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  • Episode 3.13 -- "Night Five"
    The West Wing Scripts/Season 3 2008. 11. 6. 17:46
    THE WEST WING
    "NIGHT FIVE"
    WRITTEN BY: AARON SORKIN
    DIRECTED BY: CHRISTOPHER MISIANO
    
    TEASER
    
    FADE IN: INT. NORTHWEST LOBBY - NIGHT
    Camera pans past Charlie at his desk in the background and Stanley sitting waiting in 
    the lobby.
    
    	FRIDAY 10:05 PM
    
    Josh pushes in through the double doors.
    
    JOSH
    Stanley.
    
    STANLEY
    [standing] Josh.
    
    JOSH
    Your flight was all right?
    
    STANLEY
    It was fine.
    
    JOSH
    How are you?
    
    STANLEY
    Me?
    
    JOSH
    Yeah?
    
    STANLEY
    I'm fine.
    
    JOSH 
    [looking down at Stanley's bags] These are your things?
    
    STANLEY
    Yeah.
    
    JOSH 
    [heading out] I'm going to put them back in my office.
    
    STANLEY
    Should I go with you?
    
    JOSH
    No. I'll be right back.
    
    Stanley nods to himself and stands waiting. Josh returns a moment later.
    
    JOSH
    They'll be all right back there.
    
    STANLEY
    Where should we go?
    
    JOSH
    You ever seen the White House?
    
    STANLEY
    Just the little I saw when we talked last year.
    
    JOSH
    Follow me.
    
    CUT TO: INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
    Josh leads the way through the double doors.
    
    JOSH 
    [gesturing as he talks] This is the communications bullpen where Toby Ziegler and Sam Seaborn 
    work. The rest of the ommunications and speech-writing work across the alley in the Old 
    Executive Office Building.
    
    He turns and leads Stanley into THE ROOSEVELT ROOM.
    
    JOSH
    And here comes the actual Sam Seaborn. What's going on?
    
    Sam comes into view.
    
    SAM
    Leo's reading it, and we're going to send it out in about ten to fifteen minutes so Toby's 
    been banging around.
    
    JOSH
    What are you doing?
    
    SAM
    Banging around.
    
    JOSH 
    [nodding toward Stanley] This Dr. Keyworth.
    
    SAM
    Sam Seaborn. 
    
    They shake hands.
    
    STANLEY
    Nice to meet you.
    
    SAM
    Did you have a good flight?
    
    STANLEY
    Yes.
    
    SAM
    Anybody you know on the plane?
    
    STANLEY
    No.
    
    SAM
    Okay. [to Josh] I'll see you.
    
    Sam exits.
    
    JOSH 
    [calling after Sam] Yeah. [gesturing, talking to Stanley] Uh... that's Leo's office. It has 
    a private entrance into the Oval Office, but we'll go in here.
    
    He leads Stanley away.
    
    STANLEY 
    [thoughtfully] The driver asked me the same question.
    
    CUT TO: INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
    
    JOSH
    What?
    
    STANLEY
    Did I know anybody on the flight.
    
    JOSH
    Yeah, he wanted to know if you had talked to anybody on the way here.
    
    Josh stops at the Oval Office door and opens it.
    
    STANLEY
    I didn't.
    
    JOSH 
    [smiling] I know. [beat] This is the Oval Office.
    
    Stanley goes in THE OVAL OFFICE, and Josh follows.
    
    JOSH
    That's the Resolute Desk. It was built from the timbers of the H.M.S. Resolute and given to 
    Rutherford Hayes by Queen Victoria to thank the U.S. for finding the abandoned ship. [beat] 
    We're going to go over to the residence, but I'm going to take you out through the portico.
    
    He walks on.
    
    STANLEY 
    [hanging back] Josh?
    
    JOSH
    Yeah?
    
    STANLEY
    Wouldn't you like to sit someplace and talk?
    
    JOSH
    Yeah.
    
    STANLEY
    Why the tour?
    
    JOSH
    You don't think this is interesting?
    
    STANLEY
    I think it's fascinating...
    
    JOSH
    If somebody sees us, I'd like for them to see me giving you a tour.
    
    Josh heads for the door. They exit to the PORTICO and Josh shuts the door behind them.
    
    STANLEY
    Who built the White House?
    
    JOSH
    It was designed by an Irish architect named James Hoban, who won the job in an open 
    competition. It was built largely by slaves. They just found the pay receipts a few 
    weeks ago.
    
    STANLEY
    The slaves were payed?
    
    JOSH
    Their owners. [indicating the residence door] Right through here.
    
    CUT TO: INT. HALLWAY IN RESIDENCE - CONTINUOUS
    
    JOSH [cont'd]
    It wasn't until Buchanan was visited by Edward, Prince of Wales that he decided it wasn't 
    enough rooms for guest, but it took another forty years to move all of the office space out 
    of the Residence. You're really seeing something, Stanley. Tours don't go up into the second 
    floor of the mansion.
    
    STANLEY
    Are you sure it's okay?
    
    JOSH
    Yeah. [pointing] We're gonna go in here now. This is the President's private study.
    
    STANLEY
    His private study?
    
    JOSH
    Yeah.
    
    CUT TO: INT. PRESIDENT'S PRIVATE STUDY - CONTINUOUS
    
    STANLEY
    Okay. [indicating the door] Should we... close the door?
    
    JOSH
    No, that's all right.
    
    STANLEY
    So, tell me how you've been feeling.
    
    JOSH
    Good.
    
    Leo enters through the open door.
    
    LEO
    Stanley.
    
    STANLEY 
    [turning] Hey, Leo. [They briefly shake hands.]
    
    LEO
    Getting a tour of the place?
    
    STANLEY 
    [nodding] Yeah.
    
    LEO
    You show him the North Portico?
    
    JOSH
    Leo likes to show people the soot stains on the North Portico.
    
    LEO
    From when the British torched the place.
    
    STANLEY
    They haven't repainted?
    
    LEO
    Not that. You know when Dolly Madison heard the cannon fire, she evacuated the building, 
    but she already had the table set for a forty-person dinner party. So the British soldiers 
    ate, then they set the building on fire.
    
    STANLEY
    So... the food didn't go to waste.
    
    LEO 
    [grinning] That's right. [beat] How was your flight? 
    
    STANLEY
    It was fine.
    
    LEO
    Did you know anyone on the plane?
    
    STANLEY 
    [after a moment] You... didn't bring me here to talk to Josh, did you?
    
    LEO
    No.
    
    STANLEY
    Who did you bring me here to talk to?
    
    BARTLET [VO]
    Dr. Keyworth.
    
    Stanley turns to see the president standing in the doorway.
    
    BARTLET [cont'd]
    Did you know anyone on the plane?
    
    SMASH CUT TO: MAIN TITLES.
    END TEASER
    * * *
    
    ACT ONE
    
    FADE IN: INT. PRESIDENT'S PRIVATE STUDY - NIGHT
    
    STANLEY
    No, no sir. I didn't know anyone on the plane.
    
    Bartlet nods.
    
    LEO
    [leaving] We'll leave you alone.
    
    Josh files out past Stanley.
    
    BARTLET
    [to Leo] The speech is going out?
    
    LEO
    In a few minutes.
    
    BARTLET
    Okay. 
    
    Bartlet closes the door and turns to Stanley.
    
    BARTLET
    I'm Jed Bartlet.
    
    STANLEY
    Stanley Keyworth.
    
    BARTLET
    I guess we knew that?
    
    STANLEY
    Yes, sir.
    
    BARTLET
    I've been having trouble sleeping.
    
    STANLEY
    I'm sorry?
    
    BARTLET
    You understand that this is an election here, right? I mean by itself who cares? 
    The President's having trouble sleeping, he talks to a doctor, but with the MS and the 
    hearings and you're a psychiatrist...
    
    STANLEY
    Yeah.
    
    BARTLET 
    [nodding] Okay.
    
    He walks past Stanley.
    
    STANLEY
    I'm not an expert in sleep disorders.
    
    BARTLET
    Yeah.
    
    STANLEY
    I'm a tramua specialist.
    
    BARTLET
    Yeah, we know you. You helped Josh out last year?
    
    STANLEY
    Josh was shot.
    
    BARTLET
    Me, too.
    
    STANLEY
    Is that why you can't sleep?
    
    BARTLET
    How would I know?
    
    STANLEY
    That's a fair point.
    
    BARTLET
    Thank you. [sits]
    
    STANLEY
    Well, Mr. President, um... [takes a seat opposite Bartlet] Tell me about the nature of your 
    sleeping problem.
    
    BARTLET
    I can't sleep.
    
    STANLEY
    What happens when you try to sleep?
    
    BARTLET
    I stay awake.
    
    STANLEY
    How long has it been?
    
    BARTLET
    Four nights.
    
    STANLEY
    You haven't slept in four nights?
    
    BARTLET
    Right.
    
    STANLEY
    That must be hard?
    
    BARTLET
    Yeah.
    
    STANLEY
    Have you tried taking a sleeping pill?
    
    BARTLET
    The third night.
    
    STANLEY
    It didn't work?
    
    BARTLET
    Not 'til the next morning in the middle of a national security briefing.
    
    STANLEY
    Oh. That's no good.
    
    BARTLET 
    [getting up] Stanley, I think you're under-selling yourself when you say you're not an 
    expert in sleep disoders. 'Cause you've been right straight on the money so far. 
    
    He goes over to the desk to get a cigarette.
    
    STANLEY
    How many of those do you smoke a day?
    
    BARTLET 
    [lighting up] Not many.
    
    STANLEY
    'Cause nicotine will keep you up at night.
    
    BARTLET
    Never has before.
    
    STANLEY
    It could be now.
    
    BARTLET 
    [looking down at the cigarette] You think if I put this out, I'm gonna fall asleep?
    
    STANLEY
    [after a beat] No.
    
    BARTLET
    Then let's move on.
    
    STANLEY
    All right, um... Let's rule out some things. Physical factors. 
    
    Bartlet walks over to the TV on the wall and fiddles with it for a moment.
    
    STANLEY [cont'd]
    Do you have arthritis?
    
    BARTLET
    No.
    
    STANLEY
    Heartburn?
    
    BARTLET
    No.
    
    STANLEY
    Irregular breathing or periodic muscle contractions?
    
    Bartlet walks back over to his desk and starts lifting things to look beneath them.
    
    BARTLET
    No.
    
    STANLEY
    All right. Lifestyle factors.
    
    BARTLET
    I'm sorry. Before we get to lifestyle factors, I'm just gonna turn this on. 
    
    He walks back to the TV with the remote and turns it on. C.J.'s face appears on the monitor.
    
    BARTLET [cont'd]
    It's a closed-circuit thing. I'm at the U.N. on Monday.
    
    REPORTER [VO]
    [very faint] And when will Air Force One be leaving?
    
    C.J. [getting louder as volume increases on the screen]
    Leaving Andrews at 8:00 for the 9:30 address to the General Assembly.
    
    REPORTER 2 [VO]
    When do we see copies?
    
    BARTLET
    When we're done writing it.
    
    CUT TO: INT. PRESS ROOM - CONTINUOUS
    The same view of C.J. on a different monitor. The camera pans around to show the press.
    
    C.J. 
    [looking up] I'm sorry?
    
    REPORTER 2
    When do we see copies?
    
    C.J.
    Sunday night.
    
    REPORTER 2
    Has the State Department reviewed it?
    
    C.J.
    I imagine we'll be getting their reviews any minute.
    
    REPORTER 3
    Anyone else?
    
    C.J.
    Key members of House and Senate Foreign Relations.
    
    REPORTER 3
    And we see it Sunday night?
    
    C.J.
    You see it Sunday night. That's it everybody. That's a full lid. Have a good weekend.
    
    REPORTERS
    Thank you, C.J..
    
    They start to leave, and C.J. comes down from the podium.
    
    LEONARD WALLACE 
    [approaching] C.J.?
    
    C.J.
    Hey, what are you doing here?
    
    WALLACE
    Listen, I'm missing a reporter.
    
    C.J.
    Who?
    
    WALLACE
    Bill Price.
    
    C.J.
    Isn't Billy in the Congo?
    
    WALLACE 
    [nodding] Yeah.
    
    C.J.
    Come back here.
    
    She heads away and Wallace follows. They walk together down the CORRIDOR.
    
    WALLACE
    He files story by satellite phone through the New York Bureau at a predetermined time. 
    He's missed two deadlines in a row.
    
    C.J.
    Does he miss deadlines?
    
    WALLACE
    Not one in seven years.
    
    C.J.
    What does State say?
    
    WALLACE
    It's Friday night, and I'm having trouble finding people.
    
    C.J.
    What about the other end?
    
    WALLACE
    I've talked to the embassy in Kinshasa. They're getting into it, but this is the Congo.
    
    C.J.
    What do you think has happened?
    
    WALLACE
    I think he left the Capitol.
    
    C.J.
    Without written permission from the Ministry?
    
    They come to a halt.
    
    WALLACE
    How would he know he needed that?
    
    C.J.
    By reading State background notes.
    
    WALLACE
    Does that sound like Billy?
    
    C.J.
    No.
    
    WALLACE
    C.J., the first fifteen minutes, they're the most critical in a war zone abduction.
    
    C.J.
    I know.
    
    WALLACE
    If we could get him delivered to someone higher up...
    
    C.J.
    Well, I'm going to go talk to Leo.
    
    WALLACE
    I know Billy's been a pain in the ass to you guys for three years, but Billy has a wife 
    and two kids. So, if you could see clear to forgetting about...
    
    C.J.
    I don't care that he's been... Look, I'm going to get into this, but if he's missed two 
    deadlines, then his fifteen minutes was yesterday.
    
    WALLACE
    I know.
    
    C.J.
    I'd call his wife.
    
    WALLACE
    Yeah.
    
    C.J. walks away and through another set of double doors.
    
    CUT TO: INT. LEO'S OFFICE - NIGHT
    Leo is at his desk reading pages from a folder while Toby paces back and forth.
    
    LEO
    Toby?
    
    TOBY
    Yeah?
    
    LEO
    The pacing.
    
    TOBY
    Yeah.
    
    He stops. After a moment, he sighs heavily.
    
    LEO
    Okay, now the standing still is bothering me a little bit.
    
    Toby sits down.
    
    TOBY
    [after a moment] This is the fifth time you're reading it. Are there words in there you 
    don't understand?
    
    Leo slips his glasses off and gives him a look.
    
    TOBY
    Of course there wouldn't be, 'cause you can't rise to a position like yours without.. 
    
    Toby sighs, then stands up and starts pacing again.
    
    TOBY
    Look, this is exactly what we said we wanted it to be. We said we were tired of reading 
    about the President's scattershot foreign policy. We said - you want to fillet me for this, 
    fine - we said when we go to the U.N., we were gonna...
    
    LEO
    I think it's great.
    
    TOBY
    We said we were gonna... Yeah?
    
    LEO
    I do. [grinning] You know your wife's going to have something to say about it, though.
    
    TOBY
    My ex-wife.
    
    LEO
    Yeah.
    
    TOBY
    Why do you call her my wife?
    
    LEO
    It bothers you.
    
    TOBY
    Everything bothers me.
    
    LEO
    Yeah.
    
    TOBY
    But you pick that?
    
    LEO
    Yeah. [after a moment] Toby, the night of the Iowa Caucus when you got back, did you and 
    the President have a... conversation that night?
    
    TOBY
    Yeah. I... When he got back, for a minute.
    
    LEO
    What did you talk about?
    
    TOBY
    Nothing.
    
    LEO
    He seemed kind of upset about it.
    
    TOBY
    It didn't go well.
    
    LEO
    What was it?
    
    TOBY
    It was personal.
    
    LEO
    It was personal?
    
    TOBY
    Yeah.
    
    LEO
    Well, that always works well with him.
    
    TOBY
    What has he said about the speech?
    
    LEO
    [looking at him, surprised] He thinks it's great. He hasn't said anything to you?
    
    TOBY
    We haven't talked in a little while.
    
    LEO
    Toby, what the hell went on in there?
    
    TOBY
    Don't worry about it.
    
    LEO
    Okay. I'm gonna to read this again.
    
    TOBY
    Sure, 'cause it's the sixth time.
    
    LEO
    Yeah.
    
    Toby leaves, and meets C.J. coming in.
    
    C.J.
    Hey.
    
    TOBY
    Did you read it?
    
    C.J.
    It's great.
    
    TOBY
    Thank you.
    
    C.J.
    Someone's going to get an ass-kicking from the missus.
    
    TOBY
    Listen-
    
    C.J. shuts the door on him.
    
    LEO
    It's what we asked for, you know? We're gonna have to get ready for it.
    
    C.J.
    Yeah... something else has come up though.
    
    LEO
    What?
    
    C.J. sits down opposite him.
    
    C.J.
    Leonard Wallace just came to see me. Billy Price is on assignment in the Congo, and he 
    missed two deadlines. he hasn't gotten anywhere with State. The embassy in Kinshasa 
    confirmed that a Belgian tv crew shooting outside Goma saw an American captured by MaiMai 
    rebels.
    
    LEO
    Hasn't State had a travel advisory out for, like ten years?
    
    C.J.
    Twenty-four.
    
    LEO
    What the hell is he doing there?
    
    C.J.
    Reporting a story no one is paying attention to.
    
    LEO
    Why don't we talked to the Congolese attache?
    
    C.J.
    He's on his way.
    
    LEO
    Okay.
    
    C.J. gets up and leaves.
    
    CUT TO: INT. COMMUNICATIONS BULLPEN - NIGHT
    
    TOBY 
    [coming in] He liked it.
    
    SAM 
    [standing reading] Yeah?
    
    TOBY
    He liked it alot. Mostly what I wrote. Not so much what you wrote. 
    
    He stops in the doorway of his office.
    
    SAM
    Yeah? So how long do you think before the old lady comes by to give you a whooping?
    
    TOBY
    Her office called already, didn't they?
    
    SAM
    You bet, baby.
    
    Toby sighs.
    
    TOBY 
    You probably want to rethink calling me "baby," right?
    
    SAM
    [chuckling] Yeah.
    
    Toby disappears into his office, and Sam looks up as Ainsley comes in, very dressed up.
    
    SAM
    Whoa, Nellie!
    
    AINSLEY
    Hello.
    
    SAM
    Hayes, you could make a good dog break his leash.
    
    AINSLEY
    I was at a social function.
    
    SAM
    Americans for the Preservation of Family Values and White People?
    
    AINSLEY
    The Federalist Society.
    
    SAM
    A hootenanny. 
    
    He heads towards his office and Ainsley follows.
    
    AINSLEY
    I was paged. I was told to come in.
    
    SAM
    Yes. 32-50 is a consolidated appropriations act that we want to drop in the U.N. speech 
    for Monday morning. I need you to review the final legislative language so we can shop it 
    around the Hill over the weekend.
    
    Sam looks through files as Ainsley slips off her wrap and drops it.
    
    AINSLEY
    What does it call for?
    
    SAM
    Uh, I don't know.
    
    AINSLEY
    Sam.
    
    He hands her some papers.
    
    SAM
    It authorizes payment of nine hundred and twenty-six million in U.N. dues over three years 
    for an exchange in the reduction of U.N. bureaucracy as well as peace-keeping assessments 
    by the General Assembly.
    
    AINSLEY
    And what are we concerned about?
    
    SAM
    Well, the language was drafted by Republicans.
    
    AINSLEY
    [reading] We're inscrutible.
    
    SAM
    I just want you to look for legal land mines.
    
    AINSLEY
    Like what?
    
    SAM
    I don't know. A ban on German food, or hidden amendment saying how annoying the French are.
    
    AINSLEY
    How about this? We drop out the U.N. entirely and use the 926 million to take everybody in 
    the country out to brunch?
    
    SAM
    [nodding] Why don't you write that suggestion in the margins?
    
    AINSLEY 
    [taking the file and leaving] I'll be in my office.
    
    She turns, revealing that the dress has a very low-cut back.
    
    SAM 
    [admiringly] Whoa. I didn't even see that thing from the back.
    
    Ainsley walks out, passing CELIA WALTON in the bullpen.
    
    CUT TO: INT. PRESIDENT'S PRIVATE OFFICE - NIGHT
    
    STANLEY
    Well, that takes care of lifestyle factors. What about... environmental factors?
    
    Stanley is still seated while the president straightens up from fiddling with the fire.
    
    BARTLET 
    [folds his arms] Like what?
    
    STANLEY
    Too much light in the room.
    
    BARTLET
    Nah.
    
    STANLEY
    Extremes in room temperature.
    
    BARTLET
    No.
    
    STANLEY
    Noise.
    
    BARTLET
    Noise?
    
    STANLEY
    You know, planes flying overhead, that kind of thing.
    
    BARTLET
    Planes aren't allowed to fly over the White House.
    
    STANLEY
    You haven't slept in four nights.
    
    BARTLET
    Right.
    
    STANLEY
    How much sleep do you usually get?
    
    BARTLET
    Four or five hours.
    
    STANLEY
    Well, we've been through physical factors, lifestyle factors, and environmental factors. 
    That leaves us with...
    
    BARTLET
    Psychological factors.
    
    STANLEY
    Yes, sir.
    
    BARTLET
    What were the odds?
    
    STANLEY
    Right.
    
    FADE OUT.
    END ACT ONE
    * * *
    
    ACT TWO
    
    FADE IN: INT. BAR - NIGHT
    
    CASEY [VO]
    So, you got a few minutes?
    
    DONNA [VO]
    Just a few minutes, actually.
    
    CASEY [VO]
    What's going on?
    
    Camera pans up to reveal Donna seated at the bar with a man, CASEY REED.
    
    DONNA
    Well, we're at the U.N. on Monday giving a new foreign policy speech that's going to stir 
    some things up, but the thing is, it was a relatively small circle of people that who 
    were consulted on the speech and that circle got wider tonight, so it'll be a weekend of 
    bartering and Josh is usually one of the point men on that so...
    
    CASEY
    You need to get back to the office.
    
    DONNA
    I have a few minutes. How have you been?
    
    CASEY
    Great.
    
    DONNA
    You guys survived?
    
    CASEY
    The dot.coms didn't run out of steam.
    
    DONNA
    They didn't?
    
    CASEY
    Just hype.
    
    DONNA
    I see.
    
    CASEY
    Do you?
    
    DONNA
    No.
    
    CASEY
    [chuckling] It's easier to start out now.
    
    DONNA
    Why?
    
    CASEY
    There's less pressure to be an success overnight. Which brings us to... this.
    
    He pulls out a business card and hands it to her.
    
    DONNA
    [reading] "Capitolscoop.com."
    
    CASEY
    It'll track legislation, profile people in power, shine a spotlight on special interest 
    behind the scenes.
    
    DONNA
    Gossip.
    
    CASEY
    Not gossip, hard subststance. Public policy. That's why we need all the help we can get.
    
    DONNA
    I doubt I can get Josh involved - it'd be a conflict.
    
    CASEY
    No, I don't want Josh. I want you.
    
    DONNA
    I'm sorry?
    
    CASEY
    I want you.
    
    DONNA
    We'll I don't know where I'd find the time for something like... It's Friday at 11:00. 
    I'm bascially on a lunch break right now.
    
    CASEY
    You don't understand. I'm talking about full time. Issues Director for "CapitolScoop.com."
    
    DONNA
    Well, I... I'm... surprised and I'm flattered, but I'm, you know, not at all qualified.
    
    CASEY
    That's not true. You've been Josh Lyman's traffic cop. That's like an M.A. in power-brokering. 
    You know the Hill. You know every corner of the White House. You know every pressure point 
    ten miles from the Potomac.
    
    He writes something down and slides it over to her.
    
    DONNA
    Is this is your operating budget?
    
    CASEY
    It's your starting salary.
    
    Donna looks up at him.
    
    CUT TO: INT. COMMUNICATIONS BULLPEN - NIGHT
    Sam comes out of his office waving a sheet of paper.
    
    SAM 
    [calling] Ginger?
    
    CELIA WALTON [VO]
    She's not here.
    
    SAM
    Is Bonnie here?
    
    CELIA
    They went to get something to eat.
    
    SAM
    Have we met?
    
    CELIA
    No. I'm Celia Walton. [They shake hands.]
    
    SAM
    Sam Seaborn. You're one of the people who was sent over for the week?
    
    CELIA
    Yeah.
    
    SAM
    We appreciated your helping out.
    
    CELIA
    I go where I'm told. You mind if I say something to you?
    
    SAM
    No.
    
    CELIA
    The way to talked to that woman before.
    
    SAM
    What woman?
    
    CELIA
    I don't know her name. The 'dog on a leash'.
    
    SAM
    That was Ainsley Hayes. She's an Assicioate Counsel.
    
    CELIA
    Yeah. It was rude, it was inappropriate, and it was offensive.
    
    SAM
    What did I do?
    
    CELIA
    You demeaned her.
    
    SAM
    No, we're friends. It's a completely mature... you know... Also, she started it.
    
    CELIA
    Whatever.
    
    SAM
    Well... Okay. 
    
    He heads into his office, then turns and comes back out.
    
    SAM
    I wasn't demeaning her. I was complimenting her.
    
    CELIA
    She's an Associate White House Counsel and you're complimenting her on her sexuality?
    
    SAM
    She looked good in that dress I thought.
    
    CELIA
    Okay.
    
    Andy Wyatt comes marching in, and glances into to Toby's office.
    
    ANDY
    Where is he?
    
    SAM
    Congresswoman?
    
    ANDY
    Where is he, Sam?
    
    SAM
    Toby?
    
    ANDY
    Yes.
    
    SAM
    I do not know.
    
    ANDY
    Liar.
    
    SAM
    You want to talk about the speech?
    
    ANDY
    I and members of the House International Relations Committee, yeah. I couldn't help but 
    notice that your fingerprints are all over this too. You and Toby want to be responsible 
    for starting World War III?
    
    SAM
    No.
    
    ANDY
    Well, you're gonna.
    
    SAM
    I was having a good night until, like, three minutes ago.
    
    ANDY
    Where is he?
    
    SAM
    I don't know.
    
    ANDY
    You said that already.
    
    SAM
    But, you've asked me again and I still didn't know.
    
    ANDY
    May I wait in his office?
    
    SAM
    Better his than mine.
    
    He sighs and turns back to Celia.
    
    SAM
    What were we talking about?
    
    CELIA 
    [looking up from where she sits at her computer] Look, I'm just a temporary hand here for 
    a week but I don't think it's a joke or anything.
    
    SAM
    And you say Ginger and Bonnie are out getting something to eat?
    
    CELIA
    Yeah.
    
    Toby comes into the bullpen.
    
    TOBY
    I need these distributed.
    
    He hands a set of files to Celia at her desk.
    
    SAM
    Andi's in your office.
    
    TOBY
    [quietly annoyed] You let her in my office?
    
    SAM
    Yeah.
    
    TOBY
    What the hell did you let her in my office for?
    
    SAM
    Okay, well, I'm going to step out for a minute and... not be in this area anymore.
    
    Sam walks off. Toby hesitates outside his office for a long moment, then open the door and 
    goes in. Andy is sitting perched on his desk, holding a copy of the speech.
    
    ANDY
    I don't get how you could do this without consulting people.
    
    TOBY
    Come on in.
    
    ANDY
    I don't get how you think you can...
    
    TOBY
    [closing the door] We consulted plenty of people. What do you think, Sam and I create 
    foreign policy around here?
    
    ANDY
    I don't know. You, Sam, Abbott, Costello.
    
    TOBY
    We brought in... For three weeks...
    
    ANDY
    Did you bring in anybody from State?
    
    TOBY
    Yes.
    
    ANDY
    Who?
    
    TOBY
    The Secretary of State. Since when did you get to come in here?
    
    ANDY
    I am the third ranking member on the damn committee.
    
    TOBY
    This is a Presidential address, Andrea, not a camel.
    
    ANDY
    A what?
    
    TOBY
    A camel. A horse built by committee.
    
    Andy flips through the speech.
    
    ANDY
    [reading] "Freedom must run deeper than the free flow of capital. Freedom must mean more 
    than the free trade of goods and services. The world will be free..."
    
    TOBY
    I read it.
    
    ANDY
    "The world will be free when we have freedom of speech for every nation..."
    
    Toby sits down on the sofa.
    
    TOBY
    In fact I wrote it.
    
    ANDY
    "The world will be free when there is freedom to worship for everyone. The world will be 
    free..."
    
    TOBY
    Andi...
    
    ANDY
    "...When we finally shake off the rusted chains of tyranny..."
    
    TOBY
    Yes.
    
    ANDY
    "...Whether in the guise of facist dictatorships..."
    
    TOBY
    You getting nervous?
    
    ANDY
    "...Or economic slavery, or ethnic hostility..."
    
    TOBY
    A little nervous?
    
    ANDY
    "...Or..." Wait for it... "the crushing yoke of Islamic fanaticism." Gentlemen, start your 
    engines.
    
    CUT TO: INT. LEO'S OFFICE - NIGHT
    C.J. walks towards Leo at the desk.
    
    C.J.
    Billy's wife is already here. She's in my office right now.
    
    LEO
    Is she very upset?
    
    C.J.
    She's...
    
    There is a knock on the door and then MARGARET enters.
    
    MARGARET
    Leo?
    
    LEO
    Send him in.
    
    C.J.
    She's with Leonard.
    
    LEO
    Come in.
    
    McKENNEN LOBOKO enters and shakes hands with Leo.
    
    LEO
    Everybody, this McKennen Loboko the Congolese atache.
    
    LOBOKO
    McKonnen.
    
    LEO
    I'm sorry. Mr. Loboko, you know our situation. We've got an American reporter who we 
    believe was taken by the Maimais.
    
    LOBOKO
    He shouldn't have been traveling without proper documentation.
    
    C.J.
    The MaiMais care about proper documentation, do they?
    
    LOBOKO 
    [turning to face her] I beg your pardon?
    
    C.J.
    If his paper were in order, he wouldn't have been abducted at gunpoint?
    
    LOBOKO
    We haven't been introduced.
    
    C.J.
    I'm C.J. Cregg. I'm the White House Press Secretary. That guy sat in my room for a year, 
    his wife's sitting in my office, his two kids are sitting at home, and I want him back.
    
    LOBOKO
    You think I have him in my briefcase?
    
    C.J.
    This is a shakedown, so tell us how much money, and where does it go.
    
    LOBOKO
    The Congolese government doesn't negotiate with murderers.
    
    C.J.
    The Congolese government is a myth.
    
    LOBOKO
    I can't talk to this woman.
    
    LEO
    Mr. Loboko... How much money and wher does it go?
    
    FADE OUT.
    END ACT TWO
    * * *
    
    ACT THREE
    
    FADE IN: EXT. THE WHITE HOUSE - NIGHT
    Rain falls and lightning flashes.
    
    CUT TO: INT. JOSH'S BULLPEN AREA - NIGHT
    Donna enters in her coat, carrying an umbrella.
    
    JOSH
    [looking through files] Where have you been?
    
    DONNA
    I told you I was going out.
    
    JOSH
    For an hour?
    
    DONNA
    Well... yeah.
    
    JOSH
    There's an editorial on sugar subsidies in the International Herald-Tribune. Make sure 
    Leo's got a copy. Also, make sure you send me home with a Congressional facebook.
    
    Donna hangs up her umbrella, and shrugs off her coat to hang it up as Josh walks past.
    
    DONNA
    Why?
    
    JOSH
    I'm still mixing up Cooper and Hooper.
    
    DONNA
    Why?
    
    JOSH
    'Cause Cooper sounds a lot like Hooper. What does it matter? Just...
    
    Josh heads into the doorway of his office an starts rifling through papers.
    
    DONNA
    I got offered a job tonight.
    
    JOSH
    [not turning] What do you mean?
    
    DONNA
    You know Casey Reed?
    
    JOSH
    No.
    
    DONNA
    We went to college together.
    
    JOSH
    That's where you were?
    
    DONNA
    Yeah.
    
    JOSH
    At a job interview?
    
    DONNA
    It wasn't a job interview. We were meeting for a drink.
    
    JOSH
    What's the job?
    
    Donna goes over to the pigeonholes and starts sorting through post.
    
    DONNA
    He has an internet start-up.
    
    JOSH
    What kind of site?
    
    DONNA
    Commentary. He asked me to be Issues Director.
    
    JOSH
    Issues Director?
    
    DONNA
    Yeah.
    
    JOSH
    For an internet start-up.
    
    Donna walks back towards her desk.
    
    DONNA
    Dot.coms aren't dying, just the hype.
    
    JOSH
    Really?
    
    DONNA
    Yeah.
    
    JOSH
    Sounds like the hype's alive and well, too.
    
    DONNA
    I suppose.
    
    JOSH
    You suppose.
    
    DONNA
    Yeah.
    
    JOSH
    [coming out of the doorway] You can't be thinking about taking a job that may not be 
    around a year from now?
    
    DONNA
    This job may not be around a year from now.
    
    JOSH
    He offered you money?
    
    DONNA
    Yeah.
    
    JOSH
    Well, all I can offfer you is a title bump.
    
    DONNA
    Like what?
    
    JOSH
    Senior Assistance to the Deputy Chief of Staff for Strategic Planning.
    
    DONNA
    That's my title now.
    
    JOSH
    Then I can't offer you a title bump. The sugar subsidy editorial and the facebook, okay? 
    Cooper and Hooper.
    
    Josh walks away, and Donna looks after him for a moment before walking off.
    
    CUT TO: INT. AINSLEY'S OFFICE - NIGHT
    Sam enters through the double doors behind her while Ainsley sits at the desk, consulting 
    several books. She is now dressed in ordinary office clothes.
    
    SAM
    What do you need?
    
    AINSLEY
    There's a thing in this we need to be careful of.
    
    SAM
    What?
    
    AINSLEY
    They say they'll approve a new scale of peacekeeping assessments if there's a cost-sharing 
    mechanism, but it isn't fully addressed here. You're gonna want me to rewrite some of this 
    language before the president goes to the U.N..
    
    SAM
    [thoughtfully] Mm.
    
    AINSLEY
    What?
    
    SAM
    Let me ask you something. Before, when I said that you were enough to make a good dog 
    break his leash, you understand that men, we're the dog, right? I was the dog?
    
    AINSLEY
    I understood the metaphor.
    
    SAM
    Okay.
    
    AINSLEY
    The peacekeeping assessment has to be based on per capita income of each country, with 
    category J countries paying the least at a ninety percent discount.
    
    SAM
    I meant it to make you feel good.
    
    AINSLEY
    It did.
    
    SAM
    Although I certainly meant it.
    
    AINSLEY
    I appreciate it.
    
    SAM
    I didn't mean to demean you.
    
    AINSLEY
    I kind of need you to listen along.
    
    SAM
    Okay.
    
    AINSLEY
    Category A countries will be paying a premium, actually over-paying to cover the discounts 
    for category J states. 
    
    SAM
    Yeah.
    
    AINSLEY
    So we need to be more specific about Category A. It's gonna be important.
    
    SAM
    I was told that I demeaned you.
    
    AINSLEY
    You didn't.
    
    SAM
    I was told that I did.
    
    AINSLEY
    By whom?
    
    SAM
    By someone named Celia.
    
    AINSLEY
    She's mistaken.
    
    SAM
    You sure?
    
    AINSLEY
    If I felt demeaned, I'd be among the very first people to know it.
    
    SAM
    Terrific.
    
    AINSLEY
    Here are my notes.
    
    SAM
    I'll rewrite them now. You'll stick around?
    
    AINSLEY
    What else would I do on a Friday night?
    
    SAM
    [leaving] I don't like to pry.
    
    CUT TO: INT. TOBY'S OFFICE - NIGHT
    
    ANDY
    America doesn't have a monopoly on what's right. And even if we did, I think you're gonna 
    have a tough time convincing the Arab world.
    
    TOBY
    Well, we'd like to talk to them about it.
    
    ANDY
    That ought to do the trick.
    
    TOBY
    It's worth a shot.
    
    ANDY
    The U.S. Constitution defends religious pluralism. It doesn't reduce all of Islam to 
    fanaticism.
    
    TOBY
    Neither foes the speech. It calls fanaticism fanaticism.
    
    ANDY
    Toby...
    
    TOBY
    It's fanaticism whether we call it that or not, so were going to call it that. We respect 
    all religions, all cultures.
    
    ANDY
    To a point.
    
    TOBY
    Yes, to a point. Grotesque oppression isn't okay just because it's been institutionlised. 
    If you ask me, I think we should have gotten into the game three, four decades ago, but 
    they're coming after us now, so it's time to saddle up.
    
    ANDY
    Toby...
    
    TOBY
    We do know what's right.
    
    ANDY
    This is why they hate us.
    
    TOBY
    There's a lot of reasons why they hate us. You know when they're gonna like us? When we win.
    
    He leans back against the wall.
    
    CUT TO: INT. C.J.'S OFFICE- NIGHT
    Wallace and Bill Price's wife, JANET, stand waiting. C.J. comes in and they both rush to 
    meet her.
    
    WALLACE
    C.J....
    
    C.J.
    Okay...
    
    JANET PRICE
    Please tell me what's happening.
    
    C.J.
    Janet, we're working some back channels right now. I think if you can make yourself 
    comfortable here, we might some news in an hour or so.
    
    JANET
    The government's going to give these people some money?
    
    C.J.
    No, we can't buy them off directly, but what we do is, we offer to withhold money from 
    their enemies.
    
    JANET
    And if that doesn't work?
    
    C.J.
    Your husband is employed by a billion dollar corporation.
    
    WALLACE
    Janet, Mrs. Carlson would pay... whatever.
    
    JANET
    Ransom.
    
    WALLACE
    Yeah.
    
    C.J.
    Let's not get that far right now. Listen, your clothes are wet. Can I get you some...
    
    JANET
    No, no, I'm fine.
    
    C.J.
    [turning to leave] Okay. Okay.
    
    JANET
    I- I should stay here?
    
    C.J.
    Yeah. [leaves]
    
    CUT TO: INT. PRESIDENT'S PRIVATE STUDY - NIGHT
    
    STANLEY
    Insomnia's a pretty common symptom of depression. Are you depressed?
    
    Stanley is still seated whilst Bartlet pours himself a drink.
    
    BARTLET
    No.
    
    STANLEY
    I didn't think so. Some people or predisposed to insomnia in times of acute stress. 
    Are you under any stress? Is there any stress in your... job at all, or...? [beat] 
    But seriously folks, has there been an unusual amount of stress lately?
    
    BARTLET
    Well, Congress was investigating me.
    
    STANLEY
    Yeah.
    
    BARTLET
    And I was censured. Then I had to give the State of the Union.
    
    STANLEY
    Yeah.
    
    BARTLET
    I'm running for reelection.
    
    STANLEY
    Mh-hmm.
    
    BARTLET
    Things are blowing up everywhere, and I have chosen the General Assembly of the U.N. 
    to define a tougher foreign policy. Not unusually stressful, no.
    
    He swigs his drink, then sets it down and returns to his seat.
    
    BARTLET
    I don't like the word "stress". It's a Madison Avenue word. It's something that can be 
    cured with flavored coffee and bath bubbles.
    
    STANLEY
    So, you don't feel stress?
    
    BARTLET
    I have a job I like, and my family's healthy. 
    
    STANLEY
    That doesn't mean you're not entitled to feel stress.
    
    BARTLET
    Stress is for other people.
    
    STANLEY
    What other people?
    
    BARTLET
    I'm saying it's not stress. I was feeling stressed five nights ago, too and I slept fine.
    
    STANLEY
    So what happened four nights ago?
    
    BARTLET
    I want my money back.
    
    STANLEY
    [after a moment] This is a very unusual conversation.
    
    BARTLET
    I get that a lot.
    
    STANLEY
    I'd imagine.
    
    BARTLET
    So, what do you charge?
    
    STANLEY
    Three hundred and seventy-five dollars an hour.
    
    BARTLET
    For three hundred and seventy-five dollars an hour, you ought to bring your own damn 
    lingerie.
    
    STANLEY
    I do.
    
    BARTLET
    There's a great story about Arthur Miller. "Death of a Salesman" had just opened on 
    Broadway the night before, and he was walking around his old neighborhood in Brooklyn 
    and he see's a hot dog vendor that he went to high school with, and he says, "Hey, Jimmy, 
    it's me, Arthur Miller." And the hot dog vendor says, "Artie, how you doing? What you 
    been up to?" And Miller says, "I'm, you know, I'm a playwright." And the hot dog vendor 
    says, "Hmm, play writing, I should've gone into that." Three hundred and seventy-five 
    dollars an hour.
    
    STANLEY
    Yes, sir.
    
    BARTLET
    For what?
    
    STANLEY
    I don't really know.
    
    Bartlet lays his head back and sighs.
    
    BARTLET
    I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I'll be tired and I'll lie there and it doesn't happen.
    
    STANLEY
    What happened four nights ago?
    
    BARTLET
    I won the Iowa Caucus.
    
    STANLEY
    Anything else?
    
    BARTLET
    That's not enough?
    
    STANLEY
    Mr. President... If you were any other patient-
    
    BARTLET
    Say what you'd say to anyother patient.
    
    STANLEY
    I'd say, screw around if you want, but it's your money, it's about to be my money, and 
    I sleep fine.
    
    BARTLET
    [sitting up] I had a conversation with one of m aides that night after we got back from 
    Iowa. He called me on something.
    
    STANLEY
    What?
    
    BARTLET
    Well, I guess we talked about a lot of things. Who we think the Republican challenger is 
    gonna be be, and imcumbency and campaign stategy, strategic overview, but the long and 
    short of it is, my father never liked me at all. 
    
    There is a long silence.
    
    STANLEY
    Well, at least we're closer to my area now.
    
    BARTLET
    Yeah, I'd thought you'd enjoy that.
    
    FADE OUT.
    END ACT THREE
    * * *
    
    ACT FOUR
    
    FADE IN: INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
    Charlie limps through the double doors.
    
    CHARLIE
    [to himself] Ouch.
    
    He heads gingerly into the COMMUNICATIONS OFFICE and drops into a seat. Sam sees him come in.
    
    SAM
    Charlie?
    
    CHARLIE
    Yeah?
    
    SAM
    Are you in pain?
    
    CHARLIE
    No.
    
    SAM
    Charlie?
    
    CHARLIE
    Yes?
    
    SAM
    Have you been playing basketball?
    
    CHARLIE
    Yes.
    
    SAM
    Did you get beat?
    
    CHARLIE
    No.
    
    SAM
    Charlie?
    
    CHARLIE
    Yes.
    
    SAM
    Who'd you play?
    
    CHARLIE
    Doesn't matter.
    
    Sam comes over and sits on the edge of the desk.
    
    SAM
    Ed?
    
    CHARLIE
    Nope.
    
    SAM
    Larry?
    
    CHARLIE
    No.
    
    SAM
    Jack?
    
    CHARLIE
    No.
    
    SAM
    Did you get beat by Manny?
    
    CHARLIE
    No.
    
    SAM
    Who?
    
    CHARLIE
    Deanna.
    
    Sam walks over to the coffee machine as Charlie tries to get more comfortable.
    
    SAM
    Your sister?
    
    CHARLIE
    Yes.
    
    SAM
    Your little sister.
    
    CHARLIE
    She plays varsity, Sam.
    
    SAM
    Girl's varsity.
    
    CHARLIE
    She played a finesse game.
    
    SAM
    Man, you can't walk.
    
    He comes back carrying his coffee.
    
    CHARLIE
    Yeah. I don't know what's happening to my life.
    
    SAM
    Listen, I can tell you're down in the dumps, but let's talk about me.
    
    CHARLIE
    Okay.
    
    SAM
    If your sister was getting ready for a night out, and I said, "Deanna, you're enough to 
    make a good dog break his leash," would you think I was a cad?
    
    CHARLIE
    I'd think you were a hick.
    
    AINSLEY
    [approaching] Sam...
    
    SAM
    Hang on. Because of the sentiment or the expression?
    
    CHARLIE
    It's my sister?
    
    SAM
    Yeah.
    
    CHARLIE
    I'd beat you up.
    
    SAM
    You and how many Girl Scouts?
    
    CHARLIE
    If I could stand up...
    
    AINSLEY
    Sam...
    
    SAM
    But if it wasn't your sister?
    
    CHARLIE
    Then you're fine.
    
    SAM
    [to Ainsley] He says I'm fine.
    
    AINSLEY
    You're not, 'cause this isn't quite right.
    
    SAM
    Still?
    
    AINSLEY
    It needs to be clear that the total assessment is down to 25 percent from 27 percent for 
    Category A.
    
    SAM
    We've been in this fight.
    
    Celia enters the bullpen.
    
    AINSLEY
    But if we pay before...
    
    SAM
    Hang on. Here she is. Celia, I asked Ainsley and she said she didn't mind at all. 
    Plus, Charlie said he's fine with it.
    
    CELIA
    Charlie's a man.
    
    CHARLIE
    Damn right.
    
    Celia heads for her desk. Bonnie and Ginger both return.
    
    AINSLEY
    Sam?
    
    SAM
    Yes?
    
    AINSLEY
    We need to be clear we are not going to take a bath when other countries can afford to 
    take on more.
    
    SAM
    Yes.
    
    AINSLEY
    This is important.
    
    SAM
    Yeah, I also thinks it's important to make clear I am not a sexist.
    
    CHARLIE
    And that I'm all man.
    
    AINSLEY
    You're Celia?
    
    CELIA
    [looking up] Yes.
    
    AINSLEY
    He's not a sexist.
    
    She turns back to Sam to continue the argument.
    
    CELIA
    If you're willing to let your sexuality diminish your power.
    
    AINSLEY
    I'm sorry?
    
    CELIA
    I said, I'm surprised you're willing to let you sexuality diminish your power.
    
    AINSLEY
    I don't even know what that means.
    
    CELIA
    I think you do.
    
    AINSLEY
    And I think you think I'm made out of candy glass, Celia. If somebody says something 
    that offends you, tell them, but all women don't have to think alike.
    
    CELIA
    I didn't say they did, and when somebody said something that offended me, I did say so.
    
    AINSLEY
    I like it when the guys tease me. It's an inadvertent show of respect that I'm on the 
    team and I don't mind it when it gets sexual. And you know why? I like sex.
    
    CHARLIE 
    [surprised] Hello.
    
    AINSLEY
    I don't think that whatever sexuality I may have diminishes my power. I think it enhances it.
    
    CELIA
    And what kind of feminism do you call that?
    
    AINSLEY
    My kind.
    
    GINGER 
    [from over her shoulder] It's called Lipstick Feminism. I call it Stiletto Feminism.
    
    SAM 
    [intrigued] Stilettos?
    
    AINSLEY
    You're not in enough trouble already?
    
    SAM
    I suppose I am.
    
    CELIA
    Isn't the point that Sam wouldn't have been able to find another way to be chummy with 
    a woman who wasn't sexually appealing?
    
    AINSLEY
    He would be able to, but that isn't the point. The point is that sexual revolution tends 
    to get in the way of actual revolution. Nonsense issues distract attention away from real 
    ones: pay equity, child care, honest-to-God sexual harrassment and in this case, a speech 
    in front of the U.N. General Assembly. So, you, [to Sam] 25 percent on the assesments for 
    Category A. You... [Charlie looks up.] I don't know what your thing is. [turns to Celia] 
    And you, stop trying to take the fun out of my day. With that, I'm going to get a cupcake.
    
    SAM
    [after a moment] Well, for the moment at least, I'm going to do what she's telling me to do.
    
    He heads towards his office.
    
    GINGER
    We're at O.E.O.B.
    
    SAM
    Okay.
    
    Bonnie wanders off somewhere. Charlie sits tapping his fingers for a moment. He gives 
    Celia a little wave.
    
    CHARLIE
    How you doing?
    
    CUT TO: INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
    Donna pours two cups of coffee. She takes them in to C.J.'s office where Janet is waiting.
    
    DONNA
    There. [places one cup on the table] It's not the best in the world, but it's hot.
    
    JANET
    I'm sorry, I didn't ask you your name before.
    
    DONNA
    Donna.
    
    JANET
    Really?
    
    DONNA
    Yeah.
    
    JANET
    Our daughter is Donna.
    
    DONNA
    How old is she?
    
    JANET
    She's seven months. And her brother Harry is three. Three and a quarter. He'd want me to 
    say that. [beat] How does it work with the money, do you know?
    
    DONNA
    I don't. I'm an assistant here.
    
    JANET
    Bill's written... I know he's written negetive things about the President...
    
    DONNA
    [shaking her head] No.
    
    JANET
    And he and C.J. don't really...
    
    DONNA
    Nobody cares about that tonight.
    
    JANET
    Okay.
    
    DONNA
    And you want to know a secret about C.J.? But you can't tell your husband this, really. 
    She battles with them everyday, but she loves reporters. She's very protective of them 
    and it, it doesn't matter whether... you know?
    
    Janet nods, and reaches forward to pick up her coffee cup.
    
    CUT TO: INT. TOBY'S OFFICE - NIGHT
    
    TOBY [VO]
    It took...
    
    ANDY [VO]
    Wait.
    
    TOBY
    It took... Andrea, it took three days to get the language through NSC and the NSA.
    
    ANDY [VO]
    Yes.
    
    TOBY
    It isn't coming out of the speech.
    
    ANDY
    I didn't think it was.
    
    TOBY
    Then why were we here for an hour?
    
    ANDY
    Several members have drafted an insert. Will you look at?
    
    TOBY
    [after a beat] Sure.
    
    She goes over to her bag and pulls out a sheet of paper.
    
    ANDY
    This will follow your paragraph.
    
    He comes over to read it from her.
    
    TOBY
    [reading] "Our goal is neither to preach nor proclaim American values. We have deep 
    respect for our Islamic brothers and sisters and we have a great deal to learn from 
    the values of... tolerence and faith that are deeply held throughout the Islamic world." 
    So this is your way of saying any resemblance the previous paragraph may have had to 
    foreign policy is purely coincidental?
    
    ANDY
    That's right.
    
    TOBY
    Guess what? 
    
    ANDY
    What?
    
    TOBY
    Our goal is to proclaim American values.
    
    ANDY
    This speech isn't supposed to be about ideology. It's supposed to be about reality.
    
    TOBY
    I think the President will decide what the speech is suppose to be about, but the 
    reality is, the United States of America no longer sucks up to reactionaries, and 
    our staunch allies will know what we mean.
    
    ANDY
    We don't have any staunch allies in the Arab world; just reluctant ones. We've a 
    coalition held together with duct tape! A coalition without which we cannot fight!
    
    TOBY
    Nobody's blowing off the coalition, and that coalition will be plenty strong.
    
    ANDY
    Oh, when we win?
    
    TOBY
    That's right.
    
    ANDY
    What's Egypt going to think? Or Pakistan?
    
    TOBY
    That freedom and democracy are coming soon to a theatre near them, so get dressed.
    
    He sits on the edge of his desk.
    
    ANDY
    Toby... you guys are on a thing right now. And I'm behind you. You know I'm behind you; 
    a lot of House Democrats are...
    
    TOBY
    Not enough.
    
    ANDY
    And plenty of Republicans. But this one moment in time, you have to get off your horse 
    and just... simply put - be nice to the Arab world.
    
    TOBY
    Be nice? 
    
    ANDY
    Yes.
    
    TOBY
    Well... How about when we, instead of blowing Iraq back to the seventh century for 
    harbouring terrorists and trying to develop nuclear weapons, we just imposed economic 
    sanctions and were reviled by the Arab world for not giving them a global charge card 
    and a free trade treaty? How about when we pushed Israel to give up land for peace?
    
    Andy sits down, and puts a hand to her forehead.
    
    TOBY
    How about when we sent American soldiers to protect Saudi Arabia, and the Arab world 
    told us we were desecrating their holy land? We'll ignore the fact that we were invited. 
    How about two weeks ago, in the State of the Union when the President praised the Islamic 
    people as faithful and hardworking only to be denounced in the Arab press as knowing 
    nothing about Islam? But none of that is the point.
    
    ANDY
    What's the point?
    
    TOBY
    I don't remember having to explain to Italians that our problem wasn't with them, but 
    with Mussolini! Why does the U.S. have to take every Arab country out for an ice cream 
    cone? They'll like us when we win!
    
    He stands up and starts pacing.
    
    TOBY
    Thousands of madrassahs teaching children nothing, nothing, nothing but the Koran and to 
    hate America. Who do we see about that? [beat] Do I want to preach America? 
    Judeo-Christianity? No. If their religion forbids them from playing the trumpet, so be it. 
    But I want those kids to... look at a globe. Be exposed to social sciences, history. 
    Some literature. [beat] I'll like us when we win.
    
    ANDY
    [after a moment] Okay.
    
    She stands up and collects her things together.
    
    TOBY
    Let me take another look at the softer language.
    
    Andy takes it out of her bag and hands it to him, then leaves.
    
    CUT TO: INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
    Donna walks along, and C.J. and Wallace meet her.
    
    WALLACE
    How's she doing?
    
    DONNA
    She was asking how the money works... I didn't know.
    
    C.J.
    It's not money, actually, it's a promise to honor international sanctions against the 
    export of something called "Col-Tan" by the Rwandan Army.
    
    DONNA
    What's Col-Tan?
    
    C.J.
    It's a mineral they have a lot of in Congo. When you refine it, it's a necessary component 
    of cell phones and pagers, and the Rwandans and Ugandans smuggle it illegally.
    
    Josh approaches the three of them.
    
    JOSH
    Listen.
    
    WALLACE
    What do you know?
    
    JOSH
    Akin Wamba, who's the Maimai rebel commander, sent word through a crew that was filming 
    in Goma.
    
    C.J.
    [lowering her head] Oh, God.
    
    JOSH
    Yeah. He was killed in an ambush. Embassy Kinshasa's going to get the body.
    
    C.J. and Wallace walk into her office as Josh turns and heads back where he came from. 
    Donna watches through the doorway as they break the news.
    
    JANET
    No, please... No! No. Oh, no. Oh, my... Oh, my God. Oh, God, no...
    
    Donna turns and looks up the corridor to where Josh stands watching her. He gives her an 
    unreadable look for a moment, then walks away.
    
    CUT TO: INT. PRESIDENTS PRIVATE STUDY - NIGHT
    
    STANLEY [VO]
    It can't be easy being you.
    
    The camera pans around to where Bartlet sits opposite Stanley.
    
    BARTLET
    I told you...
    
    STANLEY [VO]
    I don't mean the job. I meant, uh, you know, being inside your head.
    
    BARTLET
    What's wrong with my head?
    
    STANLEY
    I don't know.
    
    BARTLET
    Of course not. That would be three hundred and eighty-five dollars an hour.
    
    STANLEY
    They keep moving the goalpost on you, don't they? Get A's, good college, Latin honours. 
    Get into the London School of Economics. Get a good teaching job. Ivy League school, 
    tenure. Now you gotta publish, now you gotta go to Stockholm.
    
    BARTLET
    It's not good for a person to keep setting goals?
    
    STANLEY
    It probably is, but it's tricky for somebody who's still trying to get his father to 
    stop hitting him.
    
    BARTLET
    Well, I'm told that most men lead lives of quiet desperation.
    
    STANLEY
    Yeah, but that's most men. That's not you. That's the other people, the ones who feel 
    stress. You're destined for something else.
    
    BARTLET
    I have abilities.
    
    STANLEY
    And now you have an opportunity to use them.
    
    BARTLET
    I think I have.
    
    STANLEY
    That room I passed down the hall, on the left, it's got a name, right?
    
    BARTLET
    I think you're talking about the Lincoln Bedroom.
    
    STANLEY
    Right. This is a hell of a curve you get graded on now. Lincoln freed the slaves and won 
    the Civil War. "Thank you. Next! And what will you be singing for us today, Mr. Bartlet?" 
    "Well, we've had six straight quarters of economic growth."
    
    BARTLET
    That's not easy.
    
    STANLEY
    Okay.
    
    BARTLET
    It's not easy.
    
    STANLEY
    I believe you.
    
    BARTLET
    I think I've made tough choices.
    
    STANLEY
    I think Lincoln did what he thought was right, even though it meant losing half the 
    country. I think you don't do what you think is right if it means losing Michigan's 
    electoral votes.
    
    BARTLET
    You don't know anything.
    
    STANLEY
    I'll be the first to admit that.
    
    BARTLET
    I'm not trying to get my father to like me.
    
    STANLEY
    Good. 'Cause it's never, never gonna happen. Look, we're done for the night.
    
    He stands up and gets ready to leave.
    
    BARTLET
    What?
    
    STANLEY
    [glancing at his watch] We've been here for two hours. It was a double session. We're 
    done for the night.
    
    BARTLET
    Stanley, I hate to put it this way, but I'm me, and you're you, and we're done when I 
    say we're done.
    
    STANLEY
    No. [beat] I think you could use some assistance right now, sir. Use me, don't use me, 
    but all I can offer you is this: I'll be the only person in the world, other than your 
    family, who doesn't care that you're the President. [beat] Our time is up.
    
    He goes to the doors, opens them, and leaves. The agent outside closes them, leaving 
    Bartlet alone in the room. After a moment, he stands and walks over to his desk, where 
    his cigarettes lie beneath a framed photo of his father. He lifts one out, looks for a 
    moment at the painting of Lincoln on the far wall, then turns away and lights up. 
    He stands by the window, watching the storm.
    
    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 3.13 -- "Night Five"
    Original Airdate: February 6, 2002, 9:00 PM EST
    
    Transcribed by CK1Tzar and Nomad 
    July 5, 2002
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