Go ahead. That's your copy.
I think you'll find it tough, but honest.
Your peers thought you were diligent,
but some also found you a bit standoffish
and felt you kept leisurely hours.
Just think of it as a progress report, a way to point towards improvement.
Improving my standoffishness?
Can I offer some advice, Alicia? Take this seriously.
There's some worth there, and the partners want your peers
to determine future pay and advancement.
- Okay, let's go. - Excuse me?
I need Alicia. Let's go.
Actually, we're not finished.
Oh, yes. Peer review. How adorable.
Let's go.
Oh, you're staring at me. I'm in trouble, aren't I?
Twelve-forty-five Loop. Meet me in the lobby.
Don't dawdle.
- Where was I? - Take this seriously.
And there's Portland & Michaels. Holland, Charmin, Day.
Carlington & Associates. Hey, Bethany.
Great day for a bake-off.
David, you left your big guns at home. Where are Will, Diane?
My God, you're right. What was I thinking?
I heard she listened to five words from Bellows & Greenberg
and kicked them out.
Surprised she gave them five. Alicia, why, there you are.
Ah, the celebrity factor. Of course.
Good luck, Bethany. Okay, we only have a minute.
The real key here is the $31-million divorce,
but there's also a DUI. Randall. Happened last night.
Just say some bright words about DUIs,
and don't overburden the presentation.
Their real worry is the 31 million.
- I'm sorry, who are we...? - She's ready for you. Just two.
Tim, Randall, you stay. Alicia, let's go.
You'll have to turn off cells in the room.
Hi, Peter. I'm going into a meeting.
I just wanted to see if you could hit lunch today.
Uh, why? Is everything all right?
Well, the Democratic Committee asked for a meeting.
Eli, no one's listening. Hey, how did that peer review go?
I'll tell you later. I'm going into a meeting now. Okay, bye.
Don't mention the bulimia.
David Lee from Lockhart, Gardner, Bond.
Ha, ha, your name's not above the title, Mr. Lee.
- Everybody else sent partners. - Everybody else sent people
who will abandon you after the first meeting.
Photos at 5:30, after court.
Mrs. Burchfield, this is my associate, Alicia...
Milla? Sloan? Sandwiches.
I think you might recognize her from her husband's scandal last year.
Uh, Peter Florrick.
- Would you like to sit? - Yes. Thank you.
Now, I've been looking over your ex-husband's complaint,
and I would suggest a spousal maintenance of $300,000 a year.
How do I insulate the 31 million?
It's not yours to split. It's your daughter's. Do we?
Oh, go ahead. My daughters know all about it.
I draw up a trust protecting the cash from both parents.
This will be our little fiction to protect the money from him.
He stays running his restaurant in L.A.
You maintain control of the money through your daughter.
And my DUI?
It just so happens that Alicia here has handled
some of our most complicated DUIs.
So how much trouble am I in?
A lot.
Really?
The other guys thought it was an easy dismissal.
This is your third DUI.
They were just trying not to scare you.
- Two were in California. - Doesn't matter.
The State's Attorney is gonna want a felony conviction
and 25 days at Cook County, to use you as an example.
It's an election year. You've achieved
the wrong kind of fame.
- That was diplomatic. - Heh, I'm trying very hard.
If you weren't trying so hard?
I would say, this is not L.A.
People here are less forgiving about underage drinking.
So you're famous?
- No. - The wife of that guy last year
who resigned. With the prostitute.
Do you have kids?
- Yes. - Do they want autographs?
That's what Alicia was saying on the way up.
She just didn't wanna be rude.
- You gotta love the law. - Ha, ha.
- Alicia, good job. - Thank you.
Mr. Lee, can I ask...?
- This peer review from Mr. Bond... - Oh, yeah. Forget it.
Small-minded people making small-minded decisions.
Yes, but I heard they're basing our salaries on it.
Could you talk to him and tell him how I did?
No. I don't like him. But good job anyway.
- So Rahm, huh? - Yeah, ha, ha, Rahm.
The fun never ceases.
So, Frank, we hope this means that the Democratic Committee
- is coming off the sidelines. - We are, actually.
Good. A three-way race is a bad thing.
We agree. That's why we need you to drop out.
We don't want Wendy Scott-Carr in. She's a loose cannon.
- She's trying to jump the line. - Then tell Childs to drop out.
You're the ones down five points in the polls.
- But look at the trend. - The trend can kiss my ass.
Look, Peter, we like you, but let's be honest,
Childs is the incumbent. He's got the power of the office.
And you're counting on African-American votes to win, right?
You're making a mistake.
Peter, if you were in my position, you'd make the same one.
Wendy siphons off your black votes. You and Childs split the white vote.
She wins. All you do is play spoiler?
Be a good soldier.
We'll guarantee you my job in six months.
That's right. The Howard Dean deal.
Yours for the taking.
Okay, okay. Hold it down, please.
Very simply, Miss Burchfield's blood-alcohol measured 0.14,
almost twice the legal limit.
Now, I don't care how Mrs. Florrick dresses her...
- Objection. - Sustained.
- it still indicates a flagrant disregard for the law.
We ask for 45 days in Cook County Jail.
Your Honor, according to the police intake report,
my client's blood-alcohol was only tested at the hospital
- two hours after the accident. - Our experts used
retrograde extrapolation, a widely accepted mathematical formula
for determining blood-alcohol.
A formula that requires screening for extraneous variables.
And what variables were not screened?
My client's bulimia.
Bulimia causes hypoglycaemia,
which affects the way the body processes alcohol.
The plain fact is that the prosecution can't tell whether my client was drunk
at the time of the accident or merely starving.
No, Your Honor, come on. Bulimia as an excuse for drunk driving?
We demand that the blood-alc...
- Bulimia, huh? - I don't know what's going on now,
but whatever happens, don't say a word.
Sloan Burchfield, you're under arrest for attempted murder,
a class-X felony with a minimum sentence of six years.
- My God. - Come on, Cary.
Don't you think that's overreaching?
Yarissa Morgan is in the hospital with four broken ribs
after Miss Burchfield attempted to murder her with her vehicle.
That's not overreach. That's attempted murder.
Six years.
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So Eli's trying to cobble together some loans.
And he wants to know how much we'll put up for the campaign.
I said, at this point, nothing. But if I took this jo...
- In a sec, okay, hon? - Sorry. Hey, come on.
If I took this job,
chairman of the Democratic Committee,
pays $400,000 a year. You wouldn't have to work.
I'd barely have to work.
It's basically a payoff to have me drop out.
But it's a lot of money.
What do you think?
- What do you think? - I hate it.
Then don't drop out. Run.
If you have to xerox pamphlets at Kinko's, do it.
- I have to go to work. - Hey.
- Thank you. - Heh.
- What is this, ha, ha? - It's some Taiwanese channel.
They were showing it at Campus Faith.
It's about Sloan getting arrested for trying to kill Yarissa Morgan.
You should see the one they did of Tiger Woods.
- Heh, do they do it on every scandal? - No, just the big ones.
- Oh, my gosh, ha, ha. - Ha, ha.
- I wonder if they'll show your mom. - My mom? Why?
You know, as her lawyer.
- You'll be famous. - Oh, right. Yeah.
You have to get your mom to introduce us.
To Sloan? Why?
- She's so, like, Disney Channel. - Not anymore.
Didn't you see that stuff on TMZ? The lap dance?
Oh, my God. That's... That's your mom's arm.
- You're famous. Look. No, ha, ha. - Ha, ha.
Your mother's arm is famous.
- Who do you think you are? - I'm his girlfriend, you skank.
- Get your hands off of me. - You started it.
You better get out of my face.
It was anonymously recorded at The Quarters,
a club on West Illinois.
Police said the fight was with Yarissa Morgan,
- the daughter of... - Greg Morgan.
- Bulls point guard. - 1999 to 2004.
Yarissa was intoxicated and decided to sleep it off
in her parked BMW.
Sloan, according to police, got into her black Escalade
and rammed it three times.
After, Sloan drove off for five miles and then wrapped her Escalade
- around a fire hydrant. - And what does she say?
Sloan? She just made bond.
- I'm questioning her this afternoon. - With a partner.
This was a $30-million divorce with a DUI afterthought.
Now it's attempted murder. Divorce is on hold.
I'll go.
Don't you have all those important peer reviews to do?
No, I'll do it. I love Sloan.
- Big fan, are you? - Haven't you heard?
She's not just for kids anymore.
We should check if Yarissa had other enemies at the club.
With no witnesses, we could argue someone else destroyed her car.
Also, it's only attempted murder if Sloan knew
that Yarissa was sleeping in her car.
Right. It's criminal damage to property if she thought
- she was just destroying her car. - I'll look for witnesses.
You're no rock 'n' roll fun
Like a party that's over Before it's begun
Like a general waiting on an 8-year-old king.
I heard peer review was rough.
A bit.
How important is it?
I don't know. We're trying to figure that out.
You think it's stupid?
I think it encourages people to denigrate each other
to save their jobs.
I read your reviews.
You didn't.
So you guys are the lawyers?
- Yep. And you're the entourage? - Hmm.
I'm Corey.
So if you know someone's lying, you can't put them on the stand, right?
You can't knowingly put someone on the stand to perjure themselves.
Why?
- So it's just best not to know? - There you are.
Alicia, ha, ha. My God, what a day.
Mrs. Burchfield, this is one of our partners, Will Gardner.
Oh, hello.
I'm so glad you're here. Uh, Milla was just telling us something.
I was... I was at the club too.
I went there because Sloan called and sounded tipsy.
Paige asked me to drive Sloan home.
- Paige? Who's Paige? - Me. We're informal here, heh.
Tell them what you heard.
This Yarissa girl, she said she was going to the bathroom
to do coke, not her car.
You don't remember anything from when you fought with Yarissa
at the club to when you woke up in the hospital?
Yeah. I sort of blacked out.
And at what point did you see your sister at the club?
Milla?
Yeah, she said she was there, that Paige sent her to pick you up.
Don't put her on the stand, okay?
They'd say anything to keep me out of jail.
Well, we're opting for a bench trial.
A jury would be too quick to prejudge. Thank you, Miss Burchfield.
Did you like my song?
Did I? The one you just played? Yeah, I did.
- I'm trying to party less. - Good.
It's just part of the whole climbing-out of-the-Disney-ghetto thing.
My look's too innocent.
Sloan?
Time to get into uniform.
Hello, Mr. Gold.
- What are you doing here? - I'm humbling myself.
Really?
That doesn't sound like you.
- Peter needs you. - And he gets me every Tuesday
- for spiritual guidance. - No. He needs your endorsement.
- He'll lose without you. - Mr. Gold, you know I don't endorse.
You know that.
- Eli. - Pastor Easton.
Just Jeremiah these days.
- How are you doing? - Good.
- Actually, not so good. - Hmm.
I need you to talk to your son.
- About an endorsement? - Yes.
Having problems with Wendy Scott-Carr?
- Haven't lost it. - It never goes away.
You know, religion fades. Not politics.
Well,
I can talk to him, but my son's his own man.
Anything you can do.
For a friend, sure.
Really? Uh, what are you hearing?
The usual garbage.
Lockhart & Gardner is breaking up. I know it's nonsense.
- But it never hurts to call. - It is nonsense, Bethany.
I hear the same about a dozen firms a week.
- I think it's a bad idea, Derrick. - Not if we handle it right.
Handle what right?
Derrick's heard rumblings from Litigation about Family Law
getting a pass on peer review.
David Lee runs his department like a fiefdom, and we indulge him.
We indulge him because he's making money in a down economy.
- We can't piss him off. - It's not about pissing him off.
It's about being stronger as one unit, moving together.
Diane. What do you think?
I think his department should be under peer review.
We're all in this together, right?
Good. Thanks. I'll get right on it.
Sheriff, escort out those two gentlemen of the press.
As promised, when you disrupt my court, you lose a seat.
Think of it as our own little game of musical chairs.
Now, this is a trial, gentlemen and ladies.
It is not a show.
It is not being performed for your amusement.
Likewise, counselors, I have been informed that both the defendant
and prosecution witnesses have been live-tweeting this trial.
You are all under an electronic gag order:
No texting, no tweeting, no Facebook.
- Is that understood? - Yes, Your Honor.
Good. Then let's go.
You remember clearly stating you were going to sleep in your car
- and the defendant heard you? - Yes.
And she was all, "What do I care, bitch?"
And I was like, "Look, do not start with me."
Okay, I get the gist.
And waking up after ten minutes in the back seat of your car,
what did you see?
Her, driving her Caddy, slamming into me.
And did you see where she went then?
Hungry33?
- Yeah. - What's up?
- I'm Reserve82.
- Yeah, I saw you on Fourbooth. - Yeah. I'm the mayor.
- Okay. So you must come here a lot. - Since it opened.
Were you here when that accident happened?
- Oh, my God. The Sloan thing? - Yeah.
Yeah. This place has been mad-jammed ever since.
- So you saw the fight? - I had a front-row seat.
- Whoa! Ha, ha. - Right over there.
And the other one too.
- Other one? What other one? - Well, between her and her boyfriend.
- Sloan and her boyfriend? - No, no, no.
- Yarissa and her boyfriend. - There was another fight?
Shut up. Everyone.
Sheriff, another seat.
- This way, sir. - Continue, counselor.
So no one else could've rammed your car that night
because you only fought with Sloan?
That's right.
So you didn't fight with your boyfriend that night?
- That was a personal matter. - You mean hitting your boyfriend
- was a personal matter? - Objection.
- Relevance. - Your Honor, we would argue
that a fight with Miss Morgan is not an unusual occurrence
and there were others who had reason to hurt her.
Only one was driving Sloan's car.
- Others were driving black Escalades. - That same night?
Um, gentlemen, if you haven't noticed,
this is a courtroom, and I am a judge.
Now, I'm gonna give you a little leeway here,
counselor, but only because I'm curious.
The police found traces of paint from a black Escalade on your car,
but isn't it possible that that could've come
- from accidents prior to that night? - Nuh-uh.
I'm sorry. Does "nuh-uh" mean no?
Then say "no."
No. It was a brand-new car,
and I hadn't been in any previous accidents.
This is a valet slip.
It's actually your valet slip from the night in question.
You see these marks on the back?
The valet makes them so they don't get blamed
- for previous damage. - But those are scratches.
And dents. From previous accidents?
From bumping things, not from...
According to this, you had dents on your front fender,
both side doors, and most significantly,
since this is where you accuse my client of damaging your car,
- on the rear fender. - She did this to me.
No further questions.
- You're the man. - I am the man.
- Miss Scott-Carr. - We should probably talk.
- About what, ma'am? - Your ambitions.
I need you.
To beat Childs, I need you as my campaign manager.
Maybe you haven't noticed, but I'm working for a campaign.
Yes, and I probably should wait until it's officially over,
but I need somebody now.
I know the Democratic Committee has rejected Peter,
and I know that your reserves are almost exhausted.
- You're asking me to abandon him? - I am.
Join me.
So does she wear panties?
- Who? - Hmm, does Sloan wear panties?
Paris Hilton tweeted that she didn't wear panties to court yesterday.
Well, I don't know, but my guess is she did wear panties.
And she said Sloan flashed the judge.
I think you need to stop reading Paris Hilton's tweets.
Yeah, maybe you should move her computer into the living room.
So, what's she like?
- She's fine. She's a client. - Yeah, but is she nice?
I don't know. She asked whether you guys wanted autographs.
- You told her about us? - No. She just asked if I had kids
- and whether you'd like an autograph. - What'd you say?
- I said I didn't think you would. - Alicia.
- What? - Mom.
- I want one. - No, that's not what you said.
- You said "Alicia." - It was just for emphasis.
No, no. No emphasis. I'm "Mom."
- So can I meet her? - No. She's just a client.
Since when did you become so interested in Sloan?
- I don't know, heh. She's famous. - Okay, I have to get to work.
I love you both. Don't knock over any liquor stores today, okay?
I love you too, Alicia.
It was a joke.
- Heh, nice. - Ha, ha.
Go ahead. That's your copy. I think you'll find it tough, but honest.
Hello, David.
I am in the middle of a meeting.
- What's your square footage here? - I don't know.
Can we talk about this after my meeting?
I'm just trying to see if it's big enough for my second secretary.
Allison, can you put David on the schedule?
It's okay, Allison. You see, it's this simple.
You peer-review even one more of my people,
I'll take your job.
- They're not your people. - Heh.
We should talk.
We should.
- Please call your next witness. - Yes, Your Honor.
Corey Lutz.
- Just say it's your mom. - Ugh, it's not gonna matter.
- Of course it'll matter. They'll let us in. - She's just a lawyer.
Shh.
Aren't you part of the Sloan entourage, Miss Lutz?
Heh, I don't like that word, but, yes, I think of her as a friend.
And yet you were faced with a moral dilemma here, weren't you?
That's her.
- Her hair's longer than I thought. - Yuh-huh.
And "yuh-huh," that would be yes?
- Yes. - Who's that?
Corey Lutz. She used to be Sloan's backup singer.
Sloan confessed to me that she did it.
Where's your mom? I just see a guy.
- She wanted to kill Yarissa... - I don't know.
Maybe she's out today.
- Maybe she's not a real lawyer. - Well, thank you...
- Maybe she has, like, this secret life. - Ha, ha. shh.
- Oh, Grace, look. - Good afternoon, Miss Lutz.
- Oh, my gosh. - You know the penalty
- for perjury, Miss Lutz, don't you? - I do.
- That's why I'm telling the truth. - Good.
So let me just ask you one simple question.
How much do you weigh?
Objection. Relevance.
Your Honor, the credibility of the witness
is the only question here.
Okay, I'd like to hear the answer.
- What was the question? - Your weight.
How much do you weigh?
I weigh 110 pounds.
Are you sure?
Because this copy of your driver's license says you weigh 122 pounds.
I've purged since then.
I see. Then let me ask you one more question.
How old are you?
- What do you mean? - I mean, what's your age?
Twenty-two.
Your driver's license says you're 28.
I know.
It's wrong.
Ms. Lutz, you do know you're under oath?
I do. Yeah.
- You still swear you're 22? - I do.
The DMV is all screwed up.
- No further questions. - Your mom's bitchen.
Let me explain why I think you should endorse me, pastor.
Your halfway house on 78th Street, your food kitchen, they're struggling.
If I get your endorsement, I'll make this my home.
I'll be here, in these pews, listening to your concerns.
It's... It's real access.
Now, I know you've been acting
as a spiritual shepherd to Peter Florrick,
and I respect that,
and I would agree to wait until after Peter quits the race
to announce any endorsement.
Do you have any questions?
No.
- Thank you for coming by. - No, no, thank you. Um...
I think both of our mothers worked with Dr. King.
Pastor Isaiah, how are you? I was... Yes, we still want your endorsement.
Yes.
You okay?
I'm the tough one. Milla's sensitive.
- We're doing well. - I know.
Thanks.
Mom.
Grace. l... What are you doing here? How did you get here?
Oh, we took the bus.
- Shannon lives right by here. - Grace, you don't just come here.
But we finished school. We came right after.
- Shannon wanted to meet her. - This isn't how we do things.
- You ask me, and I would bring you. - So, Alicia, this is your kid?
Yes. Grace, this is Sloan.
- Your mom is a great lawyer. - Thanks.
Yeah, I really like your music.
- Oh, and this is Shannon. - Hey.
- Hi. Um, can I ask you something? - Me? Sure.
- Do you believe Jesus is Lord? - Okay, thank you, Shannon.
If you could just read these pamphlets. You have such an impact on kids.
Grace, take Shannon outside, and wait for me out there.
I will be there to talk to you.
- Don't be mad. I get that a lot. - No, she should've told me.
- How old? - My daughter's 14.
She looks older.
- So that's, what, high school? - No, middle school.
She seems nice.
- She is. - Everyone, front and center now.
- What's going on? - This was just brought
- to our attention. - That makes it better.
We urge this court to revoke bail.
- That would be an overreaction. - To a clear defiance of my orders?
Really, counselor? Then what would the proper penalty be for this?
"Corey is such the bitch. Went pantyless in court just to rebel."
- Your Honor, if I may... - When I order something,
- I want it followed. - I'm sorry.
It was just for my fans. It won't happen again.
You're damn right it won't happen again.
- In lockup, they won't let you tweet. - Please.
Young lady, your whole life,
people have allowed you to make excuses.
Well, that ends today. Bail has been revoked. Sheriffs.
No. No. Mom. Mom, tell them no.
Mom!
Just wanted to drop by quickly to respond to your kind job offer.
Good. Come on in.
How about we make an announcement together Friday?
How about right now?
- What do you mean? - My announcement.
"Kiss my ass." That's it.
Stupid, stupid mistake, Peter.
I don't think so.
I have the Lord in Christ endorsement. Why don't you ask Daley
what that means to the African-American community.
You're lying.
Where are we in finding Yarissa's other enemies at the club?
- We need a suspect. - Look, as far as I can tell,
there were three other Escalades at the club that night.
Two of them are undamaged and accounted for,
- but the third, for the moment, isn't. - Interesting.
It was driven by a Danush Nikad,
a 23-year-old college dropout from Iranian money.
- Please tell me he went back to Iran. - He went back to Iran.
- You wanna see a picture? - Will I like it?
How's that for a suspect?
Okay. If I pursue this, no one's gonna uncover his Escalade,
- point out it was never in an accident? - I can't promise anything,
but I can't locate it.
Okay. We have to get this into evidence.
What's up?
- They've been talking a lot. - So?
Something's brewing.
You're being paranoid.
Can you tell him I'm not like that?
Tell the judge it's just an act.
I'm not a bad girl.
I will.
Is my mom here?
I don't know. I'll go look.
I'm afraid.
I know, honey.
I know.
- Are you going in? - Not yet.
He drove a black Escalade too. We think he went back to Iran.
- We can't locate the car. - We feel like if we could just place him
at the club fighting with Yarissa, that would turn things around.
We know Milla was at the club. We thought she might've seen him.
Milla, you said something about another fight, didn't you?
Did he look like this guy?
Yeah.
Sorry about today.
I didn't know she'd do that.
It's okay.
- How are you? - Me? I'm good.
You'd tell me if I was working too much, right?
- I'm gonna be a lawyer. - Really?
- You were great today in court. - Heh.
- I didn't feel so great. - No, you were great.
Sometimes I don't like everything I have to do.
- What do you have to do? - I don't know. Like,
pretend something is true that isn't.
Sounds kind of like school.
Well, that is very comforting.
Like, I'm gonna have to go to a good law school, right?
Like NYU or Georgetown or something?
To be a lawyer? Yeah.
And what else? Like, what should I study now?
I'll see what books I can find you.
Then what did you see, Milla?
Well, I saw Yarissa Morgan go out to her car and get in it.
That's when you saw the man?
The one you've identified as Danush Nikad?
Yeah, the bearded guy. The one I saw fighting Yarissa.
And he went out into the parking lot too.
Then what happened?
Well, I was starting to go find Sloan to take her home,
when I heard a crash.
So I ran to the parking lot, and I saw this black car racing off.
There were, like, these sparks when it hit a wall.
Why didn't you come forward with this earlier?
Well, I wanted to, but my sister worries
about me being in the spotlight.
Thank you.
In the Rolling Stone interview of your sister, she states,
"Yeah, in high school, Milla and I were always covering for each other."
So, Milla, tell me, is that what's going on here?
- Are you covering for Sloan? - No.
Because there's a crazed Iranian driver out there.
Objection, Your Honor.
Milla did it.
She wasn't lying about being at the club.
Sloan was too drunk to drive, so Milla drove.
She was the one who rammed into Yarissa's car.
- How do you know? - Because the police never said
anything about the Escalade sparking as it scraped the wall on the way out.
She knew because she was driving the car.
Sloan's injuries from that night, bruises here and here,
consistent with being in the passenger seat,
not the driver seat.
I also tracked Milla's cell-phone records.
She made two calls at the time of Sloan's crash.
To her mother.
She crashed the car, phoned her mother,
and her mother told her to get out of there.
No.
You sure?
You know the person I mistrust the most?
The one I steal away from someone else.
If I betray Peter, you'll never trust me.
- I'll never trust me. - Sorry to hear that.
I can offer you a few names.
Eli.
Who'd you get?
Pastor Isaiah. He endorsed yesterday.
I don't believe you.
Believe.
You blacked out. You weren't even driving the car. Milla was.
She rammed into Yarissa, angry with her for fighting with you.
Milla then crashed into a light pole. She then phoned your mother.
They decided that she should get out of there,
let you take the blame for the false DUI.
So they left me.
What do you wanna do?
- How long would she get? - Milla?
Unfortunately, she already testified that she saw Yarissa in her BMW...
Two years.
- Maybe less. - We'll call the State's Attorney,
tell him what we know.
- No. I wanna think about it. - Sloan, as your lawyer...
I wanna think about it.
She couldn't survive in here.
- She'll come around. - To what? What's the right thing?
She didn't do it.
- You would let your sister go to jail? - If she was guilty. Wouldn't you?
You ever thought about buying Diane out?
Why would I?
Because she has an aging client list.
- It's just as healthy as mine. - Yours is diversified.
Is this about David Lee? Just ignore him.
I'm heading to Washington for a few weeks,
get a few ducks in a row, and then I'm coming back
with something big, something that'll change this firm.
- And I want you onboard. - What is it?
Spaceship?
My goal is a legal behemoth.
A Chicago-D.C. alliance that'll overshadow all others,
and I want your help.
Think about it.
Perfection.
- Son. - Hey, Dad.
What's up?
Well, the church board is unhappy with your endorsement, son.
Really?
Was this before or after you talked to them?
They don't understand why you prefer Florrick
over Wendy Scott-Carr.
She put politics before religion. He didn't.
They think you're putting your own personal feelings before the church.
And what do they want?
They want
me, son.
Make it quick, ladies.
You didn't need to do this.
- I know. - I wasn't gonna tell.
I know.
Take care of Mom.
- It won't be that long. - Miss, you have to go.
Visit me, okay?
Sloan.
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