FADE IN CJ’s Office, Morning.
CJ enters, sets her keys down on the desk and feeds Gail. She takes off her coat and tosses it nonchalantly onto the couch. She looks out into the hallway to see if anyone else has arrived. She appears alone.
Wary of the world, it seems, she goes to her desk and sits. She’s enjoying the quiet but knows it won’t last forever. This thought is confirmed as a ball smacks against her glass window.
TOBY: Bowling Green? She thinks there was a massacre in Bowling Green?
CJ: I know.
TOBY: Which Bowling Green? There are several. Was this a coordinated attack in all of the Bowling Greens around our fine country of ours?
CJ: Toby-
TOBY: And who started it? Muslims? Russians? The Old Dominion Lacrosse Team?
CJ: TOBY! I know! She’s a child the President hired because she was the one who didn’t bolt from him on the campaign. He thinks she's some sort of good luck charm. Or he likes her legs. Lord knows he likes mine.
Now she’s making up international incidents. I get it but why are you pissed at me?
TOBY pauses. He picks up his ball, that has rolled into Carol’s cubicle, and sits down. He’s been up for a bit, probably since the overnight news broke. He sets his binder and disorganized stack of papers down on his lap.
TOBY: Why am I pissed at you? That’s a wonderful question. I want to be pissed at you, Claudia Jean. I really do. But…
He trails off.
CJ: I have no control over this administration. You get that. Logic and facts have no control over this administration. This isn't Bartlet! Do you think he knows how to play chess? Or even freaking checkers?
All we are here to do is get paid and act like we have some sort of efficacy over the new national nightmare Gidget and the Cheeto Go to Washington. So, why don’t you high tail it out of here, come back in, and help me figure out how to spin this.
TOBY smiles. Gets up promptly. Leaves.
Pause
The ball sails into CJ’s office and sends a stack of papers flying around the room.
CJ: TOBY!
Smash Cut. Opening credits.
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