at least fire paintballs at you while you do that. 
    
    SAM
    [pause, stops pacing] It's harder to get elected if you feature the underclass. 
    It's harder to help them if you hide them.
    
    TOBY
    Well what if we just recaliberate it to me everyone over 20,000 rich and everyone 
    under 20,000 middle class?
    
    SAM
    Then they'd all vote Republican, wouldn't they?
    
    TOBY
    [picks up his jacket] Yeah.
    
    SAM
    I think when we get back from the weekend we should talk to Bruno.
    
    TOBY
    Why Bruno? [walks out]
    
    SAM
    Because I think if it's anything short of a torpedo in the side of the campaign, we should 
    take it to Leo. I think even if it's torpedoing into the side of the campaign we should 
    do it,  but that's me, and I don't imagine I'd rally much support around that.
    
    TOBY
    No.
    
    SAM
    So we'll take it to Bruno.
    
    TOBY
    Yeah.
    
    SAM
    Thanks.
    
    TOBY
    [turns to leave] See you Monday.
    
    SAM
    Have a good Thanksgiving.
    
    TOBY
    You too.
    
    He opens the door and exits.
    
    CUT TO: INT. C.J.'S OFFICE - NIGHT
    C.J. is sitting at her desk, chin resting on her hand, staring into space. Carol enters.
    
    CAROL
    Listen.
    
    C.J.
    What?
    
    CAROL
    Security's nervous.
    
    C.J.
    About what?
    
    CAROL
    The Indians in the lobby.
    
    C.J.
    No, about what? It's a lawyer and a Michigan wolverine. I think we can take them. 
    We always do. [aimlessly throws a pencil across the room]
    
    CAROL
    Yeah, I'm just saying, security's gonna do their thing.
    
    C.J.
    [pause, sighs] I'll be there in a minute.
    
    Carol exits. C.J. remains in her seat, thinking.
    
    CUT TO: EXT. OUTSIDE THE WHITE HOUSE GATES - NIGHT
    Bruno is walking out. Toby catches up to him.
    
    TOBY
    Bruno.
    
    BRUNO
    Hey. 
    
    They begin walking together.
    
    TOBY
    You get hauled in?
    
    BRUNO
    Yep.
    
    TOBY
    And?
    
    BRUNO
    We had a conversation.
    
    TOBY
    [chuckles] Listen, the OMB's gonna come out with a recommendation for a new way to 
    calculate the poverty level.
    
    BRUNO
    Show of hands?
    
    TOBY
    No. But the formula raises the poverty level 2,000 in change.
    
    BRUNO
    So what is it now?
    
    TOBY
    20,000 a year. The problem is we're without a campaign and with 4 million new poor people.
    
    BRUNO
    That's the problem?
    
    TOBY
    Yeah.
    
    BRUNO
    Not that someone making 21,000 a year is considered comfortable?
    
    TOBY
    [looks at Bruno] We're working on that one, too.
    
    BRUNO
    You keep working on that, also the other thing.
    
    TOBY
    How?
    
    BRUNO
    The same way P.T. Barnum sold a truckload of white salmon. 
    
    They stop walking and face each other.
    
    BRUNO
    By sticking labels on them that said "Guaranteed not to go pink in the can." I have this 
    fish thing going on today.
    
    TOBY
    What the hell are you--
    
    BRUNO
    Are you telling me this formula has been broken for years and the other guys haven't 
    fixed it? [pause] Like that. Wanna get a quick drink?
    
    TOBY
    [turns to walk away] No, I've got neices and nephews and... we'll meet Monday on this, okay?
    
    BRUNO
    A truckload of white salmon...have you ever even heard of white salmon?
    
    TOBY
    No. [walks away]
    
    BRUNO
    I could sell anything. [walks away] 
    
    CUT TO: INT. HARTSFIELD INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, ATLANTA, GA - NIGHT
    Josh walks from the escalator to a bar where MARK FARRAGUT is seated. Josh stands at the bar 
    and a waiter comes over.
    
    WAITER
    Yes?
    
    JOSH
    Could I get a ginger ale, please? 
    
    He puts his bags down and turns to Farragut. 
    
    JOSH
    Excuse me, you're Mark Farragut, right? I'm Josh Lyman.
    
    FARRAGUT
    Yeah. Good to meet you. [They shake hands.] You know, it's funny, I just got a message 
    from my office to call.
    
    JOSH
    Yeah.
    
    FARRAGUT
    Oh God, you didn't come all the way down here just to--
    
    JOSH
    No, my mom lives in Florida. [sits] But just technically.
    
    FARRAGUT
    Sorry?
    
    JOSH
    Doesn't matter.
    
    FARRAGUT
    [sighs] The governor--
    
    JOSH
    The Italians aren't worried about the governor, Mark. They're worried about you.
    
    FARRAGUT
    Italy can't tell me how to prosecute my case. And, no offense, Josh, but neither can you.
    
    JOSH
    You don't have a defendant.
    
    FARRAGUT
    You can't ask me to weaken my stance.
    
    JOSH
    I know. 'Cause the Georgia 4th is tough enough for a Democrat without appearing as 
    if he's against the death penalty.
    
    FARRAGUT
    I'm not against the death penalty.
    
    JOSH
    I said appearing. The only way to combat that is with TV time. You are planning on 
    running again, right?
    
    FARRAGUT
    Apparently you don't know much about my last campaign.
    
    JOSH
    You raised $232,000 in four months, but then the well dried up after you prosecuted a 
    corporate polluter and got stuck as anti-business. You were left with 41,500 for the 
    last two months and that was the ball game.
    
    They stare at each other. A voice comes through the airport announcing the boarding of 
    a flight to Dallas/Ft. Worth.
    
    FARRAGUT
    [looks up to the ceiling towards the voice] That's my flight.
    
    JOSH
    [reaches into jacket and pulls out an envelope, then places the envelope on the bar top] 
    Guarantee you won't seek the death penalty, and you'll have endless media to explain it 
    to your district.
    
    FARRAGUT
    Josh, please don't tell me there's any money in that envelope.
    
    JOSH
    Well, in a manner of speaking.
    
    FARRAGUT
    Names.
    
    JOSH
    Yeah, three of them. None of them local. Do it, I'm telling ya, and all three of them 
    will take your call.
    
    FARRAGUT
    I can win this time.
    
    JOSH
    Flight's boarding.
    
    FARRAGUT
    [shakes hands with Josh] Have a good Thanksgiving.
    
    JOSH
    You, too.
    
    Farragut rises, takes the envelope from the bar top, and leaves. The waiter comes back 
    with Josh's ginger ale.
    
    WAITER
    Ginger ale.
    
    JOSH
    Thank you. 
    
    He picks up the glass and drinks.
    
    CUT TO: INT. THE PRESIDENT'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
    Bartlet is lying on a couch, reading a book. The door opens and Abbey, who is in a wheelchair, 
    is wheeled in by a Secret Service member, Hal. Her leg is in a cast.
    
    ABBEY
    Hello.
    
    BARTLET
    Hi.
    
    ABBEY
    Thank you, Hal. 
    
    Hal stops her by a chair, then leaves.
    
    ABBEY
    You summoned me?
    
    BARTLET
    Yeah, sorry about that. Listen, I'm sorry about this, too, but we have to change plans.
    
    ABBEY
    What do you mean?
    
    BARTLET
    We're gonna have dinner here at the White House. Charlie's calling everybody.
    
    ABBEY
    Why?
    
    BARTLET
    [removes his glasses] I've seen some polling information. The numbers are staggering. 
    The people are looking for steadiness. For a father figure. They like it when I'm here.
    [puts glasses back on]
    
    ABBEY
    You can't be a father figure at Camp David?
    
    BARTLET
    I guess not.
    
    ABBEY
    This is ridiculous. You can't change plans on people at the eleventh hour.
    
    BARTLET
    It's no problem.
    
    ABBEY
    Of course it's a problem. When you're in the White House, there's an entire staff that 
    has to be here. Now they can't go home.
    
    BARTLET
    It's their job.
    
    ABBEY
    It's Thanksgiving!
    
    BARTLET
    I've got polling numbers.
    
    ABBEY
    Which say Camp David is fine.
    
    BARTLET
    [snaps book close and removes glasses, pointing them towards Abbey] J'accuse! [stands]
    
    ABBEY
    [puts her hand to her forehead] Oh, brother.
    
    BARTLET
    J'accuse, mon petite fromage!
    
    ABBEY
    You speak four languages. How come none of them is French?
    
    BARTLET
    Nothing's wrong with my French.
    
    ABBEY
    You just called me your little cheese.
    
    BARTLET
    [pause] That's right!
    
    ABBEY
    They came to me. They said, "What do you think about having Thanksgiving at Camp David 
    instead of New Hampshire?" They told me why, I said fine.
    
    BARTLET
    And what part are you leaving out now?
    
    ABBEY
    The part where I lied to you.
    
    BARTLET
    Yes!
    
    ABBEY
    Yes! I do that sometimes. Sometimes I don't wanna go fifteen rounds on Bess Truman and what 
    constitutes a farm. On your behalf, I have responded to polling information telling me what 
    I should wear, and what I should say, to say nothing of the fact that I have been subpoenaed 
    to answer questions before Congress on how I secretly kept you alive. So explain to me now 
    how what I did was out of line.
    
    BARTLET
    [puts his hands in his pockets] You know what? It was.
    
    ABBEY
    [pause] I know.
    
    Bartlet walks over to the chair Abbey is seated next to and sits down.
    
    BARTLET
    Well, with the ingredients for stuffing, you have to cook them before you put them in the 
    turkey, and you're not gonna know whether I did or not.
    
    ABBEY
    I'll do what I always do with anything you cook. I'll wait for the girls to eat it first.
    
    BARTLET
    Me, too. 
    
    CUT TO: INT. LOBBY - NIGHT 
    C.J. enters to see Maggie and Jack still standing there. C.J. walks up to them.
    
    C.J.
    How many treaties have we signed with the Munsee Indians?
    
    MAGGIE
    Six.
    
    C.J.
    How many have we revoked?
    
    MAGGIE
    Six.
    
    C.J.
    What were the Munsees doing in 1778?
    
    MAGGIE
    Fighting in George Washington's army.
    
    C.J.
    And why aren't you in New York anymore?
    
    MAGGIE
    Because he marched us to Wisconsin.
    
    C.J.
    And whose land was it in the first place.
    
    MAGGIE
    [pause] Ours.
    
    C.J.
    [pause] I'm gonna have the park police escort you from the building, it'll take me a 
    few minutes, so you can make whatever calls you need to make. Or, you can come back to 
    my office right now, we'll make an appointment for Monday and the White House will cover 
    your expenses. 
    
    A pause. C.J. looks back and forth between them both as they silently make their decision.
    
    JACK
    Okay.
    
    C.J.
    Okay... what?
    
    JACK
    Okay, ma'am.
    
    C.J.
    [pause] No, okay or...
    
    MAGGIE
    We'll come back to the office.
    
    C.J.
    [begins to lead them back, then stops] How do you keep fighting these smaller injustices 
    when they're all from the Mother of Injustices?
    
    MAGGIE
    What's the alternative? 
    
    Pause. C.J. turns and leads them back to her office.
    
    DISSOLVE TO: END TITLES.
    FADE TO BLACK.
    THE END
    * * *
    
    The West Wing and all its characters are a property of Aaron Sorkin, John Wells 
    Production, Warner Brothers Television, and NBC. No copyright infringement is intended.
    
    Episode 3.7 -- "The Indians In The Lobby"
    Original Airdate: November 21, 2001, 9:00 PM EST
    
    Transcribed by: Nicole, Musicczar, and Irene
    July 15, 2002

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